#they lived happily ever after forever

[briar-moth-lover]

Daydreaming about the wifey~

HAPPY 100 DAYS @daily-vitamin-vbs!!!

[seliasvault]

Comforting the Lieutenant

Simons been waking up every night. Jolted with a heart rate high enough to give him a heart attack for the past week, and it’s your fault.

Last week, on a high-stakes mission, you’d left cover to hit the enemy. You’d succeeded, of course, putting a bullet through every one of the soldiers in the window, but you’d disobeyed a direct order. If Simon hadn’t been so caught off guard, he would have wrung your neck right after you landed. Did you have a death wish?

Instead, he kept it in, shell-shocked with dreams of cradling your dead body, begging you to hold on. Even after his choppy slumber, there’s no respite, the image of your bloody body, holes through your chest burn his retinas, enough to drive any man insane.

And so he finds himself, after a particularly gruesome nightmare, at your door. It’s barely dawn, but he needs to see your face, feel the blood pumping through your veins. He knocks, loud, loud enough to startle you awake.

Walking to the door, stumbling slightly from sleep, you open it, hands rubbing at your eyes as you try to pry them open. Leaned against the door, to your shock is your Lieutenant.

“Lieutenant? It’s-“ You glance your head to the alarm clock that sits next to your bedside.

“It’s four in the morning,” you whine out, confused. You think he was trying to get you on your feet earlier for training.

While you appreciate every moment spent with him, and practically swoon whenever he’s near you, being woken up had the effect to wipe your silly crush out of the picture.

What your met with however are Simons wide eyes, still waking from his nightmare. His hair is tousled, messy from running his hand through it. Mask missing from his face. And while you’ve seen his face before, you’ve never seen it like this.

There’s something else, though. His chest is heaving and his breath is heavy, labored even.

With no response your sleepy brain takes him in, finally catching up he’s in his own pajamas, with a sleeveless shirt. That part surprises you, you’ve never seen him in anything casual.

“Are you okay?” You lean toward him, brows furrowed almost ready to catch him lest he fall. And he looks like he might.

His chest keeps rising, concern now blossoming within you. You take a full step forward, placing you hand on his chest, his heart rate hammering under your fingers.

“Hey, I-it’s okay-“ You move your other hand to rest on his bare shoulder, you’ve learned contact is the best way to steady someone.

“Lt I’m here with you, it’s alright, can you breathe with me?”

Simon had never been this vulnerable in front of someone, especially you. But you’re alive standing in front of him. He can feel the warmth of your skin seeping into his being. But he can’t help his thinking, the trail leading to everyone he’s lost. Can’t help the way his brain spirals, the way his post-nightmare fatigue has got him in a full blown panic.

Your soft voice pierces through the fog, like a beacon of light. He tries to focus, he tries to pull his head out of the water he's under.

With no other idea's you fall upon your only option.

“Simon.” You say for the first time, applying pressure to the hand on his chest, hoping to ground him.

“Simon, can you hear me?” You’ve never said his name before, only ever Lieutenant, Lt or some other lame nickname you and Soap come up with on the field. So you try it, hoping it doesn’t sound out of place, hoping you’d snap him out of wherever he was in his mind. You were familiar with the feeling.

The sound of his name ringing in his ears caught his attention. You’d never said it before, hell it had been a long time since anyone had. His breathing was starting to level out, the weight of your hand on his chest pulling him back to the ground from the ether.

His hand clasping your wrist, finger finding your pulse. Slowing his heart, now beating in tandem with yours.

You feel it, feel the sway of his chest slow, the thumps of his heart lessen.

You never in a million years imagined being in this position, your stoic shielded Lieutenant. Vulnerable in front of you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You try after a beat, hoping he’s recovered enough to give you an answer.

His brain sobered, he felt out of place. But he didn’t want to let go of your wrist, he didn’t want your hand to leave his chest.

He didn’t know how to explain it, tell you that the fear of losing you had him so torn, ripped to shreds at every waking moment. It followed him in his slumber. So he went with the simplest answer.

“Nightmare.” He said softly, finally responding.

“You want to talk about it?” It was a far shot, knowing your Lieutenant. But you gave him the option anyway.

He mulled it over, he could tell you, but he felt perfectly content basking in your warmth.

He let out a breath, eyes darting to your lips, the cascading light from the hallway illuminating your face in the dark.

He yearned to pull you close, kiss you until you were engraved in his brain, promised to be alive and safe. He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted so many things but most of all, he wanted you.

And so he gave in, lips crashing into yours. He let himself be selfish, for once. Memorizing every detail, from the way you kissed back to the movements you made.

You felt tangible.

And although you’d never imagined your little crush on the Lieutenant to get you here, it wasn’t unwelcome.

[brighter-star]

Meet Kaede Honoko, an oc of mine from a dnd campaign primarily based on Madoka Magica who sold her soul to become a magical girl after a housefire killed her cat

[koral-primrose]

Kacchako is love. Kacchako is air. Kacchako is life.

live laugh love kacchako

[skipblebee]

And I love you love you love you, no it's not so hard to tell And I love you love you love you, is it obvious to everyone else?

