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Silent Echoes - His Legacy. Serendipity's Tapestry: A Reunion in Scarlet Hues (Chapter 1)

The crimson walls of the Donquixote mansion stood tall , bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Within its opulent halls , the air was thick with the scent of power and intrigue , as the Donquixote family conducted their affairs with calculated precision. They had a group to deal with within the rowdy town they stayed in.

The doors of their shared mansion swung open , revealing a short figure. The person had raggedy hair , a sharp tooth that poked out from the corner of their crooked smile , and eyes that radiated energy. The person laughed and threw their bag to the side. The person , a grown member of the infamous family , had been away for quite some time , tending to personal matters. The news of their return buzzed through the mansion like an electric current , piquing the curiosity of the family members who hadn't seen them in a few long years.

It was in the grand dining hall that had one large window behind the long table. The table was home to chairs that represented what each member was. A king symbol , a club symbol , a heart symbol , a spade symbol , a diamond symbol , and a suit symbol. The bustling chatter of the family members ceased as the door swung open , revealing the returning member.

As the newcomer strode through the ornate corridors , the familiar faces of the family greeted them with a mix of surprise and recognition.

“Look who's back from the shadows.” Sneered Diamante , eyeing {Reader} with a mixture of suspicion and amusement.

{Reader} chuckled , their voice carrying a confident edge , “Never could resist the allure of ‘family drama.’ “ And put full emphasis on family drama.

As soon as the owl - like human stepped into the dining hall and spoke , 2 children ran up to them. “Mx. {Reader} !!” The female child yelled excitedly , holding onto their leg.

The stranger smiled and petted her head. “Why hello , Baby 5. Its been a while , huh ?” They spoke , a large grin still present on their small face. {Name} picked up Baby 5 and cradled her. Suddenly , they felt another tug on their dirty pants. The {h / c} haired person looked down and noticed the male child was now trying to get their attention.

“Oh ! Buffalo !” They acknowledged , putting Baby 5 down to pick him up. Even though he was quite big , {Name} was quite strong. They chuckled and put them down.

He looked up at {Name} with a bright smile on his face and decided to ask about their adventure. “Mx. {Name} ! Why were you gone for so long ?! How big was that mission ?!!!” He complained while holding onto Baby 5’s shoulders.

The short family member laughed loudly and crossed their arms. “Don’t worry ‘bout it , lil man.” They patted his head and walked towards the table. Their smile faltered slightly as they caught the stare of the young master himself , Donquixote Doflamingo. {Name} put a bag on the table in front of him and brushed some hair out of their face.

They sighed and stared at him. “I got the fruit you wanted.” They shared , adjusting the band that their sword sheath was strapped to. The headmaster began laughing and picked up the bag that took years to get.

“Took you a while . {Name}.” He mentioned while staring directly into the mentioned person’s eyes through his shades. A creepy smile was present on his large face. If {Name} didn’t know any better , they would have thought that Doflamingo was concerned.

They laughed it off and decided to change the topic. “You guys better have some extra.”

Meanwhile , a young boy , with wide hate filled eyes , sat in the corner by himself. The boy , unaware of the significance of the moment , looked up from his plate. His wide eyes met {Reader}'s , and for a moment , time seemed to stand still. The person smiled and walked towards him.

“Hey there , kiddo ,” {Reader} greeted , bending down to Law's eye level. “You must be Law. I've heard a lot about you.” Law blinked , processing the new face before him. He didn’t understand why he felt so comfortable around them.

“Who are you ?” He asked distastefully , hiding his plate. The {e / c} eyed family member laughed and sat on the ground. While they spoke , the rest of the family went back to their prior discussions and actions.

They put a hand out and smiled widely. “{Reader}. It’s nice to meet ya , Law.” They spoke , taking his hand in their own. They shook it gently and stood up. “We can talk more once I get some food. I’m starvinnnn’ !” They complained , walking to the kitchen.

Even if the family seemed rude , they did care for their other family members. Even if the newcomer was annoying , they cared. Afterall , they occupied the Suit seat of the family. They were an elite officer of the family as well. They were powerful , not to be taken lightly.

