#shanks raising the trio

[breezeowci]

[kacievvbbbb]

I love how extreme found family is in one piece. Like they took supernatural line of "Family don't end in blood" and actually made good on it. Because it's not just that the crew found each other even before that only really very briefly Robin, Usopp and Luffy could say that anyone biologically related to them raised them.

Like Luffy had Garp and that's his grandpa but he also had Makino and Shanks and the red hair pirates and they were a family unit and he also had Ace, Sabo Dandan and the bandits and they were a family as well and it's never who mattered more to Luffy or who actually raised him cause they all did. It'd be hard to put him in a nuclear family structure because so many people fill the same roles in his life in different ways and that's great like Kung Fu panda said "that doesn't mean less for one parent it just means more for Luffy"

And that's the thing I think sometime fandom can get very obsessive with trying to pin down who is whose surrogate father/mother how do they fit in the nuclear family structure and while that's fun and there's nothing wrong with head cannon characters that way I also think it's important to remember that not every relationship needs a title or definition sometimes you are just family and that's valid too.

Ace had Luffy and Garp but he also had the whitebeard pirates and his pops same with Sabo and the revolutionaries

Zoro with Kuina and his old kendo master, that was maybe more of a rivals, mentor mentee relationship than whatever Mihawk Zoro and Perona had going on but it's all family none the less.

Chopper with Hiririluk and Kureha. Perona and Moria, Usopp with the little village boys and Kaya. Shanks and Buggy with the Roger Pirates. They might not all have had defined roles with each other but it was still family.

Just like Sanji, Nami, Franky and Law and their more defined Surrogate familes

And people like Vivi Robin Usopp and Shirahoshi who had/have their biological parents/family that love them and raised them.

It's nobody that I've just mentioned properly fitting squarely into any of these categories because it's all complicated family is complicated and its messy and it's big and everyone in your family might not have even met but it's family and it doesn't end in blood and for some people it never started there either.

[one-idea]

I love the ASL brothers and really want them to be raised by Shanks.

I have an idea but I have to put a few events out of order.

So let’s get into it

We start fairly close to cannon with Shanks’ time on Foosha. He meets Luffy and he loves this kid. It’s the reason they keep coming back to the island in the first place.

Now this is where we are going to start rearranging somethings. Because Shanks and Higuma confrontation happens before Shanks has found the Gomu Gomu no Mi. Mean Luffy doesn’t eat the devil fruit (yet) Luffy gets mad at Shanks for not defending himself against the mountain bandit and runs off. Shanks follows him wanting to explain to the boy why. (Some fights you win by not fighting at all)

It’s here that he learns a hard truth about Luffy. Because Luffy runs home. Where he lives alone in a little shack. At first Shanks in confused, he thought Luffy lived with Makino. But Luffy can’t stay with her full time. She’s not his guardian and doesn’t have the money to care for him. She help him and cares for him when she can but most of the time Luffy is alone. The exception is when his grandfather is in town and is training him by: throwing him down ravines, dropping him in the middle of the jungle, tying him to balloons.

Shanks is horrified. Growing up on the Oro Jackson wasn’t easy. He saw a lot of horrible things when he was too young to process them. But he never doubted he was loved. And here Luffy is, a boy he’s come to love as his own sobbing because “nothing is worse than being alone.”

But Luffy looks at him with determination and says “that why I’m going to be king of the pirates one day because my Namaka will never leave me.” And Shanks knows two things. One Luffy is going to be the king of the pirates. There is not a doubt in his mind that Luffy is the person his captain was waiting for. Luffy is going to change the world when the boy sets out on his own. The second thing is that he won’t leave this little boy, who is walking sunshine, feel unloved or unwanted ever again.

Shanks hugs Luffy close and tells him he knows that Luffy is going to become the king of the pirates but before he can do that he needs so experience on the seas. How does the little anchor feel about join his crew? Luffy is ecstatic! He’s wanted this for so long and now Shanks is letting him on his crew.

But Shanks knows there is still one thing he needs to get before he can take Luffy with him. After all he came to the East Blue in search for one thing, the Gomu Gomu no Mi. He has to find that first. Once he has it he can head back to the New World. If he takes Luffy with him now then they could easily be track down in the East Blue by Luffy’s grandfather.

So he takes his hat off and places it on Luffy’s head telling him, “this hat is my treasure. There is one thing I need to find here in the East Blue before we can set sail for the Grandline. Can you watch over my hat while I find it? It shouldn’t take me more than five months. Then I’ll come back for you and we will set sail to the grandline together.”

Luffy looks up at him with such hopeful eyes “you promise?”

“Of course! I can’t go back to the Grandline without my hat. I’ll just have to bring along the little anchor wearing it.” Shanks tries for joking but ends up sounding way more fond and sentimental.

He cares Luffy back to Makino’s bar, watching as his boy falls asleep in his arms. Once there he explains their new situation to the crew. He then turns to Makino and as he closes the tab for the crew he also gives her more then enough money to take care of her AND Luffy for the next five months. Asking her to watch over his boy for him until he returns. Makino is torn because on one hand should she really be letting Luffy travel with these pirates? But at the same time she’s never seen the little boy be as happy as he is when he’s with Shanks and the crew. So she agrees.

In the morning Shanks leaves after explaining to Luffy he will be staying with Makino until his return.

Well not all plans go according to plan. Especially when Garp returns to see his grandson wearing Roger/Shanks hat and talking about sailing with Shanks’ crew.

That’s a big no for Garp. So he takes Luffy away from Makino and delivers him to Dadan. Strapping a sea stone cuff to his wrist (trying to dampen the boys haki signature so Shanks can’t find him) (yes I know cannon doesn’t full support this but it also doesn’t full disprove it so we’re playing fast and lose today)

This is where he meets Ace and Sabo.

It goes much like it does in cannon. With the two older boys not liking Luffy very much until after Porchemy kidnappes Luffy and beats him. The beating is far more brutal this time around as Luffy has not consumed his devil fruit yet.

The three boys become sworn brothers over shake. And start to bond. Until a few months later when Shanks returns to the island.

He is worried when he can’t feel Luffy while approaching the island. His panic growing as they get closer and closer and there is no sight of their anchor on the dock there to greet them. Shanks hurries to Makino’s bar only to be met by her sad eyes and tearful explanations. She hasn’t seen Luffy for months since Garp took him from her. She’s not even sure if he’s on the island or not at this point.

Shanks and the crew spread out. They’re going to search the whole island. If Luffy is here then they will find him. Shanks heads up the mountain, looking for his boy, he’s stretched out his observation Haki as far as it can go. He notices something strange. The signatures of two young boys but it seems as though they are making room for a third. A third that Shanks can’t sense.

Shanks is heading that way, hoping it’s Luffy. Hoping he’s not crazy. As he’s getting closer he can sense more signatures surrounding the young boys. And whether or not Luffy is with them it would seems these boys are in over their heads. He arrives right as the bluejam pirates are beating Luffy and Ace, while Sabo is dangling in Bluejam’s grasp. To say he is not a happy camper is an understatement.

Shanks moves fast get in between Luffy and Ace and their attackers. The three of them are surrounded but it doesn’t matter much to Shanks, everyone here is far weaker than he is.

The pirates are confused and Outlook III is telling this obviously homeless man to move along as he has no business here. Shanks ignores them and turns to Luffy. “Anchor what’s happening.” “They’re trying to take Sabo from us.”

Shanks doesn’t know who Sabo is or why these full grown adults are beating up his kid and his friends but frankly he doesn’t care. They were dead the moment he saw them hit Luffy. But to hear his son, who has extreme separation problems, crying because adults were taking away his friend. He’s going to drag this out a bit.

A quick blast of conquers haki has all the pirates and the sniveling noble down for the count. He’ll send some crew members out here to have some fun with them later, when three small children aren’t watching the pain he’s willing to put them through for touching his boy.

Sabo’s been dropped to the ground and Ace and Luffy have run to greet him. Luffy’s about squeezing the life out of the poor boy, but Ace stops and puts himself between the stranger and his brothers. Nothing is hurting his brothers, not even this weirdly powerful man.

But Shanks just smiles at him as Ace starts to grandstand. Asking the stranger who he was? What he was doing here? Questions and accusations flying from the angry boy’s mouth. But Shanks just laughs and looks over Ace’s shoulder and asked. “Come on Anchor don’t I get a hug?”

Ace is confused until Luffy rushes past him and throws himself at the stranger. Shanks just laughs as he catches the little boy and holds him tight before pulling back to look him over. He quickly spots the sea stone cuff and asks Luffy about it. Only to learn that his grandfather was behind the gift. A gift Shanks will be removing as quickly and safely as possible. Setting the boy down and drawling his sword.

The whole time Ace and Sabo are trying to figure out who this strange adult is. At least they were until he put Luffy down and drew his sword telling Luffy to hold his arm out and keep it still. The little dumby even does as he asks. The two brothers scream and rush forward to stop this stranger from cutting off their idiot little brothers arm, but they don’t make it in time.

Meanwhile Shanks, unaware or uncaring of the panic he is causing in the other boys, taps his blade against Luffy’s cuff cutting the thing off his wrist. Luffy giggles and thanks him just in time for Ace and Sabo to make it to him and inspect his wrist for damages, there are none. But Ace and Sabo are not impressed with this stranger.

Shanks just laughs and starts leading the boys back to the Red force. They’re hurt and he wants Hango to look after them as soon as possible. Ace doesn’t want to go. But there’s a promise of a doctor for his brothers. And Luffy is going whether Ace’s wants him to or not. So they head down.

This is the start of my idea. The next part is Ace and his extreme dislike of Shanks

He’s going to take Luffy way. (He learns about their promise and is furious that this man is going to take one of his brothers)

Luffy eats the Gomu Gomu no Mi and loses his ability to swim and Ace blames Shanks

That mountain bandit that shanks made mad the last time he was here is back and wants revenge. Mainly Luffy shaped revenge.

Next

[latanyalove]

Red Haired Shanks - When he is in love with you

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When he is in love with you, Shanks would be very devoted and attentive.

He would shower you with compliments, gifts, and be very supportive of your endeavors.

He would make sure to make time for you and would always be there for you when needed.

He would be very understanding and patient and would make sure that you felt loved and appreciated.

You had been living with Curly Dadan and the others for a while now and were content with the life you had created for yourself in the forest. You enjoyed the peace and quiet in the woods and the freedom to do what you wanted.

You were happy to have made friends with the other people living in the forest and were slowly getting to know everyone better.

It was during this time that you first met Red Haired Shanks. He was a mysterious figure who had recently come to the forest and he quickly caught your attention with his friendly and kind demeanor.

Every couple of evenings, Shanks would come into the forest to talk to you and you only. He would bring stories and news from the outside world, as well as gifts for you.

He would often stay until the sun set, and sometimes even longer, but he would always make sure to leave before it got too dark.

You found yourself looking forward to his visits and enjoying the conversations you had with him.

Though these days, Shanks had become more flirty, often teasing you and making suggestive comments.

He would always make sure to keep these comments light and fun, but you couldn't help but blush when he made them.

"What's wrong, love? Don't tell me you can't handle a little bit of teasing from me?" he would say with a smirk.

Just then, the infamous youngsters, Luffy, Ace and Sabo had come to your rescue and started telling Shanks off.

"Hey! Leave my older sister alone, Shanks!" Luffy would yell. "Don't you have any respect for women?" Ace would add. "You should be ashamed of yourself," Sabo would chime in.

Shanks would just smile and laugh, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I was just kidding around," he would say.

Despite the scolding, Shanks would still be happy that the trio was looking out for you.

The trio quickly dragged you away from Shanks with worry in their eyes. "Are you okay, sis? You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to," Luffy said.

"We won't let him bother you again," Ace added.

"Yeah, you don't have to be afraid of him," Sabo reassured.

You tried to reassure the trio that you were okay and that Shanks wasn't bothering you, but they still lead you away from him. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but also grateful that they were looking out for you.

You looked back to see Shanks having a smirk on his face before bowing slowly and walking away.

He gave you a wink and said, "See you around, love."

You couldn't help but smile and blush a little bit as he left. The trio just watched in disbelief as Shanks walked away. . . .

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[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [2/…]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

"Do-mi-ti, why not me? Why not me?"

— Mitski, "Washing Machine Heart"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live Action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstance.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Divergence, Buggy is an asshole, The reader used to go by "Cross-Hairs" in the past, hot tension, resentment and love, flashbacks, Reader is strong AF

A/N: Buggy's behavior in this chapter kinda gives off Yandere-vibes, but he's not. He's just really desperate, and a general asshole, (and lonely).

He's dead.

