#buggy finally figured it out

[local-loser-clown]

Crocodile invited Dragon to a drinking game with Buggy and Mihawk. It's not going great for Dragon

Buggy wasn't expecting Dragon to drink

[son1c]

a scene from my fanfic: roller coaster escape!!!!

[peaceshire]

SUPER cheesy and self indulgent here but…what do you think a post mutual confession Crocobuggy would look like?

So, I actually wrote a twitter thread a while ago of headcanons along this lines!! (READ HERE) But I also wanted to draw them together as a proper couple ... so cute ... they're laughing at you (but together!!)!!!

[m0thcl0wn]

bby girl

[buggbuzz]

2277 files!!! we been on the grind

[shrimpybbq]

the cameron's go golfing

synopsis: Rafe teaches Charlie how to play golf, and to everyone's surprise, he is incredibly patient and gentle

On a pleasant spring day, the Cameron family sauntered out onto the Kildare Island golf course, spending the weekend together doing a new activity. New for everyone bar Rafe, that is. Rafe loved golf, and often spent his weekends on the grass doing his best to clear his mind and wipe away the frustrations of dealing with his business partners and their dull chatter. He usually ended up there with Topper and the pair would aimlessly talk shit for a while before ending up at the country club bar with a beer in hand. This weekend was proving to be different, however.

“C’mon buddy, out you go,” Rafe mumbled as he lifted Charlie down from the golf buggy. The small boy was dressed in what was almost a miniature version of his father’s outfit - a pair of khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt, with a pair of white shoes to match. Rafe had rolled his eyes at the sight at first, but later begged his wife to take a picture of the pair matching. The father and son headed towards their starting marker, eagerly watched by the other members of their family. High school gf!reader sat comfortably in the buggy as a sleeping Emmy rested firmly against her chest. She had played golf more than once with Rafe, but today she felt more than happy to watch rather than join in. Even though she had no intent to join the game Rafe had still insisted she wear the golfing outfit he had bought her months ago, demanding that she show him the short white dress. Seeing his pretty wife in such a flattering outfit had certainly put him in a good mood, and if they had not already booked a cart they would’ve arrived later to the course than expected.

Rafe stood with Charlie, placing the tiny club into his hand. He was only 3 but Rafe had purchased the clubs a year ago and was finally glad to have his son practice and experience them. “Ok little man, so you have to stand like this, facing the side. Plant your feet apart like this,” he instructed, making sure Charlie mimicked his actions, “and hold your club up the top.” Watching the boy struggle to figure out his positioning spurred Rafe into action, crouching down by his son’s side and gently repositioning his body into the perfect stance. “There you go buddy, does that feel ok?”.

Charlie nodded eagerly towards his father, his full cheeks pulling into a wide grin. Rafe returned the smile and gestured for him to watch again, “Daddy’s gonna show you how to do it, and then you have a go.” With that, he lined up his shot and with a moment of silence, sent the golf ball flying across the course towards the hole. The loud cheers and squeals that Charlie let out caught the attention of nearby players, one of them being none other than Topper Thornton. As he watched the way Rafe returned to his former crouched position beside his mini-me, he couldn’t help but be surprised. Rafe was a tough guy, or at least that was the act he put on, and even though he had embraced being a father the past two years, he wasn’t known for being an overly soft or affectionate guy. So to see him coddle and nurture his son was almost jarring to his friend, not ever having known Rafe to be patient or gentle with anyone.

Topper watched as the little boy swung and to everyone’s delight the ball travelled a substantial amount. The squeals of joy were again heard but this time, even Rafe let out a cheer. Topper’s attention moved to the figures in the golf buggy, seeing high school gf!reader and Emmy seated comfortably. He almost envied the small family his friend now had, wondering what it would be like to have someone so steadfast by his side. Another cheer broke his thought process, this time seeing Rafe put the ball into the hole, all while Charlie clung to his father’s pant leg. Another two attempts from Charlie had the ball landing in the hole, prompting his mother to clap and shout loudly, “Go Charlie! Great job!”.

All watched as Rafe picked him up swiftly, letting him settle firmly into his arms. As Rafe looked down at his carbon-copy, he couldn’t help but feel so proud of his boy. It had happened before, like when he first walked and talked, but every time his son achieved a milestone his heart just felt so full and like it could explode at any moment. At first it had scared him (and sometimes it still did) but now it reminded him of how far he had come, and how every decision he had made to get to this spot was worth it to be with his family.

“You did great, little man. You’re gonna be a great golfer like daddy, just you wait,” Rafe praised.

Their attention was dragged back towards the golf cart as high school gf!reader called them back, the engine already on in preparation of moving to the next hole. “C’mon, let’s go see your sister again.”

Still watching, Topper could only marvel at the sight of ‘family man’ Rafe Cameron. His friend had really transformed for the better and even if he would give him a hard time for it next time they saw each other, he was secretly glad. Rafe had found his people and that made all the difference in who he was.

This has been sitting in my requests for ages but I finally found the motivation to write it! Imagining Rafe being like this makes my heart swell.

[eclipseslayer]

A HARD DECISION

• OUTLAW!TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT

• SUMMARY: Toji Fushiguro steps into a saloon after making a kill, and when he sees you, he knows he has to persuade you so he can bunk with you, which, luckily, isn't too hard.

• CW: Penatrative sex, mentions of fingering, pulling out (😔).

• WC: 2kish.

Toji comes to a standstill; his boots clank against the dry, desert dirt with a thud. Heavy boots shift into the dirt beneath him as Toji spreads his legs, coming into a unwavering position as his hands slowly find their way to hover trepidatiously over his guns that sit in their holsters that are strapped to each thigh.

His hands curl into fists, and then they unfurl slowly, while green eyes stare down his opponent that stands about twenty feet from him. Anxiety rages through his hands as he recites the mantra in his head,

Kill 'em like you always do, Toji.

then, suddenly, his hands are still once confidence fills his body. His eyes dart to the left and to the right, and sees that practically the whole town is lined up—leaning against their buggies and the railing of the storefronts, watching this showdown between him and his opponent.

He grins. Looks like I gotta show to put on.

He lets out a slow breath after collecting his thoughts, while his eyes return back to his opponent standing far from him, feeling tension rise in the air as tumbleweeds pass between them.

Suddenly, the tension breaks when Toji's eyes narrow to his opponent's hand, which quickly slips into his holster to retrieve his gun, but, Toji doesn't even give his opponent a chance to grasp the handle before acting, demonstrating his quick reflexes as Toji quickly slings his guns onto his fingers; whips them out of their holsters, and grips the handles firmly. His thumbs flick the safety off like blowing out a candle, and he lights it again when his index fingers quickly press the trigger.

Bam, bam, bam!

Three shots fire, and each of them hit his opponent, making him jolt with each shot until he collapses onto the ground.

Toji sighs, feeling the anxiety from earlier quickly fade, and a grin appears on his face while he watches the smoke rise from his guns.

He pulls his bandana cowl down; blows out the gunsmoke, and gives it a quick whiff, enjoying the satisfying moment from the kill, and then places his guns back into their holsters before pulling the cowl back up.

He sighs and moves his head around once he feels relaxed enough and sees that the crowd has dissipated, mumbling to themselves as they go back to their daily routines, meanwhile, Toji rubs the back of his head, figuring he could go for a drink.

He makes his way to the saloon, boots clinking as he makes his way. He pushes the swinging doors open with a big boot and steps into the saloon with a thud.

Luckily, everyone stays busy in the crowded saloon, not bothering to look at Toji as they play card games, or are flirting with the saloon girls, or are drunk off their asses.

He dips his head, and pulls the brim over his eyes as he makes his way through the loud, bustling saloon, shoving and pushing past people. He steps over a few drunkards passed out onto the floor before he finally reaches the bar, where he sighs once he sits upon a bar stool.

His eyes flick over to the bartender, which, surprisingly was a woman, who was dressed quite scantily as she wore a her skirt quite short as it met her knees, and a pretty, colorful corset covered the top half of her body. He raised an eyebrow, and a smirk pried at his lips from underneath the cowl.

You seem to spot Toji as you quickly whip your head around. You look at him for awhile—probably judging his appearance—and then make your way over.

You give Toji a cheery smile and brace the countertop with your forearms.

"Well, aren't you that fella that was outside just now, gunnin' down that other fella?" You grin and clasp your hands together.

Amused, Toji chuckles. "Yes ma'am," Toji replies, simply.

"Well, that was quite the shootin' I saw out there. I was amazed, honestly," you grin and begin to draw shapes on the countertop. "We don't see much of that 'round these parts. Why'd ya shoot that fella anyway?"

Toji sighs, a groan begs to slip from his lips but he withholds it, just to keep the lady pleased. "Got told to kill 'em. Simple as that."

Your eyes widen suddenly and you gasp. Your hands grip the edge of the counter as you suddenly bounce excitedly.

"Oh my Lord! Are you... what do ya call 'em? One of them uh... you know..." You lean in, "...assassins?" You whisper before leaning back. You reach behind yourself and grabs a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass, and start pouring while you keep your gaze on Toji.

Toji watches her as you pour the drink. He nods. "...Maybe. What are ya gonna do if I am?" He replies with a slight edge to his tone, eyeing you once you finish pouring the whiskey. You slide the glass over to him and shrug simply.

"Dunno. Just find it fascinatin' I suppose." You brace the counter again.

Toji pulls the glass toward him, and pulls down his cowl and then takes a sip. He furrows his brow as the amber liquid drowns his tastebuds—tasting nothing but a harsh, smoky flavor—and then travels smoothly down his throat. He sighs after he swallows.

"Is that right?" Toji mutters before taking another sip.

He furrows his brow again once he hears you gasp.

"Oooh! Ya got a scar on your lip..." You say, ignoring Toji's previous question as you point at it. You lean forward, your elbows resting on the countertop and lean your chin onto your palms. "I like it."

Toji's eyes widen at your comment, as it was the last thing he expected from you, although, you are a saloon girl, so he supposes he should've been able to guess it.

He swirls his drink around in his glass. "Really? Ya like it, doll?"

Your eyes widen at the sudden nickname and you nod slowly. "Yeah. Mmhmm. Looks dangerous..." you lean in a bit closer. "I like danger."

Toji finds this conversation all too amusing as a grin crawls onto his lips. He takes another swig of his drink.

"Yeah? Do you now? You know uh..." He leans in, closer to you, and he whispers into your ear. "I'm not even supposed'ta be here, doll."

You pull back a bit, your eyes twinkling. "Really? How come?"

His eyes shift up to the poster that's nailed to the wall behind her and he nods his head at it. "Take a gander."

You freeze for a second, and then slowly you turn around. Your eyes widen even more and you feel your heart suddenly pound in your chest when you feel so quickly gobsmacked.

A poster hangs up for the wanted fugitive of Toji Fushiguro, with a prize worth a million American dollars.

You swallow thickly, and then your body turns itself back around as you make eye-contact with the man in the poster.

"I could turn you in and be rich," you mutter, your words rolling off your tongue in a moment of realization as you stare at the man in front of you.

"You could," Toji takes the final sip of his drink before slamming the glass down onto the countertop, right next to your hand. He leans in, the rich smell of whiskey on his breath as it graces your ear, "or, ya could gimme a place'ta stay, sweetheart."

—

It was a hard decision, really.

So hard, in fact, that you whine as you sink down onto Toji's hard cock.

"That's it... yep... jus' like that, sweetheart," Toji murmurs as his large, calloused hands find your hips and grips them tightly, and begins to guide you up and down on his cock.

Your head is spinning. Out of the many times you've brought a man up to the room above the saloon, you've never felt a man treat you this good.

So far, you've been fingered. Twice.

Now, he sits your fucked-out brain onto his big, thick cock that nearly splits you in half, and has your legs wanting to clamp at his sides, but, Toji notices this and moves his hands to your thighs to keep them spread.

"Nuh-uh, none of that, now, doll, keep 'em spread," he commands, and he punctuates it with a harsh slap to your ass, making you whine.

"Toji!" You squeak, and your eyes roll back.

"That's my name, girlie," a wry grin appears on his lips and he pulls his hand back again before smacking your ass another time. He grunts as he feels you pulse around his cock.

"Keep, sayin' it. Like it when ya scream my name when you're stuffed with my cock."

