Currently in second One Piece fandom stint, impressive Whouffaldi/Doctor Who backlog; mostly fic, but various other things as well. ************************* PROMPTS ARE OPEN *************************
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph--I last did one of these in 2018... fucking...
Info under the cut, if you’re into that sort of thing.
Hi! My name is Nehs and I write stuffs. I’m a trained screenwriter and hope to one day break into that, but I also know that since it’s a lot of work and luck I might as well enjoy myself along the way. I’ve been writing fan fiction since about 1998 and sharing online since 2004, so when I say I’ve been writing fic for most of my life, I mean it. More recently I’ve been very active in the Doctor Who/Whouffaldi fandom and back in One Piece. These things are more alike than one would think. My life force feeds off of weird, rare, and otherwise less-popular ships as well as alternate universe settings.
Aside from being here I’m also on fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own. In the past nine years I’ve put out about 1.78mil words on AO3. My totals on FFN (which begin in high school (beware weird/lower quality work earlier on) and are skewed due to author’s notes and review replies bc i’ve been on the site for so long) are at ~2.38mil. Not everything from here is on my FFN or AO3 and not everything on FFN is on AO3 and vice versa. I do tend to crosspost a lot of my work, however, so when one site is down, there’s usually a good place to find my stuff otherwise if you were in the middle of something!
(No, seriously, my FFN hits took off during the latest mass-AO3 outage and it was mainly for stuff that was crossposted, so don’t be afraid to come on over!)
Uhh... big things I’m known for...
The Time That We Love Best: slice of life Whouffaldi AU set from WWII-1960; a hundred chapters of a relationship and lots of period-related plot; there are prompt fills to add to the story
The Thick of UNIT: crossover involving Doctor Who and The Thick of It, prominently showcasing the crackship of Kate Stewart/Malcolm Tucker; contains many OCs, canon cameos from both shows, weird shit, and current events; lots of offshoots and even has spawned fic of the fic
The March of Kasterborous and Gallifrey: pseudo-fantasy/nobility Whouffaldi AU that starts with an arranged marriage and morphs into a loving relationship and the building of a dynasty; consists of In Want of An Heir, Stars in A Sky of Blood and Blue, a prompt fill fic, and an AU of the AU that’s a remix of the first fic
Getting the Hang of Things: my attempt at a close-as-possible-to-canon Whouffaldi AU where they raise kids
a bunch of different fantasy-related Whouffaldi AUs, incorporating things such as selkies, werewolves, vampires, a How to Train Your Dragon setting, and more
Father Like Son, Mother Like Daughter, Parent Like Child: a One Piece Bellazón AU where Cora-san and Bell-mère raise their six kids in the East Blue, they’re all better adjusted, and proceed to make it everyone’s problem
little seagull, little seagull, where shall you go?: a One Piece AU where the Heart Pirates find a kid during the timeskip and Law completes the circle and becomes her Cora-san; is pretty much becoming a pick-your-own adventure story as I write varying branches to the plot
Love, Loss, and Finding One’s Self on the High Seas; I wanted to write Sanji/Pudding that gave her agency and made things less creepy; there’s lots of other ships too and it’s just weird af trust me
Other than that I am generally friendly and willing to interact with people. Drop me a line anytime, about fic or fandom or anything else, even if you think it’s negative. My personal blog is escapaldi. I enjoy hearing from readers (I’m one of those people that stalk reblogs for fun tags) and anything is better than nothing. There’s always room for improvement in a writer’s craft, so if you catch something then please let me know. Anon is on and if you prefer to confer in private just say so. Another thing to note is that I tend to reblog fanart for things I’ve written,things I find neat/important, and any other projects I may be in at the moment. If you got a problem with that, then I’m not really sure what to tell you. *shrugs* Oh, and yeah, don’t feed my fics to an AI for any reason whatsoever or I’ll astral-project myself to your computer and no one will enjoy themselves. :D
Earlier in the year was my 300th fic/21st FFN anniversary, and now it's my AO3 anniversary. Lots of things good piling up this year!
