#shakuyaku x you

[bas-writes]

Bas, I am laying down at your feet and ask for belly scratches come with a humble request 👉👈

I'd love to ask for some smut with Shakky & afab!reader because I'm so weak for the queen. Thinking about how she makes reader gag on her strap and smirks down at them when they call her daddy, maybe edges them to hear some pretty little mewls before she spoils them? But you can go in any direction you want with this, I completely trust your smut skills, they're always one of my favorites! <3

Thank you so much for everything you do and no worries at all if you yeet this request! Always write what brings you joy.

This won't awaken anything in me, I say as I awaken new kinks with every sentence of this murder that's turned out to be a perfect self shot 😳

Well, well, well, whom do I see in my askbox 👀 Welcome, Lale, I hope you will enjoy this little thing I have here for you.

It's been a while since I dove into kink, so, thank you so much for giving me opportunity to oil up my gears 🤭

Little Pearl

Character: Shakky Reader: afab (no body descriptions, no gendered pronouns, words like pussy, clit etc. used to describe genitalia) CW: explicit N,SFW content, daddy kink, BDSM, submissive Reader, bondage, edging, sex toys, strap-on, oral sex (Reader sucks on strap), vaginal sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, praise kink, non-gendered pet names, smoking Word Count: 2139 Summary: “Do you like calling me like that?” With a smirk, she finishes her cigarette, puts it out in the ashtray, and leans down, close, your noses nearly touching. Thick smoke dances in your eyes as she blows it on your face, unhurriedly, the smirk growing darker and cockier with each passing second. “Would you like me to be a daddy for you tonight, my kinky little pearl?”

Her eyebrows cock up in surprise and her face freezes on the soft line between amusement and twitch of interest. Dark interest. The kind that spells tortures and sensations and trouble far more intense than the fate you’re already facing.��

Drawing on a cigarette, Shakky looks down at your trembling body, eyes skimming along the ropes tied around your arms, torso and thighs. The weight of her gaze is unbearable, if embarrassment and vibrator pressed between your folds weren’t making you squirm enough. You want to turn away, close your eyes at least, but she doesn’t like disobedience, she doesn’t like her little, cute Y/N doing the opposite—and didn’t she ask you to look at her all the time? You would never dare to even think of misbehaving, yet, it’s tempting, if only for avoiding this piercing, needling judgment and curiosity.

What on earth were you thinking, using that word instead of the usual title?

“What did you just call me?” She muses, crossing her legs the way the tip of her stiletto nearly brushed your chin. “A daddy?”

Your throat is so dry you can’t swallow, drool beginning to trickle down from the corners of your lips. No wonder words fail on you, nothing close to human speech coming out between your whines. All you can do now is just nod.

“Do you like calling me like that?” With a smirk, she finishes her cigarette, puts it out in the ashtray, and leans down, close, your noses nearly touching. Thick smoke dances in your eyes as she blows it on your face, unhurriedly, the smirk growing darker and cockier with each passing second. “Would you like me to be a daddy for you tonight, my kinky little pearl?”

She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her as you start to break and turn your eyes away. Her elegant, manicured hands carry the power of iron, holding you securely and with a reminder. The demonstration of her power is soothing, if not for strong, immobilizing even, grasp, you would nuzzle up to her palm, seeking more warmth and the spicy scent of her perfumes. 

Shakky’s smirk softens as you mold back into full submissiveness. Gently, she traces your lips with a thumb, wiping your own saliva all over them. “Do you want daddy’s cock to destroy your little, tight hole? Tell me, my little pearl. I wanna hear your voice.”

With her acceptance, no coil of embarrassment can hold you back, not when she encourages you with a voice so sweet. You drool and tremble at the mere thought of her finally having her way with you, but the words come out, pleading, nearly mewling, “Yes, please, I want it so much.”

“Please who?”

You can’t help but press down, trying to steal more friction from the pillow and vibrator nestled between it and your cunt, “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me!”

Shakky squishes your cheeks, pressing your lips forwards. She leans, as if to steal a kiss, but instead just blows at you again from close, so close you feel the warmth and moisture of her breath, “Ain’t ya the sweetest, most obedient thing? Will you suck your daddy’s cock for her before she fucks you silly?”

As her hold eases, you willingly open your mouth, your tongue lolling out and awaiting your treat. The smile she sends you as reward has you in shambles and desperately grinding on the pillow. “Such a good little pearl…”

The chair creaks, her legs spread open, her strapped cock positioned right in front of you, perfect and waiting to be sucked. You give it the first, testing lick, straining your neck to reach the best you can with arms and legs tied. It’s one of her biggest toys, the one you know well that will leave your jaw aching and throat sore—such a delicious expectancy! Your pussy, painfully void, clenches over nothing as you desperately try to provide yourself more friction. You’re so wet you’re sure the pillow underneath is soaked, the teasing torture running already for what seem ages for you. And yet, just a thought of her ruining your mouth has you leaking even more…

Fuck, you need her so bad! If only you could reach as much as you want…

A merciful hand guides you. Shakky moves closer, right on the edge of the chair and, fingers tangled in your hair, pulls you towards herself. Sheer excitement makes you gag long before the size forces your jaw open, sliding inside with ease. You’ve been ready and yet, her dick pushes air back into your throat and tears—out of your eyes. Instinct jerks your head away, but her hold is tight—she keeps you in place as you work your way on the strap, not forcing you, not yet, but not letting you squirm away. Thick toys and saliva drown your mewls of pleasure; the more muffled they are, the wider and darker her smirks grow. She watches you, hungry but calm, in absolute control of everything, from the twitch of your nerves to the wheeze of your breath, sweet and cruel, and the core of your mind—filled with nothing but need, nearly blowing you apart.

She doesn’t even need to pull you—you fuck yourself on her strap so eagerly you’re choking yourself. Saliva drips down your chin as you gag, time after time, on the toy sliding so deep it grazes the back of your throat. At this point you would just swallow it whole, but Shakky doesn’t let you, each time jerking your head away, as if you were a naughty kitten trying to steal food from her plate. 

She chuckles at your little, frustrated and muffled noises, tilts head on side with a smile sending harsh shivers throughout your spine. Finally, much to your whine, she pulls you away from your treat, gaze the heavier the more you cough, wheeze for air and squirm, trying to return to your duty and ease your boiling heat at the same time.

“Look at you, so messy, so greedy… “She coos, deliberately turning your head on side and rubbing her dick against your cheek.  “Do you like daddy’s cock so much?”

Yes, yes, you want to scream, but your throat is too sore—and too starved of her. All you can do is mewl and sway your hips. Your frustration doesn’t come unnoticed, she watches every move of yours with sadistic satisfaction and amusement. 

“Tsk, tsk, don’t be naughty, Y/N.” Remote control flashes in her hand, the vibrations between your folds slow down—don’t disappear but fade away enough to have you sobbing. “You don’t want to cum other way than on daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

You can’t help but pout, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to tilt your head back, as much as the hand tangled in your hair lets you. Amused, Shakky slides fingers into your mouth, chuckles as you wrap your tongue around them, hungry and begging. 

“Is my little pearl losing patience?” She presses your tongue down, cutting your silly attempts short. “Daddy edged you only for a while and you’re already caving in?”

You don’t have an answer but desperate mewls and humping. The knot of pleasure in your abdomen is tight, tense, but far from ready to burst, just dancing firmly on the line. The more the vibrations ease and fingers press into your mouth, the tighter it gets, not letting the heat simmer down. Your legs, bent in ropes, start to quiver, but it’s as much as your body is allowed to release.

As if the tentacles of her control pierced you that deep, through the very core of your consciousness and desire.

“Maybe daddy needs to teach you a bit more?” Shakky muses, smudging saliva around your lips. “Open wider, little lamb, daddy wants to see how far you can take it…”

She doesn’t stop you anymore, but your moves have nothing of greed left—just desperation to follow any whim and order of hers. Relaxing your throat as much as you can, you let her slide her cock almost past your limit, your jaw numbs and aching from pressure. You’re not sure anymore if you’re gagging on the toy or just on the sheer amount of your saliva—your mind is clouded, senses tied into hank over the little vibrator, once going silent, once irking you almost painfully, and always at the wrong time. She pulls you towards the release and pushes you away nearly simultaneously.

It drives you crazy. So crazy you’re losing yourself in this helpless chase.

With an especially loud sob, she pulls you away and lets you breathe, keeping you in line by pulling your hair, “What does my little pearl want, hm? Why whines so loud for me?”

“Please, please, oh my god…” Your voice, broken into mewls, sounds alien in your ears. “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me!”

You swear, you would break and cry if she said no and edged you one more time. But Shakky knows, always knows. And could never be cruel with you more than necessary.

“How could I say no to those pretty eyes…” She hums, finally moving from her seat. “Don’t cry, daddy will take good care of you.”

The pillow dips as she straddles it behind you. Instinctively, you try to turn your head towards her, but she doesn’t let you move, just wraps arm around your middle and pulls you up, enough to slide vibrator from underneath you, and make you lean against her. You mewl in pleasure, her big, soft breasts pressed to your back so soothing after the long torture. She peppers your jaw with soft kisses as she looks for position and angle comfortable for you both, trying to take some tension away from your knees.

