Oda Canonically Does Not Care For Self Shippers. Self Ship All You Want

I'm not alone!!!

When i say i can't handle relationship angst, at least with bad ending, i mean I really really can't handle relationship angst. I'll start crying very easily. Sometimes over very small things. I made up a cheating scenario in my head and ended up having to stop myself from literally crying out in sorrow as i sobbed. More recently i read a smau that included Crocodile and the scenario was like "You wear his shirt" except Crocodile didn't like it and it was supposed to be comedic but it bummed me out, then i started to imagine it in my head and started to despair and i ended up crying sobbing again. To be fair i had stopped taking my meds again (i get lazy to refill the little day by day boxes things, refilled them again 2 days ago bc mood was starting to get really bad) but i know even if i was taking em i would've probably still cried a bit. So unless its platonic or familial angst (though something depressing enough will bum me out a lot) I cant handle it. Strangely enough, whump is an exception. I save whump especially for when im mad or upset, to which i read it and often calm down and can go to sleep.

I said slowburn but im realizing that slowburn is much slower than i thought maybe this is medium burn. Average burn.

Is This Love?

Luffy x male reader. Angst(?) Slowburn still. 1703 words Part one

Desc: You confessed to Luffy and he tries to find out what it means to him.

You’ve started sleeping in the men’s quarter’s again. It was hard to get some sleep at first, but life at sea is tiring, especially with the occasional marine attack and random weather conditions. Your body will shut itself down eventually. Unfortunately, someone else isn’t having much luck tonight.

“Hnnnnnnnn..”

Rustle

“Hrrrmmmmmmm”

Rustle rustle

“Hnnnnngaahh!” Luffy sits up quickly, his arms in the air. “Can’t sleep.” A shoe is thrown at his head by Sanji. “Ow!”

“Then go outside instead of bringing us into it!” The chef barks while the rubber man rubs his head. He pouts while getting up, making his way out onto the deck.

“waaatchhhh… night watchh.. heheheh. As if I even need to. Who would even dare approach the ship of the GREAT Captain Us-”

“Usopp.” The sniper feels a hand on his shoulder.

“EEAAAAAAHHH!” He screams and bursts into tears, ready to plead for his life before realizing it’s just his friend. “Oh. Luffy.” He has a hand on his chest, quickly pretending nothing happened. “Why are you up?”

“Wh- What happened!? Did you scream!?” A large muscular human reindeer runs over. “Luffy?” Fwoosh, back to small.

“I scared a bird, that’s all. I already took care of it.” The captain tries to open his mouth but is quickly shushed by Usopp. “You couldn’t sleep, right? Why?”

“(Y/n) sleeps back in his bed now but he still doesn't talk like before.” Changing the subject works, why wouldn’t it.

“Like before?” The two crewmates ask.

“Yeah like, he doesn’t.. look at me, the same. Like it’s… different. Not as warm.” He wracks his brain to explain, making weird hand signals because he can’t translate his thoughts into words he knows properly.

“Loving? Caring? Like you’re the only thing that matters in this unforgiving world?” Usopp finishes and Luffy nods, similar enough. He hums while nodding, eyes closed with a hand on his chin.

“Seems like he fell out of love with you.” The sniper states after a bit of fake pondering for dramatic effect.

“Out of love?” Chopper and Luffy ask before Usopp nods.

“I mean, you rejected him, right? Even outed his feelings in front of all of us, sounds like he just moved on. Let the feelings fade out into the wind.” He explains while the doctor nods. Luffy’s brain goes empty-er as he lets how he feels translate into thoughts,

“I didn’t reject him” and out through his mouth. The two previously chatting teens stop.

“You didn’t?” They ask and Luffy shakes his head.

“I just called him weird, then he didn’t say anything else.”

…

Is that not a rejection?

“Is that not a rejection?” That’s what I said. Usopp furrows his brows, trying to see through his friend’s eyes. “Did you also stay silent?”

“I didn’t know what else to say.” The sniper hums, he would definitely start ugly sobbing if someone he was in love with did that to him.

“You could’ve said, ‘Thank you for your feelings, I do not feel the same way.’ If he continues then scold him.” Chopper says with a hoof on his chest. Very kind. “Or kick him off a mountain.” Two different parents taught him two different things.

