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nekassvariigs · 1 year

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Intentionally calling them husband in scenarios, heres how it goes

part two

Luffy, Sabo, Katakuri, Zoro, Sanji ,Smoker, Roger, Shanks, Eustass Kid

part three will feature Robin, Whitebeard, Marco, Ben Beckmann, Franky, Brook, Mihawk.

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Luffy

Save him please someone.

"Argh i refuse!" he'd snarl pointy teeth showing as he yells.

''But Luffy, you'd be a great husband." you protest making him only more irritated.

"I'm not marrying anyone!'' he slaps his hands on the table, steam blowing form his nose, you pout a little with this fake facade.

You walk over to the kitchen taking out a well cooked meat dish. ''Here i made something for you."

His nose is like a hounds when it comes to meat. "Wacha got there." he's already clanking forks against the table as you set it in front of him.

"If you eat this, you'll be my husband."

He completely ignores your joke, dropping forks aside he takes the food with his hands, chewing the delicious meal.

"So good! Oi Y/n ,I want more, moreee!" he'd whine not even finishing the first set his eyes sparkling wide as he looks at you.

''Oh whatever." you completely lose against him, his obliviousness compares with no one when it comes to this.

He thanks you for the food, licking his mouth from the crumbs, you show him another one.

''Shishishi" he cackles loudly and before you notice the food is long gone.

"Luffy!'' you shout watching him swallow quickly, you're left defeated.

''At least enjoy it you ape.." you wail silently watching him brisk past you.

''Maybe I should consider, aah who knows, but the food is too good.'' he speaks to himself arms behind his head and a large smile.

If you haven't ever experienced a Boa Hancock moment now you understand what it is about.

Sabo

''Isn't this a little sudden?'' he asks.

The two of you lying on the couch whilst watching a movie, not that the movie was bad but somehow Sabo started talking about random things trying to get to know a bit more of your mind until the topic game to be about marriage, you asked him what he thought about being called husband and this was his response.

"Were not getting married Sabo, it's just a question, what do you think?'' his arm pulled back a little from holding onto you , his elbow rested on the couch, hand still on your back he traced light circles.

''Well putting it this way.." he looked in thought his blonde hair falling over his eyes you couldn't help to brush it away, his gaze softly falling on you he smiled into the touch.

"I don't hate it, matter of fact, im open to it."

"Really?''

"Yeah, I mean you've called me D-"

"Ah shut up." You covered his mouth the apples of his cheeks growing as he gently bit into your palm.

You blushed a little, man this guy can be such a tease sometimes.

He pulled your hand away from his mouth, continuing.

"Well, do it." He smiled, his blue eyes flickering form the movie that flashed by beside you two.

''You're my husband." you stated shyly blinking many times as you watched him clench his heart.

"Oh this hits right in the feels." he faked pain falling over onto your lap.

You laughed at his antics, if there's anyone that can difuse the feeling of embarrassment faster its this guy. He laid back on your lap, your hand wandering lazily in his hair, you smiled at him.

His hand reached over to your cheek he pulled you forward, his nose gently rubbing against yours he pressed a lingering kiss.

Katakuri

He's a rather secluded person so you mainly hanged out around his sister, Brulee was the sweetest older sister you could ask for always offering you tea and sweets her genuine heart never wavering. You two had an ongoing joke about her brother the two of you kept codenaming him ''husband'' so your conversations would usually go with her staring a conversation like this. "So y/n, how's the husband?" she chuckled her smile lighting up the room. "He's a delight really we went shopping the other day and let me tell you how hard it is to find something that he'd even remotely hate, he loves everything! I'm starting to think it's impossible to make him mad.'' you sighed, not that you had real intentions of getting the big giant mad, you just wanted to see if he'd ever change his character, no matter how long you were at the store trying on every piece of clothing to waste time, he sat patiently the large scarf covering his mouth he always waited for you with a warm smile giving his opinions on the outfits. Brulee smirked '' He's a very kind person so even I cant see him being unsupportive."

"I know right, its like everything he does always turns out to be even better than he intended!" you flailed your arms a slight frown forming on your brows. The door peered open a rather tall figure coming through he welcomed himself in with a smile, setting some sweet buns on the table, they steamed with a gnetle delicious scent of sesame , rice and hints of familiar mango filling.

"Thank you dear." you smiled to the man as he stepped forth to take off the large scarft, his pointy teeth always caught your gaze.

you continued your conversation with brulee,katakuri sitting by your side as he bit into the sweet bun.

The two of you kept speaking about a certain husband and he for the life of him couldnt understand to who were you reffering to with such familiarity.

''Who are you two talking about?'' he chewed the sweet looking between you two.

"You.'' you quickly replied continiuing your conversation with his sister until she stopped her eyes wide as she looked at you.

You had a quizzical expression on your face and then it clicked, your face flared up red with brulee watching the sweetest smile on her face, you avoided looking at katakuri to save your life.

No need to worry, the large man was barely able to continue eating his desert, a humble red spread over his ears he pinched the bridge of his nose for the longest time. It was for the longest time he thought you were talking about someone else every time you chatted with his sister he thought you were chatting about another man you had spotted wandering onto the island. Now it made sense to him, the words repeating in his mind he groaned setting the pastry on the table, he never pictured himself to be called that , he was barely able to get used to boyfriend so you tended to switch it up very often.

You cleared your throat watching the fluster on his face , your hand reached over to take his , you were met with a comfortable squeeze.

"You two will be the death of me." he sighed a large toothy grin over his face. The two of you were left a laughing mess offering him some tea as an apology for the long confusion along with the sudden surprise.

Zoro

He asked for you to sit on his back while he was working out, you hesitated at first thinking that he's going a little too far, he reassured you there's nothing to be afraid of as he can easily sling over 100 kgs without ease.

''If you say so.." He steadied himself into a plank waiting for you to find a comfortable place over him.

"Ready?"

''Yep." you popped the p feeling your balance loose itself as you held onto waist each time he neared the ground.

You couldn't hold your amusement, he was way stronger than you imagined, your weight seemed to barely affect him as he did his push ups with ease. ''15..16..17.." you counted in your mind your but flat against his lower back.

"Have you asked anyone else to do this while you train?'' you had to know, there's no way he'd be so comfortable with a whole human on his back like this.

"Yeah, I asked," he panted between pushes, you could feel each time his body took an inhale of breath. "Luffy, but he's so light it wasn't even a challenge." sweat dripped down his forehead onto the ground before him creating a little array of a puddle.

"Anyone else?''

He took his time answering this time focusing on his form before he spoke up again, the silence was pleasant, although you were a little worried reminding yourself as you rode on his back that he was still training.

" I think I asked Usopp after that, though he wasn't better than Luffy."

He breathed a little heavier taking some time to stop between curls, to steady his breathing.

"You alright? I can hop off if it's too much." you wondered not wanting for him to collapse with extra weight on him.

"Stay, you're good." he continued with a regained sense of will, crushing through the next 50 push ups.

You grew comfortable on his back having adjusted to the rhythm.

Your hands slid lower on his waist as you lowered your back against his, your concentrated weight now laying flat over him, your head on the back on his neck, just enough so it wouldn't bother him.

He puffed heavier reaching triple digits, his muscles slowly grew sore but he pushed through with a slight sense to impress you.

''Y/n , you up there? Is Zoro with you?'' Chopper asked under the stairs you responded loudly.

''Yep, my hubby's right here!'' there was a quick silence as Zoro's eyes widened under you, not that you could see.

''Okaay! Dinners gonna be ready soon!'' he informed before walking to do help out.

The weight shifted under you, his hand held you in place, as you leaned slightly to his right, he was doing single handed push ups.

"Hey, don't you think that's a bit extreme?'' you told him, as he continued to meet ground confidently.

''Nah." His hand held comfortably on your waist a while longer until he switched sides, the name lingering in his mind. A while later he was dripping wet, you could feel your own shirt soaking in his sweat he gestured you to hop off.

''Here." you handed him some water, he turned to his side his face not meeting yours he drank, chest rising with each sip you admired his well toned back with a silent whistle.

It surprised him, the feeling of your eyes on him made him a little shy, hince the reason he refused to turn around for so long.

You walked up to him, head leaning over his shoulders to have a look at his face. He had spaced out for a bit , a blush covering his upper face you smiled in awe.

''Yeoow, Tell your hubby to move it! Foods done!" you heard Franky call for you, Zoro's face eyes twitching at the mention of this nickname.

Your smile grew wider as you poked his face.

''Were you pulling those stunts because of me?'' you smirked making his eyes open to look at you with the blush on his face still wildly present.

"No.." he spoke softly, his crossed arms unwinding he slipped one around your waist with a serious yet pleading look.

''Don't tell anyone.." you chuckled silently at his words, resting your head on his shoulder.

''Come on, food will get cold.'' he guided you to head down, following closely as everyone greeted you.

During dinner you gave him a look, mouthing the nickname again, he ate his food not saying anything, the tips of his ears were red no matter how much he tried to deny it.

He liked the nickname despite the silence.

Sanji

''Sanji, come here a moment." You ushered the sweetheart over, he waltzed towards you with his signature spin stopping behind you to peer over what you were looking for.

A bunch of jewelry, shining red white, pink and blue all sorts of jewels shined under the display lights. "What's up? Do you need money?''

''Hmm no, give me your hand." you vaguely looked at his hand, his slim fingers flexing before you, a trail of smoke winding in the air.

You offered his hand to the jeweler he took measurements of his ring finger, whilst Sanji watched, if this was an idea for a gift this was the worst way to ask for a ring size, he could of just told you if you asked.

''8.5 centimeters miss." The shop keep informed you of the size.

''Thought as much, could i see the rings over there?'' you pointed under the display, Sanji curiously watching over your shoulder like a cat.

"Of course, for gifts we suggest these as they aren't that flashy and will accentuate the hands well." He smiled pulling out a ring form its holdings handing it over to you.

You turned Sanji's hand so his palm would face you your warm hand meeting with his rather cold and meek one.

"What's wrong Sanji? Your hands are cold." you asked watching him puff smoke in the shapes of hearts, his cheeks a brisk red.

"Hm? Oh I didn't think you'd be the type to buy men jewelry.'' He watched as you slipped the ring on his finger, a slim silver band sitting low on his finger it looked rather pretty but a little too slim for him.

You took it off clasping the metal you handed over it the shop keep.

"How about this one?'' you showed to a thicker ring, the polish on it shining beautifully.

"Good choice miss." he commented handing you the ring.

You took the cigarette from Sanjis lips between your middle and pointer finger holding the ring in your thumb and ring finger you slipped it on taking a slow drag from the white wrapped cigarette.

Sanji watched with deep curiosity, he loved when you did these subtle yet intimate things, his heart beat with a deep flame as he watched you puff out a streak of grey smoke. His lower lip slightly trembling at the sight.

"What do you think?'' You spoke calmly watching him gulp as his eyes wandered to the ring, he twirled it around with his thumb checking if it wasn't going to bother him whilst he was cooking.

''It's good, won't bother me if I wear it for a long time." You smiled taking on another drag of his cigarette. A pleasant smirk laying on your features as you thought about what you're going to say next.

''This isn't typically a thing to take off Sanji." you smiled brushing a hand over his cheek, the lit cigarette dangerously close to his face, protected by your hand.

His heart dropped at the mention.

''She doesn't m-mean.." he thought to himself. Your confident yet seductive gaze at him only confirmed his thoughts, he swallowed slowly, his face plastered in a red blush, you laughed.

''Is this a prop-proposal!?'' his eyes beat out of his face he practically shouted in the most excited way.

You chuckled sweetly, the shop keep blushing at the sight of you two.

''Well take this one then" You smiled handing him money. Your gaze towards Sanji you put a hand on his shoulder whispering.

''I might as well make you a husband, dear.''

Oh boy.. the red that ripped down his nose way quite something, you handed him a hanker chief dropping the cigarette on the nearby ashtray the shop keep kept, you laced your hand with his walking out the shop Sanji followed with a light stumble every now and then walking a few steps behind you as you lead him. His head was so ready to burst with all the imagines of the two of you holding a ceremony rose petals flying and everything.

''My those two are something." the shop keep chuckled watching an overly flustered male leave with his sweetheart in hand.

Smoker

Word seemed to get around around you and the cloudy vice admiral, because of his strict work nature and your dedication people started calling you the type to be married only to two things each other and work, the two of you never met much aside from when it was time to deliver some justice, men practically fangirled when the two of you appeared fighting along each other.

''What's wrong with all of you, there's work to be done!'' Smoker shouted to his underlings as you walked beside him.

''There she is, aren't they the best.." the guys swooned as you stood hands on your hips along Smoker, his cigars burning weak smoke you offered him a light, his face leaning to the fire you provided the guys waited in anticipation for something to happen.

''Got a problem guys?'' you smiled meanly, Smoker puffing on his cigars to light them fully.

''None at all!!'' they all waved their hands with sheepish smiles.

''This is getting a little out of hand.." he looked at you smoke puffing from his face.

''You don't say." you laughed, something you did only around him according to every fanboy out there.

''Look look she's smiling again'' they blushed, a vein popping on Smokers face from this foolery.

''Go do something you idiots!" he knew the rookies had nothing better to do but it beat oogling at you two every second they could.

'' I'm going to HQ if you need something you know where to find me." with the use of his devil fruit and a long streak of smoke he disappeared from your sights.

You chuckled closing the door to his office with your body, Smokers head deep into his papers.

"It's crazy out there." you stood there hand's behind your back as you leaned on the door. Smoker hummed listening to you. ''You don't think we should do something about this?'' you walked over to his desk sitting across him, the single cigar set down in the ash tray he finally pulled his head out of the mountains of papers before him.

''Why should we? It does nothing for us." he stated slicking back his hair you squinted at the sight.

"You enjoy being my fictitious husband that much?" you smiled watching his eyes slowly running over you face, a little shit eating grin plastered on your face, you subsided it once you saw his cheeks redden a little as he resumed his smoke hiding the embarrassment.

"You're kidding right?!'' he winced closing his eyes , a hand clenching under the desk. Just dont laugh, it wasn't supposed to come off this way, but there was no better way for him to answer.

''..'' He was silent as he opened his eyes staring at you through his brows.

It was your turn to return the blush, as you laid back on the chair placing a cold towel over your forehead.

''Those brats..'' you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose you rose your head letting the towel fall to your lap.

Once his work was done he decided to treat you to some tea in the lounge, the two of you passed by a couple of marines on your way, you calmly took his hand in your watching as one spit water behind you, you turned your head looking at them with a knowing smile. Smokers eyes glancing over at your hand he picked up the pace dragging you along a bit faster, you laughed turning your face back to the blushy vice admiral.

Eustass Kid

You watched as Kid toyed around his arm, tightening bolts and sautering wires it looked surreal to just think how it operated.

"Kid what do you think about marriage." you asked him out of the blue never approaching this topic with him before. The mean look on his face grew as he barked at you. " What marriage?! It's annoying to just think about it." Whilst true he had a lot on his plate in the current situation, he wanted to beat Kaido for beating his ass so badly the dumbest of reds showed on his face as he threw some bolts at you making you hide behind a flipped table.

"Get out, you're annoying!'' He puffed slamming his fist on the table, bolts creaking on his arm as he attempted to move it.

"Look at what you did!'' You checked his arm watching smoke and sparks come from it you chuckled a bit. ''You can fix that cant you?'' you pointed at it making him growl back, ''Of course, it's gonna take a shit ton of time because of you though." he held a mean glare toward you. ''Okay okay I get it, I'm sorry." you raised your hands in defeat watching him sigh.

'' Don't stand there, you're helping out now." he waited for you to come closer bringing over all sorts of random tools with you, the two of you worked for a long while, trying to fix all the errors you caused.

As much as he kept focusing on his work, his eyes sometimes wandered to your face watching how you inspected his work. The dumb glint in your eyes as you followed his each move broke the silence.

"I guess it can't hurt.." he admitted his ears a little red.

"Hm?'' you turned to took at him while he was avoiding your gaze with a little sweat dropping down his brow.

"Nothing, pay attention." he moved your face with the back of his knuckle, your side eye stared at his preoccupied thought filled expression, with a wide smirk you pushed his hand back with your face, the longer you stared the longer he stiffened up.

"What?'' his clad orange eyes peered down on you.

You smiled not saying a word.

''You'd make the finest fucking husband." you spoke up suddenly staring right at him with a wide smirk.

He rolled his head throwing it back before he snapped at you.

"GET OUT WILL YOU." he threw an oiled cloth at you watching you scatter out of his room with haste.

Hand over his mouth he stared long at his arm, his eyes wide without a sense of reality, the embarrassed blush covering his face he could no longer work on the repairs.

Shanks

''Hubby am i right on this ?" You were bickering with Ben for the longest time, the stubborn first mate would not bend under your will even if you bribed him with millions.

Shanks turned around with a cheeky look on his face he overheard the entirety of the conversation between you two, you were in the wrong however he wanted to mess around with something else first.

"Hubby?'' he asked whipping around the bar stool one leg over the other he laid his hand behind the counter in a rather confidant way.

"Come on Shanks who's right.'' you blurted out continuing to one over Ben whos scowl only grew the longer you didn't agree with him.

He watched with a glimmer in his eyes calling out your name.

"Hubby~" he smirked watching as you processed the information.

''Argh what the hell! Yes Ben your point is right! Shanks youre dead!" you stormed forward to the captian pinching his nose.

"I call you one silly nickname and you dont leave it alone." you scolded him watching him stifle a laugh as he pushed you to his side with his only arm.

You didn't look him in the face knowing he'd give you a shit eating grin.

"Let go!'' you peeled at his hands , his grip strong as he got in your face with a whisper.

"I refuse~" the gravel in his tone, along the way he looked at you, it was only a matter of time before you shot him a glance.

You looked over at him quickly regretting that instantly.

"There you are." the sultry tone in his voice never leaving as he leaned in his lips hovering just above yours, barely a touch.

He waits for you, with a small smile tugging on his lips. He was pleasantly surprised when you tugged on his collar a rather harsh kiss deepening against his.

Roger

You brought up the topic suddenly the hearty laugh form him was as much as when you did your usual babbling with him.

"Husband, me?'' he snorted between baited breaths.

You felt a little dumb standing in front of him as he laughed his large hat tipping on his head.

'Never hurts to try something once now does it?" He showed you a warm smile once his laughter stopped, you didn't expect him to be so agreeable to something like this.

''I cant figure out if you're serious or joking." you pouted as he guided you to the end of his ship.

''If you want the world, I'll get it for you.'' he clenched his first around thin air, right along your chest as he leaned into hug your shoulder, a bewildered stare darting between his face and hand you didn't even think about the possibility.

"I can't bring you a big ceremony, but if you want the life of a wanted criminal on your hands I can't go denying yours dreams now can I?''

''Guys prepare for a celebration!'' he shouted over his shoulder, every man standing at a halt.

''Your captains getting married!'' he wasted no time jumping assumptions.

"R-Roger wait, now?!'' you pushed a hand on his chest which he took into his with a knowing look.