“So sweet for me…” She licks the vibrator right by your ear, the wet sound alone almost making you cum in her hold. “You must be so hungry for my cock, hm, my little thing?”

“Please, d-daddy…”

“Shh, I got you.”

Your eyes roll at the back of your head when Shakky slides into you, slowly, patiently stretching you inch by inch. Keeping your trembling body steady, she works your starved pussy open, lips skimming the curve of your neck and shoulder. Dirty praises she whispers melt into incoherent noise in your ears, but her touch is like liquid glass against your nerves, fried to the breaking point. It’s soothing and teasing, torturing, but not denying this time.

“Relax…” She whispers as you sob, your hips helplessly jerking in the search of release. “Let me take care of you… Daddy will treat you so well…”

How can you hold yourself so stubbornly? You want to cum so badly and Shakky cradles you in her arms, fucking into you with a perfect rhythm, but the knot doesn’t want to break nor loosen, turning the heat unbearable.

“Shakky…” Desperate, you drop the role, your voice breaking and shaking as much as your body. “Please…”

“Let it go, pretty thing.” The hold on you tightens, squeezing air inside your lungs. “I’m here.”

When her fingers brush your clit, your body finally caves in. Head thrown back you mewl, sob and scream, your vision nearly turning white as you cream on her cock. She holds you close all the time, strong arms protecting you as you come down—collapse—from your high.

Silence rings in your ear once your mind returns to your exhausted body. Shakky already took care of most of the ropes when your head starts swaying on her shoulder—she recognizes consciousness in your eyes and kisses you, softly, barely brushing lips against yours.

“You did so well for me,” she says, proud, smiling, relaxed. “Don’t move, let me take care of you. Do you need water?”

You shake your head, trying to help her remove the last coil, just to get your hand playfully, very gently, smacked out of the way, “No, my little pearl, daddy hasn’t finished with you. Don’t you dare move a single finger.”

Oh, even if you had any power left to wrangle her, the tone of her voice puts you back into your sphere. You let her do all the work, more and more lazy with each passing second. To perfection you need only her arms picking you up and carrying you to a bath, as she always does after she’s done playing with her little pearl—or however she’s decided to call you during a kinky night.

And as always, she reads your mind, no words needed for her to throw ropes and tissues aside, to cradle you close and carry you to the bathroom, the gentle rhythm of her heart nearly lulling you to sleep.

#one piece reader insert #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #op x reader #op x y/n #op x you #one piece scenario #one piece smut #one piece x yn #op x yn #shakky x reader #shakky x you #shakky x y/n #shakky x yn #shakuyaku x reader #shakuyaku x you #shakuyaku x yn #shakuyaku x y/n #bas writes #shakky #sinful #afab reader

[wiverly]

You know what I want after the Cross Guild? An alliance between this two bombshell!

#please #two of my favorite characters together #I know it will never happen but a person can always dream #even though I think marines couldn't handle all the sexiness #anyway #for some reason I think they would go on like a house on fire #if you don't pay attention to that little detail in which shanks may or may not be a tenryubito #and even then #if hancock is the daughter of shakky and rayleigh for me they are canonically brother and sister #I don't give a f*ck #you can fight me for this #one piece #OP #shanks #akagami no shanks #boa hancock #silver rayleigh #shakuyaku #rayleigh x shakky #cross guild #sorry for my bad english

[roguerambles]

Pacts

One Piece - Reader x Gol D Roger x Silvers Rayleigh x Scopper Gaban

Warnings - 18+Only

I’m not sure about this one, and the One Piece rewatch has been progressing slowly, but I’m trying to kick the writer’s block, so have some silliness with Rayleigh, Roger and Scopper bickering over their single shared braincell.

-

You had settled in well with the Roger Pirates.

You worked hard, your wit as sharp as the knives you used in battle, and you had displayed absolutely no trouble keeping up with the crew. What you lacked in experience you made up for with enthusiasm, cunning and sheer, raw nerve.

You were also as pretty as you were clever, a combination of traits that never failed to pleasantly heat Silvers Rayleigh’s blood. Charm was as deadly as a dagger in the hands of someone who knew how to use it, and from how you had half the ship practically eating out of your hand, you certainly did.

This presented a potential problem, as he was definitely not the only member of the crew to notice. He’d seen you coyly stroking Scopper’s arm, the man’s eyes flaring and his smirk pleased. And Roger had certainly taken you under his wing since your arrival, but his gaze had begun to linger the way it did on a particular shiny piece of treasure he wanted to get his hands on lately. And Rayleigh would be lying if the flirtatious looks and comments you’d been sending his direction hadn’t peaked his interest considerably.

“I’m only saying.” Rayleigh murmured over drinks on deck, enjoying a brief moment of peace on the Oro Jackson. “Bedding the same crewmate can lead to…awkwardness.”

Scopper barked out a laugh, flashing a sharp grin over his mug. “Yeah, because that’s stopped anyone on this ship before.”

“Hey, what happens at port stays at port.” Rayleigh kicked him under the table. “But let’s say three of the higher ranked members of this crew started sleeping with the same woman. People might think we’re favouring her.”

Roger looked genuinely puzzled. “Who?”

Rayleigh sometimes struggled with the fact he trusted his captain with his life at moments like this. “Our newest recruit, captain. The one who’s breasts you can’t stop staring at.”

Gol D Roger was a man who lived completely without shame, so he merely grinned at Rayleigh’s accusation. “They are beautiful.”

They were, but that was beside the point. “I think we should agree to keep things…uncomplicated, while we’re at sea, at least.”

“Silvers Rayleigh showing restraint around a beautiful woman?” Scopper threw his head back with a booming laugh. “Someone tell Shakuyaku. She’ll want to know what the hell you’ve done to her husband.”

Rayleigh rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Do we have an agreement or not?”

“Oh, come on, Rayleigh.” Scopper tilted his head back, gulping more of his ale. “Don’t you think you’re overthinking this—?”

“What are you three gossiping about?”

Rayleigh turned in his chair to see you walking up from below deck, shrugging out of your long overcoat. The thin shirt you wore underneath hugged your torso appreciatively and Rayleigh felt his grip tighten on his mug without thinking.

Fuck.

“What the hell happened to you?” Scopper snorted, nodding towards your coat. Rayleigh realised the material was covered in some kind of…pudding?

You huffed and rolled your eyes, coming to stand near the table. “Apparently Shanks and Buggy thought clean up the dining hall meant have a food fight. You’re looking at the last casualty.” You tilted your head back to call across the ship, your voice echoing around. “Before I toss those two overboard at least!”

There was a bustle of frantic movement from behind some barrels and a flash of bright red hair out of the corner of Rayleigh’s eye. “Run!”

Roger and Scopper howled with laughter as the boys scrambled below deck, and you shook your head with a playful grin. Rayleigh chuckled deeply, watching as you moved around to where Roger was sitting, your hand brushing against his arm and sliding slightly over his bicep. The material of your shirt rode up slightly, showing off a strip of skin above your waist, and Rayleigh made a mental note to make sure Shanks and Buggy got extra servings at dinner tomorrow.

 “Anyway, I’m going for a bath.” You leaned against Roger’s arm, your curves pressing lightly against his shoulder. Rayleigh found himself watching intently – noting the way Scopper’s throat bobbed out of the corner of his eye – while Roger looked up at you, his grin broadening. “Can you cover first watch for me, Captain?”

It was an awfully bold request for a member of the crew to make to the ship’s captain, but the soft flutter of your eyelashes and the slight curve of your lips was enough to quicken Rayleigh’s pulse. Roger grinned broadly, his eyes drooping slightly to trail down your neckline as he spoke.

“Sure thing.”

“Thank you, Captain.” Your lips grazed Roger’s cheek – lucky bastard – and you slipped from the table, lightly running your fingers across the back of Scopper’s shoulders, shooting a coy smile in Rayleigh’s direction. “Gentlemen.”

Rayleigh was thinking some decidedly ungentlemanly thoughts as together they watched you walk away, eyes glued to the slight sway of your hips. The three men sat in silence, Roger’s expression dimming slightly as realisation seemed to hit him.

“Fuck.”

“Alright.” Scopper cleared his throat, tilting his head back to down the rest of his ale. “Maybe you got a point, Rayleigh.”

It took Rayleigh a second to remember what he had been talking about before you’d arrived, and he shook his head, lifting his drink. “So we have a pact, boys?”

“Aye.” Both Roger and Scopper tapped their drinks against his and the three drank deep, and the rest of the evening passed in friendly banter and companionship.

 -

By the week’s end the pact had been thoroughly broken by all three men, although who had done so first would be something they would argue amongst themselves for the rest of their days.

Rayleigh wasn’t sure exactly what had brought him to that section of the Oro Jackson that evening – it was a small, secluded room more often than not used as storage, but there had been nothing in particular he had been looking for when he heard the voices.

“Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart—”

His ears perked up at the sound of a deep voice groaning, accompanied by melodic laughter. The sharp screech of bedsprings and the playful growl of a man, followed by the sensual moan of a woman.

“Hmmmmm!….Scopper…!”

Rayleigh recognised both voices, and quietly stepped towards the door. The slightest sliver of space allowed him to peer into the room, dimly lit by orange light

“Fuck….! Fuck…! You feel so fucking good…!”

