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omg can ypu write something with one bed trope with shanks, rayleigh, rosinante/corazon and (if you’re comfortable writing him) maybe doffy?

I’d love if it could be like mutual pining ish and not established relationships 🫶

i don’t have a preference for how it’s written (like headcanons, blurbs etc) so just however you like it! i love to read the things you write 🤩

only one bed trope with the one piece boys

☆ characters: shanks, roger, benn, rayleigh

☆ up next: taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first w/ one piece boys

☆ a/n: absolutely loved this request! i'm still on marineford so i'm not super familiar with cora and doffy, but i promise i'll make up for their absence in this fic in the future ;3. enjoy!

shanks

It was a calm day at sea, with steady winds and vibrant sunlight.

Being a Red-Haired pirate meant drinking, and fighting, and a lot of playing cards, and more drinking.

As time passed you’d grown somewhat envious of crews with women on them. You longed to spend your idle time with other women, painting your nails, gossiping, even just spending time together.

Your crewmates tried as best they could, but there was only so much hair braiding grown men could tolerate.

Shanks, out of all of them, was the most eager to help you feel more at home. He let you paint his nails- though you were limited to red and black polish. He let you teach him how to make sugar scrubs, and even sometimes, if he wanted to “relax and rejuvenate” himself, he’d do facemasks with you.

You’d always thought he was handsome, even before you’d joined the crew. And had more than once found yourself staring at his wanted posters. But to be on the seas with him was an entirely different experience. The friendship that accompanied piracy was unexpected, but an unbelievably close bond.

You felt the same about all your crewmates, they were family and you knew you’d readily die for them. But you didn’t get the same butterflied around all of them that you got around Shanks.

When it was late at night and you were still outside completely unaware of the dropping temperatures and waning moonlight, he’d find himself making his way out of his cabin to find you and lead you back to bed, offering to braid your hair the way you taught him.

More often than not, you’d accept his offer, soaking in how gently he took your hair into his hands, his knuckles softly grazing the back of your neck.

You’d been lounging outside on the deck where the sun shone brightest, taking advantage of the unusually pleasant weather.

You laid out on a towel, the sun bathing you in that kind of pleasantly ebbing heat that makes you feel like it was coming from within.

You could feel your skin tanning, glowing, and glistening as the ship gently rocked back and forth.

Your bikini was tiny, a necessary measure to ensure that you got evenly bronzed, and you’d happily sauntered past your crewmates, unbothered by their playful whistles and cheers as you walked past them toward your spot.

After a peaceful fifteen minutes of sunbathing, you were joined by your captain.

“Mind if I tan with you?”

“Not at all, Captain.”

Shanks smiled, you knew he liked when you called him that.

He laid down next to you, your arms grazing one another.

You felt yourself dozing off, before a loud bang! woke you up.

You and Shanks both shot up, running toward the source of the sound, along with the rest of the crew.

A plug had gotten shot out of the hull of the ship and water had started flooding it.

Fuck, you thought, my room’s gonna flood.

Shanks and Benn barked commands at the crew and you all started working towards plugging the source of the flooding.

You were limited in your ability to help, given that you were still in a bikini and knew a lot less than your crewmates about plugging holes.

Shanks laughed as you got soaked by the water and by the time the problem was solved, he was out of breath.

You made your way back up to where you’d been, hoping to have caught some more sun before having to face your definitely flooded room. When you were greeted with the warm orange and purple hues of sunset, you headed to the kitchen for a beer.

You sat on the counter and turned when a slight knock on the wall beckoned your attention.

“Hey, Shanks.”

“So,” he started, not wanting to upset you, “Your room got-”

“Flooded. Yeah, I figured.”

You sighed, there was nothing of significant importance in there, and you knew you could buy new things, but it was going to be a pain in the ass.

“Thanks for confirming, though. I’ll go and buy new stuff next time we dock. The lack of a bed kind of sucks though,” you polished off the beer in your hand.

“Sleep with me,” he said.

“Ha. ha.”

“What? I’m being serious!”

You paused to consider it.

“Shanks, c’mon. I’ll take a bunk in the men’s quarters.”

“Not sure that’s any better.”

You laughed, “It’s definitely not.”

He got up and extended a hand toward you, which, after a moment of hesitation, you took.

“You don’t even need to grab anything, I have a bunch of extra shirts.”

“And an extra toothbrush?”

He smiled at you, “We can share that too.”

“Ugh, gross.”

You waited until you were really tired to actually make your way over to his bedroom, hesitating before you finally knocked on the door.

He opened it, and it was clear he’d made his best attempt to clean up his room for you.

You sat on the poorly made bed and told him his room looked nice.

“Good enough to sleep in?”

“Perfect.”

He smiled with pride. It was sort of adorable.

He sat on the other edge of the bed, unexpectedly awkwardly.

You decided to lay down and make yourself comfortable, you pulled the covers over yourself.

“Very soft,” you noted.

He lightly laughed and followed in suit, situating himself under the covers.

You had your backs to one another- it felt too foreign like you didn’t know one another.

You flipped over, “Shanks turn around.”

He happily obliged, turning with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Reaching down, he pulled the covers up to cover your arms and the two of you talked about anything and everything.

Neither of you remembered falling asleep.

You woke up later than usual the next morning, the sun was already high and beaming through the Captain’s window. The soft duvet that covered you seemed as though it was trying to keep you in bed, and it had the generous aid of Shanks, who had a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He was still asleep, it seemed, and was breathing gently.

You should’ve been up hours ago to get all your chores and work done… but you had a feeling that the Captain might let you off the hook this one time.

Sleep started to weigh down your eyelids again, and you let it wash over you, snuggling back into Shanks’ chest. You fell asleep quickly, but not before feeling him press a soft kiss

to the back of your head.

roger

The warm bath water, full of bubbles and essential oils, soaked into your skin, slowly sloshing back and forth and back and forth along with the steady lull of the ship.

The few moments you got to yourself were always cherished. They were rare, and when they did happen you always felt anxious, but you finally felt as though you could relax.

You dipped your head below the water a few times, letting your hair soak, braiding it over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let yourself let go of all the anxieties, and worries, and stresses that came with being a Roger pirate.

The dim warmth from the candles paired perfectly with the bit of moonlight that made its way through the bathroom window.

And, like clockwork, when you’d allowed yourself to indulge in the moment and started to finally relax;

Knock. Knock.

You sat up, sighing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you arranged the bubbled around yourself as the door opened.

Roger walked his head in, and just as quickly covered his eyes when he saw you in the bath.

“Sorry, Y/n,” he laughed, “Didn’t know you were taking a bath!”

“Right. Because that definitely isn’t what bath-rooms are for.”

He sheepishly tugged at the collar of his shirt, his hand still resting on his face.

“So…” he started, clearly guilty of something.

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Right. Right, well, you see, Rayleigh and I thought we might work on getting the boys to bond a bit more.. Since they fight so much.”

You sat in the tub, watching as he struggled to tell you why he really interrupted your alone time, not saying anything.

“Companionship is the most important thing for good pirates. Establishing connections. There is no better greatness than being loved, than having a partner, someone to rely on. And well, the boys are so young and they bicker so much and fight day in and day out, and so we figured we’d try and start patching that up while they’re still just kids-”

“The point, Roger?”

“Yes-” he stumbled over his words, “Yes- the point. Alright, so Rayleigh suggests a friendly game of catch, seeing as they were in good spirits and they agreed and so we started, just with simple baseballs at first.”

He slowly took his hand off his eyes and searched your face for some kind of expression, anything.

You gave him nothing, but your impatience was evident.

He cleared his throat, “And the boys seemed to enjoy it so I- so we suggested using something more challenging and… R-rayleigh found a bowling ball.”

You’d tried to keep a completely neutral expression, to keep him on edge. But at this, your eyebrows failed you and furrowed.

Still, you said nothing.

“And Shanks- strong boy, very adept and- and promising.. He, well, unintentionally of course-”

“Roger.”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “He threw it through your window. There’s glass everywhere. It broke the bedframe, there’s a dent in your wall. It-it’s a mess. That they’re cleaning.”

You remained silent. Wordlessly you stood up, earning an uneasy laugh from your Captain as he debated whether or not to cover his eyes again. He chose not to.

You walked toward him, reached past his shoulder, your nose grazing the tip of his, and grabbed your towel.

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel around yourself.

“So where am I sleeping tonight?”

Roger smiled.

“No.”

“Would you rather sleep with Rayleigh? Or share a bed with the boys?”

You huffed.

You’d decided to take the right side of the bed, since it was closer to the door and, as you had so eloquently put it, “Get the hell out of here” in the morning.

Roger had laughed when you’d said that and despite your best efforts to stay upset you smiled at him.

The two of you lay down on your backs, facing the ceiling.

“Comfortable?” he asked. “No.”

He shifted and brought two arms around your waist pulling you into him.

Your cheeks turned a violent shade of pink, you didn’t like not being in control.

“Roger!”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, “Captain’s orders.”

You sighed but obliged, letting him spoon you.

His arms were strong and you could feel the muscles of his chest through the thin t-shirt he wore.

“You’re hugging too tight!”

He relented, albeit slightly.

You pushed his arms out and crawled on top of him, laying down on his chest, resting your head on your hand which was propped up by your elbow.

He laced his hands together and brought his arms up behind his head, laying on the pillow and looking at you.

You liked this more, you were on top.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Do you ever worry about those two?”

He smiled one of his signature smiles at you, “No.”

You pinched his chest.

“Ok! Ok- yes,” he admitted, bringing a hand down to rub at the spot you pinched, “Christ, woman.”

You ignored him, “So do I. But it’s only because I know they’ll both be great. In one way or another.”

“Or another,” he laughed.

You woke up in the middle of the night, your arms wrapped around your Captain’s neck, head on his chest. His arms were around your waist and he was out cold, lightly snoring.

You smiled and pressed kisses wherever you could reach.

