#might go back to see Shanks and Buggy be cute

[badninken]

After an ETERNITY of backstory we finally have THIS TRIO and A NEW LAW OUTFIT!

[beanghostprincess]

You made me into shuggy enjoyer but now I’m sad shanks doesn’t actually care about buggy in canon. How shuggy shippers live with buggy being so obsessed but not shanks

I'm glad I made you into a Shuggy enjoyer!!! But, with all due respect, I don't know where the whole "Shanks doesn't care about Buggy" thing comes from. In fact, I believe it to be the other way around?

In their childhood, Shanks was the one to look after Buggy constantly even when the tiniest of things happened. We see Shanks bothering Buggy for his attention, then staying with him when he's sick to take care of him (instead of going to Laugh Tale), also Shanks asking Buggy to go sail with him... And that's not something a rejection like Buggy's and years can erase.

They might not be together now but that doesn't mean Shanks doesn't care about Buggy. In Marineford his mood changes drastically when he sees Buggy and he goes back to teasing him like always but not in a malicious way, but in a "back like the old days" kinda thing. His mood also changes in the worst way when people ask about Buggy.

We don't have much content of them as adults now, but if I had to choose which one cares more, it'd be Shanks (and also, his whole character truly is about caring and protecting the ones he loves). Not saying Buggy doesn't care (he does) (he literally won't stop mentioning Shanks, lmao) but his resentment and envy blind him enough to turn that care into hatred and rivalry so it isn't as obvious.

We as a fandom have turned Shanks into a guy who's completely obsessed with Buggy for laughs and because it's cute, but it really isn't that far from the truth because the few moments we have of them in canon it's always Shanks looking after him and Buggy trying to reject him.

I don't wanna sound mean or condescending, sorry 😭💖 I just don't know where the perception of Shanks not caring comes from...

[thewillofdeez]

Shanks - NSFW Alphabet

Minors DNI. Reader can mostly be read as G/N, though there are some female-specific references. Shanks is bi/pan.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Shanks is super giggly and talkative after sex. He gets that oxytocin high and his brain goes into overdrive and he’ll want to cuddle and ask you the most obscure opinion questions you’ve ever heard. Ever had someone ask you if you’d rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck? That’s the kind of thing that comes out of Shanks’s mouth after sex. It’s silly, but you’ll both be laughing the whole time, and that’s kind of the point. He sees after sex as a good time to get to know his partner. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If asked, Shanks would say it was his left arm. But he’s mostly joking. He likes his hair, as it’s his trademark. He knows he has a winning smile, and for someone who loves to laugh and have a good time, he values any time he can smile. He’s also fond of his feet, they’re practical and kind of cute if he does say so himself. On a female partner, he’s a boobs guy. Soft, squishy, fun. On any partner, he likes hair too - short, long, 1a, 4c, doesn’t matter, he wants to stick his face in it. If you have really short buzzed hair, don’t worry, our guy’s got you too - he’ll have the best time running his hand over it and giggling at how it feels.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you’re adequately protected, he desperately wants to cum in you. But he’s also not a picky guy. Wherever you want it, he’ll put it. If he’s going at it from behind, he’ll go all over your ass and back. From the front, chest, stomach, neck, wherever. He’d prefer to avoid your face and hair, but the man does live to please, you just gotta be clear in what you want.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s no secret that Shanks considers dirty. Like, at all. He feels comfortable being open about sex, the good parts and the bad, kinks, sexualities (including being pan himself), all of it. This is partially because he never had people to be open about the realities of it with him when he was in his teens and early 20’s. Like, yeah, Roger and Rayleigh told him and Buggy the basics when they reached that age, but they left so many questions he had to find answers to himself, both through books and through experience. He takes it upon himself to try and break down that stigma for other pirates who might be in a similar situation, while also acknowledging that not everyone is as comfortable with the topic as he is and handling it with tact when necessary. As part of the Red Hair Pirates orientation, he and Hongo give all new recruits the safe sex talk.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Shanks is nothing if not a slave to his physical desires, whatever they may be. He’s never really been a one-partner kind of guy (or at least never thought he would be) both by his nature and by circumstance. He sees meeting people all over the world, finding a partner, and eventually bedding them like going into a candy store and wanting to try some of everything. Some things he knows he likes and can’t get enough of, some things he doesn’t like and knows to avoid in the future, and some things take him by surprise one way or another.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Shanks likes his partner on top. This is partially because some positions have become more difficult since losing his arm, but also because he just loves watching his partner’s body move. To his credit, though, he hasn’t let the lack of an arm slow him down, he’s just had to get a little more creative in how he does things.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

In general, Shanks sees sex as a source of joy, and so he wants to be able to laugh with his partner. It’s really only with someone he really, truly cares about that you’ll see the serious side of him in bed. That’s when sex goes from an act of mutual pleasure to an act of love.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shanks loves his red hair, both upstairs and down. Downstairs it’s a fair bit darker than what’s on his head, with more of a brunette tint. He might give it a trim every once in a while, but he’ll mostly let it go, and he’s never had any complaints.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Shanks lives for intimacy, but he also knows that what one person considers intimate might be different from another person. He’s pretty communicative, and wants to know exactly what his partner expects - he’s almost certainly down for whatever that might be. If they’re a dim lighting and music kind of person, he’ll have a blast making that happen. If they’re a storage room on the Red Force for a quickie kind of person? He’ll make that happen too. He considers his adaptability and ability to read others well a big attribute in providing for his partner.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As much as he prefers a warm body in bed next to him, sometimes he’s at sea for long periods of time, and sometimes the lines he’s casting just don’t pull anything in. It happens to everyone. If he’s gotta handle himself, there’s no shame in that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Shanks is into the idea of sharing his partner with someone else. Yeah, he’s had threesomes with casual partners, and it’s certainly fun, but that’s not what thrills him. If you’re lucky enough to achieve relationship status with Shanks, it means he trusts you to the ends of the earth, and part of what he likes about that trust is that he can share you with someone else and know you’ll always come back to him. He wants to watch you be pleasured by another, or watch you pleasure them, or have both of you pleasure him, or— anyway. He thinks you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and he loves the idea of sharing that with someone else. (Yes, we all have the same thought for this kink. The person he has in mind is Beckman. Whether it’s purely the two of them pleasuring you or if they’re comfortable having fun together, he doesn’t really care. But he sees the way his vice captain looks at you sometimes, and he thinks with some talking he can convince his friend to join the two of you in his quarters.)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

I mean, for Shanks nothing can beat a good old fashioned bed, but he’s adventurous. If you’ve got a new place to try, he’s likely willing to give it a chance as long as there’s little to no chance of being seen by non-consenting parties. He’s big on consent and doesn’t believe his being horny and wanting to fuck you supercedes someone else’s right to not be involved.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

For a fling, generally just existing and looking good is enough. But if you’re in a relationship? It’s the little things. He thinks watching you work on the ship is sexy, the way you pull the ropes and climb up the nets to furl the sails, or maybe you work with the rest of the crew to help make repairs. The Red Force is basically his baby and he loves watching you care for it. And if in the process you get a little sweaty, maybe the hem of your shirt rides up a little…well, maybe your captain suddenly requires your immediate assistance below deck.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shanks is down for some light dirty talk, but he doesn’t like going too far into degradation territory. As mentioned above, as much as he enjoys experimenting with different locations, he has to know that ultimately wherever you end up doing it is private and the risk of being walked in on is slim to none.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This guy gives like every day is Christmas. Nothing in the world makes him happier than seeing his partner squirm and moan while his mouth works its magic. He knows he has an exceptionally skilled tongue and his fingers always know just the right spots to hit. If you have a need, barring extreme circumstances, all you need to do is say the word and he’s there. He also loves receiving, but are we really surprised at this? He likes challenging himself to keep his eyes open when you go down on him because he loves watching you so much. If you can catch onto this, you'll have a great time trying to make him throw his head back.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

While he strongly believes there’s a time and a place for both, in a relationship, he wants to savor the feeling of you. That’s not to say he won’t rail you sometimes, but he likes to take his time with you when he’s able. If you’re on top, though, you can set the pace, he’s just happy to enjoy the view.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sometimes the man just cannot keep his hand off of you. It can be stressful being a captain, and a good ten minutes of fun might be just what he needs to make it through. He also finds it really sexy when you come up to him all needy and begging for a few minutes with him. He’s usually more than happy to oblige.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Shanks is down to take risks in general, but it requires communication with his partner. He had a few rough experiences in his younger days where he jumped into something risky headfirst without a proper plan or communication, and it wasn’t great, so now he believes in taking the time to talk it out beforehand. As not-fun as that sometimes is, he always believes it’s worth it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Shanks can go for several rounds in a night and lasts a long (but not too long) time, but he does require some time to chill in between. At his age, he knows his limitations, but as a younger man he’d basically fuck himself into dehydration. Now he knows it’s not a competition, and if one round is all you go for, that’s okay. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Shanks is happy to bring toys into the bedroom if his partner wants, but he himself doesn’t maintain a collection.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Shanks loves to tease. He can sometimes get a little carried away, so unless you’ve previously discussed expectations around edging, you’ll have to let him know very clearly when you’ve had enough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shanks loves hearing his partners make noise, and he enjoys letting them know how good they make him feel. But the man for a long time was absolutely unabashed. It eventually got to the point where his senior officers, whose quarters are closest to his, threatened to mutiny if he didn’t keep it the fuck down. In hindsight, he’s kind of embarrassed by how annoying he was, putting his own pleasure over his crewmates��� comfort. But they worked it out, and Shanks is much more careful nowadays if he brings someone on board, or he’d prefer to go to their place if possible.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

For a man who likes to party, Shanks actually doesn’t really enjoy drunk sex. He enjoys when both he and his partner are fully present (though he’s been known to throw weed into the mix at times). If he’s on the prowl, he’ll cut himself off after a few drinks. If he’s not, he’ll allow himself to get drunk.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Shanks is actually quite average in length, around 5-6 inches, but a bit on the girthy side. He believes it’s not what you have, it’s what you do with it that matters, and he has never had a single complaint.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Shanks has a reputation for being a horndog. Ideally, he would have sex almost every day, but he knows that’s not realistic for a lot of people, and frankly, for himself. If you’re his long-term partner, he’ll want to do something with you at least a few times a week, whether it’s full-on sex, or just oral, or whatever.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Shanks is happy to go multiple rounds if you want to, but he’s also kind of like a machine. Insert coin (touching, kissing, or just your words) for more sex, otherwise the machine will shut down and he’ll be out like a light.

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[count-alucard-tepes]

Please please please 🥺🙏 do a cute fluff fanfiction of Buggy! If not that cool too.

*whispering* if I could be oh so selfish, please do xchubbyreader

-🍁anon

Buggy-sama🤡

Hope you like it😅

A blind date…

Buggy wasn’t told much by Shanks about who he was meeting, all he knew was this person had a treasure map and that’s all he needed to know. He made sure to dress well and arrived at the meeting point only to see that it was a dive bar that he hadn’t been to in years.

“What the hell?! I hope that stupid Shanks isn’t wasting my time or I’m gonna kick his ass…”, he said as he huffed and fixed his hat before making his way to the front bar, “Hey, I’m meeting someone here…”, he said with the most intimidating voice he could muster.

The bartender recognized him immediately and had someone take him to the booth in the back where someone was already waiting for him, “…your date is already here”. Buggy smirked and followed proudly until he heard the word ‘date’ and his jaw almost dropped when he noticed who was waiting for him.

He blushed brightly as he tried to keep it together and took a seat, “…oh…hi…I’m…”, he stammered.

“The great Buggy-sama….I know, Shanks told me about you already but he didn’t tell me you were so handsome…I guess he wanted me to see that for myself…”, Y/N said with a smile before ordering some drinks for them.

He chuckled nervously like a teenage boy that he even completely forgot about the treasure map!

“…oh stop…I didn’t know you were going to be such a sight to behold either…”, he said gently.

“…that’s the whole point of a blind date I guess…but its kind of exciting, don’t you think?”, Y/N asked gently with a little smile.

“Yeah…that’s true…”, he said before realizing what he just heard, “…A BLIND DATE?!”. He then realized that he said that all too loud that his limbs had moved out of place momentarily and that might have scared Y/N but instead all he got was a cute laugh in response from them.

Buggy couldn’t help but smile and sink deeper into his seat, what was this strange warm feeling growing inside his chest, he leaned in a little closer to Y/N.

“…so…tell me more about yourself…”, he’d finally say and this conversation would last several hours and drinks later before they would head out of the bar…just enjoying each others’ company.

“Say, Buggy…would you like to go out another time with me?”, Y/N asked as they cuddled his arm and leaned against him as they walked under the moonlight.

