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jintaka-hane · 7 months ago

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Run, baby (don't) run

(x gn!reader) NSFW

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Summary: Your former crew lost in the Davy Back Fight and you are the tribute to pay. As you step aboard Captain Buggy's ship, your mind begins to conjure ideas for escape, but there's someone who will make your stay not so unpleasant. You might consider yourself clever, presuming to completely know him because you have explored every inch of his body, yet you remain unaware of the deeper emotions he conceals within. Notes: I tried to stick to my initial plan (short smut) and I couldn't... Sorry, I am a hopeless romantic! 💕 Simply wanted to delve into a relationship where intimacy precedes love, rather than the other way around. Warnings: +18, NSFW, MDNI, smut (but there is plot I swear), Sub!Cabaji x Dom!reader (Cabaji is shy, reader is bold), Sub!reader x Dom!Cabaji, oral, teasing, wall sex, wall pinning, idiots in love, some angst with happy ending. Words: 6800 Songs that inspired me: Run, baby run - Garbage

Thank you, my beautiful @fanaticsnail for your help with some parts 🙏🏻 💜 🐌

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The captain walked with lengthy, intentional strides atop the wooden deck, his footfalls resonating across the damp planks of the ship as he solemnly advanced along the line of awaiting pirates.

Thud, thud

"... too serious".

Each time he took an aggressive step, he would pause to scrutinize the pirate directly in front of him, a contemptuous critique reserved for each of them.

Thud, thud

"... too tall".

Thud, thud

"... too dull".

Thud, thud, thud…

...thud

His strides came to a halt mere inches from where you stood, and you averted your gaze, fixating instead on the weathered floorboards. Time appeared to freeze as you sought to go unnoticed, your gaze focused on his worn pointed brown boots.

“YOU,” he said.

You dared to raise your eyes, hoping he might be addressing the next in line, only to find his azure eyes, heavily lined with kohl and blue eyeshadow, fixed squarely upon you.

"Though you'll be needing some makeup…”, he added with a mischievous grin, gazing you up and down, “... and a more colorful attire”.

Satisfied with himself, he spun on his heel and headed back towards his circus-like ship, making a gesture for you to follow him.

You cast one last glance at your companions, giving yourself a few seconds to compose.

“Come on, buttercup!” He barked out at you without turning around, "Where's the enthusiasm?!”

**************

Turning down a challenge was a display of cowardice and shame in the pirate world. And this shame was even greater if the challenge in question was the Davy Back Fight, which stipulated that if two captains accepted, their crews would endure three trials, the losers facing the penalty of crew members theft and the destruction of their pirate flag.

Captain Buggy and his followers had encountered your ship, and in an act of whimsy and boredom, had challenged your former captain, who felt compelled to accept in defense of his honor. Against all odds, your old crew ended up losing to the picturesque and colorful crew led by the sea's most renowned clown, resulting in you being chosen by their captain as a reward for their victory.

You had to quickly adapt to life in the Big Top, vastly different from the customs you had known so far. Made up and dressed in tight circus attire that revealed your midriff, you tried as best you could to fit in with the crew and carry out your tasks amidst the chaos that reigned in that disorganized and eccentric group.

You didn't yet know much about your crewmates, though you could glean some idea of each one's personality: the captain, ambitious, whiny, and extravagant; the first mate, fiercely protective of his captain and always accompanied by an immense circus lion; the unicyclist swordsman, solemn and mysterious, constantly honing new juggling tricks that he later deployed as precise attacks.

It was the latter who particularly had caught your eye, mainly due to the vibrant colors of his attire and the uniqueness of his hair, straight and streaked, pulled to one side. The fact that he always was bare-chested, showcasing his sturdy pectorals, also added to his allure. But you never entertained the thought of getting close to him; after all, you were eager to leave that ragtag crew of pirates behind and join a more formidable crew as soon as possible …

You had sworn allegiance to the captain, but that didn't bind you to servitude for eternity. Perhaps in a few months, slipping away from the ship wouldn't raise too many eyebrows.

Life aboard wasn't entirely unpleasant. The parties were frequent, which helped time pass more swiftly, and you found amusement in watching the crew's constant juggling and tricks. Yet, you couldn't envision yourself aboard the Big Top for the long haul. Sometimes, unable to bear another note of the incessant circus music, you would retreat to your cabin, bury your head in the pillow, and scream.

One night, an excess of alcohol coursed through the veins of the crew — including you — celebrating that your captain, the great Buggy, had acquired a treasure that would significantly increase everyone's wealth and allow you to afford even more luxuries and extravagances.

You still didn't quite feel like you belonged with them, so you spent the evening watching and analyzing the group of pirates, noting the wildest, the toughest, the most loquacious, and the most reserved among them.

In your analysis, you caught Cabaji looking at you several times, his elongated lined eyes trailing over your abdomen, lingering a bit too long on your navel. The first two times, when your eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze, feigning interest in something else. The third time, he held your gaze and gave you a somewhat hesitant smile. The fourth time, he grabbed his unicycle and some juggling balls, tossed them in the air, and headed towards you, boasting about his sharp reflexes and impressive balance.

As the acrobatic act concluded, he deftly caught the dancing balls in mid-air one by one with a single hand and, skidding lightly, brought his unicycle to a halt right in front of you, one foot on a pedal while placing the other on the ground to maintain balance.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or simply a desperate need for distraction that night, but you summoned a boldness from somewhere unknown.

“Hey handsome, think you can ride anything besides bicycles?”

He stood there, his eyes locked onto you, lost for words.

You thought he was an idiot.

And yet, within seconds, you were ravenously making out with that idiot, stumbling through the hallways of the ship as your bodies clumsily bumped with the walls and other unnoticed obstacles making your way to his cabin.

As you reached his room, you paused the kisses momentarily so he could open the door. With a gallant gesture, he ushered you in first, and you entered, casting a swift glance around the space.

It resembled a quaint juggling studio, albeit with the added quirk of a bed positioned at its heart. Disheveled shelves lined the walls, adorned with an array of juggling paraphernalia - diabolos, balls, ribbons, and hoops - alongside an assortment of edged weapons, including swords, knives, and daggers. Atop the floor lay a pair of weathered unicycles, seemingly forgotten.

You took a few steps forward, allowing your eyes to adjust to the dim light within, then turned toward him, watching as he closed the door behind him. With determination in your stride, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips to his again, this time slow, lingering, and deep, while he embraced your bare waist. Tilting your chin slightly, you sought a better angle to kiss him, a low moan rumbling in his throat, barely restrained.

Still emboldened by the courage perhaps instilled by alcohol, you brought a hand to the center of his chest and with your fingers, you traced the outline of his pecs.

“You’re so tough, aren't you?”

With a caress, your hand descended down his muscularly defined abdomen until reaching the edge of his pants, where a fine line of hair disappeared. Loosening the waistband slightly with your fingers, you created enough space for your hand to venture further, slipping beneath the elastic of his underwear. Cabaji froze in place, his muscles tensing around his stomach. With just one finger, you traced the length of his cock gently, from the base to the tip, while locking eyes with him. He was painfully hard.

“My, my… I think you need a bit of help with this, don’t you big guy?”

His cheeks tinted with a slight blush, but he didn't avert his gaze from yours. You noticed the goosebumps prickling his neck and shoulders, and every muscle in his body seemed to be rigid. Seeing he wasn't taking the lead, you decided to tease him further, this time more cruelly.

Removing your hand from his pants, you brought it to your mouth and provocatively licked the palm, coating it with saliva. Then, you slid it back into his pants and grasped his hard cock, your fingers wrapping around it completely. With a soft motion, you pumped it slowly, a moan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes.

“You’re so tense… you need to relax”.

You lifted your other hand and softly brushed his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes, his dark and dilated pupils locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of admiration and lust.

“Tell me… do you wanna fuck me, big guy?” You picked up the pace, pumping him faster.

He nodded slightly in silence, trying to maintain his composure and stay on his feet, while desire consumed him. You smiled, seeing him so vulnerable under your hands.

“Cat got your tongue, huh? Use your words, pretty boy” you teased him.

“Yes…”

“Oh, he speaks,” you smirked. You found it amusing how shy he was. Accustomed as you were to dominant, proud, and selfish types, he was turning out to be a rare gem you were eager to enjoy.

Devouring him eagerly, your lips swollen from the fierceness of your kisses, you gradually guided him to the bed, stepping forward while he took slight steps back, just to maintain balance. When the backs of his legs collided with the edge of the bed, you pushed him, his body falling onto the mattress and pulling you with him into a tight embrace, with no intention of separating from you.

You bent your legs, placing your knees on the mattress to straddle him, seeking his neck with your desirous lips, alternating between biting and licking. His hands began to roam your back, desperately searching for the edge of your shirt to help you discard it. You pressed your hips against his, feeling the massive bulge beneath his pants pulsating against you. His hands slid down to your ass, grasping both cheeks and pressing you down against him harder as he moaned, his hips rising in sync with yours.

At that moment, you sat up to look at him, his eyes ablaze with desire as his tongue darted between his lips to catch your saliva, his cheeks flushed, the vein in his neck pulsing frantically and the muscles in his arms tense as he gripped your ass firmly. You smiled to yourself, wanting to etch such a spectacular sight into your memory forever.

"Grab onto the headboard and don't take your hands off unless I tell you to," you ordered.

He obeyed instantly, holding his breath, eager to see what your next move would be.

"Good boy," you praised.

You lifted yourself slightly and crawled down his body until your head was level with his abdomen. Lowering your mouth to nibble on the soft skin around his navel, you made him whimper while your fingers slowly pulled down his pants.

“Relax…”

Directing your mouth to the lower part of his belly button, you continued kissing his tan and sea-salt coated skin, proceeding down to his pubic area as your fingers lowered his pants further and further.

You focused your attention on his groin, this time positioning your head right above his cock, the fabric of his pants the only barrier between you. With the tip of your nose, you briefly caressed the throbbing bulge hidden by his pants, then pressed your lips against it and began to kiss him through the fabric. You felt him gasp, his hips involuntarily rising to meet you, his cock twitching against your mouth. You smiled at his reaction and decided to tease him further, sticking out your tongue and tracing it softly against him while staring into his eyes.

“Please…”

Already begging?

If teasing him was the only way you had to get him to express himself, so be it...

“Tell me big boy, what do you need?”

“... my pants… too tight, I’m so hard I can't stand them anymore”.

You smiled to yourself and decided to indulge him. If he spoke, you would obey. With a gentle motion, your fingers lowered the edge of his pants, freeing his dick, which sprang from its captivity making him sigh with relief.

He was large, but you were sure you could handle it. You ran one finger gently over him, caressing the crevice of its tip, and collected some of his pearly fluid. As you pulled your finger away, a silver thread followed connecting you to him, and you looked at it, fascinated.

"I’m going to suck away and swallow that shyness from you… " your resolved words made him moan.

You paused to look at him, his eyes locked desperately on you, consumed by excitement. Without taking your eyes off his, you proceeded to lick him, your tongue stroking his head, gathering all the precum.

Opening your mouth wide, you surrounded his cock with your lips, capturing it in a sweet embrace, and began swallowing it slowly all the way down to the base, giving yourself time to adjust to its size as you noticed him holding his breath, the muscles of his abdomen stiff, his gaze attentive to each one of your movements. You kept advancing until you felt the tip in your throat, where you paused for a moment to concentrate and relax your gorge so that it could enter all the way. With one final push, you managed to take him all in. He exhaled all the air from his lungs.

With upward and downward movements, you began to suck him with a light pressure, seeking the perfect angle to take him into your mouth whole, your senses attuned to his reactions, his breathing, and whimpers, to match the right pace. His eyelids fluttered closed and his head tilted slightly backward, savoring every moment, while his obedient hands remained on the headboard, his knuckles white from the pressure his fingers exerted. He opened his eyes to look at you again, fascinated by the sight before him.

“Damn… you’re perfect”, Cabaji sighed out.

Encouraged by his praises, you lightened the pace and pressure, sucking hard as you rose back up to his thick tip, repeating the process over and over again, coaxing songs from his throat. His body stretched, further exposing his bare chest while his hands gripped the headboard of the bed more tightly, causing the wood to groan.

“W-wait, slower... I won't be able to hold it back.”

Knowing that you were making him lose control led you to want to torture him more. You extended your arms, and your hands traveled to his chest, where you began to caress the curves of his muscles, as you worked at the same time with your mouth at a frenetic pace. Cabaji groaned in frustration as his head lulled to the side, his dark eyes meeting yours with a desperate look. He bit his lip and gently bucked his hips so his cock went further down your throat, causing a small gasp to escape from you.

"S-slower, I don't know how much lon... aaah…”

Your refusal to slow down appeared to prompt him to ignore orders as well, and unable to contain himself any longer, his hands disobeyed your command. With a swift movement he released the headboard and firmly grasped your nape, exerting pressure to thrust deeply into your mouth several times as you sucked him down. It didn’t take long for him to reach his end.

“F-fuck!”.

With one final, deep thrust, he came hard, his hips stuttering as his cock throbbed and released its thick load into your throat while his fingers threaded tight against your scalp. As he filled you up letting out a low groan, you did your utmost to swallow everything he gave you, just as you had promised.

Panting, Cabaji ran a hand through his dark hair, gathering his composure as he looked down at you, admiring how beautiful you remained with your tousled hair and flushed cheeks. You released him gently, freeing your mouth to speak.

“You didn't keep your hands on the headboard," you smiled. Getting up and crawling up his body, you pressed your lips in a fierce kiss against his.