In the morning, your anger would return and you’d give both him and the boys an earful. Rayleigh, too, if he wasn’t smart enough to wait out your temper.

But for now?

You’d sleep.

When Roger woke up the next morning your side of his bed was empty. He groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

When was the last time I slept that well? he thought to himself.

There was more sunlight entering his room than usual and he turned toward the source of it.

There, right in the center of his wall was a gaping hole, perfectly round.

On the floor beneath it was a bowling ball.

He stood up, contemplating the mess in his room. He looked through the whole to find you barking at Shanks and Buggy to continue mopping the floors. You had a ruler in your hands and Buggy was rubbing the back of his head.

He laughed, loudly.

‘I think I’m in love,’ he thought, before going out to join you in yelling at the two.

benn

“I’d like to apologize in advance,” Shanks announced to the crew, earning several groans in return.

“Yes, yes,” he continued, “Well, as it would happen, I miscounted. Two people are going to have to share a bed.”

This time the crew responded with some cheers and whoops, and you heard more than one person mention your name.

You sighed.

Hopefully, it was Lucky and Yasopp. They probably shared their bed anyway.

“To decide fairly, Benny here suggested we draw straws.”

More groans from the crew.

“Tough crowd,” Benn mused.

Shanks held up a plastic cup with a bunch of wooden sticks in it like a child at an arts and crafts fair.

He shuffled them around before drawing two.

The air was hilariously tense.

Who cares if they have to share a bed? you thought to yourself.

“Benn! Haha!” he laughed, “And…. Y/n!”

The crew erupted into a cacophony of whoops and cheers.

Your cheeks darkened and you nibbled at the inside of your cheek.

Of course.

You made brief eye contact with Benn, who looked as cool and composed as ever.

Noticed only by your Captain, was the slight blush that dusted his cheeks.

The room was smaller than either of you had expected.

And so was the bed. You’d have to practically be on top of each other.

“I’m more than good on the floor, you take the bed. I only ask for a pillow.”

You gave him a look.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor Benn, and there’s only one pillow.”

You both sat in silence staring at the bed.

“I’m sure there’s a way… to work this out.”

You giggled, “In a 2-foot wide bed?”

Benn smiled.

“It’s funny. We’d die for each other in battle but a bed is where things get awkward.”

“It’s only awkward ‘cause you’re so awkward.”

He looked down at you, a somewhat insulted expression resting on his face.

“I’m fine sleeping with you!”

He raised a brow.

“N-no! No! Not like that! I’d never- I just meant like…” you gestured broadly toward the bed

“You’d never, hm?”

“See what I meant about you making things awkward?”

He laughed.

Sitting on the bed made things less tense, you folded your legs, sat on your heels, and faced Benn who sat leaning against the wall with his legs hanging off the bed.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, searching for a lighter.

He came up empty-handed.

“I have one,” you said, reaching into the front pocket of your bag to grab your pink lighter.

“Cute,” he leaned forward, cigarette between his lips, lighting it.

You flipped through some pages of a magazine as Benn read.

“Can I try it?”

“Be a little more specific, sweetheart.”

Your body warmed up at the nickname.

“Smoking.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, reaching for the cigarette that still resided between your vice-captain’s lips.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could reach it.

You blinked to look up at Benn, “Let me help.”

He took the cigarette from his lips and brought it to yours, which were already so obediently parted.

You inhaled the smoke, your lips closing around the cigarette, gently brushing Beckman’s fingers.

“Take it easy,” he said.

You breathed in, tears pooling in the bottom of your eyes, and tried to hold it in, but found yourself stuck in a spasm of coughing.

Benn laughed, and rubbed your back, before taking another puff himself.

You scooted closer to him, emboldened by the burning heat in your lungs, and were practically on his lap.

“Let me try again,” you asked, “Guide me.”

“Okay.”

He held the cigarette to your lips, and you awaited instruction.

“Gently suck in the smoke- don’t inhale, just suck lightly.”

You obeyed, your lips softly closing around the soft paper, drawing in the smoke to the back of your throat.

“Good,” he praised, pulling the cig away from your lips, “Now hold it there for a moment, let it warm your mouth.”

You held it, turning to look up at him.

It took him a moment to find the words he was looking for, what with a majority of your ass on his lap, your hands resting on his chest, your eager doe eyes looking up at him- he was getting rather distracted.

“L-like that, yeah.”

“Mm-mmm?” What’s next?

He smiled, lightly laughing, “Now just inhale through your mouth as you normally would, but do it slowly.

Your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as you inhaled the smoke, feeling a deeply satisfying burning sensation spreading through your lungs.

Benn had opened the room’s main window earlier, and a cool breeze had found its way in. You got up, to Benn’s obvious disappointment, and closed it.

This time when you sat back down, you inched yourself the rest of the way forward, making your way fully onto his lap.

Maybe it was the smoke that had started filling the room or the fact that now you two were alone and touching there was no point in denying what you’d been feeling for one another, but this time, as he drew the cigarette from his mouth you leaned forward and placed your lips on his.

His lips closed back around yours, slowly at first- not out of hesitation but indulgence.

You felt his tongue lightly swipe your plump lower lip, teeth gently pressing down against it, and you released a staggered breath into his mouth.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as your mouth flooded with the flavors of tobacco and an unidentifiable clean taste, almost like lemon.

His hands found the fat of your ass, and as he laid his back against the bedrest, now fully taking up the bed, he lifted you up so you were fully on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

A strong arm trailed up your back, resting his hand against the base of your neck, gently pulling backward to give him access to your throat.

He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his tongue swiping over every place he kissed. It made you incredibly sensitive and you started to softly squirm in his grip, moaning his name between kisses, holding half-lidded eye contact as strings of saliva connected your mouths.

You didn’t sleep much, despite Benn’s sincere efforts to get you both to bed. The last thing you vividly recalled before sleep outweighed your desire for more of him was how overwhelmingly sweet and sensitive his touch was on your body- how softly he handled you. His strong arms massaging your back and palming your tits.

The next morning you both awoke to a violent knocking on your door.

“Vice Captain! The Captain is requesting your presence, immediately!”

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes, the idea of leaving the intoxicating warmth of your bed making your head hurt.

To your delight, Benn simply wrapped his arms tighter around you and flipped you both over to face away from the door.

“Tell him to fuck off! I’m busy!”

You giggled, knowing that the crew would put two and two together.

For a moment you worried about how they’d react- was this something that could potentially be dangerous?

As though reading your thoughts Benn gave you another reassuring hug, his hands finding your boobs, lightly squeezing them.

“Worry about it later, Sweetheart.”

And just like that, you fell back asleep.

rayleigh

“Tired already?” Rayleigh teased, handing you the beer you’d sent him to grab.

“It’s ten past three, I should’ve been in bed hours ago.”

He laughed, rubbing your back.

“I figured you’d have gotten used to the late nights after a good expedition.”

You shrugged, “I guess, but I’m never more tired than when we’re done with an ‘expedition’.”

He smiled at your air quotes around his term.

You popped open the can of beer he’d handed you and took a few big sips.

The moon was full and the clear sky ahead meant perfect travel conditions for when the crew set sail tomorrow morning.

The salty air smelled like home, and you took a few deep breaths.

It was chilly out, but the fire in front of you more than made up for it, and you felt warm inside from the several beers you’d downed.

The ship was still full of life, but it was now concentrated into small groups of partiers that were somehow still awake.

Your captain was, of course, one of the main contributors.

You leant against Rayleigh as the both of you watched him and laughed.

Your vision slowly blurred as you closed your eyes.

A not-so-gentle tap on your shoulder woke you up. You blinked your eyes open, suddenly aware of how cold it was.

A pair of strong arms were wrapped around your body, carrying you bridal style.

“What the hell?”

“Calm down,” Rayleigh replied, “You fell asleep and I figured I’d bring you to your room but it’s- uh, occupied.”

“What does that mean?”

You jumped out of Rayleigh’s arms and peeked into your room to see what was going on.

Shanks and Buggy were passed out on your bed, several alcohol bottles littering the floor. They were sleeping back to back like a pair of milk-drunk kittens.

“I don’t wanna move them,” Rayleigh explained, “Or they won’t sleep for a week- what with all that alcohol in their system.”

You hated to agree but the two boys were energy houses if you’d ever seen one, it was best to let them sleep when they slept.

“Okay, I’ll take one of their bunks then. Not ideal but if it keeps them out of the way…”

You walked into the room to grab your toothbrush and makeup remover and slipped past your vice-captain to head toward the men’s barracks.

“Y/n, sweetheart,” he called out to you, “Hold on a sec, will ya?”

You turned, “Rayleigh, I’m tired and I haven’t showered yet- what do you want?”

He walked toward you, approaching you with his typical confidence, standing in front of you so as to block your path.

“Why don’t you spend the night in my room, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, and pushed him to the side, too tired to entertain him.

He grabbed your wrists as you tried to walk away, pulling you into his chest.

He stood you still, wrist still in hand, and bent down to talk in your ear, and for some reason you let him.

“I’d like to use this opportunity to remind you that my room has its own private shower.”

You sighed.

“And a bath.”

Private bathroom… clean sheets…. Rayleigh. You thought about it for a second.

“Okay, fine but only this once.”

His room was bigger than expected. You had half a mind to chew him out for living like this while half the crew was stuck sharing bathrooms and beds, but you supposed that was one of the perks of being vice-captain.

“What do you think?”

He winked at you.

“It’ll do, I guess. Where’s the shower?”

He laughed, and despite your best efforts to not inflate his ego, you also smiled.

He pointed toward the bathroom and you entered.

You stepped out of the shower and looked for a towel, failing to find one.

Fuck.

“Rayleigh! Where are your towels?”

“Top drawer, sweetheart!”

Double fuck.

You inhaled, “Rayleigh?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t… reach.”

You could practically hear the infuriating smile spreading over his face.

“Coming,” he said, his voice had a slight lilt to it.

He knocked before he entered and you covered yourself as best you could. Not like he hadn’t seen this much before, right? You’d worn bikinis on board.

