#buggy the uncle that stepped up

[suroen]

Hes a buggy hater fr😭😭😭😭

[alexa-yukiyu]

I've finally reached the point in the anime where the cross guild is formed and addicted🙌

I don't mihawk wouldn't even think about letting buggy near child!reader, but what if reader snuck off to one of buggys shows and got caught by crocodile and/or mihawk?

Circus Escapade ( Cross guild x Gn!Dracule!child!Reader)

A/N Finished my essay ya’ll!! So I made this for you guys, sorry it took so long anon! Also idk how I feel about it, no idea why but the first word that comes to mind is surreal?

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which means Reader in Japanese.

Dividers by @/saradika

Dokucha knew that what they were doing was likely to get them in trouble not only with their dad but their uncle would not be the happiest either

But they just wanted one small peek of the show, a small peek at what happened behind the tarp; that’s all they wanted

They grin, popping their head slowly over their hiding spot and watching as the different acts went about performing

The stage was filled with different acts performing, each one seemingly more outrageous than the other; some were dangerous, some were more comedic, and a few even seemed a bit off to the audience…but that was the point; it’s a circus after all

A new act has now taken the center stage, the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn as Buggy himself came out, using his devil fruit ability to perform various tricks

They grin, giggling at his comedic actions, watching enthralled as the different body parts move around independently

Buggy’s comedic act continued; his body parts continued moving all around, one arm reaching over, picking at his teeth, and one of his legs would do a silly little kick before each body part would come together again.

His act was rather amusing, and as the act reached his peak, he came over to the podium, extending his arms toward the audience

“Hahaha!! Applause, Applause, Applause!!,” he screamed, waving his arms around, trying to get the audience to clap for him

They laughed along with the audience, gleefully enjoying the act until they felt something lift them up

They squeak as they suddenly are brought right up to the ringmaster himself

“Well, looks like we have a break-in!” Buggy laughs but stills as he takes a closer look at them

“W-Wait, you’re Mihawk’s-

“Clown.”

Everyone turns their head at the sudden entrance of the ex-warlords; the circus growing eerily quiet, everyone too afraid to move a muscle in fear of angering the duo more

“Buggy…” Mihawk seethes, his eyebrows knit together, his tone of voice dangerously eery

Crocodile, while maintaining his usual stoic expression, holds back a low grow

Buggy’s expression changed when he saw the two enter, his body parts freezing into place, his eyes widening slightly as he gulped, his voice growing quieter as he spoke

“Cro-Crocodile, Mihawk…”

Buggy gulped, taking a few steps back as he spoke, “I ca- I can explain!”

“Do you think I care for explanations?” Mihawk glares at Buggy, his gaze becoming sharp; he takes a step closer

“W-Wait, I swear I had nothing to do with this. I didn’t bring them here!”

“Your hand on them tells a different story,” he growls, ripping way the hand from Dokucha and embracing them

“Tha-I swear I can explain. I didn’t know.”

“Dokucha.”

They flinch at their father's sharp tone, and although they were aware that the anger was not directed at them, they were also going to get one hell of a scolding

“Go to your room; I will come to talk to you after I'm done with him.”

They nod

“Sorry Papa”

“Now you,” Mihawk said coldly, looking at Buggy, who just stood there, sweating profusely, his entire body shaking in fear as the duo advanced on him.

“H-Hey, I'm sure we can talk this out.”

The last thing Dokucha heard as they flew out of the tent was the cries of the mercy of the crown; they flinched at the sound

“Oops…”

Did buggy probably die? Yeah, is everything Dokusha said to that oops? Yeah cause their a menace

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[diminuel]

Big fan of you just casually throwing children across the the entire grandkids towards various characters because of the insane implications this would have on various family ties.

Dragon being Rogers son and periodically being thrown onto Rogers ship by Garp When he wants some piece and quiet to toughen him up may imply he got to meet Shanks and Buggy at some point, who are kind of sort of but not really but also yes Rogers adoptive kids, which in turn would make them sort of step brothers, which in turn would kind of sort of but not really mean that they are both Crocodiles brothers in law but ALSO sort of Luffys uncles, which I imagine they both would have wildly different reactions too. Not even bringing Ace into this because what the fuck would that even make him in the stinky child au? When the kid you adopted may also be your brother in law and your biological child’s uncle once removed is the literal clown you’re working with. The longer he thinks about it the more he turns into the meme of the woman doing math.

I'm just here to cause chaos I think X'D

Though I think by the time Roger finds Shanks (and I don't know how he comes across Buggy) Dragon is already 17 so he'd probably no longer get thrown on Roger's ship. I think by that time he's probably already been enlisted into the Marines (so now some body else's problem *lol*) But he might still encounter them because Garp will probably continue clashing with Roger because he has no other hobbies.

Either way Crocodile is regretting his life choices. Like when he got together with Dragon he probably knew nothing about him. Just a loner guy with no last name but one hell of a mission. And now this? X'D

(Also, this is not taking into consideration what kind of messed up background Crocodile could be from, there are various theories from being Whitebeard's kid to being Rock's kid to being Shakky & Rayleigh's kid to being from a complete no name bloodline. Like... maybe Crocodile is the only "normal" person in that whole circus of a family tree.)

(Side thought about Shanks. I wonder if he had any idea who Luffy was *lol*)

[mjrtaurus]

About half a year after Dragon got himself back on his feet from the boys moving out, he's at the store as usual when he sees a little plush crocodile marching along top of one of the floor displays, very clearly being moved by a child on the other side. At first he doesn't think much of it besides a fond smirk at the memories it brings of his boys doing similar antics when they were younger.

Except when this boy walks out from around the corner, his breath hitches. He looks practically identical to....

No, it can't be. His eyes are playing tricks on him. When the boy catches sight of him with violet eyes he beams and comes running up to him with that clumsy little toddler shuffle to say he likes Dragon's earrings.

And that's when he hears a voice he thought would be nothing but a memory.

"Gabriel! Hayati, you can't just wander off like that! You're going to get lo-"

Dragon knows it's cheesy as all hell, but Crocodile has hardly changed at all. Okay, maybe they do have a little bit of a matching salt and pepper thing going on and he definitely has a few new rings (gods, are any of them engagement rings? please please don't let there be an engagement ring). But other than that... it's like stepping back in time.

The little boy, Gabriel, is the son of Crocodile's half-sister. They were never close, in fact Crocodile only had the vaguest memories of her to begin with. But after her death, Crocodile was contacted as her only living relative. Gabriel's father wasn't in the picture and the boy is so young that he's naturally assumed Crocodile is his baba. Doesn't seem like he can be convinced otherwise either. Must be the family stubbornness.

Crocodile couldn't begin to say why he took Gabe in. What qualifications, and more importantly what right did he possibly have to care for a child when he couldn't even raise his own son? Maybe it was because he couldn't that fate had given him this second chance? And it turns out he's not completely terrible at it.

Buggy was the reason they were out here. He needed Crocodile's help with some circus business and Croc didn't have time to get a babysitter for Gabe, so family road trip. He was so preoccupied with juggling everything that he hadn't even considered the possibility that he might run into Dragon.

But he has.

He's... he's still so handsome. If he hates Crocodile's guts (of course he does, he would have to be utterly bereft of brain cells not to), his eyes aren't showing it.

“Baba… do you know this guy?” Little violet eyes, the picture perfect copy of his half-uncle’s look Dragon up and down with curiosity. Suspicion, too.

“Y-… yeah. Yeah, I know him.” Why was Dragon still looking at him like that? Why was he not giving him shit for bailing out on him and the baby? Why was he smiling in that stupidly handsome way of his where it made sun-worn skin crease and dimple?

“It’s good to see you again, Coração.” And oh, if that little pet-name didn’t have Crocodile just as flustered as when he first heard it… There was going to be a lot of catching up to do, now that Dragon had locked him in place with that one.

And no, as it turned out, none of those rings were engagement rings. Somebody by the name of one Donquixote Doflamingo tried, but Crocodile wasn’t about to get himself trapped in that pink spider’s web.

[twola]

Yo yo yo! I have a request. Do Arthur x f!reader where he's teaching her to fish because Hosea/Dutch has found out shes weirdly squirmy about fish but she's being a reluctant brat about things and Arthur loses his temper 'GODDAMMIT wOmAn!' Style. Make its as unhinged smutty as you please (so a LOT 😏) Thank you! 😘😘😘

Ooh. Well now - I do not like fish that much, so this isn’t a stretch for me 😂 This was super fun!! I hope you enjoy.

Gone Fishin'

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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As Arthur reaches the end of his convalescence after his run-in with Colm O’Driscoll, Hosea has a task for him - teach one of the girls how to fish. The task, he finds out, is a little harder than he imagined. Also, he’s a little harder than he imagined. 