"You didn't slow down," he kissed you back, his hands encircling your back to pull you closer into an embrace. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he turned your bodies, positioning you beneath him. Looking down at you, he bestowed another passionate kiss.

**************

It couldn't happen again.

In your bed, as your cabin mates snored around you, you gazed up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, reconstructing in your mind all that had occurred during the night.

His head nestled between your thighs, coaxing waves of pleasure with his mouth while he firmly gripped your quivering abdomen against the mattress…

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall, your face buried in the hollow of his neck….

You hastily grabbing your clothes to leave…

You shook those thoughts from your mind.

As enjoyable as it had been, it couldn't happen again.

Having sex with a crewmate wasn't usually a good idea, as it sometimes led to misunderstandings, grudges, jealousy, and troubles entirely to be avoided in life on board. And you couldn't afford that luxury, you needed to keep as low a profile as possible, so that when you vanished, nobody would notice your absence. You couldn't let it happen again.

But of course, it happened again.

After that initial encounter, many more followed, each one spontaneous and unplanned, sometimes occurring in the most clandestine of places like the pantry, the cellar, or even the armory. With each subsequent meeting, his initial shyness seemed to vanish, replaced by a more possessive and dominant Cabaji.

When the intimate encounters were spurred by the revelry brought on by alcohol during a celebration, Cabaji was accommodating, willing to let you take the lead and set the pace you needed. Those moments were for experimentation and delving more deeply into different ways to pleasure each other, and you quickly learned what things truly drove him wild and made him lose control.

Other times, your sexual liaison served to relieve stress following a violent encounter with an enemy crew, discharging onto each other the adrenaline surged after a victory or the accumulated frustration following a defeat. In these latter cases, you both usually got carried away by fury, and endured energetic sessions of possessive and rough sex, each fighting to dominate the other, focused on pursuing your own pleasure, using the other's body in the process with a frenzied and furious pace.

**************

"No," he reprimanded, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, pressing your back firmly against his chest. You struggled against his embrace, striving to break free and reclaim control, attempting to twist around to meet his gaze.

That day, he had fought with Mohji. As often before, it had begun with a petty dispute that had escalated into the first mate challenging Cabaji to a duel to establish his dominance within Buggy's crew. They had fought for quite some time, and in the end, despite their evenly matched skills, Cabaji had lost, albeit narrowly. It only took you one look at him to realize that he would need you that night, and one way or another, you two would end up having vigorous sex.

Seizing you firmly, he steered you towards the wall until your entire front was pressed against its surface. Before you could plant your hands against it to attempt to pivot around, he captured them and pinned them securely against your back.

"NO," he growled as you fought harder, prompting him to tighten his grip even more aggressively, nearly cutting off circulation in your wrists.

"Against the wall," he pushed your head, forcing your cheek to press against the wooden panel.

In moments such as these, your attempts to assert dominance were in vain, for though your speed could sometimes surpass his, his agility and strength were greater. Nevertheless, you persistently resisted and sought to challenge him, driven by primal instincts and an unspoken understanding of the effect it had on both him and yourself.

You attempted a backward kick, swiftly dodged by his agile maneuver, his smirk amused by your futile efforts. He seized the opportunity to slide his leg between yours, forcefully nudging one aside to spread them apart. Drawing near, his heartbeat thundered against your back, while his hips roughly met yours, allowing you to feel his arousal. He gradually lost his grip on your wrists as he sensed your progressive relaxation and surrender.

"Give up, I know you want this too," you heard his voice, a mere whisper against the curve of your jawbone, “don't make me tie you up like last time”.

As his grip momentarily loosened around your wrists, you futilely struggled to break free once more, only to find yourself pinned even tighter against the unyielding wall. Seeking retaliation, you snapped at the air, growling, attempting to capture his lips between your teeth, but he withdrew just in the nick of time.

“Tsk,” he tutted, “I'm going to have to tame you like the wild animal you are…”

“I thought Mohji was the tamer,” you let out, sharply.

You reveled in provoking him repeatedly, testing the limits to see how far you could push. However, as you concluded the sentence, you bit your lip. Perhaps, given the circumstances, you had pushed too far this time.

You had angered him.

With a ferocity that bordered on the primal, he clasped you tightly around the waist, lifting you with unrestrained force. Spinning you around to face him, he hurled you towards the wall, the unexpected impact causing you to gasp as your shoulder blades collided with the wooden panel, the sound echoing in the tense silence that followed. He seized a handful of your hair and yanked sharply, tilting your head back, so your neck was fully bared to him.

In this position, seeing you completely at his mercy, with your breath catching and your heart pounding, he seemed to calm down. With the tip of his nose, he traced a path along your throat, detecting the pulse of your artery, lingering where adrenaline surged through your bloodstream.

“I’d slit his throat before he could lay a finger on you”, he kissed you right at that spot.

Without shifting his attention from your neck, his hands explored your body, seeking the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his hand inside, gauging your arousal before assisting you in discarding it with a determined tug.

Grasping one of your legs by the back of the thigh, he raised it as high as possible, locking it around his waist. Feeling your calf pressing against him for balance, he repeated the action with your other leg, pressing your body firmly against the wall, making it your support point. Secured in that position, he undid his pants, freeing his swollen and pulsating cock which quivered in search of your warmth.

“Tell me you want this”, he whispered in the shell of your ear.

“I want you, baby”, you uttered the words that drove him mad.

Without further delay, he bent his knees, causing you to descend, your back sliding down the wall slightly. Gripping his cock, he eagerly directed its tip to your sweet entrance, then thrust into you forcefully, impaling you and causing your hips to collide sharply upward against the wall as he held you securely by the thighs. You panted at the impact, both arms draped around his neck.

Cabaji remained completely still in this position, giving your body time to adjust to his and relax. He closed his eyes, focusing intently, and pressed his cheek against yours, awaiting a subtle signal from you to indicate that he could proceed. After a few moments of concentrating on the rhythm of your heartbeats, he felt your cheek press back against his, signaling your readiness. Firmly securing his grip on your thighs to prevent any slippage, he began thrusting into you with increasing intensity.

"Tell me you're mine," he pleaded, his voice barely audible over the moans escaping your lips as his hips relentlessly collided with yours.

You didn’t answer.

He always asked you once, and you never responded, leaving him to content himself solely with your kisses and whimpers, something he always tried to counteract with a firmer grip on you, as if the fact that you didn't respond implied that you might escape at any moment.

**************

Beyond your intimate encounters, there were never interactions between you: you neither spoke nor sought each other out. Your meetings were never premeditated, but rather fortuitous and accidental, and the absence of contact outside of these moments left you questioning whether the rest of the crew suspected anything about what was happening between you two.

One night, you returned to your cabin after having a horrible day. You had been particularly clumsy, and while organizing the juggling room, hundreds of balls, diabolos, and hoops had fallen on you. You had to endure some crewmates' shouts and spent hours putting everything back in place just as it was. All you wanted was to lie down in your bed, rest, and hope that the next day would be better.

Upon reaching your cabin, you noticed something small resting atop your pillow. Intrigued, you approached, picked it up, and examined it closely: it was a delicate handmade paper flower, its exquisite petals meticulously folded to resemble a real blossom, alternating between shades of blue and white, reminiscent of Cabaji's scarf.

With a bitter chuckle, you cast it aside.

"What a fool..."

**************

The following night, you found yourself in his bed once more. Throughout the day, the crew had been reveling and drinking, and a chance encounter in the evening had led you to end up as you always did, enjoying each other's bodies.

On this occasion, you were lying face down, bearing the weight of his body, your legs spread to welcome him inside you as his hips delivered his final thrusts against you. Moaning deeply against your neck, he chased his release for the second time that night. With one hand pressing firmly your lower abdomen, he lifted your pelvis, seeking the perfect angle to discharge himself as profoundly into you as possible.

With one last, deep thrust, you noticed his body shaking against yours, his cock twitching as he poured all his tension into you, relishing the moment and taking his time, deep growls escaping from his throat.

Panting heavily from the exertion, he collapsed on top of you, his forearms bracing against the mattress on either side of your body to avoid bearing down his full weight on you. Once he had emptied himself completely, he withdrew, pressing his lips briefly against one of your shoulders in a sort of farewell kiss before falling exhausted by your side.

Typically, after finishing, you didn't waste time and returned to your normal routine, either heading to your cabin to rest or, if it was during the day, continuing with your everyday tasks on board. But this time, particularly, you were exhausted, and for the first time, you lingered a bit with him between the sheets.

“I’m drained,” you murmured.

“Hmm”.

You remained lying face down, arms folded beneath your head, forehead resting upon them, taking deep breaths as you tuned out the world around you.

Suddenly, you felt fingertips caressing your body, gently trailing down your spine, tracing an imaginary line over your small back and descending to follow the curve of your ass, the contact making your skin goosebump.

You lifted your head immediately, surprised by the sudden display of tenderness, and found Cabaji lying on his side, beside you, his arm bent and his head resting on his hand. His gaze fixed on your body with an intensity that bordered on... devotion.

His fingers traced the same curve again, drawing delicate patterns on your back and causing you to shudder again under his touch. Your body tensed up as the air seemed to freeze in your lungs.

What was that?

Was that an expression of…

… affection?

Your heart began to skip beats as anxiety invaded your chest.

NO.

Immediately, the memory of the beautiful flower resting on your pillow the previous night flooded your mind, triggering an internal alarm.

No, no, no, no.

No feelings.

NO.

You sprang from the bed in a swift motion, your naked body fully exposed to him. He looked at you, surprised by your sudden movement, yet a smile played across his lips, seizing the opportunity to admire your figure once more.

“You’re so pretty…”

“Cabaji,” your expression darkened.

“… yes?”

“... you know this is just sex, right? Nothing more.”

His smile faltered momentarily, yet his gaze remained inscrutable, making it difficult for you to discern his thoughts. Those stupidly beautiful, lined eyes fixed on you.

“Yes, of course I know,” he responded promptly.

“Good.”

You stepped away from the bed to gather your clothes, an awkward silence filling the room. You dressed as swiftly as you could, the oppressive tension in the air making it hard to breathe normally. As soon as you were fully clothed, you opened the door, eager to make your exit.

“See you,” you bid him farewell, casting a final glance at the bed where he sat, still unclothed, with his gaze fixed on some distant point in the room.

“Bye”.

**************

Following that last conversation, two long weeks went by without any form of contact between the two of you.

At first, you didn't understand. You were used to not having any kind of relationship with him outside of your sexual encounters, but even though you didn't talk during the day, no more than two or three nights would pass before you found yourselves in each other's arms again. However, there was no trace of Cabaji wherever you went. The only news you had of him were snippets of conversations drifting from afar.

"Hey, did you hear? Cabaji threw a knife in target practice and he missed. He stabbed a man right in his hand."

"No way! He's never missed!"

"Yes, yes, he did. He's been a bit lost lately…"

Occasionally, you would catch sight of him from a distance, whether in the galley, the juggling practice area, or on deck, where he was often engaged in conversation with the captain or involved in heated exchanges with Mohji.

As days went by, you began to believe that his interest in you had waned, signaling the end of your clandestine affair, perhaps for the best.

You carried on with your life without giving it a second thought. Your days were a whirlwind of tasks, leaving little room for contemplation or reflection, and if you had any time left, you spent it plotting the best way to leave the ship and find another crew.

A few days later, you were walking down a narrow hallway that connected one cabin to another below deck. You walked calmly, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly you felt a strong grip seize your arm, pulling you sharply towards them and causing you to collide against their chest, momentarily throwing you off balance.

Startled by the abruptness of the action, you glanced up to identify the assailant, only to find yourself met by the sight of a blue and white scarf—Cabaji.

"What are you doing?!" you asked furiously, attempting to wrench your arm free.

"We need to talk".

"Let me go!" you used your free hand to shove him off.

At that moment, as if the capricious universe were mocking you, a crew member attempted to pass through the hallway, causing you to pause momentarily your movements. The space was so narrow that, to make room for him, you had to move closer to Cabaji, causing your bodies to touch completely. You felt a strange sensation at the contact, like a familiar warmth that your body had unconsciously longed for.

"Hey," the shipmate greeted as he advanced down the hallway.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in that position, standing so close to each other that you could feel Cabaji's agitated heartbeat, your chests pressed against each other. As the shipmate passed by your side, he appeared startled by the sight of Cabaji towering over you, firmly gripping your arm.

“You two okay?”

“We’re fine”, Cabaji snapped curtly, his eyes still fixed on yours.

The crewate, sensing the odd situation and not wishing to get embroiled in any trouble, hurriedly made himself scarce. As soon as he disappeared and you were alone again, you pulled your body away from Cabaji, and gave another strong tug to release yourself from his grip.

This time he let go.

With your arm now free, you turned around to continue advancing down the hallway.

"I have things to attend to."

"Wait..." he said frustrated, stepping in front of you to block your path. You attempted to go around him, but he stopped you. Letting out an impatient huff, you tried to shove past him once more, your hands trying to brace against his chest.

"Hold on…" he grabbed your wrists mid-air to hinder you from pushing him, and you sharply twisted your hands, freeing yourself again. With an angry snort, he swiftly seized you by the waist before you could escape again, lifting you off the ground and pinning you against the wall. As you tried to push yourself away from the wall to break free, he grabbed your shoulders firmly, thwarting your attempts to flee.

"Damn it, you're so stubborn," he muttered in frustration.