Wrong. He walked in and was struggling to keep his eyes off of you, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

This made you feel good- great, even. To have Silvers Rayleigh blushing at the sight of you? Scoundrel or not, you’d take it.

He grabbed you a towel and eagerly turned around to hand it to you.

“You know you’re gonna have to remove at least one hand to grab it right?”

“Which would you like me to remove?”

He seemed slightly taken aback at your sudden reciprocation of energy.

“Surprise me.”

He looked down at you with an intensity that you almost recognized- but this was different. You’d seen how he looked at enemies, at pirates and warlords he was planning on killing, but this? This was full of desire and lust.

Surprise me, his words echoed in your head.

He was so irritatingly arrogant. So self assured. You figured a lesson might be useful.

Before he could register what was happening you landed a heavy slap to his face, and wrapped the towel around yourself.

He held his cheek in shock, watching you walk out.

“Pervert.”

You got into his bed, not bothering to put on any clothes.

Extremely aware of his hawk-like watch on you, you sat up in bed and peeled the towel off. You faced away from him, to ensure he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing anything.

You slipped under the covers and turned off the lamp at your bedside.

Within seconds you felt Rayleigh crawling into bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing kisses to your neck.

“Pretty as you are, you give me a headache, you know that?”

“I know.”

Another kiss to your neck.

He trailed a hand up and down your arm, lulling you to sleep.

Yawning, you felt sleep start to settle into your body, feeling as though gravity was pulling you down further into the mattress.

“This won’t happen again, Ray.”

“I know.”

Three weeks later, you woke up in your Vice Captain’s bedroom for the ninth time since that night.

His hands were tangled on and around you and he was snoring loudly.

You turned to face him, his arms stayed wrapped around you.

“G’morning,” he yawned, “Sleep good?”

You kissed him, and then kissed him again, and again.

“I did.”

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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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The Light and The Dark

Chapter 01. Encounter

Two years ago

The story begins two years ago when you were playing alone near your home late at night, suddenly you were attacked and kidnapped by human traffickers. At that time you desperately screamed for help late at night, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand because they were outnumbered. In the end you were forcibly taken away by them.

Your hands were handcuffed and were taken to their pirate ship. In addition to those bastard accomplices on the boat, you saw several girls about the same age as you and even little girls younger than you.

When the ship left the island sailing on the sea, they took you with other girls to a room for evaluation to ensure that the girls could be sold at a good price. It is simply humiliating us. You are treated as commodities even though are priceless.

When follow the queue, it's your turn go into the room to be evaluated. You didn't pay attention to what they were saying because you were still frustrated, and someone pushed you forward from behind and accidentally fell to the floor.

You got up from the floor and stood still to look at the asshole in front of you. You want to beat them up. But you don’t have that ability, you are just a weak girl now. If they go crazy, they will kill instantly or throw into the sea to feed the fish.

"Name, age, expertise?" The bastard looked you up and down.

"Y/N, 17 years old, can read and write." You said, holding back tears.

"Hey hey hey! Look! There is really high-quality goods! She can read and write! Mark her with a high price!" That bastard took your hand and stamped it with a red seal to mark it as high-quality goods.

You were born and raised on a small island, albeit in a poor family. But both parents are great, you learn some rare things from them. Mother was an explorer and father was a researcher of ancient literature, but both parents passed away a few years ago.

Their evaluation of you as top quality means that your value is high. They put you and other girls in separate rooms and locked the door. You curled up in the corner and cried secretly, you felt helpless and powerless.

You may have been sleeping in a dark room for a long time because of exhaustion and anxiety. Suddenly someone unlocked the door and called you but didn't wake up. The bastard slapped you and woke you up immediately.

The ship has already stopped at the dock, now they want to take you off to the trading location. He tied your hands with a rope and pulled you hard. You couldn't break free and had to follow them.

When you arrive at the trading location you see a bar. There is a woman at the door. She is the owner of this bar and the buyer who wants to buy you. She is sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette and waiting for you.

"Slow..." The woman looked at the person with contempt.

"Who told this girl to fall asleep? She's so slow!" That bastard slapped you.

"Hey, just because I bought her doesn't mean she'll be beaten by you." The woman blew out smoke in the bastard's face.

"Damn bitch!" The bastard choked and scolded the owner.

"Give me the girl and get back to your stinking ship." The woman said.

"Tch! If I don't have enough money, I won't sell you such high-end goods!" The bastard spit on the ground and left.

"Trash….Oh ya.Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ria. You are Y/N, right? I heard that you were evaluated as a high-end product." She put out the cigarette in her hand and looked at you.

"Well..." You looked down at the ground, not looking directly at her.

"It's such a shame that a beautiful face was beaten like this." She lifted your chin and looked at your face.

"Please let me go home." You begged her helplessly with tears in your eyes.

"I bought you with money. If you give me money, I will let you go." She let you go and said.

"I..." You couldn't help but shed tears.

"You have a pretty face, come work here. I will pay you on time, but you must listen to me. You can refuse, and I will sell you back to those garbage. Make your own choice, little girl. ” She lit a second cigarette.

"If I raise all the money, will you really let me go?" You hesitate.

"That's right. I buy you with money, and you pay me back. It's only natural and logical." She took a puff of cigarette and blew out the smoke.

You have no money or ability now, you just know how to read and write. Although it is a good talent, it has no value here at all. You have no choice but to accept her terms and work here.

Your job is as simple as taking orders and serving drinks to guests. Of course, you will still encounter some customers who are lewd and lustful towards you and suddenly harass you. Ria will step in for you and yell at them, but you still feel scared.

Two years later

You have been living under the same roof with Ria for the past two years. In her free time, she takes you shopping for beautiful clothes and teaches you some things you don’t understand. Although the first impression was not very good now you feel like she is like a sister.

The store temporarily closed today because there was a sudden heavy rain outside and couldn't go out. You and Ria had no choice to pass the time at home. You sat on the bed reading the newspaper while Ria sat next to you sewing handkerchiefs.

"Ria, why did you buy me in the first place?" You asked her curiously when you thought of this question while reading the newspaper.

"I originally just wanted to find a beautiful girl to work in the bar, then I found out that those rubbish were actually human traffickers. I had no choice but to buy you, it's better than letting you be with those rubbish." Ria said calmly.

"You can choose not to keep me, at least you will have less of a burden." You closed the newspaper.

"I never thought you were a burden. I just felt annoyed that those rubbish deceived me in this way. By the way, what are you reading?" Ria stopped what she was doing.

"Some pirate incidents and their bounties." You pointed to the report.

"Pirates...there is a very famous Roger pirate group recently." Ria mentioned.

"They are the headlines today. Look how high their bounty is!" You moved the newspaper to show Ria their headlines.

"One of their heads is worth two houses." Ria calculated their bounty carefully.

"It's so cool. You can go on adventures in all kinds of places." You smiled slightly.

"You said your dream is to have adventures everywhere, right?" Ria asked you.

"When I leave here one day, I will go on an adventure. Do you want to come with me?" You invited her with a smile.

"Let's see. I have a bar to run. If I leave, I need to find someone to replace me or close it permanently." Ria said her thoughts calmly.

"Well...it's your business after all." You whispered regretfully.

"You won't need me anymore by then, just go out and explore the world by yourself. Maybe I will see your bounty." Ria said with a smile.

"It's impossible. I'm not as strong as them to shake the world." You explained nervously.

"You have a very smart mind. You may be able to reach unknown realms with your mind." Although Ria is very calm, she is praising you.

"It's basically all written content. I'm still ignorant of the outside world." You said.

Ria got out of bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, while you continued reading the newspaper. Looking out the window, the heavy rain has not stopped. It should continue to rain for a long time. It seems that will not be able to open today.

You went to the kitchen to get the ingredients for dinner, while Ria went to do the laundry. Since you've been living together, your chores have been divided in turns. She didn't ask you, but you were willing to help her share the burden.

Tomorrow morning

The rainstorm has stopped, the weather has turned sunny, and the sun shines into your room. You are woken up by the dazzling sunlight. You forgot to close the curtains before going to bed last night. You got out of bed and saw Ria leaving a note on your desk saying that you should go to the market to buy some ingredients.

You change your clothes and go to the kitchen to check what ingredients are currently missing at home. You take out a piece of paper and record it before leaving the house. Ria's home is not far from the market, so you walk slowly and leisurely.

Island shore

Yesterday's heavy rain caused the waves to become unstable, and many ships sailing on the sea were swept to the shore, including the ship of the Roger Pirates. Some parts of the ship were damaged and could not continue moving forward. The crew temporarily bought supplies and materials on this island to repair the ship.

"It's a good thing that the weather is sunny. So glad didn't get swept into the sea yesterday." Rayleigh said while standing on the shore.

"Hahahaha, we are lucky, the ship was damaged only after it washed ashore." Roger burst out laughing after saying this.

"It's so dizzy." Buggy felt uncomfortable and said, covering his mouth.

"Luckily you didn't fall to the bottom of the sea. The heavy rain came, I really didn't dare go in the sea to save you." Shanks said with a smile.

"What are you talking about! You heartless guy!" Buggy grabbed Shanks and began to fight.

"If you dare!" Shanks started fighting with Buggy.

"You two, stop fighting and help deal with the ship's problems first." Rayleigh stopped the two of them.

"Scopper and Crocus went to the city to buy parts for repairing the ship. Let the four of us just buy supplies!" Roger suggested excitedly.

"Yes! Captain!" Buggy and Shanks shouted excitedly.

"Haha, kid." Rayleigh followed the three of them.

Market near the pier

There is a lively market near the pier where many people buy things. You go to the market to choose some fresh ingredients for your home. You organize the ingredients and put them into bags to leave the market. Suddenly you are hit by an oncoming child and the ingredients are scattered on the ground.

"Ouch!" The blue-haired kid yelled after hitting you and falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you. Are you okay?" You helped him up in a panic.