"No time like the present no?'' He smirked, his teeth flashing in the bright sun.

He didn't even take time to consider something like this...

''I thought it over don't be stupid." Its like he read your mind, he pointed to his crew gazing down at you.

"They're a handful, but take care of them will you?"

"Like that's new.." you chuckled, still baffled by his words.

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dailyrebranded · 1 year

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he said sorry rouge!!!

#gol d. roger #portgas d rouge #one piece #roger x rouge #one piece fanart #ps if you have a headass comment like 'rOgEr LOOks LIKe MaRiO' i will just block you #keep it to urself pls i dont care that you cant read

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alexa-fika · 1 month

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I don't know how but I had these ideas while working out

1- Rayleigh x winged!child!reader (w)

W gets sent back in time and meets his grandpa and Roger Pirates

2- sanji x ghost!child!reader

Okay so the reader is basically Danny phantom and he doesn't die (because he's already dead yohohoho sorry) and doesn't need to eat so a story about that idk

3-law x son!reader

Okay you wrote a story about laws son being able to see dead people so he gets kidnapped by Doffy and ghost Corazon trying to reassures him until his dad rescues him

🐼💕~

Adventures in the past ( Roger Pirates x gn!child! Reader)

A/N here we gooo, Im kinda meh on this one and I ‘ll be honest I din’t even noticed that it was a winged!reader request until I was done so I had to kinda mix it in? But regardless here we goo, I can’t tell you how many times I went back and rewrote it again and again cause I kept getting stuck 😩

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which means reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha groans, wriggling their way out of the barrel they had found themselves in, looking around their surroundings, shaking their wings

“Grandpa is gonna be mad that I ruffled them again,” they mutter

They squeak as a knife flies past them, digging into the wooden walls behind them

They slowly turn around, staring at the entrance of what looked to be an office of sorts, spotting two kids, a red-head with a straw hat holding a sword menacingly and a blue-haired boy with a red nose, holding an array of small knives between his fingers

The two seemed to be young but still relatively older than they were

“Um… hi”

“Who is it, Shanks, Buggy?” a voice calls behind the two young boys

“Uh…” Shanks lowers his sword, staring at the scared child in front of them

“It’s a Bird-kid!” buggy, never one to be at a loss for words, exclaims

They stare at the man for a few seconds, their eyes glancing at the familiar marks on his chin and grin, flying towards the man and crashing into him

“Grandpa!”

The boys give the man a side eye from where they stand

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know this kid!” he exclaims, looking down at the child who was now holding onto him and hugging him

“Kid, I think you got the wrong person…”

“No! You are Grandpa Ray!”

“How do you know my name,” he says slowly, looking at the child hugging him

“Because you’re grandpa!” They cry

“How old do you think I am, kid.” he frowns at the child clinging to him

At those words, the child pauses, taking a closer look at the man before him; it was their grandfather, that was for certain; the scar and the markings were unmistakable, not to mention the powerful aura their grandfather carried.

But the closer Dokucha looked, the more they noticed something was not okay; the silver-white long hair was now short golden yellow locks. The markings that characterized him, although there, rather than framed by his beard they, were now inked on his chin, the beard nowhere to be seen. And his face that was before marked by time was now much younger

“Um, Granpa Ray…. This joke is not funny. Why do you look so different?” They said, poking the man’s cheek, trying to find their ‘disguise.’

“Wait, wait, you actually think I’m your grandpa?” he asked in disbelief

“Who put this idea in your head?” he asked before letting out a slight chuckle

“Shanks, Buggy, is this your doing?”

“Hah? I didn’t do anything!”

“Not me either.”

Dokucha turns their head at the mention of their names, glancing down at the two teens

“Uncle Shanks? Uncle Buggy?”

The two looked a bit surprised; how did this kid know their names

“Uh, yeah,” Shanks said nervously

“How do you know who we are?”

“Umm, what year is it?”

The two exchange glances before looking back at the little kid in front of them; it was an odd question

“It’s… 1486.” the teen with the hat said

“Uh oh”

The two look at each other again a, very concerned looks on their faces

“W-what do you mean, uh oh?”

“W-Well, Grandpa Ray said it was 1522.”

Dokucha now had found themselves on Crocus's lap, the latter performing a quick examination on the latest visitor of the Oro Jackson

“I'm okay, Uncle Crocus,” they said, inching back at the cold feeling of the stethoscope

“Are you sure?” He asks, repositioning the stethoscope

“Your wings seem fine, no broken feathers or anything embedded in them, no lacerations or damaged blood vessels.”

“No fever, Heartrate is good, breathing is good, the pulse is normal.. they’re good,” he said, giving the rest of the crew his approval as he put his tools away

“Yay! I'm free!” They said hoping off and flying off

“Not so fast, Sweet thing!” laughs Roger, effortlessly picking up Dokucha

“Awe”

“So, what brought you here?” Roger said while carrying Dokucha in his arms

“A barrel did,” Dokucha responded

“You got yourself trapped in a barrel?” Cuts in Buggy

“Yeah, I couldn’t get back out because of my wings.”

Shank lets out a slight snicker at that

“Hey! It’s not funny!” Dokucha exclaims with a pout

“It’s quite funny, you got yourself trapped in a barrel,” Shanks said, snickering harder

“Haha, yeah, it’s quite funny.” Buggy joins, laughing along with Shanks

“Fight me!” They said, lunging at them

Roger lets out a belly laugh, holding back Dokucha

“There, There”

“They’re being mean, Uncle Roger!”

“I think they’ve only teased you lightly; they haven’t really been mean per se,” he responded, patting Dokucha’s arm

“Your future self sure raised a wild one, Rayleigh.”

Rayleigh rolls his eyes, walking closer to his Captain and plucking Dokucha from his lap

“Grandpa Ray!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re back to Grandpa Ray now?”

He chuckled, patting the kid on the head

“Grandpa Ray looked so handsome when he was young,” the child exclaimed, moving Rayleigh’s head around and inspecting the younger version

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment now and an insult in the future…”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa Ray looks handsome as he is now, too; he got to be with grandma after all,” they said, giving the man a thumbs up

Rayleigh rolls his eyes at this

“You’re something else, kid

“Now-Grandpa Ray says the same!” They chirp

playing around with his sweatband

“I'm sure he does,” he stated, putting the sweatband over their wrist

Dokucha smiles at this, glancing at the new addition and, sliding down his arms and walking to the two teenagers

They observe them for a while until a pout comes on their face

Shanks just stares at the kids as they pout

“What? Is something wrong?” he asks

“I wish I had gone back farther… I'm still shorter than Uncle Shanks and Uncle Buggy.”

Shanks chuckles a little before giving a small pat on Dokucha’s head.

“It’s alright, kid. You’ll catch up to us soon.” Shanks’s voice is kind and reassuring

Buggy just giggles at the situation

“No, I won’t; when I'm as tall as you are now, you’ll be all grown up, just like you are in my time! And then I ‘ll still be smaller.”

“Why do you wanna be tall like us anyways?” asks Shanks with a raised eyebrow.

They shrug

“to make fun of you.”

Buggy lets out a hearty laugh

“That’s the most honest reason anyone could give.”

Shanks snorts at this and lets out a laugh of his own

“I know”

“You are something,” said Shanks

“A lil brat,” says Buggy

They gasp,

“Says the red nose!”

Buggy’s eyes light up with pure rage.

“What did you say, bird-brat?” he growls

They stick their tongue out of them and running of between Rayleigh and Roger, who just observed the situation amusedly

“Are you going to let a little kid get to you, Buggy?” Rayleigh chuckles with a raised brow as he watches Buggy’s rage get the best of him

“Dokucha!” He growls

“Come and get me then!”

Buggy shoots off like a bullet, lunging for the small child

“Come here Dokucha!”

The kid laughs and giggles as Buggy tries to snag them.

Roger chuckles at this scene, watching the two

“Dokucha!”

Dokucha looks around as Buggy’s voice soon begins to shift, becoming echoey and distant, changing into two familiar voices

“Dokucha!”

Dokusha blinked their eyes open, looking around and finding themselves in their room, Their grandfather and grandmother glancing down at them

“Good morning,” smiles Shakky, puffing out a wisp of smoke

“Geez kid, that was one heavy dream you were having,” Laughs Rayleigh

“Grandma, Grandpa?”

“Look like you’re still half-asleep. I'm going to get breakfast going,” Shakky says as she leaves the room

“What did you dream about?” asks Rayleigh, lifting the child from the bed.

“…”

“Still asleep? Hmm? Say, Dokucha, when did you get that sweatband?”

“Huh.” they look down, confused, only to look at their wrist and spot the familiar red and white wristband, a grin growing on their face as they realize what it meant

“Someone gave it to me!”

“Huh... I used to have one just like it; it brings me back.”

“Hey, Grandpa?”

“Yeah?”

“You looked really handsome when young. I can see how you got with grandma.”

“Hah?!”

Here we go thoughts? It’s not kicking your legs type but hopefully you got a chuckle, I will start working on the other one’s now 👀

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henrioo · 11 months

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✦ ── ANYTHING FOR YOU: SHANKS

Part one — Parte two

Child! Shanks x Child! Reader ( x platonic! Edward Newgate)

Synopsis: "A confusing encounter with a red-haired child ends up changing his day completely."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,6k

Notes: Pronouns should be neutral but because of automatic translation they are masculine, I'm sorry, it was written with a neutral reader in mind. Forgive the bad English too, Google is not one of the best

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Today would definitely be your day! After weeks of trying to convince your brothers and especially your father, you had managed to get permission to take a tour all alone around the next island the ship stopped. It might seem silly, but living surrounded by men who saw danger in everything made your freedom being compared to one of a bird in a cage. Of course, you were more than grateful for all the effort they put into protecting you, but sometimes you just wanted to run around and play with other kids instead of being followed by famous pirates who scared anyone who came near.

That's why you couldn't hold back the anxiety of finally being able to live a little adventure completely alone! You've prepared very well, choosing fresh clothes that won't get in the way of playing or running, took a purse with a generous amount of money that you collected according to the days and choose the best and most resistant shoes! Everything was perfect, you couldn't even swallow your food during lunch. You were so busy, as soon as the meal was over, you said goodbye to everyone and ran towards the port, excited to explore the place.

Even if walking around and spending money on silly things wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world, just being able to experience all those new things by yourself and maybe even make a few friends was enough to get you excited. There weren't many young people in Whitebeard's crew, you ended up being the only child and the youngest member which left you a bit alone. Of course no one refused to play with you, Marco and Thatch would spend hours distracting you if that made you happy, the point was that they were adults and eventually needed to take care of their responsibilities, leaving you alone.

Your plan was to buy some candy and maybe find some kids your age to play with, you couldn't wait to get some attention from people who would also like to play. You walked carefree through the big city market, there were countless merchants, mothers, workers, all walking around in their own worlds and duties. You'd eventually stop and look at the fruit, jewelry, or anything else that looked like fun, but you weren't focused on shopping. You were humming absently around, not really caring about your surroundings when you started to hear footsteps approaching.

When you turned around to try to figure out what was going on it was too late, a person collided directly with you but before he could knock you to the ground, he pulled you by the arm away from the main road. You were dragged into an alley and soon a hand covered your mouth, when you regained your senses you could hear more and more footsteps approaching, a crowd running! You frowned in confusion as you listened to what people were saying. "Are you sure you lost them?" You tried to peek down the alley and you could guess they were sailors by their blue and white outfit. "Shit, those little brats! I can't believe they robbed us…" they argued among themselves "Let's keep looking, they can't have gone far".

So when the men walked away you decided to pay attention to the situation you were in. You looked to see who your captors were and came across two… children? The boy holding you had blue hair and a huge red nose, he was holding your mouth while his face had a terrified expression. Next to him was a boy with red hair and a nice hat, he was carrying what looked like a bag of coins and he also looked extremely nervous about being chased. Whoever they were, you knew they'd robbed the sailors, but that didn't mean they weren't a risk to you.

When you were sure the sailors were gone you used all your strength to step on the boy's foot and then bite his hand. You might be small but you weren't harmless, growing up with powerful pirates had taught you a trick or two.

"Ouch! You bit me!" The boy screamed as he held his own hand.

The redhead finally seemed to notice that they'd dragged someone else into the mess and looked at you confused.

"You kidnapped me!" You countered by crossing your arms.

"You kidnapped them?!" The redhead exclaimed looking at his friend in shock.

"They were in the way!" The other tried to defend himself "And you bit me! I was about to let you go!" He was still angry but you didn't care.

"Think before you kidnap me! You're lucky I only bit you, if I told my brothers they would do a lot worse!" You exclaimed proudly of your family.

"Sure, like I'm going to believe a snotty brat" the blue haired one rolled his eyes.

"You called me what?!" You exclaimed with fury as your cheeks burned.

"Snotty brat" he said again with a smirk, looking satisfied with having turned the tables.

The problem was that the boy had underestimated you, one thing you definitely lacked was patience. You learned very early that you shouldn't tolerate offenses against yourself or your family, so you let anger win that fight. You quickly punched the blue-haired boy in the middle of the face, the one who fell on his butt with a scream.

"Buggy!" The red-haired friend screamed and went to help him.

"I'm not snotty!" You said stomping your foot on the floor.

The red-haired boy looked between you and the companion, his gaze showing shock and… fascination? He looked at you like you were a bedtime story hero, someone amazing and you couldn't understand. Shouldn't he be angry? You had just hit his colleague and he seemed fascinated by it?

"Wow…" he exclaimed looking you up and down.

"Humpf! Idiot" you said without patience and then you turned to leave the alley "You're lucky I won't tell my brothers, Marco would finish you off" you said and then left the place ignoring the red haired boy who kept calling you .

You were nervous and frustrated that visit to the city had not gone as you planned, so you decided to go back to the ship earlier. Luckily you would stay a few days in that place, there would be other opportunities to explore and meet kind and fun children, no more children who irritated you. It wasn't long after returning to shore that the crew set up a small camp to store the new supplies while the ship was refueled. There, you found Marco fiddling with some papers and further away you could see his father giving orders to some other members.

You sat with a sulky face while eating a candy you bought in town, Marco looked at you curiously and approached with a characteristic smile.

"What's wrong birdie-yoi?" He smiled and sat down next to you.

"I… I met some annoying kids" you decided it was better to omit what had happened, as much as you wanted revenge, you understood that the confusion had been a misunderstanding and you didn't want your siblings worrying about something so silly.

"Wasn't that fun?" He nodded when he saw you deny it. "Don't worry, you can still meet other kids in the next few days" he smiled trying to calm you down "And if nobody wants to play with you, let's get Visa and Jozu and have a tea party, how about that?" He offered, knowing you were always happiest spending time with your brothers.

"Promise?" You looked at him sullenly.

"On my honor" he smiled as he saw you clearly getting more excited about the idea.

After a little chat, Marco had to get back to work and you decided not to bother him anymore. So to distract yourself until dinner time you decided to walk along the nearby beach and look for some shells to collect, you were still thinking about the boys from before, especially the redhead. He was looking at you with so much emotion that you couldn't help but feel your stomach churning, no one had ever looked at you like that… It was so weird and it made you so confused, what was that? Some noises in the nearby forest caught your attention, being curious that you were, so it didn't take long to approach and look for who was there.

"It 's you!" You said in recognition of seeing the red hair from before.

"Shhhh!" He asked for silence and you covered your mouth, looking around for any threat "Are your brothers here?" he asked quietly.

"They're over there…" you pointed into the distance and he seemed to agree silently "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you again" he admitted looking at the floor, his cheeks were slightly pink and you felt your body getting warm.

"Why?" You asked timidly.

"Because your punch was super cool!" His eyes sparkled "You hit Buggy right on!"

"Is he not your friend?" You asked confused.

"He is… But you were just defending yourself! He shouldn't have called you snotty… You're not snotty, you're too cute to be!" He confidently admitted.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Your cheeks were now on fire.

"I do…" he smiled shyly "I'm Shanks, what's your name?" He approached.

"(Y/n)" you smiled.

"Cool, I didn't know Whitebeard had someone in the crew with my age"

"How do you know I’m in the Whitebeard’s crew?”

"You said you had a brother named Marco, I know him! And my captain said Whitebeard was in town, so that had to be it," he said with pride in his little investigation.

"Your captain? Are you a pirate too?" You were curious now.

"Yes! I'm from the Roger Pirates!" he exclaimed with pride.

That's when your face became sad... You had heard about this crew countless times, all your life you grew up hearing that they were your father's main enemies and that you could not, under any circumstances, approach them.

"I shouldn't be talking to you!" You finally realized and tried to run, but Shanks was quick and grabbed you.

"Wait! Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He begged as he held her wrist gently but firmly.

"How can I trust you? You kidnapped me this morning! And we are sworn enemies!" You snorted.

"But I don't want to be your enemy…"

"You don't?" You let your emotions get the best of you.

"No… I… I want to be your boyfriend!" He declared with fire in his eyes.

"Boyfriend!?" You stuttered in shock, your face was hot and probably red, your eyes were wide in shock.

"Yes! You're super strong and cute!" He said without a care and then let go of your hand "Unless you didn't like me…"

"No! I did like you…!" You admitted with embarrassment "But… I never had a boyfriend… What do they do?"

"They… They" he stammered in embarrassment "They hold hands… Kiss on the cheek and go on dates!" He said with embarrassment.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with as much embarrassment as he was. You thought about holding Shanks hands and your stomach started to turn, it would also be really cool to be able to play with him.

"It's cool, isn't it? We can be sweethearts!" He tried to convince you.

"(Y/n)?! Where are you? It's getting dark and we should go back to the ship" You heard your father's voice approaching.

"Shanks?! Where are you?!" Another unknown voice came from the middle of the forest.

Before you could run away the fearsome encounter took place, behind you was your father and behind Shanks must have been the much talked about Roger, his captain. You both widened your eyes in terror when you realized what was happening, but you didn't dare open your mouth to try to explain.

"Roger"

"Newgate"

"Can you explain why your brat is talking to my child?" He quickly put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back.

"Good question, what's up Shanks? Did you come here to talk to the old man?" The captain chuckled, he didn't seem to be mad at Shanks at all.

"I… Well…" the boy mumbled incoherently with embarrassment.

"Did he do something to you?" Your father asked, looking at you calmly, he didn't seem mad at you at all, which calmed you down a bit.

"No…" you mumbled shyly and grabbed his leg.

"Hm, maybe they just met and had a chat" Roger theorized "Or are they secretly flirting, huh Shanks? You naughty, came for the riskiest one" the man teased.

"Don't talk nonsense Roger, (y/n) can't date you, brat" His father said as if that was nonsense.

"I can't?" You asked with some sadness in your voice.

"They can’t?" It was Shanks's turn to look sadly at his captain.

The two men stared at each other in shock, they seemed to slowly understand what was going on between the two of you.

"Don't tell me… Did you like this piece of junk?" your father asked in shock and nervousness.

"Hey! No need to offend other people's children!" Roger defended "Shanks isn't that bad… He's just… He" the man shrugged.

