The East Blue Crew Were So Cute As Kids🥰

Imagine earning your keep on the Red Force

You: *through the strangeness of the grand line you were teleported to the Red Force*

The crew: *points their weapons at you*

Shanks: *watched you fall from the sky* put them away boys, the little bird isn't going to hurt us.

You: I didn't mean to come here, please don't throw me overboard.

Shanks: I'm not gonna throw you overboard, we'll drop you off at the next island. But, in the meantime, you'll need to pull your weight around here.

You: I don't know much about sailing, but I can clean and cook.

Shanks: thats perfect, we'll get you set up with a hammock in one of the store rooms so you can have some privacy.

A week later

Yassop: LAND HO! *Rings a bell*

The crew: *spills out of the depths of the ship to get a glance at the island*

Benn: oh I remember this place, it's the island with that beautiful waterfall Lime juice almost busted his head open on, when he jumped off the top of it.

Lime: ugh don't remind me.

You: does it have a village? *Nervous about being dropped off*

Benn: a long time ago, but it's be deserted for the last sixty-ish years.

Shanks: *gives you a reassuring pat on the back and mumbles* don't worry, I'm not gonna leave you here. If I leave you on an island, it'll be somewhere with a large port where you can disappear without being noticed or tied to us. We'll be staying on this island for a while, we need to replenish our food supplies.

You: thank you.

On the island

Shanks: *finishing up doling out tasks* Yassop and Benn, you're on hunting duty. Bonk Punch, Monster, and (y/n) you're on foraging duty.

You: um...

Shanks: yes?

You: well um, what are the odds the foraging team will interact or encounter wildlife?

Shanks: it's almost guaranteed

You: then shouldn't the hunting team and foraging team work together? With the foraging team flushing prey out of food rich areas towards where the hunting team is laying in wait to ambush them?

Benn: that might just work

At sun down

You, Monster, and Bonk Punch: *returns to the crew's encampment with a baskets full of fruit and wild vegetables*

Benn and Yassop: *have brought in dozens of rabbits, five deer and three full grown boars*

Shanks: we have so much meat and produce, we won't be able to eat all of it before it goes bad. The ship's freezer is almost empty, but we still won't be able to eat it all before it goes bad

You: if you salt cure and smoke it, we should be able to keep it for a year and a half before it goes bad.

Shanks: we're running low on salt too.

You: that's fine, I found a salt water spring while we were out, if you delegate three or four people to round the clock boiling, we'll have a salt brick left over. And while we wait for the salt, we can butcher and freeze the meat.

Shanks: and what about the produce, smarty pants?

You: I'll go look in the village for containers, if we find any we can pickle and seal up what we're not going to eat fresh.

Benn and Shanks: *make eye contact*

Shanks: alright, I'll go to the village with you.

Two weeks later

Red Force: *it's kitchen and storeroom full of food*

Benn: *puts hand on your head and ruffles your hair* good job kid, we should be good on food for the next six months.

You: I'm glad

Shanks: how would you like to stay with us?

You: you mean join your crew?

Shanks: yeah, you're super useful to have around. I didn't really have to lift a finger back there, you pretty much had everything under control and we had fun doing it.

You: I don't know about that, but sure I'll join your crew.

Shanks: *picks you up and spins you around* fantastic, the next island that has people on it we'll get you a cot and a good sword or whatever weapon of your choosing.

You: ahh! Put me down!

Shanks: *trips and falls overboard*

You: *coughing up water when you surface* captain!

Shanks: haha sorry

You: *splashes him* you and your shenanigans

Benn: yeah, you'll need to get used to that, this level of malarkey is fairly normal.

You: oh goody

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@simpingforthisonedeer collect your husband he's scaring people again

So uh where’s my fanfics about my boy Orm Marius, my boy deserves some love and he’s hot as fuck

hii!! can i request for the event?? had this weird little scenario where a little kid goes up to reader, completely in love and confessing their love (even tho reader doesnt know who this little kid is) and the op men just look at what's happening with either a "😬" or "😠" reaction. any characters for this scenario would work but if you could put zoro as part of the 3 that would be great

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Characters: fem reader x Zoro, Sanji, Shanks Total word count: 600

Zoro

“You are so beautiful!” A child screamed, slamming into you and wrapping his arms around your midrift tightly. “I love you!” 

“Hey!” Zoro shouted, reaching for the kid. “Get off her!”

“Zoro!” you chided, shielding the kid from your boyfriend's wrath. “It’s okay!”

“You are the most amazing lady I’ve ever seen! Your smile is radiant, and you are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met!”

You laughed, slowly prying the kid off of you. You were about to bend down to talk to him, but Zoro beat you to it. 

“Listen brat,” he hissed. “Go find another beautiful lady! This one is mine.”

The kid stuck his tongue at Zoro. “If you keep being so mean, she’ll leave you for a real man like me!”