"Hahaha! You bumped into someone, I told you not to run so fast." Another red-haired kid laughed at him.

"Damn it Shanks!" The blue-haired kid stood up and shouted.

You showed warm concern to the blue-haired child in front of you, and he immediately stiffened when he noticed you. Two tall men next to you squat down to help you pick up the ingredients scattered on the ground.

"Are you okay?" You are concerned about the blue-haired child in front of you.

"I, I, I'm fine! Thank you for your concern!" The blue-haired child shivered nervously.

"Sorry, little girl, my friend bumped into you." A man in a red coat apologized to you.

"Come, miss. Your things." A man in black returns your things to you.

"Thank you. I feel relieved that your friend is fine. I'll leave first, bye." You said goodbye to them with a pure smile before leaving.

Rayleigh was attracted by your pure smile and gentle actions. He thought you were charming. He looked at your back and flowing long hair. Buggy froze in place and watched you leave with a shy look on his face.

"A beautiful little girl, right?" Roger smiled.

"It was so beautiful that Buggy was stunned in place." Shanks said with a smile.

"Shut up!" Buggy yelled to cover up his shyness.

"Stop arguing, hurry up and buy something now." After Rayleigh finished speaking, he looked at your back as you walked away.

"So beautiful." Rayleigh thought.

When you get home, you sort out the ingredients one by one and put them in the cabinet in order. Ria's absence at home means that she has gone to work in the bar. You pack your things and leave the house to help in the bar.

The people you just met in the market seem a bit familiar to you, as if you've seen them somewhere. You thought about it but couldn't think of it. You didn't think about it anymore and ran to the bar to help.

You arrived outside and saw Ria carrying wine boxes into the store. You step forward to help her move. You two usually move the goods before opening. You put the wine on the shelf, wipe down the tables and dishes and get ready for business.

"Y/N, clean outside the door. Yesterday's storm brought sand and garbage." Ria said while stacking wine bottles.

"Okay." You put on your apron and take the broom to sweep the floor outside the door.

You tie up your hair, roll up your sleeves, pick up the broom and clean everything outside. You take a bucket of water, put the cloth into the bucket, take it out, wring it out, and wipe all the windows of the store.

When guests greet you at the door, you put down the rag in your hand and open the door for them. Ria is responsible for preparing food in the store, and you are responsible for taking orders and serving food to customers.

Since you were sold here, your daily routine from morning to night has been working here. You were resistant at first, but Ria's care for you made you feel very at ease.

Near Ria bar

"I'm so hungry~ Can we find a place to rest and eat for a while?" Shanks asked while touching his stomach.

"I'm hungry too..." Buggy's stomach growled.

"Hahaha! Okay! Let's find a place first." Roger said excitedly.

"Why are there so many people in front of that?" Rayleigh saw many people surrounding the door of Ria Bar.

The four of them walked to the crowd to see what was going on, and heard someone in the crowd talking about a girl. Rayleigh was curious and looked through the window and see you serving food to the guests.

"What are these people doing? Can't see inside!" Buggy wondered why there were so many people.

"Don't you know? The most famous thing here is not only the good wine, but also the beauty of the girl in it!" Said a middle-aged uncle.

"What do they mean?" Shanks asked Roger curiously.

"To put it simply, there is a beautiful girl inside who will attract customers." Roger simply explained to Shanks.

"Excuse me, how many are there?" You walked out of the store and asked the people waiting in line.

"Girl! Do you want to have a drink with me? I'll buy you a few glasses of good wine." A young man raised his hand and shouted.

"It's the sister from just now!" Buggy waved wildly to you while riding on Roger's shoulders.

As you were being troubled by a young man you saw a blue-haired child riding on the shoulders of a man in a red coat. It was the kid who just bumped into you, and you waved enthusiastically to him.

Everyone except the four of them and you looked back. They were immediately recognized as members of the Roger Pirates. It was actually Captain Roger and Dark King Rayleigh standing together.

Everyone present was frightened by their oppression and stepped back to make way for them to go ahead. A man wearing a red coat and carrying a blue child walks up to you and gives you a big smile.

"Four?" You smiled politely.

"Yes, is there a seat?" The blue-haired child asked happily.

"Of course, come in." You lead them inside to sit down.

The patrons inside the bar were surprised to see you taking them to their seats. It's the legendary pirate group here. Everyone looked at them nervously as they took their seats, you handed them the menu first.

When they take the menu and look at the dishes, you serve the food to other customers first while they are looking at the menu. Buggy is paying attention to the way you work seriously, he looks at you intoxicated.

"Buggy, your mouth is watering when you see it." Shanks laughed.

"Nonsense!" Buggy quickly wiped his mouth.

"I understand Buggy. That sister is very beautiful, and every man wants to covet her." Shanks kept poking Buggy with his arm.

"Don't talk like I'm a pervert!" Buggy started to make trouble with Shanks.

"Hey hey hey, haven't you beaten enough?" Rayleigh smiled.

"Hahahaha! I really can't get enough of you two!" Roger laughed loudly.

"So lively. Do you want to order some food?" You asked, standing next to Roger with a smile.

"Two beers and two glasses of juice. Can you order the food for me?" Rayleigh closed the menu handed it back to you and asked.

"No problem, leave it to me." You walked to the bar and put the menu down.

"Y/N, do you know who they are?" Ria was mixing drinks.

"I don't know, do you know?" You asked back to Ria.

"You saw the newspaper yesterday. The two major figures of the Roger Pirates!" Ria put down the wine glass and told you.

"No wonder it looks familiar to me." You said calmly.

"What did they order?" Ria asked you a little curiously.

"Two glasses of beer, two glasses of juice. They said I would order the food, so I'll order a few signature dishes for them." You told Ria.

"I hope it's to their liking..." Ria became nervous.

Then you realize they were the legendary pirate group. You didn't realize right away that people like them were coming to dine in the restaurant. In fact, you noticed that everyone's expressions became very nervous since they arrived.

Ria made the drinks they ordered and handed them to you. You put them on the tray and walked to their seat. Suddenly someone came over and bumped into you on purpose, and Roger's drink accidentally fell to the ground.

"Hey! Come over and play with me for a while!" The man who bumped into you grabbed your wrist.

"Hey!" Ria shouted.

"I..." You were too scared to speak.

"Are you happy bullying a little girl?" Rayleigh grabbed his shoulder and glared at him.

"Dark King!" The man quickly let go of your hand and stepped back.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Rayleigh cares about you gently.

"It's okay, thank you." You bowed to express your gratitude to him.

You clean up the spilled water first, and then give them a new drink. Rayleigh returned to seat and continued see you working diligently and conscientiously, feeling so charming.

"You are so awesome! Rayleigh!" Shanks said excitedly.

"Hahaha! I wanted to beat that guy, but you got there first!" Roger laughed.

"That guy is waiting for the opportunity to tease her." Rayleigh said calmly.

"Tch! Pervert! Scumbag!" Buggy stuck out his tongue.

"Sorry for the long wait, your drinks are here." You put the drinks in front of them.

"Thank you! Sister!" Shanks and Buggy said happily.

"You're welcome, I wanted to thank you for helping me out." You said to Rayleigh.

"Don't worry about small things." Rayleigh said modestly.

"Hahaha! Just hope you're okay, little girl! Otherwise, that guy would be doomed." Roger took the drink and drank.

"Sister! What's your name!" Shanks raised his hand and asked your name.

"Me? My name is Y/N." You simply introduced yourself.

"My name is Shanks! This blue-haired clown is Buggy! The one who just saved you is Rayleigh! This one who is drinking is Roger!" Shanks introduces you to the other people sitting together.

"Hehehe, hello there. Nice to meet you." You laughed out loud because Shanks' introduction felt so cute.

"Wow..." Buggy was stunned when he saw your smile.

"Your food will be ready soon, please wait patiently." You waved and left their seats.

"Sister with a sweet smile." Shanks praised you.

"That's right. She must have gone through a lot still smile so calmly when she encountered that kind of thing just now." Rayleigh took a swig of beer.

"What a gentle sister." Buggy said with a smile.

"I wonder if she is willing to go on an adventure with us?" Roger suddenly said.

"Huh?! Do you want to invite her!?" Buggy was surprised by Roger's question.

"It depends on her heart whether she wants it or not. Our ship will be repaired and leave the island. I don't know when we will meet again in the future." Rayleigh expressed his opinion calmly.

"I hope she will join. We are a little tired of all our members being men." Shanks laughed after saying this.

"Hahaha! I hope so too!" Roger laughed.

"It would be really troublesome if she joins. She has to take care of you kids and the troubled captain." Rayleigh said with a smile.

You hear their laughter is lively, they must be talking about interesting topics. Rayleigh saw you looking at their seats, he raised his glass smiled at you and you waved back.

You pick up their food and walk to their seat place the food in front of them. Shanks and Buggy showed salivating expressions, Roger and Rayleigh laughed out loud at their expressions.

"These are our store's signature dishes, I hope you like them." You said with a smile.

"It smells so good, sister!" Shanks praised the taste of the food.

"My mouth is watering just looking at it!" Buggy stared at the food.

"Hey little devils, let's eat." Rayleigh smiled.

"Eat quickly! I'm so hungry!" Roger said with a smile.

They picked up the tableware and started eating. The two children ate quickly and looked like they were enjoying it. You couldn't help but laugh, and they laughed too when they saw you laughing. Maybe they are not as scary as you think.

Rayleigh and Roger ate heartily and raised glasses to drink. You refill their glasses and let them continue drinking happily. Although their laughter is loud, you are very happy to hear it.

"They are so happy." Ria was wiping the wine glass.

"Yeah, those two kids are so cute." You told Ria what you thought about Shanks and Buggy.

"The legendary pirate with two children is really cute." Ria laughed softly.

Suddenly someone kicked in the door, you looked in panic to see that it was the human trafficker from two years ago. They swagger in, sit down at random, light cigarettes, then point at you motion you to come over and entertain them.