“That could kill someone..” Usopp points out, slightly concerned. Chopper nods.

“If they survive they ask for your help and then you have a new customer/patient.” What did Dr. Kureha teach him? The long nosed man stares at Chopper in concern and shock before Luffy speaks.

“I don’t wanna do that.”

“Well yeah he’s still our friend, kicking him off a mountain is a bit mu-”

“I mean, I don’t wanna lie.” He clarifies and Usopp stares at his friend, lips jutted out still from being interrupted.

“Lie?” The small reindeer asks instead and the captain nods.

“I do have feelings for him. I just.” Luffy motions at his chest, “Just…” This is why he couldn’t sleep. “I don’t know what love like that is. Being in love. He’s in love with me and I love him but I don’t know what my love is if he feels like that.” Luffy feels platonic love easily, he feels joy and happy and angry all very easily. Even something like excitement from a woman’s chest he can feel via living through Usopp, but romantic love he doesn’t know a lick about feeling. Passion and smooching, hugging and holding hands, staring into each other's eyes. You could do that all with a friend, mostly, so what’s the actual difference? It’s not like lust is the difference either since people do stuff without loving each other all the time.

“Romantic love…” Hiriluk loved Drum Island and Dr. Kureha loved having fun. “Romantic love is having big antlers and sturdy fur.” Chopper reverts to what he learned when he was a wee baby. Luffy rubs his own head, no antlers. In response to his captain’s confusion, Usopp speaks confidently.

“It’s okay. They call me Captain of Love Usopp for a reason!” He strikes a pose and Chopper claps. “Love is like the warm sun on a snowy day, a ray of light peeking through storm clouds, an oasis in a desert. It’s the light at the end of a tunnel.” A lot of metaphors, but not a lot of actual explanation. It’s not doing much good, though Chopper at least seems into it. The rubber man isn’t as interested though, realizing this isn’t answering much of his questions. He looks down.

“I don’t want (Y/n) to be out of love with me if he’s like this because he doesn’t love me romantically anymore.” Luffy mumbles to himself, deciding to go to the restroom. Maybe that’ll help.

“Amorrr is- Luffy? Where’d he go?” Usopp looks around, realizing he’s gone. He looks down at Chopper, who’s expecting more. The sniper clears his throat and continues. “Love is like!” You get the point. Chopper doesn’t know about romantic love much, even as a reindeer. They don’t usually love romantically to mate, while both Hiriluk and Dr. Kureha were interested in their medical endeavors and danger. As for Usopp, he’d been on the same island all of his life always focusing on other things to ever truly register romantic love. His sick mother, her death, then trying to become a brave warrior of the sea. No parents to teach him either. His assumption was it would be figured out once on the ocean, being surrounded by lovers and admirers all the time. Neither of them can help Luffy, at least not in the way he needs.

So what does Luffy need? He doesn’t know, and neither do they. So he goes to the restroom.

“Love…” Luffy says while sitting on the toilet, not going or anything, just for thinking. “Loovvee. Loav.” Repeating it isn’t helping, “Louuvee, loaf.” though it is cheering him up. “Shi shi shi!” He laughs a bit, then stands up. This didn’t give any answers, but he won’t stress about it. Things will work out eventually. Luffy splashes water and soap on his hands, dries them off, then leaves the restroom. He goes back to the men’s quarters. Before going back to his own bed he stops by yours. “...” He crouches down and stares at you. “..luv.” A small mumble before flopping onto his mattress. His heart and mind feels clearer.

Meanwhile, your eyes open, what was that about?

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‘Why’d he just stare at me? Or maybe he wasn’t? My eyes weren’t open but I definitely felt his body heat and breath.’ You think to yourself as you poke at your food with a scowl, finally taking a bite out of it.

“Luffy’s gonna steal it if you don’t eat in time.” Nami tells you, pointing to your plate with her fork. On cue, the captain tries to reach for her food, hand smacked away before he could grab anything. No time for thinking during breakfast, but you’re on dish duty today. That should give you a chance to think.

“Hey.” A voice says behind you and you almost drop the plate you’re rinsing off. It’s Sanji. “So… about you and Luffy.” He starts, looking awkward. “You’re really in love with that id- with him?” He’d like to insult Luffy but feels it’s not the time.

“Way to bring it up again.” You grumble, placing the last dish to dry.