Lemoyne was warm. Warm and humid, buggy, and miserable. Arthur’s work shirt stuck to his skin, even after shedding his full union suit underneath his clothes, he’s still too damn hot. 

He’s hot and bored.

The pain in his shoulder is just a niggle at this point, but Grimshaw refused to let him go work again, even though the wound has closed up, scabbed over, and is scarred with new pink skin. 

Three more days, Grimshaw pointed at him, and with that tone that he knew he would catch hell from her if he disobeyed.

But he’s past languishing under the shade of his tent. Idleness may suit a drunk like Uncle - but not a man like him. He is a man of action.

He needs to do something. Or he is going to go crazy.

-

“Oh, come on, dear. It’s relaxing.”

“Hosea, I don’t do fish. I don’t like eatin’ them, and I sure as hell wouldn’t like catching them.” You huff, standing at the end of the dock. 

Hosea sits next to you, a fishing pole in his hand as his feet dangle over the side of the dock. You fiddle with your skirts as you gaze out at the lake, the water glinting in the afternoon sun.

“It’s an art, dear girl.”

You scowl down at him, “Fish are disgusting.” 

He laughs, “Oh, you. We’re on a lake, you’re gonna have to get used to fish real soon, missy.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s hot, and you wear just a simple white chemise top tucked into your cotton skirt, baring your arms and decolletage to the sun, a welcome opportunity after almost freezing to death in the Grizzlies. 

Hosea looks back toward the camp, where he sees Arthur mulling about. An idea strikes him, genius, as his ideas often are. He stands up, and waves over to the recovering gunslinger, “Arthur, c’mere! Got somethin’ for you to do!”

“No- Hosea,” you whisper harshly, clenching your fists in your skirts, “What are you doing?”

Arthur approaches the end of the dock, running his hand through his long beard, not having shaved in weeks at this point. “Hosea,” He grunts, then looks to you, “Miss.”

“Dear, you need to learn the fine art of fishing. And Arthur over here? He needs somethin’ to do other than sit around pissin’ off Grimshaw.” Hosea waves his free hand toward the camp,

Hosea claps Arthur’s back with his free hand, then turning and tugging you toward the gunslinger on the dock.

“Now you kids take the boat and get on out there, it’ll do both of you some good.”

“Wait wait, wasn’t it you and Dutch makin’ fun of me for the trout incident? I shouldn’t be teaching anyone how to fish.” Arthur shakes his head.

“Nonsense, boy. You caught plenty last time we went out. Besides, it’ll get you out of camp.”

“Fine.” Arthur groans, grabbing the fishing rod from the older man’s outstretched hand.

“Hosea-”  You whine, but your benefactor nods his head, cutting you off.

“Go on.” 

You roll your eyes, following Arthur as he steps into the rowboat moored at the dock, taking his outstretched hand, and helping you step into the small boat.

“You kids have fun now.” Hosea waves, a smile on his face.

Arthur grunts, picking up the oars and pushing off from the dock. You sit in the bow of the rowboat, scowling, as Arthur rows away from the camp, scanning the horizon. A hushed quiet falls as he guides the boat southbound, the camp becoming smaller and smaller as he rows deeper out into the lake.

“Why do you want to learn how to fish?”

“I don’t.” You huff, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Then why the hell are we out here?” Arthur stops rowing, a scowl also settling in on his face.

“Cause you can’t say no to Hosea.”

“Looks like neither can you.”

An awkward silence settles in between you.

“Well, we’re out here now. Might as well make the best of it.” Arthur says, pulling the oars into the hull of the boat and picking up the fishing rod. He holds it out to you.

You let out an exasperated sigh, refusing to uncross your arms.

Arthur grumbles, adjusting the hat on his head, before drawing the rod back and pulling a feathered lure from his pocket, placing it on the hook. He casts the line further out into the lake. 

“Didn’t really plan on fishin’ today, otherwise I’d have some live bait - worms or crickets or whatnot.” He turns back to you, tugging on the rod slightly, glancing back as the lure bobs in the water.

You glower, scrunching your nose at the mention of live bait.

“I hate fish.” You grit out.

“Oh, hush.” Arthur chides. The line pulls, and he feels something bite.

“Here ya go!” He pulls back the line, the fish hanging in the air. With a grin, he swings the pole in your direction, the bluegill flopping on the line, getting closer to your head.

You scream, standing up in the boat and batting the fish away from your face, causing Arthur to jerk to the side, dropping the fishing pole in surprise. The boat violently bobs side to side with your movement.

“Goddamnit, woman!” Arthur yells, nearly falling over the side of the boat as he tries to catch the pole that you batted away from him.

“I told you I don’t like fish!” You screech, sitting back down slowly as the boat bucks. 

“That’s it, Christ; you’re such a goddamn brat!” Arthur throws the pole within the hull of the boat and grabs the oars, thrusting them into the water forcefully. He heaves the oars, forcing the boat forward as he angrily pulls and pushes back toward the shore, breathing heavily as he propels the boat through the water.

“Arthur - wait-”

“Waste of my goddamn time,” He continues, fuming. It actually feels good to work his muscles like this.

“Arthur!”

By then, it’s too late. The boat hits a sandbar and beaches itself, and the speed at which Arthur was rowing causes the boat to lurch violently, sending you flying forward into his body, and you both tumble to the hull of the boat, a jumble of limbs and your skirts.

Arthur pushes you up, and you nearly fall backward with the force of his shove.

He swears as you get your footing, sitting up and looking for the oars as he pulls himself back up to his seat.

The oars are nowhere to be found. He probably dropped them when he beached the damn boat. Actually, as he squints, he sees one floating away from the sandbar, back toward the middle of the lake.

“Shit.” He curses.

“You idiot.”  You sneer at him, lifting your boot to find it wet with lakewater, a hole having sprung in the bottom of the hull, the wood splintered as water rushes in. You hike up your skirts as the level of water rises within the boat.

Arthur jumps out of the boat, grumbling, looking this way and that as you climb out as well. The sandbar the boat is beached upon is on one of the small islands off the shore of the lake, a good fifty feet to the mainland. He curses to himself as he looks back into the boat, the hull filling with water.

“Now what?” You ask critically as you let your skirts down, following him as he stalks along the island’s shore. 

He doesn’t answer, looking around at the sandy ground beneath his boots.

“Watch out for the snake.” He points at the ground next to you, and your eyes dart downward as a brown water moccasin slithers by.

You scream, jumping toward him in fear away from the snake as it glides away into the water, and in a jumble of limbs, you’re somehow climbing the man as he stumbles backward.

“Get me out of here!”

Arthur tries to have some sort of propriety as he tries to regain his balance, but it’s hard when the only hold on you he can get is to loop his hands under the backs of your thighs. You’re clutching at his shoulders, trying to get yourself off of the ground, and end up finding purchase on him by wrapping your legs around his hips, your skirts askew as you pant in terror.

“Fuckin’ stop-” Arthur grunts, stumbling backwards, finally losing his battle with gravity as you and he tumble into a sand dune. His hat flies off, rolling on its rim in a circle, finally settling a few feet away.

Of course, of course, it couldn’t suit him to land in any kind of proper or decent way. No, no, he had to land completely on top of you, slotted between your hips, your skirts creeping up while his traitorous, immature, villainous cock swells at the pressure of his weight against your clothed cunt.

The air has been knocked out of your lungs, but beneath him, you gasp as he tries to move. Your knees frame him, skirts fallen to your hips to show your skin. Your arms are still thrown around his shoulders as he tries to push himself up, his hands slipping in the sand, causing him to crumble down on you, his hips fully pressing down on yours.

Shit. Shit.

He’s trying to think of anything - rotten meat, Uncle’s laundry - anything to stave off the growing erection tenting within his pants. But alas, he is a slave to his own biology, as his cock stiffens and his blood rushes into his groin.

You stare up at him. His eyes dart away in embarrassment, a blush deepening on his cheeks.

Then, you do something that throws him even further into this pit of arousal he finds himself in.

You slowly roll your hips against him and he cannot help but to let out a low moan in response and press his swollen cock against you harder.

Christ, your hair has fallen from its bun, spread out on the sandy soil of this island like some sort of halo.

Two minutes ago he wanted to throttle you. Now, underneath him, he wants to make you gasp and cry and oh, to say his name in a high whine-

“Fuck-” he curses, but before he can go any further, your hands move from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and you pull downward gently - not enough to move him, but enough to give him permission.

He waits for a moment, searching your wide eyes, your open, wet lips, and in that moment, he throws caution to the wind and leans down to slot his lips against yours. You continue to roll your hips against him, crossing your ankles over his back in a surefire sign of what you wanted, whining into his mouth.

And fuck, if he wasn’t going to give it to you.

