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[pumpkin-spice-whump]

Reap the Harvest - Part 5

I wrote something!!! kind of a chaos post but i wrote and posted something!!!

CWs: idrk how to cw this... prison setting, arrest, classism and essential slavery of a fantasy race. idk if you think of smth lmk

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Rayleigh wrung her hands, pacing back and forth in their small living room. “Their shift only went to three, Dan,” she said. “Where are they?”

The digital clock on the wall read four fifteen. Colin and Bridger left early that morning, Colin was excited to be out of the house after his first major harvest. Bridger was begrudging, as he always was. It broke Rayleigh’s heart to see her son hating every day because of his job… but what could she do? She had applied many times to get it changed, but it was always refused.

“Daniel?”

“I don’t know!” he shouted. He put his hand over his mouth, looking at their front door where they knew the camera in the hallway could hear him. 

That’s how they did it at Rockmire Hills. They had the illusion of protection with their own apartments they could have ‘privacy’ in, all while the cameras and guards were just outside ready to reprimand them for any infraction.

“I don’t know, Rayleigh,” Daniel said, quieter. “Listen, maybe… maybe there was an emergency harvest and the boys had to cover for someone. Or - or stay late. There’s no reason to panic now when we don’t know everything. Alright? So let’s just sit and wait for some news.”

But Rayleigh knew it wasn’t that. She could feel it, deep in her bones. She didn’t immediately panic, those were her first thoughts too, but it had been over an hour! It wouldn’t take them an hour to clean an extra room or do an extra shift. Not when there’s two of them.

Rayleigh was their mother. She knew something wasn’t right.

But she nodded anyway, giving her husband a wobbly smile and a tight hug. There was nothing she could do either way.

The knock on the door came not even ten minutes later.

A guard stood in the hallway, baton and handcuffs on his belt. Even with his hands clasped in front of him, the sight of the weapons made Rayleigh nervous. Daniel put a hand on Rayleigh’s shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Sharpe?”

Rayleigh felt her stomach drop to the floor. “Yes,” she whispered.

“It’s my duty to tell you that your sons Bridger and Colin Sharpe have been taken into the custody of the Rockmire Hills Law Enforcement.”

Rayleigh let out a strangled dry sob before putting her hand over her mouth. The guard gave her a disgusted look.

“For what?” Daniel asked, tightening his grip on his wife’s shoulder. “What have they done?”

“That’s classified.”

“Can we see them?”

“It’s not permitted. They may be transferred out of Rockmire Hills in the coming days.”

“What?!” Rayleigh felt tears of anger and fear fall down her face. “What do you mean they’ll be transferred?!”

“That’s all the information I have. You can call the Law Enforcement offices tomorrow and get more information.”

And then he left. He came to their house and told them the worst news they had ever had in their lives and then left, just like that. It meant nothing to him.

Rayleigh closed the door and dell into her husbands arms, sobbing. “Where will they take them?” she wept. “What did they do?!”

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Okay so Colin messed up. He knew that now. Well, he got the message when the doors locked them in OR and Bridger went near catatonic.

Bridger had asked him, What have you done? and Colin didn’t really know how to respond in that moment. It was when the guards came in the OR and took them both away in handcuffs that Colin knew Oh I royally effed up, that’s what I did.

So now he and Bridger were sitting side by side in the cell in the Law Enforcement Office of Rockmire Hills. Everyone in the office was human, no Crops, and Colin could feel their hateful stares without even having to look up.

The worst part was that they were still handcuffed. In the cell. What was the point of that?

“Hey,” Colin whispered, “Bridge.”

Bridger was leaned back against the wall behind them, eyes closed and jaw tight. He knew what was happening right now, and Colin needed to know. It was bad, he knew that much.

“Bridge, what’s going on? Why are we here?”

“Quiet!” the guard outside yelled. 

Bridger flinched, smacking his head against the wall. He sighed and leaned forward instead, awkwardly since his hands were trapped behind himself. Colin scooted closer and leaned forward too.

“What’s going on? Is it because of what I said?”

“Of course it is!” Bridger hissed. He nervously glanced at the guard posted outside but he either didn’t hear or didn’t care. “Colin I told you. You can’t say things like that. They can hear you.”

“So? I mean, I knew that but I didn’t think--”

“No. You didn’t. Look the facility isn’t how you think it is. Not everything is meant to be good for us.”

Yeah, he got that. But why? “What’s the point?”

Bridger sighed and looked Colin in the eyes. Had he always looked so tired, or was it just because they were arrested for seemingly no reason?

“Have you ever tried to fight back?” Bridger asked, so quiet Colin almost didn’t hear him.

“No. I haven’t.”

“It’s never even crossed your mind right? They don’t want it to.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“The guards. The doctors, the Administration. Humans don’t want it to cross our minds. We’re the only reason a lot of them are alive. They can’t have us leave. So they make it impossible.”

Colin’s eyebrows furrowed. “Impossible? How?”

“Where are we Colin? Right now. Tell me where we are.”

“Yeah okay I get it.” He sighed and leaned back, staring at the camera in the corner of the cell. Actually there was a camera in two corners. Great.

He’d never fought back. Bridger was right, the thought had never crossed his mind. Colin had tried and tried to convince himself that he enjoyed what he was doing, that it was heroic and made him a better person. For the most part he’d succeeded because he did know that being a Crop helped people.

Why did he think that they could leave if they wanted? That they could just opt out of all they were meant for? Outside of Harvest Facilities, Crops meant nothing. Someone like Colin? He’d be totally and completely worthless out there.

But how was he supposed to know that the thoughts weren’t even allowed?

The office doors opened and none other than the Administrator herself walked in.

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Bridger had met the Administrator once, just like most other Crops, when he graduated from school. Just a quick handshake and a ‘Congratulations’ and he was on his way. It was exciting at the time. She helped run every single thing in Rockmire Hills, which held tens of thousands of Crops. It was one of the biggest Facilities in the country, so it was not a light job to take on.

Yet she never showed a single indication that it stressed her in the slightest.

She walked into the office, smiling and greeting the guards and officers like they were old friends. Her short heels clacked loudly against the floor, demanding her presence be known.

Bridger stood up immediately, and Colin followed soon after, head lowered and eyebrows furrowed.

“Ah, these are the little troublemakers?” she asked. Her voice sounded warm. It scared Bridger.

“Yes, Madam. Bridger and Colin Sharpe,” the guard answered.

“Which one’s which?”

Bridger lifted his gaze to see the woman standing before them was staring he and his brother down, expecting them to answer. He cleared his throat. “I’m Bridger, Madam. My brother is Colin.”

To Bridger’s surprise, Colin kept his head down, just nodding to the Administrator. Maybe he was learning a thing or two about respect. A little late, but still.

“Nice to meet you two. Can we uncuff them please? I don’t want to talk to them while they’re tied up like animals.”

Bridger breathed a sigh of relief when they were finally uncuffed. Maybe she’ll help us. This will be good for us.

The Administrator brought in a chair and gestured for the brothers to sit, doing the same. She crossed her legs, sighing and shaking her head good-naturedly.

“So, Sharpes, I understand that you have been saying some pretty disturbing things today. What exactly is this about?”

They both stayed quiet. Bridger cleared his throat again, wiping his hands on his pants and glancing up at the Administrator.

“Nothing really,” he said quietly. “Just a misunderstanding Colin had. It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiled. “This is your second offense, Bridger. No?”

He swallowed, the weight of Colin’s stare heavy against him. “That’s correct, Madam.”

“And now your brother is following in your footsteps. Not really a good dynamic to have. Don’t you think?”

“Excuse me--”

No, shut up!

“What do you mean this is Bridger’s second offense? What did he do?”

The Administrator raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “You hadn’t heard? Well it’s good to know your brother can follow some rules. Let’s just say this wasn’t his first thought of insurrection.”

“Insurrection?”

“It’s not important right now, Colin --”

“I’d say it is,” the Administrator interrupted. “I’d say it’s important and very very concerning. A first offense is rare and upsetting enough, but a second? And getting your brother involved too? Extremely concerning, Bridger Sharpe.”

“I’m sorry, Madam.” Bridger’s blood pressure wouldn’t stop rising. He thought he would pass out. Or throw up. Or both. He wanted to go home. “I -- I promise this will never happen again.”

“No. It won’t.” The smile didn’t fall from her face, the warm tone never turned cold and calculating like Bridger thought it would. She stayed cheerful and welcoming and understanding. It was sickening. “You need to understand why we don’t tolerate these things. We cannot have Crops with your … ideals tainting the culture here at Rockmire Hills. Such a thing is just unacceptable. Do you understand?”

Bridger felt himself nod. Colin shook his head.

“Well. You’re officially under arrest. You’ll be booked and charged. And…” she turned to the guard behind her. “I’m so sorry your name has escaped me.”

“Henson, Madam.”

“Of course. Forgive me. Henson here will take you two to the basement until more long term plans are made.”

They sat in stunned silence. They were being charged? Taken away? What was the basement? What did she mean long term plans?!

The guard - Henson - walked into the cell and began to cuff them again.

“What - what about our parents?” Colin asked as his arms were wrenched behind him. “We’re all they have.”

“Oh.” She brought her hand up to her chin and stared off as if in deep thought. “I suppose they’ll just have to live with the disappointment.”

Bridger had never seen such fear in Colin’s eyes.

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[moonydustx]

Thought for the day - I believe there are two types of boys in One Piece in their relationships with girls, let me explain.

There are those where, outsiders, would never say that the two of you are in a relationship. You walk steps apart, exchanging only the essentials of words between you. However, anyone who looked closely could see that many times, some favors were done just for you, that his eyes always seemed to follow you at every step, protecting you even from afar. It was the type of situation in which the person who dared to mess with you would barely know where the blow would come from. However, when the two of you are alone, prepare for a clingy pair. He loves to make up for all the moments away when it's just the two of you - he holds you in bed for a few more minutes, stealing several kisses before facing the reality of the day, he always offers to accompany you on your explorations, just so he can drag you to hidden places in the city and enjoy the time alone, he will love you (aka fuck) as if that were the last night he would have you in their bed, after all, the next day, you both would just be crewmates again.

Law, Zoro, Marco, Killer, Katakuri, Mihawk, Smoker, Rob Lucci, Sabo (u can't tell me this loverboy wouldn't be the clingest guy in the alone time)

These people practically have your name tied to their existence. He don't exist without remembering your name immediately, accompanied by a smile, after all, anyone who saw - even if they didn't know you two - would know that you were made for each other - even if you are copies of each other's personality or are completely the opposite - you spark something in him that is sharp. They are super protective, yes, but they don't need to worry about following you far away, they know that no one would have enough balls to mess with his girl. Whenever they got into trouble, they immediately asked you for help after all you were one of the people he trusted most. With everyone already knowing about the two of you, he didn't need to make an effort to hide something, whether when he walked hand in hand with you, when he took the lead and asked who dared to interfere with their partner, or when they took advantage of any time free to love you (again, aka fuck) in a messy way, leaving marks and not sparing the noise. After all, everyone already knew that you belonged together.

Luffy, Crocodile, Ace, Kid, Sanji, Katakuri (he can be both versions, I'm sorry whoever disagrees), Franky, Shanks, Rayleigh, Buggy, Sabo (again, this sweetie fits for any side here)

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a/n: I don't think anyone was missing, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them here

[swampstew]

Dark King Brat Tamer

Summary: Inspired by this gif submitted by @indydonuts (sorry I prematurely deleted the ask and couldn't find the original!)

Warnings: Silvers Dark King Rayleigh X F! Reader, modernish AU, consent is implied, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, vaginal penetration/fingering.

Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

“You’re a real brat,” ice cubes clinked in your glasses as Rayleigh set his drink down. Rising to his feet, he caged you in your seat with an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Don’t condescend to me, you’re not my dad,” you stuck your tongue out at him, refusing to surrender to the tingling in your stomach at the escalating tension. Every conversation with him turned into this – face to face battles to see who would break first.

Who would make the first move.