Cornered and feeling the firm pressure of his fingers grasping your shoulders, you surrendered. You shut your eyes and drew in a deep breath, attempting to rein in the anger bubbling within you. As you exhaled, you steeled yourself to confront him, reopening your eyes to meet his gaze.

Upon closer inspection, you were taken aback to see the fatigue etched on his face and the deep circles beneath his eyes, clear signs that he had been suffering.

"Are you going to listen to me?" he begged you.

“Fine.”

"Good.”

His eyes darted between yours, seeming to take a moment to arrange the words in his head before speaking them. You waited quietly, somewhat concerned because you had never seen him so distressed. His eyes then moved to your lips, lingering on them for a few seconds.

"And?" You asked haughtily, titling your chin up. Your question seemed to bring him back to reality and his dark, lined eyes refocused on yours.

"Okay... ,“ he inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words and not mess things up. “Well, I… I knew the rules... but …," he paused again.

"What rules?” you asked, urging him to continue.

“Listen, I know we… No, I… I was not supposed to fall…,” he halted abruptly. He seemed to be delivering the most complicated discourse of his life, looking at you with a furrowed brow. You could almost hear the neurons in his brain, racing to find the right words.. “I’ve tried, I've tried hard but I…”.

Without understanding anything of that nonsense, you lost your patience.

“Cabaji, what the hell are you talking ab...?”

“I miss you,” he cut you off.

You arched an eyebrow, taken aback.

"What?"

“I miss you,” he repeated, more confident this time, finally finding the courage to deliver a somewhat coherent speech. “I … can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even hit a target. I can’t live like this''.

Your eyes widened as your brain processed his words gradually, incredulous at what you were hearing.

“... I'm craving you”.

You were speechless, bewildered by his desperate words, which caught you completely off guard. Time seemed to stand still, the creak of the wood and the gentle sway of the boat the only signs that the world hadn't stopped.

Your eyes briefly darted to his hands, your shoulders flushed from the pressure of his grip. Following the direction of your gaze, he suddenly seemed to realize that he was still holding onto you and immediately released you.

"Forgive me," he apologized in such a low tone that it was only audible to you.

You stood there, staring at him intently, your back pressed firmly against the wall as your head spun.

“Y/N, please… please, come to me tonight. Please, let me have you again tonight, I … I rather jump overboard than deal with another night without you”.

He was pleading with such desperation that you felt a tightness on your throat, overwhelmed by everything you were having to process in that moment. A sense of infinite sadness engulfed your chest, releasing all the suffering you had been denying yourself from feeling these past few weeks.

"And…,” he continued, “I can't stand you leaving afterwards. I’d like to spend more time with you… I want to be able to caress you without you fleeing from me in fear."

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. It was too much, too many thoughts, too many feelings, and you didn't know which path was the wisest to take.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” he smiled sadly.

You turned your face to the side and averted your eyes from him to give yourself a few seconds to think without feeling the pressure of his hungry eyes staring into yours, desperate for a response.

“I am not scared of you,” you managed to say with a thread of voice.

He lifted one of his hands and brought it to your chin, gently holding it between his fingers to guide your face back to his and meet his gaze head-on.

“No…" he sighed, "you're scared of us. Of what we could become… if you let me”.

His fingers moved from your jawbone to your cheek, his thumb softly caressing it, causing you to shiver. How was it possible that after all the physical contact you had shared for weeks, after all the scratches, licks, bites, grips and thrusts, what you found most challenging to endure was a simple caress?

“... would you? Would you let me?”

Your mind scrambled, attempting to swiftly piece together a response. The plans to abandon the boat flashed through your mind, as until that moment, leaving within a few months had been a firm decision. But now, as you stood there, your thoughts became a tangled mess, forming a lump in your throat that silenced any reply.

Sensing your distress and hesitation, Cabaji gently eased the pressure his fingers exerted on your cheek, and seeking to grant you some breathing room, his body appeared to drift imperceptibly away from yours. You perceived the shift, and in that instant, realization dawned. You understood then, deep in your core, that you truly were afraid.

It was the fear that Cabaji might let you go and turn away. The fear of him never touching you again, the fear of never feeling his lips against yours, the fear of him never looking at you with the intensity he did in those moments. The fear of him disappearing from your life forevermore.

You lifted your hand, letting it hover momentarily before cupping his own, cradling it against your cheek. Meeting his weary gaze, you smiled softly at him and offered a silent affirmation with a nod.

“My love…” he smiled back at you, exhaling the relief that anticipation had built up in his lungs. His hand left your cheek and moved slowly to your nape, his fingers tangling in your hair. With gentleness, he drew your head towards his until your noses brushed lightly. Sensing your breath quickening nervously, he paused, unsure if this was really what you wanted.

As he came to a halt, you let out a frustrated exhale and, gripping his scarf tightly, you forcefully pulled him towards you to close the short distance separating your lips, causing them to collide and seal in a loving kiss.

Encouraged by your determined attitude, he kissed you back, long and deep, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him as if every inch of distance between you was too much to bear. After spending so much time apart, the kiss felt so good that you began to search for more and more hungrily, hardly letting him breathe, chaining one kiss to another, eliciting soft moans from his throat.

Each time the kisses felt like they were nearing their end, your lips ravenously sought his once more, while he, caught up in the fervor of your embrace, allowed himself to be carried away. When the lack of air forced you to lower the intensity and part, he looked into your eyes.

“Tell me, are those things you have to attend to now so urgent?”

“No,” you said quickly, leaning in eagerly to kiss him again.

“Well… ,“ he stopped you for a moment, placing his index finger on your lips, “why don’t we go to bed and see if this time you're ready to answer if you're mine?” And before you could reply, he captured your mouth with his again, smiling into your lips.

You know this is just sex, right? Nothing more.

Your own words echoed in your mind as you hooked your arms around his neck and pressed him against you, angling your chin to deepen the kiss further.

Fuck it.

#x reader #one piece #jintaka stuff #cabaji #cabaji one piece #cabaji x reader #opla fic #cabaji opla #buggy crew #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #I am a hopeless romantic for not popular characters #cabaji the acrobat #cabaji the acrobat x reader #x gn reader

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short-honey-badger · 1 year ago

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Life Imitates Art

Heyy. So after a lil brainstorming and talking with @writingmysanity, this has been born. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Warnings! None yet!

You examine yourself in the mirror, your makeup looks good, but there is just something missing from the ensemble. You brighten when it hits you and you dip the brush into the red face paint. You lean in closer and then carefully begin to dab it on the very tip of your nose. When you are finished, you drop the brush and grin widely at your reflection.

Red has been artfully smeared across your mouth giving you a permanent smile while blue has been swiped vertically across both eyes. Crossed bones have been painstakingly painted on your forehead and your new red nose completes it. You braid your hair and then tie on the red and white striped bandana. All in all, you look like the man you admire, the man who saved your life so long ago, even if he didn't know it.

The Buggy Pirates and a group of Marines battled it out in the middle of a small town on an island in the East Blue. It was rumored that the island held riches, and that had been all that Buggy needed to hear before he and his crew had swooped in on the unsuspecting town. You, young and impressionable at the time, had watched in fascination as the pirates plundered the town.

The captain and his crew picked and marched their way through the poor district of the town, leaving the haggard weary townspeople be. You followed after them, quick on your feet after years of running from the men in the blue coats and black sticks. You followed them until they came to the Top City, where the horrible people spit at you and your hand-me-down clothes whenever you came near. You watched with rising awe as a lion of all things toppled the large doors that separated the two districts.

The raiding truly began now that the pirates were inside and chaos quickly began to consume the streets. They broke into the impressive housing and overpriced stores, stealing anything that caught their eyes. You followed the man with the bright red nose and the massive hat with blue hair? down the street until he arrived at the bank. He cackled as he demanded the owner pack their own cash and treasure up or else things would get Choppy.

Well, someone must have called the Navy because soon shots were being fired from all directions. Buggy laughed even louder and engaged in the fight, something he usually would not do, but you would come to find that out later. Turned out that not even Buggy the Clown would turn away from a fight when it would prove too advantageous to him.

The fighting didn't last long. While prosperous, the military presence on the island was small and soon the Buggy Pirates stood victorious in the streets. There were a few losses and so it was proposed that they would stay here for a while to heal and recoup. Things changed for you and everyone else on that tiny island in the month and a half that the pirates stayed. While a significant difference still remained between the two directs, the poor were not so poor anymore. Not when the pirates preferred to spend their money at the bars and shops in the harbor.

It was after Buggy left that you started to dress like him. People left you alone that way, thinking that you were a crew member left behind. You liked it, it gave you the freedom you needed, that you wanted so you could be yourself. So, you learned how to steal, how to pickpocket, and how to sail a ship. You interfered on his behalf when you could. Changing news articles and threatening reporters with your little lie about being part of the Clown's crew. You spewed lies and whispered in the right ears to throw the navy off of his trail. Buggy had set you free, and you needed to repay that debt, no matter how long it would take.

You huff. Years it would take. The longer you trailed after the Captain like some loyal puppy, the more you found out about him. Buggy the Clown was a paranoid bastard with self-esteem issues the size of the sun. He questioned anything and everyone unless they were part of his crew, and you learned that he could be cruel.

But you also see how can be kind. He frowns harshly at the state of a decaying village while the highborn nobles laugh in their high towers. How, like some fairytale antihero, Buggy gave back to the struggling outer cities all across the sea. You came to admire, maybe even love, you weren't really sure yet, the Bombastic Clown, and you would give anything to thank him. If only the paranoid pirate wasn't always one step ahead of you.

You had overheard that Buggy had left just that morning, and you cursed again for being literal hours behind him. You check your appearance one last time and then head out of the hotel room after shrugging on your long coat, ready to fish for rumors once more.

Unknown to you, this would be your lucky day, because Buggy had yet to leave. The Captain had heard about his little shadow, and boy was he eager to meet you.

#fanfic #reader insert #one piece #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #fluff #smut

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blacklegsanjiii · 10 months ago

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i think truly the most absurd parenting scenario we could put sanji in is with Real Pirate King Buggy 🦅🦅🦅🦅

Sanji would really suit that like. commedia dell’arte venetian theatre. Sanji would make a fine Arlecchino or Tartaglia (both lover roles, but Arlecchino or ‘the Harlequin’ is often a trickster character too)

Buggy would unironically be an incredible father tho. like. i am fully confident that there is nothing Buggy doesn’t excell in despite his pathetic soppy wet cat existence. He’s a COMPETENT soppy wet cat.

Sanji growing up as an acrobat in Buggy’s circus and getting doted on by all the crew oh ya know he’d love the dramatic flamboyance of it all.

Listen.

Listen, you're cooking. And it smells GREAT! But I think we need to adjust the seasoning a bit. Buggy managed to successfully hide in the East Blue and be forgotten from Roger's crew and all his adversaries. Like Buggy has to be running a network of some sort. He probably has informants in the New World ya know? For sure in the Grand Line.

I don't really fuck with Shuggy ATM(crossguild brain rot) but like also Buggy probably knows about Usopp and Luffy and that's part of why he signed the(forged) adoption papers. Sanji is also probably skilled with all sorts of weapons? His kitchen knives are not weapons but like he has a set of knives that are always hidden on him. He probably shows Usopp a bunch of spices and stuff that are good for bombs and Nami and Robin are confused about exactly how much in universe Shakespeare, albeit Robin is impressed. Luffy just knows but imagine Zoro finds out when the cook, who doesn't fight with his hands just swallows a Marines sword to distract them right before Luffy Gum Gum Pistols them.

Rayleigh talks more about Shanks and Sanji is just looking at his nails and briefly brings up Buggy. And Sanji can't help himself when he says "at least he's not a dead beat, he didn't abandon me" which makes Robin laugh and Luffy and Usopp ask what means and Sanji is like "you both haven't seen the Redhair crew since you were in the single digits, Buggy saw me at Baratie three weeks before you lot wrecked it and he would stop by every couple of weeks normally" And the crew is shook.

Like then Sanji just proudly showing everyone his photo of the Buggy Pirates, him, and Buggy in the adoption office and then again with just Buggy and Sanji and the paper and the jolly Roger. Rayleigh is having heart palpitations as Nami, Luffy, and Zoro scream at how lame his dad is and Sanji is like "oh you guys are the reason he's in Impel Down this makes sense" and Rayleigh is losing it. Shakky is laughing so hard. Rayleigh asks if anyone is planning to get Buggy out of prison and Sanji shrugs and says the lion is in charge now.

And then after the time skip to the forming of the crossguild everyone keeps shitting on. Like imagine Mihawk and Croc walking into Buggy's tent and seeing Black Leg Sanji as a child in full clown get up sitting on his own head in a photo and next to it is the adoption photo. When they ask Buggy about it hes just like "oh yeah, I adopted him at ten. Saw him all the time after he started at Baratie. Unfortunate he's not out of his civilian phase yet." And Croc and Mihawk are reeling. "Then again I think having to relive his trauma in Germa and with Big Mom probably didn't help, oh well. I'll talk to him about it when I see him."

When they see each other is some meeting between the Hats, the Guild and Redhair Pirates Luffy and Usopp are really happy to see their dad's. Sanji is probably being passed around by Buggy's crew and petting Richie who has him pinned to the ground and Crocodile is groaning that the clown's kid did the whole Mr. Prince thing and Shanks is confused because "you didn't tell me you had a brat?"

"well I legally adopted him eleven years ago and when Garp found out he said I was a better dad than you and Roger and Rayleigh so."