Gol D. Roger, captain of the Roger pirates, your captain, is dead. Pierced through the back by the Marines like a pig for slaughter, a death unworthy for someone of his rank. He deserved to live a long life, drunk on rum, surrounded by his friends and crewmates, before being finally laid to rest in a casket and shipped off with the waves as per tradition.

As chaos ensues and all hell breaks loose, his corpse remains on the same stand where he met his end, left to roast in the warm sun. At the very least, he did not leave this world without flipping one last bird at the Marines.

His final words leave such a domino effect upon the witnesses, one that will last for years to come. Sailors, pirates, men, women, and children all head toward the vast oceans in a hurry, ships pushing off the docks at record speed as they prepare to hunt for his legacy. To claim his title for their own. A title he earned and subsequently put up for auction.

The Marines were hoping that his death would mean the end of Piracy, but as though fate itself had something else to say about it, it had the exact opposite effect.

You're not moving with the swarm of people. The race goes on, but you do not. 

You're still standing in the same spot as you were when you watched the officers drive their spears through your captain's back, having ceased to function as you saw the man who practically raised you, succumb to the same fate that claims all in the end.

Even as people are pushing their way past you, shoving you in God-knows how many directions on their way to the oceans, you can't find it in you to move on your own accord. 

The world has gone deafly quiet now, everyone else is gone, and you're its sole occupant now. Despite the unrest going around, and the wind that brushes against your neck, Roger's last words echo in your ears like the whispers of a ghost.

"Wealth. Fame. Power. I found everything this world has to offer. Free yourselves! Take to the seas! My treasure is yours to find!"

Someone - whether accidentally or not - thrusts against your stomach, and you take a tumble to the ground. The world finally perforates your consciousness, yet it leaves you exposed to its chaos. You attempt to stand up, but the ongoing movements from all around halt your efforts. 

You raise your arms to shield your face from further damage, suffering several pairs of feet and a handful of scratches from the crowd. Nothing too bad, but you don't dare to try and get up just yet. Your initial plan is to just stay put until the storm is over.

That is, until you hear a voice calling your name from somewhere in the crowd, muffled by the ruckus, but still audible for you to make out among the many others.

"COME ON! HURRY!"

You're hastily pulled up to your feet and collide face-first into a chest. Looking up, you only manage to register Buggy's hand tightly clenched around yours in a near-painful hold as he pushes you both through the ongoing crowd. 

While trying to navigate through the masses, you raise your head to gaze at his face.

Not unlike your own, his eyes are stained with tears.

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Nothing is in its correct shape when you blink your eyes open. For starters, the room is spinning at an incredible speed, and for seconds, there is twice of everything. Two coats are hanging on the rack just on the edge of your vision, the same color and length and everything. You discover you have two pairs of hands and feet as you sit up, and at least over a dozen iron bars are separating you from the rest of the room.

In a minute or two, your sight establishes yourself. The world has become one again, but to your chagrin, you discover that the number of bars caging you remains the same. 

Shaking off the dizziness and nausea that accompanies your waking, you get up to your knees and discover that, once again, you're fucking trapped. This time, it's in a metal cage hanging off the floor by a hook and chain, swinging you lightly back and forth with each fraction of movement you commit yourself to. 

Exhausted from simply waking up, you clash your forehead against the bars. "Shit."

"Well, good to know that your colorful vocabulary remains the same."

You snap your eyes up to see Buggy striding into the room, and your gaze immediately narrows.

"And your eyes." His right hand dislodges itself from his wrist and hovers over to you with an outstretched finger, where it lands right in the space between your eyes. "Sharp as ever, if not even sharper. Careful, you could kill someone with those."

"Wishful thinking," you murmur indignantly and raise your hand to wave off the offending appendage. Like a fly will with sugar, it merely withdraws for a few inches before returning to the same spot. 

You elect to ignore it as best as you can.

He feigns a horrified gasp at your words and clutches his chest with his remaining hand. "Such harsh words! I thought we were friends, you and I. I mean, what kind of friend would threaten the other with their life so cruelly?"

Friends? That's rich coming from him. You haven't considered him as such since the day he left. You won't even dignify that with a response, and so you merely turn your head to the side and rest your cheek against the bars.

His voice lowers a few octaves, enough for you to differentiate between the real him and the act he puts on for a performance. "Then again, what kind of 'friend' leaves the other behind?" His footsteps come closer, each one weighing heavier than the last. "What kind of 'friend' abandons the other?" 

Your eye twitches, but you still refuse to look at him, much less speak to him.

"What?" the Showman farce has by now ended and been buried as he takes one last step forward. "Nothing to say? I'd thought that after twenty years, you'd be happy to see this handsome face."

As much as you want to admit that, yes, the years have done wonders on his face and he most definitely would've been categorized as 'handsome' in your dictionary, you don't. 

"What do you want me to say?" You tilt your head marginally to the side so that merely one eye is aimed at him. "That it's good to see you? That I've missed you?" Even though both of those statements are true to some extent, he doesn’t need to know that.

"Well, I could go for all of the above if you insist on being cordial, but for starters, an apology might suffice enough on its own." If you weren't already looking at him, you'd think that he’s joking. He isn't. He’s as serious as a heart attack, and he’s not smiling this time. All you can think at the moment is that it's strange not to see a clown smile.

"An apology?" You withdraw the impulse to scoff. "What, exactly, do I have to apologize for?"

He doesn’t answer right away. In fact, he doesn’t do or say anything at all. You can't even hear him breathing, and it’s twice as eerie as his general demeanor. It's a foreboding omen that signifies he's on the edge of his temper like a bomb sizzling just before it goes off. 

"What do you have to apologize for?" he echoes.

That's all the warnings you get before the cage rattles with enough force to knock you back against the other side of the cage. Buggy's hand curls around the iron bars with such vehemence that it almost looks like he's about to break them right off the hinges.

He leans forward until his nose barely brushes against the cold steel placed between you, his bright-blue eyes near-bloodshot with the way they glower. Even now, with the few feet between you, you find yourself almost drowning in those blue irises of his. 

"You left me. You betrayed me!" he shouts loud enough for his voice to reverberate throughout the room, all thoughts of maintaining his composure thrown out the window the moment you inadvertently admitted your own cluelessness. "Just like all the others! Shanks, now I could've predicted that, but you?"

His hand dislodges yet again to point an accusatory finger at you, but it maintains a safe distance this time. Probably afraid of what you'll try to do with it if you get your hands on it. 

You have to give yourself some credit. You've not lost your temper once since you ended up here. In your adolescence, you would've torn him a new one fo the trouble, but you can't be bothered this time around. You’d have thought two decades of separation would’ve led to some pent-up fury like it has done to him, but all you feel is … well, nothing.

Nothing yet, anyhow.

"What you did to me, now that was cruel. That was something I did not expect, but you did it, and for what?" The cage continues to shake as his fingers dig into the rods. This time, you observe, he’s keeping his head slightly tilted downwards, rendering you unable to detect his eyes. "For Red-Haired fucking SHANKS!"

With all the movement going on in your limited space, you’re jolted forth again like a ball and cling to the front bars with your hand positioned right above his. Even with the gloves and the short distance keeping you separated, you can feel the scorching heat emitting from him.

How long has it been since you were last this close to him? It was underneath the stars, you unexpectedly recall. You were clinging to him, crying your heart out as the death of your captain had finally been processed. He was holding you close, whispering something you could not make out at the time.

It was during a time when it was just you, him, and Shanks. The three of you, against the rest of the world, ready to live up to Gol's legacy and become the Pirates of the New Age. With  Shanks’ leadership, your strength, and Buggy’s general unpredictability, nothing could stop you.

But now you're here, a captive. No longer a friend, no longer a... 

It never went that far, anyhow. No use bringing it up now when it’s hardly relevant. 

When Buggy’s raspy breaths slow down and his hold on the iron rods lessens, you decide to finally speak. 

"You're the one who left, Buggy," you say, your words laced with such apparent apathy that no one would’ve guessed what you’re feeling. In reality, you want to scream until his ears literally pop. 

Your chest constricts just to say it out loud, but you won't even stop and address the tremble that threatens to claim your voice the more you go into it. "I went with Shanks, because who else was I supposed to go with? The Roger Pirates were spread to the fucking corners of the earth, Gol D. Roger was dead, and you left. I had no one except for him. You closed that door, not me." 

Silence reigns loudly upon you as you're left there, nearly breathless after your little rant despite having kept your voice even throughout it. You feel pathetic, childlike, small. People say that admitting something is the first step towards overcoming it, but you feel neither achieved or relieved of any burdens.

You just feel ... small. As small as you were the day he disappeared from your life.

Buggy doesn't say anything, his countenance empty of any tell-tale signs regarding what he might be feeling. It's almost ironic. The man who used to wear his emotions on his sleeves, the same expressive man who used to spend hours bragging about his capacities and capabilities on the Oro Jackson, has now been rendered mute like a mime instead of a jester.

His eyes find yours again after an unknown amount of time, only now, it's not just bitterness and resentment you have to salvage from them. For a second, just a brief flash of the moment, there's something else. Something vulnerable. 

It goes as quickly as it came. 

He shoves himself from the cage, his indecipherable gaze – now laced with both anger and regret – lingering on you before he starts pacing around the room, having calmed down from his outburst but being no less agitated by the turn of events. 

"What are you talking about?" he demands, sounding a tad more curious now than accusatory. "You were already going to leave with Shanks before I booked it, I just beat you to it."

This time, it's your turn to point an accusatory finger toward him, lowering your voice just enough for him to hear you recount the most painful memory you have, save for Gol D.'s death. The memory you had spent almost two decades trying to bury deep down inside you. 

"The last thing you told me was that you wished that you'd never even met me, and then you fucking left me behind to go do who the fuck knows what. Which, apparently,— " You gesture to your surroundings with a dismissive wave of your hand. "— Includes enslaving people and keeping them in cages."

"Hey, people are allowed to have side-gigs!" he retorts, almost boyishly as if you didn't just have a serious argument moments ago. "Don't judge me! You used to steal shit when we were kids, but you didn't hear me bitching about it!"

You roll your eyes. Some things don't change, that being the childish bickering, not the enslaving and caging bit. Your lip inclines upwards for just a second, and it declines just as quickly. You lean back against the other wall of your cage and heave a breath, tired of it all

"Speaking of kids," he rests his arms atop a crate to his left. "What's up with you and Rubber-Boy over there? Luffy, was it?"

Your lip drops to a scowl. Looks like the kid's Devil Fruit powers have come to light, one fruit eater to another. "What about him?"

Buggy smirks and pulls out a knife from inside his coat. He turns it playfully in his hand, balancing the sharp edge at the tip of his finger as though in deep thought. "He yours or something? 'Cause, I gotta admit, I never took you as the white-picket-fence type."

He’s joking, right? 

Right?

"He's not mine.”

The look that befalls his face almost seems like … relief? He’s quick to mask it though with a half-assed smirk.

"No?" He tips his head to each side and lets the knife lie on the crate. "You sure as hell seem protective over him, and I know for a fact that not just anyone earns the favor of the legendary Cross-Hairs.” He puts a hand under his chin, feigning a motion of deep thinking. “What'd he do? Save your life? You found him in the trash? Or did you shag up with his daddy or something?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I made a promise."

At the mention of this, he promptly ceases with his ridiculous guesses and his words turn sharp. "To whom?"

"None of your fucking business." You're pretty sure that if he learns that you made that promise to none other than Shanks, he'd unleash a different kind of hell not even the death of Roger could hope to spark. 

Rather than pushing the matter, he shrugs with an air of indifference. "I just find it funny, that's all." He chuckles, but his tone lacks any visible sense of comicalness. "You, one of the most notorious pirates to ever cross the East-Blue, disappeared for a decade to do what, exactly? Look after a simple-minded brat who talks shit about becoming King of the Pirates." 

He snaps his attention back to you and moves closer to the cage again, crouching on his knees to gaze up at you instead. "Sorry not sorry to burst that little bubble, but that title will belong to me. Once I get the map your stretchy little runt has hidden, I will find the One Piece. I will become King. I will be known, and I will be loved."

("You were loved,") a part of you wants to tell him. The part that still lingers in your shared past. ("You were always loved.")

But you keep your mouth shut.

He perceives your silence as a sign to continue. "You know, despite everything that happened, I'm opening my heart to forgiveness, for old times’ sake."

"Forgiveness?"

He smiles, but this one, you discover, is genuine. At least, in comparison to all the other ones he's flashed you beforehand. It's a lukewarm feeling, but familiar. You're almost tempted to reach through the bars and feel his cheeks, trace the edges of his lips, and smudge away the red make-up just to know if it is real or just a figment of your imagination. 