"Like you understand" Edward rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we were young once!" Roger laughed "Let the kids date and have some fun, nothing bad will come of it"

"No" Edward gave the final verdict, but when he felt you pulling his pants and making your huge lost puppy eyes with tears threatening to fall he started to rethink the idea "(y/n)..."

"Please?" You asked "I promise I'll help more often in the kitchen if you let me..." you tried to bargain, you liked Shanks, you didn't want to be banned from dating him, even if you didn't know exactly what boyfriends did.

"Heavens… Who knew having kids would be like this…" He sighed tiredly "You guys can date" Shanks smiled "With some conditions!"

"Conditions? That's not fair!" He huffed angrily.

"Calm down little one, he's the father, he has the right to decide that, you have to earn trust and permission" Roger said quickly, Shanks seemed more resigned.

"First you need to grow up a bit, I can step on you now and I won't let such a small and young brat date my child!" he said quickly.

"Uhum!" The redhead's eyes sparkled.

"Second, you need to be strong! I will not tolerate a weakling having my child as a partner, you need to be able to face me without fear to have their hand"

"Yes! I'm going to be really strong!" He smiled looking at you and you looked away shyly.

"And finally, when you have those two things, the most important one" Shanks listened attentively "You need their acceptance" your father put his hand on your head "If you have both requirements and my child still loves you then I won't be the one going to stop you" he chuckled.

You smiled happily as you looked at Shanks who also looked confident.

"You'll see old man! I'm going to marry them!" He proclaimed with pride.

Roger just laughed praising his apprentice while your father looked frustrated and stroked your hair. You smiled thinking about how cool it would be to have Shanks as your boyfriend, you really didn't see the time to be able to be with him.

Continue...

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Notes: I hope you enjoyed! There will be a part two showing what happened to them as adults, if you can leave what you think it will motivate me a lot because I'm new here! If you want to ask for something feel free! I'll make the best imagines I can, thanks for the support and see you soon

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aimbutmiss · 2 months

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Shanks woke up way too early that day, having barely slept from excitement. He was practically bouncing on his bed as he waited for his cabinmate to wake up, but Buggy was pretty much out cold. His patience was running thin as he watched his friend breath in and out in his state of deep sleep. What did Buggy get him as a gift, he wondered. He did disappear for a bit at the last island they stopped by... Just thinking about it made him giddy.

Buggy finally stirred out of sleep, yawning as he stretched his arms. Shanks immediately jumped on him, not able to control his excitement.

"Good morning, Bugs!"

Buggy rubbed his eyes groggily. "You're too loud so damn early..."

"It's not early at all! And sorry, heh." Shanks finally lowered his voice. He waited for his friend to say something, but he just pushed him away and got up.

"You stink." was all Buggy said as he made his way to the bathroom.

So, no immediate birthday wishes. That was fine. Buggy was never a morning person, and he was still sleepy and grumpy. He'd come to after washing his face.

Except, he didn't. No one else did either. It was like any regular day on the ship, and no one wished him a happy birthday.

Shanks went on his day like usual, doing his chores except with a big frown. He tried peppering in hints about the special occasion in his conversations, but no one seemed to pick up on it. As the day went on, his sadness grew and grew. Did no one care about him enough to remember his birthday? He was turning 14, yet all the excitement of it died in him. Roger cared every year to throw parties for him and Buggy, why would he suddenly forget? It didn't make any sense. And even if no one remembered, he always believed Buggy would. But here he was, going about his day like usual and ignoring him.

Shanks had never felt so unwanted and unloved before.

Towards the evening, Rayleigh came into the cellar as Shanks was cleaning up. He made a move to leave but Rayleigh halted him with a touch.

"You can't leave yet. I have something to tell you."

Shanks' eyes grew bigger and he bit his lips in excitement. This was it! Of course, Rayleigh would remember. The man loved to act tough but he was a big softie on the inside.

"You missed a spot. Mop it better."

...

"Okay..."

Shanks felt tears sting in his eyes as he turned around to mop the floor. The sound of Rayleigh's steps as he went up the stairs blurred in the background. Maybe he had always been a stupid chore boy to them. No one cared. And maybe, Buggy really meant it when he said he was a bother... He sniffled as the wet mop dragged on the wooden surface.

He wanted to run away, but he had no where to go to in the middle of the ocean. God, he hated this. He really didn't want to pity himself, but the tears weren't stopping. He heard footsteps and turned around to see Buggy at the entrance.

"Oi, idiot-" He stopped when he saw Shanks' teary face. "What's wrong?"

Shanks angrily wiped away his tears and turned away to hide his face. "It's nothing. Just leave me alone."

"Don't give me that, you asshole!" Buggy stomped over angrily and... held his face? He gently wiped away the tears with a swipe of his thumb.

"What are you doing?" Shanks asked between sniffles.

"Giving you time to cool off, so you don't embarrass yourself when we go up."

Shanks' brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone's waiting for you, so just calm down and breathe. You wouldn't want them to know you were crying, right?"

Shanks took a second to do as his better half said, still not quite understanding but feeling better with Buggy by his side. Once his face was less red and the teartracks were nowhere to be seen, Buggy held his hand and led him up the stairs. A big commotion happened when they emerged from the door.

"SURPRISEEEE!!!"

Shanks looked around in confusion, the sound of confetti popping startling him. There was a big, red cake in the middle of the deck with everyone huddled around it. The huge banner hung between the polls read "Happy Birthday Shanks!"

Roger made his way over to Shanks and gave him a big, squeezing hug. "My boy's a man now! Can't believe you've grown this much. 14, huh? How time flies."

He pulled away with a smile but it dropped immediately once he realised the boy in his arms was crying. "What's wrong, boy?!"

Rayleigh watched the panicked captain with a pained expression, sighing with crossed arms. "I don't think the surprise party was a clever idea like you thought, Captain."

After the misunderstanding was cleared, the party commenced in full speed. Music was playing, gifts were being exchanged, Shanks even got to blow the candles and make a wish. He wished for the same thing he did every year, looking over at Buggy and closing his eyes before blowing out the flame.

Later down the evening, Buggy approached Shanks, who was shoving cake in his mouth like his life depended on it.

"I can't believe you cried again after I tried so hard to not embarrass you."

Shanks turned to Buggy with a smile and frosting covering his face. "I don't care about that! I was just so relieved... I really thought you had forgotten."

Buggy shook his head. "As if I ever could, you dumbass."

He pushed a small, red box into his hands. Shanks eagerly opened it to find a small friendship bracelet, matching the one his friend was wearing. He immediately put it on with a smile. "Thank you, Buggy!"

Buggy rubbed his nape as red spread across his cheeks. "It's nothing big, but a lot of my budget went into the other thing so I didn't have many options..."

"Other thing?"

Buggy motioned to the box again, which was empty except for a piece of paper. Shanks turned to him in confusion.

"It's my Vivre Card."

Shanks stared at him in pure surprise, his eyes widened like saucers. "Seriously?!"

"Yes, seriously." Buggy smiled shyly. "I still can't believe you genuinely thought I forgot... I'll never leave you alone, especially not on your birthday. And if I do, you can always find me with this."

Shanks got teary eyed once again, staring at his friend with vulnerable eyes. "Really, never? You promise?"

"Oh my God, don't you dare cry again!" Buggy yelled, but didn't waste one more second to reply. "I promise."

It had been 25 years since then. Now Shanks, age 39, sat alone in a corner of his ship, somehow having managed to ran away from the party his crew threw for him. He stared at the Vivre Card on his palm, motioning somewhere far into the horizon, wondering where his friend was and how he was doing.

Never, huh...

Oh, how he wished Buggy had kept his promise, and he didn't lack the guts to follow him.

Maybe next year, he thought to himself, like he did year after year.

#happy birthday shanks!! my gift to you is... trauma and angst!!#what can i say it's my love language #sorry not sorry #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #gol d roger #roger pirates #silvers rayleigh

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✤ [ns.fw] moaning out the wrong name during sex ↳ w/ Rayleigh, Roger, Garp & Kaido (gn!reader)

a/n: a lil reupload! reading this again reminded me that this was one of the very first pieces i practiced writing genderneutral smut on. a fun reminder to try that again more often this year, especially for smaller drabbles like these. also this was a really, really fun prompt with some of my fav dilfs & gilfs, hehe...

contains: ns.fw under the cut, gn!reader (no pronouns used, no descriptive words for genitalia, open to interpretation which kind of hole gets penetrated), penetration, dirty talk, rough sex, cum play, oral (reader receiving), babygirlification of Kaido ehehe

word count: 1.7k

❦ 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

You were so close.

One hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other buried in Rayleigh’s long blonde hair as he sucked and circled the aching arousal between your thighs without getting tired. His tongue flickers over your bundle of nerves, sending flashes of lust and pleasure throughout your whole body, your raspy moans bouncing off the walls of your cabin. You feel him smiling against your sex, visibly enjoying your reaction and offering you another finger for extra pleasure; you react by pulling him closer by his hair against the dripping mess that he had caused. He’s been down there for at least half an hour without showing any signs of exhaustion…

“Fuck…. fuck—”, you whimper, your walls clenching around him with each of his thrusts. “Harder, I’m almost there, harder… Roger–”

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping, a sweet release tickling throughout your whole body. Finally. You sigh in relief and in satisfaction, still rolling on a high from the rush of endorphins flooding your body. This had been much needed. Your legs over Rayleigh’s shoulder are still shaking when he looks up again, a sly smile on his glistening lips as he adjusts his glasses with sticky fingers.

“You just called out Roger’s name instead of mine.” – “And? You did the same last week.”

You pull him up by his hair to your face, leaning in for a kiss that tasted just like you, the both of you chuckling softly. Yes, you were head over heels in love with each other. Yes, both of you still couldn’t get your captain out of your head while fucking, so what…? Rayleigh pins you down on the desk, his length lined up at your entrance, ready to glide in, when you hear a knock and a familiar voice at the door.

“You called me?"

❦ 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

Roger’s cock was buried fully inside of you, he was fucking you deep and slow from behind while spooning you. It was almost romantic if only he didn’t whisper all those dirty things in your ear, making you twitch around his throbbing cock. His fingers of one hand were circling your hard nipples, teasing them fondly and sending waves of lust through your body, while his other fingers were slipping between your lips, making you suck on them.

You were desperate for him to speed up his pace, to pound you into the mattress and fuck you through all of your orgasms like he always did, often laughing out loud from pleasure. You knew you had to beg for it or else he had the stamina to fuck you slowly like that for three days straight.

“Fuck me harder, please”, you whine, arching your back more to feel him deeper than he already was. Roger chuckles and admires the view of his cock sliding in and out of your core, glistening from all the lube he used for you to be able to take him. “Fill me up, fuck me hard, please, please...”

He gives your ass one good spank, another when he hears your sweet moans muffled into the pillow. He was teasing you, speeding up his pace for the heat of a second, pounding you from behind, only to pull you closer to him and hold still while your walls around him clench like crazy. You were about to lose your mind, your hips drawing circles in his lap just to get some kind of friction.

“Please, Rayleigh, fuck me, please…”, you beg, your hands gripping the sheets. Roger laughs out loud suddenly. What’s so funny? If that was supposed to be degrading, it made you more… confused?

“You did it again”, he snickers, kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I know for a fact that Rayleigh gives good cock, but can he also do this?”

Roger flips you around on your stomach, spreading your cheeks wide as he shoves himself so deep inside of you that his balls slap against your throbbing core. You gasp in surprise and let out a chuckle, startled but also very turned on by his sudden movements. The lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filled the whole room as he fucks you until sunrise, showing you how good a captain’s cock really is…

❦ 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐨

You were bouncing up and down on Kaido’s cock as you straddle him, facing his legs. He was obedient to you, letting you use him as a fuck toy to your own likening; only occasionally he would pull you deeper by your hips onto his cock, when he was feeling extra needy, when your insides melted his length until his thick load was dripping from your core, running down your inner thighs.

Knowing he could smash your skull if he wanted to only gave it some extra thrill; though he would never. Who else would ride him like that, fearless and with such stamina that he was begging for release while you were edging on your second orgasm already?

His hands were holding onto your legs, as if he wanted to make sure you don’t crawl away from his cock, his big fingers digging into your flesh as you grinded on him, crying out in pleasure, crying out his name.

Or so you thought.

Just when you are about to cum, he lets go of your legs, folding his massive arms in front of his chest. Pouting. You spin around to look over your shoulder, worried you might have hurt him, which you did but in another way than expected.

“Babygirl, what’s the matter?”, you ask with worry in your voice, sliding off him to crawl up on his chest, your fingers drawing small circles on his tattooed skin. He didn’t look you in the eyes, moreover it seemed like he was about to shed a tear? He hadn’t drank that much tonight so it couldn’t possibly be a phase and usually he only cried after he came.

“If you’re thinking about someone else during sex, that’s fine, maybe just don’t tell me…”, he glowered, visibly hurt. It takes you a second to understand what he meant, your brain still foggy from the high you just were about to reach.

Oh.

You take his face between your hands, plastering it with kisses in apology. You can feel his features soften under your touch, but he still tries to act offended. Only when you gently brush his cheek and kiss him from his temples down to his neck he would prop himself up on his underarms, looking you in the eyes. You twirl his long hair between your fingers.

“You know you’re my one and only babygirl, right?”, you ask, letting a finger run down his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “No one compares to you.”

He grumpily pulls you in for a kiss. You knew he could never be mad at you for too long. And now that you soothed him a little, that babygirl was about to show you what that mouth can do…

❦ 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐩

Garp’s hands were all over your body. One second they were fondling your nipples, the next they explored all of your holes, leaving you panting and gasping in his open mouth, begging him to finally make you cum.

You were straddling him in his big office chair, your arms wrapped around his neck as grinded on his throbbing cock over his pants, feeling him growing underneath your greedy movements. Your fingers claw into his bare chest under his unbuttoned shirt, leaving soft red trails on his skin; his smile widening every time you trembled and whined.

He visibly enjoyed turning you into a whole mess in his lap, admiring you every so often when he offers you his fingers to lower yourself onto, curling them up to rub that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you melt and beg. You craved his cock, but sure, skilled fingers like that were a start, too.

You almost sigh in relief when he allows you to unwrap his cock with shaking hands, his fingers pumping still inside of you. You spit in your hands and caress his tip, one hand of yours was not enough to wrap around it fully. The precum leaking was a nice touch to it, making you admire his cock as if it was a piece of art. You doubted that you were able to take him in fully, but you never shied away from a challenge and this sure was about to become one…

“Now, now…”, he mutters when he watches you grinding on his cock in lust and awe. “Let me help you with that.” He reaches for the bottom drawer and pulls out a tube of lube, spreading it over his length with a few hard pumps to make sure it was hard and wet enough for you to take him all in. When he stretches your tight entrance little by little, you can’t help but gasp, your fingers clenching his shirt as he slowly guides you all the way down.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Sengoku…”, you moan, panting heavily against his chest. You didn’t dare to move, the sensation of being filled up by him was almost enough to push you over the edge. Only when you hear him laugh out loud, you rewind the last three seconds, realizing… you made a mistake. “Shit. Fuck. Garp. Listen, I’m–”

Garp shuts you up with a deep kiss and grabs you by the hips as he starts thrusting inside of you. Was he not mad? Why was he laughing that mischievously? You couldn’t think clearly at all with his cock stirring up your insides and his body heat melting you under his touch. Only when he leans over to his desk, his cock still buried deep inside of you, and as he starts reaching for the Den Den Mushi, it dawns on you what he was about to do…

“Try to stay quiet for me, can you do that?”, he asks, his voice hot and raspy against your ear as he dials the number he knows by heart. Your walls start clenching around him, begging for a sweet release, already sensing what was about to happen.

“Sengoku? It’s me…”

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The Light and The Dark

Chapter 02. First

You are just a girl playing alone, but you are kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to another place. There you met Ria, your boss and the person who takes care of you like a sister.

You negotiate terms with Ria, as long as the money is raised you will be free. The prerequisite is to work in Ria's bar. One day, due to a storm, you met the four main members of the Roger Pirates.

Captain Gol D Roger is a brave and mighty but a bit childish man. Dark King Silvers Rayleigh is mature, steady and talkative. There are also two kids, Shanks and Buggy, who always love to fight.

When you were kidnapped again, you were rescued by the Roger Pirates. Roger knows that your dream is to adventure and is very motivated him to invite you. The end, Ria frees you to follow them on an adventure to explore the mysteries of the world.

Now you are one of the members of the Roger Pirates and the only female.

Morning on Roger's pirate ship

Your first day on the ship makes you dizzy because keeps rocking while you sleep. You underestimated the beginning of the adventure, you just haven't spit it out yet.

You drank a few glasses of wine last night but didn't sleep well. When you woke up in the morning, you were still very sleepy and yawned several times.

You wake up, change your clothes, grab a toothbrush get ready to brush your teeth. Suddenly want to urinate, remember Shanks said that the toilet is shared, you are a little anxious but go in cautiously.

You walked into the toilet but didn't notice that several crew members were standing to urinate, you walked in and closed the door sat on the toilet to urinate.

The crew members were amused to see you awake and confused, they started chatting, you didn't pay attention. Rayleigh came into the toilet wanted to relieve himself. The crew members said hello to him and left.

At this time, Rayleigh has no idea that you are also in the toilet. When he unzipped his pants and prepared to free himself, you opened the door walked out. Rayleigh was startled by the sound of the door opening and looked back to see that it was you.

"Y/N!?" Rayleigh was a little embarrassed and startled by you.

"Good morning~ I'm going to brush my teeth...bye." You left the toilet in a daze.

"Fuck..." You left Rayleigh alone in the toilet, embarrassed.

You didn't sleep well last night, you are confused now. You walked past Scopper who was on his way to the toilet. He said hello to you and you responded politely before walking away.

"Why are you just standing there?" Scopper opened the toilet door and saw Rayleigh standing still.

"Nothing..." Rayleigh said awkwardly, remembering the scene just now.

"I'll tell you something funny. I just met Y/N. She was swaying when walking. I thought she had a few glasses of wine in the morning." Scopper laughed out loud while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Indeed...it's a bit scary..." Rayleigh said softly.

"Huh?" Scopper looked at Rayleigh confused.

You see Buggy peeing into the ocean, Shanks next to him getting ready to prank him. You were just thinking about the children having fun, so you walked behind them and made a little joke.

"Buggy, be careful of seagulls biting off your dick." You leave these words and walk away.

"Nani!" Buggy quickly pulled up his pants.

"Hahahahaha! I'm laughing so hard! Sister, you are so good at talking!" Shanks laughed beside him.

You brush your teeth, wash your face, go back to your room, put your toothbrush in and comb your hair in front of the mirror. Shanks said that cleaning is a rotating duty, but you don’t know what you will be responsible for yet, you tie a ponytail to make it easier for you to wait for work.

After washing your face you wake up. Floating on the sea for a night, the sun outside is even brighter than indoors. The temperature is more unstable than expected, changing from hot to cold.

You go to the dining area to have some breakfast and Shanks waving to you. You approached him and saw Buggy hiding behind Shanks looking sneaky. You approached him to say hello.

