#kyoshiro fluff

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❦ 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

In your dreams, the two of you are free from these burdens. No more hushed voices, no more playing hide and seek, no more wounds from the past that get torn open over and over again. It's just the two of you, basking in the sunlight, dreaming underneath the cherry blossoms. It's a life in the absence of fear, dreaming of more than just a brighter tomorrow. A life where you could hold Denjiro’s hand without worries, where you didn’t have to let go of him, ever. A life where you could simply be.

a/n: one of the fics i've written for @op-xreader-zine (´⌣`ʃƪ) writing for Denjiro always has me swooning, he just has my whole heart. and the cherry on top is the cutest spot art by @tardiiart hehe!

word count: 1k

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Your eyes dart to the clock at the wall over and over again. He’s been gone for hours now and even though you knew you had nothing to worry about, your heart just wouldn’t keep quiet. Even after all these years, these thoughts would still crawl over you. What if he's found out? What if they saw right through his disguise? What if he didn't return safe and sound this time?

What if…

You let out a long sigh and rub your eyes. The darker the night, the more your thoughts wander off. When you close your eyes you can almost hear Denjiro’s soft chuckle and feel his soft kisses placed on your temples, taking away all your sorrows with the mere touch of his lips. His presence alone is enough to sweep your worries away in an instant.

The warmth of the kotatsu is making you sleepy. An empty cup of tea and a book are sprawled out in front of you on the table, together with a plate of half-peeled oranges that fill the room with a subtle citrus aroma. The oil lamp flickers and dips the whole room in soft shades of red and yellow. Your eyelids start feeling heavy. It surely wouldn’t hurt to close them, just for a minute or two…

Just a little longer until you can dance under the crescent moon of a free Wano again.

You sigh softly, your head resting on the wooden top of the kotatsu. The half-peeled orange rolls from the palm of your hand as you slowly drift off. It isn't the first time you've fallen asleep like that, waiting for Denjiro to come home to you. Something inside of you simply refuses to go to bed without him, no matter how many times he tells you that it’s fine, that he’ll be there in the morning. But the bed is cold and empty without him, so you’d rather stay up past midnight until you can hear his footsteps on the floor outside again.

Over the past few years you haven’t spent more than a few hours apart. You’re always side by side, never getting tired of each other. Even more, you could feel your heart yearning for Denjiro whenever he was out for one of the banquets that he dreaded so much, or for his nightly raids in the disguise of the thief Ushimitsu Kozo, robbing the filthy rich to give back at least something to the suffering citizens of Wano. Hidden in the shadows of the night and new names, the both of you did the best you could to fight for a liberated Wano.

In your dreams, the two of you are free from these burdens. No more hushed voices, no more playing hide and seek, no more wounds from the past that get torn open over and over again. It's just the two of you, basking in the sunlight, dreaming underneath the cherry blossoms. It's a life in the absence of fear, dreaming of more than just a brighter tomorrow. A life where you could hold Denjiro’s hand without worries, where you didn’t have to let go of him, ever. A life where you could simply be.

You hear a gentle, low voice calling out your name.

Just a little longer.

A warm hand on the small of your back, a veil of long blue hair falling over you, a barely there breath on your bare skin.

Please, let me dream just a little longer.

Soft kisses cover the back of your neck as a strong pair of arms wrap around you.

You blink slowly, your consciousness dancing on the blurred lines between dreams and reality. The soft voice of your loved one calls out for you, gently pulling you back from the land of slumber into his arms.

“Welcome home, my love,” you mumble, resting your head against Denjiro’s broad chest, letting him caress your cheek with his big hands. In between those palms is the safest place on Earth; you’d place your beating, aching heart in there if you could.

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

And just like that he scoops you up in his arms, gently, as if you were made of glass. You are too tired and too lovesick to protest; instead you sink deeper into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of safety and adoration wrapping around like a warm blanket. Denjiro chuckles softly when he notices the smile curling on your lips. Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

A few moments later you’re in your dimly lit chambers, the faint smell of peeled oranges still lingering in the air. Denjiro gently puts you down on the futon and throws a heavy blanket over you, tucking you in before he lays down besides you, propping himself up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand as he watches you with his fox eyes, his gaze dripping with love.

You turn around so you could lay on your side, snuggling against his broad chest and letting him wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him. Both your hearts beat in unison.

“I dreamt about you,” you whisper, tracing your fingertips from his neck down to his collarbones. “Dreamt about us. How we’re gonna watch the cherry blossoms fall one day, catching them in our open palms.”

Denjiro hums quietly and pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“Told you, didn’t I? That I’d always find you, even in your dreams. I gave you a promise… and I intend to keep it for as long as the sun and the stars watch over us.” Denjiro lets out a soft sigh as he also falls asleep, holding you tight as if he never wants to let you go. “For as long as the cherry blossoms will bloom year after year, so will my love for you.”

(spot art by @tardiiart ♡)

#one piece x reader #denjiro x reader #kyoshiro x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece fluff

[chenziee]

Once a Year

Story originally published in the @ophalloweenzine! :D

[ Read on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

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There were thousands of islands across the five seas, each with their own culture and customs. Yamato knew this for a fact; not because he had been there—after all, if he had ever left Wano, he had been too young to remember—but because Oden had described them in his journal.

Yamato wanted to see it all. He wanted to visit the island in the sky, the millennium old elephant, the island where lightning falls like rain. He wanted to enjoy the different sceneries, meet the people, play their games, experience their culture… But he was stuck here on Onigashima, heavy metal cuffs on his tiny wrists; still too weak to break the chains.

He wasn’t Oden, yet.

He wasn’t free.

But, there was a way. A way to become Oden, if only for a single night.

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Yamato grinned when he looked down on himself. The short, orange kimono wasn’t perfect—the crescent moons on his chest were a little crooked, the pirate who had sewn them on not accounting for the change in angle once worn—and the white and purple nio-dasuki he had wrapped around himself was too large for him, dwarfing Yamato’s form and making him look even more like a child.

But even so, Yamato was happy.

So incredibly happy.

He had been waiting for this moment for three years, ever since he had read about the custom of ‘Halloween’. According to Oden, it was a once-a-year celebration taking place on a certain autumn island. He had written some details about the meaning of the festivities too, but Yamato couldn’t say he understood much of it.

What he did understand, however, was the tradition of dressing up—costumes of fairies and ghosts, pirates and marines, characters from books and fantasies… anything you wanted.

And there was only one person like that for Yamato.

Running out of his room, Yamato threw his arms into the air, spreading them wide as he laughed. Just wearing this outfit, he felt so much lighter. He couldn’t wait to show his friends—the nice Beast Pirates who gave him food and helped him when he needed it. The ones who didn’t laugh or scorn him whenever he said he was Oden.

The ones he liked.

“Young Master, where are you going?!” someone cried in alarm.

Yamato paused, his happy smile not leaving his face even when his eyes fell on the panicked face of the approaching pirate. "I'm going to show everyone. I really am Oden now!" he announced proudly, gesturing to his kimono.

The pirate's eyes widened before his head whipped around, turning every which way as if looking for something. Finally, he sighed in relief and looked back at Yamato. "Young Master, please, don't say things like that or—"

"Or what?!" Yamato demanded, puffing up his chest. "I don't care what my father says! He can't stop me!" 

The pirate paused at his adamant refusal, chewing on his bottom lip as he searched Yamato’s eyes.

The boy only huffed, crossing his arms over his chest to show how serious he was; this matter was done and over with as far as he was concerned. Nothing this man said would change his mind so Yamato only returned his stare with his own defiant one, just daring him to disagree.

Silence hung over the hallway for a moment until the man's pleading gaze broke under Yamato's immovable determination.

"O-okay," he stuttered weakly, just as a loud crash came from the direction of Kaido's room, making the man nearly jump out of his skin.

Yamato paid it no mind, all too used to his father's drunken mood swings. Instead, he simply side-stepped the pirate, heading for the stairs to the upper floor. He wanted to show his costume to Ulti and Page One, the children that Kaido had taken in recently. They were bound to be excited!

And if his father saw him, so be it. The bull-gorilla could choke on his own fist for all he cared.

“Young Master! Wait!” the pirate called after him, blocking his path in a few quick steps.

Yamato frowned, giving the man his best annoyed look. “What now?”

“You have to cha—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, going quiet for a second as he stared at Yamato with a troubled expression but soon, he visibly deflated. Even his voice sounded defeated when he spoke up again, “I heard the children went to the beach.”

Yamato tilted his head to the side, staring at the man intently. He felt like he was being lied to… but he couldn’t know for sure. He supposed there was no harm in checking the beach first either way.

Giving the man in front of him one last, suspicious look, Yamato huffed before turning on his heel and running off towards the exit instead.

Honestly, even if the others weren’t at the beach, Yamato wouldn’t mind. He liked the place; he wasn’t able to swim in the ocean—courtesy of the devil fruit he had eaten in hunger-driven desperation a year ago—but he still loved watching the waves crash against the island, humming their song and carrying the smell of salt and freedom with them.

One day, he was going to cross those waters. One day, he won’t need this orange kimono to feel connected to him.

One day, he will see the world just as Kozuki Oden had.

Stopping at the edge of the beach, a determined smile pulled on Yamato’s lips. He didn’t care how many years it took. If he had to wait the seventeen years until Joy Boy arrived, that was fine. After all, he was still only eleven years old. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was much too weak to get anywhere in the world on his own for now. He would wait patiently, training and preparing for the right time; just like Oden had before Whitebeard’s ship had landed in Kuri all those years ago.

And he had this bright orange kimono and tattered old journal to draw strength from.

“Young Master Yamato?”

Yamato jumped at the deep, quiet voice that came from behind him. He didn’t think anyone was there; he hadn’t noticed anyone—not even the little siblings—when he had arrived. “Who—” he started, turning around quickly to face the newcomer, but then he sighed when he recognized the tall man. “Boss Kyoshiro! Hello,” he greeted politely.

The yakuza regarded him for a moment without a word but then he slowly sat on the ground next to Yamato, facing the sea just like the young boy had before, and patted the ground next to him in invitation.

It only took Yamato a second to comply; the man was still a mystery to him, a new star in Orochi’s command and impossible to read, yet somehow… Yamato didn’t hate him. That couldn’t have been said about many of Orochi’s people.

“I like your outfit,” Kyoshiro said with a smile.

Immediately, a wide grin pulled on Yamato’s lips as he threw his arms out wide once more. “Right?!” he asked, full of excitement. “It’s for Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up like people you like!”

“The celebration from Jack-O’-Island?” Kyoshiro asked.

Yamato’s mouth fell open in surprise. “You know about it?!”

“A person very important to me told me about it once,” Kyoshiro explained, his smile widening a little… even though it seemed a little sad at the same time. “Do you like Kozuki Oden?”

“I am Kozuki Oden!” Yamato corrected proudly.

At that, Kyoshiro laughed. It startled Yamato at first because… it sounded so happy. Open and honest and completely different from the demeaning laughter Yamato was used to—and so much more real than anything Yamato had seen of the man.

In the end, Yamato couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much on me but—” Kyoshiro paused, taking out a small box from his satchel and opening it, revealing a few mitarashi dango— “you can have these. For your trick or treating,” he added the last part in response to Yamato’s confused stare.

Yamato beamed. Bowing his head, he accepted the gift but before he could even thank him, a large lizard-bird landed next to them.

“There you are, Yamato.” King shot Yamato a look once he turned to his human form. “What do you think you’re doing walking around dressed like that?”

“Trick or treating,” Yamato said simply as he shoved a dango stick in his mouth.