"If you convince Rubber-Boy to hand over that map of the Grand Line, I might consider opening a special spot in my crew, just for you. I know better than anyone what you're capable of. Hell, it'll be just like old times, like nothing ever changed. You and me, against the rest of the world."

Slowly, he reaches his hand up and towards you through the bars, palm open for you to take.

"Don't you miss it?" he whispers, wistfully. "I do. Save for the One Piece, it's been the one thing I've wanted more than anything else."

You blink, and a feeling settles over your chest. Not uncomfortable per se, but not kind either. Like being enveloped by a warm yet tight blanket, staving you off the cold but suffocating you all the same. 

Your dream. You remember your dream. The one you thought gone forever, now seemingly resurfacing from the depths in your heart where it initially drowned. To travel and explore the seas, the three of you by each other’s sides until the very end. That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Now, Buggy is opening up the possibility of that dream coming back to life again. 

You're tempted to take his hand, feel the warmth that once held you so openly when you were younger.

You raise your hand to him ever so slightly.

"Fuck, Rubber Boy can come too for all I care.” He proceeds to add. “He's a special case, and there's nothing I appreciate more than special ones." 

Your hand stops and promptly withdraws.

Buggy raises his eyebrows in shock, his fingers curling as they were about to grasp at yours only to find empty air. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" 

Luffy.

You shake your head. "He won't give up. He won't give up on his dream." 

"What, Rubber-Boy?" he scowls like the name itself tastes like bitter venom on his tongue. "He's just a stupid kid, he'll grow out of it. Once he sees that there's no way he would last in the Grand Line on his own, he'll get in line."

You take a deep breath, preparing for the confrontation that's about to come with your next words. "He won't, and no power or authority on this earth is ever going to be able to change that."

A flash of hurt crosses his facial features, only for a second, yet it feels like longer. Then, it stops, and all that's left is the same bitterness he showed that very day.

Snarling, Buggy pulls his hand back and gets back up on his feet. “I should’ve expected this. You never choose me!" he flares and pulls both his hands to his chest, gesturing to himself. "It's always someone els- Always someone fucking else. First Shanks, then this damn brat! Why?" He briefly pauses, as if weighing his next words. "What did they ever do that was so special that you decided to stick around for them that I didn't do?"

You’ve just about had enough of his self-pitying attitude. 

"I never 'chose' Shanks!" you hiss back at him. "It was never a choice. Why was I supposed to 'choose' anyone for that matter? What made you reach the conclusion that there had to be a choice at all?!"

He parts his jaws to answer with what you can only expect to be yet another sneer when the curtains behind him parts, and a member of the troupe enters. A dark-skinned man with a Mohawk of sorts, with filed teeth resembling a shark more than a man.

"Boss, the kid ain't saying nothin' about the map." The man ("Sharptooth", you decide to call him for now) says with a deep twinge of aggravation. "We're already at nearly thirty-damn-feet, and all the little shit does is fuckin' laugh at us."

Buggy does not even turn to address the man, his attention solely at you, but you can tell he's irritated by this interruption.

"Sharptooth" turns to you, having just realized you’re here. A sinister grin spreads along his cheeks, and he licks his upper teeth lecherously. "What do we do 'bout her? Is she up on the menu yet? I'm starvin'."

You crouch down, one hand positioned between your knees like a predator ready to lunge at the slightest movement. Truth be told, despite your reputation, killing someone has never been one of life's greatest joys for you, and it's been a while since you last committed a murder. However, the years have done little to weaken you, and you're not afraid to get your hands dirty if the situation demands it.

You'll be sure to let him know first-hand that if he dares to try anything.

"No," Buggy replies, voice void of any tangible emotions. "She'll snap your neck like a twig before you can get within a foot of her." He turns to face the disappointed performer, and before the latter knows it, a severed hand clamps around his throat and dangles him above the ground with what you can only expect to be a bruising grip. "I am, on the other hand, not limited by such proximity."

The man's face begins to pale as the blood flow to his brain is cut short, but the grip does not lessen at all.

Buggy speaks like he’s having a normal conversation. "She stays here, and no one, and I mean no one, is going to touch her. Understood?" His soft say leaves no room for opposition.

You watch as "Sharptooth" struggles to form a coherent sentence as he desperately clings to the hand keeping him afloat. "Y-Yes si— Yes, Captain. W-We won't!"

With a bored swish, the hand shoves the performer back a good two feet, where he crashes to the ground and clutches his neck in search of air.

"Splendid!" Buggy attaches his wrist back and claps his hands together, his Show Man act replenished. "Now, be sure to tell the others of that little fact, and while you're at it,—" he draws his palms away from one another in a straight motion. "Add another five feet."

The crew member wastes no time shuffling from the ground and all but books it out of there.

Buggy heaves a deep and dramatic sigh, exaggeratedly slumping his shoulders, and swings back to you again.

"Supporting casts, am I right?"

You don't bother with a reply.

He takes this with a lackadaisical shrug. "Now, as much as I'd like to continue this intriguing, little tête-à-tête, I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. The show must go on, but I’ll come back before you know it."

It doesn't matter when he'll be back. You don't plan on waiting for him. You've already waited twenty long years, and as your temper simmers evenly under your skin, you intend to get one thing across.

"Just remember this, Buggy," 

You lean against the bars, pressed so tightly that it feels like your body is about to push through the narrow gaps. "If you do anything to the kid, anything at all, and you can consider our past six feet under. I'll come after you, and when I'm finished,—"

Fist clenched; you deliver a solid strike to the bar that rattles throughout the room to the point where it feels like even the ground is quacking from the force. Buggy jumps a few steps back in retreat, and when he looks up again, his breath halts. 

Where there was once a straight bar keeping you contained, there's now a prominent curve pointing out towards him. Not nearly large enough for you to squeeze through, but it's there, nonetheless.

When you lower your fist, knuckles red but intact, you finish your warning. "— Not even your Devil-Fruit powers will manage to keep you intact."

His eyes flicker between you and the now-deformed iron bar. Unexpectedly, he only stares, neither returning a threat nor even a joke to ease the tension. He doesn’t say anything at all, and the absence of words leaves nothing up to interpretation.

Buggy knows better than anyone that you don't make half-assed threats. Never you. Once you’ve set your eyes on a target, you don’t rest. He recalls the look of pure bloodlust in your eyes from back when you were young. It was neither cruel nor sadistic, but it felt cold to witness. Ice incarnate. 

A predator just following its prime instincts.

Whenever someone posed a problem to either you or your crew mates, you would counter it with a threat. It didn't matter how bold-faced it sounded, you always made sure to see it through. 

As a teenager, he begrudgingly thought that it was hot as hell. You were. Watching the way your eyes would almost glower as you made good on your promises, it did things to him.

Now, even when he's on the receiving end of it, it still does.

He can't deny that the feeling hasn't diminished. For what it’s worth, it means that you’ll keep your focus on him. He’ll have your eyes, all for his own now. Those very eyes, always so sleek and ready to cut and by God, he realizes at that moment just how fucking much he’s missed them.

How much he’s missed you.

“Well,” he says as he makes his way to the exit. “I guess I’ll see you in the front row.”

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How Girl's Work

Pairing:Platonic Ivy Trio x female reader

Summary:When Thomas asks about your pads, you try to explain the female body.

It didn't seem important to hide them. I’m a girl so I’ll sometimes need pads. They’re all guys and have no idea what they are. I keep them in a box under one of the medical beds.

Nobody cares to ask. It's a clear box with some light, mysterious, square things inside, with my name written on plain ducktape.

I honestly should have known better. Thomas loves asking questions. From the day he arrived he was curious about absolutely everything.

“What's the box for?”He asked, pointing at it.

“I’ve always wondered that too,”Minho admitted from the other bed.

“Can't say it didn't catch my eye at first,”Newt shrugged.

“I knew letting you guys be here on days off would end up being a mistake,”I sighed.

“We're helpful sometimes,”Thomas defended.

“Yes, but you you're also you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”Minho asked quickly.

“Whenever you go, chaos follows.”

“Hey, that's usually those two. You leave me out of it,”Newt said firmly.

“The point is, you're all nosy.”

“Okay, but what's in the special box?”Thomas repeated, making sure we didn't get off track from the original topic. How kind.

“Pads. They're just for girls.”

“Well, that’s sexist,”Minho responded with a completely serious voice, raising his eyebrow as if I had offended his ancestors and future children.

“No. It's literally only made for girls to use. At least once a month I have to use a few a day.”

“For what?”Thomas interrogated, sitting on the bed. Taking a spot on each side of him, the other two waited for me to answer.

I guess I’m doing this then.

��You know how I sometimes tell you all to just leave me alone for a few days?”

“Yes,”Newt nodded, leaning forward as if he was about to take notes.

“That’s because at least once a month I get a period.”

Minho nodded in an ‘ah, yes’ way as if he knew exactly what that was. He did not, but I’m gonna pretend not to notice. It's just easier.

“Like at the end of a sentence?”Thomas asked.

“No. My uterus lining sheds, which means I’ll bleed from down there.”

“What’s the point of that?”Newt asked, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was pulling knowledge about it from the back of his mind.

“It has to do with my eggs.”

“You have eggs?”Thomas asked, his face devoid of color as he was doing his best to figure it out. Minho rested his chin on his hands like a great philosopher that knew everything there was to know about women.

“Yes, but they're pretty much microscopic. They're important, because it's how the human population would continue.”

“So humans come from eggs?”

“Technically, yes. You guys know about pregnancy?”

“You mean that hellish sounding thing where you have nine months of growing a human?”Newt checked.

“Yes. Periods make sure I have enough to get pregnant and have one of those.”

“Why would anyone want one of those?”

“Because some people want to be parents. That and accidents happen.”

“So I might have been an accident?”Thomas asked in true horror.

“I couldn't have been an accident. Who wouldn't want me around?”Minho shrugged.

“I wouldn't be surprised if all of us were accidents,”Newt added.

“Well, it's a possibility. If your mom didn't plan to have a baby, then yeah. You were an accident.”

“How does the accident happen?”

“We’ll save that for another day,”I trailed off.

“I understand this perfectly,”Minho insisted.

“I have more questions though,”Thomas said, putting his hand up.

“I need you to clarify something.”

“What would it mean-”

“This is where you shanks are always hiding,”Alby remarked, walking in.

“Only sometimes,”I defended.

“Well, I need to borrow your helpers.”

“They're all yours,”I definitely allowed, looking over at them. With heavy sighs, they stood up to follow him. A night in the pit for more girl knowledge was not worth it.

“Make sure not to bleed out the next time you get your period,”Thomas whispered as he passed by me.

“Thanks Thomas. I’ll keep that in mind,”I nodded.

“Good luck,”He said, giving me a thumbs up as he followed everyone else out the door.

Yeah. They really do not get it.

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I have a lot of fic ideas. Can’t decide what I want to do. If you decide to read any of this lol, please let me know what looks good.

First: Alternate universe - Canon Divergence Where Crocodile, Mihawk, and Doflamingo also are raised on the the Oro Jackson and this would be around the time Buggy and Shanks were 6 or 7. Setting would be mainly Marineford, during Timeskip, and after Timeskip though. Showing differences to how they acted in canon. Also they’d treat Buggy far better. Buggy would be transgender and with the help of Ivankov would finally have her body. The trio plus Shanks wouls be happy for buggy but it’s harder to control their feelings about the clown.

Second: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting with Powers Buggy is a stripper and escort(people pay for his time not sex) on off days. He enjoys his work, basking in the attention and exhilaration. So do his customers, specifically a few(Shanks, Croc, Mihawk, and Doffy). Who would like to have more and go about getting it in different ways, consensually of course.

Third: Crocodile and Mihawk start treating Buggy better then end up courting him together. It’s fragile but wonderful. Shanks is trying to rekindle their romance: After finally being invited to Karai Bari(I guess I forgot the right name lol) by Buggy he’s unsettled to learn that the other two have a head start. He invites Rayleigh to the island in the guise of a family reunion. Hijinks ensue that end up making Croc and Mihawk look bad, which usually doesn’t bother them but it’s their boyfriend’s dad whose the legendary Dark King no less. So yeah, not good.

Fourth: Buggy has several friends with benefits(Shanks, Croc, Mihawk, Doffy, and Marco) Who never said it was but Buggy assumed so then ran with it. Each of them finds out the clown has other bed partners and who they are which… they don’t take well(No physical or sexual abuse). At a pirate retreat their acquaintances take advantage of the situation and use Buggy to rile them up with no release. So as to enact revenge against them for various petty reasons.

edited the first one because the way I described the guys reaction to Buggy’s transitioned body could come across wrong. To be clear, there is no transphobia. It’s essentially “you were already amazing and now even more so, my little heart can’t take it.”

