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“A vixen? What’s it doing here?”
“That’s probably a stray one, Shanks.”
“Nothing unusual, this is a forest we are in.”
“Guess you’ve got a point.”
The red-haired male and his friends stroll about a forest they chose to camp out in. It was just the four of them with pure nature and animals common around in a normal forest part of a country. The city they live in was far away from where they are camping.
They come across a vixen that’s not ample here in the forest nor the country or city.
“Wait, it is unusual. Foxes aren’t that common here.” Yasopp contradicts what Benn said.
“Is that so? Then why is it here?” Lucky Roux asks, settling down his camping bag to start up a fire.
Benn and Yasopp set their bags down as well, finding logs as seats, keeping the conversion going.
“Maybe it came from a different place? Or some hunters chased it all the way here.” Yasopp grunts as he lifts up a log to put it near the campfire.
“That can’t be right.” Lucky Roux says, opening his bag to get his food out.
The three converses over the odd vixen, while Shanks is staring it down curiously, listening in on the conversation.
The red-haired male tilts his head to the side while slowly putting down his bag behind him, still staring at the vixen. And then he notices its tail, a very peculiar one.
“Oh, look! What a strange tail!”
The tail seems to have a white foundation of a color, the color of the rainbow blending in result of various colors that can be described as pleasing to the eye.
With the help of the fire surrounding the place, the color of the fur can be seen as white with patches of beige and cream colors. Shanks can also see the size of the vixen, which is bigger than an average one. This piques his interest more.
“I’ve never seen such a creature like this. Are we sure that this is really a fox? And look! Its eyes!”
He kneels down to the animal’s face level, examining the color of the eyes. It was a crimson one.
“That is weird. I didn’t know there could be magical creatures in this world?” Yasopp jokes, coming close to the vixen.
“Who knows, maybe it can transform into a human.” Benn suggests then laughs along with the others.
Later on, after the fascination with the vixen they saw, the four settled down and brought out drinks to make their stay here more fun. Various topics were shared as the night progressed.
When he was sure he was tipsy, Shanks laid down on his side to look at the vixen within proximity, not even bothered to have humans near it. What’s more is it isn’t even phased with them, not baring its teeth, or even bothering them.
For a moment, he closes his eyes. His companions’ snores and drunkenly blabbering can be heard, too intoxicated with the alcohol to keep their lively conversations.
Then the red-haired male opens his eyes again, coming face to face with a person he didn’t even know was here. He jolts up and suppresses his shout, caught off guard by the one of a kind woman. What beauty…
“I’m sorry to startle you. I was told to watch your group, she was cautious if you were hunters or not.” A smile graced upon her lips, an attractive one at that. And the red-haired male was drawn instantly. “Are you alright?"
“Uh.. What..”
To say he was surprised is an understatement. One moment he closes his eyes to sleep—but he delays it just to see the vixen again—and the next he is met with a woman who has a white long hair.
“Oh, right. It seems that I was rude. I should’ve woken you up with my face far from yours. Now that I think about it, that was weird of me. I’m sorry.” The woman bows apologetically and that is when Shanks noticed the woman in front of him is stark naked. And it was like she wasn’t bothered at all.
“You have no clothes on. Here, take my coat.” He recovers from the surprise and quickly grabs his coat beside him, offering it.
“Oh, you’re kind. Thank you. Not that I mind being naked, but then again, maybe this is weird for you. I’m sorry.” The woman takes the coat and wraps it around herself.
“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. I just think it would be more comfortable for you.” The red-haired male sits up, somehow sober from the situation.
“Either is fine, but thanks for the concern,” a smile, "By the way, what was your name again? My mind is kinda blurry so I kind of forgot."
Hm? Forgot? What’s that supposed to mean?
“I’m Shanks, how about you Miss?” He offers a smile, studying the person’s physique—respectfully.
“My name? Well, maybe it’s okay to share with you. I’m (Y/N),” you smile again, extending your hand towards Shanks. He accepts it and shakes it slowly, feeling that your skin was soft and smooth.