"Buggy...what's wrong?" You squatted in front of him.

"Nothing..." Buggy said softly.

"Hahahaha! Sister, you are so good at talking!" Shanks laughed and praised you.

"Me?" You pointed at yourself and looked at Shanks with a blank expression.

"Buggy just urinated in front of the sea. I advised him many times not to do that. But because sister you said to be careful about seagulls biting off his dick! He ran to the toilet! I laughed to death!" Shanks laughed loudly and slapped the table.

"You speak so loudly!" Buggy and Shanks started to fight.

You accidentally and unconsciously hit Buggy's sore spot, you don't know what to do. Shanks repeated what you said and you covered your mouth to hold back laughter but it was so funny to think of you saying such things.

"Sister! Even you!" Buggy pulled you.

"I'm sorry, I really..." You are trying not to laugh.

"Laugh if you want, sister!" Shanks started to cheer.

Shanks kept laughing, you squatted in front of Buggy and clenched your fists to suppress your laughter. Roger and Rayleigh heard Shanks laughing during the conversation and came over to find out.

"I hear your laughter all morning, Shanks." Roger looked at Shanks.

"Roger! Rayleigh! They are bullying me!" Buggy ran to find Roger to complain.

"Bullying you?" Rayleigh looked at you and Shanks curiously.

"Actually, Buggy just urinated in the sea, sister told him be careful of his dick being bitten off by seagulls. Because of these words, Buggy went to the toilet obediently!" Shanks told Roger and Rayleigh with a smile.

"I'm sorry! Buggy! I didn't mean to!" You tell Buggy guiltily.

"Buggy, you really need to behave yourself. If you are really bitten by a seagull, I really can't save you." Rayleigh looked at Buggy and said seriously.

"Hahahaha! Go wild, Buggy!" Roger laughed.

"Noooo!" Buggy shouted.

You see that Buggy seems to be angry, you get close to him and poke him. He hiding behind Roger and ignoring you. His little kid's behavior is so cute.

"Buggy, I'm sorry. Make up with me, okay?" You reached out to hug him and comfort him.

"No! Even sister is making fun of me!" Buggy hid behind Roger and ignored you angrily.

"Hey, sister is right! And it's dangerous!" Shanks said standing next to you.

"Shanks...shhhh." You put your index finger in front of your lips to signal Shanks to stop talking.

"If sister wants to reconcile with you, just be good." Rayleigh told Buggy.

"Yeah! Everyone apologized." Roger told Buggy who was hiding behind.

"I don't want it!" Buggy shouted.

Buggy lose his temper to such an extent, you thought it was indeed funny but it hurt Buggy's self-esteem. It's normal for boys to be unrestrained, but you definitely seem to have really hurt him. You think about it and try talking to him.

"Buggy... just reconcile with me. Otherwise I will cry." You looked at Buggy pitifully.

"Cry?!" Buggy immediately ran to you from behind Roger.

"Are you willing to let me cry?" You asked Buggy pitifully.

Roger and Shanks watched you perform this act, they stood by and suppressed their laughter without interrupting the conversation between you and Buggy. Rayleigh is inexplicably cute when he sees you coaxing Buggy in this way.

"I don't want sister to cry! I will urinate in the toilet obediently from now on!" Buggy stood at attention and said seriously.

"Who is the good boy? Is it Buggy?" You said a little more naughtily.

"It's me! I'm a good boy!" Buggy said, holding your hand.

"Our Buggy is so good." You pat his head.

You calmed down Buggy who was having a bad temper in just a few moments. Roger and Shanks are so relieved to see you comforting Buggy. It's like a sister trying to calm her brother down.

Rayleigh stood by watched you and Buggy reconcile and even high-five and play together, which made him feel a little relieved. After all, although Buggy and Shanks are very good friends, they can be very difficult to control when they have a tantrum.

"Now that we've made up, would you like to have breakfast?" Rayleigh came over to you and asked.

"Yes! I'm going to eat a lot!" Buggy ran to get the food.

"Wait! Don't finish it alone!" Shanks chased after him.

"You two brats, get out of my way!" Roger followed excitedly.

"It's amazing you can handle those little guys completely." Rayleigh stood next to you and praised you.

"It's okay, I don't want him to be sad." You explained to him.

Rayleigh was deeply impressed by your actions. Your appearance for the first time let him know that no matter how bad the world is, there is still sunshine to illuminate it. You are that warm light that brings warmth and peace of mind to everyone in the dark.

"Rayleigh?" You approached him because he just stared at you and stood still.

"I was distracted. Sorry. Let's go and have breakfast." Rayleigh takes you to get breakfast.

You simply choose a few dishes and put them in a bowl. You find a seat to sit down and start eating. You see Shanks and Buggy sharing the same table with Roger. After Rayleigh sees you making your choice, he invites you to join him.

You sitting at the table next to Roger with Rayleigh, you see those two kids quarreling and fighting all the way through the meal. Roger didn't stop them because he was used to the two of them fighting.

"Did you sleep well?" Rayleigh asked you and drink a cup of coffee.

"I haven't gotten used to it yet. The ship is moving, and rocking when I sleep." You looking at Rayleigh and said.

"Haha, you will get used to it if stay for a few more days. Every crew member has experienced this, including myself. I used to sleep on the floor, and my back hurt when I woke up. It's a good thing that you can sleep on the bed now, You just have to get used to the waves of the sea." Rayleigh tells you his experience.

"I understand. Thanks for telling me." You listened to what he said before starting to eat.

"There's something I want to ask you." Rayleigh suddenly whispered seriously.

"Yes." You focused on what he was going to say.

"Did you see anything when you went to the toilet this morning?" Rayleigh asked this question, and you looked confused.

"Toilet. What's wrong?" You said calmly and then asked him again.

"It's okay. I'm just curious. Let's eat." Rayleigh took the tableware started eating breakfast.

The question Rayleigh asked seemed strange to you, you tried to remember what had just seen in the toilet. You remember a few crew members taking a piss, you walk in and close the door. After you came out, you saw him and said hello to him. At that time, he was taking off his zipper...

You remember that Rayleigh is also going to the toilet! You shyly covered your mouth with your hands looked at him. Not sure whether he should be embarrassed or shy, he guessed from your reaction that you remembered, he tapped the table lightly with his hand.

"I don't mind... we're even?" Rayleigh looked at you with a smile.

"I never thought we could even out over something like this." You laughed.

"Let's take care of each other from now on." Rayleigh raised the cup with coffee.

"I'll trouble you then." You toasted with him and drank coffee.

The two of you did go through some funny and embarrassing things. You didn't quarrel, just calmly resolved the embarrassment and reconciled. Both of you made a mistake and accidentally saw that scene. You didn't avoid each other, but you both laughed.

First impression is that pirates are unreasonable. But after the Roger Pirates appeared, you met Rayleigh and felt that he was a nice person who gave you a sense of security and warmth.

You are obviously just a stranger, but he will lend a helping hand when you are in danger. You were glad didn't refuse the invitation. Now have become friends with him, and go on adventures with them.

After finish eating, you two leave and walk around on the ship together. A bird suddenly flew over to you with a newspaper in its mouth, handed it to you, and then flew away. You and Rayleigh sit down somewhere and start reading the newspaper.

"Ah..." You saw the contents of the newspaper.

"What's wrong?" Rayleigh turns to you.

"The human traffickers you defeated were arrested by Marine." You pointed to the report.

"They brought it upon themselves and now they have to pay the price." Rayleigh said.

"We are pirates, so Marine is our enemy." You asked curiously.

"Yes, but it's better to avoid conflict with them unless necessary." Rayleigh said calmly.

After listening to what Rayleigh said, you continue to read the newspaper. Roger Pirates' bounty is still the headline news. As Ria said, one of their heads is equal to the price of two houses.

When you turn to the next page, there is a special note saying that sea monsters have appeared in a certain sea and attacked several ships. The place you looked at in the newspaper is somewhat similar to your current location.

Rayleigh saw you reading an article for a long time, he looked closer to see the incident of a sea monster attacking ships. He realized something was wrong and immediately clenched his scabbard, his instinct telling him that he was in danger.

"Rayleigh?" You see Rayleigh holding his scabbard ready to draw his sword.

"It's okay, just in case. Just keep reading and don't pay attention to me." Rayleigh reassured you.

You look at the sea see something strange about the waves and the rocking of the ship. The birds flying in the sky are unusually chaotic and noisy. You closed the newspaper and stood up. Rayleigh held your hand tightly.

Suddenly the ship received a big impact and you started to lose your balance. Rayleigh immediately stood up and hugged you. You were shocked as to what could have caused the boat to rock so violently.

"Just hold on tight, I'll take care of it." Rayleigh said.

"Huh?" You looked confused.

Rayleigh took off his glasses and shirt reveal his figure, you were frightened by his strong body. Normally he only shows off his chest muscles, but he takes them off, can clearly see how powerful his body is.

You take a closer look can see that his figure is really amazing, it makes you feel embarrassed just by looking at him. At a glance, his figure makes you salivate. Much better and sexier than you'd imagine a tough guy would be.

After he revealed himself and drew sword, you quickly took his things. He jumped into the sea, you ran straight to see what was going on. You're worried about whether he's in danger if he suddenly jumps like this.

The ship is hit by something again. Hold on tight or you will fall. You see there is a big black shadow in the sea around the ship. It is the sea monster that the newspaper wrote about here.

"Rayleigh!" You didn't see Rayleigh after he jumped into the sea. You were worried and called his name to the sea.

The sea monster suddenly rushed out of the sea. The monster's body had been cut and bruised all over. The monster fell into the sea again, but this time it floated on the water, which meant it was dead.

"Huuu... so nimble. I almost couldn't catch up." Someone climbed onto the boat.

You quickly took two steps back saw Rayleigh climbing up standing in front of you. There was blood on his sword, there were cuts on the sea monster's body. It was he who defeated the sea monster.

"Rayleigh!" You ran to him worriedly.

"Hey, I scared you." Rayleigh cares about you gently.

"It really scared me! Suddenly you jumped into the sea! I didn't see you! I thought you were dead!" You yelled at him worriedly while holding his things.

"Oh oh oh... I'm sorry, I think that sea monster will damage the ship if it keeps ramming into it, so I'll jump in and deal with it first." Rayleigh hurriedly explained and comforted you.

"Really...are you hurt?" You care about him tenderly.

"No injuries. Thank you, I let you worry." Rayleigh was happy to hear that you cared about him.

You handed the thing back to him and he picked up the scabbard put the sword away. He put on his glasses took back his shirt. He was wet now, so he didn't put on his shirt.

"Rayleigh, why are you all wet?" Roger asked curiously.

"The sea monster just hit the ship and I went to deal with it." Rayleigh said.

"What the hell! Sea monster!" Shanks and Buggy ran to see the sea monster floating on the water.

"Why didn't you call me? You stole the spotlight!" Roger said with a smile.

"I can handle this. I'll go back to the room first and see you later." Rayleigh left.

"Rayleigh is strong." You admire his strength.

"Of course! He is the first member who has followed me till now." Roger said proudly.

"I see." You whispered.

"By the way, little girl, do you know how to read signs?" Roger looked at you and said with a smile.

"A sign?" You asked him back.

"When the ship was hit just now, your first reaction was not panic but look around." Roger noticed your actions.

"You've been watching." You said looking into Roger's eyes.

"Of course! At least I didn't make a mistake!" Roger laughed.

"Roger, where are you going now?" You asked curiously.

"That island in front! Let's find out if there are any treasures inside!" Roger pointed to the small island opposite.

You use a telescope to see what's on the island. You see an abandoned boat parked nearby, maybe someone has been here before. A stone statue standing upright and a cave entrance.

Rayleigh changed his clothes walked over to Roger saw that you were looking at the island on the opposite side with a telescope. He noticed you stamping your left foot, he touched your shoulder you immediately turned to look at him.

"What are you looking at so fascinated?" Rayleigh is curious about what you are looking at.

"Nothing, just looking the island." You pointed at the island.

A few hours later arrived at the island and the ship pulled over. Roger wants two people to explore the cave with him, Rayleigh must be the first. Born to be his right hand, Rayleigh must follow him.

"Little girl! You come too!" Roger pointed at you and asked you to go with them.

"Me!?" You stood up and ran excitedly.

"Watch the ship." Rayleigh told the other crew members.

Before entering the cave, you approach the stone statue with ancient characters carved on it. You can't write ancient characters but you take a pen and paper from bag roughly imitate its words and write them on the paper.

What you know is a text that was abolished long ago and no one uses it anymore. You have read your father's analysis in his notes and have some knowledge of ancient writing.

But the meaning is not clear, the ancient text is complicated because it has been abolished. So no one is familiar with these strange ancient texts anymore, and even history teachers don’t know this kind of thing.

You read the words on the paper and then look at the words on the stone statues and draw comparisons and conclusions, but you still don’t understand what they mean. What you can't figure out is why the words should be engraved in such a conspicuous place, why shouldn't it be better to hide them?

You reach out to touch the statue wonder if there is any secret hidden there. It is possible that such rare ancient characters are still engraved in such a conspicuous place to fool those ignorant people.

While groping, you stepped on a dented stone slab, a door opened under your feet and you fell in. After Roger and Rayleigh finished talking about things, they realized you were missing.

"Little girl! Where are you!" Roger noticed that you were missing.

"No trace." Rayleigh said calmly.

Fortunately, you fell into a tree and didn't fall directly to the ground. You climb down the tree slowly, otherwise must have broken a few bones. Your foot was scratched by a branch but it didn't affect your movement.

You light the torch look at the scene around. You looked up and saw that the door had been closed. If Rayleigh and Roger hadn't discovered this mechanism, you have to find a way out on your own.

The skeleton on the ground may be the place where the last person was thrown to death. After all, if he fell directly to the ground from that high place, he would definitely die. Glad that there are natural plants to catch you. It's a wonderful tree that can grow so lushly in such a shady place.

"Let's take a walk first." You hold a torch and light the hole in front of you as you walk in.

There is only a straight road it is surrounded by plants but there is water on the road, although the water level is not high. When you see the exit, you run to see what's going on.

You are shocked by the sight before you, a small house surrounded by sea water. It is incredible that there is a house and sea water hidden underground on an island. Roger must have been as excited as a kid when he saw this scene.

You approach the house see the door has scratches and there are explosive barrels that have exploded. The person who came last might have wanted to blow this place up, but in the end they didn't succeed and they might have fallen into a trap.

You think about what to do, just prying the door open will definitely not work. You don't have any weapons or anything else that could solve it. There are no gaps in the wall around the sea water, which means that the mechanism of the statue just now leads directly to this place.

Take a walk and see if there is anything nearby that you might want to borrow. There is a rope behind when you detour. When you follow the direction of the rope, you see a handle.

"This... obviously a trap. It feels like it will be over once you pull it." You looked at the handle in front of you.

You hesitated for a long time whether should pull or not, but decided to give it a try. You hold the handle take a deep breath to get ready to pull. But this handle can be pulled up and down.

"Usually it looks like pulling down...what if you pull it up?" You mustered up the courage to pull the handle up.

The ground began to shake and the water slowly drained away. You let go of the handle walked closer to see that the door was already open! You happily wanted to go in to find out, but your feet were suddenly caught in the trap and hung in the air.

"Holy shit!" You were suspended in mid-air.

You were hung in the air couldn't reach your feet. In desperation, you shouted for help to see if anyone would come to save you. You can see that all the protruding stone slabs around the hut have writing on them.

"I see..." You figured it out! The font of the stone statue just now is the secret code.

But you can't move now only wait for someone to come. Rayleigh and Roger didn't know where they were going. Hope they both are okay.

"Help! Is there anyone there?" You shouted.

Rayleigh heard a sound, he pulled Roger ran towards the direction of the sound. Luckily they saw you were fine, but hanging upside down in mid-air. He reassured that you were fine but he was confused by the scene before him.

"Hi.Roger, Rayleigh." You greet them.

"Are you okay?" Rayleigh cares about you.

"It's okay, I just got caught in a trap." You explained.

"So funny! Hahahahaha!" Roger laughed.

You tell them how to solve the mystery, they understand it and step on the stone slabs in the order you told them. Luckily, the mystery was successfully solved, and a treasure box appeared from the ground.

Roger laughed excitedly when saw the treasure box, the trap holding you was released. Rayleigh quickly ran to catch you, otherwise you would fall to the ground.

"So thrilling." Rayleigh put you on the ground and supported you.

"Timing is just right! Thank you!" You smiled at Rayleigh.

Suddenly the cave began to shake, there was an ominous premonition, the mechanism affected the entire cave. Roger picked up the treasure box and told you to run.

Roger lead you to escape from the cave along the same path they came in just now. Rayleigh lets you run in front of him while he protects you from behind. Finally, you saw a ray of light and escaped successfully.

After escaped, the three of you stood together and watched the cave slowly collapse. As the old saying goes, once you get it, you don’t need to keep it. You sit on the ground and rest for a while. You were out of breath from running so fast just now.

"Are you okay?" Rayleigh sat with you.

"A little out of breath." You said with a smile.

"Y/N! Well done! You actually solved the mystery!" Roger laughed as he sat with the two of you.

"Can you read ancient characters?" Rayleigh is curious about you.

"I know a little bit." You told him.

Roger gives you the treasure box to open. You lift it up to test whether it is heavy, shake it to see if there is a sound inside. You cautiously opened it to see what was inside.

"Wow..." You stared at the gold nugget in shock.

"It's a little gift from the island owner." Rayleigh looked inside the treasure box.

"Hahaha! Just take it! It's worth remembering!" Roger laughed.

"Should I accept it?" You looked at Rayleigh doubtfully.

"You deserve." Rayleigh said with a chuckle.

"Yes! Take it, little girl!" Roger patted your shoulder.

You closed the treasure box and gave them both a bright smile. It's not about getting gold nuggets, it's about your first adventure and experience with them. You caress the treasure box and smile, this is the beginning of your dream.

Roger gives you everything in the treasure box, which represents your first experience. You go back to the ship together, put the treasure box in the room then take out a diary to write down today's experience.

Someone knocked on the door of your room. You put down your pen walked to open the door. Rayleigh was standing outside the door with a first aid kit in his hand. You welcome him into the room then listen to what he has to say.

"You were injured." Rayleigh put the first aid kit on the table and sat on the chair.

"Injured? Ah!" You thought that you had just been scratched by a branch, which did not affect your movement, so you did not go to the medical room to find Crocus.

"Show me the wound." Rayleigh asked you to show him the wound.

"It's just a small thing, my foot was scratched." You pointed to your calf to show him.

"Sit on the bed and I'll help you apply the medicine." Rayleigh got up and got the first aid kit.

"Hey! No need! I've caused you enough trouble!" You said in a panic, trying to politely refuse him.

"Y/N, obey." Rayleigh pulled your arm and made you sit on the bed.

Rayleigh lifted your calf applied medicine to the wound bandaged it skillfully. What a gentle person. Although sometimes serious or scary, but he always maintains a gentle heart towards everyone.