“Did he reject you?”

“Yeah, obviously. Don’t know what I expected to happen.” You don’t really feel like talking about it but he’s asking so you answer.

“Are you sure?” The chef asks and you look back at him, irritated.

“Hell you mean ‘are you sure?’ I’m pretty sure, dude.” Your eyes glare at him. “He called me weird and acts like I’m a specimen now.” Your sass makes Sanji frown back.

“I’m trying to help you, dumbass. Luffy’s not like other people. What you think might be a rejection can be something else entirely. He could say someone has a strong smell and consider it a compliment.” He lights a cigarette, annoyed at the attitude. “You could’ve read him wrong.” It’s a bittersweet thought that you just misunderstood.

“Even if I did misunderstand, so what? It’ll still mean a rejection, just in his own way.” You’re too stressed to talk about this. You were already trying to move on.

“He asked me about love yesterday.” Your eyes widen. “Usopp and Chopper said the same thing happened the day before.” Sanji says after taking a breath of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. “That’s what I mean, but if you’re going to be a dick about it-” He leans into your face “-I don’t have to tell you anything.” He says mockingly.

‘Asshole.’ Though you were mean first, technically. Still, you really want to know the details. You clench your jaw, then speak. “I’m sorry for being an ass, tell me.”

“Huh? What’d you say? Tell you what?” He puts a cupped hand to his ear.

“Tell me more about what Luffy asked you.” He continues to stare at you until you sigh. “Please.” That gets a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Should’ve just said so.” You hold in your anger so he can continue. “What Luffy asked me…”

Cliffhanger wooaaaAAOoah. But still, theres another chappa. I already had a good portion of this one finished but the next one will prob take longer. Also my bad if this one was more comedic than you would like, all of my stuff ends up having a moment like that, plus moments with Usopp always tend to be unserious. I thought about not posting this immediately after it was done to space stuff out but.. nah. Not my style ig. Comment if you want, idk. Havent done slow burn in a long and by a while i mean years and also only like 2 or 3 times.

Your booping speed and skill are mighty and terrifying

Its one of my innate talents, specifically booping and only on tumblr im useless at anything else

Cookie run kingdom calls to me like the devil to a priest

Im so fucking tired bruh i spent all night studying last min i hope i dont fall asleep during the test

Imagine trying to slap a fly and getting fiberglass sized pines on you ouch

Gone fishin

true. I dont really need comments to keep going since i started writing in the first place just for whatever and never really expect anything but comments do feel nice. Its why i like asks bc getting an ask means that someone liked a fic so much they took the time to write something to request. Comments feels nice. Ofc likes and reblogs are enough but as a fic reader i just wanna say to anyone reading a fic and hesitating to comment, no the author isn't going to think you're cringe if you leave a comment. It doesn't have to be something crazy either the author isn't going to read a 4 word comment or a heart and go "how DARE you." They don't hate you, you aren't cringe and leaving a comment or a reblog with a comment doesn't make you cringe. If theres no comments you aren't going to be weird for being the first, if there's a bunch of comments your comments isn't going to mean nothing, it still matters

someone I follow on the bird app just announced they’re starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they’re reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there’s 10,000 other people that will continue…but if you participate in a fic “book club” server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don’t rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit “post”

Alright since you want requests, how about good ol Sanji figuring out that he likes a guy? Lmao.

Poor Sangni. You know for all the shit people (me too) give him, he kinda turned out really good compared to all the things he went through. Also I ❤️ comments on my fics.

Confusion in My Love

Sanji x male reader. fluff. tw for for internalized homophobia. Contains a medium fishman island spoiler. 1375 words.

It’s known that Sanji has an innate preference towards women, and an innate hate towards men. It’s a fact of life the same way the sky is blue, or it was until you. He acts differently around you, a man. Not how he treats Luffy or Zoro, no, there’s something else. Something that makes him weak towards you, something that makes it so when you make a mistake he doesn’t feel like getting angry or mocking you. Something that’s making him feel different.

