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[writingoddess1125]

Hair disaster

Just a Brain Blah

Buggy x FemReader + Dee & Bee

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• You all should have known the twins would find trouble- they always did. This was only amplified by their jealousy of the new baby on the way.

• Due to the recent news of your pregnancy (check out here) You had been being watched by Buggy like a hawk, paranoid of all things which made the twins more aggressive in their destructive tendencies.

• So in order to keep the twins busy he had taken the difficult job of letting the twins be his apprentices-

• It was a way to keep them busy, for Buggy to go out to sea for short periods and in Buggy's words 'Teach them to be real pirates!'

• The next morning at breakfast the twins sit down at the dinning room table, Trying to be as quiet as possible and grab some things like they were prepared to run off.

• For the first few weeks they enjoyed it- Till the reality of chores set in. When they tried to throw a fit Buggy was quick to put a end to that and the boys were now just grumpy.

• It had been a week out to sea with the twins before he returned with some spare loot and things needed for the baby. The twins sour faced-

• "How was everything?" You questioned as you sat in the large lounge chair Buggy had gotten you and saw how dirty and tired the three looked.

• "Ask your sons-" Buggy said, However the steeled glare from you made him mutter a 'Our' and that he was going to shower and sleep in the guest room.

• The boys were no better then Buggy as they grumbled as well and climbed upstairs to clean themselves and sleep. Seemed you got the master bedroom to yourself-

• "Whats got you two in such a rush?" You question, seeing that gleam of mischief on their faces and also some guilt-

• "BOYS!!!!" A loud and wrathful yell sounded throughout the cabin.

• "We aren't in a rush mom- Just have things to do since we are 'apprentices' Right?" Dee said calmly as he looked to Bee who grinned and nodded.

• You raised a brow at their words, Going to question them further when a roar sounded through the house.

• You snap your head to look at the boys but see they had already gone- Clearly had run the moment they heard the voice.

• Blonde- So much blonde in his hair- It seemed like half his hair had been dyed in his sleep by the twins. Most likely using Burondo Burondo Oil that Cabaji used in his hair-

• You quickly rush upstairs, Afraid of what you would see and dash into the guest bathroom were you could hear Buggy yelling.

• However nothing would prepare you for what you saw.

•"I-Its pretty-" You try but he glares hard at you, Grumbling and angrily ranting to himself.

• It took every bit of your soul to keep from laughing.

• "Pretty!? PRETTY MY ASS!" He roared as he stomped his foot more and lost his mind.

• "Buggy- It doesn't look that bad I promise" You say grabbing his hand slowly, Knowing he was very mad right night and needed to calm down before he did something he would regret.

• He turned to you like he was going to scream and lose his temper- However he forced his mouth closed and bit his lips in anger.

• "It doesn't look bad Buggy. Besides it looks like it's Burondo Burondo Oil anyway which fades after a few days to the original color. So it's not very permanent" You reason, giving his hand a squeeze.

• Buggy sighs at this- knowing you were right but still angry. You reach out and touch his newly blonde hair.

• "And it looks pretty! Blonde hair goes well with blue eyes" You point out and say cheerfully. Buggy grumbling still but his spare hand just rubbing your unshowing stomach still.

• You let him do this, despite not being in the mood for physical touch. "Better?"

• "Better..." He grumbled, clearly still irritated but better now. You finally ask him to explain why the twins did this.

• "They wanted to revolt because 'being a apprentice is hard!' so I had them sweep the entire deck. Teach them that Mutiny is always punished" He said calmly, a fair punishment by pirate standards as the twins clearly were in the wrong.

• "But since they wanna be petty now- I can do that as well-" He said with a wicked grin.

• Gods help you all..

• Walking down to the docks for some fresh air, you heard the loud laughs of Buggy and the crew. Following the sound you see them all lounging at the docks drinking and watching the Big Top?-

• Getting close you saw it- The Big Top was covered in tomatoes and other random garbage on it like it had been vandalized!

• Rushing over you then see it- The twins on Ropes cleaning off the vandalism. While Buggy amd the crew hand tomatoes and random things throwing it at any spots they felt they missed.

• "BUGGY!" You yell as you see him fling a tomato at his sons head. The Captian turning to look back at you.

• "Oh (Y/N)! Come sit! Join us!" He insisted with a grin.

• "Doesnt this seem too cruel?" You pointed out. Pointing to the clearly pissed off boys

• "Now my Doll, You have been a wonderful mother. But you have spoiled these two rotten! It's time they get a hard lesson" He said as he patted your shoulder and had you sit to watch.