King looked like was about to scold him but as soon as their eyes met, he groaned, rubbing at his masked forehead. “Let’s just keep you away from Kaido-san for now…”

Yamato huffed. “I don’t care what he says.”

Heaving a sigh, King wordlessly shifted back to a pteranodon to grab Yamato’s arms in his talons.

As they took off, Yamato shot one last grin at Kyoshiro. He knew barely anything about the man but he did know one thing—

He already looked forward to showing him an even better Oden next year.

#one piece #yamato #one piece yamato #op yamato #denjiro #kyoshiro #king #king the wildfire #king the dino #oden #kozuki oden #fluff #hopeful #cute #because baby yamato #that's adorable in and of itself #yamato & oden #yamato & denjiro #yamato & king #halloween #katie pretends to fic #halloween zine #zine stuff #baby yamato dresses up as oden #that's it that's the fic #beautiful idiot king

[aster-tiger]

The Raging Witch

Law x OFC, Zoro x OFC, Luffy x OFC, Zoro x Luffy, Law x Zoro, Law x OFC x Zoro

Warnings: swearing, shameless smut, bisexuality, consensual k!nk, 3some, b0ndage, emotional slow burn, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, bonding, mating (not abo), post Punk Hazard, post Dressrosa, changing pov (no head hopping), mm relationship, mmf relationship, english is not my first language, no beta we die like men

For this chapter: unhealthy coping, mentions of child sa, aftermath of sa, mutil@tion, t0®ture&inte®0gation

Chapter 22: Towards the Sun

The man hit the ground hard. His head fell on the dirt with a wet squelch and dark red blood spilled around it like a gory halo. The metallic stench permeated the air along with the acidic smell of urine. The man's bladder gave out before he let out his last breath.

She looked around, scanning the men standing all around the courtyard of the mansion. She was ready for them to attack.

"What is the meaning of this?" A man with lavender hair stepped from the house onto the porch. 

He was tall, had a bizarre hairstyle and was wearing good quality clothes.

She stood on attention and bowed like a mafia underling would bow to a higher up.

"Are you the one who killed Jiro?" the man demanded, his voice raised.

"Yes, I did," she confirmed, still bowing.

"Show me your face."

She straightened up, but avoided the man's eye. It was considered polite in Wano to avoid other people's gaze. Especially the people with higher status.

"A girl?" The man's tone was disapproving. "A girl killed Jiro, while you lot stood around? This is a disgrace, kill her."

The men rushed at her from all sides, their swords raised high.

She sidestepped the first one and struck the ball of her palm into the base of his nose. Blood gushed all over his face and he curled on himself in pain.

She kicked him back so he crashed into two other men. Then she ducked and kicked the legs from under another man. She backflipped to avoid a sword and wrapped herself around another man's legs, bringing him down. She grabbed his ankle, twisted hard. It cracked and the man howled in pain. She grabbed his hair and bashed his head into the ground.

She took his sword and jumped to her feet. She covered the blade with haki and without any finesse hacked the katana around. 

Katanas had fragile blades and when hit at a bad angle, the blade got damaged or shattered entirely.

She fought dirty, kicking and hammer punching her opponents. There weren't any rules in a mob fight, the only thing that mattered was to come out alive.

"Enough of this!" The leader bellowed, irritated by the incompetence of his own men.

Everyone stopped and backed off from her. She threw the sword to the ground and stood at her full height amongst fallen yakuza moaning in pain.

"Boss Kyoshiro," she addressed the man with a formal bow. "I killed that man because he was stealing from you."

She reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled a bundle wrapped in cloth. She threw it at Kyoshiro's feet and coins spilled on the ground.

"This is what he stole yesterday, when he was collecting protection money."

The man regarded the coins with a scowl then looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Reiju," she answered with her alias, a modified version of her own name. "Please allow me to join the ranks of your family. I will serve you better than the man who dared to steal from you."

She bowed again and waited.

The silence stretched, while she felt the man's gaze scrutinizing her.

"Come with me," he ordered and motioned for her to follow.

He led her to a sitting room that consisted of at least twenty tatami mats. In Wano a room that size was considered spacious.

"Sit down."

She kneeled on the mats, just like Shinobu taught her. It wasn't a comfortable position to sit for an extended time.

The man took a smoking pipe from its tray and took a slow drag. He let out the smoke unhurriedly while staring at her with cold eyes.

She knew how she looked in her worn out samue, stained with blood and dirt. Her hair was tucked under a plain headband and she left her dirty jika tabi at the door. Her clothing screamed she was a lower class worker.

"Where are you from?"

"I was born in Ringo, but my mother was from the Flower Capital."

"And your father?"

"I never knew who he was."

"Why?"

"My mother worked in the Red Lantern District. When she found out she was pregnant, she decided to keep me and she ran away to hide in Ringo."

"And here you are, back in the Capital."

"My mother died when our house burned down a month ago. I have no one and nothing left."

"So you came to the capital hoping for what?"

"I want to find my father."

The silence stretched again, while he stared at her. She kept her eyes politely turned down, but she grew tired of this stupid game of appearences. He was a yakuza boss, not some prince in a shining crown.

She caught his gaze with confidence. "I know the color of my skin is different. The obvious conclusion is that my father is a gaijin and one of the Beast Pirates. I came to you, because the Kyoshiro Family has connections to the Beast Pirates. I am a strong fighter. I could be an asset. I also know the art of pleasuring men for money. I can serve you in whatever way you order me to if you help me find my father."

"And what will you do if you find him?"

"I don’t know yet."

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The house was settling down after the night's activities. The laughter, singing, moaning and groaning have lulled into soft breaths of sleep. The corridors were still filled with the smells of perfume, food, incense and sex. But there was something peaceful about the house, a sense of satiated comfort.

Rage sauntered through the dim house heading for the kitchen. The sun was barely up and filled the house with pale morning light.

The kitchen was empty at this hour. The housekeeper wouldn't be up until late morning to prepare meals. And the girls usually slept until noon after working late into the night.

She liked to use the kitchen when nobody was around and she could be alone. 

She used the time to sort out her thoughts and feelings after a busy night. And she did that over a pot filled with sex toys that could be sterilized in boiling water.

A handmaiden was assigned to her on her first day in the brothel. But she didn't find it appropriate to hand a ten year old girl a bag of silicone dicks and ask her to boil them. She preferred to do it herself.

She stirred the pot, which proved to be amusing every time she sterilized the toys. It was as if she was a witch preparing a potion in a pot full of dicks.

"Good morning, Reiju-sama," a sleepy voice interrupted her thoughts.

She turned her head and smiled at the small girl who stood in the doorway stifling a yawn.

"Hello, Yoshiko. I told you, you don't have to get up this early."

"But you are already awake, mistress. I have to be by your side."

She was a petite girl, with inky black hair and porcelain skin. Her parents were farmers in Kuri. They indentured Yoshiko in hopes of securing her a better life than they could provide.

It was heartbreaking that they were right. She had at least two meals a day, fresh water and a warm place to sleep. A life as a maid in a brothel seemed like a luxury. She didn't have to suffer through constant hunger and sickness from contaminated water.

She lived in the brothel for a year and she was well adjusted to the place and the things that went on daily.

Yoshiko was a tremendous help in the beginning, when Rage had to adjust to different standards then she was used to in a brotherl. Even Shinobu didn't know as much about Flower Capital's brothels as this small girl.

"Lay down in the corner, Yoshiko. I'll wake you up when I'm done here."

"Thank you, Reiju-sama," the girl murmured, her eyes drooping.

The child worked hard but she still didn't earn enough to cover living and schooling expenses. Sadly, her debt accumulated. One day, hopefully when she'll be old enough, she will be asked to repay the debt by working as a courtesan.

Rage tweaked her hormones a few times to help her body develop properly. Her growth process was stunted by years of malnutrition. Her bones were weak and brain was less developed than children who ate enough. Rage couldn't do much about the brain, but she could help her grow into a healthier person.

There was no doubt that Yoshiko was spying on her and reporting to the house mother and Kyoshiro. Rage didn't blame the child, she did what she had to do to survive.

And it wasn't surprising that Kyoshiro kept an eye on her. It was a reasonable thing to do.

Rage hoped he would place her in the same house as his prized oiran Komurasaki. But she ended up in a less reputable establishment.

Again, it wasn't surprising. After all, she had yet to earn his trust. But regardless of his misgivings Kyoshiro referred clients to her.

The first one was a man around her age who worked in the shogun's palace. He was a high ranking official, an assistant to the head treasurer. Who also happened to be his grandfather. Nepotism was thriving under the current shogun's rule.

The very bored young man was looking for a thrill. The kind of play she offered brought a shine to his eyes and he quickly became a regular. He visited his mistress two times a week and sent regular gifts.

One of those gifts was coffee.

Rage took the stone mortar from a shelf and proceeded to ground coffee beans by hand. Regrettably, Wano did not have coffee, only tea. The only way to acquire the beans was to trade with the Beast Pirates who made regular trips outside of Wano. 

The coffee she received cost a small fortune and was the lousiest of quality. The people of Wano had no knowledge of good quality coffee and got scammed by the pirates. Her new pet was eager to please his mistress. He bought her the beans only a day after she expressed her curiosity for the drink.

And after two weeks of caffeine deprivation she was not going to complain about the quality. 

She didn't even have the proper means to brew a decent pot. But it didn't matter, bad coffee was still better than no coffee. Even if she had to put the grounds in a cup and pour boiling water over it.

Under the pretense of searching for her "father" she inquired about Beast Pirates without raising any suspicions. She already knew their numbers, structure and powers of the key players. Apparently Kaido had a son who was confined to Onigashima for years. That was an interesting piece of information.

A month has passed since they arrived in Wano. She supposed Luffy would be arriving soon, since he managed to take back Sanji.

Rita brought her the newspaper stolen from Beast Pirates. Luffy's new bounty was impressive. And she was sure Zoro would be pissed as hell with Sanji's new bounty which was higher than his.

It was almost time for Makonde's big spectacle. Rita and Maya researched the samurai in the capital who were loyal to the Shogun. They picked the easiest target to be publicly slaughtered by the messenger of Amaterasu, the sun goddess.

Rage had no intention of following through with the plan of establishing a cult. It was only a distraction for Kin'emon and the others. She could proceed undetected with the original plan, while they would fret about the cult.

She sent girls to every province to invigilate mafia clans. She could only use about half of her crew, whose skin color passed as acceptable in Wano. The girls with beige and light brown skin passed as low born farmers, whose skin became darker by years of laboring in the fields.

Law was so relieved when she sent away half of the crew it was hilarious.

He wasn't amused with them from the very beginning. But after a few days spent together in the ruins of Oden's Castle he was as pissed at her crew as Zoro was with Kisa.

They all took the constant teasing pretty well. But after Karla almost carved out Jean Bart's face tattoos, Law didn't put up with any of her crew’s antics. The moment he found someone being offensive that person was turned into a jigsaw or lost a heart.

The coffee was steeping, so she turned to the pot. She took out the dildos and dried each one with smooth, silk cloth.

When she grabbed the black one her lips stretched in a smile.

"How many do you need?"

"A few. I only have one harness that Usopp made for me."

Jessie grabbed the harness with the dildo and proceeded to scrutinize every detail of the contraption.

She was a brilliant innovator and a craftswoman. She always found a way to make anything the crew needed.

"This is an interesting design. Does it work?"

"I didn't have an opportunity to try it out yet," Rage confessed with a sheepish smile.

"Hey, loudmouth!" She called out to Usopp, who turned his head with a scowl. "Did you check if your design works?"

"It will work," Usopp assured, waving dismissively.