The muscles in Scopper’s broad back flexed and contracted, his hips thrusting with sharp, precise movements. Strong thighs clenched tight around his waist, only a thin blanket barely clinging to their lower bodies, locked together. Hands raked up and down Scopper’s back, your voice rising as you tilted your head back, moaning in sheer carnal delight.

…Fuck.

You twisted suddenly, shifting positions and pushing Scopper onto his back, the bed squeaking noisily beneath you both. Scopper laughed, tossing his head back, long dark hair slayed wildly across the pillows. “That’s it…oh sweetheart that’s it…fucking ride me—”

He groaned deeply, the tight muscles of his abdomen flexing hard as you sank down on him, his large hands grasping your hips, guiding you as you began to bounce up and down. Rayleigh felt his grip on the doorframe tighten so hard he was surprised the wood didn’t crack.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Yes, yes, ride me, that’s it sweetheart, fuck you feel so fucking good—holy fuck, Rayleigh—!”

Scopper gave a rather undignified yelp, his eyes locking on Rayleigh’s. He shot upwards so suddenly he nearly knocked you clean off him, causing you to cry out in alarm and grip his broad shoulders for security. Rayleigh stood frozen for a moment, before releasing his hold on the door, letting it slowly creek open.

You and Scopper stared at Rayleigh with wide eyes, and he stared back, the three of you standing in total silence. Thudding footsteps came from down the hall, and Rayleigh tore his gaze away to see Roger bounding towards him, his grin broad.

“Hey, Rayleigh, have you seen—EHHHHHHHHHH?!”

You hid your face in the back of Scopper’s shoulder, while the man groaned and rubbed his fingers against his temple. “You guys have awful timing—”

“Traitor!” Roger pointed theatrically, adopting an outraged expression. “You forsake our pact!”

“Will you stop yelling and get out already—”

“Wait, what pact—?”

“That’s rich coming from you, Roger.” Rayleigh tossed a smirk his Captain’s way, smugly noting the way his shoulders tightened and his face grew quickly nervous. “I saw you and her sneaking off together the other day—”

“What--?!”

“Aha!” Roger clapped his hands together loudly, recovering quickly to flash a triumphant grin. “We agreed not to bed her at sea. That was on that island we stopped at the other day—”

“Hang on, what—?!”

“That doesn’t count!” Scopper slid off the edge of the bed, blanket hastily tied around his waist – you grabbed his discarded shirt from the table nearby, looking around at them in total bewilderment.

“I’m the Captain and I say it counts—”

“Really, you two.” Rayleigh sighed and shook his head with a loud tut. “I’m not mad, just disappointed—”

“Oh, give it a rest, Rayleigh—”

“Will you three jackasses quit ignoring me?!”

All three men froze, their heads quickly turning to face you, perched on the bed, your expression stormy.

“Oh—”

“Crap—”

“We—”

“Quiet.” Your voiced cracked like a whip, and all three of them fell silent, wary as though trapped in a room with a wild animal. “Explain. Now.”

-

And so it came to be, three of the most powerful pirates of their time sitting on the floor, you sitting on the bed above them, their heads bowed like schoolboys receiving a scolding.

“So, you three have some kind of pact.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest, Scopper’s shirt far too big for you. “Involving me?”

Rayleigh kept his eyes on the floor, and his mouth firmly closed. Neither Scopper nor Roger spoke either.

“Very well.” You crossed your legs – showing off a generous flash of toned thigh that made Rayleigh’s throat dry – and eyed them expectantly. “We will wait.”

Seconds ticked by like hours. Finally, Roger, their fearless leader, cleared his throat and straightened his back, as though he had just recalled he was Captain of this crew.

“It was all Silvers Rayleigh’s idea.”

Treacherous bastard. Rayleigh glowered at the two men he called his closest friends, as Scopper nodded along eagerly with his captain. You turned slowly to face him, brows raised expectantly.

“Of course you would be the brains behind this operation.”

“Well.” Rayleigh tilted his head, flashing you his most charming smile. “I usually am around here.”

“Then explain. Now.”

He swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped at your commanding tone. Fuck. “It’s only reasonable. We all want you—” no point denying it now – “it seemed a good idea to keep that on shore. Keep things…professional?”

You raised your eyebrows, your lips forming a sly smirk that reminded Rayleigh of the way Shakuyaku looked at him when she had him exactly where she wanted, a look that both filled him with dread and sent a bolt of lightning directly to his belly. If he survived this he really had to arrange a meeting sometime—

“Is that why you were between my legs three nights ago?” You asked, and Rayleigh fought to keep his expression neutral as Scopper and Roger started yelling.

“I knew it—” Scopper shoved his shoulder. “You scheming dog—”

“Silvers Rayleigh!” Roger pointed theatrically, adopting an outraged expression. “You forsake our pact!”

“Damn it, Captain, you broke the damn pact too—!”

“In my defence.” Rayleigh said calmly, ignoring their indignant faces. “I knew you two would try to honour the agreement. That gave me time to approach her first.”

“What the hell kind of defence is that—!”

“Enough.” You clapped your hands together loudly and all three men stopped bickering, settling for glowering at each other instead. Your hands settled on your hips. “We all enjoy sex, yes?”

There was a brief, confused silence, before all of them nodded and murmured in agreement.

“We all enjoy sex with each other, yes?”

Rayleigh cast a quick glance at the other two – Roger nodded simply, while Scopper actually looked briefly flustered, before clearing his throat and nodding a little sheepishly. You sighed heavily.

“For pity’s sake—we’re all adults here. We can manage our own affairs.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t expect any favours from any of you, and none of you should expect anything from me.” You leaned against the edge of the bed, looking at them all expectantly. “Can we please not make this overcomplicated? I rather enjoying fucking you all.”

A bark of laughter spilled past Rayleigh’s mouth at your bluntness. You grinned slightly, while Roger and Scopper broke out into chuckles. “You’ve got a point.” Scopper grinned a little before scooting forward slightly, a large hand coming to run up your thigh. “We all just wanna feel good, yeah…?”

“See, you got it eventually.” You leaned down to playfully peck his lips, but Scopper caught your jaw gently with his fingers, tilting his head to catch your lips in a deeper kiss. You giggled softly, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and Rayleigh scoffed slightly, shaking his head with a bemused grin.

“We’re still here, Scopper.”

“Yeah, well…” Scopper mumbled between kisses, waving his hand vaguely over his shoulder. “You can go now…”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” You placed a hand in the centre of his chest, pushing him back slightly with a wry grin. You stood up in front of him, teasingly running a fingertip along his jaw as your eyes flickered playfully between Roger and Rayleigh. “I think you three have some making up to do, scheming together behind poor little old me’s back…”

The mischievous glint in your eye sent a current of heat through Rayleigh’s veins, but he tried to maintain a little composure. Beside him, Roger looked like he’d just stumbled into the largest pile of treasure he’d ever seen. You suddenly slipped past Scopper, strolling past the men to head for the door, dodging Scopper’s grasp.

“Where are you—?”

“The Captain has the biggest bed.”

You flashed a wicked smile over your shoulder as you disappeared around the doorframe. The three men stared at the empty air where you had been.

Rayleigh cleared his throat loudly, suddenly feeling far too warm in his clothes. “She thinks she has us wrapped around her fingers, doesn’t she…?”

“Yeah.” Scopper croaked slightly. Rayleigh could practically hear the wheels in his head rapidly spinning. “What do you think, Captain—HEY!”

Roger was already darting out the door. Rayleigh and Scopper bumped into each other as they scrambled after him, the sounds of their bickering and your laughter echoing throughout the halls of the ship.

Precious little sleep was had that night, but the four of you would consider it time well spent, regardless.

#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #gol d roger #gol d roger x reader #Silvers Rayleigh #silvers rayleigh x reader #scopper gaban #scopper gaban x reader #roger pirates reader #one piece x reader

[missmungoe]

“Speaking of the virginity parade, we still don’t know how Ben lost his!”

The call reached them from across the bar, dragging every pair of eyes within to their first mate.

“Better that you don’t know,” Ben said simply, and without looking up from his crossword.

Unsurprisingly, this did not dissuade them, as the grin jutting around his toothpick was well aware.

“You do realise that only makes us want to know more?”

"Why won't you tell us?!"

"Did you sign a non-disclosure agreement?"

"Does that mean it's someone in the navy?"

Ben remained unfazed by the barrage of questions, his attention on his crossword, and impatient, “Boss, can’t you pull the captain card?” a voice called, to loud agreement. “We’re dying here!”

“Someone has to win that betting pool; it’s ten years old!”

"I still say it was Tsuru!”

This was greeted with ooooohs, and several voices raised in agreement. “Yeah! She's way too familiar with you whenever we cross paths with her!"

More of them joined in, each suggestion more outrageous than the last. Someone claimed they’d heard there’d been a bounty out on it; another that he'd lost it to a Wano princess. Several high-ranked officers of the navy were mentioned, and one of the wilder suggestions was that he’d lost his virginity to the Kuja Pirates (plural), and not only that, but that it was the direct cause of their former Empress’ exile.

"Wait, which one?” someone asked, over the din of them all talking over each other. “The old girl or Shakuyaku?"

"If it was Shakky, I don't think Rayleigh would let us drink at the bar."

This was met with murmurs of agreement, before someone blurted in disbelief, “Do you all seriously think his first time was so significant it made the Empress of Amazon Lily abdicate?!”