• You didn't know it was possible for two people alone to clean and repaint an entire ship but sure as hell did Buggy have them do it

• It being nightfall when they finished and glaring hard at Buggy- Cleaely this wasn't over. They had lost this battle but wanted to win the war-

[loganwritesprobably]

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - One Piece Fic

Important Tags: Competent!Buggy, Dark!Buggy

Character(s): Buggy, Crocodile, Mihawk

Pairing: N/A

Request?: No

Summary: It isn't until a month after the announcement of the Cross Guild that Buggy peels away the sheep skin that he's been wearing for years to show the man that Roger truly raised, and his lieutenants aren't quite sure what to do with the new Buggy

Warnings: Mild gore mentions

Inspiration: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off

[eclown4hire]

assortment of sillies!

[writingoddess1125]

Buggy when he finds out what I've written about him-

Buggy: YOU WROTE ABOUT ME GETTING PEGGED!?

*Me Running for my Life*

"I Regret Nothing!!!"

I’m such a tsundere simp… I hate the fact I like this evil clown bitch

[mrteaspill]

Drew some M(itosis)preg AU Doodles at Uni!!

(Imagine this is a timeline where Garp didnt know he can 'give birth')

Sengoku & Tsuru: Please, don't hold your baby like that Garp.

Tsuru wants to make sure Garp feels how she and Sengoku felt around him (Garp always drives them crazy, so now its their turn for payback)(little did they know, that exact baby is gonna cause so much trouble for the world)

Quick father-son nap /(>×<)\

To Rayleighs dismay, in a decade and half, hes tasked with raising not one, but TWO babies lol.

He also got it wrong about Garp. Garp didnt pull noone, he only gave birth🤷‍♂️

Just the sons being adorable😙✨️

[kacievvbbbb]

honestly you would think Rayleigh gave birth to shanks the way they are just exactly the same person right down to their alcoholism, penchant for scheming love of sandals and other generally horrible fashion items.

In a world where Mihawk meets Shanks first, he later goes to challenge old man Rayleigh and it all starts to click into place. like "oh you're the reason I'm stuck with that" point to Shanks wearing an outfit a pattern blind person put togther.

[onlydcherry]

No way Roger gave shanks both of his hat’s while he sent buggy on lookout

[hulltry]

Luffy’s parent chart is wild (I bet I’m missing some too)

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Part 17

Let Me Help You With That

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 3930

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: Crocodile isn't happy with your charming guest, and you might agree.

Author's Note: I am WAAYYY too excited for y'all to read this one 😭

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Flashbacks from Reader's Past | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | (If reader is not in the scene, then these symbols will bracket that section to denote the POV shift)

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author has Chosen to Exclude some Smut Warnings for this Chapter to Avoid Spoilers, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Hair-Pulling, Rough Oral Sex, Comeplay, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“I don’t like this.”

“Really,” Mihawk teased, pouring Crocodile a glass of scotch before topping off his wine. “ You hide it so well.”

“Fuck off,” Crocodile grumbled, more annoyance than anger coating his rough voice. He continued pacing after accepting the scotch, taking too large a sip, too quickly. He hissed lightly at the burn, then sent those silver eyes to tear into the man hanging his fancy coat on its fancy hanger. “Tell me what they’re doing.”

The swordsman smirked, touching his arm to guide him to one of the loveseats. 

The loveseat that was against the connecting wall to the middle suite. 

“They already went in there,” Crocodile huffed, taking up a large space on the small sofa. 

“You didn’t hear the doors? You really are bothered, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m fucking bothered,” he snapped, although his voice was a bit hushed so close to that wall. “You invited some freak to come fuck our girl, and our– and you didn’t think to tell me? I don’t care if he’s your ex, he’s a fucking Emperor. This is not a good time for variables. Or do you not care about our plans?”

Mihawk was still standing, his head cocked after the slew of words that had just left the typically stoic man’s lips. Crocodile’s jaw clenched tighter with each passing moment of silence, until confusion took over his features, his lips parting as Mihawk sat down beside him. 

Tapping his ear, Mihawk shifted in his seat, facing Crocodile as he tilted his ear toward the wall. This left the golden eyed man with nowhere to place his long legs except for across the larger man’s lap, leaning back against the cushioned armrest as he met his gaze.

“I apologize for not telling you about Shanks,” Mihawk began, taking a large swig of wine while Crocodile processed his words, and the weight Mihawk had so casually stretched over his lap. Silver eyes narrowed, searching for lies on the swordsman's face as he continued his apology. “You’re right. We’re partners, and I shouldn’t have let my personal feelings keep me from respecting our professional arrangement. It won’t happen again.”