He blushed even more and leaned against them, “Yes…I’m free tomorrow…and the rest of my life”, he said with a hiccup.

Y/N laughed in response and kissed his nose, “…you’re so cute…it’s a date then”.

Buggy smiled happily like a love-sick puppy, “…it’s a date…”.

((If you want a part 2, let me know))

Part 2

[stuckinmymind22]

one piece character's top 5 taylor swift songs

in honor of the last weekend of the eras tour here’s what i think one piece characters would listen to overall their favorite is no body no crime tbfh (followed by fearless lol)

it’s my blog and i’ll use any excuse to mush my 2 favorite things together

ft: the straw hats (as i currently know them), ace, shanks, vivi, buggy

might add more characters when i meet them idk

the straw hats

luffy

casual listener, knows all the hits

our song

the fearless big three (fearless, you believe with me, love story) loves to sing them, doesn’t know the words

unapologetic ME! lover

zoro

was difficult bc he lowkey feels like the type of guy that isn’t really into music

likes blank space alright, geeze, stop asking him

lowkey fucks with reputation, will never say it but he does

false god

fw nbnc too

he’ll never say it but the smallest man who ever lived is really good

nami

she grew up on taylor, not a diehard swiftie but def knows most of her discography fav album: either speak now or midnights

should’ve said no girlie for sure

the way i loved you

better than revenge

vigilante shit

you’re on your own kid

bonus: who's afraid of little old me? WHAT IF HE'S WRITTEN MINE ON MY UPPER THIGH

usopp

definitely a taylor fan, borderline swiftie (was hard to cut his down) fav album: ...1989

fearless for sure, will sing it with luffy at any party

we are never ever getting back together

bad blood ft kendrick lamar (you forgive you forget but you never let it GO)

question…?

ONLY IN MY MIIIIIIIIIND

bonus: girl at home (sings it with luffy, who doesn't really know the words), look what you made me do, midnight rain

sanji

this one was the easiest by far lol, definitely a swiftie fav album: fearless

teardrops on my guitar (he thinks it’s relatable, but would never say it, can catch him listening to it sad after he found out a pretty girl was in a relationship)

you belong with me (see above)

enchanted (ofc enchanted is on here)

sad, beautiful, tragic (same reason as teardrops on my guitar)

believe only or not, i did something bad

chopper

tbh it was hard to pair his down, like this was over 10 songs long originally, but idk if he’d qualify as a swiftie

LOVES love story

wildest dreams (loves doing the aha-ah parts)

gorgeous

it's nice to have a friend

no body no crime

robin

enjoys her music but not into any artist enough to be qualified as a “fan” (also hard to cut down bc she would relate to a lot of songs tbfh) favorite album: ttpd, specifically the anthology

mary’s song (thinks it’s really cute)

haunted

clean

the archer

the prophecy hits really hard for her

franky

likes her more than he is willing to admit

picture to burn

mr perfectly fine (yes he knows the vault tracks, doesn't make him a swiftie 🙄)

22

style (thinks it’s about him)

florida!!! (the drums man)

ONE SLIP AND FALLING BACK INTO THE HEDGE MAZE

other characters

ace

not a swiftie, just really into music in general and some of that just happens to be taylor swift

cries listening to a place in this world

i can see you

i knew you were trouble

this is me trying (also cries)

WHAT A WAY TO DIE

bonus: i know places, no body no crime, cowboy like me, and the way i loved you

shanks

doesn’t talk about it but will admit he loves her if you ask fav album: too hard to chose, maybe folklore or speak now he's not sure

should’ve said no (will sing it when drunk enough when any word that reminds him of the song is spoken)

dear john

red

illicit affairs

no body no crime

bonus: wonderland, i think he knows, and maroon

vivi

yes she’s a swiftie, why do you ask? favorite album: red

you belong with me (for sure her fav)

began again

the lucky one

betty

would’ve could’ve should’ve

buggy

of course he’s a swiftie that’s not even a question fav album: lover

you’re not sorry

atwtmvtvftv (has the scarf AND the hat, you don’t get it like he gets it)

you need to calm down

claims folklore is a skip and only likes long story short on evermore

mastermind (thinks its relatable, practically written for him lol)

bonus: end game, cruel summer, down bad

[kuroashinomimi]

Shuggy fluff, huyandere art

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Oh he was nervous. 

He was really nervous. 

How couldn’t he be when he was sitting at a table in a tavern with the red haired Shanks. Yeah, they used to be friends, they used to be attached by the hip, Buggy had probably been in love with the man his whole life by his own stubbornness fucked him up What if Shanks looked so pretty with his wide smile and fiery eyes, and what if Buggy wanted to bang his head against the table so he could get over the awkwardness of being with /Shanks/ after so many years of vowing to hate the man. 

Yeah cool, cool, he could do this. Of course he could. 

“So, Buggy.” Oh no he couldn’t, he couldn’t be here right now, not when softness was dripping from his words, when Shanks said his name so softly. “What do you want to drink? Do you still put on that face of yours when you drink something too strong.”

“HUH? NO I DON’T.” Buggy realised he’d said that way too loud and blushed in embarrassment while Shanks only laughed. “What face do you even mean?”

“You know, that one where you scrunch your face like this” He then proceeded to imitate said face and Buggy almost passed out right there because of how cute the man before him looked. 

“WHAT? I don’t do that!” Buggy protested. 

“You so do,”

“Not!!!”

“It’s okay, it makes you look so cute,” Shanks said and Buggy blushed a deep scarlet. 

To avoid any further embarrassment he did what he does best, avoid the situation so he called the barman and ordered some drinks with Shank’s warm laugh filling his mind. 

***

“HA HA HA HA HAA” Shanks’ laugh resonated all over the tavern, a few people tried to shush him but the man was too busy remembering their good old days to bother them with an answer. 

“Shut up, It’s not that funny,” Buggy said, but he couldn’t help letting out a giggle. 

They’d had a few drinks already and he could feel himself getting lighter and more at ease. He’d also caught himself leaning on the other man a few times but he leaned away before Shanks could notice. 

“He just looked so shocked at your outburst oh my god. It was priceless.” Shanks kept on laughing until he almost choked on his drink. 

Being with him like this made it all feel like they were still two kids playing pirates. It was like it was back to being Shanks and Buggy, laughing away their worries and fears. He hadn’t noticed until then how much he missed his friend, and he hated that it would all end the next day, both of them going back to their own lives. It made him wish that he’d eaten a devil fruit with time altering abilities so he could drag that night out a little bit more. 

***

Three drinks turned into five and into six and it had apparently made Shanks a sad and way too honest man. Buggy could deal with the overly flirting but this? How could he bear to see the man he loved crying over the way he’d wronged him. He hadn’t even done anything to feel bad about, if anything Buggy should be the one apologising for demonising him. 

“I’m sorry,” he cried, clinging onto Buggy. 

“What are you even sorry about?”

“I chased you away,” What?

“What do you mean, man?” He asked before trying to put Shanks in a comfortable position. “Come on you’re heavy, straighten up a bit and breathe.” Buggy was sure that the fear of seeing the man cry had sobered him up completely.

“You were there and then you weren’t and it was my fault.” Shanks' eyes were red and filled with tears, it crushed him. 

“Stoop, you’re not that.” Okay he might not have sobered up at all. “You’re nice, I left. I’m the sorry one, the one who’s sorry. The sorriest.” 

Shanks sniffed one last time and looked up to Buggy again. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Let’s have another drink, to get the sad out of you.”

***

They should have stopped drinking after the pity party because Buggy now found himself in dangerous territory. If it had been Shanks or him was a mystery, but they’d somehow closed up to one another and now Buggy could feel the way their bodies touched sitting one against the other. Shanks had stopped crying a while ago but the tears had left a glint in his eyes that made them shine even brighter. He looked so pretty looking down at Buggy in wonder, his arm holding his drink lazily. Their faces were inches away and Shanks’ lips looked tantalising from up close. He was afraid if he didn’t say anything, if he didn’t find an excuse to leave he’d end up doing something he’d regret.  

“So? Wha’ do ya think?” Shanks’ words were slurred from the alcohol, and Buggy had been so distracted by the other man’s lips that he hadn't heard a word he’d said.

“Sorry what?” Buggy asked, his eyes still fixed on Shanks’ lips. 

“I said, you look beautiful.” That made him look up, wide eyes and a blush covering his cheeks. 

“Huh?” Buggy mumbled, shocked. 

Shanks chuckled in response, then he looked at his eyes and brought his hand to Buggy’s cheek and caressed it softly. Buggy stopped breathing, he was afraid that if he made any move Shanks would stop whatever he was doing. 

“You’ve always been beautiful,” Shanks whispered before closing their lips into a kiss that was both soft and messy at the same time but that didn’t make it any less perfect. They shared into that kiss every emotion they’d hidden away all the time they’d been far from each other. It was magical and violent and beautiful. They kept kissing for god knows how long until someone shouted something at the bartender and pulled them out of the dream they were having. Shanks didn’t pull his hand away, instead he brushed Buggy’s lips with reverence. His eyes turned into a dark shade, and Buggy felt weak in the knees. He’s never seen that look in Shanks’ eyes but he found out that he didn’t mind drowning in it at least this one time. 

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Chapter 27

I’ve Got You

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 8.7k+

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Extras: Author's Vision of the Party Attire ~ Reader ~ The Boys

Summary: Cedrick Sylvad joins the Cross Guild for an after dinner drink after you watch your sweet, lovely clown murder a man for you.

Author's Note: I hope it doesn't cause any confusion, but I'm going to adjust the readers POV symbols to match everyone else's (it's been driving me crazy, lol). I didn't know I was going to be doing all this POV switching when I started, so from now on each section marked with ~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~ will be the reader's current POV, and reader's flashbacks will be marked with ~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~ I will eventually edit the previous chapters for consistency, but I'm too busy writing right now! 🥰

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Reader | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | ⏰ ~ Flashbacks for listed POV | ⚫ ~ Scenes depicting Dark Content as listed in Author's Notes

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

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Grief, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Biting, Flirting, PIV Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

No thought. No hesitation.

Instinct. The clown’s hands had already been gripping the man’s face, forcing him to look toward the crowd of leeches.

“...The Cross Guild, and their overpriced whore–”

Killing had never been that fucking satisfying. The sound of that neck snapping felt like some grand bell, ringing just for her. 

There she was. 

My girl. My star. You know I love you, don’t you?

Y/N stared down, beautiful eyes held wide as she scanned that dead piece of shit’s body before returning to his gaze, his smile. 

She smiled back.

Buggy drank her in, feeling as though he could stay there forever, sustained, sated, safe. The world was quiet and warm, soft and secret, just for them.

My shining star really does love me.

Her smile deepened, so cute he felt he might faint when she started to chew on her bottom lip. 

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“New Giant Warriors?’ More like New Giant Pains in my Ass!”

“You said it, boss!”

Buggy sighed, feeling stress building into a pressure between his brows. 

“Go grab another bottle,” he ordered, shooing his henchman away from the booth before he gave in to the urge to start yelling. 

This tavern is way too fucking snooty for that. Pricey as shit too.

“I’m sorry to intrude, sir, but I couldn’t help but overhear about your business concerns. I’d like to offer my services as a financial advisor, if you’re open to–”  

“Excuse me? Oh, uh… What?”

Buggy gawked at the gorgeous woman that had just said so many strange words, her professional attire, and polite smile making him itch. His eyes darted around, not seeing any groups she could have been with that might have dared her to talk to the pirate clown. 

“My name is Y/N, and I’d love to sit for an interview. If I may take up some more of your time, Captain Buggy, sir?”

Buggy nodded, forcing his mouth to close while she took his crew member’s seat. He sat up a little straighter, tugging at his striped vest as if it would make him look any less of a mess than he was.