“No, I would have taught you better manners. However, I’m not above giving some course correction, and I definitely use the spanking method for brattiness.”

“You wish your hands could spank this ass,” you flit your dilating eyes away, trying to suppress the excitement glowing on your cheeks at the thought of his large, worn hands running up your body.

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

Rayleigh’s dark eyes widened at the accusation, aghast that you thought so highly of him.

“That’s the thing Y/N, you don’t know me that well,” his body shifted so fast you almost missed him, had you blinked your eyes.

One moment, he was standing in front of you and the next he had taken your seat and sprawled your body over his thighs. A sudden crack in the air followed the sharp slap against your cheek, the feeling of blood pooling in the area was soothed with a heavy hand that gently rubbed the spot.

“You don’t know me at all.”

You let out a gasp as you felt his hand caress the globe of your ass, lowering to the peak where your thighs met. Your ruffled skirt hid his hand as he slipped it under the fabric to feel you better.

Pressing the pad of his finger against your clothed core, your excitement from his touch had left a gooey spot that leaked through. Rayleigh teased his fingers between your covered lips repeatedly before pushing down on the button of your clitoris, which caused your hips to buck. He didn’t stop, grounding his palm against your aching center, pushing the panty aside so he could lubricate his hand.

With the easy access, he started sinking his fingers deep into your cunt until each long digit was soaked with your essence. Watching him lick them made your mouth water until you let out a low whimper for more.

Casting you a proud glance, “Oh does the brat want something?”

You let out a huffed pout, refusing to give him a real answer.

Another crack, your ass cheeks clapped from the force and your throat betrayed you as you let out a mewling yelp.

“Speak up, I’m an old man you know!”

Another smack, but this time his hand was under your skirt as he massaged your puckered flesh. With a gentle nudge of his fingers, your thighs parted slightly and his hand slid down your slit.

Rayleigh let out a low whistle at the pool of slick that had dribbled out of you. The whistle caused some heads to turn at you both, but a single glare from the legend was enough to make all voyeurs around the small, darkened dive bar pass out. Bar tender included.

“Now, where was I?” the lilt in his voice made your body squirm. “Oh right, you were going to say something?”

No the fuck you weren’t. You were many things, and a quitter wasn’t one of them.

Instead, you gave him a challenging smirk.

“Ohhh, you’re in some desperate need of house breaking…” he growled, spreading your legs wider.

Hopeful that he would touch you more, you didn’t expect what came next. Stinging rippled between your legs and the shout you let out echoed in the silent bar.

Rayliegh’s thumb gently rubbed your swollen clit from the mean slap he gave it.

“Let’s try that again. Does the brat have something to say?” “Y-y-yeeeessssss sirrr❤️~”

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling The Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 19

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28 hours.

Those were Law’s least favorite shifts.  Where his bedroom was a temporary call room with a stiff twin-size mattress and a single flat pillow, and where his companion was his hospital pager and not the warmth of your body next to his.  Not like he got much sleep to begin with, not with his pager going off in the ungodly hours of the morning due to the sheer spontaneity of cardiac events.

After 28 long, grueling hours, the warmth of the summer sun finally graced the skin of his exhausted face as he stepped through the hospital’s entrance doors and walked through the parking lot to his car, placing his work bag in the passenger seat.  Normally, he’d head straight home to hold you in his arms and bury his face in the flesh of your belly where you were the most soft and warm, but today he had a different plan.  From the inside of his bag, he procured a small box, placing it securely in the empty cup holder below the center console before putting his car into gear and driving to his destination.

It didn’t take him too long to get across the city where he miraculously found street parking in front of his destination.  He placed the box safely inside the pocket of his slacks, reaching into his car’s ashtray to procure a few coins for the parking meter.  Stepping out of his car and onto the sidewalk, he gazed at the sign of the building in front of him.

SABAODY’S JEWELERS

A longtime, family owned business known for their exceptional craftsmanship of handmade jewelry, Law was very familiar with the owners.  After all, it was where he had your engagement ring made.  He palmed the box in his pocket as he took a deep breath and walked through the entrance.

A black-haired older woman sat behind the front counter, casually flipping through a newspaper as she moved an unlit cigarette around her lips.  Her sharp, analytical eyes darted upward at the sound of the bell on the door signaling Law’s entrance.  She smiled upon seeing the man, folding the newspaper and uncrossing her legs to stand from the stool she was perched on.

“Trafalgar Law, it’s been a minute!  How’ve you been?”  She excitedly leaned over the counter, her v-neck tank top revealing a bit more cleavage than Law was comfortable with, but he smiled fondly at her enthusiasm.

“I’ve been well, Shakky, thanks.  How’s Rayleigh?”  The man kept his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with the box.

“Oh you know, can’t get him to sit down.  Not even for a moment,” Shakky joked, removing the unlit cigarette from her lips and placing it on a small napkin behind the checkout register.  “How’s the wife?”

Law’s smile grew a bit wider at the mention of you.  “We could be better, that’s kind of what I came in here for.”

The older woman’s eyebrows quirked upward in confusion as she watched Law pull the small box from his pocket, opening it and placing it on the counter.  Inside was a tiny plastic bag filled about halfway with a dusty, gray powder.

“Are those…” she started.

“Ashes,” Law replied, finishing her sentence for her.  “We’ve… uhm… we’ve been having some fertility issues, to keep the story short.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” her voice was quiet and apologetic as she stared down at the tiny bag.  It seemed she picked up on what the ashes were from almost immediately, making Law relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain any further, not thrilled about reliving the sight of his dead baby in a bedpan.

“I was wondering if you would be able to make these into two pieces, I’m thinking of a ring and a necklace.  I don’t really know how jewelry works, but I figured you’d be able to come up with some ideas,” he offered, keeping his hand on the box as if to protect it.

Shakky’s eyes lit up at the prospect.  “Of course I could, I’ve done many cremation pieces before.  Do you mind if I take a look at them?”  She made a small motion towards the box, catching on to the way Law’s fingers remained positioned around the tiny bag to snatch it away for safekeeping.

He pushed it forward, wordlessly giving her permission.  Shakky’s long fingers gently picked up the bag from inside of the box.  It was astronomically tiny, the small amount of ashes barely being more than a teaspoon in size.  Her heart clenched at the sight.  She was always so fond of you and Law, owing the heart surgeon a great deal for assisting with treating her own husband’s atrial fibrillation.  To think that such a sweet couple have had to go through something so traumatic, it made her soul weep at the thought.

“I have a fantastic idea,” she piped up, looking at Law.  “Come with me to the back, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

Law followed her as she rounded the counter and trekked through her small storefront, past display tables full of handmade bracelets, earrings, and necklaces.  She pushed open a metal door in the far back of the shop, entering what Law presumed to be her workshop, or at least a small part of it.  He watched as she placed the box with the ashes down onto the countertop before she approached a small plastic storage container and procured a tiny fabric drawstring bag.  She emptied it into the palm of her hand, revealing a small, simple gold ring band with a flat, circular pendant in the middle.

“This was an experiment I was doing with plant ashes, so it’s not for sale, but I’d be able to do something like this.  I melted down glass, mixed the ashes into the glass, and cooled and shaped it to fit into the face of this ring, similar to a gemstone.  I’m able to change the color of the glass depending on what you might want,” she explained, moving the ring around under the light so Law could get a good look at the details.  “Considering how there’s… well… not many ashes, I think this might be the best choice.”

The tiny piece of jewelry was indeed quite beautiful, even if it was just an artistic test.  The way the ashes were embedded into the colorful glass gave it a quartz-like appearance that glittered under the fluorescent lights of Shakky’s work room.

“What kind of colors can you do?” he asked, officially intrigued.

“All kinds, but I typically do white and blue for glass pieces,” she offered.  “The blue is a light, sky blue color, similar to an aquamarine.”

Law nodded, contemplating.  “Are you able to do one that’s more plain?”

“I’m able to do whatever your little heart wants,” she teased.

The black-haired man grinned.  “Can you do blue glass for the ring and white for the necklace?  The necklace is for me,” he asked, tracing his collarbone with the pads of his fingers.

Shakky smiled from ear to ear, clutching her test ring in her palm as she excitedly nodded.  “Law, dear, I’d be honored to do this for you and your wife.  If you want to hang around, I can have them done in about two hours.”

“That quick?” he asked, exasperated.  “I don’t want you to have to drop your current work just for me.”

“Boy, did you see me doing work when you walked in?  If you call doing the daily crossword ‘work’ then I’m concerned about what you do on your breaks!”  She tossed a joking smile at the man as she slipped her test ring back into its fabric bag, placing it back into the storage container it came from.

“I’ll meet you by the front to pay–” Law began before Shakky cut him off.

“Nope, on the house.”

“Shakky, this is work,” he argued.

“It might be, but this is special for you and your wife.  Consider this part of a gift from me for all you’ve done for myself and my family,” she said, her words laced with tenderness.  “If you really want to repay me so badly, bring me a six pack later tonight before I close.”

Law smirked.  “You got yourself a deal.”

Shakky sealed their arrangement with a hearty, friendly smack to his shoulder, making him wince slightly.  She was far stronger than her outward appearance let on.  “See you in two hours, kid.”

Law exited her back room, making his way past her various display tables and shelves to the front of the store before exiting out the front.  He pulled his phone from his pocket, navigating to your contact and calling your cell phone.

It rang about three times before the receiver clicked and your voice spoke through the speaker.

[Hi, baby!  Are you on your way home?]

Law thought you must have had some form of supernatural ability, the way your voice was able to consistently brighten his day every time he heard you.  “I’m actually downtown, are you free right now?”

Small shuffling sounds could be heard in the background.  [Once I’m done cleaning out the cabinets I will be!  Do you wanna meet somewhere?]

The man chuckled.  “Why are you cleaning out the cabinets?”

[I was bored and didn’t want to be alone with my own thoughts.]  You had a point.

“Well stop cleaning, meet me at Cafe Brook.  I want to see you,” he chided through the phone, his voice giving away the smile on his face as he spoke to you.

[Aye aye, captain!  I’ll see you in a bit, I love you!]

“Love you, too, baby,” he replied before the call was cut off.  He shoved his phone into his pocket and began the short walk to the agreed upon location.

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Law was waiting outside the restaurant for you and grinned as you approached, a sundress adorning your body and your bag slung over your shoulder as you walked with a slight skip in your step.  While your husband wasn’t much for PDA, that didn’t stop you from taking his hands in yours and pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Hi,” you said with a small giggle.

“Hi,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the small cafe.

It was late in the morning nearing the end of the brunch hour, so many of the tables were empty leaving you and Law with a wonderful table in the corner by the sunlit window.  You hung your bag on the back of your chair before you took your seat, adjusting your dress under your legs while Law immediately took a sip of the complimentary tap water on the table.

“This was such a nice surprise!” you said, jovially.  “Why were you downtown?”

Your husband shrugged, keeping his smile content, trying to hold in what he was scheming.  “Just had to run some errands, that’s all.”

You rested your head in the palm of your hand on the table, your eyes gazing at him knowingly.  “You’re not trying to surprise me, are you?”

“I would never.  You don’t need surprises,” he replied, tossing a mischievous smirk at you.

You laughed, poking your tongue out at him.  “Well, whatever you were doing, I’m always happy to get brunch with you.  Especially after such a long shift… how was it, by the way?”  Your own hand clutched your cup of water, your fingers releasing some of the condensation and causing droplets of water to flow down the outside of the glass.

Law groaned as a response to your question, making you smile sympathetically.  “28 hours of pain,” he griped.  “Everyone always waits until three in the morning to have urgent health issues.”

You reached your hand across the table to pat his forearm.  He responded by adjusting his arm so his hand could hold yours.  “Well, now you have two days off!”

A waiter came by and passed out some small paper menus, but the two of you almost immediately decided on what to order.  A plate of curly fries to split, a hearty breakfast sampler for Law after having eaten very little in the last 28 hours, and a toasted blueberry muffin for you.  A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you gazed around the interior of the restaurant.  The entire joint was trying to be old-school rock and roll themed, but it harshly clashed with the rustic wooden entryway and wall sidings.  The entire establishment was a strange cacophony of design choices, made even more humorous with the multiple posters and framed platinum records of the famed jazz musician Soul King Brook, who’s name was the inspiration for the establishment.  (No one actually knew if Brook had anything to do with the place, though.)

