#sdh

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Cw: slight cucking, lots of teasing, technically polycule, SDH

You couldn’t help it, Levithan was so easy to get worked up, he threw a tantrum when he realized you didn’t lose your virginity with him (despite him KNOWING you’ve needed devil energy…), and after being with Satan AND Mammon, he knows he can’t compare!

But here you were, chatting with him like you were gossiping with Paimon, while Levithan is sat in front of you, naked from the waste down, he was trying to tone out insulting remarks about his size.

“Seriously, what am I supposed to with this? After getting some prime meat from Mammon how am I supposed to use this? At least Satan is big enough to get half way in…” You say laughing a bit. It was so stupid, but Leviathan was fuming.

“Q-quit yapping, Decedent of Solomon! I’m plenty big-“ He squeals as you roughly grab his cock, squeezing it with your fingers wrapped around it, you keep squeezing until your finger touched. It was a stretch but Levithan look mortified.

“Pfft! The tiny human can wrap one hand around your cock!” You force out a laugh, but you know he can’t tell the difference. He doesn’t know your fingers are barely touching…

“No!N-no! I-it’s because I-I’m not fully aroused!” He blurts out. You can almost feel him scrambling to figure out what to say. He clears his throat as if that’s why he was stuttering. “I’m not at full mass, that’s why. It gets bigger…”

You can hear him trail off as if realizing he can’t just lie that it’ll get bigger…when he’s already dripping pre, it’s throbbing in your painful grip. You stifle your laugh.

“I’m sure it does…do you know how big Lucifer is? You looks like you got a clit in comparison!” You chuckle, you flash a toothy grin as he hisses in frustration. His cock tip is an angry red, almost matching his face! “So Levi let me ask…” You flash him toothy grin that makes him know your gonna say something…that will definitely wound his pride.

“How does it feel to know that out of all your friends, you have the smallest dick?”

Levithan’s eyes widen, he looks like you just slapped him, he even audible gasp! You almost worry you went to far but he whimper/shouts out. “T-then it’s a good thing I don’t have any friends!” He says as if that’s a better solution, he’s so worked up he’s shaking, his cock bouncing aggressively in your hand.

You laugh at that, you couldn’t hold it back, you could see shock on his face at your response, he blushes a deep red and whimpers. Finally release his cock, he loudly gasp at the sudden release of pressure, he’s so close….

“I-it doesn’t need to be big! I can show you…” Leviathan complains and quickly helps you remove your pants, using your undergarments as the only protection as he grinds against you. He keeps grinding against you, his ‘tiny’ cock rubbing against you like a personal massager.

You moaned teasingly, it felt great. “Ooh! You know how to rub it against things, that’s great, here, let me show how to use that thing…”

You pushed him down and grind against his cock, grinding down on it, it gave you little pleasure while he was clearly sensitive…

You can’t not keep teasing him! He’s clearly enjoying it with the way he’s leaking pre…

“I wonder if your subordinates are bigger than you…do you have the smallest dick in hell? You’re taker than Satan, shouldn’t your dick be bigger? Or at least less sensitive?” You tease, moving your underwear enough for his dick to tease your entrance. He loudly whines at the sight of your naked skin…

“It’s not sensitive. Humans just…don’t understand…” Leviathan trails off before looking away. “Humans are fickle things…demons enjoy the sentiment more than feeling…”

You can hear his constant pauses in his speech, he’s trying to come up with an excuse without admitting he’s…sensitive. You reach down and tease his cock head, earning a moan. “Shouldn’t humans be more sensitive then? But here we are, a demon trembling while a human grinds on his dick…what are you going to do if I tell you it’s too tiny for me to use?”

Leviathan looks like you just kicked him, he glares at you. He angles his hips, then the next slide back you feel his cock slip into you, granted your ready for it, but once sheathed into you, he seems to realize the situation. He can’t move under you, now you were just sitting in his dick…squeezing it…and he can’t do anything!

Leviathan growls. “Do something already! It’s plenty big enough for a tiny human like you! I-I can easily please any demon, now let me move…” He starts to groan and loudly complains. Out of mercy you lift your hips only enough to let him thrust into you.