“Here, Captain–” 

“Bring a fresh glass, then scram.”

~~~

Buggy couldn’t understand her con. She wasn’t asking for money out the gate. Somehow, this stunning woman almost managed to bore him with her numbers rant. Her method of persuasion was nowhere near flashy enough to swindle him, if anyone. 

Might work on nerds.

He hadn’t meant to snort, giving an awkward smile when Y/N stopped talking about diversification long enough to chew on her lip, staring into her empty glass. She’d downed her first drink too fast, and nodded at Buggy’s offer for a refill. 

“I’d be happy to provide a list of ref—“

“Why are you doing this?”

She’s so pretty. Too pretty. 

“I’m sorry?”

Buggy took a breath, trying not to take his shit out on this random woman at a tavern, but if she was fucking with him…

“I mean, why are you talking to me? Really?”

He needed to stop looking at her. She got cuter and cuter with every little expression that danced across her features.

“I’d like to be your financial advisor, and provide support as you grow Buggy’s Delivery—“

“Boring.”

Y/N’s lips parted in a shocked smile, before she snared Buggy with the most brutal trap he’d ever come across.

She laughed. 

A surprised sound, almost sharp, as sparks lit up behind her eyes. 

“It is boring, isn’t it?”

The clown shook his head while the stranger devolved into giggles, losing her perfect posture when she slumped against the booth’s cushioned bench. 

“I’m great at my job, Captain Buggy,” Y/N declared after catching her breath. “I want to go with you, and I know that my skills will help your business thrive.”

What a weird girl. 

“I don’t take people on without getting to know them a bit,” Buggy offered tentatively as he topped off his glass. “If you’re gonna join my crew, I need to know what kind of person you are.”

“How can I—“ 

“How about you start by talking about anything besides numbers,” Buggy ordered, knocking lightly on the table in front of her.

“Oh…”

She frowned, and his world seemed to shrink until it wrapped around her, everything else going dark. 

I like the smile better.

“Fine,” the clown gave an exaggerated sigh, slipping a small box out of one of the many hidden pockets of his vest. “Since you like numbers so much, why don’t you help me out with a little trick…”

~~~

“It’s the six of spades,” Y/N chirped, glowing more with every correct prediction as Buggy shuffled the cards, laying out a certain number face up, and face down. He’d let his voice shift for her, that playful, encouraging tone he used to make his marks feel special. 

“Alright, doll, count for me.”

Y/N counted while he laid out the rest of the cards one by one, until she called out “twenty two,” and her hand flew toward him.

She’d reached for the deck, but grabbed his hand instead. The clown was too fast, revealing the six of spades with a satisfied smirk while this beautiful woman gave a flustered apology.

“I’m impressed, numbers girl,” Buggy teased, starting to see the potential for an enjoyable evening the longer Y/N kept gazing at him like that.

Been awhile. Maybe I found another clown freak to play with for a night.

“So, do you accept my offer, Captain Buggy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, still not getting her kink or her con, but that smile was too much to say no to. “Do you wanna, uh… Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

Wait for it…

“I’d love to!”

Y/N had only paused for a second, but her eyes showed a flash of heat, and Buggy couldn’t read any fear or disgust in them.

Gotta be a clown kink.

~~~

Swanky was the only way he could describe this room, and Buggy knew they’d charge him for getting greasepaint on those fancy ass sheets. 

He stopped giving a shit as soon as Y/N kicked off her shoes, ignoring the other luxurious furniture to sit on the edge of the bed.

He tried not to sigh, not to think. 

Just enjoy the beautiful woman that clearly wanted to fuck him right now, no matter what her reasons might be. 

“Did I say you could sit on my bed,” he rasped, enjoying her little gasp when he towered over her, his gloved fingers tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. 

“I-I’m sorry, Captain. I’ll—“

“You’ll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, numbers girl,” the clown ordered, letting the moment take over. “Captain’s orders.”

Those lovely eyes rolled back. He was gonna make them cross tonight, gonna fuck this little clown fucker dumb. 

“Kiss me, please.”

Why is she looking at me like that? 

Y/N grabbed his hand that still held her chin, tugging softly, asking instead of demanding that he sit beside her. 

There was something about her. Something that made him ignore the alarm bells ringing in his head. 

He gave no resistance, falling into her orbit. She smelled so good as he sat close, watching her face for anything that could snap him out of this. 

What he saw only dragged him deeper.

“I’m so glad I met you tonight, Captain,” Y/N breathed. She placed a gentle hand against his jaw, not seeming to care about the mess while her thumb traced over his colorful mask. 

“Shut up,” Buggy whispered, barely a sound while he stared at her lips, not realizing that he’d already leaned in. 

“Yes, Captain,” Y/N smiled, melting into his kiss. She didn’t flinch or freeze when his nose pressed against her skin. She hadn’t asked him to take it off. 

Her kiss made him dizzy, and the clown had to grab her, pulling her body close as though he’d fly off into space without her to keep him here. 

She didn’t complain about the bitter colors on her tongue, or smearing across her face. She didn’t pull away. 

Little, eager noises left her throat, spilling into his mouth like ambrosia, like a drug, and he fed her with growls, pulling her onto his lap.

This strange girl struggled to feel him, her stuffy clothes bunching up, restricting her eager hips until he finally broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Want some help, dollface?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, breathless while her shaky fingers fought to tear her free.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, stopping her frantic hands. “Before we start, you got a safe—“

“Hopscotch,” she rushed, writhing in his lap, impatience looking way too fucking cute on her. “And I’m on birth control.”

“You really came prepared, didn’t you,” Buggy teased, cutting off her reply by tossing her onto the bed.

His body pulsed at how fucking desperate she seemed to be, gasping and whining while he helped her out of those boring clothes. 

“You’re so beautiful…”

Buggy hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but her body’s reaction made it worth it. 

Finally, there was nothing left but her panties, and the clown could feel himself slipping away, ready to lose himself for just a little while in this woman’s gorgeous body. 

Just for a little while. 

“Oh, fuck. You’re…”

“Please, Captain,” Y/N begged while Buggy teased his fingers around the perfect, dripping pussy he’d just revealed. “I need— oh f-fuuck…”

“Yeah, baby,” he taunted. Buggy had to hold in his own needy noises at how quickly she’d soaked through the fabric, his fingers still gloved while he fucked two of them into her. “Need Captain Buggy to make you scream tonight?”

“Y-yes, Captain.”

“Gonna keep following orders, pretty?”

“Mm, yes, plea—“

“Clean your mess,” Buggy growled, taking his fingers back to rub across her lips, his body thrusting on its own from the eager way she’d taken them in. She licked and sucked, pulling her own taste from the glove while she watched him undo the buckles of his vest with his free hand.

Buggy was caught now, the look in her eyes driving him mad while her dainty fingers started circling her clit.

He tried to pull his hand back, needing to be naked now, to be inside of her right fucking now, but she grabbed his wrist. Sucking his fingers one last time, she bit into the wet fabric, laughing through her teeth while she struggled to pull off his glove.

Alarm bells.

Yet, her laugh did him in.

“Try the dry one, baby,” Buggy chuckled, offering his other hand. “Like this.”

He bit the wet glove, showing her how to do it until they were both laughing, and he almost forgot what they’d been doing.

Y/N hadn't forgotten. She attacked him, palming him through his pants when she couldn’t undo them fast enough. 

“Did I tell you—“

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” Y/N breathed. She brought one of his bare hands to her chest, and the pounding of her heart was hypnotizing. Almost as hypnotizing as her next words. 

“Please, fuck me. I need you, Buggy.”

The instinct to fly to pieces so he could hold every part of her down while he took her was so strong, the clown had to clench his teeth, a low whine leaving his throat while he stood to pull off his clothes. 

Being with a clown was one thing. It was rare to find someone that wouldn’t be scared or disgusted by his body splitting apart. 

But gods damn, she’s making it hard to hold together. 

Biting her lip, Y/N gave him big, innocent eyes while she played with herself again. A little flicker of pride went through him at the hungry look she gave when she saw his leaking cock, mouth falling open while she watched him stroke all that precum over his tip, down his shaft.

“Say it again, pretty,” he rasped.

“Fuck me, please. I need you, Buggy.”

“Of course you do,” the Warlord growled, making her gasp when he was suddenly there, spreading her thighs apart to circle his tip around her clit, shoving her little fingers out of the way. Her filthy moan made him forget his rule. 

He always fucked strangers from behind the first time, just in case they made that face. 

Buggy lined himself up, and all he saw on her face was delicious desperation while he forced his way into her warm, perfect cunt. She was too fucking much.

Sweet fingers gripping his skin. Soft, pouting lips. His name, louder, and louder. 

“Oh gods, Buggy!”

“What, baby,” he panted. Buggy couldn’t stop himself, fucking her so deep he thought he’d drown. He pulled one of her legs against him, her foot dangling over his shoulder while she screamed so fucking pretty for him. “What… Gonna come for your captain again?”

“Yes! Buggy, feels so… F-fuck, mm coming, Captain…”

Y/N screamed herself hoarse, those lovely eyes finally crossing before Buggy groaned, laughing at her little tongue hanging out, and her leg, twitching violently against his chest. 

“Mmn, fuck yeah. Flashy girl, taking your captain’s come so… so fucking good, baby.”

Gods, look at her…

Buggy stared down at his strange lover, and they took turns twitching and laughing until he finally pulled out of her, fighting a stupid twinge of regret that it had to end. 

“Here you— shit, I’m sorry,” Buggy cursed. His floating hand had dropped a towel beside her after fetching it from the bathroom without thinking. It froze in the air while he braced for less fun screams to start. 

At least it was good while it lasted.

“Whoa! That’s a devil fruit power, right? I forgot you were supposed to have one,” Y/N asked brightly. She reached out, lacing her fingers with his floating hand. 

Buggy went blank.

She held his hand as their breathing relaxed, smiling softly at him while he forgot that he was supposed to reply. Until she let out a little whine, trying to stretch her leg that was still propped up against his chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Buggy hurried as he helped her move, taking his hand back so he could wipe them both up. Although she’d need some more thorough cleaning to get rid of the evidence of fucking a clown.

“Do you wanna use the shower before you go?”

“Oh,” Y/N frowned, her sweet eyes fucking with him again. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Well, I—“

“But I can still come with you, right,” she fretted, covering herself with the dirty towel. “Please, I’ll respect your boundaries if you don’t want me like… I will be strictly professional. You won’t find a better pick than me to help you get your finances—“

“You can stay here if you want to,” Buggy offered. He didn’t have the energy for all of those promises and lies, but if she wanted to stay for the night, he’d take it. 

“Okay, Captain!”

Joy seemed to fill her as she kissed him quick, dragging him to the bathroom.

He stayed behind, sending her with just a hand, and her surprised laugh brought a real smile to his lips when she stomped back to convince the rest of his body to join her. 

I think she’s my favorite clown fucker.

Buggy chuckled to himself as they settled into bed, kissing the stranger’s temple when she hummed a question. 

Alarm bells kept ringing, but she was so soft, and warm, and sweet. She let him hold her. The alarm bells got quieter, and Buggy found himself pulled into the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

It’s okay if it’s just tonight. She’s gonna leave, but… right now is nice.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

Wow, he snores. 

You held in your giggle, sighing at how comfortable you felt in this pirate’s arms. 

All of your impulsive decisions of the night were fucking insane, yet you still ached for tomorrow. A naïve hope filled you that maybe, just maybe, if you got on that boat, if you got away, all of these worries and guilty thoughts would disappear. 

I’m tired of this boring life.

Selfish. Entitled.

Yet an adventure with this sweet, funny, beautiful man was too tempting to resist. 

Soft dreams tonight. No storms. No snails. 

You dreamt of playing a game of cards with a pair of floating hands, and you woke with a smile.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Buggy.

The need to touch him, to kiss him, almost sent your body into a panic.

“Rabbit, are you— oh…” Mihawk checked in while the applause went on and on. You couldn’t look away from your clown’s glowing smile, his dancing eyes, but you heard Mihawk’s voice change in just those few words. 

Concern. Curiosity. Then something like satisfaction. A little laugh left you when you realized you could practically hear him arching a brow. 

“What do I smell like right now,” you teased, feeling high. Feeling here.

“Mm, you smell like our little rabbit again,” Mihawk purred, touching your knee for just a moment. “Like our sweet girl. Like our pretty star.”

Chills ran over your entire body at those bewitching words, and at the skill with which Buggy wrapped up the show. He managed to bring the crowd down, make them sigh, make them laugh, and make them leave, all while his eyes stayed locked onto yours.

Until he finally looked away, and you followed his line of sight to find what had torn your clown from you.

Red hair rushed out of the room, that Emperor of the Sea not sparing a glance toward the clown on the stage. 

No.

Reality flooded back like crashing waves, destroying the pretty castle of sand you’d become too attached to. 

He promised. He has to take Buggy. Has to make him happy. 

“Rabbit?”

“That was quite the show,” Uncle Cedrick hummed as he made his way to the head table, jerking his head toward the staff that were cleaning the blood from the stage. “Is there somewhere we can retire for our after dinner drink? My ship’s bar has quite the selection of—“

“We have a lounge,” Crocodile interrupted, his husky voice thick with danger. 

“Hi,” Buggy breathed as he appeared beside you.

“That was an amazing show, President Buggy.”

You gave him a fraction of the smile you wanted too, but he nodded, listening to your need for distance. 

Crocodile led the way, and you found yourself walking behind your uncle, feeling a strange need to protect his back while your swordsman and your clown followed close behind.

Would they kill him for me?

That smile on Buggy’s face glowed in your mind, but was drowned out by all the rest. All the old. All the inevitable. 

Soon you were dizzy, familiar halls pulling you into a fog.

“Why are there so many rugs,” you frowned, no longer in your body when you stepped into the lounge. The plush carpet around the couch was covered in a random collection of beautiful, extravagant rugs. The coffee table was gone, leaving nothing between the ridiculous, green couch, and matching chairs. 

“We couldn’t spare any staff to pull up the carpet today,” Mihawk drawled while he floated toward the bar. 

“What happened to the carpet,” Buggy asked, his actual floating hands helping to pass out glasses of wine. 

“Let’s discuss home improvement projects when we’re not hosting guests,” Crocodile warned, staring hard at Uncle Cedrick while he relaxed into one of the chairs. 

“Excellent vintage,” he praised, and part of you almost laughed at the look on Mihawk’s face. 

Then your lovers’ faces all turned to you, frowning when you sat in the chair beside your uncle. 

Buggy took your spot on the couch, his eyes almost losing their shine, until he floated one of the bar stools beside your chair. 

“Thank you, Mr. President,” you coughed, grateful to set your glass down before your shaky hands made a mess on the new rugs. He didn’t bother giving your guest the same courtesy. Buggy just watched you, until you looked down at your fingers, trying not to twist them. 

“How about a toast,” Uncle Cedrick beamed, lifting his glass, his commanding gaze forcing you to look his way. “To my incredible niece, and her esteemed employers. It’s been an honor attending such an impressive event.”

Silence followed, but everyone’s lips tasted wine.

“Why are you here, Mr. Sylvad?”

Buggy’s voice was dark, measured, and frightening when matched with his glinting eyes.

Yet, Uncle Cedrick smiled, chuckling as if his life weren’t one wrong breath away from being ended. You weren’t surprised. 

He feared nothing. He had no reason to. 

“I’m here for Y/N, of course,” he answered, humming while he took another sip. Your uncle radiated ease, as though you were just a normal family enjoying a weekend trip. “It’s time for my dear niece to come home.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“Good morning, Captain Buggy!”

What the fuck…

“I ordered us some coffee,” Y/N beamed, pulling on her boring, wrinkled clothes. “I need to head to the office, so I can contact my clients to let them know I’m leaving. Then I just need to grab a couple things from home, and say goodbye to my sister. Should I meet you back here, or—“

“That’s too elaborate,” Buggy yawned as he rolled away from her sunny smile, wanting to go back to his dream where everything stayed nice and warm. “You can just say you changed your mind. Or your grandma died. Or you have amnesia or something. Thanks for a fun night.”

… 

“What?”

That’s some damn good acting.

Buggy rolled back to face her, shocked by the convincing amount of pain on her face to match that quavering voice, one of her shoes dangling, forgotten in her hand. 

“I said it’s alright,” the clown soothed, really hoping he wouldn’t have to hold her fucking hand just so she could stuff her guilt and self pity down long enough to leave. Those people were almost worse than the outright assholes. 

“Please don’t leave without me,” she begged, going to her knees at the edge of the bed, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “Please, Captain Buggy. I swear I… I’m not lying. Please—“

“Fuck it, fine. I’ll wait here today,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face while he rolled onto his back. “I’m outta here by five. If you’re fucking with me—“

“Thank you!”

Buggy moaned, the sudden weight of this crazy woman sending him reeling. She let out a needy gasp, as though she hadn’t expected to find the clown so fucking hard when she’d jumped on him.

“Captain!”

“What are you doing?”

“Can I, Captain?”

“Okay, but you… fuuuck, you’re something else. You’re— gods, keep doing that, baby…”

She’s definitely my favorite clown fucker. 