“By the way, (Y/N), have you seen a vixen around here?” The red-haired male roams his eyes around the place.
“Vixen? You mean me?” You chuckle. He snaps his attention back to yours, mouth agape and eyes widen a bit.
“You are the vixen? What?”
“Hmm? I thought you would guess quickly. You’re a demon after all.” Now this, this really surprises him. So much that he straightened up his posture, malice rising within him.
“What? How did you.. How’d you know that?”
“It’s very obvious. The one with black hair is a demon too, the blonde is a centaur, and the one with glasses is just a human–”
“We aren’t even showing signs that we are. How did you know that?” His demeanor shifts into a threatening one, though you aren’t phased one bit. You even cross your arms and legs, tilting your head to the side in doubt.
“Yeah but your auras say it all. Don’t go secretive on me now, I’m a shapeshifter. And come on, isn’t this country full of magical creatures? It’s not like it’s a secret.”
“Yes but we don’t make unnecessary actions for us to be caught.”
“Why would you be caught? You’re something, Shanks. Is your group perhaps going into hiding? Have a super secret? Did you murder anyone? Oh! How about–”
“No, we are nothing of the sort. We just want peace while living like supernatural creatures, well, except for him.” He points to Lucky Roux.
“Shanks, you’re from the city right? Then why be cautious? Almost all beings there are mythical or supernatural.”
You don’t have an idea as to why there is a need for them to be subtle with their behavior. It is widely known that there are such creatures living in this world. You and your self-proclaimed family are one of the odd creatures living in this forest. Tasked with protecting it when others from the city or other country come here.
Earlier, upon their arrival, your presumed leader named Boa Hancock sensed the men’s arrival. Having been hating men for so long, almost all the other women in your group refused to look after them. They too share the same hatred but it’s only because of Hancock, no other particular reason.
However, you aren’t bothered at all on who lands their feet on your territory. As long as they have no ill intent, you’re going to be cool and civil with them. That’s why the majority of the group voted for you besides your friend Viola who volunteered. In the end, she didn’t give any qualms about the matter and you proceeded to trudge the forest on the way to the men’s group.
You didn’t plan on having them see you, but then you clumsily fell from a tree branch, having stepped on its part that was brittle. Well, act naturally like a normal animal would, then regret the consequences later if ever something doesn’t go nicely.
Staring at the red-haired male in front of you in your vixen form made you curious about him. His aura emits danger at the same time, carefulness and pleasantness. That’s when you knew he was a demon. Assessing the other three, you immediately knew what they were. The least harmless was the one who keeps on eating meat, yet you can never be sure because somewhere deep within him you can feel an ill intent if something or someone harms him.
Overall, they were nice and talkative. Watching them drink, eat, and talk from a distance made you think if you were like this with the other girls from your group. It was great that they didn’t do anything to you, but they did touch your fur yet you didn’t mind.
Now, in this predicament, you were truly wondering why Shanks acts like creatures like you aren’t common in this world.
“Well… It’s just that, we– I mean I want to…”
“Go on? It couldn’t possibly be bad right?” You tilt your head to the other side. The man in front of you sheepishly scratches the back of his head and lets out a little laugh. He knew his reason was really ridiculous.
“Okay, but don’t laugh. I feel like you’re gonna laugh.” He looks at you with a lopsided, bashful smile. You nod at him. “No, I won’t.”
“The reason is, I don’t want women chasing me or wanting me. Like you know? As their partner or something like that.” He sighs, somewhat regretting that he admitted it to someone he barely knows.
With that confesion, you heave a sigh out of your nose, lips pressed firmly inwards. All your will was focused on not letting out a laugh. You stare at his face anticipating what you’ll say. A breath escapes out of your mouth, and you almost accomplish on not to laugh when his words come right back to your head. “...don’t want women chasing me…”
A burst of laughter makes its way out your mouth, probably scaring off the animals nearby. And it almost makes your stomach ache so you slowly settle down on keeping it a normal chuckle, but when you glance back at Shanks, he is looking away. Then your laughter comes back, this time longer than the first.
