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sordidmusings · 1 month ago

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jealousy headcanons and scenarios r my kryptonite! especially for emotionally constipated characters lol. for shanks, mihawk, and crocodile seeing their crush interacting with someone that turns out to be said crush's ex? there's chemistry between the exes and are those lingering looks he's seeing?! 🫢

OOOOOOOO GOOD CHOICES GOOD CHOICES 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 I must say I am weak for some jealousy too 💀 why does it have to be so hot in fiction huh??? Or make me feel wanted????? Rude 😤

Three jealous DILFs coming right up 🫡

Jealousy from Shanks, Mihawk, and Sir Crocodile

Your ex comes back into your life and stirs up some feelings - How are these men taking it?

Form this took: started as a bulleted headcanons but then became a scenario/ficlet for each ahsdjajskdajs

Word count: Shanks - 1.1 k, Mihawk - 1.2 k, Croc - 1.2 k

Shanks

The clinging and diverting type

This mf tries to be sneaky about it

Key word: tries

It’s no secret that Shanks is the jovial sort and that his welcome and cheer extend easily to newcomers. However, something curious happens when the next one joins your large table.

You always have at least a part of Shanks’ attention, so the way you shift uncomfortably and curl slightly in on yourself is not going to go unnoticed. You catch yourself and relax back into your usual posture, but Shanks knows you well enough to see there’s a posed touch to all your expressions. It tames them from the genuine displays of your thoughts and emotions that Shanks so loves into something more suited to a diplomat seeking favor. Now that had him wary.

It took no genius to notice that each time a great laugh broke out your eyes would sweep to that newcomer to take them in, or how your would flicker your gaze over to them every time you had the spotlight, as if seeking approval.

Gods Shanks hopes that isn’t the case

Driven to seek comfort in your presence, Shanks leans into his affectionate nature to keep close to you. You can’t think too long on someone else with him constantly leaning into your space to whisper dumb jokes and silly observations. He made those laughs and he gets to enjoy them up close and personal. You may look to others but you always look back to him when he ventures to lay his hand on your shoulder or hand or thigh and give a happy, hearty squeeze before retreating. He relishes in the fact that you had been uncertain of his touch when you first met yet now you trust and even welcome his hand on you.

Shanks is burst right out of his bubble of avoidance when you suddenly jolt and sit straight, separating yourself from his side.

The cause of his sudden and very dire lack of you is that very same newcomer. The newcomer, who is leaning in so close to you. The newcomer, who now has all of your attention. The newcomer, who is giving you a smile that Shanks very much does not like. It’s very charming and holds a twinge of remorse that Shanks knows from experience would strike straight and true right to your heart

“I’m glad to see you in happier times. You look good,” they have the audacity to say, the words even seeping with honesty. Shanks isn't sure he focused on anything in his life as hard as he does on your reaction in this moment.

Your smile is breathtaking, one he isn't sure he’s seen before, all affection and understanding and a dusting of yearning. It turns his heart to goo right before it clamps it tight and squeezes, because that smile isn't for him. He needs that smile to be for him. His mouth is moving before the thought even sinks in.

“We do like to keep things cheerful here!” Shanks chuckles to the newcomer. He turns to you, making sure to catch your eye. “Life’s too short to anchor yourself to your sorrows.” Now back to the newcomer. “And this one-” an arm slips around your shoulders, hugging you to his warm side, “-helps keep it that way.”

The smile you give him isn’t quite as overflowing with emotion as the one you gave the newcomer, but he loves it all the same.

Unfortunately, that’s not the end of it and the newcomer actually sits down on your other side and insists on catching up. Shanks is a damn charmer though, and he knows it, so he’s not one to give up on keeping your attention through the night.

He stays in the conversation easily, not deterred by the newcomer outsider bringing up shared memories with you, even though they squeeze at his heart and lungs tighter and tighter. He uses it to get to know more of you, a part of him truly enjoying the new insights. However, a much larger part is simply set on keeping the reminiscing light instead of romantically charged.

As the time and drinks flow, his and the outsider's tactics get more obvious yet you get more oblivious, simply cruising on the comfy fuzz everything had taken on and enjoying the company. Your unintentional refusal to pick a favorite has both of them getting desperate and daring.

Try as they might, the outsider is clearly outmatched

By the end of the night you’re wearing Shanks like a perfume, he’s stuck to your skin at the heart of your body, chest always tight to your back or side, chin often hooked over your shoulder or on top of your head. His slight scruff tickling at your ear when he moves and talks is exceedingly distracting. So is the softness of his hair on your neck when he turns his head to bed his cheek into your shoulder and pull you a little tighter to him, saying its just 'cause he's a little sleepy and trying to get comfy. He unearths himself from his resting place only to seek it again every few minutes.

His arm is always around you when he wasn’t using it to drink (of course) or toy with you - tugging at your clothes for attention, tickling your sides to interrupt you, sweetly scratching your scalp to derail your train of thought, teasingly rubbing a thumb into your hip or thigh to feel you squirm.

Shanks is a handsy motherfucker (ironic right-), so you don’t take any of this as a proclamation of his love. The most you think is that it has just hit that point in your journey together where his vast appetite for partners has finally swept its way to focus on you.

You end the night giggling the whole stumbling way back to the ship, tucked into Shanks’ side. You manage to stay there despite being at the mercy of both of your swaying, constantly blending who’s supporting and who’s slipping. Your ex is far from your mind when Shanks tucks you in sweetly (well… sweetly to a drunk; in all reality you kinda flopped in, but he did make sure you were shoeless and properly under the blankets, and he even shuffled back in to put water, crackers, and medicine where you could reach).

Shanks does however have a flash of your ex in his mind when he's happily gloating to himself that he had won.

His last blurry thoughts are of how to make sure you and everyone else unquestionably knows that you are off limits. The unspoken claim understood by the crew while he works at winning you over doesn't seem to be enough anymore. Especially if that pesky ex comes sniffing around again. Maybe they just need a lesson in what staring down Conqueror’s Haki truly feels like.

Mihawk

The intimidating and biting type

Mihawk would likely be the most covert of these three, at least as far as your notice goes

Your ex has no questions about Mihawk’s dislike for them. With his reputation as emotionless and solitary, it’s not guaranteed that your ex will put two and two together to realize that Mihawk's dislike stems from their previous relationship with you. Even if Mihawk hints at it, they'll tell themselves that they're imagining things. It’s much more likely that they’ll think it’s because Mihawk is that way with all but the Few Exceptions, and they have definitely not made the cut.

It definitely didn’t help that they were a marine

Mihawk is already unhappy to see a marine on his doorstep, no doubt sent to yip at him about some nonsense or other that the admirals were in a twist over. That unhappiness quadruples when he hears you tentatively call to this marine by name, and then it multiplies again when the marine responds by breathing out your own name with shock and hope

This pest needs to be out of his castle quickly

Yet he can't bring himself to simply throw them out when you come over so disgustingly happy to see them. There were a few times where he'd interrupted or snuffed out your joy while adjusting to you joining his home, and he found the feeling it gave him insufferable. That's what forces him to let the pest in and guide them with you to the smaller dining room.

He’d simply have to find what the pest needs fast and expedite whatever catching up you two apparently must do.

That's easier said than done; you and the pest are insistent on taking time between flustered pleasantries to share uncertain smiles and lingering looks of longing in charged silence.

It's giving him the worst mood he'd had in years.

At first he tries to discourage this lingering with his mere presence. He knows he's capable of pumping out enough sheer displeasure into the air to knock out a squadron, so he keeps it to his other tools: body language that makes him feel larger than the room and a glare sharp enough to split hair. Both make the pest cringe and shy away, but the chance to gain your favor makes them push through it. Even though he hates it, Mihawk can't blame them.

Mihawk can tell that his mood is setting you on edge too - almost anyone would with the perturbed looks you've been sending his way - but that isn't technically taking your joy, so he doesn't back off.

In fact, he decides it's time to push even more.

He begins interjecting in your conversation, mostly with little insults to take the wind out of the pest's sails.

You aren't yet tipped off that there's something hiding behind his mood; he was never fond of braggarts so it isn't so out of the ordinary for him to humble someone. Of course, you wouldn't exactly call what your ex is doing "bragging" so much as filling you in on their growing career. They are actually relatively humble about it, clearly just excited to fill you in and not phrasing things to seek your praise.

Then Mihawk starts complimenting you.

Mihawk is not one to dish out praise. You've had to fight tooth and nail to get the mere drops of it you'd tasted so far, so his sudden highlighting of your positive traits trips your sensors. It isn't exactly alarm bells ringing, more it makes you feel like there's something you're missing. You figure it's the sudden disruption and old instincts from his Marine Hunter days cropping up.