~~~

Buggy waited.

Round and round his thoughts went. Sometimes a spot of hope would shine through, but it was always trampled quickly by well earned doubt, anger, or humiliation. 

Although the memory of her lips kept disrupting his cycle, leaving his face hot while he stared at the table.

Fuck this. Not gonna sit here, and let her make a fool out of…

“Captain Buggy,” she called out, dragging a single suitcase behind her. She gave him a breathless smile, but her eyes were a bit red, with a hint of puffiness. The thought of her crying pushed away all the things he should have cared about.

“Are you okay? You look—“

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Y/N cringed, looking away with a self deprecating laugh. “Goodbyes always get me emotional, but I’m ready to go. When can we leave?”

“Are you insane?”

Buggy hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, sighing at the hurt look in her eyes while he motioned for her to sit. 

“I’m not sure what—“

“You have a fancy job,” he started, struggling to refocus after he spotted a bit of missed paint below her ear. “You’ve got enough berry to drink at this snooty place after work. You’re gorgeous. You’re way too smart…”

The clown trailed off, almost losing his momentum again at the pleased smile his last few words put on her face. 

“You know I’m a fucking pirate, right? A Warlord of the Sea?”

“Of course, sir.”

“You know what Buggy’s Delivery—“

“I’m aware, Captain,” Y/N assured, her voice slipping into professional distance, something almost frightening beneath that even tone. “Mercenaries may be a legal gray area, but I see no issues with a country that doesn’t have an adequate fighting force paying for outside help to protect themselves. I don’t see why soldiers paid for through your service are any different than soldiers paid or forced to fight by their own governments.”

“But they are different,” Buggy grinned, loving the way her eyes lit up at his satisfied chuckle. “Our fighters are better.”

The world shrunk down, wrapping around her once again. She let out a breath, her lips struggling to hold in a smile.

“Does this mean I got the job?”

“We’ll see how the probationary period goes, dollface,” the Warlord teased, floating one of his hands to carry her suitcase while the other helped her out of her seat. 

“We’ll spend most of our time on my island,” he bragged, walking almost too fast for her toward the docks, “but wait ‘til you get a look at my ship! It’s– oh, how are you with boats?”

Her pause made him stop in his tracks, and she walked into him, stumbling before he caught her. Lifting her chin, the captain inspected his new recruit, frowning at how little she seemed to give away.

“Have you never been on a boat, or are you afraid of boats?”

“I…”

“Boat’s are pretty much a requirement to being a fucking pirate, numbers girl. I’m not gonna—“

“I know how to sail. I just got scared for a while after a storm,” she let out, fire building in her eyes. “But I didn’t want to be scared. I made myself go out on the water. Boats don’t bother me anymore.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on making my financial advisor get her hands dirty, but it’s always good to have another sailor aboard.”

Buggy lifted her hand with his free one, floating it up to kiss red across her knuckles. 

Fuck. She’s not gonna stay. This is probably just some stupid, long con. 

Still, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 

He could have left it there, meaningless and fun, but the fire in her eyes, and the words she’d declared, kept him rooted.

“What about storms?”

“I’m sorry?”

That soft smile couldn’t cover up all the anger and fear it tried to hide. 

“You’re not afraid of boats anymore, but what about storms?”

Buggy almost turned and left her there, not wanting to bring such a hassle onto his ship, no matter how lovely her lips were. Not if she was too cowardly to tell the truth, or at least to come up with a decent lie. 

“I’m not good with storms,” she breathed, staring up at him like a challenge. Like she wouldn’t let just anyone force her to say something like that. 

“That’s alright, pretty,” Buggy soothed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders while he led her toward the ship. “You’re my flashy financial adviser now. If there’s a storm, you can stay nice and toasty in the cabin while the rest of us do the manual labor. I’ll even put that in writing if you— whoa, hey…”

“I won’t let you down, Captain,” she hummed, hugging him close just as they reached the Big Top. 

“Hey, Captain, who’s your friend,” Mohji called over cheerfully, leading Richie up the ramp to the deck. The lion gave a gentle roar, a sweet greeting to the ears of his crew, but it made Y/N yelp, clinging to him even tighter.

Buggy didn’t think, just laughed while he lifted this strange girl into the air, floating her up to the ship while his feet raced up the long way. 

“Alright, numbers girl,” he rasped, ignoring his need to breathe while he stared at her gorgeous face. “This is your last chance. Want me to leave you on the docks? Or do you wanna have a flashy adventure with the Great Captain Buggy, Warlord of the Sea?”

“No more ‘numbers girl,” she giggled, that perfect sound trapping him again. “I want to be your flashy girl now, Captain.”

“Really,” he purred, losing his mind at all the sweet noises she kept making for him, especially these cute little whines she just started, like she’d already forgotten how to talk.

Y/N made him forget all his rules. Don’t get attached. Don’t like them too much. Don’t fall for the con. 

She’s staying…

Buggy forgot every fucking thing on the planet when she giggled for him again, and it was a miracle that he got her into the cabin before he took her in front of his crew. 

They didn't leave that cabin until they landed at Karai Bari.

Y/N made him greedy for things he’d sworn off hunting for. Buggy was blissfully lost, holding on to her for days, weeks, months, only getting more fucking desperate to enjoy every moment before this sweet lie came to an end. Her laughter, her touch, even the air around her made him high. 

This Warlord of the Sea wasn’t even angry that she was going to leave. He was just grateful for every morning when he woke to find that those words were still true, a comforting mantra that played in his mind while he stole her from the world for another day.

She’s still here.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“She’s not going anywhere,” Crocodile growled, resting his arm around Buggy’s shoulders as the clown started hovering out of his seat at your uncle’s announcement. 

“I assure you, gentlemen, I have no intention of forcing her, violently or otherwise. I’m just here to chat,” he purred, arching a brow at you. “You did explain my insurance, did you not? I’d hate for something—“

“Don’t hurt him,” you cut him off, though your voice was empty now, and your eyes couldn’t quite meet any of those on the couch. “If he doesn’t call…”

“Such an honor to speak with someone so well… protected,” Mihawk stepped in, poison dripping in every word. “To have what amounts to your own personal Buster Call is quite the feat.”

“Oh, it’s nothing so outlandish as that,” Uncle Cedrick laughed, brushing the fake compliment away with a wave of his hand. His eyes crawled over you again, and you caught the satisfied smirk he failed to hide. He didn’t need to hide it. “Just friends in high places. One of the perks of our family name.”

Silence. The most painfully awkward silence you’d ever felt. 

“Now, it’s time for you to honor that name, niece. You’ve had your fun.”

“Why do you need her anyway,” the clown spat. His fingers tapped at his knee, until Mihawk rested his hand there. Buggy’s breath calmed a bit as he let his fingers go still over the swordsman’s, but he never looked away from his target. “You already got everything! She’s not the heir, so just leave—“

Uncle Cedrick’s laughter was the smug twist of a key, the cruel sound of your cage being shut and locked forever. 

“Is that what she told you,” he shook his head, still recovering from laughter. Uncle seemed to be having a grand old time stomping all over your sand castle. “I wonder how many more lies my little niece has been feeding you.”

“What are you saying,” Crocodile asked coldly. Braving a glance at his face gave you nothing, those frightening features were closed off to you now. 

“Well, I suppose it’s a good sign that you never trusted these pirates,” he sighed, not noticing the creaks from the couch while three villains refrained from murdering him yet again. 

“Explain,” Mihawk ordered, sharp, deadly. 

Uncle Cedrick threw you a taunting smile.

“Y/N is Arbo Sylvad’s sole heir.”

It’s over.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

“No more Numbers Girl. Y/N is Captain Buggy’s Flashy Girl now,” Buggy mimicked your voice, pulling the notepad and pen from your hands. 

“Buggy,” you groaned, uselessly pulling on his arms to grab for his hands, only for everything to float out of reach. “Please, Bugs. I just want to do my job, baby. I want to help you.”

At first it was sweet. 

“Mm, but you help me everyday,” your clown purred, pulling you closer on that fancy, green couch. “My pretty star, helping me shine…”

Months of this. 

“Buggy, plea— Mm, we need to work on the… fuck…”

Months of your sweet clown not wanting to leave your side for a second.

“What does my flashy girl need to work on,” Buggy teased, starting to kiss along your thighs after kneeling between them. He’d barely touched you, and you were already sighing, eyes already fluttering for him. 

Months of forgetting the world, forgetting everything but each other. 

“Finances, Bugs,” you urged, curling your fingers into his hair to try to make him focus. 

Just listen to me, Buggy.

You’d pulled his hair too hard, and the little moan he let out made your body ache, always hungry for him. 

“Okay, star,” Buggy rasped, eyes going dark. "I promise. We’ll start bright and early tomorrow, and you can tell me all those long words you like.”

“Why tomorrow? We have plenty of—“

“It’s already lunchtime,” he scolded in mock horror. “It’s best to start work like that—“

“It’s not even eleven— Oh gods… Buggy, you promise? Just work tomorrow? Just… mmn, please...”