“I told you to not laugh… oh well, it is stupid so it’s alright.” He sheepishly laughs.
“What’s all the noise…” Lucky Roux yawns as he props his arm to lift his body up. "Oh there’s a woman… Wait, why is a lady here?” He sobers up quickly and in time with this, Benn and Yasopp wake up. The three stare at you and notice you’re wearing Shanks’ coat. Your laugh dies down, keeping on with a smile while you look back at them.
“She’s (Y/N)– oh shoot, was that okay to share with them too?” You nod at him, “And guess what? She is the vixen that’s been here since we came.”
“So I was right to assume that she could transform.” Benn grabs a bottle of water.
“Yeah, and she knows what we are.” A choke on the water.
“What? So casually?”
“Yes. But I assure you, I mean no harm. I’m just here to see what all you could be doing.”
“Wait, if there’s a woman here.. you’re here; can shapeshift into a vixen… then are we perhaps within Boa’s territory?” Yasopp inquires, sitting with his legs crossed.
“Correct! I didn’t know Hancock could be known around the city.”
“As far as I know, she is known as the most beautiful fairy there is. No doubt about that.” Lucky Roux answers.
“Is that so.. oh well. Then maybe we won’t have problems here! As long as you mean no harm, I think I could go back and let Hancock know that you know her. Though I think she already knows that. Everything in this forest, she knows about it quickly. I just don’t know how– oh shit I said too much. Guess I adapted your talkative energy earlier! Hehe!”
They all gape at your unabashed babbling, amused at you. And a certain redhead is even more interested in you.
“What? Anyway, I got to go gentlemen! Nice talking to you, Shanks!” Quickly you transform back into your vixen form, having a blur of things but then seconds later everything is clear, even your memory, so you step out of Shanks’ coat and walk away. When shapeshifting between a fox or human, momentarily after you shift, you would forget bits of what happened before you shift. And as stated earlier, seconds later you will recover from forgetting and slight haziness.
“Isn’t she something?”
“I think I know where this would go. What do ya think, guys?” Benn asks with a teasing tone directed to the redhead.
“Oh for sure!” Lucky Roux laughs along with Yasopp who nods with conviction.
Since then, Shanks routinely comes to the forest to do research about the various plants living there. Everytime he comes back, it is interesting.
The women surrounding the place quickly recognize the presence at the entrance of the forest. At first, they were cautious about why the red-haired male came back. The second they became less wary but still on guard. The third is a little less wary but slowly coming to terms with him coming back almost everyday.
On the third day he stepped foot in the forest, you were within his proximity so you chose to come near him and ask him why he was there again. Only for you to know that he’s doing research on plants.
He doesn’t know if you notice but his mood lifted up in an instant at seeing you again. He’d been trying to find you without seeming to really find you, so as to not be suspicious. He hoped on the third day he’ll be back here that he’d see you ’cause as they say, third time’s a charm.
Shanks was delighted to see you. He may or may not have smoothly asked you to meet him at a certain spot when he comes back the next time to this forest.
Filled with laughter, the hut you let him stay at was the perfect place for him to spend time with you. He never misses a day to be back here with you laughing about whatever. And he isn’t sure if you notice but he feels something for you.
A vixen with a supernatural creature, a demon at that? An odd pair but he could make it work. He will make it work and happen, at any costs.
It has been months since he started this routine with you. You feel as though he’s just here to pass time, wanting to be away from women who want him . The time that passed by made you realize that there was more to him coming by to chat with you and escape the city.
Currently, you are cooking a meal for two since Shanks will be here at any minute. The nice little hut you made yourself has become lively and filled with memories you didn’t expect to have. It’s heartwarming actually.