"No one has that much game!!"

“I think this whole Casanova rep is just a front, and he's still a virgin!"

Their voices had risen to a fever pitch. For his part, Ben hadn’t taken his eyes off his crossword, and neither denied nor confirmed any of it, only grinned around his toothpick.

"Come on, Boss, make him tell us!"

They all turned to Shanks, who told Makino, "For the record, I also think it was Tsuru.” Then to the rest of the bar, watching him expectantly, “But if it was that easy to get him to spill, I’d have done it already. I’ve been trying to get him to open up for twenty years, and he still refuses. The captain card does not work.”

“Not for you,” Ben said.

The whole bar went quiet.

Then every single pirate within, their captain included, turned as one to Makino, who hadn’t lifted her eyes from the glass she was polishing.

#Shanks x Makino #opfanfic #op fanfic #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Makino #One Piece Makino #Akagami no Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks x Makino #Ben Beckman #Red-Hair Pirates #Lucky Roo #Yasopp

[allyftt]

An easy case for a detective~

{Heizou x reader}

Inazuma..

An Isolated Archipelago far east of Teyvat that has overcome endless storms. The people that have set foot on the islands have been met with red maple and cherry blossoms as far as the eye can reach. On winding shores, towering cliffs, in forests and mountains full of secrets, live people in peace. Endlessly worshiping their electro archon, Raiden Shogun.

Amongst those people are you, an ordinary person working for your grandma in her famous flower shop. People all over Inazuma came to the city just to buy fresh and beautiful flowers from you and your kin. They always said that your grandma’s hands were made by the god, The almighty shogun, because she always knew how to grow the best flowers and you loved to hear citizens cherish her so much.

Today was but a normal day for you, working in this little yet lively shop. Opening the wooden door, a familiar sight greeted you. Every day you felt like it was worth it whenever the scent of flowers hit your nose. On this fateful day, it felt even better with people greeting you on your way towards the shop.

Flipping the sign that states whether the store is open or not, you made yourself ready for the day. Eyes filled with joy and amusement whenever you find a new way to decorate the flowers.

Flowers were more than just decorations in your eyes, they held this certain power that made others happy and that is why people gifted flowers or liked to look at them. From a very young age you had always loved to see how your grandma picked and arranged the different flowers, she taught you everything and now you harbored the same love she had for them.

Twirling the flower in your hand, a liyuen peony called shakuyaku in inazuman, you placed it within a wooden vase. It almost resembled a bowl, but with careful inspection, anyone could tell it was a vase. Concentrating on everything you learned about ikebana*.

Sweat trickled down as you cut the stem from the delicate flower, careful hands moved as in a dance, eyes shining with determination, you inserted the blossom in the soil. Many stared as you worked, what better way to describe this scene than a magician showing magic? Ikebana is an almost forgotten art in the Inazuman custom, your family is one of the families that kept this tradition going with the arrangement of flowers.

If the Naganohora makes fireworks as a form of art, your family arranges flowers.

Many could continue to make poems about how the flowers bloomed in summer or how they wilted in winter, but no one could ever arrange a picture with the very flowers they describe. You could take pictures, but nothing could compare to art made by nature.

When you were almost done with the arrangement a crash was heard, breaking the careful concentration you had. Panicked, you looked up from where the flowers stood, and in front was a man with his face covered with a cloth. His attire spoke of a man of robberies, his ruff, and kind of lanky build furthered the picture that this man was dangerous.

“Don’t move or I’ll be forced to use harm” He said, his voice gruff. You shuddered and felt uncomfortable with this entire situation, but you couldn’t help but wonder what there was to steal in this small shop filled with blossoms.

The robber stole as much as he could, your priced vases, paintbrushes, flowers, and even the smallest amount of money in the register. It was rather uncouth and you were frustrated with this whole ordeal. The shop was left in shambles after he left, the bright and beautiful day got ruined by a mere robber.. again.

This must be the third time this month that your shop got robbed and no one took it seriously at the Tenryou police house!

That’s why you decided to take things into your own hands and walked to the police house once again this month. You knew that they had grown tired of you and your complaints, but it wasn’t fair that the thieves robbed the shop however they wanted and no one thought about you or your feelings.

You entered the station and left complaints but once again you only got an eye roll by the soldier who told you that a mere flower shop was nothing compared to the “actual” crisis. That was until this particular day..

……

" You don't understand, I can't afford to pay for what's stolen again! I'm working alone and can't just abandon my shop! Might not be a big thing for you sir but I'm trying to survive on what little money I make just like you!” you said, very upset, but it didn't seem to help no matter how much you complained. The man looked at you with a tired expression and sighed.

"Look ma'am, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your worthless complaints. I suggest you leave this place before we arrest you and close down your shop. I'm sorry that you're getting robbed of things, but maybe you aren't capable of handling a shop." he looked into your eyes, stating how serious he was, but you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

All your years of serving the electro archon and her soldiers only to be looked down on like this. You bit your lip and walked out of the tenryou commission. Everything was worthless right now… Life wasn't on your side.

You came back to the shop and started packing some things in silence. Maybe the guard was right, maybe you weren’t capable of keeping a place like this active and popular when you were so unstable. Truth is that you realized this months ago when your grandma died, but you couldn't just stop! You needed money or else you would end up on the streets. There was no way for that to happen..

Suddenly the doorbell rang, bringing your attention to the door. There you saw a rather interesting red-haired man. His hair was tied behind his neck and his green eyes shone in the bright light. He walked inside and bowed a little.

"Good afternoon ma'am! My name is Shikanoin Heizou. I'm a detective at the Tenryou commission. I heard your little chat back there and decided to dig into the case. Seems like you've been there a few times but never been taken seriously."

Were you dreaming? Did someone come to help you with your small problem...? So life was maybe good after all!

You had to admit it, he was attractive as he stood there and told you about his small plan for catching the thieves and getting back all the things. You couldn't help but get lost in his green eyes as he never took them off you. They shone so beautifully in the sunlight, making you feel all kinds of things inside.

Ignoring that feeling since this was but a man you met a few minutes ago, not only that, but your entire shop was in ruins. Maybe the feeling you had right now was a thankful feeling! Denying the fact your face flushed and your heart skipped a beat whenever their eyes met.

“Thank you for taking the time to help me and my small family business,” you said shyly, feeling the tension and the fact the room grew a hundred times hotter you couldn’t help the fact everything you said came out a little hesitant.

“Man alive, you’re even cuter upfront! Either way, I found myself bored with the old cases Kujou Sara keeps on sending me. Your case on the other hand sounds interesting” His smooth voice spoke with confidence and eagerness to solve a case, perhaps he was born to be a detective.

“A small traditional ikebana* The flower shop got robbed, but not only that. The entire town has been suffering with robberies such as these, if I didn’t know better I would’ve thought that this was but a small case” He chuckled, and oh god that was so attractive, but keeping that thought aside you couldn’t help but feel curious about what he was saying. Small robberies have happened within this small and usually safe community, it did seem like a targeted case.

“Now that you mention it, isn’t it a bit weird that they’re targeting a small community such as ours?”

That seemed to catch the detective off guard, then he started to get a glimmer in his already shining green eyes! Snapping his fingers as if he had solved the world's biggest case, he pointed directly at you.

“Man alive, I can’t believe I missed this! A series of carefully conducted robberies have happened within Inazuma. What’s so special about these runts is that they only target small communities to not raise suspicion!”

He took your hands and you instantly flushed. Fingers almost intertwining, he sighed and blew air out of his nose looking extremely satisfied with his findings.

“This made things so much easier, we could track their next movement thanks to this discovery! Cracking a case such as this always gives me thrills!” He rambled.

A small giggle left your mouth, he honestly looked like a dog with how happy he got talking about “Solving cases”. His happiness seemed to be very contagious, soon you found yourself beaming alongside him and making your way towards the next location to find the robbers!

On the path that led you and Heizou towards the edge of Inazuma city, you found a small trace of shakuyaku flower decorating the track. Your heart clenched at the destroyed flower, you sincerely hoped that you would find the robber soon so you can teach them a lesson!

At the same time, you couldn’t help but feel lucky that your things got stolen, the time you spent with the detective felt magical and priceless. You wouldn't trade the small talks he would hold with you nor would you forget the face he had when you arranged a small flower crown within seconds.

It felt special that you had this detective all to yourself during that time, never minding the fact that the shop that helped you get through so many tough times is in ruins as you make your way. What was supposed to be a day's worth of travel turned into three days with how sidetracked you and Heizou got.

Asking each other questions, communicating, getting closer, and learning new stuff with each other. Having meals with him was probably your favorite time, but time was certainly not in your favor. You and Heizou found yourself in front of your destination with some treasure hoarders occupying the goods.

Heizou made quick movements and got them captured within seconds, it almost felt too fast and you couldn’t help but mourn the loss of time.

You wanted to spend more time with the redhead.

Either way, you felt thankful… You realized that you hadn’t paid him yet, nor had you thanked him. Heizou seemed to read through your train of thoughts and smirked a little to himself.

“How about a thank you date?” He cupped your face and his green eyes fell into a lock with yours. Face feeling uncomfortably hot and probably red, you could only nod.