“Hey, remember how my friends came over last week and left that basket of stuff?” you asked, alerting Law’s worried attention from the frightening poster of the almost skeletonized pop star.

“Yeah, what about?” he asked, giving you his full regard.

“So I was actually texting Vivi again yesterday,” you stated.  “She gave me the names of a few counselors in the area who specialize with women’s health and pregnancy issues… and I think I’m going to try one of them out just to see what’s up.”

Law straightened his shoulders.  “That… sounds like a fantastic idea.”

“You think?” you asked, slightly nervous about his opinion.

“Of course, I think that’d be really good for you to help you adjust to everything that’s happened,” he clarified.

You smiled, feeling your chest flutter with his support.  “If my first appointment goes well, would you want to maybe come with me?” you asked.  “I mean… you know… you deserve support, too.”

Law felt his own chest clench at your words.  You were right, he was just as damaged as you were over the whole situation.  His mind flashed back to Shakky’s jewelry store, where the woman was most likely hunched over her work table shaping hot glass as they spoke.  He nodded slowly, albeit enthusiastically.  “I think that would help me a lot, if I went with you.”

“Even just to talk everything out with a professional,” you added, hoping to solidify his decision.

Your husband nodded once again.  “Exactly.”

The smile you gave to the man made his face flush with heat.  Your beaming grin, a sight he seemed to have missed more often since your second miscarriage, the smile that bore the heat of one thousand suns and yet filled his entire soul with the fuzzy comfort that only you could provide.  He fell in love with you more and more each time he saw that brilliant smile.

Your food came out from the kitchen and was passed toward you, Law’s mouth instantly beginning to salivate at the sight of the greasy bacon and eggs spread out on the porcelain, next to a generous helping of homefries and whole wheat toast.  He watched with a small smile as you took a delighted bite out of your blueberry muffin that was cut in half down the middle and slathered with a smear of butter on each side.

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“Law, why are we at Sabaody’s?” you asked, your voice riddled with skepticism as your husband led you by your hand the few blocks it took to get from the restaurant to the jeweler’s.  Law had received a text during your meal that made him appear jumpy, and he remained that way until you had finished eating and paid the bill.

“No reason,” he replied, the weakest excuse known to man as he pushed open the door to the storefront, beckoning you inside.

Shakky rounded the corner out of her work room, smiling upon seeing you.  She held two boxes in her hands, but quickly placed them safely in a small brown paper bag which she promptly handed to Law.  

“Oh, dear, it’s so good to see you!” she called, making you smile as she dipped down for a friendly hug.

“You too, Shakky!  How’s your husband?” you asked, figuring the same question must have been asked by your own man.

“Constantly running at 100% capacity,” she responded with a sarcastic eye roll.  She turned her attention back to Law and tossed him a wink.  “All set!”

“Thank you so much, Shakky, I really appreciate it,” he answered, reaching over the checkout counter to shake her hand.  

You watched their interaction with profound confusion.  “What are you two scheming without me?”

“Nothing,” the older woman responded, a coy grin on her face as she waved the two of you out of the storefront.  

Law kept the bag clenched in his hand as he walked, his opposite hand holding you as he led you back to his car.

“Law, I parked down the road,” you indicated, but he quickly opened his passenger side door and ushered you inside.

“I know, but this is important,” he uttered.  His words sounded rushed, almost panicky, making worry begin to sprout in your mind.  What in the world had he done?

You watched as he rounded the front of his car and plopped himself into his driver's seat, closing and locking the doors around you with the switch below the handle.  He nervously fumbled with the bag, pulling out the two boxes that had been handed to him by the older woman.

“So… I… uhm…” he was frantically tripping over his words, a far cry from the man you had met for brunch almost three hours prior.  “I might have gone behind your back and done something.”

You stared at him with concern.  “... Okay…?”

Law’s hands were slightly trembling as he opened the smaller box, revealing a brilliant silver banded ring with a small blue glass pendant in the middle.  It glittered in the sunlight, the tiny but stunning faux gem casting blue hues reflected from the sun on the top lid of the box.  He passed it over to you, watching as you gently took it in your hands and gazed with wide eyes at the subtle piece of jewelry.

“Law…?”  You looked over at him as he opened the second box, revealing a similar small pendant necklace on a thick, sturdy silver chain.  The stone on the necklace was a simple white stone that looked similar to an opal.

“At the hospital, after you fell asleep and before we went home that night, I tracked down the nurse that took our baby and asked her to bring me to the mortuary to have someone cremate him,” he explained.  “His ashes are in the jewelry.”

Your eyes were wide as you took in his words, gazing back at the bright blue glass pendant on the ring.  Your voice was trembling as you struggled for words.  “You… it…”

Law reached his shaking hands over to you, pulling the ring out of the box and taking your right hand in his.  He slipped the ring over your right-hand ring finger, feeling inwardly satisfied as it fit perfectly on your digit.  He laced his hand with yours, your eyes never tearing away from the pendant on the ring.

“I got the ring for you, and the necklace for me,” he whispered, leaning closer to you over the center console.

Your eyes darted upward to meet his own, tears brimming in the corners as you bit your wobbling lip.  With a blubbery laugh, you gave him a small, playful shove on his shoulder.  “You need to stop making me cry!”

Law chuckled himself, pulling you in for an uncomfortable hug over the center compartment in his car.  You eagerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your head into the junction of his neck.  He could feel your smile on his skin as you sniffled into his shirt.

“Law…” you mumbled, pulling away from him to gaze at the ring.  “I can’t… I can’t believe it…”

Your husband was smiling, a content grin that held the same amount of sadness that you still felt in your heart after losing your unborn 12-week-old.  His attention was torn from your soft face as you reached over for the other box in his lap, pulling out the necklace and unlatching the clasp.  Your hands trailed around his neck to link the chain around him, watching with fondness as the white pendant sat perfectly in between his collarbones.

“Looks good on you…” you sighed, your hands tracing the tan skin around the pendant, the feeling making goosebumps rise on Law’s skin.  “Our baby…”

“Now he’ll still be with us wherever we go,” he whispered.

You wiped away your tears with the collar of your dress.  “When did you get so sappy?” you asked, jokingly.

Law grinned.  “Well, admittedly, one of my nurses gave me the idea.  She told me her sister lost a pregnancy, and they had the remains cremated and made into little rocks that they spread through their favorite hiking trail.”

“That’s so beautiful,” you cooed, your tears slowing down.  The new ring on your finger brought you a strange sense of comfort you had yet to feel, something almost akin to closure.  It was a small patch in the cracks that made up your broken heart, cracks that your husband was slowly learning to rebuild, and that you were doing to his own.

“God,” you sighed, leaning back in your seat.  “What did I do to deserve you?”

Law’s hand brushed over your cheek.  “I should be asking the same thing.”

You stared blankly out the front windshield before asking, “Can we just have Shachi or Penguin pick up my car?  I don’t want to leave you.”

Your sudden question made Law snort out a laugh as he pulled out his phone.  “I’d be more than happy to ask, my love.”

[ideas-4-stories]

One piece story idea where Buggy has had medical issues since he was a baby, but most of them went unknown, undiagnosed, or not caught early enough to "make a difference".

Buggy with an autoimmune disorder of some kind (leaning to fibromayalgia bc I love projecting on my baby blue blorbo, but also the overactive nerves would tie in nicely with his devil fruit)

Buggy with hypermobility at the very least, possible Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, but it's damn near impossible to properly diagnose due to his DF and the tech available by and large.

On the Oro Jackson, few genuinely believed when Buggy would say something hurt or felt wrong or when he was more foggy headed than usual. Shanks could always read him like an open book. Roger could hear the changes in his youngest's Voice. Crocus did the best he could, but his options were limited and his attention was split. It was Roger, Rayleigh and Shanks who were Buggy's main support system.

Roger absolutely cried the first time Buggy got injured in a big fight and casually relocated a joint with just a soft hiss. That alone had been jarring, but Buggy's response to Shanks' worried question of "are you okay, does it hurt-," left the captain biting back tears. How else is a father supposed to feel when his little boy simply rolls hod eyes and says "not much more than normal"

When Roger disbanded the crew, the plan was to leave the boys on Drum. It had good doctors, Buggy would get more support, and it was rarely an island under siege due to the medical renown it had. They of course did not tell the boys as such, and it was only through a series of wacky events that lead Kureha to meeting them and taking a liking to their sparks. Shanks wasn't the most interested in medicine but he learned some things, specifically first aid and some things to help Buggy. He actually found psychology pretty interesting when he had the patience and attention span to spare. Buggy on the other hand took to it all like a fish to water.

They were there for almost two years when the newspaper was delivered and both boys lost their SHIT when the headline announced the execution of their captain, their father. Kureha sent them off, arguably with more supplies than they needed, and gave them her Denden number to reach her if they needed anything at all. She couldn't go with them, but she refused to send them truly alone.

They have their fight in the plaza, but it doesn't end with a monumental break up. They meet back up the next day, and they bite the bullet together and talk.

They take some time to come to a decision moving forward.

They ultimately decide to go with the co-captain avenue but with careful misdirection and smoke and mirrors. To the world at large, they will seem completely independent and unrelated. In truth, they will be leveraging their independent skills to further themselves and each other. The brains and brawn, as it were.

It works out in their favor for a good deal of time until the cluster fuck that is marineford. Secrets are out, identities revealed, and Buggy is having 6395716 panic attacks stacked up like Legos.

He and Shanks roll with it as best they can, trying to salvage what they feasibly could.

Two years later, Cross Guild is formed and begins rolling. Buggy's crew knows of his illnesses/disabilities, but he has a strict set up to address them. It's on a need to know basis.

Crocodile and Mihawk just so happened to swirl in like a hurricane and never got the memo until there was an attack on the island.

Somehow, someway, Buggy got absolutely soaked in sea water, but he's still fighting, knives in hand, bobbing and weaving with a trail of blood in his wake. It's as he pivots to lunge that Mihawk catches sight of him suddenly paling, a minute flinch, but beyond that, Buggy doesn't react, instead throwing the knife, reaching down and making a strange move at his knee before he cringed, took a sharp inhale, and dove back into the fray.

Upon asking why, hours later in the meeting tent, the swordsman and mafioso present blink when Buggy shrugs and says "oh, my knee cap tried to dislocate. Couldn't disconnect with the sea water so I had to push it back by hand."

"Pardon?"

"Hm?" Buggy glances up from where he's brushing some dried remnants of the battle from his locks, one eye shut against the debris. "What?"

"What caused the injury? I did not see any attacks to your legs in the chaos."

"Oh, it just happens sometimes," Buggy says casually, as if this were knowledge the other two ought to know. "I'm used to it."

They are not sure what to do, nor how to respond. They let it rest for the time being but they do keep a closer eye on their chairman following this.

They learn Buggy is rather adept at working with and around his unusual burdens, either disconnecting a joint or alleviating pressure on it until it can be addressed, even chop-chopping the offending area back to the proper place. They catch sight, now that they know to look, of hints of braces, wraps, the way Buggy occasionally presses his iced drink to a knee, a wrist, on an ankle in movements familiar but exceedingly casual, never belying their true purpose.

It is then that the two dark haired men realize there is much more to their clown than they first assumed.

I agree that overactive nerves would tie nicely with his Devil Fruit. Buggy having medical issues that went unknown, undiagnosed, or wasn’t caught early enough would make sense after all if the HC that Buggy was with the Roger Pirates as a baby or even if he wasn’t with them during his infant stage. These are pirates, how are they supposed to know that they need to look for things that could be wrong with the two babies they now have?