“Sanji!” His heart skips a beat when he hears your voice while giving Nami and Robin their beverages. “Can I get one too?” You ask with a smile. Everyone expects him to say no, right about now he’d be too “busy” fawning over the women, after all. Schedule full. However…

“Alright.” …he agrees. Like it was instinct, before he could even realize what he was agreeing to. It causes everyone to go silent except for Luffy, who hadn’t realized what was weird until Usopp whispered it in his ear. Sanji knows it’s weird too, but he’d already said yes to you, and he just can’t bring himself to change his mind. So he retreats instead. To the kitchen, his oasis, to make your drink. Once he’s inside he crouches down and puts his head in his hands. “Why did I say that!?” He yells at himself. This stupid something has only been getting worse. Not being as angry at you to not wanting to get angry at you to complimenting you. Now he’s even making a midday beverage for you like he would with a lady! “Why am I doing this!?” He stands up and starts to make the drink, keeping himself busy will surely help him stop thinking about it, but it fails. It’s only when he’s poured the finished product inside the glass that he spots his reflection, his face with flushed cheeks. He touches them as his heart beats faster, is he sick? That has to be it there’s now way, right? Nonono he loves women he’s a woman lover, men are disgusting creatures that he would never develop romantic love for! However the more he thinks about it the more everything he feared and denied is coming together, making his repressed emotions crash down on him.

“Hey, Sanji?” You walk into the kitchen and find him with his elbows on the counter, head in his hands. “Damn if you really didn’t want to make me the drink you don’t have to force yoursel-” You notice tears dripping on the marble “-are you crying!?” When he spots you they flow from his eyes harder.

“hic..unng…” He puts his face back into his hands, sobbing as his emotions overwhelm him, stronger from all the years of internalized homophobia from misinformation. If he’s gay does that mean he has to crossdress all the time now? He likes his suit though… now he just made himself cry more. He feels like a stupid little kid again. You go up to him, confused but rubbing his back as he lets everything out and tries to imagine all the things he’s going to end up doing now that he’s gay. Cooking with long nails, fighting with dresses, having to do makeup every morning, saying kya…

“Sanji what’s up with you, man? Did having to make a free drink for a guy make you this heartbroken?” Crazy conclusion but he’s almost died from a nosebleed so it isn’t that out of the question.

“I’m gay…” He sniffles. “What do I do?”

“Huh??” You look at him with a confused expression. “You’re crying because you’re gay? Sanji it’s not something to be ashamed of, Luffy isn’t going to kick you off the ship. I’m not even sure he knows or even cares what that means.”

“Maybe, but how am I going to cook with long nails?” He looks at his hands in despair. “And is he going to accept me if I wear dresses and makeup?”

“Do you… want to wear dresses and makeup?” The blonde wipes his eyes when you question him.

“..maybe.” Sanji mumbles then quickly yells after. “I don’t know!”

“I feel like you have a misconception on what being gay is. I don’t know what you’re thinking but you don’t have to do anything to be gay besides being attracted to the same sex.”

“But the ladies…” He still wants to like women, he doesn’t know what that means.

“Sanji there are other options besides gay or straight, you can like both men and women, and you don’t have to do whatever you’re thinking if you don’t want to. You’d be a beautiful crossdresser or non-crossdresser. In fact, you don’t even need to be a crossdresser to wear makeup. I don’t- I- How did you even come to this conclusion.”

“In Kambakka.” He states, that makes sense.

“Oh.” You scratch the back of your neck. “Well I don't think them being gay is the reason they’re that way. Did they not tell you this?” He shakes his head. “Yeah well I guess they wouldn’t have expected for you to be this-” ‘ignorant’ “-uh.. mal-informed. Anyway I mean what I say. You’re still you and you get to be you. How did you end up figuring out you liked men anyway?

“Ugh…” He feels stupid now, getting emotional over nothing as he wipes his eyes. “It’s because I like y-” Sanji stops, immediately sobering up once he realizes his mistake. “yyyyoung men my age.”

“Oh? Did you see someone you liked at the last island?” You’re starting to get curious and his face goes red again as he sputters, blue eyes swimming around for an escape when he remembers the drink he made you. He grabs it and quickly gives it to you.

“Here! I finished it not too long ago, drink it while it’s still fresh.” You grab onto it, accepting he doesn’t want to talk. This must be a vulnerable moment for him.

“Well, okay. Just know whatever you end up being, I still care about you, kay?” You smile at him and he heats up more, his feelings stronger now that he realizes what they are.

“Me too, I.. care about you—too.” He’s struggling, jolting when you rub his back.