#black leg sanji #buggy the clown #silvers rayleigh #clown!sanji #these are going off the fuxking rails recently jfc #i love it #vinsmoke sanji #answers #cross guild

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tenaciousjalapeno · 1 year ago

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Testing the Cat Lady, Part 2

2/?

Pairing: LA Buggy the Clown x Reader

Summary: Captain Buggy drags you back to his ship to show you around your new home

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1,600

A/N: Tried to match the energy of the emotionally drained character, so hopefully that shines through

The door that Buggy takes you through leads straight back to his colorful ship, where the crew leisurely sprawls across the main deck. “Listen up, freaks,” he shouts, instantly drawing the attention of his crew. “This little looker and the furball are the newest members of the show. We’re going to show them a warm welcome, got it?” Cabaji and Bear-boy arrive, rolling a barrel of whiskey to their captain’s side. “Why don’t you introduce yourself,” Buggy quietly urges you with a nudge forward. As much as you don’t want to, the emotional blows the man has put you through has wrung any and all fight out of you. At least for today. You nervously stutter out both your and Mango’s names to the crowd. It looks to be about twenty people, give or take. They give a collective welcoming shout in return.

Several pairs of hungry eyes scan your body up and down. Being ogled at is nothing new to you, but something about so many people – pirates, at that – doing it at once sends a shiver down your spine. Luckily, this doesn’t go unnoticed by your new captain. “Touch either of them, and you lose your hands,” he coldly states to the crew. All of their gazes immediately drop. Buggy tells you that he’ll give you a tour after he gets some other work done, then disappears back into the tent.

Everyone seems friendly enough and bombards you with questions throughout the afternoon. The whole situation is a bit overwhelming, but nothing you can’t handle. Mango stays settled in your lap the entire time, which helps ease your tension. Not much, but enough. From listening in on some nearby conversations you learn that Bear-boy is the Mohji that Buggy spoke of earlier. If it weren’t for him, you could very well be sitting here with a cat-sized hole in your heart. A wave of guilt washes over you, and you decide that apologizing to the poor guy is the least you could do to make up for his bandaged arms. “Hey! Mohji, right?” you ask after striding over to him.

He nervously eyes Mango, but smiles warmly at you nonetheless. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Uh, so Captain Buggy said you’re kind of responsible for keeping Mango safe. I wanted to say thanks, and sorry on behalf of this guy.” Mango crawls his way up your shoulder as you speak and stares at Mohji with distrust.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he says, brushing the matter off with a wave of his hand. “I would’ve done the same if I was in his boots. I’m actually glad to have him around! Now Richie finally has another cat to keep him company.”

You perk up at his words. “You’ve got a cat too?” No matter how many cats you’ve seen in your days, you’re always excited to meet a new one.

“Yeah, he’s my best buddy! Come on, I’ll show you.” With that, Mohji leads you back to the tent. Pulling back the curtain to a side room, your heart hits the floor. Holy shit! It wasn’t a cat. It was a lion. A big one. He lays comfortably on a blanket and barely acknowledges your entrance. To your shock, Mohji seems completely at ease around Richie and goes as far as rubbing the massive beast’s exposed belly. Even more to your shock, Mango is also unfazed. He leaps down from your shoulders and confidently struts over to the lion that is, no joke, easily a hundred times his size. After a minute of sniffing each other, Mango curls up against Richie for a nap. That cat of yours has always been brave, but sometimes he leaves you truly gob smacked.

You sigh and shake your head at the little orange cat. Once your heart settles, you pelt Mohji with dozens of questions about his, ehh, strange choice of pet. He seems ecstatic to finally have a new person to show Richie off to. Gods know that it isn’t often that they get a new member to the crew. Engrossed in the conversation, you don’t notice that with each question, he inches closer and closer, until a voice shouts behind you.

“Back off, Mohji. Remember what I said about losing your hands?” Buggy enters the tent, surprising the both of you. His face bares a wide smile, but his voice is edging on hostile. The combination is frightening, but at least he seems to be looking out for you. Kind of. Maybe?

“Y-yes captain! I was j-just introducing these two to Richie,” Mohji stutters out fearfully.

Your captain circles the cowering man. “That better be all it was. You,” he says, turning back and setting his watercolor eyes on you, “Grab the furball. I’m going to show you around.” You nod and hoist Mango into your arms. Buggy leads you back toward the ship and yells behind him to Mohji, “Not everyone who likes cats wants to see your dick!” The statement leaves you flustered. Being able to tell if people were flirting with you or not was a gift that you weren’t exactly graced with. In fact, it’s gotten you into a lot of trouble in the past, but it looks like the captain has saved you this time around. You almost consider thanking him, but you’re still too caught up on the whole “capturing you and forcing you to join his crew” thing to show any gratitude.

He takes you to the lower deck of the ship, pointing out the kitchen, laundry, storage rooms, and other main areas before stopping abruptly at a door. You nearly stumble into him, but he catches you by the shoulder and steadies you. The contact makes you blush, but you dismiss it as a weird fear response. After all, he did threaten to kill your cat just this morning. Though you pegged him as an idiot before, the ordeal really drove home that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with. “This’ll be your room,” Buggy states, opening the door and motioning for you to step in. It’s small, but surprisingly clean and even has its own bathroom. You survey the room from its center, taking a minute to fully soak it in.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Buggy huffs, snapping you back to reality. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed and an expectant look in his picturesque eyes. Try as you might not to notice, the position does a great job of framing his biceps. The sight makes your stomach flip. As cruel and intimidating as he is, it’s impossible to deny that he’s, well, nice to look at. Even with the clown nose.

“Oh, no. It’s nice,” you hurriedly say. “I guess I was just expecting a shared quarters or something.”

He looks away and shifts his weight. “Well, there is, but I figured since you’ve got that guy, you might need your own space so he doesn’t bother anyone. That and I don’t trust some of those other shitheads around you.”

With a puzzled look, you try to ask, “What do you-,” before he cuts you off.

“Anyway, we’ll talk about my plans for you in the morning. My room is next door if you need me. Don’t bother me unless it’s important,” he says gruffly before heading to his own room. Rude. That blue-haired clown’s mood swings today are really leaving you in a daze.

Closing the door, you see that two little bowls and a large bag of cat food rest on the floor behind it. Once again, you blush, though you don’t know what to dismiss this one as. You set Mango down and fill his bowl with food, which he eagerly starts crunching on.

Familiarizing yourself with your new home, you take another look over everything. A dresser against the wall reminds you that you’re going to be in need of some new clothes, seeing as everything in your house is probably trashed. Still, you decide to open it up and check out the drawers. To your pleasant surprise, it’s filled with your clothes as well as a few of your other personal belongings. A smile spreads widely across your face and you let out a small fit of giggles. Never in a hundred years did you think you’d be so happy to see your clothes, books, and dinged-up old lute. It clicks that this is probably what he was referring to when he said that he had other work. Maybe he’s not as evil as I thought.

In the room next door, Buggy leans over the counter in his own personal bathroom, washing grease paint from his face. He’s lost in his own thoughts. Uncharacteristically, he actually felt guilty about his show earlier. Countless people had been tortured by his own two hands and malicious methods over the years, but never before did he show an ounce of remorse. In fact, it had become something of a hobby at this point. The screams and tears he’d elicit typically brought him satisfaction, but something about yours stirred a foreign feeling in him. Maybe it was just how small you looked standing there, or maybe it was the desperation in your watery doe eyes. Maybe it was any number of things. Fucked if he knew.

Through the wall, he can hear your giggles, to which he responds with a low groan. “Damn shidiot,” he mumbles to his reflection.

#one piece buggy #one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy x reader #buggy live action

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flammingnachos · 1 year ago

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𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣. (𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙖!𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: upon joining luffy’s crew after he saved your life he started to feel a sense of need to protect you more than the rest of the crew members with how being with you can make him feel like he’s been “locked out of heaven for too long”

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: slight cursing, opla spoilers (ep 2), mention of abuse, protective luffy, buggy being perverted toward the reader, best captain luffy

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿; I changed up the episode a bit for the reader to fit into the story and for the sake of the story

Fluttering my eyes open feeling someone shaking my shoulders.

It slowly opened my eyes and it was luffy smiling at me I noticed we were in some type of cargo box, I wasn’t the only person that was waking up the rest of the crew was too.

Zoro groaned out mumbling something about his swords and Nami looked around asking about her navigation gear.

suddenly luffy felt up on the top of his head.

“Phew they didn’t take my hat” he praised out

Nami rolled her eyes at that and made a sarcastic remark

“dammit we lost the map” she said getting up as luffy helped me to my feet in a flash hitting his heat on the cradle in the process and so did I

“ouch�� I mumbled out, luffy caressed my head patting it slightly while answering back Nami

“no we didn’t..it’s in a safe place” he whispered out looking down and rubbing his stomach

Nami grimaced at that looking over at Zoro who was punching the cradle

“hey! Stop that” she whispered yelled out

“what I’m tryna find a way out”

“We’ve been captured we need a plan”

“I don’t need a plan. I just need to beat the hell out of every marine I see.”

Luffy interfered stopping both of them from having a further argument explaining that we were captured by pirates not marines.

“Great that’s much better news” I mumbled out rubbing my forehead from the serious migraine I’m about to have

Zoro started back with his mumbling about fighting these pirates when he gets to them but Luffy stopped him to it.

“We don’t need to fight them..we just need to talk to them..pirate to pirate” he announced out

“that won’t work” Nami spoke

“Why not?”

“Well for one you’re not a pirate!”

“Yes I am”

“No your not your just some starchy guy in a tattered hat”

“I’m a different kind of pirate”

“No your not pirates are pirates”

Right on cue the cradle top has been opened and the cradle bottom infront of us had dropped down revealing flashing lights and circus music.

We carefully stepped out, luffy instinctively grabbing a hold of my wrist while slowly walking out watching the performance of the circus dancers with his big wide smile.

I carefully inspected my surroundings, flinching a bit when a person dressed up as an animal blew fire right infront of my face

Once the performance was over he was holding my wrist with his while clapping along with the ‘audience’ that were screaming and clapping with joy.

Nami slapped his hands slightly signaling him to stop clapping.

“No, No, No..Stop clapping it’s all wrong!” A clown had said making his way into the center of the tent

“Spotlight was late, you completely missed my entrance” he angrily said as the spotlight then moved onto him on cue

“Where and oh where was the dancing..lion” he asked a man dressed up as something I’m guessing was a animal

“Hey.. I know you, I saw your wanted poster in shell’s town, your the clown guy” luffy spoke gaining the clowns attention as he looked over at us

“Uhm,uh..” Luffy looked over at me giving me the ‘what’s his name’ look

“Binky..” I said slightly unsure of my answer

“yeah, Binky right”

“Buggy..I’m buggy the clown” Buggy said slowly walking over towards us giving me a stare

“Buggy the flashy fool..Buggy the genius Jester”

“Wow you have a lot of names..I bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are” Luffy voiced out amazed by the clown

The atmosphere then went silent..and then gasp where heard throughout the tent.

That smile the clown guy once had turned upside down as he looked back at luffy

“What did you just say?” He slowly asked out

“Was that everyone in the east blue knows-”

“NOSE?!” buggy yelled out storming over to luffy and grabbing up his face, shouting

“Are you making fun of my nose”

“Well.. I wasn’t but now that you mention it, is that thing real?” Luffy muffled out from the right grip the clown had on his nose

He then tried to touch it but buggy smacked his hand away leaving the people in the ‘audience’ gasping at this act

“What real is I’ve been scheming for months.. to steal that map from that old axe handed moron” buggy said forcefully pushing luffys face out his hands and walking and carefully watching us.

He’s eye landed on luffys hand holding my wrist and giggled out

“..only to find out that I was up staged by three little nobodies right up under my nos-” He stopped himself yelling out

“hey..I’m not a nobody I’m Monkey D luffy and one day I’m gonna be king of the pirates” Luffy said

The clowned laughed out at his remark along with the ‘audience’

He then began talking about his boring crew and his boring bounty poster and how it is his destiny to become pirate king

Blah blah blah

“No you won’t cause I’m gonna find it first” luffy then argued back

“Don’t make me laugh” he then slickly said

Everyone started to laugh

“I SAID DON’T”

“enough with these games, I’m rorona zoro, the pirate hunter” zoro said

wtf.. does he want to get us killed

At that point I just ignored everything zoro said for the sake of myself to not get a heart attack from the way knives were starting to point at us

“If I can’t offer them the map then at least I can offer them a pound of flesh” buggy said smiling down at us flashing the knives sticking out of his knuckles

“Wait wait!” Nami interjected

“What if I can offer you something valuable”

“something more valuable than the map?”

“What if I give you a new freak for your crew?”

“ a rare talent, most spectacular act in all of the east blue beside you of course” she then said slightly moving closer to luffy and he only smiled along

“Go on..”

She then sneakily backed up slowly next to luffy and grabbed his straw hat tossing it in the air and making a run for it

That bitch

“Hey!” Luffy yelled using his free hand to stretch up and grab his straw hat

“Get her” yelled the clown to his crew mate

They ran and in the next minute they brought her right back in struggling in there grips

“what did you do to the town? You destroyed everything!” She said yelling at the clown in which he only chuckled

“Not eveything.. I let them keep there hands” he said snacking on something he took out his pocket as everyone started to applause again

“Now onto my map”

“What was it you said rubber boy.. that it was in somewhere safe”

Luffy looked over at me surprised

“Don’t be surprised I got eyes and ears everywhere” he jokes out

“So please make our guest uncomfortable in the green room.. but please leave our pretty couple here out here” he snicked looking at me dead in the eyes too

I could feel luffy’s grip tighten more in my wrist

“I am gonna have a chat with my new stretchy pal, and have a audience with it” he said peering over at luffy but still watching you

He had signaled his crew mates to grab luffy

They had all grabbed luffy pushing him into a board while locking his down onto it and stretching out his limps onto it.