“Didn’t know you were capable of apologies, Hawk Eyes,” Crocodile sighed after a long pause. He downed his glass, which the other man grabbed to set down for him, as those long, leather clad legs were still restricting his movement. 

“I am capable of many things that you aren’t aware of,” he replied, just a hint of that teasing edge in his words.

“Just tell me what they’re saying,” Crocodile groaned, rubbing his palm over his face. “If he hurts her, your apology is fucking null.”

Mihawk laughed as he extricated himself from the sofa, fetching the bottles of scotch and wine before resuming his position. He looked as pleased as a cat with cream as he stretched across Crocodile’s lap again, body going loose before he started to share what their girl was up to.

“Don’t worry, Crocodile. Our little rabbit is far more interested in our clown than touching the handsome stranger. In fact, she’s giving him a rather hard time.”

He chuckled at that, his eyes looking up a bit as he focused on the laughter in the other room. 

“What do you mean,” grumbled the scarred man, frowning deeper than usual as he waited for more. 

“Well, Y/N insulted Shanks’… manhood for one thing,” Mihawk laughed as Crocodile choked on his liquor, trying to speak through his coughs until Mihawk took pity on him. “Don’t worry, it was just a joke. They seem to be having a lighthearted time in there.”

“How does your ex handle being the butt of jokes?”

“He’s not my ex, you know,” Mihawk insisted, stretching his neck before elaborating. “He was a rival. Then a friend. Then a close friend.”

“Do you consider all your close friends to be ‘phenomenal fucks?”

Golden eyes widened, showing a hint of shock, even a surprised lift to the corner of his lips before he shook his head with a laugh. Crocodile flexed his jaw before taking another burning sip, looking away from that pleased face.

“I can’t imagine you have many close friends either, sandman, and it’s not easy to find lovers worthy of respect out on the seas,” Mihawk started, his teasing voice turning sharper as he went on. “What about you, Crocodile? Do you have any long lost loves out there somewhere? Did you keep a little harem of sweet girls when you had your hook in that kingdom? Maybe there’s even a few baby crocs crawling around some–”

“Enough.”

Blood and scotch mixed in Crocodile’s palm, most of the shards of glass still held or embedded in his hand after he’d crushed it. Mihawk’s eyes looked even less human than usual, assessing the other man like a predator deciding whether to leave this catch alone or not. 

“Let me help you with that,” Mihawk rasped, slowly reaching for that clenched fist. Crocodile nodded, the veins in his reddened neck starting to shrink. He followed the swordsman to the bathroom, the only sounds being his slowing breaths, Mihawk’s little hums, and the tapping sound of each piece of glass as they were carefully removed from his palm to fall into the bin.

“It’s not bad,” Mihawk noted after cleaning and wrapping the collection of small wounds. “I’d hate to have to buy you another hook. This one looks rather expensive.”

Crocodile huffed a laugh, the tension in the room starting to ease while he sat against the marble counter. He let out a sigh, tilting his head toward the ceiling before diving back in. 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh, Shanks? I think he can take a joke better than you can,” Mihawk laughed, holding his hands up at Crocodile’s scathing look. “Sorry, sorry. No more jokes. Not tonight, anyway.”

“Just tell me what’s happening.”

Mihawk agreed, but led the scowling man out to the bedroom before frowning at the loveseat, mumbling about that “peaty stench.” Instead, they sat on the edge of the bed, Crocodile’s rough voice starting until Mihawk cut him off.

“Your sweet girl was brattier than I’ve ever heard her, and Shanks is handling her well.”

“Are you fu–”

“She’s having a lovely time,” he assured, smoothing his hand over a large thigh before Crocodile could get to his feet. “I wouldn’t let him hurt her any more than she wants. Besides, our clown is taking good care of her. Shanks is giving our pets a night to remember.”

“I don’t fucking trust him,” he growled, shaking his hand loose after clenching it around the bandages. He paused, waiting for Mihawk’s snarky reply, but they shared another long, empty moment. 

Another moment that neither man used to bring up the elephant in the room.

“I should have told you,” Mihawk rasped as he stood, touching Crocodile’s shoulder as he moved to stand between those long legs. “In the spirit of honoring our professional agreement, why don’t I make it up to you?”

The air shifted, hot and thick, while Crocodile’s eyes narrowed yet again as he studied the man that was too close. 

That he’d let get too close.

“How do you mean,” he asked, although the answer was clear in those golden eyes, a tiny gleam of fire building within them.