Speaking of them , {Reader} walked back in with a full plate of {things you like} and sat down next to Law. They stuffed their face and waited until they were finished to speak. “So , kid. Why did you come here ?” It was a sincere question , one that hid a deep worry that rooted within {Reader}. They crossed their short arms and stared at the unruly black hair that adorned the boy they spoke to.

“I want to kill people before I die.” This deep response made the owl person stop chewing on whatever food they had in their mouth and stare weirdly at him. “That’s . . quite the reason.” They responded after they finished swallowing the piece of food they almost choked on. “What do you mean ‘before you die’ ?” A look of concern flashed in their wide , child - like eyes. They didn't know what happened to him , but it made them worry. 'No kid should have to think like that' , they thought.

He stared angrily and rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to tell you that.” He scoffed , going back to eating his food. “That’s right. You don’t have to tell me anythin’. Just know I’m here if ya wanna talk.” They smiled and patted his head.

A slight uncomfortable silence enveloped the 2 short individuals. Even if Law didn’t want to admit it , he enjoyed {Reader}’s company. It was a striking contrast to what he has experienced already with the younger blood brother of the young master.

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the-bar-sinister · 4 months ago

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All Teeth and Tongue (3051 words) by thesavagesabretooth Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bepo/Buffalo, Bepo/Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Bepo (One Piece), Buffalo (One Piece)

Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Character Study, Kissing, Human Male on Male Anthro | HMOMA (Furry), Fluff and Angst, Banter, Developing Relationship, Implied Relationships, Background Relationships, Polyamory, POV Bepo, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Rare Pairings Summary: After Law becomes the new Corazon Bepo is in the awkward position of finding his place in the Donquixote family. A little bit of time with Buffalo makes things more comfortable.

(I can't imagine anyone has ever used this ship tag before. Just go with it, okay?)

It had been a heck of a strange week for Bepo, with events and emotions that he was still moving through and processing. The Polar Tang had been destroyed by Blackbeard, and Bepo had only narrowly been able to save Law, himself, and their new crewmate, Komurasaki, who they'd picked up on Wano. But that rescue hadn't been complete; all he'd been able to do was get them away from Blackheard— to keep Law out of the water long enough for them to be picked up by a ship.

The ship of the Donquixote pirates.

That hadn't gone the way Bepo expected. And thank goodness it hadn't. Bepo had expected a frantic last stand— instead, Law and Doflamingo had repaired their relationship. Smoothed over what had been called a 'misunderstanding', and Law had been welcomed into the family, along with his surviving crewmates.

It was strange. Bepo didn't know how to feel about it. He'd never met the Donquixote family when they'd been Law's enemies, and now, admittedly they just seemed… friendly. Rough around the edges, bloodthirsty, like pirates tended to be. But weirdly nice.

He was still figuring out what the new situation meant for him, but he was willing to throw himself into whatever Law wanted him to do. And today, that had been fighting a bunch of marines who had had a ship surrounded.

After the battle was long over and the island's treasures picked clean, Bepo found himself asked to sort through the looted marine weaponry in the hold along with Buffalo, a member of the family that he'd so far only spoken to incidentally.

Somehow despite him being on the larger side, standing at over ten feet tall and draped in a large fur coat that hid his broad shouldered body from view, he didn't exactly project that size. His soft-featured face and large expressive eyes flicked from weapon to weapon as he bounced between piles to pick up different marine weapons with genuine curiosity.

"Hey, I think this might be a named sword!" He cheerfully announced, turning with a sway of his dark and braided pigtails, holding up a large blade before dropping it with a rattling thunk on the pile. "...nope. Never mind. It's just a big one."

"We could give it a name," Bepo joked, looking through the pile of guns. It was strange— and not unpleasant— being around the Donquixotes who ran on the larger side in general. Buffalo seemed to naturally give an impression of boyishness. Bepo, meanwhile, an 8 foot tall bear mink surrounded by small, easily frightened humans, had made a practice of making himself seem smaller on purpose.

He was thinking maybe he could break out of that habit going forward.

"Big Bastard the Sword," Buffalo laughed, his smile blooming wide on his face before he leaned towards Bepo and the pile of guns. "I've always liked guns more, me and Baby 5 used to practice with all sorts of 'em with her power. Wonder why nobody ever names guns like they do swords?"