3287 words; I will not get these two in this setting out of my head for a while and we all know that; my multichapter LawBin wip is… progressing, and I hope to update it soon, but in the meantime here’s this; also contains some one-sided CoraLaw which appeared out of nowhere, meaning this is a lot of a lot and I do not apologize for that; might get another editing pass later, might not, idk yet
[FFN] - [AO3]
stress. casual. second-hand.; Breaking down barriers on the eve before the Raid on Onigashima, while a ghost from the past won't entirely leave the living alone. [Lawbin]
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The near-full moon filled the sky with light, illuminating most everything in the small, run-down wayhouse along the long-abandoned spur off the highway. Its only two occupants laid together on their bedroll, disheveled and spent, curled around one another under the blanket as they remained entwined in the fading afterglow. War loomed on the horizon, and it was all they could do to meet in such a clandestine manner, away from their crews and the questions that would arise if they chose to liaison closer to their base of operations. It was far from the first time they stole a quiet moment with one another since landing on the foreign shores of Wano, but it was the first chance they had at an entire night to themselves since then.
“This feels so different,” Law admitted, breaking the silence. He could feel fingernails scratching idly at his scalp as he ran a hand back and forth along the legs hooked over his own.
“Different from what?” Robin asked. “Dodging our crewmates?” He shifted his face against her breast, hiding. “Oh, from Dressrosa…?”
“Yeah.” He waited for her to respond and she didn’t. “It was so… it felt so final back then. I went into it fine with it being my last stand. Now we’re potentially facing the same thing here and part of me is… afraid. I don’t like it.”
“The infamous Surgeon of Death? Afraid? Of the thing that makes him so feared?”
Law did not answer, instead disengaging himself from Robin’s grasp and rolling over, reaching for his coat. He sat up as he rummaged through his many pockets, pulling a crushed packet of cigarettes and an ornate lighter from the inner lining.
“Mind if I smoke?” he asked. Robin shifted to lay fully on her back and began to run her fingertips over his back tattoo. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, taking a full drag as he laid back and tossed the lighter towards his clothes. His legs were still hanging over the platform the bed sat on as he rested his head on her thighs. Tilting his head, he exhaled heavily, aiming as much of the smoke towards the weather-beaten, rotten window shade as he could while holding the cigarette out one of the holes, flicking off the ash.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” she said. He took in another breath and held it, this time letting it filter out his nostrils and mouth.
“Not often,” he admitted. “This thing was almost half gone when I entered the Grand Line; there’s two left.”
“When was the last time you had one?”
“The night before we landed on Dressrosa.”
“I see.” She watched as he flicked more ash out the window. “Stress-smoker?”
“Something like that.”
They laid like that for a while, with Law trying to not suck down the cigarette too quickly while Robin made sure to keep touching him. She used her hands—her real hands—to touch his hair and shoulder and arm, tethering him to the room as he tried to let this thoughts blow away in the smoke. His muscles relaxed against hers by the time he got halfway through the cigarette, finally letting himself breathe clean air for a moment by simply holding it after taking care of the ash.
“I want to make it out this time,” he eventually confessed. He turned his head and looked at her, up her naked body, seeing that she was waiting for him to elaborate. “I used to not care if I made it out of something alive… I don’t know what to do with this feeling.”
“It’s an interesting feeling at first, but you get used to it,” she replied.
“You say that like you know from experience.”
“More than you know.” He went to take another hit of the cigarette only for her to snatch it from his fingers and breathed in some of the smoke herself. It smoothly poured from her nostrils as though she was a regular smoker, not the barest hint of a cough. She smirked at him, “Surprised?”
“I thought the only one who smoked on your crew is the cook.”
“Learned how while blending in for a bit, then after that I worked with a man who liked his cigars; it’s nothing new to me.” She handed him back the cigarette and he took the hit he had been intending. “It’s been more than a few years since I actively had any.”
“Then if we get out of this, remind me to check your body for signs of developing cancer,” he said. “Even casual smoking and second-hand inhalation is a risk.”
“If you want to play doctor, we can do that now,” she teased. He blushed at that. “No…?”
“It’s not out of the question, but…” Law stared at the cigarette between his fingers, an odd weight settling on his chest. “How did you… adjust to this… this feeling?”
“I got there differently,” she said, sitting up and shifting atop the bedroll. He sat up to allow her movement, feeling the cool skin of her chest press against his back as she straddled him from behind. Her chin rested on his shoulder while her arms wrapped around his waist. “My friends showed me it was okay to want to live, that my existence was not a crime.” He inhaled on the cigarette, fingers trembling. “I don’t know what the specific fight you had with Doflamingo was, but it was clear that defeating him was closure for something.” She watched as he took the cigarette from his lips and fiddled with it, shakily rolling it between his thumb and fingertips before taking another go.
