Asexual People Opening Their Tag And Seeing That Fuck Ass Character Again.

I hate so many guy animals like dogs, horses, cows, anything that you're like "aww so cu-" and then their fucking dingdong comes swingalinging around put that shi away bruh i dont wanna see that 😭😭😭

Me asking my cis straight (and one bi fem preference) masculine brothers who dont read without pictures, don't read fanfic, not interested in x reader, not really all that into romance to read my fanfic because i worked rlly hard on it to the point where they no longer can use it against me and are pretty much used to it all bc i have no shame and pretty much tell anyone

Birthday Boy

Shanks x GN!Reader. Mostly Shanks's POV. 1704 words. This is fluff. Comments welcome. :3

Desc: It's Shanks's birthday but it starts to seem like only he remembered, from his perspective.

Shanks’s consciousness slowly stirs as he wakes up, it's his birthday. He thinks it is, anyway. He does actually keep track, especially since it’s also Mihawk’s. “Wonder if I should go visit him…” He mumbles to himself as he gets dressed. There’ll probably be a party for his birthday, right? I mean he’s not exactly super excited for a birthday party but he wouldn’t be against one per say. They’ve had small celebrations of his birthday, nothing grand after 25, but this should be special since it's the one before his 40s, that’s special. You’re here too, extra special. However when he peeks out of his room, no party poppers. Well that’s fine, they could be hard to clean up anyway. He heads into the kitchen and there are no balloons, or cake.

“Looking for something, Captain? You’re up early” Lucky Roux asks him, still not done with breakfast.

“Uh.. err..” Well maybe the cake is too much. He’s an old man now, forcing your already busy cook to make you a sweet treat at his age would be immature. “Nothing.” Lucky gives him a raised brow but goes back to cooking, Shanks settling on the table to wait for breakfast.. which is uneventful too. No one wishes him happy birthday, or gives him extra food, or is nicer. Nothing, but it’s okay. Decorations are childish, giving birthday wishes is too. They’re pirates. There’s only so much you can do for a single person’s birthday on a ship, even if he’s the captain. His birthday wish would be just that today is a good day, and today is a good day, no pirate or marine attacks or anything. That’s all he needs. When he goes looking for you he spots Hongo instead.

“Oh, (Y/n) went ahead. Said that they knew someone on the island we’re gonna dock at and couldn’t wait to see them.” That’s.. not ideal. So you’re not here and they’ll only be at that island once it’s almost dark.

‘At least they’re happy. I wonder who it is.’ Shanks thinks to himself, feeling bummed but still wondering who it is. When they dock the people are friendly and there's no dangerous weather. You’re talking to someone and not to Shanks but the alcohol at this bar seems good. Everyone is happy, enjoying themselves, including you. This is the best birthday present. Eventually he walks outside in the night with his mug, alone and leaning forward onto the wooden railing around the bar.

“Happy birthday.” Well he was alone. Your voice proves he no longer isn’t, his eyes trailing to you. You remembered, though that means you’ve been off with someone else even if you knew it was Shanks’s birthday.

“Aw jeez you remembered something like that?” He chuckles, taking a sip from his mug. Weird, it doesn’t taste nice, even if he can tell it factually is. Maybe he’s just not in an alcohol mood. “I’ve already had almost 40 of them.” That’s right. There are much more dire things in the world going on. In the grand scheme of things, someone like him, and something like his birthday, isn’t important.

“I hope to celebrate many more.” You rustle in your bag and pull out a wrapped box, putting it in front of him. “Sorry I’ve been ignoring you, I’ve been trying to get this perfect.” His eyes widen and he puts down his mug quicker than he intended.

“Is this for me?” So you weren’t just ignoring him, you were getting something for him! His eyes twinkle looking at the present.

“Is there another red headed captain having a birthday today?” He puts his hand to the wrapping, faltering. “It’s okay, just pull the ribbon.” He tugs the ribbon a bit and the wrapping falls apart, he didn’t have to struggle with one hand to get it open. He opens the box and there’s a clip, golden with a yellow flower accessory next to it.

“A hair clip?”

“You can put it on.” You’re right, he struggles a bit at first but the clip is easy to handle and clips his bangs out of his face. One half of the clip for one side, the other for the other side, then they snap together at the back of his head. “The flower is optional, I thought it would look pretty in your hair.” He looks at the flower, then puts it on. You pull out a pocket mirror and he looks at himself.

“It looks too fancy for me.” He mumbles. “And I’m still a pirate captain and emperor, I can't be going out with a flower in my hair.” You try to take it and he pulls back from you. “Hey, no take backs.”

“Relax.” You crack up a bit and he gets a little embarrassed.

“It’s my present.” He pouts, trying to play it off as you take the flower, clipping it onto his shirt pocket instead. “Oh.”

“Is that manly enough for you?”

“Perhaps.” His eyes twinkles as he looks down at the accessory, pleased. His hair is out of his face and now he’s got a pretty flower on his chest.