I’m sure some of them have things that have went unknown and undiagnosed. Anyway, back to Buggy, I had to look up Ehlers Danlos Syndrome because I didn't know what it was. I agree that it would be nearly impossible to diagnose properly because of no good tech around, as well as the fact he is on a pirate crew, I assume for the most pirate crews they don't stick around island for very long. I HC that Buggy swallowed the Bara Bara Fruit when he was nine.

Poor Buggy, I want to think that more people on the crew understood that Buggy has problems but didn’t how they could help him. Because acting like Buggy was fragile would make Buggy become angry because kid doesn’t want to be treated like that.

Poor Roger, having to watch that without saying anything, with all the other times it happened. Then after he disbanded the crew. Leaving them on Drum Island is a good choice and it makes sense that they didn’t tell the boys (I feel like they don’t tell the boys many things that should of been talked about, but this might be a good thing they didn’t say anything about. But who knows)

I wonder what the series of wacky events were to the meeting between them and Kureha? To me, they seemed like it there in this AU.

I think anyone would lose their shit if they see someone, they really love is getting murdered in front of so many people. I feel that Kureha only let them go because she knew they would go anyway, and this way let’s her give Buggy and Shanks the supplies they need.

I believe that with all the stress and pain of losing someone they hold dear in their hearts. I think Buggy wasn’t in the right mind set nor was Shanks in a way. Anyway, Love that they came back around to talk about it. I think the smoke & mirrors co-captain route they have… or is it more like Buggy and Shanks are allies? They have their own crews, but they still have each.

Then Marineford happened, poor Buggy and Shanks. I hope in this AU that Ace lives, but it was never stated so I don't know.

The idea that Buggy's crew knows about his illnesses/disabilities makes me feel that his followers would say he so strong to overcome them or we just talking about Buggy's crew from East Blue. Then yeah, those folks definitely know about his illnesses/disabilities.

Mihawk and Crocodile coming in without any knowledge and it took a battle to find out. I can see Buggy is nonchalantly about it as Mihawk did a doubletake when he said ‘Pardon?’ Crocodile did a doubletake too, because with those two didn’t know.

Once Crocodile and Mihawk know about what’s going on with Buggy, they see that the signs were always there. It’s just they didn’t paid attention to those signs, but they are.

[rorywritesjunk]

Listen, I can't stop thinking of Buggy's older sister who is cat coded in that as a kid, she kept her nails sharp to scratch anyone who tried to take her or her brother. When she attacks Roger and Rayleigh when they find Buggy, Roger finds this feisty child amusing and they take both of them in. Rayleigh has to make sure her nails are trimmed because he was already scratched by this feral cat child.

She gets gloves made that have claws in the finger tips. That way she isn't a sharp little weapon all the time.

She also likes stretching out in the sun whenever she gets a chance and it's amusing to watch her move after the sun. Oh, that spot on the deck no longer has the sun beaming down on it, gotta move to the next warm spot.

Loves bird watching. No, she won't pounce and eat the birds anymore.

Won't hesitate in picking Buggy up by the back of his shirt and moving him away from a situation if he's being a little shit. (once he hits a growth spurt and is taller than her, she can't do it anymore, and his Chop Chop makes it hard to grab his ear so she just grabs him by the back of his pants to drag him away (or at least half of him))

Easily amused by things like ropes and strings. If there's a loose thread on Roger's jacket, she's tugging on it while he's in the middle of talking to someone. More than once Rayleigh had to come around with scissors to snip loose threads on clothing because otherwise half the crew would be naked from their clothes unraveling due to her constant pulling on threads.

No, isn't affected by catnip but scents like rosemary and lavender calm her down. One time they were on an island and she found so many lavender bushes that she just threw herself into them. No one found her for hours because she was so out of it, lounging amongst the plants and enjoying the calming smell of lavender.

Meets Marco the Phoenix. He thinks she's great and her cat coded brain goes "oh, that's a big bird. I wonder if I can catch him."

[beanghostprincess]

May I join into the transgendering with some Shuggy content?

As soon as Buggy joins the Roger pirates he cannot STAND Shanks. Shanks is clingy and overly affectionate and it’s obvious Shanks gets better treatment than him from the get go. He’s clearly the captains favorite because Shanks gets his OWN GODDAMN ROOM AND BUGGY DOESN’T. Sometimes Shanks gets days when he’s incredibly pissy and infuriated and gets away with stuff Buggy wouldn’t get away with at any rate, yet everyone’s sympathetic to him and he gets to take it easy for a whole day. Shanks doesn’t even have to fight for a spot in the showers for fucks sakes! Everytime Buggy wants to use the communal showers when he’s in there someone basically tells him to wait till Shanks is done and GOD HE HATES HIS FUCKING FACE! The only reason they hang out together is because Shanks is the only on the ship that’s his age, if there was anyone else on board he wouldn’t bother with that red headed fool. Although that time they painted dicks all over Rogers face when he slept was funny. And it’s better to peel potatoes arguing about dumb shit than spending that time peeling alone. And yes Shanks does look legitimately hurt whenever he gets those days of just being in pain for no reason and he actually needed to be told of to take it easy, because that dumbass actually WANTED to help Buggy scrubbing the deck? What the fuck is wrong with him?!

Shanks continues being clingy and annoying, gets sappy, tells Buggy that he’s his best friend and has the gall to just laugh when Buggy tells him to fuck off, they aren’t friends, Buggy hates him! “No you don’t.” That bastard says before pulling his Strawhats back over his eyes. “Where does he get off saying that!?” He hates his smug smile and his stupid face and the fact that this stupid, annoying, UNFLASHY fool is actually right. So he doesn’t even think too much of it when Shanks drags him back to his room one day, nervous and pacing. “What did you do?” “Nothing just… I want to talk to you-“ “Whatever it is I’m not interested unless there’s cash involved.” “Buggy please! You’re my best friend-“ “If you put laxatives into the beer again you’re on your own this time. I am not gonna-“ “Buggy!” Buggys head turns at a voice that is uncharacteristically sharp with him, oddly pleading. Shanks is fumbling with his shirt buttons “If I show you… please don’t laugh.” “I will laugh as much I well damn please you dick. Did you get a shitty tattoo on the last isla-“ Buggy tapers off. And just stares for a few seconds, because he’s not quite getting what he’s seeing. At first he thinks Shanks chest is bandaged, but upon closer expection it seems to be something like a cloth wrapped around his chest, held in place by several clasps in front of the garment. It’s almost the same tone as Shanks skin and it must have been made with great care, Buggy knows Rayleigh can be good with a needle. Suddenly a lot of things start to click into place for Buggy. How he never saw Shanks shirtless even if the sun was grilling down on everyone else. How Shanks seemed to prefer baggier shirts. How sometimes they would go into a town and people would look at Shanks with mild confusion,like they where trying to figure something out, before their captain put a hand on Shanks shoulder and ruffled Buggy’s hair and introduced them as “My cabinboys. Shanks and Buggy.” And how Shanks seemed to visibly relax after those introductions.

Buggy’s thoughts snap back to the now and he has never seen Shanks look so scared. He’s slumped in on himself , arms crossed and his nails are digging deep indents into his arms, his gaze is steadfast and confrontational, like he’s daring Buggy to say anything, but there is also this inherent panic to his look. It’s then that Buggy realizes he’s been staring at his crew member with an open mouth like an idiot. “Ah! I You- You are- I heard of this! So- uh- it’s not-“ “It means I’m-“ “I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS SHANKS GOD I’M NOT BRAINDEAD! I AM- God! Stop looking at me like that you fool! You think this changes anything?” Shanks lowers his head, his voice turns quiet“I… I thought.” Oh fuck. Buggy’s inner desire to weasel himself out of unpleasant situations comes through and he switches his tone immediately. “Shanks.” He says, wrapping an arm around his, now confused, friends shoulder and gesturing wildly with one hand “Shaaaanks, Shanksshanksshanksshanks. We are both men of the sea-“ “We are 14.” “SHUT UP! We are both … worldly gentlemen here. We have seen some truly flashy things in our time. Some truly mind boggling things. This-“ Buggy’s hand gestures towards Shanks makeshift binder. “Is nothing that I haven’t seen before.” “You’ve met people like me?” “Of course!” Buggy lies, a smug grin spreading over his face at Shanks incredulousness. “Most normal thing in the world. I am surprised you didn’t tell me sooner. Not that I would have been surprised and… what’s that face for?” “… Buggy…” “What’s with the tears?! I told you I didn’t care- WHATS THAT STUPID GRIN FOR?” Shanks ignores Buggy’s disgusted expressions and meek protests at being pulled into a hug “Thank you.”

Buggy awkwardly pats Shanks shoulder. “Yes, yes, you’re welcome, shithead, now let me go!” He pulls away, but Shanks expression makes his brain stutter for the second time in an hour, smiling at him trough tears and looking at him so softly. “Buggy-“ Shanks leans in closer “there’s another thing I wanted to ask you now-“ Buggy’s breath hitches for a second. Shanks has a little freckle right over his cupids bow. Huh. Funny. He never noticed. “Buggy….”

“… Wanna move into my room with me? I asked Roger and he said it would be okay if I’m fine with it. You’d get your own hammock away from the other guys and everything.” Fuck!! Yeah!!!

I am,,,, I am okay,,,, Don't,,, Please,, I am so fine right now,,,

Transmasc Shanks is so real,,, Everybody knowing except Buggy because they found him as a baby and he knew he was a boy really really soon (before meeting Buggy) and he's scared of telling him because of how he might react. Because they're best friends but Buggy often reacts negatively to him and he's scared he might actually start hating him for real,,, And he also has the biggest crush on him, so imagine how scared the boy is. And when they start sharing a room,, Buggy spends even more time with him and Shanks starts being more honest about himself. About the binder hurting. Or the dysphoria. Or his periods, which are the fucking worst and Buggy genuinely does feel bad about those. Buggy starts being protective of Shanks whenever somebody misgenders him or makes fun of him. Not that Shanks needs any protection, but his confidence fades away whenever shit like this happens. So they protect each other. It feels,,, Nice. And I just know they'd start falling more and more for each other and,,, It's just so sweet. Also, consider Buggy finding out about what non-binary means and saying "oh. OH! THIS IS FLASHY I LIKE THIS. IT SOUNDS LIKE ME!" and Shanks being his supporter number one until the end.

[petermurphysmugshott]

I wanted to do my own spin on @oz00ms2 's Marine! Buggy au, so here it is- Heads up! I literally suck at writing, especially in English because its not my first language (or second...)

Marine!Buggy au fic

//angst oneshot, maybe shuggy can be seen as platonic, about 1k words..

There’s not a lot he remembers before his time in the marines. Only loud noises, bright lights and then a drowning feeling in his head. When he really tries to put his mind into it and try to remember- 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦? His head begins to hurt.

𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬.

𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣.

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣!

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬.

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬.

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬…

And then waking up with Garp and Tsuru looking over him.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴! 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧..! 𝘏𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴!

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. It’s quite nice. Reports of pirates had been rumored around their men and it was FINALLY! his turn to join the mission! Maybe he’ll get some nice, flashy loot from those filthy pirates…hehe

Buggy walks around town, his slightly too big uniform sagging around his shoulders. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.. He honestly thought his first mission would be cooler…maybe more action, but there's NOTHING! The young marine sighs to himself in frustration, letting his hand wander to graze over the scar he’s had on his head since…since his memory holds.

He wanders more around the town, slowly, slowly moving to a part of it that isn’t as populated. A shiver runs down his spine. 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺…𝘕𝘰! 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭! 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳! He sends a sharp slap to his own cheeks, getting his head straight. 𝘍𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴…𝘍𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴…𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴…

Tensing his hands at his sides, he looks around. Alleys upon scary alleys loom over him and Buggy feels smaller. The sound of a gravelly foot step behind makes him squeal out in fear before trying to compose himself. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳! His hands itch for the daggers strapped to his waist.

“𝘉𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘺..?”

A voice. One he feels is familiar.

He turns around, hand hovering over the sharp weapons he loves like his own children. A red haired boy wearing a straw hat stares at him, confusion- grief- anger flashing over his face. 𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮.. “Uh…”

The boy looks about his age. Dirty, rugged and obviously…𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦! Buggy’s eyes almost gleam in joy! 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺! 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵!