Take a closer look at the scar under his eye that was there before you joined. Judging from this, it should be a scar left by a fierce fight before. You can tell from his appearance that he is a strong man.

"What's wrong? You keep staring at me." Rayleigh raised his head and looked at you.

"Nothing." You chuckled.

"Next time you injured don't hide it. Once the wound worsens, your actions will be affected and life will be at risk." Rayleigh told you seriously.

"I know, I don't dare anymore." You said softly.

"Reflect on it." Rayleigh touches your head.

"I will reflect on it..." You said looking at him.

"We will have dinner at a sea restaurant tonight." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Sea restaurants!? There really are restaurants on the sea!" You looked at Rayleigh in surprise.

"It's true. It's your first time, right? Look forward to it." Rayleigh chuckled.

"Yeah! I'll look forward to it!" You smiled brightly.

"Then I'll go do my business first, have a good rest." Rayleigh took the first aid kit and prepared to leave your room.

"Okay! Thank you! Rayleigh!" You thanked him excitedly.

"Hahaha, so cute." Rayleigh whispered.

"What did you say?" you asked him.

"Nothing. By the way, dress more formally. The basic requirement of the restaurant is etiquette." After Rayleigh finished speaking, he left the room.

"Etiquette..." You opened wardrobe thought about what to wear.

Evening restaurant

You did some research that this restaurant is one of the famous restaurants in the world. Any customers including pirates and marines are accepted here. It may take months or even years to reserve a seat.

Restaurants serve high-end cuisine, so they have certain requirements for customers, namely etiquette. This restaurant maintains a very high standard and quality food. So it is loved by everyone.

After arriving at the restaurant, they parked the ship in the exclusive customer area. Everyone is adjusting their mentality one after another. After all, they must maintain etiquette and noble posture.

"It's been a long time since I've dressed up! Hahahaha!" Roger laughed out loud.

"I'm really uncomfortable wearing it." Shanks said awkwardly.

"Hahaha, it really doesn't suit you!" Buggy pointed at Shanks and laughed.

"You guys, don't make any noise in a place like this." Rayleigh warned them seriously.

"Didn't see Y/N." Scopper asked curiously.

"Give the girl some time to dress up." Crocus said.

You put on a long white dress, high heels, tied your hair and twirled around in front of the mirror. The long-awaited dress up is in order to comply with the restaurant's requirements and not to embarrass the Roger Pirates.

You leave the room walk to meet Roger and the others. Everyone's eyes are focused on you. You feel a little embarrassed. Maybe you are dressing up too exaggeratedly.

"I kept you waiting." You approached Roger and his group.

Not only the other crew members but also their eyes turned to you, you were a little nervous and curious about their looks. You noticed that Shanks and Buggy were stunned.

"Is it weird? I'm dressed like this." You clasped your hands.

"Little girl! How can you be surprised! You are so beautiful!" Roger praised you loudly.

"Sister is so beautiful! Like a princess!" Shanks and Buggy kept praising you.

"It's really different when girls dress up seriously." Scopper said to you.

"A little flower of the Roger Pirates." Crocus said.

Rayleigh realizes that your well-groomed look is really charming. He knew that you were usually very attractive, but didn’t expect that the effect would be even better after you were dressed up carefully.

"Rayleigh, what do you think of my outfit?" You walked up to him and asked him.

"You are so beautiful, I will be fascinated by you." Rayleigh said teasingly.

"Your mouth is so sweet." You said happily.

"Everyone, it's time! Let's go! Go fill your stomach!" Roger raised his fist and shouted.

"Yahooo! Dinner!" Shanks and Buggy jumped up excitedly.

A seat was reserved in Roger's name, so he took the lead and walked to the front. Shanks and Buggy were playing and making trouble in the back. Scopper and Crocus looked after the two children like a father.

"Miss Y/N, please?" Rayleigh asked you to take his arm in a gentlemanly manner.

"My pleasure." You took Rayleigh's arm and got off the ship together.

Rayleigh glanced at your hand which was holding his arm. He was glad that he took the initiative to ask and would not offend you. He knows you wear high heels so he matches your steps.

You arrive at the door, the waiter opens the door. You see a lot of people inside dressed up and coming to this restaurant. Gladly didn't dress casually, otherwise would be embarrassed.

But it's your first time at such a high-end restaurant and you're a little nervous. Everyone's eyes turned to you, you held Rayleigh's arm tremblingly, trying to relax.

Rayleigh used his other hand to squeeze your hand holding his arm. You feel the warmth of his hand, you naturally relax. You remember that you are not alone, you are with them.

"Be confident, you are beautiful. Their eyes are attracted because of your charm." Rayleigh whispered in your ear.

"Well, thank you for staying with me." You squeezed his arm and smiled at him.

"Mr. Roger's seat is upstairs, I will take you there." The waiter welcomes you.

You slowly walk up the spiral staircase, the customers downstairs looked at Rayleigh with envy. You smiled when you heard Rayleigh speak more confidently.

"Here, please." The waiter takes you to your seat.

You see Roger and the others have already taken their seats. When you were about to sit down, Rayleigh helped you pull out a chair so you could sit down easily. You chuckled at Rayleigh, thanking him for being such a gentleman.

"Please wait a moment, we will serve the food later." The waiter said and left.

The waiter pours you a glass of wine and you taste the wine carefully. It tastes different from the wine in Ria's bar. This high-end wine has a stronger taste. It's a delicious and fragrant wine. You keep drinking a few more glasses.

"Does it taste good?" Roger asked you with a toast.

"It tastes good." You and Roger toasted and took a sip of wine.

"Later try more of the dishes. This restaurant is original and every dish has not changed in taste." Roger said to you with a smile.

"Okay. Cheers, everyone!" You stand up and raise your glass.

"Cheers!" Everyone at the table also stood up and raised their glasses.

Since the food was served slowly, everyone started chatting. Roger grabbed Crocus and kept drinking. You chatted with the two children, while Rayleigh drank some wine and chatted with Scopper for a while.

"I'm going to the toilet." You stood up and left your seat.

You ask the waiter where the toilet is, he tells you that you can find it just downstairs and at the end. You said thank you to him and started to slowly go down the stairs. You noticed that the eyes of the customers downstairs were still looking at you.

In the center there is a woman singing a song and you are drawn to her music. This time, everyone stayed quiet and enjoyed the music she sang. You quickly went to the toilet first.

You come back to continue listening to the song sung by the woman. You listen to her singing and are immersed in her music. If you haven't seen this kind of high-end performance, it is a new experience for you.

But you didn't realize that someone's eyes had been focused on you since you entered the restaurant. You are immersed in the atmosphere of the music, and your body begins to slowly sway to the music.

That man thinks you are very beautiful when he sees you swaying. It's like a flower but with thorns. From the outside, you have a beautiful face that highlights your gentleness, and graceful body curves that highlight your wildness.

"Miss." The waiter interrupts you and pokes you in the shoulder.

"Yes. What's wrong?" You turned to look at the waiter.

"This bouquet of flowers was given to you by that gentleman." The waiter handed the flowers to you.

"Me?" You looked left and right then pointed to yourself to make sure the flowers were for you.

"That's right." The waiter pointed to the table of guests.

This is the first time you received flowers from someone. They are so beautiful with white petals. You took the flowers and walked to his seat and saw two people wearing white coats sitting at the same table. The waiter told you that it was the man in the white coat without glasses who gave you the flowers. He was almost as tall as Roger.

"Are these for me?" You held the flowers looked at him.

"Hahaha! That's right, it's for you." You heard the man's wild laughter.

"Thank you. The flowers are beautiful." You thank him politely.

"Beautiful flowers suit beautiful you, miss." the man said teasingly.

"Wow..." You felt a little embarrassed hearing his sweet words.

"Sister!" Two children are standing behind you, pulling you.

"Why did you two run out?" You squatted down and asked them.

"Sister took a long time go to the toilet, so we came to see you." Shanks said with a smile.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, I'm going back now." You reassured them both.

"Sir, thanks for the flowers. I'm going back to my seat first." You said goodbye to him politely.

You turned around and left, leading Buggy and Shanks back to Roger's place. He simply thought you were beautiful, so he gave you flowers. He didn’t expect you to come and talk to him.

"Hey! Are you interested in that young girl?" Sengoku poked him.

"Haha, sort of." Garp said with a smile.

"But those two kids look familiar." Sengoku was thinking.

You followed Shanks and Buggy back to your seat, and the food was already served. Everyone is waiting for you to come back before starting the meal. You put the flowers on the table and quickly sit down to start the meal.

"Flowers?" Rayleigh looked at the bouquet of flowers.

"Oh! It was given by a customer just now." You said with a smile.

"Hahaha! Y/N is a heartthrob!" Roger laughed.

"Please don't say that, I'm so embarrassed." You lowered your head and whispered with a blush.

"Sister! You were dancing in the middle just now!" Buggy looked at you excitedly.

"I saw it!" Shanks said, raising his hand.

"Dancing?" Crocus asked curiously.

"There will be people performing here." Scopper said after taking a sip of wine.

"Why don't you dance if you want to?" Roger looked at you.

"They all dancing in pairs. I don't have a partner and not very good at dancing, so..." You said softly.

"I'll be your dance partner!" Shanks and Buggy raised their hands at the same time.

"You two are too short! If sister's dance partner short, she will be ugly." Scopper said with a smile.

When everyone here chatted and laughed, Rayleigh glanced at you. You didn't have a dance partner and he had an idea, but it was just after dinner. Let's relax and chat now. After all, he has to be careful even if he wants to invite you.

"Y/N, I'm actually curious about something. How old are you?" Scopper asked you seriously.

"That's right! I always wanted to ask but forgot about it!" Roger said.

"Hmmm, I'm curious too." Crocus took a sip of wine.

"I'm 19." you said.

"19?!" Scopper choked on his drink when he heard your age while drinking.

"Nani!" Roger was surprised.

"Adult." Crocus said calmly.

"You are really good at taking care yourself. I thought you were 15." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"I thought sister was just 15." Shanks was surprised to hear your age.

"I thought so too." Buggy's jaw dropped.

"Can't you see?" You stroked your cheek.

"Hahahaha! We must be older!" Roger laughed.

Rayleigh was surprised to know your age. Seeing the innocent look on your face, you turned out to be 19 years old. If Scopper hadn't asked, he would have thought you were 15 years old or a little girl.

You have a simple appearance and a sexy figure. But you still retain a little bit of your pure personality. At first, he accidentally saw your body, mistakenly thought you were developing very early. It turns out he misunderstood, you are really an adult woman.

Rayleigh cared about you very much at first. When first met, you exuded a lovely aura that attracted him deeply. Originally he thought he just wanted to treat you as a sister or a friend.

But now he thinks you are a gentle girl who will always face everything with a smile. He likes the feeling of you, and gradually finds that he cares about you more and more.

But one thing he cares about is whether you would mind a partner with an age difference. After all, he was older, but he still felt baffled. He actually even had the idea of a partner.

It starts as a relationship between strangers, protect you when you are in danger. When you join, you are like a friend by his side. But now he's starting to have stronger feelings for you.

"Rayleigh...are you okay?" You poked his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something." Rayleigh didn't want to think about this problem for the time being.

"You were staring at me. I thought it was because I was dressed strangely." You laughed awkwardly.

"Not really. You look good in what you wear." Rayleigh encouraged you to feel confident.

You were a little shy and embarrassed to hear him compliment you. Rayleigh gives you the impression that he is a mature and steady man, but sometimes you will still feel a little embarrassed about when he speaks tender words to you.

Maybe you are not good at being praised, so when he praises you feel a little confused and nervous. Sometimes he will suddenly stare at you then say nothing. When you meet his eyes, you can pretend to be calm but in your heart you are still very concerned.

After you finished eating, you heard Scopper and Crocus chatting some more, while Roger kept drinking and playing around with Buggy and Shanks. The singing you heard downstairs was so beautiful you couldn’t help but listen.

You can see many people dancing and singing in the center. You really want to try dancing, but don’t have a partner or anyone to guide you. You will definitely be embarrassed if find random people to dance with.

"Miss Y/N, would you like to be my partner and dance with me?" Someone next to you stretched out his hand to invite you to dance.

"Wow..." is Rayleigh inviting you to dance.

You start to think wildly, fearing that your poor dancing will lead to embarrassment. But now Rayleigh invited you, you were no longer afraid in an instant, because he would accompany you.

"Are you willing?" He came closer to you, didn't put his hand away because he was waiting for your reply.

"I do." You held his hand happily.

The End.

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roger-spirit · 1 year

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Celebrating your birthday with Roger (and his crew)

Soo today it's my birthday and what better way than to celebrate it with Roger? I was going to have Robin too, but Roger possessed 100% of my mind

▹Roger is the type who loves a holiday and parties, any excuse he has to party and drink he loves it

▹He counts the minute until midnight to say happy birthday to you

▹Nobody can give you happy birthday before him is the rule, once Shanks e Buggy gave you before Roger in his front and they ended up grounded on the ship for a month (they swear it was worth it)

▹If you like parties oh dear, he'll throw the biggest one just for you

▹It'll be a surprise and with the whole crew involved in it, he spares no expense

▹Roger will keep a secret from you and he's good at it, you don't even suspect something when he takes you for a walk on the island they docked

▹You don't know, but without a doubt there's someone on the crew clearing the way for the two of you

▹He'll go to all the stores he knows you'll like and buy everything you look at

▹Exaggerated but he just wants to see you smiling and happy that day

▹When you two get back to the ship it's already dark and all the lights are off

▹Then out of nowhere the whole crew comes screaming your name

▹They hug you and give you congratulations and a mountain of gifts

▹The party is almost the same as any other at Oro Jackson, but the difference is that everyone gathers around you to praise you, tell stories about you and hear you talk

▹At the end of the party, when everyone is almost passed out from drinking so much, Roger gives a little speech (he loves making speeches)

▹He talks about how important you are to him, how he loves every little part of you and that he couldn't bear not having you with him

▹It's too cute and doesn't suit him at all

▹Now, if you don't like parties or celebrating your birthday, he will respect that

▹Will ask if you have a reason behind it, if you do or don't it's okay, he will respect if you want to talk or not too

▹He'll try to plan something, maybe a dinner or a picnic

▹Roger will only accept Rayleigh's help because he know his crew can't keep their mouths shut around you and even if they could, they would talk to you just to annoy their captain (that's why at surprise parties he takes you on a walk away from the crew)

▹Rayleigh will probably tell him that it's better to ask you, what you like and what you want to do, probably

▹He tries to spend all day with you, even trying to participate in your hobbies

▹With or without a party, Roger will do everything to see you happy and smiling

#gol d roger #gol d roger headcanons #roger x y/n #roger x reader #roger x you #roger headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece roger #one piece hcs #i dont know why but exagerado by cazuza is the song that i absolutely relate to roger now #i wrote this while listening it

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Hello Franky(; is the kink prompts still on? If it is, can i please have P,R,F for Roger please 💜

N/SFW

Pet Play

Roger loves a cheeky bit of pet play.

He loves when his sweetheart has some cat ears.

Maybe a cat tail plug.

Nothing makes his cock twitch like seeing that tail wiggle with your hips.

He loves having his good kitty sitting on his cock as he strokes their hair and whispers what a good kitty you are.

Roger isn’t against having an obedient puppy either.

You are on all fours under the desk while he works, rubbing your face against his cock before you beg for it, begging him to free his thick length so you can lap at the precum that’s collected at the tip.

Oh yes, he loves pet play.

He enjoys his good pet sitting at the edge of his bed.

A nice pretty collar and tag with his ownership around your neck.

Role Play/Role Reversal

Sometimes, just sometimes he might let you ride him, top him, be the one in charge but it’s rare, that’s a for birthdays kind of treat.

Role play he’s not super into expect the above pet play.

He prefers to be genuinely himself and wants the same from you.

Facials

He doesn’t like to cum on your face, he’s not against it though.

Roger just prefers you cum on his face.

Squirt all over him, he’ll lick his lips and eat you like you are the best-tasting dessert in the entire world.

He loves to have your slick or cum all over his face, he wears it with pride, and he knows he’s done a good job.

Roger loves when you cum on his face, he always has this huge grin as he teases your cock, wanting more even if you're already gasping and saying ‘I can’t! I’m too sensitive!’

Doesn’t matter what you have in your pants or how you finish all over his grinning face he loves it.

#n.sfw #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece xyou #one piece reader insert #one piece imagines #n/sfw #gol d roger x you #gol d. roger #gol d roger x reader #gol d roger #roger op #roger one piece #one piece x yn #one piece x y/n

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cebwrites · 1 year

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hi!! I noticed you didn’t have anything for roger so hey, why not? Could I request a lil Drabble or headcanons of roger and rayleigh with a VERY nervous/jumpy gn S/o? I have ptsd and HATE being touched, and tend to jump or snap at anything that touches me unexpectedly, and I tend to get panicked easily if I feel cornered. I always wondered how those two do with that sorta thing! Tysm!!

a/n: hello hello, the main reason i didn't have anything for roger was because i'm not too familiar with him haha, but this is something i can relate to to an extent! i've been going to the same hairdresser for years but without fail every time he touches my shoulder to let me know it's my turn in the chair i flinch 🥲 (on the flip side though i do like touch a lot, just not when it’s unexpected ;; )

ah well i’m not too familiar with these characters yet, so in any case i hope you still like it! ;w;/

with a jumpy s/o (Roger, Rayleigh)

gn reader word count: 0.5k

Roger

He’s loud, he’s imposing, he’s there - when Roger steps in a room everyone knows it, not just because of his size but also the weight of his presence - and I don’t mean Haki either

Roger’s very touchy around the people he cares about, his crew, the red and blue runts that have more or less become his sons, and any partner he has as well; he has a lot of love and only wants even more to share it

To someone who doesn’t quite share the same sentiment, though, this is... less than ideal

There would be mis-steps at first, big and small, with Roger’s nature potentially giving his partner a serious although unintended scare, but he’s a quick and keen learner (not to mention incredibly apologetic, prostrating to you in his quarters until Rayleigh smacked him to quit the theatrics)

Roger’s usually aware of how imposing he is, but after the first incident he’s much more careful - he never takes any snapping to heart and as an added bonus Rog takes up a lot of space when he sits down, so it’d just be you and him close together if you feel like you’re up for the contact

Roger always leaves the reigns in your hands, mindful of being too overwhelming by accident again, but can never quite hide his joy when you do show him affection, grinning as brightly as the sun itself when you brush your hand against his face in the morning, allowing him to gently kiss the back of it before either of you are quite fully awake

Rayleigh

Rayleigh on the other hand would have a keen eye for this, picking up on it from the start, making sure there was always an adequate amount of distance between the two of you and announcing his coming/goings so you’d never be spooked or surprised by him

Perhaps even a little too well, however, he realizes when you ask him late one night after everyone’s hit the hay, all cuddled up in one giant pile on the deck while you made yourself comfortable in a small nook away from much of the noise, if this quirk of yours made him dislike having you as a partner

He’s quick to realize his mistake, calmly reaching out a hand to take or reject at your leisure; Rayleigh explains how it was never his intention to alienate you in any way, how he only wanted to make sure you could feel safe around him given how touchy-feely and ‘in everyone else’s shit’ the rest of the crew tended to be, much like their captain

Rayleigh is used to being the one to initiate any contact if at all, so he’s grateful for what small hints you’re comfortable showing him from time to time, like falling asleep on his shoulder, where he fights himself internally on whether or not to give your snoozing head a little kiss - his heart eventually wins out, planting a quick one to your hair before you or anyone else saw

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #gn reader #gol d. roger #roger x reader #op roger #one piece roger #op rayleigh #silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #one piece rayleigh #pspsps come get yalls ojisan crumbs #looking DIRECTLY at a specific moot of mine #ily babes muah muah <33

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juleswrites223 · 2 years

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Gol D Roger x reader

So this is basically an AU where ace and luffy are the reader and Roger's children and it is kind of canon au.