"But have you checked?"

"I don't need to check, it will do its perverted job."

"What do you mean, you don't need to check?" Jessie replied with a shrill and pointed an accusing finger at the sharpshooter. "Every craftsman needs to check if their design works properly! Do you make shit for your crew and never check if it works? Or is it just Rage you don't give a flying fuck about?"

"Are you seriously making a big deal out of a strap-on?" Usopp bit back, clearly irritated by the accusation.

"This," Jessie waved the harness in the air. The glossy silicone dildo almost fell out from the metal ring it was attached to. "This is a vital part of her cover. What if we weren't here with all the equipment and she'd have only this thing and it wouldn't work properly?"

"It works, ok? Stop nagging!"

"How do you know that if it wasn't tested?"

"Rage told me about the things that could go wrong with a strap-on! So I made it exactly as she wanted. Besides, it's not like I can put it on and try it out myself!"

"For fucks sake have you got no imagination whatsoever?" Jessie threw the harness at Usopp and he caught it midair but got nearly slapped in the face by the dangling dildo. "There's always a way, you narrow minded twat!"

"I gave it to Rage! She could have tested it out, since she'll be the one using it!"

"It's your job to do that!" Jessie screamed, her face flushed pink with anger.

"I can't use a strap-on!" Usopp yelled back, equally angry.

"But it can be used on you! That's more important feedback right now! Rage's clients have to get a premium experience for her cover to work the way it needs to! You can test that experience and adjust the strap-on if something's not right!"

Usopp paled, his jaw went slack and his eyes grew wide like saucers.

Rage muffled her laughter waiting for further development of the situation.

"I- I-" Usopp stuttered, clearly lost for words. "I can't do that, I- I have someone back at home!"

"Are you demented? It's for science! You do whatever you need to do for science!"

The look on Usopp's face was hilarious and she strained to hold back the laughter.

"Besides! Are you stupid? You left someone behind for years and you expect them to just wait for you? And you're what? Saving yourself for marriage?"

"Kaya is worth it!" Usopp sputtered turning red.

"Is she now? So she'll be waiting god knows how long for her pirate lover. And after he returns victorious from his conquest he takes her in his arms and what? The pirate hero will turn out to be a clumsy, inexperienced virgin who fumbles in the sheets? What a disappointment that would be!"

"Wha- what?" Usopp's jaw has dropped again.

"Put yourself in her place, you stupid prick. If a woman sacrifices many years waiting for someone, she expects the long wait to be worth it. She probably dreams of her pirate lover and the things he'll do to her when he finally comes back. She dreams of a mind blowing sex. Imagine her disappointment when the man of her dreams returns and turns out to be a fumbling virgin. And can't even make her come once. She'll drop you faster than you can imagine."

The shock in Usopp's eyes was priceless. He looked at Rage for a second, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something but no words came out. Then his eyes returned to Jessie. He looked at the harness in his hand, then at Jessie again. Finally he turned on his heel and walked away without a word.

Rage let out a snigger and Jessie laughed with her.

"You could've skipped the mind games and just offered to sleep with him. Now he's broken," she said to the pink haired mechanic.

"Where's the fun in that," Jessie smirked like a cat who got the cream. "He'll come to me for a favor. I'll help him out and he'll owe me one."

The plan didn't work out in the end. Robin and Franky came to Usopp's rescue and tested the strap-on extensively.

But Jessie's teasing didn't stop and Usopp was relieved when the day came for him to leave Oden's castle.

She dried all her sterilized equipment and put it in a silk pouch. Then she reached for her coffee.

A chemical smell caught her attention. She looked towards the dark corner of the room where Rita was crouching over Yoshiko. In her hand was a vial with a liquid that ensured the girl would be asleep long enough for them to talk.

She nodded to the woman in greeting and continued to sip her coffee.

Rita rounded the table and stood close to her, so they could talk in hushed voices.

"Zoro was arrested and accused of murder. He'll be brought in front of the magistrate around noon to be sentenced."

"Fucking hell, this man is a magnet for trouble," Rage said through clenched teeth. She grasped for the bond with the swordsman. He was asleep. "Is anyone available to bust him out?"

"No, everyone's in position. He's on his own."

Well that was good and bad news all in one.

"So Karla managed to get into Shutenmaru's good graces?"

Rita nodded.

She placed a girl with every region's mafia boss. The Mt. Atama Thieves in Kuri were the hardest to infiltrate. Their leader Shutenmaru was the most ruthless and distrustful of all the bosses.

Compared to him, Kyoshiro was a man of virtue. And the bastard was running a famous pleasure hall.

In fact Kyoshiro recently expanded the business. One of the establishments now offered peep shows. And a bath house provided new activities in the form of glory holes. Both services were a huge success.

Rage dropped the ideas during one of the meetings with Kyoshiro. She didn't believe he would take it seriously. It was just a ploy to show her commitment to growing the business. To her surprise, a week later the new services were introduced to the clients of the Red Lantern District.

Kyoshiro invited her to the main house twice a week for tea and a chat. He always watched her like a hawk, analyzing her every move and word. But he wasn't hostile. He praised her once, after the peep shows and glory holes turned out to be a huge success. Otherwise he maintained his neutral demeanor. He showed only mild curiosity towards any new idea she came up with.

She knew the frequent meetings with the boss weren’t normal treatment. The only courtesan Kyoshiro was meeting with regularly was his prized oiran, Komurasaki. 

She knew he was looking into the issue of her father. Rita managed to spy on a conversation Kyoshiro had with his top henchmen. They disapproved of the attention their boss was giving to a mixed race whore. Their egos were bruised after the beat up they received when she first showed up.

The yakuza boss calmed them down. He assured that he had a plan and they'd better start to act nice towards her. Because it will turn out to be beneficial when she'll reconnect with her father. Being on good terms with the daughter of the Beast Pirates higher up could work in favor for the yakuza family.

This meant Kyoshiro already had his suspicion who her father could be. But he kept quiet, buying time to forge a bond between them. Posing himself as her benevolent benefactor.

Rage was fed up with waiting for him to reveal the identity of her fake father. She needed to move on and make her way into Beast Pirates ranks.

They chose their target quickly. Daria carved her back with mastery. Rage used her powers to heal the wounds quickly and with Daria's few tricks, the scars looked old. It would take her body about half a year to shed the scars naturally.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what those scars ment and connect their origin to a certain Beast Pirate. Her skin color only furthered the resemblance.

The characteristic outfit of the targeted Beast Pirate only helped. Explaining her bdsm preferences as a sex worker.

She supposed Kyoshiro wouldn't keep the identity of her father a secret for long. Her story was that she was raised in Ringo, which was considered a bum fuck nowhere in Wano. So it wasn't odd for her to not know much about Beast Pirates or how they looked. But the longer she stayed in the Capital, the more she knew about the pirates. It was a matter of time for her to connect the dots on her own. So if Kyoshiro wanted to take credit for finding her father he should act quick.

She made an effort to express her gratitude to him for providing her with clothing, lodging and meals. He even made sure she had a room styled the exact way she asked for to meet with the clients. And he introduced high ranking clients to her.

She had a private session with one of the palace officials at his own house this afternoon. She was supposed to teach the lady of the house how to punish her husband. It was the first time she would be working with a female client in Wano. She was looking forward to it. A good master needed to experience everything they would be doing to the submissive. To know how it felt like, what to do and what should be avoided.

Frankly it was exciting and she looked forward to playing with a woman.

Rita left with several new orders and Rage woke up Yoshiko to carry out their day. The girl was a bit sluggish after Rita put her to sleep.

"Come," she called to the girl. "Sniff the coffee beans, the smell will wake you up."

The girl obediently bowed her head over the tin with coffee and inhaled deeply. There was a vial in Rage's hand that nullified the effects of the sleeping concoction. The girl inhaled the vapors mixed with the smell of coffee beans.

"Reiju-sama, this really works!" The girl exclaimed with shining eyes, fully awake.

"I know, honey. It's the magic of coffee," Rage smiled toothily, putting away the tin.

"Is this why you don't need to sleep much? Because you drink this ko-fi?" The big, hopeful eyes were adorable and Rage couldn't help herself. She reached out and ruffled Yoshiko's hair.

"Maybe," she responded with a teasing grin. "Or maybe that's my superpower."

"A superpower? Like a hero?"

That was too cute.

Rage crouched in front of the girl with a secretive smile.

"Can you keep a secret Yoshiko?"

The girl nodded fervently, her eyes rounding with curiosity.

"Every girl has a superpower," Rage lowered her tone to a conspiratorial whisper. "Men don't want us to discover our superpowers. If all women knew we had power we would never allow men to treat us how they do now. Do you understand?"

The girl looked surprised but she nodded. All too serious for her age.

"We would be stronger than them and they don't want that," she answered with conviction.

"We are stronger, but they found a way to exploit our strength without us realizing it."

"I want to find my superpower," Yoshiko answered vehemently.

"You will," Rage smiled and put a hand on her small shoulder. "I believe in you."

The sparks of confidence shone in Yoshiko's eyes.

Another seed planted to fuck the patriarchy. It was going to be a good day.

"Come on, Yoshiko. I have to prepare for today's appointment. I will be teaching a lady how to take control of her husband so he will obey her completely.”

The girls scuttled after her with her mouth wide open in astonishment.

"You can learn how to do that?"

"Of course, baby girl," she laughed while strolling through the dim corridor.

"Will you teach me too?"

"Sure," she answered lightly. "But you have to be a bit older, ok? Now you have other things to learn, like math and literature. And you have to play a lot."

"Play? I'm not allowed to play. If I have free time, Madam expects me to do extra work."

"Nonsense, sweetie," Rage waved her hand dismissively. "You are a child and children have to play, that's a law."

"Really? I didn't know that," the girl seemed confused.

"That's my law," Rage winked at her. "Now, I need my leather suit well oiled and shiny. When you're done, you'll go and play for half an hour. I will watch you and if anyone dares to disturb you, they'll have to deal with me."

Yoshiko looked shocked but she got to work with fervor.

Unfortunately she didn't get her play time.

When she was finished with Rage's domme suit, a ruckus carried through the silent house. The corridors filled with rambunctious shouting. Male voices rudely demanded attention and service.

A servant girl ran up to her as Rage was opening the door to her room.

"Reiju-sama," the girl looked scared. "A group of Beast Pirates came and they demand service from every woman working here! They are all Pleasures and there is a Headliner with them! You have to go greet them Reiju-sama!"

The demanding shouting mixed with uncontrollable laughter made Rage scowl.

"I will join them after I'm dressed properly," she answered. The girl nodded and hurried away.

This was an unexpected development. She didn't have the opportunity to socialize with the Beast Pirates, yet.

She dressed with Yoshiko's help, who did her hair in a simple updo secured with decorative pins. She didn't put on her domme costume. She didn't want to stand out from all the other girls more than was absolutely unavoidable.

She stepped into the room occupied by the pirates with her head bowed in a polite manner. Some girls were already there, serving drinks and nervously laughing with the pirates.

Too many eyes turned to her. Then a wave of uncontrollable laughter exploded.

She almost scowled at their audacity. But she remembered that the Pleasures were the ones that ate the fake devil fruits and didn't gain any powers. The side effect was inability to feel and express any other emotions than the pleasant ones.

Pitiful fate.

"What is this?" A man snarled, his tone condescending.

"This is our new courtesan, Reiju," the madam quickly answered with a sweet voice. "She's with us for barely a month."

She felt the man's gaze scrutinizing her. She chanced a glance towards him and she saw hooves instead of feet, but not horse hooves, more like cow's or goat's.