The red haired boy's eyes stare him up and down, glowing with anger when noticing the Marine patch over his heart. “You’re a marine now?” 𝘕𝘰𝘸? 𝘏𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳! 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵… 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! “Do I know you?” His voice comes out awkwardly dull, too mean but…why should he care? That’s a stupid, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘺 pirate!

The pirate stares at him…confused? And then anger flashes over him again. “So you’re just going to leave us?! Disappear for three- almost four years and then- You leave us to join the marines?!” Buggy takes a weary step back, gripping the handle of his most precious dagger. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. He grins to himself. “I don’t know who you are or what you’re trying to do, but I’m going to have to arrest you!”

“What the fuck! Buggy, are you hearing yourself right now?” The pirate takes a step forward. “Me, Roger and Rayleigh-” His head is beginning to hurt again “No! The whole crew! Have been looking for you! Missing you!” 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵?

“I have missed you” The ratty pirate screamed in a sullen sob, spit flying. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴… “Gods, you pirates are so weird…” He rolls his eyes but it seems to only fuel the red hair’s anger. “‘you pirates?’” the rat quotes “You’re also a pirate!” 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬? His hands reach for the seastone cuffs at his side. “At least you used to be.”

“Yeah, right.” he rolls his eyes “I’d rather die than be a pirate. There’s no way I’d ever be one.” Another step from the straw hat boy and Buggy’s eyebrows twitch, 𝘶𝘨𝘩…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦… The boy charges forward all of a sudden, breathing heavily, fist moving quickly straight towards his nose “You fucker!” the boy screams.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺.

“That’s enough, Shanks.” There’s a tall man next to the boy- Shanks. “Let’s not bother a young marine on his patrol.” The man smiles at him, the expression so familiar yet…he holds his head in pain, kneeling just slightly.

“Are you hurt?” The tall man reaches for his shoulder…it's so oddly comforting. He feels like his whole body paralyzed from the pain. “A- Don’t-” he slaps the hand away, immediately going to grab his daggers “-touch me!” he screams, pain pricking him like needles stabbing him deep in the head.

He feels like he might pass out, “I-I have to arrest you-! It’s my job..-as a marine!” The tall man takes a step back. “I don’t think you’re feeling too good, son. Maybe we can-” “DON’T CALL ME SON!” He squeezes his eyes shut.

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.

“Shanks, we need to go.”

He feels the need to beg them to stay.

“But, Buggy-!”

It feels so natural to hear his name in the pirate's voice.

“We need to go, now!”

Don’t-!

“Kid! You okay?” His partner in patrol today.

“We need some backup! Buggy’s not feeling too good and Goldy just escaped!”

Goldy?...No, its…its Gol D…

“ “

He wakes up in the infirmary, his head throbbing in pain.

“Buggy! I knew we shouldn’t have let you go on a mission yet!” Tsuru cries out next to him. “I’m fine!” He pushes her away, gripping his head when the sudden pain shocks him. “I knew Garp was wrong when he decided to put you on a mission this early-!” She looks down at him. “What happened?” Tsuru glares, sliding her fingers across the metal lining of the infirmary bed.

He shrugs, eyes wandering towards the window as the woman kept scolding both him and his…old man.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴…He remembers the boys name. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦… His trembling hand reaches to touch the scar on his head again…𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

A sudden anger bursts inside of him.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦! 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! Buggy grits his teeth. 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳…𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴…𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴! 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺!!

[quinloki]

Yay I’m not late to requests! I just started watching/reading one piece last week (don’t know what took me so long) And I love your writing! 😄 whose your favorite? Mine is Mihawk

I don’t really know the names of everything but can I request for Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, and Silvers Rayleigh with knife play (or hook play for crocodile), Breeding Kink, and role play (specifically cops and robbers thou ig it would be pirate and marine lol)

Please and thank you

Just last week!? Oh wow - I'm glad to see someone getting into it \o/ the more the merrier I say <3 May you enjoy the vast emotional roller coaster you have signed up for =D

My favorite? I have to say hands down it's Eustass Kid.

Second to him I like a lot of characters. It's probably faster to list the ones I don't like xD Between canon material and the fandom there's just such great takes on hundreds of characters.

But at this point I doubt anyone's dethroning Kid (My first favorite was Zoro, then Law, then suddenly just before Wano Kid took over).

*ahem* Thank you for asking by the way, it's nice to just gush a little -^_^-

Alright, by Character, let's Do this \o/

Sir Crocodile:

Knife Play - FUCK Yes - I mean, the hook aside, there is a lot of discipline and control in Edge Play - whether knives, or hooks, or sharp glass. Sir Crocodile's control of his hook is legendary. No one gets so much as a nick unless he means for them to, and no one avoids being cut if that's what he's going for.

As long as your clear about which side of the knife's edge is your limit, he'll ride that line skillfully, and happily. He'll have you concerned and shivering in anticipation for hours showing you his extensive collection. From hooks to knives to razor blades, to bananawani teeth.

Breeding Kink - Yes - There's two keys things that drive Crocodile in a relationship (there's dozens, but two of them are big), control and possession. He wants to mark you, fill you up, and make sure everyone knows that you're his - and to touch what's his is the highest of crimes.

Whether "Successful" or not is irrelevant. Just the act of filling you up is enough, and preferably to do so repeatedly. The first load always become foam for the second, sometimes the third. If it wasn't for the distinct scent of his cigars, he'd probably be more prone to covering you in his cum, vs filling you up with it.

Role Play (cops n robbers) - Sure - He's not big into the costumes or the role play, but he's not entirely against it. You might have to make sure you're catching him in the right mood more than anything else. But rest assured whether you're the good guy or not, he's going to be the one winning by the end of things. He'll corrupt all your heroes and have you squirming and begging under him in various ways.

I can say at the very least the costumes will go well with the requested scene. He's nothing if not a man with taste - and enough money to have all the custom clothes you could ever want to see made.

Silvers Rayleigh:

Knife Play - Yes - I think the only way he's into this is if there's no blood. Rayleigh doesn't strike me as someone willing to risk scarring his partner, even if they're just sharing his bed for a single night. But he's also skilled enough in general (and especially with blades) to be very comfortable with them. He'll tease and threaten and edge you for a good long while until you're a shivering, crying mess of nerves and anticipation.

Breeding Kink - FUCK Yes - I'm just going to say it as a head canon (as always for myself) but I think this guy's infertile. Genetics can be a bitch like that sometimes, but it's also possible some fight, injury, mishap, whatever ended up causing it. In spite of it, or maybe because of it, he loves to just pump his lovers full of cum. He's all calm and cool and collected and experienced, and he uses that to wine, dine, and dance his way into the evening he wants to have, but it's all to feel those tight wet walls shuddering against him as he adds to the mess.

And the mess is what I think he really revels in. Sweat, slick, cum, pleasure - whatever. He can be sensual sure, but sex is messy business and it's not a good meal unless you're wearing half of it by the end.

Role Play (cops n robbers) - Oh god you don't even know - I think at heart Rayleigh is a big kid. Role Play gives him an outlet for that, and even better it usually ends with one of his favorite activities. I also feel like he enjoys having an excuse to dress up. Left to his own devices he's not one to dress to the nines daily, but if you want him to play a role he'll lean into it.

And look unforgivably good while doing it too. Whether he's the cop, or the gentleman thief, the suave pirate or the stern marine, he wears it well. Plays his part well, too. And you, poor, inexperienced, naive you, will get caught up in his dance in all the ways you both want.

Dracule Mihawk:

Knife Play - Sure - Mihawk's vibe with knife/edge play is similar to Zoro's (or Zoro's is similar to his), by his skill this is something that he can keep control of, and so he's not against it. He'll tease and please you, but there's always something holding him back - swords, knives, etc. are for fighting - for killing more pointedly. He doesn't think it's diminishes a blade to use it for such a kink, but the line between lust and bloodlust is thin.

Breeding Kink - Yes - I can see Mihawk as a family man for sure. I can also see him as someone who likes to mark his partner as his own without leaving permanent marks. From watching bruising kisses fade, to admiring his seed dripping out of you, he just adores all the small ways you give yourself to him. If kids happen because of it, then so be it, he'll fill the role as best as he can, and in the meantime he'll continue to fill you up all the days you stay within his arms.

Role Play (cops n robbers) - I dunno - I don't know that I buy that Mihawk is nearly as serious as he portrays himself to be. I daresay I almost think this man is a bigger softie and dork than Law - but he's awkward outside of this persona he's created for himself, and he's not objectively good at role-playing.

A smooth dancer, a man of silk words and satin caresses, he is most certainly a capable and devoted lover. You might get him into some primal play - a rougher tumble with some hunter/hunted vibes, but that's as close to role play as I can see him getting.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[blacklegsanjiii]

New ship for your fem!Sanji au: Hancock x Sanji

Boa goes to see her "dear Luffy" but ends up falling in love at first sight with the pretty girl who cooks and feeds her with the sweetest smile ever, even if she gets jealous with how much Luffy is clingy with the blondie girl at first.

Lets say that, now, her visits are to see a certain blonde woman who she gives a thousand cook related things and dresses and books and everything more Sanji would want so she accept to be Hancock's queen

That's great! I love it! Buuuut Sanji wouldn't give up her restaurant on the All Blue for anything.

So Sanji meets Boa when she brings Luffy back and the scuffle ends before they head off to Fishman Island after reuniting on Sabaody post time skip. Sanji is insisting on feeding everyone before they leave and Hancock gives in. Sanji feeds them all and yeah, Hancock gets why Luffy was always gushing about his cook now. She understands, Sanji's pretty too and Hancock is having a hard time pulling her eyes off the younger woman. She fought well from what Hancock saw earlier, flexible but damn. Hancock is looking at this woman in a sharp suit.

Then Hancock visits more often as the strawhat's adventures continue. She brings more and more things for Sanji and everyone is laughing at how flustered the cook is anytime she does. Gorgeous dresses, cookbooks, make up, hair accessories. At some point after WCI she finds a photo of Sora and when she visits she makes Sanji play dress up. Sanji's clearly uncomfortable with this but let's Hancock do as she pleases and when she's done she's like 'wow you look like your mom' and is totally unprepared for the crying that happens with those words and Sanji staring at herself in the mirror. Hancock is apologizing thinking she messed up but Sanji is smiling and blubbering that it's okay! She just wasn't expecting to look that much like her mother. Of course Hancock makes her go show the crew when she's calmed down and her make up is fixed. Zoro says something that makes Sanji fight him but uhhhh...legs. Hancock is staring at her legs.

Robin tells Hancock that Sanji could crush a pumpkin between her thighs, they haven't tested it because of how it could waste food and Hancock is staring at Robin and asking why she would tell her that. Robin says it would most likely be a wonderful death to experience and Hancock is groaning and telling Robin she's unfair for saying that but Robin is just smiling at her. Reminding her Shakky is married to Rayleigh and they helped free Amazon Lily.

So maybe Hancock doesn't convince Sanji to become her queen but she does convince her to become her wife and they settle on the All Blue. When Shakky and Rayleigh come visit Shakky just gives Hancock a knowing look. Rayleigh laughs at both of them.

[wordy-little-witch]

Oh God Oh man oh jeez

Okay so. Angst. But like.

I'll put trigger warnings for it but this occurred to me at work and I'm just losing my MARBLES but-

TW for mental health issues, SH topics, hurt/comfort

Buggy growing up on a pirate ship probably lead to more than a few bad coping mechanisms- add in the sense of inferiority, his general anxious demeanor, etc, he probably hid a lot of things, even from the people he trusted most- especially from the people he trusted most.

Buggy likely had anxiety attacks or panic attacks fairly often - at first, it was handled with care, but when it became a recurring theme, some started finding it troublesome or obnoxious. When Buggy got to a certain point, he'd slip away to handle it on his own.