“I was… an angry kid,” he admitted on an exhale, “and Doflamingo manipulated that. He didn’t care about me, not really, and I only realized it after I was forcibly removed from the situation. It made me see him for what he really was, and being there as he went down closed that chapter for me. Nothing really mattered until then, even if everything led to it.”
“Sounds about right.” She pressed a kiss to his neck and watched the smoke from the cigarette curl up in gray tendrils. “I heard something when I was in Dressrosa about the Corazón returning. I take it that was supposed to be you?”
“In a way.” Sure, he hadn’t been subtle about it, but no one else from her crew had seemed to catch on. They would have said something if they did. “That was who got me out of there, a supposed Marine passing as Corazón; taking Doflamingo down finished his mission, even if it was over ten years too late.”
Silence curled around them before Robin hummed. “Odd bedfellows, Marines and pirates. It made sense, I suppose, that a Warlord would finish what a Marine started.”
“It wasn’t being a Warlord; it was being a D.,” Law said. “Back then, he dropped everything for me when he found out I was a D., even though he knew it could have meant his own death.”
“…by betraying Joker?”
“…by being a Fallen Dragon himself.” The sour taste of the filter burning hit the back of his throat and he scowled, tossing the butt in the fireplace. His final breath of the cigarette came out in a languid sigh, enveloping them both in a haze. “The Second Corazón was Doflamingo’s younger brother who he hadn’t seen in years; Joker murdered him because he took me away. He died for me.”
“Hence…” Robin traced her fingers along the ink covering his pectorals and abdomen; he didn’t answer. “How old were you?”
“Thirteen.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m now the same age he was then.”
Robin made a noise to let him know she was listening and kissed him again, this time on his shoulder. Law did not respond, simply letting himself get lost in her touch. He leaned slightly against her chest in an attempt to get as much skin contact as possible.
“A Marine once saved my life by dying,” she offered, “but I don’t think it had the same effect.”
“Probably not; even in that club I’m sure my situation is far from normal.”
“Normal is overrated,” she chuckled. “It’s a bit dull, don’t you think?”
“Dull, yes, but still; you’ve heard the adage about greener pastures.”
“…and if you could see him again, what would you say?” He didn’t reply, so she gently led him along. “I would ask Saul if he was proud of me for being alive.”
“…yeah…?”
“Yeah; what about you?”
Law considered that, not realizing he was holding his breath until he exhaled, shakily replying, “I love you too.”
They were quiet for a while, listening to the crickets and frogs from outside. Eventually, Law turned around best he could, picking up Robin’s hand and kissing the knuckles as he made eye contact.
“Thank you, and I’m sorry,” he murmured. “We came here to get a moment alone, not for you to pretend to be my therapist.”
“Mmm… how do you plan on making it up to me?” she crooned. The expression on her face and tone of her voice meant she knew exactly what she wanted whether it was an apology or not. She cradled his jaw in her hand as she leaned forward and kissed him gently, teasingly. He chased the sensation as she leaned back and away from his lips—he was going to need to work for more. “What do you plan on doing now?”
“I’d like to make love to you, if you’ll let me,” he claimed, moving out of her hold. Knelt on the bedroll, he looked almost bashful, cowed, shy for even suggesting it. She joined him, allowing his hesitant touch to ghost along her body.
“An interesting choice of words, considering,” she teased.
“Well, itisyour turn to be on your back,” he replied as he kissed up her shoulder and neck, “and I’d rather you not lift a finger as I make you feel good. What else would you call that?”
“A lot of things.” She laid down on the bedroll, the blankets and thin camping mattress beneath her flattening in protest. Keeping her legs open so he could see exactly what he was there to pleasure—the same folds he was just exploring with his hands and tongue and dick not that long ago—she watched as his attention focused on her and her cunt, still wet from earlier. “Maybe you just need a little bit of inspiration.”
Not willing to argue, Law shifted himself over towards Robin and pressed their bodies together as he began to kiss and touch her. He felt her use Devil Fruit-begotten hands to support him, freeing both his own to trail over her thighs and up to her breasts. She threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned into his mouth as he dug his fingers into her ample flesh, picking up precisely where they had left off prior. The soft fat and hard muscles of her body felt wonderful as he massaged up and down, enjoying his bedmate as they exchanged familiar pleasantries. He hardened as she touched him, bringing his length back to what it was earlier in the evening and allowing him to slide into her with a satisfying stretch. They had waited the perfect amount of time, as she had contracted just enough to need to be worked open again, though not enough to where a more immediate entry risked hurting.