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Ecstasy: Chapter 2 of 2

Chapter 1 is here.

(Mihawk/Shanks/AFAB!Reader)

Minors Do Not Interact

Rating: Explicit 18+

Summary: Shanks and Mihawk take you out to the bar for your birthday. They slip a little something in your drink as a present and lavish you with attention. Happy Birthday to you!

You open your eyes, half-lidded and heavy with want. Next to Shanks stands Mihawk, slotted against his companion once more, yellow eyes blown wide and clouded with lust. The two of them tower before you on the edge of the bed, drinking in your beauty, fondly pressed to one another.

"Prettiest thing you ever did see, aye Hawk-eyes?"

Warnings: M/M/F Threesome, DubCon, Non-consensual drugging, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fisting, Double Penetration, Light BDSM, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink.

Shanks and Mihawk waste no time rushing you through the town's streets, straight back down to the docks where the Red Force is anchored. Ecstasy thrums through your body, heat burning in your core as you cling to Mihawk's broad shoulders. The gentle glow of the road lanterns dance in your vision as you're quickly ushered along, you close your eyes, overwhelmed by the lingering tracers. The sound of the ocean that gently laps against the hull of the ship washes over you, letting you know you are home.

Before you knew it the three of you had boarded the ship, whisked away to the Captain's quarters, Mihawk lowers you onto the plush king size mattress your trio shares. You grip the soft blankets, relieved that you were back in the safety and privacy of your beloved's room.

Shanks kneels on the bed next to you, knuckles softly caressing your flushed cheek, "How are you doing, love?"

Your eyes flutter at the tender contact, your body humming with approval, "Good...so good..."

Shanks' grin blinds you for a moment, even lights up his dark warm eyes. The look on his face takes your breath away, his gaze wandering your face, to your lips and finally along your body, re-igniting your arousal.

"Kiss me..." You whisper, reaching up to stroke the 3 raised scars on the left side of his face and eye, "Please..."

He props himself up by his one hand, leaning down to collide with your feverish mouth. Teeth clacking against yours he eagerly drinks you in, tongue soothing over your teeth, the tip of your own tongue, further down in your mouth over and over again, until you feel spit-drunk and dopamine dizzy. After what feels like an eternity in heaven he pulls away, leaving you gasping for air, needy for more.

You open your eyes, half-lidded and heavy with want. Next to Shanks stands Mihawk, slotted against his companion once more, yellow eyes blown wide and clouded with lust. The two of them tower before you on the edge of the bed, drinking in your beauty, fondly pressed to one another.

"Prettiest thing you ever did see, aye Hawk-eyes? " Shanks asks, arm curling around the war lord's waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

Mihawk hums, a low sound in his chest, hand reaching out to stroke your ankle while he returns the gesture of the red-haired captain by snaking his arm around Shanks' waist, fingertips gripping his hip.

"Absolutely gorgeous,"  he responds back, rubbing little circles in the soft spot of your ankle.

Your breath hitches in your throat, the image of these heart-breakingly beautiful men pressed together, faces inches apart, doting on you, it was almost too much to handle.

A desperate whine shudders it's way out of your throat, the sight of them so close together in proximity makes you feel hot and overwhelmed. You sit up suddenly, the desperate need to be bare and felt by them takes over as you begin to strip. First your shirt and bodice, followed by a difficult try with your boots, until the men got the picture and started working on your laces for you. Quickly they toss your shoes, skirt, and stockings out of sight and mind until you were only left in the black cotton thong they helped ruin only a short time ago.

The two pirates stood speechless together, closely regarding the treasure splayed out before them, your blown-out pupils wandering down to the obvious arousal hardening in their pants.

"Fuck..." You moan, as another rush of pleasure showers over you, the promise of their want and need clutching deep inside of you.

"Please..." You mewl helplessly, your fingers caressing and pinching the soft flesh of your tender nipples and breasts, head tossed back against the plush bedding, back arched off the bed, "Please, I want, I want..."

You can't form the words, your brain refuses to string sentences together, every atom of your being feels like a live-wire - raw energy redirecting back into your body, your skin, your mouth, your stomach, your clit, your cunt. You keen out a frustrated sigh, squirming mindlessly in pleasure.

"Oh poor thing," Shanks coos, mocking you with fake sympathy, he parts from Mihawk's side to slide inbetween your legs, expertly pulling off his own shirt in a single motion in the process. He gently opens your thighs until your knees are level with your hips, toes flexing in the air.

Mihawk crawls to the head of the bed, hands smoothing over your shoulders as he begins to strip, placing his hat on the night stand, long leather coat shed away, boots kicked off and forgotten. He takes your head and places it in his lap, your face inches away from his clothed cock. You whimper with longing, your face nuzzling against the prominent bulge in his pants.

"So needy," Shanks continues to tease, mouth leaning down to connect with your navel, fingertips ghosting up and down your leg, each time getting closer to the edge of your panties.

They have your candle burning at both ends, nerves wracked with unadulterated need. Shanks dips his tongue to lave over your clothed clit, connecting with your pleasure center. You buck your hips, desperate for the release that was previously denied to you.

You cry out as Shanks’ tongue licks along the damp fabric, toying with your aching bud, overstimulating you past the brink of sanity. Your hands automatically fly down to grip his bright red hair, your fingernails digging hard into his scalp; he grunts with discomfort.

“Shanks, please!”

Immediately you are punished with two harsh and furious slaps, one after the other on each of your thighs.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a stinging pain blooming across your sensitive flesh, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure spilling out your every pore.

Your arms are yanked back up by Mihawk, wrists firmly captured in one of his large hands, the other gripped tightly in your hair to force your head forward to look directly into Shanks’ eyes.

His normally warm, gentle brown eyes are stern, almost black, glinting with something just a little dangerous. He curls his hand under your chin, gripping it firmly so your lips pout just a little.

“What was that, baby girl? Sounds like someone forgot their manners.”

You whimper, as you gently squirm between the two men, a single tear sliding down your cheek, “I-I’m sorry, Daddy, I just…I can’t control myself, please I need you, I need both of you, please.”

Mihawk and Shanks share a glance, their tenderness returning. Mihawk lets up on his fingers that are taunt with your scalp, his bruising grip loosening on your wrists.

“Oh princess, this isn’t meant to be a punishment,” he cradles your face in his hand, kissing your flushed and tear-streaked cheeks, “this is a gift, we want to spoil you, but you have to remember to behave like the good girl we know you are, and not a spoiled little brat.”

You sniffle, trembling, “I’ll be good Daddy, p-please spoil me, I’m s-so ready…”

Shanks smiles wide, pressing his lips firmly against yours, probing his tongue into your eager mouth, flicking the tip against the overly sensitive muscle. You melt into the kiss, your body relaxing from the contact as you settle back into Mihawk’s lap, his straining cock pressing into your shoulder.

Shanks breaks the kiss, his hand wandering from your face down to your chest, soothing over the round flesh of your breasts, playfully plucking at your hardened nipples before finally reaching down to crook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pry them off your legs.

You mewl, another jolt of electricity shooting through your core as you’re finally exposed to the open air. Mihawk and Shanks share another lustful glance toward one another, both their lips upticked with smirks.

Shanks sighs, somewhat breathless, as he runs his fingers through your puffy and slicked up entrance, “Oh fuck baby girl, you’re absolutely soaked.”

Mihawk suddenly tips your head back and captures your lips, swallowing the moan that is ripped from your body as Shanks swipes the pad of his thumb over your stiff and throbbing clit.

He hums into your mouth, sliding his tongue down as far as it could reach before swirling it below the underside of your own, pleased at the needy noises he drinks from you, as Shanks continues to glide his fingers up and down your pussy lips, rewarding you with a single slender finger every moment or so. Mihawk pulls away, leaving you breathless as he grinds his hips and unbearably hard cock into the soft skin of your back.

“How about we put that pretty mouth to good use,” he purrs, releasing your hands as he reaches down to grasp the buckle of his belt, pulling it off and undoing the front of his pants swiftly, his cock standing up firm against his stomach.

“Hmmm, be a good girl and suck Sir’s cock,” Shanks grins, sliding the two middle fingers of his hand into your pulsing cunt, earning him a satisfied gasp from your burning red, kiss-swollen mouth.

Mihawk maneuvers your head out of his lap, sitting up onto his knees he grasps his cock, giving it a few firm strokes before feeding the tip past your plush, wettened lips. You gaze up at Mihawk, his piercing eyes fixed on yours as he inches into your throat.

Shanks watches, captivated as both pairs of your pink soaked lips take a different part of both your lovers, your mouth swallowing Mihawk as your pussy swallows his own fingers. With a breathy groan, Shanks slips a third finger into you.

“Hmph!” You whimper around Mihawk’s thick cock, heat frantically pooling in your stomach, euphoria warming your entire body. Your eyes roll back as Mihawk thrusts further into your mouth, the lewd messy noises of Shanks’ ambitious fingers fucking your drenched hole resound through the Captain’s cabin.

Shanks looks at you adoringly through half-lidded eyes, drunk on the way your body screams and sings for him, like a living musical instrument. Enthralled by Mihawk’s cock bulging in your throat, his fingers easily sucking into your willing body.

“So wet and open…do you think you could take my whole hand, baby?” Shanks asks innocently, a hint of the scoundrel he actually is glinting in his sincere eyes.

Mihawk smirks back at the red haired captain, shallowly thrusting into the heat of your throat, watching hungrily as Shanks sinks a fourth finger into your greedy cunt, twisting slightly to open you up further.

“Oh she can take it, right darling?” Mihawk coos, gently tracing the back of his fingertips over the side of your face, down to lovingly caress the bulge of himself in your throat.

You let out a muffled whine, your eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping the covers beneath you for dear life as you try not to gag on the engorged dick that’s filling your windpipe, dizzying spells of ecstasy crashing over you again and again as you feel Shanks pry you open ever further, his thumb edging against the glossy and sensitive stretched out rim of your entrance.

“Such a good girl,” Shanks praises, white teeth grazing over his bottom lip while he gently twists his hand into you, final finger slotting in place.

You gasp at the sensation, almost choking. Mihawk immediately pulls out of your throat and caresses your face so you could get your bearings.

Mihawk and Shanks’ lips both part, sighing in simultaneous arousal, at the sight of Shanks’ fist buried wrist deep in your pussy. You tip your head up, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts, shiny wide-eyes looking at Shanks as he gazed over you, eyes meeting yours with a deep look of affection, admiration, and praise.

“How…h-how many is that, Daddy?” You ask in a hushed whisper, trembling between the warmth of their bodies.

Shanks gives you a gentle smile, and says quietly, “That’s all of them, little one.”

You feel yourself flush from head to toe, never had you been so open and vulnerable, never stretched so wide. The thought of you completely engulfing his hand makes you want to cum right then and there.

“Fuuuck…,” you whine, immersed in the unrelentless waves of arousal the drug continuously pumps through your system. Your head falls back on the bed, your hands grasping for Mihawk, gripping hard to one of his thighs, “Plllleeeaasseee~”

“Hmmm, want to cum like this? Me fucking you with my fist?” Shanks breathes, tone heavy, laced with awe, his fist slowly starting to pump in and out of you.

A short sound of approval rumbles deep from Mihawk’s chest, watching hungrily as your body takes Shanks’ hand, obscene, wet noises blending in with the increasingly loud moans and noises that spill from your mouth.

“Want to see if I can make her squirt?” Shanks asks, locking eyes with Mihawk, face lit up with a devilish smile.

“I most certainly would,” Mihawk replies with a smirk, leaning over your trembling form to swipe his fingertips over the hood of your clit.

You cry out, bliss flooding your body, the combination of Mihawk’s fingers fluttering over your clit and Shanks’ fist twisting and fucking more feverishly into you was almost too much to bear, the threat of your orgasm licking at your insides making you whine in delicious agony.

“Don’t force it down, just let go,” Shanks grunts with the effort of his thrusts, his movements shaking your whole body, your slick juices dripping down his wrist and forearm.

“You don’t need permission to cum anymore, it’s your birthday, darling, you can cum as many times as you want,” Mihawk purrs, expert fingers flying feather-light over your stiff clit.

You whimper, one arm tossed over your face as your entire body quakes, shockwaves of electric heat pulsing through your pussy, an intense wave of pressure hitting a breaking point within you. Shanks’ fist thrusts into you one final time and you go blind, a pleasant blanket of pleasure shrouding over you, tension snapped. A sharp cry leaves your throat, your body convulsing as you gush slick, your orgasm ripped harshly from you, soaking Shanks’ arm and the sheets below.