“We care about each other then, and thanks for the drink.” You walk out of the kitchen with a wink. Once you’re gone Sanji slowly sinks to his knees, sighing. His hand goes to his chest, feeling his beating heart.

“This…feels so weird..!” He rests his back on a shelf door, pupils into hearts as he gets dizzy. “Love love love..” That repeats in his head. He loves you, adores you, filled with nice feelings the moment you look his way. “I love him."

There’s a lot to think about now that he’s realized this but if this light, pleasant feeling he’s getting is because he loves you.. maybe a crush on a guy isn’t so bad.

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Bonus past memory from Kamabakka:

“GAHH GET AWAY FROM ME! I’M NOT GAY!!” Sanji screams while running from the Okamas. He’d been running the whole day now and eventually manages to lose them, that's what he thinks anyway. They’re actually just hiding to let him rest.

“He keeps calling us gay, we’re Okamas.” One of them says, an idea popping up. “You… don’t think he thinks all queer people are like us, right?”

…

…

“No way~” They all brush it off as another speaks up. “I mean it’s pretty obvious what the difference is, he’s gone traveling he’s must’ve met another queer person.”

“Right right.”

“I’m never going to be like them, I like women. I’m not an Okama.” They hear him say as he catches his breath, making them pause.

“Ah…” They nervously look at eachother

“Well.. he’s going to be here for two years. He should figure it out eventually, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll try and help him too! He’s precious after all.”

Unknown to them, he hadn’t figured it out. In fact, he was so terrified of them that even when they did try giving him pointers he kept blocking it out. But it’s alright, there’s no way he’d do something like think it’s mandatory for gay people to crossdress… probably.

I finished! This took way longer than it should've tbh considering it isn't very long, but i kept getting distracted by games and other ideas. Sorry for taking so long. Here's the reveal @hurlingdown it's mee!! I'm 👻! I had a nightmare someone else posted something claiming to be 👻 but its me.

How to Breed your Captain

Shanks x Male!Reader. Top reader, omegaverse. 3327 words. 't' thoughts. Shanks has a posay.

You’re sitting down, sipping on some ale, when you realize Shanks hasn’t been back yet. You and Shanks were chatting when he said that he was “gonna take a piss”. However, that was around 10 minutes ago and he still isn’t back. You’re starting to get a little concerned. You know how your captain is when he’s drunk, and you knew he didn’t look all there when he had left, but he hadn’t even drank that much. He’s an experienced drinker, even if he’s known as a drunk he wouldn’t get woozy over what was around a mug and a half of ale. ‘Did he drink earlier without telling me?’ You think to yourself, that being the only option you can think of to why he would look off while leaving or take this long. The thought doesn’t help your anxiety though, I mean he gets clumsy and even more carefree when he’s not all there, what if he slipped and hit his head on the toilet, or threw up hard enough that he passed out? Your leg bounces anxiously, Shanks is a grown man that should be able to handle himself but you know that isn’t always the truth, almost as much as Beckman. “Dammit.” You curse and put your mug of ale down, unable to handle the anxiety anymore. You’ll have to get up to go check up on the idiot, that’s what you thought since when you get to the bathroom it’s empty. “Did he go to his room?” You mumble and walk over to his cabin. He does have a bathroom in there, though it doesn’t make sense he would go all the way over there for it. Maybe he forgot that he was having a conversation with you on the way to the bathroom and went to sleep. When you get to his room you knock on the door, smells kinda off, maybe he’s sick. “Captain!?” You yell out, man if you didn’t care about him this much you would’ve just left him to his devices. ‘Should I just.. open the door..?’ You wonder. Deciding against it you hold your ear to the door, trying to listen for any snores. When you don’t hear any you get concerned, you can tell the light it on. The smell is getting weirder too, did he actually throw up? Your head feels fuzzy too, maybe the ale was stronger than you both thought..