“Since it’s my fault that you’re without your sweet girl, or your only hand tonight,” Mihawk purred, taking his time running his fingers down Crocodile’s arms, “I believe I owe my business partner some assistance with relieving the stress I’ve caused. Don’t you?”

Crocodile wet his lips, eyes pouring down that wicked face, that bare chest, those ridiculously low, leather pants, to the hands that traveled back up his arms to his shoulders. He didn’t stop the swordsman when those arms wrapped around his neck. 

The man was so close. 

“What do you say, sandman?”

“Business partners,” Crocodile urged, unable to look away from the other man’s smirking lips.

“Of course,” Mihawk hummed as he leaned even closer. “I’m just helping out my business partner. Can’t have you so stressed before the big event. Let me take care of you.”

That offer, that request, was left as a tempting breath along Crocodile’s lips, and his silver eyes went dark before he closed that fraction of space. The kiss was almost angry, as if there was too much energy in their bodies, so they forced it into each other's hungry mouths. Soft grunts, little gasps, and heavy breaths filled the air as their tongues explored each other. 

Mihawk’s lips managed a smirk, a laugh almost breaking through, until Crocodile’s bandaged hand forced him deeper into the kiss. Fingers twisting into soft black hair brought pretty noises from the swordsman’s throat, which only made those fingers tighter.

“Fuck,” Crocodile broke the kiss with a groan, pushing Mihawk back after the swordsman had pressed a leg against the hard length already growing in his dress slacks. Before either could say a word, Mihawk was on his knees, trailing hands along Crocodile's inner thighs, devilish satisfaction clear on his face. 

“Take these–”

“Shut up,” Crocodile growled, cutting Mihawk off with the tip of that golden hook, pressing into his neck. “You wanna suck my cock so fucking bad, you don’t get to tell me what to do. You gonna ask nicely?”

Mihawk’s eyes went heavy, fluttering as the hook dug in, his mouth slack as he tried to look up at the man who had him. 

“Please, Croc, take your pants off. Please, let me suck that perfect cock of yours.”

Mihawk gasped when Crocodile grabbed his jaw, hard, scraping the hook down his neck to his shoulder. Crocodile finally had his own pleased smile as he stared down at the twitching man in his grasp, those leather pants straining as Mihawk moaned from the pain. 

“If you want this, you know what my fucking name is,” he taunted, leaning down to whisper in Mihawk’s ear as he kept dragging that sharp point down his skin. “What’s it gonna be, little bird? Still want what I can give you?”

“Yes,” Mihawk gasped before scraping his bottom lip through his teeth. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” Mihawk moaned, his eyes rolling white as the words left his lips. 

“Good boy,” Crocodile purred, releasing him before standing up. He towered over the man on his knees, smirking down at the unexpected sight of Dracule Mihawk begging for his cock. “Now get to work.”

Mihawk gazed up at the man he’d just called, ‘daddy,’ and obeyed instantly, his mouth hanging open with need as he reached for Crocodile’s belt.

“Yours too,” the scarred man ordered after Mihawk helped him out of his clothes. Crocodile had started to undo his vest and shirt slowly, but Mihawk’s skilled fingers flew up to free him. Now Crocodile sat nude on the edge of the bed, watching as those leather pants were undone, and set aside so carefully that he laughed. “You’re so precious about your fucking clothes.”

“Of course, they’re one of a kind,” Mihawk huffed, frowning a bit before going to his knees again.

“I’ll make sure you get all the fancy clothes you like, swordsman. Want me to hunt down a personal tailor for you?”

Mihawk paused, cocking his head as his hands reached for the larger man's thighs. It was his turn to narrow his eyes, before laughing at the sincere look on that frightening face. 

“I would never say no to such an offer, but I made those myself.”

He started to smooth his palms along Crocodile’s thighs, looking away from the face above, missing the grin that beamed down at him. Fingers dug into that black hair again, and he moaned softly as he was forced to meet Crocodile’s gaze.

“So, my scary little bird likes to garden, treats cats like fucking children, collects the prettiest toys, and even makes his own fancy clothes,” he teased, though his voice was filled with enough heat to keep Mihawk from retorting. “Do you want daddy to help his little prince build a new castle?”

Mihawk gasped softly, eyes still guarded as he melted into the rough touch. 

“I like that song you hum when you’re happy,” Crocodile whispered, almost releasing Mihawk when he realized what he’d confessed, but he charged on, pretending it hadn’t happened. He brought his hook down along Mihawk's back, trying to distract him with pain that had the man’s cock twitching. 

