#gaban x rayleigh

[harudnae]

The Great Draft Eradication Plan continues! Today's delivery is a fluffy (albeit a bit horny) Gaban x Rayleigh x Reader short fic.

Down the rabbit hole I go, I just can't get enough of them...

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.26

Rating: Mature

Pairing: (mentioned Roger x) Rayleigh x Gaban x GN!Reader

Summary: Gaban walks in on you curled asleep against Rayleigh, and tells him about a pattern he noticed.

Content warnings : polyamory, fluff, horny mood, rated M for mentions of sex, they/them pronouns for Reader, no body description for Reader

Word count: <1k

🧲 Magnetic silver

Gaban dresses a mental list while he wraps up the last of his duties, before he turns in for the night.

Who's on watch until tomorrow, what's missing in the pantry that they'll need to restock at the next island, a couple of medical supplies Crocus asked for...

He considers passing on the list to Roger, but he thinks the Captain might already be asleep.

Rayleigh, on the other hand, was supposed to have a few things to do after dinner, so Gaban figures the First Mate should still be awake.

Once done with his chores, Gaban walks to Rayleigh's quarters and knocks at the door.

"Come in."

Gaban slides in, closing the door behind him. When he turns around his gaze softens.

Rayleigh is reading a book, laying against the headboard, over the covers.

You're nestled by his side, asleep under the blanket, a hand spread over his stomach.

Gaban exhales a soft hum. "You've got company for the night. That's cute."

Rayleigh drops his book on the nearby shelf, then gives you a side-glance. "I was updating the ship's log when (y/n) came in. They insisted to keep me company and fell asleep there."

Gaban sits by Rayleigh's side and reaches out for you, gently caressing your bare arm. "They're always more at ease when they're with you."

Rayleigh briefly glares at him. "That's not true and you know it."

"It is, and I don't blame them."

Rayleigh looks at him over his glasses. "You know they love you just as much, though."

Gaban chuckles, "Yeah. Still, we were all drawn to you first."

Rayleigh slightly tilts his head to the side. "What?"

"Roger set out to sea with you. I joined because of you, then you caught their eye, too", He nods towards your sleeping form. "We eventually mingled with each other and all together, but you're the one that caught our attention first."

Rayleigh squints.

Gaban lifts a hand to cup his chin. "What? Not my fault you're a handsome devil", he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Rayleigh hums into the kiss, and lets Gaban claim his mouth, slightly breathless when he leans back for air after a while.

Gaban's soft smile turns into a playful smirk. "We just happen to have excellent taste."

Rayleigh lifts an eyebrow. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Gaban's smirk widens. "Is it working?"

Rayleigh cards a hand at Gaban's nape and pulls him closer. "I don't know", he breathes against Gaban's lips before kissing him again.

Your fingertips twitch against Rayleigh's stomach when its tenses underneath, and you exhale a soft sigh.

Rayleigh reluctantly breaks the kiss. "Stop, we're going to wake them up."

Gaban half-heartedly glares. "Are you playing favorites?" Then he licks his lips and playfully retorts, "Don't move, don't make a sound", and leans in to kiss and nibble Rayleigh's neck, smiling against his pale skin when it tenses under his lips.

Rayleigh whines in his embrace, and gradually loses his composure despite his best efforts.

Gaban sucks on the tender skin of Rayleigh's neck, admiring the mark he left when he leans back, a hungry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No complaints yet? Figures", he huskily teases.

Rayleigh's hand travels from Gaban's hair to his jawline, and his thumb traces his lower lip, pulling it down, asking for entrance.

Gaban draws his tongue out and leans in to suck Rayleigh's thumb.

Rayleigh's next groan is downright sinful, and shortly followed by a full-body shudder under Gaban's intense gaze while his tongue swirls nears Rayleigh's wrist.

Movements and noises eventually stir you up from sleep. You blink awake and look up, and a lazy smile curves your lips. "Hornies", you mumble.

Rayleigh bites back another moan before turning to you. "Says the one who loves morning sex so much that they never want to sleep alone", he gently teases, threading his free hand through your hair.

You draw your tongue out.

Gaban leans in and bites Rayleigh's shoulder.

He winces and glares in return.

Gaban apologetically licks Rayleigh's skin. "What? They're awake, now."

"Does that mean I can join?", you coyly ask, already sliding your hands down Rayleigh's body, reaching out for the obvious bulge underneath his pants.

Gaban huffs a chuckle under Rayleigh's ear. "Told you", he softly teases, "It's always about you."

Rayleigh exhales a sigh, rolling his eyes. Then he turns to you and cracks a smile. "I must be incredibly lucky, then."

One of Gaban's hands reaches out for your bare arm, prompting your attention while keeping his face buried in the crook of Rayleigh's neck. "Maybe, but I think it's the other way around too", he says, drawing his tongue out to lick a long stripe up Rayleigh's skin. He meets your gaze when he reaches Rayleigh's ear and gently nibbles. "Don't you?"

Your smile widens. "Well I think we're all lucky to have each other."

Gaban squints.

You slightly raise an eyebrow, then you continue, "But... Since Gaban wants to prove a point..." You blow a couple of kisses his way. "We're all lucky to have you", you turn back to Rayleigh, "and we're going to show you just how much, right here, right now."

Rayleigh's breath hitches, and he almost imperceptibly snuggles closer to the both of you. "Yes, please?"

[getonite]

WHERE IS THE ROGER X READER X RAYLEIGH FICS??? DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF OMG. THAT'S THE TAG TEAM YALL. THIS IS THE LIVE TRIANGLE BLUEPRINT.

[readsrealm]

incorrect quotes Roger pirate ft. Whitebeard and Marco

Rayleigh : It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close. Roger, blushing: Okay. Crocus: It's fucking summer. *-* Buggy: So what’s for dinner? Sunbell: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Buggy: … Buggy: Is it soup? Sunbell: I soup-pose it could be! winks Buggy: Please, enough with the soup puns! Sunbell: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Buggy: STOP! one hour later Buggy: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

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Spencer: Act natural. Buggy: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic. Spencer: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day! Buggy: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic. Spencer: Will you just cooperate? Buggy: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

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Marco: pretending to joke So when are you going to go out with me? Buggy: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? Whitebeard: And you just ran away?! Marco: I didn't expect them to flirt back! *-* Shanks: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Shanks is such a nice person, Shanks is so happy-go-lucky! Shanks can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Shanks CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Shanks IS be in a bad mood.

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Marco: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Whitebeard: Whitebeard: I like you.

Thanks for reading!

[mangekyuou]

Heya, so i just recently found your account and well, i love the way you write the roger pirates, is it alright if you could give us some cuddling headcannons with them? :) thanks for reading hun

✩༄  headcanons ,  cuddling with the roger pirates !

☆ — characters! . . . roger. rayleigh. oden. gaban.

☆ — cw(s)! . . . n/a. gn!reader. no pronouns used. not proofread.

☆ — notes! . . . this request couldn’t have come at a better time. the roger pirates have been on my mind always lately. thank you so much for requesting !! <3333

an absolute cuddle fiend !! roger loves cuddling with you. if he could have you wrapped in his arms or being wrapped in your arms at all hours of the day, he definitely would

he has no preference over being the big spoon or little spoon. but it just so happens, he tends to be little spoon often

there’s nothing better to him than having your arms wrapped around him, with his head on your chest, your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. it puts him right to sleep

he especially loves your cuddles after a tough battle

if you tell him you’ll cuddle him if he wins a fight ?? he’s going to fight tooth and nail to win.

nothing and no one is getting in the way of him and your embrace

you will have to pry his arms from around you when you wake up in the morning, otherwise he will not let you go

his embrace is always so warm and very loving

uses cuddling to trap you into smothering your neck and cute face in kisses

rayleigh usually has an arm wrapped loosely around your waist whether you’re out and about or just chilling on the deck

it’s grown to be a habit of his. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out

he is more of a half spoon kind of guy, laying on his back on your shared bed, with his hands behind his head. you cuddling into his side with your arm draped across his torso and your head on his shoulder

he’s also a fan of the cuddle hug

he enjoys being face to face with you. the deep eye contact, the tips of your noses touching. it still manages to make him feel all giddy inside like in his youth

cuddling brings out your best talks

some nights the two of you have such profound conversations that bring you even closer together

and other nights you listen to him complain and gripe about what crazy thing the apprentices got themselves into that day

he swears if he didn’t have to vent to, he’d maybe throw one of them overboard. he’s kidding…maybe…

there is no escaping oden and his cuddles

you can run but you cannot hide, because he will find you and he will smother you in all his love and affection

after he discovered cuddling is his favorite thing ever, he will not put you down…quite literally sometimes

and it’s so cute to see him so excited to be holding you. he’ll never get tired of you being in his arms

oden used to be very stiff when it came to cuddling in the early stages of your relationship. he had no idea what he was doing

but he quickly got used to it and cannot go a day without cuddling. never in his life has he felt so comfortable

the biggest sucker for back hugs, most of them come out of nowhere. hearing his heavy footsteps running in your direction, when he comes into view you see his arms already wide open. oh boy

at least he has started to announce himself after that one time you thought he was someone else and you threw him over your shoulder onto his back

gaban claims he’s not the cuddly type…he’s also the lying type so it’s best not to listen to everything he says

he just doesn’t know how to ask for them

he can be a little shy about cuddling if there are other people outside of the crew around

you have discovered when he’s jealous he is the most clingy

if he sees someone looking at you in a way he doesn’t like ?? he’ll up the ante tenfold, holding you in his arms like he hasn’t seen you in years. he makes it known you’re with him

he’s a head-in-lap kind of guy. there’s no better place than your lap and he stands by that. he can look up to see not only the stars in the night sky but your cute face too ??

oh he loves it. especially if you stroke his hair a little. he melts under your touch

he also really likes when you lay on top of him, so he can rub circles into your lower back as you talk about your day or whatever’s on your mind.

he’ll sneak a quick kiss or two to your head and then pretend not to know what you’re talking about just to get a reaction out of you

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[owlwithanapple]

The Light and The Dark

Chapter 03. Dance

Night Restaurant

You were deeply immersed in the beautiful singing voice of the female singer. Everyone stayed quiet and listened to her . You like the atmosphere of this style very much, as if you are intoxicated by the beautiful voice and your own world.

Not only can listen to the singing, but you also can watch some people dancing with their partners to the music. They are very elegant and beautiful. You are not familiar with dance. After all, you have never been exposed to this kind of high-level culture.

When your eyes were full of longing, Rayleigh noticed it. He stretched out his hand invite you to dance together, and your thoughts were actually noticed by Rayleigh.

You happily held his hand accepted his invitation to be his partner for the night. You both looked at each other with a smile on face, you weren't good at expressing but he always saw what you were thinking.

"It's my honor to dance with you." Rayleigh held your hand walked slowly.

"I should have said this." You smiled at him.

He led you to the center of the dancing crowd. You were a little nervous but relieved because Rayleigh held your hand never let go of you. The female singer took a sip of water and adjusted her voice to start singing the next song.

You hold half of his palm with your right hand. Your left hand is raised and placed lightly on his shoulder. He takes a small step back with his right foot, and you take a small step forward with your left foot.

With the rhythm and melody of the music, he guides you step by step to follow his dance steps. Sometimes you will look down to check, worried that you might make a mistake or accidentally step on his foot.

"Don't look away from me." Rayleigh looked at you and said.

"I'm worried about stepping on your foot." You said softly.

"It's okay, just take it step by step and enjoy it." Rayleigh said with a chuckle at you.

"I will. Thank you for inviting me to be your dance partner." You looked at him and said.

"I am very willing to be your dance partner." Rayleigh said teasingly.

"We're both lucky to have each other," you said shyly.

Under the warm light, following the melody, the two of you have become immersed in the world of two people. You take the initiative to get closer to him, and he has no intention of alienating you or rejecting you.

He closed his eyes gently rested his forehead against yours. You also closed your eyes and enjoyed the good time with him. Rayleigh's warmth made you feel extremely happy and sweet.

You were once kidnapped, so you were afraid of being touched by people. The one holding and being gentle to you now is Rayleigh. You don't hate having any physical contact with him. You hope to keep such beautiful memories.

Roger and others saw you from upstairs. Roger was very relieved to see you and Rayleigh so happy. Every moment since you joined has been healing.

They are always experiencing hardships in the outside world, and you will exude a warm scent when you appear. You are a light that shines in the darkness and warms their hearts.

Roger had noticed that Garp and Sengoku were also dining in this restaurant. He wanted to stop you two from attracting so much attention, but he admires you two and doesn't want to disturb.

Garp and Sengoku sat watching the performance. Garp saw your back and spotted you dancing in the crowd. He was surprised to find that your dance partner was Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

He stood up try moved to pull you over but was stopped by Sengoku. After all, this is a restaurant, and if there is a crowd and a fight breaks out, even ordinary people will be implicated.