All the guests present looked at their behavior strangely. A group of human traffickers gathered here, loud and slovenly. Because there are so many people, everyone is still afraid to keep quiet.

You took the menu started to walk away, Ria stopped you refused to let you go. You comforted Ria, calmed down and walked to their seats to entertain them. You hand them the menu and stand around waiting for their order.

"Wow, top quality is really different! You have become even more beautiful as you grow up." The bastard looked at your face and said.

"Thank you for the compliment." You replied calmly.

"Hey, how much does it cost to come with me?" That bastard asked, holding your hand.

"Hey! They are bullying sister!" Buggy was very unhappy.

"Calm down, Buggy." Rayleigh stopped him.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Ria came to Roger's table and asked.

"What's the matter, miss?" Roger looked at Ria and asked.

"Actually, Y/N was sold to me by those bastards. They keep harassing her. They are so numerous that I am worried about Y/N's safety. If there is anything, can you please help protect her?" Ria bowed and begged Roger.

"Keep your head up, miss." Roger took a swig of wine.

"I have that plan." Rayleigh held his sword and waited for the opportunity.

"Sorry, you can only order what's on the menu." You told him patiently, pointing to the menu.

"I'm asking you something, so you'd better listen to me honestly. How much is it?" The bastard grabbed your hand hard.

"Sorry, I'm not on the menu." You said to him with a smile.

"You bitch!" He stood up angrily.

That bastard is holding on to your hand and can't break free because of his strength. He stood up raised his hand about to hit you, but you didn't flinch just stood there waiting for him to take action.

Suddenly there was a strong murderous aura, and everyone turned to look at Roger and his group. Rayleigh slowly stood up and walked towards you, holding his sword in his hand.

"Rayleigh you..." You looked worriedly at Rayleigh walking over.

"Go away, it's none of your business here. Don't mess with it!" The bastard pointed at Rayleigh and said.

"If you bully her, I will be very troubled." Rayleigh looked at him and said.

"This is not bullying! She is a commodity, I just want to buy her!" That bastard grabbed your hand harder.

"It hurts!" His grip hurt you.

Rayleigh drew his sword and put it at the bastard's neck. The bastard was frightened by his murderous intent and the edge of his sword and pushed you away hard. Rayleigh stretched out his other arm to hug you to keep you steady.

"Tch! I remember you!" The bastard pointed at Rayleigh and warned him.

"I'll accompany you." Rayleigh said while protecting you.

After the group of human traffickers left, Rayleigh put the sword back into its scabbard. You felt a little relieved, thanks to him coming to rescue and helping you. Otherwise, they must be rude to you now.

"Are you okay?" Rayleigh asked, still holding you in his arms.

"I'm fine. Thank you for helping me a second time." You smiled in thanks.

"I'm happy to." Rayleigh was relieved to see that you were not hurt.

"That...your hand..." You looked at his hand holding you awkwardly.

"Oh! Sorry." Rayleigh took back his hand.

"It's okay." You simply replied and went back to work.

Rayleigh touched you for the first time. He could feel your body temperature when he hugged you just now. The first intimate contact made him a little overwhelmed, so he didn't let you go directly for a while.

He returned to seat, put his sword next to him and took a sip of wine. Shanks and Buggy kept admiring and praising Rayleigh's strength and dominance. Roger also continued drinking with Rayleigh.

"Those pieces of trash just came to destroy the place even though they were still alive." Ria said angrily.

"Ria... to be honest, I'm a little scared. Thanks to Rayleigh being here today, what if they come again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even after that..." you said frustratedly.

Rayleigh occasionally glanced at you at work, but when he saw the scene, he became a little worried. Because you look sad, he doesn't know why he cares about you so much but wants to know what's wrong with you.

Night

You were cleaning up before closing, while Ria was sorting out the goods and accounting books. After you went outside to clean, you felt like someone was watching you. You turned around to look at the fellow bastards.

"Ria!" Yoh shouted and they knocked you unconscious and took you away.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Eh?" Ria stood outside the store and wandered.

Ria stepped on something. She squatted on the ground and picked it up. It was a bracelet with your name engraved on it. Ria tightened her grip on the bracelet, knowing something bad had happened. Ria closed the shop and looked around for you.

Ria ran down the street and shouted your name but there was no response and no sign of you. She asked passers-by if they had seen you anywhere, and they all said no. It happened a little girl said that someone was carrying you and ran into a hut in an abandoned area.

Roger Pirates on the Shore

Scopper and Crocus prepared the materials for ship and started repairing. Rayleigh and Shanks packed the purchased supplies into boxes. Buggy and Roger sneak out to walk around the streets.

Ria saw Roger and Buggy on the street and immediately stopped them. Buggy remembered that Ria was your friend and he said hello. Roger noticed that Ria's expression was panicked.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked after comforting Ria.

"Y/N! Y/N has been kidnapped!" Ria told Roger nervously.

"Sister has been kidnapped?!" Buggy was surprised when he heard it.

"That little girl?! When did it happen?" Roger asked hurriedly.

"A girl saw her being taken to a hut in a deserted area!" Ria said to Roger in panic.

Roger took Ria and Buggy to the shore of the island where they parked the ship. Roger ordered Rayleigh to stop what he doing and immediately follow him to rescue you.

Rayleigh heard that you were kidnapped, he became angry and murderous, scaring Buggy and Shanks to hide behind Roger. He couldn't sit still and directly picked up his sword prepared to go to the hut for rescue.

Basement

The boss of the group of traffickers tied you to a chair and poured a bucket of cold water on to wake you up from your coma. A bucket of cold water is poured over you and you feel so cold that your body is shivering.

Although your vision was a little blurry, but sure the bastard who kidnapped you was also present. You hear their laughter and noise and it makes you feel sick.

"You're living a good life, top quality." Their boss grabbed your face and said.

"It's you again..." You said helplessly.

"Did you miss us?" He pulled your hair.

"No need." You said expressionlessly.

"That face is so beautiful! She still has personality now!" He slapped you hard twice.

"Trash..." You spat on the ground.

"Have the guts to say it again!" He choked your neck and said angrily.

"Are you deaf?" You raised the corner of your mouth to look down upon him.

"Fuck!" He kicked you in the stomach.

His kick just now was so hard you fell to the ground coughing wildly. He stomped on your stomach hard that you whimpered loudly because the pain was unbearable. You wanted to cry and die, but you didn't want to give in to them.

You endured being beaten by them, knowing that there was nothing you could do but it was better than not resisting at all. You grit your teeth and endure the pain and let them abuse you. If you obey them, you might as well die.

Outside the hut in the abandoned area

"Rescue the little girl!" Roger raised his fist and shouted.

"Of course." Rayleigh held the scabbard.

When the Roger Pirates arrived, they saw no one guarding the outer door, not even a human figure. Roger drew his sword and broke through to the hut. Rayleigh also drew his sword and followed Roger.

Basement

The oil lamp hanging in the basement room flickered, there was a noise from upstairs. The group left you and the boss alone, the rest ran upstairs to find out what was going on but never came back.

The bastard in front of you has noticed something is wrong. Before he leaves, he kicks you again, picks up the weapon and walks upstairs. You were tied to the chair, unable to break free and allowed him to beat you. Now you fell to the ground, vomiting blood and lost consciousness.

Upstairs

The bastard went upstairs investigate and saw a terrible scene. All his subordinates fell to the ground. He saw two men, Roger and Rayleigh knocking down the rest of his men.

They turned around to see a man glaring at them with a weapon. Roger was sure that the man in front of him was the boss of these people. When Rayleigh was about to take action, Roger stopped him.

"Are you their boss?" Roger asked with a smile.

"You are...!" That bastard has already realized who Roger is.

"Rayleigh, go find her. I'll do this guy." Roger happily ran towards the enemy to fight.

"Okay." Rayleigh retracted his sword moved separately with Roger.

"Little girl a, maybe she's dead. It's such a shame to have a pretty face." The bastard said with a smile.

Roger rushed up and punched him in the stomach, causing the bastard fall to the ground and vomit blood. Roger grabbed him by the collar pulled him up and asked where you were being held.

When Rayleigh found out, he snatched the key and rushed to find you. He unlocked the basement door went down the stairs to see you tied to a chair and lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Y/N!" Rayleigh drew his sword and cut the rope that bound you.

"Hold on! I'll get you out right away!" Rayleigh let you lean into his arms.

"Ray….leigh…" you whispered.

"It's me! I'll get you out now!" Rayleigh picked you up.

"The third time..." You whispered leaning into his arms.

"I'm late." Rayleigh hugged you and left the basement.

"...I've been waiting for you..." After saying that, you fell into a coma.

Ria's house

Rayleigh took you and followed Ria back to her home, while Roger went to the ship find Crocus to treat you. After Rayleigh arrived at Ria's house, he put you on the bed and stayed with you while waiting for Crocus to arrive.

After Roger and Crocus arrived at Ria's house, they began to examine and treat you. Shanks and Buggy were worried about you, so they secretly followed you to find out what was going on, but they were caught by Roger.

A few hours later, Crocus came out of the room and explained to everyone how serious your injuries were. You still in a coma and waiting for you to wake up. Ria felt guilty for not noticing you right away.

"Thank you, I don't know how to repay this kindness." Ria bowed to Roger to express her gratitude.

"You're welcome! Thanks to her, I have a delicious meal today!" Roger laughed.

"Crocus, will sister be okay?" Shanks and Buggy were both worried.

"I've treated everything that needs to be treated, now she has to rely on herself." Crocus said.

"She will be fine! When she wakes up, I will invite her to adventure in the world together!" Roger said loudly.

"Adventure? Really!" Ria asked what Roger just said.

"Of course I'm serious!" Roger laughed.

"Then please take her away!" Ria said seriously.

"Why?" Rayleigh was very confused about what Ria said.

"Actually, she was a girl who grew up on a small island. Unfortunately, she was kidnapped by those traffickers. At first, I wanted to find someone to work for me, but I didn't expect that the people who traded her were those traffickers. I thought about if I didn't buy her she must been mistreated by them, in the end I couldn't bear it so I bought her." Ria tells about your encounter with her.