He put his hands on his hips for a moment, thinking visibly, before he bent down and grabbed a large flintlock rifle in his hand. The nails were painted, a dark green that matched the dress shirt visible under his coat.

Bepo scratched his ears and thought about the question too. The shiny green of Buffalo's nails caught his eye and distracted him for a moment before his mind snapped back.

"Probably because most guns are mass produced?" he guessed. He didn't make any particular effort to get out of the way as Buffalo leaned in toward him and the gun pile.

Buffalo held the gun up and aimed it at the far wall with a laugh. Despite it being a hefty rifle, he held it easily in one hand and aimed down its sight with practiced ease.

"I mean, so are a bunch of swords, right? There's a guy, Kaidou. Doffy used to do some work for him, and he mass produced swords like nobody's business. So why hasn't anyone made masterwork guns like they make masterwork swords?"

Bepo thought about that, too, and the ease and comfort with which Buffalo held the gun influenced his answer. "That's a good question. I mean, I guess most people treat guns like they're interchangeable. Just point and shoot. Like there wouldn't be a difference if you made a masterwork versus some mass produced one."

"I dunno about that," Buffalo lowered the gun to lean on it, his coat fluttering as he caught Bepo's eyes. "I've spent a lot of time with guns, and like—my best friend is a gun, kinda. I mean, she can be any gun she's ever seen or heard about. There's a lot of little differences between one of good make and one that ain't…"

He pointed to the sight on the gun. "Like the calibration and accuracy of the sights. Or the rifling and how it spins the bullet, or range and quality."

"I don't use guns much," he admitted, pausing as he sorted through the bunch of standard issue marine pistols. "But I feel like you're probably right. All that seems like it would make a big difference. Your best friend's a gun– you mean Baby 5, right?"

"It sure would! So they should start giving them names too!" Buffalo finished with a grin, before looking at Bepo with an excited nod of his head. "Yeah! Baby 5. Me, Baby and Law all grew up together, you know?"

"He talked about that a little," he nodded. "But not much. What was it like growing up together?"

Law had never talked much at all during their time as the Heart Pirates about his childhood, and the people he'd lived with before they all met. It had come as quite a surprise to Bepo to learn that he'd had friends.

"It was fun," Buffalo laughed cheerfully, hopping up onto the pile and grabbing a sword to practice swinging with as he glanced over at him. "We all came from pretty bad places, but Doffy took us in and taught us how to survive. Law, Baby 5 and I were all part of the same 'group' of kids around the same age, so we kinda did everything together. Heck, we used to think Baby 5 was gonna marry him! He was probably the only guy in the world Doffy wouldn't have killed for it."

"For real?" Bepo laughed. He wasn't a swordsman, really– he knew a little– but he picked up one of the other swords as well and looked it over. "I mean about marrying Baby 5. I knew about the…. tough backgrounds. Me too."

Bepo wondered for a moment what it would have been like if he'd washed up on Spider Miles a year or so earlier than he'd washed up on that other beach…

"Oh yeah, for real!" Buffalo mimed swinging the sword. It was clear he had a little practice, at least, probably from Diamante from the way the man talked about swordsmanship. "Baby and Law were really close. They'd bicker a lot, but that was just them joking around. All three of us were like that, thick as thieves and always joking around together—sharin' secrets. Kissing. You know how it is. Baby 5 was practically attached at his hip until he ditched us."

He looked up at Bepo with a waning of his smile. "You too, huh? You'll fit right at home here, then."

He scratched the back of his ears, the sword hanging loose in his other claw. "I'm already kind of starting to feel at home, admittedly."

Law's almost immediate comfort had made a huge impact on his own. He hadn't understood quite why Law had been so comfortable, but it was making more and more sense. Especially if he'd been that close with them here— kissing. It flustered him to think about. "But uh, kissing huh?"

Buffalo seemed both delighted by Bepo's increasing 'feeling at home' and by the question.

"I mean, yeah? We were close. At some point Baby 5 had seen people doing it around the gang and decided she wanted to give it a try so she convinced us to all practice together." He grinned sheepishly. "And I mean—it's fun right? Especially with people you like. Law used to really suck at kissing, though. LIke, all teeth."