"Rayleigh is here, which means that damn Roger must be here too!" Garp said to Sengoku.

"I know. Don't be impulsive yet." Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Damn it... why is that little girl dancing with Rayleigh! I gave her flowers!" Garp was very annoyed when he saw you leaning into Rayleigh's arms.

"You didn't invite her..." Sengoku complained helplessly.

The nights you danced with him brought you two closer together, and you cherished this time in Rayleigh's arms. How wonderful it is to be able to spend this moment with him in peace.

As soon as the woman finished singing, the end of the singing means it's over. You feel a little regretful that time flies by so fast, but Rayleigh is reluctant to let you go.

"Thank you for spending a long time with me." You smiled sweetly.

"I'm willing to spend more time with you than now." Rayleigh approached you slowly and gently touched your face with his hand.

"Is your mouth so sweet?" You chuckled.

"Want to taste it?" Rayleigh hugged you and brought you close to him.

"You're blushing." You held his face in your hands.

"Hahaha. Really? Maybe I'm drunk?" Rayleigh held your hand.

"I can't tell whether you are drunk or not." You took his hand went back to find Roger.

You both returned to Roger's seat. Roger smiled at you both, you were both confused as to why he looked like this. Several others also had the same expression as Roger, which you felt was a bit baffling.

"What are you guys doing with these weird expressions?" Rayleigh refilled glass of wine.

"I just think the scene of you two dancing together so beautiful." Roger said with a laugh.

"One light and one darkness coexist." said Crocus.

"Hahaha! Crocus is right. Y/N is the light, and Rayleigh is the Dark King, so he is called dark." Gaban took a sip of wine and said.

"When I grow taller, I will definitely be sister's dance partner!" Shanks swore seriously.

"Me too!" Buggy came over and said.

"I'll wait and see." You stroked the heads of the two children.

"The troublesome guy is here too." Roger said with a smile.

"Who is it?" You looked confused saw Roger's smile was different from usual.

"Marine's Garp and Sengoku." Roger said seriously.

"They are so good and doesn’t make trouble here." Gaban said with a smile.

"If there is really trouble, Roger will never let them go." Crocus took a sip of wine.

"Why?" you wonder.

"This restaurant is Roger's favorite. Some people who were not afraid of death made trouble and were beaten up by Roger." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Hahahahaha! If they don't come to our door, we don't have to make trouble with them." Roger slapped the table and laughed.

"Be careful, those two in Marine are the most difficult to deal with." Rayleigh warned seriously.

"It's okay! If anything happens, I'll take care of it!" Roger said with a confident laugh.

"Indeed, Roger and Garp are enemies and besties." Crocus said calmly.

"Which means that Garp and Sengoku are very powerful people, they can actually compete with Roger." You knew that Roger was very strong, but you didn't expect anyone to be able to fight him.

"Hahahaha! Y/N, listen up! There are endless possibilities for you in the future! After I die, you will meet a new generation of more powerful people and even enemies! Your adventure is not just about seeing the world with me ! More people will invite you to go on adventures together!" Roger's words made you feel weird but exciting.

"Roger, why are you saying strange things? But thank you." You smiled.

Everyone suddenly looked serious and started laughing after hearing Roger's laughter. You noticed that the atmosphere was extremely tense for a moment, but no one said anything and you just kept smiling.

In fact, you had already noticed in your heart suddenly became cold when Roger said something strange. You held back the tears it’s felt like Roger was disappearing.

"Umm... I'm going out and relax first." You realized something was wrong and quickly got up left the restaurant.

"What a perceptive little girl." Roger looked at your leaving.

"Is it necessary to mention it now? She has just started and you are adding insult to injury like this." Rayleigh pulled Roger's collar unhappily and said in a serious tone.

"There are many things in the world that must be overcome, including one's own heart. I pulled her out of the bottom let her see the world. After I die, at least she will not go back to the bottom and continue move forward bravely to pursue the future world." After Roger finished speaking, he immediately took a sip of wine.

"Idiot, you can't read people's faces. She is still a girl and has just started. You will hurt her if you say this." Crocus slapped Roger in the face.

"Hahahaha! She is very smart! I believe her!" Roger slammed the table said loudly.

"Roger...you." Roger interrupted when Rayleigh was about to speak.

"She is a good girl, and her appearance has illuminated us. From now on, you will take good care of her for me when I am gone. Especially you, Rayleigh." Roger said with a smile.

"It's really difficult." Rayleigh sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"Are you willing? Rayleigh." Roger smiled.

"Of course." Rayleigh took a sip of wine.

"Stupid." Gaban said with a smile.

Outside the restaurant

Realizing something was wrong, you ran out of the restaurant to get some fresh air without saying a word. You knew there was something in what Roger just said, but you were afraid if you continued to ask, you would have the consequences you didn't want to hear.

You know that Roger is an ambitious man. You have read the articles published in the newspaper over and over again. You admired him before you even knew him.

You longed for him to be as strong, confident and free as he was. Unexpectedly, you actually met him by coincidence. Not only he was willing to help you, he also warmly invited you to take adventure with him.

At first you were very hesitant about it because of Ria. In the end, after Ria frees you, you no longer hesitate to choose to follow him. Your fate is so wonderful. You obviously only worshiped him but now you have followed him.

What if one day his time comes to an end, what will you do?

"It's easy for a little girl to catch a cold on this cold night." A rough voice came from behind.

"Sengoku..." You turned around looked at him calmly.

He walked slowly and you stood still waiting for him to come. You knew he was an important person in Marine, but now it felt like he was just here to talk.

"You and Gloria really look alike." Sengoku said looking at your face.

"Do you know my mother?" you asked curiously.

"Yes, she helped me once. I owe her a thank you." Sengoku said.

"She has passed away." You said calmly.

"Really...I'm deeply sorry." Sengoku bowed to you.

"Is there anything else?" you asked him.

"I just didn't expect you to know about me." Sengoku said.

"Of course. You are a well-known figure in Marine, a good friend of my mother, and the person who has been taking care of me silently since my mother passed away." You said with a smile.

"How do you know it's me taking care of you?" Sengoku asked.

"After my mother passed away, I’ll received letters and support payments from you every day." You said with a smile.

"Hahaha, but I didn't expect to meet you here by chance. I couldn't find you when I went to your hometown." Sengoku said.

"I was kidnapped and sold to other places. I was rescued recently. It was the trafficker you caught recently." You said.

"What!" Sengoku was surprised to hear you say was kidnapped.

"I don't want to bring up this topic after all, it's not a good memory. But how do you know my mother?" You asked him doubtfully.

"Before your mother became an explorer, she was a subordinate of mine. After, she chose to leave Marine and become an explorer." Sengoku told your mother's experience.

"I see, thank you for telling me." You thanked him for letting you know your mother better.

"But, how could you..." The two of you were interrupted by the noise.

The noise came from the restaurant, and many customers ran out. You followed Sengoku quickly ran in to find out. You see Roger and Garp having an arm wrestling match, they've smashed several dining tables.

"What's going on now!" Sengoku shouted to Garp.

"Ha! I feel so bad when I see this damn guy!" Garp shouted.

"Hahaha! Come and have a fight if you dare! Garp!" Roger said with a smile.

You saw that the scene was very chaotic, and there were many tables and chairs smashed by them on the ground. Everyone is trying to stop Roger, but that Garp is forcing Roger to challenge him to the end.

"Garp! Don't make trouble here!" Sengoku pulled Garp.

"Shut up! This guy is the only one I will never let go of!" Garp shouted.

"Interesting! Come over here!" Roger shouted.

The scene in front of you has gradually gotten out of control, and you smell a strong smell of alcohol on them. Not only did they get drunk, but they also met their sworn enemy, and they almost went crazy with alcohol.

"Oh! The one who was dancing just now!" Garp pointed at you with his finger.

"The one who gave me the flowers!" You pointed at the drunk Garp.

Rayleigh heard it realized that it was Garp who gave you the flowers. He was dumbfounded. Garp pointed at you drowsily and started talking nonsense. You were confused as to why this guy was talking to you.

Sengoku was speechless seeing him drunk. Except for Roger, everyone else found it funny and speechless. You knew he was drunk, but you were helpless to keep listening to his ramblings.

Rayleigh pulled you to his side stood in front of you to prevent you from getting close to Garp and Roger. Shanks and Buggy stood on either side of you to protect you, you just hid behind Rayleigh.

"What should we do?" you asked Rayleigh in a low voice.

"Just stop it!" Sengoku knocked Garp violently.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sengoku! I haven't played with him enough yet!" Roger said with a laugh.

"Can you two stop causing havoc? One cause trouble and the other follow suit." Sengoku said impatiently.

"Hey! Little girl, you're back! I thought you had fallen out with me!" Roger said with a smile.

"How is it possible? It's not like that." You and Rayleigh quickly supported Roger.

"Y/N...don't tell me you joined them...?" Sengoku looked at you doubtfully.

"That's right! She is a flower in our Roger Pirates! Remember it!" Roger laughed.

Gaban and Crocus took over and helped Roger lead him back to the ship. Shanks and Buggy caught up with them. Rayleigh was waiting for you but he vaguely noticed that Sengoku looked at you with a different expression.

"I really didn't expect you to be more difficult than your mother." Sengoku chuckled.

"Hahaha, we will be enemies from now on." You pulled Rayleigh and left the restaurant quickly.

"Gloria...your daughter is more wild than you..." Sengoku sighed.

Everyone got back and quickly set sail left the restaurant. You sat in one place to rest while the rest dragged Roger into the room. Unexpectedly, we were just having dinner and ended up meeting Garp and Sengoku. Fortunately, they didn't catch up.

"Do you know Sengoku?" Rayleigh gave you a bottle of drink then sat next to you.

"My mother's friend. I didn't expect to meet him." You took a sip of your drink.

"Those two are quite difficult to deal with in Marine. You have to be more careful in the future." Rayleigh said with a smile.

"Okay. By the way, where are the others?" you asked curiously.

"They are all asleep. They are tired after having fun." Rayleigh took a sip of drink.

"Rayleigh." You looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Rayleigh held the drink bottle and looked at you.

"Thank you for being my dance partner. I was very touched and happy at that moment." You said shyly and looked away.

Rayleigh liked your shy look very much. He knew you were beautiful and lovable. After hearing what you said, he put down the drink bottle. He knows very well that he would like to be your dance partner, he kneels in front of you and holds out his hand.

"Y/N, the night is still long. Would you like to dance with me again?" Rayleigh is waiting for your reply.

"There's no music." You looked at him with a blush.

"Who said need music? The two of us are enough." Rayleigh chuckled.

"I do." You held his hand with a shy expression.

He didn’t expect that you would still be willing to dance with him, and he felt very happy. It seems that this night is the longest between you and him. He held you tightly, your head resting on his shoulder.

Maybe he already has feelings for you since first met. But whenever he touches you, you don't reject him.He always insisted that he thought it was right to maintain a normal relationship.

You always smile when you are around him,sometimes he thought wants to be your lover and protect you for the rest of your life. Maybe you don't have this idea, but at least he wants to protect you as a light in the darkness. If conditions permit, maybe friendship can stay with you longer.

You spend time with Rayleigh on a full moon night. The two of you are immersed in this stage that belongs to both of you. Although the night is neither long nor short, take advantage of this night to feel the happiness of having each other.

The next morning on the ship

Roger woke up with a headache from drinking too much last night, and Buggy and Shanks were sleeping on the floor in Roger's room. Roger saw how cute the two of them were sleeping, but he still woke them up and left the room to have breakfast together.

"Are you okay?" Shanks yawned.

Roger scratched his head and put his hand on the back of his neck, "Hwahh~ It was so fun."

"Hehehehe, it's so exciting!" Buggy jumped while walking.

You wake up and sit on the bed in a daze. The dress hanging behind the door reminds you of the time you spent with Rayleigh, as if you were back last night. You are fascinated by that dress. Last night was particularly long and short.

"Rayleigh..." You covered your cheeks and closed your eyes, reveling in the memories of yesterday.

"Sister, yo sister~" There was a knock on the door and Shanks' voice.

Several knocks on the door brought you back to reality from your memories, thinking that you regretted that the time with Rayleigh last night had become a memory. When there was another knock on the door, you realized that you quickly got out of bed, put on a coat and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, you saw Roger massaging his temples, Shanks and Buggy smiling. The three of them seemed to be having a great time. They were all smiling when they woke up early in the morning. There was also a captain who was having a headache.

"Sister! Let's have breakfast together!" Buggy held your hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull sister like that." Shanks slapped Buggy's hand away.

"It hurts! It's you who is making trouble!" The two children started fighting again.

"Hahahaha! Fighting early in the morning is so enjoyable! Y/N, let's have breakfast together." Roger praised the two of them and invited you to have breakfast together.

"I'll go there after I change my clothes. Roger, does your head still hurt?" You care about Roger.