You would have never guessed that his aim with his nitpicking and praising is to make sure your ex knows for a fact that you are out of their league. They don't deserve you. But he could.

No matter the reason though, you certainly relish in Mihawk calling you things such as "necessary for [his] castle", "smarter than those inane marine trials", "finally proficient and needing no distractions to ruin that", and "better company than a bunch of sea monkeys". Sure, from most anyone else they'd feel slightly insulting, but from everything you've so far seen of Mihawk that's a glowing review.

The uncanny nature of this whole interaction, from Mihawk's tank in mood to the sudden praise, keeps your focus away from your ever shrinking ex.

Mihawk is simply delighted to see your attention going to its rightful place, on him. You should be looking at him with such interest and joy. You should be seeking his approval; not some simpering swine's.

He figures he's been patient enough (it's been almost a whole ten minutes after all) and it is time to end this farce.

Mihawk stands from his spot and goes to sift through the wine rack. He returns with an above average vintage (even by his tastes) and two glasses. He sets them at the corner of the table so he can deftly open the wine. The silence as you both watch him work elates him.

The first glass is placed in front of his seat and swiftly filled. You watch the action with admiration for his fluid and confident motions. The pest watches with growing envy.

The second glass is filled while still sat in the corner, keeping its owner ambiguous.

The bottle leaves one hand and that glass enters the other, coming with Mihawk as he moves to stand behind your chair.

His full height set strongly in sharp shoulders and straight spine cuts a devilish figure behind you. Your ex's first impression was that he is haunting you, but there's some little whisper in their mind that, no, Mihawk is protecting you.

That whisper gets stronger as Mihawk leans forward over you, getting much too close to be polite while he places the wine glass down directly in front of you. His eyes hold the pest's with an air of warning the whole time.

Mihawk settles back upright, placing a hand on both carved corners decorating the back of your chair. The act seems clearly possessive. But surely Mihawk couldn't have found some special fondness for you?

You are none the wiser to Mihawk's antics behind you, too enraptured by the closeness of his reaching arm then too distracted checking out the color and aroma of your gifted wine.

Having at least enough pieces of a functional brain to pick up on that cue, the pest begins rushing out some excuses and makes to leave.

Kind as you are, you tell them they don't have to rush off, but they're adamant. You're a bit sad to see this chance meeting end so quickly, but your mind quickly settles on thinking it's for the best. Your memories of them are distant enough to be cherry picked and seeing them scamper off so easily reminds you that there are reasons you parted.

Mihawk chases escorts them out and returns to you looking much less belligerent and much more at ease. You figure it best to not risk ruining the positive turn by questioning it, yet you can't help but ask one thing.

"I usually have to pour my own wine from the kitchen's rack. What's the occasion?"

Mihawk takes a sip and the comfort of one of his favored wines coming over his senses coerces him into loosening his tongue.

"You've been good." Another sip and he thoughtfully adds, "I could give you more rewards."

Sir Crocodile

The assertive and analytical type

Despite Croc being a plotter, I see him as being quite direct in this situation

Ok yeah maybe he insists it’s because you can do better and you’re definitely above crawling back to an ex (“you broke up for a reason didn’t you?”)

But maybe he also takes this as his opportune moment to get you into his clutches.

Who could blame him when he feels the threat of such an unworthy little nobody working so hard to catch your eye.

Croc always keeps an eye on you, no matter what else demands his attention. Sure, there's an obsessive edge to it, but he just needs to know what you're up to - has to know you're safe near for when he needs you. You are the best assistant he's ever seen after all, and he's been through an army's worth. He's sure his new organization would've crumbled if you weren't there to balance out the clown and his circus monkeys constantly shooting themselves in the foot (sometimes literally).

Many of those circus monkeys were even stupid enough to try and approach you themselves. Luckily for him, you seem about as enthused on the idea of you having a partner as he is.

Which brings us back to his irritation that you haven't swatted that bug away from you. No, instead you seem to be rather tolerant of their buzzing. Maybe even fond.

That just won't do.

The crowds at this schmooze-fest, thrown to entice more pirates and criminals alike, part easily for his beeline to you.

It only irritates him even more that you don't notice him until you're swallowed by his shadow. You even have the audacity to look surprised when you turn to him.

And you truly are surprised - as far as you know there's no reason for Croc's usual grimace to turn into something so stormy, especially directed at you. It quickly jumps to your ex however and focuses that torrent there.

"I don't know you," Croc states gruffly.

"I'm-"

"Your name doesn't matter," Croc interrupts. "What do you do? Why are you here?"

And thus begins the interrogation. You can only watch perplexed as Sir Croc tugs every bit of information he could want out of your ex, making sure to cut off anything he didn't care to hear. That frustrated look and tone become more bored by the second. Every tone tells your ex that they're barely worth the breath to speak, causing them to shrink even faster than Sir Croc's anger did.

You catch their eye and send them a sympathetic smile, and then Croc moves on to you.

"And you," he starts roughly. He lets you sit in suspense while he drags those hooded purple eyes from the crown of your head to the toes of your shoes and back. "Why are you here?"

You're taken absolutely aback by the question, mouth flapping from a mix of shock and offense. You have quite a list of things you keep your eye on at these parties; did he want you to go down the whole thing? After a deep breath, you try, "To gather informationof and from possible allies and help build relationships?"

"Wrong."

Well, at least he let you finish your sentence. Time to try again.

"To make sure the night runs smoothly," you say much more surely. It's an apt description of your overall job.

"Wrong again." Yep, that grimace is now definitely a smirk. One that only widens when you purse your lips and stare him down. You notice the genuine amusement shining in Croc's eyes and relax a touch, content to let him guide this to whatever destination he has planned.

"Then please, Sir, tell me," you relent. "Why am I here?"

He takes a deep puff of his cigar before pulling it from his lips and watching the smoke swirl out with his exhale. You watch it too - admire how handsome he looks reappearing through the haze. Enjoying how small you feel as he leans over you through its last remnants.

He rarely touches you with his golden hook, always using his hand (you've yet to realize it's because he prefers to feel you on his skin). Now, though, he raises it towards you. You're surprised yet again when the curve touches beneath your chin to tilt your face just a little higher; the metal isn't cold like you thought it would be. It must be warmed from resting on his thigh. You shake away the thought of warming it further.

He takes his time assessing you, giving you your own time to look over his breathtakingly chiseled face, admire his striking scar, forget everything else but his eyes on you.

Without intention, you gravitate towards him, leaning forward enough into him and that golden hook drawing you that you have to catch yourself with a stumbling step. The fond chuckle he gives in response resonates deep and rich and feels like a reward flowing over you.

"You, my dear," Sir Crocodile says with unfamiliar mirth, "are here to keep me happy."

"And how would you like me to do that, Sir?" you whisper back.

At first, that just earns you a smile. Then he's drawing his hook along your jaw, tickling the tip around your ear, drawing it gently across your cheek. It ends its journey on your lips, ever so gently pulling your bottom lip down before letting it flick back up when he draws his arm away. You watch the glimmering gold retreat. He's greedy for more of the longing he sees in your eyes. He leans slightly lower and gives you back that hook, this time in the form of an offered arm.

"With your company, of course," He finally answers. The warmth you hear in the drawl of his voice is beautiful.

You slip your hand into the crook of his arm, happy you can feel his body heat through the soft fabric of his shirt.

Halfway back to his previous spot, you realize that you'd become so distracted that you hadn't even said goodbye to your ex. You had wanted to exchange numbers, maybe truly get back in touch and feel out if things would be better this time. Noting how deep your draw to Croc is, you already feel that that would be a dead end. Well, maybe some time rekindling things would help your daydreaming and wishing for Sir Croc finally start ebbing away.

"Did you see where they went?"

Croc has to hold in his smile at your question. "They scurried off on you. It's for the best though; they were exceedingly unimpressive."

You couldn't help but snort at his assessment.

After guiding you to your chair and pushing it in, Croc settles down himself. When he reaches for his awaiting drink, he notices Daz Bonez come back into the room, wiping his hands off on his pants. Their eyes meet and Daz Bones gives a firm nod before heading back to his other duties for the night.

Sir Croc smirks and takes a heavy sip of scotch.

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There you are sweet anon, I hope you enjoyed and that it properly scratched the itch❣️ Thank you for the ask 🤍 Sending much love!!!