"So that's what happened." Rayleigh understood what Ria meant.

"She has a very smart mind! She always reads books and texts that are difficult to understand." Ria mentioned these key points.

"But we still have to ask her what she wants." Crocus said calmly.

"She has never been anywhere else except here and the island she used to live on. Her dream is to have adventure." Ria said.

"It's a good dream." Rayleigh said softly.

After the Roger Pirates left, Ria went to your room sat by your bed to take care of you. She knew you would leave her and now she knew it was a good time. It's time for you to go on an adventure with the Roger Pirates.

The next day afternoon

You wake up and see parts of your body covered in bandages. You slowly got out of bed, Ria left a note asking you to rest today. You guessed that Ria was already at work by this time.

Yesterday you had the impression that Rayleigh saved you from that place. You haven't thanked him in person yet, but don't know where he will be. You leave your house with your crutches and walk slowly down the street looking for them.

You walked to the market near the pier and saw Shanks and Buggy jumping over with two bags of fruit. You call their names and they run straight to you.

"Sister! Why did you get out of bed!" Shanks said in a panic.

"You have to rest!" Buggy yelled in panic.

"I want to thank Rayleigh and Roger in person. Can you take me to see them?" You asked them politely.

Shanks and Buggy hesitated but decided to accompany you to find them. You walked a little slowly with crutches, Buggy and Shanks matched your speed walked beside you to keep you company.

When arrived at the shore, you saw a pirate ship and several crew members. You see Rayleigh moving boxes and Roger helping to organize things. Shanks and Buggy quickly ran to call them both.

Shanks pulled Rayleigh to look in your direction. He quickly walked over to you with a wooden box and put it down. After patting the wooden box clean, he supported you with his hands and asked you to sit down slowly.

"You ran out like this?" Rayleigh asked standing in front of you.

"I want to say thank you." You said politely.

"You don't have to force yourself to move when you're still hurt." Rayleigh cares about you.

"I volunteer. You are pirates and will leave the island any time. I want to finish talking before you leave." You confess to Rayleigh.

"I know, I can't defeat you." Rayleigh smiled warmly.

"Little girl! You came just in time!" Roger ran over and stood in front of you.

"Hi Roger." You waved hello.

"Would you like to join me! Let's go on an adventure together!" Roger enthusiastically extended his hand to invite you.

"Huh?! I don't have any expertise! I don't even know how to fight!" You waved your hands in panic.

"Your friend told me that your dream is adventure. Why don't you give it a try?" Roger asked doubtfully.

"I..." You were excited when you heard Roger's invitation, but you were hesitant about what to do.

"The ship is almost repaired can set sail tonight. If you want to come, just come. We welcome you to join." Rayleigh pushed Roger aside and stood in front of you and said.

"Hey! Rayleigh!" Roger wanted to interrupt.

"Of course we will respect your decision and won't force you." Rayleigh said calmly.

"Thank you. I'm leaving first." Rayleigh helped you up and you picked up the crutches and left.

Rayleigh felt sorry for you when he saw your hesitant expression. He wants you to join him in adventuring the world. But he knows that some things cannot be forced on you.

"You obviously want her to join, why don't you keep her?" Roger poked Rayleigh curiously.

"She has her own ideas, I can't force her." Rayleigh continued to work on his things.

You walked slowly on the street, thinking about Roger's invitation just now. He was right, why didn't you give it a try? Your dreams are adventures, life goals worth challenging.

Ria was sitting on a chair when you opened the door. When she saw you, she stood up and came over to help you. When you see Ria, you are thinking about how much money you still owe her and how you want to tell her what Roger just said.

"Ria, actually Roger and the others..." You said sitting on the chair.

"They invited you to go on an adventure, right?" Ria said calmly.

"You knew?" You were surprised that Ria knew about this.

"I know. If you want to go, go. I support you." Ria said.

"But, but I haven't paid back the money yet..." You were surprised to hear that Ria supported you.

"No need. You are free and will no longer be bound." Ria said sitting next to you.

"But Ria..." You hugged her with tears in your eyes.

"Don't be like this, I will be even more reluctant if you hold me like this. But will be lonely. Without your three meals a day, no one will accompany me to buy beautiful clothes. But I am very glad that you stay with me like a sister." Ria hugged you with tears in her eyes.

"Me too. Thank you, sister." You shed tears and hugged her.

"Remember to write a letter! Come back and see me occasionally! Your bounty should be high! I want those who bully you to know how scary you are!" Ria said loudly.

"Hahaha, okay. I'll try my best." What she said made you laugh.

Night

The Roger Pirates confirmed that the ship had been repaired, that all supplies and cargo boxes had been loaded, that it was ready to set sail at any time. Rayleigh looked at the repaired boat and felt happy but a little regretful.

He’s looking forward to adventures with you, seeing you for the first time is like an incredible being. He wanted to convince you to go like Roger, but he chose to respect your decision.

In the future, if there is a chance he will come back to this island to see you someday in the future. Now he just hopes that your injury will heal quickly and you will smile as usual tomorrow.

"Want to see her?" Crocus asked sitting next to her.

"No. If I see her, I won't want to leave." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Soft spot for you." Crocus complained about Rayleigh.

"Sister won't come with us..." Buggy was a little sad.

"She also has friends living here, we can't force her." Shanks comforted the sad Buggy.

"She is an adventurous person. It's a pity that she didn't come with her." Roger said calmly.

"Roger, the wind direction is good, it's almost done." Scopper came to find Roger.

"Okay! Get ready to leave!" Roger stood up and shouted.

"Please wait!" a female voice yelled.

All members of the Roger Pirates followed the direction of the sound and saw it was you waving to them. Ria carried your luggage and helped you walk slowly. Shanks and Buggy rush directly in front of you.

"Sister! Why are you here?" Shanks and Buggy looked at you happily.

"I'm not late, am I?" You asked with a smile.

"Is it?!" Buggy and Shanks shouted excitedly.

"Roger, I'll join you." You said to Roger.

"Hahahahahaha! I knew it! Welcome!" Roger laughed loudly.

"Keep an eye on her, she can be very confused sometimes." Ria said from behind you.

"Ria! You!" You looked at Ria shyly.

"Yahooo! Sister is here!" Buggy and Shanks hugged each other and jumped up and down.

"Let me get your luggage." Rayleigh took your luggage.

Rayleigh carried your luggage and stretched out his other hand to help you walk slowly. Shanks and Buggy were happily walking and playing, while Ria was watching your back as you boarded the ship.

You turned to Ria, smiled and waved goodbye, she watched you leave with tears in her eyes. Seeing that innocent smile on your face, she knows you are happy. You are about to leave. She is a little lonely but she believes that will see you someday.

Rayleigh helped you to the ship, you looked at Ria who was watching you off on the shore. You waved goodbye to her repeatedly, and she waved goodbye to you with tears in her eyes.

You left this place, left Ria. You have now joined the Roger Pirates and going to see the world and adventure with them. Your tears couldn't help falling, you wiped the fallen tears with your hands.

"Set sail!" Scopper commanded.

The ship leaves the place where you once lived and sails on the sea at night. The smell of the wind and the sea, you are no longer locked in a room. You can see the waves rolling outside and the vast sky.

"Rayleigh..." You looked at Rayleigh who was helping you.

"What's wrong?" Rayleigh looked at you blankly.

"This is what you see every day." You said softly.

"Yes, we will see it every day." Rayleigh looked at the sky.

"Very beautiful." You said with a smile.

"You will see the same scenery with us in the future." Rayleigh chuckled.

Shanks and Buggy ran over to the two of you after cleaning the room Roger prepared for you. Rayleigh helped you to the room, and Buggy took your luggage and followed.

Open the door to see a bed, desk, bookshelf, wardrobe and small window. The room is neither big nor small, just like your previous room. Buggy put luggage on the floor while you looked around the room.

Shanks explain to you simply. Everyone takes turns using the bathroom. You are the only girl so remember to lock the door. The boat will be guarded in turns at night, the dining area is shared by everyone. Everyone takes turns doing the cleaning.

It's late, Rayleigh takes Buggy and Shanks out of your room to let you have a good rest. After closing the door, you unpacked your luggage and packed everything inside neatly.

"My new life..." You take a diary from the desk and write down your story.

The first thing you do after boarding the ship is write down your stories and adventures in a journal. After you were sold to Ria, you didn't have the chance to go on any adventures. Now that you've started sailing with the Roger Pirates, it's something worth recording.

After you finish writing the diary, you close it and put it on the desk. It's already night time, you take off all your clothes and put them on the bed, then go to the closet to get a fresh set of clothes to change into.

"Y/N, can I help you with anything?" Suddenly someone opened your room door and walked in.

You haven't changed your clothes yet and completely naked. The person who opened and entered your room was Rayleigh. You two looked at each other and felt awkward. Rayleigh covered his eyes with hands.

"Sorry! I forgot to knock the door!" Rayleigh explained in a panic.

"Get out!" You slapped him and pushed him out of your room, closing the door hard.

You put your clothes on quickly. It was so embarrassing that he saw your naked body. Blame yourself for not locking the door, which makes you an idiot.

Rayleigh was flattered when he saw your naked body and graceful figure. In his understanding, you are a pure and gentle girl, but after seeing your body just now, he immediately felt something bad.

"Rayleigh! What happened to your face! Were you attacked by the enemy?" Scopper was startled when he saw the slap mark on Rayleigh's face.

"No, I brought it upon myself." Rayleigh followed Scopper to find Roger.

"Hahaha! What happened to the slap mark on your face! Who hit you!" Roger sprayed wine and laughed when he saw it.

"I was beaten by Y/N. But it was my fault first." Rayleigh didn't say what happened.

"Sister can actually beat the Dark King." Shanks was surprised when he heard it.

"A ruthless character." Buggy said knowingly.