"It's a small thing! It'll be fine soon! Then we'll see you later!" Roger carried Shanks and Buggy and left. Looking at the backs of the three of them, it looked like Roger was carrying two bags of things.

After closing the door, you took off your pajamas and hung them in the closet. You chose a set of casual clothes to change into. You took another look at the dress fell into deep thought, but you quickly arranged your appearance and mood then leave the room.

The moment you opened the door again, Rayleigh, whom you were thinking of, was standing outside the door, raising his hand preparing to knock on your door. For the first time, you felt the urge to beat faster in your heart. Your eyes were too shy to look directly at him, and you felt a warm feeling on your face.

The Rayleigh you know is the vice-captain of the legendary Roger Pirates and Roger's first partner. He is powerful and well-known as Dark King Silvers Rayleigh.

In front of outsiders, he always appears very majestic and powerful. He is an important role in the Roger Pirates and an indispensable part. However, such a powerful person is always gentle and considerate towards you.

Maybe you expect his kindness only belongs to you, and only you can possess his kindness. But how could he let you be the only one? There must be countless women chasing after such a strong man.

His gentle and considerate attitude towards you may be because you are his friend and the only woman. Why did you suddenly have such an uncomfortable and strange thought in your heart?

"Y/N."

"I'm here!" You replied in a panic as he called your name.

"Are you okay? You've daze for a while." Rayleigh touched your cheek.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something didn't pay attention what you said." He touched your cheek, which made your heart beat faster.

“Look at me and talk, Y/N.” He raised your chin with his hand so you looked directly at him.

He told you in a very serious tone, and you followed his instructions and looked, your eyes were looking at each other. You have a strong crush on Rayleigh, but when you think about the thought just now, tears suddenly flow down your face.

"I'm sorry! Did I scare you? What happened to you!" Rayleigh held your face in his hands.

"I..." You didn't know how to answer him.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here. Tell me what happened." He held your face in his hands and gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

Your affection and concern for him make you conflicted. You may have fallen in love with Rayleigh or it may be purely friendship love. You hid this feeling deep in your heart and decided not to understand it in depth. The only thing you wanted now was to maintain a long-term friendship with Rayleigh.

"Help... I, I, I have a stomachache. Maybe I ate too much last night." You covered your stomach, but you were just looking for an excuse.

"What! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" You were held in his arms.

"Rayleigh?!" You were suddenly picked up by him, and you were so frightened then put your hands around his neck.

Rayleigh started to get nervous when he heard you say feeling unwell. He carried you back to your room put you on the bed to let you rest for a while. His nervous actions make you feel a little overwhelmed and guilty, as if you shouldn't use your health as an excuse.

"Rayleigh, I..." you tried to explain.

"I'm going to call Crocus, don't move!" He covered you with a quilt to comfort you and then ran out quickly.

"What should I do..." You sat up began to worry and muttered to yourself.

The End.

[dodothefool]

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[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.

[ideas-4-stories]

Crocodile x Mihawk x Buggy prompt: Buggy comes to find out that Mihawk has never, EVER celebrated his birthday because he has no recollection of his parents and no actual idea of when his birthday is. Buggy also finds out that Crocodile hasn't celebrated his birthday since he was a child. Buggy is extremely saddened by this because his birthdays have always been celebrated, even when he was just a kid on Gol D. Rogers' boat and even when he himself has forgotten, his crew still remembered and surprised him. Buggy is not going to tolerate this for either of his lovers. He subtly asks Mihawk the date of his very first victory as a swordsman and also sneakily learns Crocodile's birthday too. When the date Mihawk mentions comes up, Buggy and the Cross-Guild crew surprise him with a huge party. Mihawk is confused and alarmed until Buggy explains that he's gone ahead and declared Mihawk's first victory date as the day the World's Greatest Swordsman was born. There is wine and revelry, a full on feast, and it all culminates in a gigantic cake with icing in the pattern of Mihawk's signature jacket, feathers spun from sugar, and little chocolate Yoru's all over. Mihawk remains stoic as ever, but he participates in the party, accepts the surprisingly large number well wishes, and experiences something he's never ever had all with Buggy and Crocodile by his side. Deep down though, Mihawk starts to see how much he actually means to Buggy for the clown to go all out with so much effort, that Buggy and Crocodile actually love him and that he's got a family at Cross Guild. Crocodile is nonchalant about it all but deep down he too is a bit amazed and actually looking forward to seeing what Buggy does for his birthday in a few months. After the party, Mihawk and Crocodile take their exhausted clown to bed and show him how much they appreciate all that he's done.

I think Buggy would know what it feels like not having your birthday celebrated. Because of this post from @cipher-zoo that Buggy had a least one birthday forgotten by the Roger Pirates and then some years being alone after Roger was murdered probably happened too. But I think most of his birthdays were very great and flashy.

It's so cute that Buggy made Mihawk's birthday his first real victory over someone(s) and/or something(s) That's so cute that all Buggy's followers are doing their best to make sure Mihawk has the best birthday he'll ever get... well until next year when it comes back.

Of course, Crocodile can't wait for his birthday now, Crocodile has definitely told Buggy what day his birthday is now if he didn't before.

[lale-txt]

✤ 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡…

❦ 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

Roger takes your hand in his as if it was the greatest treasure he had ever seen, as if being the pirate king meant nothing as long as you weren’t by his side, your hand disappearing fully in his. He is a restless man and full of joy, fidgeting around with your fingers while you walk, occasionally pulling your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it, followed by his bright smile. Often, when you’re laying in bed, he would compare your hand size to his, teasing you how tiny yours looked compared to his and how yours must be made of glass because of how fragile they looked compared to his big, rough hands. Before you could clench your hand into a fist when he teased you a little too much, he would take your hand and press it to his heart, letting you feel how his heart beat in his chest for you and you only, whispering over and over again how he adored you.

❦ 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

Rayleigh smirks when he sees your outstretched hand, waiting impatiently for him to take it into his. He pretends like he’s only doing it for you when in reality he’s the one who doesn’t want to walk a single step without holding your hand, keeping you close by his side to make sure he can protect you all the time. Secretly, he waits for you to slip your hand into his wherever he was; during dinner when the crew was fighting over seconds or on deck when he was talking to Roger. The moment you show up next to him, he already offers you his open palms, waiting for you to rest your hand in his and then continue with whatever he was doing. From the way he’s drawing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand you know that he’s writing secret messages to you, I love you, all over again.

❦ 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧

Gaban pulls you close by your hand and never lets go. He likes the feeling of knowing you’re near, of showing the world who his heart belongs to, who you belong to. He kisses your knuckles gently only to let his lips wander down teasingly to your fingertips, smiling against them when you act like you want to let go of his firm grip. Gaban loves to intertwine your fingers with his, enjoying the feeling of you scooting closer, your arms brushing. No chance you’ll be able to wiggle out of his grip once you’re in there, he’ll walk with you a thousand miles and will never get tired of holding your hand, because it means you’re here, now, together. Forever maybe.

[standfucker]

Sunrises; part 1: Days One and Two

@rogerpirateswk​​

I wrote this for Roger Pirates Week 2023. It's two weeks late because it did not just run away from me, but sprinted like it was being chased by the devil himself. It got so big I have to post it in three parts.

Pairing: Scopper x Reader

Featured Characters: Roger, Rayleigh, Scopper, Shanks, Buggy

Reader: GN, they/them

Word Count: 10,186

CW:  Neurodivergent Reader, Reader is implied to be under 6 ft

[Disclaimer 1: This was based in part on my own experiences with anxiety. It may not match up entirely to yours. Everyone is different.

Disclaimer 2: At the time of writing this, I have not yet caught up to OP, so there are some scenes with the Roger Pirates I haven’t read yet. As such, the fic might not be wholly accurate to the canon.]

Summary:  With everyone around you dead and the ship slowly sinking, you're sure you're done for when a pirate ship chances by the wreckage. Instead, the week you spend among them is one you'll remember for the rest of your life.

Ao3 Link

The Marine ship is almost fully submerged when they come across it in the open ocean. Through the spyglass, Roger can see bodies on the exposed deck, but it’s not until they board the ship that they can identify what killed them. Gashes and gunshot wounds indicate an attack by pirates, and by the smell and the bloating of the corpses, it’s been a few days since it happened.

“Definitely been looted already,” Taro comments. “We won’t find anything worthwhile.”

��Yeah…” Roger’s not too disappointed–from the size of the Marine ship (and the fact that the crew was easily defeated,) he doubted it carried anything of interest in the first place. He’s about to call his crew back when he sees Rayleigh perk and look in the direction of the cabin. 

Roger focuses, sensing what the first mate does. “Oho? Seems they missed one.”

You are a high-strung, anxious mess on the best of days, easily overwhelmed and prone to breaking down at minor inconveniences (though they did not  feel  minor to you.) So when your Marine escort got attacked by pirates, you were hopelessly struggling to keep it together. The captain shoved you into the corner of his cabin, dragged the heavy dresser in front of you, and told you to keep quiet no matter what.

Listening to the pirates slaughter the Marines had almost spiraled you into a panic attack. It took far less to trigger one normally, but you pushed it back through sheer survival instinct, desperate to stay silent as the pirates ransacked the ship. They almost found you in their search, only inches away on the other side of the dresser–but they never thought to move it, and finally left after taking everything of value on board, including the only transponder snail. Once they were gone, you stopped holding back, going properly ballistic. The hysteria worsened when you left your hiding spot, not only because of the sight of the dead, but also due to the discovery that cannonball damage had the ship slowly filling with water.

That was three days ago. The pirates looted all the rations, and hunger made you weak, but the thirst was what really threatened to kill you. That, or drowning. With more than half of the ship underwater, it was a race between that and dehydration. As a result, you thought the ship you spotted in the distance was a dying hallucination at first, but as it got closer, you felt a glimmer of hope.

You were saved. You were saved!

And then it got even closer, enough for you to make out the Jolly Roger on the sails, and the hope was rapidly bowled over by newborn panic. You squeezed back behind the dresser and prayed. Things couldn’t get any worse. Even if these new pirates didn’t find you, the chances of a friendly ship happening by to rescue you in time were slim to none.

You hear the pirates board the ship. After a few minutes, the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps echoes through the cabin and you tense, heart in your throat. You expect them to start combing the room for spoils, but to your dismay, the footsteps go straight toward the dresser.

The entire dresser is picked up like it’s made of cardboard, revealing three huge pirates. The one on the left–the one who lifted the dresser–tosses it over his shoulder, the crash making you jump. You can’t tell what he’s thinking with his eyes concealed by shades, but the other two look curious. They’re immense specimens, tall and bulky with muscle. Shades guy and the one on the right must be over six feet, but the one in the middle is even bigger, easily over eight feet–maybe even nine. If the ‘smaller’ guy could handle heavy furniture like that, you don’t want to know what the bigger guy can do.

Despite your thirst, trepidation draws fresh tears, anxiety rocketing to its very limit as you break down. It only takes one look at the weapons sheathed at their hips to completely lose composure.

“Please don’t kill me,” you blubber, but it comes out more like ‘blease dob kill be,’ nearly incomprehensible through tears and snot.

“No one’s going to kill you,” the biggest one says. “We will torture you for information, though.”

You sob, and the one on the right, blond and wearing glasses, smacks the bigger guy. “Roger, please!” He turns to you, hands held up in a display of non-aggression. “He’s joking.”

“I am?” Roger grins.

You sob harder. Roger gets smacked again.

“He’s joking, I swear,” Blond Hair insists. “We’re not going to hurt you, so please don’t cry.”

You blink at them through watery eyes, sniffing. They don’t seem to want to murder or take advantage of you, but how can you trust the word of pirates? “...You won’t?”

Blond Hair’s expression softens. “No, we won’t. Can you tell us what happened here?”

“This ship’s done for,” Shades warns. “It’ll probably be underwater by nightfall. We should continue this conversation on the Jackson.”

“On your ship?” You squeak.

“Would you rather stay here?” Roger asks.

You can’t really argue with that.

So you end up in the galley of a pirate ship, Roger and Blond Hair sitting across from you at a table while you scarf down food and water. You learn that Roger’s the captain, and Blond Hair, named Rayleigh, is the first mate. They’re gracious enough to wait for you to eat and drink before questioning you, but there’s not much to tell in the first place.

“My parents are Marines,” you explain. “Not especially high-ranking, but respected enough that I was allowed to hitch a ride to go see them. But the ship was attacked by pirates three days ago, and… Everyone… They’re all…” Your lower lip trembles.

“Hey, don’t,” Roger says, but it’s too late. 

Now rehydrated, a new flood bursts forth, and you cover your face, overwhelmed by the savage memories. “I heard them die! All of them! They’re all dead… All dead…”

You hear a chair scoot back, feel a hand on your shoulder. You flinch, then settle under the soothing touch, peering between your fingers to see Rayleigh standing next to you.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” he says gently. “It must have been frightening.”