Part of a little celebration

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johannestevans · 1 year ago

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all superheroes with secret identities are to an extent about being closeted and secreting part of your identity, which is gay, but like. batman is specifically about his identity in the closet where he dresses up in leather and engages in violent acts with groups of other men

every time joker puts a gun in his mouth. squirts his face with water. every time the riddler collars him. every time bane grips him by the throat, or croc pins him down, or penguin blows cigar smoke in his face, or ra's al ghul touches his jaw and talks about his potential

yes, obviously, he fucks women - he's public about that. bruce wayne, in fact, is very explicitly a womaniser in many adaptations. in the best of them, he's vapid and kind of a himbo, and women are charmed by his hapless appearances and unending niceness

and the thing is like. yes, bruce wayne is that kind. he is caring, he is compassionate - he notices the vulnerable and he wants to help; he listens to people, he remembers details, he's thoughtful.

and also he craves to hurt, and be hurt. he craves the strain in his body.

he aches for the scent of blood and sweat and oil and gunpowder; he wants to feel the bruises heal, wants to feel the itchiness of the healing cuts. he wants to be whipped. he wants to be beaten. he wants his knuckles to hurt from throwing so many punches.

it's not about justice. he beats up goons and tosses them in jail, and they go to jail, and then they come back and keep being goons. he puts the villains in an asylum that tortures them, and he visits the special cases. it doesn't help: that's not the point.

batman's obsession with joker is absolutely about joker's attraction to him and batman's attraction to joker but like. it's also about the fact that joker sees what he is - that he gets off on it. joker pushes him to the max bc he thinks it's funny to force him to admit it.

and the thing about arkham knight, or any other plotline where bruce becomes so obsessed with the joker that he hallucinates or imagines him is that like.

there are 3 people on earth who actually find the joker funny. one of them is the joker. SOMETIMES, another is harley

but the other one is batman. people who don't understand the batjokes dynamic (and crucially don't Get this as a crucial element of batman) don't understand that. batman finds the joker funny. and he feels so so fucking guilty for it. /but he keeps going back/.

batman's little fucking quips are the same as the joker's, he just puts on a deeper, grizzly voice. batman makes puns. batman makes lateral connections for the sake of terrible humour. he's deadpan and autistic and dry as dust, but he makes bad, bad jokes CONSTANTLY.

AND THIS IS WHY HE LAUGHS at joker like. that's what it is.

because this man's just. buried his identity four or five fucking personas deep. all his laughter is fake. most of his smiles are fake. humour is about the unexpected, and joker catches batman by surprise

it's not about joker being Good bc he isn't. the fact that joker is fucking irredeemable and cannot and will not be "fixed" is what makes him the same as batman. they both make choices to never be fixed. they don't want to be. they choose to be fucking clowns instead

#musings #batjokes #joker #batman x joker #batman

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beanghostprincess · 9 months ago

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I'm gonna shamelessly drop some silly headcanons for the Cross Guild and also Shuggy:

• Shanks absolutely told Mihawk to his face "hey I think you and my boyfriend should hook up"

".... Excuse me?"

"I said you and Blue should hook up! :)"

".................. what percentage is that rum-?"

"I'm not drunk! I just think you'd like him!"

"Shanks. Redhair. I begrudgingly think of you as an acquaintance with whom I am not averse to spending time with, but if you ever insinuate I would "hook up" with a clown of all things, I will sever your other arm and beat you to death with it."

".... hot."

"You need professional help."

• cut to several years later, Mihawk is looking at Buggy, laid out on the ground on his tummy and playing with a baby humandrill. Oh, he thinks, watching Buggy coo and smile, quiet for once, sweet and unfiltered, oh no

• falling in love, for Mihawk, was a gradual decline, slow and steady until he suddenly got kicked off a cliff roadrunner style. He was warming up to the clown, was beginning to see what perhaps Shanks saw in him, was growing begrudgingly fond. Then one day, he happened across Buggy curled over onto a desk late at night, his cartoonishly large red outfit loose around him, drowning his limbs. With a touch of something approaching compassion, he designs to move the other to the couch at the very least, but then he sees Buggy is kneading the spare fabric in his sleep, not unlike a cat. When Mihawk scoops him up, the swordsman almost drops him because humans do not purr, and yet... shit. Shit. The Clown is cute. Who authorized this? Seas damn it all, he owes the Red bastard 250 Berri

• Crocodile resisted love with all the aplomb of a feral koala on crack. He outright REFUSED to fall for a clown, let alone THIS clown in particular. Then Buggy goes and does something absolutely mundane but cripplingly sweet like making his coffee PERFECTLY and then asking about the newest batch of strawberrywanis that just hatched. Croc gets affection aggression and is fuming over how much he wants to kiss this dumbass.

Buggy goes and makes it worse by making a soft comment about having been looking into their care himself out of interest and brings up maybe looking into expanding, what with the 'Wani yield, something Croc has been debating for future endeavors because while the current set up is okay and will remain alright, it won't always be. He is frothing. He is feral. He wants to kiss the clown. Shit. SHIT. How dare he?!

• Buggy is simply Oblivious. He has Shanks (and wowza if that hadn't been nice, seeing his boyenemy again after a highly traumatic experience like prison-and-then-war), and he knows he has a bit of a crush on his new business partners, but there's no way they'll like HIM back. It's simply not a Thing. He'll make do with self indulgent fantasies for now.

• Shanks is across the new world, sipping rum out of a sippy cup and grinning at the denden bc He Knows. He knows damn well that nobody is immune to his baby's charm. Nobody Is Immune To Buggy.

• Luffy wakes from a nap in a cold sweat like "my sand dad is about to kiss my clown mom. Zoro. Zoro wake up your dad is about to fuck my mom. Zoro-"

My favorite thing about Cross Guild falling in love is the inevitable way in which both Crocodile and Mihawk swear on their life they will NOT IN A MILLION YEARS fall for somebody as pathetic and ridiculous as the clown. And yet. And yet, they fall and it is painful to go through and they hate every second of it. But it goes from "I wanna kill him" to "He's okay" to "I guess he is cute" to "I would kill for him" in, like, months. Which for them feels like seconds. And they want to die.

And Buggy is completely oblivious, of course, he thinks they hate him. They are just two neurodivergent men who do not know how to communicate their feelings because they have been on their own for too long. So they are just. They're idiots.

Also, Luffy and Zoro reacting to Bughawk has to be the funniest things in the world-

#cross guild falling slowly for each other is just perfect imo #and they hate every second and i enjoy it so so much #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #red haired shanks #shuggy #bughawk #crocbug

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aceandurmom · 4 months ago

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Harlequin Hearts: The Archivist's Swordsmaster Affair Chapter Two

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It had been a few months since then.

The three men in charge had slowly gotten used to the others, more comfortable in each other’s space. Somewhere in that period, they had started to invite you to sit in on their meetings. You were to document all they planned so that they could review it at a later date. It was nice to be needed, to feel important to someone.

Unknowingly to you, Buggy had done some work behind the scenes.

The very day you offered your services to the other two, Buggy had made it his plan to talk you up as much as he could. You had looked adamant about being helpful, even if he assured you that was unnecessary. But, unexpectedly, the Warlords had taken you up on your offer, something the clown had not expected to happen. Yes, you were lovely and incredibly charming, but how often did pirates really need an archiver? Buggy had enlisted your skills because he had a ton of logbooks, maps, and documents aboard the Big Top. Some of them had been passed down from Roger, knowing that Buggy could use them more efficiently than Shanks would. You had come on and organized the mess in an hour or two, a feat he thought impossible would it have been anyone else.

The man you worked for before had abused your powers, forcing you to create contracts unwillingly, or to read through gruesome reports, or to decipher unknown languages.

That had been an ability Buggy made sure to keep secret from the others.

You being able to translate forgotten or forbidden languages. A feat that got Nico Robin into such trouble with the Government. Never did Buggy want you to endure that kind of fate. Hence hiding you from everyone he found to be untrustworthy. And right now, Mihawk and Crocodile fall under that category.

When the Reptile and Swordsman confronted him about you and your work, Buggy put on his most charming personality and talked you up as much as he possibly could. You had always kept him in line, protected him when necessary, and there was never a single flaw in your work.

The Big Top’s pride and joy, their Treasure.

Crocodile had listened intently, more so than Buggy felt comfortable. Feeling like he clung to every detail Buggy revealed of you.

Mihawk had simply nodded and wandered away after hearing his spiel.

The Clown was nervous about the other Warlord. Crocodile was on his watch list, and he continued to prove himself to be deserving of that spot.

So, to keep an eye on you and Crocodile, Buggy had proposed for you to sit in with them. They had taken it easy, no questions asked, even finding the whole situation smart. If they forgot something they had discussed, they could simply review the notes.

Buggy was grateful for it. He did not want to answer any difficult questions. Nor did he want you to think he did not trust you or think you weren’t strong enough to fight for yourself.

Especially after the declaration you had made the first night back on Karai Bari.

The two of you were family now. More so than before.