The detective only smiled with his eyes closed and started to drag you away towards Inazuma city where the date could commence. He was rather shameless and very much a flirt, but this was something you got used to with the time you spent together with him.

It almost felt like a dream having him going on a date with you.

“Should we grab dinner before I show you my secret place?” He whispered. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest and you couldn’t deny it any longer, you had a crush on this very sly detective.

Feeling bold, You leaned in near his ears and whispered “I would love that”. The shocked face of Heizou had made it all worth the embarrassment!

Though you couldn’t help but have thoughts of doubts running through you, this didn’t seem like the first time he had been in a relationship or down this. Maybe he always offers a date after a mission to thank others and make them thank him.

This does sound a bit out of character, but who were you to say that you knew him better than he knew himself?

Either way, you were willing to give away your heart in hopes that he would gently give it back.

Dinner was spent with laughter and lots of blushing. You decided to be bolder than usual and fed the detective, catching him off guard and his flushed face was everything to live for. You felt pride that you made the shameless character break down into a flustered mess.

The food was divine and Heizou, ever the gentleman paid for the dinner. You felt a bit guilty and kissed his cheek as a way of thanks.

“Ps-s–kah I- You-! Hhhh–” his sputtering was kind of cute, hands flew up to cover his face, but the hands couldn’t hide his red ears and reddening neck. It’s your third time making him flush and it felt like an accomplishment!

To save his image he took your hand and started to lead you towards his special place, true to his words, it was indeed special.

A small meadow filled with flowers and he seemed to have planned this way before the adventure. It warmed your heart, but at the same time made you feel indescribably cold. This all seemed so prepared as if he had someone in mind and it surely couldn’t be you.

Moonlight shone a path towards the blanket thrown across the plain of green, the midnight air hugged your frame tight and Heizou’s ever-gleaming eyes put you in a trance. He made a small signal to make you sit down on the prepared blanket, then he prepared a flower pot and scissors.

Materials and items used for ikebana.

“Do you plan to show me how to arrange a pot? The promise you made to me during our trip isn’t forgotten, dearest.” He said, unphased by the fact he called you dearest.

Smiling you started to help him and steer, guiding his way on how to arrange the different flowers and how the different angles could mean different things. Slowly a picture started to form within the flower pot as two strong Peonies stood inside the pot with other blossoms surrounding them.

They didn’t cover the center flowers' beauty but gave it some privacy and wilted petals were thrown across the pot to give a sense of belonging.

It wasn’t perfect.

It wasn’t the best.

But it felt real.

The flowers told a story of a two people finding love within a wrecked environment, but with the help of each other, they managed to stay strong. The two leaning peonies looked so frail, yet with the help of each other managed to stand.

“You know, this was planned for someone”

Her heart sank.

“I saw them complaining to the tenryou commission and fell in love with them instantly. You could say that it was love at first sight”

Oh.

“Their way of speech, their way of movements, and the way they makes me so flustered that my smart mouth can’t even make a coherent sentence”

OH!

“Even under the moonlight with soil and dirt covering their hands…” He looked away with a flush, but steeled himself and looked straight into your eyes.

“You’re beautiful”

You knew that in the end, you could finally say that you were at your happiest moment. Lips locked and wind blowing through their locks, a care for this world long forgotten.

Like the peonies, they leaned on each other for support, and with time they would start to wilt… Together.

“I love you”

A shared look of compassion for each other within this land of eternity.

“More than words could describe, so the very flowers you planted shall be the witness to our love and make a story for the future generation”

His breath tickled her ears and they were left smiling under the moon's warm embrace.

#Heizouxreader #shikanoin heizou #heizou shikanoin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #flowers #genshin heizou #heizou fluff

[red-bery0]

Aoi Kanzaki x Reader

Pair: Aoi x NB! Reader warning: fight , wounds

This story is from my Wattpad account

"Y/n! What are you doing here in Shinobu-san's room?" the girl asks me. "Ah, Aoi?! I wanted to get some poison because I need it again. Since Shinobu is on a mission, I thought I'd get it myself. She allowed me to do it last time," I explain to the blue-eyed girl in front of me. "Oh, Y/n…" She sighs and goes to the small cupboard where Shinobu's fish is. "Here it is, and please don't just search through the cabinets like that anymore!" she says firmly, and I just nod before making my way again.

TIMESKIP

"BOO!" I startle Aoi. "AHH!" She turns around. "Y/N! WHAT IS THIS?" she asks me excitedly as I laugh. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to the city with me the day after tomorrow," I explain my reason for appearing. "Sure, I'd love to," she replies with a sparkle in her eyes. "I'm glad. I'll come pick you up then," I smile at her again before disappearing.

TIMESKIP

"Aoi!! There you are!" I call out to the direction where the girl with the two braids is standing. "Y/n? What's wrong?" she asks me, confused.

"I wanted to let you know that I have to go on a mission and that's why unfortunately, we can't go to the city together. But we'll make up for it when I get back!" I explain, and for a moment, I could swear I saw some disappointment. "It's okay. Take care of yourself!" she smiles at me. "I will." With that, I set off for my mission.

Arriving in the village of Kohaku, I first look for an inn, as it is still daytime, to store my clothes there.

Later that day, I ask the villagers, who tell me that about thirteen days ago, a house appeared at the village entrance randomly, and anyone who wants to enter or leave the village at night disappears, leaving only their torn clothes behind.

After three villagers tell me the same thing and it gets dark, I head towards it. Halfway there, I am stopped. "My child, you should avoid going towards that house at night," warns me an elderly woman. "Don't worry, I'll be careful!" I reassure her and smile gently before she nods and I can continue.

Arriving at the house, I'm about to knock when a tentacle pulls me in and wraps around me tightly. "Oh, what do we have here? A tasty demon slayer," comes from a woman dressed in a pink dress.

"Shi no kata: Beni Hanagoromo," I free myself and prepare for the next attack. "Go no kata: Ada no Shakuyaku," I run towards the demon and attack her. I manage to hit her two or three times, but she manages to deflect the rest. Now she attacks me by hardening her tentacles and directing them towards me. "Ni no kata: Mikage Ume," with this form, I manage to deflect three of her seven attacks and cut two out of four tentacles.

"You're pretty strong," she says and attacks again. I fend off as best as I can and then counterattack. Our fight continues like this for the next 20 minutes.

Now I'm pretty exhausted and covered in wounds, but she isn't, thanks to her regeneration.

"Roku no kata: Uzumomo," I approach her more and more, while dodging her attacks as best I can. When I'm close enough, I decapitate her, but I don't notice that she attacks me from behind and pierces the right side of my abdomen.

After she completely dissolves and I fall to the ground from exhaustion, I hear quiet steps before everything goes black.

Aoi POV

I'm awakened by the noise outside before I only hear my name called by Shinobu-san. I quickly get up and run outside without tidying myself up and with my hair down.

What I see there takes my breath away. Two Kakushis with Y/n on their backs are there, and Shinobu is trying to stop her wound from bleeding. "Aoi! We need to treat her immediately, get everything ready!" Kocho calls out to me. I nod eagerly before running inside to prepare everything.

Y/n Pov

I slowly hear more and more noises, which turn out to be arguments, and I slowly try to open my eyes. Halfway there, I only hear Aoi shouting, "SHUT UP!! YOU'RE NOT ALONE HERE".

Finally, I manage to do it and turn my head towards the noise. When Aoi spots me, her eyes widen. "Y/n!! You're finally awake!! Wait a moment, I'll get Shinobu-san!" And she disappears.

After not even three minutes, she's back with the Insect Hashira. "Y/n, you're awake again, that's good. You've been asleep for two months. Let me give you a quick check-up." After she's done and says that most of my wounds are healed, she leaves the room with the three boys who now have to train.

"I'm so glad you're okay, I was so worried!" Aoi says with slight tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful in the future," I smile at her and place my right hand on her cheek, into which she nestles.

"Do you know what I realized, at the threshold of death?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "I realized that I love you, Aoi," I confess to her. Her eyes widen before she gets even more tears in her eyes. "I love you too, Y/n!"

#demon slayer #kny #aoi kanzaki #x reader #aoi kanzaki x reader

[harudnae]

As part of the Great Draft Eradication Plan, today's fic is a Shakky x Rayleigh songfic!

Title and rest of lyrics borrowed from Crowned & Kissed by Esperanza Spalding, I thought it fitted them well 😊

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.04

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Shakky x Rayleigh, Roger x Rayleigh

Summary: Shakky and Rayleigh, over the years.

Content warnings : timeline goes from Roger Pirates early years to post-Return to Sabaody, spoilers for chapter 1059 too, canon character death, feels™, alcohol drinking, rated M for aforementioned topics + mentions of sex but nothing graphic

Word count: <3k

👑 My king, my king, my, my my my

"Ship ahoy!"

Shakuyaku climbs over the prow and glares in the direction the lookout points at.

Sure enough, there's a ship there, and not just any ship: The Oro Jackson herself, and aboard it the Roger Pirates are piling over the railing, gathering from bow to stern to observe the Kuja Pirates.

The Empress smirks and turns back to her crew. "Alright, girls. These ones are strong, but we'll show them the Kuja aren't weak either. Get ready to fight them!"

Everyone aboard cheers and prepares the boarding.