“I promise,” Buggy beamed, his perfect face shining when he pulled away from your needy cunt long enough to tease you. “I promise I’m gonna make my pretty star laugh, and come, and shine for me every fucking day. Now, is my flashy girl gonna let her captain finish his lunch?”

It was hard to think. You didn’t want to think. You’d never been with someone for this long before. Was it normal to get frustrated with him like this? Was it normal to still melt every time he touched you? 

Nothing about your life felt normal, but this felt like the closest to thing real that you’d ever get. These last few months with Buggy were the brightest your life had been since… He shined so bright, and you wanted to disappear with him into the night sky, lost forever. 

You just wished he would listen, and you wished you could stop giving in every single time.

But then you’d give in, and remember why you couldn’t stop. 

“Please, Bugs.”

“Whatcha need, flashy girl,” the clown teased, pressing little kisses and bites along your thighs.

“I need you, Buggy,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him as your head fell back. “Need your lips, your tongue, your nose…”

“Oh yeah? Such a small list,” Buggy scolded, his breath moving closer, teasing against all that wetness he’d drawn from you. 

“Captain Buggy.”

It came out in a whine now, and you pouted more when he laughed at your pathetic face. 

“Need your teeth, your hands, your fingers,” you listed, aching for him. The manic look in his eyes while he watched you fall apart for him made you need him more. 

“I need your cock inside me now, Buggy, please.”

“My girl’s so good for me,” he breathed over your core, leaving teasing kisses around where you needed him, until you were twitching, almost sobbing for him. “But don’t rush your captain. I haven’t finished my lunch yet.”

Tomorrow. We’ll work tomorrow.

Tomorrow was too late.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“It’s true, Y/N,” Mihawk let out, that dangerous voice sharp enough to stab through the clown’s pathetic soul. “You have an opportunity to live an interesting life. Don’t disappoint us by lowering yourself for that clown.”

They’re right, baby. 

She didn’t speak, and Buggy ached to float to her, to make sure she was okay, but he was wrecked. Useless. They’d tossed his head behind the couch like a piece of trash, and Crocodile was still using his body as a footrest. 

“Say it, Y/N,” Crocodile commanded her. 

It’s all my fault, star.

“Wh-What…”

The scarred man kicked Buggy again, this time sending his body across the floor. The clown fought to choke them down, but weak, broken noises left his lips, and he broke even further when he heard Y/N gasping for him. She was so close, right there. 

I never should have taken her. I’m an idiot. Selfish. They’re gonna hurt my– 

“Say it.”

“I won’t… I won’t lower myself for that clown.”

Good. I never deserved you, star. Why didn’t I listen to you?

Now he listened.

Crocodile and Mihawk were praising her, but Buggy didn’t hear them. Just the rustle of movement, and Y/N’s strained, desperate breathing. He knew that breathing.

She was trying so hard.

I’m not worth it, baby. Just an idiot. Can’t believe I actually thought… No. It was stupid.

You could never love me. 

I’ll never be anything but a fucking joke.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Buggy denied. You wanted to grab him, to run away right now, before any more of your shame could crawl into the light.

“If Y/N is the sole heir, then why are you holding the reins?” 

Mihawk held his wineglass a little closer, as though he were protecting his precious red from hearing such a sordid tale.

You coughed another sick laugh, shaking your head toward the floor. 

“My benevolent brother doted on your young CFO here,” Uncle Cedrick began, relaxing into the chair. He always loved to hear himself talk. 

“I wanna hear it from you,” Crocodile ordered. Unreadable silver eyes gutted you like his hook just might if he didn’t like your story. 

Why did you curse me, dad? 

You had never wanted your story to be different more than you did right now.

“Uncle Cedrick is standing in. I won't become the heir until… Until I decide I’m ready.”

“What does that mean,” he rasped, patting his jacket for cigars that didn’t seem to be there. 

“It means…”

What’s the point? It’s done now. 

“What my niece means to say is that instead of honoring her father’s last wish, fulfilling her responsibilities, and accepting the family wealth, Y/N decided that she would rather live a ‘boring’ life,” Uncle Cedrick gave a patronizing laugh. “Sylvad’s heiress would rather work at a bank. It boggles the mind, honestly.”

“Miss Y/N is free to make her own choices,” Mihawk threatened, finally setting his comfort wine aside.

“But of course,” your uncle conceded the point, waving his hand before turning to you again. “If only my dear brother hadn’t been so cruel, although maybe not as cruel as my niece.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Buggy growled.

“Get to the point, Sylvad,” Crocodile warned, rubbing that large hand over the clown’s shoulders. 

“Arbo decided to give Y/N everything, including the decision of whether or not to release her mother and sister’s rightful inheritance, but only when she takes up her role,” he tutted, sipping his wine while his eyes sparkled at you. “Who knows what drove my brother to such a heartless choice. Although it’s possible that he wasn’t aware of how selfish his favorite little daughter could be.”

“Don’t,” you breathed, all of your villains tilting forward. 

“Your insurance may be effective, Sylvad,” Mihawk threatened, predator eyes focused on his prey. “However, accidents can still occur. Mind your fucking tongue.”

“My apologies,” he laughed. Everything was easy, everything was always working out for him. “You’re right, of course. I shouldn’t be airing our family’s dirty laundry in front of my gracious hosts.”

“Is that it?”

Buggy laughed, chaotic and perfect, and it made you forget for just a moment. 

“You feel bad for not making your mom and sister stupid rich? Well, boo fuckin’ hoo,” he mocked, his fake crying face pulling a small, strangled laugh from your throat. “That’s not your fucking job!”

My sweet, lovely clown.

A sigh moved through you, and you let your body relax, let your eyes drift closed. 

Pretending. 

“I suppose you’re right,” that needling voice went on, narrowing in on you again. “You’ve spent all these years avoiding your responsibilities as heir, but at least you were safe.”

“Miss Y/N is safe with us.”

Crocodile’s rough voice pulled your eyes open, and you found the three of them watching you, eyes softer than they should be. You shivered, until Uncle Cedrick made you freeze. 

“That may be so, but it’s been months since you ran away. Kat’s been worried sick about you, Y/N. Dr. Vorsan’s been doing what he can to help, but you can’t blame her for being scared for her sister.”

He tilted his head toward you, catching your eyes while practiced compassion took over his features. 

“Dr. Vorsan is concerned for you too, niece. Your decisions have—“

“Who’s this doctor,” Crocodile questioned.

Your world went dull. 

“Keeping more secrets, niece? Well, I suppose that’s to be expected from such a troubled mind.” 

“Your mind’s about to be fucking troubled you fucking—“

“Please,” your whimpered plea made the clown go still.

“Star?”

“It’s a shame, really,” your uncle explained. “It only makes sense, of course. After the tragedy of her father’s death, and that little incident with the snail…”

No. 

“Dr. Vorsan always warned us there’d be lifelong effects from that sort of trauma, especially on someone so young.”

Stop. 

You wanted to pretend one last time. To see their eyes before they changed. Now you couldn’t look away.

Just a little bit longer. 

Uncle Cedrick lost his somber tone, looking down the couch while he complained until he landed on Crocodile. 

“I suppose it could be worse. The doctor said we’d be lucky if promiscuity was her worst flaw. You know what they say about girls with daddy issues—“

“STOP!!!”

Crocodile’s eyes had been wide with rage, but now he was shaking. The point of his hook was a hair’s breadth away from your skin after you’d leapt between him and his prey. Mihawk and Buggy had joined him when he lunged toward Uncle Cedrick, but now they pulled him back, breaking the scarred man out of his frozen moment.

“Sweetheart… I’m so sorry.”

“I’m leaving.”

Such a small sentence, and your voice was so quiet, yet the eruption it caused was overwhelming. These three, powerful men looked panicked, all speaking at once while they beseeched you, begged for you to not mean those two little words.

“What? No, star, you don’t need to—“

“Darling, we’re here. Whatever you need—“

“Please, sweet girl, let us help—“

“Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason.” Uncle Cedrick clapped a hand on his knee before standing, already making his way out of the room. 

“You were always so smart, Y/N. I’ll meet you in the foyer, so you can say your little goodbyes. Thank you, gentlemen—“

“Get out!”

The door closed, and Crocodile’s face fell, regret following his newest show of rage. 

“Baby, you’re not going.”

“I'm done pretending. I’m going home,” you declared, pulling away from Buggy’s touch, fighting not to meet those beautiful eyes. 

“Sweetheart, please,” Crocodile begged, going to his knees. Those large fingers cradled your face, and you had to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be better. I’ll protect you. I love you, Y/N. Let me help—“

“I told you what I want, Crocodile. I’ll never forgive you if you make me your prisoner again.”

You’d hurt this frightening man. This ex-Warlord of the Sea. His name on your lips made his face crumple, made something break. 

Sick laughter almost rolled off your tongue at the thought of how few people could claim that they had hurt this terrifying, secretly soft man. 

“Rabbit,” Mihawk breathed, pulling you aside. His wicked fingers danced over your hair, trailing down to trace soothing lines along the sides of your face until you almost sighed. 

“Please don’t leave, darling,” the swordsman rasped, those predator's eyes going desperate while he scanned your features. “I'll do anything. I love you, rabbit. I need—“

“Thanks for pretending,” you forced out as you tore yourself free, looking away before you could see how your words would affect this untouchable man. “It was fun, but I'm done playing. I hope you find a new toy soon.”

Your foot caught on that pile of fancy rugs when you ran toward the door, but Buggy was there. His upper body lifted you high, his sweet smile almost making you forget. He was always so good at making you forget the world.

“Put me down.”

“I don’t believe you,” Buggy whispered, setting you on your feet, and squeezing your cheeks together before you shook him off. 

“I don’t—“

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before, star. I should have—“

“I’m leaving. I want to go.”

“You’re not saying anything mean to me,” the clown teased, a crooked smirk catching your breath. “You can’t, huh? I knew it. I knew I was never a joke to you, baby.”

“I want to go…”

“I’ll listen this time, star,” he promised, kneeling so he could gaze up at you with that manic love in his eyes. “I think you wanna stay. The only way I’ll believe that you want us to let you go is if you promise me something.”

He started searching his silly red outfit for hidden pockets, pulling out his item with a magician’s flourish. You were shaking while you watched him, your feet wobbling in those pretty shoes that had barely managed to stay on when you tripped. 

“What’d ya think, dollface?”

Hypnotizing. 

A silver, oval locket, almost the length of your palm, swung back and forth in front of your eyes until he placed it into your hand. 

Etched onto the metal was a ship sailing under a night sky. A smattering of stars floated above the scene, but one star stood out with a halo of rays spreading wide, gorgeous details showing that this was the one. 

And that little ship was pointed straight toward it, guided by its shining star. 

“I wanted to give it to you a while ago, but I didn’t think— well, you know.”

He nodded toward the wounded villains who’d both gone to their knees now, while his lips still trapped you with that sweet, mischievous smile.

“Anyway... I love you, Y/N. You’re my shining star,” the clown confessed, gripping your arms while you tried not to fall to the floor. “I’m never gonna believe that you don’t love me back. If you really want me to let you go, you gotta promise you’ll keep me close to your heart, baby. Tell me you’ll always keep a piece of me with you.”

His hands floated up, fastening that long chain around your neck before pressing the heavy locket against your heart. 

“Stay. Or promise you’ll keep me here forever. I’m not letting you leave if you—“

“I promise,” you choked out, grabbing the gloved hand that held the locket. 

“My flashy girl,” he winked. Your sweet, lovely clown. “I’m gonna miss you, baby.”

If I cry, I won’t leave.

Nodding. Swallowing. Shaking.

Walking away.