He was wearing a black kimono tied with a leather belt with a gun and knife holsters. The upper part of the kimono was stretched by his broad hairy chest, it looked like a coarse goat's fur.

Around his neck was a necklace of dried, shriveled beads resembling human fingers. Very small human fingers.

"Strip," the man barked at her.

"Oh my," the madam gasped. "How very forward, master Kaza. This isn't our usual way of conduct."

"Shut your mouth," he snapped back. "This is a whore house, isn't it? We pay, you do as we tell you. Now strip down girl, I don't have all day."

Before the madam could protest and get in trouble, Rage stood up and quickly shed the abundant kimono.

The men in the room laughed, teased and whistled at her. When the last layer was off she stood stark naked in front of the pirates. A loud cheer boomed in the room and she sighed internally with annoyance. This fuckers would be dead soon anyway, so she put up obediently with her cover. She stood there with lowered head, while they laughed. Jokes on them, standing naked in front of a crowd was nothing new to her.

"Turn around," the goatman's voice cut through the laughter.

She turned her back to the room, knowing the two vertical scars on both sides of her spine were in full view.

More laughter erupted. She wanted to bash their stupid faces to silence them.

"This won't do. Go away," the man barked after a while.

The madam rushed to her. She covered Rage with one of the layers of the kimono and gathered everything else. Before she was pushed out of the room, Rage managed to catch a glimpse of the man's face.

He had long pointy horns, a goat's ears covered in fur and beady, deep set eyes that looked human but ominous. He reminded her of Krampus, the devil from old wives tales.

"I should stay," Rage said to the madam while she ushered her down the hall towards her quarters.

"Nonsense dear," the madam replied sweetly. "We all know you have a temper. We don't need a fight with the Beast Pirates. Besides, you have an appointment today. It's more profitable than these brutes would pay for your time."

That was all the madame cared about, profit. It had its perks. She was willing to look the other way if there was money involved.

Rage was rushed to her room and the madam made sure she was getting ready for the scheduled appointment. She sent another girl to help Yoshiko and came back to escort her to the door and into a litter carried by two bulky men.

At the opulent residence she was greeted by a middle aged woman with a serious underbite. She was wearing pristine makeup and an expensive kimono with a heron pattern which was the latest hot trend.

The tea was served in cracked cups repaired with pure gold. The woman called it kintsugi, the art of making broken things more beautiful. Next to the teacups were plates with wagashi, beautifully decorated cakes.

The cost of a single tea cup could feed a whole village for a month. The worth of the kimono the woman was wearing would provide food for a year. Yet most of the Wano’s people starved. While the elites drank their afternoon tea from gold incrusted cups, ate fancy cakes and indulging in carnal pleasures provided by a hired sex workers. It was despicable.

The woman was hesitant in engaging in any activity. She seemed pressured by her husband to learn how to satisfy his needs.

If the circumstances were different, Rage would leave. But these disgusting people didn’t deserve any kindness.

Without hesitation she manipulated the woman into agreeing to every activity Rage had planned for the afternoon.

It was already dark when she left the residence. She did the bare minimum for providing aftercare. She left the woman still dazed, wrapped in a bundle of blankets in the middle of the room. It was deplorable bdsm practice. She would never act like this under normal circumstances. But she wanted to break these people, make them suffer. They were the parasites that drained this country without any remorse. 

And she wasn’t a good person to start with, she would carry her own justice whenever she had an opportunity.

When she arrived at the Red Lantern District the house was too quiet. There were girls sitting out front, inviting clients into the brothel. But there was something tense about them.

The servant girl that helped her get ready earlier, intercepted her by the door and walked her to her room. The air in the house was heavy. Only a few clients were inside.

“Where is Yoshiko?” Rage asked, it was unusual for anyone else to tend to her.

The girl stayed silent, putting away Rage’s bag with sex toys.

“I asked you a question,” Rage demanded, her tone rising with tension.

Something wasn’t right.

The girl's shoulders trembled and she burst into tears. She tried to say something but the words were drowned by her sobs.

Rage’s stomach clenched at the sudden outburst. The bad feeling intensified and crawled through her insides like a cold snake.

She raked her memory in search of the girl's name.

“Hanako,” she said to the sobbing girl. “Calm down. Tell me what happened.”

She gripped her shoulders and held her still so she could catch her gaze.

“T-the pi-pirates…” she managed between the sobs. “The goatm-m-man. H-he hurt Yoshiko.”

She froze. Her breath caught in her lungs, while her blood turned to ice.

The girl yelped in pain and it shook Rage out of the stupor.

She relaxed the grip on Hanako’s shoulders and forced herself to take a deep breath. Without a word, she went straight to the small room Yoshiko shared with the other maids.

The room was dark and stuffy without any windows. The light from the corridor fell straight on the small bundle on the floor.

"I'm back, Yoshiko," Rage said softly.

She walked into the room and dropped to her knees, making sure to make enough noise for the girl to be aware of her.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here. I should've stayed."

The blankets trembled and a muffled crying filled the room.

Rage felt like her heart would fall apart. But she knew she needed to get a grip, she wasn't the one who got hurt.

"Can I touch you, Yoshiko?"

The blanket was suddenly tossed aside and Rage's arms were full of a small, fragile body. Pained wails reverberated from the walls, pushing daggers of grief into her heart.

She shoved down the feelings before they became too much to bear and took in the state Yoshiko was in.

She was dressed in a worn out nemaki that was a size too small. The sleeves revealed her thin arms and Rage could see bruises on her wrists and forearms. Her right hand was bandaged and Rage froze. The bandage unnaturally covered the place where Yoshiko’s pinky finger should be.

She remembered the necklace around the goat pirate's neck and the shriveled beads that resembled fingers.

Yoshiko was missing a finger.

That bastard cut off her finger.

He took a fucking tophy.

Her blood boiled and her vision narrowed. The thrumming in her ears became so loud it almost deafened the child’s wails.

"You are safe now," Rage heard herself saying. "I will hunt him down like the animal he is and he will die a slow, painful death. I promise you, Yoshiko."

The girl tilted her head and looked up into Rage's eyes.

Her face was swollen with a giant bruise that covered half of her face and the skin on her right cheek was scraped.

"It hurts," the girl choked out in a strained voice.

Rage's throat clenched and her heart sank.

She pulled the girl into a gentle hug.

"I know it hurts, baby girl. I know," she kissed the top of the child's head. "It won't hurt much longer."

She used her devil fruit to boost Yoshiko's healing. Not too much at once, because it would cause more pain. But enough for the girl’s wounds to start healing and for the pain to subside soon.

Yoshiko sobbed in her arms and Rage knew she couldn't do more than just sit there with her. She rocked back and forth, trying to soothe the crying child. She tweaked her hormones so the girl would fall asleep soon and forget about the pain for a few hours.

"Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Lost my faith and trust

You and I know

Gold don't turn to rust

I still swear that we can reign

Like the kings and queens of better yesterdays

Don't you know I've been burned

I've been burned I've been burned

You've seen me lose control

It's not worth it's not worth it's not worth

My soul

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

Where you gonna go where you gonna go where you gonna run to

When you get to the edge of the night

It's time you face the sky

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don't look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you."

Singing made her thoughts stop. In that moment it was only her, the small child in her arms and the heartfelt lyrics.

She carried the sleeping girl through the house and into her room. She put Yoshiko in her own bed and swaddled her in blankets.

The window was open, letting in a chilling breeze, so she went to close it. 

Her foot bumped into something hard.

She took a step back and looked down. There was a bundle on the floor, wrapped in fine silk with tattered edges. It looked like a torn part of a hand painted kimono.

She kneeled down to unwrap the bundle. Inside were several silver and gold plates that served as Wano's currency.

A piece of paper slid from the top of the plates.

"Buy the girl out and send her home. Witching Hour Boy."

She stood by the window, whistled and waited. If any of her girls were nearby they would come to her after hearing the signal.

But nobody came. 

She sent Rita away with orders and everyone else had their tasks. Nobody watched over her. There was no one to witness the infamous Witching Hour Boy leaving the bundle in her room.

Rage sniffed the piece of paper. Her brows wrinkled and she picked up the bundle and brought it to her nose.

There was a faint lingering smell. She knew that smell.

Detachment washed over her like a sudden splash of ice cold water.

She unclenched her fingers from the silk, wrapped the coins neatly and put the bundle away. She hid the money underneth all the sextoys. Nobody would be looking there. She wouldn't allow anyone to take Yoshiko's money.

With steady hands she took off the kimono and redressed into simple clothing and shoes. She put a knife in her pocket and strapped another one to her thigh underneath her clothes.

She left the room, heading for the main door.

"Where do you think you're going at this hour?"

Yes, the person she was hoping to bump into.

She turned to the short woman with a round face and big watery eyes.

The madam flinched but quickly gathered herself and put a stern look.

"You know the rules," she scolded. "You are not allowed to go out alone, especially at this hour."

Rage took in the small unthreatening woman. She wasn't a bad brothel mother, she treated all the working girls fairly. The thing that made her cruel was her greed.

"How much did you ask him to pay for Yoshiko?"

The madam's face went blank. She didn't answer, just stared flatly at Rage.

She took a step towards the woman, feeling nothing but cold calmness. But her face must've shown something else because the madam flinched again.

"How much did you ask for a virgin girl? How much for roughing her up and cutting off her finger?"

The madam took three hurried steps back, when Rage reached for her. But Rage managed to catch the lapel of her kimono to pull her in.

She looked into the woman's wide watery eyes, and stroked her throat with gentle fingers.

"Make sure to subtract what he paid from Yoshiko's debt."

Then she let go and walked through the main door. The madam didn't utter a word to stop her.

She stuck to the shadows, making her way through the Red Lantern District. She didn't bother to hide her speed or agility. If anyone was watching her, the show would only work in her favor. 

The word had already reached her target. The pirates that came to the brothel were sent there to confirm her identity.

She quickly reached her destination. She jumped over the wall surrounding the mansion and found the window to her target's room. Avoiding guards was easy, since she could smell them from afar.

The window to the room was opened. Tobacco smoke slowly drifted out into the night’s air.

With one fluid motion she slid inside.

He was sitting in the middle of the room, smoking his pipe and looking at a piece of paper that he held in his free hand. There was a single oil lamp illuminating the room.

Rage silently stepped behind him, leaning her head forward to inhale his scent.

It was the same as the scent that lingered on the bundle of money in her room.

"What keeps you awake so late at night?" She said softly right next to his ear.

As she expected, he swung at her with remarkable speed. She dodged his fist, grabbed his hair and yanked back. He tried to turn around in her grip, but she was faster. She straddled his hips, pushing his thigh down with her calves. She grabbed his wrists and forcefully pinned them to the floor by his sides.

He went lax the moment his gaze landed on her face.

"Hello, Kyoshiro," she said while looking down at him.

During the struggle his bun came undone and his lavender hair was fanned out on the tatami mats around his head. His narrow eyes were focused on her face.

"Unannounced late night visit is considered quite rude," he said in his usual stern tone.

"Does it?" She gave him a small crooked smile. She loosened her grip and crawled up his body on her hands and knees, until her face was right above his. She leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I wanted to thank you for the gift you left in my room, Witching Hour Boy."

She felt a tip of a knife digging into her back, right over her left kidney.

She slowly pulled back to look into his eyes.

He was glaring at her, his gaze merciless.

"The knife is unnecessary," she told him with a smirk. "We are on the same side."

"What side is that?" He asked in a hushed, threatening tone.

"The weak and exploited side," she answered, dropping the smirk. "This side gig of yours just removed you from my kill list."