Except, something was wrong. The curve of her hips were wrong, her hair, the way her walls clenched around him as he moved in and out. Tears welled in his eyes without him knowing why—something was very, very wrong despite the fact he did not stop. Words fell from his lips without permission in a language he rarely spoke outside the confines of his ship and crew, causing him to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
The only thing that was right was the taste of cigarettes on their tongues and in the air.
Robin was no fool; she knew that something had been switched in his brain and even though they were physically together—and had been so mentally and emotionally all night—his mind was not there now. She stroked his back as his movements began to still, gently lowering him down into her real arms as he crumbled. Unable to shake off thoughts of the past, he cried in her arms as she held him against her chest. It was abundantly clear that Law was a strong man—if anything, because he had to be—but even the strongest have breaking points and a certain amount of people they are willing to shatter against. For Law, Robin was one of the few on such a list. They laid like that for a while before he carefully removed himself from her grasp and sat up, looking like hell.
“Fuck, I did it again,” he grimaced. “If you want to call it, I wouldn’t blame you.”
“I came here ready for a night together and I don’t plan on it being the only night we spend like this. We agreed this arrangement had strings attached, remember? That means more than sex.”
“That doesn’t excuse me.”
“You didn’t ask for this.”
“Neither did you.”
“I think I can handle myself.” She reached up and pressed her palm against his back. “For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.”
He scoffed, “For what?”
“…for being alive.”
Robin could almost watch as Law fortified the walls around him, closing himself off to her and her admission. It made her heart heavy; he could only hide behind basic therapy-speak and his own demons for so long before it would become too much. He was too interesting to let that happen—too good of a time if she was being honest—and she didn’t really care what he thought on the matter. A twist of her wrist and she was able to activate her Devil Fruit, using her extra arms to turn him towards her and meet her gaze.
“Give it to me,” she gently demanded. His eyes widened slightly in confusion—what…? “Give me the pain. I can take it.”
“You have your own—”
“I know what I have; now give it to me.” She brought him closer. “I’m not so fragile that I will break.”
He looked at her lips, then back up to her eyes, his voice barely whispering, “You’re not the one I’m worried about.”
“Lucky you; you’re in good hands,” she hummed, manhandling him with her Devil Fruit ability. She switched their positions and gave him a gentle smile as he stared up at her with wet, terrified eyes. “Now relax… I’ve got you.”
A nod, an exhale, and Law closed his eyes as he let Robin take over. She ground their hips together as she threaded their fingers, gently holding his hands against the bedroll. Extra hands helped not only hold him in place, but let her support both of them as she angled their bodies just right. Tears streamed down his face and he bit his lower lip in an attempt to not break into sobs. He sucked in a shudder—he was hers, he was alive…
…he was free as Cora-san had hoped he’d be.
Gasping, Law broke out of Robin’s hold and sat up straight as he could. He clung to her torso, burying his face in her chest; there was little he wanted to do at that moment than touch and be touched. The skin-to-skin contact felt electric and overwhelming and yet he couldn’t get enough. She cradled his head against her as she not only continued moving against him, but also supporting them so as to not topple over. His fingers dug into her back as he held on for dear life, his well-clipped nails carving dents into her skin.
Cora-san… Cora-san… would he be proud? Would he roll his eyes and flip a middle finger at him? Tell him he did great? Say anything at all? Hit him? Hug him? Tuck him up under an arm and simply walk away? Fade into nothingness because he was above all else a ghost that haunted him through every waking moment… every wayward dream…
Would he still love him after all this time? Everything he’d done? All he’d been through?
Did Law really deserve that love to begin with…?
He went rigid and grunted into a sob; he’d came, despite his nerves and tears, emptying himself into her in more ways than one. Through grit teeth, Law whimpered nonsense against Robin’s skin as he latched on even tighter, feeling more like a small child than he had in thirteen years. Eventually, he peeled himself away from her long enough to look her in the face—his own was streaked with snot and tears.
“Feel better?” she asked.
“I… I don’t know,” he admitted. It then hit him that his snot was all over Robin’s breasts. “Oh, shit, I… uh…!”
“Don’t worry about it.” A spare hand passed her a tissue and before she could wipe it up, he was there, cleaning up his mess. He balled the tissue up and tossed it towards the fireplace, refusing to look at her afterwards. Resting his forehead on her shoulder, he did his best to not meet her gaze. “Are you alright?”
“…no.”
“Are we going to talk about it?”
Silence.
“…no.”