The only ones who really noticed or even cared enough to follow after him were Roger, who rarely COULD follow, Rayleigh, who was also often involved in the fall out, and Shanks, who would try but couldn't always get to him. Eventually Buggy, losing his shit and alone, accidently gets hurt during one of the attacks, either by nails or smth else. And suddenly things start... feeling solid. Less blurry, less frantic. Everything narrows down to the sharp-sting-hot lines and the red on his skin.

It becomes smth of a crutch to him.

He takes to wearing wrist bands, gloves, he is a bit more feisty about privacy, but very few clock something being wrong. Only Roger, Ray and Shanks feel like something is slightly off. They notice things going missing, they see how Buggy flinches sometimes with certain movements, but there's nothing concrete. There's red flags but they can't see the flagpoles to chase them back to the source.

Buggy gets in the habit of cutting young.

And then suddenly there is a Devil Fruit on board. A map, a chance, a fortune - he loves this family but he feels they don't love him. He isn't LIKE them. He's not strong like them, fast like them, he's just... Buggy. He's always just been Buggy, and Buggy has never been enough.

He plans to steal away in the night, under cover of darkness, leaving the crew short some money, sure, but they won't have the added weight of himself. He is just an anchor to them.

But Shanks finds him.

Shanks startles him.

Shanks slaps his back, tries to cheer him up, and the fruit goes down his throat, the magic explodes in his stomach, he gets angry, so so so angry, he is seeing red and he's raging and he's falling and-

And he's drowning.

Oh.

It was a real devil fruit.

Well... one way or another... he wanted to leave.

Shanks jumps after him. Shanks saves him. Buggy is soaked, cold, coughing and dizzy, and Shanks is beside him, is warm, and he's tempted, so tempted to lean into it and so he does-

And Shanks is pulled away. He opens his eyes, and the crew is there. Someone had wrapped Shanks in a towel, was fussing over him, someone was cheering for his "bravery" and Buggy-

He's cold.

He staggers to his feet, dripping, and he stumbles towards his room. Roger tries to stop him, grabs his shoulders, but Buggy is dripping with more than just sea water even though the steady streams are just as salted, so he pulls away and he runs.

He dives into their room, grabs his knife, his knees hit the floor and he moves and-

He lost the fruit.

He lost the map.

He lost his whole hand just now too.

No pain, just a split over his wrist, surreal and impossible and he can't- he can't breathe, he- what-

He drops his knife, the hand reattaches and he curls into a ball, hands burying in his hair, and he cries - silent as the grave, he is sobbing, hiccuping and sniffling, pulling his hair and he can't, he can't he can't-

Arms wrap around him, big, warm, the scent of sea air and rum and spiced strawberries, and Buggy clings to his captain as he simply shatters.

Roger sees the scars on his limbs, but he doesn't respond beyond hugging Buggy a little tighter. He doesn't react as he helps Buggy change, as he wraps his kid in his coat and holds him close, as he stares at the far wall and wonders how long and why and why didn't I know?

He doesn't say anything that night - not to Buggy at least.

He does talk to Rayleigh.

He leaves both of his sons curled up together in his own bed, tucked in with his own coat, and he meets Shanks' eyes, nods to the hardened little fire burning within them, a silent conversation of look after him and I Will echoing in the wooden walled room, and he goes to the only other person who will understand the rage, the fear, and they hug one another in silence.

Buggy is not okay. He hasn't been for a very, very long time, but they refuse to let him slip through the cracks, even if they have to chisel their way down to him themselves.

And this? This action, this choice? It changes EVERYTHING.

[acescorazon]

Can you do cross guild x reader with a devil fruit power that basically makes them immortal with near instant regeneration( like ban from sds) and they forget to tell them Please

Hi ik this is late. i'm sorry and you can def beat my ass if you want just don't be mad :(((( i was on hiatus and being stinky :(((( ily MUAH. DONT be mad. ANYWAYS. i've never seen SDS but fuck it we ball.

Title: Whoopsies

Pairing: Fem Reader x Cross guild

Rating: PG..?

Word count: 3112

Warnings: a LITTLE bit of violence, that's all folks.

Summary (it's actually an Excerpt ...shhh) :

Due to the brief distraction, You end up making a foolish, rookie mistake at that very moment. One that in any other situation you wouldn’t have made, and proving that Mihawk was truly right, that you’re never too good of a fighter to avoid any or all injury. A sharp stinging sensation spread across the front of your body, something that you couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment and the next thing you knew you’re body was hitting the ground with a heavy thud and concerned screams echoed all around you.

Even in your earlier days as a pirate, when you were relatively unknown and your bounty was insignificant at best, life still presented formidable challenges for you. You remained vigilant at all times though, uncertain of who might be lurking around the corner. The marines could apprehend you at any moment or a rival group of pirates could launch an unexpected attack, and if neither of those things got you, something like a sea king or even the ocean itself could and would. Yes, being a pirate is terrifying at best and down right tragic at worst, yet over time you craved more excitement.

Maybe that’s why you were dead set on joining Cross Guild. It was never about the fame or publicity, or even the power that came with joining such a notorious group of pirates. What you wanted was the thrill of it all: You desperately needed to go on more adventures, find more treasures, and fight stronger foes, and those were all things you were able to do once you joined said group.

Luckily the process of joining the group was fairly simple: you just had to hunt down one of the marines that had a bounty on their heads and, boom, once that was done Buggy was accepting you with open arms and offering you a place to stay, plus his protection if you needed it.

(You didn’t need his protection, but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth either..)  

Every day with Cross Guild offered something new and exciting, and as you quickly climbed the ranks in the organization, you also managed to get closer to the three founding members as well. You befriended Buggy first, and while some people may see Buggy’s arrogance and flamboyance as his weak points, you, just like the rest of your crew mates, have often found yourself mesmerized by his entire being.

He almost seemed like a larger-than-life celebrity who’s a regular part of your every waking day. It’s hard to believe that someone who once sailed the seas with Gol. D. Roger and Dark Knight Rayleigh, and is Red haired Shanks’ very own best friend is actually your captain, but he is and there’s an added pride that comes with that kind of knowledge.  You and your crew mates often clung to everything he said, eager to learn everything about him that he was willing to share and, luckily, Buggy was willing to share a lot about himself… Maybe a little bit too much at times, actually.  

But maybe that wasn't the worst thing when it came to him. Buggy’s an open book who’s pleasingly predictable and the great thing about that is you don’t have to wonder what he’s thinking or feeling, and in a world that’s so erratic, something as simple as being able to tell if your captain is pissed or not is…comforting?

There’s just something about his laid back, predictable at times, nature that made being near him so easy. You’d think someone like him would be hard to approach and wouldn’t bat an eye at someone unless they were particularly powerful, but Buggy was different. He’s extremely outgoing and treats everyone like a member of his family, so maybe that’s why you often found yourself in his company, listening in awe as he told you all sorts of lively tales, most of which were about his younger years.  

Crocodile was another fabulous figure in your life, and you truly wished that people would gather the courage to get to know him because he wasn't as scary or as cruel as he let people believe he was. He may be a bit of a grouch and has this thing where he always has to be in control, and if things don’t go his way-- You better watch out-- Still, even he had a good side to him once you got to know him.

On the surface he doesn’t seem particularly gentle…and well, he isn’t, but he has his own ways of showing compassion and appreciation for others, and it often comes in the form of personally working side by side with him, something that you found to be such a big privilege and learning experience once you were allowed to do it.

He’s ravishing, and at times carries himself in a way that makes him shine brighter than even Buggy The Clown himself. An esteemed former warlord in his own right, Crocodile often enticed you with the smallest of actions, and you stubbornly tried to tell yourself that all you felt for him was simple admiration. You’ve come to admire how goal-oriented he is and you wished you could be like him at times; Hell bent on achieving your goals and willing to crush anyone who gets in your way. That’s all…

….Or is it?

Regardless, and perhaps this is weird to say about him, but he’s someone who gives you inspiration and more confidence when you feel your lowest. Though, he has a rather….unique way of doing so, often challenging you to grow as a person in ways that to others might seem a little rude or back-handed but, hey, it is Crocodile we’re talking about after all, and the fact that he even approaches you and on some days even has an actual conversation with you, means you’re probably fairing better than most people in Cross Guild right now. You wanted to make him proud, even if the only compliment you’ll probably ever get out of him would be something like: “Oh, so you could do it after all? Good work, brat.”

Anyways, lord, who could forget Mihawk?  Intelligent, strong, elegant, Mihawk who may not be as flashy as your other two superiors, but is a star in his own right. He doesn’t talk much and if he isn’t standing by Crocodile’s side, then he’s probably off on his own, enjoying himself but behind that cold facade of his there’s a caring man, who begrudgingly agreed to take you under his wing and taught you more than you could have ever imagined about wielding a sword. You thought you were a great swordsman before, but you were foolishly mistaken.

In fact, you’re big enough of a person to admit that you weren’t even close to being the best version of yourself until Mihawk helped you unlock your true capabilities, and for that, you’re truly grateful. The time you spent with him often felt short and you wished that there were more words exchanged between the two of you because Mihawk is pretty fun to talk to and also has a hidden kind side to him, one that you wished you could see more of… if only there were more time in the day and during practices.

The founding members of Cross Guild were all charming in their own ways and your poor heart was often an unwilling participant in a three-way game of tug of war.  A laugh from Buggy could send your heart in one direction, a compliment from Crocodile in another, and a nod of approval from Mihawk after an intense sparring session could send it in a third direction.  And anytime one of them made that annoying muscle in your chest pound, you tried to stubbornly ignore your feelings and deny everything. There’s no way you could or should have a crush on any one of your superiors and yet…

Oh, who has time to worry about that sort of thing anyways? But...like, there's definitely no way they’d like you back…right?

…Right?

Sure, life was a tad confusing with your (romantic) feelings for each of your superiors blossoming but things were going great...That is, until one day Black Beard's crew made a sudden appearance on Emptee Bluffs Island. They came in the middle of the night without any warning and started destroying everything in sight; ships, homes, people, everything. You were told specifically by the boss himself not to fight and to instead help some of your sick or injured comrades off the island. And while you realized helping others escape is no easy feat in its own right, you were hankering for a fight and confident you could take on some of the black beard pirates, or even the emperor himself if he were on the island …. if you were just given permission to…

You pleaded with Buggy to change his mind and let you join the battle instead, but he seemed unusually hesitant. “No, no... It’s too dangerous out there,” He insisted, “Just sit this one out.” But… they needed all the people they could get to fight, and you were willing and able to stand up against Black Beard’s crew, so why couldn’t you just help out? You’ve been in plenty of fights before and Buggy always complimented your strength and fighting spirit. So why were things different now?

“But, I--”

”Go.”

You frowned, wanting to protest more, but figured it would be wise not to, so you begrudgingly followed his orders and began evacuating your most vulnerable allies. With little difficulty, you managed to help everyone who needed to flee the island onto one of the giant ships that the organization owned and anxiously waited for further instruction.

Every scream or loud noise took hold of your heart and squeezed it tight as the fear of the unknown very quickly started to eat away at your conscious. How could you know for certain that all those horrible, pain filled screams coming from the distance were coming from the enemies and not your own crew if you were stuck on the ship? How could you be certain that your side was winning and not being destroyed on the battlefield?  If Cross Guild is actually losing the battle, how could you allow yourself to let it happen without trying to aid some of your friends and superiors?

How could you just sit and watch everyone and everything you cared about be destroyed?  

Another distressed scream from a distance snapped you out of your thoughts, finally bringing you to your breaking point. You couldn’t just stand around and do nothing. You decided then and there that you were going to go against Buggy’s orders and join the battle, and that you’d deal with any negative repercussions later.

You made a rather bold announcement to those who helped you evacuate the island, making it known that you just had to go out there and lend a helping hand in this fight despite the chairman’s orders, and your eagerness earned you a few concerned looks, but no one dared to stop you. Instead, your allies offered a few whispered warnings, “Be careful out there…” and "Just be safe..."

Pft, what's there to be worried about? You got this!