“You know I can give you what you want, don’t you?”

“I know you can, daddy,” Mihawk agreed, a bit of himself coming back as he let that tasty word float between them. “All I have to do is tell you what I want.”

Crocodile sat back, satisfaction warming his features as he flicked his eyes down. 

“Show me how much you’ve been wanting to suck my cock, you twisted, little prince.”

A needy sound left Mihawk’s throat. He stared too long, etching that moment into his memory before giving in to that desire and demand. 

Long fingers danced down his thighs, and Crocodile caught himself holding his breath as those shining eyes got closer. Mihawk let himself admire that cock the way it deserved, looking it over as if trying to decide which bite of cake to enjoy first. Those heavy balls hung down over the edge of the mattress, and he couldn’t resist reaching for them first, enjoying the little gasp Crocodile let out. He traced his fingers up the shaft, taking in every new sound from his lover’s lips. 

Mihawk brought both hands down, wrapping around that thick cock before leaning in. He looked up from his work with a wicked smile, feeling precum drip down his own length from how desperately he’d been wanting to do this. 

“You’ve made a lot of promises, daddy,” he teased, hands still playing while a stern face stared down. 

“And?”

“And I hope you keep them,” he purred, licking over that swollen tip. The taste made him moan, Crocodile taking in a sharp breath at the feel of that sweet, dangerous tongue.

Mihawk swirled that tongue, spreading the taste around until Crocodile shuddered, reaching for Mihawk’s hair to hurry him up. Mihawk moved before those fingers could push him, taking as much of that massive cock down his throat as he could in the first go.

“Gods, yes. Good boy, use that filthy fucking mouth of yours.”

Strangled, desperate moans vibrated over Crocodile’s veiny shaft as Mihawk let spit drip down for his hands to play in while he kept opening his throat. 

“One hand, little prince,” Crocodile chuckled, dragging his hook along Mihawk's forearm. “You can make us both come, can’t you? You talk such a big–”

That hungry throat relaxed further, even as the man on his knees reacted to the challenge. Muffled grunts forced through as one of his hands left Crocodile’s base to wrap around his own, throbbing length. His other hand shifted down to those heavy balls, squeezing and stretching as he swallowed as much of that fat cock as he could, shoving deeper and deeper. 

“Fuck yes. Fucking knew my cock would fit your throat, you dirty, little prince. Be a good boy, and spill all over your hand before you swallow my come. You want daddy's come so fucking bad, don’t you?”

Golden eyes burned with tears as Mihawk looked up, unable to respond except for the choked moans and nods that were lost while he fucked his face onto that cock. But Mihawk obeyed, eyes rolling back as he brought himself, his come shooting high enough to coat his own chest, and the bottoms of Crocodile’s thighs. 

“Ju–ust like that– fuck,” Crocodile praised, fisting Mihawks hair to guide the last few strokes. The bandage on his palm had soaked through, but neither man noticed while Crocodile forced that willing throat to take everything he had to give. 

Mihawk lost himself in the pain and bliss of being used, drinking in his lover's pleasure as that delicious cock pulsed along his tongue, and so fucking deep down his throat.

After a pause, Crocodile yanked the man up by his hair, Mihawk letting out a filthy moan from the force. 

“Fuck…”

Silver eyes poured over the masterpiece that was Mihawk’s body. His own pleasure dripped down his chest and stomach, while the blood from Crocodile’s palm trailed down from the back of his neck, his shoulder, gathering over his collarbone before it fell down his chest in a few thin, bright lines. 

“Pretty prince,” Crocodile rasped while Mihawk still twitched from his attention. He released that black hair, frowning at the blood pooling in his palm. Mihawk leaned forward as he grabbed the bleeding hand, either not noticing, or not caring as he placed it against his chest, adding to the mess on his skin.

“So, did I please you, daddy,” he asked, his normal, teasing voice rough from the abuse his throat had just taken. 

“Need more praise, huh? Such a spoiled little prince,” Crocodile laughed, tracing one of his thick, jeweled rings over Mihawk's pouting lips before he could retort. “You were soo good for daddy.”  

The swordsman's eyes fluttered closed, a relaxed smile touching those devious lips. He swayed a bit, a rare look of exhaustion washing over his features. 

“Shower first, bright eyes. You look like a fucking crime scene.”

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“Come here,” Crocodile urged, frowning at Mihawk when he laid down in his normal spot, with no one between them. Mihawk raised a brow, but kept his mouth shut, moving to let the larger man curl around his back. 

“Are they okay in there?”