"You all listen carefully, Y/N is the only female on our ship. Remember to be polite and don't bully her. The most important thing is to knock on the door before entering her room." Rayleigh explained seriously to everyone present.

After Rayleigh told everyone about you, he sat next to Roger and drank. He touched his cheek, unexpectedly you were so strong. One of your slaps was so hard that red marks appeared.

"Sister!" Shanks yelled running towards you.

"Damn it! You're one step ahead of me!" Buggy chased Shanks.

"Y/N is loved by those two brats." Scopper said with a smile.

"Hahahaha! Y/N will exude a kind of affinity." Roger toasted.

"Hi everyone." You approached them and said hello.

"Hey, little girl!" Roger greets you.

"How are your injuries?" Scopper is concerned about your injuries.

"I'm fine , can move more easily." You sit down and talk to them.

"Sister! How about we have breakfast together tomorrow morning!" Buggy held your hand.

"Hehehe, okay." You gently touched Buggy's head.

"Y/N feels like a sister taking care of them both." Scopper took a sip of wine.

"Rayleigh, what happened just now...did I hit you too hard? Does your face still hurt?" You blame yourself a little but want to care about Rayleigh. You know it was just an accident.

"I just want to say I'm sorry. Before you came, I would call them and break into their room directly. It was my negligence." Rayleigh comforted you.

"But what did Rayleigh see?" Shanks asked curiously.

"Umm..." You blushed slightly as you recalled the scene where Rayleigh saw your body just now.

"I was beaten because I accidentally saw her diary." Rayleigh defended you making up excuses.

"Rayleigh, girls' diaries are taboo." Scopper laughed.

Rayleigh made up a reason to avoid this topic to protect your privacy. When you first met him, he gave off a very mature, stable and gentlemanly masculinity.

You were a little amused by the excuse he made up, you wanted a drink to hide your smile. But Rayleigh had already seen you snickering, he pointed the wine glass at you to signal you a toast.

Roger was so excited ans he pulled Scopper to start a drinking competition. You and Shanks stood beside them to heat up the atmosphere, while Rayleigh and Buggy applauded next to them.

Buggy and Shanks hold your hand and pull you to dance together. Rayleigh and Crocus also drank and had fun together. Roger and Scopper also started to get excited.

Late at night

Roger and Scopper got so drunk that they collapsed. Crocus and Rayleigh pulled them both back into the room. Shanks and Buggy also went to the room to watch the joke.

You had so much fun with them , after they left you sat alone in a place drinking and watching the stars. Listening the sound of the waves and the cold sea breeze blowing by, this is what you will see on the sea.

When your parents were alive, they were always away from home, venturing around the world. You were still child you only play at home or in nearby open spaces. You didn't have many friends at the time.

This is your second time going to sea. The first time was kidnapped is already a bad memory. The second time is now sailing and adventuring with the Roger Pirates.

"You'll catch a cold." Someone covered you with a coat from behind.

"Huh?" You turned around and saw it was Rayleigh.

"Did you have fun just now?" Rayleigh asked sitting next to you.

"I'm very happy. Thank you for inviting me to adventure together." You held Rayleigh's coat.

"It was Roger's idea to invite you. When that guy meets interesting people, he takes them on adventures," Rayleigh said.

"Am I?" You looked at Rayleigh in confusion.

"It was your charm that attracted the Roger Pirates. Perhaps Roger invited you because of this in you. That guy was happier when he heard that your dream was adventure." Rayleigh smiled at you after finishing speaking.

"Hahaha, that's amazing." You laughed.

"The scenery in the sky changes every time the ship sails. The clouds, stars and colors change every day. Sometimes the night is dark but the sky is full of stars. Every scene is incredible." Rayleigh looked at the sky.

"Well, it's really incredible." You also look to the sky to watch every scene.

Rayleigh glanced at you while you were looking at the sky, and his heart melted when he saw your bright smile. Compared to the first time I met you, this is your smile full of curiosity about unknown things. He's excited for you to follow them on their adventures and looks forward to spending every moment with you.

"Hachoo!" you sneezed.

"You're catching a cold. Let me take you back to your room." Rayleigh stood up.

"Hahaha, I'm not used to the weather yet." You stood up and walked beside him.

"You'll get used to it after a while. Give yourself some time to adapt to the environment here." Rayleigh said softly.

Before you get to the room, Rayleigh tells you some of their daily routine. Although he may have a heavy aura to you, but he is gentle and talkative to you. Arriving at the door of the room you returned his coat to him.

"Thanks for the coat. Good night Rayleigh." You said with a smile.

"Well, good night. Have a sweet dream." Rayleigh said with a chuckle.

You closed the door and locked it, lying on your bed looking at the ceiling. It’s hard to believe you’ve already had an adventure with them, your future has endless possibilities, and you’re ready to explore the unknown.

Rayleigh returned to the room and put his coat on the chair. He felt so comfortable when you had just put on his coat. He be attracted by your temperament, he sure you are special.

The End.

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lale-txt · 1 year

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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…”

#rayleigh x reader #roger x reader #garp x reader #kaido x reader #one piece x reader #silvers rayleigh #gol d. roger #monkey d. garp #kaido of the beasts #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #one piece scenario

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hi Frankyyyyy do you have any headcanons about one piece characters as your best friend? Just some good ol platonic hcs

We love a platonic request over here! I did them in big headcanons list but if you want more in depth headcanons let me know <3

One Piece Characters As Your Best Friend.

Will find out juicy gossip and hit you up with it. Marco, Izou, Law, Boa, Perona, Buggy, Rayleigh, Nami. Usopp, Sanji, Mihawk

Will let you cry on their shoulder any time of the day. Marco, Ace, Thatch, Killer, Corazon, Barto, Roger, Rayleigh, Chopper, Brook, Usopp, Franky, Jimbei

Is a good platonic hugger. Marco, Ace, Thatch, Killer, Corazon, Barto, Roger, Rayleigh, Chopper, Franky, Usopp, Robin [All those arms for all those hugs] Zoro, Jimbei

Likes to just chill in your room with you doing causal things and just vibe together. Marco, Izou, Law, Killer, Perona, Rayleigh, Brook, Chopper, Robin, Usopp, Zoro, Jimbei, Mihawk

Will drag you out when they know your having a bad time and will take you for coffee or boba or something. Marco, Ace, Thatch, Killer, Perona, Boa, Shanks, Roger, Nami, Franky, Luffy

Their form of greeting is memes and silly videos. Ace, Thatch, Buggy, Barto, Roger, Brook, Usopp, Franky, Luffy

Will give you the best advice. Marco, Corazon, Rayleigh, Nami, Brook, Robin, Usopp, Jimbei, Mihawk

Will give you awful advice but you appreciate the effort. Ace, Killer, Kid, Buggy, Shanks, Barto, Roger, Sanji, Sabo

Seems to know when your having a bad day. Marco, Killer, Corazon, Buggy, Brook, Robin, Franky, Usopp, Luffy, Jimbei Will let you eat food off their plate. Thatch, Rayleigh, Chopper, Brook [like he gunna eat it?] Robin, Franky, Usopp, Sanji, Jimbei

Will eat food off your plate. Ace, Kid, Barto, Roger, Luffy, Zoro, Sabo

Never forgets your birthday. Thatch, Izou, Law, Killer, Perona, Barto, Chopper, Robin, Usopp, Sanji, Jimbei

Will burn down an exes house if you want. Ace, Izou, Kid, Law, Boa, Corazon, Barto, Buggy, Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sabo [just for fun really] Will kick down your door with snacks and movies when your sad. Thatch, Perona, Buggy, Barto, Roger, Franky, Luffy ROAD TRIP!! Marco, Ace, Thatch, Shanks, Roger, Franky, Luffy Starts every conversation with "You won't believe this bitch..." Izou, Law, Perona, Boa, Buggy, Nami, Sanji, Mikawk

Might take ages to reply but they still love you. Marco, Izou, Law, Boa, Shanks, Roger, Rayleigh, Nami, Brook, Robin, Zoro, Jimbei, Mihawk, Sabo Can platonicly say I love you. Marco, Ace, Thatch, Corazon, Barto, Roger, Chopper, Franky, Robin, Usopp, Sanji, Luffy, Jimbei Will take you drinking. Killer, Kid, Corazon, Shanks, Barto, Roger, Rayleigh, Nami, Zoro, Mihawk Will never let you forget doing dumb things drunk. Marco, Izou, Kid, Law, Perona, Rayleigh, Nami, Zoro, Mihawk Will be there with you doing dumb things drunk. Ace, Kid, Corazon, Barto, Shanks, Roger, Franky, Zoro

Happy to sit and people watch with you for hours. Marco, Izou, Law, Boa, Buggy, Nami, Brook, Robin, Usopp, Zoro, Jimbei, Mihawk

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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

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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.

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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]

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #scopper gaban x reader #gaban x reader #scopper gaban #gol d. roger #silvers rayleigh #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shanks one piece #buggy one piece #zen writes

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gildedmuse · 9 months

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So, most the One Piece fans in my life have been discussing the live action series, and, surprisingly, most with a hopeful tone. Which is great because, seriously, I'm too old and close to death to deal with either of the following preemptive attitudes:

"Look, I know trailer footage is not only often unfinished but not even always what gets included in the final project but based purely off the smallest of moments contained in this purely commercialized content, I can definitely state with absolutely no doubt that due to minor detail, the whole thing sucks"

"This will be just like I imagined it including all the changes I would make to canon that have never once been hinged at by those in charge, I just know it's going to be not just as awesome as I have created in my mind but even betyeyr and there is absolutely no way they'd ever make the slightest change that would somehow immediately ruin the entire property retroactively for me!"

The fact that most the people I interactive with are taking a positive but grounded attitude instead of determinedly antagonist or unhinged optimism is just... Nice. Really, really nice.