“Gorgeous,” Mihawk breathes, soothing his hands over your flushed pink face.

“Fucking perfect,” Shanks praises, gently removing his hand from your gaping hole with a lewd wet noise, making you squeak with another jolt of ecstasy as his large hand leaves you.

Shanks crawls onto the bed next to you and Mihawk, propping himself up on some pillows, “C’mere, princess, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Your body shudders, aftershocks of euphoria showering through your system, dancing in your blood. With as much energy as you could muster you crawl ontop of Shanks, naked form pressed to his bare chest, face nuzzled against his pulse point. He runs his hand up and down your spine, making you shiver, goosebumps erupting along your sensitive flesh.

“You can’t be done just yet, you haven’t cum on my cock,” the red-head captain smirks deviously before claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hips rolling up into you. The front of his straining pants press firm to your clit, dampening the fabric.

Frantically you reach down to his waistband, undoing the laces of his pants as quickly as you could, shoving down the the pesky fabric to free his thick cock. He hums in appreciation, reaching down with his one free hand to glide the tip of his dick through your puffy stretched out lips, still gaping from his fist. Without hesitation he easily slides in, bottoming out with one thrust, hips flush with your own. You bite back a moan, the sound muffled by Shanks' shoulder as you press your heated face to his tan skin.

You hadn’t noticed Mihawk shift behind you until you felt his fingertips running down the base of your spine, causing your back to arch at the tingling sensation.

“My my, that went in easy,” he says condescendingly, his fingertips trailing further down your ass, before brushing over the tight entrance of your asshole, “but it looks like there’s room for much more. So tell me, birthday girl, where do you want me?”

Mihawk swipes over your asshole again, “Here?” He toys with it for a moment, spitting on the puckered flesh before easing in a fingertip, “…or here?” Two fingers glide down the little bit of skin between your openings, and slot themselves inside of your pussy, next to Shanks’ dick.

“There!” You mewl, little whimpers muffled into the side of Shanks’ neck, your hips buck sharply giving the captain a drag of euphoric friction.

“Mmm, yeah, right there,” Shanks groans, breathless as Mihawk slides a third finger inside of you, shallowingly thrusting while also rubbing against the underside of Shanks’ buried cock, “Let’s fuck her together.”

Mihawk wastes no time in removing his fingers and placing himself in between Shanks’ legs, lining himself up at your thoroughly fucked out hole, still dripping wet, filled up with one thick cock but room to spare. He hisses lightly as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock against the outer edge of your cunt, before slowly stuffing himself in along side the captain’s own member.

You thought you had known bliss before this moment, but the burn of the stretch, and the shape of them both, and the feeling of them completely owning your heart, mind, soul and body; was an ecstasy you weren’t sure could exist.

“Sir! Daddy!” You cry out as you surrender completely to them, letting them push and pull into you, both moving in and out at opposite paces, not sure whose lips, fingers, teeth, or cock was servicing you at any given moment. You became a lump of flesh, a toy, a pleasure doll. You gave into it, settled there, your body relaxing into the hot stretch of two men fucking your pussy at once.

You couldn’t tell if it felt so good because of the drug they had slipped you, or the pure exhilaration of how they were able to tame you so fully into submission, guiding you into the dreamy edge of subspace or possibly a combination of both. All you did realize is you had lost track of how many times you came on their cocks as they fucked into you together. All you could do was cling to Shanks’ shoulders and take them full force into your willing body.

Shanks is a wreck, head thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open slack, arm circling your waist tightly as his hips wildly thrust up into you. Mihawk’s yellow eyes are blown wide, almost black, teeth sunken into his bottom lip at the sight of the two of you beneath him.

“F-fuck, close…” Shanks rasps through his pleasure, rhythm faltering in his motions as he and Mihawk bottom out over and over again, your pussy-slick dripping down their shafts onto Shanks' balls.

“Please…please, please, please…” you chant, eyes rolled back, blissfully claimed, owned, used, “Please cum inside me…”

Mihawk’s pace starts to falter as well, his countenance wavering, eyelids fluttering, hands bruised into your hips as your pussy contracts and pulses around their thick lengths. The extra stimulation they feel both sliding against one another inside of you causing their orgasms to arrive sooner than normal.

“Fuck! Good! Girl!” Mihawk growls, sharply enunciating each word with a thrust.The motion drawing a moan from the red-haired captain, causing him to tip over the edge and reach his end, hand threaded tight into your hair as he cums inside of you, biting down on your shoulder with a groan.

Mihawk follows closely behind, his hips frantically stuttering as he drapes himself over your back, a satisfied gasp leaving his throat as his orgasm hits, dick pulsing along side Shanks', their cum mixing together inside of you.

The three of you breathe together, coming down from your collective pleasure, bodies still conjoined. You can feel the dull pulse of the drug leaving your system, the need for sleep settling its way into your brain making your eyes heavy. Gently you brush a hand over the scars on Shanks face, in response he dips his head down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Careful now Hawk-eyes,” Shanks murmurs, shifting his hips to begin withdrawing his cock from you, “Poor thing is going to be tender.”

Mihawk soothes a hand over your back, slowly removing himself as well, a mixture of their cum leaking out of your aching hole, dripping down your thighs. You whimper a sigh of relief as soon as both men retreat from your fucked out pussy, leaving you wet, satisfied and coated in their juices.

Softly Mihawk gathers you into his arms, removing you from Shanks’ chest. He kisses the top of your head before tucking you into bed, in your rightful spot between the two men.

“Did you have a good birthday, love?” Shanks asks, petting the side of your face as you cozy up in the plush covers and pillows, “What I gave you wasn’t too much right? It felt good?”

Sleepily you nod, a small smile gracing your tired face, eyelids becoming increasingly heavy as you happily gaze up at your lovers handsome faces, “Yes Daddy, thank you. I actually loved it, I think it’s the reason you were both able to…fit inside me.”

Mihawk and Shanks grin from ear to ear at that, pleased at the light blush that heats up your cheeks. Both of them proud they were able to open you up and take you in such a way.

“Good, happy birthday baby, try to get some sleep,” Shanks smiles, tucking you further into the covers, both him and Mihawk kissing you sweetly on the mouth.

“And when you wake up, I’ll let you cum on my tongue,” Mihawk smirks with a wink.

“Hmmm, yes please…” you beam sleepily, closing your eyes and giving into the realm of sleep, their deep voices still on the edge of your consciousness.

“We should definitely slip her that powder more often,” you hear Shanks say, pleased with himself.

“Oh most definitely.”

Thanks for reading, I hope all of you filthy heathens enjoyed 😘

Main Masterlist

[merbear25]

One Piece Requests

A/n: a better collection of what lovely people have requested

SFW

Their type

Mihawk

Killer and Kid

Law

Experimenting on himself (Caesar)

Helping you feel comfortable in your own skin (Sanji, Mihawk, Shanks)

His two loves (Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk)

If you went overboard (Zoro, Law, Mihawk)

Teasing them just to get a rise (Doflamingo, Crocodile, Ace) *very suggestive

Pangs of a forgotten heart (Judge)

The reason I lie awake at night (Caesar) *mention of experiments

The kind of love that sneaks up on you (Zoro)

For research purposes (Caesar) *dark themes

Who's the prettiest girl? (Cross guild)

Your bleeding heart (Caesar) *dark themes

Raising a child who's goth (Mihawk, Kid, Buggy)

When you're a carbon copy of...Todo Aoi X OP

A constant reminder (Doflamingo)

A love that was true (Sanji)

With a shy reader (X Drake)

His for the reaping (Caesar) *yandere tones and experiments

But what if...you were a worm? x OP

With a s/o who's much taller (Kid, Killer, Law)

With a s/o who rations their food (Sanji)

Teasing OP men for being "short"

Twerking for the OP men *suggestive

When the need for acceptance trumps one's own morals (Akainu)

Finding their s/o crying (Crocodile, Mihawk, Smoker)

With a beautiful and bashful reader (Law, Zoro, Ace)

With a cute and feminine reader (Franky, Zoro, Luffy)

Them taking care of you (Crocodile, Katakuri)

Them asking you out (Cross Guild)

Until we meet again (Shanks)

How they handle an argument x OP

Their light in this dark world (Kid, Shanks, Law)

Sending them nudes x OP men *very suggestive but nothing mentioned

With a pregnant reader (Mihawk, Zoro, Smoker)

One of their own (Monster trio)

Accidently hurting their s/o (Monster trio)

An enchanting voice (Monster trio)

A natural mother x Cross Guild

With a kind reader (Ace, Mihawk, Smoker)

With fem!reader who bakes and has a bakery (Sanji, Luffy, Koby)

With a small fem!reader (Corazon, Zoro, Law)

Buggy as a boyfriend

Ace with a fem s/o with scars

NSFW

Be my distraction (Reiju)

With a virgin reader (Kizaru, Aokiji)

The thrilling chill of death (Caesar)

Here and now (Hongo)

Can't have a moment's privacy (Corazon)

Their s/o having a breeding kink (Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk)

What kinks they're into (Nami, Robin)

Waking them up with head (Monster Trio)

You're just irresistible, darling (Ace, Smoker, Crocodile)

With a busty reader (Usopp)

Lost in the heat of the moment (Law)

What they're into x OP men

Catching you masturbating (Ace, Zoro, Luffy)

When their pull-out game is weak (Zoro, Ace, Shanks)

His little plaything (Crocodile)

Popping your cherry (Ace, Smoker, Zoro)

Leading his devoted follower into sin (Priest! Doffy)

Such big words for someone so small (Caesar)

Crocodile x needy and clingy m!reader

[purple-goo-writes]

Now hear me out-

But Competent!Buggy AU and Papa!Buggy AU where shanks isn't the only one to find a baby in a treasure chest.

Though instead of a treasure chest- it's a crate of apples..

And instead of just a baby, it's two very angry five year Olds and giggling Baby with a sunshine smile.

Buggy swears this is some how Shanks fault.

Basically Buggy raises the ASL brothers and despite how he grumbles, he wouldn't have any other monstrous trio as his sons.

[rainbowagate]

•°♤°• Don't worry gurl I am both a Shuggy shipper and a Zosan Shipper 👍 I'll consume your creations like its my last meal

Also Shuggy idea: What if the Breakup ep didn't happen between Buggy and Shanks and they stayed together? Years later they found a baby Uta in a treasure chest and they adopt her. Later on in Foosha Village there now caring for 3 boys (The ASL trio). Now they got a set of 4 children on their hands

you get me

omg i love that idea! I’ve read a few fics where buggy and shanks raise ace/asl, but i don’t think i’ve seen one with uta in the mix

I love shuggy dads because buggy gets to shine as the responsible one

food for thought indeed 🧐

[quinntamsin]