Summary: you and roger tell Ace that he's going to have a baby brother,it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Warnings: nothing much just pregnancy themes and ace being adorable

The pound of pitter patter of little feet across the Oro Jackson's deck could be heard. You can hear the cheerful voices of Shanks and Buggy playing with the an adorable 3 year old Ace.

As you sit in the infirmary with Crocus, Roger standing keeping his hand on your shoulder, you were talking about how you had thrown up twice this morning and your breasts hurt, hoping he might have a remedy for it. He just gave you an all knowing smile and said, "You ain't sick, you're just pregnant."

Shocked you managed to say, "Oh." While Roger gave you a chaste kiss on the lips.

"What you ain't happy that you're having another kid."

"No no no We're happy it's just I'm thinking how to break the news to Ace, i just hope he will be happy that he's gonna have a baby sibling."

Then Roger gives his hearty laugh that you love so much and says, "Of course he'd be happy."

Holding his hand, you thank Crocus and walk out on the deck while Roger goes to talk to Rayleigh about something. As soon as Ace sees you,he yells," MOMMY!!!" To get your attention and runs as fast as his little feet can run and hugs you or well your leg. You bend down and pick him up and he kisses your cheek.

"Hi bub, how're you baby?"

"I'm good mommy i wanna show you something." He smiles and drags to show you something that Shanks and Buggy taught him.

Everyone on the ship was well aware that you were pregnant. Well everyone except Ace. You asked Roger at night while you and him were in your shared cabin with Ace soundly sleeping in the middle and you knew that once that boy fell asleep at night, it would be hours before he woke up.

"When do you think we should tell him?" You asked while stroking Ace hair gently as he slept.

"Tomorrow might be a good time since we get to find out the gender of the baby." Roger replied.

"You're right tomorrow it is."

Then tomorrow came and you both found the gender of the baby and to no surprise it was again a boy. You were happy of course estatic even but the thought of another chaotic mini Roger seemed to amuse you.

As nightfall came, again the three of you were in your shared cabin with Ace rambling about the cool fish that Gaban had caught. And as he eventually calmed down and was starting to fall asleep you decided to ask him.

"Ace bub can we ask you something?"

A little hum was all you got.

"How would you like a baby brother, little firefly?" Roger continued.

"No thank you." Was all Ace replied as he cuddled you more.

" uh- what acey bub why don't you want a little brother, won't it be fun." You said

"Nope."

And his narcolepsy hit, he fell asleep.

"Well that did not go as to what i had in my mind." Said Roger with a frown.

"Yeah. You know what this happens i said the same thing about my little sibling and now look at us. He'll grow out of this once he meets the baby." You said with hope.

And so the next day you decided to ask Ace why he didn't like the fact he was gonna have a little brother.

" What if the baby takes all your and papa's love and attention?" Ace said with an adorable pout.

And if course now it clicked in your brain that's why he didn't want to have a baby sibling but you needed to explain to him that having another child won't take away your love from the first one.

So you dedicated the months before the baby was born to show Ace that having a sibling can be amazing.

And then ofcourse after 9 months the little bundle of joy was born. You had already decided that you wanted the baby to be born on the ship. And Crocus had made all the arrangements beforehand so the delivery would go smoothly.

As you sat on the bed in the infirmary after hours of labor, the only ones being in the room were Roger, Rayleigh ,Crocus , Ace was sleeping soundly in Roger's arms and shanks and buggy standing beside Rayleigh. The crew was just outside the door.

As the baby being in your arms, you realised that you and Roger had completely forgotten to pick a name.

"What should we keep his name?" Roger asked.

"You don't wanna name him after another sword of yours" you teased him.

" i was thinking maybe you should give him a name since i named Ace it's only fair." He said

" how about Luffy?" You asked.

" i love it" he replied.

And then ace was waking up and you decided he should meet his baby brother. Rubbing his eyes and getting out of his sleepy state, he then started leaning towards the bed because he wanted to see the baby.

" you wanna see the baby?" Roger asked.

"uh huh." Ace said as he was put on the bed beside you. He hugged your side as you held the baby and showed him.

" here's your baby brother, Luffy." You said.

"wowww I'm a big brother" Ace whispered to himself. " But why is he so bald?"

It was a genuine innocent question but everyone one in the room burst out laughing quietly which made Ace confused.

"oh acey bub you were the same when you a baby plus he was just born a few hours ago, give it some time .'' you explained.

" i can't wait for him to grow up so we can have tons of fun together and don't worry mommy I'll protect him no matter what." Ace smiled and said as he gave his luffy a gentle forehead kiss.

Everyone's heart melted upon hearing Ace's words and you knew your kids were gonna be fine even in the future, they would be alright. Afterall they would protect each other no matter what.

#roger x reader #gol d roger x reader #child portgas d ace #baby monkey d luffy #gol d roger #portgas d ace #monkey d luffy #silvers rayleigh #scopper gaban #child shanks #child buggy #crocus #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

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mycaptainkidd · 2 years

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Where One Piece men take you for a date?

Hey guys!! Here a new headcanon please enjoy!

Character: Crocodile, Marco, Roger, Shanks.

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Crocodile:

This man is a classy and rich guy. He likes to take you to places that are famous but fairly quiet. He often takes you to big restaurants where he reserves a table in a discreet corner because you are so well dressed that he wants to keep you for himself, yes, sir is possessive. He's taking this table too so he can look at you with the most love look in the world. He admires you and he wants you forever by his side.

Marco:

This bird is definitely the simplest guy in the world. For your date, he provides a table in a quiet corner of the ship and asks Tatch to prepare your favorite dish. It provides roses, candles, everything you need for a perfect romantic moment. He loves you so much and he wants you to feel good with him, maybe that's how he's going to propose to you.

Roger:

For your date, this man simply takes you to a bar. But not just any bar, the one you meet. He wants you to feel good in a known place that reminds him of many memories. He likes to hold your hand, and look you straight in the eye and tell you that you are beautiful, the most incredible person in the world. He also plays a lot of jokes on you but ends up laughing so hard that silence settles in the bar.

Shanks:

He almost never plans a date because it usually ends in a great party with the whole crew. He finally gets up and toasts you to the most beautiful person he's ever met on the sea. this evening always ends with a session of hugs in front of the crew and also in your bed.

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Here you are, I hope you liked it! Bye see ya!

#one piece x you #one piece #headcanon #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks #sir crocodile #gol d. roger #pirate king #marco x reader #marco the phoenix

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standfucker · 1 year

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Sunrises; part 1: Days One and Two

@rogerpirateswk

I wrote this for Roger Pirates Week 2023. It's two weeks late because it did not just run away from me, but sprinted like it was being chased by the devil himself. It got so big I have to post it in three parts.

Pairing: Scopper x Reader

Featured Characters: Roger, Rayleigh, Scopper, Shanks, Buggy

Reader: GN, they/them

Word Count: 10,186

CW: Neurodivergent Reader, Reader is implied to be under 6 ft

[Disclaimer 1: This was based in part on my own experiences with anxiety. It may not match up entirely to yours. Everyone is different.

Disclaimer 2: At the time of writing this, I have not yet caught up to OP, so there are some scenes with the Roger Pirates I haven’t read yet. As such, the fic might not be wholly accurate to the canon.]

Summary: With everyone around you dead and the ship slowly sinking, you're sure you're done for when a pirate ship chances by the wreckage. Instead, the week you spend among them is one you'll remember for the rest of your life.

Ao3 Link

The Marine ship is almost fully submerged when they come across it in the open ocean. Through the spyglass, Roger can see bodies on the exposed deck, but it’s not until they board the ship that they can identify what killed them. Gashes and gunshot wounds indicate an attack by pirates, and by the smell and the bloating of the corpses, it’s been a few days since it happened.

“Definitely been looted already,” Taro comments. “We won’t find anything worthwhile.”

“Yeah…” Roger’s not too disappointed–from the size of the Marine ship (and the fact that the crew was easily defeated,) he doubted it carried anything of interest in the first place. He’s about to call his crew back when he sees Rayleigh perk and look in the direction of the cabin.

Roger focuses, sensing what the first mate does. “Oho? Seems they missed one.”

You are a high-strung, anxious mess on the best of days, easily overwhelmed and prone to breaking down at minor inconveniences (though they did not feel minor to you.) So when your Marine escort got attacked by pirates, you were hopelessly struggling to keep it together. The captain shoved you into the corner of his cabin, dragged the heavy dresser in front of you, and told you to keep quiet no matter what.

Listening to the pirates slaughter the Marines had almost spiraled you into a panic attack. It took far less to trigger one normally, but you pushed it back through sheer survival instinct, desperate to stay silent as the pirates ransacked the ship. They almost found you in their search, only inches away on the other side of the dresser–but they never thought to move it, and finally left after taking everything of value on board, including the only transponder snail. Once they were gone, you stopped holding back, going properly ballistic. The hysteria worsened when you left your hiding spot, not only because of the sight of the dead, but also due to the discovery that cannonball damage had the ship slowly filling with water.

That was three days ago. The pirates looted all the rations, and hunger made you weak, but the thirst was what really threatened to kill you. That, or drowning. With more than half of the ship underwater, it was a race between that and dehydration. As a result, you thought the ship you spotted in the distance was a dying hallucination at first, but as it got closer, you felt a glimmer of hope.

You were saved. You were saved!

And then it got even closer, enough for you to make out the Jolly Roger on the sails, and the hope was rapidly bowled over by newborn panic. You squeezed back behind the dresser and prayed. Things couldn’t get any worse. Even if these new pirates didn’t find you, the chances of a friendly ship happening by to rescue you in time were slim to none.

You hear the pirates board the ship. After a few minutes, the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps echoes through the cabin and you tense, heart in your throat. You expect them to start combing the room for spoils, but to your dismay, the footsteps go straight toward the dresser.

The entire dresser is picked up like it’s made of cardboard, revealing three huge pirates. The one on the left–the one who lifted the dresser–tosses it over his shoulder, the crash making you jump. You can’t tell what he’s thinking with his eyes concealed by shades, but the other two look curious. They’re immense specimens, tall and bulky with muscle. Shades guy and the one on the right must be over six feet, but the one in the middle is even bigger, easily over eight feet–maybe even nine. If the ‘smaller’ guy could handle heavy furniture like that, you don’t want to know what the bigger guy can do.

Despite your thirst, trepidation draws fresh tears, anxiety rocketing to its very limit as you break down. It only takes one look at the weapons sheathed at their hips to completely lose composure.

“Please don’t kill me,” you blubber, but it comes out more like ‘blease dob kill be,’ nearly incomprehensible through tears and snot.

“No one’s going to kill you,” the biggest one says. “We will torture you for information, though.”

You sob, and the one on the right, blond and wearing glasses, smacks the bigger guy. “Roger, please!” He turns to you, hands held up in a display of non-aggression. “He’s joking.”

“I am?” Roger grins.

You sob harder. Roger gets smacked again.

“He’s joking, I swear,” Blond Hair insists. “We’re not going to hurt you, so please don’t cry.”

You blink at them through watery eyes, sniffing. They don’t seem to want to murder or take advantage of you, but how can you trust the word of pirates? “...You won’t?”

Blond Hair’s expression softens. “No, we won’t. Can you tell us what happened here?”

“This ship’s done for,” Shades warns. “It’ll probably be underwater by nightfall. We should continue this conversation on the Jackson.”

“On your ship?” You squeak.

“Would you rather stay here?” Roger asks.

You can’t really argue with that.

So you end up in the galley of a pirate ship, Roger and Blond Hair sitting across from you at a table while you scarf down food and water. You learn that Roger’s the captain, and Blond Hair, named Rayleigh, is the first mate. They’re gracious enough to wait for you to eat and drink before questioning you, but there’s not much to tell in the first place.

“My parents are Marines,” you explain. “Not especially high-ranking, but respected enough that I was allowed to hitch a ride to go see them. But the ship was attacked by pirates three days ago, and… Everyone… They’re all…” Your lower lip trembles.

“Hey, don’t,” Roger says, but it’s too late.

Now rehydrated, a new flood bursts forth, and you cover your face, overwhelmed by the savage memories. “I heard them die! All of them! They’re all dead… All dead…”

You hear a chair scoot back, feel a hand on your shoulder. You flinch, then settle under the soothing touch, peering between your fingers to see Rayleigh standing next to you.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” he says gently. “It must have been frightening.”

“It was a nightmare,” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do. The Marine outpost is a whole week away. Could I use your transponder snail? Oh, but then they could trace you…” It’s hard not to lose it at that thought, certain that no one will help you now. You bite your lip to keep it still.

Roger stands, and you can’t help but shrink back as he approaches you, an absolute wall of a man closing in. He crouches down to be closer to your level, taking your hand in his giant ones, enveloping it completely. You freeze up, intimidated by the proximity. He’s looking you directly in the eye.

“I’ll take you to your destination,” Roger pledges, earlier playfulness replaced by a startling sincerity. “That’s a promise.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “You will? But–but–it’s a Marine base! They’ll capture you!”

“They can try,” Roger smirks, a dangerous sparkle in his eye.

“But–but why?” You gape at him. “You’re pirates. My parents are Marines. Why would you do that for me?”

Roger lets go of your hand to pat your head. “It could be fun,” is all he says, standing. “I’m going to let the crew know about the change of plans.”

He leaves you, stunned, with Rayleigh. Emotion rises in your chest, an exhausting lift on the roller coaster the past few days have been. At least gratitude feels better than anguish, but it’s still staggering.

Rayleigh looks at you. “You okay?”

You burst into tears again.

“Ah,” he squeezes your shoulder. “There, there. It’ll be okay, Y/n. It may not seem like it, but you’re in good hands.”

It takes a minute before you’re composed enough to respond. “I just don’t get it. The last pirates killed everyone! But you’re helping me… It’s giving me whiplash.”

“Considering your upbringing, this may be hard to believe,” Rayleigh says, “but some pirates hold themselves to different standards. Roger never goes back on a promise.”

Rayleigh’s right about your upbringing. The dishonesty of pirates had been instilled in you from a young age. Never in your life did you expect kindness from the likes of them, but Rayleigh brings you a clean washcloth to wipe your face and sits with you until you calm down. You’re spent by the time it’s over, having barely been able to sleep in the last three days. You rest your head on the table, just intending to relax for a minute, and swiftly pass out.

Day One.

Waking up in a hammock is familiar. For a hazy moment, you think you’re back on the Marine ship. Then you realize your surroundings are completely unfamiliar, and you panic, scrambling to get out. It’s pitch black in the room, and in your blind haste, you lose your footing and fall out. That is when you discover that there is a second hammock strung below you, and it is currently occupied.

You land on the unfortunate person below, face-planting into his broad chest. The fall is only a few feet, but it’s enough to have winded the current occupant, his eyes flying open as he wheezes. Up close, you can make out his face. You don’t recognize him at first, having never seen his eyes before, but at the sight of his bushy, dark hair, you immediately remember–shades guy, the one who lifted the dresser. The past few days hit you like a sack of bricks, and you’re too shocked to move.

Shades must have thought he was under attack, because he suddenly grabs your throat on instinct. Terror floods through your system, feeling for yourself the strength he displayed earlier as he squeezes, your airway cut off in an instant. Your hands fly up to pull at his wrist desperately, but he doesn’t budge.

It only lasts for a second, but panic seems to stretch it out longer. Shades comes to his senses, now fully awake, and lets go as if burned. “Shit! Sorry, I’m sorry! You startled me!”

You cough, eyes watering in reflex, trembling from adrenaline.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brow knit in concern.

“No!” You gasp, but backpedal right away, remembering your place. He’s a pirate. You’re on his turf. Intimately so, at the moment. “Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you! I–I fell…”

You frantically start to push away from his chest, but the hammock’s swing means you can’t brace properly, and you flop ungracefully back into him. “Oof! S-Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” he says as you struggle to get up again. “I’m sorry I grabbed you–hold on, I’ll help you out–if you would just–would you stop squirming!”

“Pipe down over there,” a drowsy voice calls out. You squint through the darkness to see multiple hammocks hanging in the room, all bulky with their sleeping dwellers. Or formerly sleeping, anyway. Did you wake up everyone?

You’re too agitated to think of the closeness of your bodies as anything but mortifying, but then another voice gruffly says, “Go somewhere else to fuck. We’re trying to sleep.”

Your face flushes hot, especially when you realize that Shades is resting his hands on your hips. Your eyes meet, you with a look of flustered alarm, him with mild amusement.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

“Trying to help you,” he whispers. “Hold still.”

He lifts you as easily as he did the dresser, setting you onto the floor lightly and not letting go until he’s sure you’ve found your balance.

“I’m good,” you say quietly, a little dizzy from how easy it was for him, and from the sensation of his fingers digging into your flesh. Even after he lets go, you still feel it, like indents in clay. There’s a briskness to the beating of your heart that’s not solely from fear, and in spite of everything, you find yourself thinking of how nice he smelled.

He is a pirate, you remind yourself firmly. He’s dangerous. He literally just choked you without thinking, so maybe chill out?

Shades sits up in his hammock, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry for scaring you like that.”

“You didn’t mean it. And I’m fine, so no harm done.” You are not fine, still wired from the experience, and your throat hurts, but placating others is a deeply-ingrained habit. Now that you’re up, you don’t actually know what to do with yourself. There’s no light coming from the porthole, so it’s either very late or very early. “What time is it?”

Rather than finding a watch, Shades scans the room for a minute. “...Between five and six.”

“How can you tell?”

Shades puts a finger to his lips, smiling. He swings his legs over the hammock and stands up. “Let’s step outside. Don’t want to wake anyone else.” He stretches, and you glance at the flexing muscles of his impressive upper body.

“But–”

“Shh.” He swipes his signature shades from a nearby table and makes his way out of the sleeping quarters. You follow him awkwardly.

Once you’re in the corridor, he starts explaining as he leads you elsewhere in the ship. “Sunbell goes for a swim around five, every morning without fail. And Spencer gets up at six to make breakfast, but he was still asleep. That’s how I know.”

“You didn’t have to get up,” you say worriedly. “You can go back to bed.”

“I can’t fall back asleep at this point. Don’t stress over it, though.”

Shades reaches to pat your shoulder, but you flinch away from his hand, now acutely conscious of what it’s capable of. His smile falls and he stops walking.