Shakuyaku stands at the prow, proud and thrilled at the prospect of a battle against one of the most ill-famed crew of the Grand Line. She spreads her Observation Haki further out, and digs her senses into what's happening on the Oro Jackson.

As expected, there's excitation about the upcoming battle, as well as eagerness, mostly among the strongest foes.

Shakuyaku intensely studies the Roger Pirates, eyes lingering on their Captain and First Mate once they're close enough to be discerned among their men. She senses they're the most troublesome, and she's on the verge of calling for her crew when–

"Let's go, men!"

With a single glare from their Empress, the Kuja Pirates instantly throw themselves into battle.

The Roger Pirates give them hell to deal with but the Kuja manage to give them a good fight, their Haki and snakes effectively making up for smaller numbers.

Shakuyaku's crew bravely defend themselves for a couple of days, but they eventually lose the fight. Their Captain orders that they sail towards the closest island, determined in doing whatever she can for her people, even in defeat.

The Roger Pirates tail them and moor at the rocky beach next to the Kuja's ship.

Shakuyaku walks to them and kneels in front of their Captain, offering her head in exchange for the safety of the rest of her crew.

Roger huffs a laugh, then says, "Get them tended to. You'll need that for next time."

Proud and stubborn, Shakuyaku asks him, "Why don't you claim your victory like you men do?"

Roger raises an eyebrow. "You fought well. We should do that sometime again", he says before offering a hand to help her up.

Shakuyaku is confused beyond belief, but she accepts the help up. She quietly studies the rest of the crew that's setting foot on land behind their Captain: no trace of malice or any more animosity inside either of them, some curiosity but none of it bears ill intentions. Her gaze falls on the Dark King against whom she fought for a good while, stretches out her Observation Haki and finds... respect? Frowning, she returns to her crew.

All the Kuja launch themselves at their beloved Empress, glad she's returning to them unscathed and they're all free to go.

Shakuyaku gathers her crew and orders them to patch themselves up and the ship so they can leave soon.

Meanwhile on the other side of the beach, the Roger Pirates are apparently preparing for a feast.

The Dark King comes by the Kuja just as they make preparations to set sail again. He asks if they want to join the party.

Shakuyaku observes him warily. Fiercely unnerved by his casual attitude, she glares. "What makes you think we would party with any of you? Why should we–"

Rayleigh interrupts her. "We don't have hidden motives. We won't hold you back if you really want to leave. But if you're hungry or anything, feel free to join us."

Shakuyaku silently studies Rayleigh's face, his soft smile and gaze, and her Haki doesn't discern any bad intention. What's with that man that makes me want to trust him?

Rayleigh's smile widens. "Do what you please. Either way, you've got amazing skill, it was a good fight. See ya!" With that he leaves to join the rest of his crew around the fire pit.

The Empress remains stunned for a while. Finally, she glances at her crew, an inquiring eyebrow raised.

Some of the Kuja Pirates shrug, some of them eye towards the Roger Pirates.

Shakuyaku shakes her head and sighs.

Eventually, they join the other crew and party until dawn.

That night, she learns that some men can earn her respect, and even make for good company around a fire pit. Some might even make her smile while warmth blooms in her chest. What do you know?

Where is the throne For you, whose tender strength can heal a thousand souls Everyone you touch just turns to gold

Back home in Amazon Lily, Shakuyaku falls sick. Her fever is high enough that she can't attend her usual duties, and the previous Empress of the Kuja stays beside her while her most trusted women took charge.

Gloriosa slides her a knowing look. "Did you meet a man that made you feel different than usual?", she asks.

"Maybe", Shakuyaku eludes, hoping her illness goes away soon.

It doesn't. In fact the symptoms go from bad to worse, and in just about a few days she's bed-ridden, barely coming out of a bleak sleep in-between fevers.

After some more prodding from Gloriosa, Shakuyaku eventually admits, "The Dark King, they call him. I don't know why, but I knew I could trust him and–" She coughs, then heavily pants, head heavy.

Gloriosa heavily sighs. "Empress, you're suffering Love Sickness. The only way to cure it is to accept your feelings towards that man."

Shakuyaku acknowledges her feelings for Rayleigh, for the sake of her own health. She picks her best fighter in the crew to take the helm and lead the Kuja, then she leaves Amazon Lily and goes to the Sabaody Archipelago. She opens a bar there and starts a new life as Shakky.

Many have tried But you're the one whose noble touch has gently pried The sword from my heart

The Roger Pirates eventually barge in some day, looking for a good drink.

Shakky's heart flutters when her gaze finds Rayleigh in the middle of the rowdy crowd, but she soon notices that Roger has all his attention. She swallows down her love and simply does her job as bartender.

"Why would the Empress of the Kuja leave her people?", Rayleigh asks when he comes by the bar for a refill.

"I have my reasons", she says.

Rayleigh shrugs and offers her a smile. "Alright, I won't pry. But I'm still curious, so feel free to tell me if you want to, some day."

Shakky smiles, cheeks a little warmer. So he wants to visit again. This is going to be something.

As it is, the Roger Pirates go through the Sabaody Archipelago regularly enough that she meets them often, and they make sure to always come to her bar when they're on the grove.

Shakky keeps tabs on the crew through newspapers and an information network she slowly extends between their passages. Each visit is an opportunity to make friends with everyone over time, and she grows fonder of the cabin boys too. Shakky's love for Rayleigh only blooms further, but the more she observes the deep bond between him and Roger, the more she keeps to herself. She truly respects the relationship they have, and she figures that if her illness subsided this long without her needing to voice out her feelings, she'll always manage. At least she gets to spend some time with him along the way.

Years pass, and the News Coo brings news of the Roger Pirates having reached the final island of the Grand Line.

She openly cheers for them that day, hoping to see them soon and celebrate with them.

Once you put a smile on the sun Once you paved the road for everyone And you shed the worries of another

Gaban came alone for a drink a few months ago, and told her that the crew had been disbanded. He put a comforting hand across Shakuyaku's shoulder when she frowned, and answered her untold question. "Rayleigh stayed behind in the East Blue with the kids." Gaban tells her before leaving her bar, that he's going to the New World soon, and the rest of the crew scattered everywhere so there are chances she'll meet them one day.

Shakky broods for a while without seeing any of the Roger Pirates– former Roger Pirates, she keeps repeating herself, still not quite believing that this crew is no more.

Piling up with the void left in her bar and her heart, the newspaper brings news of Roger's impending execution.

Shakky doesn't open her bar on the day Roger dies, and she sheds her fair share of tears. She drinks to the amazing life he had, and drinks some more for his crew who must be heartbroken. Shakky wonders how Rayleigh is faring these days, especially today, and she drinks again, heart heavy.

The Dark King comes back to the Archipelago a few months later and visits her. He's sad, lonely and heartbroken from his loss, from not being in contact with any of the former crew, and more so from lack of news about the former cabin boys who never returned after Roger was executed.

Shakky comforts him the best she can, offering him a shoulder to cry on, shelter and care for the next months. With time, once Rayleigh's intense sadness subsides and he regularly smiles again, she decides to reveal her feelings. "Do you remember when you asked me why the Empress of the Kuja would leave her people?"

Rayleigh tilts his head, his lips curling into a small smile. "I do. Feeling chatty now?"

Shakky nods the affirmative. "I got sick, like many did before me, like many will after me. This... sickness is the reason why I left."

Rayleigh raises an eyebrow. "What kind of sickness forces you to leave your people?"

"Love Sickness."

"You fell in love", Rayleigh states.

"I did", Shakky softly smiles. "It may sound odd for an outsider, but it's fatal to us if left without acknowledgement. I needed some time to accept it, but I eventually did, and I left the island to pursue said love."

"You're still single, though", Rayleigh remarks.

"I learned how to be patient", she quietly says.

"How long has it been?"

"Seventeen years."

Rayleigh intensely studies her face, then his eyebrows shoot up and he exhales a single, breathless, "Oh."

Shakky softly looks at him. "As I said, I learned how to be patient. I'm here, I've been for a while... And I'll stay here, so you know where to find me, if and when you want to."

Lay your burdens down Don't even make a sound Don't worry about a thing I'm here to love you

Busy behind the bar, Shakky smiles to herself. "Feel like settling for a while?"

Another few months pass and Rayleigh announces that he'll stay on Sabaody for good.

"I figured I could do just like you did: going by another name and finding myself a new job. I'm thinking of being a ship mechanic. What do you think?"

Shakky approvingly hums. "I'm sure you'd do great. That way, you'll get more chances at seeing your crew again if they come through here, right?"

Rayleigh's voice softens. "There's that... and there's another thing I don't want to miss."

Shakky turns around and finds Rayleigh leaning over the bar, a hopeful smile on his lips. Shakky's heart beats fast when she reaches out for his hand and their fingers interlace.

Rayleigh adopts the nickname Shakky gave him, and he starts working as a coating mechanic. He got news of his two apprentices too, and couldn't be happier that they're making a name for themselves. He's also curious about a young boy Shanks told him about when he last went through the archipelago, and he's hoping to meet him someday.

Shakky and him take their time but eventually fall into each other's arms, slow and gentle, loving and tender, careful and attentive. Finally, Shakky feels the lingering ache in her heart melt away.

My kisses are your crown And I'm your queen So now lay with me my king I'm here to love you

Ray and Shakky have been married for a while when a familiar straw hat makes an appearance on the newspaper.