“Hello? Is there a vixen around here in this little home?” A voice laced with mischief asked on the other side of the curtain that was covering the kitchen. You smirk at this.
“I don’t know, maybe the vixen is out?” You turn the stove off and in time with you turning around to face the curtain, a hand slides the curtain to the side; revealing a certain redhead.
“Really? Then I guess I have to go and search for it huh?” He moves closer to you, smiling mischievously. You strike a pondering pose, a finger on your chin with your other arm placed behind you.
“I think so?”
The both of you laugh at your silliness. “Are you suggesting that I’m the vixen, Mr. Shanks?” You smirk at him.
“Maybe? Just so you know though, I think you are a vixen. Not the .” He boops your nose.
“Are you trying to flirt with me, demon? It won’t work unless you do something.” You push his shoulder lightly, passing by him to the living room. He follows you with an eyebrow raised.
“Something like what?” He innocently asks, setting himself down beside you after you sit down on the couch. You face him on the couch with crossed legs, back with that pondering pose.
“I’m not quite sure. You could guess, Mister.” You giggle, finding this very ridiculous.
There was not a day with him that wasn’t playful and full of tension.
He hums, "Something, maybe, like this?” He takes your hand and leisurely clasps it with his, a smile full of mischief back on his face. He’s teasing you alright.
"Hmmm, I guess…” you reciprocate and match his pace on grasping his hand fully, looking at him with innocent yet doe eyes, a slight upturn on one side of the lips. This wouldn’t be fun if it wasn’t fair, right? You have your fair share of teasing him.
The room is filled with tension stronger and noticeable as ever. Yet you both made no move more than hold hands, still having the same expressions on your faces.
And at this moment, you can’t even deny your feelings for him; you won’t and you think you couldn’t even hold it in your heart for more than a few minutes. For the months that have passed, it wasn’t unavoidable to not feel something for him. How can you not with his consistency, attitude and manners, and company presented to you without hesitation and bashfulness?
A squeeze to your hand. This gorgeous specimen in front of you must have felt your aura and not so discreet feelings that you’ve been suppressing before. Though on your end, you suddenly have a doubt if he really feels something for you. He completely concealed his aura and feelings so you can’t decipher what’s happening to him internally.
With a slight shift in your expression because of what he is doing, he smirks at you, letting go of your hand. You instantly miss his warm touch on your skin, thinking of grabbing his hand. Fuck not being needy and seeming like you starve for his touch.
Decided to set your modesty aside, you were about to grab his hand when suddenly, a more surprising action caught you off guard.
Shanks pulled you in by the nape of your neck, crashing his lips against yours. It was full of rushness as if you’re going to leave him, as if he’s going back to the city.
By his action, his aura and emotions abruptly appeared, and it was overwhelming. It’s not that yours were not strong, but his was really stronger and fiercer and it almost scares you off. However he tries to suppress it as possible, seemingly easing your growing fear for him. That was the last thing he wanted you to feel for him. Fear.
If this still doesn’t express his feelings for you, then he doesn’t know what else to do. Unless…
He calms his rapidly beating heart in time with him slowing his kiss on your lips. Slowly, you can finally focus on his lips moving with passion, and you return it with gentleness that makes him feral again.
But you clutch at his coat, giving a signal for him to not do things with you in haste. As much as possible you want to savor the feeling of his lips on yours.
His other hand firmly holds your upper arm that’s a part of holding his coat, then pulls you much closer this time—chest to chest.
It was overwhelming to feel Shanks’ lips on yours, and the texture of it was better than you imagined. It makes you crave for more so with your other hand, you place it on the back of his head to hold and pull his hair with pressure; and that makes him sigh.
Testing the waters, your tongue pokes at his lips, asking for entrance. You were sure he’d let you in but he quickly pulled away, breathing in a hurry, his face just a couple of centimeters away from yours.
Your mind didn’t even register that your eyes were closed during the exchange of heated kisses.
“Are you sure? Is this okay with you?” Shanks squeezes your upper arm slightly, to pull you out of your hazy state. Damn his lips worked wonders on you.