You bid your farewell to your allies on board the ship quickly before rushing onto the battlefield, alert and ready for a fight, but not foolish enough to walk directly into harm's way as you followed the sound of all the commotion. It doesn't take you long to find a horrendous scene, one that confirms almost all your fears in an instant; everything within eyesight that you held dear is destroyed, either on fire or already turned to ash and the scent of smoke lingers heavy in the air, making your lungs burn.

You tried your best to remain calm, knowing a full-blown panic attack wouldn't help anyone in this situation, but... you struggle to keep a cool head as screams and sounds of bodies collapsing to the ground with heavy thuds echo through your ears as you watch the battle rage on, horrified, as both your enemies and allies alike fall to the ground in front of you.

A plethora of different emotions swelled up in your chest at that moment and threatened to swallow you whole; Panic, grief, anger, guilt, and so many other things that you couldn’t manage to put into words right now, left you frozen where you stood as the battle continued around you with no signs of stopping. For better or for worse though, the sound of footsteps approaching you at full speed brought you back down to earth, and with seconds to spare, you barely managed to react to being lunged at by one of Blackbeard’s burly men, one who was wielding a rather impressive sword.

You reached to your side, unsheathing your own brand new sword that was recently gifted to you by Mihawk, blocking the attack targeted at you. You were still shaken by everything going on around you but forced yourself to focus on the task at hand with the hopes that perhaps one of Cross Guild’s higher-ups would see you standing toe to toe with an imposing foe and, instead of scolding you for disobeying orders, they’d praise you and even thank you for bravely helping out during an unprecedented battle such as this.  

Well, you got the first part right at least.

As you gave it your all against one of Blackbeard’s men, you heard an angry, breathless voice from your side, calling out to you and asking you what you thought you were doing. Moments later you realized it was the chairman himself, of course, somehow managing to still be able to scold you despite having to constantly avoid sword strikes from his own opposing foe, “I Thought I told you to stay on the ship?” Buggy yelled over to you with a frown plastered across his painted lips.

“But, Chairm--”

Due to the brief distraction, You end up making a foolish, rookie mistake at that very moment. One that in any other situation you wouldn’t have made, and proving that Mihawk was truly right, that you’re never too good of a fighter to avoid any or all injury. A sharp stinging sensation spread across the front of your body, something that you couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment and the next thing you knew you’re body was hitting the ground with a heavy thud and concerned screams echoed all around you.

Okay, ow, you thought, more out of instinct than anything because truth be told you’ve been sliced by a number of swords during your life as a pirate, and though the pain never lasted for long due to your devil fruit powers, there were still occasionally those short moments in time where you found yourself flinching from the pain and thinking, well, that freaking hurt, before your body quickly healed itself and you were able to resume whatever fight you were in prior to getting cut or even stabbed by a sword.

And just like all those times before, you were ready to get back up and fight in less than a second, but something stopped you this time. Before you can jump up and get back to your opponent, a tall figure quickly appeared above you and everything after that happened so quickly. There was the sight of a giant sword glimmering in the moonlight followed by a blood-curdling scream from your would-be opponent. Mihawk…? You thought, confused as to where he even came from because the last time you checked he was nowhere near you before.

Your confusion only grew as Buggy, who seconds prior had just finished off his own opponent, hurried over to your side, obviously in a state of panic as he leaned down to cradle your head, yet you didn’t understand why. You’re perfectly fine, the only thing that suffered was your poor, blood stained shirt that got sliced during your short lived battle. His panic brought along more unneeded attention, first by Mihawk and then by Crocodile, both of which you swear weren’t anywhere near you earlier, but perhaps you were too caught up in your fight and your own emotions to properly assess the scene.  

“Crap, just hang on there a little longer. We'll get you to a doctor soon, I promise.” Buggy whined, scooping you up into his arms. Why do I need a doctor? You found yourself thinking, still utterly baffled and now growing a little flustered in Buggy’s arms.

“I…” You wanted to assure everyone that you were fine and that you weren’t even bleeding anymore, but a small argument broke out between your superiors and prevented you from assuring them that you were actually okay or as fine as one can be in this situation.

For the most part, it was just Buggy and Crocodile going back and forth with each other and trying to pin your injury on each other despite the fact that your ‘injury’ was brought on by your own carelessness and had nothing to do with either of them. ”What did I tell you, clown?” Crocodile frowned, “I told you if anything happened to h--”

“How was I supposed to know she’d ignore my orders and get off the ship?!” Buggy protested.

You tried to speak up again, but Mihawk inadvertently cut you off before you could, making sure he got his own jab in against Buggy, “Well, maybe if you had a little bit more control over your subordinates, this wouldn’t have happened.”

 You groaned out of sheer annoyance, unable to believe that these three were actually standing around bickering with each other when the entire island was literally under attack right now.  “Um. Actually… I’m okay,” You muttered, finally able to voice your own feelings on the subject. Three pairs of eyes quickly glanced at you, and you squirmed a little under their gazes, wishing that Buggy would just drop you already so you could return to the battle.

Buggy was the first to respond, “You can’t be serious right now. You were just sliced into two, we’ve got to get you to a doctor!” Okay, one, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration, and, two, if they thought it was that important to get you to a doctor they would have taken you to see one right away instead of bickering with each other.

“Really, I’m fine,” You said with a sheepish grin, trying to squirm your way out of Buggy’s arms once you realized that he had no intentions of putting you down. ”We saw you get slashed to pieces though. We need to get you some h--"

“Oh, yeah!” You exclaimed, cutting off Buggy as he continued to panic, finally realizing why everyone was freaking out about you. “I forgot to mention this before, but my devil fruit powers give me the power of regeneration!”

Almost all at once the three men surrounding you narrowed their eyes, looking offended. In an almost comedic moment, they all asked you the same question at the same time: “How did you forget to mention that?”

Whoopsies?

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Ok yall imagine with me big fight scene ( this is in the age were garp Rayleigh whitebeard sengoku and tsuru are all young) ok so back to thyme topic big fight scene bunch of different pirates and marines fighting all of a sudden a loud shout it stop some but most keep fighting then the words” were is dragon” stops three in their tracks Tsuru sengoku and garp and the three start looking around panicked Roger is confused were garp is gonna g and why isn’t he fight and what stops whitebeard rayleigh and Roger In their tracks is a child’s cry actually it stops most of the fighting pirates and marines who turn to look were the sound came from and to garp , Tsuru and sengoku horror their was baby/ child dragon in the hands of dangerous pirate well hanging from the hands of a dangerous pirate cause the man was just on a tall edge with baby/ child dragon in his hand with a sharp object that looked like it was cursed it seem theman had take dragon from Were garp had put him before the battle the marine trio ran to were ledge and were soon following by the three pirates ( Rayleigh whitebeard and Roger) they wanted to kill him but the man just help the object closer to dragon neck it seemed he was physically hurting dragon as well to their horror they could see blood dripping but they couldn’t pin point from were after begging and fighting and saying they would do whatever the man wanted he just laughed and said “all I want is for you all you suffer and I think I know how” and with that he took one jab at dragon who cried out to in pain and threw the child the six all ran to try and catch dragon not caring about the fighting around them just trying to catch him lucky whitebeard caught him and gave him to garp and he was injured pretty badly and who knows what that item was cursed with tears were running down dragon cheeks he was wheezing and coughing blood was coming from too many places and the six ran they ran to the nearest hospital/ infirmary they couldn’t be i the room with dragon no mater how hard they fought so there they were three pirates and three marines waiting in the waiting room to see if this kid was gonna be ok when everything finally settled in all garp could do was cry sengoku tried not to but tear slipped the same for tsuru roger did not smile for once Rayleigh was pacing back and forth whitebeard was so worried he felt like he was goon vomit when the doctor finally came it did help the six when they saw his somber look the doctor said “ he’s in really bad condition you were right her was stab with a cursed item he might take a long time to heal and we may need to operate” garp said “whatever it takes doctor to save him I’ll do it” the doctor nods the six fell asleep at the hospital that day and the days after 3 weeks later they were allowed to visit dragon so they all went out and bought him everything he would like they entered his hospital room quietly dragon looked weaker and paler which really unsettled them but they smiled back when he gave them a weak smile he had stitches and bandages all over him they gave him presents they got him he thanked them all they kept visiting till one day were everything went wrong they all fell asleep then they heard a loud alarm go off which woke them all up then in seconds they were being rushed out and doctors were going in it felt like they were doing it all over again it felt like h dragon had gotten injured all over again garp was on the verge of spiraling dragon had to go into emergency surgery lucky he turned out ok in the end the she six stayed friend even though they didn’t tell anyone but the sox had a final mission were they hunted down the pirate that cause all of this pain and suffering and gave him the beating of life for legal mariner reason let just say he got a talking to and is still walking alive today

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Heyyy I'm the non-sexual omegaverse anon, back in your inbox bc YES I LOVE DUMPING IDEAS ABOUT RELATIVELY SFW OMEGAVERSE-!!!!

And yeah boo, me too on the period front. I'm AFAB and SUFFERING. Essentially I consider Heats to be similar to periods - the same basic principles, cramps, cravings, odd other symptoms nobody talks about ((back pain and migraines hello???)), but Ruts are basically the same but opposite. It's a hormone rush. Both are controlled by the endocrine system, both are hormones and chemicals. Both can and do increase libido, but it isn't some absolutely feral Need To Breed type of situation.

Buggy in particular has the omegaverse equivalent of polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Wild, heavy, wacked out Heats which knock him flat on his ass.

His main, original crew all knew of his designation bc while Buggy has megaflaws, sexism and misogyny is NOT AMONG THEM. the Buggy Pirates are actually one of the most diverse crews known. They value what you bring, not what you are.

Buggy also has a very strong scent. It's almost impossible to completely hide it, so he and his crew kind of opt to Hide In Plain Sight.

Beyond Karai Bari, the only ones who know Buggy's secondary are the infirmary workers in Impel Down, Shanks, Rayleigh, Crocus and Luffy, but the latter doesn't realize he knows nor that it's a secret. Lu was the first and only person outside of the Roger's who put together "the cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke" and "buggy the gods damned clown" are one in the same.

After the reveal, Croc and Hawk both go through a bit of a learning curve bc suddenly "do we... treat you differently now? Like, open doors and stuff? We thought the other's did that bc they're simps but maybe we should-"

Buggy is having none of that. He is still the same Jester they had beaten the snot out if three weeks ago. His internal krgans and scent glands don't need to change anything. ((Though he is enjoying the whole not getting beat up thing, maybe keep that up please-???))

All three are kind of dumb and suck at communicating so it ends up being a bit of a hot mess. The main point if contention is Buggy thinking they're warming up to him because he's an Omega.

It's not that. Not really.

They just found Buggy going apeshit on that one Alpha bastard to be absolutely bewitching and have since realized he has been holding back on some level. Buggy in that fight was ruthless, efficient, and while it was fueled by hormones and a base instinct to protect and nurture, it was executed with skill, control and power. There is potential in that, in him. His fighting style would never be an all out brawl. But Buggy is sharp, witty, creative and could do some serious damage if he had the confidence and will to back it up. They don't care WHAT is happening in his abdomen. They're attracted to power, charisma, and apparently red nosed blue haired clowns who will not hesitate to beat a man with another man's severed arm. They were surprised too.

Shanks is both delighted that Buggy has suitors and is livid that Buggy has suitors. It's not even apossessove thing (maybe a little), it's that THAT IS HIS PACKMATE and they were RAISED TOGETHER and that's HIS BUGGY and NOBODY IS GOOD ENOUGH except maybe Mihawk BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW CROCODILE WELL ENOUGH TO MAKE AN OPINION SO THAT'S ILLEGAL.

He then cries when Buggy, upon being told this, deadpans, "Shanks, I'm a pirate. Breaking laws is kinda in the job description."

He is Suffering.

Buggy is actually doing pretty swell, being courted by two surprisingly good Alphas.

Ray and Crocus meanwhile both perk up on opposit sides of Paradise like I feel the sudden need to check on the blue one...