“Eventually?” He didn’t respond and she clenched around him in retaliation, making him hiss at how sensitive he was. “Will we talk about this eventually? When we’re older, mayhaps?”
“…yeah. I promise.” He nuzzled her neck, smelling the combination of sex, sweat, and floral shampoo on her. “After Luffy’s the Pirate King.”
“As long as it’s not when we’re grey and sore and expecting the grandkids over any minute.” She chuckled lightly as his grip on her tightened again. “We said there were strings attached.”
“I know.”
They sat like that for a few minutes in silence, eventually parting due to the burn building up in Robin’s legs. She had her spare hands help them down to the bedroll and they curled up together to unwind from the latest round. They laid with her back flush against his chest, him holding onto her waist as he felt the sticky results of their lovemaking drip down their forms. He leaned in as she covered them with the blanket again, whispering in her ear.
“Are you sure you want to know about the D.? We have a… checkered fate. It’s dangerous, to say the least.”
“Whatever it is, my life’s work has been pointing to it,” she replied. “Don’t worry. It won’t change how I feel.”
“Please, just promise you won’t leave me behind.”
“Never.”
“Robin, I’m serious: I can’t get left behind again. It will ruin me.”
“Then you know what, Law?”
He paused. “What…?”
“It’s a good thing I refuse to do that to someone if I can help it.” She kissed the back of his hand before holding his forearm against her chest, trapping him in a hug. “How about we close our eyes for a little bit, hm? Just relax.”
“I think I’m going to need the other cigarettes to relax.”
“We’ll find an alternative,” she said. “We’ll find a way.”
“We’ll find a way,” he echoed. Law closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the back of Robin’s head, breath slowly evening out until his limbs loosened and he began to snore softly.
There were worse things, Robin knew, and that was fine by her.
This fic is one in a series where I’m taking a daily, month-long prompt event and just stretching it out by posting every two weeks or so instead of daily. Instead of putting making them all chapters in a single story (which is how I usually do (albeit much smaller) prompt events), I’m posting all of them individually so as to not terrorize each featured ship tag for fourteen months. Pairs will trend on the rare side and everything will be collected into an AO3 series as we go, including ones tumblr would not appreciate.
[Series on AO3] - [Series on SqWA]
Sometimes, your friends with benefits situationship pushes things a bit further towards the edge than you're prepared for. [1769 words; Bellazón; E]
I'll join you in celebrating platonic and familial relationships if you keep the "romance inherently makes a story worse" far away from me. I am allergic.
One reply that I get to this post is the problem is not romance, but relationships that are given the shortcut of they're in love in lieu of a well-written dynamic. Which I agree with and concede, and I want to submit the same thing happens with found family dynamics.
I call them "Bring Your Own Feelings" relationships. They're not going to sell the characters feelings for each other to you, they're counting on you projecting.
rlly fascinating phenomenon to me is when a character is extremely popular, and that popularity seems understandable enough because they've got something interesting going on, and then you look at the fandom and realize 99% of their fans don't actually care about engaging with any of the things that make them interesting and instead seem to be fans of an imaginary milquetoast version that exists solely for ship and/or angst content and is so far removed from the canon character they might as well be an unrelated OC at this point
Happy Birthday to Zoro! Here's some filthy fic of him getting on the other end of Reiju's strap game that I'm just linking to on here because I don't even know about tumblr anymore, lol.
A mysterious woman hits Zoro up while he's out with Mihawk and Perona on a supply run. What could possibly go wrong? [4177 words; Zoro/Reiju one-night stand]
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You can also search their name database by letter or meaning or origin, so if you know you want a character who has a name/surname that starts with an A from Ireland, there’s a whole list for you to choose from.
Census sites
Especially useful if you’re looking for a name from a specific place and/or time period. Just search “(country) census (year)” and you’ll find a database of real people who lived in that place at that time. No one can ever call your names unrealistic again.
For coming up with place names:
Fantasy name generator
This site can basically come up with any name for any person, place, or thing you might ever need. There are also specific generators for different fandoms if you’re looking to make an OC in an established world.
For finding that one word on the tip of your tongue:
One Look Thesaurus
This is my go-to. Not only can you find synonyms like a regular thesaurus, but you can also describe words like “unhappy smile” or “quiet laugh” to find the more specific word you’re looking for.
For coming up with ideas:
Word cloud
When I need to inspire a new idea, I write down all the things I’m interested in (hauntings, academia, lesbians, etc.) and put them into a word cloud to shuffle them next to each other. Sometimes seeing a concept in a new context can spark new ideas!