A surge of confidence coursed through your whole being, a playful smirk on your lips while you caress the back of his head.
“I don’t know. How about you find out?” His eyes widened a bit.
“I’m being serious–”
“Yes, Shanks. I’m more than okay with this. I want you.”
With that, you lift your body to sit on his lap, going back to kiss him. Only this time, you force your way in his mouth which he didn’t deny but he is stunned by your urgency.
You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, effectively sitting on his crotch. Being very close to his body lessened the crave for his touch, but that doesn’t mean you were satisfied with this.
He was by no means opposed to this, to you doing this to him, being the one to be in control. In fact, he likes it very much and it has him smirking against the sloppy exchange, responding with the same intensity as yours. Maybe– no…
He will let you be in control of this.
It arouses him greatly especially when you experimentally grind your hips on his swelling cock, both of you moaning in the feeling.
What spurred you on to do this? Simple. It was his desire for you. His intense feelings for you.
Just when Shanks was about to pull away from you to trail kisses down to your neck, you full-on grind on top of him, completely making him at your mercy and panting with the feeling.
He throws his head back, parting with you; and with furrowed brows and lower lip bitten, he moans. The feeling of your hot body on him, your clothed pussy has him gulping and grabby on your waist, not to guide you but to have something to grip on.
The sight of Shanks makes you smirk though it falters as you register the feeling of his sex on yours. What ‘savor the feeling’? Screw that, you can think of it and do it later. For now, you want to ease your need for him, wanting more than just this friction.
“Shanks,” you sigh, "Can we do it?” You stop grinding, tightening your hold on his neck and waist.
“Yes.. yes… Now..” About to tear away from him to remove both your clothes, he adds with a gulp and husky tone, "Please… (Y/N)...”
Stopping midway to part with him, you stare at his face that’s not even looking at you. His head is still thrown back, eyes closed and you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, almost every five seconds.
That was the cue you were sure to not ignore. You continue to part with him, now sliding off his coat and dress shirt that you love seeing on him. The second you saw his full upper body, the dress shirt automatically became a second favorite.
His pecs and abs were to die for. The new sight in front of you was as if sculpted perfectly by a professional sculptor, delicately worked on and focused on without missing any part. You trace the valley of his pecs, down to his abs, and eventually stop to feel it. To think that all you saw before was his chest absolutely distracted you at times, and now with his bare upper body in front of you? Oh wow…
“Shit.” Oh, shit indeed. That was all you could mutter at this point.
Hurriedly, you remove your clothes, carelessly tossing them somewhere. At the moment, you won’t even think of your body, or what would he think of it. Actually, all your insecurities flew away just by thinking of Shanks accepting all of you, with or without flaws.
Shanks opens his eyes when he hears a light thud of material come in contact with the floor. It was his time now to ogle at you, and boy is he craving even more for you. Your body was more than he thought of, dreamed of, fantasized of.
When you reach your panties, Shanks makes a move to peel off his trousers and you help him with that. The redhead completely forgot that he didn’t wear any underwear, going commando, the two of you met with his erect cock.
Your eyes widen at the size and girth you were presented to. Mouth gapes at this and you swallow nothing, nervousness creeping up on you.
“Hey, look at me. It’s gonna be okay, you take all the time you need, (Y/N). Just– but– please …” You gaze up at him, a bite to your lip and a teasing question on the tip of your tongue. Then you move to straddle him, a hand on his shoulder and the other entangled on his hair.
“Please what?” Shanks widens his legs apart, grabbing onto your hips and waist, redness forming on his neck, chest, and cheeks.
“Fuck me, (Y/N).”
A quick exhale then you lift yourself to position on top of his dick. Realization hits you that you still have panties on, but you don’t need to say something as Shanks is pulling it down with a scrape of his nails from your hip line, to your ass down to your thighs. This show of his intense ache for you makes you all the more crazy for him.