“Of course,” Mihawk laughed softly as sleep pulled the two ex warlords under, “Buggy’s already snoring.”

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It hadn’t made a difference when Shanks released you, his hand no longer covering your lips. You weren’t sure you’d be able to make a sound ever again, to speak any words after the weight of change that Shanks had dropped onto your life.

Buggy’s silly snores gave you bittersweet smiles, yet you still couldn’t sleep. 

Every sweet thought of Buggy led to the grief of him being gone. Every sad thought of losing Buggy led to guilt, the need to never hold someone back, to never force someone to be with you. 

Selfish. What have I done, anyway? I betrayed him, used him, now we’re both just playthings. He needs to leave. He deserves better than me.

Eventually, Shanks drifted off with his arm still wrapped around you to touch Buggy’s waist. The connection between them was so heavy and ringing that it made your teeth hurt. Time became torture, caught between these sleeping men, and your hurtful thoughts. The prick of tears came, and you longed to sneak out of this bed to be held in the massive one next door. Convincing yourself that you’d be able to sneak away from these powerful pirates undetected was pointless, as the thought of leaving Buggy alone with Shanks made your stomach turn. 

Out of pure exhaustion, you were finally forced into sleep. Stormy seas met you again, but this time the ship was cast in red light, and it was Buggy’s voice calling your name.

~~~

“Y/N? Pretty star? You hungry, baby?”

Foggy eyes opened to a smiling face, that red nose seeming redder without fresh makeup to distract from it. Buggy was propped up on an elbow, holding an orange slice to your lips.

“I’m hungry,” Shanks purred, making you jolt as your sleepy brain remembered whose warm body you were pressed against. 

“Get your own food, shithead,” Buggy grumbled, eating the slice himself before you had a chance to think. 

“Didn’t know this was a buffet,” Shanks chuckled as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, humming at the twitches and moans you let out from the sensation. He breathed his next words against your ear, the heat and promise in them making your body tighten, already dripping for him. “I’d love to eat a little bunny for breakfast. I bet you taste so fuckin’ sweet, huh Y/N?”

Too tired and tingling to care that this charming man was here to steal your love, your head fell back against him with a desperate whine. Shanks let out a satisfied sigh as your body loosened, kissing and nibbling down your neck. Buggy placed an orange slice on your tongue, his crystal eyes feasting on the sight of Shanks’ hand and lips on your body before he kissed you, sharing that sweet, yet sharp taste.

“Mm, such a needy little bunny. Gonna tell me how she likes it, Bugs? Tell me how to–”

“Time for work,” Crocodile ordered, the heavy clang of his hook beating against the door. 

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You were in a daze. 

It didn’t make sense that you had already gotten used to a routine that was so new, and so dangerous, so likely to change at any moment. 

Yet, adding Shanks to the mix threw you off. You found yourself spacing out, and you weren’t the only one affected. Crocodile’s displeasure radiated off of him like simmering heat when Shanks charged into the shared suite to get ready with the group.

His frown only let up when it was his turn for the shower, smirking at Mihawk’s daily complaint about needing to install multiple shower heads. 

“I need a hand, sweetheart. Wanna help daddy out?”

Crocodile rested his arm against the shower wall away from the water, his soft eyes leading you to his bandaged palm.

“What happened?”

Your question was drowned out by two other voices, Mihawk’s lazy drawl, and Buggy’s excited yell.

“None of us can reach that—“

“I can lend two hands!”

Buggy had already dried off, dropping his towel to the floor as his hands flew back into the shower. Giggles burst out of you when the animated hands started scrubbing Crocodile’s chest and shoulders, the massively tall man’s lips parting while he gawked at Buggy’s smiling face.

Mihawk turned to grab the shampoo, tossing it up for Buggy to massage through that black hair. Your attention was dragged away from the show at the sight of the vicious, red lines trailing from Mihawk’s neck down to his lower back.

Your golden eyed lover caught your expression, making your mind buzz white with a subtle wink before stepping toward Crocodile.

“I’ll get your lower half. You’re too large for one person to handle alone.”

Deep, pleased laughter drifted through the steamy air as Mihawk started scrubbing those powerful thighs, a small, but wicked smirk pulling at his lips. 

Buggy’s nose was pressed lightly against the glass, an adorable grin on his giddy face, as he focused on washing that frightening man, but over his shoulder, another face ripped you from the moment.

Shanks. 

His red hair was still dark with water, rivulets pouring down the muscles of his chest and stomach. He stared at the scene, nothing in his pretty eyes that you could read, except for the lack of that playful glint. 

Shanks noticed your gaze, and as much as you wanted to look away, to pretend you hadn’t seen it, you were trapped. 