WWF Discord
This is my discord channel (shameless plug) for when you need to brainstorm off other people but don’t have anyone irl to talk to. We’re also happy to read and give feedback on writing, answer writing questions, or just chat!
For visualizing places and characters:
Pinterest
Pinterest can at times be a bit too sterile for my tastes, but if you use the right words, you can find more realistic photos of places. For example, adding “aesthetic” after basically any word will bring up a more broad collection of photos to help you flesh out places.
This is also a great way to find photos of people and fashion to help visualize characters. I’m bad at describing clothes, so I usually collect photos of outfits to help me know what my characters are wearing. Searching up “character inspiration” will collect more interesting photos and drawings of people who might not exactly be of our world.
(However, to make Pinterest not show you AI results, you have to go into your settings and check the “reduce AI” box. Luckily, it does mostly work.)
Death to Stock
Like pinterest but completely AI free (hooray!) Only drawback is that you have to pay a monthly subscription (about $20 CAD).
Cosmos
Very similar to pinterest but slightly more "artsy". I'm not super familiar with this one but I believe all the photos are human and you can save them and create collections with a free account.
Dupe Photos
Royalty-free stock image site with very Pinterest-core photos!
Minecraft
If you haven’t built your entire fictional city in Minecraft instead of writing, why not? It’s fun.
The Sims
This one is dual purpose because you can not only create your characters in Create a Sim, but you can design their houses. If you really want to go for it, you can bulldoze all the lots in your town and build your world from scratch.
For checking grammar:
Grammar Girl
Easy to follow definitions and examples, and if you learn better by listening, every article comes with a podcast to follow along with instead.
Grammar Monster
This one is my favourite for checking grammar rules because there’s tons of examples in graphics that helps for any situation.
Reedsy
Among other things, reedsy can connect you to professional editors within your budget.
For writing advice:
One Stop for Writers
This one was recommended from my discord channel and has all sorts of tutorials and resources for the writing craft.
My Blog Directory
Another shameless plug, but if you need writing advice on something specific, you can search through my directory to see if it’s there. If it isn’t, you can always send me an ask about it!
For an alternative to Google Docs:
Ellipsus
Think google docs but without AI. Yay!
(will update this list with any more suggestions or resources I discover 😊)
Make Her Open the Box (and that's the way you do it)
So the One Piece Rare Pairs server is doing The Laziest Art Fight and I took this one from Dio (@boneparrot), because their mind is just as cursed as mine because, yes I have thought of this for a long time (maybe as long as Dio’s been alive(?)), though no it’s not due to using Alvida as a stand-in.
2507 words; extra-cursed (affectionate) Bugvida that I can't post here because it is too nasty; I honestly don’t know why this doesn’t have more traction because it’s… like… right there; you can’t convince me that anyone in the Buggy Pirates have had a single sex since joining up, let alone ever, with their Barto Club levels of devotion to their captain; I last wrote this ship back in 2007 so this is tapping into some real ancient stuff; takes place somewhere nebulously in the East Blue idk just assume there’s a lot of character development still to be had; also almost s1!OPLA compliant, so if you having an OPLA-only in your life who needs fic, this can be for them too
sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3
“why do you ship them- they’re not even canon” <- rookie loser talk. brother do you know how fun it is to ship something that isn’t canon but has the marginal possibility of happening?? the high of potential and delusion and replaying the 15 minutes of interaction can make you feel like you personally were gifted with the Sight and can fight god himself
I wanted this to be by 6/9 fic and although I struggled I still got it posted on 6/9 for me so hoorayyyyy
7679 words; this was originally gonna be lesbian escapades but then it turned into bisexual escapades so pour one out for Sora she’s having the time of her life; give me any excuse to torture Sanji w/who he’s related to and I’m gonna TAKE IT and that is a promise; might get edited later might not I did kinda fart out a lot of this today and no regrets
A woman and her son wash up on the shore of an island in the middle of nowhere. Things go… differently, and yet the same. [Sora-mère w/a side helping of SoraZeff]
This fic is one in a series where I’m taking a daily, month-long prompt event and just stretching it out by posting every two weeks or so instead of daily. Instead of putting making them all chapters in a single story (which is how I usually do (albeit much smaller) prompt events), I’m posting all of them individually so as to not terrorize each featured ship tag for fourteen months. Pairs will trend on the rare side and everything will be collected into an AO3/SqWA series as we go, including ones tumblr would not appreciate.
