#cross-guild

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Interrogation

Headcanon: Interrogation at cross-guild doesn’t go the way they thought.

Warning: descriptions of violence.

My muse: @since-im-already-here. Thank you for allowing me to exploit your weakness.

Masterlist here.

Prompt background: You are a hardened and seasoned individual. A tank, a solid unit that can handle literally any physical damage and recover. You have but one weakness, unknown to all close to you.

Crocodile: beats, kicks, hooks the skin from atop your shoulder blades and flays you against the ceiling by chains. He suffocates you with sand, taunts you by blowing cigar smoke against your face – you do not break

Mihawk: penetrates your skin with his cross blade all while degrading you, attempting to gather information to physically pry them out of you piece by piece. He wields Yoru, flourishing it and slicing you with the wind beneath his mighty blade pushing you from your feet – but, you still do not break.

Buggy: takes his middle finger between his teeth, removes his white glove and immediately places his pinky finger between his painted lips, removes the digit from his lips with a 'pop' and playfully begins wiggling it at you. Removing the finger from his hand with a small 'click', the littlest finger begins inching its way slowly against the polished floorboards; a slimy line of red-stained drool following behind it in a trail. As the digit climbs over your body and makes its way up to sit at your collarbone, it taunts you by waving the top phalanges at you in a pathetic wiggle - you break.

You: immediately wince, wiggle, scream, cry, blabber, “please no, please no, please no. I’ll tell you anything. If I don’t know the information, I will go out of my way to learn it for you. I will do anything you ask of me. I’m begging you. Please don’t put that in my ear.”

Stunned silence. This is what broke you. A wet willy from the clown.

Tag list @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @writingmysanity

[wellfine]

Au fucking revoir Mister Prince

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

[crow-person]

2 of them want buggy dead the other wants to honk his stoopid red nose <3

[huyandere]

cross guild chats

[littlewanibites]

Cross Guild Game Night

[reineydraws]

loser clown gains mobster boyfriend, has no idea how it happened 🤡 (insp.)

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Mihawk's gone from babysitting Zoro and Perona to babysitting Crocodile and Buggy

[betaminshitto]

i have a lot of pent up uno frustration

[crystallizedtwilight]

Scene redraw!

[fanaticsnail]

Happier Than Ever

Masterlist Here

Fic Prompt Only: Cross-Guild and Shanks x f!reader

"Made all my moments your own // just f--king leave me alone"

"I could talk about every time that you showed up on time // but I'd have an empty list 'cos you never did"

Synopsis: Sir Crocodile is well known for collecting the ex-friends, ex-rivals and ex-acquaintances of Red-Haired Shanks and hosting them in his club. He is unsure why he does it, whether it be jealousy, hatred, loathing or respect - but he can't help but to admire the redhead's taste.

When he invites his latest collection of Shanks' discarded scraps to his home, both Mihawk and Buggy are shocked to find Shanks' ex-wife wrapped in the life of luxury supplied by the generosity of Sir Crocodile. Both men have longed from her from afar, pining for the one thing neither could possess.

Both men know her, and she knows both men. Her wound at the split between she and her husband have long-since healed over, but the scar runs deep and thick. This woman served with Gol D Roger, was a vicious fighter, but remained an innocent flower within the world of thorns.

Now that she's unbound by the chains of faithful matrimony to their joint rival, who will make their move? Or is it already too late, her finding her retribution within the arms of the crocodile?

Song Suggestion: Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish (past), Happier Than Ever - Kelly Clarkson (present)

Notes: You know when you listen to a song and are transported into a world against your will? This is the plot that loops in my head every time I listen to either version of the song. Billie Eilish's version feels like a younger "ex-girlfriend", but Kelly Clarkson's is so "ex-wife".

[matttheratkingart]

They don’t call him Hawk Eyes for nothing

[humans-are-tasty]

[eriochromatic]

cross guild hours except only one of them is vaguely doing work~

[huyandere]

some shuggy shenanigans

[littlewanibites]

Dog Park