Buggy grabbed me up in a tight hold as he pushed me down on a chair infront of luffy, locking me on it.

“MORE” buggy signaled out to the person that was stretching out luffy’s limps as luffy screamed out loud at the contact

“I want you to think of this as a artistic exercise” buggy expressed out to calm down luffy

“Because pain leads to art”

“And art reveals the truth”

What the actual fuck

I looked back over at luffy worried as he only smiled out at buggy’s words

“But there’s only one truth in this exercise”

“Where”

“Is”

“My”

“Map..”

“Truthfully..I’m kinda hungry” luffy expressed out

Phew.. that was close

“Don’t circus have cotton candy?”

I nearly laughed

“What would you possible need the map for?” Buggy questioned out

Meanwhile I was trying looking around to find a way to escape without causing much of a distraction, I tired moving around my hand but nothing would work.

Whole luffy was distracting buggy I was trying to think of where I put my lock picket that I stole from alvidas office the day me and my older brother Koby escaped.

“What makes a boy wants to grow up and become and pirate?..who are you trying to empress”

“A lover” I froze feeling buggy gaze go right back on to me

Shit

I acted normal looking around anywhere but his eyes, rubbing my hands together to try to drag out the lock picket that was tucked in my shoulder band

“An absent parent”

“Or was it a false idol” he said looking back over at luffy

Phew that was close

Minutes of concentration and wrist rubbing the pick locket had slides down into my palms, looking back up now I saw buggy playing with luffy’s straw hat still questioning him

I then put my attention back onto the pick locket and was trying to pick the lock.

“Stench him until he breaks..”

God no.

“You’ve made us your prisoner and taking our town hostage” the man begged

“Maybe you’d prefer it if I threw one of your constituents on the rack instead” buggy said looking around the audience while throwing the straw hat to the side

“Hey kid” he then said grabbing a kid from the audience and shoving him into the center of the tent

“Boogie I’m warning you” luffy warned out

“Really, now that’s a laugh”

“I said that’s a laugh” he then said making everyone give back some fake ass laugh

Struggling some more I finally pick it and freed my arms, luckily my legs where tied up and in the moment luffy freed himself from the robes they had tied him up to.

“Put him down” I then said making my way next to luffy as the audience gasp at what was going on infront of them

“But he’s having such a good”

“Yes the best buggy” bugged mocked pulling up the kids face into a fake smile giggling

“Gum-gum…”

“..pistol”

Right when luffy punched his head it fell of his body and landed in someone’s hand in the audience.. screams erupted and yells

“Well, we’ll looks like we have something else in common..” buggy said turning his head around in the person lap

What fuckery have we gotten ourselves into

His head then attached itself back onto his body and his hands loosen off the kid as the kid ran back to his mother.

“You ate a devil fruit”

“That’s right the chop chop fruit”

“So you can slice me and dice me and I can always put myself back together again” he then said spreading out his limps to showcase this gruesome power of his

“Want to see what else I can do” he whispered out

Oh no

Luffy and I looked right at each other in awe

When we looked back at him his wrist was gone and gasped out, just then luffy felt a tap on his shoulder and then a sleeping bomb was squeezed right into our faces. The hand punched luffys right into the face as we both dropped to the floor

My eyes fluttered open hearing gasps and water leaking

I tried to move my body and found it hard to do so, that’s when I fully opened my eyes squinting to adjust to the bright circus light and looking around to see that once again I was tied up.

But what was infront of me was even more horrifying it was luffy in a glass box that was now being filled slowly with water with luffy slowly banging on the glass door.

“Luffy!” I screamed out watching the water drip down onto his hair

He slowly tries to get up still banging, grunting in pain.

“Let him go!” I screamed out at the mad man that was next to me giggling

He laughed out grabbing me up by my tied arms, pulling me by hair.

I screamed out kneeing him in the groin as he groaned out and kicking him hard in the head, in which his head fell off and re attached back onto his body.

This fucking clown man

“Ooh looks like we got a fighter on our hands” he laughed out still keeping his tight grip on my hair

He then looked over to luffy noticing his struggle

“Don’t bother its seawater” he called out

“Hardly seems fair”

“ all those wonderful powers rendered useless from a few splashes” the clown sighed out loosening his grip and bit but still holding on

“Let me go” I grumped out trying to escape his grasp

“Stop moving will you” he said pushing me on the floor with force as two of his crew mates picked me up and held onto my arms

“Of course you could always give me my map..if you don’t wanna die alone in this tank” he giggled out kneeling down to luffys level in the tank

“My crew..” luffy muttered out looking over at me for a brief second

“Your crew? You mean the ones that abandoned you” buggy laughed out loud

“Just like shanks did”

“Oh did that make you sad?” He mocked

I grunted trying to move out there grasp but they were too tight ugh

“My crew will save me” luffy mumbled out

“your only chance is to give me back my map, and if you do, ..I may have a very special place on my crew for you” buggy offered

Don’t do it luffy

Luffy had slowly started to rise up groaning in pain as buggy followed along getting up too

“Never” luffy argued out

“Why not” buggy yelled out banging his hands on the glass tank and yelling out in pain

“Your a outcast just like the rest of us a freak, scorned and abandoned” he emphasized

“Join me and you’ll be with the person who will become the king the pirates”

“I will find the one piece and become the king of pirates” luffy said

“You can’t make people smile just like you can’t make people happy..I’ll never give you that map” luffy said in determination

“Well then.. I guess it’s curtains for you” buggy smiled out menacingly turning the pipe making more splashes of water come out but more faster and harder

“Luffy, No” I screamed out watching luffy drop down as I tried pushing myself out of there grips

“You now the price you the price you have to pay” buggy let out as luffy tapped on the glass pointing to somewhere as buggy looked over to where

It was Nami as she then threw her bo staff at the glass tank and it cracked a little, taking this distraction I butted my head against one of the men and kicked the other in there groin

Side kicking the one that I head butted and giving the other a knee to his face watching them both drop down in pain.

By that time the glass tank broke as I ran over to luffy that was spitting out water on the ground and now the map.

I kneeled beside him grabbing up his face and while asking if he’s okay

“I’m fine” he rasped out trying to breathe in air

“My map..” buggy called out looking at the map on the floor

Luffys focus then shifted to this straw hat a few feet from him

“My hat..” he rasped out dragging me with him and he crawled out to his hat putting it on his head

As the clown groaned it map laughing out loud

“You want a piece of me” the clown laughed watching zoro try to slice him

“Surprise shithead!”

He then started dismembering his whole body moving them all in the air in circular motion as luffy held me in his grasp leaning on the pole

We watched as zoro and Nami tired fighting off the limps that was floating around them

Luffy slowly pulled us both up as Nami and zoro fell into the audience area

“Ah.., would you look at that” buggy Said putting himself back together noticing me and luffy now standing up

“Somebody escaped my tank of doom and my freaks” he said looking over at me

“Well I’ll be back to finish you off..right after I tear apart your sad excuse for a crew” he yelled out at us

“You can dump seawater on me and I’ll let it slide.. but don’t you ever threaten my friends” luffy said slowly pulling out his arms

“So you want to die first.. be my guest” he then said now dismembering his body AGAIN

“Chop chop..” he then began with his body parts chomping towards us as luffy and I attacked and kicked them out of the way with luffy tackling buggy

And buggy using his knife hand and aiming it towards luffy’s hat, pinning it on the wooden pole as luffy gasped out racing after it but was met with his hand that swept him on the floor and started to strangle him.

I raced over to help him but he used his other hand and dropped me to my feet pulling my hair

“Nami the crates” luffy yelled out getting back to his feet as pulled off the moving hand off his neck and threw it with Nami using her bo stick to throw it into the crates

“Y/n go!” Luffy called out with me forcefully pulling the other hand out my hair and throwing it to Nami with her slamming the other hand in the crates

The clown began throwing more body parts at us with us throwing them all in the pile of crates

“What have you done to me..” he cried out

“Cut you down to size..”

“You’ll never find that treasure, you’re just a sad little boy wearing another man’s hat..” he cried out some more in furry

“I’m not a nobody, I’m monkey d luffy and one day I’m gonna become the king of the pirate” luffy cheered out

“Gum gum..”

“Bazooka” luffy then said throwing luffy out the tent and somewhere in the air

His hands grabbed my wrist one again making his way over to the map on the floor and picking it up as he handed it over to Nami.

“You’re giving this to me..”

“Your the navigator” luffy smiled out back at her

“Let’s get out of this clown show” Zoro said starting to walk away

“There’s still one more thing we have to do” luffy then said stopping him from walking further

We then went and freed the the people in the ‘audience’ untying there ankles.

When we finished as we where making our way out the tent and back onto the boat they had stopped us giving luffy a cradle filled with food

“We don’t have much but please do take this as a token of our gratitude” the old man said gesturing for luffy to take it

“You need it more than we do” Luffy then said smiling back at him turning his heels and walking away but stop in a few distance

“Well..”

“Maybe a little” he said grabbing a piece of meat out of the cradle and running back to catch up to us and grabbing back my wrist heading onto the ship with everyone else appalling us and giving us thank you’s

#opla luffy x reader #monkey #monkey d luffy #opla x reader #netflix #one piece #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x y/n #op zoro #roronoa zoro #straw hat nami #op nami #op buggy #luffy x reader

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twistedbunni · 1 year ago

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Unrequited pt.2

Buggy x reader

A/N: here's the second part in all it's messily written glory. Angst again but the ending is sweet (and funny in my opinion).

Enjoy!

Pt 1

You'd been traveling with the Straw hats for a while now, for a few months or maybe even half a year?? Honestly you had stopped keeping track of time or at least days, it was pointless to when it was hurting you more than it was helping. Starting out the journey counting the days since you had last seen your friends and the man you loved, but you quickly realized after a week or so that it was only serving to make your heart grow heavy with sorrow.

The new crew kept you on your toes far more than you had ever been before. Constantly being dragged along to explore the islands you docked at, getting dragged into fights you didn't want to be in, getting a target basically placed on your back by a warlord for simply being around Luffy. It was fun at times but you'd often find yourself exhausted and longing for the more relaxed life you had back with Buggy.

Sure the Buggy Pirates we're fearsome, known to destroy whole towns over night for fun, but you'd been placed on the part of the crew that would stay in the boat to not only guard it but also to prepare the circus tents to be set up for performances. You were a pirate, there was no denying that, but you'd always been a somewhat passive one who would do all the necessary background type jobs while the tougher guys of crew did all the dirty work.

It was always like that for you on Buggy's ship and even on the ship you'd sailed with before, but these straw hats really made you feel like you'd joined a pack of wolves operating as a pack, not the beehive with workers coming and going like you were use to. They were all nice, friendly, charming people sure, but they could never make you feel the same level of comfort that Cabaji, Mohji, and unfortunately Buggy had brought you.

The longer you stayed with these misfits the more you missed the freaks. You wanted to get away from the circus so you wouldn't have to feel that pain of unrequited love, but your leaving only served to bring you loneliness of feeling like you don't belong here.

Thankfully you were somewhat saved by Fire Fist Ace, he'd very briefly joined up with the straw hats and ultimately when he left he offered to take you with him. You had been grateful to him, able to see how you really didn't fit in with his brother or the rest of the group and so he'd asked you to come with him. Ace was open to helping you find somewhere you'd fit in better, which ultimately led you back to the ship your heart longed to be on again.

Buggy wasn't fairing any better than you had been to be honest. When he'd seen you riding out to sea aboard the Going Merry, he'd felt something in him break. He knew you said you would be leaving his ship back in LogueTown because you'd both known it would've been torture for you to stay any longer with things as they were, but deep deep down part of him was hoping, praying, wishing for you to be there when he got back. He had hoped you'd change your mind, not for his sake but for the sake of his 2 most faithful members.

Cabaji refused to do any unicycling for a month or so after, stating it hurt him to perform on it after he'd already gotten his mind so dead set on the idea of teaching you how to ride so he could perform with you. Mohji was not much better, really only spending his time with his lion Riche, often talking to the beast about how he misses the times you'd offer to brush out the lion's mane only for him to find the pair of you asleep.

The rest of the crew, even though never becoming as close to you as the main 2, all seemed to have imaginary rain clouds over them after you'd gone. The whole ship seemed to be quieter, less vibrant, and all around gloomier now that you weren't here to constantly liven the place up with jokes or general upkeep of things.

Buggy felt things the hardest though. Sure he'd inadvertently distanced himself from you a while prior to your leaving and had grown to barely talking to you, but he still missed your presence on board. He missed seeing you around the ship smiling at him when he'd spot you. How you'd have everything perfectly ready for him to perform, but now having to prep all by himself. He'd begun to often forget things in his dressing room, since he'd grown so use to you having all of his props ready to go before he had even finished getting ready. He missed the way you would brush his hair out as he'd rant about things, always being so careful to not yank his hair when you'd encounter a tangle or two. You would tell him tales of your adventures from the ship you'd been on previously, often finding himself falling asleep to your voice, it hurt to not be able to hear it at all. Overall he missed you, and all the things you did, even the things that'd typically get on his nerves.