Slap!

"Toji!" You moan, loudly again and Toji lifts up his hips, and begins to thrust harshly into you as you stay on top of him.

"There we go," he coos in your ear. "Just like that."

"Toooojiiiii!" You moan with every thrust, as each movement makes his cock hit the back of your g-spot.

It moves in and out, and it fills you up so deliciously, leaving no room for questions simply because you feel him so squished and snug within your walls, as if he's scraping inside you, digging for something. Maybe, digging for gold as he hits that spot that sends shocks through your body.

"Got a pretty mouth on ya, sweetheart. Keep moanin' my name like that."

"Tojiiii!" This time it was more whiney than the last as your breath falls short. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to hit that spot, over, and over, and over, and over again.

It's like a rollercoaster, except, you're going all the way up every single time Toji thrusts in and out of you, and now, you feel as if you're teetering over the edge.

"Toji I'm—"

He interrupts you with another slap to your ass which leaves him grunting as he feels you squeeze and throb around him. Fuck. You're squeezing his cock so tightly that it makes his balls ache with a need to release.

"I know, sweetheart. Just... haaa... fuck, fuck, I'm close, too," he groans, unable to keep it in any longer because of how good your squeezing him.

"Toji!"

It was your last, final warning as you feel the rollercoaster fly down it's tracks, making you squeeze and convulse around Toji as you finally cum. White liquid gushes out of you and runs onto Toji's cock, making him groan loudly.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming too—" he curses and, with a grunt, he grips the globes of your asscheeks and lifts you off of him, and spills onto his stomach as he finally cums.

You're both a panting, wet mess as you come off of your orgasms, just laying against each other. There's a good moment of silence before you speak up again, murmuring,

"After another round, I'm getting rich today."

[short-honey-badger]

Miss Twilight 4

You arrive at Buggy Town and catch up with Crocodile

*things get even more steamy! The next chapter will be the final one to this mini story!*

Part 1 -> HERE Part 2 -> HERE Part 3 -> HERE Finale -> HERE

Crocodile stands on the docks outside of Buggy Town. There is movement all around him, the men under the Cross Guild working to get the latest navy ship repainted and refitted for their own purposes. They would have even more work in the coming hours. You’d rang Crocodile again and told him that you were around two hours out from the island and that you expected him to be there waiting for you. He’d snickered at your order but had easily agreed.

Now he stood at the edge, watching as a navy vessel drifted closer and closer to the docks. If he squinted, he could see several figures at the bow of the ship, and he couldn’t help but shift his weight in anticipation. You were almost here, and then he could sweep you away.

Finally, the ship slides up to the docks and weighs anchor, the ramp coming down to bang against the wood. He waits impatiently for you to disembark, and his lips curl up in a welcoming smirk when he sees you waltz down the plank like you owned the place. Miss Goldenweek and several other pirates follow you down, but he doesn’t pay them any mind. His focus is on you and you alone.

Your face hurts even as you grin up at your boss, coming to a stop in front of the devil fruit user. Buggy is already welcoming in the other pirates, his crew directing them on where to go. Mihawk is nowhere to be seen, though Crocodile knows that the other man is probably waiting in his office already. He frowns as he takes you in, hook coming up to rest under your chin and tilt your face this way and that.

“Who did this to you?” He demands quietly. Never had Crocodile seen you so injured before, and it makes rage swell up in his chest at the sight of your bruised and swollen face.

“A pair of marines. It was necessary to my plan, though. It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore,” you say with a shrug, and then give him a mean little grin, “I tossed them overboard after we took over the ship.”

“Mhm, I would have liked to see that,” Crocodile murmurs, and you shrug a shoulder, the smile on your face turning teasing.

“I’m sure you would have, Wani,” you say, and he drops his hook and instead offers his arm to your delight.

“Come along, Miss Twilight. I’ll show you the beginnings of our Utopia.”

After Crocodile leads you through the tent city, he cuts off to the building that housed his office and personal rooms, showing you your own room that was just down the hall from his. He leaves you, and you gladly take the time to take a much needed nap and then freshen up after. As much as you’d wanted to stay with him, it’d been a long couple of days of travel, and you were exhausted by the time he stopped at your room. You feel far better now that you’ve had time to take a shower and change into something a bit more your style. You can’t help but grin madly when you open the closet and see a selection of expensive fabrics in all different colors. You knew that Crocodile had chosen each one of them specifically for you, and it made your heart thump in affection for your boss.

Now dressed in something better than the rags and oversized clothes you’d stolen from the navy, you felt more like yourself. You tame your hair into something decent and slap on a little makeup that you find inside the drawers of your vanity before you leave your room, stomach rumbling in hunger.

You find his office with ease and knock on the door, entering when you hear his deep voice bid you inside. You’re surprised to see Dracule Mihawk in the office, standing to the side of Crocodile’s desk with an unopened bottle of wine tucked under his arm. You step further inside the office and take a seat when your boss bids you to.

“So you’re Miss Twilight,” Mihawk drawls, and you meet his golden eyes, trying not to squirm under the examining gaze that he is looking at you with. The swordsman must not find anything wrong, for he smirks and walks closer to hand you the bottle of wine, “Welcome to the Guild.”

You take the bottle and look at it, curious despite yourself, and find that it’s one of those expensive wines that you would see stocked behind the counter at the bar in Rain Dinner’s. You give him a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

The former warlord hums and steps past you, “You’re welcome. I’ll leave the two of you to enjoy it.”

You watch him walk out the door and then share a look with Crocodile, a smirk on your face as you tilt your head to the side, “I see that you’ve made a friend.”

The big man scoffs and rolls his eyes, “We have mutual interests,”

“I’m sure that’s all it is,” you tease, and then soften when your boss just puffs on his cigar, the look on his face vaguely unimpressed. You shift a little awkwardly. It’s been a little over a year since the last time you’d seen him, and that was before he’d been cuffed and carted away to Impel Down. He hadn’t changed, not much anyway, but it was enough to leave you doubting yourself.

Crocodile eyes you from across his desk. He doesn’t like that you look so nervous, but he understands why. He stands from his chair and you track him, eyes never leaving his face as he rounds the desk and stops beside you, the back of his golden hook coming up to rest under your chin like earlier. He meets your eyes, searching your face before he kneels down at your side. Your eyes go wide, and you lick your lips, stomach flipping in nerves.

“You don’t have to look so frightened, my dear,” Crocodile rumbles, and his flesh hand rises to cup the side of your face, holding you in a way that you hadn’t thought him capable of. You give him a small smile, turning your face more into his hold.

“I know, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you. I feel like I don’t know how to act,” you admit quietly, and the devil fruit user huffs at you. His thumb drags along your jaw and then up to gently tug at your lips. You can’t help but wince a bit. They are still healing from the hit you’d taken to the face.

Crocodile’s brow furrows, and that same rage from earlier feels thick in his chest, “You should have given them to me. I would have made them suffer for this.”

He had planned on sweeping you off your feet and taking you straight to his rooms where he would spend the next several days worshiping you like you deserved. Learning your body piece by piece as he took you apart, but with you injured, Crocodile didn’t want to harm you further.

“I know you would have, Wani,” you murmur, and feeling bold, you turn and press your lips against the palm of his hand, lingering there and watching his purple eyes soften at your affection, “But watching them be eaten by the seakings was just as enjoyable.”

Crocodile hums, lips tugging into a smirk. His long fingers curl under your jaw. He adores your ruthless behavior, and it makes arousal curl hot in his stomach. He is desperate for you but holds himself back for now. He would give you time to heal. Slowly, he pulls away, fingertips trailing along your flesh as he stands and picks up the bottle of wine that Mihawk left behind.

“Come with me. I’ve had the cooks make your favorite,” He says, and you stand to follow him out of his office and to the private dining room on the floor below this one. You can’t help but feel all gooey and soft inside, cheek flushing darker at the thought of Crocodile knowing what you like.

That feeling intensifies when your boss pulls out your chair for you and pops the bottle of wine, pouring the both of you a generous glass before he sits in the spot across from you. Food is already laid out on the table, and you have a hard time not immediately digging in. You politely wait for Crocodile to begin before you take up your fork and start eating.

Before you know it, conversation is flowing like the two of you had never been apart for over a year. Crocodile regales you with his tale of escaping Impel Down and the fight with the navy afterward. You congratulate him on the creation of the Cross Guild, for you knew that Buggy the Clown wouldn’t be innovative enough to pull something like this even if he is the face of the organization. He asks about your capture, and you roll your eyes at yourself.

“After I heard about the Cross Guild, I knew that then would be a good time to show back up. That I could be useful to you, but I slipped up. I snuck on board dressed as a marine, and the Vice-Admiral didn’t recognize me. I didn’t know that he’d never had any transfers inside of his unit, so I stuck out. He dropped me off at the ship I brought to you for transport to Impel Down a few weeks ago, but that obviously didn’t happen.”

Crocodile huffs and shares a smirk with you, “Obviously not.”

He then frowns and sets down his fork to reach across the table, taking your free hand in his and meeting your eyes, “You could have come back before this. I would have gladly taken you at my side, my dear.”

You squeeze his hand softly, a shy smile tugging at your lips, and you flick your eyes away in embarrassment, “I didn’t want to be a burden, Crocodile.”

Crocodile rolls his eyes at you, “You have proven yourself to me for years, darling. You don’t have to do so any longer, if you wish.”

He didn’t care if you wanted to retire from working for him. Crocodile simply wanted you by his side, so if that meant losing your capabilities in the field, then so be it. It sounded corny and disgustingly domestic, but all he wanted now was to wake up to you next to him. To be able to touch and kiss you whenever he wished, to have you at his side when all of his plans finally came to fruition.

“I want you to do what you want, but I want you to be at my side when you do.”

Your heart thunders in your chest. You’d always known that there was a tension between the two of you, a mutual attraction that you’d always been too afraid to act on, fearing that Crocodile would send you away. But now? Now you want to act on it.

You stand before you can lose any courage, keeping his hand in your own as you walk around the table. Crocodile follows you, scooting his chair back away from the table when you are by his side. Without missing a beat, you reach out with your free hand, your fingers sliding along his throat and then up to smooth against his strong jaw. Your thumb drags up his cheek, and then you are leaning down to seal your lips against his.

At first, it’s a simple press of lips, the two of you mapping one another out with careful tugs and gentle pulls of your lips, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn heated. Crocodile has waited years to finally have you, and he would be damned if he didn’t get to taste you properly.

Crocodile tugs you by the hand, sending you forward and into his chest, one of your knees landing in the chair, but it still isn’t close enough for him. He manhandles you into his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist as he drags you flush against his chest. You groan into the kiss, mouth dropping open when his tongue prods forward, hissing when it rubs against the still healing cuts.

You want more, and whine softly in the back of your throat when Crocodile breaks the kiss, leaning back so that he can gaze upon your flushed face and heavy lidded eyes. He smirks and leans back in to peck your lips, making you chase after him.

“As much as I would like to continue,” he rumbles and shifts under you, his cock already hard and aching in his pants just from a simple kiss, “I would much prefer to have you in full health. I do not want to hurt you, my dear.”

You snort and drop your head into the crook of his shoulder, scooting forward so that your knees touched the back of the chair, a pout on your lips, “You could never hurt me, Wani, but okay.”

Crocodile holds you close, dropping to press his lips to the top of your head. They would have plenty of time to explore one another in the coming days. The two of you would just have to wait.

[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Final Part

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

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Author Note at End!-

Buggy

Dee woke up first, feeling the scratching of wood on his face. Sitting up quickly he saw they were in a cell- more accurately the brig of a ship. Sitting up quickly he felt his head throbbing in discomfort, he saw Bee also knocked out and shook him hard.

"Get up-" He hissed, smacking Bee across the cheek which snapped him away.

"What the h-" Dee slammed his hand against his brothers lips quickly. Bee noticing were they were and rubbing the side of his head. Dee carefully removing his hand-

"We have to be quiet..."

"Do you remeber what happened?" Bee questioned, Dee shaking his head. It was all too fuzzy for him to remeber.

"Doesnt matter.. we just gotta get out of here" Bee nodded at this and both kids stood up, Dee deciding to climb to the top of the cell greatful he had been in the crowsnest for a while and learned how to climb the mast.