Anyway yeah that just seems funny and silly and am half asleep so I'll stop now but ily byeee~ 🍬🍬

Hello No-Sexual Omegaverse Anon!

Heats like periods, that would makes sense to have it like that (I hate the back pain, why is it there!?) Ooooo I really like your idea of the Omegaverse, I wish to see it more in stories and Buggy on having polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Got to look that stuff up and indeed YIKES! Really poor Buggy, getting the short end of the stick there. At least he has great friends that he has surrounded himself with.

We stand for Buggy’s megaflaws (we ain’t here to fix him, we are here to watch him be the silly guy that he is) and of course, Buggy does NOT stand for sexism and misogyny because why does it matter if you are male, female, or inbetween. I love the idea that Buggy Pirates are one of the most diverse crews on the high seas because HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! Damn right on valuing what you bring, and not what you are. That makes sense in any workforce. If can get the job done, why does it matter about your gender/sex/sexualitly? Actaully my plan for some Buggy Pirates OCs have a diverse cast of race/gender/sexuality/etc… because A). diversy is the bomb and makes the most realstilc sense and B).Everyone being the same is. Fucking. BORING!

I love the fact that Buggy and his crew Hides in Plain Sight, this rings true in canon too… I beileve, because Buggy was always there in East Blue for anyone could put two-and-two together that Buggy was apart of Roger Pirates if anyone actaully looked. But barely anyone did because of how open Buggy is being the Flashy Fool, I mean how Buggy brags about his achivements, people would think that Buggy would brag that he was apart of the Roger Pirates. But he never did, so that’s a baseless rumor (that turned out to be true)

Ooooooo, having Impel Down infirmary workers knowing that he is a Omega might have a problem in the future… or not. It depends on who the infirmary workers are as people. Love how Luffy doesn’t care that Buggy is a Omega, just some moron clown that he kicked in the crotch in Orange town, and now onto “The cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke” Does that mean Luffy and Buggy met before Orange Town? Albeit prending to be someone else, so when they met at Orange Town it took Luffy sometime to put two-n-two together?

Heehee, not Crocodile and Mihawk thinking that they have to act like everyone else. I mean, they should way nicer to him (indeed Buggy would really like not getting his ass beaten up), but like if they do that, it would shock the fuck out of too many people. News Coo getting this and making some drama brew. Everyone sees this, the strawhats, the red-hair pirates, and just the world in general. Chaos insues

Ahhh, don’t we all love some old men being stupid and unable to communicate with a least a speck of commone sense. It boils into a hot mess, with people crying… cough Buggy cough Poor Buggy thinking they are only warming up to him because he probably thinks they feel bad for beating the shit out of a omega when in fact it’s because he decided to beat the shit out of a disgusting alpha who was being creepy and yucky. As well as knowing that the clown has been holding back his strength and power for some reason.

I love the headcanon that Buggy can fight ruthless and efficient. Buggy ain't one for a full on brawl because he uses things in his surroundings to his advantage. Bro will use whatever, a chair leg, a metal pipe, the heel of a shoe, etc… because people fighting him are probably not fighting fair and square. Love him using his mind and creativity to win a fight. He was trained by the Roger Pirates, Buggy definitely has potential, all he needs is some more confidence and weapons to back him up.

Damn right it's nothing about what's in his abdomen. It's all about seeing the clown beating a man with another man's arm! (Love that for Buggy)

Brooo, Shanks being delighted and livid that Buggy has suitors trying to court him is so fucking funny. Because what you say is just want, I think Shanks would think, your Shanks is spot on to me. I love how Shanks is a crybaby much like Buggy, it’s just different reasons for why they cry. Love that Shanks is suffering, when Buggy just deadpans and states the obvious.

Heehee not Rayleigh and Crocus feeling like they need to check on Buggy, their parental sense is finally kicking in after years they should of have their parental sense running wild. Not the reason is because of Buggy is getting courted, like 😂🤣😂

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(Day 19. "Is this for me?" SunnyxBuggy with some ThistlexMarco. This AU I gave Sunny an injury to her hand which ended her apprenticeship early and had her joining Buggy sooner.)

"So, what are you getting him for his birthday?" Thistle asked as she and Sunny watched Buggy carry around little Rayleigh. The little girl decided Uncle Buggy was the absolute greatest person and refused to be held by anyone else currently. The little visit the four of them arranged was nice: head to an island that would be neutral territory for both crews. Buggy still took some issue with his sister being part of and married to a member of Whitebeard's crew but he stopped complaining about it when he was given the baby to hold.

"I ask and he either says he just wants all the treasure..." Sunny began to say before glancing over at Thistle. "Or... He gets very lovey and says that I'm his greatest treasure so... I don't know yet."

"He's such a romantic nowadays, isn't he?" Thistle hummed as she watched her brother with her daughter, how he kept lifting her up to show her some trees, point out birds, little things like that. All Rayleigh wanted to do was grab his nose. "He's grown up so much."

"I really want to get him something special." Sunny sighed as Buggy tried to keep his head away from his niece. She kept reaching for his face. "I just don't know what."

"The only thing I remember him loving more than treasure was some pancake whale stuffy I stole for him when we were first taken in by Roger and Rayleigh." Thistle told her as Buggy finally caved and let the baby grab him. "He chucked it over the side of the ship when he turned 10 after some asshole said he was too old for that sorta thing."

"What?! That's so mean!"

"Eh, not everyone was always nice." Thistle shrugged. "I stole all of that guy's shoelaces after that, however. I didn't like what he said to Buggy."

"Why shoelaces?" Sunny asked.

"So he had to walk everywhere barefoot." Thistle told her. "And sometimes there were sharp rocks and broken glass."

"... Huh, okay."

"Anyway, you'll think of something. I wouldn't worry too much."

Sunny nodded, a look of concentration on her face as she watched her husband. How could someone say that to a child? She looked back at Thistle.

"Could you draw it for me?"

~

Sunny's birthday came first. Buggy gifted her with pretty fabrics his crew looted from a merchant ship, along with some nice kitchenware. He offered to give her the jewels he found, but it wasn't necessarily her idea of treasure so she let him keep it. He made her dinner, got drunk, told her all night how much he loved her, then crashed on the bed at midnight.

She made sure he was comfortable before she went to clean the kitchen as she thought about what to do for his birthday. She had a small idea but wasn't sure how she'd accomplish it.

~

Buggy's birthday came faster than she expected but she was ready. She cooked him a tasty dinner and gave him his gifts. Three new cravats she found at a shop, two new bandanas (one cut from the same fabric of a dress she managed to make from his gift to her, the stitching was a little rough in places but Buggy said nothing as he tied it around his hair), and the final gift she almost hesitated to give him. What if he thought it was weird? Would he get mad at Thistle for telling Sunny about it? She didn't want the siblings upset with each other, they only just reconnected after all those years apart.

She hesitated on the last gift, keeping it behind her back while Buggy finished fixing his hair under his new bandana. He spotted the polka dotted wrapping paper and looked up at his wife.

"Is this for me?" He asked, pointing with one hand while the other snuck around to grab it. Sunny tried to take it back from him but he kept it out of her reach. "Ohhh, what didja get me, babe? Hm? What's got you so shy?"

"It's-"

"Oh, maybe sexy lingerie you wanna wear for me?" He grinned at her as he brought the gift back to himself. "Feels... A bit bulkier."

"It's not lingerie, honey." She told him. "But... I don't want you to get upset."

Buggy frowned at his wife before looking back at the parcel in his hands. Glancing back at her, he carefully unwrapped it, wondering what she was going to give him. Divorce papers, maybe? No, she loved him. She told him this morning in bed when she was in his lap, her hands touching him as he held her close, grateful for her to be in his life.

The paper fell to the ground and he held up a mishaped flat whale. The fabric was a dark blue with light blue polka dots. The stuffing was uneven in places and the eyes were stitched on lopsided. Buggy swallowed heavily and looked up at her.

"Thistle told me about this. I... I thought maybe you'd like it." She laughed nervously as she reached for it. He hated it, didn't he? Not only did she likely stir up sad memories from his childhood, the thing looked ridiculous. She struggled to do some of the most simple tasks now that nothing came out right. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

He set it down before standing up. Sunny stood her ground, wondering how he would react, but he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close as he let his cheek rest against the top of her head.

"Buggy?" She wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him. "Honey? Are you okay?"

He pulled back and cleared his throat, wiping at his eyes. "It's perfect, babe. Don't stress, okay? It's-uh, it's a one of a kind thing, y'know? And *I* have the only one!"

"You like it then?" She asked. "I-I went off a drawing your sister did for me. She told me what happened and I felt so bad for you and-and I wanted you to have a good birthday since this is the first one since we got married and-"

Buggy silenced her with a kiss. He didn't want her to doubt the appreciation he had for the gift. He knew she worked hard on it, knew it would have been difficult for her to cut out the pattern, sew everything together, and wrap it. Her hand injury made things difficult for her and the fact she took the time to make it for him told him how much she really loved him.

When he pulled back from the kiss, her eyes were wide and shiny with tears but she was smiling at him.

"I'm glad you like it, Buggy."

"Yea, well, I'll like anything you give me, babe." He grinned as he leaned down to cover her face with kisses. She let out a surprise yelp, trying to wriggle away from him but not making much of an effort. He let one hand venture over to the table, wanting to touch the gift once more.

He couldn't believe she made that just for him.

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The Black Widow, laced with gold

There she is in all her colored glory. Feel free to click on the images and zoom in and take in all of the details because I WILL be giving you an extensive essay on them. This took me over three days to make, most of the time being consumed by the lace and the gold, and I need you to know my creative process.

Huge thanks to Fluffy-foxgirl and Alex-Hime on DeviantArt for creating the base and references!

First of all though, her full name. This is...

Dracule Aurelia!

Yes, she's married to Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk, World's Greatest Swordsman. Her parents are Silvers Rayleigh and Shakuyaku/Shakky.

NOW, for the details, which will have spoilers spelled like this. I'll be going top left to bottom right:

Her nail polish is a very similar shade to the lining of her coat and her collar. The ring on her pinky finger is the shape of a snake as a reference to her mother being from the Kuja tribe of Amazon Lily and her dearest friend being the ruler of said island, Boa Hancock.

The barrette/hairclip is inspired by the Roaring 20s and their feather headbands. The design of the barrette itself is inspired by Mihawk as well as some hints of vintage upper-class jewelry. The flower on the oval part is one I took from the sleeves of his coat, the feathers are a reference to the feathers on his hat (they're even on the same side) and the cross is a reference to the little cross-shaped dagger around his neck.

The petals on the sleeves of her coat are inspired by the tops Hancock wears, which often have a very similar sleeve design.

The collar of her coat is inspired by both the collar on Mihawk's coat and the collar of a shirt Rayleigh wore when he was younger. The flower at the right edge and the straight frame along the hem both stem directly from Mihawk's coat, the rest of the design is either free-styled or from Rayleigh's shirt. The spider could be a reference to Aurelia's epithet but is actually a reference to the spider motif of her mother.

A small cross necklace as a direct parallel to Mihawk's cross-shaped dagger, as well as a gold body chain.

Ah yes, the dagger. I used to call it "Mini-Yoru" while developing the design, because Mihawk's sword Yoru was the biggest inspiration. Just like Yoru, it's cross-shaped, has a blue gem in the middle of the crossguard and a pommel with a gem at the end. The pommel, in this case, is a spider encased in amber. The dagger's name is Atropos and it was originally a gift from Aurelia to Mihawk because he was getting bored of beating everyone with his big sword and needed a challenge. He used it almost religiously from then on, and gave it back to Aurelia along with the sheath for their anniversary when it had turned into a black blade. The sheath has a snake motif as explained above. I really liked the idea of a lace garter doubling as a holster, so I made exactly that.

The claws, aka the thing that took me the longest to make by far. They're made of pure gold cages with a sharp, solid tip that can slit someone's throat. The wedding ring that Mihawk is fitted to the claw armor on her ring finger and the blue gem is the same color as the one on the crossguard of the dagger. The bracelet attached to the claws has Aurelia's name engraved into it.

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