“It was a nightmare,” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do. The Marine outpost is a whole week away. Could I use your transponder snail? Oh, but then they could trace you…” It’s hard not to lose it at that thought, certain that no one will help you now. You bite your lip to keep it still.

Roger stands, and you can’t help but shrink back as he approaches you, an absolute wall of a man closing in. He crouches down to be closer to your level, taking your hand in his giant ones, enveloping it completely. You freeze up, intimidated by the proximity. He’s looking you directly in the eye.

“I’ll take you to your destination,” Roger pledges, earlier playfulness replaced by a startling sincerity. “That’s a promise.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “You will? But–but–it’s a Marine base! They’ll capture you!”

“They can try,” Roger smirks, a dangerous sparkle in his eye.

“But–but why?” You gape at him. “You’re pirates. My parents are Marines. Why would you do that for me?”

Roger lets go of your hand to pat your head. “It could be fun,” is all he says, standing. “I’m going to let the crew know about the change of plans.”

He leaves you, stunned, with Rayleigh. Emotion rises in your chest, an exhausting lift on the roller coaster the past few days have been. At least gratitude feels better than anguish, but it’s still staggering.

Rayleigh looks at you. “You okay?”

You burst into tears again.

“Ah,” he squeezes your shoulder. “There, there. It’ll be okay, Y/n. It may not seem like it, but you’re in good hands.”

It takes a minute before you’re composed enough to respond. “I just don’t get it. The last pirates killed everyone! But you’re helping me… It’s giving me whiplash.”

“Considering your upbringing, this may be hard to believe,” Rayleigh says, “but some pirates hold themselves to different standards. Roger never goes back on a promise.”

Rayleigh’s right about your upbringing. The dishonesty of pirates had been instilled in you from a young age. Never in your life did you expect kindness from the likes of them, but Rayleigh brings you a clean washcloth to wipe your face and sits with you until you calm down. You’re spent by the time it’s over, having barely been able to sleep in the last three days. You rest your head on the table, just intending to relax for a minute, and swiftly pass out.

Day One.

Waking up in a hammock is familiar. For a hazy moment, you think you’re back on the Marine ship. Then you realize your surroundings are completely unfamiliar, and you panic, scrambling to get out. It’s pitch black in the room, and in your blind haste, you lose your footing and fall out. That is when you discover that there is a second hammock strung below you, and it is currently occupied.

You land on the unfortunate person below, face-planting into his broad chest. The fall is only a few feet, but it’s enough to have winded the current occupant, his eyes flying open as he wheezes. Up close, you can make out his face. You don’t recognize him at first, having never seen his eyes before, but at the sight of his bushy, dark hair, you immediately remember–shades guy, the one who lifted the dresser. The past few days hit you like a sack of bricks, and you’re too shocked to move.

Shades must have thought he was under attack, because he suddenly grabs your throat on instinct. Terror floods through your system, feeling for yourself the strength he displayed earlier as he squeezes, your airway cut off in an instant. Your hands fly up to pull at his wrist desperately, but he doesn’t budge.

It only lasts for a second, but panic seems to stretch it out longer. Shades comes to his senses, now fully awake, and lets go as if burned. “Shit! Sorry, I’m sorry! You startled me!”

You cough, eyes watering in reflex, trembling from adrenaline.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brow knit in concern.

“No!” You gasp, but backpedal right away, remembering your place. He’s a pirate. You’re on his turf. Intimately so, at the moment. “Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you! I–I fell…”

You frantically start to push away from his chest, but the hammock’s swing means you can’t brace properly, and you flop ungracefully back into him. “Oof! S-Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” he says as you struggle to get up again. “I’m sorry I grabbed you–hold on, I’ll help you out–if you would just–would you stop squirming!”

“Pipe down over there,” a drowsy voice calls out. You squint through the darkness to see multiple hammocks hanging in the room, all bulky with their sleeping dwellers. Or formerly sleeping, anyway. Did you wake up everyone?

You’re too agitated to think of the closeness of your bodies as anything but mortifying, but then another voice gruffly says, “Go somewhere else to fuck. We’re trying to sleep.”

Your face flushes hot, especially when you realize that Shades is resting his hands on your hips. Your eyes meet, you with a look of flustered alarm, him with mild amusement.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

“Trying to help you,” he whispers. “Hold still.”

He lifts you as easily as he did the dresser, setting you onto the floor lightly and not letting go until he’s sure you’ve found your balance.

“I’m good,” you say quietly, a little dizzy from how easy it was for him, and from the sensation of his fingers digging into your flesh. Even after he lets go, you still feel it, like indents in clay. There’s a briskness to the beating of your heart that’s not solely from fear, and in spite of everything, you find yourself thinking of how nice he smelled.

He is a pirate, you remind yourself firmly. He’s dangerous. He literally just choked you without thinking, so maybe chill out?

Shades sits up in his hammock, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry for scaring you like that.”

“You didn’t mean it. And I’m fine, so no harm done.” You are not fine, still wired from the experience, and your throat hurts, but placating others is a deeply-ingrained habit. Now that you’re up, you don’t actually know what to do with yourself. There’s no light coming from the porthole, so it’s either very late or very early. “What time is it?”

Rather than finding a watch, Shades scans the room for a minute. “...Between five and six.”

“How can you tell?”

Shades puts a finger to his lips, smiling. He swings his legs over the hammock and stands up. “Let’s step outside. Don’t want to wake anyone else.” He stretches, and you glance at the flexing muscles of his impressive upper body.

“But–”

“Shh.” He swipes his signature shades from a nearby table and makes his way out of the sleeping quarters. You follow him awkwardly.

Once you’re in the corridor, he starts explaining as he leads you elsewhere in the ship. “Sunbell goes for a swim around five, every morning without fail. And Spencer gets up at six to make breakfast, but he was still asleep. That’s how I know.”

“You didn’t have to get up,” you say worriedly. “You can go back to bed.”

“I can’t fall back asleep at this point. Don’t stress over it, though.” 

Shades reaches to pat your shoulder, but you flinch away from his hand, now acutely conscious of what it’s capable of. His smile falls and he stops walking.

“Listen, I’m real sorry about all of that,” he says genuinely. “I can’t imagine how you must be feeling after what you went through.”

“It’s okay,” you say, though it comes out a little weak.

“I don’t think it is,” he says, and you gawk at him, once again shocked by kindness coming from a pirate. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow.”

“Wha–no! You really don’t have to do that!”

He shrugs.

“I… I…” You start, but don’t know what to say. What could you do, anyway? Stop him? You didn’t need to be a Marine’s kid to know that pirates did as they pleased.  “...Okay.”

“Anyway, it’s Rayleigh’s fault for putting you on the top hammock.” Shades smiles again. Given the darkness, he’s elected to hang his shades from the neckline of his shirt, so you can see his eyes when he smiles. They’re surprisingly alluring, crinkling at the corners. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Oh! Um…” you fidget while you introduce yourself, wanting to avoid eye contact yet oddly captivated.

“Y/n,” he echoes, never looking away. “I’m Scopper Gaban. You can just call me Scopper!”

“Okay… Scopper.”

Scopper’s smile widens. “You hungry? Spencer might not be up, but there’s still leftover rations.”

You shake your head. Anxiety takes up any free space in your stomach, too unsettled to have an appetite.

Scopper leads you to the deck. There are a few crewmates lingering about on the night watch. Cloud cover blocks any view of the stars, casting the surrounding ocean into darkness.

“I can never get used to the ocean at night,” you say in wonder, stepping up to the ship’s railing and peering over the edge. The water below looks like ink. “It feels like it’s going to swallow me up.”

Right as you say that, a huge, ambiguous shape rises up from the waves. You stumble back with a curse, the entire ship rolling to the side as something grabs on.

“Don’t be scared,” Scopper says, “that’s just Sunbell.”

Sunbell clambers over the ship’s railing, dripping wet. He’s absolutely massive, making the rest of the crew look like children in comparison, and he’s not even the biggest crewmate. You glimpsed an even bigger one yesterday on your way to the galley. But while you had seen big people before, this was your first time seeing a fish-man in person.

“Mornin',” Sunbell grunts at Scopper, then narrows his eyes at you. “Hm? Oh… The little Marine survivor.”

You scoot behind Scopper without thinking, wide eyes focused on the sharp points of Sunbell’s teeth, like a mouth full of knives.

Sunbell doesn’t miss the action, his scowl revealing more razor teeth. “What’s with that look? Never seen a fish-man before?”

You shrink at the admonishment and shake your head.

“Morning, ‘Bell,” Scopper greets. “How’s the water?”

“Nice and cold,” Sunbell says, flicking some water onto Scopper. “See?”

Scopper’s yelp is undignified, catching you so off-guard that you laugh despite your nerves. He looks at you over his shoulder sourly, and you cover your mouth.

“It’s too early for you to be a dick,” Scopper grumbles at Sunbell. “The sun’s not even up.”

“Them’s the breaks, Scopper,” Sunbell says. “You gonna bitch or you gonna do something about it?”

“I just might,” Scopper growls.

The two pirates glare at each other, tension flaring between them, and for a terrifying moment, you think they’re going to fight. Anxiety spikes in your body in preparation, only for them to break out into grins, leaving you thoroughly confused and jittery. This ship was not good for your heart…

“You should join me sometime. Cold water is good for humans, too.”

“Hard pass.”

“Hmph...”

Sunbell lumbers past the two of you, though he flicks water again as he does–this time at you. The droplets are like ice on your skin, and your resulting squawk is as embarrassing as Scopper’s was, making Sunbell chuckle to himself.

You watch him leave, face warm and heart pounding, before looking at Scopper again. His grin hasn’t left him. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

You don’t tell Scopper how extremely wrong he is.

“I don’t care for mornings, but at least we can watch the sun rise,” Scopper muses. “You’ve seen an ocean sunrise, right?”

“No, I haven’t,” you reply. “I always slept in on the Marine ships.”

“Then you’re in for a treat! There’s nothing like it.”

The black of the sky fades with the passing time, becoming indigo before lightening into shades of navy. More crewmates filter out onto the deck as they wake, relieving the night watch. The first sliver of sun crests the horizon, and with it, Roger appears, coming to stand next to you at the railing. He’s joined by Rayleigh, and then a few other crewmates.

You glance behind you. Much of the crew has gathered there, some making sleepy conversation, most staying quiet. You look back ahead, filled with a sensation you can’t name as you all watch the rising sun. The light casts a myriad of soft colors across the clouds, pinks and purples and yellows that reflect in the water.

Scopper leans close to you. “Hell of a view, right?” he whispers. “Gives you a good feeling.”

You nod, silently agreeing. Maybe it’s the way the sun paints the sea from black to blue, or maybe it’s the growing warmth on your skin. But at that moment, the nerves and the bad memories don’t seem to be as all-consuming, and you feel like everything will be okay.

So begins your first day with the Roger Pirates.

Roger has a way of jovially barking out commands, ever in a good mood as he plots a course for the Marine outpost. It helps keep your own spirits high, even though you flinch at some of his shouts.

You do your best to stay out of the way. It’s similar to being on the Marine ship in that sense, idly wandering while the crew works. You’re passing by Scopper and Rayleigh when the blond calls out to you.

Rayleigh’s frowning, which makes you tense, unsure of what you did wrong. His formerly gentle voice now has a steel edge to it. “...Who did that to you?”

You frown, too, no clue as to what he’s talking about. “Did what?”

“Your neck,” Rayleigh says. “There are bruises.”

Next to him, Scopper goes pale.

Your hand flies to your neck, pressing down on your skin. Though you can’t see it, the dull pain is confirmation enough. Embarrassment washes over you, though it’s tempered by fear from the first mate’s chilly tone.

“Y/n,” Rayleigh says slowly, “you are a guest on board the ship. I need you to tell me who thought it was okay to lay a hand on you.”

You exchange panicked glances with Scopper, neither of you able to find the right words. Then another crewmate passing by helpfully answers in your stead.

“It was Scopper, but he wasn’t attacking or nothin’,” he says casually. “They were trying to fuck this morning.”

“No we were not!” You and Scopper shout at once, then each break into your own string of garbled explanations.

Rayleigh rounds on Scopper, eyes dark, and Scopper shuts up immediately. The energy coming off of Rayleigh is potent enough that you go quiet, too, even though it’s not directed at you.

“Gaban,” Rayleigh’s hiss gives you goosebumps.

Scopper holds his hands up defensively. “I-It was an accident! I swear!”

Although Scopper has since donned his shades, you don’t need to see his eyes to tell he’s genuinely scared for his life. Witnessing a powerful pirate like him cower under Rayleigh’s aura is unnerving, and it also strikes you with guilt. It was your fault for startling Scopper in the first place. You have to own up, even if the thought of attracting Rayleigh’s attention right now makes you want to wet yourself. 

“R-R-Rayleigh,” you stammer, soul slipping from your body when he turns his piercing look to you. “Um…! It was my fault, s-so… Um… Let me explain?”