His eyes narrowed to thin slits.

"You are not from here," he stated, digging the knife harder into her back. The small prick of pain informed her that the blade broke her skin.

"I'm here for a reason," she grabbed his jaw, digging her fingers into his skin. "I'm looking for my father who is a Beast Pirate. You are helping me find him in exchange for my services. And future benefits of being on good terms with the daughter of Kaido's head officer. Now that I know you are not an entirely rotten man I believe that I can consider you an ally."

"You are delusional if you think you will walk out of this room alive."

Holding his gaze, she leaned closer so their noses were almost brushing.

"Yes, I will master Kyoshiro," she replied. The detachment started dissipating and the stifled emotions came to the surface. It must've showed on her face, because Kyoshiro's brows furrowed. "I will go back to the brothel, use the money you left for Yoshiko to pay off her debt. In two days, when she can walk again, I will take her back to her parents. I'll give her the rest of the money so they won't sell her again. She will never set foot in the Flower Capital again. Then I will come back and you will set up a meeting with my father."

He was silent for a moment, regarding her with calculating eyes.

"And then what?"

"What do you think my father will do? If he thinks I can be useful will he claim me as his progeny and make me one of the Beast Pirates?"

The tip of the knife dug deeper into her flesh.

"Why would you want to be one of them?" His breath smelled of the tobacco he was smoking earlier.

Hot anger shot through her and her blood pumped faster in her veins. She tightened her grip on his jaw.

"For starters, it will be easier to find that Kaza bastard and rip him to shreads bit by fucking bit."

Her voice broke at the end of the sentence. Angry tears pricked at the back of her eyes and guilt squeezed her chest in a merciless grip.

She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Kyoshiro's. Her throat was squeezed in sorrow and regret.

"If it wasn't for me, the pirates would never come to the brothel and Yoshiko wouldn't be raped. It's all because of me," she choked out through a clenched throat, her voice sounding raw even to her own ears.

The knife at her back drew away and dropped to the mat with a soft thud.

A large hand gripped the back of her head.

"They knew you were there, because I passed the information that you may be the daughter of one of them. They wouldn't have come otherwise. The girl's tragedy will weigh on my conscience until I die."

"Doesn't the money absolve you? You set her free to alleviate your guilt." She released her grip on his jaw and leaned back, catching his gaze.

"Will killing him make your guilt go away?" his voice was dejected and his gaze turned empty.

"No, it never did."

His fingers tightened in her hair.

"Yet we have to do what has to be done and bear the consequences."

She grabbed the front of his kimono. "I know," she whispered back.

She thought she left it all behind when she left Sin City. She thought she wouldn't ever need to clench her teeth and look the other way to carry out the mission.

When she bonded with Law, she really thought her life had changed. That it would be different, better with a stunning mate by her side.

But here she was again, on another mission. Suffering through collateral damage for greater good.

Her breath sped up and vision tunneled, chest squeezing in pain.

She pulled on the lapels of the kimono and found the gaze of the man beneath her.

"I don't want to feel like this," she choked out, her tone pleading. "Make me forget for a while, please."

Pain flashed in his eyes and he removed his hand from her head.

"I'm old enough to be your father," he answered, shaking his head.

"I don't care," she took his face into her palms and leaned in, stopping when her lips were almost brushing against his. "I don't want to feel this guilt, this shame, even if it's just for a while. I want to feel something else, anything else."

She wanted Zoro and Law. She wanted to be somewhere else, away from this godforsaken place. With her mates, happy.

But she was here, carrying out a plan that could change the world. She couldn't back out, especially now, when a person was already hurt. If she ran away, Yoshiko's tragedy would be in vain.

She needed to cope with the guilt, the pain. There was opium in the brothel, but she needed to stay sober for the sake of the mission. Sex would make her forget for awhile and she needed a break, needed to feel something else.

Law and Zoro would try to reason with her, try to explain it wasn't her fault. They would be right, too.

But this man underneath her, he knew how she felt. He was ridden by the same guilt. He wasn't asking questions.

He gave in to her request and their bodies tangled together. Their lips joined in demanding biting kisses. Their hands ripped clothes away seeking naked flesh.

He thrust into her when she was still dry and tight, the pain shooting through her like a welcomed lighting. She bit into his arm to muffle the scream.

He didn't stop, grunted in pain when she clenched her teeth harder and drew blood.

He didn't stop when she came and hot tears dropped from her eyes.

She urged him on, begged him for more. Raked her nails over his back that made him hiss in pain and come with a strangled moan.

But it didn't end there.

She took his hand and guided it to her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, restricting blood flow to her head. She felt light headed and her eyelids dropped as hot tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

She felt him grow hard again and he started thrusting. Orgasm hit her like a crashing wave. Scents of blood, cum and tears mixed in a heady feeling and her mind blanked out.

Next she knew, she was flipped on her stomach. Her naked breasts were scrubbing painfully against the rough mats. He twisted her arms and held them in a strong grip against the middle of her back. Then he thrust forcefully into her from behind.

It was bliss.

At the end of the night they were both covered in bruises, bites, scrapes and cum. But they were sated.

The sky was getting bright when she pulled her clothes on.

"You will need a new madam to manage the brothel,' she said, while tying a belt around her hips.

"Did you kill her?" Kyoshiro sounded frazzled.

"No, but she'll be dead in a week due to an unknown illness."

It usually took around a week to die after the thyroid stopped producing hormones. According to Law's medical books.

"Be sure to be back soon. A messenger came in the evening requesting your presence at a party held at Onigashima in five days."

She didn't turn to look at him and went to the door. "I'll be back on time."

"Are you going to walk out through the front gate?"

She huffed an unamused laugh. "Why not? I'm a whore afterall. You just tested out the merchandise."

Without looking back she walked out the door and through the silent house.

The next day she left the capital with Yoshiko and headed to Kuri. It took them two days to reach the village. 

They were attacked by bandits once. And they had to take a longer break, because Yoshiko had a flashback and a panic attack.

Rage hugged the crying girl and carried her away from the dead bodies on the road.

"Reiju-sama," the girl sniffed after she calmed down, "I think I don't have any super powers."

"Why do you say that?" Rage nudged her chin against the small head that was resting on her shoulder.

"When th-the man…when h-he…I wished really hard I was strong enough to fight him, I wanted the power to stop him. B-but I couldn't do a-anything."

Rage stroked her hair consolingly.

"Strength comes from practice. You were schooled to become a courtesan, not a fighter. They wanted you to be fragile and meek. "

"But you are a courtesan Reiju-sama and you are a fighter. I want to be strong like you and fight bad men!"

Yeah, many survivors wished they could. Hopefully, the girl will learn self defense and she'll grow up to be a strong, brave woman. And would be nothing like Rage and her crew.

Rage left Yoshiko in a rundown village with starving people. Her parents fell to their knees  when she gave them the money. She exchanged it for copper coins. So no one would be suspicious how gold and silver came into possession of simple villagers.

Yoshiko cried and Rage promised to visit her. She also threatened her parents that if they sell Yoshiko again, she would kill them.

She departed the village, rejecting the offer of staying the night. Oden's castle was a couple hours away and she knew her mates were nearby.

The short distance made it easier to sense their mood. Earlier she picked up Zoro's elation and Law's outburst of frustrated anger.

The man needed to chill the fuck out or he would have a stroke at a young age of twenty six.

At one point Zoro and Law were at the same location. But after she dropped off Yoshiko, they were already separated. Zoro was heading further away from her. But Law was at Oden's Castle, which was perfect.

She wanted to see him again, it's been too long since they separated.

She almost reached the ruins, when the top of the mountain exploded.

Shards of debris flew around her and pain erupted all over her front. She covered her face with her arms and jumped behind a tree for cover.

Her ears were ringing from the explosion and she couldn't see far. A cloud of dust enveloped everything around her.

Her heart hammered in her chest, cold sweat covered her skin while her mind raced.

Law. Law was in the castle. The castle exploded.

She frantically pulled on the bond and went slack against the tree trunk when the bond responded.

He was okay. Away from the mountain and engaged in a fight. He was alive.

Her girls!

They were in the castle!

She sprinted uphill through the forest, pushing haki into her legs to run faster.

There was rubble everywhere and the top was blown off, only naked rock remained.

Her breath sped up, while she looked around, searching for anyone alive.

There! On the horizon was a massive creature, moving away towards the sea.

Kaido.

Kaido destroyed the castle.

But why? Did someone betray them?

"That was quick thinking Shinobu!"

"You saved us!!!"

"I was so scared that we were done for!"

"If anyone's hurt, walk it off." That was Daria's voice.

"Ack! Who’s hurt?! I'm a doctor!" Was that Chopper?

She rushed toward the voices and found a deep hole in the solid rock. There were people crowded together, bickering with each other.

She spotted some of her girls, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi… and Chopper and Brook! 

"Is everyone safe?" A concerned voice came from behind her. She glanced back and saw a beautiful woman with long hair, dressed in a kimono.

Then Sanji dropped to the ground with Nami and Carrot.

And through the trees came Makonde with the rest of the girls.

A short while later, the people in the sink hole were safely out on the ground.

"Good to see you Rage!" Nami greeted her with a big smile and hugged her tightly.

She reluctantly hugged the redhead back. "Took you long enough to get here."

The Straw Hats arrived, which meant the waiting was over!

A small excited pang nudged her thoughts towards the Straw Hats’ captain. He was here, they could bond!

Her own eagerness surprised her.

They parted on rather tense terms. And she didn't think about Luffy with everything that was going on. The bonds with Law and Zoro were still new and she was adjusting to their presence.

"What are you doing here? Were you compromised?" Makonde asked stoically, hitting her spear against the rock to gain everyone's attention.

"All's good. Just a small detour. I have to be back in three days," she answered and turned to Penguin. “Where did Law go?”

“He went after Straw Hat.”

She turned her gaze towards Nami and gave her a pointed look.

“Luffy went after Kaido,” the navigator answered with a tired sigh.

She stared down the Straw Hats, the cogs of her mind running through back up plans. Then she turned to Makonde raising her brows expectantly.

“Don’t make hasty decisions,” the black woman answered with a slow shake of her head. “We still don’t know what happened.”

“Law is heading back. He’s injured.” Rage informed. “He’ll tell us what went down.”

“We should relocate. This place is compromised,” Makonde pointed her spear down the mountain slope.

“We should go to Amigasa village. It should be safe there,” Shinobu suggested.

“What’s that?” Carrot exclaimed pointing towards the sky.

Reid’s silver board was racing towards them. Its shining surface was clearly visible in the blue sky.

Moments later Reid was jumping off the board. She was covered in blood and had heavily bleeding Mira in her arms.

For a split second, the world stopped. Mira’s left leg was gone.

A heartbeat later Rage was racing towards the bloodied woman. Daria was beside her. She was throwing orders left and right, administering first aid to Mira, who was writhing in pain.

“We have to get her into a shelter,” Daria ordered. “Cover that fucking board in mud and fly us to the village. Shinobu knows the way. Rage, she needs blood, you’re a universal donor.”

“I can’t,” panic creeping into her voice. “I was exposed to blood two days ago, I could have contracted something.”

Fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck. How could she be so stupid! She had unprotected sex with Kyoshiro and even bit him bloody. He could have been carrying all sorts of transmittable disease. And now, she couldn’t help Mira! What if she died, because of Rage’s stupidity! Mira already sacrificed so much for her!

“I’m a universal donor too,” Penguin piped in, stepping towards the board.

“You come with us then,” Daria declared, while administering an injection.