“What did you-!”

“Zoro, stop!” you giggled, pulling him away. You looked back at the little boy, giving him a wink. “It was nice to meet you!”

“I’ll see you soon, lovely lady!”

You intertwined your arm with Zoro’s again, laughing at his outburst. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“He reminded me of that stupid cook,” Zoro groaned. “Besides, that kid needs to buzz off. You’re already taken.”

Sanji

“Excuse me miss,” a small voice came from behind you, and you turned around. 

He was young. Probably around 6 or 7, with caramel brown hair and clear blue eyes.

“Hi there,” you said, breaking away from Sanji’s hold so you could squat down so you were at eye level with him. 

“I just wanted to tell you are the most beautiful woman alive.” He held out a wildflower with small white petals. “Will you marry me?”

You giggled at his request. His bluntness reminded you of someone else you knew. 

“I’m flattered. How about you come find me when you’re older?” you challenged. 

He pushed the flower into your hands. “I will. I’ll never forget you! Until then, here’s something to remember me by!”

He took off, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You laughed and stood up, your hand returning to Sanji’s. 

“You have competition,” you teased.

Sanji hummed pleasantly, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “He has good taste in women. Can’t argue with that.”

Shanks

You unfolded the note the little boy had given you and read the scribbles across the paper. 

Please make my day and kiss me. You are so beautiful and kind. I love you.

Shanks peered over your shoulder, looking at the note, and burst out into laughter. 

“Shanks!” you scolded under your breath. “Don’t laugh!”

“Look kid, only a real man gets to kiss this lady.” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek to prove his point. 

The kid looked at you and him, and then ran off. 

“Shanks!”

“He’ll be back, don’t worry.”

Shanks was right. A few hours later, the kid was standing at the end of the bar, peeking out and watching you from afar. 

“You wanna impress her?” Shanks asked, creeping up behind the boy. “Give her a rose and ask her for a kiss. To her face. Like a man.”

“Will that work?” the boy whispered, glancing back at you nervously. 

“That’s how I got her to kiss me,” he admitted. “Good news for you, I even have a spare rose.”

The little boy walked up to you, his knees visibly shaking as he gripped the rose in his hands. 

“I got this for you,” he said softly. “Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes darted to Shanks, a smile dancing across your lips. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking the flower from him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I’d be honored to kiss such a polite young man.”

the first time you give in and let shanks into your bed—after months and months of very persistent dashing grins and cloying sweet-talk—you don’t realize until he has you pressed against your bedroom door, with his singular hand tucked beneath your skirts to grasp the back of your knee and hook your leg around him, that the vest you’ve chosen today is held together by a row of small buttons at the front.

it’s an issue it seems he’s only just realized too, as he pulls away from your lips and stares down at your bust.

“buttons,” he says with a pout, thumb tapping pensively against the side of your knee. “is this a test?”

“an accident,” you laugh. “i’ll help—“

“no.” shanks nips at your finger playfully before you can touch your neckline. “not proper to make a lady undress herself.”

it shouldn’t be a surprise, you suppose, but he’s more skilled than you anticipate. with teeth and tongue he manages to undo three before the steady unveiling of your cleavage distracts him. letting go of your leg, he reaches up to work at the fourth even as his tongue runs hot over the newly exposed skin of your chest.

then you feel him pause. he blinks; his eyes are dark and stormy, so deep red they might as well be black. though you often find it difficult to parse out what he’s thinking, it hardly takes a genius to gauge the way that big hand catches hold of the side of your vest, teeth grazing the other; preparing to forego any more delay and simply tear the damn thing apart.

“pop them,” you sigh out, somehow unwilling to speak more than a murmur, “rip it off. i won’t stop you. but—“

you pause just as shanks does the same, eyes darting up to meet yours over the heaving swell of your chest and fingers freezing where he’s gripped the fabric of your bodice.

“you won’t do much more than touching tonight,” you finish.

those eyes sharpen. a thrill goes through you, as his fingers flex for half a moment—and then he’s surging up to kiss you again, hard and heavy and biting, drawing a heady giggle from your tongue. his arm slips around your thighs, tightening to lift you from the solid wood you’ve been pressed against before he turns to take a scant few strides and deposit you onto your bed, not once parting from your lips.

only when you’ve settled does he pull back, just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he moves his arm to brace himself on his elbow and then giving a surprisingly chaste peck to the tip of your nose as he begins a descent.

he lingers at the edge of your neckline, sucks at your skin, then kisses down your stomach over the fabric that still covers you; his hand is eager but gentle as it slides beneath the hem of your dress again, rough calluses brushing against your foot and ankle and calf until he’s palming your knee and pushing the fabric up over your thighs.

“well.” that look in his eye is more of a glint now, accompanied by a grin and a wink that has you rolling your eyes as shanks disappears from sight. “suppose i’ll find something we can do without taking that damn thing off, eh?”

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