summary: 10 years later, the world has changed. Shanks and Glinda are living their lives, he is a rookie pirate and she is Glinda, the good witch. The Kingdom of Ozland announces Glinda's engagement, which excites the Red Force crew to finally visit Ozland.
pairing: pirate!shanks x glinda!reader
music: no one mourns the wicked - wicked soundtrack
Ten years have passed since those days in Ozland.
The world changed.
The sea grew more dangerous.
And the name Gol D. Roger was written forever into history… as a legend.
His crew scattered, each following their own path, carrying memories, promises, and invisible scars. Some found peace. Others found new dreams. The sea never stopped moving.
Somewhere in the North Blue, a ship with red sails cut calmly through the waters.
On deck stood a nineteen-year-old young man with red hair, a straw hat, and a carefree smile, gazing at the horizon with his arms crossed. Shanks was no longer an apprentice. He was a captain… even if the world didn’t seem to take him seriously yet.
“Boss!” someone shouted from behind. “Look at this!”
Under the shadow of the mast, Lucky Roux, the ship’s cook, sat calmly, holding a newspaper in his massive hands while chewing on a piece of meat.
“Hmmm…” he murmured as he read. “Now this is interesting.”
“What is it? Another ridiculous bounty?”
Lucky Roux shook his head and raised the paper, showing the front page.
“No… it’s news from the North Blue.”
He cleared his throat and began reading aloud:
“The kings of Ozland proudly announce the engagement of Glinda The Good to Prince Fiyero, heir to the neighboring kingdom.”
“Glinda The Good?” repeated Benn Beckman, his first mate, lighting a cigarette.
Shanks felt a strange pang in his chest—nostalgic.
“The ceremony will be held at the royal castle of Ozland, with guests from all seas.”
Immediately, voices erupted.
“OZLAND?!” one pirate shouted. “The kingdom of magic?!”
“They say their witch can perform miracles!” added another.
“And they say Glinda is even more beautiful in person!”
“That sounds like one hell of a party!” someone laughed.
Shanks remained silent, staring out at the sea.
“Boss,” Lucky Roux said, “didn’t you say you’d been there as a kid?”
Shanks closed his eyes for a second… then smiled.
“Yeah,” he replied. “A long time ago.”
“Then let’s go!” a crewmate shouted. “It’ll be legendary!”
“A royal wedding! Free food!” Lucky Roux laughed.
Benn Beckman exhaled smoke slowly and looked at Shanks. “So? What do you say, boss?”
Shanks lifted his gaze, wearing that smile that always meant trouble.
“Ozland, huh…?” he said. “Guess it’s time to go back.”
As the Red Force changed course, no one noticed how the wind suddenly blew stronger—almost as if the sea itself recognized that destination.
In Ozland, a witch who had never possessed magic was about to reunite with her past.
At the heart of Ozland’s castle, a nineteen-year-old young woman stood before a tall, ornate mirror, unable to suppress the wide smile stretching across her face.
She wore an elegant pink dress, perfectly tailored, and her blonde hair was styled with precision to highlight a white crown that shimmered softly atop her head, reflecting the candlelight.
Everything about her was perfect. Real. Majestic.
In her hands, she held her wand.
Glinda twirled it casually, watching its reflection in the mirror. There was no spark. There never had been. And yet, the entire kingdom believed that wand was capable of miracles.
Her smile faltered for just a second.
And then, a memory surfaced.
It had been a quiet night, many years ago.
Fifteen-year-old Glinda sat on the edge of her bed, listening closely as her father, King Albert, spoke in a grave voice.
“Glinda, you are the next heir to the throne,” he said, kneeling to her level. “There’s something important you need to know.”
Glinda looked at her father, curious.
“Long ago,” he explained, “Ozland was a kingdom where magic truly existed. But people corrupted it. They used it to dominate, to destroy… and magic faded away.”
“So it doesn’t exist anymore?” she asked, disappointed.
Albert shook his head slowly.
“Not like before. And perhaps… it will never return.”
Glinda’s eyes filled with disillusionment “But I want to be a real witch and use real magic, Father.”
The king looked at her sadly and took her hand.
“You are the heir to the throne, Glinda,” he said gently. “And Ozland needs to believe that magic still lives. You are Glinda, the Good Witch of Ozland. Your duty is to keep alive what has held this kingdom together. For all of us.”