Trapped by the curiosity that filled those eyes as they poured over your skin, seeming to take in all that you were. The depth of his scrutiny stole your breath, but he broke the spell with a slow, crooked grin. 

Your lips obeyed you, returning that friendly smile, but the feeling of being studied didn't fully fade.

What did he see?

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Part 18

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[ideas-4-stories]

Roger: "Okay, what does A stand for?" Baby Buggy: "Arson." Roger: "Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?" Baby Buggy: "Barson." Gaban: *laughter* Rayleigh, snickers: "Roger, Roger stop it..." Roger: "Wait, Wait, What stands for C?" Baby Buggy: "Commit arson." Sunbell: "Oooo, that's a good one" *Many of the Roger Pirates that are in there, nods in agreement, as Rayleigh covers up his chuckles with a sigh and Gaban still laughing his ass off* Taro: "Okay, So what's D!" Baby Buggy: "Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson." Gaban: *more laughter* Roger: *Dying of laugher* Rayleigh: *Trying to contain his giggles*

[writingoddess1125]

Brain bleh!

Freaks like Us

Buggy and GNReader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Abuse, Implied Deaths, Blood, Witch Hunt(?)

"You have cursed our village!" Mrs. Yani yelled a another stone was tosses at you- tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to shield yourself from the assault your way. Bruises and cuts littered your body from the harsh beating you'd woken up to- Having been ripped from your thin straw bed by your hair and beaten with sticks, brooks and fist as you were mercilessly dragged through the village. Your screams and sobs of confusion ignored by those around you till you were tossed to the edge of town-

You sat there sobbing, wrappinng yourself in your arms as if trying to hide from the hurt the words had brought onto you-

"I-I didn't do anything!" You cried, the taste of blood in your mouth as tou sobbed. The people you once thought were your own staring at you with burning hatred.

The elders of your village standing infront of you with disgusted looks on their faces.

"(Y/N) we have humored you enough by letting your wicked self stay here. A creature like you have damned us! I crops won't grow, the weather has only gotten worse! We let you stay cause your mother died but no more Witch!"

"I don't control the damn crops!-" You screamed, but a elder stepped towards you and kicked you hard in the ribs. A cry ripping through you as you fell to your side in pain-

"Silence you damn Vermin! Be greatful we are even allowing you to walk away with your life after this! Damn Freak!" He yelled, spitting on your quivering form. The village soon leaves, leaving you there in the dirt just outside its gates.

Freak..

Witch..

Disgusting-

Vermin...

Those words echoing in your head as you sat there, the dark thoughts flooding your tired mind- The shivering of cold hitting your body as you were now in the soiled night clothes that was not ment to fight the coolest of nature.

"Hey Kid-" A gruff voice pulled you from your thoughts, Snapping up quickly to see a man standing there with a large group of others behind him. They were all dressed in circus clothes- Which confused you in truth. You'd only seen circuses like this in pictures or posters, no show would come to your tiny farming village.

"What happened to you?" He said, you watching the man as he kneeled down to meet your gaze- His eyes like the crashing waves of the sea that both drew you in terrified you.

"They kicked me out- They say im a freak who cursed their village! I-I didnt do anything!" You sob, word vomit getting the better of you- Fat tears starting to roll down your cheeks as a sob left you. Both in fear and pain of what had happened- You assuming the man would stand and kick you away as well, seeing you as Freaks like your village had.

The Blue-Haired man glancing back to his crew, a grin stretching over their paintwd lips as he gave a simple hand movement and they all ran past you towards the village laughing and hollering. But the man stayed behind-

However he just stared at you, His eyes drifting over your form. Almost amused by it-

"Whats your name kid?" He asked calmly, pulling out a long handkerchief from his pockets and handing it to you. You accepting and taking the multicolored fabric to wipe the blood and dirt from your face.

"(Y/N).. What about You?" You ask softly, feeling yourself start to be at ease with the strange man.

"See- People like your village are afraid of people like us- Freaks" He said sharply, gesturing to his own face. The realization then hitting you that the big cherry nose on him really was real-

"Buggy the Star Clown" He said calmly, you watch as he wiggles his fingers at you like doing jazz hands. Before flicking his wrist and a flower comes out, holding it out to you which you accept givibg a weary smile.

"T-Thank you.." You say softly, looking over the cloth flower as he stars over you.

"So kid- tell me more about what happened"

You begin to spin the tale of how you were yanked from your bed, beaten and so forth. The words they said to you and the tragedies of your life- Buggy listened quietly, his eyes watching you as if you were a new toy. Your string of conscious only stopped when the sound of screaming from the village tore you away.