As much as Leviathan wants to go fast, the angle isn’t exactly easy for him to thrust into you, he tries to voice something to you but it dies in his throat and he stops thrusting into you. He whimpers, a deep blush across his face.

“What’s wrong? Can’t even last as long as the other Kings?”

Leviathan hisses in complaint and lowers his gaze. “I don’t…know.Its…”

He whimpers and begins squirming under you, you feel him throbbing inside you…

He can take some more teasing.

Her eyes shifted between the planks of wood between them a few times, clearly nervous and slightly uncomfortable. “T-thanks..?"

Before they could press further, or lord forbid bombard her again, a familiar voice rang from the upper level of the rear mast. “Dinner’s ready!” Sanji called, melodically.

Their Captain gasped like he’d just been told the One Piece was being served on a plate. “Oh boy!! You’ve gotta try Sanji’s cooking!!” he shouted over his shoulder as he dashed away. “It’s the best in the world!!”

Usopp followed with a “Don’t wait too long or he’ll hoard all the good stuff!”, while Chopper pranced after them with a dreamy, “I hope he made me some cotton candy!” Though there was a low “Do you not remember the last time you ate the batch he made…?" Echoing after Usopp.

Umbra stayed where she was for a moment as the voices withdrew until silence settled over her again. Only the lapping of the waves against the hull filling the space. She looked down at her hands. They were clean now, but earlier they had been smeared with sweat and salt and guilt—like usual. Like the past couldn’t wash off no matter how hard she tried to scrub it away. It just kept coming back.

But the scent of fresh food drifted through the air—grilled meats, sizzling vegetables, something fragrant and warm—and her stomach grumbled in betrayal.

She closed her eyes. ‘Don’t get used to it,’ she reminded herself. ‘This isn’t permanent.’

But slowly, as if allowing a crack to appear in her armor, Umbra pushed off the railing and followed the voices to the upper deck.

‘Though, I really should let myself feel something nice once in a while, I guess.’

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The dining area was filled with light and laughter. Plates clattered, forks scraped, and Luffy was already on his third helping. Usopp regaled Chopper with an outrageous lie about a giant fish that exploded when you looked at it wrong.

Brook offered to serenade the table with a “bone-rattling” tune.

Nami was half-scolding Luffy as he attempted to steal a bowl from her hands; little does he know that she's quicker, and slid it across the table toward the last open seat. “Here,” Nami said. “Eat something. You look like you haven’t had a real meal in days.”

Umbra hesitated… but thought on her words, deciding to slide herself between Nami and Robin, the only two at the table who ate with some form of manners.

Her coppered eyes looked down at the plate and slowly picked up a utensil, poking the substances with such scrutiny thinking it could be alive.

Despite her feelings, she scooped a helping, brought it to her nose and silently inhaled, testing the waters. It didn't move, and it didn't smell off. The food was warm, spiced and delicate. She hadn’t even realized just how hollow her stomach felt until the first bite hit her tongue. The way her body responded felt criminal—like it was rediscovering what ‘normal’ was supposed to be.

“This is good,” she mumbled.

Sanji’s heart soared. “Of course it is! Everything I make is infused with passion and culinary excellence! And some love sprinkled into it as well~.” He lit a cigarette theatrically. “And if there’s anything else your heart desires—”

“She means it’s edible,” Zoro muttered, slouching across from her with his arms crossed. The swordsman had been quiet the entire time since she got here. His eyes hadn’t left her either. Each time her hand moved, each glance she offered another crew member, he tracked it like a hawk.

Umbra noticed. Of course she noticed. It's hard not to when he's got that murderous glare in his eyes.

“Luffy told us your name is Umbra.” Robin began casually, eating far slower than the rest of the crew. “So, Umbra, what exactly were you doing on that island?”

“Just passing through, like I said I didn't realize how often ships pass by without stopping. I was in more of a need to get away now because of those pirates,” she replied, eyes locked on her bowl. “I like to keep a low profile. Or try to.”

“Low profile?” Nami arched her brow. “Doesn’t seem like it, considering the commotion.”