“Listen, I’m real sorry about all of that,” he says genuinely. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling after what you went through.”

“It’s okay,” you say, though it comes out a little weak.

“I don’t think it is,” he says, and you gawk at him, once again shocked by kindness coming from a pirate. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow.”

“Wha–no! You really don’t have to do that!”

He shrugs.

“I… I…” You start, but don’t know what to say. What could you do, anyway? Stop him? You didn’t need to be a Marine’s kid to know that pirates did as they pleased. “...Okay.”

“Anyway, it’s Rayleigh’s fault for putting you on the top hammock.” Shades smiles again. Given the darkness, he’s elected to hang his shades from the neckline of his shirt, so you can see his eyes when he smiles. They’re surprisingly alluring, crinkling at the corners. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Oh! Um…” you fidget while you introduce yourself, wanting to avoid eye contact yet oddly captivated.

“Y/n,” he echoes, never looking away. “I’m Scopper Gaban. You can just call me Scopper!”

“Okay… Scopper.”

Scopper’s smile widens. “You hungry? Spencer might not be up, but there’s still leftover rations.”

You shake your head. Anxiety takes up any free space in your stomach, too unsettled to have an appetite.

Scopper leads you to the deck. There are a few crewmates lingering about on the night watch. Cloud cover blocks any view of the stars, casting the surrounding ocean into darkness.

“I can never get used to the ocean at night,” you say in wonder, stepping up to the ship’s railing and peering over the edge. The water below looks like ink. “It feels like it’s going to swallow me up.”

Right as you say that, a huge, ambiguous shape rises up from the waves. You stumble back with a curse, the entire ship rolling to the side as something grabs on.

“Don’t be scared,” Scopper says, “that’s just Sunbell.”

Sunbell clambers over the ship’s railing, dripping wet. He’s absolutely massive, making the rest of the crew look like children in comparison, and he’s not even the biggest crewmate. You glimpsed an even bigger one yesterday on your way to the galley. But while you had seen big people before, this was your first time seeing a fish-man in person.

“Mornin',” Sunbell grunts at Scopper, then narrows his eyes at you. “Hm? Oh… The little Marine survivor.”

You scoot behind Scopper without thinking, wide eyes focused on the sharp points of Sunbell’s teeth, like a mouth full of knives.

Sunbell doesn’t miss the action, his scowl revealing more razor teeth. “What’s with that look? Never seen a fish-man before?”

You shrink at the admonishment and shake your head.

“Morning, ‘Bell,” Scopper greets. “How’s the water?”

“Nice and cold,” Sunbell says, flicking some water onto Scopper. “See?”

Scopper’s yelp is undignified, catching you so off-guard that you laugh despite your nerves. He looks at you over his shoulder sourly, and you cover your mouth.

“It’s too early for you to be a dick,” Scopper grumbles at Sunbell. “The sun’s not even up.”

“Them’s the breaks, Scopper,” Sunbell says. “You gonna bitch or you gonna do something about it?”

“I just might,” Scopper growls.

The two pirates glare at each other, tension flaring between them, and for a terrifying moment, you think they’re going to fight. Anxiety spikes in your body in preparation, only for them to break out into grins, leaving you thoroughly confused and jittery. This ship was not good for your heart…

“You should join me sometime. Cold water is good for humans, too.”

“Hard pass.”

“Hmph...”

Sunbell lumbers past the two of you, though he flicks water again as he does–this time at you. The droplets are like ice on your skin, and your resulting squawk is as embarrassing as Scopper’s was, making Sunbell chuckle to himself.

You watch him leave, face warm and heart pounding, before looking at Scopper again. His grin hasn’t left him. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

You don’t tell Scopper how extremely wrong he is.

“I don’t care for mornings, but at least we can watch the sun rise,” Scopper muses. “You’ve seen an ocean sunrise, right?”

“No, I haven’t,” you reply. “I always slept in on the Marine ships.”

“Then you’re in for a treat! There’s nothing like it.”

The black of the sky fades with the passing time, becoming indigo before lightening into shades of navy. More crewmates filter out onto the deck as they wake, relieving the night watch. The first sliver of sun crests the horizon, and with it, Roger appears, coming to stand next to you at the railing. He’s joined by Rayleigh, and then a few other crewmates.

You glance behind you. Much of the crew has gathered there, some making sleepy conversation, most staying quiet. You look back ahead, filled with a sensation you can’t name as you all watch the rising sun. The light casts a myriad of soft colors across the clouds, pinks and purples and yellows that reflect in the water.

Scopper leans close to you. “Hell of a view, right?” he whispers. “Gives you a good feeling.”

You nod, silently agreeing. Maybe it’s the way the sun paints the sea from black to blue, or maybe it’s the growing warmth on your skin. But at that moment, the nerves and the bad memories don’t seem to be as all-consuming, and you feel like everything will be okay.

So begins your first day with the Roger Pirates.

Roger has a way of jovially barking out commands, ever in a good mood as he plots a course for the Marine outpost. It helps keep your own spirits high, even though you flinch at some of his shouts.

You do your best to stay out of the way. It’s similar to being on the Marine ship in that sense, idly wandering while the crew works. You’re passing by Scopper and Rayleigh when the blond calls out to you.

Rayleigh’s frowning, which makes you tense, unsure of what you did wrong. His formerly gentle voice now has a steel edge to it. “...Who did that to you?”

You frown, too, no clue as to what he’s talking about. “Did what?”

“Your neck,” Rayleigh says. “There are bruises.”

Next to him, Scopper goes pale.

Your hand flies to your neck, pressing down on your skin. Though you can’t see it, the dull pain is confirmation enough. Embarrassment washes over you, though it’s tempered by fear from the first mate’s chilly tone.

“Y/n,” Rayleigh says slowly, “you are a guest on board the ship. I need you to tell me who thought it was okay to lay a hand on you.”

You exchange panicked glances with Scopper, neither of you able to find the right words. Then another crewmate passing by helpfully answers in your stead.

“It was Scopper, but he wasn’t attacking or nothin’,” he says casually. “They were trying to fuck this morning.”

“No we were not!” You and Scopper shout at once, then each break into your own string of garbled explanations.

Rayleigh rounds on Scopper, eyes dark, and Scopper shuts up immediately. The energy coming off of Rayleigh is potent enough that you go quiet, too, even though it’s not directed at you.

“Gaban,” Rayleigh’s hiss gives you goosebumps.

Scopper holds his hands up defensively. “I-It was an accident! I swear!”

Although Scopper has since donned his shades, you don’t need to see his eyes to tell he’s genuinely scared for his life. Witnessing a powerful pirate like him cower under Rayleigh’s aura is unnerving, and it also strikes you with guilt. It was your fault for startling Scopper in the first place. You have to own up, even if the thought of attracting Rayleigh’s attention right now makes you want to wet yourself.

“R-R-Rayleigh,” you stammer, soul slipping from your body when he turns his piercing look to you. “Um…! It was my fault, s-so… Um… Let me explain?”

Like a switch being flipped, Rayleigh’s entire demeanor changes, all threat leaving his expression when he regards you. You let out a breath and proceed to describe what happened, covering your face in humiliation when you detail your clumsiness.

“So you see, it really was just an accident.” You lower your hands, peeking at Rayleigh.

Rayleigh purses his lips together, sputters, and then guffaws, bent over and bracing a hand on his thigh. His bellowing laughter draws heads, your face burning as a result.

“It’s not funny…” you mumble.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Rayleigh cackles, though he obviously disagrees. “I’m s-sorry.”

While it was at your expense, you far preferred Rayleigh laughing instead of angry. Beside him, Scopper’s whole body sags with relief.

“You’d better take responsibility, Scopper,” Rayleigh says, unable to suppress his grin. “Thanks to you–” he emphasizes the word, and Scopper cringes, “–our guest will have to endure questions.”

“Yes, sir. I will,” Scopper says. He thinks for a moment, utters “oh, I know,” and unties his sash from his waist.

You tense as Scopper leans over you, wrapping the beige sash around your neck. It’s a bit big to wear as a scarf, coming past your chin and drooping around your shoulders, but it does the trick. Your face can’t get any hotter, though for a different reason this time, that nice scent of his now hanging around you, sensed with every inhale.

“Thanks,” you say awkwardly. Ordinarily, you would protest, but you just want Rayleigh to be satisfied, and while you look a little silly, at least you won’t get weird comments this way.

It turns out that there was no need to worry about comments. Almost no one on the crew speaks to you at all. You’re not sure if you prefer it that way. On the one hand, they scare you. On the other hand, their cold dismissal makes you even more anxious. Maybe they’re mad they had to change course for your sake, or maybe it’s because you’re the child of Marines. At least you don’t have to worry about any of them hurting you, given Rayleigh’s earlier reaction.

(You worry about it anyway, though. It’s just how you are.)

There are two kids on board the ship, which makes you side-eye Roger. You’ve heard of the occasional pirate crew employing kids, and you don’t approve in the slightest. The Grand Line is hardly a playground, and a pirate ship is no place to grow up. For what it’s worth, the kids seem healthy, having no shortage of energy, yelling and playing together in between the menial tasks assigned to them. Though the kids shoot you curious glances, they follow the crew’s example and don’t speak to you.

In the evening, Roger gives you a tour of the ship, lovingly info-dumping about its specs, the special wood it’s built from, and even the shipwright who built it. He shows you every room in the ship proudly, even the treasure hold, laughing when you gasp at the piles of riches. You get the sense he’s not just showing off, either, eager to share a glimpse of his life with you for reasons you can’t explain.

At night, you and Scopper tactfully switch hammocks, you taking the lower one to prevent another disaster. Although you’re tired, it’s hard to sleep, plagued by general worries and specific worries and worries over things that have yet to happen. My clothes are filthy. I’ll have to borrow clothing from the pirates if I want to wash them… What if the pirates change their mind halfway through the trip and throw me overboard? Or sell me into trafficking?… Mom and dad don’t even know that anything’s happened. They’re expecting me to arrive with the Marines in a week. No one knows they’re dead yet…

Whenever you feel like you’re on the cusp of slumber, the dying screams of the Marines echo in your head and twist your stomach until you’re nauseous. You don’t want to wake anyone by crying, but it’s impossible to stop. Biting your tongue doesn’t help, a few tears slipping past anyway, and you do your best to muffle your sniffling. Hours pass, until you hear Sunbell get up, eerily light-footed for someone so big. No one stirs as he leaves the sleeping quarters, and eventually you fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

The sleeping quarters are emptier when you wake, only a fraction of the hammocks strung up. Sunlight filters past the porthole’s curtain, indicating you’ve overslept. The crewmates currently sleeping must be the ones on the night watch. You step lightly, careful not to wake them as you leave.

Day Two.

Like the previous day, the crew ignores you. It’s a stark difference from waking on board the Marine ship.

“Finally up, L/n Junior?”

“You’re so lucky you get to sleep in, L/n!”

The Marine crew called you by your last name, or ‘Junior,’ or both. Aside from the Captain.

“Morning, kid.”

“Please, Captain,” you objected. “I’m older than some of the recruits.”

“Still a kid to me!”

You blink away tears. There are five more days you have to endure here, and then you’ll be safe. Then you can tell your parents everything that happened, make sure the fallen Marines get properly recognized. You’ll almost certainly have to talk to someone high-ranking, which makes you anxious to think about. The higher-ups in the Marines have a reputation for being intense. But it would be a debriefing, not an interrogation. They’ll believe you… Right? Surely, they will…

“Hey there.”

You jump, whirling around to see Scopper. His thumbs are hooked through his belt loops, back slightly curved in a relaxed slouch. “Oh! Scopper… Good morning.”

“Try again,” he says playfully.

You glance indirectly at the sun, already past the apex of its arc through the sky. “Good afternoon?”

“There you go.”

You’re not sure if it’s his easygoing smile that makes your chest tight, or the memory of the other night. The fear of him blends together with the appeal you can’t deny is there, until you can’t tell where one starts and the other ends. It’s disorienting.

“I don’t usually wake up this late,” you say, a little self-conscious.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” you dismiss. “A shame... I missed the sunrise.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Scopper sounds pleased with himself. “I could wake you up for tomorrow’s, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“It wouldn’t be a hassle.”

You study his face, trying to figure out why he’s offering, but you can’t see past the shades. What does he gain from being friendly with you? Maybe it comes from working under Roger. It’s not a stretch, given that the captain himself is going to the trouble of sidelining his plans for a week for your sake. But the rest of the crew doesn’t care for your presence, so what’s Scopper’s deal? Is he just like that?

You shift from foot to foot. It would be nice to see the sunrise again. “If you really don’t mind…”

“Not at all,” Scopper says gingerly.

Warmth creeps across your face. You don’t respond, speechless from the amiable treatment. You can’t get used to it–it goes against everything you’ve been taught about pirates.

Scopper tilts his head at you, seemingly unbothered by your silence. “You missed breakfast and lunch. I bet you’re hungry.”

“I’m okay,” you lie quickly. For one thing, the rule on Marine ships is you don’t eat if you’re late. For another, the thought of going through their stores and getting yelled at for it ( especially by a pirate) is terrifying. “I’ll just wait for dinner.”

“Nonsense! Come on, I’ll take you to the galley. Spencer doesn’t like people going there between meals, but he won’t say shit to me, so it’ll be fine.”

Scopper walks past you without further discussion, waving a hand for you to follow. You do so, trotting a bit to keep up. “He won’t?”

“Nah. I outrank him,” Scopper smiles dryly, “not that rank’s ever stopped most of the crew from having a mouth, but Spencer respects the chain of command.”

“Oh… Okay.”

Upon entering the galley, you’re apprehensive to see the ship’s cook is already there, making preparations for dinner. Spencer looks up sharply from where he’s chopping vegetables when the two of you walk in, steely gaze flicking first to Scopper and then settling on you. The look alone is enough to freeze you in place while Scopper keeps going, unawares.

“Hey, Spencer. Give me a serving of leftovers from today’s lunch.” Scopper’s manner is laid-back despite him not actually asking.

Spencer glances at Scopper again, puts down his knife wordlessly, and goes to the fridge.

Scopper notices you’re no longer next to him and looks over his shoulder. “What’re you doing over there? Come on in.”

You swallow. Spencer’s back is currently turned, which helps you muster up the courage to enter. You step partially behind Scopper when the cook returns, now holding a plate of buckwheat noodles and a small bowl of sauce. He doesn’t say anything when he hands them to you, but his dour expression clearly highlights his dissatisfaction.

“You can eat in here,” Scopper says to you, and Spencer narrows his eyes, “or in the mess room. There are some crewmates in there, too, just so you know.”

Neither option is favorable, but you figure being around one frigid pirate is better than being around multiple. At least Scopper is here–he’s the only one aside from Roger and Rayleigh who doesn’t seem adverse to your existence.

That comfort is swiftly dashed when Scopper says, “I’m still on duty, so I’ll see you later.” He holds up his hands, showing the grease staining them from the ship’s ropes.

“Ah,” your voice comes out small at the prospect of being left alone with the icy cook. “Okay…”

Right before Scopper leaves the galley, he pauses and turns. “Hey, Spencer? Cool it on the eye daggers. I know you prefer being alone while you cook, but suck it up for a bit.”

Spencer looks like he wants to say something, his jaw set, but he doesn’t, just as Scopper said. He also doesn’t follow Scopper’s direction. Though you sit at the far end of the counter to eat, you can feel Spencer’s eyes on you like a physical thing. It may be your imagination, but he seems to chop harder, the chok chok chok of the knife echoing throughout the room and killing your appetite with how it unsettles your stomach. You force the food down anyway, afraid he would get even more upset if you bothered him just to end up not eating.

You wash your dishes when you’re done, carefully avoiding eye contact. Once you dry your hands, you take a slow breath to calm yourself, gathering the nerve to talk. Offering gratitude for a meal is another deeply ingrained habit.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, then try again, raising your voice a little, “it was good…”

The compliment doesn’t affect Spencer, his stony glare remaining. You don’t stick around any longer than you have to.

There’s nowhere on the ship you really feel safe. You walk up one side of the ship and down the other in agitated circles, like a pacing animal in a cage too small. It’s hard enough to be calm on a normal day–the current circumstances are overwhelming. Death lingering on your mind, surrounded by animosity, no place to escape, no choice but to trust someone you were told can’t be trusted. Uneasy, uptight, and confused from the kindness that’s been shown to you in between. It builds like uneven bricks, stacked loose and threatening to come crashing down.

You know you’re going to react disruptively. You know you’re not going to be able to hold it in. It always happens when you get wound tight enough, out of your control, your body taking matters into its own hands and doing something to relieve the tension.

You’re looking out over the ocean when it finally becomes too much. Digging your fingers into the railing, you tip your head back and scream.

The shame is immediate, even before you hear the crew go quiet. A lifetime of adverse reactions to your issues ensures that. You stare at the water, afraid to see their faces, knowing what their expressions must be like. You’ve seen it before, after all, from people who have witnessed your questionable coping methods in the past.

You hear footsteps approaching and tense. Roger comes next to you, resting his hands by yours on the railing. You glance his way, but keep your gaze low, not meeting his eye, waiting for him to ask you what the hell your problem is.

There’s a pause, and then Roger screams, as loud and as sudden as you did, making you jump. You look at him in shock. He grins down at you.

You stare back, unsure if he’s making fun of you at first. There’s nothing but mirth in his eyes, after all. But you don’t get the sense he’s teasing you–you get the sense that he doesn’t give a fuck. Like it’s a game. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel like he’s giving you permission, in a way.

You face the ocean and scream again, this time more intently, really pouring your frustrations into it. Roger joins you like a wolf joining a howl, shouting across the sea with even greater volume due to his size. The both of you scream like lunatics for a good minute. When it’s finally out of your system and your throat is sore, you meet his gaze once again, this time reflecting his grin. The both of you start laughing. It’s a little euphoric, the stress in your system temporarily replaced with bubbling joy. No words are exchanged, but you feel more connected to him in that moment than you have to anyone in a long time.

Roger doesn’t say anything when he leaves, either, returning to his duties like nothing happened. To your surprise, the crew doesn’t seem phased by the incident, continuing to work as if this was normal for their captain. It’s more telling than anything you’ve seen so far.

The bizarre display must have intrigued the kids, because both of them come bounding up to you a while later. They’re equal in stature, one with crimson hair beneath a straw hat, the other’s blue hair mostly covered by a beanie, his bulbous red nose standing out. You’re familiar with the brutal honesty of children, and await the inevitable “what’s wrong with you?” line of questioning.

The kid with the straw hat goes first. “You’re weird!”

There it is. You smile at the blatant lack of manners, having expected as much. “That’s rude, you know. Didn’t these guys teach you to introduce yourself to someone new?”

“We don’t have to!” Blue Hair declares. “Cuz we’re pirates!”

“Then I’ll pick something to call you until you tell me your names,” you decide. “How about… Tweedledee and Tweedledum?”

“NO!!” they shout indignantly.

“Okay, then…” You point at them one by one. “You can be Red Shrimp, and you can be Blue Shrimp.”