As he leans back on his knees, sliding his arms from around your waist, he paws his suspenders down and starts unbuttoning his pants, desperate to free his swollen cock. He grunts with a hint of satisfaction as he pulls his length from his pants, closing his eyes as he strokes himself several times. He faintly recognizes your squirming beneath him, and when he’s opened his eyes again, hand still on his cock, he’s struck by what he sees. You’ve shimmied down your bloomers, skirts flipped up and over your hips, pooling across your waist.

Your folds glisten with moisture, and his hips jut forward near uncontrollably, his cock seeking out your warmth, his body yearning to bury itself within your hips.

“Y- you sure-?” One last chance - one more opportunity to back away from the precipice - to realize that you are both being ridiculous - one second ready to kill each other, the next…

“Arthur please.”

Well, there goes his reservations.

One of his large hands spreads out over your hip, the other around the base of his cock, and he presses the swollen, dripping head of his cock against your folds, trailing downwards as he parts them to your opening, groaning in pleasure as he slips in half an inch.

His hand leaves his cock as he leans back over you, arm landing next to your shoulder, as he gently presses his hips forward, sliding in as you shut your eyes in overstimulation. By the time his hips press against your own and he’s sheathed in you to the hilt, your eyes flutter open as you let out a breath you were holding. Arthur’s other arm comes up to bracket you in, his mouth hanging open as a strand of his honeyed-brown hair falls forward between his eyes.

He lowers himself down to his elbows to press himself completely against you, seeking out your lips again as he bucks his hips forward, causing you to mewl into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers threading into his long hair, grasping it tightly as he settles into a rhythm of rolling his hips back and forth.

You pull on his hair and he groans, thrusting hard into you in response. Seems like you aren’t over your surly mood. He finds a hard and punishing rhythm, again feeling good to work his muscles after his convalescence.  It had been much longer than that since he’s worked these particular muscles.

“A-Arthur-” You moan loudly as he continually strokes that spot within you. He grunts in response, pulling his cock nearly out of your cunt before slamming his hips back into you.

You shriek in pleasure, and for a moment he’s thankful he’s marooned the two of you on this island yards away from the shore of the lake.

“Y’gonna come for me?” He harshly whispers into your ear, “Y’gonna come on my cock?”

That does it.

You cry out, back arching against him, head thrown back into the grassy dune, a high keening sound that makes him moan helplessly in response, gyrating his hips as your cunt clenches hard around his length, warm and wet and perfect.

“Fuck - fuck - woman…” He groans, rutting forward as you come down from your high, his cock pulsing and covered in your warm slick, and he is forced to pull himself from you, gliding out as he sits back on his knees and starts to pump himself.

You look up and god, is he a sight. His hips buck forward as he strokes his length, his mouth hanging open and muscles of his abdomen clenching under his shirt tails. A low moan escapes him as his other hand flies to cover the head of his cock, and he comes with his eyes screwed shut, looming over you.

He pants, for several moments, before opening his eyes. You sit up, needing, needing more, and you loop your hands around his neck again and pull his lips to yours, pressing your tongue into his mouth. He grunts in surprise, but leans into the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours.

You pull back, a smile creeping across your face, and as he opens his eyes, he cannot help the same.

“Is that how your lessons always end?” You laugh as he tucks himself away with his clean hand, leaning to the side to wipe his other hand in the grass as a half a smile creeps across his face.

“Only when the student is difficult.” He rumbles, tucking his shirt back into his pants as you start to pull your skirts down over your thighs.

“Mm.. I do remember you offering to teach me to shoot before Blackwater.”

Arthur arches an eyebrow as he rebuttons his pants and slides his suspenders back up. “Y’gonna be a brat about it?”

“Of course.”

He smirks, reaching for his hat on his knees. You push yourself up to stand, shaking your skirt free of sand and grass as you look for where you tossed your bloomers in your fit of passion.

“Arthur.”

“Mhm?” He replies, running his hand through his long hair before placing his hat back on his head.

“How are we going to get back to shore?”

-

Hosea smokes a cigarette sitting by the scout fire, the sun having gone down some time ago.

He’s starting to feel a niggle of concern that the two of you aren’t back. The both of you can certainly take care of yourselves.

You’re stalking back toward your tent, your clothes soaking wet, hair plastered down your neck. You refuse to give Hosea even a passing glance as you head back to the women’s tent.

Hosea arches an eyebrow as Arthur walks closer, also fuming. Also soaking wet. The gunslinger looks at Hosea briefly before carrying on.

“Lesson didn’t go as planned.”

[kookie-doughs]

Daddy Cupid

Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 3: Cupid's Aim

The morning arrives, and you find yourself grumbling, knowing that your date is just around the corner. The thought of yet another attempt by your father to play matchmaker has you feeling less than enthusiastic about the day ahead.

As you check your phone, you find messages from various people. Shanks sends you a congratulations for your date, Smoker and Buggy both wish you good luck, and your dad sends you a reminder. You sigh and reluctantly get out of bed. Your date is in just three hours, so you decide to start getting ready, mentally preparing yourself for what lies ahead.

For your date, you decide to go with a cute and casual look that's both comfortable and stylish. You choose a knee-length, floral-print sundress with a cinched waist that flatters your figure. Pair it with a light denim jacket for a touch of warmth if needed.

To complete the look, slip on some white sneakers for comfort during your date. Keep your accessories minimal with a delicate necklace and a few bangle bracelets. Finish it off with a crossbody bag for practicality, and you're ready to go with a charming and effortless outfit.

After spending a bit more time on your makeup than you anticipated, you finally finish getting ready, and you're satisfied with the way you look. With your cute outfit and makeup in place, you're now good to go for your date, feeling confident and prepared for whatever the day may bring.

Feeling better about the day and your appearance, you step out of your apartment with confidence. However, your confidence is short-lived as you accidentally bump into someone in the hallway. You look up to see that it's Perona.

"Ah! Sorry, miss!" she apologize.

You waves off her apology with a smile. "It's fine, sweetie, but you really shouldn't run in the halls."

She explain hurriedly, "I need to get to Zoro, miss. Sorry, but my dad will kill me if I'm late!"

You nods understandingly, and you continue on your way, hoping to avoid any further delays on this already eventful day. You ran to get on the elevator.

You quickly press the hold button on the elevator as someone calls out to hold it. To your surprise, it's Mihawk who steps inside.

"Thanks for holding," he acknowledges.

You smile at him. "No problem."

"By the way, have you seen the kids anywhere? They ran off after taking my wallet."

You can't help but hold back a laugh as you remember the incident. "Ah, so that's why they were in such a hurry. I think they took the stairs," you inform him, sharing a knowing look about the mischievous kids.

You take a moment to check your phone, hoping to see if your date has sent you any messages. However, you roll your eyes in annoyance when you realize he hasn't.

Mihawk notices your formal attire and makes an observation, "You're dressed formally today. I'll assume it's another date arranged by your father?"

You respond with a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah, it's so tiring. But alas, he always wins." You motion at your dress, highlighting the fact that you're once again going along with your father's matchmaking schemes.

Mihawk offers a supportive smile and says, "Well, let's hope you dressed nicely for something worth your while this time."

As the elevator doors open, he steps out, and you follow suit. After exchanging your goodbyes, you continue on with your day, hoping that this date arranged by your father will at least be an interesting one.

You arrive at the coffee shop, and Law, who is manning the cashier, greets you with a smirk. He takes note of your attire and can't resist making a comment.

"Your date hasn't come in yet," he remarks teasingly.

You roll your eyes and reply, "Shut up."

Law leans in conspiratorially, "Is it my uncle? I saw him getting ready this morning."

You groan in exasperation, saying, "I will literally jump off a cliff."

Law chuckles and decides, "Well, I'm not taking your order until your date comes, so go and take your spot."

With a sigh, you follow Law's instructions and head to your designated spot, prepared to wait for your date's arrival.

As you wait for your date, you occupy yourself by scrolling through your phone. You take note of various posts, ranging from your friends' daily updates to adorable pictures of other people's kids. You even stumble upon a post from your ex-boyfriend, which brings back some memories and mixed feelings.

"How come he doesn't have to go through these stupid dates..."

Law calls you over after a few minutes, and you walk over to him. He points in the direction of a man seated at a table. You observe the man, noting his tall and slim yet muscular build, arched eyebrows, and a close-shaved goatee. His shoulder-length wavy black hair gives him a distinct appearance. He's dressed in a two-piece black suit with the sleeves casually rolled up, wearing black leather shoes, and a white tie and handkerchief tucked into the breast pocket.

You stare at the man, unsure whether he's your date or not. You slowly approach him and tap his shoulder.

As the man lifts his head and his eyes lock with yours, he stares at you intently. You start to feel a bit nervous under his gaze and let out a nervous laugh.

"Are you waiting for someone? Perhaps a date?" you ask, breaking the silence.