"Hey this ship is old enough, I think if we push in this plank will pop up and we can try and shimmy our way up"

Bee followed his twins lead and climbed up next to him- Both beginning to push on the plank and pry it from its position. Dee greatful they were both skinny kids slipped his way through the open planking the dim space before pulling Bee up behind him. Once in they looked around.

They stared in awe- realizing this is must have been were they were stashing the treasure- it was small just big enough for the twins to stand with an inch of head space above them.

Bee grabbed some gold coins and shoved them into his pocket with a greedy smile. However Dee eyes went to a series of 3 boxes nearly stuck in a corner, kneeling down as he grabbed one and cracked it open seeing some odd looking fruit.

"Did you find food?" Bee said appearing like the Imp he was and peering down at it- it was boxes of fruit. Both boys groaned at the sight, You forced them to eat fruit most the time since they didn't really have a taste for healthy. Bee picked up the first one he saw and held it with one hand and frowned-

"That's it? Just some old fruit? They don't even have chocolate?" He grumbled figuring better tasting stuff was more valuable.

"Just shut up and eat it- We don't know if we will get food again" Dee argued back, Grabbing one from the box as well. Insync the two took a bite of their respective fruits and shivered in disgust as they tasted it. Bee barely able to swallow the first bite and quickly chucked it at a wall-

"What the hell was that!?" He yelled, Dee chewing his own in disgust before his eyes widened as he covered his brothers mouth. But it was far too late. Heavy footsteps quickly marched above them and both boys hit as the secret hatch above them opened- they saw a large pale man frowning as he looked at his secret treasures, he had a big purple fur coat, a wide brim hat that matched, way too small of eyes that made him look squashed like a pug. As he looked around clearly keeping an eye on his treasure Dee unfortunately was not keeping an eye on Bee who had grabbed a gold Dagger from the collection of goods and stabbed the captians hand. The large man yelled and jumped back-

Just like with all things- It seemed improve was Bee's go to!

Like two little rabbits both boys rushed out of the hiding hole and rushed out the Captian's Quarters while the blinged out Captian yelled and yanked the knife from his hand.

Dee and Bee ran through the halls of the ship, This wasn't like their dad's so it was difficult to navigate. However as if luck was on their side they rushed to the Main Deck- there they saw the ship and crew-

It was like they got flash banged by glitter- All the crew mates were wearing sequence in some way while the ship looked like someone had dunked it in cheap glitter and rhinestones.

"Did we get kidnapped by literally the lamest pirates?-" Bee questioned as the crew looked at the twins in shock.

"The hostages are escaping!!!" A crewmate yelled as all hell broke loose, The boys scrambled and darted in different directions. Dodging and lacing through the grown men at best they could- the boys were quite literally running laps around these idiots and having them knock into each other-

"Enough!!" What was assumed was the first mate held a gun up and fired directly at Dee clearly not caring about keeping a hostage for ransom anymore.

Dee stood in shock as the bullet came right at him- Before silence. Bee stood there in shock as Dee slowly looked down, There sat the bullet perfectly stuck to his chest. Carefully he pulled it off him and dropped it to the ground. Shocked just as much as the Crew members.

"THEY MUST HAVE EATEN A DEVIL FRUIT! THROW THEM OVERBOARD!!"

The Crew yelled before the grown men all charged at the boys- Dee picking up an oar and ready to defend himself. Till the oar didn't come off his hands- he started to wave it around wildly to get it off, Hitting the men in the process of doing so.

"Sorry!!" He yelled as he tried to kick off the oar from his hands but it smacked a guy in his teeth and landed perfectly back in his grasp sticking once again. His feet sticking to the ground as he bent backwards as a guy jumped at him and jumped into the sea around them.

"I-Im sorry!-" Dee cried as he spun around and the oar stuck to him swung and smacked another pirate inbetween the legs.

The oar finally unsticking from his hands and falling to the floor with a unflattering thud.

He looked to hear cackling as he watched Bee have the damn time of his life- He bounced like a spring everywhere, going incredibly fast as he punched different crewmates with the force of the abilities.

It seemed everytime Bee swung a wave of force would come out of him sending men flying at kicks and punches. He laughed loudly at this and looked on at the destruction he was causing.

Once all the crew mates were knocked out the hard steps and laughter from the Lower Deck caught their attention. The massive Captian clapping in praise as he walked up to the Main Deck.

"The Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam Fruit- Fitting you two would stumble upon it! One makes you Just sticky enough that nothing on the outside can harm you just stick, while the Bam Bam fruit lets you double your natural abilties every time you hit it twice"

The Captian bellowed as he stared down at the two boys- Pulling off his coat with a laugh revealing the many gold chains on his body and heavy rings on his fingers.

"Behold a true devil fruit! The Bling Bling Fruit!" He yelled as he clapped his hands and his whole body turned into glittering gold before punching the ground hard shattering thay part of the deck, The boys jumped out of the way of the impact.

"Too bad it won't keep you from being crusted to death!!" He yelled as he began to jump and use himself as a human Canonball- The boys barely dodging the attacks, the few times Bee tried to make a hit the mental just hurt his hands and made him jump away.

The Blinged out Captian continue to terrorize the boys, as well as landing blows on them that they barely were able to escape.

The Captian laughed loudly as the two boys were just trying a means to escape at this point, The older man hitting Dee who flung overboard barely able to stick to the side of the ship to keep from hitting the water.

"DANNY!" Bee called out as he rushed to pull his brother up. As he did so he saw the Captian power up and jump ready to crush to two under his weight.

"BLING BLING CRUSSH- OOF!-" He cried out as a Special Muggy Ball suddently smacked into his back exploding and propelled him into the ocean past the two kids. Both boys frozen as they saw The Big Top ship came into View, Buggy at the front as massive hooks came to the side of the blinged out ship and pulled it close.

"DAD!!!" Both boys cried out, Buggy and You rushing from the Big Top to the smaller pirate ship quickly and towards the twins. Buggy using his Chop Chop abilities to grab both twins from so close to the rails and pull them close.

"Oh thank Heavens you're alright!!" You cried out as you kissed their faces, tears rushing down your cheeks as you held them both close.

"How did you find us?" Bee fried out, As you smoothed your hand over his and Dee's face.

"You don't make your ship shiny cause you turn into a sailing Lighthouse thay anyone can track-" Buggy pointed out as he gestured to the glittery ship.

"Are you two hurt? Oh my goodness is that a busted lip!?" You cried as you looked at Dee's face.

"We are okay, we did most of the damage anyway! And the bullets didn't hurt me!"

"Yeah We were beating them all up too! And fought the whole crew with our awesome abilties!!" Bee yelled excitedly.

Buggy froze at this like a record scratch, staring at his sons with the most deadpan stare he could possibly muster as his eye twitched.

"Boys- Please elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?-" He asked as he put one of each hand on his shoulder and kneeled down to their eyelevel.

Bee grinned widely at this as he giggled excitedly, before snacking Dee and his hand sticking to his brothers face. Dee glared at this and yanked him off him aggressively before kicking his brother in the shin- making Bee cry out and hop on one leg, of course after that second jump he shot through the air.

Buggy giving his signature scream in shock before his hands flew out and grabbed Bee quickly before he flew into the ocean.

"YOU TWO ATE DEVIL FRUITS?!" He screamed out as he brought back bee carefully and proceeded to grill them on finding out how and why-

"Yeah the Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam fruit!!" Boy boys said in unison.

They ate a devil fruit- both ate a devil fruit... you turned away and felt your body stagger a bit as the words that Buggy was screaming in panic about to the twins was mumbled on you-

Both of them... Cursed to never swim... while you're out on sea... and both of them are pre-teen boys that don't listen...

You didn't remeber your face smashing into the main deck due to you fainting- However you sure as hell felt it when next thing you know Buggy is fanning your face and holding you in his lap in panic. Your boys standing around you as well and a few crewmates with a wet rag for you and a first aid kit.

"Buggy... please tell me your genes did not win and have not one...but both our twins eat a devil fruit"

You whimper out, Buggy wincing at your words a little and nodding that unfortunately it was true-

"Oh dear Gods..." You sigh- almost ready to faint again.

"Mommy I promise we won't cause any trouble" You heard Bee said, his voice softer then normal as he was clearly worried. Dee nodding in agreement as he too looked worried that you were mad at them.

"I know my loves- I... it's just very dangerous"

You say softly, Sitting up with the help of Biggy who rubs your back in comfort. Dee and Bee stand there nervous for a moment, before Dee whispers to his brother who grins and reach into his baggy pants pockets.

"Here Mommy! I have just the thing to show we will be okay- TAHA!" He yelled out as he pulled out two large handfuls of treasure.

Both you and Buggy's jaw drops at the sight. "Where did you get that!?" You yell and Dee smiles at this.

"On that ship we escaped" He said proudly, Buggy started in saying to bring it to the treasure room but the boys refused. Saying it was theirs and they would hide it in the best spot! Running from the both of you laughing as they plotted their treasure spot.

"I suppose a Pirates life is for them" You said with a tired chuckle, staring at the two as they ran away to the lower deck. Buggy helped you stand fully this time, not bothering to chase the kids for their nice lump of treasure.

"They will be amazing pirates for sure- and great men"

Feeling a arm around your waist, glancing up with a raised brow to see Buggy wide grin.

"You know, I haven't gotten that much time with the boys especially in those important younger years. I did miss so much and wish I got to experience those baby years as a Dad"

You slowly raised your brow as your eyes narrowed at the man who continued to grin with mischief in his eyes.

"What if we-"

You sent him a glare that made him smile nervously.

"Hell Fucking No-"

Shanks

It had been about 6 months since Shanks had returned into Vivians life. It had been slow going but getting there. The two had days were it was just them together and you could see that spark in Vivian's eye slowly coming back as her and Shanks hung out more-

Today was one of those days, Both having returned from a day out boating and having a picnic.

"Hey Mommy! We're home!" Vivian yelled put holding the empty picnic basket in her arms as Shanks smiled at you.

"Hey you two, How was today's boating adventure?" You ask, Smirking at the proud smile on Shanks face as Vivian began to mindlessly chatter about how much fun she had with Shanks. The man was clearly doing everything in his power to make it up to Vivian.

"I'm glad you two had fun"

As you speak this a wash off a odd feeling it you- You lean against the countertop, feeling lighthearted and dizzy. Assuming you had first thought you may have over worked yourself or not had enough water.

"(Y/N)?.." You hear Shanks call out to you as you felt odd. Closing your eyes as you staggered and fell being barely caught by a panic Shanks who called your name but the words warping before you feel unconscious.

When the doctor had arrived he had done every test imaginable and came out with grim results. An illness that couldn't be cursed and only be drawn out- he did everything he could in terms of medication however you all knew it was grim. Vivian took the news worse then anyone, insisting that you could improve if she did more. You and Shanks both having to slow her down and keep her from having a breakdown at that.

It had been a month since your diagnosis and you knew you were rapidly falling apart. Your legs being the first thing that went- you lips starting to get a sickly shade of blue and pain coursing through your form at all times. Vivian having decided to try and become a sort of care taker for you despite Shanks being there who helped you daily, she was desperate in wanting you to get better and it broke your heart to see-

"It's okay Mommy, you'll get better. Just takes time"

Laying in bed you watch Vivican fuss with your blankets talking about keeping you warm so you could get better. However you knew you wouldn't... your time was approaching and there wasn't anything to be done.

"Vi.. could you do me a favor and run to the market to get my favorite icecream?" You ask softly, watching her nod and run downstairs to do as you asked. Leaving you and Shanks alone, there was a few moments of silence before you sighed.

"Shanks... when I'm gone please take Vivian with you... she can't be alone" Shanks opened his mouth, most likely yo protest you dying but you held a hand up calmly.

"I know what will be happening to me... and in truth, I don't want to suffer either.. which is the second thing I need to ask of you-"

You saw his eyes water at this, bowing his head at the words. You knew you were asking too much of him- But he was the only one you trusted now and needed his help.

"What do you want done?..." He asked softly, his voice barely over a whisper.