More than Buggy’s entire crew was, even though he saw them as family, the two of you were….

Brother and Sibling. Buggy relied more on his Star than the rest of his crew, more than he trusted his First Mate, Alvida, or even Cabaji. He realized that now, that he relied on you for more than he thought,

‘Damn, he needed to give them a raise.’

Especially now that you were dragged into this Cross Guild bullshit now. And the fact that you had saved his ass when things got heated with Croc and Hawkeyes. More than once have you de-escalated the overgrown Lizard, calming him down when certain situations grew heated.

Like when his entire crew made a ship that centered around him for the Guild.

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Crocodile walked to the docks, quietly followed by Mihawk, who was already anticipating a disaster. He had felt it as soon as he woke this morning. Strolling behind Buggy the Star Clown, the two were curious as to where you were today. Usually you were five feet at max from your Captain, always present in case things were to go awry. The man was accident prone on his best days, so you were there to deal with the fallout.

Mihawk decided to speak up about it.

“Where is your Archivist, Clown?”

Without looking back, the man answered.

“They, uhm…I pissed them off last night.”

Crocodile had the gall to laugh.

“What did you manage to do to piss off your number one supporter, huh?”

Mumbling, Mihawk strained to hear what he said.

“Repeat, I did not hear you.”

“I tried to help them with some paperwork last night, but I ended up spilling whiskey on some of their documents. They were…not happy, but they didn’t yell. They just told me to leave.”

Mihawk hummed.

“What kind of documents were they?”

“Ones that they had rewritten from their former boss.”

Once again, this ‘boss’ of yours had popped up. Mihawk had to admit, he was curious as to their identity. Whoever it was had caused you much grief, and the Swordsman found himself wanting to assist in getting rid of your problems. Just from these past few weeks, you had done more than what was expected of you in the Guild. More than Crocodile did for sure, which was just to intimidate and give orders as if he were in charge.

“You said you saved them from this ‘boss,’ who exactly was it, if I may ask.”

Buggy laughed uncomfortably.

“You’d have to ask Star that yourself. It’s not my place to say, Hawky.”

Nodding, Mihawk understood where the Clown was coming from.

“I see.”

Crocodile observed, arms crossed and semi-pouting at being left out from the conversation. Mihawk perked up, head coming to stare at the left of the group.

“It seems your Star has had enough of stewing in their rage.”

Buggy nodded, already having felt your Haki approaching.

“Let’s continue on to the Pier then.”

For once, Crocodile couldn’t help but agree, already growing more impatient.

You had caught up with them as soon as the trio made it to the water. Coming up to stand beside them, you bowed your head to acknowledge them, no words coming from your mouth. Which was unusual for you, and had Mihawk not had the conversation just before, he would have been far more worried than he already was. Granted, you did not talk to fill space like Buggy did, you were concise with your speech. To have no report from you about the Guild was odd. Until Buggy glanced at you from in front, signaling you to introduce the ship. Sighing, you came to stand in front of them.

Waltzing up to the overdramatic curtain somehow covering the entire ship, you flashed them your prettiest smile and unveiled the vessel.

“Say hello to the Big Top Blaster, boys.”

Buggy’s face dropped as the figurehead was revealed. Sweating, he tried to play off his nervousness with a dramatic bow in their direction.

“It seems as if my crew-”

And that was when the chaos began.

You watched as Crocodile lunged for Buggy, hook darting straight to his throat. Thankfully, Captain managed to disconnect his neck before contact was made, but that was all that was needed before the rest of you jumped in.

Buggy frantically waved his hands, laughing.

“No, no, no! This was all a BIG misunderstanding, Croccy-!!!”

You leaped forward, connecting your Captain back together and putting your smaller body in front of him. The two other men were atrociously tall, making Buggy seem smaller than he was, but you had to remember that your Brother was still a whopping 6’4.”Mihawk was a few inches taller than him, and Crocodile was feet above them both. Standing at a 8’4,” the bastard was huge.

Mihawk’s leaner body blocked Crocodile from the two of you, giving you time to redirect the situation as well as you could.

Hands thrown in a placating gesture, you bullshitted the first things coming to your racing mind. Anything to calm down the salivating Reptile in front of you. Meeting his eyes, you tried to explain.

“Crocodile, Buggy’s nakama gave me the idea of having the ship cater to his tastes for a few reasons-”

He lunged, trying to get to you now as you placed the blame entirely on yourself. Buggy went to pull you away but you stayed firm.

“It would be ridiculous to have two former Warlords who are incredibly strong in their own right to board a ship as gaudy as this one. It would confuse the Navy to have two of you on board when it’s clear that the vessel is modeled after Buggy. They would expect you two to have your own ships, catered to your tastes specifically concerning the amount of money we should have.”

Seeing Crocodile lean back from Mihawk, you continued the best you could, despite the racing heart rate thumping against your neck.

“It is expected that as two former Warlords we have a lot more funds than we do in reality. No one knows that one of the reasons the Guild was formed was due to an unpaid debt, that is information only we know. It will throw the Navy for a loop, especially considering that they know you two relatively well from your time there.”

Crocodile pulled away from Mihawk. The Swordsman gave you a look, impressed at the wit you had just displayed. You were a quick thinker and the words coming from your lips were sensible as well. Mihawks found his heart fluttering at your competency.

Crocodile loomed over you, hook dangerously close to your head. Feet squared, you were prepared for anything he might throw at you-

He placed his hook over your head, gently patting you.

Eyes widening, you let out a noise of complete shock. Chuckling low in his throat, the man turned to Buggy, pointing a finger at him.

“Your fucking lucky you have your little Star, clown. That head of theirs is one of the only reasons you still have yours.”

And he left, leaving you overwhelmed by the gesture and Buggy conflicted. He adored you, yes, but he was also not at all happy with how you just threw yourself in front of him like that. He was your captain, your older brother, he should be the one protecting you. Brows furrowed, the Clown went to approach you, only for you to see his intentions and turn away abruptly.

You still weren’t completely over the incident from yesterday, but you weren’t too too mad at him. So, to not let him stew in his self-hatred, you threw a small smile at him. He caught it, however short it might have been, and visibly deflated. He gave you a short nod.

Mihawk had seen the entire interaction, had felt your anxiety flying free from your form the entire time Crocodile was heated. And was amazed to have seen you ignore it entirely. With the amount he was feeling from you, even he was getting a little nervous.

Elegantly, Mihawk walked towards you. Feet not making a sound, he approached and offered his arm.

“Could I have the honor of accompanying you to my garden? It seems as if you are still frustrated from earlier events. I can help you keep your mind from them.”

Enchanted, who were you to refuse such a gracious offer?

Tucking your arm against his, you dipped your head.

“It would be a pleasure, Mihawk, sir.”

Together the two of you made your way to his garden, spending the rest of the morning conversing.

–

Funnily enough, the events that transpired yesterday felt like forever ago. After the lovely morning, the day had been filled to the brim with meetings with the shipwrights to discuss their….creative liberties.

You had hurried them along with the construction of the Warlords’s living quarters. Crocodile was growing annoyed each day he had no space to himself, having to share with Mihawk was stressing him out. That much was clear to anyone with eyes, even Richie was noticing his foul mood.

But, that was for future you, now, you had to actually get out of bed-

Out of the corner of your eye, there was a light glinting off of an object in the center of your floor. Now you know you were tired last night, but you were almost positive that it wasn't there before. Sucking in a breath, you dropped out of bed and crawled to the foreign object.

Seeing what it was, you couldn’t help the shriek you released at the symbol engraved in the steel.

–

Buggy was awoken by the sun, waking as it rose like everyday. It was something that Rayleigh had instilled in him as he woke to study every morning. It was refreshing to be up with no one else awake, giving him time to himself.

Only for his morning routine to be interrupted by a scream echoing through the camp.

It had been years since he heard it, making him shoot up and run out the room. Head snapping both ways to look for the thundering steps. Only to see Mihawk and Crocodile already looking at him, ready to follow where he went. They were still unaware who it had come from, not at all expecting the Clown to run in the direction of your room.

He was panicked, more so than he usually was, this was more than his normal flailing. This was pure panic and worry emanating from the man. Mihawk had yet to see the genuine desperation in his gaze as he raced to your room.

“Star!?”

Banging against the door, Buggy tried to get to you. Unable to hear any kind of response, the Clown forewent politeness. The man backed up, only to run head first into the door, and busting it open. Desperately searching for the danger, the trio was met with your kneeling back.

There in the middle of the floor was your kneeling form, facing down and away from the door. You were despondent, eyes glazed and mouth agape. Shaking breathes were echoing through the room, eerily filling the empty space. Hesitant, Buggy stepped forward, leaning to put a hand on your shoulder before thinking better of it. Kneeling, the Clown stayed where he was. Looking to the other two, he motioned for them to do the same.