You giggle. “I can’t think of anything else, so that will have to do.”

“NO!!” Their angry faces are adorable.

“My name is Shanks!” Red hair protests.

“And I’m Buggy!” Blue hair adds.

That was easy.

“Hanks and Duggy?” you say cluelessly, just to mess with them a little.

“Shanks!” Shanks yells.

“Buggy!” Buggy cries.

You cover your mouth to suppress your laugh. “Ohhh, okay. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Shanks and Mr. Buggy.”

Buggy swells at the title, but Shanks takes it as condescending and is less impressed. “Don’t sweet-talk me, Marine!”

“Pfft!” Your sputter only makes Shanks madder.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, Shanks,” you lower your hand once you’re sure you can maintain composure, “and I’m not a Marine, by the way.”

“You’re not?” Buggy asks. “Then why were you on the Marine ship?”

“My parents are Marines, but I never enlisted. I was hitching a ride, that’s all.”

“Oh…” Buggy thinks for a moment. “But you’ve seen the higher-ups, right?”

“The higher-ups?” You wonder where this is going. “Some of them, in passing.”

“Have you seen the Buddha?” Shanks asks excitedly.

“You mean Vice Admiral Sengoku?” You’re a bit surprised–of course, any competent pirate crew would stay informed about their opposition, but you didn’t expect that the kids would know about it. Seems that Roger’s crew really is preparing them for a life of piracy. The thought is a bit distressing, but you try not to let it show. Right now, they’re both staring at you expectantly, eyes big. And you have just the story for them. “Actually…”

Their eyes get wider.

}---{

Dad was supposed to be off work, but there was an emergency call in the dark hours of the morning that had him rushing to the outpost. Once you woke up, you found his hat on the floor of the kitchen, forgotten in his haste. He could get in trouble for breaking the dress code, so you decided to bring it to him–it wouldn’t be the first time. Before you left, you assembled two simple lunches, too; dad and mom both complained about the quality of the food served on base.

You knew the layout of the building fairly well by then, heading directly to a room further in the back. As a Lieutenant, your mom had her own office, and while she probably wouldn’t be there right then, the Ensign that handled her paperwork would be. They could get the hat and lunches to where they needed to go.

Most of the servicemen you passed by greeted you with familiarity. More of them knew you than you knew them, making you wonder how much your parents talked about you while on duty. Sweet, but embarrassing…

Then you saw someone you’ve never met, but recognized immediately. You froze to the spot as he walked down the hall, headed to intersect your path. He was instantly distinguished by his hair, a perfectly spherical afro, and, of course, by the goat that followed after him. Your jaw dropped lower the closer he came. Until then, you’d only seen him in pictures–you had no idea he was that massive, but he towered over you at nine feet. His uniform was adorned with medals, and as he approached, he actually stopped and turned, looking down at you through black-rimmed glasses.

“V-Vice Admiral Sengoku,” you stammered.

Civilians weren’t required to salute to servicemen, but it was something your parents had taught you to do regardless. With one hand carrying the lunch boxes and the other holding a bag of rice crackers, your panicking brain decided the best option was to salute anyway. You did so with the rice cracker hand, the bag held to your temple in possibly the stupidest moment of your life.

Sengoku blinked, then smiled. “At ease.”

You dropped your hand. It took physical effort to keep yourself from trembling.

“Is it your mother, or father?” Sengoku asked.

“P-Pardon me?” You had no idea why he was talking to you. Surely, he had better things to attend to.

“Only Marines make their kids salute at soldiers. Is it your mother, or father?”

“Oh! It’s both...”

“Both parents? Then you must be L/n’s kid.”

It took you by complete surprise that he knew who they were, mouth hanging open before you found a response. “Um, yeah. That’s right.”

“Well, they’re lucky to have such a thoughtful kid,” he said warmly, glancing at the lunches. Behind him, his goat started chewing on his coat.

“T-Thank you, sir.”

“Take it easy.” Sengoku nodded at you and made to keep walking when a sudden, booming stomach growl reverberated out from his gut. He froze just like you had, face blank in disbelief as it echoed around the both of you, then grimaced at himself. “E-Excuse me. I had to skip breakfast.

You were too stunned to react right away, but once you regained your senses, you held out the bag of crackers in offering. “Um… Here, why don’t you have this? There’s still plenty of food in the lunch boxes, so it’s no big deal…”

“Really?” Sengoku said, accepting the bag once you nodded. “Thank you, L/n! That’s very considerate.”

You watched him leave, letting out a sigh of relief once his back was turned.

}---{

Shanks and Buggy howl with laughter at your description of Sengoku’s indignity, not really listening to the rest of the story after that, but you don’t mind.

“He really just let the goat eat his clothes?” Buggy asks.

“Oh, yeah,” you grin, “it does whatever it wants. I’ve heard that it eats important documents when he’s not looking.”

The boys get a kick out of that, giggling at the thought of the feared Buddha conceding to a goat.

“Taro said you’re a wuss, so I thought you’d be lame,” Shanks says earnestly, “but you’re funny!”

Ouch. It’s not an untrue statement, though. You can’t help but snicker at his cheek. “Yeah? What else did they say?”

It’s only natural that the kids would ask the crew why you’re sailing with them. You expect more insults, so Shanks’ reply catches you off guard.

“He said we need to trust in the Captain’s decisions.”

“...Did he? Huh…” That’s more conviction than you expected from the likes of pirates, but these pirates have repeatedly shown that they’re far from ordinary.

“Hey,” Buggy pokes you rudely, “it’s warm out. Why is your scarf so big?”

“Quit that,” you push his hand away. “I got hurt, so I’m hiding the bruises. I don’t want to worry anyone.”

“Can I see?”

“Sure.”

The following experience would become a life lesson for you, one in which you learned the value of lying to children. You remove the scarf, and both boys observe the marks on your neck curiously.

Shanks looks you directly in the eye and asks, “Are those sex bruises?”

The question hits you like a freight train, bowling you into slack-jawed silence. Then you whip your head around, immediately finding Roger further along the deck, and the pirate captain goes stiff at your death glare.

You face the kids again, trying to recover. “You don’t even know what that is.”

“I know what sex is!”

“Me too!” Buggy says.

“Let’s talk about something else,” you say firmly.

You don’t get the chance. A crewmate holding mops and buckets comes up behind the boys, inadvertently saving you.

“Enough slacking off, you little turds!” he thunders. “Get busy!”

Shanks and Buggy groan, but comply, taking the cleaning supplies with a dramatic show of reluctance before marching off like they’re being led to their deaths.

Mealtimes on the ship continue to be harrowing. The day shift eats together, congregating in the mess room. You’re bad enough with crowds without them consisting of armed pirates who could care less if you lived or died. You eat in silence and sit away from everyone else as much as possible.

Dinner is no different, you taking your tray and heading directly to a corner of the table. Though you mostly keep your eyes down, sometimes you can’t help but sneak looks at the crewmates, mainly eyeing their weapons. The man currently passing you by doesn’t have them, but he doesn’t need them, his visage fearsome enough on its own. Stocky and broad-shouldered, with a square jaw and a rugged scar on his forehead, he’s bigger than even Roger. He glances at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and you tense as your eyes meet.

The pirate suddenly lunges at you with a snarl, arms raised like he means to grab you.

You scream, stumbling back, the tray flying from your hands and its contents crashing to the floor. Rather than attacking you, however, the pirate bursts into hearty laughter, clutching his stomach. The crewmates who witnessed the spectacle join in, crowing around you that makes you burn hot as you realize he was messing with you.

Terrified and humiliated, you can only stare at the upturned dishes and the food spilled onto the floor. You wonder if Spencer will even give you another serving. You wonder if the rest of the trip is going to be like this. You wonder if your nerves will be able to hold out.

You want to cry, but you won’t do it in front of these pirates.

A shadow falling over you makes you look up. Scopper has stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the scarred pirate. You can’t see Scopper’s face, but you instantly get tense from the energy coming off of him as he looks up, arms crossed, at the bigger man. The others sense it too, going quiet.

“Mugren.” Scopper sounds calm and level, but you can feel the underlying threat in his tone. “Clean it up.”

Mugren looks surprised, obviously not anticipating a consequence. He takes a step back. “Scopper?”

Scopper’s voice drops low. “Clean it up before I make you eat your cigar.”

Mugren takes another step back, then scowls and turns away, muttering irritably to himself as he goes to take care of the mess.

“Got something to say to me, Mugren?” Scopper’s question is laced with warning.

Mugren stiffens. “No.”

“Ah, I see! I must have been hearing things.”

“M-Must be it.”

You shudder, going rigid once Scopper turns to you. “Go have a seat. I’ll bring you another tray,” he says coolly. Unlike Rayleigh, Scopper’s aura doesn’t abate right away, and you have to remind yourself that the simmering enmity is not intended for you.

You wait for Scopper at the table’s corner, and when he returns, it’s with two trays. He sits next to you, sliding one in front of you and the other before himself. He’s calmed down by then, voice gentle when he speaks. “Are you okay?”

You poke at the food with your fork, appetite long since diminished. “...Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about them.”

Why did you do that? Your head is buzzing with the question, longing to ask him but not able to find the courage. Why did you do that for me? Instead, you shrug weakly. “You’re pirates. I’m from a Marine family. It’s to be expected.”

“But you’re not a Marine,” Scopper points out. “You’ve never done anything to harm us. You shouldn’t be treated like you have.”

You glance at him. He’s not touching his food either, solemn attention focused on you.

“It could be worse,” you reason, “you guys could have left me on the Marine ship to drown. Or, you know. Worse… I’m grateful to be rescued at all. I’m not about to complain.”

“That’s a pretty gallant take,” Scopper says. “If I were you, I’d be pissed as hell over the whole thing.”

That makes you smile. Of course anger was one of your many swirling emotions during this whirlwind of an escort, but your forgiving nature meant it was often buried away or overshadowed by anxiety.

“I just…” you start, sighing, “I get nervous.”

“I sort of got that impression,” Scopper says, his smile showing that he’s teasing. “It’s fine.”

“If you say so.” You didn’t think it was fine, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

Scopper props his elbow on the table and rests his chin on his hand. “Since you’re not a Marine, what do you do?”

“For a living?” You feel a prickle of old shame. The truth was that your nerves were so bad you couldn’t hold a job, or at least not one your parents approved of. You mainly lived off of their income. “Nothing consistent, really. I’ll watch the other soldiers’ kids, or help my neighbor carry her things to the market, or make deliveries. Odd jobs like that. Sometimes I can sell a painting, but it has to be under my mom’s nose.”

“You paint?” Scopper asks, and you nod. “Why hide that?”

“She says it’s a waste of time. That I should put my efforts toward learning a trade.” You try not to look sullen. “I don’t want to, though...”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“Sketch, paint, play music. My neighbor’s teaching me to crochet, which is nice. Real soothing. I guess I like making things, but my parents don’t think it’s worth doing.”

“Neither of them?”

“Mostly my mom, but dad goes along with whatever she says. ‘Listen to your mother. She’s looking out for you.’ That sort of thing.”

“Sounds like a crock of shit.”

You laugh shortly. “And you know what’s best for me, Mr. Pirate?”

Scopper grins. “I didn’t say that.”

You smile to yourself. You’re already feeling a lot better, enough to be able to stomach food again. Scopper starts eating once you do, the two of you conversing in between bites, and you’re astounded at how easy it is to talk to him. You ask about the kids, learning that they’ve both essentially been adopted by the crew from a young age. The fondness with which Scopper speaks about them gives you some relief about their situation.

After you finish eating, Scopper leans forward to look past you to the other end of the table, where Roger’s sitting. “Hey, Captain!”

“What?” Roger shouts back.

“Whatever did we do with the loot from those weirdo Artsy Pirates we stomped a few months ago?”

You think this crew has no business calling any other one ‘weird,’ but you keep that to yourself.

“It’s still in the hold.”

Scopper sits back, turning to you. “Wait here. I’ll be a few minutes.”

You put both of your trays away in the meantime, wondering what he’s up to as you return to your seat. It’s a good ten minutes before Scopper comes back, and he’s carrying art supplies with him–a canvas tucked under one arm, mid-sized but looking tiny compared to the bulk of his body, and a bag in the other. He upturns the bag on the table in front of you, a palette clattering out along with paint brushes and tubes of oil paints.

“There we go. Now you have something to do to pass the time,” Scopper says cheerfully, handing you the canvas.

“Oh…” You don’t have anything smarter to say, humbled by his consideration. Accepting the canvas, you inspect it to see that it’s already been primed. “Um… Thank you. That’s… That’s really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome!” Scopper flops into the chair next to you, looking at you expectedly.

You take in his expression. “Right now?”

“Why not? You got anything better to do?”

“...Guess not,” you agree, making room for the canvas on the table and arranging the supplies before you neatly. Without an easel or smock, you’ll have to be extra careful not to get paint on yourself or the tablecloth–though the stains currently set in the latter probably mean that no one would really care, you won’t take chances with getting yelled at.

For a minute, you just look at the selection of colors, thinking about what you want to paint. A memory from yesterday surfaces, one of dazzling colors that left a stark impression. Something you saw for the first time.

You squeeze the colors you need onto the palette and start, using the largest brush to dab the canvas with a base layer of white in practiced back-and-forth strokes. The world around you fades out as you focus, the repetitive scraping of the brush fibers against the canvas almost hypnotizing. You don’t think about your current situation, nor that anyone’s watching. Nerves and stress seem to dull alongside the rest of your surroundings, a sense of calm settling over them like dust on a sill.

Once the base layer is even, you change brushes, dipping into the red paint next. It mixes with the white layer into a soft pink that you feather across the top half of the canvas, then switch to straight strokes for the bottom half. You don’t swap brushes when you add yellow next, letting the colors blend together. By the time you add lavender clouds, the intended picture becomes obvious. The puffy top half of the painting forms a sky, while the more linear strokes of the bottom half become the water. You paint a horizon line and add more purple to define the waves, then blend everything together. The white paint you use for the sun picks up the orange beneath it, merging into the color that you remember, and with a few more thin lines of white on the waves to indicate the sun’s reflection, it’s finished.

Reality comes back slowly, like someone’s turning the knob on a speaker, sights and sounds gradually returning to their original intensity. You have no idea how much time has passed, but the mess room has fewer people than it did before. Scopper speaks up next to you, making you jump–you’ve managed to forget he was there entirely while you were concentrating.

“That’s incredible, Y/n,” he marvels, “it looks exactly like yesterday’s sunrise.”

“Not exactly,” you say quickly, flustered from his reaction. “I was working from memory… If I had a photograph, I could be more accurate with the colors.”

“No, that’s pretty legit,” someone says behind you, making you jump again. You whirl around to see a few crewmates hovering over your shoulder. How long were they watching?

“Yeah, that’s really good,” another one says.

You shrink in your seat. “T-Thanks.”

The other pirates disperse now that the show's over, leaving you with Scopper. He studies the painting, then looks at you. “Have your parents seen your work before?”

“Yeah.”

“And they don’t approve?” Scopper sounds doubtful.

“Not really,” you smile ruefully, long since habituated to their criticisms.

“Then they’re either blind or ignorant,” Scopper says callously.

“Hey, now, easy. They’re still my parents,” you say, “even if we don’t agree on everything, I owe them, you know?”

Scopper levels his gaze at you. At least, you think he does. It’s hard to tell with the shades, but you feel his focus all the same. “No, you don’t. You don’t owe them anything.”

“Of course I do. They raised me,” you frown. “I get what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate your concern, Scopper. But you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve put them through. I have to make up for…” You trail off, unable to say it out loud. There’s a twinge of pain in your chest at the thought.

I have to make up for being me.

“You’re wrong,” Scopper asserts, “I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. They’re your parents–looking after you is their job. That’s the bare fucking minimum, Y/n. No one asks to be born.”

You go quiet. His words seem obvious in hindsight, but you'd never really considered them that way before. Scopper becomes impassioned as he continues, balling up a fist.

“I just hate the idea that we’re locked into a role because of things beyond our control,” he says, "that we can't choose for ourselves."

"That’s the way the world works." You hate the words as soon as they come out of your mouth. That was something mom always said.

Even with his shades, you can tell Scopper is looking you in the eye. "It doesn’t have to be."

You look at Scopper the same way he looked at your painting, with amazement, as the words sink in. Then your face falls and you shake your head. “There’s a reason for the way things are. We need order,” you say, but it comes out weak, not even convincing yourself.

“Is that what you think? Or what you’ve been told?” Scopper asks. “Who do you think benefits from the current structure? As it stands, the Celestial Dragons manipulate the World Government, the World Government manipulates the Marines, and the Marines manipulate the people. Like their lives are a board game. Are those the rules you want to play by? Are you satisfied with that?"

You don't have a response, his questions echoing in your head one after the other. Were you satisfied? Were you happy with the way things were? Not even in the grand scheme of things, but on an individual level? The discomfort that arose from the thoughts told you that you already knew the answer.

"I'd rather live in a world without shackles," Scopper says, tapping next to your painting, "a world where people are free to pursue what makes them happy."

"Are you happy?" you ask. It's more personal than you're normally comfortable asking, but suddenly you have to know. "Being a pirate?"

"I wouldn't trade it for anything." Scopper raises his chin proudly. "This crew, we’re going to sail to the end of the Grand Line. We're going to have an adventure unlike anything we can dream of. Because we want to. Because no one can tell us otherwise. That's the life I want to live."

Your eyes widen at the ambitious statement. Everyone knew that was impossible. Many explorers had undertaken the voyage, only to perish in the attempt.

“You’ll die.”

“Then I'll die having a good time.”

He keeps stunning you into silence. You contemplate the idea–a journey worth dying for. But it wasn’t about the journey, was it? It was about desire. Fulfillment. There’s something very appealing about that. Dangerously so.

You smile, mostly in disbelief at yourself. “I knew this crew was unusual. But now I see that you're crazy, too.”

“It’s not such a bad thing to be.”

You think about Roger, joining you in screaming at the ocean. You’ll never know why he did it, and you don’t have the nerve to ask. But regardless of his reason, the effect was the same: In that moment, you felt profoundly less alone.

“Maybe not,” you say thoughtfully, looking at your painting. You don’t have the skill, yet, to capture the feeling you had when witnessing that rising sun with Scopper and Roger and the rest of the crew. But you remember it all the same.

Scopper watches you, following your gaze to the painting. He’s quiet. Was he thinking about it, too?

“There are more canvases in the hold,” Scopper says after a minute. “I'll bring them out. You can keep those and the rest of the supplies in the crew quarters, to use whenever you want while you’re here.”

The rest of the evening is uneventful. You can’t stop thinking about your conversation with Scopper. Laying in your hammock that night, you look at all the sleeping forms hanging about the room. It wasn’t just Scopper who believed in those words. You’re certain that every one of these pirates feels the same way.

It resonates with you. It shouldn’t. What were you thinking, looking up to pirates? But you can’t help it. How could you hate the idea of following your dreams? To do what you want, no matter the consequences… What would that be like?

You close your eyes.

[Part 2]

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