“It wasn’t my commotion,” Umbra replied coolly.

“Where’re you headed?” Luffy asked, his mouth half-full. “You said the next island, right? Where’s that?”

She shrugged, using her utensil to swirl some rice around. “Doesn’t matter. Anywhere I haven't been to, or where the Marines aren’t.” ‘I need to get to Sabaody..if they must know..’

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of people after you,” Usopp said cautiously.

“Sounds like you’ve done something to earn it,” Zoro added, finally sitting upright.

The table fell quiet at his words. They haven't heard Zoro use that tone of voice toward anyone new before.

Umbra slowed her hands movements, expression becoming unreadable. “I’ve done a lot of things. Some good. Some bad. Depends on who you ask and what exactly happened. Nothing new like the rest of you more than likely have done as well.”

Zoro’s gaze narrowed, and he stood, stepping around the table until he was directly beside her, cutting in between her and Nami. “You know,” he said evenly, voice low but clear, “when you ran into us… I had this nagging feeling. Like I’d seen you before. But I couldn’t place it.”

Luffy blinked, meat hanging loosely between his lips. “Huh?”

Zoro continued, “It wasn’t until I went below deck and checked the old bounty posters we keep for reference… and that’s when it clicked. Way from the beginning days of my Pirate Hunter career.” He tossed something onto the table—a worn, weathered bounty booklet. A page had been hastily tucked into a fold. It slid open, revealing a blurred poster with a faded image but still highlighted notifiable features: dual-toned hair, a striking feather earring, and underneath it all—

' DEVIL FRUIT USER.

WANTED IN CONNECTION TO NUMEROUS MURDERS AND THE NEAR ANNIHILATION OF CRESBARD ISLAND.

CONSIDERED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TO PERSONS & THE PUBLIC. IF SPOTTED, DO NOT CHASE OR ENGAGE WITHOUT ADMIRAL CLEARANCE/PRESENCE! INSTEAD CONTACT NAVY HQ AND GET IN TOUCH WITH ONE OF OUR OFFICIALS AT THIS NUMBER --- —- --- ----.

The number beneath was eye-watering:

500,000,000 BERRI.

The crew collectively gasped.

Nami’s jaw dropped. “Five hundred MILLION?!”

“W-Wait…!” Chopper squeaked.

Sanji’s cigarette fell from his lips. “What…?”

Umbra didn’t move.

Zoro’s voice was grim. “You’re not just ‘Umbra’… are you?”

The woman’s bangs cast shadows over her face. Her eyes dulled like the color had been drained from them.

Zoro pressed further. “You’re known as ‘The Devil’s Shadow’, aren’t you?”

Silence.

Then—“Yeah,” she said quietly. “That’s what they call me.”

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The room was so still and quiet. The kind of silence that a pin dropping wouldn't be heard. Disgustingly so.

Umbra sat unmoving, the utensil she'd been using, now resting on her plate. The old bounty poster lay exposed beside her, that number—500,000,000 Berri—like a burn mark on the table in bolded letters stared right into her soul.

Zoro didn’t back down. “You’ve got a bounty higher than most Warlords. Higher than Luffy’s. You’re infamous.” His voice was low, steady. “You really expect us to believe you just stumbled into our crew?”

Sanji’s eyes narrowed, the casual fire behind them darkening with unease. “Hey, Moss Head,” he warned. “She was being chased—I saw it myself. Doesn’t mean she’s a threat.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Zoro snapped. “You see that number. You think the World Government puts that kind of price on someone for nothing?”

“Sometimes they do,” Robin murmured, her voice cool but pointed. “Especially when someone knows things they shouldn't.” This was a hint to her own bounty, set at a staggering 80 million Berri before she was even 10.

“I don't think any of you truly understands just what's before us-" Zoro nearly chuckled, disbelief growing against his peers as he flared at them harshly. “In the world of Bounty Hunting, this-" His finger roughly tapped the poster. “This was everyone's dream capture. Because it's a kid. No older than 12-16. An easy score with a ridiculously stupid high payout."