[FFN] - [AO3] - [Series on AO3] - [SqWA] - [Series on SqWA]
with a heading towards peace, we will go; While on their honeymoon, Rayleigh and Shakky discuss their future. [1790 words; ShakkyRay, M]
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God Valley was well behind them. Shanks’s routine had been established (thank fuck for whomever had him last being face-blind enough to label the inside of his clothes). Roger begrudgingly married them on the deck of the Oro Jackson. Everything was fitting into place as Rayleigh and Shakky got ready to depart for two restful weeks upon a quiet island in Paradise, even if not everyone else was ready for them to leave.
“Remember,” Gloriosa said, “you can always walk away. We can figure it out on our own.”
“Watch out for bounty hunters; they’re supposed to be clamoring for us now,” Spencer warned.
“All you gotta do is call and we’ll be there,” Sunbell assured.
“Don’t worry about us—we’ll be fine,” Millet Pine added.
“Yeah,” Gyaban grinned, “and make sure you have plenty of sex!”
“Alright, alright,” Rayleigh chuckled, shoving his hand in Gyaban’s face and pushing him away. He glanced past the rest of the crew towards where Roger was holding Shanks on the other side of the ship, attempting to look aloof and occupied. “We’re headed ashore, Captain! See you in a couple weeks?”
“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” Roger said, not even turning to look at them. “See you then.”
The others on the Oro Jackson waved as they walked down the gangplank to the pier. A springtime island in its summer, the breeze was warm and comforting as Rayleigh and Shakky made their way into the port town, with him carrying their suitcase at his side.
“I don’t get it,” Shakky wondered. She held onto Rayleigh’s free arm and he chuckled.
“Don’t get what?”
“No one is… no one is attacking us…? Why is that?”
“Not every place in the Grand Line is armed to the teeth, and even more are not willing to fight at the drop of a hat,” he explained. “This place is pretty relaxed—figured it was a good place to stop off after what you just went through. Must be tough associating the rest of the world with something other than fighting.”
“I don’t know… I was able to associate it with love,” she replied. She then leaned in, lips barely grazing the shell of his ear. “…with lust.”
Rayleigh swallowed hard. How in the hell did he luck out so amazingly? If he were any luckier, the couple that ran the inn they were headed towards wouldn’t catch on to how ready he was to start this honeymoon.
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The sun streaming in through the curtain sheers was warm as it tickled the couple awake. Very naked and tangled between their own selves and the sheets, they woke up blissful and content, trading lazy kisses before they were even fully conscious.
“Mmm… morning…” Rayleigh hummed. Shakky smiled hazily, less awake than him. “How is Mrs. Silvers doing?”
“If it’s anything like the Empress’s favorite, then pretty good,” she replied. She shifted her leg and felt his sleep-hard cock against her thigh. “When is that thing not ready to go?”
“You’d be surprised,” he chuckled. Rayleigh leaned in and began to kiss along her jaw, moving to nibble at her earlobe, whispering, “You’ll always be an Empress to me.”
“No—I’m just a barmaid who doesn’t need to worry about customer service,” she corrected. Fully awake now, she sat up, letting the bedding fall into her lap as she glanced down at her husband. He kept his eyes on hers—perfect. “Will you come to Hachinosu with me as I restart?”
“For a little bit,” he admitted. “Roger still has some stuff he wants to do, and I can’t let him go wandering without me for too long. Considering Shanks is now the ship’s responsibility…”
“True.” She drew her legs up and hugged them as he played with the hair cascading down her back. “I’m sure we’ll need the extra security, at first.”
Rayleigh took in the sight of his wife in the morning light for a moment before an idea popped into his head. “Ever think about moving operations?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… they might expect you to move back to Hachinosu. If you sail with us for a while longer, we can put you down somewhere else.”
“Tempting…” She gently began to trail her fingers up and down his abdomen. He caught her hand and, after sitting up, brought it to his lips to kiss. “Here I thought you’d be trying to convince me to stay with you.”
“No—you enjoyed your place on Hachinosu. I’d be a fool to tell you to not do it again.”
“Oh, you can tell me,” she smirked, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”
“Oh really now?” He couldn’t help but kiss her with a goofy grin on his face. “What about if I forbid it?”
“Kuja are forbid nothing,” she replied. She kissed back briefly before getting out of bed, causing Rayleigh to fruitlessly grab for her. “So, what are we going to do today?”
“I was hoping some sex,” he replied. “You’ve been all over this town the past few days—don’t you want to just stay in for a bit?”