He may not have loved you at that moment in time you'd left, but as each day passed he could feel himself at least developing feelings for you and he'd begun to believe that there was a real possibility he would fall for you if he did embrace these budding feelings. Though he'd messed it all up and lost you as a result, it was something he could never forgive himself for.

Buggy was currently sat looking over some documents related to the next step of his and Alvida's plans, about ready to just give up on reading them for now to go distract his mind from his own thoughts. That's when he heard it, the sounds of cheering from the deck followed by heavy footsteps and his door bursting open.

"Captian!" Cabaji stood in the doorway, out of breath with wide grin on his face. "You're gonna want to see who just came on board."

Filled with a mix of dread and excitement, Buggy followed his subordinate out to the commotion on deck, finding his men surrounding around what he assumed was someone. When he'd approached, the crowd of his crew parted to give him a clear path to see who'd they'd been crowding around. He saw the famed Fire Fist Ace which was interesting, but more importantly he saw you standing there on his deck.

Your attention was on Riche, petting the large lion's mane, until you noticed the sudden silence of everyone, you turned to follow their gaze, seeing Buggy standing there. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape as if he'd been processing if what he was seeing was real or not.

"Hey..." As soon as the word left your lips you'd felt a weight crashing into you in an instant. Buggy detached himself from his legs, his upper half had flown to you grabbing you tightly in a hug and spinning you up off the ground.

Eventually when the spinning had stopped and you'd found yourself stood once more on your own two feet, Buggy's legs made their way over reattaching to the torso that still held you in his arms. "I've missed you... God have I missed you" His voice was barely above a whisper as he freed you from his grasp.

It was bittersweet to hear him say that, it meant he'd held something for you in his heart but you dared not assume it was anything other than platonic. "I missed you too."

Riche now jealous you'd stopped giving him attention, began to nudge you with his nose. "Alright, alright! I missed you too buddy." You went back to petting him, gaining a little growl in satisfaction from him. The crowd of pirates around you kicked back to life a moment later, begining to celebrate your return and getting to know Ace who'd brought you back to them.

You'd been kept busy for the next few hours, from catching up with your friends to telling tales of what you'd gone through with the straw hats. Everyone was excited to see you again, even Alvida who'd given you a flick on the forehead acolding you not to go running off again, leaving the crew in such bad spirits over your absence.

At some point you'd managed to slip away from the party that'd moved below deck, making your way to the top deck to get some fresh air. You'd found Buggy standing with his back to you juggling a set of colored rubber balls, fumbling and nearly dropping them when you cleared your throat to make your presence known.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs partying with your crew?" You question as he turned to face you.

"I could say the same to you, especially considering they're celebrating your return." He slid the rubber balls back into a pouch, putting it into his coat pocket.

"Damn, you got me there." You smirked, leaning your back on the railing closest to him. "Needed a break from them is all."

"You saying they're too much to handle or something?" He joked coming to stand closer to you.

"Not exactly, I've missed everyone a great deal, but I've also missed being able to just relax. Those straw hats are too adventurous for me."

His head cocked to the side, an eyebrow raising itself on his face. "And we're not? I'd argue we've been on more adventures than those brats have."

"It's not that they adventure more, it's that they seem to jump head first into everything and everyone in the crew is expected to come along. Felt like I literally had to fight for my life daily, almost got turned into a wax statue, endured an avalanche then nearly died of heatstroke in a desert. Even got put on Crocodile's shit list." You groaned.

"How the hell did they get you on a warlord's bad side?!" Buggy's eyes practically popped out of his skull, before he dramatically turned his nose away all snootily and waved a hand dismissively at you. "No, that's too preposterous to think my little Y/n could ever be on anyone's kill list. I mean you don't even take part in anything that could be considered dirty or dangerous, much less doing something worthy enough of anyone wanting you dead."

You stiffened a little. "Uh since when am I your little anything?"

The man froze, he hadn't even realized he'd called you his, it just slipped out without thinking. Quick Buggy think of something fast! "Uh- I um- I meant like your mine in terms of you're my crew. Ya know like how I could say my little Cabaji, cause he's also one of my men- one of my loyal crew!"

You gave him a skeptical look, not quite believing him but not fully understanding what he mean by it if not in the context he claimed it was. "Okay... But who said I was even joining your crew again? Maybe I have decided to travel with that guy that brought me here and we're only stopping by this ship so I can see everyone."

"You're... not staying?" His expression fell, voice shaking at the thought of you leaving again, he hadn't even thought about how this could just be a visit due to coincidence.

You were going to stay, there was no doubt in your mind that you would, but something was bothering you still. You didn't want to give Buggy the full satisfaction of knowing you're back for good. Even though it wasn't his fault he hadn't been able to return your feelings back then, he'd still hurt you when he choose to stop making time for you, and you wanted him to see that.

"If I stay things would be different, I wouldn't be coming back just to let everything play out exactly how it had been before." Your gaze was fixed on the wood of the deck, not wanting to meet his gaze or see his expression at all.

"Of course things will be different. I promise I'll make time for you, make you a priority again." He stood up straighter, a hand reaching out to you, only for you to swat it away and turn away from him completely.

"No." You took a heavy breath, willing yourself to keep it together. "I didn't do this all for your attention, I did it so I wouldn't have to see you."

Turning finally you were able to see just how broken Buggy looked as he processed your words, trying to choose his own carefully. "Did you grow to hate me that much?"

"No I grew to love you that much. To the point my heart was aching constantly knowing you didn't feel the same. That you were giving your not just your attention but also your time to someone far more attractive and powerful than I could ever hope to be. I was broken when you found me, you put me back together, made me feel somewhat special and like you cared, only to have you cut me off completely when you brought her on. I know that just like you don't love me, you don't love her either, but my brain didn't see it that way. I had to get away in order to get over my own feelings, even though it hurt like hell to leave everyone- to leave YOU behind. I suffered physically with that crew while I suffered emotionally over missing you." At this point you were shaking with anger at not only him but yourself as well.

"Do- Do you still love me?" He had swallowed hard, to scared to look into your eyes and see the truth before you could answer.

Your fist clenched "What the fuck does it matter if I do or don't anymore? I'm trying to tell you how being close to you hurts me."

"Please just answer the question." His tone was pleading, pulling perfectly at the strings of your heart.

Sighing and closing your eyes for a moment, you responded honestly. "Yes I still love you. I never stopped and at this point I don't think I ever could stop."

The pirate sighed with relief, smiling at you. "Thank God... I feared you didn't."

You scowled. "This isn't a joke!" Swinging your fist in an attempt to punch him. He'd dodged it easily, grabbing you as he did and pulled you to his chest. You didn't try to fight your way out of his arms, giving in letting him hold you as you'd finally began crying, letting out all the pent up emotions from inside you. You'd been on the verge of breaking ever since you got onboard, somehow managing to keep up the facade and keep yourself together until this moment when you he embraced you like you'd longed for him to do since the day you'd left.

One of his hands came up to pet your head comfortingly. "I'm sorry- I'm so so sorry you've been in so much pain because of me. I fucked up, I knew I did as soon as you left. I shouldn't have let you leave in the first place, I should have fought for you to stay. I could never dare compare my hurt to yours but you should know that I've been hurting badly in your absence as well. I took your presence for granted and when it was gone I realized just how much I missed you. I missed all the things that we'd do together and all the little things you did for me."

He pushed you away from him gently, just enough so he could see your face and you see his. "Missing you made me realize, I like you. I don't quite love you like you love me but I do have feelings for you that Im sure will blossom into love. I'd subconsciously buried them out of instinct to protect myself so I could never feel betrayed or abandoned again. Regrettably It took you leaving to bring them out of hiding."

You're eyes sparkled in the sunset, gaze fixed on the Tall clown. "Do you want to let them blossom into love though?"

Gloved hands cupped your cheeks as his eyes looked deeply into yours. "More than anything, I want to let them blossom untill I practically have a field of flowers and feelings that have bloomed with love for you. Will you allow me to fall in love with you?"

You smiled sweetly answering in a sugared tone. "Of course Buggy." Then you punched him in the gut.

He released you, doubling over in pain as he held the spot where your fist had landed, groaning in a pained tone. "What the hell was that for?"

"For dodging my earlier punch, and for being an idiot." You crossed your arms, watching as the man you loved was in pain thanks to your own doing.

"....Fair enough" He croaked "Your punch has gotten a bit stronger, so congrats on that."

Cabaji came to bring you a drink, finding the captain bent over in pain and you standing smugly above him. "Uh, what happened here?"

"Buggy just confessed his feeling for me, and basically asked me out." You smiled taking the drink he handed you.

"Oh..." He replied, both of you taking a sip of your drinks, looking down at the pained pirate clown. "NICE!"

#op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #i imagined at the end cabaji giving a thumbs up like that meme of the kid at the computer

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howlingday · 12 days ago

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Why I love One Piece

An essay made at the request of @superbkryptoniteavenue

One Piece is an anime about pirates at first glance. I first found the series when I was in the third grade. When I started watching the anime, I couldn't get enough of it. Years later, I'm still watching it, and I'm finding new things to love about it. Okay, the first paragraph is filled out, now let's get to some One Piece. Now come aboard and bring along all your hopes and dreams.

When I first found One Piece, it was a manga sitting in my school library. Nowadays, I usually start a new series from either the first episode or the first volume. However, One Piece was different in that I started from Volume 3, when Luffy, our main protagonist, meets his future navigator, Nami. The volume also introduced the first major threat Luffy and his crew faced off against; The Buggy Pirates. However, the one scene that I love more than any other in this manga was something that showed me how different Luffy was from the other pirates.

Before getting into that, let me give you a basic run-down of One Piece, and I mean VERY basic, because getting any deeper can be as troublesome as diving for treasure. First, the setting of One Piece is a world that is best described as one big ocean with islands dotting here and there. The world is in what's referred to as The Great Pirate Era, starting from when Gold Roger, the most famous pirate, was executed and with his dying words, declared that he left a treasure to be found, sparking the era. Whoever finds this treasure becomes the King of the Pirates, which is the end goal of our main protagonist, Monkey D. Luffy, who is a rubberman with the powers of rubber, which he gained after eating the Gum-Gum Fruit, a Devil Fruit.

I'll save you the long list from there, but it all makes sense as you go along. Anyways, the part that made me understand what kind of pirate Luffy is happened in the first volume I read, where there's a dog guarding a pet store for his dead master. A pirate with a giant lion attacks it and burns it to the ground. Luffy hunts down the pirate, easily overpowers the lion, then knocks out the pirate. He then comes back to the dog, handing him what's left of the pet store; a box of dog food. It's for this reason, among others, that Luffy is my favorite protagonist.

If I could find more One Piece, I wanted to get it. Bear in mind, this was back in the day when anime was only on the internet if you were lucky enough to find it. Especially if you were living outside of Japan and the USA. So when I found the anime, I hopped into as much as I could. I remember finding a website of just One Piece, and I binge-watched it for about a week. Ever since, it's been one binge-watch after the other.

East Blue, Baroque Works, Skypeia, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Saobody Archipelago- I'd seen them all and I loved everything each one of them brought! Thus far, the best arc is Enies Lobby, since I felt like everyone was fighting as hard as they could and has probably some of the best, most tear-jerking moments in the entire series. Not to say the other arcs don't have their moments, but this was the one that cemented One Piece in my heart. Heck, I'll sometimes go back and rewatch the scenes because they're so good!

I find it funny, actually, how a series about such a simple character has developed into this huge world with its own intrigues and deeper lore. And it can all be pretty much summed up as, "And then Luffy happened." There's a secret shadow plot involving the World Government; there's a pirate running around stealing other people's powers; there's a talking skeleton, a giant dragon, and a living cartoon character as a god! It's all so awesome!

So, why do I love One Piece? Well... I love it because it's fun! I love it because it brings up interesting questions! I love it because it makes me laugh with joy, clench my fists in rage, and wipe my eyes for... reasons. I won't say it's perfect because it does have its flaws, but that won't stop me from enjoying Luffy and his crew making these short pit-stops that devolve into colossal battles that reshape the islands, if not the entire ocean itself!

So... Yeah. That's why I love One Piece.

#one piece #my thoughts #my ramble #my essay #first essay I've made on this site #here we go

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analviel · 2 months ago

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I've read manga my whole life and then I sat down and want to make a little bit of art with that feel and realize I don't know what effects to use.

If you're wondering, Wado Ichimonji was purposefully left back in the dojo.

While I imagine Kuina to be a bit traditional though not as uptight as her father, she's also grown up to be largely rebellious. She wants to prove herself. She's got 'a chip on her shoulder'. Might one day write a fic for her, but basically she'd start out challenging marine sword wielders to spars with only her shinai, ends up beating them, is both proud but also dissatisfied to search for opponents that would actually pose a challenge. Discovers the thrill of fighting people with bounties who fight for their life, fighting with their all, and starts chasing that adrenaline while still searching for a sword to carry to the top.

I kinda want her to cross paths with Buggy here -but a Buggy who is still not a pirate and very loud about definitely not being a pirate and never going to Grandline and stubbornly declaring himself a Blue kind of guy definitely, what about Grandline and pirates, he doesn't know anything about that, he's just a treasure hunter, treasure hunter! Ignore the three calling him Captain, those idiots are just his lion he'd decided to bring along, the lion's caretaker and emotional support human, and the lion's caretaker's emotional support human on a unicycle-, which comes from my idea that Buggy has been failing upwards since years ago. Basically, Buggy has shutdown about his whole childhood and the world just thinks of him as a small time ringmaster in a small time circus, that snapped for being too smalltime for so long and became a treasure hunter- and then a pirate. But I digress, that's going to happen later, in about 2 years maybe?