Like a switch being flipped, Rayleigh’s entire demeanor changes, all threat leaving his expression when he regards you. You let out a breath and proceed to describe what happened, covering your face in humiliation when you detail your clumsiness.

“So you see, it really was just an accident.” You lower your hands, peeking at Rayleigh.

Rayleigh purses his lips together, sputters, and then guffaws, bent over and bracing a hand on his thigh. His bellowing laughter draws heads, your face burning as a result.

“It’s not funny…” you mumble.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Rayleigh cackles, though he obviously disagrees. “I’m s-sorry.”

While it was at your expense, you far preferred Rayleigh laughing instead of angry. Beside him, Scopper’s whole body sags with relief.

“You’d better take responsibility, Scopper,” Rayleigh says, unable to suppress his grin. “Thanks to you–”  he emphasizes the word, and Scopper cringes, “–our guest will have to endure questions.”

“Yes, sir. I will,” Scopper says. He thinks for a moment, utters “oh, I know,” and unties his sash from his waist.

You tense as Scopper leans over you, wrapping the beige sash around your neck. It’s a bit big to wear as a scarf, coming past your chin and drooping around your shoulders, but it does the trick. Your face can’t get any hotter, though for a different reason this time, that nice scent of his now hanging around you, sensed with every inhale.

“Thanks,” you say awkwardly. Ordinarily, you would protest, but you just want Rayleigh to be satisfied, and while you look a little silly, at least you won’t get weird comments this way.

It turns out that there was no need to worry about comments. Almost no one on the crew speaks to you at all. You’re not sure if you prefer it that way. On the one hand, they scare you. On the other hand, their cold dismissal makes you even more anxious. Maybe they’re mad they had to change course for your sake, or maybe it’s because you’re the child of Marines. At least you don’t have to worry about any of them hurting you, given Rayleigh’s earlier reaction.

(You worry about it anyway, though. It’s just how you are.)

There are two kids on board the ship, which makes you side-eye Roger. You’ve heard of the occasional pirate crew employing kids, and you don’t approve in the slightest. The Grand Line is hardly a playground, and a pirate ship is no place to grow up. For what it’s worth, the kids seem healthy, having no shortage of energy, yelling and playing together in between the menial tasks assigned to them. Though the kids shoot you curious glances, they follow the crew’s example and don’t speak to you.

In the evening, Roger gives you a tour of the ship, lovingly info-dumping about its specs, the special wood it’s built from, and even the shipwright who built it. He shows you every room in the ship proudly, even the treasure hold, laughing when you gasp at the piles of riches. You get the sense he’s not just showing off, either, eager to share a glimpse of his life with you for reasons you can’t explain.

At night, you and Scopper tactfully switch hammocks, you taking the lower one to prevent another disaster. Although you’re tired, it’s hard to sleep, plagued by general worries and specific worries and worries over things that have yet to happen. My clothes are filthy. I’ll have to borrow clothing from the pirates if I want to wash them… What if the pirates change their mind halfway through the trip and throw me overboard? Or sell me into trafficking?… Mom and dad don’t even know that anything’s happened. They’re expecting me to arrive with the Marines in a week. No one knows they’re dead yet…

Whenever you feel like you’re on the cusp of slumber, the dying screams of the Marines echo in your head and twist your stomach until you’re nauseous. You don’t want to wake anyone by crying, but it’s impossible to stop. Biting your tongue doesn’t help, a few tears slipping past anyway, and you do your best to muffle your sniffling. Hours pass, until you hear Sunbell get up, eerily light-footed for someone so big. No one stirs as he leaves the sleeping quarters, and eventually you fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

The sleeping quarters are emptier when you wake, only a fraction of the hammocks strung up. Sunlight filters past the porthole’s curtain, indicating you’ve overslept. The crewmates currently sleeping must be the ones on the night watch. You step lightly, careful not to wake them as you leave.

Day Two.

Like the previous day, the crew ignores you. It’s a stark difference from waking on board the Marine ship.

“Finally up, L/n Junior?”

“You’re so lucky you get to sleep in, L/n!”

The Marine crew called you by your last name, or ‘Junior,’ or both. Aside from the Captain.

“Morning, kid.”

“Please, Captain,” you objected. “I’m older than some of the recruits.”

“Still a kid to me!”

You blink away tears. There are five more days you have to endure here, and then you’ll be safe. Then you can tell your parents everything that happened, make sure the fallen Marines get properly recognized. You’ll almost certainly have to talk to someone high-ranking, which makes you anxious to think about. The higher-ups in the Marines have a reputation for being intense. But it would be a debriefing, not an interrogation. They’ll believe you… Right? Surely, they will…

“Hey there.”

You jump, whirling around to see Scopper. His thumbs are hooked through his belt loops, back slightly curved in a relaxed slouch. “Oh! Scopper… Good morning.”

“Try again,” he says playfully.

You glance indirectly at the sun, already past the apex of its arc through the sky. “Good afternoon?”

“There you go.”

You’re not sure if it’s his easygoing smile that makes your chest tight, or the memory of the other night. The fear of him blends together with the appeal you can’t deny is there, until you can’t tell where one starts and the other ends. It’s disorienting.

“I don’t usually wake up this late,” you say, a little self-conscious. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” you dismiss. “A shame... I missed the sunrise.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Scopper sounds pleased with himself. “I could wake you up for tomorrow’s, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“It wouldn’t be a hassle.”

You study his face, trying to figure out why he’s offering, but you can’t see past the shades. What does he gain from being friendly with you? Maybe it comes from working under Roger. It’s not a stretch, given that the captain himself is going to the trouble of sidelining his plans for a week for your sake. But the rest of the crew doesn’t care for your presence, so what’s Scopper’s deal? Is he just like that?

You shift from foot to foot. It would be nice to see the sunrise again. “If you really don’t mind…”

“Not at all,” Scopper says gingerly.

Warmth creeps across your face. You don’t respond, speechless from the amiable treatment. You can’t get used to it–it goes against everything you’ve been taught about pirates.

Scopper tilts his head at you, seemingly unbothered by your silence. “You missed breakfast and lunch. I bet you’re hungry.”

“I’m okay,” you lie quickly. For one thing, the rule on Marine ships is you don’t eat if you’re late. For another, the thought of going through their stores and getting yelled at for it ( especially  by a pirate) is terrifying. “I’ll just wait for dinner.”

“Nonsense! Come on, I’ll take you to the galley. Spencer doesn’t like people going there between meals, but he won’t say shit to me, so it’ll be fine.”

Scopper walks past you without further discussion, waving a hand for you to follow. You do so, trotting a bit to keep up. “He won’t?”

“Nah. I outrank him,” Scopper smiles dryly, “not that rank’s ever stopped most of the crew from having a mouth, but Spencer respects the chain of command.”

“Oh… Okay.”

Upon entering the galley, you’re apprehensive to see the ship’s cook is already there, making preparations for dinner. Spencer looks up sharply from where he’s chopping vegetables when the two of you walk in, steely gaze flicking first to Scopper and then settling on you. The look alone is enough to freeze you in place while Scopper keeps going, unawares.

“Hey, Spencer. Give me a serving of leftovers from today’s lunch.” Scopper’s manner is laid-back despite him not actually asking.

Spencer glances at Scopper again, puts down his knife wordlessly, and goes to the fridge.

Scopper notices you’re no longer next to him and looks over his shoulder. “What’re you doing over there? Come on in.”

You swallow. Spencer’s back is currently turned, which helps you muster up the courage to enter. You step partially behind Scopper when the cook returns, now holding a plate of buckwheat noodles and a small bowl of sauce. He doesn’t say anything when he hands them to you, but his dour expression clearly highlights his dissatisfaction.

“You can eat in here,” Scopper says to you, and Spencer narrows his eyes, “or in the mess room. There are some crewmates in there, too, just so you know.”

Neither option is favorable, but you figure being around one frigid pirate is better than being around multiple. At least Scopper is here–he’s the only one aside from Roger and Rayleigh who doesn’t seem adverse to your existence.

That comfort is swiftly dashed when Scopper says, “I’m still on duty, so I’ll see you later.” He holds up his hands, showing the grease staining them from the ship’s ropes.

“Ah,” your voice comes out small at the prospect of being left alone with the icy cook. “Okay…”

Right before Scopper leaves the galley, he pauses and turns. “Hey, Spencer? Cool it on the eye daggers. I know you prefer being alone while you cook, but suck it up for a bit.”

Spencer looks like he wants to say something, his jaw set, but he doesn’t, just as Scopper said. He also doesn’t follow Scopper’s direction. Though you sit at the far end of the counter to eat, you can feel Spencer’s eyes on you like a physical thing. It may be your imagination, but he seems to chop harder, the chok chok chok of the knife echoing throughout the room and killing your appetite with how it unsettles your stomach. You force the food down anyway, afraid he would get even more upset if you bothered him just to end up not eating.

You wash your dishes when you’re done, carefully avoiding eye contact. Once you dry your hands, you take a slow breath to calm yourself, gathering the nerve to talk. Offering gratitude for a meal is another deeply ingrained habit.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, then try again, raising your voice a little, “it was good…”

The compliment doesn’t affect Spencer, his stony glare remaining. You don’t stick around any longer than you have to.

There’s nowhere on the ship you really feel safe. You walk up one side of the ship and down the other in agitated circles, like a pacing animal in a cage too small. It’s hard enough to be calm on a normal day–the current circumstances are overwhelming. Death lingering on your mind, surrounded by animosity, no place to escape, no choice but to trust someone you were told can’t be trusted. Uneasy, uptight, and confused from the kindness that’s been shown to you in between. It builds like uneven bricks, stacked loose and threatening to come crashing down. 

You know you’re going to react disruptively. You know you’re not going to be able to hold it in. It always happens when you get wound tight enough, out of your control, your body taking matters into its own hands and doing something to relieve the tension.

You’re looking out over the ocean when it finally becomes too much. Digging your fingers into the railing, you tip your head back and scream.

The shame is immediate, even before you hear the crew go quiet. A lifetime of adverse reactions to your issues ensures that. You stare at the water, afraid to see their faces, knowing what their expressions must be like. You’ve seen it before, after all, from people who have witnessed your questionable coping methods in the past.

You hear footsteps approaching and tense. Roger comes next to you, resting his hands by yours on the railing. You glance his way, but keep your gaze low, not meeting his eye, waiting for him to ask you what the hell your problem is.

There’s a pause, and then Roger screams, as loud and as sudden as you did, making you jump. You look at him in shock. He grins down at you.

You stare back, unsure if he’s making fun of you at first. There’s nothing but mirth in his eyes, after all. But you don’t get the sense he’s teasing you–you get the sense that he doesn’t give a fuck. Like it’s a game. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel like he’s giving you permission, in a way.

You face the ocean and scream again, this time more intently, really pouring your frustrations into it. Roger joins you like a wolf joining a howl, shouting across the sea with even greater volume due to his size. The both of you scream like lunatics for a good minute. When it’s finally out of your system and your throat is sore, you meet his gaze once again, this time reflecting his grin. The both of you start laughing. It’s a little euphoric, the stress in your system temporarily replaced with bubbling joy. No words are exchanged, but you feel more connected to him in that moment than you have to anyone in a long time.

Roger doesn’t say anything when he leaves, either, returning to his duties like nothing happened. To your surprise, the crew doesn’t seem phased by the incident, continuing to work as if this was normal for their captain. It’s more telling than anything you’ve seen so far.

The bizarre display must have intrigued the kids, because both of them come bounding up to you a while later. They’re equal in stature, one with crimson hair beneath a straw hat, the other’s blue hair mostly covered by a beanie, his bulbous red nose standing out. You’re familiar with the brutal honesty of children, and await the inevitable “what’s wrong with you?” line of questioning.

The kid with the straw hat goes first. “You’re weird!”

There it is. You smile at the blatant lack of manners, having expected as much. “That’s rude, you know. Didn’t these guys teach you to introduce yourself to someone new?”

“We don’t have to!” Blue Hair declares. “Cuz we’re pirates!”

“Then I’ll pick something to call you until you tell me your names,” you decide. “How about… Tweedledee and Tweedledum?”

“NO!!” they shout indignantly.

“Okay, then…” You point at them one by one. “You can be Red Shrimp, and you can be Blue Shrimp.”

You giggle. “I can’t think of anything else, so that will have to do.”

“NO!!”  Their angry faces are adorable.

“My name is Shanks!” Red hair protests.

“And I’m Buggy!” Blue hair adds.

That was easy. 

“Hanks and Duggy?” you say cluelessly, just to mess with them a little.

“Shanks!” Shanks yells.

“Buggy!” Buggy cries.

You cover your mouth to suppress your laugh. “Ohhh, okay. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Shanks and Mr. Buggy.”

Buggy swells at the title, but Shanks takes it as condescending and is less impressed. “Don’t sweet-talk me, Marine!”