Most our discussions regard general aesthetic and what we think these creative choices indicate for the show, but there has been one area where 95% of all feedback has been glowly positive, and that is the actors. Seriously, every sneak peak trailer reveal brings about more fan-gushing from the bleachers (related note, this means that any characters we haven't seen gets more and more nails bitten short. Like, why haven't I seen the Benn Beckman? This is actually really important to me.)

This has lead to a lot of excitement for potential future cast members, including from the boys at my work. Which.... They are definitely fans, there is no denying that, but like... I don't think of as "those kinds of fans" .

But I'm always happy to be proven wrong.

AnimeDub Fan Coworker: I've never seen a more perfect live action adaptation than Mihawk in the trailer. The word. The eyes. The facial hair. Like damn.

Manga/Anime Fan Coworker: The cast looks so fucking on. I know this will never get a season 2, but if it did, the absolute dream would be for Jamie Lee Curtis to play Kureha.

Me: Yes, please. She's on my list of Characters I Have To See In Live Action. It's Law (obviously), Kid & Killer but particularly Killer, Ace of course, Robin because ROBIN, and Kureha who, yeah, is on the list cuz I want JLC or equivalent.

AD Fan: You just went off about how Garp was too hot but are cool with Jamie Lee Curtis as Kureha?

Me: Yeah, because unlike Garp, Kureha is canonically smoking.

AD Fan: Agree to disagree.

M/A Fan: They'll probably go for no names again like they did for this cast, but dream casting would be Alexandra Daddario as Robin. Boom.

M/A Fan: *With absolutely no further promoting from me* Ooooooh I got another fake casting. This one's for Kid. Cameron Monaghan.

M/A Fan: He's played crazy before too. And he's really good at it. He was pretty much "the Joker" in the show Gotham. AND he was the gay brother on Shameless. So he can totally be pirate married to Killer!

Me: *Desperately trying to remember when I mentioned in my work chat - that includes a few non-geeks, like not just not OP fans but just straight up not up with geek culture - that Kid and Killer were Pirate Married, a phrase which is very much so mine.*

Me: *Decides it doesn't matter and just gives self a point to converting yet another normal fan straight boy around to the correct view of Kid and Killer's relationship.* Now we just need someone who can pull off the perfect 80 glam rock star AND NHL defense player and we have two more Supernoves cast and ready to go.

I don't know how I keep convincing these straight boys who have probably never read a fanfic in their lives to get behind Kid/Killer as canonical Pirate Husbands, but when one of the major considerations for fan-casting is, "would Mina find him suitable gay with Killer?" you know you've won. I'm not sure what exactly, but it's definitely a win.

#this post is mostly for me #and for everyone out there who has ever had that sweet victory of convincing a nonshipper/nonfanfic inclined individual #that despite all realistic canon expectations #two characters are just super gay for each other #hey the Good Omens fandom did it; all hope is not lost #Kid x Killer #They're pirate husbands ya'll #pirate husbands #I clearly use that phrase too often if my coworkers have picked up on it #I did for a while wonder if when someone repeated it back if they truly understood that I didn't just mean that they're loyal and crewmates #'Oh you mean 'pirate husbands' like Shanks & Benn or Roger & Rayleigh?'#As a matter of fact yes that is exactly how I meant it #In that I am directly implying all those characters be fucking. Each other.#(not all at once obviously.... though Shanks would probably be down for that.... maybe not with Roger. Unless timetravel. Then yeah 100%)#one piece #one piece live action #one piece as as family activity!#/work activity #one piece casting #eustass kid #killer one piece #MurderChild #Still having trouble with a solid ship name for these two #when the normies join the fun #PS: yes everyone else in the work chat hated us #Don't care got coworkers to admit Kid and Killer be married #It's a good day when your friends accept the gay #amusing musings

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harudnae · 1 year

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I interrupted my writing session because of an AO3 notification... AND I WASN'T DISAPPOINTED 😏👌

Lamb and Peaches : Roger x Rayleigh early days, chaotic fun & steamy sex (NSFW if that wasn't obvious), they're such dorks, I love them ❤

(Now back on that one draft because I've got ideas to put here and there...)

#one piece #op fic #roger #rayleigh #roger x rayleigh #I had such a blast !!! rogerray shippers please go read this I promise you won't regret it #thirst material #nae's recs

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missmungoe · 2 years

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🌹🤲 here u go miss

(Another bit from Peony and Silver, because I started tinkering with it last night and now I might actually finish this chapter!)

Their squabbling forgotten, Shanks and Buggy had gathered around the liquor crate, from within which the baby watched them, her brown eyes wide and curious. Roger stood above them, making silly faces at her.

When it earned him an infectious giggle, “She’s cute,” Roger approved with a laugh, wiggling a finger at her.

“She is rather enchanting,” Shakky agreed, smiling when she giggled at one of his faces, and her bar had seen much laughter in the years she’d been running her business, but none like this.

Grinning, “That was my initial tipoff that she wasn’t Rayleigh’s,” Roger said, with a look at his first mate, who bore the teasing with practiced patience. “But she could have been yours, Shakky, with that hair.”

But as he said it, she saw his eyes pause on it, and the fey shade coaxed out by the sunlight pouring through the windows of her bar, his brows furrowing a bit, as though in recognition. And she didn’t need to wonder if he remembered her; the girl he’d helped her rescue from the slave ship all those years ago.

“What’s her name?” Shanks asked. He was watching the baby, a grin splitting his cheeks as he reached out to poke her nose, the big brown eyes tracking him.

Shakky smiled, and said gently, “Makino.”

She watched them observing her, Buggy with suspicion and Shanks with gentle delight, the baby’s brown eyes moving between them, and Roger.

“Babies are ugly,” Buggy said then, his arms crossed. “She’s so squishy-looking.”

“I bet I was a cute baby,” Shanks said. Then with a look at Buggy, chirped, “You probably weren’t.”

Buggy choked, but before he could splutter his outrage, Shanks told Makino, “Don’t hold his face against him, Makino-chan. He’s still growing into it.”

“Shanks, I’ll kill you!!”

He pounced, only for Roger to lift him calmly by the back of his shirt, holding him out of reach as Shanks stuck his tongue out. Makino had hold of his finger, her wide eyes fixed on him. “See?” Shanks asked, grinning at her. “She can’t take her eyes off me, but then I don’t blame her, given the alternative.”

“Captain, let me go, I’m gonna strangle him!!”

Watching them, Shakky looked at Rayleigh, and mused, “I see you have your hands full.”

That his only answer was a sigh said enough.

#Shakky x Rayleigh #Gol D. Roger #Shanks #Buggy #fanfic #mungoe writes #WIP meme #thank you<3<3 #this has been sitting untouched in my WIP folder since 2019 #I had the whole thing planned out I just...ran out of steam #but I've written a lot since yesterday and ahhhhhh I'm so happy!

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onepiece-polls · 7 months

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One Piece Shipping War - Bonus Poll!

The winner of the poly ship bracket vs the most popular (and honestly, only) Buggy ship of the duo bracket!

Propaganda under the cut. [contains some spoilers]

Propaganda for Cross Guild:

Idk there's something about three people who hate each other that just works.

they don't need no propaganda. I could never make propaganda like buggy the clown does in canon

mr. pathetic (buggy) paired with two actual warlords who could (but haven't !) demolished him ? it has to be love

Crocodile and Mihawk are a fucked up rich ass couple and Buggy is the chihuahua in their purse

CROSSGUILDCROSSGUILD XXX

Its cross guild. you know why (mod: as an anime-only fan, I don't, but I'm looking forward to find out 😂)

Propaganda for Shanks x Buggy:

What if we were childhood friends who gave up our drama for each other then never saw each other again for years

What can I say, I'm a fellow shuggy truther too 🤝

Shanks obviously adores Buggy, and Buggy is so tsundure~! Mr 'I hate Shanks'-but-will-take-every-opportunity-to-talk-about-him-and-be-with-him.

Oden says in his journal that he can't tell if they're friends of enemies, and I just love that. Plus when you add in the revelation about Shanks and Buggy in the recent chapters.

They're childhood friends. They're exes. They've been married for 20 years. They're opposites. They're the same. They're silly goofy guys who make me want to cry my heart out. Red/Blue is always meant to be.

Buggy """""HATES""""" Shanks. This hate is so strong that he WILL yell at this red-haired bastard despite the fact that he is a coward, who is terrified of all the Emperors. Everyone thinks this is strange. However, when you grow up with said Emperor on the same boat, watching him stumble over his feet as he's trying to learn to use a sword, stuck scrubbing the whole deck because he was stupid enough to prank "Dark King" Rayleigh, and make that same stupid pouty face every time his Conqueror's Haki doesn't do anything because he is an itty bitty child, most of that fear gets pretty quelled. Also, that same fucker lost an arm because he's a DUMBASS and he deserves to be made fun of for it (not because Buggy is worried and missed him not at all no no Shanks is just DUMB and needs to be TOLD he is dumb more. But just by Buggy. Because Buggy has known his idiocy forever. He has earned the right to yell at this stupid, stupid Emperor for being a self-sacrificing fool and for giving away that stupid hat and... Wait, hang on, when did this bastard get hot!? WHAT THE FUC-) And Shanks just keeps smiling at Buggy and his antics because he has 100% been in love with him since they were children (his actions while they were on the Roger pirates are the DEFINITION of pigtail-pulling as flirting) and he is just happy to see that he's safe while being exactly the same larger-than-life clown he always knew. He would gladly give up his life of sluttery (that I am convinced this man has. Just look at how he exists) if Buggy would just agree to join his crew, but will not push him if he doesn't want to. He just loves his pretty clown from a distance and waits. TLDR: Buggy is mad that he's in love with Shanks and Shanks just likes existing with and/or annoying Buggy (they come as a pair). GOD I just love childhood friends to lovers bro. Just let the cabin boys kiss.

[Spoiler Warning] Red and Blue gays! Emperor husbands! Childhood friends to enemies to lovers!

#op shipping war #one piece #shuggy #shaggy #cross guild #bonus polls

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owlwithanapple · 3 months

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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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