Fear hitting your chest as you lurched forward to rush back to the place you once called home. But a gloved hand held you back gently.

"You're in no condition to be a hero kid- besides why would you want to save them?" He said coldly, making your blood freeze.

'Why would you want to save them?'

"I-I..."

"Have they done anything that makes them worth saving?" He stated calmly, patting your bruised shoulder with a very gentle hand. The echos of the villages screams starting to fade and change as your mild swirled with his words.

"But- Isn't that the right thing to do?" You questioned, Buggy smiling softly at you like you were so innocent to the world.

"By who's standards? Theirs?

He helps you to your feet, supporting some of your weight so you could get a good view of the chaos. The circus people returning, now covered in blood, some Carrington away shackled people, others with the wealth of the village and a few dragging some of the elders of your village with them. The elders who had lead for your abuse-

You look back at the villagers, watching how a man in green stepped forward with a canister of lamp oil and began to pour it over the elders with messy glee. Your heart beating like drums in your ears as you watched-

"They will laugh at us, hate us, shun us. But when the shoe is on the other foot-"

He gestured to the townsfolk now staring at you with pleading eyes. Fear in them as they stared at you, the one who they had just done the same to you. Leaving you there afraid for your life and pleading for mercy.

"Suddently they ask for compassion and mercy. Tell me, did they show that to you? Did they give you mercy?-"

The clown held a hand out as a touch was placed in a waiting gloved palm, before passing the torch to you- making sure to watch you grasp it firmly.

"You see what they do to freaks like us, So tell me. What are you going to do?"

[madmachaca]

It just occurred to me that none of the rest of Roger Pirates had seen Buggy in over 20 years.

I knew it, but I haven´t actually thought any further about it. But with that in mind, now I think that when Rayleigh asked this:

He was not only telling them that our favorite pirate clown was part of the Oro Jackson´s crew, but was asking if they could give him any information other than "he is a pirate". Maybe, he wanted to know how he was.

I think he misses Buggy. it would be undertandable ifhe hasn´t seen eachother for so long.

it seems like Rayleigh has been keeping tabs on him, but never actually reached to him, likely because he knows he didn´t wanted to be found, besides, if the world goverment learns that the Star Clown of the East Blue knows the Dark King, it would put Buggy on their radar, and he is not particulary strong, not like the others.

Rayleigh knows he is alive, and that seems to be enough for now.

I hope one day he learns that Buggy misses him too

He would have reached if he wasn´t that scared and hearthbroken

(*Also, It is possible that it was Rayleigh who told Shanks Buggy was a pirate or it could have been the other way around, we have seen Shanks would gather information about rival pirates, he could as well do the same for long lost friends).

[inpolariis]

Home / Kids

Third day of @rogerpirateswk

[funkingpetvulture]

I think he's metalhead fr

(CHECK OUT tardigrade inferno if you like Buggy, this band has the same fuckin energy, especially songs "Ringmaster has to die" and "execution is fun")

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[roguebentree]

[delirivmtr3mens]

I saw a post and now I feel a little angry and I need justice for Buggy the clown.

From his last appearances in the manga, we know the inferiority complex he has and his lack of self-esteem. and thinking about it, it clearly comes from his childhood and as each flashback scene shows how Roger and the other members always praised Shanks and showed affection (Like Roger giving him his straw hat), with Buggy I don't really remember there being any panel where they encourage or congratulate him for something and also where they are not affectionate, which is strange considering that Buggy is shown to be more intelligent and insightful than Shanks at that moment. and it is sad to think that his inferiority complex comes from seeing how his brother receives attention and support, while he is left aside.

I now believe that his hatred of the straw hat goes beyond the fact that it belonged to Shanks and is that it is the representation of something that he could not achieve: that Roger thought of him and left a memory.

He probably thinks that even in that he failed.

Of the members of Roger's Pirates, Rayleigh briefly mentions Buggy, but apparently she was never able to have the connection that Shanks had with the crew. I think he always felt like a third wheel despite having been raised on the ship since he was a baby, I guess that's why as a child he wanted to sell his devil fruit and the map and start his own crew, a place where they would love him (wink to the already exposed by Buggy in opla).

Now the question is: why? Why was there this difference between both children? Why weren't they trained at the same level? Was there any difference due to their origins?

(xebec son *cough*)

sorry, I feel sad and turned everything on little Buggy wanting to be loved and praised.