[Earlier]

“fuck…” Shanks mumbles as he walks down the hallway. It’s taking everything he has to keep his pheromones inside his body, using all his experience of holding in pain both physical and mental to help him. Holding things in is making it worse, he’s just making himself emotional faster, but he can’t be spotted like this. His thoughts go to earlier, when you two were drinking. He had already started feeling off around you lately, sometimes he forgets he’s an omega since he takes blockers and doesn’t really pay attention to those specific labels, so he brushed it off as him just taking a liking to you. He fucks because he can, and any parts that are different are just the things given to him. The only times he remembers he’s an omega is when he’s reminded, either during sex or during medical appointments, though sometimes he isn’t paying attention even then.. Well he wishes he was paying attention now. Hongo had always told him that even if he took blockers that he should keep track of when he was supposed to have heats, just in case something ever went wrong during those times; but Shanks being Shanks, pushed that aside. He wouldn’t need to know all that, if anything happened he would just deal with it, Hongo keeps track anyway; so the doctor could just deal with it. Medical stuff isn’t his specialty.

‘I might be the biggest idiot in the world.’ Shanks tells himself as he shoves his door open and falls onto his bedroom floor, kicking it closed with his foot. Why hadn’t he put it together? Liking you, starting to feel off around you recently, feeling hornier than usual… why did it not click? What’s wrong with him? Is he stupid? Shanks lets out a small groan as he presses his thighs together, already feeling the slick between them. He had heard before of something like love activating a heat even if blockers were taken, but it was rare and sounds way too romantic. Plus, Shanks is more than grown now. Healthy, but not a teenager that can’t control their hormones. He slides a hand down to his pants, over his crotch, and presses down. Pleasure shoots through him and he tries to cover his mouth to muffle a moan, forgetting that he doesn’t have another hand to muffle it with. It makes him jolt and he shakily sits up and tries to sense if anyone is near, sighing in relief when he doesn’t feel anyone. He manages to get onto his feet, trying to imagine he’s just drunk as he flops onto his bed on his stomach; then rolls onto his back. ‘Should I knock myself out?’ He considers seriously, knowing how it feels to have a heat without a partner. It’s miserable, no matter how many times you cum it keeps feeling like it isn’t enough. What’s worse is you just get depressed too! God he would rather go through a terrible hangover. His crotch is pulsing, fluttering and clenching around nothing as his breath starts to quicken. Shanks slips a hand into his pants and parts his lips, the amount of slick he feels making him flinch. “God what am I this wet for?” He mumbles and his mind immediately goes to you, making his womb throb in response with a whine. He isn’t an insecure man, but you’ve never really shown any genuine interest in him. You’ve flirted with him, maybe even alluded to a fling, but he doesn’t want a fling. Here it goes with the negative thoughts. He likes you, he loves you, even if he shouldn’t. He’s your captain and older than you. An older omega… would he even be able to give pups at this age? The thought rings through him and he tears up with a whine. He’s pushing 40, he isn’t as fertile as he used to be, even if he’s an omega he isn’t good enough. His body isn’t good for pups, he drinks and fights and he’s above his prime. He aged like fine wine appearance wise but what does that matter? Shanks is just a pretty face and a pretty body. His fingers play with his clit as he starts to cry softly, feeling pathetic. When he was younger he cursed the people who told him he would regret not having pups while he was young, he still does now; but when in his heat... he agrees with them. It’s the hormones, this is known, but this pain is real. He keens out for a mate that isn’t there. A dangerous man, a whore, used up and useless. All these things that would never bother him, things that he even sometimes took pridefully, fill his mind and make him miserable. It makes his first orgasm feel like shit, the pleasure doing nothing. ‘Useless useless useless’ his omega mind tells him as he turns his head to the side, unable to even wipe his tears.

[Now]

You sniff the door more, trying to figure out what it is until you catch a whiff of something. It feels erotic at first, like alcohol, which is why you mistook it as maybe your breath from the ale; but you start to realize that it isn’t. You press your nose to the door and sniff again, smelling it stronger. Salty, a stinging like alcohol and the salty sea. It smells like Shanks, but it’s usually softer than this, more calm. This smells more… unstable. Even when he was drunk he didn’t smell like this. The scent turns rotten, more salty and more like wine that wasn’t sealed properly, negative and stressful “Captain?” You call out as you knock on the door again, getting less irritated due to worry. Unknown to you, Shanks hears you, but it only made him feel better for a moment. It’s a whirlpool, he’s happy you’re here, happy you sound worried, but what now? The only good parts of him are the fact that he’s confident, sure of himself. If he isn’t then he would just be some insecure, pathetic, drunk, old omega giving himself away. No, no, he can’t let you see him like this. You get a headache as the scent gets weaker, then stronger as he tries and fails to hold it in. “Captain, are you okay? What’s going on? Should I call someone?”