He paused, words weighing down the muscles in his throat as he thought way back then. "Anyone who tried to catch her, either was never found, left in a comatose state, or was discovered with their body so disfigured that Luffy looks better when he's full of food.”

Umbra finally looked up. Her copper, no, tiger’s eye colored orbs, gaze shimmered in the candlelight. They looked like molten gold with iridescence dancing upon rings of smoke and amber. Haunted and hollow. “That poster is old. I didn’t come here to hurt anyone,” she said slowly. “I didn’t even know who you were until I saw your ship from the dock. I thought Sanji was on his own. All I wanted was to get off that damn island.”

“But you don't deny the name,” Zoro replied sharply.

Umbra exhaled, a slow and weighted breath. “No point in lying about something that’ll follow me forever.

Nami rose from her seat, hand twitching near her staff.

Chopper stepped subtly behind Luffy.

Usopp’s brow was slick with sweat, but he didn’t move a muscle—his gaze flicked from the poster to Umbra’s hand, and his own weapon, the upgraded slingshot with special made ammo. Just in case.

Brook’s skull tilted. “Yohoho… if I had a heart, I think it would be beating very fast right now.”

“What's your story?” Luffy asked suddenly, voice unusually interested. He wasn’t smiling. He was studying her—like someone watching a storm on the horizon and trying to decide if it was coming toward them or not.

Umbra’s throat tightened. She looked around the room. A pirate crew with bonds that felt like family, no matter how strange or chaotic. She saw the tension curling around them like smoke—how one word, one wrong twitch of her fingers could throw them into fight or flight. It absolutely made her heart ache at the sight. “I don’t have a story,” she murmured. “Just… a list of names and faces I wish I could erase. Places I can’t return to. And a long, long string of bad decisions.”

The room grew even heavier. Weighed down by things unsaid and barely referenced to.

Then—Luffy’s chair scraped against the floor. He stood up. “Well…” he stretched both arms above his head, bones cracking. “You’re not doing anything bad right now. And I don’t sense you’re trying to hurt anyone.”

“Luffy—!” Nami hissed.

“But if you do try something,” he continued, cracking one knuckle with a grin that had more steel in it than usual, “I’ll beat your ass myself.”

Umbra blinked. “…Understood,” she whispered.

Zoro stared at her for a moment longer, then let his hand fall from the hilt of his sword. “I’ve got my eye on you,” he said. “One wrong move…”

“You’ll be the first to know. I know how you work, Pirate Hunter Zoro.” Umbra replied. Her tone was steady. But inside, she could already feel it—the distant, coiling ache. The blood she thought had cooled began to simmer again beneath her skin.

‘Then again..I shouldn't expect to have a nice time, no matter where I go.’

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The crew started to shift back into motion, though the unease lingered like a crack in a house’s foundation. An elephant shoved into a small room. No one let this information slide.

Plates were cleared, seats scraped. The tension hadn’t dissipated—it just buried itself further under the surface, waiting for the next tremor.

Umbra stood from her seat last, allowing everyone else the chance to possibly escape if she attempted anything. And as she did, she felt it.

That familiar prickle.

She turned her head slightly—toward the open galley window that let the night in. Somewhere, out in this ocean.. Someone was talking about her.

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CUTAWAY

A dark office. Somewhere in the New World.

Location? Undisclosed. But high above the sea. High above everything as it towered over the land below.

The sound of a snail-transponder rang once. Twice. Then clicked.

“Yes?” a voice answered—low, cold, clipped, and unmistakably calm, with irritation rung throughout it. Like the person was disturbed.

“The girl has resurfaced,” came the report on the other end from a voice far too low to be possibly considered human.

There was a pause.

Then a single breath of laughter. A rumbling in the chest, dry and sharp. If anyone heard it, they'd piss down on their shoes and left shaking, chilled, and undeniably fearful.

“…So, our little bird still lives,” said the voice, a grin stretching impossibly wide amongst the dark space.

“Good,” it murmured. “Let’s see how far she thinks she can keep flying before coming home..”