Quickly ridding the underwear, you go back to the position you were in earlier. About to slide down, Shanks asks you, “Wait, are you okay with not so much foreplay? I could hurt you.”
“Thanks for the concern, my love, but I’ll be okay. You could never hurt me.”
He pulls you in for a torrid kiss, feeling your heat coming in contact with his tip, your wetness coating it. The two of you moan at the contact, and all your senses heighten with the sensation of what’s about to precede.
The sensuality of the kiss you share makes you push your pussy all the way down his cock, a loud moan escaping you. Shanks pulls back to bite you on your shoulder, the feeling too much for him. He can feel your walls clamping down eagerly on his cock and he thinks if he can even finish without passing out.
Who would’ve known that a demon like him could feel like this? Not at all controlling over something their species are expected to be.
He’s not even ashamed to be compliant with you, he enjoys the fact that someone can be on top of him, both sexually and not. That someone is you, now hugging him tightly by the shoulders, starting to lift your hips to ride him. And yes, he’s excited to see you ride him, glad to be the one pleasuring you.
“Shanks..” you whisper moan as you slide up and down his shaft, hoping to have him hit you on that certain spot. Slowly is the way to do this for your first time. It hurted when you went down on him, but you think that maybe if you move after a second, the pain will eventually go away.
The pain was replaced by pleasure as you found a rhythm to ride him, tightly hugging him, your mouth on his ear. Hearing you moan on his ear makes his hands on your ass clench, wanting to ram into you but he can’t. He will stay true to what he wants—to let you be in control.
You bounce on his cock, gradually increasing speed to reach the peak you both seek. One of Shanks’ hands slips between your hot bodies; cupping a tit to knead and swipe his thumb over your nipple. Your embrace on him weakens, upper body pulling away to look at his hand on your tit which makes you bite on your lower lip.
His other hand that’s still clutching on your ass was taken away by yours, guiding it to your face and you take two of his fingers in your mouth to suck.
“Shit, (Y/N), you’re driving me crazy,” he watches as you stop rolling your hips on him and letting his fingers out of your mouth with a pop.
“Shanks, please f me. And don’t hold back.”
“But–”
Seems like what he wanted won’t be fulfilled. You slide his shaft out of your heat, a hiss coming out of his lips, and you whine at the loss of his dick in you. As you were lifting yourself up from his body, Shanks grips onto your hips; quickly stands up and pushes your body down on the couch, his dick making its way back inside your pussy.
“I’m sorry, darling.”
“Shanks, please, just–” A loud moan was heard throughout your abode. The demon immediately folded your body in half, pressing your legs to the sides of your head and thrusting in hard and fast.
Series of moans from both of you were part of the noise that can be heard, possibly from afar, as he thrusts in and out of you—hard and fast. The claps of skin against another, the obscene squelches from the connection of body, and his praises for you has you reaching the peak.
“You’re.. so..” a moan, “tight.. so good..”
“Shanks!” A mewl comes out of you as you feel his hand, that lets go of one of your legs, sneaking its way down to your clit to rub it. He moves his middle and ring fingers languidly, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Such good pussy. Come with me, please. My good girl. My pretty girl.” He crashes his lips with yours as he feels his high nearing its end. The redhead wants to prolong his fucking but he simply can’t, the hold of your walls on him prevents him to.
“Oh!” You moan in his lips as you come on his dick, the clenching of your walls provoking his climax.
“God, oh god. ” Shanks moans as he fills you up, sloppily thrusting in and out and letting your legs unfold and wrap around his waist this time.
He helps you ride out both your highs while peppering kisses on your face. A smile creeping up on his face, a feeling of contentment blooming within.
“(Y/N).”
You close your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. Responding with a weak hum to his call.
“I just made love to you. Can that be enough to make you live with me?”
“Huh?”
Shanks carefully unwraps your limbs on his body and carefully pulls out of you, earning him a whimper from you. He comes off your body to stand beside you on the couch, lifting your body to bring you to your bed. After he sets you down on your bed, he disappears from your sight to get a cloth to clean you up.