“Pfft!” Your sputter only makes Shanks madder.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, Shanks,” you lower your hand once you’re sure you can maintain composure, “and I’m not a Marine, by the way.”

“You’re not?” Buggy asks. “Then why were you on the Marine ship?”

“My parents are Marines, but I never enlisted. I was hitching a ride, that’s all.”

“Oh…” Buggy thinks for a moment. “But you’ve seen the higher-ups, right?”

“The higher-ups?” You wonder where this is going. “Some of them, in passing.”

“Have you seen the Buddha?” Shanks asks excitedly.

“You mean Vice Admiral Sengoku?” You’re a bit surprised–of course, any competent pirate crew would stay informed about their opposition, but you didn’t expect that the kids would know about it. Seems that Roger’s crew really is preparing them for a life of piracy. The thought is a bit distressing, but you try not to let it show. Right now, they’re both staring at you expectantly, eyes big. And you have just the story for them. “Actually…”

Their eyes get wider.

}---{

Dad was supposed to be off work, but there was an emergency call in the dark hours of the morning that had him rushing to the outpost. Once you woke up, you found his hat on the floor of the kitchen, forgotten in his haste. He could get in trouble for breaking the dress code, so you decided to bring it to him–it wouldn’t be the first time. Before you left, you assembled two simple lunches, too; dad and mom both complained about the quality of the food served on base.

You knew the layout of the building fairly well by then, heading directly to a room further in the back. As a Lieutenant, your mom had her own office, and while she probably wouldn’t be there right then, the Ensign that handled her paperwork would be. They could get the hat and lunches to where they needed to go. 

Most of the servicemen you passed by greeted you with familiarity. More of them knew you than you knew them, making you wonder how much your parents talked about you while on duty. Sweet, but embarrassing…

Then you saw someone you’ve never met, but recognized immediately. You froze to the spot as he walked down the hall, headed to intersect your path. He was instantly distinguished by his hair, a perfectly spherical afro, and, of course, by the goat that followed after him. Your jaw dropped lower the closer he came. Until then, you’d only seen him in pictures–you had no idea he was that massive, but he towered over you at nine feet. His uniform was adorned with medals, and as he approached, he actually stopped and turned, looking down at you through black-rimmed glasses.

“V-Vice Admiral Sengoku,” you stammered. 

Civilians weren’t required to salute to servicemen, but it was something your parents had taught you to do regardless. With one hand carrying the lunch boxes and the other holding a bag of rice crackers, your panicking brain decided the best option was to salute anyway. You did so with the rice cracker hand, the bag held to your temple in possibly the stupidest moment of your life.

Sengoku blinked, then smiled. “At ease.”

You dropped your hand. It took physical effort to keep yourself from trembling.

“Is it your mother, or father?” Sengoku asked.

“P-Pardon me?” You had no idea why he was talking to you. Surely, he had better things to attend to.

“Only Marines make their kids salute at soldiers. Is it your mother, or father?”

“Oh! It’s both...”

“Both parents? Then you must be L/n’s kid.”

It took you by complete surprise that he knew who they were, mouth hanging open before you found a response. “Um, yeah. That’s right.”

“Well, they’re lucky to have such a thoughtful kid,” he said warmly, glancing at the lunches. Behind him, his goat started chewing on his coat.

“T-Thank you, sir.”

“Take it easy.” Sengoku nodded at you and made to keep walking when a sudden, booming stomach growl reverberated out from his gut. He froze just like you had, face blank in disbelief as it echoed around the both of you, then grimaced at himself. “E-Excuse me. I had to skip breakfast.

You were too stunned to react right away, but once you regained your senses, you held out the bag of crackers in offering. “Um… Here, why don’t you have this? There’s still plenty of food in the lunch boxes, so it’s no big deal…”

“Really?” Sengoku said, accepting the bag once you nodded. “Thank you, L/n! That’s very considerate.”

You watched him leave, letting out a sigh of relief once his back was turned.

}---{

Shanks and Buggy howl with laughter at your description of Sengoku’s indignity, not really listening to the rest of the story after that, but you don’t mind.

“He really just let the goat eat his clothes?” Buggy asks.

“Oh, yeah,” you grin, “it does whatever it wants. I’ve heard that it eats important documents when he’s not looking.”

The boys get a kick out of that, giggling at the thought of the feared Buddha conceding to a goat.

“Taro said you’re a wuss, so I thought you’d be lame,” Shanks says earnestly, “but you’re funny!”

Ouch. It’s not an untrue statement, though. You can’t help but snicker at his cheek. “Yeah? What else did they say?”  

It’s only natural that the kids would ask the crew why you’re sailing with them. You expect more insults, so Shanks’ reply catches you off guard.

“He said we need to trust in the Captain’s decisions.”

“...Did he? Huh…” That’s more conviction than you expected from the likes of pirates, but these pirates have repeatedly shown that they’re far from ordinary. 

“Hey,” Buggy pokes you rudely, “it’s warm out. Why is your scarf so big?”

“Quit that,” you push his hand away. “I got hurt, so I’m hiding the bruises. I don’t want to worry anyone.”

“Can I see?”

“Sure.”

The following experience would become a life lesson for you, one in which you learned the value of lying to children. You remove the scarf, and both boys observe the marks on your neck curiously.

Shanks looks you directly in the eye and asks, “Are those sex bruises?”

The question hits you like a freight train, bowling you into slack-jawed silence. Then you whip your head around, immediately finding Roger further along the deck, and the pirate captain goes stiff at your death glare.

You face the kids again, trying to recover. “You don’t even know what that is.”

“I know what sex is!”

“Me too!” Buggy says.

“Let’s talk about something else,” you say firmly.

You don’t get the chance. A crewmate holding mops and buckets comes up behind the boys, inadvertently saving you.

“Enough slacking off, you little turds!” he thunders. “Get busy!”

Shanks and Buggy groan, but comply, taking the cleaning supplies with a dramatic show of reluctance before marching off like they’re being led to their deaths.

Mealtimes on the ship continue to be harrowing. The day shift eats together, congregating in the mess room. You’re bad enough with crowds without them consisting of armed pirates who could care less if you lived or died. You eat in silence and sit away from everyone else as much as possible.

Dinner is no different, you taking your tray and heading directly to a corner of the table. Though you mostly keep your eyes down, sometimes you can’t help but sneak looks at the crewmates, mainly eyeing their weapons. The man currently passing you by doesn’t have them, but he doesn’t need them, his visage fearsome enough on its own. Stocky and broad-shouldered, with a square jaw and a rugged scar on his forehead, he’s bigger than even Roger. He glances at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth, and you tense as your eyes meet.

The pirate suddenly lunges at you with a snarl, arms raised like he means to grab you.

You scream, stumbling back, the tray flying from your hands and its contents crashing to the floor. Rather than attacking you, however, the pirate bursts into hearty laughter, clutching his stomach. The crewmates who witnessed the spectacle join in, crowing around you that makes you burn hot as you realize he was messing with you.

Terrified and humiliated, you can only stare at the upturned dishes and the food spilled onto the floor. You wonder if Spencer will even give you another serving. You wonder if the rest of the trip is going to be like this. You wonder if your nerves will be able to hold out.

You want to cry, but you won’t do it in front of these pirates.

A shadow falling over you makes you look up. Scopper has stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the scarred pirate. You can’t see Scopper’s face, but you instantly get tense from the energy coming off of him as he looks up, arms crossed, at the bigger man. The others sense it too, going quiet.

“Mugren.” Scopper sounds calm and level, but you can feel the underlying threat in his tone. “Clean it up.”

Mugren looks surprised, obviously not anticipating a consequence. He takes a step back. “Scopper?”

Scopper’s voice drops low. “Clean it up before I make you eat your cigar.”

Mugren takes another step back, then scowls and turns away, muttering irritably to himself as he goes to take care of the mess.

“Got something to say to me, Mugren?” Scopper’s question is laced with warning.

Mugren stiffens. “No.”

“Ah, I see! I must have been hearing things.”

“M-Must be it.”

You shudder, going rigid once Scopper turns to you. “Go have a seat. I’ll bring you another tray,” he says coolly. Unlike Rayleigh, Scopper’s aura doesn’t abate right away, and you have to remind yourself that the simmering enmity is not intended for you.

You wait for Scopper at the table’s corner, and when he returns, it’s with two trays. He sits next to you, sliding one in front of you and the other before himself. He’s calmed down by then, voice gentle when he speaks. “Are you okay?”

You poke at the food with your fork, appetite long since diminished. “...Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about them.”

Why did you do that? Your head is buzzing with the question, longing to ask him but not able to find the courage. Why did you do that for me? Instead, you shrug weakly. “You’re pirates. I’m from a Marine family. It’s to be expected.”

“But you’re not a Marine,” Scopper points out. “You’ve never done anything to harm us. You shouldn’t be treated like you have.”

You glance at him. He’s not touching his food either, solemn attention focused on you.

“It could be worse,” you reason, “you guys could have left me on the Marine ship to drown. Or, you know. Worse… I’m grateful to be rescued at all. I’m not about to complain.”

“That’s a pretty gallant take,” Scopper says. “If I were you, I’d be pissed as hell over the whole thing.”

That makes you smile. Of course anger was one of your many swirling emotions during this whirlwind of an escort, but your forgiving nature meant it was often buried away or overshadowed by anxiety.

“I just…” you start, sighing, “I get nervous.”

“I sort of got that impression,” Scopper says, his smile showing that he’s teasing. “It’s fine.”

“If you say so.” You didn’t think it was fine, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

Scopper props his elbow on the table and rests his chin on his hand. “Since you’re not a Marine, what do you do?”

“For a living?” You feel a prickle of old shame. The truth was that your nerves were so bad you couldn’t hold a job, or at least not one your parents approved of. You mainly lived off of their income. “Nothing consistent, really. I’ll watch the other soldiers’ kids, or help my neighbor carry her things to the market, or make deliveries. Odd jobs like that. Sometimes I can sell a painting, but it has to be under my mom’s nose.”

“You paint?” Scopper asks, and you nod. “Why hide that?”

“She says it’s a waste of time. That I should put my efforts toward learning a trade.” You try not to look sullen. “I don’t want to, though...”

“What do you want to do, then?”

“Sketch, paint, play music. My neighbor’s teaching me to crochet, which is nice. Real soothing. I guess I like making things, but my parents don’t think it’s worth doing.”

“Neither of them?”

“Mostly my mom, but dad goes along with whatever she says. ‘Listen to your mother. She’s looking out for you.’ That sort of thing.”

“Sounds like a crock of shit.”

You laugh shortly. “And you know what’s best for me, Mr. Pirate?”

Scopper grins. “I didn’t say that.”

You smile to yourself. You’re already feeling a lot better, enough to be able to stomach food again. Scopper starts eating once you do, the two of you conversing in between bites, and you’re astounded at how easy it is to talk to him. You ask about the kids, learning that they’ve both essentially been adopted by the crew from a young age. The fondness with which Scopper speaks about them gives you some relief about their situation.

After you finish eating, Scopper leans forward to look past you to the other end of the table, where Roger’s sitting. “Hey, Captain!”

“What?” Roger shouts back.

“Whatever did we do with the loot from those weirdo Artsy Pirates we stomped a few months ago?”

You think this crew has no business calling any other one ‘weird,’ but you keep that to yourself.

“It’s still in the hold.”

Scopper sits back, turning to you. “Wait here. I’ll be a few minutes.”

You put both of your trays away in the meantime, wondering what he’s up to as you return to your seat. It’s a good ten minutes before Scopper comes back, and he’s carrying art supplies with him–a canvas tucked under one arm, mid-sized but looking tiny compared to the bulk of his body, and a bag in the other. He upturns the bag on the table in front of you, a palette clattering out along with paint brushes and tubes of oil paints.

“There we go. Now you have something to do to pass the time,” Scopper says cheerfully, handing you the canvas.

“Oh…” You don’t have anything smarter to say, humbled by his consideration. Accepting the canvas, you inspect it to see that it’s already been primed. “Um… Thank you. That’s… That’s really nice of you.”

“You’re welcome!” Scopper flops into the chair next to you, looking at you expectedly.

You take in his expression. “Right now?”

“Why not? You got anything better to do?”

“...Guess not,” you agree, making room for the canvas on the table and arranging the supplies before you neatly. Without an easel or smock, you’ll have to be extra careful not to get paint on yourself or the tablecloth–though the stains currently set in the latter probably mean that no one would really care, you won’t take chances with getting yelled at.

For a minute, you just look at the selection of colors, thinking about what you want to paint. A memory from yesterday surfaces, one of dazzling colors that left a stark impression. Something you saw for the first time.

You squeeze the colors you need onto the palette and start, using the largest brush to dab the canvas with a base layer of white in practiced back-and-forth strokes. The world around you fades out as you focus, the repetitive scraping of the brush fibers against the canvas almost hypnotizing. You don’t think about your current situation, nor that anyone’s watching. Nerves and stress seem to dull alongside the rest of your surroundings, a sense of calm settling over them like dust on a sill.