Not looking back. 

~~~

Your mind hovered above your body, thankfully numbing the pain of leaving this strange place you’d almost thought of as home. 

Numb was good. Numb was better. 

Numb got you through Uncle Cedrick’s gloating long enough to request to retire to your own quarters, but privacy gave your body permission to feel, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

No.

Need to be numb.

Alone on a luxurious bed in a beautiful dress, you ached for emptiness. For drugs, for pain. That thought made you sob, the sound strangled while you fought to stuff it all down deep. 

It’s just for daydreams now. Just daydreams.

You should have left the locket there. Or thrown it into the sea. It would only make it hurt worse.

Struggling with the seam, you found a key hole, and let out a pathetic laugh. It would have been nice to see his face again. Yet something else caught your eye, something tiny etched onto the back. 

6♠️

“I’m sorry, Buggy,” you cried, slow, painful tears finally escaping. “I’m so sorry.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

Crocodile never felt helpless. Yet she had left him on his knees.

He couldn’t pick himself back up. 

Mihawk had let himself feel a new range of emotions these last few days. Explored them, fought them, accepted them. 

Now he hated them. 

Though not as much as he hated himself. 

Buggy sat on the ground between his old torturers, ruining another pair of gloves when he rested his head in his hands. 

“What the fuck are you all doing?”

~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🐊🤡🔴🗡️~~~

Shanks had practically fled the banquet hall, and guilt followed close behind. Guilt that he didn’t care about the man that had died strung up like a prize at a circus. 

All he cared about was Buggy. 

And Y/N.

“What’s wrong with you,” he panicked, the sight of the Cross Guild in silent agony across the floor sending him reeling. He marched toward Mihawk first, pulling the man up by a shoulder of his fancy coat. The swordsman didn’t even cringe at the rough treatment to that exquisite fabric.

“I just watched her follow that asshole to the docks! Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Can’t force her,” Crocodile rasped as he slumped to the side, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“She didn’t…” Mihawk trailed off, leaving Shanks horrified while he watched his old friend, his powerful lover, disappear inside himself. 

“Let’s go get her,” the red haired pirate demanded, slapping Mihawk hard enough to make those golden eyes flare. “Sylvad doesn’t know I’m your friend. He wants to have a friendly chat with an Emperor of the Sea.”

Shanks pulled out the card, the man’s overwhelming cologne wafting along with it.

“We can take the Red Force, alright? We’ll get her—“

“We can’t,” Mihawk pushed Shanks back, aching for more violence. “She wanted to go. I can’t do that to her again. Can’t—“

“You don’t need to be sorry, star…”

“Bugs,” Shanks asked, fear gripping him when he went to his murmuring clown. Buggy had a finger stuffed into one of his ears, and a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. 

“Charmed the sea beast, huh? I knew you could, shit head.”

“What's going on, Buggy,” Crocodile asked, voice tired, almost done. Mihawk moved closer, touching a hand to the larger man’s arm. They both closed their eyes for a moment before studying their manic clown. 

“She’s smart,” Buggy yelled, his brief optimism replaced by vicious determination as the sounds in his head grew louder. “Y/N didn’t wanna leave with that asshole! And she knew exactly what to say to make all of us do what she wanted. Not to mention how scared she was of that mini Buster Call bullshit. She’s…”

“You’re right,” Crocodile rasped, clenching that large fist, but trying not to slam it into anything. He’d broken too many things already. 

“We still can’t force her,” Mihawk breathed, replaying every word she’d spat at him. 

“There’s something else going on...” Buggy shook, his body going to pieces to pace and float in front of this strange mix of his old enemies and lovers. “Y/N’s smart. There’s gotta be a reason. Once I know what it is, we’ll go help her. I'm gonna make it stop.”

“What do you mean,” Shanks asked, grimacing when those particular words left his lips. 

“I mean, she’s CRYING!!”

Buggy couldn’t take any more of it, screaming with useless fury while he thrashed around the room. There was no way for the other men to grab hold of him, or to stop him without hurting him. They called his name, letting him rage until he brought his body together to collapse onto that green, velvet couch.

His three, dangerous lovers knelt in front of him with concerned eyes, their gentle hands trying to soothe.

Shanks pulled that extravagant hat off of Buggy’s head to brush blue hair from the clown’s face.

“Buggy, you’re missing an ear.”

“Not missing,” Buggy choked, those faraway sounds like seawater drowning his heart. 

“Listening.”

~~~🐊🤡🔴🗡️~~~

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Chapter 28

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[silkendandelion]

Could you do one where reader is the daughter of shanks and the best friend of luffy but there more like brother and sister then friends she has simalr powers like her dad but stronger she has the ability to control men women and creatures alike and make them do whatever she wants she joins luffy Crew after helping save thm from buggy when she 1st meets Crocodile he interests in her but she finds him evil and rude and mean but after ace dies and her and the crew decided to train separately for two years crocodile takes her under his wing and she sees a different side to him only she gets to see and they start to date they even marry secretly until one day luffy and the starw hat crews finds out at 1st there not to happy but then they see how happy rachel is and how being with her makes crocodile less off a evil asshole ( lol )

Hello! Requests are actually not open right now, but no worries: I wrote something up anyway, to say thank you for stopping by.

Thank you for telling me about your ideas, and I hope you enjoy reading. Everything special is below the cut 📝🩷

Clouds loomed over the battlefield in a comfortable calm, or at least, the pirates that filed in were used to finding peace in these rare times between world-changing events. Ahead of the group, Luffy led them, wearing an obsidian and carmine cloak draped over his shoulders that didn’t lend any evidence to his childish nature.

“I had heard Cross Guild was coming, is that true?” Nami asked him.

“Who?” He blinked at her.

“Oh—“ Usopp slapped his own face in disbelief, unwilling to elaborate or educate him on the three men he had crossed paths with—multiple times—who had rebranded (and not even recently).

“Is that—“ Luffy squinted at the horizon where other pirates were waiting. He gasped, suddenly, loud enough to startle the one’s standing next to him. “RACHEL!!”

He was off in a flash, launching himself into the arms of the woman who stood at Crocodile’s side. He rumpled her coat with his fervent affection, rubbing their cheeks together with a mischievous giggle.

“I missed you,” the woman admitted, grinning and patting his back like a puppy that hadn’t learned not to jump up yet.

“He remembers her but not Crocodile.” Usopp said dryly.

“Well, you know what they say,” River said beside him. Though he promptly did not elaborate.

“…are you going to say what they say—“ Usopp was interrupted by seeing River no no longer stood beside him.

He walked away, over to greet Crocodile and the handsome woman, to the chagrin of Law, who followed closely with the most alert posture they had ever seen from him.

Crocodile gestured to the man in the colorful coat with his hook. “Cara mía, this is River.”

“It’s nice to meet you, finally, I’m Rachel.” She smiled charmingly, angling her head so the jewels that hung from her ears and around her neck sparkled in the sun.

“I had heard rumors, but never been privileged to meet you, most beautiful lady. Anyone who stands so close to my old friend has me at their service.” River bowed, holding his coat wide. The seas had talked at length about the one who commanded people like a god might control the ocean, and here she stood: smiling next a famed ex-Warlord, the picture of a happy, nurtured wife.

“He’s cute.” She smiled behind her hand, touching Crocodile’s coat and looking up to see he was too. A rare thing for him to smile so much in one day.

“I have only ever accepted the best, after all,” said Crocodile, his hand coming out to pass over the top of her hair, lifting a lock off her shoulder and let slip between his fingers.

“Magnificent, isn’t she?”

“Certainly evidence of your good taste,” River smiled back at him. It warmed his heart to see Crocodile smile freely, genuinely, the way he remembered.

Beside him, Rachel couldn’t help the shiver that rose up from his gentle petting, cheeks already pink from his rumbled sweetness.

“We will see you on the battlefield, then.” She called to the other pirates.

Law nodded back, sword laid against his shoulder. “Of course.”

So the new generation settled, more different than they had ever been, as old enemies became willing allies and new friends became lovers, and trusted confidants. Rachel reached for the cool palm of Crocodile beside her, beckoning his eyes as she touched the ring on her third finger to the one that matched, as well as completed his set.

“Come on,” she nodded. “We shouldn’t be late.”

[tfw-no-tennis]

one piece live blog hrmmmmm

why hello its me LJ starting another liveblog. yayyyyyyy i love liveblogging lol. so ive been wanting to do this one for ages - the one piece manga! im starting at zou bc i wanna catch up, then i plan to go back and read from thriller bark on. lets hope I get there!

I have read most of this already (I was last caught up to the end of act 1 of wano) so there will probably be spoilers scatter through, for now...

So i started w/chapter 803. here goes!

robin thinking the dragon drawing is cute awww

revolutionaries wwwwwwwwwwwwwww

dragon asking about robin awww <3

DRAGON NOT ASKING ABT LUFFY BHVJDSKFBJSKHDFBJKH

dragon: luffy who???

still thinking abt the person on reddit who posited that blackbeard is actually 3 guys in a coat and thats why he can have multiple devil fruits and also thats why his flag has 3 skulls. mans might be onto st

uh ohhhh the revolutionaries have been busted 😬

BUGGY OH MY GOD

buggy having like. a pirate temp agency. hhhhhhhhhakjdhsfsjkjdfjkjl

ok but buggy failing upwards is always so funnyyyyy pleaseeee

I admire buggy for sticking to the clown theme. can't quit the bit

also him pretending to be Large is hilarious

luffy usopp law and zoro all being like NINJA???? 👀 I love it

okaaaaaaay onto 804:

AUGHHHHH not the ASL bros playing baseball cover 😭😭😭 mannnn I wasn't ready 😭

the coordinated strawhat dodge lmao

hvbahdjkfbsjhdf kanjuro and kin'emon fucking around back there and getting knocked off lmfaoooooo

robin with the morbidity hvbhjadfjbaksjf love her sm

them being like ehhhh should we get those guys or just leave them? they're fine lets just go. hvaikdfbjksdf

oh my goddd everyone getting so invested in the dragon's struggle. plssss

LMFAO NOOOO HE DIED ??!?!

zoro and law being lame hvabdjkfbsjdkf

I love sm that luffy and usopp are always wow'd by everything new and cool that they see and that they always share that awwww

godddddddddddd I forgot the official scans call him zolo. SOOOO cursed

in my head zolo is just the OC ruth and I made up; zoro's twin brother on wano who is heterosexual, doesn't really care about swords, and has a great sense of direction. we're so funny

oh shitttt is that carrot???

usopp being so stressed all the time makes sense if u think about one piece's crazy condensed timeline...like they Really were getting into a new insane fight every single week with no pause

CARROT JUKES

still mad that she got sidelined back to zou later in the manga :| I'll talk abt that more later I'm sure lol

ooomg wanda showing up w/nami's clothes on. hello. not kidding when I say that nami is a lesbian w/the most game ever she legit has a gf on every island

usopp being like 'a talking animal!?' how long have u known chopper my dude

omg at this point in time naruto had just ended 😳 crazy for one piece zou was a while ago at this point but naruto has been over...one piece rlly won that huh

oda saying 'kishimoto has escaped the hell of weekly serialization' bruh somebody needs to unionize these mangaka. fr.

okayyyyy 805!

usopp being worried for nami awwh

robin 'perhaps they eat people.' hbvhajdfbjksdfbhksja love her

oh my god so many implications that the other straw hats are dead lmao

lmao god law just casually being like 'yea I never expected to see my crew again' bc he was planning to die in dressrosa...

bepo oooobh show me bepo

THER HE ISSSS BEPO MOMENT

luffy immediately getting into a fight lmao

oooobh I love carrot she's so cute why did she have to get booted from the story :( boo hiss

of course luffy actually remembers bepo bc he's a talking bear and that's COOL

law's crew missed him sm awwwwwwwww that makes it extra sad that he was planning to die yeesh

oh shitttt they all missed some drama

806!!

omgggg the cover story w luffys village awwwhhhh dadan and makino and her shanks babyyyyy also is she wearing a wedding ring?? are she and shanks married????

kin'emon and kanjuro shenanigans lmao are they ever gonna make it up the elephant

bruh that's so cool how the elephant spraying water on itself sustains the minks on zou ooooooooommh I love the creative ways that the one piece world works

carrot just randomly biting luffy...mood

aight WHO was getting crucified.

yall gave zoro directions to somewhere???? is anyone seeing the problem here lmao

'chambres' lmfao the translations...french ass sounding law

usopp hiding behind zoro and puppeteering his arm hhhhhh I love them

NAMIIIII my fav

omg I forgot abt the pineapple houses. SO cool

reunion!!!! :D

ohhhh my god the sanji cliffhanger. yessss so juicy fuck yeah

honestly I am soooo pumped to read whole cake again lol that was the first one piece arc I read since that's what was coming out when I got into one piece in 2018 and it slapssssss. also I'm really excited to read the rest of wano, especially now that it's over, and to catch up and hopefully read weekly like I do w/CSM. yayyyy

[niightegoblingtyime]

Alright, let me crack my knuckles and see what I can contribute to an *actual* list of Weirdest One Piece Ships.

First up, what is in my opinion the weird one piece ship: DOFUWANI (Doflamingo x Crocodile) I love their dynamic, not just divorced energy but restraining order type energy. 10/10 would put them in a temperature controlled terrarium, but there has to be a pane of glass between them or they’ll kill each other. Literally who decided to ship these two together, I would like to shake your hand and then donate your brain to science.

Next up, I came across this one time and fell down a rabbit hole of content I didn’t think existed: ACELAW (Ace x Law) When I first heard about them, I had to think for a long hard moment about whether they had ever interacted. Correct me if I’m wrong but my conclusion is I don’t think they’ve ever met in canon. “So, what gives?” you may ask. I don’t have an answer to that, but the fanart is cute and they do have quite the potential dynamic.