“No!” He yells out instinctively, startling you slightly.

“Okay.. I will.. not—call someone.” You respond, still hesitant. You’re close to Shanks but not as close as maybe Beckman, another omega. “Are you sure though? I can call Beckman.” Shanks thinks about that, that actually might make him feel a bit better; but Beckman isn’t you. Plus he has a feeling Beckman would just scold him, maybe even tell him to go to you. God he’s pathetic. “Captain, I know we aren’t as close but is there something I can do?”

…

“C..Can you just… stay here?” He mumbles, it’s quiet to the point where you can barely hear it.

‘He wants me to stay!?’ You think to yourself, shocked. You’ve already gotten hard from his pheromones, what if you say something stupid? “Uh are you su-”

“You don’t want to?” Shanks sounds vulnerable, weak, and you shake your head quickly despite him not being able to see it.

“No, no, I’m okay staying here,” ‘God he sounds so cute I wanna see him.’ “I was more worried that you don’t actually want me here.” You say, your mind spinning a little. You’re doing your best to stay calm, unfortunately that’s only making Shanks feel worse since he’s thinking that he’s so unattractive that you’re completely fine despite his pheromones going strong. “I just want to make you feel better.” Caught in a bad spot, the two of you are. Shanks is insecure and feeling worse because you seem completely fine, and you’re doing your best to hold yourself together because Shanks is distressed. This is going nowhere but down. “Are you uhm.. in heat? Did you forget your blockers?”

“Gods, I didn’t. It would make things easier if it were just that.” Shanks says, biting his lip when he slips a finger inside himself.

‘Why is he so emotional, am I doing something wrong? Am I this emotional during a rut?’ Your mind races as you try to think of anything to save this. You try to think of something that you would like to hear during a stressful rut. “..Do you need help?” When you’re met with silence you consider playing it off as a bad joke but then there’s a response.

“What good is helping an old geezer like me?” He says, his voice sad. Your mind goes blank for a moment, what is he saying? He’s completely out of your league asking what good is there? He isn’t even that old!

“Well- uh.. you’re sexy?” You sound a bit unsure, not knowing if you’re doing something good. When you smell him slightly calm you feel slight relief. Shanks may not want just a fling, but hearing the person he loves call him sexy is always a plus. “You’re super hot, and you’re incredibly attractive in all ways both physically and personality wise.” You keep throwing out compliments, flooding them in as your captain’s pheromones seem to be reacting positively. “I know I make fun of your arm jokes but they’re actually funny, even when they’re not they’re funny in an unfunny way; especially since you always look so bright and proud of yourself when you get the perfect opportunity to make one. Your eyes crinkle up happily, it’s super cute.” His sadness is subsiding and turning into a small glee as you continue, his hips bucking into his fingers. You press your hands against the door, “You’re the most desirable person and omega I've ever me-” and fall through it onto Shanks’s bedroom floor. Oh. When the redhead had struggled inside earlier he hadn’t closed it properly, so it opened at the pressure. He stares at your form on the ground, not sure whether to laugh or beam that you’re inside. You get up onto your knees and your brain immediately goes numb from the smell of him, the scent through the door can’t compare to this. It makes your mouth water and you forget about your embarrassment. Shanks is about to ask if you’re okay when you get up onto your feet and look at him, your pupils dilating at the sight. Your captain is laying there, propped up on his elbow. You can see glistening on his fingers, slick. He follows your gaze and gets embarrassed.

“Had to make do, being alone and all.” He mumbles, trying to play it cool. Exceedingly hard when his face is still flushed and his muscles are tensing from trying not to pull you to him. You walk over to him and grab his wrist, making him flinch and gasp when you wrap your lips around his wet fingers, groaning at the taste. His womb throbs and he purrs involuntarily from the action, his body pleased that his alpha is here. “(Y/n) I-”

“Shh, I’m here now.” You pull back and move yourself between his legs, your tent above his clothes weeping cunt. “Fuck, I can almost feel how wet it is just from this.” You grind down on him and he throws his head back with a cry, pleasure shooting through him as his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You can’t help it, you need to fuck him, your hands go to the hem of his pants and pull it all off. He’s wet, it would be so easy to thrust into him, you put your tip at his entrance and pause.