“Rage,” Reid squeezed her forearm to focus her attention, then she pointed towards a body in the grass. It was a bloody Beast Pirate. “Kaido took down Straw Hat. Law was trying to get him back, but was shot. Then Mira tried to intercept Straw Hat and she fought Tobiroppo. I barely got her out. I grabbed that one,” she pointed to the unconscious pirate, “to get intel where they were taking Straw Hat.”

“Come on, we don’t have time to chat,” Daria scolded.

Reid jumped on the board with Shinobu, unconscious Mira, Penguin and Daria.

Rage watched them until they were out of sight.

She was putting all her effort into controlling her breathing.

They were making plans for months.

Luffy arrived in Wano.

Luffy went rogue against Kaido.

Luffy disregarded all plans.

Luffy was defeated.

Straw Hat Luffy compromised the whole mission. Because he was incapable of following a plan.

Mira lost a leg because Straw Hat Luffy couldn’t reign in his arrogance.

A grunt broke her focus.

The Beast Pirate was waking up.

She walked up to him and aimed a swift kick to his stomach.

He was thrown back several meters and retched into the ground.

She waited until he composed himself and looked up at her. He was stupid enough to try to attack her.

She kicked his knee, just under the kneecap and his leg folded the wrong way. He crumpled to the ground and howled in pain. She hammer punched the side of his face to shut him up and break his brow ridge. Blood spilled all over his face, flooding his eye.

"Where are they taking Straw Hat?" she crouched over the pirate and pointed a knife at his throat.

"Fuck off, bitch," he barked back.

She drove the knife through his face.

It went clean through one cheek and the tip stuck out the other cheek, while the blade was lodged between the teeth.

He gurgled in surprise, his eyes growing huge.

"You either tell me where they are taking Straw Hat or I will cut your mouth open, fold back your cheeks and cut out your teeth one by one."

A shocked feminine gasp followed her words.

"Rage, that's too far," Sanji's voice reached her.

She didn't care about his opinion.

She stared down at the bleeding horrified pirate.

There was a scuffle behind her. Angry words were exchanged, but she didn't listen.

"This could end in just a moment or I can take hours to carve the answers from you. Your choice," she pulled the knife so the blade stretched the skin without breaking it.

The pirate gurgled in answer. He couldn't form any coherent words, so he carefully nodded.

She swiftly pulled out the knife, stroking the flat part of the blade over the man's teeth with a metallic zing.

He yelped and tried to scuttle back. "Udon," he slurred out. "Mines."

"Very good," she allowed him to crawl back, only to pierce his foot with the knife to stop him. "Now tell me where I can find a Headliner called Kaza."

He looked genuinely surprised, she twisted the blade to keep him focused. Law was almost there and she needed answers before he would interfere.

"King!" The pirate shouted in pain. "He's King's busboy!"

"Thanks," she put her palm on his skin and drained his hormones dry.

Then she turned towards the others. Her girls were fanned around her, blocking Sanji, Carrot and the black haired woman away from her.

"Your captain betrayed the alliance," she declared. "He risked everyone who worked for weeks to execute the plan - your crew, Law's crew, my crew."

Surprisingly, no one said a word.

"What are your orders, captain?" Nadina asked flatly. "Is the alliance over? Do we kill them?"

"Not yet. The Straw Hat's owe us a leg."

"You're insane!" Nami yelled back, her face red with anger. "Nobody asked your crewmate to go after Luffy."

Makonde's spear hit the ground with a loud clang. "You wouldn't be saying this if Mira succeeded. You would be thanking her. Have some dignity, girl."

Law appeared in the middle of the crowd out of thin air.

"Stop fighting," he looked around, staring down Nami and Makonde. "There's no time for your bullshit. Kaido took down Straw Hat-ya with one strike. We have to regroup and assess our losses."

Then he looked at Rage and the dead body by her feet. There was a pull on the bond and she moved towards him. Relief seeping into her heart with every step.

She formed a healing ball in her palm and pressed it into the wound on his arm. Pain pulsed through the bond but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. The wound wasn't serious.

She reached between the lapels of his kimono and wrapped her arms around his chest, plastering herself against his front. His tattooed skin was warm against her cheek and she inhaled his scent greedily.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tighter against him. His voice rumbled in his chest, soothing the tension away.

He was answering questions, but she didn't listen to the words. She already had a plan, whatever they were talking about was inconsequential.

All she wanted was her mate.

She burrowed herself into the bond, into the warmth and comfort it offered. The tension and grief melted away with every heartbeat she felt under her cheek.

There was a sudden pull. The scenery changed several times until she was pushed against a tree. Law's lips pressed against hers in an intense, demanding kiss.

The sheer relief from the contact made her go slack against the tree. She missed him so much. His closeness, his scent, his taste.

He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her even further in his presence..

She wanted more, she wanted to melt into him, feel all of him and only him.

The bond opened for her to do just that, but the last sliver of consciousness stopped her.

She forced herself to pull away and disconnected their lips.

"Law," she said softly, looking into his golden eyes. "I've made a mistake. I can't have sex with you untill Daria gives me a green light."

He held her gaze while his contradicting emotions raced through the bond. "Are you ok?"

"I wasn't hurt, just…stuff happened and I have poor impulse control," she tried to smile, but it ended in a grimace.

“What else is new,” he shook his head with a half smile, then grabbed her hand and pulled her to walk downhill. “Your quack of a doctor probably would cock block us just to spite me.”

Yeah, she would. Law and Daria hated each other's guts and were at each other's throats all the time.

“I can screen you while we walk,” Law said, glancing over his shoulder. “And you can tell me what happened.”

She’d rather not talk about everything that went down the past few days, but she was the one that fucked up. She needed to suck it up and explain herself.

She felt the initial surge of his powers flooding her system, but after that it became a gentle pressure. She focused her gaze at the path in front of them and started speaking.

She could feel his shock, then anger and the heavy stillness when she told him about the night with Kyoshiro. He guarded his side of the bond, keeping his feelings away.

Althought he never objected to her desire to have sex with other people than him and Zoro, she had her doubts. Speaking about something and experiencing it was an entirely different issue. Was he angry? Would he leave her because she slept with someone else?

“Stop worrying,” his dry tone broke her trail of thoughts. “It’s annoying.”

“Pot calling the kettle black.”

He gave her an unamused look and let go of her hand. Her heart clenched at the lack of contact.

“You’re okay, the only thing that was wrong were worms in your intestine. You could’ve ingested them while eating raw fish.”

“Law,” she stopped and stared at the back of his head. “I’m sorry that I didn’t use protection. I’m not sorry that I had sex.”

“I don’t blame you,” he stopped walking but didn’t turn around to look at her. His side of the bond was still silent.

“Then what is it?” A pang of irritation hit her when he didn’t answer. “Look, the silent treatment doesn’t do it for me. If we don’t communicate openly, then everything will go to shit pretty fast.”

He sighed heavily and finally turned to her. Guilt was painted all over his face and flooded from the opened bond.

“It’s not about you,” he said with his eyes downcast. “The thing that happened to that girl was horrible. I understand why you slept with that mafia boss. It’s how you cope. But what does it say about me, that after hearing the story all I can think of is you with another man. How I’d want to be there and see everything that he did to you. How it turns me on.”

Her eyes rounded at his confession and she felt her jaw dropping. Was it even real?

A deep unhappy scowl appeared on his face and he tipped his head so the hat blocked the view of most of his face. Shame and guilt swirled in the bond.

Oh no, no, no, no, no.

She quickly closed the distance between them, took his face between her palms and urged him to look her in the eyes. She felt him bracing for her reaction, while he held her gaze with acceptance of whatever would come his way.

He was so precious it warmed her heart.

“You are perfect, Law,” she told him with a large smile blooming on her face.

He squinted at her in suspicion, while his scowl deepened. “Your idea of perfection is pretty fucked.”

She chuckled and stroked his cheek with her palm. “I know, but you are perfect for me. I love you.”

Shock flooded the bond, then disbelief mixed with a sense of wrongness.

He let out a small annoyed huff and pulled her into a tight hug. "Only you would find a moment like this appropriate to confess."

Still, his arms tightened around her while he leaned his cheek on the top of her head. With the bond opened between them and the closeness it felt like they were melting into each other. The warmth she felt in her chest joined with the same feeling from Law. Her happiness grew so much it felt like it would burst.

"I love you too," Law murmured into her hair.

"Rage!" The woman with the silver hair called out the moment the village came into view.

Law stifled a groan.

Rage's crewmates were annoying, he would happily cut them to pieces and throw them into the ocean.

He wanted Rage all to himself. But he knew the moment they would set foot into the village she would be swept into her crew's business.

Rage squeezed his hand and smiled brightly. Warmth spilled in his chest in response.

He couldn't believe she really said it. That she found that particular moment appropriate to tell him she loved him. It was wrong. His arousal caused by her admitting she had sex with another man was wrong. Yet it was the reason that broke her walls and urged her to confess her love for him.

Why did he react that way? Was it the long separation that spurred his arousal?

He knew Rage tried to cover uncomfortable feelings with humor and sex. Kisa told him she abused many substances when she felt deeply hurt and betrayed. Did her behavior rub on him? Or did it uncover some part of him he wasn't aware of?

They did fuck several times on their way down the mounting. Each time was quick and intense. Filled with lust and stupid happiness that they found each other again.

"Mira's awake," the silver haired woman announced when they walked into the village. "She wants to speak with you."

Anxiety flooded Rage's side of the bond and she hurried towards the house Reid pointed to.

She tried to let go of Law's hand but Law tightened his hold and followed her. He released her when they were inside the house. Mira was laying on a futon, covered up to her chin with a thick blanket, an IV line with fluids connected to her arm. Another IV tube led to Penguin's arm.

Law gritted his teeth at the sight. This quack of a doctor performed a direct transfusion without any safety measures. Like she didn't give a single fuck about any consequences and Penguin's well being. He was ready to end her, the world would be a better place without her foul methods.

Penguin found his gaze and shook his head, trying to calm him down. His face was serious and he nodded towards Rage kneeling on the floor by the pale woman's side.

Rage made a move like she wanted to hug the woman but she hesitated and made an aborted gesture. She didn't know if she could touch her crewmate without hurting her.

"Mira," Rage choked out. "Why?"

"I want you to be happy," the woman responded softly, looking at Rage with warmth filled eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't rescue your mate."

"You weren't supposed to go after him!" Rage bristled, the bond overflowing with anger and sorrow. "You were supposed to maintain your cover!"

"But he is yours," Mira replied with a soft smile. "He's the one you've chosen for a mate. Your mates make you happy and I want to see you happy every day."

"At what cost, Mira?" Rage yelled back. "Why are you always throwing away your life for me like you don't matter? How can I be happy when it means you'll be crippled?"

"That's a sacrifice I'll gladly make for you," she reached from under her covers and grasped Rage's hand. "Forgive him." She pleaded. "He made a mistake. We'll fix it. Don't hold a grudge against him, please. He's your mate, your future."

Rage brought their joined hands to her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Mira, when I saw you mutilated because of Luffy, the bond shattered. There's no more yearning." She tilted her head to look the woman straight in the eye. "I swear I'll make it right by you. I'll kill him with my own hands."

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[usopp-writes]

May I please request a drabble or hc with Denjiro, where reader is admiring him from afar, never daring to actually hope he'll ever acknowledge them? Or just something sweet and fluff with him, since he so deserve some sweetness in his life, after what he'd been through for 20 years.

Thank you.

Rookie of the sea

Yes, he so deserve love and someone doting on him. While I haven't written for Denjiro before, I do want to write this and I hope I'll do him justice. Thank you for requesting this, dear Rookie. May this satisfy you.