I don’t know the ship name for this one but I’ve seen some people ship Sogeking x Kaya. Maybe I’ll call them SOGEKAYA. No hate to the people who ship it, it just seems weird to me and I don’t really get it. I know Usokaya (Usopp x Kaya) is pretty huge and I think that one is sweet, but why ship Kaya with the guy who was just a temporary sniper for the strawhats? Whom she also has never met? Unless we just think that Kaya has a thing for any sniper, I think this one belongs on the weird ships list.

And out of left field here comes KILLGUIN (Killer x Penguin) which, to me, is like the epitome of “their eyes met from across the room” type stuff except they’re on different boats entirely. A real ‘where did it come from where did it go’. I’ve seen enough stuff for it to add it to the list, but not enough to really explain it.

Some people might argue with me on this one but I’m putting ZOROMAPS (Zoro x Google Maps) on the list. There’s enough of a base for me to have heard about this ship, but personally I think they would have no chemistry at all. Zoro would never listen, and Google Maps is a robot. Imo this ship is a lost cause.

Maybe not quite as controversial—or maybe it is—CROSSCULE (Buggy x Mihawk x Crocodile). Has the vibes of putting three middle aged men in a jar and shaking them. Plus this ship gets messy if you add Shanks and Doflamingo to the dynamic/jar. A real mixed bag. A fun pack. Go crazy.

My next contribution is LAWSAN (Law x Sanji). I guess everyone wants a piece of sexy closeted fanon Sanji, and that includes Law. And even though I did not see this one coming until the fanart showed up in front of my face, I honestly can’t blame them. Yeah, sure, take two of the absolute hottest characters in the series and make them kiss. You have free will and a phone, you should do whatever you want forever.

An interesting one that I have only encountered recently is KOBYNIKA (Koby x Nika) in which people are shipping Koby not just with Luffy but specifically with Sun God Nika. It looks sort of like a warlock/patron relationship from what I can tell. Honestly it’s kinda cute, once you get over its general existence.

Feel free to add the weirdest One Piece ships you know! I might come back and add some later but this is what I’ve got for now.

[beanghostprincess]

For the ship, what are thoughts on Shuggy? (shanks/buggy, also i realize I forgot to ask for the other ship- whoops)

i'm gonna go a tiny itty bitty insane with this one so bear with me !!

i fucking love them so damn much i think cutting both my legs and arms would hurt way less than the pain these two make me go through every time i see a fanart of them i instantly want to die. i don't think i've suffered this much in ages. AND YOU KNOW THE FUN PART??????????? i'm still at wci so i haven't seen why they ""broke up"" yet and it's driving me insane.

i don't think i've ever been this stressed. my parents' divorce literally hurt less than whatever the fuck these two have going on.

because, you know, it's impossible not to see spoilery stuff when you're watching the most famous anime/manga of all time, so of course i know they had a painful, dramatic, pride and prejudice break up. i just don't know why (if somebody spoils me anything here i'm breaking skulls faster and harder than sabo so shut up).

don't you just love middle-aged men yaoi that had a painful divorce?????? it's one of my favorite things in the world.

also, the whole dynamic of shanks being all sad and depressed wanting buggy back and still acting silly and clingy and buggy wanting to be with him but being a proud lil bitch about it bc he's still hurt (i have no fucking idea what happened but it's always shanks fault somehow. dude, i know you're cool af but you could have a look at your interpersonal problems someday. you might stop a fucking war only by showing up but your ex-husband won't come back crawling back to you if you don't do shit, darling).

this is just like seeing your parents getting divorced and not knowing shit bc you're just too young (not that it has happened to me....... not at all....). i'm DYING to see what the hell is wrong with these two, but in the meantime, i'll just enjoy the ambiguous angsty fanart and the cute middle-aged men content.

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky how are you today????

I wanted to ask you who do you think is a green flag to have a crush on, who is a red flag and why, with all the characters you want (could you include Zoro, Sabo, Ace and Mihawk?)

Thank you so much and have a great day/night!!!

I have headcanons like this kinda here I have the 'disadvantages' and 'advantages' of dating OP Chars but I am willing to something like this too!

Ace: GREEN and RED Why? If you know how to handle the temper, baggage, and self-esteem issues he’s a green. If you want something simple and trouble-free then baby, he ain’t that. He will be asking you if you’re mad at him 12 times a day and will fistfight a wasp on a whim. He’ll also throw hands at himself on a regular basis.

Marco: GREEN he’s very laid back and if you managed to piss him off, you are probably a red flag.

Thatch: GREEN just look at that wholesome loaf.

Izou: RED he will destroy you if you even make a cup ring on his oak table.

Sabo: You might think with that smile he’s a GREEN but oh my God, he’s a RED and if you piss him off you better run or know someone way more unhinged than him. Also, his wardrobe, I could give him a pass if he didn’t look like a Victorian mass murderer.

Luffy: RED Nothing wrong with him, just if you can’t keep up with him you are going to be tired and want to strangle him with himself. If you can’t handle being around children, don’t pursue him.

Sanji: RED oh man, he’s so problematic all wrapped up in a cute suit and doofy heart eyes. He’ll more than likely make you cry.

Zoro: RED unless he can drink you, fight you, nap on you. The only way he’ll hold you is if your sword-shaped.

Usopp: GREEN but he is a lair, coax that out of him and he’s perfect.

Robin: GREEN, not my cup of tea but she’s a queen.

Franky: GREEN he's not wearing enough to be hiding something from you.

Chopper: If YOU are considering Chopper then you’re the RED flag.

Jinbei: Green <3 perfect

Brook: RED it’s like when you think ‘awww I want a turtle as a pet, so cute’ and then the fucker outlives you but on top of that wants to see your panties.

Nami: RED like the card machine when declined comes up after you let Nami use your card to shop with.

Roger: RED he is the human equivalent to people TyPiNg LiKE tHiS UnIrOniCalLy

Rayleigh: RED he’s like a cat, you’ll feed him, love him, pet him and he’ll fuck off for months on end, make you worry, but he’s curled up in some old ladies house because she got the better snacks.

Buggy: RED – BECAUSE IF CAPS LOCKS WAS A PERSON.

Shanks:  His hair isn’t the only thing that’s RED. The one good thing about him is his baggage is in lost and found somewhere.

Mihawk: RED like the wine that you spilt on his carpet that one time and now he has a hit out on your ass.

Doffy: -ME WAVING THOSE BIG RED FLAGS THAT LAND AIRCRAFT-

Crocodile: RED his left shoe costs more than your entire life and he will step on you.

Law: RED his troubles are as long as the grandline and just as easy to read as the poneglyphs.

Kid: his GREEN flag is Killer. If they come as a package, I might let him slide.

Killer: GREEN because honestly, with the captain he has it’s obvious the man has the patience of a saint.

Corazon: GREEN flag you might think it’s a red flag from afar, but I assure you that’s just the fire.

[count-alucard-tepes]

How would the op hotties react to seeing their kids spending time with the siblings, co-workers, friends etc.

Like Katakuri's kid hanging out with Brulee, or Buggy's kid with Shanks.

Please and Thank you!

Kizaru ✨

He loves seeing his child with Akainu and every time he takes his child to work Akainu pretty much kidnaps the child and keeps them with him the entire time.

Akainu🌋

He is surprised when he sees his child take a liking to Sengoku and isn’t against it so every time he takes his child to work Sengoku pretty much is with the child the entire time. The child call Sengoku Ji-Chan, which he thinks he’s really cute.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He wasn’t surprised when he saw his child become really attached to fujitora Fujitora and likes their relationship, because Fujitora really takes good care of the child.

Fujitora 🐅

He isn’t happy to have his kid around Ryokugyu but he knows that his child is safe with him so he doesn’t mind that much only if Ryokugyu uses his child to get the ladies that he gets upset.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He absolutely despises that he’s child adores Doffy but at the same time Doffy really cares about his child, and takes care of really good care of them. So he tolerates it for his child’s happiness.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He is simply over the moon that his child loves Crocodile and make sure they have a lot of playtime together just so that he could see Crocodile more often. It’s just kind of like an excuse.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He was beyond happy that his child got along with Shanks so well and often lets his child stay with the captain. He knows his child is very safe with his captain, and it allows him and his S/O to have date nights more often.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He loves that his child gets along with his siblings so much, especially with Brûlée. She often babysits the child and tells the child stories about their childhood (only the good ones). He likes to watch them interact because she is just as gentle as she is with him.

Killer🔪

He was a bit concerned with leaving his child with Kidd at first, but out of the blue Kidd became the super protective uncle that has fights with parents and kids at the playground. Just because Killer’s child wanted to go on the slide again. Sometimes he feels the child likes Kidd more than they like him.

Kaido🐉

He trusts King with his life, and of course, he is very comfortable with King caring for his child every now and then. However, he’s not comfortable with Queen taking care of his child because he feels he’s too much of a party animal and that might rub off on the child.

King 👑

He is super annoyed when he finds out that his child completely adores Queen and loves being with him all the time. He tries to make his kid go more towards Kaido but the child just seems to gravitate more to Queen because he’s so funny and cool.

Queen👑

He is completely taken back when he sees that his child simply adores King and keeps on asking his child why they like him because King is so grumpy. When his child revealed that King actually took off his mask in front of them, his jaw dropped to the ground.

Izou🔫🔫

He is surprised when he has child likes to be around Marco all the time but the child refers to Marco as uncle pineapple which he thinks is pretty cute.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He isn’t very surprised when he sees his child, taking a liking to Sabo because both of his kids just seem to get along with him anyway. He does encourage them to be more productive with their activities, like reading in and writing but instead, they usually just roughhousing which makes him angry.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He loves seeing his kids around his twin brothers because they’re so gentle with his child and a perfect role models for his child to look up to.

Buggy🤡

He is very surprised when he sees that he’s child has taken a liking to Shanks but then again, Shanks already has a child so he’s used to being around kids and knows how to handle them. He does leave a lot of instructions for Shanks to follow though, even though he doesn’t follow them.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He was a little bit concerned that his child like to hang out around Ace so often but when he found out that Ace did have younger siblings, he was a bit more at ease, and told him to be careful with these fire powers around his kid.

[missmungoe]

🌹🤲 here u go miss

(Another bit from Peony and Silver, because I started tinkering with it last night and now I might actually finish this chapter!)

Their squabbling forgotten, Shanks and Buggy had gathered around the liquor crate, from within which the baby watched them, her brown eyes wide and curious. Roger stood above them, making silly faces at her.

When it earned him an infectious giggle, “She’s cute,” Roger approved with a laugh, wiggling a finger at her.

“She is rather enchanting,” Shakky agreed, smiling when she giggled at one of his faces, and her bar had seen much laughter in the years she’d been running her business, but none like this.

Grinning, “That was my initial tipoff that she wasn’t Rayleigh’s,” Roger said, with a look at his first mate, who bore the teasing with practiced patience. “But she could have been yours, Shakky, with that hair.”

But as he said it, she saw his eyes pause on it, and the fey shade coaxed out by the sunlight pouring through the windows of her bar, his brows furrowing a bit, as though in recognition. And she didn’t need to wonder if he remembered her; the girl he’d helped her rescue from the slave ship all those years ago.

“What’s her name?” Shanks asked. He was watching the baby, a grin splitting his cheeks as he reached out to poke her nose, the big brown eyes tracking him.

Shakky smiled, and said gently, “Makino.”

She watched them observing her, Buggy with suspicion and Shanks with gentle delight, the baby’s brown eyes moving between them, and Roger.

“Babies are ugly,” Buggy said then, his arms crossed. “She’s so squishy-looking.”

“I bet I was a cute baby,” Shanks said. Then with a look at Buggy, chirped, “You probably weren’t.”

Buggy choked, but before he could splutter his outrage, Shanks told Makino, “Don’t hold his face against him, Makino-chan. He’s still growing into it.”

“Shanks, I’ll kill you!!”

He pounced, only for Roger to lift him calmly by the back of his shirt, holding him out of reach as Shanks stuck his tongue out. Makino had hold of his finger, her wide eyes fixed on him. “See?” Shanks asked, grinning at her. “She can’t take her eyes off me, but then I don’t blame her, given the alternative.”

“Captain, let me go, I’m gonna strangle him!!”

Watching them, Shakky looked at Rayleigh, and mused, “I see you have your hands full.”

That his only answer was a sigh said enough.

[whereistheonepiece]

Shanks, Go Get Me Some Breakfast

Note: The idea for this scene came to me a few days ago. I think I might be able to include it in one of my upcoming S/B fics, but in case I don't, I'd like this scene to live on somewhere because I think it's a good one.