“...?” Shanks props himself up to look at you, you’re sweating and clenching your teeth. You’re holding back, Shanks hasn’t given consent yet and your body is punishing you for daring to stop yourself from breeding an omega in front of you; but you can’t, you can’t do this to your captain if he doesn’t want it just because you couldn’t control yourself. Shanks realizes this and grabs your shirt to pull you down for a kiss, his lips moving against yours passionately until he pulls back. “Fuck me.” He whispers. “Please…” Your eyes fog over and you grab his legs to pull him back onto your cock while thrusting into him, his body adjusting to you immediately as he gasps. So ready for cock and now he’s all yours. He’s already a mess below you, squirming. It’s not long before his walls pulse around you and he wails, his orgasm coming suddenly after being pent up and distressed this whole time. His arm clutches onto the back of your shirt as your hips move, “Breed me please please I need it.” gripping onto it so hard you’re sure it’ll stretch out. It doesn’t matter though, not when his pussy is clenching around you so well as he begs you to give him pups. Him being a powerful pirate or the captain of an important crew doesn’t matter, he just wants to be your omega. Fuck, you’ll keep him pregnant over and over until he can’t think about anything except getting bred and taking care of his pups, your pups. Your knot starts to inflate and Shanks lets out pheromones to give you every sign he wants it, shaking as he reaches his second orgasm. Gummy walls squeeze around you and leak slick as he cries out while you continue to fuck him; painting his insides with your seed. Your knot slowly forces its way inside with your thrusts until it pops inside of him with a squelch. Shanks feels dizzy, happy, he puts his hand on his stomach purring until he remembers how old he is. “What’s wrong?” You ask him as you rub your scent glands onto his.

“Pups.. I'm.. it’d be hard for me to get them.” He feels like crying, tearing up while he looks away feeling ashamed. You think for a moment, then pick him up and walk towards the door that’s still open with your dick still inside him, closing it. You won’t need to lock it, everyone will get the hint the moment they even get near the hallway. You plop down onto the bed with him on your lap and thrust up into Shanks, your knot still inside.

“It doesn’t matter. If it’s hard for you to get pups then we can keep trying.” You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll do it over and over until your womb is overflowing with me.” Shanks pants, his eyes glazing over at your romantic(?) words.

“Alpha~” He whines and you pull him in for a kiss, making out with him until your knot unswells enough you can lay him back on the mattress and hook his legs over your shoulders into a mating press. You kiss him one more time before thrusting into his wet cunt, squelching with slick as you fuck your own cum deeper into him. Your mouth goes to his neck, sucking hickeys where you’re planning on biting him once his heat is over. When you can fuck your seed into him and mate him while he’s fully himself. This angle is deeper than before and you feel the tip of your dick kiss his cervix, making his head throw back with pleasure as slick drips down your balls and coats your thighs. His plump chest from his muscles move with each thrust, nipples perked up like they’re already going to lactate. Your hand goes to one and squeezes the flesh there, his heat making them softer than usual. He likes it, cries getting louder since he can’t speak anymore. Your knot swells up for the second time and he cums again, struggling to make more noise that shows he’s yours as his throat goes sore. It doesn’t even matter if he didn’t love you, your dick is too addictive, he’d never be able to have another. You pound into him and his cervix, one hand on his thigh and the other on his breast. You’re a perfect match and as you slam into him the to his cervix shoots your cum directly into his womb as your cock ruins his pussy for the second time.

“My omega.” You mumble and kiss him again as he manages to purr happily, your scents mixing together like you’re already mated.

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Shanks pants, his red hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as you fuck into him. Your clothes around the bed into a nest as soon as you both calmed enough to let him make one. His stomach is swollen with your seed, you’ve been breeding him for days now because of this strong pent up heat and now his brain is numb with nothing but you. You finally slip out of him with a pop and jizz pours from his used hole, loose and bred. His breasts have bites on them and the nipples swollen along with his clit from being played with so many times. You lean over and peck his kiss bitten lips, tears of pleasure staining his cheeks. “Pretty omega, my pretty captain omega~” You continue to kiss his face and he sighs in relief, closing his eyes. This was rough for the both of you to do for so long but you both have good stamina and you’ll learn soon how clingy Shanks can be as your mate.