He shakes his head, face slowly turning red as he cleared his throat. "N-No, I am not. Sorry, I just..."

You chuckle, "I see. Well, sorry for bothering you. I thought you were my date with how you're dressed."

The man keeps his eyes fixed on you, seemingly mesmerized, and takes a deep breath before asking, "May I get your name?"

You chuckle softly at his admiration and reply, "Of course, it's-"

Your conversation with the man is interrupted when you hear your phone chime. You look at the notification.

Seeing it was a text from your date you rolled your eyes.

You shoot a "K" reply and grumbled. Looking down on your outfit and get up you frowned.

"Uhm..." The man got your attention. "I'm Rob Lucci."

"Y/N." You offer your hand and he takes it. "Sorry, I'm really upset right now..."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"My date ditched me." You raise your hand and Law understood.

Frustrated by the events, you decide to take a seat at Lucci's table. You vent your frustration by posting about how your date ditched you on social media, making sure to hide the post from your dad's friends to avoid any further meddling in your love life.

Previous | Masterlist

Hey guyssss!! This is the end of these parts you need to go to the masterlist and select which route you want to go to!

Obviously they're not all going to be written at once I'll write them one at a time and uploads will come every monday. I'm not gonna post chapter for marco and a chapter for that and for that guy every monday only one chapter the character varies with whoever I felt like writing </3 i hope you'll understand its to keep myself from dropping this story

I'll write whoever I want to write first I'm not going to follow the arrangement on the masterlist >< unless you request a character to come first

I hope youll enjoy this story thank you for your support!

-kookiedoughs

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[richeeduvie]

I like to think Baby Jr is perfectly behaved until one time Uncle Kendall tries to scoop her up (as in, still believing there’s no reason for this kid to not like him, honestly he just wouldn’t respect her boundaries or care at all but imagine one time he just scoops her up thinking she’s just shy) and baby Jr basically kicks him in the chest or something and she runs to hide behind her mom.

Roman would love this. He’s laughing like a hyena.

She's mming when Kendall comes towards her. She runs away with tiny legs and patters. Roman smiles slightly.

"Stop harassing my kid."

They're at some event, Baby Jr makes uppy hands for Baby.

"Just for a minute."

In the minute, Baby puts kisses onto her daughter's cheeks. It's sweet and Roman gets a bit more smiley.

"Kendall, stop with the buggy eyes."

"I think she should learn-what the fuck?"

Roman's flicked him.

"I've allowed you to be my brother after you've ruined like...everything. You don't reference my daughter to tell me she needs to learn something. She's right to be scared of you and you should move on because she is...I don't know if you've seen, but she's a toddler."

Kendall shakes his head, barely blinking as the day goes on. But then Baby Jr's just toddling around with her mommy and daddy, shy with all of the people, but she's happy.

Going up the stairs are a struggle for her little legs, Kendall can see that, but he decides to help her. And take her off guard.

He takes her hand and picks her up to go up the rest of the stairs.

"Fuck!"

It's a hard, hollow thud to his chest as Baby Jr kicks him, she falls down but it's a short fall before she runs up to catch her mommy, but it's just before he stumbles - one sight of a man silently falling down five steps of stairs backwards, each step is him trying to catch himself. Cameras flash.

Roman laughs high. The sound is giggly, and torturous for Kendall.

"Kendall! Are you okay?! Baby, you can't do that. That wasn't nice, you should've asked him to put you down."

Baby Jr hides behind Baby's leg, hugging her shin.

"And you used to be the savior of woman. I-" Roman has to catch him breath as Kendall grips the railing. "Aren't you the guy who wanted to teach Waystar that no means no? Jesu-"

He wipes a tear away. Baby's at the top of the stairs with their daughter, Roman's at the bottom. He shouts across.

"Tell her I love her. That was great."

"Roman."

"Loeeee you, Daddy. N' Mommy."

Baby sighs and Kendall coughs.

[wordy-little-witch]

What are the Strawhat Pirates reaction to Atlas?

All in all?

I can really see Nami and Zoro being Wildly Uncertain About This Child. For one, he's a tiny Buggy Seraphim. For another, he's.... gosh he's kinda dripping with trauma somehow?? Not sure how to react to all of that, really.

Zoror eventually settles on semi-distant acceptance. His not-dad adopted this one so it's kind of like having a step brother? Adopted brother? Small sibling. He doesn't know. Kid's pretty funny though, he's about this.

Nami meanwhile oscillates between Indifference and Wanting To Be The Cool Cousin. She isn't sure how to react or treat the kid ((interacting with children is.... wonky for her)). But once she and Atlas both warm up to each other, That's Her Best Friend. Matching sunglasses, both sipping fancy coffee/juice, Heavily Judging the fashion sense of those around them. ((Nami also knows SOME sign bc after Belle-mére's death, she had a stint of being semi verbal and Hachi taught her some)).

Usopp is SO EXCITED and also high key terrified. Kids, to him, kinda.... circumvent the Horrors. 11/10 Babysitter, cries when Atlas dubs him big brother Usopp, can and will put this child in his bag and go on "'"adventures"'". He's honestly less intimidated by Atlas than he is Birdie and Angel, but very quickly warms up to all three. Is one of the boys' most favorite Strawhats.

Sanji takes one look at this kid and goes "Oh. What the fuck happened here???" Atlas has some trauma red flags, and given that he is currently being raised by Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile, he kind of immediately gets suspicious and defensive with them. Soon warms up and realizes that they are not in fact hurting the kid (any of them, since all three are a little Not Good in varying visibility), that the redflags are genetic memory imposed and that the three Guild leaders are actively trying to help. Regardless, while he is semi awkward with the kids, he makes it his mission to spoil them with fun snacks, treats, etc.

Chopper is sliiightly over protective but to comical results. Has a boo-boo kit that rarely gets used, and even when it does, it's mostly for playtime. Speaking of, PLAYMATE PLAYMATE PLAYMATE. Chopper really loves them all, and while he does worry a lot, he adores all three of the boys. Atlas specifically piques his interest as a doctor and a friend. AuDHD to AuDHD communication

Robin Is A Wine Aunt And She Is Thriving. She's relatively hands off but still vigilant to make sure everyone is safe. Atlas specifically tugs her heart strings, and when he lit up when she greeted him fluidly in sign, she damn near melted. He's so cute. She enjoys babysitting him especially ((Birdie and Angel too but in different ways)) because Atlas, much like his mama and much like auntie Robin, has a THIRST for knowledge. He loves reading and telling her all about his newest interests. She thinks he's cute as a button.

Franky thinks the seraphim are fascinating from a clinical stand point and outright abhorrent from an ethical perspective. He's just glad they have a family now, especially one that loves them so much. He also enjoys anyone who thinks something is SUPERRRR. Excitable kids? Excitable kids who are basically family themselves? Can't get more super than that. ((Absolutely the type of uncle-figure who loads them up on sugar, soda, etc and sends them home.))

Brook was nervous at that first meeting ngl. He's a skeleton. He's funny, yeah!! But kids.... are hit or miss - usually the latter. Except these little guys think he's SO COOL and their little starry eyes are adorable and charming and his heart is fit to burst - if he had one that is yohohoho~ ((Bonus points, Atlas loves skeleton puns and they can go for HOURS if not stopped or evened out by a third party)). And the littlest Seraphim is also... very cuddly when he's tired. It worried Brook at first, when he was there around nap time and Atlas wandered to him. Bone isn't exactly the best for cuddles, after all. But At just shook his head with a smile and replied warm inside, all I need, Brook-uncle gives good hugs. Sleep please? And who is Brook to turn down a sleepy child with such a sweet smile? Also the kid likes music, so extra bonus points!!!

Jimbei wasn't exactly hard certain on anything going into this, but Atlas is charming and cute and called him uncle and listen he's a simple man with a big heart and cute kids have a free pass to nuzzle right on in there against his will. He's one of few Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile would trust fully with the kids longer than a few hours at a time. He probably teaches the kids martial arts and then releases them to cause safe chaos.

And best for last -> Luffy Is Vibrating. The kids are like. Step-sibling/cousins, and he LOVES them!!! So much!!!! Atlas is cuddly and Luffy is cuddly!! Atlas likes pranks and LUFFY LIKES PRANKS!!!!! They're two peas in a pod, and somehow when the two get together, Luffy actually has the braincell, much to everyone else's terror. He's protective and warm and playful and kinda.... almost mature. It's adorable. Atlas had some reservations - new people is hard enough but the hat... - and when Luffy seemed to pick up on that, he let it hang behind his shoulders. And when Atlas inevitably looks at it, so lost and mixed, Luffy would probably offer it over with a soft smile. And Atlas would cry. And Luffy would hold him as best he can with rubbery warm arms and a heart bursting with care. ((And when Buggy catches sight sometime later of the boys all playing and he sees his littlest boy laughing freely with a painfully familiar hat tipping over his eyes, swamping his kitty cat beanie, as a dark haired young man chases after him with a grin? Well... his tears are private, and so is the hurt and healing within))

[beanghostprincess]

Ya know there is so much in the Fandom and yet I have noticed a distinct lack of Buggy and Sanji content.