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It was upon waking for the fourth of fifth time since tumbling into Buggy's bed that Shanks decided he might as well get up and deal with the consequences of drinking as much as a man half his age during the previous night. Muscles weighed down by fatigue, Shanks took his time pushing himself up into a seated position, groaning all the while.

"You're so loud."

Shanks did not see Buggy when he looked at the spot beside him, but the lump of sheets lying next to him was vaguely shaped like a human, if that human had curled himself into a ball. Shanks found himself smiling in spite of his pounding headache. "I'll try to suffer in silence next time," Shanks said, reaching out and laying his hand on the lump, resting his palm on what he assumed was Buggy's side.

"That's all I ask," Buggy said from beneath the sheets.

Chuckling softly, Shanks pulled away from Buggy and looked around for the water carafe Buggy kept in his bedroom. Smacking his dry lips as he located it on Buggy's nightstand, Shanks reached over his bedmate's immobile form and grabbed the carafe. He popped the hermetic top and brought it to his lips, tilting his head back and drinking deeply.

A lone hand reached out from the pile of blankets, feeling around until it came into contact with Shanks' thigh. Shanks smiled down at the hand, naked without its usual white glove, as it gave his thigh a light squeeze before it began to travel up his leg, causing the rest of its arm to emerge from its cave of blankets.

Buggy felt around Shanks until he found Shanks' abdomen. He tapped against Shanks' abdominal muscles insistently. "Tell me you're not drinking straight from the bottle."

"Afraid of getting my germs, Bug?" Shanks said. He took another drink straight from the carafe just to taunt him. "Surely you know it's too late for that."

Buggy let out a disgusted sound, causing Shanks to laugh at his expense. "Ass," Buggy said, finally poking his head out of his nest. Sighing, he laid his head on his pillow. "You know I think it's gross."

Shanks held up the carafe. "Well," he said with a small shrug, as if it couldn't be helped. "I was thirsty and didn't feel like looking for a glass."

Grumbling, Buggy sat up abruptly and snatched the carafe from Shanks and drank his fill.

Shanks grinned. "I thought you said that's gross."

"No point in getting a glass now," Buggy said, pushing the bottle back into Shanks' hand before nestling back into his silk sheets.

"Hm." Shanks looked back at the bottle before sealing it. He reached over Buggy, who was rolling onto his stomach and spreading his limbs out, as Shanks set the bottle back onto Buggy's nightstand.

"Shanks," Buggy said and Shanks looked down at Buggy and found him hugging his pillow, "go get me some breakfast."

Shanks snorted. He stared down at the waterfall of hair that ran down Buggy's naked back. He dipped his finger into the blue tresses like he would into a small pool of water. He traced the line of Buggy's spine, parting Buggy's hair. "I recall," Shanks said, "you saying it was my responsibility to get you breakfast when you spent the night in my bed because that would make me a good host. Yet here you are, hosting me on your island, ordering me to get you breakfast. It's not adding up, Bug. By your logic, you should be getting me breakfast."

Buggy had his cheek on his pillow, the back of his head facing Shanks. "I don't let just anyone into my bed, Shanks."

Warmth bloomed in Shanks' chest. "Oh?" His voice came out soft.

"Mm-hm." Buggy nodded. "But when I do, the price is getting me breakfast when I ask."

Shanks blinked. He began to snicker, knowing it had been too good to be true. He gave Buggy's cute round ass a hearty smack through the sheets. "Brat," he said as he began to drag himself out of bed.

"Remember, Red Hair," Buggy said, remaining facedown on the bed. You signed up for this."

"Yeah, yeah," Shanks as he plodded to the door. He yawned, wishing he could rub the headache away. "You're just lucky you're hot."

"Hey, Shanks."

Shanks looked over his shoulder and saw Buggy's disembodied hand floating in front of his face, flipping the middle finger. "Sit and spin!" Buggy shouted from the bed, finally deigning to look at Shanks.

Shanks flashed Buggy a cheeky grin. "Well, if you feel so inclined later on tonight."

Shanks laughed at Buggy's sounds of outrage and ducked when a pillow was sent soaring through the air at his head. He slipped through the door, peaking back through the crack to ask, "So you want me to ask Cookie for the Buggy Hangover Special?"

Buggy glared at Shanks before easing up. "You can ask for two," he said. Twisting his unpainted lips in a mockery of a smile, he added, "You're just lucky you're hot."

Shanks laughed as he gently shut the door, keenly aware of how sensitive Buggy was to loud noises that weren't his own when he was hungover. This was the first time Buggy had ever allowed Shanks to partake in the sumptuous feast—complete with a flower picked from Buggy's private island—that was the Buggy Hangover Special, lovingly made and plated by the Buggy Pirates' chef Cookie. It told Shanks that Buggy was feeling generous in spite of Shanks' transgressions. And it was in small moments like this that told me they were okay. And that was enough.

[namiikawaii]

Luffy x Nami: A thread Part 1

Disclaimer: This is very long so be prepared to take some time & also if you haven't watched/read One Piece at all then don't read this if you don't want to read spoilers. Firstly I'd like to adress all the people who dont believe in a love romance in One Piece aswell as those who are against this ship or do ship Luffy and Nami with different characters: Please read the thread thoughoutly and don't jump to conclusions before you read everything. I will try to mention all of the issues that are underlying in regards to general things like love romance in One Piece and I want to consider counter arguments and create hypotheses in sight of other pairings like Luffy x Boa and Sanji x Nami (which I think are the other main ships when it comes to Luffy and Nami).   So it is important to be a little patient through all of this thread.

Let's start off with the question about love romance in One Piece... ''D: Doesn't anyone on Luffy's crew fall in love? Will there never be a tale of on-board romance? (Sanji is an exception in this case) I'm just wondering. -From Naoko- O: But they do... They're all in love...WITH ADVENTURE. (← good one)'' This is exactly the part of the SBS where Oda answered the question about romantic love in the Strawhat Crew. Firstly, this is obviously meant as a silly statement. It is definetly no confirmation but to see this as a serious statement is overexagerrating. Secondly, Oda wanted to answer this question by dodging it without nullifying it. What does that mean? He could have just simply said, there is no romance in One Piece and there never will be (this wouldn't be the first time that he would have answered a question in a direct and serious way). But no, he wanted to make sure that the audience understands that there is a difference between romantic love and romance (in an adventure) and that the Strawhats are on a journey of a romantic adventure which has nothing to do with loving each other in a romantic way. There are two reasons for that: -One Piece is a pure shonen/action Manga and it's target audience are teenage boys (at least this was the case when he made that statement, i don't know how that might have changed by now maybe) -For the other reason just imagine One Piece if there was active love romance going on...we wouldn't be near the story that we are now. Let's just say it would add so much more complications, to put it very simple (I don't want to go into that deep now). But now here comes the clue: All of this doesn't mean that Oda completely lefts love romance out. Because despite of all the points that I just mentioned there are pairings and there is also subtle (no explicite) love romance. Lets just look at the pairings, these are all pairings that I think the majorty of people wouldn't question: -Kaya and Usopp -Sabo and Koala -Shanks and Makino -Shakky and Rayleigh -Roger and Rouge -Oden and Toki

And yes none of these cases showed the love story between those people (maybe Kaya and Usopp if you really want) but THAT IS THE POINT! Only because Oda doesn't let the characters speak out ''i love you'' or makes them kiss all of the time doesn't mean there isn't any kind of romantic love connection between characters in One Piece (the kiss on WCI was an exeption though). This also doesn't mean that there is no possibilty of romance between the Strawhats. I get it that people see them as a familiy, and they truly are one. If there was romance between two of them during the story of One Piece the dynamic wouldn't be the same anymore, especially if there was a canon relationship between Luffy as the captain/ main protagonist and another crewmember. I mean we don't want to see Luffy prefering one nakama over the other. If he calls for his friends, he calls for everyone and not firstly for the person he's in love with. They are all equally as important as the others. But you have to remeber that they aren't blood-related and it wouldn't be weird at all if some of them are ending up together after the adventure of the One Piece. That's the reason why the hints that are given by Oda are really hints, not just merely coincidence.

And i wouldn't be here if Oda didn't hint Luffy and Nami in the past and he will hint them in the future or even more. Let's beginn chronologically with the bond-forming between Luffy and Nami and why their relationship is special EAST BLUE SAGA -Nami was intended as a crew-member from the very beginning, even before One Piece was existing. That's the reason why Luffy and Nami saw each other in the first episode of One Piece. It was to pay hommage to Silk/Ann the heroines of the Romance Dawn Manga. (Just read into it if you want to know more) But what's important is that they were the inspiration for Nami as a character/ as the heroine.

-Orange Town: Luffy and Nami meet for the first time in the Manga Nami reveals her goal to Luffy - which is ''to buy a certain village'' (keep this in mind) Luffy tells Nami why the strawhat is so dear to him - he won't be telling anyone afterwards these details again -Nami tricks Luffy. Buggy captures him but when Nami is forced to fire a canon ball at Luffy she refuses, starts a fight against all the Buggy-Pirates and finally at the risk of her own life she burns her hands facing the pirates with her back in order to prevent the canonball to blow up Luffy (she does quite much for this pirate guy she just met) - you see that at this point Luffy did touch something in Nami's heart because when they have to escape she literally instantly fires the canonball at Buggy without hesitation. -Nami sewing Luffy's damaged hat. Since then it's always her who takes care of it if it takes any damage/ if there is something to sew in it like Ace's Vivre Card. Now I want to put in here my first hypothetical compairison for the LuBoa and SaNa shippers. Just imaging now this same situation happening between Luffy and Boa. Luffys hat is ripped apart - maybe she knows that Luffys hat is his treasure maybe not but lets imagine she does know. She will of course sew it, would probably blush and say something romantic about her doing this for him. And as a shipper this would be the most romantic thing for you wouldn't it? In reality it is Nami who precisely watches Luffy and understands the importance of his hat to him, she goes up to him and fixes his strawhat, with the only difference that it is just more natural and less lovey-dovey from Nami's part (because of course she would never act like that if she was in love with someone). I am already asking you now, which lovestory sounds more believable? -Syrupp Village: There are a few cute moments (Nami catches Luffy and cheers on him and so on...) but i wanted to especially point out that these two are are sitting/lying on the ground after the fight and Nami playes with the Strawhat, Luffy is of course unbothered. But this already shows how comfortable these two are at this point, they know each other only for a few days now. And also this image of them two talking and sitting together is a theme that continues throughout One Piece. -Namis leaves with the Going Merry, looking devestated that she has to leave ''Luffy and the others'', and Luffys reaction after Zoro says to just leave her: ''I want her to by our navigator no matter what'' (These words are enough, no comment needed and also look at Zoro's face as Luffy is stating these words) -Kokoyashi Village: Luffy already trusts and knows Nami so well that he is enraged to hear that she allegedly killed Usopp - the others are sure that she did it but Luffy insists, and even when Nami confirmes to him that she indeed sent Usopp to the ocean's ground Luffy refuses to accept it and immediatly goes to sleep. (I'm sure it's because he knew that something was wrong but he knew he had to wait for Nami to come up to him)

-The famous moment hits different (for shippers and non-shippers): Luffy giving Nami his precious strawhat! He wants to show her how much she is dear to him, his gives her his treasure because now she's his treasure too (and you can see this in a romantic way or in a platonic way but just remember that Luffy never did this ever to anybody in the past or in the future) Now i want to mention something that i said earlier: people often say that Luffy didn't care about Namis story but let me tell you something different. Luffy already knew what Nami's obejectif was (to buy a certain village) now Luffy also knows that there is a pirate called Arlong and when Nami is stabbing herself she shouts his name in devastion. Luffy is not dumb, he understood already some parts of Nami's history - later when he is in Nami's room he understands the impact even more. It is so far from truth that Luffy doesn't know Namis story, he may not know some details, but he could conntect enough points to understand Nami's pain. And my personal theory is that he didn't wanted to hear Nojikto telling Nami's story because maybe Nami wouldn't have wanted him to hear it and it could certainly be that he knew that maybe he couldn't hold himself back and intervene before Nami asked him to do so and finally rely on him! -Genzo and Luffy's conversation: just read/watch it - it is a father to boyfriend conversation (i thought so even before i shipped LuNa) So far these are the most important moments for the East Blue Saga, and of course there are other things you could mention but i just wanted to point out the key moments that really built their relationship and created the whole fundament. Since I don't know when I can continue writing on this, I am just going to show some colourspreads which contain hints in my opinion. (Like Nami being represented as a queen, or Nami holding and wearing Luffy’s hat)