Once the base layer is even, you change brushes, dipping into the red paint next. It mixes with the white layer into a soft pink that you feather across the top half of the canvas, then switch to straight strokes for the bottom half. You don’t swap brushes when you add yellow next, letting the colors blend together. By the time you add lavender clouds, the intended picture becomes obvious. The puffy top half of the painting forms a sky, while the more linear strokes of the bottom half become the water. You paint a horizon line and add more purple to define the waves, then blend everything together. The white paint you use for the sun picks up the orange beneath it, merging into the color that you remember, and with a few more thin lines of white on the waves to indicate the sun’s reflection, it’s finished.

Reality comes back slowly, like someone’s turning the knob on a speaker, sights and sounds gradually returning to their original intensity. You have no idea how much time has passed, but the mess room has fewer people than it did before. Scopper speaks up next to you, making you jump–you’ve managed to forget he was there entirely while you were concentrating.

“That’s incredible, Y/n,” he marvels, “it looks exactly like yesterday’s sunrise.”

“Not exactly,” you say quickly, flustered from his reaction. “I was working from memory… If I had a photograph, I could be more accurate with the colors.”

“No, that’s pretty legit,” someone says behind you, making you jump again. You whirl around to see a few crewmates hovering over your shoulder. How long were they watching?

“Yeah, that’s really good,” another one says.

You shrink in your seat. “T-Thanks.”

The other pirates disperse now that the show's over, leaving you with Scopper. He studies the painting, then looks at you. “Have your parents seen your work before?”

“Yeah.”

“And they don’t approve?” Scopper sounds doubtful.

“Not really,” you smile ruefully, long since habituated to their criticisms.

“Then they’re either blind or ignorant,” Scopper says callously.

“Hey, now, easy. They’re still my parents,” you say, “even if we don’t agree on everything, I owe them, you know?”

Scopper levels his gaze at you. At least, you think he does. It’s hard to tell with the shades, but you feel his focus all the same. “No, you don’t. You don’t owe them anything.”

“Of course I do. They raised me,” you frown. “I get what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate your concern, Scopper. But you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve put them through. I have to make up for…” You trail off, unable to say it out loud. There’s a twinge of pain in your chest at the thought. 

I have to make up for being me.

“You’re wrong,” Scopper asserts, “I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. They’re your parents–looking after you is their job. That’s the bare fucking minimum, Y/n. No one asks to be born.”

You go quiet. His words seem obvious in hindsight, but you'd never really considered them that way before. Scopper becomes impassioned as he continues, balling up a fist.

“I just hate the idea that we’re locked into a role because of things beyond our control,” he says, "that we can't choose for ourselves."

"That’s the way the world works." You hate the words as soon as they come out of your mouth. That was something mom always said.

Even with his shades, you can tell Scopper is looking you in the eye. "It doesn’t have to be."

You look at Scopper the same way he looked at your painting, with amazement, as the words sink in. Then your face falls and you shake your head.  “There’s a reason for the way things are. We need order,” you say, but it comes out weak, not even convincing yourself.

“Is that what you think? Or what you’ve been told?” Scopper asks. “Who do you think benefits from the current structure? As it stands, the Celestial Dragons manipulate the World Government, the World Government manipulates the Marines, and the Marines manipulate the people. Like their lives are a board game. Are those the rules you want to play by? Are you satisfied with that?"

You don't have a response, his questions echoing in your head one after the other.  Were  you satisfied? Were you happy with the way things were? Not even in the grand scheme of things, but on an individual level? The discomfort that arose from the thoughts told you that you already knew the answer.

"I'd rather live in a world without shackles," Scopper says, tapping next to your painting, "a world where people are free to pursue what makes them happy."

"Are you happy?" you ask. It's more personal than you're normally comfortable asking, but suddenly you have to know. "Being a pirate?"

"I wouldn't trade it for anything." Scopper raises his chin proudly. "This crew, we’re going to sail to the end of the Grand Line. We're going to have an adventure unlike anything we can dream of. Because we want to. Because no one can tell us otherwise. That's the life I want to live."

Your eyes widen at the ambitious statement. Everyone knew that was impossible. Many explorers had undertaken the voyage, only to perish in the attempt. 

“You’ll die.”

“Then I'll die having a good time.”

He keeps stunning you into silence. You contemplate the idea–a journey worth dying for. But it wasn’t about the journey, was it? It was about desire. Fulfillment. There’s something very appealing about that. Dangerously so. 

You smile, mostly in disbelief at yourself. “I knew this crew was unusual. But now I see that you're crazy, too.”

“It’s not such a bad thing to be.”

You think about Roger, joining you in screaming at the ocean. You’ll never know why he did it, and you don’t have the nerve to ask. But regardless of his reason, the effect was the same: In that moment, you felt profoundly less alone.

“Maybe not,” you say thoughtfully, looking at your painting. You don’t have the skill, yet, to capture the feeling you had when witnessing that rising sun with Scopper and Roger and the rest of the crew. But you remember it all the same.

Scopper watches you, following your gaze to the painting. He’s quiet. Was he thinking about it, too?

“There are more canvases in the hold,” Scopper says after a minute. “I'll bring them out. You can keep those and the rest of the supplies in the crew quarters, to use whenever you want while you’re here.”

The rest of the evening is uneventful. You can’t stop thinking about your conversation with Scopper. Laying in your hammock that night, you look at all the sleeping forms hanging about the room. It wasn’t just Scopper who believed in those words. You’re certain that every one of these pirates feels the same way.

It resonates with you. It shouldn’t. What were you thinking, looking up to pirates? But you can’t help it. How could you hate the idea of following your dreams? To do what you want, no matter the consequences… What would that be like?

You close your eyes.

[Part 2]

[harudnae]

So... I've been "possessed by the horny spirits of the Roger Pirates" (© @childofblackmaria) and had to exorcise them. She sent me this tweet and I fully blame them both for this !

Also posted on AO3 on 2023.02.10

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Roger x Rayleigh, Gaban x Rayleigh

Summary: Gaban has the hots for Rayleigh... too bad he's fucking the Captain.

Content warnings: Gaban eavesdropping on Roger & Rayleigh fucking on the other side of the wall (= blowjob, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie), jealousy, masturbation, one-sided attraction (?)

Word count: 1.7k

🚪 Thin walls

Gaban has had a few rough nights lately, troubled with finding sleep.

Captain Roger said they'd get a new ship sometime, but for now... The walls are thin.

And Gaban hears everything. Everything.

A rustle of fabric, then a creak of wood as someone sits on the bed in the cabin next to his own.

He can hear Roger's smile in his voice as he asks, "Are you trying to seduce me ?"

Then Rayleigh's voice, husky and playful, "Is it working ?"

Gaban closes his eyes and sighs in defeat, already knowing that he's not going to rest anytime soon. Overhearing anyone having sex on the other side of the wooden wall would have been enough to disturb his sleep, but it really doesn't help that he wants to fuck Rayleigh, too. Just the thought of the blond undressing in front of him, for him, is enough to arouse him and make him ache for more.

Rayleigh's really handsome, not to mention smart, sassy and very strong, a combination of traits that Gaban particularly enjoys, so he's secretly been lusting for him for a while. Rayleigh being into men and into being taken rough was a delightful news, Gaban just wishes he didn't learn it when he first heard Roger fucking him senseless.

Gaban has a profound respect for the relationship the First Mate has with the Captain, so he'd never cross the line and try something... but he can still dream, right ? It's not like they're going to notice anyway, with the ruckus they make every other night.

"Let me see you", Rayleigh invitingly says on the other side of the wall.

Figuring he might as well jack off while they're going at it, Gaban shrugs and removes his shirt, then slides out of his pants.

Another rustle of fabric tells him Roger is doing the same, then there's another creak of wood, slightly louder than before.

Gaban lays on his bed and closes his eyes.

"I can't believe I feel small next to you, now."

Roger lets out a low appreciative hum, then a few quiet moans.

Gaban lifts a hand to his chest, exploring the broad expanse of his pecs and caressing the curly hairs between them, then slides it down his abs, following his dark happy trail, wondering how Rayleigh would touch him.

Rayleigh would look so good straddling his hips, with his strong hands wandering, teasing... How would it be like to feel the weight of his toned body over him, to touch his pale skin, to wrap his hands around his waist and pull him closer... ?

Gaban licks his lips, and palms at his growing erection through his underwear.

"Want me to suck you ?"

"Oh, yeah."

Gaban tucks his thumbs into his waistband and promptly slides out of his underwear, carelessly discarding the garment a little further on the bed. He adjusts his position on the bed, and rubs a couple of fingers on the vein on the underside of his cock.

Roger groans, a deep, rumbling sound.

Gaban licks his palm and wraps his fingers around his cock, then closes his eyes again, and starts languidly stroking, rubbing his fingertips against his frenulum.

"Oh, Rayleigh... That's so good- unf..."

More sounds, wet and lewd, earnest and hotter by the minute. He bets Rayleigh gives incredible head...

Gaban strokes faster, thumb teasing his tip, and parts his lips as he breathes more heavily.

He pictures Rayleigh on his knees, looking at him from under, soft lips wrapped around his cock and tongue playing with the vein underside, one of his hands fondling his balls as he takes him whole, slightly gagging around his girth.

Gaban would love to thread a hand through his blond hair and keep him there, feeling the back of Rayleigh's throat at his throbbing tip. He quietly hisses, picturing Rayleigh's eyelids fluttering shut as he swallows around him, nose brushing against his happy trail.

"Fuck me, Roger. I want to feel you inside me."

Gaban's balls briefly tighten. He wishes he was on the receiving side of such dirty talk, wishes so bad he could claim Rayleigh too.

"Lay down", Roger huskily instructs him.

Rayleigh, laying naked, thighs spread out for him, what a sight it must be...

Gaban envies Roger for having Rayleigh so compliant and eager, for being able to touch his skin, to kiss him, to fuck him like this.

A pop, a few moments of relative silence, then a low groan.

"You're already wide open", Roger awes.

"I've been wanting you all day, I prepared myself", Rayleigh seductively says.

Gaban squeezes his base and bites his lower lip, stifling a moan at the thought of Rayleigh stretching his ass around his fingers in anticipation of a good rough fuck. Where did he do that ? When ? Could he have stumbled upon him ? What would have happened then ? Gaban exhales a strained sigh, equal parts aroused and jealous.

Roger growls, and the bed creaks again. "Rayleigh... That's so hot..."

"Take me, then- unf !" A broken sound, followed by a series of heavy moans.

Gaban frowns, wondering what Rayleigh's face looks like right now.

Oh, to be over him, slowly sliding into him, to see his face contorted in pleasure, jaw tight and eyes screwed shut, to be the reason he moans like this...

Gaban resumes stroking as the bed creaks again. He follows Roger's rhythm, slow and regular, and tightens his grip, trying to imagine how Rayleigh would feel around his cock.

Warm and tight... Rayleigh's inner walls squeezing and pulsating around him, his slender legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper, hands holding onto his shoulders and digging shortly trimmed fingernails into his skin...

Faster creaks of wood, heavy pants and deep moans.

Gaban picks up his pace too, yearning to be there and able to voice his desire, too.

"Oh, fuck, Roger ! Harder ! Mmph-" Rayleigh's next moans are muffled, most probably by Roger's mouth over his.

Gaban tucks his right arm under his head, tangles his fingers into his hair and closes his eyes, picturing Rayleigh under him, looking into his eyes and pulling him by the nape for a deep kiss. He'd love to claim his mouth, to feel his moans against his own tongue as he pounds into him.

Rayleigh moans a little louder, and Gaban's balls tighten at the sound. He squeezes around his base and takes a couple of deep breaths to last a little longer, knowing fully well that Roger has an impressive stamina, and outlasts both of them often.

There's another series of creaks of the bed, then a couple of soft thudding sounds against the wooden wall.

"Oh, fuck, fuck-" Rayleigh's voice is louder now, it sounds close, so close that Gaban feels like he's moaning right against his ear.

Roger resumes fucking Rayleigh, faster and harder, and the bed now regularly hits against the common wall between their bunks.

"Fuckkk, that feels so good !" There's a light scraping sound against the wall, then another thud.

Gaban hisses again, and moves again to match their pace, now painfully aware of the position they're in.

Oh, to fuck Rayleigh bent against the wall, to hold his hips tight and bury his cock deep, to touch his arched back, beads of sweat rolling down the dip of his spine, to hold his nape and press him against the wall to take him harder...

Gaban basically fucks his own fist now, abs tense with each hip thrust, and he heavily pants. He tightens his grip, hoping Rayleigh's ass would squeeze him harder. He spreads his palm over his dick, smearing a few drops of precum on the swollen, sensitive tip-

"Aah, fuck ! There, right there !"

Gaban hisses and picks up his pace again, wishing he'd be the one rubbing hard against Rayleigh's prostate, wishing so hard to see him come undone under his ministrations.