Not in a shipping way either but like. Buggy, the Flashiest Pirate In The East, would ABSOLUTELY go to the Baratie if only for the renown it has for its food. Also I bet he knew - or knew OF Zeff at the very least - when he was still a pirate. Buggy visiting the Baratie occasionally, sometimes in Normal Flashy Fashion, sometimes more toned down because he just needs a bit of a break. Zeff would absolutely take one look at this traumatized little hobgoblin of a pirate and go "oh wow. Someone get this bitch a meal. Bitches love meals"

Sanji, a wee tyke learning the ways of the kitchen, sees this absolute bozo who he, at first, assumes to be a second rate pirate. Zeff is better. Zeff tells all these stories about the Old Ways, the Pirate's Code, and Sanji thinks "this clown doesn't know the meaning of a code"

Then smth happens to completely change his tune. Maybe Buggy says or does something. Maybe Sanji overhears or sees smth. Maybe someone else kicks a fuss, and Buggy responds in the Right Ways. Who knows?

But Sanji is now intrigued. And Sanji is a kid, with lots of trauma sure, but a kid nonetheless. And Buggy Notices.

He gets forcibly assimilated into Sanji's found family. He never agreed to this. He never had a choice.

Sanji grows up with Zeff and uncle Buggy. He happens to leave with the Strawhats at the perfect time to do so - and he keeps avoiding Buggy via near misses, to the point Bugs is SEETHING playfully. How dare. Truly. All of his nephews are EVIL.

It comes to a head when, years later, with Emperors crowned, there is a series of wacky shenanigans which lead to Cross Guild and the Strawhats meeting face to face.

Sanji is flabbergasted by the realization that he now has step-uncles, one of which is the mosshead's mentor/father-figure. The other is the brutal ex dictator of Alabasta who later passed the captain's vibe check and might just be said captain's other father, there is no confirmation.

Buggy meanwhile is having twelve different attacks of a variety of nature bc he's due for his yearly fight to the death with his one nephew, and the other is here and within throttling range and - IS THAT A HICKEY!?!?!

Cue veeeerry awkward Meet The Family where Buggy and Usopp actually get along well while Sanji is debating his chances of kicking these men's asses and if it would dishonor Zoro's dreams if he threatened mihawk....

Both conversations boil down to "he's been through a lot, so be good to him or you'll be hearing from me, okay? Okay. Good."

Usopp actually is chill with this both bc "I would never" and also "even if he came for me, I could kick a clown's ass probably. If nit me, then Luffy. And if Luffy doesn't, then I will deserve it."

Crocodile and Mihawk are mildly amused but also curious - the clown? Having trauma? As if. They think of it initially as smth of a comparison. Severity of trauma is the highest rank. They think of Buggy's past as "his captain died, he broke up with his best friend, the end". They do not know of the interim details. The reasons that Shank and he both refuse to allow anyone below 14 at the bare minimum onto their crews. The reason Buggy was frothing when Shanks told him about Uta - after the fact. The reason Buggy only drinks certain brands of rum because some make him physically sick. The reason he can't sleep in pitch black darkness. The reason he sometimes simply Can't Sleep At All.

There's more to it, to everything, to all of it, than any one person knows.

Just. Back on topic but Buggy and Sanji. I just think they'd have the neatest dynamic.

You just chose two of my favorite characters and did THIS and I love it 😭 The funny thing is that it does make sense that Buggy had gone to the Baratie and met Sanji at some point... I've always thought mostly on Usopp/Buggy parallelisms but Sanji kind of relating to Buggy too because of feeling inferior to his family,,,, Besides I think the dynamic would be hilarious because okay, they get along, but I can imagine them growing closer and caring about each other but arguing all the time Sanji/Zeff style? So at first, everybody thinks he has something against Buggy because when they meet they won't stop yelling at each other but when they ask them about it, Sanji is like "??? Nah, he's something like my uncle don't- Don't think too hard about it". And I am also SO sure Sanji would know stuff about Shanks that Luffy doesn't because Buggy explained Sanji their childhoods,,, Going insane about this one, actually.

[rorywritesjunk]

Down in the dark where the waves won’t go, I’m bound to find my way.

Sunny and Buggy disagree over the next steps of their life together leading to them spending time apart.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe for swearing and arguing. Warning: Each chapter will have a specific warning. They are not really okay still. More arguing. Buggy thinks he's changing his mind. Buggy cries a lot and Has Issues. Sunny is still Feeling Done. A bag of flour gets destroyed. They Talk It Out. Word Count: 1,903 A/N: The direct sequel to "No locked upon land...", the fic that started it all. I do not use "You" in this as now that Sunny is an established OC I decided not to go that route. There are only two more chapters after this. I didn't mean to leave this hanging as I wanted to make sure I did the ending to how I wanted it.

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Epilogue Taglist: @hey-august @lostfirefly @ane5e

Chapter 10

Sunny rubbed her face as she stood in the back garden with a cup of tea in her hand. Her parents were up, as were a few of her aunts and uncles, but everyone else was still asleep. Buggy was still on the ship. He returned there last night after their conversation and she hadn’t seen him since. She didn’t even give him a goodnight kiss. 

The tree in front of her had a little black stake stuck underneath it with a faded name written on it. Every so often her dad would repaint the name, but after so many years did it still matter? He was gone for thirty years, never having lived beyond a few minutes, but Sunny tried to make it a point to visit her baby brother’s resting place whenever she was at her parents’. She wondered if it was wrong to have never told Buggy, but why would she have needed to tell him in the first place?

She sighed and sipped her tea. This was all exhausting for her. 

“Babe?”

She took a moment before turning around to face her husband. He was dressed, face washed and free of makeup, hair brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. Why didn’t he do his makeup? She enjoyed seeing his bare face but it was a little odd. 

“What?”

He scratched the back of his head and glanced away. He didn’t know what to say next. She sighed and reached out for him, gesturing for him to step closer. He tried to play it cool and not act too excited, but he didn’t waste time as he hurried to her side and put his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers as he clung to her.

“Are you okay?” She asked him; he shook his head, tightening his hold on her. “Well, you don’t need to be up this early, go back to bed.”

He shook his head again. “Don’t want to be alone. I didn’t sleep. I miss you. I don’t want you to be gone anymore, please? I don’t want to be alone. I can’t be alone, Sunny, please don’t leave me alone anymore. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t leave me alone, please don’t leave me, Sunny, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” She asked as she rubbed his back slowly as he clung to her. He sniffled loudly and shrugged, pulling back just a bit to look down at her. She had seen him cry many times before while he had a face full of makeup, always seeing the tear stained streaks that sullied the colorful lines on his face, but with him not wearing any, it was a little surprising. She almost thought this was that scared boy she had to comfort for several days, begging her not to leave him because he couldn’t stand to be alone. He just wanted someone to hold him. “Buggy…”

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me alone, Sunny, please.” He begged. “I don’t want to be alone.”

She sighed softly and knelt down to set her cup of tea on the ground before straightening back up and pulling him into a hug. He leaned fully into her as his arms tightened around her and she held him. 

“How about we go lay down in our bed, honey?” She suggested. “I'll hold you.”

He hesitated before nodding. The idea sounded good to him as long as she was there. He felt miserable from lack of sleep and how he had been treating her lately. He wanted to never let her go and keep her forever. 

They headed back to the ship together. Sunny saw her pillow wasn’t where it normally was, wondering if he had held it all week while she was at the house. She glanced at her husband as he fumbled with taking his boots off before she pulled the blankets back and sat on the edge of the bed to look at him. He finally got them off and went over to her, standing in front of her awkwardly before she sighed and laid back on the bed. He claimed the spot beside her, wrapping himself around her as he rested his head on her chest.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He murmured as she reached up to stroke his hair.

“I’m not leaving you.” She sighed, hating that she’s had to repeat those words to him lately. 

“Even for a day, I don’t want you leaving me again.” He said as he tightened his arms around her. “Please?”

“If I have to leave you for a day for any reason, I’ll tell you, Buggy.” She assured him, pressing a kiss to his temple before pulling the blankets over the two of them. “But I’m not going to leave you, okay? Please stop thinking that.”

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” Sunny told him as she touched his cheek, turning him to face her before she kissed him softly. “Even when you drive me mad and I think about throwing you overboard. I promise I won’t leave you.”

Buggy frowned at that. “I can’t swim.”

“I know.” She chuckled softly. “That’s why I said I think about it. I would never do it.” She caressed his cheek, smiling a bit before kissing his cheek. “But our conversation last night… I’m serious that we need to talk about it in a month, understand?”