The first time he'd kissed Law, Bepo had been the one who was all teeth. It had been awkward to start. But now it made more sense how willing Law was to keep trying— and the amount of advice he had to give.

"No wonder he managed to teach me," Bepo chuckled, his ears flicking. He had so rarely seen this side of Law that he was hearing about. There were moments of it, sure, when Law was wild, and passionate, and free— but so often in the time they'd known one another he was aloof, and melancholy and drawn in. He hoped he'd get to see more of this Law. He was deciding that he liked him, and he liked his friends.

Buffalo held out the sword, a short sword of what looked like Wano-make. "I call this one Law's Tooth. In honor of Law's bitey-ass kisses, and his patience in teaching you!"

He nudged Bepo playfully. "You should show us sometime. You know. What he taught you."

Bepo chuckled and bumped him back as he felt the insides of his ears flush with heat. "I should? Not many people I've met are interested in kissing a bear."

Buffalo tilted his head quizzically. For a moment it wasn't even clear if he'd noticed Bepo was a bear, at least until he spoke up.

"I mean, you're a bear man, but you're not a bear. You know what I mean? That'd be like saying kissing Derringer's like kissing the daily catch."

He grinned, tossing the sword in his hand, "I'd kiss a bear mink."

Bepo was so pleased to have his personhood recognized he almost failed to notice that he was being flirted with. Most people didn't bother to see a distinction between him and a bear. They didn't pay any attention to the shape of his limbs, the stance of his posture, the human touches to his facial features. To his hands, and eyes. They just saw a bear. Maybe, if he was lucky, a talking bear.

The warm bloom of recognition pleased him before it was abruptly replaced with a different recognition— that he was absolutely being flirted with.

This was almost entirely a new experience for Bepo, and his mouth tried to catch up with his hindbrain badly, leading to something mushed coming out of his mouth that wasn't quite words. His ears flicked embarrassedly as his jaw snapped shut. "Ghrlla? I mean– yeah? You would?"

Buffalo laughed, his laughter high and tittery like a giggle as he bounced on his heels and nodded.

"Well yeah, of course I would. Honestly, I'm surprised you're the first Mink to join the Donquixotes, Bepo." He winked at him. "Lucky us, you're pretty handsome!"

He made another rather stupid noise, and found himself rubbing his shoulder against Buffalo's. This was direct. This was definitely flirting. This was not just Bepo's early Mink upbringing convincing him that it was more appropriate to be close with people than it really was— he was sure of that. He told himself that.

It was almost too much for him. "W-well, you're pretty handsome yourself," he grumbled.

He watched Buffalo's cheeks darken as glanced over at him with a bump of shoulder to shoulder "Me? Handsome? You're making me blush!" he ducked his head. "Thanks, Bepo. Heh, we Donquixotes are a real striking bunch, you fit right in!"

"Really striking," he agreed. He scratched his ears with his free hand, still rubbed up against Buffalo's side. "You think I fit in, huh?"

Buffalo's fur coat rubbed back against him as Buffalo nodded, raising a painted nail to his chin with a bit of perhaps theatrical 'thinking about it' as he looked Bepo over appraisingly. "Hmmm…"

He shifted from foot to foot as Buffalo appraised him, lifting his chin maybe to give him a better view of himself.

Buffalo nodded once, his braids bouncing on either side of his bright-eyed face as he flashed a broad smile.

"You know, I think you really might. You've got the look of a real Donquixote, Bepo! He playfully nudged his side. "Watch out, I think you're gonna be a rrreeeallly REAL popular guy!"

"Popular? You think so?" He tilted his head. "You mean like, uh, in terms of kissing?"

Buffalo blinked his large doe eyes at him, broadly smiling as he nodded.

"Well, yeah! In terms of kissing for sure. And I kinda also mean in general. You're a pretty friendly guy, you seem real interesting—you're handsome. You're just gonna be…ya know, like….popular."

He laughed embarrassedly, and grumbled. "I haven't been much of a popular guy before. That's probably why I'm a bit awkward."

"No? Not even in your crew? Huh," Buffalo seemed a bit surprised by that. "...I mean, before I joined the family, it was like that a lot for me—not exactly a popular guy."