He wipes off your sweat and the cum oozing out of your pussy, making you twitch at the sensitiveness of your sex. Then he goes back to the living room to pick up your clothes.
While you roll over to your side, missing his warmth on you. Your eyes observe his shadows on the curtains that served as dividers for every room in the hut you live in. You can see him dumping both your clothes on the couch. A little later he comes back to your bed, a small smile on his lips.
Half-lidded eyes stare up at the demon in front of you, lifting you up from the bed for him to lay down and drape you on top of him.
“I want you to live with me, darling. What do you say?”
“A vixen like me, living with a demon? Are you sure about that?” You smirk at him, remembering what he said earlier.
“Why not? At least a vixen like you is mine. So? What do you say, (Y/N)?” He combs his hand on your hair. You place a hand on his chest, tracing circles on it.
“I.. I don’t know, Shanks. Hancock expects us to stay here until, forever I guess. She wants us to live here, says it’s more peaceful than anywhere.” He hums and you can hear his smirk in that.
“What if I tell you that, that’s taken care of, and your permission is the only one I need now?” A kiss was placed on top of your head, his arms hiking you up to come face to face with him. You lean your weight on top of his, chest pressing on his.
“Really? You talked with Hancock? She let you?” A kiss on your cheek.
“Yes. I’d do anything for you, you know,” a kiss on your other cheek, “It was hard setting up a meeting with her, she was very cautious of me and a bit irritated. Maybe because she knows what I would talk about with her. But in the end, she just rolled her eyes and, here I am. In bed, with you, after a passionate love-ma–”
Embarrassment shows on your face, “No! Don’t continue! I get you, okay, stop. Please,” you bashfully say, other hand coming up to cover your face.
“You’re cute, darling. Why do you get shy, we just made–”
“Nooo, stop, Shanks!” You whine out, burying your face on the crook of his neck.
“My vixen, shy? Come on now. We’ll get to do this everyday, and everytime after it, you’re gonna get shy?” He snickers.
“Wait, everyday? Are you nuts? Do you want me to get wrecked?” You lift your head to glare at him.
“That’s the point?” He jokes.
“Okay then. I guess you just want me for my body. I’m a vixen, after all.” You try to lift your body off him but he beats you by wrapping his arms around you.
“You know that I’m joking, my love. I would never use you just for your body. I thought I made it clear earlier by making you feel it?”
“Yeah, but you know… I’ll get insecure if you make me feel that way..” you pout.
“I’ll never do anything to hurt you, (Y/N). I may be a demon but I mean no harm,” he shrugs his shoulders, “Though I could be a demon in bed with–”
You swat at his chest, “Shanks! You’re awful!” Then you both laugh.
“So? What’s your answer? Will you live with me?” You frown slightly with sadness.
“In the city? I don’t think I can… I don’t find other beings there comfortable, well except for you and your friends.”
“Ah,” he chuckles, "It’s not really you getting out of here. I’ll be the one to leave there and be here with you. I should’ve asked the opposite. Can I live with you?”
Your eyes gleam at what he said. Heart thumping with speed that makes you act on impulse, by kissing him. He returns it affectionately, smiling through the kiss. Seems like he has an answer even if you don’t say it.
Seconds later you pull away, a beaming smile while you nuzzle your nose with his.
“Of course, Shanks. For as long as you like. And maybe I can have my house renovated with you here. If you’re gonna tire me out everyday, might as well do the same to you,” you giggle and peck on his cheek.
“That’s a fair trade, I like it!” You swat at his chest again.
A comfortable silence engulfed the two of you, even breathing with him massaging your scalp. You think back to the months he has been spending time with you. It was worth it having him here everyday.
What happened earlier made you realize that this is the first time you and Shanks were ever close, skin to skin. Having him this close made you feel gratification as you are now on a whole nother level with him. You were joyful that things happened and led to this. So intimate you feel like you won’t ever let go of him, already used to being close with him. Being a vixen isn’t really a bad thing, huh.