“But…” He shifted in her arms, propping himself up on his side as he frowned at her. “I changed my mind, I want them. At least two!”

“Buggy, I’m serious.” 

“Babe! I am too!” Buggy insisted. “I want to have kids! You-You look so happy and beautiful when you’re around kids and I want to see that all the time! You haven’t been happy lately and I hate that!”

“How the hell did you change your mind so fast then?!” Sunny demanded as she sat up. “Because you’ve brought this up before only to pull it out from under me, Buggy, and I’m tired of it! That’s why I’m saying I want you to wait a month to really think about this because I don’t want you just having this baby fever for a week and then regretting it!”

“I’m not going to!”

“You don’t know that!” 

“Well maybe I just gotta find out then!”

Sunny was proud that she didn’t hit him with a pillow and leave the ship. She had grown tired of this. She clenched and unclenched her fists, closing her eyes to take a few deep breaths before opening them and turning to look at Buggy.

“I do not want to keep talking about this, Buggy.” 

“But-”

“Lay back down, close your eyes, and go to sleep, Buggy.” Sunny interrupted as she pointed her finger at him, giving him a poke in the chest. Her tone was authoritative with the way she ordered him to do that one thing. “Got it, honey? Get some fucking sleep and we will talk about it when your brain isn’t so jumbled.”

Buggy’s jaw dropped at being spoken to that way by her. She rarely ever did that and when she did… Buggy hastily grabbed her pillow and placed it over his lap, cheeks flushed as he looked pathetically up at his wife. Sunny looked at him for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“I forgot that using that tone of voice turns you on.”

“I can’t help it!”

“Do you want some privacy?” She asked. He turned redder and shook his head. She reached down to touch his cheek. “Do you want some help?”

He didn't hesitate, nodding frantically. Part of her wanted to leave him alone to deal with this on his own, but she was worked up now after their argument. She needed some release. She chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss him.

“Very well, honey.”

~

Buggy spent the month trying to drop hints to Sunny about having kids, going so far as to drawing a face on a small sack of flour at the fourth week. She screamed when she opened the pantry and saw it staring at her. Buggy had heard her and came to see what was going on, shrieking when she opened the bag and emptied the flour into a container.

“What are you doing?!” He demanded as she tossed the sack aside. She stared at him.

“Was this your doing?!” She asked. “What the hell, Buggy!”

“I was just dropping hints, babe!” He exclaimed as he picked up the empty flour sack with the scribbled face on it. “Come on, you discarded it like it was trash!”

“Honey, it's a sack of flour!” Sunny told him. “What's wrong with you?!”

“I was just trying something, okay!” Buggy shot back as he held it out to her. “It-It’s been a month, babe, so it's time to talk!”

Sunny gave him a funny look. “You wanted to talk to me so… you drew a face on a bag of flour? You couldn't just ask me?”

“I wanted to surprise you!”

She took the flour sack from him, looked it over, and set it aside before crossing her arms and looking at him. “Fine, we can talk. You really want kids, Buggy?”

“I do now, yes!”

“Yea? Changing diapers, feeding, all kinds of stuff? You can't leave us if it gets to be too much. You can't throw the kid overboard when they annoy you.”

“I only did that to myself-”

“You can't be mean to the kid, Buggy.”

“I won't be mean!” He insisted. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him. He huffed softly and crossed his arms over his chest. “I'm sorry I was mean to you, but this will be different-”

“You understand this kid would be ours, right? Faults and all.” Sunny pointed out. “The kid could be sassy or clingy, we won't know, Buggy, so I don't want you to-”

He huffed again and approached her, cupping her face in his hands as he kissed her. He didn't want to keep arguing. He made up his mind and at this point in their marriage she should know how stubborn he could be. She was caught by surprise, wrapping her arms around him to keep balanced as he backed her into the pantry, kissing her and pulling at her shirt.

She reached up and tugged on his ponytail, trying to get him to back off just for a moment.

“Buggy, what the fuck?”

He pulled back just a bit, grinning at her as he licked his lips. It wasn't as seductive as he thought. “What, babe? Just wanted you to know how serious I am.”

“Okay, fine.” She swatted at his hands to get him to stop. “If you really are serious…” She pulled him down for a quick kiss, letting go of his ponytail.

“I am serious!”

“Promise you're serious?”

“Very serious!” Buggy insisted. “How can I prove it to you?!”

Sunny smiled up at him and wrapped her arms back around him, pulling him close as his hands started to pull at her shirt once more. He was very serious about things. He needed to know he was being serious about this now. He wanted to have kids with her.

She reached up and pecked him on the cheek before nuzzling him gently. “Buggy, I'm pregnant.”

[an-au-blog]

Got confused about the timeline you set up with Luffy meeting Buggy in the kidnapped au, accidentally made up an au of an au:

Buggy somehow escaping his capturers before Shanks ever even gets to him (added horror just imagine Shanks hearing about his friend being kidnapped, only to find the place he’s been taken to already in shambles and the only clue as to Buggy ever being there being a heavily damaged cage with seasstone cuffs in an equally damaged room…) , he still suffers from memory loss and a bunch of trauma and goes into hiding for a long time, until Luffy stumbles upon him at the start of his journey completly by accident. Buggy sees the hat, has the First disjointed flashes of his past that aren’t a total nightmare for once and for some reason… he needs to protect this dumbass kid. He NEEDS to protect this dumbass kid. He justifies it as only trying to get his memories back and to get a clue as to why everyone seems to be after him at first, in typical Buggy manner, thinking of himself first and foremost, but it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that he not only sees… something in Luffy he can’t quite explain, but that he also truly comes to care for that little brat after a while and that he does enjoy being part of a crew a lot and somehow seems to just be inherently good at sailing the seas and being a pirate for some reason. Huh. Whatever could that be?

Of course this would culminate with Shanks one day being confronted with the kid he put all his faith into living up to that faith absolutely splendidly… and then one day being face to face with his old friend, that he had lost twice and thought dead, again. Buggy just comes face to face with someone hes never seen but somehow still remembers.

On a fucking lighter note for once, imagine Shanks desperately trying to jog Buggys memory and Buggy being horrified at this stranger being all up in his face until there is a tiny spark in his mind “… You…I remember..” Shanks face lighting up with obvious delight “YES!? Come on I know there’s something in there!” Buggys shaking hands reaching up towards Shanks face while his eyes fill with realization and Shanks dares not to breathe. “You…”

Buggys hands suddenly grab Shanks neck without warning, squeezing hard and shaking him violently “YOURE THAT DANG IDIOT THAT MADE ME EAT THAT FRUIT! I’LL KILL YOU YOU SONNOFFA-“ Strawhats struggling to hold their demented clown uncle back from mauling Shanks, while Buggy just goes absolutely ham and cusses at “THAT GODDAMN REDHAIRED BASTARD!”. The latter just has a sobbing laughing fit. May not be the most flattering memory to come back first, but hey, it’s a start.

Omg I am going to die for u, I love you so much this isn't even a joke. Having an au of anything (even if it's because I didn't explain my thought process) I've written fills me with just so much joy :')

My original though process was more of a "they land the ship somewhere (or something) Buggy wanders off, or is left to rest but decides to look for them and gets lost, and accidentally stumbles into Luffy.

But I love your version! And the more I think about it, if he met Luffy in the early early beginning and was there for the Mihawk-Zoro fight, Mohawk going back to tell Shanks about the straw hats and mentioning a clown with them would make great plot development. Because Buggy following Luffy around I feel like he'd be almost an official member after an arc's worth time. Not to mention Luffy's tendency to take in traumatized souls and give them a reason to keep living (and God knows Buggy desperately needs one). And Shanks just following breadcrumbs to find Luffy like "Have you seen this boy?" and holding up his poster, most people would be too terrified that one of the emperors to answer. Plus why would he is look for a rookie pirate??? And he's always a step behind, but always hears the crazy stunts Luffy pulls and how many near-death experiences he's had and it just adds to the stress. Pride... but also stress.

Or even if he joins a bit later I think it'd be funny if he had a Usopp photobomb moment, just being there in the background in one of the others' posters, you know?

Also this may be a hot take but I think this version of Buggy would get along with Robin. Because they're both packing some serious childhood trauma and have lived most of their life either being hunted or being tortured. They both have (or used to have) suicidal tendencies... idk I think it'd be a cute friendship.

OH! Bonus: I already love Usopp endlessly and how he just bullshits his way out of almost anything and I could love it if there was two silly cremates that keep accidentally winning. They'd also have a nice bond imo because they're also both depressed and Usopp would have someone else to tell his tall tales to. Buggy would probably believe them all because he's literally been living underground his entire adult life.

[starcrossedjedis]

⌨ + Bring Me the Horizon? 🖤

It' actually from "Beyond the Horizon" shht 😅

"We're leaving."