Mihawk crossed his legs and sat, Crocodile remaining standing, but leaning against the doorframe instead. He wasn’t going to leave though, he was admittedly curious as to what got the level headed Archivist so frightened, especially with no one an active threat. Even then, Crocodile could not see you screaming in the face of danger, always watching as you faced it head on.

Slowly easing his head in your vision, the man scooted closer but remained out of your space.

“Star, what’s going on, huh? You gave us quite a scare.”

Hand pressed to your chest, you continued to hyperventilate, still unaware of the other men in the room.

Frowning, Buggy looked what you were holding so close to you. Knowing he really shouldn’t be doing so, he couldn’t help but reach for your hand. Your eyes finally flickered to him, seeing but not seeing him. Your hands let go of the trinket, allowing Buggy to pull it to him and looked to identify it.

Mihawk got closer, wanting to see the object himself.

Buggy very nearly dropped it, gasping at the insignia etched there. Throwing it across the room, Buggy moved in closer to you. Hands cupping your left, he brought it to his own chest. Exaggerating his breathing, the man tried to get you to match him. You were still in your own head, but the warmth of his hand had brought you out of it.

Eyes finally meeting Buggy’s you hiccuped.

“Brother-”

Voice cracking you tried to keep it together.

Buggy’s heart fell, face falling at the defeated whimper.

He reached out, arms encasing you and cradling your head to his chest. It had been a while since you had seen him without makeup. He was a handsome man, it was no wonder he got so much attention. You tried to distract yourself, but the sight of the object had thrown you off.

Slowly starting to rock, Buggy tried to further calm your nerves.

Seeing that you were being taken care of, Mihawk finally went to reach for the thrown item. Up close, the Swordsman could recognize a blade anywhere. He felt as Crocodile leaned over to see what had caused such a reaction.

It was a small stiletto knife with a Jolly Roger engraved in the hilt. Mihawk did not recognize the sign, somewhat lost. Throwing a look to Crocodile, it seemed as if he was stumped as well. The only conclusion they could collectively make was that it was an East Blue pirate group.

Tucking it away, Mihawk turned back to the two of you on the floor. Not at all forgetting the ‘brother’ that had passed your lips. Unexpectedly, he had felt a bit of relief at the title, like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

Buggy stood with you in his arms, pushing past the other two to leave your room. It was clear you were uncomfortable in your own now, not feeling safe now that such an object was implanted in your room.

You watched as Buggy left, going back to fetch the other two. You stayed where you were, mind numb to the revelations you could make here. You didn't want to think about what it meant. That someone could possibly be working with or for them. Despite trying not to, it was all you could think about. Choking at all the possible scenarios, you tried to stop the tears from falling down your face. You were grown, there was no way you were going to cry in front of three men because you were…scared.

Man, that was different. It had been a while since you were scared, the feeling now somewhat foreign to you. Being under Buggy’s protection had changed your life, even more so when he treated you like a person and not a means to an end.

Mihawk came in first, brows scrunched in concern. It hadn’t felt like it, but the two of you were closer than either thought. The times spent together was more than enough to develop your relationship to the point of expressing concern for the other. You had done it for him without thinking many times before, he told himself he was only giving you the same courtesy. Not because there was a tug in his chest at the thought of you alone and frightened. You were a strong person, intelligent, and loyal. You were an asset to the Guild, that was all Mihawk thought of you as, of course, that was all.

“My dear, who are these pirates? I will dispose of them immediately if that is what you desire.”

Stunned, you tried to speak, tried to explain yourself the best you could.

“I, they….they should be dead already, Strawhat took them down…I, they were reported to be dead….I don’t understand!”

Fingers coming up to your lips, you couldn’t help but chew your finger in your nerves. There was no possible way they should be alive, let alone past Reverse Mountain. It was literally impossible.

Gently tugging away your hand from your mouth, the man protected your hands in his own.

“Let’s start small. Who are they.”

No longer a question, frustration starting to creep in further. He wanted to help, just let him help you.

“Arlong Pirates. They all used to be under the Sun Pirate flag, but Arlong had plans grander than them. Wanted to elevate fishmen above humans, to make them feel all the anguish they had experienced over the centuries of abuse.”

“What does he have to do with you then if his crew were all fishmen?”

Buggy stepped in.

“He had two humans on his crew, one of them was an officer and his Cartographer. You now know her as the Navigator of the Strawhats, Cat Burglar Nami.”

Catching the attention of all in the room, Buggy continued.

“However, our Star was more of a secret to the outside. Arlong already had one human, and he claimed to despise them, so what would that make him look like with two on his crew? So, that man, was Star’s former boss.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #captain buggy #competent buggy #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #cross guild #one piece mihawk #sir crocodile #gender neutral reader #buggy x reader platonic #buggy one piece #buggy d clown

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wordy-little-witch · 6 months ago

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Hiiii PLS 🙏 wordy plssssz i need more transfem buggy headcanons like i love ur post but i need more🥹🤲 like the hc and scenarios that shook the seas,,, wat r crossguilds reaction n shanks n other pirates reaction uahxiskzkzs shes gonna b so hot dksk ive seen fanart and fembuggy looks so HOTTTT

Hiiiii honeybun!!! I got you, dw ♡♡

Reactions!!!!!!!

Shanks

• he finds out through news coos and bounty posters. It's no secret that the redhair pirates keep careful tabs on bounties, new and old faces alike in the game, but there's special attention to black haired rubber boys and blue haired clowns when it comes to bounties and reports. The crew knows this and supports it. So when they get a paper, when Benn reads through it and does a spit take with his coffee, everyone cones scurrying, especially when he yells for their captain.

• (romantic) Shanks, upon seeing the bounty and story, is left reeling. Buggy had always been breathtaking to him, had always been the epitome of everything he finds beautiful and attractive. Shanks adores Buggy, head to toe, inside out, and even then he could always see the little chinks in the other's armor, the discomfort and uncertainty that stained the clown's cells. It's in the microexpressions, he knows, and those signals are suddenly gone in these pictures. He's breathless. He's swooning. He needs to see Buggy in person.

• (platonic) similar to the above, Shanks keeps tabs on his precious people. And Buggy, his beloved baby brother, his beloved best friend, is among those he looks out for from afar. Seeing Buggy so different, so bright, seeing the way his - her - smile finally reaches her eyes and eyebrows and cheeks, it makes him melt a little. He's proud, so proud, so happy that Buggy looks happy and healthy, and he's.... he wants. By the Seas, he wants to see her. He wants to see and meet his sister.

Crocodile

• Depending on the time frame when the change happens, Crocodile either meets Buggy for Cross Guild as a woman or deals with the transitional phase with the business. If it's the latter, he actually makes a point to try affirming what he believes is Buggy's gender identity in vague terms. Then, when Buggy begins to shy away from them, he moves to more neutral monikers, heavy on the Clown and Fool.

• upon being told that Buggy identifies as a woman, he just rolls with it. He has to fight the trans urge to make "we traded genders" jokes, which he blames proximity to the clown for. He's not going to cause a ruckus about it. He will however cause bodily injury if someone else has an issue with that.

• he's absolutely livid, btw, that he finds the clown attractive like this. It's not the body, not exactly - Croc doesn't really care one way or another about the configuration downstairs of his partners - but he is attracted to intelligence, confidence, power, and how pretty someone is when they cry. Sue him, he has a type. It just so happens that Buggy, newly confident, newly steady, is branching out into all of his standards while staying so utterly charming. He's so mad about it. He wants to kiss her. He's going insane.

Mihawk

• he doesn't stick to labels. They're boring. He doesn't care. He will admit however that the majority of those who held his interest were men. The Clown was an exception - though not because of her gender. He's typically drawn to people by their Haki signatures, and he has noticed a common trend in those he enjoys - Shanks with his firey volcanic energy, Crocodile feeling akin to the desert lands he called home, even Roronoa Zoro's antiquated cliffside mountainous energy. He finds earthy energy to be the most comfortable, emotional aspect be damned. The Clown is very much a different element, liquid and mutable and dynamic. It is reflective, overtly bright and rippling uncontrollably. Odd, he admits, but not investing.

• it's when Buggy calms, when she blooms, that Migawk sees the ripples calm, sees the sharp reflections soothe themselves, and sees that the seemingly shallow pond of energy is but a cover which leads into a fathomless sinkhole. The shores are quaint, smooth, beautiful, and lead gradually further and further in towards a sharp drop which casts the Blues into blacks and the blacks into abyssal shade. It's strange, it's unusual, it's delicious.