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The room was dark, lit only by the dim flicker of moonlight that spilled through the small porthole. The rhythmic creak of the ship, the gentle hum of waves lapping against the Sunny’s hull, soft and almost lulling. But Umbra lay awake, arms folded behind her head, eyes fixed on the wooden ceiling like it could give her answers she’d been asking for years.

The bed was surprisingly soft. Too soft. It made her uneasy. It felt wrong to be in something that resembled comfort, especially after earlier. She ushered herself to just lay down and sleep, hoping for the Straw Hats that her stay will be over quickly.

But it was all too warm. Too quiet. Too peaceful.

Her thoughts drifted like wreckage in a storm—pieces of her past floating up from the depths she had long since tried to drown and bury.

The dream from earlier still lingered. Like ash clinging to the back of her throat.

A child’s voice laughing. A faceless one, the outline hazy but presence warm, despite their own pain. How she had dragged them by the hand through the junkyard piles of broken machinery and wasted ship hulls, her heart lighter than it had ever been, building crooked forts out of broken dreams and battle-scarred metal.

‘Friends forever?’

‘Yeah… forever.’

What a ridiculous thing to possibly say. How long ago was that? How many lives had she lived since then? How many versions of herself died in the years between those hopes? For all she knows, they could very well be empty promises. Speaking to nothing to reply back at. Or dreams the mind made up to give sense to her resolution.

She sat up slowly, and reached for her jacket—the thin one she kept tied around her waist. The familiar weight of the feathers hanging from her earring swayed against her jaw as she stood, brushing her knuckles against them out of habit when under tension.

One black and one white. Their light touch brought a smidge of resolve to her trembling heart, but it didn't last as long as she'd like.

Quietly, she opened the door to her guest quarters and stepped barefoot on the deck.

The air was crisp, filled with salt and silence. Overhead, the stars stretched like a map too vast to follow, constellations threading through the sky like shattered glass. She padded to the rail, elbows resting atop the wood, and let herself breathe.

The ocean shimmered, inky darkness giving way to glowing ripples of pale blue as the ship sailed over bioluminescent waters. It was mesmerizing—like watching the water dance with partners beneath the surface.

"Couldn't sleep?"

She flinched. Turning her head, she saw Sanji walking toward her with a cigarette glowing like a dying ember between his fingers. He looked… different in the dark. Less animated, and possibly more thoughtful. "Not really," she murmured.

“Too quiet?”

She huffed out a dry laugh. “Too safe."

He didn’t push her. Just leaned beside her against the rail and took a long drag. The embers sparkled briefly before fading into the wind. “I know the feeling,” he said after a moment. “Takes a while to get used to sailing around with people who aren’t trying to slit your throat or bring you in.”

Umbra raised a brow. “That common around here?”

Sanji smirked. “More than you’d think. Especially if you have someone like Luffy being your Captain. He's made more enemies just from his personality alone than his actions.”

Another pause.

“I appreciate the meal earlier,” she said finally. “I forgot what real food tastes like.”

A puff of smoke drifted between them. “You’re welcome. Stick around long enough, and I’ll feed you something better.”

She glanced at him sideways. “Is that a proposition or a threat?”

He chuckled, low and warm. “Depends on how charming you think I am.”

To his surprise, Umbra smiled.

Footsteps echoed across the deck again. This time lighter, uneven. And then came a familiar voice—cheerful, scratchy, and unmistakably Luffy. “Yo!”

Umbra straightened slightly as the Straw Hat captain strolled toward them, arms laced behind his head like he had no care in the world. “You’re still up too?” he asked.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said again.

Luffy came to stand beside her on the other side, leaning over the rail like a kid watching goldfish. His eyes sparkled under the starlight. “The sea looks cool tonight,” he said, and there was nothing more to it. Just an observation. Simple. Honest.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then, “Yeah. It does.”

A few seconds passed.

“Hey,” Luffy said suddenly. “You don’t gotta answer this if you don’t wanna, but… that big bounty of yours. Did you actually do all the stuff they said?”