Shanks didn’t wait for his men to catch up and hurried towards the port in long, angry strides.

"We're going to Windmill Village to stock up on provisions. Then we'll make for the grandline. It's time someone put an end to this nonesense."

"Did you just say we're headed for the grandline???" Benn called after him, not sure wether or not he'd heard that one right, but his captain seemed in no talking mood.

The door behind him opened once more and Buggy stepped out onto the street. The clown looked even worse than Shanks had, sporting an impressive black eye and a nasty cut splitting one of his eyebrows. Other than the red haired pirate, he seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood for someone who'd just had the crap beaten out of him. When he flashed Benn a crooked grin there was blood on his teeth.

"What the hell happened in there?" the Red Force's first mate demanded to know.

Buggy took his sweet time silently mulling over wether or not the man in front of him was deserving of an answer until he finally shrugged as if to say might as well.

"You might wanna keep an eye on your Captain," he quipped. "He' probably shouldn't be making life altering decisions for himself or others right now."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

That bloody smile grew even wider, reminding Benn why even as a kid he hadn't been overly fond of clowns. Creepy freak.

"Because I just told him [cut for spoiler]

... that his daughter calls me Uncle Buggy."

"His what?"

[alexa-yukiyu]

The apprentice’s apprentice (Chp 1)

Lesson 1:Don’t Anger The Captain

Prologue Ch2

A/N Omg guys I have been wanting to start actually doing series for a bit and I decided to start with this one! I ‘m still deciding if I want to do more than one series at the same time since I ‘m still backed up on requests but I am really exited for this project!!!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers alike!

Most Grammar mistakes here are in purpose to better portray Dokucha/reader’s age and if they are not 🤫

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Dokucha, don’t go far. We don’t know what’s on this island.” 

“Oey Ayeigh!” Dokucha responded with a skip on their step as they hurried off, excited at the promise of new land to survey and explore

“There they go again; I swear it’s like talking to a wall!” Rayleigh grumbled as he made his way down the slipway

“Wahahaha! Don’t worry so much, Ray! They will be fine, let them be a kid.” Roger laughed, not far behind his first mate. 

“You’re too soft on them, Roger, you leave them be, and next thing you know, they will be bickering over nonsense like those two!”

“H-Hey!” Buggy protested, a frown painting his face at the accusation 

“Dahahah!”

“What are you laughing at, idiot? He means you, too!”

“What did you say?!” 

“You two better not start squabbling!” Rayleigh snapped, rolling his eyes as the two were quick to look away from each other in a petty display

“But Rayleigh, you also cuddle them!” Buggy accused as he pointed at the man, letting out a yowl as his comment got him a fist on his head

“Serves you right!” Shanks snickers

“Regardless, what are you trying to do here, Roger? Even if Whitebeard was spotted around here, what makes you think he will come here? Are you just going to wait for someone you don’t know will come?” Gaban questioned, joining his crewmates

“He will come! I am sure of it!” The Captain proudly stated

“You don’t know that, Roger,” Rayleigh sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at his Captain’s antics.

Meanwhile, Dokucha made themselves to the edge of islands some ways away from where the Oro Jackson had anchored. Within minutes, they let out a grin as they had found what they had hoped to find: plant life.

Despite their young age, Dokucha had begun to show interest in plants. Initially, it had begun as a simple attraction to the vivid colors and different shapes, just as many kids their age. However, upon learning from Crocus that plants could be used to treat people in different inflictions, they had found themselves trying to learn all they could about plants, always asking their uncles and brothers to read them books regarding the topic, although still unable to read thanks to this help they had become able to identify a small array of plants and were always on the lookout for plants they could show the crew, happy to show off these skills.

Happy with their find and current stash, they picked themselves up, ready to make their way back to their family. However, they stopped at the sight of something off the coast, which urged them to make haste back to the crew.

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“Capi!” They called as they ran towards the man, stumbling in their hurry to reach them and deliver the news

“Ah!” They cried, extending their hands to protect themselves, closing their eyes tightly in preparation for the fall, only for another pair of arms to slide under their shoulders to hold them up; confused by the lack of movement, they slowly opened their eyes, catching sight of two dismembered hands holding onto them

“Dokucha! Be careful!” Buggy scolded as he willed his hands to return to his body, bringing with them the child

“Sorry” 

“What were you in such a hurry for anyways?” Rayleigh cut in

“I saw maenes!”

“Manes?” He questioned

“No maines!” They corrected him

“Mains?” He tried

“No!” They cried. Rayleigh gave his crew a glance, silently asking for some help.

“What was it?” Buggy asked as the child turned to them

“Maines!”

“M-arines?” He questioned with a cry

“Yeah!” 

“Oh!! Now, this is perfect timing! We have something to kill the time while we wait for Whitebeard!” Roger boomed, a childish gleam escaping him as he spoke.

“Now then!” He started grabbing Dokucha from Buggy’s arms.

“Think you can take us to where you saw them?” He called with a grin as he put his hat on the child

“Yes! Capi!” Dokucha called excited at the prospect of leading the crew to their objective. They saluted the man as he placed them down and scurried their way to the field, not bothering to look behind them as they did.

Skidding to a stop as they arrived on the coast, they spun around, ready to announce their arrival, only to notice the crew had lagged behind. Most likely still talking amongst themselves as they slowly followed behind them.

“Awe, they’re slow!” They complained, their frown turning around as they felt their presence behind them, spinning around once again

“Capi, I beat yo…..” they paused, eyes widening at the men before them their ship and it's goverment symbol right behind them.

“Huh? Why is there a kid here?” The marine questioned

“They’re probably from a nearby village; civilians are quite nosy these days,” a nearby marine said, sending a disapproving frown at the child.

“Now hurry along, brat. The grownups have work to do,” they drawled, watching as the kid slowly backed away from them, stumbling once again. With no one to catch them, they fell to the ground, losing the hat that previously dwarfed them. They scrambled to take hold of it until one of the marines took it instead.

“Wait. This symbol….it’s the Roger pirates Jolly Roger!” The marine called at who Dokucha could only guess to be a commander

“So this brat is one of them?!” He growled, unsheathing his sword

“Go easy on them; they’re just a kid!” one of the soldiers called, though their tone did not offer any reassurance; instead, it was filled with mockery that unsettled the child.

“It’s better to pluck the weed before it becomes an invasion!” He exclaimed, raising his sword and swinging it down on the child 

‘Help!’ 

“W-What the hell?!” The marine cried, urging Dokucha to open their eyes in time to watch as screaming and wailing began escaping the ship as their mast came barreling down on them. Marines soon began to abandon the ship as a huge slash hit the side of the boat with a resounding boom, smoke, and fire following suit; they watched as the cut rapidly capsized the vessel as water poured in.

“I was looking for some fun, but it looks like you lads came looking for trouble; since you saw it reasonable to cut down one of my apprentices, I see it totally reasonable to cut down each of you, yes?” A voice seethed behind them. Had Dokucha not recognized the voice, they would have followed the marine’s actions as they, one by one, began to drop their weapons and attempted to run away, most of them not making it as far as an overwhelming force reached them, causing them to crumple down.

“Dokucha! Come on, we have to get out of the way!” Buggy cried as he scooped them up.

“Why? Capi is here!” They questioned, watching as they started making distance from said man, noticing how the rest of the crew had done the same

“Why is everyone over here?” 

“Listen, Dokucha! You don’t want to be close to the Captain when he gets angry. You don’t anger the Captain and get away with it!”

Dokucha observed the battlefield, kicking their legs as they took the scene in. Buggy’s words turned out to be nothing short of true, as all of the crew let the Captain handle things as he mercilessly massacred the whole brigade, staining the field with red with each cut until there was nothing more to cut, and it was only then that he appeared somewhat satisfied as he sheathed his sword, shaking it dry from the blood trickling from it. 

He leisurely approached one of the few surviving marines and lifted the man until he was on his knees, held up by the scruff of his shirt, his consciousness slipping away.

“You should have brought Sengoku or Garp with you! You guys are no fun,” he called mockingly. Dokucha watched as the Captain continued to taunt him with various words, turning her sight to Shanks. Now wearing the hat the marines had grabbed, he crouched on a fallen marine as he ate the marine’s food happily; at the feeling of being watched, he looked up, grinning at Dokucha.

“You okay, Dokucha?” He called

“Y-yeah!” They sputtered out, getting nervous as the teen furrowed his eyebrows at their words as he continued to watch them.

“Shans?” 

“Hey, you did well back there! Good job in spotting the marines. I ‘ll be sure to give you a treat when we’re done, okay?” He promised as he waved the chocolate in his hands, watching as they beamed at the praise and nodded their head vigorously, stopping at the squeak their brother behind them let out.

“Buggie?”