He put a hand companionably on Bepo's back as he bent down to rustle in the gun pile again. "It's hard to get used to when it isn't what you're used to. I'm not gonna make fun of you for being kinda awkward about it."

"Yeah, not even in my crew," he said with a shrug. "I mean, except Law of course. Thanks for not making fun of me."

Hoping he wasn't as awkward as he felt, he started sorting through the gun pile again as well.

Buffalo looked up at him with an earnest, open expression…it seemed genuine. "thanks for not making fun of me too, Bepo! You're one of us—and even if you weren't, I wouldn't make fun of a guy for being different."

He shook his head. "I wouldn't do that either. Hey um…" he hesitated for a moment, but finally pushed through his nerves. "Did you still… want to kiss a bear mink?"

The Donquixote assassin lowered the pistol he'd found with a broadening of his grin. "....boy would I!"

Bepo didn't let the moment go to waste, moving in until they were chest to chest, and, careful of his teeth and snout, going in for a kiss. He wasn't exactly capable of a simple peck on the lips– that really just ended up being pressing his nose to someone— so like when he kissed Law he went in for an open mouthed lick.

Buffalo had leaned down to meet him, his face warm as he met Bepo's tongue with his own, moving carefully and curiously to navigate the kiss that was still pretty new to him. Still, one of his warm hands rested against Bepo's back, gently pulling him closer. Bepo didn't mind the slight difficult, taking the kiss slow. He had no idea if Buffalo would enjoy it, but he did his best.

It struck him as funny for a moment how different the height difference was between him and Buffalo versus him and Law. He wasn't used to being the short one.

He tried to slip his tongue carefully into Buffalo's mouth.

Buffalo parted his soft lips, meeting his tongue with his own as it slipped into his mouth as the man made a curious murmur. He didn't pull away, or seem repulsed in the least. In fact his arms hooked around Bepo in a hug made warm by his fluffy coat. Bepo let himself be pulled close, putting his arms around him in return as they kissed.

It was strange, kissing someone who wasn't Law. Kissing someone who he'd basically just met.

It was fun. It made him feel wanted. Liked. Accepted.

He licked Buffalo's lips as he let the kiss break, and wondered if he could see how— not unpleasantly— flustered he was.

Buffalo's cheeks had a deep, reddish flush to them as he rubbed his neck with a lopsided and flustered grin.

"Wow, that was somethin'! You're a hell of a kisser you know! Wowsa. I gotta tell Baby 5 , she'll wanna try that."

His ears flicked and he returned an open mouthed grin, his sharp teeth showing. "Really? It wasn't too weird?"

"No way," Buffalo laughed, tittering away again before he put his hands on his hips. "it was fun. And not any weirder than kissing anyone else, you know? Everyone kisses different. Derringer tries to bite off your tongue sometimes."

He paused before he said "that's a joke. Mostly."

Bepo laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll keep it in mind. But… I'm glad. Feel free to get another kiss any time."

He rubbed up against the other man affectionately.

Buffalo nuzzled up against him with a wide and cheery grin. His body under the coat was broad shouldered, long limbed as he leaned close with a flush "Trust me, I'm gonna! I like you already, Bepo. I'm sad we lost Law for so long, but knowin' he was with you makes that feel a little better!"

"I'm… glad I could bring him back." Bepo said, still embarrassed. It was embarrassing, and strange how much he liked these people. The ones that Law had spent so long trying to get away from, and had so easily fallen back in with. "Sorry it took so long."

Buffalo laughed cheerfully.

"Don't worry, we aren't holding it against you guys." he shook his head "Law's always been a stubborn jerk, you know? It took as long as it took for him to come back around on us."

"Yeah," Bepo smiled. It made him feel better to think of it like that. It took as long as it took. "Uh. Speaking of that, we should probably actually sort this stuff, right?"

Buffalo blinked in surprise, and put his hand to his mouth with a gasp. "Shiiioooot. Shoot, fuck. You're right, or Pica'll get PISSED! Let's go, Bepo!"

He laughed and patted him on the back. "We can do it, no problem. C'mon."

As they sorted through the stolen loot, Bepo thought again, maybe he did fit in here.

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