They both keep tabs on the kid Shanks told them about, as well as who's left of Ray's nakama.

Eventually Luffy and his crew arrive on the Archipelago, and barge into Shakky's bar much like the Roger Pirates once did.

Shakky smiles to herself when she notices the similarities between the straw hat wearers, understanding what Shanks saw in him. She happily treats Luffy and his crew just like she did with Roger and his men, fondly imagining what Rayleigh will say when he meets him.

The straw hat is always a magnet for trouble, and the shit hits the fan soon after Luffy's crew set foot on the groves.

Ray comes back to the bar with a sour face after the young crew's disappearance and what the Shichibukai Kuma said running in his mind.

I'm a leader of the Revolutionary Army. I want to help the Straw Hats escape this place.

Shakky gives him a warm hug. "Have faith in them", she says, "Trust that they'll get through this." She doesn't know who she's trying to convince more between Ray and herself, but she does it anyway.

Go ahead take on the world I'll be beside you as you vanquish pain and war Each battlefield transformed now Hope can grow

Hatchan and Camie remain at Shakky's bar to get some rest. The mermaid is worried sick about Luffy and the others.

"They're up against an Admiral. It's not enough just to be strong", Shakky grimly says, reminiscing with a shiver her encounters with former Admirals from her days as a Kuja Pirate.

Garp gave her hell to deal with, too, and he never got past Vice-Admiral.

"We'll be sailing dangerous waters from there on. A big wave like no one's ever seen is heading this way. They can't let it swamp them." She looks towards the ceiling, thinking of Roger and his legacy, entrusted to the future in the form of his former crew paving the way for the next generation. "Can you hear it?"

Hatchan frowns. "Huh?"

"The times are about to become as rough as these seas."

Ray leaves the bar when Ace's execution is broadcasted on the Sabaody Archipelago.

Shakky stays behind but keeps an ear on the news. She winces when she learns of Roger's son and of his bond with Luffy. Oh Ray... I'm so sorry... Pain and dread fills her guts, she sense that very little good can come out of the impending execution.

Oh, this just sure can do what none other I know even the strongest man needs Someone to hold him

After the Summit War, Ray comes back and drinks her bar dry. He's worried sick about Luffy's whereabouts, disheartened by the whole situation and he almost considers throwing the towel.

Shakky manages to comfort him, saying that he should be proud of his kids being safe and sound, and that Monkey-chan should be alright if Shanks and Buggy were around. She tries to guess where the boy might be, and suddenly it hits her like a brick. Ah. Hancock is a Shichibukai. So that's how it is. "I know where Monkey-chan is."

"Huh?"

"It'll all make sense if we assume Hancock's fallen for Monkey-chan. He's quite the catch! If I were Hancock, I'd fool the Navy by hiding him on the island of women."

"Ha ha! Isn't that idea rather far-fetched?"

"I don't think so." Shakky slides Ray a knowing look.

Following Shakky's hunch, Ray goes to Amazon Lily.

Shakky smiles to herself when her husband appears on the newspaper a few days after, along with Jimbe and Luffy. Told you.

Rayleigh next spends a year and a half on Ruskaina training the boy.

Ray comes back a few months before the promised rendez-vous, looking happy and hopeful.

Shakky welcomes him with open arms and his favorite drink. "How's Monkey-chan?"

"About ready to claim his title."

Once you carried all the weight on your shoulder And you made a way for the future

The Straw Hat crew finally comes back to the Sabaody Archipelago, under Ray and Shakky's approval. Oh, how they've grown!

Shakky is sure this time they'll make it.

Another storm brews on the groves after their reunion, and Ray helps his latest apprentice escape.

Shakky joins him as he watches over the Strawhats' departure.

"Are you thinking about the past, Ray?"

"Well... I suppose so."

Lay your burdens down, don't even make a sound I'll be beside you as you vanquish pain and war So hope can grow Everyone you touch just turns to gold I want you to know I'll be by your side I'm here to love you

Rayleigh wipes a couple of tears off his eyes. "Maybe there's no such thing as coincidence on this world. Maybe everything that happens is inevitable. Destiny just goes on in its plodding way. And yet, Luffy has grown into a man even more worthy of that hat. It might not be a bad thing to live just a little longer."

Shakky smiles and embraces him. "You worked so hard, Ray. Come rest." Shakky gives him a tender kiss.

Ray softly sighs. "Yeah, I think I'll do just that." He looks up, gaze fond and hopeful. "Thank you, I love you."

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[frojdh-art]

"Coming or going?"

Inspired by @missmungoe's story "Domestic Creatures"

#one piece #opfanart #silvers rayleigh #shakuyaku #rayleigh x shakky #dark knight rayleigh #Saw some amazing Shakky x Rayleigh art last week. #And It made me realise that it was ages since I read Peony and Silver. #But then I found this one.. and... oh my.. #That sentence..... I just had to draw it! #The way you tell your stories is a goldmine for artist. #The descriptions are so vivid I know exactly how I want to draw it. #That's why I love coming back to your writing whenever I have a itch to draw and need some inspiration.

[roguerambles]

A Good Trade

One Piece - Silvers Rayleigh x Female Reader

Warnings - NSFW. Adult Situations heavily implied. 18+Only.

I’ve only just gotten back into One Piece after a long time (I have so much catching up to do!) so I’m not very sure about the characters voices. But I have a fairly short, humble offering to present at the alter of @icy-spicy​ as a general thank you for being super nice and cool and giving me the One Piece bug again haha.

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Rayleigh was only slightly surprised to find you waiting in the stockroom.

He prided himself on his gentlemanly charm, but he had to admit a certain pleased smugness at the Red Hair Pirates latest – very lovely, certainly younger than him – recruit giving him very clear and highly unsubtle bedroom eyes from the moment the crew had arrived at Shakky’s Rip-off Bar.

Shakuyaku had rolled her eyes at him, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth, and told him to stop grinning like an oaf and fetch more alcohol from the back to satisfy the thirsty pirates in her bar.

“Took you long enough.” You were perched on top of a barrel, legs crossed, the material of your long pants pulled snug over thighs made strong from exercise living at sea necessitated.

“Apologies.” Rayleigh felt a smile forming on his lips, watching with interest as you began undoing the laces of your flowy shirt, slowly teasing inches of skin. “I wasn’t aware I was keeping such a lovely lady waiting.”

“That’s alright.” You said, undoing the last lace and pulling your shirt open. You wore nothing underneath, and Rayleigh let out a low whistle – your breasts were as lovely as the rest of you. “You can make it up to me.”

“I would very much like too.” Rayleigh watched as you slid off the barrel, striding towards him with shameless confidence, a slight, distracting sway in your hips that made heat spark deep in his belly. “On the other hand, my wife…”

“Oh, we talked. Cool lady.” You reached out to run a hand down Rayleigh’s chest, fingertips trailing over the black buttons of his shirt. “We came to a…mutually beneficial arrangement. She was very interested in some information I had to offer.”

Gods, he loved that brilliant woman.

Your fingers gripped either side of his shirt and yanked. Buttons snapped off, scattering across the wooden floor, and a small gasp spilled past your lips, your hands coming to stroke over the firm, muscled plains of his broad chest. “I’ve met men half your age who would kill for this body…” The desire in your eye brought about that pleased, smug feeling in him again.

“That’s sweet of you to say. However…” Rayleigh reached down, fingers skimming along your waist to grab at your rear, yanking your hips hard against his, making you gasp in a way that set his blood on fire. “…I’m a little more interested in this body right now.”

Your eyes were nearly black with naked lust as you dove upwards, reaching up to grab a fistful of his silver hair and yank him down, crushing your mouths together in a fierce kiss. Rayleigh chuckled against your lips, groaning softly as you leapt up, your thighs snapping around his waist. His large hands grabbed and squeezed your rear, his legs striding forward to slide you back onto the barrel, his fingers quickly moving to grasp your waistband and begin pulling your pants down your thighs.

You impatiently tore at his shirt, pushing in down his powerful shoulders, growling in frustration as the material stalled at his thick biceps. Rayleigh pulled back and laughed, reluctantly releasing his grip on you to shrug his shirt away, letting it drop to the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

You pulled him back into a hungry kiss, and Rayleigh groaned slightly, running his large hands up your thighs. “Wait-“

“Hmmmm….what…?” You purred, fingers stroking down his abdomen, teasing the dusting of hair above his waistline before tugging at his belt. “Fuck, I want you inside me so bad—”

That almost made him toss aside all higher thought and take you right there, damn whoever overheard, but he made himself take a breath as he slipped your thighs around his waist, lifting you against him. “Upstairs.”

“But I want it now-“

Fuck, he was going to enjoy you. “I want you in every possible position until sunrise.” He murmured against your lips, relishing the way your eyes widened and your breath quickened, grinning broadly as you gripped his shoulders and pushed against him eagerly. “So a bed would be most useful.”

“Yes.” You crushed your lips together again, raking your nails lightly over his shoulders and making him groan. “That. Please. Yes, yes-“

Rayleigh grinned wickedly and heaved you upwards, making you shriek and grab him in surprise. He turned and kicked open the door, taking long strides across the bar and towards the stairs.