• it especially helps that Mihawk finds Buggy to be rather good company. Without her forced shrill demeanor and loud hypervigilance, she's actually a wonderful conversationalist. He enjoys her company. It's unexpected.

More romantic aspects bc I am absolutely melting over it-

Cross guild

• Buggy has always been rather touchy-feely, something she constantly fights with because of her past and experiences. She adores cuddles, holding hands, casual touches, and the like. Her boyfriends aren't exactly the types to love PDA or to seek out physical touch. They do allow her to indulge, however, and they each have their preferred manners of doing so.

- Mihawk

- - in public, will pull a full chivalrous move, offering her his arm, his hand when she climbs up or down, a casual yet respectful hand on her waist to guide her.

- - in private, he will cuddle against her back when he is amenable to touch, chin over her shoulder as they both read a book, one arm wrapped around her waist, fingers caressing the soft skin of her soft sides, other hand tangled with one of her own. If not that, he will become a cat in human form, wordlessly smacking whatever was in her hands away to burrow into her stomach or chest, going limp yet clinging in a mess of contradictions. It never fails to earn a slightly annoyed snicker from her.

- Crocodile

- - in public, he and Mihawk seem to share a general demeanor insofar as the types of touches. He does however take it further by occasionally just plucking her up into his arm, treating her as a dainty little thing, casual touches peppered throughout that imply a level of possessiveness, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, a drag of fingertips or hook along her shoulder, a curl of a hand at her hip.

- - in private, the touches come and go, but the emotion behind them remains. Sometimes he will simply trail fingers over her spine or shoulders, absent and affectionate. Sometimes he will drag her into the cage of him limbs to have and hold her close, a cheek pressed to her chest, hand cupping the other breast in a simple gesture.

BONUS REACTIONS

Luffy

• only thinks "uncle buggy -> auntie buggy"

• does not care, Buggy is Buggy.

• is happy that Buggy is happy!!!

• will throw hands if anyone is mean to his aunt, his hands are rated E for Everyone.

Rayleigh

• for a long time, didn't even know. Finds out by rumors in a random bar which he is Hella confused by and so fact checks. Has a mild moment when he realizes his baby boy is in fact a baby girl now. Wild. Decides to go see his daughter because What The Fuck Buglet

• no he doesn't cry when he sees Buggy. He just.... got sand in his eye. He did not get emotional when he saw his youngest child beam at him with a smile so like Roger's, in bold colors which suited her, so bright, so joyful, so free -

• he remembers the trembling, scrappy little being who would huddle between him and Roger after bad fights, so uncertain, so scared, so far removed from the young woman before him today, and Rayleigh just smiles, bonks her on the head and calls her princess.

• and if he pulls her aside later on and they sit together on the beach, drinking together, well.... when he says Roger would be so proud of her, he means it. And when she cries? Well. He won't tell anyone about it. It's a private moment between father and daughter.

#witchy answers!!#transfem buggy #buggy the clown #cross guild polycule #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #shanks #shuggy #rayleigh

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count-alucard-tepes · 1 year ago

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What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

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gayfandomnerd225 · 9 months ago

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Pt. 6 of Dps headcanons

Summer edition (I’ve been gone for a week, I hope yall missed me ;)

Charlie dresses like a gay uncle

Neil wears mid calf length socks with sneakers

Todd refuses to wear sandals

Cameron wears socks with sandals

Meeks’ favourite summer activity is reading in a kiddy pool

Pitts wears weirdly short shorts

Charlie enjoys wearing crop tops in the summer (men look amazing in crop tops)

One time Charlie got Meeks in a crop top and some of Pitts’ short shorts and Meeks didn’t want to admit that he kind of liked the attention that he got from the semi revealing outfit

Charlie owns those dad sunglasses

Pitts cannot tan, he only burns, and badly

Meeks helps Pitts put on sunscreen, and then when that doesn’t work, helps him put on aloe Vera or burn lotion

Cameron wears goggles when he swims, Charlie makes fun of him for being a nerd but he refuses to get water in his eyes

(Totally didn’t forget about Knox) Knox wears white tank tops that he tucks into cargo pants and crocs

Knox has a bunch of different charms for his crocs, his favourites are a frog, a set of sunglasses, and a bikini top

Knox owns several bucket hats, all bright colours

Charlie also owns one bucket hat, it’s blue with rubber ducks

One time Pitts hid Charlie’s bucket hat for a week and when Charlie found out Pitts stole it, he refused to talk to him for a week

Neil wears visors

Todd hates wearing shorts, he doesn’t like how his legs look

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #neil perry #dps fandom #dps #todd anderson #Charlie Dalton #Knox Overstreet #Richard Cameron #Steven Meeks #Gerard Pitts #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanons

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the-bar-sinister · 3 months ago

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Deicide (62403 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 16/?

Summary: In the aftermath of the raid on Onigashima everything changes. The path to the One Piece is a course that can only be charted by those who agree to join together as friends and fight without taking the easy way out.

catch up here.

Buggy had gotten a few drinks into himself by the time he’d worked up the nerve to confront Crocodile. He and X-Drake had celebrated his switching sides the best way they could…by getting drunk and flirting back and forth for a few hours…before Buggy had finally had to excuse himself.

He rolled up his baggy sleeves and took a deep breath before he slammed open the door to the little lounge he knew Croc was skulking around in with as imperious a face as the new Emperor could muster. “Crocodile! I gotta talk to you!”

Crocodile, of course, didn't even lower his cigar. He didn't even answer. He just waved him over. He was sitting in his tall armchair, feet on the table, with a bottle of rye and the morning's newspaper.

Buggy sauntered over with his hands floating off his wrists (and rested against his hips) and a big frown on his face.

“I gotta talk to you, I said!” He leaned in. “About my crew!”

Now Crocodile took the cigar out of his mouth, and breathed smoke in his face. "Alright, clown. I'm listening. What about your crew?"

Buggy breathed it in with a little shiver, before he huffed.

“...you gotta treat my men with a little more respect. Cabaji’s tellin’ me that you’re going around barking orders at him and the rest of my guys.”

Crocodile stared at him for a long moment, and then he patted his lap. "Sit down, Buggy."

Buggy huffed, flushing brightly as he stomped over and dropped neatly into his lap. “I mean it, Croc. They’re my men…they respect me. You can’t just push ‘em around like they were yours.”

Croc's arm slithered around him and his hook dropped across his legs. "Buggy. Sweetheart. I bark orders at everybody. You know this."

Buggy pursed his lips in a frown, looking him in the eyes as he looped an arm around his shoulders. “...I mean, yeah. It’s onna the charming things about you, Croccy. But Cabaji’s gettin’ annoyed.”

Crocodile puffed on his cigar, for a moment, and then pressed it into Buggy's mouth, still damp with his saliva. "That's your swordsman, right? Long dark hair? Bunch of knives?"

Buggy took a puff off it, hanging around his shoulders as he relished the taste. “Yeah, that’s the one. My number one acrobat. A real standout guy. He thinks you’re disrespecting us.”

"Does he now?" Croc snorted, and stroked the curve of his hook over Buggy's thigh. "Alright, Bug. There are two solutions to this. Either one– you stick to me like glue so I can tell you the orders and you bark 'em…"

He left the suggestion hanging for a moment.

Buggy’s leg rubbed against his hook as his torso disconnected to lean into his body. He blushed, huffing softly. “You ain’t the worst company. But go on.”

"Funny you should mention that," Croc chuckled. "Option two is you bring your 'number one acrobat' to bed with us and we sort out questions of respect that way."

WIth that, Buggy went bright red, and his head popped off to turn around and look at Croc with wide and flustered eyes.

Cabaji would be into it, of course.

It’d probably sort it out, one way or another, if he was invited there. It wasn’t as if they weren’t already intimate.

“I’ll think about it,” he said stiffly. “...on that note! I got something I gotta bring up about him.”

Crocodile cackled, and grabbed Buggy's floating head by the pigtail. "Don't fly away on me, clown. What about him? Planning a spring wedding?"

Buggy yelped, and his head fell down against his shoulder again.

“N-no!” he huffed sharply. “I wanna get him a devil fruit! He’s worrying about keeping up with all the freaks in the New World.”

Crocodile twirled his fingers through Buggy's hair for a moment. "Huh, smart man. He doesn't already have one, then? Is he a haki guy, or what?"

“He’s an acrobat. And a damn good one too.” Buggy poked his chest with his floating hand, though…he did nuzzle Crocodile’s hand. “And he’s not a haki master like Mihawk or nothin’.”

Crocodile stared at him, even as he stroked his thumb over Buggy's jaw. "So what, he's just a guy? And he hasn't fucking died yet?"