"First... I want to have a nice dinner with all of you- And I want to tuck Vivian in... after she goes to bed.. me and you share one final drink together"

You say calmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of pain pills the doctor had given you. Holding the bottle out to him, his resolve cracking at this as tears rolled down his cheeks. Clutching the bottle hard and nodding.

"Okay... I can do that... And after?" He spoke between tears and trying to control his emotions. Tears running down your own cheeks at this point.

"Cremation.. and my ashes spread in the sea... the most beautiful place you can think of"

Shanks nodded at this tears running down his cheeks as he slipped the bottle into his jacket pocket for later.

When Vivian got back she was met with a surprising display, both her parents in the kitchen cooking. You seated on one of the chairs slowly and carefully cutting up ingredients while her father was stood adding it to different pots and mixing it with a spoon.

"Ah Vi, Thank you for the ice cream love. Wanna help us make dinner?"

Vivian smiled widely at this and nodded. It turned into a wonderful time together, the family making a wonderful curry dinner that was filled with laughter and nice stories- You and Shanks talking about your guys dating in the past, Vivian felt like she was in cloud nine. You were smiling and cheerful while Shanks was attentive and kind.

Once having your fill and eating the ice cream together Vivian watched you and Shanks together. After the family time Shanks carried you upstairs to Vivian's room were you read to her, kissing her forehead and tucking her in to the best of your abilities.

That evening once Vivian was put to bed Shanks laid you back in your own, careful in his task as he tucked you in with his hand and added several pillows to make you comforble.

Once laid out he grabbed two bottles of Rum. With shaking hands he added the crushed up pain pills in one and mixed it calmly before handing it to you.

Tears rolling down both of your guys cheeks as you both sat there together. Shanks leaned over and gently kisses your lips, sniffling as tears rushed down his cheek.

"I want to say I love you (Y/N)... and you have blessed me with not only your presence but our beautiful daughter.."

You smile at his kind words, returning the kiss and caressing his cheek.

"I love you too Shanks, you are a wonderful man who made me a Mother to a beautiful daughter.. I know you'll take wonderful care of her"

Holding your bottle up you both cheers and take the first sip of many, At this you two drink that night and for the final time.

When day rose, you were gone. Vivian had been woken up by the sound of the doctor talking, rushing out to see him and Shanks talking calmly his face red from crying. She rushed to him and peered into your room were a white sheet covered your form. Her eyes widening and her body running cold at the sight- She didn't even hear the words from Shanks as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

She stepped forward and he followed silently behind as she took a seat on the bed and touched the outline of your hand. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked on at your covered form, her hand hesitating in wanting to lift the shroud but stopped herself. Instead looking at Shanks who was silently crying while standing there.

"W-Was she in pain?" She asked, Shanks shook his head no at this. Vi nodded softly at this, before standing up from her seat and stepping towards Shanks and pressed her face against him- slowly her sobs began to fill the room as she wrapped her arms around his leg and cried. Shanks placing a hand on her head as he let her, she needed to cry.

The next few days had been a blur, Vivian had said her final goodbyes to you, crying by your side before the doctor took your body to he cremated. Shanks took control, he had organized the memorial, picked up the ashes to bring with him on his journey to sea and been with Vivian every step of the way. Vivian keeping the rights to the house and bakery when she wished to return, as well as packing up her room to be set onto his ship.

It was so much going on and all too quickly, yet it seemed like he was watching it in slow motion. Watching how Vivian looked out at sea or held the apron you always wore, it was hard for her yet she seemed to understand and accept it as well.

"Vivian.. are you ready?" Shanks called out, Stepping into her empty room as he crew took the last few boxes to his ship. She was standing there looking out the window holding your apron. Snapping from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, folding the apron and putting it in her suitcase before following Shanks silently.

Once to the ship Vivian hesitated for a while, standing there as she watched the ship bustle to set sail as quickly as possible. She turned to look at the island, holding her suitcase still as the wind picked up through her red hair.

Vivian stood there, tears running down her cheeks as she looked out at what had once been her home with you.. her life that she knew with you was gone.

Feeling a hand on her back she looked up to see Shanks, looking as glum as her as he looked down at her. No words would be a comfort to her, they both knew that... but ironically they would only have each other from now on and the memories of you to keep them floating.

Mihawk

It was like clash of the titans in your home- Ever since you and Mihawk's tumble on the couch.

Mihawk and Alucare seemed to be constantly and silently fighting with each other. While they claimed it was training you were pretty sure Alucare taking a razor to the back of Mihawk's head was not apart of training or the need for Mihawk to quite literally toss his son to the other side of the island as punishment.

However it seemed in some way they were getting along- mainly when the two did real training in the orchard by your home. Since Alucare had a interest in blades Mihaek had taken up to training him- even procuring a curved sword he called a kilij to train him with. Alucare had taken up to this training well and had been getting better everyday. It had genuinely turned into a rather picturesque family envirment for the past few months much to your delight.

Today was just the same, Alucare and Mihawk up at dawn to train- Then silently fighting with each other, you cleaned up from breakfast and right on cue Mihawk walked in having let Alucare leave for school taking a seat at the dining room table.

You two shared a small conversation with each other as Mihawk unwined, you pausing however to take a break.

You rubbed your lower back in mild discomfort, you didn't notice Mihawk's gaze on you. How his eyes lingered on your form as you moved through the house.

"Dinner? Sure we can have dinner together next week, sounds like fun- Oh before I forget let me get you some tea-"

"Let me" You heard him say, and stand up quickly. Gesturing for you to take a seat quickly as he went to make the tea.

"It's okay Mih-"

"You're back hurts. It's more then acceptable to make my own tea and for you to rest.. You shouldn't work yourself so hard" Mihawk says calmly and surprises you by how he just took over the kitchen and sets down a cup of lavender tea, you raised a brow at this since he normally drank black.

"It's just mild back pain-" You pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him. Something was clearly up.

"Let's go to the doctors... if you are uncomfortable it's safer" He insisted as he took a seat and sipped his own tea ignoring your hard stares.

"...You know something don't you?-" You point out adding some honey to the lavender tea. But he stays quiet and continued to sip his tea.

At first you refuses to go to the doctors, hoping to prybit out of Mihawk what he was hiding- However the man just kept pestering you to go. It only took a few hours of his nagging for you to decide to go.

A few hours passing and Alucare returned, Clearly having decided to skip classes again to just return home. Walking in cautiously to see Mihawk in the kitchen and you nowhere to be found.

"Where is mom?" Alucare asked as he saw Mihawk quickly chopping vegetables-

"She will be returning shortly-" was all he said, but Alucare knew that tone. The old man was up to something.

The door slammed open and both men turned in surprise looking like two startled black cats with their fur raised- You were never one to flare your temper but oh boy did you look pissed. Holding a paper in your hand and glaring hard at Mihawk.

"You knew!!" You yelled pointing at him, Alucare stepping to the side out of the line of fire. Mihawk lowered the cooking knife and turned to look at you as you stomped forward.

"What did the doctor say?" He asked calmly, a almost playful tone on his face as you tossed the paper directly to his chest which he caught and began reading through carefully.

"You knew you got me pregnant again! You knew this whole damn time didn't you!!" You yelled, Alucare jaw dropping at the news and clearly now wanting to leave the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said calmly as he read through the paper, a smirk on his face as he read through it. You snatch the doctors paper from his hands that indicated you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

"You knew!- You ass!" You blush flustered as you hold the papers. Mihawk staring at you blankly and shrugging slightly like he didn't know what you were talking about- You placed your hand on your hips and narrowed your gaze.

"Damn it Mihawk we are both too old for a baby! Besides I can't fit a newborn in this house its-"

"Come move in with me" Mihawk said, this surprised you and Alucare together over how serious Mihawk seemed about this.

"I have missed the birth of one of my children already.. as well as you being forced to raise him on his own- I will not allow it a second time... I want both of you to move in with me" He explained, Gesturing to both of you with his hands. An air of silence followed.

"Mihawk- I couldn't just mooch off of you, I mean what would they think if just a random person moved into your home? I-I wou-" You were cut off again with a raised hand.

"You wouldnt be mooching off of me, you will be my wife and if anyone who dares come to my island has an issue with you as my wife they will learn quickly not to-"

Pause. Wife? Your eyebrows raised at hearing this, your cheeks feeling far too warm and chest fluttering.

Alucare looking slightly surprised by this as well.

"Wife? Since when have you married my mother?-" Alucare demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I planned on asking next week, however things have changed with the arrival of your sibling. So I'm asking now" He said bluntly.

That's when it clicked, thay dinner that Mihawk had asked you to join him at- That ment he was most likely going to propose then to you and ask you anyway to be his wife-

You covered your mouth in shock at this revolution. Mihawk smiled calmly at this, as he stepped closer to you. Alucare scrunched his face up in disgust at being caught in this sort of emotional situation.

"...If you're still interested I'd prefer to ask now. The ring order won't be ready till tommorow however..." Mihawk admitted as he placed his hands on your hips. Tears welling up in your eyes and you nodded.

"Yes, I will marry you-" You whisper out, Hugging the man you were so close to castrating just moments ago. Mihawk returning the gesture calmly as his hand settled on your waist.

"We will be moved out by the end of this week, it will be a bit of a sail to my Island so I will make sure everything is safe for the journey" He stated calmly, Alucare looking ready to barf at this point.

"I get no say in this do I-" Alucare asked as he stared at both of you.

"No."

"No-"

And that was that.

It seemed Mihawk really did manage to do as said, by the weeks end he had purchased a larger ship since he didn't think the Hitsugibune sea craft he usually used would carry you all comforbly and keep you safe. So he purchased a larger sea vessel, hiring also some local men to pack up the house and load everything onto the ship- Since your house was tiny it didn't take long.

Mihawk hadn't let you lift a finger- when you offered to help move things or even to cook lunch to bring on the journey he had refused and took the task himself. Alucare had also been weirdly okay with this all, he hadn't made a lot of friends in school so he wasnt attached to that- He'd explored all of the island and neighboring islands as well so he didn't care about the area-

Just like Mihawk had said, by the end of the week the small family was ready to depart- everything had been packed, enough food for up to 6 people to last a year instead of 3 as well as every supply imaginable.

You held Mihawk's had as he escorted you on the ship- still helicopering you. One hand on your lower back as he lead you on board.

"Mihawk Dear I'm not made of glass" You giggle softly, seeing the rather focused look on his eyes as he made sure you were fine while on board.

"I'm aware, but I wish for your safety only Darling" He says softly, Making you blush deeply and turn away in surprise. Alucare followed behind and rolled his eyed at the flirting between his parents.

Alucare looked at the island he had called home for the last time, feeling the tug of the small ship as it pulled from the docks ready to set sail.

This was the start of a new life.. and while he would never say it- he was excited for whatever was to come.

Author Note:

WOW! This sure has been one hell of a journey! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed these stories and have given me the chance to write for so many of you! These series has gifted me my first 800+ followers to my page and I couldn't be happier!

As a way to celebrate and yelp organize these stories I have organized them and put them on AO3! That and with some extra stories to go with them! They are also separated into individual stories as well!

Twice as Difficult Buggy x Reader and Twins

Memories that Wait Shanks x Reader and Vivian

Copy and Paste Mihawk x Reader and Alucare

Thank you all again and I hope to see you all soon!

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[captain039]

Wild horses

Drover x reader

Warnings: Light swearing, olden times, sexism, angst, age gap Drovers like 30-40 isn’t he? XD, tension, intimate, eventual smut, violence

I haven’t watched Australia in a while so it’s pretty rusty lol

You follow your sister down the steam boats ramp, watching her fiddle with all her luggage that the poor man behind you is hauling. You brought two suit cases, mainly because you’ve been here before and lived here.

“Ash come on” you sigh heading into town. There bars rowdy, fight breaking out with in as you catch a glance while your sisters things go flying over the muddy ground. Two men fly out, you know one figure instantly, Drover. You step back as he punches a man, he’s got a bloody lip and bruised eye already.

“Cowgirl!” You jolt as you feel something collide with your legs and look down seeing little Nullah hugging you.

“Hey” you smile giving his back a pat keeping your hand on his shoulders.

“What’s going on here?” Your sister says flustered and in a state as the Drover finally looks up from beating the man unconscious. He looks to your sister than to you, then to Nullah.

“Evening” he picks his hat up and nods it standing up off the man as the crowd helps him.