There was a brief, stunned silence, before a rowdy chorus of half drunken cheers and cat-calls filled the bar. Rayleigh paused at the bar, leaning over to press a kiss to Shakuyaku’s cheek. “I love you.”

Shakuyaku flashed him that same smirk that had gotten him down on one knee. “It was a good trade.” She waved her hand. “She had some real good information.”

He felt you shift and wave from his shoulder. “I mean, how big is this bed-?”

“Maybe next time, darling.”

Rayleigh grinned and jogged up the stairs, catching a glimpse at the assortment of cheering pirates in the bar. Beckman was rolling his eyes, while Shanks looked downright scandalised, staring after you both with wide, shocked eyes.

You waved cheerily at him, and Rayleigh smirked with a mildly sheepish shrug of his shoulders, before you both disappeared upstairs.

You spent the rest of your nights during the duration of the Red Hair Pirates stay at the Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar.

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[missmungoe]

Oh I love these

THEY SAY THIS IS WHAT MARRIED PEOPLE DO // Rayleigh x Shakky // Horseshoe Crab; been around a long, long time + Seahorse; surprisingly domestic

For all his ease in getting himself elbow-deep in it, he doesn’t always get out of trouble on his own.

Sometimes she thinks he does it on purpose – stays an extra day just to see if she’ll come looking. And sometimes she does, sometimes she doesn’t. It all depends on how busy she is, or if she’s inclined to let him suffer a little longer.

They play these games, from time to time. A long life has allowed them their small indulgences, strange that they are.

The corridor reeks of the foulest things humanity has to offer. Oh, and piss. But her footsteps barely make an impression on the quiet, and the smoke from her cigarette makes the whole thing a little more bearable. The smell, at least. Not so much the setting, which looks like something out of a low-budget horror picture, down to the excessive cobwebs. Slavers never did keep a clean house.

It’s not a particularly well-organised operation, and she only has to knock out two guards on her way. She steals a set of keys hanging from the first one’s belt, and a flask tucked into the other’s jacket. It’s booze, and cheap, but she’s never been a picky drinker, and she takes a swig before she moves on, the keys jangling softly with her steps and the alcohol burning a pleasant trail down the back of her throat.

It doesn’t take her long to find him, and, “Well,” Shakky says, leaning against the doorframe, a curl of smoke escaping into the stench and the dark, to compel them both into yielding. She’s good at that, or at least so she’s been told.

She watches the lift of his eyes, the pale sliver of light creeping through the slit right below the ceiling of his cell catching in his broken glasses. His smile follows, cheeky and just insufferable enough to make her consider leaving him where he is, as she adds, taking another drag of her cigarette–

“What’s an old thing like you doing in a place like this?”

There are other people in the cell with him, having glanced up at her arrival, some of them wary, some of them hopeful. Shakky doubts they’ll be either, after this encounter.

“Shakky,” Rayleigh says, smiling. “Am I late for dinner?”

“It’s more than just the food getting cold,” she offers back. “You know I hate sleeping alone.”

“Couldn’t find a replacement?” he asks. “You’re usually so resourceful.”

She shrugs, turning the keys over in her hand. “It’s been a slow week for business. And maybe I’m getting old. My usual wiles won’t work on the youngins.”

That grin again, lifting his glasses high on his cheeks. “Perish the thought.”

“Hmm. You’ll perish first, at this rate.”

He laughs at that, and she knows he’s okay. Of course, she hadn’t doubted he would be, but the affirmation is no less welcome.

The other occupants in the cell are looking between them now, wariness and hope both exchanged with surprise, like they can’t seem to decide what to make of them. Then again, that’s nothing new where they’re concerned.

She makes her way to the cell door, and the lock comes apart in her hands. She could have taken her time pretending to look for the right key, just to let him suffer a little longer, but the other people in the cell makes her decision for her, and a moment later she’s pulling the door open, with a gesture for them to come out.

Rayleigh makes quick work of their collars, before seeing to his own. It’s a deceptively casual gesture, and few words offered to go along with it, but Shakky has dealt with enough escaped slaves to know it’s better to just do it than to waste time explaining. The freedom offered is the same, anyway; it’s not likely they’ll even remember either of them after this, at least not beyond being two strangers who have far too private conversations in public. But at least they haven’t started pawing at each other.

Well. Not yet, anyway. The night is still young.

His cellmates make for the exit first, barely sparing them a second glance, desperation winning out over whatever lingering curiosity might have survived the release of their shackles, but Shakky waits until Rayleigh steps through the door, arms crossed and her cigarette tucked between her fingers.

He ducks his head to kiss her brow. He smells like he hasn’t showered in a week, and she proceeds to tell him as much.

“You don’t like to sleep alone,” Rayleigh says, eyes twinkling. “I don’t like to shower alone.”

“If that’s supposed to be an invitation, it’s not a very good one.”

He grins, and when she turns to walk out, he falls into step beside her. “Maybe so, but you’ve never been hard to ask.”

She laughs, and tosses him the flask. “True.”

He takes a deep swig, before handing it back, fingertips brushing over her pulse once, before lets the flask go.

They walk back in silence, the grove lit gold and beautiful from the sun that casts ever-lengthening shadows across the grass, each dark corner of their island seeming a little darker every year, but some things never change, like the old souls who’ve put down their roots with the trees.

Her bar is as she left it, empty and quiet, and, “Sit,” Shakky says, when they step across the threshold, and she moves to fetch the suture kit. A strange home for even stranger people, but then they’ve never done things the usual way, not even settling down. And it’s a strange domesticity, the one that sees him seeking a favoured chair, and Shakky reaching without looking for the kit she could locate with her eyes closed. But it’s theirs, like all the years that have shaped it into being, and the two of them into the people they are.

When she comes back with the kit, Rayleigh wordlessly offers his hand for her inspection, no more need for hiding his scrapes than he’s ever had; an old, hard-to-shake sort of pragmatism that doesn’t allow for foolish notions of masculinity and bravado.

Shakky clucks her tongue, turning his larger hand over between her own. His knuckles are bloodied, purplish bruises blooming across them. Shallow cuts, but wholly unnecessary.

“This is excessive, for you,” she says, putting his hand down before reaching for the cloth in the washbowl she’s placed on the table. “You could have used your haki.”

“Fists are more fun,” Rayleigh says dryly, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that beckons mischief, and far more than the years on his back should so readily allow. She might have told him.

Instead, she snorts. “Roger used to say that,” she tells him. “And half the time I think he was just being lewd.”

Removing her cigarette from between her lips, she holds it out, and tucks it between his teeth when he tilts his head, running her thumb in a quick sweep over his bottom lip before she draws her fingers back to continue cleaning the cuts across his knuckles.

Lifting his free hand, Rayleigh takes a long drag of the cigarette, before letting it out, sinking back into the chair with the release. It’s unfairly erotic, in that effortless way he has about him.

“Remember to put your clothes in the hamper later,” she says, slipping the needle under his skin. He doesn’t flinch, but closes his eyes to her ministrations. With her cigarette still perched between his teeth and his broken glasses askew on his nose, Shakky has to drop her gaze to focus on her work.

The half-smile teasing at the corner of his mouth tells her she’s been caught, but then she’s never made much of a point pretending at coyness around him.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she tells him, smiling. “You know I have a weakness for wounded men.”

He hums, his eyes still closed. “Maybe I should apologise. Shallow cuts and bruises don’t really make for an effective seduction.”

Shakky flicks her eyes up, finding his eyes hooded behind his glasses. “Given the impressive repertoire of injuries you’ve walked across this threshold with at one point or another, I’m inclined to agree. You’re not getting soft in your old age, Ray-san? Next you’ll tell me you just want to cuddle.”

His smile holds that same softness. “Would it be so terrible?”

She looks at him a moment, before dropping her eyes back to his hand, cradled between her own, protruding veins and old scars and fresh stitches that will leave new ones. “Maybe you’re not the one getting soft,” she says simply, and sets about stitching the last of the cuts.

The sun has dipped beyond the grove when she’s done, and the old, guttering lamp offers little light to eyes that used to see better. But she wraps his knuckles and cleans the needle, and then it’s just the two of them and her empty bar. Like it always is, at the end of the day.

Pushing up from her seat, she means to take the kit away, but hesitates, and instead reaches down to push his hair out of his brow, rubbing the pad of her thumb across a still-healing scrape right above his temple. Careless, she thinks fondly, and means to remind him of the fact.

“Dinner?” Rayleigh asks before she can, tilting his head to look at her. “I’ve only had bread and water for the past few days.”

“The food is already cold,” Shakky counters, touching a fingertip to the corner of his smiling mouth. “A shame, too. I made your favourite.”

“You don’t cook.”

“No?” At his raised brow, she smiles. “Then I guess I’ll be your bread and water tonight,” she says, plucking her cigarette from his lips, before leaning down to kiss him. He tastes of cheap scotch and nicotine, the sharp, smoky tang slipping onto her tongue like it belongs.

“That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” he laughs into the kiss. The weight of his palm settles over the small of her back, easing her into his lap. She comes because she wants to, but doesn’t tell him that. Another small game they have.

“Oh, Ray,” Shakky says instead, tucking her palm against his cheek. The cigarette sits between her fingers, and the taste of him is still on her tongue. And she sees his grin curving, an old, knowing thing, even before she adds, smile full of promise,

“You know me. I’ll make it a little bit punishing.”

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