Standing on her hand she felt her balancing on the top of the tower as she watched the bedraggled procession below. On Grove 1, the Human Shop, a suit wearing man with a bubbled helmet and turnip shaped hair wandered below. Among him wandered a blowfish-man and a woman. Both wore thick iron collars around their necks with chains leading to the mans hand. His ridiculous suit and hair declared him one of the World Nobles. A guttural growl erupted from her throat as she felt the fur erupt all over her skin. Light white fur covered in black dappling. And it required all of her strength to not  unleash her Devil Fruit. --- Hey guys, to fight away my depression I decided to delve back into One Piece, and Holy Shit, I finally made it through Saobody! So clarify unlike before I will not be doing a Saga wide plot review, instead I'm going to write out my thoughts on the arcs I watch as I recharge further from this past summers assortment of shows. Yes, I will be doing Andor, but it will be a bit for me to work up to it! Now, going straight into Saobody the reappearance of Hatchin was a nice touch. Camie while kind of ditzy was such a damn lovable character! Papagu as a sort of foolish rasta hat wearing sartfish only took the cake. This series is all about the high level absurdism that is in this series. We go from just a wandering lost Mermaid to flying motorcycle fish. But I digress. As the team leaves Thriller Bark they find themselves right at the wall of rock that is the Redline. A massive line of mountains (as best as we can describe it) that encircle the entirety of the world. It is the Redline and the strange Grand Line Ocean which split the One Piece world into the Four Blues. So seeing it in person outside of Reverse Mountain is pretty amazing. Now switching back to Camie, her lead up with the Macro Gang and the Flying Fish Riders was more slapstick than actual fight. Learning that a lowly shitty gangster had his life ruined by a bad art piece of Sanji is pretty hilarious in a way. But what took the cake of this mini-arc was Luffy defeating Duval with just a glance. A great lead in to Haki (which was see earlier in the series with Skypeia and the meet up between Shanks and Whitebeard). We get an idea of how these folks wanted to kidnap Camie as a get-rich-quick scheme. But as we pop in Saobody we get a really taste of the horror of the World Nobles. A man, Devil Dias, escapes only to die as his collar explodes. Later said World Nobles appear and shoot the man because dared to run away and demand to see his family again. What is truly horrific about this scene is how no one moves to heavily Dias. They all ignore him and shudder in terror knowing that the Nobles can enslave them on the spot without question. In this world, the World Government, treats its ultra-rich bubble helmet suit wearing Nobles as "Gods". They're even called "Celestial Dragons", a pretty apt allegory for the uber rich. Any billionaire in this day and age could easily be any one of the Rosewards. When Camie is kidnapped I was horrified as the auction scene became the next focus. Even with Handsome Duval (yes I'm using this title sarcastically) and his crew offering some light humor, there's nothing light about it. So, we get everyone but the Monster Trio in to save Camie and as the slaves are sold she finally almost has a chance to be saved. Nami has a plan! Using every single ounce of treasure from their last big score they'll save her. Too bad that one of the fucking Dragons decides to just bid on her with 500 million! This scene raises the despair of this particular arc, and as all hell breaks lose Luffy and the rest of his top fighters storm the hall only to raise the stakes. Hatchin jumps in and ends up getting shot in only what can be described as a blatant racist show of the terrible humans of One Piece! Seeing Luffy punch Charlos Roseward into the ground was damn satisfying just as it was for someone to land on his shitty father. And when all seems lost a literal fucking legend pops up to save them all! Yeah, this Arc really just as dramatic as any other. Back on topic, what we see here is a pretty lengthy combat scene where the Strawhats are driven to the brink. It's only a matter of time before they break! In this island archipelago of wondrous bubbles and massive mangroves, the very amusement park is just a trap for traffickers. Now, almost immediately after Rayleigh dismisses everyone in a singular moment we get just a singular reprieve. With an episode Admiral Kizaru appears along with the Pacifista. As the Strawhats try to run they are picked off one by one. Each of the Kuma cyborg clones easily takes out members of the Worst Generation as they wield the light of the Pika Pika no Mi. This sudden change from quiet to the increasing despair of the end of this arc was bone chilling. Watching Kizaru stand over both Zoro and later Sanji ready to kill them as, damn. We almost get a sense of triumph just before the Pacifistas are told to step aside by the real Kuma. As he uses his Paw Paw powers to sent the Strawhats away we see Luffy losing it bit by bit. Every bit of safety and support he's built for years is being carved away. No matter how good the Strawhats think they are, they cannot defeat a fucking admiral. Conclusion This Arc is a start up for the Summit War, a story about how you can't always win. That the Bad Guys can and will outthink the hero and that yes, you an't save everyone. I know the end of this story, but I want to experience first hand so I wrote this as a separate piece for my thoughts on the Saga. I plan on doing Amazon Lily and Impel Down soon, but for now this is all the energy I have in me! Hottakes:

The Rosey Riders sans Flying FIsh Riders are a ridiculous crew. I adore them.

Kizaru is a fucking genocidal asshole only matched by Akainu

I like how they really pushed how dangerous Haki is in this especially with Sentomarou using it to hurt Luffy.

Elon Musk is a fucking Celestial Dragon.

This Arc makes me hate the World Government More.

I hardcore ship Sanji and Zoro now for some damn reason, probably because I read a Trans Sanji story!

Nami is amazing, I loved how she's mastering her weather powers.

Sanji firing away in futile attempts against Kizaru just made me want to sob as he wanted to defend his friends.

The scene where Luffy recalled his hardest memories with his crew made me cry so damn hard.

[boa-h]

Hello Boa-h-san~~! I'm here to sharing a brainrot: Recently I was watching some of my favorite comedy and fantasy movies and I don't know if you know the movie Nanny MCPhee or Mary Poppins, but after watching I just I can imagine Y/N being a motherly/paternal figure for ASL Bros. I can only imagine how funny it would be for them to have someone with magical powers (not Devil Fruit powers) as a mother/father. The reaction of the others is just hilarious, how the hell does Y/N have everything and even the most unusual things to have inside their purse that is always empty?! Like for example taking a ham much bigger than their purse to give to Luffy as a snack. AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY CARRY SOMETHING LIKE THAT INSIDE THEIR PURSE IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Now everyone understands how Luffy is so chaotic, his mother/father figure is equally… Eccentric? The ASL Trio love them to the moon and back, but they are equally afraid of them when they gets angry because they is at the level of a Yonko (or be a bit stronger if we want more crackhead energy), they just prefers to stay out of the spotlights, as they loves taking care of children instead of getting involved in petty and stupid fights. You know those kind of people who hide their anger and craving to kick the shit out of someone wiht a sweet and kind smile? they are that kind of person. Even Whitebeard, Garp and Shanks know very well not to piss them off, the same goes for the other yonko (they all learned the hard way). Not even the Marine or WG isn't stupid enough to want to fight them or go after their "children" aka aal kids or teenagers they took under their wing and raised as their own blood (they gives Whitebeard a run for his money by adopting all the kids and teenagers they encounters and needs a mother/father figure). Having them around is simply chaos and breaking the laws of physics. (Law is a man of science since he's a doctor is losing his shit living with Y/N's eccentricities and oddities during his stay on the Sunny, during and after the events of Punk Hazard and eventually Dressrosa, Zou and Wano.) (Me: … Now I'm tempted to ask about headcannons, that's if you're okay to do it, Boa-h-san).

oooohhh,, i’ve never actually watched any western shows or movies other than the wizarding world series. but the idea of the purse seems fun >:0 like hermione’s beaded handbag that she casted with the undetectable extension charm!!

i actually don’t know how ace and sabo would react to it, would definitely think it’s cool but i have no idea what they would ask for 🤔 luffy would definitely ask her for random and weird things to pull out from that purse until someone stops him LOL

[alwek]

OC POSTING; NEW SET

The Devilmen:

These ones have been bouncing around my head for a while. A team of 6 criminals who came together to stop a world destroying force because some idiot decided to break the seal holding a world eater trapped.

Donny: The only human born of the group, Donny was a mafia man in his life. He was the best of the best, a real John Wick type. Nobody fucked with him, and if he was sent after someone, everyone knew that the sorry sucker wouldn't see morning.

After years of faithfully serving as the right hand of the entire crime family, he retired to focus on raising his twin daughters, and living a peacful life like his wife wanted. His rival, however, killed him and his family the night of his retirement.

Donny used his and his families blood to draw a summoning pentagram, and made a deal with a deamon to gain supernatural powers to be able to get revenge.

The deamon ended up giving Donny the power to summon twin pistols, as well as boosted his physical abilities and reaction time, gave him minor night vision, and a devil tail.

Anne: She's lived in THE CITY her whole life and is the reason the original gang found each other. Being a human passing deamon, shes able to walk freely around the city without issue and is the primary grocery shopper of the group.

She's rather quiet and dry in personality and doesn't show her emotions easily. She spent her whole life bouncing around homes, doing odd and dangerous jobs to get by until running into Paul, a man made of obsidian, who invited her to live with him and his pall Shank in their bunker.

She can turn the plasma in her blood into wips, as well as having a deamon born healing factor.

Paul: Paul is made of obsidian and has super strength. Standing at near 7 feet tall, he can't go out in public much without causing a stir among the humans that make up 90% of the cities population, leaving him to stay mostly around the woods his bunker is in.

Paul is a real mans man. Always watching baseball, a lover of beer and beef, and preferres a more simple approach to life. He's never been known to get roudy or outright mean, and is known to have a quiet rage when threatened.

He'd much rather prefer to laze about and take life easily over trying to get involved with the people that keep attacking him.

Shank: Shank has the opposite stature to Paul, being just over 4 feet tall, and is made of pure electrical energy. This, perhaps obviously, makes him very quick, as well as lets him transport through any object able to hold a charge.

He's an excitable dude, always spouting out funky and outlandish ideas for any situation the gang find themselves in. Him and Paul were the first of the group to meet, having first encountered each other in the deserts not too far away from THE CITY. After finding the bunker, they bunkered down and have been living there since.

Thoebe: She found Paul and Shank not long after they moved into the bunker. The trio quickly connected with one another about their non-human appearances, and decided to help each other make it through life a bit more comfortably.

Unlike the rest of the gang who were born, Thoebe grew into existence from a seed that had deamon energy imbued into it via the cosmic lottery. Because of this, she's the only member of the gang who doesn't have any actual fleshy bits, as she's made entirely of dirt and plant matter.

She can speak to, control, meld into, and revive all plant life. She can also grow any plant she wants anywhere on her body, and grow indefinitely so long as there's nutrients for her to convert for her branch growth.

Eleanor: The last memeber to join the group, Eleanor is also a human born deamon, meaning she never had much issue with her differences to the others around her. All she needed to do was not let on that she had the ability to alter states of matter.

For example, she could grip a chunk of a couch and turn the part around her hand into a vial of acid to toss at people (a favourite move of hers). Of course, she got caught by the worst people.

Sometime during her high school years, a crime syndicate discovered her abilities and kidnapped her, forcing her to make products that would turn into worse quality things after her powers wore off of the object. Sometimes, she would even be made to change the appearances of others.

Shortly after escaping her captors, she ran into Anne, who took her into the gang.

[onepiececatsau]

Monkey D. Luffy, also known as "Straw Collar", is a black cat with a scar on his left cheek. He wears a straw-yellow collar with a red stripe and, post-timeskip, has an x-shaped scar on his chest given to him by Admiral Akainu during the War of Marineford.

Luffy gained his cheek scar as a young kit, and shortly after was given his collar by Red Fur Shanks.

Note: End of Wano Spoilers under Read More

Luffy is currently the leader of the Straw Collar Rogues, and allies with Trafalgar Law and the Heart Rogues. He (somewhat unwillingly) is also the leader of the Straw Collar Grand Fleet.

While his exact origin is unknown, he was born to Monkey D. Dragon, who passed him to his grandfather, Garp the Fist. Garp then left him in the small town of Foosha to be raised by a pet, Makino, for the first years of his kithood. It was here that he met Shanks alongside the other Red Fur Rogues.

After Shanks' departure from Foosha, Garp returned and, in hopes of turning his grandson into a proper Guardian like himself rather than a future rogue, took Luffy from Makino and into the nearby forest, where the kit was left in the care of Dadan and her family of loners. Here he met and befriended Portgas D. Ace and Sabo, the trio becoming sworn brothers before Sabo's untimely 'demise'.

Eventually, despite his grandfather's wishes, Luffy set out to become the King of the Rogues like Gol D. Roger years ago, gathering a group around him.

During his fight with the Emperor Kaido, Luffy also unlocked the ability to enter a god-like form, also known to him as Gear 5.

[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [7/…]

— OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

“It's funny how I still forgot, it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again,”

— Mitski, “Two Slow Dancers”

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live Action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. 

In the aftermath of your drunken escapades, you wake up to find yourself faced with new challenges, including a killer headache, a group of fish people, and the very clown responsible for putting you in this position. Needless to say, it does not bode well to take on fights while still inebriated.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fem!reader, LA!Verse, slight canon divergence, alcoholic indulgence on a catastrophic scale (drink responsibly ppl), morally grey reader, violence, descriptions of blood and wounds,

A/N: The next chapter will be fully dedicated to Buggy and Reader/"Cross Hairs"

"Chug, chug, chug!" Both Buggy and Shanks cheer you on as you all but inhale the contents in your bottle in one go, not stopping until all of it has gone down. You pull back with an audible inhale, and after a couple of quiet seconds, the loudest BUUUURP! ever to cross the oceans erupt from the pits of your stomach.

Your two crewmates watch in awe, then erupt into hard fits of laughter that have them rolling on the ground while clenching their stomach. 

After pumping your fists victoriously into the air and discarding the bottle, you join them soon after and settle down around the campfire. You three barely managed to put one together, but with the help of a few thin twigs and a bottle of the captain's purest liquor, you got it going soon enough.

Buggy wipes the tears away from his eyes and pulls another bottle of stolen beverages from his bag. "Not bad, not bad at all. Still, listen to this."

Jumping to his feet, Buggy swings the bottle, takes a glorious gulp, and punches his chest a few times. Out comes a large BUUUURP! that surpasses yours by miles, and continues to echo from around the island.

You immediately raise your hands in applause, laughing in that sweet way that makes his pulse quicken. In truth, your laughter is hardly elegant, more like the sounds a dying boar makes, yet he enjoys it all the same.

With one arm straightened out whereas the other goes to his chest, he makes a dramatic bow in front of you across the fire. "Thank you, thank you, my fair lady. I'll be here all day."