“It’s true you may not look fancy enough for the occasion though. Missing just a little something.” He looks back up at you when you speak, then feels something placed on his head.

“That’s better.” Shanks looks up to see Beckman, who adjusts the birthday hat strap under the captain’s jaw. Limejuice peeks out from inside the bar, blowing a party horn and wearing a party hat.

“Come in, Captain Birthday Boy.” He says and you watch as the redhead’s eyes widen and he runs inside to see that the bar he was in before has now been decorated with balloons and streamers. His cheeks are tinted with wonder and he gasps lightly.

“We knew you’d start moping outside when you thought everyone forgot your birthday, so we took the chance to decorate.” Beckman explains, pulling a chair open for the captain to sit on.

“I was not moping.” He states with a huff, sitting down. “I just needed some air.”

“You were moping.” You pull up beside him, rubbing your cheek against his affectionately. “Just a tiny bit. It’s okay.” Lucky sets down a large cake in front of the captain, decorated and with candles lit on top. You clap and then everyone starts to sing happy birthday, Shanks immediately getting embarrassed.

“You don’t-” He turns to Beckman, who’s also singing, then to you. “I..” You give him a warm smile and he sits there until the song is done. Once it’s ended everyone claps and he fidgets sheepishly before blowing out the candles. Yasopp sneaks behind him and reaches over to Shanks’s head until his wrist is gripped harshly and he turns to see your murderous gaze.

“Don’t.” You mouth to him and the sniper quickly backs off once he’s released. Shanks is given a nice slice of cake, it's wet.

“What is it?” He asks. It smells good, a twinge of alcohol. You motion for him to try it and he takes a bite, his eyes shining. The flavor of cake, sweet milk, and rum exploding in his mouth. He shouldn’t like sweet things, but this is good. Plus has alcohol so it’s not childish at all, that’s what he tells himself as he scarfs more down. You stare at him, pleased. He looks cute like this, happy, like he’s a boy again. A day where he’s the focus as different crew members give him their presents and he eats his favorite foods. Right now the world revolves around him, he’s the birthday boy. Your clip ends up helping a lot too, no food or cream in his hair; and no one made fun of his flower. They weren’t even allowed to think of making fun of it, ‘less they incur your wrath. By the end of it he’s wearing a comfy sweater, warm socks, his birthday hat is a little off center, and his heart and stomach are full. It isn’t much long after that he yawns.

“C’mon. You’re getting tired, right?” You lean beside him. It’s his party, his day, he doesn’t need to keep drinking or entertain the crowd even if he’s tired.

“That’s..” He hesitates, this party is for him. Shouldn’t he have to enjoy all of it? The food isn’t done and there’s still a good chunk of people that are lively.

“It’s your choice, Shanks. Do you want to go to bed?” You look him in the eyes, understanding. You look so comforting, it’s making him sleepier. “It looks like a yes.” He hums, almost looking behind him as if for approval from the rest until you stop him with a hand on his chin. “It’s you.”

“Me..” This is hard. For him? For him. This is his choice that he makes for him that isn’t in thought of anyone else. He slowly stands up, still hesitant until you grab his hand and lead him away. This bar must be connected to an inn, but he doesn’t think much about it as you bring him to a room. He trusts you, you must've prepared this beforehand. Once he’s inside you lay him down on the bed and wow.. it's like his body immediately recognizes all its tiredness and relaxes. He lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes and feeling you lay beside him. His face is peaceful, but you can do more. Your arms wrap around and hold him, cuddling him, and as you thought you feel him metaphorically turn to mush. “Thank you.” You hear him mumble quietly and you kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, Shanks, my birthday boy.” Your words, your heartbeat, your warmth, all of it has him slowly falling asleep, feeling warm all cozy inside and out. This is bliss. His last thought as his mind goes to sleep.

‘So cute..’ You think to yourself as you hear his breathing stabilize and feel his head roll limp onto your chest. He’s held onto you vulnerably like you’ll protect him from everything. You plant a kiss on his forehead, because at least for this night, you will.

I know this is late since his birthday is on the 9th of March but I wasnt in a writing mood so i wrote this late. Isn't Shanks a cutiepie? We need more cutiepie characters, if i do say so myself.

was cleaning yesterday like a good person and apparently bleach fumes can mess up your throat even if you're an ADULT HUMAN and its WATERED DOWN and just for mopping the floor and i have a sore throat so bad that i cant drink water or eat without pain and it sucks so bad. I don't have energy bc i just havent been drinking water the whole day bc it hurts 😭 i just drank a small cup of tea and had a big meal for breakfast hopefully itll be gone by tonorrow. makibg my nose runny too and it hurts to swallow my own spit.

This is funny because when I'm really excited about someone/thing i actually get the very strong urge to bite them i'll start chomping my teeth together like a cartoon so if someone bit me and said it was because theyre my friend I wouldnt be that surprised or bothered so you probably could do this.