Sanji shot him a sharp glare. “Luffy—”

“It’s okay,” Umbra interrupted, her voice calm. “You’re not the first to ask.” She stared out at the waves, arms folded tight over her ribs. “They weren’t all lies. But they weren’t all true either.” The wind stirred her hair, revealing the faint scar on her jaw. “Sometimes… the world decides what kind of monster you are before you get a say.” She thought back to Zoro. That look he gave her the entire time she was in his friend's presence. She didn't resent him for it, rather she completely understood.

And just like that, Luffy turned and started walking back toward the galley, yawning dramatically. “I’m gonna get more meat. If you get hungry, come join!”

Umbra blinked after him, her mouth parting slightly. “He’s… something,” she murmured.

Sanji smiled. “That’s our captain.”

She watched Luffy vanish around the corner of the stairs, the faint echo of “Meeeaaaattt~” trailing behind him like a ribbon.

And then they stood in silence, looking back at the water. It was a strange calm. Not peace—but not chaos either. Something in between.

“…I’ll think about it,” she said, and stepped away from the railing, leaving Sanji behind to finish off the cigarette in his mouth.

Umbra stepped inside her temporary room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. She stood still for a moment, back against the door, her thoughts a slow, circling current. The hush after dinner still rang in her ears—the weight of their eyes, the skepticism, the fear. Not that she hadn’t earned it. But it stung, nonetheless.

She peeled off her jacket, folded it carefully, and placed it at the foot of the bed. Her fingers brushed along the frayed edges of her satchel, trailing across the worn fabric before she turned and settled onto the mattress.

The air felt… heavier now. Not hostile. Just full. She didn’t need to look up to know it was there. But her gaze slowly lifted anyway, eyes drifting to the corner opposite of the bed—where the shadows twisted unnaturally, just slightly darker than the rest of the room. And then it emerged.

Unfurling like smoke in reverse, coalescing into a towering form with shoulders hunched, and those twin blood-red eyes flickering softly in the dark. It avoided the bands of moonlight cutting through the room, moving in that zigzagging, eerie pattern—as if it knew instinctively where not to step.

Umbra watched on. “There you are,” she murmured at last, voice dry.

The shadow gave no immediate response—but its head tilted just slightly, an acknowledgment to her words.

A smirk tugged weakly at the corner of her lips. “I thought maybe after dinner you'd be too ashamed to show up.”

That earned the faintest reaction. A slow, unsure inch forward from it.

“I didn’t lie to them,” she said after a long pause. “I just didn’t tell them everything.”

The shadow’s red eyes didn’t blink, but somehow—somehow—they looked understanding.

She folded her legs into a pretzel, sat upright on the bed, elbows resting on her thighs. “You’re the only one I don’t have to explain myself to, huh?” she said softly. “You already know. You were there.”

The shadow inched forward just a little more, the connection at its feet to the point of origin shortening without sound, like ink sliding across glass.

Umbra stared at it. “I used to wonder if you were some kind of ghost,” she admitted. “A punishment. A parasite. But now…” Her voice dropped, barely audible. “You’re the closest thing I have left to feeling safe.”

The shadow didn’t move—but something about its presence shifted. A quiet hum in the air, more warmth than chill. Protective? Possibly. It's hard to describe a shadow such as this.

She blinked slowly, then reached toward it—not with a desperate stretch, but a calm, deliberate gesture. Her fingertips hovered in the space between them.

It reached back. One long limb separated from its solid frame and extended, ghosting just above her skin. Close enough to feel the coolness, but not quite touching. Respecting her space, learning so all those years ago.

A strange flicker of emotion bloomed in her chest—too complex to name. Sadness, comfort, guilt. She exhaled as her fingers finally met its. Despite being made out of essentially nothing, the shadow had density and physical capabilities. If it wanted to, that is. Mainly being made up of freezing air and pure weight.

“Stay for a bit,” she whispered. “Just… stay until I fall asleep.”

The shadow nodded once—barely perceptible in the lighting—and then sank slowly to the floor beside the bed, folding its massive frame like a sentry kneeling in vigil, crouching in the safest patch of darkness, ever watchful as those eyes glued to her.

Umbra laid down, facing it. Her own half-lidded, she murmured, “One of these days, I’ll be strong enough to do this without you.”