“Drover” you nod to him.

“This is my sister” you introduce the two noticing the way his eyes scan her intently.

“Lady Sarah Ashley” she introduces and you smile shaking your head.

“You take care of Estella while I was gone?” You ask Nullah as he leads you to two horses hitched by the saloon.

“Fed, brushed and water just like you said” the boy says happily and you smile at him going to the horses side gently petting her.

“Hey girl” you greet softly as she nickers and bobs her head almost in greeting.

“I’ll be back ok?” You tell the boy before walking back to the sister.

“Drovers got an old buggy you can load your stuff in Ash” you tell her and she nods huffing softly and whisking a way flys.

“I’ll meet you at the ranch ok?” You add and she looks to you confused.

“You’ll be fine” you grin to her handing your suit cases to the helper Sarah brought along. You head to your horse and mount up before urging her into a walk and heading out of the small town and into the wild country.

It’s peaceful for once, no fancy house or servants running around, you love your sister but she’s a handful sometimes and rather lady like compared to you. Your mother left your father when you were 16 and Sarah was 20, you went with your mother to Australia while your father kept Sarah in England, once a year you’d visit till your mother got sick and passed away then you stayed with your father till now. You follow a familiar trail, taking it slow knowing the route like the back of your hand. You don’t arrive at the ranch till sun down and when you do arrive there’s yelling. You hitch your horse letting one of the house watchers take her before heading inside listening to the argument.

“What’s going on?” You interrupt seeing your sister furious and the Drover with his arms cross his chest.

“This place!” She snaps and you raise an eyebrow looking around. Sure it’s a bit dusty and hasn’t been cleaned in a while but it still looks the same from when you were a kid.

“What’s wrong with it?” You ask crossing your arms across your chest as your sister bristles.

“There are random men and women walking around! It’s not cleaned! There is only one bathroom! And no food!” She lists off and you side glance to the Drover watching him approach you.

“Good luck” he mutters before leaving out the front door.

“Ash I love you, but this is a ranch in the outback of Australia it isn’t the mansion back at England ok. The random men and women have been allowed to stay here on my terms as long as they keep the place tidy. As for the food it’ll be delivered tomorrow like the schedule says there should canned goods though in the cupboard” you explain to her watching her pale face redden before she walks off to the main bedroom. You sigh and head out the front door into the porch seeing Drover chatting with a woman by the old water tank. You frown at the water tank noting the rustiness and the holes before walking over to it. There’s no water in it either.

“Hey you know about this?” You ask Drover jumping off the ladder as he walks closer.

“Nah, only found out now, haven’t been here in a few weeks” he answers and you nod.

“You just gonna ignore me?” He grins head tilting to the side and you roll your eyes before going over to him and hugging him.

“Missed ya rascal” he mutters his hold tight. You let yourself bask in it, his warmth even if he’s a little sweaty, the smell of him, his muscles.

“Yeah yeah old ranger” you grin pulling back as he chuckles and shakes his head.

“So, your sister huh?” He asks and you sigh.

“Whatever she said to you ignore it” you say quickly.

“She was just kicking a stink up about the place” he shrugs and you nod clenching your jaw. You love this place more than anything, you lived here with your mum, around horses and cattle, the people, Drover.

“Hey she doesn’t know what this place means to you” he says softly and you almost hate him for it.

“I don’t think she will” you mutter back shaking your head before you spot a familiar face.

“Magarii” you smile hugging the older man as he greets you.

“Keeping the place tidy I hope” you grin at him as he nods his hat to you.

“Course I am” he grins.

“I appreciate it, really” you smile warmly.

“Anything for you little Cowgirl” he nods his hat again before leaving.

“That nickname didn’t leave did it?” You huff as Drover laughs and shakes his head.

“No it didn’t, Cowgirl” he grins at you.

[oscinhaslandito]

COFFEE AND CHEMISTRY

The First Encounter:

Y/N sighed as she entered the university library, clutching her laptop and a half-drunk iced coffee. She spotted Oscar Piastri, her senior and brother’s best friend, sitting at a corner table, engrossed in his code. Lando had texted her earlier: "Go find Osc, he's at the library. Tell him to eat or something."

She hesitated before approaching, feeling a bit awkward interrupting him. "Hey, Oscar. Lando sent me to... check on you?"

Oscar looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Classic Lando. You’re his messenger now?"

"Apparently. Also, can I sit here? The Wi-Fi is awful everywhere else," she asked, already pulling out her chair, though her voice held a slight edge of hesitation.

"Go ahead," he said with a shrug, sliding his notes aside to make space.

She noticed the assortment of neatly arranged notes and the faint smell of coffee around him. Settling down, she opened her laptop and glanced at him, realizing this might not be as awkward as she thought. Over the next hour, they worked in parallel, occasionally exchanging a word or two, and by the time Y/N packed up, she was surprised at how comfortable she felt.

Study Sessions:

Their study sessions became a routine. Every other day, Y/N would find herself at the same table with Oscar, their laptops open and the occasional sound of typing filling the air. He would guide her through complex algorithms, his calm explanations cutting through her frustration.

"Wait, so if I just refactor this part of the code, it works?" she asked, her eyes wide with realization. She clicked a few keys, and the once-buggy program finally ran smoothly.

"Exactly," Oscar said, his tone patient. "It’s just cleaner and more efficient this way."

Y/N threw her hands up in mock surrender. "I owe you my GPA," she said dramatically, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

"You’re figuring it out yourself. I’m just nudging you in the right direction," he replied, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. "Wow, you're like my guardian mentor."

Oscar looked at her with a confused raise of brow. "Guardian mentor?"

She looked way too proud of her words, "Yeah, like a Guardian Angel who helps me study. That's a Guardian Mentor."

Over time, her confidence grew. She started solving problems faster, but still turned to him when she hit a wall. Those moments became less about solving the problem and more about the comfort of knowing someone had her back. Sometimes, they’d take short breaks, sharing stories about classes or laughing over ridiculous memes Y/N found. Each session felt less like a chore and more like a shared ritual.

The Comfortable Silences:

Not every session was filled with conversation. Sometimes, they’d sit in companionable silence, the only sounds being the tapping of keys and the occasional flip of a page. It was oddly comforting. Y/N found herself appreciating Oscar’s quiet focus and the subtle way he’d glance at her screen, checking on her progress without saying a word.

On one of those silent nights, she looked up and found him staring at the ceiling, his pen tapping lightly against his notebook. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, breaking the silence.

He shrugged, offering her a small smile. "Just wondering if I’ll survive my final project."

"If you don’t, who’s going to help me with mine?" she teased, earning a chuckle.

Occasionally, the silence was punctuated by shared snacks or the soft sound of Oscar humming absentmindedly. It was in these moments that Y/N realized how much she enjoyed his company, even without words.

The Breakthrough:

When Y/N finally completed a particularly tricky assignment, she nearly jumped out of her seat, earning a glare from the librarian.

"It works! Oscar, look!" she whispered excitedly, pointing at her screen.

He leaned over, his shoulder brushing hers as he checked her work. A proud smile spread across his face. "Told you you’d get it."

"Team effort," she said, grinning. "You’re like my coding guardian angel."

Lando, who had just arrived with snacks, raised his hands in mock celebration. "Hallelujah, the nerds have triumphed! Let’s commemorate this moment with pizza."

"Deal," Y/N said, laughing.

"You know," Lando added, "I feel like I deserve some credit for this too. I’m the one who made you two start studying together."

"Sure, Lando," Y/N said, rolling her eyes. "Your contribution was invaluable."

Oscar smirked. "The moral support was life-changing."

Lando grinned. "Exactly. Glad you both finally see it."

Later that night, as they walked back to their dorms, Y/N turned to Oscar. "Thanks for always helping me. I don’t think I would’ve gotten through this semester without you."

"Anytime," he replied softly, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer than usual.

The Late Nights:

Their study sessions often stretched into the late evenings. The library’s quiet hum became their soundtrack as they worked under the soft glow of desk lamps. On one particularly late night, Y/N’s head started to droop, her notes blurring before her eyes.

Oscar noticed, nudging her gently with his elbow. "You’re falling asleep," he said softly.

"Am not," she mumbled, her eyes half-closed.

"Come on," he said, packing up her things. "I’ll walk you back to your dorm."

"You’re too nice," she murmured, already half-asleep as they walked through the empty campus.

"Someone’s gotta look out for you," he replied, his voice low but warm. The quiet night air seemed to hold something unspoken between them.

The Little Gestures and Moments:

One evening, Y/N’s iced coffee was running low, and Oscar excused himself for a break. He returned with a fresh cup for her, setting it down without a word.

"Thought you’d need it," he said simply, his tone casual.

She blinked up at him, touched by the gesture. "Thanks, Osc."

Before she could say more, Lando sauntered over, smirking. "Well, aren’t you thoughtful?" he said, plopping into a seat.

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Don’t make it weird."

"Too late," Lando quipped, winking at Y/N.

The next day, Lando’s teasing escalated. "So, Osc, is this your secret way of wooing her? Coffee runs and all?"

"It’s called being polite," Oscar replied, though his ears turned slightly red.

Y/N groaned. "Lando, stop embarrassing him—and me!"

"Never," Lando said, grinning. "It’s my brotherly duty."

Later, as Oscar handed her a printout she needed, Lando chimed in, "Oh, a printout too? What’s next, love letters?"

Y/N threw a pen at him. "Out. Now."

Lando left, laughing, but not before saying, "I’m just saying—romance isn’t dead!"

Oscar started leaving small sticky notes with helpful tips or encouraging words on her desk when she wasn’t looking. One read, "You’ve got this! - OP." Y/N couldn’t help but smile, saving the notes in her notebook.

Between the teasing and late-night sessions, it was the small moments that stood out. The way Oscar would share his notes without hesitation, or how Y/N would save him a seat during crowded study hours. The way their hands would occasionally brush when reaching for a pen, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

It was in those fleeting touches and quiet smiles that an unspoken bond began to grow. Neither of them said anything, but both felt it. One evening, as Y/N leaned over to grab her bag, Oscar absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She froze for a moment, their eyes meeting, before he quickly pulled back, his cheeks tinged with pink.

The Lando Fiasco:

Lando occasionally joined them, his presence like a whirlwind that disrupted their serene environment. He would sprawl out in a chair, his arms crossed behind his head and a bag of snacks on the table.

"You two look like an ad for academic excellence," he teased, tossing a gummy bear at Y/N. "Do you ever do normal things, or is it all code and coffee?"

"Yeah yeah, we get it we're nerdy. Blah blah blah," Y/N rolled her eyes, catching the gummy bear and popping it into her mouth.

He chuckled, looking amused, "But seriously, don’t let Oscar turn you into a full-blown nerd," Lando added, smirking at his best friend.

Oscar smirked back, his tone deadpan. "She’s already better at debugging than you ever were."

"Rude," Lando replied, pretending to be offended. "I was just giving her the opportunity to shine. You’re welcome, Y/N."

Another time, Lando leaned over to peer at Y/N’s screen. "What are you even doing? That looks like an alien language."

"It’s called programming, Lando," she replied dryly.

"Yeah, and it’s definitely not for humans," he quipped. "Osc, how do you even understand this stuff?"

Oscar shrugged. "It’s just practice. You could learn it if you tried."

Lando snorted. "I’ll stick to spreadsheets, thanks."

Sometimes, his interruptions turned into rambling monologues about business strategies or bizarre hypotheticals. One evening, he sprawled across the table dramatically. "If I get a friend to create an app for matchmaking nerds, would you two be my test subjects?"

Y/N groaned. "Lando, we’re trying to focus."

Oscar, without looking up, replied just so Lando wouldn't bug them further, "Only if you promise to never bring this up again."

Lando grinned. "Deal. But you’d owe me royalties if it works."

He also had a knack for sneaking pictures of them studying. "Just documenting the nerd life," he’d say, showing them a candid shot of Oscar leaning over to help Y/N with a problem. "For the memories."

"So, when are you two gonna start dating?" Lando asked one day, casually leaning against the table.

Y/N choked on her coffee, and Oscar’s ears turned red.

"What? We’re just studying," Y/N protested, her voice a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.

"Sure, and I love pescatarians," Lando said, grinning. "Seriously, Osc, you’re basically already part of the family. Just make it official."