Hi! Can I request a Sanji fluff fic? Where he's on night duty on a cold night and Y/n brings him a blanket and hot tea (or coffee?) made just for him. They sit and cuddle And everything is just so cute.. (Sorry, I just miss my cat very much and I miss the warmth. (The cat is alive!)) 😭😭😭😭😰😔😔😔😔

Glad your cat is alive dude, saw the missing your cat and was like “Oh shoot dam that sucks.” Still sucks but less if the cat is alive.

Your Love Is My Warmth

Sanji x GN!Reader. Just pure fluff. 826 words

Sanji peppers kisses on your face as you laugh. “I got it, I got it, you’re on night duty. I’ll be okay.” You push him back a bit as he looks at you with sad eyes.

“Are you sure you’ll be oka-”

“Yes, I’ll be okay. I’ll stay warm, okay? You act like these walls are thin, Franky’s an amazing shipwright he wouldn’t just let us freeze. It’s not that cold here, is it?” You motion around the room and Sanji sighs.

“Okay, you’re right.” He hugs you one last time. “I’ll come back immediately once my night shift is done, my love.” With that, he tears himself away from you and leaves the room. You go back to the bed and get inside, it’s comfortable, but not as comfortable as when Sanji is with you. He’ll be here soon though, so it’s okay. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway, but when you try to sleep you start to worry. It was already pretty cold in the day, how cold is it now? The bed is really comfy though… You imagine Sanji, alone, in the cold and freezing sadly, the thought makes you get up. You’ll just check how he’s doing quickly, so you won’t bother him. Getting up, you leave the room. Immediately it’s colder than inside, but not too bad still. It’s when you leave the ship that you realize how cold it is. You’re careful though, spotting Sanji. He seems fine at first, but you notice him shiver a bit, lighting a cigarette to give some warmth.

‘This won’t do, I’m not going to leave him like that.’ With a determination to help your boyfriend, you go back to your room and grab blankets; then head into the kitchen. Coffee.. it would help with keeping him awake, but he’s already smoking. Having just coffee and cigarettes, that’d be pretty sad, so instead you decide to brew him a nice tea. Brook’s taught you how to brew it before, tea isn’t too hard anyway, so you do well. You even remember how Sanji likes it, then you brew a cup for yourself. Now you have two cups of tea and a thick blanket… how are you going to carry this. You carefully wrap the blanket around yourself and tie it, then hold the teacups on a plate. Off you go!

‘Was he really just planning on sucking it up and keeping watch despite the cold?’ You think to yourself as you watch Sanji, then begin to slowly sneak to him. It doesn’t work out though, the moment he senses you he turns.

“Love?” He’s a bit confused for a moment before hurrying over to you. “Why are you out here? It’s cold..!” You both can’t be too loud, crewmates are sleeping.

“Exactly, it’s cold, you didn’t even think to bring something to warm you up? I could've given you a blanket.” He shakes his head at your words.

“Taking a blanket from you? I wouldn’t, you..” He trails off as he notices the tea, staring at it. “Is that.. for me?” You nod and his face flushes. “You made two.” He takes the teacup carefully like it’s an heirloom being passed down to him. “It must’ve been cold then.”

“It wasn’t, I made it because I’m staying out here with you.” You state and he stares at you, eyes slightly wide.

“You don’t have to stay out here with me, I’m going back to the room soon-”

“I’m not doing this for me, baby, I know you’re cold. I’m not letting my boyfriend just suck it up.” You take a sip of your own tea, then sit on the deck. Sanji is frozen for a moment but then quickly goes to you, before he can try and let you have the blanket you wrap it around the both of you. “We can keep eachother warm, so stay close, okay?” He looks at you, adoration and love in his eyes as he cuddles close to you.

“...Okay.” Sanji says quietly, taking a sip of the tea you made for him. It settles in his body, warming it up, but more than anything the fact that you came out here for him makes everything feel warm. His hands that were previously freezing feel cozy now, along with his heart when he was out here alone without you. He would never ask you to do this for him, but you did it. This memory locks its way into his mind as you both stay close to each other, cuddling until the sea around you has never felt more pleasant.

Bonus

“Ugh, lovebirds.” Zoro says, disgusted as you two sit cuddling. You look to him and put a finger to your lips to shush him, the swordsman noticing a sleeping Sanji comfortably resting on you. He looks peaceful, innocent, it makes Zoro huff in a bit of annoyance. ‘Whatever, this is better than him picking a fight, I guess.’

There it is folks, hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit short but I don’t like to force things to be long if they don’t naturally end up that way. Inspiration based, and my inspiration told me to make this short and sweet. Really sorry if this isn't fluffy or cute enough.

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"Women belong in the kitchen!"

Shut up. Strong Fire

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Yo this isnt funny how'd you get a nude of my ginormous one eyed eel

cant sleep because i keep thinking about all the things that ive been spoiled for and it pisses me off. I had a dream about it too. What i wouldnt gjve to have a way to erase my memory of thints. I dont even wanna write anything to do with shanks anymore. His character is ruined for me. I cant stop thinking about all the ways i wouldve been so happy and shocked at all the things about him that have been ruined. Fml