Rayleigh must look so lewd, so fucking beautiful right now, with his fists braced tight against the wall, lips parted to exhale those sinful moans and groans, eyes half-shut in bliss, ass swallowing him whole and begging for more. And his voice is so clear, so loud...

Warmth coils into Gaban's gut at the sound, so close, so good, so fucking close...

"Fuck- Roger... Fuckfuck-"

The bed hits harder against the wall, faster too.

Gaban's body tenses as his orgasm builds up, a few beads of sweat trickling down his body.

"Make- oh, fuck YES !- Please make me cum-"

Oh, to have Rayleigh begging for his cock, begging to take him, begging to make him cum...

Another loud thud on the wall, followed by a long moan, broken with powerful thrusts.

The coil snaps, and Gaban bites on his fist to muffle a groan when he finally cums, thick white lines landing on his torso as his hips stutter against his hand.

Roger fucks Rayleigh through the afterglow, earning a few more lewd moans and groans, but he doesn't last much longer either : he exhales a low groan soon and the bed stops creaking shortly after.

While he regains his breath, Gaban feels another pang of jealousy at the thought of Captain Roger emptying his balls inside Rayleigh, followed by a wave of guilt as he opens his eyes and sees the mess he made. Still panting, he blindly grabs a towel under his bed and cleans himself up, hoping that they're done now, and that he can finally sleep, for lack of a better option.

A loud, clear slap of flesh against flesh, followed by a hiss and a moan.

"Wanna fuck you more", Roger growls.

Gaban rolls his eyes and heavily sighs.

Rayleigh exhales a low chuckle. "Yeah ?"

"Mh-hmm."

"Well, you're not the only one..."

Gaban stiffens and his heart starts drumming in his chest as he stares at the wall. Did Rayleigh-

Light scraping against the wall, close, so close to his ear. Then, a few soft thuds against the wood.

Right, the walls are fucking thin.

A louder thud on the wall, then Roger speaks again. "Oi, Gaban."

Gaban swallows, and he's expecting anything but the smile he clearly hears in his Captain's voice as he next talks.

"Wanna help me wreck Rayleigh ?"

Gaban blinks and all his blood rushes south. When his brain finally catches up, he scrambles up and rushes out of his cabin – without a single fuck spared for still being butt naked.

[itspopples]

Day 2 of @rogerpirateswk : Farewells / Memories The Tide, the Moon, and the Stars word count: 3.2k

With their time together growing short, Rayleigh bids farewell to two more crew members.

The wind blew and the sea rocked the same as she ever did yet none of it was the same. The salt in the air tasted more bitter than he could ever remember it being. Every moment with the others, each interaction seemed muted and watered down. He would need to learn all over again how to live. How quickly his world had become colorless without Roger, all while the man still lived and breathed and walked about the world!

The door that led below deck creaked open, pulling Rayleigh from his reprieve. He had hoped that urging the others to get rest would give him time alone that evening–he’d been taking on night watches by himself more and more frequently, ignoring the calls his own body made for sleep, when he could. His grip on the guardrail loosened and once he was sure he’d composed himself, he turned.

There, beneath the stars, Gaban and Spencer, each with a single bag slung over their shoulder, stared at him from across the empty deck, sorrow written across their faces.

[mangekyuou]

Tried to find the characters you write for but i couldn't. So, do you write for Roger? Or Roger pirates in general. If you do, then i would like to send the same request i saw earlier ✸  headcanons  %  when you pamper them in the bath. - ( all the same) with Roger, Rayleigh you can add whoever you want please.

If you don't write them, please respond and tell me

✸  headcanons  %  when you pamper them in the bath.

✸    characters! . . .  roger, rayleigh, oden & gaban.

✸    cw(s)! . . .  light nsfw. mostly because they’re bathing, nothing really happening. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors dni.

✸    notes! . . .  the roger pirates my beloveds. oh how i would do anything for them <333 i actually don’t write for gaban...but i couldn’t just leave him hanging you know ?? these feels a bit all over the place lmaoo. thank you so much for requesting !!

roger is very open about how he’s feeling. but he doesn’t want you to worry about him, knowing you have your own things to worry about

when you suggest a bath together to relieve some of his stress, he’s already cannonballing into the water, splashing it everywhere

but you love seeing him so excited

he is a simple man. he doesn’t need all the extra stuff. all he wants is you and some hot water that soothes his sore muscles

behind the pirate king's great curved mustache is you, who keeps it looking luxurious. you are his personal barber, you have an entire kit of oils, waxes, and combs. he pays you for your services in smooches

one thing that roger does not know is QUIET. he's gonna be talking the whole time about everything and nothing at the same as you wash the soap suds off of him

roger is very clingy, even more so in the bath. he can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you. he'll forget that tonight is supposed to be about him because he's so enthralled with you

he's a big cuddler. he loves cuddling. usually, he is the big spoon. he's never thought about you being the big spoon

but when you shift behind him, letting him rest his back against your chest, he's wondering why you haven't done this before ?!

he loves being the little spoon !! :>

rayleigh, like roger, is pretty open about how he’s feeling with you. he doesn’t see a reason to hide it. you’ll likely be able to tell anyway

all the stresses of that day seem to melt away when he’s in the tub, with your back pressed against his chest

peace and quiet is not something that happens a lot on the oro jackson. rayleigh is just WAITING for someone to knock on the door and ruin the moment with the news of someone falling into the sea

but that moment doesn’t come because you have already planned for that. tonight was supposed to be about him

rayleigh definitely does need much to be at ease, all he needs is you

BUT...he does appreciate the extra mile you have gone to take care of him

the bubbles, the scented candles, and drinks for the two of you on the side

it becomes less about bathing and more just about enjoying each other's company

he's a HUGE flirt, whether there are people around or not. however, when they aren't around he can say whatever he wants just to see how flustered you become

you can expect a lot of innuendos from him

oden has an unintentional habit of hiding how he's feeling from you. he doesn't mean to do it on purpose, the lie that "i'm okay!" is so much easier to say than the truth

but you can see it in his eyes. he's running out of steam and he doesn't know how to slow down and take a break

you will likely have to grab him by the face and tell him that it's okay to relax sometimes

when you suggested a hot bath for the both of you to relax, he was immediately on board with the idea

oden is another person who doesn't particularly need all the different kinds of soaps, the bubbles, the romantic lighting...but it's definitely a plus in his book !!

even though he will likely keep messing with and ruining the romantic atmosphere

he is very still as you wash his body, only moving when you need him to. if you look up at him, you'll see that bright smile of his that you fell in love with

when he turns around to let you wash his back, to you it may seem small but to him, it means a lot. he knows that he can trust you and that you will always have his back

dealing with the roger pirates ?? gaban is STRESSED STRESSED. we all know who is actually holding the reins when roger and rayleigh are off doing each other

and he's complaining and whining to you about it. how he's being overworked and he just needs a break from them to be with you, his sweet baby who he would do anything for, and falls into your lap dramatically

he definitely peeks above his sunglasses to see if it's working or not. it doesn't. but you think he's cute so you're on board anyway.

gaban would definitely be the one who suggests the bath

now he wants it all. the lighting, the candles, the bath bomb, the salts, and the oils. he even has a body scrub for after. he's got this all planned out already but he'll deny it

"what ?? how did all this stuff get in here ? is this yours ??"

most of the bath is just the two of you relaxing in each other's warm embrace in complete silence...since that doesn't happen too often around here

you always forget just how much hair he has until he takes down his ponytail and lets it fly. he loves when you help him with his hair

you think hair like just exists ?? NAH. he has an extensive haircare routine that can be tiresome. the washing, the detangling, the leave-in condition, the moisturizer, the oil, it's a whole process

but it doesn't feel as long and difficult when you help him out. especially after the bath after his hair had dried a little and you braid his hair, he could fall in love with you over and over again

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Op Men React to the Phrase "Clap👏 them 👏Cheeks👏" Slight N/SFW

Hello loves, this idea has been on the back burner for a while I decided to finish it c: The gaming term 'clap them cheeks' means you are going to beat someone in a game. I know it sounds wrong but it is hilarious. I hope you enjoy!

TW: suggestive language, lots of humor

Stop what they are doing and look at you with a curious expression  (They are rather confused on why all of a sudden you want your cheeks clapped “I’m sorry but did you want me to cheek clap you… like right now?”)

-Marco, Pell, Izou, Juzo, Vista, Rosinante, Jean-Bart, Benn, Iceberg, Katakuri, Denjiro,Rakuyo 

They know it is a gaming term and will challenge you ( Very cocky in those challenging words “I’m afraid I’m going to clap  dem cheeks of yours babe” as he says it has is clapping his hands, grabbing the controller, in the end, he does clap your cheeks in the game.)

-Ace, Haruta, Yamato, Penguin, Shachi, Kaku, Sanji, Heat, Wire, Kidd

Perverted mind  (giving you a cocky grin “Kinky are we today? How about this I clap them cheeks each time you call my name out.” holds you closer)

-Thatch, Shanks, Limejucie, Bellamy, Doflamingo, Yassop, Hongo

Doesn’t understand what you are saying, they are from a different Era ( “back in my days that meant something totally different from what you explained to me.”)

-Garp, Sengoku, Kaidou, Rayleigh, Roger, Whitebeard, Gaban, Jinbe, Zeff, Oden, Momonaga

Makes a perverted bet with you (giving you a sly grin, raising his brow “let's make a little bet if I win I get to clap your cheeks, Deal?”)

-Sabo, Kidd, Vander, Sasaki, Duval, Apoo, Paulie, Aokiji, Kuzan, Caesar the Clown

Ask his cards for advice (Looking at the cards “it appears if we play the game your cheeks will get clapped 98% chance of it happening.”)

-Hawkins

 Lets an annoyed sigh out (“I don’t have time for those foolish phrases you keep saying…If you keep it up you will have more then your cheeks clapped….”)

-Crocodile, King, Akainu, Lucci, Daz, Daifuku,Oven, Perospero, Arlong, Kuro

Challenging you to the games not backing down ( “I will show you whose cheeks are getting clapped.” he would be determined to beat you at the game.)

-Luffy, Yamato, Bartolomeo, Buggy, Usopp, Wyper, Cracker, Franky, X-Drake, Koby

Who reverse the question on you (“how about you clap my cheeks~~”)

Ivankov, Bon clay

Will completely not pay attention to what you said ( “what was that again?”)

-Dragon, Zoro, Mihawk

Overly confident in his game abilities (“you think I will let you clap my cheeks well your wrong haha!)

-Enel, Cavendish

Cannot see what you are playing (“I’m afraid I can’t play your game”)

-Fujitora

Will win the game against you ( “I believe you got your cheeks clapped…. Badly.”)

-Killer, Law, Smoker

Gasp at your comment ( “sadly my dear I have nothing for you to clap , i’m a little…butthurt YOHOHOHO”)

-Brook

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Life is filled with boredom but writing about fictional characters exists <3

And you can cure said boredom and writers block because..

drum roll please

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

!!!MY WRITING REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

here are some rules

(I'll only take one piece requests at the moment)

(also slight NSFW warning below)

WILL DO: Fluff,NSFW/smut,X Reader drabbles,thirsts, gn,male and fem reader

WON'T DO: character X character(unless it's poly) smut with female characters. CNC,noncon,knife play,blood play,scat,vomit,piss,incest,ageplay, anything to do with kids(even fluffy shit)

Characters I will write for: (in no particular order)

(also the ones in bold are ones I rather enjoy writing for)

Luffy,Zoro,Sanji,Usopp,Jinbei,Doflamingo, Mihawk,Crocodile,Boa,Corazon, Law, Kidd, Killer,Ace,Bartolomeo,Cavendish,Caesar Clown,Benn beckman,Shanks,Roger,Marco, Smoker,Kinemon.

Characters I might consider:

(will add more later)

Robin,Sabo,Kaido,Katakuri,King,Fujitora, Sai, Rayleigh,Shakky,Scopper gaban

ONLY platonic: Bepo,Shachi,Penguin, Chopper,Brook,Franky,Nami,Baby 5,tashigi

(I'm too lazy to tag them all😭)

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ONE PIECE FANFIC RECS

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TYPE OF READER

Warlord Reader

B

Benn Beckman

Boa Hancock

Buggy the Star Clown

C

Charlotte Katakuri

D

Donquixote Doflamingo (Joker)

Donquixote Rosinante (Corazan)

Dracule Mihawk

E

Eustass Kid

F

Franky

G

Gaban

Garp

Gol D. Roger

K

Killer

King

M

Monkey D. Luffy

N

Nami

Nefertari Vivi

Nico Robin

P

Portgas D. Ace

R

Roronoa Zoro

S

Sabo

Shanks

Silvers Rayleigh

Sir Crocodile

Smoker

T

Trafalgar D. Water Law

U

Usopp

V

Vinsmoke Sanji

X

X-Drake

Y

Yamato