Oscar cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. "You’re unbelievable."

"And you’re avoiding the question," Lando shot back, his teasing grin widening.

Later, when Y/N had stepped away to go to class, Lando leaned closer to Oscar. "Just so you know, if you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me."

Oscar’s expression softened. "I’d never do that."

Lando nodded, his usual playful demeanor giving way to sincerity for a moment. "Good."

On another day, Lando orchestrated a "random" movie night, conveniently inviting just the two of them. "Oops, looks like I’m busy tonight," he said, feigning regret. "Guess it’s just you two."

Y/N glared at him. "You’re the least subtle person ever."

"You’re welcome," Lando said, unabashed.

His meddling didn’t stop there. He started dropping hints to their mutual friends, ensuring they’d all conveniently "notice" how close Oscar and Y/N were. "Don’t you think they’d make a cute couple?" he’d say, grinning mischievously.

Lando’s teasing, it was clear to everyone—especially Lando—that there was something special about their dynamic. Whether it was the way Oscar’s gaze softened when Y/N talked about her goals, or how Y/N instinctively turned to Oscar for reassurance, their connection spoke volumes.

"You’re good for each other," Lando said one evening, his tone unusually sincere.

Oscar glanced at Y/N, who was too busy typing to notice. "Yeah," he said quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guess we are."

The Confession:

It wasn’t a grand confession, but rather a culmination of Lando’s relentless teasing and their own shared moments. One evening, as they packed up from another late study session, Oscar sighed, his gaze shifting from the desk to Y/N.

"Can I ask you something?" he began, his tone a little more serious than usual.

She looked up, her expression curious. "What’s up?"

"Do you... ever get tired of Lando pushing us together?"

Y/N laughed softly. "Constantly. He’s relentless."

Oscar hesitated, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. "The thing is... he’s not entirely wrong. About us, I mean."

Her smile faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. "Oscar..."

"I just think," he continued, his voice steady but earnest, "that maybe we’re wasting time pretending he’s off-base. Because he’s not. At least, not for me. What about you?"

She stared at him for a moment, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Then, a small, shy smile spread across her face. "He’s not wrong for me either."

Relief washed over Oscar’s face, and his lips curved into a genuine smile. "So, what do you say? Dinner? Just us?"

"Are you asking me out, Piastri?"

[pumpkin-bats]

Bitter and Sweet - Mihawk x Reader

a/n: Genuinely was expecting Buggy to win over Mihawk, but the poll has decided! I hope you all enjoy!

summary: You happened to wake up before him and decided to make breakfast for you both.

contains: sfw topics, brief mention of potentially more intimate relationship, gender neutral terms for reader, fluff.

wc: 900 +

You couldn't shake the sensation of eyes trailing after your every movement as you drifted about the kitchen. The attention sat so heavily on your shoulders that, at least twice, you nearly burnt your hand trying to make a pot of coffee. Even the briefest glance over your shoulder was met with a swirling gold, urging you to hastily look away or else you’d be pinned in place.

It wasn't uncomfortable or violating in any way. You knew what it felt like when those eyes held suggestive intentions and this wasn't it. Although, whatever this was didn’t make it any less overwhelming.

There was... something more to it.

Mihawk habitually made breakfast for the both of you every morning. As far as you knew, the main reason he did it was because you had a bad habit of waking up late. He surprised you the first time with a full breakfast spread and the tradition stuck. You were grateful, but at the same time you’d felt guilty for receiving so much from him all the time.

So, on the one day you managed to wake up before him, you decided to take care of breakfast instead. This way you could return at least a little bit of the effort he put in for you every morning. And if you could get a surprised reaction out of him, it would set your day on a really cheery path that was worth the dishes you’d have to clean up shortly after.

Breakfast wasn’t anything too complicated. A simple plate of eggs and bacon with a cup of straight, black coffee for him and something similar for you. You figured a red wine enjoyer like Mihawk would be the type to want a bit of cream or sugar in his coffee, but you've never seen him add anything to it before. And the one taste he let you have a while ago proved to be quite the bitter concoction.

Once everything was all set you turned to face him, armed with the meal, and immediately faltered in your steps.

Mihawk sat at his usual spot, legs crossed and chin perched atop his hands from where his elbows rested against the table. Without his hat, there were no shadows being cast over his eyes and you were able to get a clear view of his face. But the way he looked up at you in that moment felt like staring at two beads of golden light gleaming from the darkness. 

There's a deep intensity in that gaze, made even worse by the way he's posed. Nothing about it was sexual, but your heart hiccuped on a beat regardless. This wasn’t exactly the ‘surprised’ reaction you were looking for.

It took a second to force yourself to move, clearing your throat as you step forward, setting his plate and mug in front of him.

"Breakfast is ready." Your voice trembled minutely from nerves as you got your own plate and sat down across from him.

You sink the prongs of your fork into the eggs. You were actually pretty proud of how they turned out, expecting them to taste blander than they did. After the first bite was halfway chewed, you glanced up at Mihawk. He hadn't made much of a move, still staring intently at you which made a wave of anxiety bubble up your chest.

"What? What is it?" You put your fork down to face him head on with your full attention. "Why are you staring at me?"

"You made breakfast," he stated plainly. You'd be confused, even irritated, if not for the way that sentence seemed to be charged with something deep enough to be felt in your gut.

"I... did. Is that bad?" you asked, raising a brow at him.

He shook his head and finally moved from his poised position. Mihawk leaned against the backrest of his chair, picking up his utensils to cut into the eggs.

"Not at all. It’s quite sweet of you," he said, pausing to savor the bite he took. "Delicious."

You refused to acknowledge the way your face burned at his words. Instead, you returned your focus to your own plate, eating a bit more yourself before the butterflies starting to take flight in your stomach got too distracting.

"Not- not really… You always make breakfast for me. I just figured that I'd do it for you for once, since I was awake earlier and had the chance to," you explained, though it sounded more like rambling as you fought to keep your eyes away from him.

Your attempt failed at the sound of a soft hum, chancing a glance up at him.

"You, who cherishes your mornings, took the time to make this for me.” As he spoke, he brought the coffee you made him up to his lips. “I'll admit, I was quite enchanted watching you. So much grace in even the simplest movements. And with the way that little curl at the back of your head is sitting, it looks like you didn't even take much time for yourself before doing this."

He looked at you from over the rim of his mug, taking a slow, measured sip.

"How sweet you are to me, indeed."

You were lucky that you'd already swallowed the bite you took or you'd be choking on it right now. There was no added smile, just one last, lingering gaze before he took another sip of coffee and continued to eat his breakfast.

The effort it took you to return to your breakfast, with the way you knew your face was painted a deep scarlett, was monumental. You swallowed thickly and momentarily wondered if you'd even be able to finish eating after that.

[hey-august]

Stumbling in on Bestfriend!Buggy getting off and he’s embarassed and sure he ruined the relationship and he’s trying not to show that he’s more turned on being caught and offering to help him immmmmmmmmmmmmmm 🫣 I have so many thoughts tonight

Ooooh, yes, anon. I like this. I like this a lot.

wc: ~1.2k (this got out of hand) warnings: nsfw, buggy x gn!reader, profanity, male masturbation, cum, friends to...?, the ending might be a bit awkward

You work together on the ship, so it's only natural that you become close.

To Buggy, that's it. That's all he can expect. You're friends because you work together and there's a closed pool of choices for you to pick from.

He can't tell you that every hug gives him a disgusting fluttery feeling. He can't tell you that he only feels like himself under the spotlight of your eyes.

He definitely can't tell you that he pops a boner whenever you sit on his lap.

And you can't tell Buggy that you sit on his lap so often because you like him too.

Okay, so you need him for something. It's urgent, so you knock and swing Buggy's door open all in the same move. An amateur move, really.

There's Buggy, laying on his bed. His face is red and his cheeks are turning brighter by the second. The blankets look a bit haphazard.

You know. How could you not? This isn't the first time you (nearly) walked in on this exact act, but it is the first time you didn't immediately turn around. You were so caught up in the emergency (what was it again?) that you didn't even hear the tiny voice in your head saying slow the fuck down.

Buggy's a mess. Pissed and embarrassed. Sputtering out excuses, spit flying from his lips. Slamming his fist on the bed. "Give me fucking minute!"

Why did you come in here again? Because all you want to do now is tease your best friend. What a schmuck, getting himself in this position. "Did you seriously forget to lock the door before whacking off?"

"That's not- I wasn't- Get the fuck out!" Buggy throws a pillow at you. A pillow. Terrifying.

You close the door and make a big show of using the lock. Click. Unlock. Lock. Unlock. Lock. "It's not that hard. Maybe you wanted to get caught, you pervert."

He doesn't respond fast enough. Buggy doesn't know what to say. He didn't plan on getting caught, but, fuck - if this isn't turning him on even more. He hopes you can't see his dick twitching under the blankets.

"So you did want to get caught? Hah, I'm going to use this against you!" you goad.

"Just fucking leave, you creep!" Buggy launches another pillow…which does nothing.

You consider it, just for a moment. But the way Buggy is sitting there, clutching his blankets and avoiding your eyes… "Nah, I like watching you squirm."

Eyes wide, he finally looks at you. And watches as you walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. His bed. The bed where he's currently half dressed.

Buggy kicks you through the blankets, trying to shove you away.

Trying not to fall off the bed, you grab the blankets…and yank

And there he is. Your best friend. And his hard dick.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No. Buggy did not want to be in this position. You should have never seen him like this. You were never going to look at him the same way.

He's flailing. Trying to kick you again, but your ass is planted on that bed and you are not going anywhere. His hand is trying to cover the boner (literally and figuratively), but there's only so much that fits behind his hand.

Buggy's dick is intent on being seen. With all his movements, the thing is swaying and bobbing, practically waving "hi" to you from behind his shitty hand barrier.

"That's not…" You gulp. "That's not how you do it."

You're not even sure if Buggy can hear you over his own screeching. But he quiets down and stares at you, incredulous and…offended.

You mime jacking off. "You're doing it wrong."

"Screw you," he snaps. Another kick. Another shove. A drop of precum peeks out. "Get out."

"I don't think I can leave in good conscience without knowing that y- you'll be okay."

What is it about Buggy that you want to tease him? Is it because you're friends and you know how to push his buttons?

Finally, he relents. "Will you leave if I do this?" Buggy grumbles He wraps a hand around his dick and bites back the hiss that threatens to escape.

You shrug and nod. Selfishly, you wanted to say, 'Only if you want me to.'

Selfishly, Buggy wished you said you wouldn't leave.

He pumps his fist a few times. "There. Go," he practically whispers.

That was…not enough. It was frustrating, for both of you.

"Keep going," you say, almost as quietly.

Buggy listens.

You watch.

You see the tendons in his hands flex when he changes his hold or adjusts the pressure. You watch another bead of precum poke out the slit before Buggy smears it all over the shiny angry head.

Buggy watches your eyes follow the movement of his hand. How you stare at his cock, just like he's imagined. How you lick your lips.

He slows down, lazily dragging his hand up and down the length, letting you get your fill.

Maybe Buggy would have left the door unlocked earlier if he knew you'd look at him like this.

You realize that you've been squeezing his sheets so hard that your hands ache. Out of everything in reach, these damn blankets are not what you want to be holding.

"What do you think about?" Oh. You didn't plan on asking that, but now you have a painful desire to know. What turns him on? What brought Buggy to jack off in front of a friend?

He shakes his head no and rolls his eyes. Absolutely not. He's not going to answer this.

"C'mon, I'm just curious. I'll keep it a secret, promise."

"Just shut up or leave."

Buggy closes his eyes and tilts his head back. He wants to keep looking at you, but this is becoming too much. At least if he cums in front of you, it'll be like all those naughty fantasies he's kept to himself.

"Buggy…"

He cracks an eye open and looks at you. Fuck, you're so cute.

"Can I try?"

He closes his eyes again and clenches his jaw. He'd rather die than bust a nut right now. After a moment, Buggy nods.

You shift closer and touch his hand. Buggy loosens his grip and you take his cock in your hand. It's so warm. So hot.

Buggy wraps his hand around yours and uses your hand to rub himself.