She swallowed, “And what do I have to do, Father?”
Albert pointed toward the window.
“I’ve spoken with the kingdom’s greatest inventors. They designed a platform that flies using bubbles. From now on, you will visit the people using that flying device. Many will believe it flies because of your magic. You will speak to children, elders, and visitors, telling the incredible stories that shaped our magical kingdom.”
“But no one must know the truth, Glinda. If Ozland’s lies are discovered… the kingdom will fall.”
Glinda nodded. If lying was what it took to protect her people, she would do it.
“Alright, Father. I’ll do it.”
Ozland’s central plaza was completely packed. Pink and white banners waved from balconies, and the murmur of hundreds of voices filled the air with palpable anticipation.
At the top of the royal platform, the kings of Ozland stepped forward. King Albert raised his hand, and the noise slowly faded.
“Citizens of Ozland!” he announced firmly. “Today we share news that will fill the entire kingdom with joy.”
Beside him, Queen Jules smiled proudly.
“Our daughter,” the king continued, “the Good Witch of Ozland… has become engaged to Prince Fiyero, heir to the neighboring kingdom.”
The murmur turned into excited screams as a young man stepped forward.
The prince appeared under the sun—tall and elegant, brown hair perfectly styled, blue eyes reflecting the sky itself. His posture was flawless, and a confident smile spread across his face.
The effect was immediate.
“AAAAAH!!” several women screamed.
Fiyero bowed slightly, accustomed to admiration, as the plaza erupted in applause.
The kings exchanged a knowing glance.
“And now,” Albert said warmly, “let us welcome the jewel of our kingdom…”
A soft murmur ran through the crowd.
♫ Let us be glad ♫
♫ Let us be grateful ♫
♫ Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue ♫
Music began to play—delicate and ethereal. From above, a transparent, bubble-shaped platform descended slowly, floating as if defying gravity. Upon it stood Glinda, dressed in pink, her white crown gleaming.
Her sweet voice enveloped the plaza. The crowd fell into absolute silence, hypnotized.
The bubble stopped before the platform and burst softly into the air.
Glinda stepped forward, smiling confidently.
“It's good to see me,” she said, placing a hand on her chest. “isn't it?”
“YES!!”
“GLINDA!!”
“WE LOVE YOU!!”
Applause, cheers, and laughter filled the air. Glinda raised her wand gracefully, accepting the adoration as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“With great joy,” the king announced, “we are pleased to declare that the royal wedding will take place in four days!”
The news spread like wildfire. Bells rang, servants rushed through the halls, and Ozland was once again alive with excitement.
Hours later, the celebration had ended, but the echo of applause still lingered in the castle corridors.
In one of the side halls, Glinda walked beside Prince Fiyero, both still glowing from the announcement. He moved with measured elegance, hands clasped behind his back. She couldn’t hide her excitement.
“I can’t believe it’s finally official,” Glinda said, eyes shining. “The whole kingdom was watching us… it was perfect.”
Fiyero smiled—polished, practiced “It was. Ozland has been waiting for this moment.”
She glanced at him admiringly. Handsome, refined—everything a prince should be.
I guess this is what it feels like to be in love— she thought.
“I feel very lucky,” she said sincerely. “Having you by my side… it feels like a dream.”
Fiyero nodded slowly. Inside, his thoughts were elsewhere—crowns, alliances, power. Ozland was wealthy, admired… and she was the shortest path to the throne.
“I am honored as well,” he replied coolly. “To rule beside you will be… a great destiny.”
Glinda smiled, unaware of the cold undertone.
That night, she returned to her room with light steps, almost dancing. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a happy laugh.
Despite the lies… her life was good.
Attention. Admiration. Love. Everything was perfect.
She removed her crown and walked out onto the balcony, where the sea stretched dark and endless beneath the moonlight. The night breeze gently stirred her loose hair.
Glinda leaned on the railing and stared at the horizon.
She didn’t know why… but her heart was beating differently.
“It’s strange…” she murmured. “I feel like something is coming.”
Something important. Something she couldn’t name.
The sea answered with a gentle swell, as if keeping a secret.
Unknowingly, the very next day, a ship with red sails would change her life forever.
The Red Force was already approaching Ozland.
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