When he straightens up again, he sees the fire shine so clearly in your eyes; the flames dancing in your irises, and he feels warmer than the fire itself. You're looking at him - him - with such adoration that his stomach feels funny. Maybe it's the liquor playing a part in this, yet he doubts it.

"Buggy, that was so gross!" Shanks says with mirth, then gestures for the bottle. "Give it here! I'll show you how it's really done."

"Sure, I'd like to see you try!" Buggy hands him the bottle.

"There's no way you can surpass that, Shanks." You oppose lightly. "No fucking way."

"Yeah, watch me!" 

Shanks takes a generous portion, pats his stomach, and out comes yet another BUUURP! 

Sure, it's impressive enough, but nowhere near Buggy's, and the redhead acknowledges this with a defeated sigh before anyone even says anything.

"It's alright," Buggy severs his hand to pat him patronizingly on the back. "You tried. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, you know?"

Shanks pushes his hand away with a grin. "Oh, lay of it!"

The night continues like that, with some more drinking, some more burping contests, and sharing their thoughts on the latest endeavors of the Oro Jackson. Whenever the crew docked for a while someplace, the three of you would usually find some way to enjoy your time off away from the crew's supervision like this.

It also involves the three of you singing sea shanties together, arms hooked around each other as you sing at the top of your lungs:

"Gather up all of the crew, It's time to ship out Bink's brew. Pirates we, eternally, Are challenging the seas!"

It is just fun; three teenagers enjoying their teenage years to the fullest until the day they can venture on their own.

After a while, Buggy starts to feel his bladder press, probably from the liquor. He tries to ignore it at first, not wanting to miss anything, but it does not take long before he has to oblige with his body's request.

You're the first to notice him moving. "Where are you going, Buggy?"

He waves his hand dismissively. "Just got to take a piss."

"Don't go too far," Shanks adds with a twinge of mischief in his eyes. "I've heard there are boars on this island, don't want to get chased, do you?"

Buggy feels chills run up his arms, but he refuses to acknowledge it. "S-Shut it! There aren't any shitty boars here, or we'd see them by now!"

"Yeah, but I've also heard that they catch the smell of piss particularly strong,"

"Bullshit!" He trudges off. "Boars, my ass!"

"Be careful, Buggy!" you call after him.

The chills across his body immediately get replaced with a sense of pride, and he disappears to do his business with a smile.

Once he's finished and headed back, he can hear your soft laughter as he approaches the makeshift campsite. His heart nearly drops into his stomach when he sees what's going on.

You and Shanks are sitting closer together now, knees width apart, and you're laughing. Shanks just told a joke, a terrible joke that makes even Buggy cringe, yet you laugh all the same. 

That soft laughter, just not for him this time.

It shouldn't make him feel as shitty as it does, yet a nauseous feeling settles in the pits of his stomach. You and Shanks are crew mates and friends, just as he is. He's never caught onto any implications that you like him in that sense, but why does it sting so much then to watch the two of you like this? So close, so at ease, so carefree and soft.

He often thinks about the time you saved him, about the time you brought an entire crew down just for him. You held his hand, you were worried; he’s been thinking that maybe there’s something there that isn’t just in his imagination.

But, wouldn’t you have done the same thing for Shanks, too? Has he maybe mistaken camaraderie for something else? Something that's not there?

Buggy suddenly feels ill, and he can’t blame it on the alcohol this time.

He thinks that it makes sense, in a way that gives his deep-rooted insecurity a boost. Shanks has always been the better of the two; a natural leader, calm in battle, and strategic in the ways that he himself is unable to be. 

Meanwhile, Buggy is ... Well, just Buggy. 

Buggy with the weird, red, enlarged nose people always make fun of. 

Buggy, who can never seem to pull off the same stunts as successfully as Shanks can. 

Buggy, who cracks the worst kinds of jokes that oftentimes make people laugh more out of pity than genuine humor. 

You always laugh at them, laugh with him, but maybe he’s been mistaken there too?

It's obvious that Shanks is the better choice. Buggy would follow him anywhere, and he'd follow you anywhere, yet the thought of you following Shanks whereas Buggy trails behind the both of you like a stray puppy just feels ...

"Ah, there you are." Your voice snaps him out of his head as you wave him over. "You didn't come across any boars, did you?"

It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does, it's nothing grand. His voice has been reduced to a demure murmur as he steps closer to the fire. "No, there is nothing."

"You sure?" Shanks asks with a grin. "Thought I heard some noises back there!"

For some reason, Buggy snaps "IT'S NOTHING!"

His outburst evidently catches the both of you off-guard. 

"Buggy, are you al—?"

"I'm fine." He's not. "But we should head back before the captain instigates a damn search party for us. We've probably been out too long."

He turns his back to you and starts heading in the direction you came from, and he feels his chest tighten so fucking much it makes breathing hard. He tries to tell himself it's not what he thinks, but at the same time, that nagging whisper in the back of his head that always stalks him is incessant.

"It makes sense," it whispers. "After all, it's never you."

———

"What in the hell is the matter with you?"

It takes you several minutes to force your eyes open. You're in the restaurant, you uncover, lounging over a table with a thin napkin serving as the only cushion for your cheek. 

By some miracle, you manage to aim your eyes up from behind your arms and see Zeff standing there with his hands on his hips, like an angry grandfather of sorts.

"Zeff," you groan and heave a tired breath. Fuck, your head is killing you, as though a hamster wheel has found residence in your cranium. "It's too early for this."

"It's almost eleven o'clock, the sun is up."

"Still too early," 

"Heard you practically robbed the bar last night; the bill is through the damn roo-"

Before he gets to finish, you dig into the pocket of your pants and pull out a hefty pouch of berries on the table. A few spill out on the wooden surface, clinking. "Just take this as compensation and give me another bottle while you're at it."

Zeff looks at the pouch, does a mental count, and finally takes it after deciding that it's enough. "Huh, thought that scrawny chore boy was broke?"

"They are." You turn to let your chin rest on the table, giving you a little better view than before. "But I did have a pension plan before I retired. Keep it with me when it counts."

Zeff sighs and pockets the berries without complaint, but not before giving you an unimpressed one-over. You're happy you don't carry a mirror with you; probably look like shit, and you feel like shit, too. Your hangover could've been considerably worse, but at this moment in time, you'd prefer it if you went to sleep and didn't wake up for another twenty years or so.

"What the hell is going on with you, lass?" Zeff finally asks, and this time, he retains some of his usual roughness. 

"Nothing ..." you murmur.

His bushy eyebrows scrunch. "I've been working at this place for almost a decade, seen people at their worst. People down on their luck, people who've lost, people who've grieved."

"And?"

"And I'll tell you something, lass. No one looks quite as damn destroyed as someone who's had their hearts broken."

The hamster wheel comes to a screeching halt, and you abruptly sit up to glare at him. "I'm not heartbroken. Why does everyone insist on that?"

His lips tug into a halfway smirk like he's just caught a fish on his hook. "You're strong, I'll give you that much, but no one's above the loss of love. So, who was the bloke?"

"No one," you almost spit, narrowing your eyes. 

Zeff remains undeterred, even a little proud. "Couldn't have been a 'no one' if they managed to capture the interest of the Beast of the East, can they?"

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from lunging at the old man for even insinuating that someone - specifically him - has managed to put you in such a sorry state. You won't give the Chief the satisfaction.

With some herculean effort on your part, you take a deep breath and recline in your seat. Quietly, without looking at the chief, you order: "Three beers and today's lunch."

Zeff shrugs. "Fine, but after, you should check on your crew. That swordsman really took a hit,"

Right, Zoro challenged Mihawk to a fucking duel, and the memories come flooding back to you. You glance up at that chief, masking the underlying concern with a face of indifference. "He alive?"

"Yes and no. If you want to know, go see for yourself."

You nod, and he leaves you to stir your hangover. Maybe it was a mistake to get as shitfaced as you did, but that doesn't change the fact that you tried to keep them from making mistakes. You did what you were supposed to, yet still, why does it feel like this is your fault?

You've grown fond of the crew, and it's become more of a headache than you initially bargained for.

The waiter comes with your order on a plate, not Sanji this time, you discover. In fact, he's nowhere to be seen. 

Without wasting your breath, you immediately dig into your meal like a woman starved of sustenance. It tastes delicious, but the residue of yesterday's liquor on your tongue dilutes the taste. You don't care, though.

Shortly after finishing half a portion of your lunch, you resume with your bottles. A slower pace this time, to ensure that your current condition doesn't significantly worsen, but still fast enough to keep you from remembering.

Remembering too much.

Half a bottle into your stupor, the entrance doors slam open and a pang of pain burst through the nerves in your brain. All you can think is that it's way too early for someone to be stirring shit up.

A round of gasps echoes through the establishment, and when you peek up from over your shoulder, you see three fish people making their entrance from the top of the staircase. 

You've had your share of encounters with fish people in the past, some more ... tolerable than the rest. In hindsight, there's no difference between the way you treat people; if they get on your nerves, you deal with them. If they don't, you leave them be.

Your instincts tell you that these people will fall into the former category.

However, you notice that the one with the sharp nose looks awfully familiar, but your temporary amnesia might have something to do with the alcohol circling in your veins. Still, it's not a face that's easy to forget.

A few people try to get up from their seats, but with a simple, "Sit down!", they comply.

You narrow your eyes at the spectacle but don't move to get away. As long as he doesn't bother you, there's no reason for you to get involved. Baratie's had worse customers before, so this is nothing new. Zeff'll handle it like he always does.

So, you continue with your drinks, already annoyed and in desperate need of the numbing sensation only the bottle can provide. Zeff appears to deal with it, and it doesn't pique your interest until the fish man proclaims: 

"Listen up! I'm looking for a pirate in a straw hat! Goes by the name of Luffy."

Now this catches your attention mid-sip. 

You look at the particular fish man discreetly over your shoulder, your sobriety making a quick return once you discover that you do know of him. He's Arlong the Saw; a misanthrope who makes a living killing humans. 

"Arlong," he said moments ago to Zeff. "I own the East Blue."

You don't know why he's after Luffy, and quite frankly, you don't care. With your fucking luck, he's after the map, too. 

He can pretend to own the seas all he wants, but what matters to you is that he won't get to the boy, and it's something that Zeff seems on board with if his negotiation tactics mean anything.

So, in silence, you continue with your drinking, content with laying low until one of Arlong's henchmen - one with black hair tied up on each side of his head - appears at your side. 

He leers over your shoulder, the stench of seawater evading your nostrils, and reaches for one of your bottles.

"Hope you don't mind sharing," he chuckles, and for some reason, this gesture pisses you off.

You're not in the fucking mood.

Before his hand can as much as graze the bottle's fine surface, you grip the back of his shirt and all but fling him back from whence he came. The sound of a table breaking behind you interrupts the eerie quietness that's befallen the other patrons, and you get up from your seat to glare at the other fish people.

"Fucking get lost," your voice rings out like an ominous warning across the air of the establishment, rendering everyone mute. Well, everyone except for Arlong, who proceeds to laugh heartedly at the spectacle whereas his other henchman quickly moves to aid his fallen colleague.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" He stands up from the table, two sharp rows of teeth reflecting the light from the restaurant as he grins. "If it ain't the Beast of the East, in the flesh." He tilts his head to the side. "I was expecting someone ... younger."

"I'm retired."

"So I've heard, but someone else seems to think otherwise."

"Well, this 'someone else’ must’ve been mistaken."

"No, no," he wags his 'finger?'. "You see, he was quite adamant that you're back in business. If that is the case, I am owed tribute for the stunts you've pulled."

You quirk an eyebrow, so lowly that it hardly seems to move at all. "Tribute?"

"Half of whatever plunder you acquired during the years you were active," he waves his hand. "And half of what you've acquired as of late."

Capitalism, truly. Seems that not even fishmen can deny its pull.

Your answer is simple. 

"No."

Arlong's grin shapes into a snarl quite easily. "You may have the highest bounty, but it is still I who own the East Blue."

"The sea belongs to no one," you counter sharply. "Not me, and certainly not you."

It's clear that he perceives this as a slight in the highest degree if the downward tug of his lips serves as an indication. "Do you even know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are." Your fist clenches into a tight knot that almost draws blood as you stare him down from across the room; two beasts in their own respective ways. 

"I'm Arlong the Saw."

"More like Arlong the Nailfile." This earns you a growl you're not nearly sober enough to worry about. "Look, I don't care who you are, and I don't care why you're here. The point is, you're not wanted."

You glance over at Zeff. For once, in the time you've known him, he's cautious but allows you to get your words across.

Arlong does not share the same sentiments. "When I learned that Cross-Hairs was here, I expected a woman with fists of irons and eyes sharp as knives. However, all I seem to be presented with is an old captain who does not know how to hold her liquor. It's pathetic, even by human standards."