Everybody from Crocodile's 'crew'-- Baroque Works, what was left of them– had a Devil Fruit. Everybody he associated with had some trick up their sleeve.

Buggy brushed the scruff of his jawline against his fingers with a nod. Cabaji was amazing for having come this far with him— even against all the shit they faced, he was still alive and kickin’.

That had to count for something.

“He’s just that good, Croc. But he wants to be better.”

"You know what? It sounds like he's fucking earned it," Crocodile grumbled. He patted Buggy's face not unfondly, and grinned. "I'll put in a request with Doffy and get him a fruit lined up. And I'm thinking you should bring him to bed whatever else we figure."

Buggy grinned widely at him, his body floating in pieces against the other man.

“Damn right he has! I’ll let him know, Croccy!” He winked. “...about the invitation, too.”

"Good man," Crocodile leered. "I–"

They were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, at which Crocodile barked, "enter!"

Buggy’s head jerked up, and his body parts rapidly snapped back together as he wriggled on Crocodile’s lap with a grumpy murmur of ‘my respect as a co-leader!’

Crocodile didn't let Buggy up, his hook still firmly over his lap– but it didn't end up mattering anyway, it was just Galdino.

"Sir. Buggy."

"Mr. 3," Crocodile drawled out with the air of an almost affectionate nickname. "What's with the knock?"

"Some uh, interesting news, actually." He glanced back and forth between Buggy and Crocodile in a rather nervous way– despite that, Buggy thought whatever the glance was about, it didn't have anything to do with the compromising position.

“Hey Galdy.” Buggy murmured as he fell back against Crocodile with a sigh. “What’s up?”

"Well…"

"Out with it," Crocodile barked. He grinned wickedly. "Promise I won't shoot the messenger this time."

Galdino gave them a look somewhere between sour and wry. Crocodile's attempt at murder had become a joke somewhere along the way between them.

"It's Red Haired Shanks," Galdino said. "Doflamingo's faction reported in by transponder snail that his ship's been sighted around the other side of Wano."

Buggy’s face blanched underneath his makeup, and his eyes went wide over his smile as his lips closed.

“.....” He gripped Crocodile tighter. “.......Shanks… is in Wano…as we speak???”

Crocodile grimaced and raised his hook. "Is every damned Emperor on the sea in the same hundred mile radius?"

Galdino held his hands up. "Don't ask me, I just took the message. But… it sounds like it's close, anyway. Even with the recent shake up."

"Wonderful." Crocodile grumbled. He squeezed Buggy's arm. "Alright, Galdino. Thank you for the information. Were there any other details?"

"They said it seemed like he was making ready to leave."

Buggy grabbed Crocodile by the lapels, looking at him with wild eyes. “We should intercept him, before the bastard slips away again!”

He knew, distantly, he was being irrational. Something about Shanks always set it off in him. The entire reason he’d gone off at Luffy to begin with was because of that damned straw hat of Shanks’.

Crocodile's hook pierced through Buggy's leg, as his grip tightened on his shoulder. "Are you crazy, clown?"

"I'll just… leave you to it then," Galdino murmured, slipping out the door.

Buggy leaned his face nose to nose with Crocodile.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to give that red haired bastard a piece of my mind? He…he…” his hands shook, “he broke my heart, Croccy!”

Crocodile stared at him with incredulous annoyance that slowly melted away into exhaustion, and maybe a trace of sympathy. He let go of Buggy's shoulder and grabbed the bottle of rye from beside his chair, taking a long pull before putting it to Buggy's lips.

"Yeah. You've mentioned," he grumbled. ".... we're gonna have to go find Mihawk."

Buggy grabbed the bottle, and tilted it back in several long swigs.

“Yeahhh….oh he’s not gonna be happy either, is he?”

"Yeah, he sure fucking ain't." Croc shook his head. "How the hell did I end up with both of Shank's fucking exes?"

Buggy took another long swig of rye before he leaned in to kiss Crocodile’s lips. “I think that says a LOT about you and your taste in men, Croccy.”

Crocodile kissed him back, before grumbling. "Well, I fucking hate that. Alright, let's go find Hawkie and give him the bad news."

Buggy laughed, leaning back enough to look him in the eyes. Despite the big smile on his face, he was reeling.

Shanks. Fucking Shanks. Red Haired Shanks the Emperor…the dopey cabin boy from when he was a wide-eyed idealistic brat himself. A boyfriend, a confidant…at least before he changed.

His fingers tightened on the bottle. He was going to need a lot more to drink if he was going to deal with him today.

Stepping across the gangplank from Germa, onto the Charlotte family ship it was the first time Pudding was confronting anyone from the family aside from Katakuri since the handful of days after the wedding.

It’d been a flight from Whole Cake, with as much distance put between them and her Mama’s cooling rampage as possible. She hadn’t had time to leave a note, or the thought to. Pudding wanted to trust her family, of course, but there was no telling who would put their own safety over hers. Mama’s cruelty had a way of bringing out the worst in her family, ensuring all loyalty ultimately was to her.

She and Katakuri had run off together, hopping onto a ship and taking to the sea before Mama grew wise to her so-called ‘favorite’ daughter’s utter failure and ‘betrayal’ in the name of love. It was the sea devil’s luck that they somehow wound up being picked up by Germa 66 as they fled as well.

Sure, she’d taken a girl hostage. Sure, there was very nearly a second war then and there. But somehow tempers had cooled and the two groups had taken to working together at least as long as the flight from Mama took.

After a while it had gotten pretty peaceful. Friendly even. She’d gotten close with Reiju ‘Poison Pink’, and Rebecca while Katakuri seemed to have gotten really chummy with the blue haired Vinsmoke in fact.. Another discussion between the two of them had delayed Pudding and Katakuri a bit heading over when the ship arrived.

But now they were here.

And now the family was here. At least, Perospero, Smoothie, and Brulee were.

Pudding didn't see their mama anywhere. The newspaper had claimed that there were reports that she had died.

She had no idea the truth of it, but if it was true enough, then she and Katakuri might finally have been safe.

With a wave from the top of the gangplank she greeted them, one hand up in her hair to keep her bangs down over her third eye.

“Big brother Pero! Big sis Smoothie! Big sis Brulee! I missed you guys!”

Brulee was sobbing into her hands despite the big smile on her face…she stole glances at the two of them as Smoothie sized them up with her cool eyes.

"Not as much as we missed you, I'd wager," Pero said, hands on his hips. Still, he was smiling widely. "You gave us all a hell of a scare."

Katakuri held up a hand. "Sorry about that, brother. You know how it is sometimes."

According to family legend at least, Pero probably did know how it was sometimes. Before the family had gotten so very large and entrenched in the archipelago, he was the one who had been often away on pirating excursions.

Smoothie nodded slowly, her hand resting on her chin. “...We’re just pleased to see you’re safe and sound. We were worried.”

Her eyes flicked up towards the Germa flotilla however. Pudding knew exactly what was going through her mind.

She didn’t trust them.

Brulee however practically threw herself across the gangplank to embrace her and Katakuri together in a long-armed hug as she sniffled. “You two…I’ve missed you terribly!”

Katakuri scooped her and Pudding up together in the hug. If Pudding had had any possibility of escaping from the embrace, it vanished then.

"Missed you too, sister," Katakuri rumbled.

"So you and the Vinsmokes have been getting along all this time?" Pero asked. "You look healthy enough."

Pudding pat her sniffling sister’s back, squished up against her and Katakuri with a squeaking laugh “honestly they’ve been…shockingly nice? They’re willing to let bygones be bygones about the silly lil’ assassination thing!”

“I should hope so.” Smoothie strode forward on her long legs, enough that she could put her hand on top of Pudding’s exposed head. “It was Mama’s idea, after all. And Mama’s no longer…quite…in control of our family.”

"What exactly is the situation?" Katakuri asked softly.

"The short version is that mother seems to have lost her wits on Onigashima," Pero said. "She's unconscious now, and has been for several days. Smoothie and I are making… preparations."

Pudding watched the glance that passed between her siblings.

She saw the subtle smirk on Smoothie’s face as she nodded to Pero, her fingers brushing through Pudding’s long hair.

“That’s right. Mother has made some dreadful decisions as of late, and is now reaping what she’s sown. For the good of the family Pero and I are working out a plan to help the Big Mom Pirates find their bearings again.”

“Mother’s…unconscious? And she’s gone mad?” Pudding felt almost guilty with the giddy feeling that welled in her chest. “Then we won’t have to worry about her rages anymore?”

Pero put his hand to his chest. "On my honor as the eldest son. Mother's reign is over. For her health….. and ours."

Pudding wriggled free of the hug enough to tackle Pero in a squeeze of her own, her smile wide from ear to ear. She’d spent years and years trying to be mama’s perfect daughter. Even when she was called disgusting, even when she was hit, and even when she was tasked with a sham marriage for Mama’s ego..