Anyways. As I was saying, Kuina is a solo act, has no navigational knowledge past the basics because she left her home all of a sudden and was barely able to prepare anything so she picks up some unconventional ways of going about that.

She looses the ship not much later, and her encounter with Buggy somehow leads to being told of some such technique of being able to run on air and decides to learn that despite not knowing where to start, bullheading the beginnings of the techniques Buggy very, very reluctantly recounts.

Kuina calls him Buggy-san and this will later comeback as Emperor Buggy-sama Totally Mentoring The Kuina even though no such thing actually happened.

She meets a guy who suddenly looses consciousness on his food, approaches him out of concern, and Portgas D. Ace almost dies years earlier bcs of his bad habit of wiping his face on someone's skirt.

They get into a bit of shenanigans, half of Kuina's hakama burns and she gets a costume update, an offer might have been extended and summarily rejected, and Ace is returned to Deuce and the rest of his still motley crew.

Kuina finally finds a swords and secures it to her hip right beside her shinai, and goes on a final hunt, choosing the Captain of the Black Cat pirates as her prey. Beats fear into him and almost succeeds bringing him in, but unfortunately looses him at the last second, pushing him into hiding. Still tries to find him while she figures out the way for a lone swordsman to enter the Grandline, eventually does discover a method and leaves East Blue, practically forgetting the prey that got away.

I do have art for her clothes and encounter with Ace but neither are done yet.

#shimotsuki kuina #One piece #buggy the clown #portgas d ace #Fic idea #And I draw #And I write

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akwolfgrl · 19 days ago

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How sweet it is to be loved by them 38

Boogie couldn't take it anymore. These kids had done more to protect his home than he himself had done. Even the dog had stood up to a lion to protect his home!

“Oooo I can't stand it anymore! I can't stand myself!” He wanted to rip his hair out. “You youngsters and Shushu have done more to protect my home than I have! We built this village forty years ago, and here I am doing nothing to stop these pirates from destroying my home! I have to be a man! I have to stand up for my village for my people! There are some fights that can't be avoided!”

“yah!” The kid in the straw hat cheered him as he got more fired up. “That's right!”

“You idiot don't encorge him!” The woman with orange hair yelled at the other Alpha.

He was sure she meant well, but his people, his village, had put him in charge, and he had failed them so far. Well enough was enough. He was going to do something about the pirates! Even if it killed him!

“This little village has grown in thouse forty years in a scussesful port! I put my blood sweat and tears into this town! The village and all of its inhabitants are my treasures! I will fight that damn Clown even if it's the last thing I do!”

Sanji watched as the Beta ran off, detrimed to get his ass beat. Sweet Nami had tried to stop him but failed in the end.

“Things just got more interesting.” Zoro laughed from beside him.

Luffy joined in with his laughter. “I agree!”

“What the hell is wrong with you! He can't fight Buggy the clown! He's going to get himself killed!” Nami shouted at Luffy, who only grinned at her. She was too kind, looking after a stranger. “How can you laugh at a time like this? Where do you get all that confidence?” Honestly, that was a great question, Luffy was strange.

“Don't worry, I won't let him get killed, I like him! We are going to the Grandline Nami, and we each have a goal in mind. Join my crew and become a pirate with us.” Luffy held out his hand for her to take.

“luffy isn't good at the word no, neither one of us intended on joining, but here we are.” Sanji remarked.

“I still hate pirates…but you three aren't awful, so how about instead of partners? We'll just call it corporation,” Nami slapped Luffys hand away. “I need to get the grandline anyway. I need someone to protect me, I stashed my treasures and need to get to the docks.”

“Great! Sanji, we need a feast to celebrate!”

“I'll be happy to take mademoiselle to the docks, also Luffy, I already told you no feast until we get to the next island, which won't be until after Zoro's rut!” Sanji yelled at Luffy. The Alpha was a bottomless pit. Luffy pouted, his arms crossed his chest, and the bottom lip was stuck out.

“But Sanji,” He whined. “We have to celebrate Nami becoming a crew member.”

“Coroparting, not crewmember!” Nami joined in the yelling.

“Enghugh yelling, let's go fight the damn Clown.” Zoro interrupted his black bandanna around his head, horns making the black fambic lumpy. The marimo was lucky he healed faster during his rut. Still Sanji worried, it was his job since the basdered had to regard to his own safty…not that he was one to talk.

Sanji grabbed zoro by his shirt and kissed him, slipping his tongue and cigarette smoke into the Alphas mouth. “Don't let me find out that Buggy the own killed your ass.” He warned as Zoro exhaled the smoker with a feral girn that made him look like the demon people claimed he was.

“Met you back at the ship Curls.”

“Are you ready to find your treasure?” Sanji turned his attention back on to the lovely lady. She would need his protection after stealing from Buggy.

“Yah let's go, if you can keep up.”

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onelatenight-longago · 1 year ago

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Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

Warnings/Tags: Fem!Reader, Depictions of Violence and Torture, semi-soft Buggy, he's a danger but also a marshmallow of a man, life on the Big Top, becoming one of the crew, sexual tension and teasing, romance, finding freedom and found family

Description: Buggy plays the hero just the one time and now he's a got a new crew member who will change everything for him.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, life has been pretty draining lately. I wanted to give a MASSIVE thank you to the Anon that reached out to me, you gave me the kick I needed to keep going.

Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - First Person Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - Second Person (below)

The crew had assembled, all squeezed in at long tables and sat with more food than you had ever seen in your life. Buggy was beside you the whole time, introducing his ‘freaks’ as he affectionately called them. Telling you all about their skills and acts. He was proud and genuine and it tugged at something in your heart. They may have been a pirate crew but it was easy to see why they were all so loyal to one another and most of all to their captain.

The lion was a surprise to say the least. A man named Mohji introduced the lion as Ritchie, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their similar looks of excitement at meeting someone new. Next were the Funan Brothers, as their act was called then The Acrobatic Fuwas and then the Superhuman Domingos and so on. Each performance group grew rowdier with their introductions while Buggy himself was at the center laughing and cheering his crew on.

It was all so intoxicating, the laughter and cheer. You couldn’t remember ever smiling so much before and by the end of the night your cheeks were sore with delight. Everyone had been just as entranced with your Boa Boa abilities as Buggy had and Ritchie was covered in feathers and dancing about as well as a lion could.

Between laughs you fought back yawns, your body and mind exhausted from the whirlwind of a day you had.

"Come on little dove." Buggy's voice deep and quiet whispered into your ear. You found his detached hand at your hip, pushing you gently from the crowd until you both found yourselves alone outside the main big top tent.

Buggy, all put back together again, watched you closely as you walked about the makeshift circus.

"This all feel like a dream." you said softly to yourself. When Buggy came closer, his look of concern pushed your thoughts from your mind to your mouth. "I've been a captive for so long. I've haven't had a home or a family and now in one night my captor has been…." you faltered.

"Dispatched." Buggy supplied calmly.

"Yes, that." You nodded and turned to him, finding his bright sea blue eyes already stating into your own. "And my rescuer," You nod to him, watching his self-satisfied smile grow. "Has offered me a place on his crew. A home on his ship."

"The Buggy Pirates are very much like a family." He spoke casually with a shrug. "We spend our lives sailing together. Performing together."

"Fighting together." You interrupted.

"Yes, that." Buggy mimicked your earlier reply with a wicked grin on his face. "Come now little dove. I saw that glint in your eyes when you were throwing those knives!" Buggy rounded on you quickly, his hands brushing across your hips as he placed himself behind you. Just as he had been earlier that evening during the show. "You enjoyed it." He whispered into your ear. You couldn't stop the shiver that tore down your spine even if you wanted to.

"I did." You admitted quietly as though more to yourself than to him.

"You belong amongst my crew." He flexed his grip on your hips. "You belong with me."

Something dark and twisted reared it's head in your heart and at the back of your mind and tore yourself from his grip instantly. As you put space between him and you, savage looking black boas appeared all over him. They constricted dangerously.

Buggy was only momentarily surprised, his fight or flight sense causing him to detach limbs where he could to struggle for just a moment before he stilled. His look of anger and fear dulling as he stared at you. That was when you noticed the tears falling down your cheeks and the shake in your hands.

"Shh," Buggy cooed, putting his hands up in surrender. "Come on dove, ease up. I'm sorry. You're safe here, I promise. I don't chain my freaks or even force them. If this is the home you want I will gladly give it to you. If you choose to walk away then so be it. If you wish to sail with us until you are far enough away from anyone who may know you, then leave my company without so much as a second thought then that is fine too."

As Buggy spoke your shallow breaths deepened and you let your tightened muscles ease as the boas slowly slipped away from around him and disappeared.

"You're not the first traumatized performer I'd take onto my crew and you likely won't be the last. I rule the unwanted, the outcasts. I make them fierce and feared so that they will never be treated wrongly again." Buggy crooned, puffing himself up with pride.

"I'm sorry…" You began before Buggy once more stepped into your space, his smile wild and genuine.

"Join me, little dove. Sail the seas with the Buggy pirates until all the world fears you!" Buggy decidedly kept his hands to himself this time, something that made you feel a bit disappointed which you didn't want to examine at the moment.

You could only nod and smile, lost in a sea of emotion, unsure if your voice would betray you if you spoke.

"I need to hear your answer, little dove. I need to know that this is what you want." Buggy spoke softly but with an air of command and another shiver tore it's way down your spine and your skin erupted in gooseflesh. You watched his eyes turn black then a small, laughing voice tore through my thoughts.

"Yes…" You spoke slowly, your voice low and breathy as a smile crept across your face. "Captain." The effect was instant and you got what that small voice in the back of your mind wanted.

Buggy’s hands returned to your hips, his grip just shy of too hard. The rest of him crashed into you, your arms quick to pull around his shoulders to leverage yourself up. The kiss was rough, all lips and teeth every which way. It was spectacular. He laughed deep in his throat as you pushed and pulled each other. You could've climbed him then and there.

When the need for oxygen tore you apart, he pulled back and admired his work. You could feel the grease paint now smeared across your lips and chin, even on your nose and cheeks and you couldn't stop the laugh bubbling up in your chest.

"That's a good look on you little dove!" Buggy laughed again.

He looked hungry and wanting of more. You had known dangerous men all your life and you knew he was one as well. A feared pirate captain capable of gods only knew what. But you could tell then and there that those sharp eyes and even sharper smile, though beaming down at you then, were never meant to and would never harm you.

A small part of you was still wrought with fear. The question lingering of whether or not you were safe. The doubt you had no control of, telling you that he only wanted what he wanted and would take it from you even if you kicked and screamed in fight. Byproducts of a rough life. It's hard to learn trust when all you knew in life was pain. You were reeling at the absurdity of that feeling now blossoming under the attentions of a pirate captain of all people. You were sure there were stranger things to happen.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown x reader fanfiction #buggy one piece #buggy fanfiction

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yujo-nishimura · 1 year ago

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The Escape - Part 6

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A group of indigenous people, adorned in vibrant attire and armed with spears and shields, have taken control of the situation. Their coordinated efforts have resulted in the capture of most of Buggy's crew.

Half of them have been tied to a post at what seems to be the marketplace of the little village. The other half is sitting in a giant pot, probably getting ready to be cooked. As they try to escape the pot, their screams fill the air. Buggy's breaths come in ragged gasps, his shock palpable as he grapples with the horrific sight before him.

“What shall we do?” you whisper to Buggy, knowing he will need your help to rescue them. “Y/n, can you see the little package over there?” Buggy points towards the town post where half of his crew is tied to, unconscious and not moving. Down to their feet is a little package tied together, in turquoise and flesh color. It has the same color as Buggys clothes and you immediately recognize what this is - the rest of his body tied together like a little christmas present.

“Can you run, grab it and bring it back to me?” “This sounds like a suicide mission!” you moan and try to find any signs in his face that he is just joking. Unfortunately he is dead serious. And you realize there is no better plan at hand now - he cannot run as fast as you and without his full body he won't be able to fight either. You see the determination in his eyes and you can hear his crew pleading for help. There is no time to lose. “Count on me!”, you say and Buggys face turns into deep admiration you have seen before when you rescued him from the sea king. You feel somehow deeply moved when he looks at you like this. But now you have no time to lose, you untie the bags from your hip to be faster and get in position to run and grab the package.

With a last deep inhale you sprint forward, out of the bushes, towards the post, it is probably just a short stretch of 20 meters, but your heart is racing and it feels endless. None of the crew has realized yet that you were there, but some of the indigenous people have, they yell out to each other in their language, probably warning each other about you being an intruder. You run and pant, almost there, 10 more meters, now someone from the crew has recognized you, a giant lion who is captured in the cooking pot is roaring. 5 meters, you can feel now that some of the indigenous people have decided to follow you, probably realizing that you try to steal some of their captured treasures. You leap forward and grab the package, a soft and wiggling bundle of legs and arms. You cannot hide the disgust in your face - devil fruit powers are indeed the most weird powers you have come across on the grandline. Thinking of Buggy and how you have promised him to help him you hold on tight to the package and turn around - all you need to do now is just a quick sprint back!

Three of the indigenous people have come after you and are now standing in front of you, spears aimed directly at you.

"Shit!" you exclaim, your mind racing as you swiftly assess the situation. With a sense of urgency, you frantically search for a potential escape route, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any possible avenue to evade the imminent danger.