Shanks feels the same way as he rubs your shoulders with care. A smile of victory plastered on his face. The efforts in subtly courting you everyday and winning you paid off at last. He was also glad that he didn’t engage in any activities most demons do in this world. If that were the case, then he wouldn’t have met you and fell in love.
There wasn’t a rule about supernatural creatures forbidden to be with their opposites or unalike beings. Although, most rare or odd pairs tend to break off because of their morals or constant arguments about certain topics. The small part of the rare pairs are still going strong with their relationships, sure there are arguments but not as many as the ones who broke up.
Currently, worry was the last thing on your mind. You were confident to think that Shanks won’t leave you at all. Months have passed and that may be a short time for couples to be assured of their faithfulness, yet it won’t deter you. You can feel that Shanks has no intent to do so, and as for you; of course you won’t leave this demon of a man.
If ever the situation turns 180 degrees, you know you could talk it out with him. And if he doesn’t want to, then you’ll give him space. If he really doesn’t want to, to the point he doesn’t even need space before talking, then you’ll leave.
It would be hard to, but you got to, if it means you both will get out of the relationship without any more damage.
“What are you thinking about?” Your lover asks.
“Hmmm. Nothing much.”
“I could sense you thinking. What is it about? Tell me, my love.”
You sigh, “Just about us being an odd pair. You know how it goes with this kind of relationship right?” He nods and slides you to his other side, for you to lay on that side. An arm draped over your shoulders, pressing you against him.
“Yeah. Though I suppose you’re thinking the same as me? That we won’t ever part?” You smile at him.
“Certainly. I know you won’t let us not talk things out.”
“Of course! I do my best to please and win you everyday, I wouldn’t dare do the opposite. You’re too much of a treasure to lose, and you’re only mine, (Y/N).” You stare at each other with smiles, feeling your hearts beat at the same pace.
“I mean to ask you, who even thought of camping out here way back?”
“That? T’was me. I told you, I’m avoiding other ladies who want me.” You playfully roll your eyes.
“Is that so? What about me, what if I didn’t even like a man visiting me everyday? What would you have done then?” You pout in a way that looks like you are thinking. He blinks at you, not expecting the question.
“What would I have done? Most possibly, still pursue you?”
“No, what if I turn you down repeatedly?”
“Still gonna pursue you.”
“Oh, you’re one stubborn demon huh.” You cup his cheek and caress it.
“I think that’s a given.” He snickered.
“Then I would have to thank you for escaping women “chasing” you,” you make quotation marks with your fingers.
“Feels like you’re saying that out of obligation. I’m kind of hurt here.” He feigns a hurt expression matching it with a hand on his chest. You shake your head and close your eyes while laughing, laying on his chest now.
“No, but, like really, Shanks. Thank you for coming into my life,” a satisfied smile on your face, “Who knew that a simple vixen like me could have her life turned upside down at that instant?”
“You’re not simple though. You have unique features, look at your hair!” You huff a laugh out.
“That’s nothing compared to any other being there. But I’m not complaining that you’re here. I’m glad you’re persistent.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have it the other way. I was dead set on making you mine, no matter how long.” He lifted your head and planted a kiss on your forehead.
Since the beginning, living as a supernatural, a shapeshifter; there were perks you were glad to have. It wasn’t at all hard being a shapeshifter too. Living here in this peaceful forest where almost everyone is a woman makes your life more fun and feel just right. No serious problems and nuisance in life.
Now, with Shanks, you know you’re going to have the most fun while living. Life will be mostly smooth going and more interesting. Being alone just won’t be the same if something would happen. The life ahead with you two being together will be wonderful, and as you’re staring at your lover at the moment with bodies tangled with one another.
You know you’re in the safest hands in the world, regardless of him being a demon—that most people would think is evil and just full of greed.