“I’ll have a lot of time for staying in once I set up shop again,” Shakky reasoned. She bent over flirtatiously as she went to pick up her clothes that had been discarded the previous night in their rush to occupy the bed. “Don’t tell me that a seasoned pirate like you is tiring of exploring?”
“Just the type of exploring you’re referring to,” he growled. He got out of bed and pressed himself against her back, letting her feel how excited he was, even if it was pressed up against lace and cotton. “Everything will be there tomorrow.”
“It’s your fault for wanting to come to such an interesting place,” she reminded him. He tried to change her mind by kissing the crook of her neck, moving down the shoulder, and instead found himself with an elbow in his gut and a laughing wife as she hurried into her clothes.
Oh… he was going to get her for that… later…
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They decided on a picnic that day, getting a lunch and hiking up the mountain to a spot well-recommended by the innkeepers. It had a breathtaking view of the town and harbor, with the glittering ocean filling out the horizon. They laid out their blanket and ate, riceballs and sandwiches portioned between them evenly. Eventually, they were both full, and Shakky sat watching the ships in the harbor while Rayleigh laid back to bask in the sun.
“This is almost too peaceful,” he said idly. She chuckled at that, instead taking a sip of her drink.
“Should I send a letter to the nearest Marine base?”
“Please don’t.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” she teased. All he did was smile and close his eyes.
They stayed like that for a while, with him enjoying the warm sunshine and her watching the ships and the small specks of people that were milling about. It was a comfortable silence, one that allowed for Shakky to look inside herself as she came to a decision.
“I think that’s it.”
Rayleigh cracked an eye open and looked at her. “What’s it?”
“I think I know where I want to reopen my bar,” she replied.
“Oh yeah? Where?”
“Sabaody.” That got Rayleigh to sit up, looking at her curiously. “Just like before, it would be neutral ground, which means that not only would I be right under the Navy’s noses, but I could help other people who were kidnapped by the Celestial Dragons.”
“Are you sure about that?” he wondered. “That might be feasible now, but what about in twenty or thirty years? Working a bar that long might cause your skills to dull…”
“You never saw all the fights I had to break up,” she giggled. “Besides, by then I should have my strong, protective husband all to myself… possibly even an adult kid or two to help out around the place.”
“Kids…?” He frowned uncomfortably. “I don’t know, Shakky… I’m already forty, and the ship just got Shanks, and…”
“You don’t think it’s romantic, coming home to your wife and kids after a long voyage?” she teased. “I used to hear tales when I was a little girl about sailors like that, who pined for their families while they were away, coming back home every chance they got.”
“With all due respect, you heard tales from women who weren’t entirely sure what a man was other than an outsider,” he reminded her. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable making you do all that alone—it’s bad enough you and Gloriosa do so much for Shanks while on the Jackson…”
“Women… should do things because they want to, not because they are forced to,” she assured. “We don’t have an equivalent of that kind of romance on Amazon Lily.” A moment and she shrugged. “Women might come home to their wives and daughters, but it’s not the same.”
“I guess so.”
“I enjoy running a bar, and I think it’d be nice to have children and not worry if they can come back with me to Amazon Lily, because we will have a different place to call home.” She leaned up against him and sighed. “Who knows—maybe our only kids will be runaways from Mary Geoise.”
“Sticking it to the Government by just existing… how sexy…” He put his arm around her shoulders and gently squeezed. “That sounds like the woman I married.”
“I think I’ll ask Gloriosa to stay with me for a while too,” she continued. “I can tell she’s just about had it with Roger’s thick-headedness. She’d help. I wouldn’t be alone.”
“She’d say I abandoned you.”
“She’s been warning me you’d do that for years; once Glori gets something in her head, it’s difficult to get out.”
“…hence why she hasn’t completely given up on my captain yet…?”
“…amongst other things, yes.” She looked at his lips for a moment, then let her eyes flick back up to his. “Now, the question is: are you going to just sit there, or are you going to get me with that Conqueror’s Haki of yours now that we’re outside the town?”
“Mmm… so that’s why you wanted to come out here,” Rayleigh purred. He tackled Shakky into the blanket, both in a fit of giggles as he flexed his Haki. She pushed against him with her own Haki, the both of them kissing aggressively as their Wills clashed, guaranteeing them privacy. Rayleigh’s hands began to wander up and down his wife’s body, while Shakky’s fingers tangled in her husband’s hair.
Now they were talking.
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A/N: I am an Amazon Lily Empress Always Has Conqueror’s Haki Truther
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