Enjoy <3

Denjiro x GN reader SFW Word count: 1,540

Wano was free of the reign of Kaido and Orochi. You couldn’t believe it. More than twenty years in hell, where the people – your family and friends – had suffered and lost so much, was now over and done with. You could breathe again, though the island was still chaotic. The news about the defeat of the Yonko and that slimy bastard – as you called Orochi – spread like wildfire. Apparently there had been a raid at Onigashima during the festival; led by the Red Scabbards – you had thought they were all gone – pirates, samurais and other allies. The raid had been a success, it seemed, but you wondered what this would mean for the future of Wano. Would it truly be free?

Sighing, you wandered through the streets of the capital, your feet leading you to the house of Kyoshiro where you had worked up until now. He wasn’t there, you hadn’t even seen him at the festival and you wondered if it was his way of grieving from the loss of Komurasaki. You didn’t know the circumstances of her death, but she had been under his protection, you’d been slightly jealous of their relationship. Of course he would still be grieving, but maybe he’d been invited to the festivities on Onigashima too?

If that was the case, you should probably make your way to the island that now lay upon land. You didn’t understand how, but that wasn’t the questions that drove you. No, you had come to realize that you didn’t just admire Kyoshiro, you loved him. With all your heart and now that he was gone without a trace, you felt like the chance to confess had passed. Maybe he was dead, killed in the raid? If so, would you be able to find his body and at least give him a proper burial? Would the victors of this raid even allow you that? After all, you’d been a loyal servant to Kyoshiro for years, always doing his biding, no matter how odd they were.

You kept going, leaving the capital, alongside so many others, who had raided the farms that had been under Kaido’s control. You assumed they were going to bring the victorious people food after a long and most likely tiresome fight and battle. It must had been one hell of a fight, considering the island was here and looked like it’d been through a lot or maybe it had always looked like this? You actually didn’t know, but well, it didn’t matter. Your goal was to find Kyoshiro.

Standing in front of the island, you wondered how you were supposed to get onto it. Even the people from the town looked puzzled to as how they were going to bring the food to those who had fought so hard, while they’d partied. Somehow your silent question was answered and you got the means to get onto the island. You didn’t spare one moment and rushed up, afraid the opportunity would vanish again or your resolve was fading back to nothingness.

You quickly found out that everyone was gathered at one place. Carefully walking around – you didn’t want people to notice you and think you were here to use this opportunity to get riches for Kyoshiro – you searched for any indication that your boss and love was here or had been there.

The aftermath of the fight left you astounded, though. How could anyone survive all this? So much destruction and you’d noticed that some of the wounds were pretty bad. Not that you had medical knowledge, but even a blind man could see that some wounds were almost deadly. If it had been you or anyone else, then you might have been dead already, but this had been a battle with some of the strongest people that lived in Wano and then pirates from the outside, who all had been tough enough to survive the harsh sea. You’d heard from Kyoshiro how rough the sea was and one wrong move or decision would cost your life and the life of those sailing with you.

Suddenly long blue hair caught your eyes; the same color of your love, though the hairstyle was definitely different. However, the height and his eyes were the same. Was this man Kyoshiro in disguise? And was that Komurasaki at his side? But she was dead. Had you all died and was this the afterlife then? What was going on?

You stood there, gaping at the two, unable to move, unable to progress the scene in front of you. Vaguely you noticed other yakuza bosses, but your attention was fully on the man with the blue hair and the beautiful woman at his side. Your heart raced, so many emotions rushed over you. Not only the dawning fact that Komuraski had somehow survived, but the raid had succeeded. Kaido and Orochi was no more in control of Wano.

Not registering that the blue-haired man moved, his speed surprising you, when he was suddenly in front of you. He towered you easily and you looked up at him. Even if this wasn’t Kyoshiro, this man was handsome too, taking your breath away for a brief moment.

“You’re here, y/n.”

Blinking, you tilted your head in confusion. “I know you?”

He chuckled and knelt down, gently placing his hand on your cheek, making you blush at the touch. “Forgive me, because I have ignored you all these years. I don’t deserve your admiration nor do I deserve your love, because I have deceived you. I’m Denjiro, one of the nine Scabbards, who hid behind the name Kyoshiro in hopes that this day would come.”

You took in a sharp breath, shock written in your face. Kyoshiro was Denjiro? You’d always admired the Red Scabbards, praying to them for a better tomorrow each night. They were the hope you had clung to in these rough times, the hope Toki planted with her prophesy lied within them and now one of them was here, in front of you?

“…”

You opened your mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say at first. Instead you placed your hand on his, as his words fully settled in your mind. He knew. He knew what you felt for him. You were not just a minor servant of his, as you’d believed. He’d noticed you, noticed the unspoken words in your eyes and subtle actions. You didn’t know he was this observant.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you placed your own hand on his cheek. “You did what you had to do, so this day would come. In your eyes lies the truth. I saw struggle and sadness in your eyes and I wanted to be the one to take that away from you, but it seemed that nothing I could ever had done would have been able to do so. There’s nothing to forgive. You gave me and Wano what our heart desired. Freedom. I also know what you did at night.”

He smiled, relief flushing through him, as you didn’t seem to hate him or be angry at him. Yes, he’d done what was necessary to survive and protect those he held dear, you being one of them. For years he’d felt and seen your admiration and love towards him grown, each year slowly killing him more, as he also felt the same towards you, but he was lying to you. Lying to the country, to the people that suffered so much, but he’d tried to give back. And you knew. He was so happy you had known and still been at his side. You and Hiyori had been his suns, the ones that kept him going.

Taking your hand in his, he kissed it gently. “Allow me to make up for the time we could have together. If you still want to, I would love for you to stay at my side, helping me, the Red Scabbards and the two children of Oden, Kozuki Momonosuke and Kozuki Hiyori to rebuild our country.” He gestured to the young and beautiful woman that had come to stand next to him, when he said Hiyori.

“Y/n, you have been so loyal to us. I am forever grateful for all you’ve done. Please accept my apology for deceiving you too, as I lived under the name Komurasaki.”

You bowed respectfully to the woman. “Princess, you have nothing to apologize for. If anyone else had known your true identity you would have not been staying here today. I am so grateful and happy that you survived and endured so much for us. Accept my heart and my soul, as I will help you rebuild your country. At the side of Denjiro.” You eyed the man, your face flustered and heart racing. Saying his name had been weird, but also so right.

Smiling, Denjiro raised himself again, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come; let’s start right here and now, by helping the wounded.”

With a flutter in your heart, you nodded and followed them into the place of chaos. Today was the happiest day in your life. The day you and your country got freedom and where your heart found the love you’d yearned for in years.

#denjiro x gn reader #self insert x canon #one piece x reader #denjiro x yn #one piece #sfw #gender neutral reader #rookie of the sea (anon)

[myonepiece]

Hello author-san! (idk what name you go by here on tumblr (╥﹏╥) lemme know) I have a fluff headcanon request!

How do you think Killer, Kid and Kyoshiro would react to their s/o randomly made flowers crowns for them, each with the flower they think represents them, like

Killer gets a dwarf sunflower crown

Kid gets a rose flower crown (causes hes a prickly bitch but we love him)

Kyoshiro gets a lavender flower crown

And you get a morning glory flower crown! (I saw them and they just reminded me of you) (っ´▽`)っ ♥️💖

This is what the flower looks like if you're curious!

i can't- i love you 😭😭 you're just too freaking precious 😤🖤 also i've never actually specified what to call me, i've gotten author-san a lot and i love that but any nickname is fine too (you can also just call me jenny) 🥰

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE PLEASE FORGIVE ME

killer, kid, kyoshiro when their s/o makes them a flower crown

description: killer, kid, and kyoshiro (separate) when their s/o randomly makes them a flower crown

-he's super confused at first until you hold out, he just kind of stared at it

-if you try to put it on him he's gonna push it away, he's not wearing a flower crown in front of the crew, in front of kid

-he's not interested in wearing a flower crown.

-you'll have to wait until you're in private later, when he's lounging on the bed and you happen along looking allcute and innocent and irresistible

-he oustretches one of his arms so you can slip onto the bed beside him and you snuggle up against him

-his eyes flutter closed but you stare up at him trying to stifle your giggles and anticipating smile

-after a few minutes once you thinks he's asleep, you take the flower crown from where you were hiding it beside the bed and slowly reach your hands up

-then his eyes shoot open glaring down at you, but you keep moving, mainting eye contact as well

-you lightly place it on killer's head and bring your hands back pressing them into killer's body in attempt at defusing him with your cuteness

-and luckily it works, he sighed through his nose then his hold on you tightens and he falls back to sleep, you survived

-there is no way you're getting that on him while he's concious, he will smack it out of your hand

-so you wait until he's asleep

-all comfortable (and unconscious) in his workshop chair

-then you sneak in, tip toeing across the room to the side of his chair and stilling just in case he woke up at all

-when he doesn't move you step forwards, reaching up and slowly putting the flowers atop his red hair

-and then...

-he wakes up!

-barely, but his eyes are open and narrowed at you in a suspicious glare

-"what are you doing?"

-"i.. came to nap with you!"

-he hesitates then grunts and you take that as a sign of acceptance, so you crawl onto his lap, he moves his arms to make room for you before coiling them around your waist

-he doesn't even notice the flowers as he falls asleep, his arms firmly around you holding you to his chest, and the pink, red, and white flowers sticking out against the color of his hair

-most definitely the easiest to give a flower crown to

-especially when he’s drunk

-because then he’s just a mess, his arms flying all over constantly holding you in somewhere, hugging or even petting you

-so you take his chin in one of your hands and lean in closing the gap with a kiss that denjiro quickly turns passionate- mostly just messy though

-and with your free hand you sneak the flower crown up onto his head

-you pull away to look up and smile at how adorable he looks

-but of course kyoshiro isn’t done kissing you, and the smile you’re giving him is too much for the drunk in love (and sake) man to handle

-so one minutes he’s pressing his lips against yours feverishly once again

-and the neck his nose is smushed against your shoulder and he’s snoring

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[doctorgerth]

Hi could irequest fluff prompt 8 squishing cheeks with a female partner for Denjiro Izo or Kuzan one of these cutues giving their girl a hard time play teasing with her? I think it be a cute prompt for anyone one of them lolThank you

a/n: yayyyy I can now post headers with Denjiro without having to tag as spoilers lmao this one didn’t end up as teasing as I’m sure you wanted, but I hope there’s still enough cuteness to make up for it 🥺 also bless u for requesting this man bc he has my whole heart ❤️ it’s long and choppy bc I kept getting carried away and had to condense once again ahsjdbe I’m sorry

prompt: BOX A - ⑻ Squishing the other’s cheeks

pairing: Denjiro x F!Reader

warnings: underlying angst, but mostly fluff | mentions of Denjiro’s other identities

word count: ~510

Ushimitsu Kozo hides in the alley to remove his bandana and drapes his exhausted body with the blue cape. Kyoshiro silently approaches your door, remaining in the shadows so no late night passerbys could see the yakuza boss sneaking into your home.

The physical and mental strains of the witching hours always lead them home to you.

He reaches into his pocket, fumbling to find the spare key you had granted him what seems like yesterday, and makes a quick haste in unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s quiet as he leaves his shoes at the door, tired feet tiptoeing to your bedroom as he navigates your home through the dark with ease. When he arrives at your bedroom door, he’s surprised to see a dim light illuminating through the cracks of it.

Gently, he pushes it open, well aware of the obnoxious creak it makes when one is not too careful with it. He doesn’t intend on waking you, but you immediately stir as he crouches underneath the door frame and makes his way in.