Your gaze lands on a narrow path to your left, seemingly offering a slim chance to outmaneuver the indigenous people. Without hesitation, you make the split-second decision to take that route, driven by the hope that your speed will grant you an advantage in eluding them.

The tribe's people are still quicker. One also leaps forward and catches you by the hip. You struggle and fall, another one is pinning you down by sitting on your legs immediately. You scream and feel pain as you fall directly on your face.

“Y/N! Untie the package!” you can hear Buggy yell, he has left his hideout, coming towards you. “Buggy!”, you whimper in pain, shoving the package of his limbs in front of you, untying the bundle with your still free hands. As you finally lose the last knot, one of the indigenous people grabs your hands and forces them on your back, you let out another painful moan, unable to move. But you can see that the limbs you have freed just now start moving and flying towards their owner - Buggys face lights up, he stands still now, reattaching all his body parts to his former full self.

The indigenous people stop and gaze, not believing what they see in front of them. Finally the crew has recognized the arrival of their captain and you can hear “Captain Buggy!” shouts coming from the pot, full of cheer and hope, convinced their rescue is near.

In a blink of an eye, Buggy undergoes a dramatic transformation, reverting to his complete self. As you take in his new appearance, a mixture of surprise and admiration washes over you. Not only is he a charismatic clown, but he also possesses an impressive physique. Without a moment's hesitation, Buggy springs into action. With a swift motion, he separates both of his fists, revealing a collection of gleaming knives held within his grasp. The left fist hurtles towards you, connecting with precision to knock out the tribesman pinning you down, freeing you from his grip. You immediately get up, giving a final kick towards the third tribesman standing next to you, too surprised to react to what is happening around him.

Buggy's other fist flies towards the big pot and the tribesman surrounding it, you can see how the knives wound one after another, unable to protect the pot they all fall down like flies. Sensing the opportunity to rescue the trapped crew members, you waste no time. With an adrenaline-fueled determination, you rush towards the pot, your eyes scanning the surroundings for a means to free them. A ladder catches your attention, conveniently positioned nearby. Without hesitation, you snatch it up and hastily prop it against the towering cooking device.

Your voice rings out in a commanding shout, urging the captive crew members to make their escape with utmost haste.

Now with the danger of the tribesman gone, you can see the giant lion jumping out of the pot, shaking off the water like a dog coming from a lake.

"Y/N, watch out!" Buggy's urgent voice pierces through the chaos, snapping your attention to the approaching tribesmen. Panic surges within you as their figures draw nearer.

Reacting with lightning speed, Buggy once again outpaces his adversaries. He detaches his upper body, swiftly seizing you by the hip and propelling you out of harm's way before the attackers can reach you. Time seems to slow as you momentarily soar through the air, cocooned within his protective grasp. You blush, being held by his strong arms.

With a gentle touchdown, Buggy sets you safely back on your feet beside his legs. As he reattaches his body, you catch your breath, grateful for his swift action that averted any harm befalling you.

Buggy instructs you to stay in that spot. With the assistance of his crew, he embarks on a fierce battle against the remaining captors.

Exhausted and overwhelmed with relief, you sink to your knees, the weight of the ordeal settling upon you. Gratitude swells within your heart, knowing that this fight has reached a favorable conclusion for both you and Buggy. The sense of immense relief permeates the air, mingling with the echoes of victory.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #long fanfic #long reads

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rorywritesjunk · 1 year ago

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For these foamy green hills are but saltwater desert

Richie, Mohji's lion, isn't doing so well. The crew end up at a small island with a dwindling population to seek help and Buggy meets Midori, the mayor who is far more stubborn and trusting with his crew than he can really comprehend.

Rating: PG-13, gonna have smut at some point later though. Warnings: Buggy being obnoxious, of course. I'd call this a fast paced slow burn. It takes the place over the course of the week and days are split into two chapters. There's also some drama and other pirates. A/N: Full confession. I honestly wrote this because I have been watching the anime and Richie is one of the best characters. Do I know a lot about the anime? No. Is some of this chaotic and characters OOC? Of course! It's a fanfic. Is it self indulgent? Hell yes. I had fun writing this and wanted to share it. Also, I wrote this more with anime!Buggy in mind since we don't get to see Richie in the live action. Title comes from the song "Dryad's Promise" by Tricky Pixie.

Chapter 3

Day 2 pt 1

Buggy woke up the next morning to the most horrific screaming coming from the barn. He heard the roaring from Richie, and he quickly threw the covers off his bed and rushed outside wearing just his pants, hoping he wasn’t about to come across something gruesome. Midori couldn’t have seriously gone to see Richie without anyone, right? He knew Mohji was staying in the barn with the lion, but that idiot was a heavy sleeper. He wouldn’t hear Richie wake up, or hear the barn door, and probably wasn’t aware his lion was eating their host.

He ran to the barn as fast as he could, a look of horror on his face as he saw Richie on top of Midori. She was thrashing around underneath him, trying to fight him off, no doubt being stubborn about dying from a lion attack.

But as Buggy got up to them, the screams were now giggles and Richie was no longer roaring but purring, nuzzling his large face against Midori, nearly crushing her into the ground. She was trying to push him off while laughing, grabbing at his ears playfully and giving them a tug.

“You silly cat, get off me!” She insisted as he gave her a face lick before finally getting off her. She stuck her tongue out at him and wiped her face with her sleeve. “C’mon, I know you’re excited. I got a cow in the small pasture around the barn for you.”

“What the hell is this?!” Buggy shouted, startling them both. Richie hid behind Midori. It was almost comical if Buggy didn’t think he was about to deal with a corpse a few minutes before that. “Y-You could have been killed!”

“I woke up to him yowling.” Midori explained way too calmly as she reached back to rub Richie’s nose. “I guess Mohji is a heavy sleeper, huh? Poor kitty wanted out of the barn so I came down to let him out. I guess he’s already feeling better because he practiced his pouncing on me.”

Buggy couldn’t wrap his brain around this. Richie, that fearsome lion, playfully attacking Midori like he was some little kitten? And she was fine with it? She survived the crushing weight of the large creature and laughed about it. This woman was insane and Buggy wasn’t sure if he could handle an entire week in her home.

Midori led Richie around the barn and Buggy followed after her. He could see the grass stains and mud all over her nightgown, and there were some leaves sticking out of her hair. Richie perked up seeing the cow in the pasture. The cow wasn’t old enough to be on her last legs, but she had definitely seen better days. Midori opened the pasture gate for him and he crept in, body low to the ground as he began to stalk his prey. She shut the gate and started heading back to the house, Buggy following after her in a stunned silence.

She let him into her house first and put her hand on his lower back to direct him to the kitchen table to sit. Besides sleeping or eating, this was the quietest he had been so far. And to her surprise, he allowed her to touch him, her hand grabbing his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze before she made her way to the stove. He wanted to feel that again, her hand on his bare skin like that, but he shook his head to clear it. No, no. He couldn’t think that way. Instead his hand grabbed hers, and she turned to face him, expecting to see it unattached from his body, but it was him grabbing her, pulling her back toward him as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“You could have been killed.” He told her gruffly. “What would have happened to your village if their mayor was killed by pirates? Huh?”

She didn’t pull away from him, instead focusing her gaze on his eyes. She swallowed heavily and shrugged. “I don’t fear your lion, nor do I fear you. If he had attacked me with intent to kill then it would have happened and your crew could have full reign of this place, doing whatever you please, but since that overgrown kitten trusts me for some reason, as does Mohji, I had no fear of him when I saw him this morning.” She finally pulled away from him. “Why did you come running in a panic?”

“B-Because I didn’t want to have to deal with your corpse first thing in the morning!” He told her angrily, his voice wavering as the adrenaline coursing through his body finally crashed. He fell back into his chair, almost slumping down to the ground if Midori hadn’t caught him and pushed him back into it. She used her body to keep him up, hands gripping the seat on either side of his thighs while she stood between his legs. She carefully moved one of her hands off the seat and reached up to pat his cheek gently. She hoped no one came up to the window or door at that moment because it was certainly an interesting sight. Buggy, shirtless and slumped back in a chair while she hovered over him in just a nightgown.

“Buggy? Captain?” She asked softly. “You okay? I didn’t mean to scare you, don’t die on me in here from… whatever it is you can die from. Shock, frustration? I don’t even know.” She sighed and patted his cheek a little harder. “C’monnnnn.”

He grabbed her hand and moved it away from his face with an annoyed huff. “Stop that. I’m not dead.”

Buggy took a moment to realize what was going on. She was almost in his lap. Her one hand was still gripping the side of his chair next to his thigh while her other hand was near his face. She was still between his legs, and he was feeling a bit uncomfortable with how close she was. The nightgown she was wearing was a thin material, he could feel her body heat, almost comforting, but he didn’t want to be that close to her. He pushed her away from him and looked away.

“I’m fine.” He muttered. Midori studied him for a moment, wanting to be sure he really was okay before she went to the stove to heat up some water for coffee. “I’ve been here barely one day and you’ve almost killed me once. Do I have to worry about my life when I’m around you?”

She looked back at him. Was this an attempt at humor and making conversation? Midori opened the cupboard to grab two mugs down from the shelf, but his hand beat her to it, setting them on the counter for her. She shrugged as she made sure they were clean of dust. “Hopefully not. I’ll try not to accidentally kill you by petting Richie or overfeeding you.” She grinned as she looked inside one of the mugs before wiping it again. “No promises, Captain.”

He put his elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand as he watched her. “Y’don’t have to keep calling me Captain… you’re not on my crew.”

“Yea?” Midori grinned. “I can call you Buggy then?”

“Only when we’re alone.” He warned her. “Around the crew it’s still Captain.”

“What about around Richie?” She asked with a cheeky grin. He glared at her and pointed his finger at her, waving it at her as to make a point.

“Even around Richie!”

“Fine, fine.” She chuckled. “I’ll make sure to mind my tongue, Buggy.”

The crew had yet to drink the place dry and they had now been there 24 hours. Buggy finally recovered from the morning’s excitement, and he chewed Mohji out regarding keeping a better eye on Richie. The lion had definitely perked up since arriving on the island, and with Mohji’s assistance, Midori had the townsfolk - all 14 of them - come up to meet Richie, with the understanding that he was there to recuperate and he wouldn’t bother them or their animals.

Buggy stood nearby with his arms crossed, glowering at the group as Midori hoisted a small child up to pet Richie. The lion basked in the attention and Mohji had a huge smile on his face, no doubt relieved at his friend’s improving condition.

“Okay, that was all, everyone!” Midori announced. “Thank you for coming to the town meeting. I’ll see you at the end of the week for the feast!”

Several of the crew perked up at the mention of the word ‘feast’. They were leaving at the end of the week, would they get to participate? The mayor noticed the way they were looking at her and she laughed. “I’ll make sure we have enough food for you guys as well. It’s a fun thing we do every few months, and it’s even better since we have guests!” She looked over at Buggy. “If that’s alright with you, of course, Captain. I would like to extend an invite to your entire crew for the feast.”

He grumbled and looked away, not making eye contact with any of them, even though the crew was looking at him with the same expression Richie and Mohji gave him the day before about staying on land. “Fine, fine! We’ll come to the feast.”

The crew cheered. Midori smiled.

Buggy took time to explore the island by himself. It wasn’t large by any means and he couldn’t see any way to get lost. There were trees, some hills, and a stream that ran through it from one end to the other. There were birds and small critters that ran about, but no predators, unless he counted Richie who he saw no less than five times, running around the trees excitedly with Mohji nowhere to be seen. Since Midori allowed Richie free reign of the island, it allowed Mohji some time to himself. Buggy didn’t think his first mate needed time to himself, but apparently he did, because he was nowhere to be seen in the forest while Richie sniffed at some birds that were perched on a log.

Buggy sighed and kept walking.

The mayor was also on his mind and he… he didn’t like that. He didn’t want to think about her. He couldn’t understand her. Why was she insistent on staying on the island even if everyone else left? She mentioned a family was planning on leaving, literally taking away half of the island’s population. What kept her from wanting to leave, and why did it bother him so much?

She was ridiculously stubborn as well, not to mention an idiot from what happened that morning with Richie. She was too trusting around the animal, and far too trusting around Buggy and his crew. They were pirates, they were supposed to be terrifying, but they just got invited to a feast at the end of the week like it was nothing.

And then being in her nightgown this morning around him, touching him, checking on him, making sure he was okay when she was the one knocked on her back by the giant cat. He hated how warm she felt next to him, and he wondered if she felt that way all the time or was it just from the excitement of the morning? What would it feel like to be skin to skin with her, wake up next to her in bed, touch her-

He stopped in his tracks and slapped his cheeks repeatedly. He was not thinking of someone he just met like that. He let out a frustrated shriek and kicked a rock out of his path. He was supposed to be exploring and relaxing, not thinking about her. She frustrated him, challenged him, and he couldn’t believe how much stubbornness was inside one person. He didn’t want to even have another conversation with her because he would just get frustrated by her again.

Maybe he needed to stay on the ship for the remainder of their stay, but then he wouldn’t get the meals she made, and she was a decent cook. He wondered how she felt about him, though. She said she didn’t fear him, was that true or was it just talk? She seemed more… amused by him than anything, no way intimidated by his actions or how he spoke to her. She just giggled or laughed, and admittedly, he was getting used to her laugh by now. She did it as much as talking.

He hated that he was already getting used to this place after a day.

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