But they were finally, finally, finally free. She was finally free to be the Pudding she wanted to be…the Pudding that Sanji had somehow seen when they’d shared the kiss she’d forced him to forget.

The three captains had agreed that they'd meet before dawn and set sail together. As the first gray light of morning filtered over Wano, Law and Komurasaki stood on the shore where Luffy and Yamato, and Kid and his new crewmates waited assembled.

Law waved a lazy hand towards Luffy and Kid both, strolling down the hillside towards the shoreline, such as it was. Wano slumbered behind them, too early in the day for all but the most dedicated out and about on their daily chores.

He had been a prisoner of Wano, locked away with his crew by Kaidou’s hand. He’d seen impressive sights and met impressive people. He’d even taken to the food and the culture…

But he was damn happy it was finally time to leave. Goodbye to the shrines. Goodbye to the samurai and their struggles for power and family feuds. Goodbye to it all.

Luffy waved excitedly back at him. "Traffy! Ready to go? I heard you had a busy day yesterday!"

Between O-Kiku's arm and Speed's SMILE fruit, he had. If they weren't 'friends' Kid would owe him big time. Of course, Kid definitely knew that.

O-Kiku glanced over at him with a subtle smile and a bow of her head both at him and, he was pretty sure, at his own new crew member. Her brother’s hand rested on the hilt of a sword he hadn’t seen before. Near her, Speed, still looking humanoid as she had when she’d left his work, was chatting quietly to Otama, who was nodding seriously despite her huge smile.

Law smirked, “Yeah, Kid ran me ragged helping his new pals over there.”

Luffy's smile beamed even brighter. "I'm glad to see you're getting so much practice with friends, Jaggy!"

'Jaggy' grumbled, malcontent, his flesh arm crossed over his chest and his metal fist clenched. "I see you're having fun with this, Straw Hat. Well, me and my new crew are itchy to leave Wano's shores. We've already divvied the log pose destinations— any last minute business?"

Yamato kept stealing glances up at the hills above them. Law wondered if he expected the whole of Wano to come pouring over the crest of the hill at any moment.

He couldn’t blame him on that. He smirked, crossing his arms. “I think my crew are ready to set sail. Should we just agree to meet on the path to the One Piece? Or some destination just before?”

Luffy grinned widely. "It's pretty guaranteed we'll meet somewhere on the way. I think we can leave it to luck, right?"

"Works for me," Kid nodded.

"Then I just want one last thing before we go," Luffy said. His shit eating grin grew even wider. "I want a hug from everybody!"

Law laughed sharply, his smirk growing just a little wider “classic Luffy…alright, you damn terror. Bring it in.”

Luffy got his hugs. From Law, even from Kid, from their new crewmates– Otama practically tackled him while crying that she was going to miss ‘Luffytaro’ a lot.

It was a loud and chaotic goodbye, as it always was with the damn Straw Hat Pirates, but it was theirs.

They were a whole hour away from Wano, the island disappearing behind their rudder. The sea wind blew through Yamato's hair. He was free.

Yamato half leaned against the Sunny’s railing, his lips parted in the brightest smile he’d worn in ages. If he were in his hybrid form— his full divine dog form— his tail would have been wagging…he could even feel the phantom sensation.

Was this how Oden felt? Standing on a ship bound for places he couldn’t even imagine— freedom from the walls of Wano and the promise of everything beyond?

It had to be. Just like this had to be the same view Ace had when he’d left Wano that fateful night, vivire card in hand. “It really is so huge. Like the ocean could go on forever.”

"Feels like it sometimes," a voice said from behind him. Usopp drew up to his shoulder and leaned against the rail too, the wind tugging at his floppy hat. "First time leaving home, right?"

Yamato rested his head against his open hand, half turned to look at Usopp with a grin.

“Yeah…it is. I had barely been able to even see Wano before, you know? Onigashima was my whole world.”

"That's what it was like for me, too, when I left my village." Usopp smiled at him and looked out over the sea. "Of course, I had imagined what being a pirate was like pretty perfectly, so I was pretty well adapted to it already."

He laughed, and Yamato wondered whether he was actually supposed to believe that claim.

Yamato’s head tilted to the side as his hair fluttered over his face with the wind.

“Just from imagining it? I mean, I trained myself using Oden’s journals, but I still had the old man’s ‘you’re gonna be the Pirate Emperor after me’ trainin’ too.” He grinned. “You must have a pretty amazin’ imagination.”

Usopp tapped the side of his head and nodded sagely. "I've been told that I do."

"He does!" Zoro climbed down from the rigging, dropping to the deck with a smirk. The Straw Hat's ship was so full and busy. "Just don't let him fool you into thinking he has an amazing anything else."

"Zoro!" Usopp crossed his arms, cheeks puffing out..

It was already so different from Onigashima. There were people there, yeah, it was always busy… But Kaidou’s ‘family problem’ was often separate from their hustle and bustle. Bound in his chains, or escaping to better learn how to be Oden and train in secret.

Yamato snickered, his sharp toothed grin wide as he turned to lean with his elbows against the railing and his eyes on them both.

“I’m not the most gullible man in the world, but I have seen the man shoot! You’re sayin’ Usopp here wasn’t a born pirate perfectly prepared for the sea the moment he touched water?”

Zoro caught Usop in a headlock, smirking. "All I'm saying is that if he told the story, and I told the story there'd be some significant differences. And not just cause I'm a shit storyteller."

Yamato glanced at Usopp trapped in the headlock, laughing to himself.

“Well, a man’s gotta craft his own legend, right?” He hopped up, half sitting on the railing with a broad and ear to ear smile “Usopp’s just got a head start on that.”

"See, Zoro? He gets it!" Usopp beamed, hands on his hips. Zoro, meanwhile, just rolled his eyes. Yamato watched him reach for a hip flask.

"Yeah, about that, actually. I've got a question."

Yamato tilted his head doggishly at him, “....I’m listenin’?”

Zoro crossed his arms, giving him a curious look in return. "What do you want us to call you? I've heard you going by two different names."

"Huh?" Usopp blinked. "Oh yeah, I guess I have, too."

“Oh…” Yamato rubbed the back of his neck with a lopsided smile, before he hopped up in a smooth motion to stand on the railing, one hand extended.

“I am Oden! And I was bor..” he cleared his throat, dropping it as low as he could, “born to boil”

He let the attempt hang in the air— it wasn’t his best, even he had to admit it— before he smiled awkwardly. ‘...but my name’s Yamato. Does that make sense?”

It probably didn’t, he could see the way they were already staring.

"So what do you want us to call you," Zoro repeated directly.

Usopp grinned awkwardly as he listened in.

“Y..Yamato?” He said after a moment, dropping down to sit on the edge instead.

Kozuki Oden, the samurai. Kozuki Oden the hero. Yamato had idolized him for years now, since he was 8 years old. When he’d realized that he was a man— that the body he was shackled with as much as he was shackled to the shore of Onigashima didn’t match the way he saw himself— he’d looked for someone to emulate.

It was almost his father, the towering King of Beasts, even as the man threw him to the wolves to train.

But then he’d found Oden the hero and his inspiring story. The sort of man he wanted to be when he grew up, no matter his father’s fury at hearing his name on his son’s tongue, was one like Kozuki Oden.

“Oden’s my hero, you know? When I saw him executed bravely protectin’ his friends as he boiled alive my whole life changed. When I got his journal, I was inspired. I’ve been trying to be like him, even be him…but..” He looked back at the vanishing Wano. “...I’m not. I’m not Kozuki Oden. I’m Yamato, the oni. So call me Yamato.”

Zoro nodded. "Yamato it is. Just so you know, if you'd said Oden, that would have been fine too. Just ask Usopp."

Usopp grinned widely and rubbed the back of his neck with obvious self consciousness. "I don't know why you'd bring me up here."

"Okay, Sniper King."

“Thanks, Zoro.” Yamato laughed into his hand, his bright eyes wide as he leaned forward. “...is that what you want me to call you, Usopp? ‘Sniper King?’.”

Usopp held up his hands. "No way, I'm Usopp. Sniper King's some cool guy in a mask."

Zoro patted Usopp on the back. "Yeah. Okay, man."

Yamato grinned widely, his old mask bouncing in the wind at his hip against the cord of his nio-dasuki.

He liked ‘em. The Straw Hat crew. They had an easy way around them, a rapport he hoped to one day be a part of. Even with the talk of masks in the air Yamato felt like they didn’t need them.

That there was nothing like that between crew members, outside of the occasional teasing jab.

Maybe one day Yamato wouldn’t need his, either.

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