This time, you're not vocal about your rather ... brutally honest opinions about him. Without breaking eye contact, you reach for your bottle and take a hefty swing from it. It all goes down without pause, and once it's gone, you put it back with enough force to permanently dent the table. Zeff'll be pissed.

Arlong snorts at the display. "I'm not here for you specifically. The boy, Luffy, where is he?"

"Never heard of him,"

"I don't quite believe that."

"Not my problem."

Arlong tilts his head to the side, almost condescendingly. "My informant knows otherwise."

"Your informant seems to know a lot of things," you say, dangerously low. "If you tell me who they are, and I'll pay them a visit myself to set the record straight,"

He chuckles. "There's no need for a visit. He's already here, and he's famished." He snaps his jaws to a nearby table, scaring the patrons into fleeing. "But I don't need the meals from the menu to quench my hunger."

You glance over at the other patrons, seeing the fear in their eyes reflect the light above. You've seen it before; you used to see it back when you were still Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates. People used to quake at the sound of your footsteps, and whisper among themselves. in fear of evoking your wrath.

Back in the day, you lived up to your reputation. You didn't necessarily enjoy installing fear into people's hearts, but it was a means to an end. You were angry, and all that anger manifested itself in the way you acted as a captain. All that fighting, all that beating, all that rage.

Now, when you see the patrons acting like a herd of sheep, you can't help but feel like you're back there. But they're not afraid of you, not this time.

You look back at Arlong. "Find your meal someplace else."

He growls and steps closer. "I'm telling you this, Cross-Hairs, one beast to another. You may be strong, but we both know that you're not strong enough to take me on. Fish men are superior to humans in every single way. Stronger, faster, —"

He gets close enough to grab for your hand and lift it, his face a breath's width from your own. You can smell the stench of salt on him, of raw meat. "— Hungrier. Wouldn't you agree?"

In a flash, you grip your other hand around his wrist, fingers digging into his flesh until you can find the corners of his joints. You relish in the pained expression that crosses his face.

"You're not a beast," you say, not raising your voice a pitch. "You're vermin."

Arlong parts his jaws when the doors to the Baratie burst open. 

"Which one of you is Arlong?" 

You snap your attention to the top of the staircase, and your face drains. Fuck, it's Luffy. Why's he here?

"Who's asking?" Arlong asks, his grip around yours remains tight.

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy. I hear you're looking for me."

Once Luffy descends the stairs, Arlong lets go of you and turns to face the younger opponent. You watch with mild impressiveness as Luffy faces the bigger fish man, and you have to grant him that, he doesn't exhibit an ounce of fear. 

"How'd you find me anyway?" Luffy finally asks.

Arlong snickers. "An old friend helped track you down."

Then, you watch as the big-lipped fish man pulls something out from his bag and it's ... and it's ...

"Heya, Straw Hat! Did you miss me?"

It's fucking Buggy!

Your heart skips several beats before it remembers to start pumping again. He's here. You thought Orange Town would be the last time you saw him, but he's really here. Truth be told, he looks worse for wear; his make-up is all smudged, a bruise forming on the right side of his cheek, and he's been dowsed in seawater.

But it's him. It's him.

Buggy's eyes glance over at you, and the smile that was previously there gets momentarily replaced with an expression you can't precisely pinpoint. "Hey, there," he says, surprisingly demure. "how's it going?" 

You're not nearly sober nor coherent enough to reply.

"Burpy?" Luffy asks surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Believe me it wasn't my first choice either, but these fine fishy folk persuaded me to point them in the right direction, which ain't easy when you don't have any hands."

"How'd you even know how to find me?"

"I told you, I got eyes and ears everywhere."

To your horror, you watch as an ear pulls itself out of Luffy's hat and attaches to the clown's head. That ear was there all along, which means ...

"You were listening all along?" Luffy cradles his hat. "You heard everything?"

Everything, you think to yourself as you feel the blood drain from your face. He heard everything, everything you'd said to Luffy, everything about your whereabouts. Every—

"Everything," Buggy answers. "And that got old quick, 'cause you shidiots got no idea what you're doing. Hey, Lips!" He turns his head sideways to face the fish man who's just returned from aiding his colleague. "How about a scratch behind the old ear, huh?"

"Sorry, honey."

You don't know what compels you, but something fierce does. An animalistic instinct settled in the marrow of your bones, rampant with rage and assertiveness. When the fish man grabs a hold of Buggy and puts him in the bag, you feel the need to get him out. Free him.

You were friends with him once, something even more from your side long ago, and you've tried to kill each other on at least one occasion. Still, that piece of you that remains in your youthhood demands that you get to him before anyone else.

The conversation that takes place between Luffy and Arlong doesn't register with your ears, as all you can focus on is him. Before you know it, the sound of gunshots echoes through the restaurant, and a fight erupts between Luffy's crew and Arlong's.

Truth be told, it all flashes in front of you like pictures from a movie you've seen. All you can recall, with the alcohol still flooding through your veins, is the feeling of flesh between your digits, the sound of cries and painful moans from Arlong's henchpeople as you force them to the side, and the pure adrenaline that muddles all your thoughts of ration.

Before Arlong can even hope to make a grasp at Luffy, you're there to deflect his claws with your wrist. The impact pushes his hand several inches away from your skin, and without a moment's notice, you strike him in the middle of his sternum.

He's knocked several feet back and into a nearby pillar, not enough to completely knock him out, but enough to keep him away if only for a few moments.

He laughs, his teeth bleeding from the gums. "The Beast of the East. I was wondering when I'd finally get to meet you."

You don't say a word, with the primitive instincts overwhelming your rational ones. In a second, you lunge for him, your hand aimed towards his head. Someone, most likely yourself, must have miscalculated because as much as you intend to hit him and maim him and strike him, the most prominent sense that strikes you is not the feeling of blood under your knuckles.

It's pain.

You're in pain.

Arlong manages to hit you with his clawed fingers. The sharp feeling of something piercing the side of your abdomen through your clothes causes an eerie feeling of hurt. You gasp and bend to your knees, clutching your side. Blood paints your palm as you withdraw it. You're bleeding. Fuck, you're actually bleeding. It's not a light cut either, it's several ones, an inch deep each, and they're bleeding profusely.

When was the last time you bled like this?

The collision between your head and something hard knocks you back before you can even hope to register your state properly. The floorboards leave stinging burns across your lower back until a pillar cushions your fall.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"A pity, truly." Arlong taunts, towering over you. "My informant seemed so confident in your skills. How disappointed he’ll be, seeing you crawl like a maggot on the floor."

You know this is a fight you cannot win, not as you are right now, but you don’t care. Pure spite motivates you to do your worst, even if it’s all for naught.

An act produced from pure adrenaline, you jump back to your feet and prepare to pounce at him. An outstretched hand — Luffy's — beat you to it and preoccupied the fish man in the nick of time. He's pulled away from your reach before you can hope to get him, and a familiar feeling of bloodlust in your veins awakens to life after its hibernation.

Hot, boiling.

You want to kill him. 

Maim him. 

Crush him until his bones break. 

Feel the warmth of his blood coat your fingers as you dig into his body, through veins and arteries and flesh. 

You want him dead.

Suddenly, you catch it from your peripheral vision. A bag on the floor that's currently being tossed back and forth amid all the fighting like a ball of yarn between two quarreling cats. A string of curses erupts from the fabric.

He's still here, you remember. Buggy is still here. 

You have the option to leave him at the mercy of the fight between the Straw Hats and Arlong, but something in your body won't let it. Call it instinct, call it sentiment, but you move towards it all the same. Before any man can even touch the surface of the bag, you lunge for it like a flash of light. 

Grabbing the top of the old fabric, you all but yank it from the floor and maintain him in the steady grip of both your hands. 

"Hey, hey!" the voice in the bag calls. "Keep me out of this!"

"Shut up!" You shout back.

The voice immediately quiets down. In the middle of the fight, while you cling to the bag like a sacred object, you can hear him call your name several times, though you don’t answer.

You cradle the bag in the crook of your elbow as someone — doesn’t matter who — kicks your ribs and sends you crashing into a nearby wall. The impact knocks the air out of your lungs and leaves you with stars at the corners of your vision, yet all you can seem to think is ‘keep .... safe, keep .... safe, KEEP .... SAFE’.

You cough several times, static noise filling your eardrums as you crawl back to your feet. The sensation of something warm dribbling down the side of your ribs strikes you, yet your only concern in the midst of the blood loss is to carry that damn bag to safety. 

It doesn’t make any sense. Luffy should be your only concern, but you can't find him, and the core of your being wants nothing more than to just get that bag the hell out of there. 

Why? you think to yourself in a haze, your breath becoming heavier. What’s in that bag again? Why does it mean so much?

You try to get up, but the weight of your body overwhelms you. You stumble and fall back to your knees, dizziness making everything hazy and disoriented, but pure spite motivates you to keep going. At least, it tries to, but sheer will cannot outweigh the body’s needs alone.

Someone calls your name, and as your cheek meets the floor, an image of blue hair invades your vision. Blue hair, soft promises, and tight embraces.

Then, there are scornful glares, a shove against your body, so firm and cold that it’s reminiscent of ice.

“I hate you,” a blurry voice says, so filled with resentment that it reminds you of a knife. “I wish we’d never even met. Go be with him if that’s what you fucking want. What do I care?”

It hurts. It hurts more than your ribs do. It hurts to listen to those words — that voice — as it reverberates through your skull. It hurts so fucking much that you don’t think you can survive it. You feel small, small and vulnerable; like a child stuck in a crowd of people they don't know.

“He- Hey! Are you there?” The same voice - deeper and darker now - calls desperately as darkness starts to cloud your vision. “Come on, get up!”

You can’t tell if this is a voice from inside your head or outside it, but you don’t fight it when the darkness decides to lay claim over you. The same voice calls your name urgently, time and time again, but you can't answer it.

———

Everything hurts. Your body, your arms, your legs, but most prominently, the right side of your body. It’s burning, stinging, fucking carving at you. Whatever you call it. It just hurts.

“You’re awake!”

You barely have time to open your eyes when a warm body presses itself against yours from above. A sting of pain from the side of your body immediately surges through your nerves and you hiss.

“Oh, sorry, sorry!”

When you finally do look up, you see Luffy sitting beside you, a concerned yet hopeful look in those round eyes of his. You blink at him, then shift your head around to see where you are. You’re in your cabin, a blanket pulled up to your midsection, with something wrapped tightly around your stomach under your shirt.

At first, you’re at a loss for thoughts, but it only takes you a moment for everything to fall back into place. You immediately sit up, only to regret it as the pain explodes once more from your wounds.

“Don’t move too much,” Luffy protests and puts a hand on your shoulder to guide you down, but you resist it.

“What happened?” you demand. “How long was I out for?”

“Only a few hours.” Luffy frowns and gestures to your side. “You were badly hurt and lost a bit of blood. Zeff looked over it and managed to stop the bleeding, but he said you’ll need stitches eventually.”

You stare at him for a few seconds before your gaze trails down to your side. Lifting your shirt far enough so that you can evaluate the damage. Crimson-stained bandages greet your vision, under which you can only guess Arlong left his mark. Several marks to be precise, if your memory holds any value.

It’s not the wound itself that fills you with shame, but it’s the fact that you let your own grievances put you and – to some extent – the crew in such a vulnerable position to begin with. 

If only you’d stopped feeling so sorry for yourself, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

“Luffy,” you say softly, not removing your focus from the bandages. “I’m … sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, completely confused.

“… I got distracted.” You slowly swing your feet to the edge of the hammock, the movements warranting more bouts of pain, yet you ignore it. “I … Let my guard down, and it put the crew in danger.”

“I don’t think so.” He says it so casually like he doesn’t find you at fault in the slightest. You don’t know whether deem his forgiving demeanor endearing or naïve to a fault. “You were sad.”

“That doesn’t excuse anything!” You jump to your feet while cradling your side. Luffy immediately comes to your side and offers you a shoulder to lean onto. “You could’ve been killed!”

“I’m fine,” he insists. “And so is Zoro! He’s alive!”

“That’s … good.” Relief floods your body.

“But Nami…” Luffy pauses as he helps you out of the room towards the kitchen. “She went with Arlong,”

You raise an eyebrow, not expecting this. “Why?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find her.”

“And how are we going to do that?”

“Well …” he trails off sheepishly, and you’re immediately suspicious. 

It’s not until you finally reach the kitchen that you hear it.

“Hey! Look who it ... is ...”

It’s Buggy … 

His head is on top of the kitchen table. 

———

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