It doesn't take long - far shorter than you wish - before he grunts and pearly ropes shoot across his stomach. A part of you hopes to get some on your hand so you could…what? What would you do?

Once his balls are empty and his breathing returns to normal, Buggy lets you go.

"I go- I gotta clean up… You should probably go now." He keeps his eyes closed.

"Mm, yeah. Okay."

The bed shifts as you get up. Buggy doesn't want to open his eyes and watch you leave him right now. He'd rather stay in the happy space he's concocted in his head. Things won't be the same after this.

Instead of walking to the door, you walk closer to Buggy.

Bringing a hand up, you gently push a few strands of hair from his forehead and give him the smallest, shortest peck. Just long enough for his sweat to stick to your lips.

[lovelywritinglady]

Crocodile Tears pt.3

Sir Crocodile x fem!reader, Doflamingo x sister!reader

Angst, mentions of violence, fluff, and mentions of death.

In which you see your husband for the first time in months and it happens in an unexpected way. And you come to a realization that your brother isn’t who you thought he was.

I don’t remember everything that happened at Marine ford and I added some things to that story. Sorry this part has taken so long.

"Crocodile." You whispered my eyes wide with shock

There he stood, in all of his 8'3 glory; scowl and all. Doffy was there too adorning his annoyingly smug smile. There stood these powerful men amongst a field of dead, wounded, and fighting soldiers. It was a sight to behold for anyone watching, except for you. As all you could see was how injured Crocodile was. It made your heart ache to see him like that and for a moment you forgot your anger for him. You felt your heart soften at the sight of him.

Your brother and Crocodile seemed like they were engaged in something serious. Based on the look on Crocodiles face, he was pissed.

“What the hell could they be talking about?” You wondered to yourself eyes glued to the screen.

Crocodiles pov

This damn pink feathered bastard, why the hell did she have to be his sister. My frustration was immense and all I wanted right now was to kill whitebeard and get the hell out of this dammed war. However, his comment struck me hard and I knew once all this hell was done that I needed to find y/n and convince my wife to forgive me.

“You’re thinking of ways to make her forgive you aren’t you gator boy!” Doflamingo teased making me furious.

“Shut the hell up!” I yelled turning away from the fool

“You gotta know that no matter what you try, I won’t let you near my dear sweet sister.” He said making me stop dead in my tracks.

“Are you challenging me?” I asked coldly my back still turned

“Maybe I am! Haha! Y/n doesn’t want you why would you try so hard to win her back?” Doflamingo barked

“That my business.” I said quietly finally walking away from the conversation

Part of me is glad I walked away as I knew that fight would take up too much of my time. But another part of me wants to kill him, but considering my wife might be watching, I didn’t want to take that chance. Looking around this battlefield was hell. Everyone was killing each other left and right all to safe that Ace brat. It seemed too excessive for me personally, but I’m just glad that so many dammed marines are dying. The less there are of them the better.

Suddenly, I spotted the stupid clown,Buggy, seemingly making a fool of himself on what looked like a video transponder snail. A bright idea came to me as I walked quickly to them. The prisoners surrounding the red nose idiot all seemed scared, which gave me the confidence to do the thing I set out to do.

“Point that snail at me, if you don’t I’ll kill you.” I threatened pointing at him.

“Y-yes s-s-sir.” The fool stuttered.

“Hey you can’t do that to captain Buggy!” A few of the prisoners wined.

“Yeah, get out of her Crocodile!” Buggy proudly said making me glare at him.

“Or y-you can have it!” He said cowering with a goofy smile on his face.

The snail was pointed at me finally allowing me to say what I needed to say. I took a deep breath still trying to look as intimidating as possible. I did have a reputation to uphold after all.

Your pov

“The hell!” I exclaimed as the video transponder snail suddenly stopped showing the action. “Who’s that dumbass.” I questioned looking at the ugly man now on the screen.

He had a red nose and was wearing a marine uniform but called himself Captain Buggy. I swore I’ve heard that title before but couldn’t figure out where. However, the camera was now on him as the action was heard around him.

“Hello there I’m the famous Captain Buggy!” He exclaimed clearly full of himself.

“Yay, Captain Buggy.” The prisoners around him yelled.

“Point that snail at me, if you don’t I’ll kill you.” A familiar deep voice called out. With some protest the camera was finally pointed elsewhere.

“Crocodile.” I whispered moving closer to the screen. “What the hell are you doing?”

“G-go ahead Mr. Crocodile sir!” The camera man shakily spoke.

“I’m not sure if you’re watching this or not, but I promise that no matter what you’ll see what kind of man I am.” Crocodile spoke seriously. He seemed to pause for a moment before speaking once more. “After that, I’ll come for you…if you still want me.” He spoke saying the last line so quietly that I almost missed it. “Now, you idiots better make sure that the camera is on the action or else.” He threatened. And with that he turned into sand and was gone in an instant.

“W-what the hell!!” The idiot red nose man spoke loudly after watching what crocodile has done. “What could that have meant by that?” Buggy asked to no one in particular.

“What the hell indeed.” I said feeling my heart ache at Crocodiles little speech. What did he mean by that? I decided to continue watching hoping that I’ll get my answer soon.

Third Person Pov

Soon after news of Portgas D. Aces execution being carried out immediately made everyone at marineford fight harder than before, on both sides. The fighting grew more violent as it was seconds before Ace would die. Monkey D. Luffy in particular was fighting the hardest to save his big brother only to be stopped by not only the three admirals, but his own grandfather. Just as the blades moved to Aces neck, an unexpected phenomenon occurred making everyone watching, including you, gasp with shock. Sand came rushing towards the execution block stopping the executioners from killing Portgus D. Ace. All eyes turned to see who had saved the boy only to see none other than the ex warlord, Sir Crocodile.

“You bastard!I thought it would be advantageous to have you here for the battle, since you hold a grudge against Whitebeard. Curse you Crocodile!” Fleet Admiral Sengoku yelled with visible frustration

“I can kill that old dying buzzard whenever o feel like it, but as for right now I’m not gonna let you taste victory. You and your crooked operation!” Crocodile responded fiercely looking towards where he thought the camera might be before looking back at Sengoku.

“Well, you just had to go an screw up all the fun!” Doflamingo laughed emerging from the crowd as he approached Crocodile.

“Fuck off.” Crocodile sighed

“Nah.” Doflamingo replied using his string-string fruit power to sever Crocodiles head making it fly to the ground in a pile of sand.

As quickly as the attack came, Crocodile’s head came back like it was never detached in the first place. However, a angry glare was now evident on his face as he quickly turned around attacking Doflamingo not caring at the moment if you were upset that he was defending himself. Doflamingo blocked the attack with his massive legs. The force of their combined attacks sending anyone near flying far. Crocodile looked at him with with pure anger and disgust as he pushed him back.

“I’ll never let you get her back!” Doflamingo yelled throwing his arms in the air.

“Good things you’re not going to stop me!” Crocodile snapped back before turning into a sand cloud wanting to get the hell off this battlefield so he could begin looking for his wife.

And with that the fight began once again. However, this time around tensions were higher than ever before. And eventually Straw hat Luffy managed to save his brother and the two of them began fighting together in order to make it out alive. With the help of their friends, they made it near the edge of the battle field only to be stopped by one of the fleet admirals who spoke crude words about Whitebeard causing Ace to turn around and confront him. However, once he did so, Akainu promptly turned his attention to straw hat nearly attacking him, only for Ace to get their first.

Your Pov

“Oh god no.” I cried out as your heart broke for the boys on the screen. “This just isn’t fair.” I said feeling tears falling down my cheeks.

I watched in horror at one of the Admirals punched at hole through Portgas D. Ace as his little brother Luffy watched. It was heartbreaking to say the least. I saw other pirates face off with the Admiral as Monkey D. Luffy held his brother in his arms as he died. The poor boys screams filled my soul with dread as I watched him mourn his now dead brother.

“This isn’t fair.” I said now sobbing mourning a man that I didn’t even know.

“And to think Crocodile helped save you. Even he knew that boy should have lived.” I sobbed feeling slight discomfort about feeling proud of my ex husband.

The rest of the battle went quickly with Marshall D. Teach joining the battle and promptly helping to kill Whitebeard. Crocodile and another ex warlord helping straw hat to safety, though that’s what I heard at the video transponder snail stopped showing any action. All that was shown was the scrambling feet of pirates and soldiers alike just trying to make it out alive. At this point I had see enough carnage to last a lifetime. I felt ill, heartbroken, and even more angry at the government than I already was. The thing that I had trouble coming to terms with was how I felt about Crocodile.

On one hand he hurt me so badly that I had to leave to my brother of all people, but on the other hand I had just witnessed him saving the life of a young boy. Which, I know he would never do, so what could have changed? My mind was frantic and my body was feeling weak from all of the crying I did. My heart went out to Straw hat luffy as that boy didn’t deserve any of this. I could only pray that he finds some sort of comfort after this.

One month week later…

The vibrant colors of pink, purple, and orange filled the Dressrosa sky with warmth as the day was just starting. It had been a month since the battle at Marineford and my brother was set to return today. Dread filled me as I stood against the railing of my bedroom terrace admiring the sky. I knew my brother would tell me everything that happened in gory detail. I knew he would laugh as he did. And I knew that if I showed an ounce of disgust he would insult me for it. As much as I love him, I also hate him just as much if not more.

“So much for brotherly love. ” I whispered feeling the warm rays of sun on my tired face.

Sleep had not come easy for me recently. Everything that I saw haunted me every time I tried to sleep. Watching that poor boy die was terrifying. It not like I haven’t seen someone die before, it was just the way he died that haunted me. The screams of Straw Hat Luffy still so vivid in my mind. Even thinking about it now breaks my heart.

I felt myself slipping further into despair and decided to get out of it as fast as possible. I focused my mind on otter things such as the fact that I watched Doflamingo try to kill my ex husband even though I specifically asked him not to. I know that I still hate Crocodile for the way he hurt me, but that crossed a line. Fury now bubbles in my heart and that I felt like I would burst.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted my murderous thoughts about my big brother. I whipped my head around with anger still evident on my face. A guard walked in, bowed, and deliver the news that Doflamingo had returned and requested that I meet him and the family in the throne room. I thanked him and began looking more presentable for a big meeting like that. What the hell could they want? Are they planning something that involves me somehow? Is it just a welcome party? Are they planning on killing Crocodile? I shook my head of these thoughts as the last one make my heart hurt more than I’d ever thought it would at this point in my life.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the throne room. As soon as I entered I noticed all of the “family” was there all sat on their mini thrones. My brother sat in his huge throne looking at me with a smug expression. All eyes are on me as I sat on a chair placed next to my brother. I then crossed my legs and placed my hands in my lap staring to feel a nervous sensation that something bad was about to happen.

“Welcome back brother.” I greeted trying to keep the mood normal.

“Glad to see you dear sister. Did you miss me?” He joked “I hope you saw what happened at marineford on the video transponder snail.” He added turning his head to me.

“Yes, I watched it. Although, I wish I hadn’t.” I replied honestly meeting his gaze trying my best to remain calm.

“So then, you watched your dear husband in action. What did you think?” He asked his tone shifting to a serious one slightly.

“Is that why you all gathered me here?” I asked looking around the room with slight disgust at the “family”.

“Answer the young master!” Trebol demanded getting up from his seat. “You should know to respect your brother, your king!” He added moving straight in front of my face. His stench filled my nose making me gag.

“Back the fuck up!” I sneered scooting back in my chair.

“Do as the princess says, Trebol.” Doflamingo finally spoke sounding bored.

“Ba-ha-ha! Okay!” Trebol replied quickly going back to his assigned seat.

“You can answer that question later, there are more pressing things to talk about.” Doflamingo spoke

“Okay, thank you.” I replied feeling grateful that I didn’t have to open that can of worms yet.

“Now, onto some real business. Y/n, my dear sister. You’ve been called here because it’s time you finally joined the family and became one of us.” Doflamingo spoke energetically

I sat there stunned a little at his demand. I already assumed that because I’m his sister that I was already part of the “family”. I couldn’t form any words as a mix of fear, anger, and slight joy swirled through my mind. I almost wish I was answering the question before. Sensing that tensions were high at my non verbal state, I quickly decided to respond with the first thing that came to my mind.

