Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: My second favourite one armed redhead from one piece (crazy that there is two of them)! Anyway, hope this works for you!!
The Red Force pulled smoothly into the harbour, its crimson sails stark against the bright midday sky. The crew buzzed with excitement, already preparing to disembark before the anchor even finished settling.
It had been weeks at sea, and the promise of a lively town, overflowing with booze, food, and questionable entertainment, was too good to resist.
You stood near the railing, watching the docks come alive with movement. The scent of saltwater mixed with the aroma of grilled meat from the street vendors beyond, and your stomach grumbled in response.
You caught the amused look Shanks shot your way as he stretched his arm over his head. "Hungry?" he asked, his voice rich with amusement.
"A little" you grinned, crossing your arms. Shanks let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "How about we find the best tavern in town and put their kitchens to the test?"
The crew didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the gangplank was lowered, they surged forward, spilling into the town like a flood.
Beckman stayed behind to ensure the ship was properly secured, while Yasopp and Lucky Roux were already weaving through the crowd, scanning for any potential entertainment, or trouble.
You fell into step beside Shanks as the two of you walked through the bustling streets. Being in his company always meant being noticed, he carried an air of confidence that drew people's attention whether they realised it or not.
The stares varied, some admiring, some cautious, and some downright star struck at seeing the infamous Red Haired Shanks up close.
"You'd think they'd never seen pirates before" you muttered, adjusting the belt at your waist. "Maybe they haven't seen good looking ones" Shanks joshed with a smirk, nudging your shoulder playfully.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the small smile tugging at your lips. Eventually, you found yourselves in a crowded tavern, the air thick with laughter, music, and the scent of spilled ale.
The place was lively, patrons swapping stories over drinks, a musician plucking away at a guitar in the corner, and a group of pirates from another crew already deep in a rowdy drinking contest.
The Red Haired Pirates blended in seamlessly, claiming a large table near the centre of the room. Drinks were ordered, plates of roasted meat and steaming bread quickly devoured, and the atmosphere grew even livelier as your crewmates swapped stories and laughter filled insults.
You were halfway through your second drink when someone slid into the seat beside you, a little too close for comfort. You turned your head slightly, meeting the gaze of a stranger, one of the locals, judging by his clothes.