“It-it’s the Whitebeard pirates!”

Please let me know what you guys think about this one!! Again I am so exited for this!! I ‘ve got a whole draft if the whole thing going and everything 😂

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Charky! My brain came up with a crack thought about Rosé’s heritage I need to inflict on you to see how it pans out. I’m pretty sure the timeline would be wrong so that’s why I’m sharing this with you for feedback

Rosé is surprised when the Dark King grabs her shoulder, keeping her from closely following the others. Her animal side sensed no danger though, so she allowed it. “Is something wrong?” She asked.

“No.” He assured her. “It’s just uh… you’re from CP9 right?”

Rosé nodded. “I’m guessing you’re from that island of orphans then?” He asked.

“Yes of course.” Rosé nodded. “I was soon moved to Enies Lobby as a special project though.”

“Right.” Rayleigh nodded. “Do you… do you have any knowledge about your parents? Or uh, your mom at least?”

Rosé paused for a moment, taking the chance to really look at Rayleigh. She remembered how Shakky had paused at seeing her, looking taken aback and kept shooting her odd glances. And Rayleigh’s eyes… well she had seen those eyes look back at her in the mirror everytime she looked.

“I was told that my mother was a dangerous criminal who was executed for what she did.” Rosé said slowly. “But I was spared for being a baby and because the government thought they could use me…”

Rayleigh gave her a pained look. “That’s all you know?”

“yes.” Rosé replied. “But if you have more to tell me, I’d love to hear about it… Grandfather.”

ASDFOEJXOBDOXBEOCXHSIWWW???????????

Okokokokokokokokok--

Semantics first:

- how old is Rose? I'm just gonna put 18 in here for my numbers

- Rayleigh's 78 - 18 = 60, 60 could be divided by 2 very easily but Also needs to be at least a 45-15 or 15-45 split, probably closer to 30-30, but there's a good chance Rayleigh met Link B (Shakky? Or maybe someone else? Shakky's 14 years younger than Rayleigh so rules out Rayleigh being 15-30 when he had kids but if he was 45 and his kid had a kid at 15-- I'm rambling) Rayleigh met [B] Link to Rose while he was traveling with the crew. Genetic testing is near impossible so Rayleigh and B Link had to be close enough to eachother for to their daughter (A Link) to be connected to her parents somehow from an outside perspective, or B Link up and left and Rayleigh was solely responsible for A Link, either way the crew Knew A Link well, at least some of them

- How does Rose know? Does she actually know her mother, or does she just have a vague enough understanding she can link it to Rayleigh?

- While A Link could have been passed off as another choreboy, there's still a good chance she could have been known as the Dark King's Daughter, especially if Link B was traveling with them. Did A Link evade that or did it catch up to her and that's why she sent Rose away? If so, why didn't A Link trust her father and step-mom/bio-mom with Rose? Or even Shanks or Buggy (she would have been between their age and 10 years older, right?) since they would have been early 20s and most things are better than a risk of government slavery. Did A Link have a choice?

- When did Rose learn her parentage? Was she still CP9 when she learned? If so - is Lucci a liability for maybe also knowing?

- How does Rayleigh know Rose is his granddaughter but was only guessing she was from orphan Island? Any heirlooms that wouldn't be taken by CP9? Or maybe a rare interited trait mixed with a resemblance to A Link?

SEMANTICS OVER! Longer than I meant but if you wanted concise you wouldn't have gone to me!

- MORE SIBLINGS FOR THE SHANKS & BUGGY DUO I'M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

- If Rose's mom was 10~ years older than Shanks and Buggy there's a good chance she could have known Crocodile when he was on the Whitebeards and been near the same age as him. Possible friendship there giving Rose a cool mob boss uncle and Crocodile another reason to have been so strangely protective of Luffy, Crossette and Ace in Marineford

- Rayleigh being super nice to Crossette over the two years because he wants to make a good impression on the granddaughter-in-law ✨✨✨

- Rose only learns she needs glasses from Rayleigh because it's harder to tell when 80% of the crew needs glasses, she's as blind as her grandfather

- is Rose blonde???? (I'll be honest I always pictured her hair light orange-pink but that's because that's Rose Wine colour--)

- Crossette got the son of Gol D. Roger, the daughter of Silvers Rayleigh and the son of the Revolutionary Dragon to love her. Whose next? Uta? Katakuri? Yamato? Will she find if Teach has a child and adopt them into her family too? She can't be stopped

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What If It Were Brian Chapter Fourteen

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“Mama! Mama!” The sound of her son’s distress pulls her back to reality. She opens her eyes and sees him, a bit away from the big stone. They made it!

 

“Mama’s here Brian.” She crawls over to him. Once he is back in her arms, she can think of the others. “Ian? Fergus?”

 

“We are here Claire.” She looks to where she heard Ian’s voice and sees him, by Fergus. Both look stunned but altogether. Thank God.  “Really here.” He stands, helping Ian up. Both stumble a bit, supported by Ian’s wooden leg, but don’t fall. She raises with Brian.

 

It is in the air, the smell of home. Not fully pleasant with horse manure and body odor. That is mingled with the sweetness of the air and fresh turned earth, of the overall greenness.

 

“Mama, are we here?”

 

“We are indeed.” She smiles and hugs him to her side.

 

“Alright let us be off. We need to try to find you and the wean some clothes.” Ian takes charge.

 

“Uncle Ian, mama and I have clothes. We aren’t naked.” Brian’s protest brings all the others to cackling laughter. He frowns at them.

 

“Sorry little brother,” Fergus wheezes and catches a breath to continue, “he meant clothes like ours.”

 

“Oh.” The little lad walks up to his brother and touches his strange pants. “They are queer.”

 

“As yours are to us. We understand why you are dressed so. Others may not.”

 

“Ah,” his eyes alight as he gets it, “ it is part of the big secret.”

 

That is how they explained it to him. That he must keep where and when he and his mama came from, a secret from everyone but his family.

 

“Aye.” His Uncle Ian agrees.

 

“Alright.”

 

They move into the woods surrounding the stone topped hill. Fergus places his brother on his shoulders and Claire and Ian keep each other up.

 

Ian will go into Inverness and purchase a horse and buggy, as well as clothes for Claire and Brian. Fergus will stay with them. Once they are properly outfitted, they will start towards Lallybroch.

 

It doesn’t  take him long. He leaves the horse and buggy and slips into the woods to hand Claire the clothes. Fergus trades places with him, moving to guard his purchase while Ian helps his nephew change. Claire moves farther away to do the same. Their old clothes will be buried.

 

It is easy for her son, even though he has never worn them before. Pants and shirts are pants and shirts and he has help. She struggles some with the clothing she was long used to. Finally she gets it. The struggle and humidity, maybe even time travel itself, has released the tight style of her hair.

 

When she rejoins the others, Ian grins. “There you are Claire.” In her period appropriate clothes, her hair curly and lose around her face, she reminds him of the unexpected Sassanach that Jamie first brought to Lallybroch.

 

“I know, I feel free!” Even in the more constraining clothes, it is true. It is the time, the place, the fact that she is on her way to see Jamie! “Look at you, Brian! A regular little gentleman, you are.”

 

“I look like my brother now.” He is grinning at the thought.

 

“Well, let’s  go show him.”

 

She takes his hand and they step into the past.

 

A weeks journey with an excited, then bored, then cranky five year old isn’t the greatest thing. Fergus does his best to entertain him. At first, the novelty is enough. Riding in an actual horse drawn buggy! Seeing all the new sights. He is enthralled by the Highland cows.

 

After two days, boredom sets in. “How much farther?” is heard more then any of them can stand. Ian and Fergus demonstrate how to skin the rabbit they are having for supper. That keeps him entertained for awhile.

 

Needless to say, they are all happy to see the Lallybroch arch. Claire freely weeps as they ride under it. Brian grows still, sensing that this is important.

 

“We are home, my lad.” Uncle Ian says. He helps his mama and himself down.

 

A lady, dressed like mama but shorter and carrying a baby in her belly, runs towards them. At seeing him and mama, she stops and starts to cry too.

 

He wonders why everyone was so anxious to get here if it makes them so sad.

 

“Claire! You are home and you bring Jamie a son!” She says as Claire runs towards her, Brian at her heels.

 

“Jenny!” They hug and then she draws Brian to her, “meet your nephew, Brian Henry Fraser.”

[tired-biscuit]

Kiba and you are trying to get your son to take his first steps because he is a little late on that.

But when Shino arrives for a quick visit, the child gets up and goes towards him super excited because he saw Uncle Buggy.

And then you and Kiba are happy because your son walked, but you are also feeling super betrayed because the child prefers Shino to his parents.

uncle buggy, that's adorable fjsjhddhdhhd...... kiba's def just like "wha- SHINO, HOW DARE YOU!!!! >:("