“What does it mean to be part of this family?” I asked slightly cringing at the question.

“Fufufu, don’t you know. It means that you work for me my sweet sister. That you are under my protection permanently and that you can have as many riches as you desire as long as you don’t betray me.” Doflamingo happily replied grabbing my hand with his much larger one, giving it an uncomfortable squeeze.

“I thought that I was already part of the family.” I said feeling uneasy at my own words. Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t figure out what.

“You seem uneasy dear sister.” Doflamingo said with a small frown not answering my previous question.

“I’m fine I promise, Doffy, I’m just surprised that you didn’t know that my loyalty stands with you.” I reassured hoping that he’d believe me and that I could leave this shitty situation.

“Good, let’s hope it stays that way. Wouldn’t want you to end up like our dear brother.” Doflamingo spoke stopping dead in his tracks.

“What do you mean?” I said as my heart pounded at the thought of what could be wrong with Rosinante.

“Oh my dear y/n, I suppose it’s time you knew. It’s only right since you’re part of the family.” Doflamingo spoke enthusiastically. “Our dear brother betrayed me, so I had to to the hard thing…” he said

“Hard thing?” I nervously asked

Doflamingo suddenly grabbed my hand holding it close to his massive body. A wide grin covered his face as his red glasses shone an even deeper color. At this moment I felt small, like prey being cornered by a predator. My body was screaming at me to leave and run away. Run away to any place that could hide me from this monster.

“I killed him. I killed our brother and not one day goes by that I don’t regret it!” He said proudly as the “family” all erupted in laughter.

“Wha-why would you?” My voice barely above a whisper

“Huh? Are you stupid or something?” Doflamingo asked genuinely surprised I couldn’t figure it out.

“N-no, sorry my mistake.” I replied trying to calm myself as I knew one wrong thing said and I could wind up seeing Rosi.

“Good, now that you know… do you still wish to be part of the family?” He asked happily like he didn’t just tell me the most horrific thing.

“O-of course! I was just surprised a bit, my apologies dear brother.” I replied hoping that my answer would satisfy him. No way in hell did I want to join his “family” especially after what he admitted to me.

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now you don’t resent your dear brother do you?” He asked seemingly testing my loyalty further.

“No of course not, what ever he did must have been horrible for you to need to kill him!” I replied trying my best to sound completely unbothered by the death of my brother.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” He paused eying me down. “Now, on to some important business.” He stated saying looking at his “family” completely ignoring my presence.

The meeting lasted hours with them mostly taking amongst themselves with my feedback rarely needed. The whole time my body felt like it was dying. For years I wondered where my brother was, what he was doing, and when I’d see him again. Part of me knew that he was dead but I never imagined that Doflamingo would have anything to do with it. I knew he was crazy and that he was capable of killing. I wasn’t there for my fathers death either, but now I can guess that Doflamingo was the one to do that too. My heart ached so badly but I knew showing any ounce of hurt could wind me up like other members of my family.

After what felt like an eternity, the “family” finally got up from their seats. I followed them smiling at them and making small conversations trying to appear as normal as possible. Many of them congratulated me on joining them and promised to protect me. Every single promise they made felt like a sharp knife twisting in my heart. As the flooded out of the room I realized that I was now fully alone with Doflamingo. My body slightly shook at the realization as a smile crept on my face.

“Thank you for giving me this chance brother!” I said bowing slightly. When I came back to look at him, I noticed a small tear on his face.

“You’re the only blood family I have left. It would be a shame to have to kill you y/n. Don’t disappoint me.” He spoke leaving the room too.

Now that everyone, including the guards were gone I allowed myself to collapse onto the floor. My whole body shook violently. The absolute terror I felt consumed me and I felt like I would suffocate under the weight of my own fear. I tried calming myself but my normal methods only seemed to make my panic worse. Finally, after far too long I decided to think of the one person that I knew I shouldn’t.

His face appeared in my mind. His steel eyes filled with love just for me. His soft raven hair that suited him perfectly. His lips that use to capture mine every day. His scar that he hated but filled me with so much warmth for him. To me this man was perfection manifest, and once he was all mine. I remember the way he use to hold me when I needed comfort. How warm he was and the scent that he wore. How his raspy voice always made me smile and blush.

The images of my husband flashed through my mind like a peaceful dream. Somehow even though he wasn’t here, he managed to calm me. My breathing steadied and my nerves were more manageable. The realization hit me hard as tears were streaming from my face. The feeling that I buried for so long now was finally coming back. The feeling of missing someone so precious. The feeling of missing my beloved, Crocodile.

“I wish you were here to take me away.” I whispered feeling defeated and utterly hopeless.

After a few more moments, I dried my tears and began walking back to my room. My body felt completely drained of energy. My steps felt so heavy uneven that I was sure that I was going to fall. However, no such thing happened. Soon I finally made it to my room on the other side of the palace. I landed straight onto my bed and as soon as I did, I felt sleep completely consume me. Soon I allowed my body to rest getting the sleep I desperately needed not knowing when I would be able to sleep now that I’m trapped by my deranged brother.

Meanwhile…

Crocodile’s Pov

“Mr 1, have you found a good man for the job?” I asked my friend hoping that finally we’d be able to accomplish this task.

“Yes sir, I found a man named Mr. Brown whose devil fruit will be perfect for this special operation.” Mr. 1 spoke with confidence.

“Hmm, good then…” I paused looking at Mr. 1. “Let’s go get my wife back.” I said smiling with anticipation of saving my y/n from her deranged brother.

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[hayhenna]

"Falling Apart"

Life on the Oro Jackson was never dull, but today was especially ridiculous.

“ACHOO!”

With a violent sneeze, Buggy’s left arm detached and flopped onto the deck.

“Ah, crap—wait, no!”

Before Buggy could react, his right leg gave out, his torso slid sideways, and his head rolled clean off his shoulders, landing with a dull thud at Shanks’ feet. His limbs were now scattered around him like a poorly assembled action figure.

Shanks stared down, holding back a laugh. "Well, that’s new."

Buggy’s floating hand weakly flipped him off.

"I swear to Roger, if you laugh, I’ll—ACHOO!" His nose popped off this time.

Shanks finally lost it, doubling over with laughter. “Buggy, you’re literally falling apart.”

“No shit, genius,” Buggy groaned. His detached arms twitched, but no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t reconnect properly. His powers were too weak from the fever. “Ugh, I can’t even put myself back together! This sucks.”

Shanks bent down, scooping up Buggy’s head and holding it in his hands. Buggy’s cheeks were flushed—not from embarrassment (yet) but from the fever burning him up.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed before we lose more pieces of you,” Shanks said.

Buggy let out a tired grumble. “No way. I don’t need your help.”

Shanks gave him a pointed look. "Buggy. You are literally disassembled on the floor."

"…Fine."

Getting Buggy to the infirmary was an adventure on its own.

Shanks had to carry Buggy’s head under his arm while gathering his limbs one by one, all while dodging the amused looks of the crew. At one point, he nearly tripped on Buggy’s knee rolling across the deck.

“Oi, Shanks,” one of the crew members called. “That’s some puzzle you got there.”

“Shut it!” Buggy’s head snapped, but it just made him cough.

By the time they reached the infirmary, Buggy was too exhausted to complain anymore. Shanks pieced him back together the best he could—some parts still refused to attach properly, leaving Buggy’s hand backward and his foot twitching randomly.

“Looks like you’re gonna be a little crooked for a while,” Shanks teased.

Buggy shot him a tired glare but didn’t have the energy to argue. He just sank into the bed, exhaling heavily.

Shanks sat beside him, watching as Buggy’s usual fiery attitude dimmed under his exhaustion. For the first time, Buggy looked… peaceful.

“You’re being quiet,” Shanks said, folding his arms. “That’s kinda weird.”

Buggy huffed weakly. “Too tired to yell at you, dumbass.”

Silence stretched between them, comfortable but unfamiliar. Then, Buggy muttered something so low that Shanks almost missed it.

“…I’m glad it’s you.”

Shanks blinked. “Huh?”

Buggy turned his feverish gaze toward him trying to reach his hand. "If someone had to take care of me… I’d rather it be you."

Shanks’ heart skipped a beat.

Buggy’s usual sharp, taunting expression was softer now, his long eyelashes casting shadows against his flushed cheeks. His pale skin was tinged pink, the fever making his chest rise and fall faster than usual, each breath shaky. A bead of sweat slipped down from beneath his headband, trailing along his temple before disappearing into his messy blue hair.

Shanks swallowed. He had seen Buggy angry, smug, cackling like a madman—but this? This was new. And it made his pulse hammer in his ears.

“W-Where is this coming from?” Shanks asked, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up his neck.

Buggy sighed, half-laughing. “Remember that time I tried to storm off during a fight, but my legs went the other way, and you had to chase them down?”

Shanks grinned, forcing himself to focus. “Oh yeah. That was hilarious.”

Buggy rolled his eyes but smirked a little. “Yeah, well… you always pick up my pieces, huh?”

Shanks’ throat went dry. There was something about the way Buggy said it—so casual, but so genuine.

Before he could figure out what to say, Buggy leaned in slightly and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Shanks’ brain completely short-circuited.

“…!!!”

Buggy smirked at his reaction. "Ha. You’re blushing."

Shanks, still flustered, grumbled, “You definitely aren’t sick enough if you’re still teasing me.”

Buggy chuckled, but his eyelids were drooping now, exhaustion finally winning. As he drifted off, Shanks watched over him, his own hand brushing over where Buggy had kissed him.

…Yeah. This wasn’t so bad.

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End ♥️🩵

[merbear25]

Monster trio, cross guild, and Ace reaction to seeing their s/o being good with children and having a strong maternal instinct when she sees children? And also her having baby fever every time she sees a baby lmao xD

Hello there! I thought this was a cute idea! I got a bit emotional thinking about this Anyway! Since you had more than 3 characters, I chose the ones I had the most ideas for. Thank you for sending in this request. I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

CW: fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, headcanons

A natural mother x Cross Guild

Mihawk

Despite not having considered starting a family prior to meeting you, it was difficult for him to ignore how much warmth he felt when he saw how sweet you were with children. You were in your element when you were with them. There was no denying that.

Each laugh you shared with them, each cuddle only deepened this feeling growing inside him. There were times you fawned over how cute this or that child was, talking about how lovely it would be to start a family. Although he didn’t contribute much to those monologues, he took each word you spoke seriously.

The times you held babies you looked down at them with such softness and spoke to them with such care. They were so small and fragile, but in your arms they looked safe.

This eventually led to a long conversation; one that needed to be had. You both took the time to discuss the possibility of starting a family together. He wasn’t opposed to the idea at all. In fact, he felt there was no one better to have one with than you.

Crocodile

He never saw himself as a potential father. It wasn’t something that he thought would be in his cards, so having you as a s/o was making him put more thought into whether or not it was something he wanted.

The moments you shared with some of the children you encountered had him questioning his stance on raising a family. He’d sneak glances every now and then, not wanting you to catch him admiring your patience and care towards them.

Although you were admittedly a natural - born to be a mother in fact - he was apprehensive. It wasn’t that he thought you wouldn’t make a fabulous mother or that he didn’t want to see little versions of you running around. He just didn’t quite see himself as a father figure, at least not yet.

When you finally talked about it, there were slightly hurt feelings. He wasn’t exactly saying no to having a family, but it wasn’t right for him now. He reminded you how much you meant to him, and if there was anyone who would bear his children, it would be you.

Buggy

There were many things he thought were wonderful about you, one of which was your natural talent dealing with children. Even if he got irritated with kids every now and then, he really did like them. They were just tiny people who wanted to have fun and enjoy life after all.

That being said, he had his reservations about being a father and seeing you be the most well-suited future mother he’d ever seen really put those to the test. The gentleness in your voice, the time you took out of your day to draw with them, and how excited they got when they saw you, all of which were moments that stood out to him.

He felt guilty to an extent. Here you were, this beauty who had a heart of gold and so much love to give not being given the family you so rightly deserved. Even with these moments of self-doubt, he loved watching you with them.

Eventually, you took notice of the growing dark cloud over him, which led to this important discussion. You reassured him that he would make a wonderful father. He wanted to take your word for it. If you thought that about him, then surely it was true.