“Denji?” You call out, rubbing at your eyes as you sit up to look at him.

He smiles wide at your sweet voice, “What are you doing awake, darling?” He walks over to turn off the lamp you left on for him before untying his hair, shedding his clothes, and discarding them haphazardly on the floor.

You yawn, settling back under the covers as he sluggishly joins you in the futon. “I was waiting on you.”

Your arms are quick to embrace him as he lays beside you. He chuckles as you sigh contentedly against his broad chest and he welcomes you in his hold. Swearing your tender touch alone could heal all of him.

“I missed you.” You breathe out as sleep threatens to claim you fully now that he is beside you. “It’s hard to sleep without you.”

He places a chaste kiss at the top of your head, heart pounding at your drowsy confession. “I know it, love. But I’m here now, so sleep.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you whine with a defined pout, “I haven’t seen you all day and I want to-“

Before you can finish, Denjiro has your soft cheeks pinned between his large fingers, ultimately squishing them together and jutting out your lips until you look like a fish. An unbearably adorable fish whose charm would surely be the death of him.

“You know, you’re cute when you pout,” he grins, “but you’re even cuter like this.” He can feel your cheeks heat up underneath his touch.

“Denshiiiii-!”

“And you’re cutest when you say my name. By Oden, what am I going to do with you?”

“Lovwe me forweva?”

His heart stops, your doe eyes sparkling with adoration under the light of the full moon peeking through your window. Before you can crumble his demeanor any further, he kisses your puckered lips and releases your cheeks to tuck you back into him, hoping you don’t catch the pathetically lovestruck look on his face as he holds you tightly.

“I intend to.”

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[trashytoastboi]

Hey there! Hope you are doing well! I am really happy that your askbox is open again andI would to request some headcanons about Denjiro and Kanjuro comforting a partner who has been feeling more depressed because of stress. Thank you very much in advance!

Heyya!🍀 I hope you're doing all good!! Sorry for the wait with this, I hope you enjoy ~

(Gender neutral)

Headcanons: Denjiro, Kanjuro – Comforting a partner who has been feeling more depressed because of stress

Denjiro

🌸Denjiro is very observant to his partner’s wellbeing and instantly knows when {Name} is not feeling their best, he notices it in their little gestures…things they say, they way they sometimes just have a bit of a sadder expression on their face. The moment he feels something wrong, he instantly tries to find out what could be causing his partner any type of distress.

🌸He often thinks carefully on how to approach the topic, and inquire about it. He wants them to know he cares and wants to help; Denjiro will not force answers or press the topic if {Name} does not feel like speaking about it, which is why he tries to take the best approach to make them feel a bit better.

🌸Very understanding and knows that emotions can be very complex and hard things to deal with, especially when one is overwhelmed by them. Denjiro offers great comfort with his words of advice, as well as words of reassurance and affection should his partner be up for a long cuddle session.

🌸Will go to great lengths for their sakes, whether it’s finding legitimate solutions to the problems or doing silly little things that might serve to make his partner smile just a little bit.

🌸He has the habit of offering the perfect advice for the situation…he is extremely apologetic when his advice may come across as harsh, there is never any malicious intent and only thinks of his partner first…so sometimes while his advice is the most necessary but not the most pleasant.

🌸Denjiro is completely there to support his partner, whether they need space or need him to constantly be there, he will be. He is one of the most understanding people since he knows what it’s like to lose to one’s own emotions and is why he is very insistent on being there for {Name}

Kurozumi Kanjuro

🖌While Kanjuro may initially prove to be absent minded at the best of times, he is in fact, quite in tune with the things around him, including his partner. He pays close attention to how they act and will know when they are not feeling too good. Being a person who was raised in theatre himself – Kanjuro can easily see through the performances of others and will know when {Name} is forcing themselves to appear ‘okay.’

🖌Depending on how much concern he may be feeling in that moment will dictate his approach to the subject…if he is feeling great concern for his partner – Kanjuro will outright ask and express his concern for them. If he feels that the subject might be of something sensitive he will take a gentler approach.

🖌Literally will smother his partner in hugs while trying to comfort them, he will be completely doting and pamper them a lot. Kanjuro might also do things in an attempt to make {Name} smile or laugh, he also can be quite serious and tries to reassure them…and when they are ready to talk he will listen.

🖌Unintentionally, yet completely chaotic. Kanjuro will try an extensive list of various things to try and help his partner, everything from comfort, to reassurance and even approaching the issue directly, especially when finding out the source was stress…he was ready to declare war on stress…which is not a very, tangible enemy…but none the less he was determined to fight against it for {Name’s} sake.

🖌Has a long list of proverbs that seem to perfectly pertain to the situation currently at hand and in great contrast to the chaotic energy around him, Kanjuro can greatly inspire a sense of calm and tranquillity in his environment as well and in fact uses this to try and create a less stressful place for his partner.

🖌Anything they may need Kanjuro will make sure to utilize it to the utmost and ensure that {Name} will feel better.

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[acolvyte]

Aco you sweet angel, can I requests the prompt "If you don’t stop staring at me like that I won’t be able to refrain myself from kissing you" for Denjiro, please? i know you love him too and the world really needs more of him, hehe. thank you so much if you do write this! <3

-Denjiro’s alibi-

Denjiro x reader {Fluff Prompt 19}

Reader gender : neutral

Note: Omg yes, some Denjiro request!! Thanks a lot for requesting that Lale, I got a lot of fun doing it!! And yes we need more of this shrimp husband !

Not a lot of people at Wano knew what party looks like, even for you it was an unknow atmosphere. It was quite ironic since you were the one who was in charge to restore Orochi’s castle and redecorate it after big parties. It was your job.

But that’s because of your job that you meet him, this strange blue haired man.

Some saw him as a scary yakuza, others thought he was just a fool. And you, you didn’t think that much of him…He was just there while doing your work. One day he saw you struggled to reach for some material that was stored too high for you and he helped you to pick it. Since then, you two started talking occasionally. You were simply talking about the weather and stuff like that at first, but soon enough you were complaining about Orochi stupid behaviors and now you were talking about your passions and hobby.

After a while you even noticed that Kyoshiro was trying to be there when you were working. And every time you two saw each other and talked he always ended up falling asleep. And every time you woke him up, letting him know you were leaving.

Today was no exception, after a nice afternoon and an interesting discussion with him, he fall asleep. All the time you were talking you could feel his eyes on you. When you approached him to wake him up you stopped yourself…It was your turn to stare at him a little !

Rare were the times you could have a good look at him since you were always focusing on your work. You got on your knees and observe his face’s features, he really had a beautiful face…You looked at his eyes that seems angry most of the time, except when he was alone with you, and then you looked at his lips. You thought that they certainly had the taste of sake and he must be a rough kisser…They must be really nice to kiss… You continued to observe a little more, not realizing you were now really close to his face.

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I won’t be able to refrain myself from kissing you”

Oh dear lord he was awake. Your eyes widen in surprise and you almost trip while trying to stand up as quickly as possible. Your tomato-colored face made Kyoshiro laugh and he stoop up, now towering you. You looked away, now really embarrassed.

“So… You seemed pretty curious about this, am I wrong?” He pointed his lips with his finger.

“Huuuh, I, I just-“ You weren’t capable to find your words, you didn’t think you could get caught like that, while doing this really embarrassing staring…

Denjiro smiled softly at your behaviour, he was feeling soft because of your reaction. He knew that since some weeks he was feeling something more than just friendship towards you, and your lack of discretion was just the perfect alibi for him…

He leaned towards you, lifting your chin up with his hand. He was so close to you, your lips were almost touching.

“May I?” His breath was hot and his eyes were so much more intense than normally.

“Yes” is all that left your lips before he sealed them gently with his. You were right about the taste of sake but he was everything but a rough kisser.

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[trashytoastboi]

Oh good, I’m the denjiro anon, can you do the E, F and O of the fluff alphabet with Denjiro please? ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 Your headcanons are good, I liked them.

^.^ I hope you enjoy ~

Ask box: currently open

(Gender Neutral)

Denjiro - E, F, O

(Sadly I can't use GIF as it may be considered a spoiler)

🌻E - Denjiro believes in being on equal footing with his partner, he will never put himself above them, however he is dominant in certain aspects, all with mutual respect. In some decisions he allows his partner to take control, unless he believes it is not good against his better judgement. When it comes to situations however, he will take charge as a means of protecting his partner. (Although he relinquishes all the dominance when it comes to snuggling, sometimes he enjoys being the little spoon)

🌻F - Denjiro has great emotional restraint and control which means fights do not escalate to the point of becoming too heated or out of control, he is also very reasonable, which is why he tries to understand his partner without forcing his own point, they listen to eachother and if his partner gets too angry during the course of a fight he will calm them down before continuing. Fights are more like a debate and they do not occur often, fights can be very long due to their nature being that more along the lines of discussion.

🌻O - He gets lost in thoughts of his partner often, which distracts him in everyday life. When pulled back to reality, everyone just knows he literally ‘has his head in the clouds’ thinking of his S/O. He is very thoughtful and doting on his partner as well as being extremely attentive, he expresses his love through gestures and eloquent words, he is a very verbal partner and expressive in his gestures and actions, though reserved when the setting calls for it, he loves simply spending time with his partner. It’s obvious for those around him to see when he is in love.

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[myonepiece]

1000 follower event- 7, 6

fluff

7- Kyoshiro

6- “don’t cry”

warnings: none 

Kyoshiro’s grin rivaled the stars while he walked down the path, cradling you against his chest. you smiled back up at him, poking the end of his unique hairstyle while telling him a story you had recently heard. he chuckled every now and then when. you got distracted by the way his hair bounce, just wanting to smother you in kisses then and there.

he would lean down and press messy kisses across your cheeks, before looking back up to make sure you were going the rightway.  your giddy laugh madehis heart flutter and he felt what he could only describe as perfectly complete. 

he turned the the corner and approached your house, his face fell momentarily when he recognized the building, placing you down gently on the doorstep and leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. he pulled away but stepped closer, backing you up against the door- but despite his somewhat suggestive actions, his eyes shone with an innocence.

the lanterns provided enough light to see the blush dusting his cheeks, his smile, although big, seemed almost nervous- hesitant. 

“are you okay Kyoshiro-kun”

his smile turned shy at the name, though it didn’t do much to sooth his nerves. 

“I have something for you”

his voice was quieter than usual and his eyes didn’t exactly look angry like they almost always did, they looked softer. he reached into his robes and brought out a small black box, stalling momentarily then hold it in front of you. you took it carefully, opening it slowly- there was a silver band holding a brilliant blue gem in the shape of a heart, the color almost identical to his kimono’s color. 

“I knew the second I met you there was something about you I needed. turns out it’s not something about you, it’s you”

you gasped quietly and covered your mouth.

“do you like it”

he asked. you nodded quickly, feeling the familiar sting of tears begin to poke at your eyes. you sniffled and Kyoshiro’s eyes widened when he noticed the little tears gliding down your cheeks.

“don’t cry”

he squated down so that he was almost your height, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger. he grinned at you and lunged forward, picking you up bridal style again while you tried to hold your tears back. he beamed down at you and lowered his head, the end of his hair tickling your face and making you laugh.

you wiped your eyes and wrapped your arms around Denjiro’s neck.

“do you want to stay with me tonight”

you could feel yourself blush furiously, but Denjiro mirrored your reaction. you nodded perhaps too enthusiastically and the samurai secured his hold on you before starting off down the street- chuckling happily when you began prodding at the tip of his hair once again. 

requested by: @mintyshanowo

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