Petrigrof fluff for the soul because I NEED it before the finale

[castielsprostate]

genuinely though if they continue venom without tom hardy, or without eddie brock, i will blow myself up and not in a good way

[mail-me-a-snail]

IT HURRTSSSS FUCKKK

[canisalbus]

I can imagine their original breakup was due to vasco having to go far away, but overall, it was sad but mutual.

Like how some people break up before going to college or if they are moving far away.

I love the fellows so much, and they remind me of my relationship with my bf and the struggle we went through as gay men.

.

[x-mensirens]

[love-in-the-time]

“the funny thing is, i fought all those battles all those years, and now I know what for: this. i’ve never been so happy in my life.”

"AND THIS IS MY CONCLUSION."

[y-rhywbeth2]

You know what I love. About trying to break up with Astarion as Durge because you're afraid Bhaal might make you hurt or kill him.

That he's not afraid of you. That the night he thought the Urge might've claimed you for good ranks right up there with his fear of Cazador. And he reaffirms that they will save you, he promises.

And it reminds me that you can prove him a liar who can't fulfil that promise, and be beyond saving, and become two of his worst fears in one to the point where he couldn't stay with you even if it was possible.

I am very normal about that fucking ending.

[carnage-cathedral]

congratulations on perpetuating abuse tactics and reopening trauma wounds I've had since before I can remember, you fuck

[shewaslikeasunflower]

THIS IS SO CUTEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕 THE MR SATURNSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAA

they look so happy together…,,

[vampire-in-the-corner]

interview with the vampire good ending tutorial:

- when you get to 2x06, at 45:33, turn off your tv

[deathbyclown]

The Ride Home, part 2 Pairing: Shanks x Buggy Rating: Explicit Words: 5400

Summary: Buggy's sorting through some emotional bullshit and being very selfish, but Shanks offers a solution. And then Buggy fucks him.

Mild angst once again, but a cheesy little happy ending to make things good before the new episode of one piece drops.

((A/N: I had this chapter pretty much written, but then I read it and hated it so I wrote something else! Enjoy!))

Link to Part 1 

Link to AO3 (Chapter 2) 

The navigator said it would take about a week to reach his ship. One whole week on this shitty cage of a ship, stuck to interact with Shanks. Buggy was not looking forward to it.

Buggy had basked in the attention from his followers earlier in the day but now it was becoming a nuisance. He didn’t have a single moment to be alone, and he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. He thought about Shanks, his lips, the way they looked covered in his lipstick, how they felt on his skin, how they looked wrapped around his dick. Buggy had to adjust himself quite a bit that morning. It was making a lot of conversations very awkward and he was getting progressively more irritated. He was annoyed with his crew, annoyed with Shanks, annoyed with himself. He needed to be alone, to be away from everyone pestering him about Shanks, about the war, about Whitebeard. He didn’t want to think about that!!! He wanted to erase everything that happened last night!! Well…maybe not everything. He was consumed with images from his evening with Shanks; his beautiful smile, his shining eyes, his calloused fingers skimming his belly and thighs, pushing inside of him. Buggy felt his cock twitch, and he grit his teeth, making some of his followers ask what was wrong. He really needed a drink.

Buggy snuck away and wandered the halls of the ship trying to sniff out a bottle alcohol he could swipe without drawing too much attention to himself. He had a hell of a time breaking away from his followers, but now that he was alone, rummaging through the crates at the bottom of Shank’s ship, he was forced to think about last night, and his actions this morning.

This was exactly what he was trying to avoid, dwelling on Shanks, on their ‘relationship’ (whatever the hell that was!), and reliving every little moment from their interactions. But he couldn’t help himself. Everything Shanks gave him last night was what he craved, what he longed for when he was away from him. And he hated himself for being so weak for it. Nothing would change!

He pushed over a crate in his frustration, letting it crash to the floor. He really didn’t give a fuck anymore if he made a mess or if someone found him. He was all alone, he couldn’t stop thinking about Shanks, and he still had no alcohol!! He wanted to break something, to destroy, to load up a cannon with one of his Buggy Balls ™ and wipe out an island and watch it smolder.

“Stealing from another pirate? Tsk tsk tsk.” Shanks voice said airily behind him.

Buggy whipped around, his lips pulled into a snarl.

“What’re you gonna do? Execute me?” Buggy sneered, crossing his arms to hide his shaking. He couldn’t help the thrill of being caught, and by Shanks of all people. He was excited to see him, and scared, the pulse of adrenaline coursing through him made him ready to lash out.

Shanks fought a smile and took a few steps forward, fingertips dragging over the rough wooden crates.

“Should I cut off your head, like when we were kids?” He tried to keep his face neutral but his eyes shone with mischief.

Buggy rolled his eyes and turned his back to Shanks. He had forgotten about that, when they would play with Buggy’s new powers. It made something ache in him.

“I’ll do you one better.” Buggy detached his left arm and tossed it to Shanks.

“You can borrow that, since you’re one short.” Buggy snickered, continuing to open crates, looking for his alcohol.

Shanks was quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter. “You’re such an asshole.” He said affectionately, holding onto Buggy’s arm like it was a bouquet of flowers.

“You’re the asshole.” Buggy huffed back, starting to feel the space shrink with just the two of them there. He needed a drink, and to be alone, but not alone with his thoughts. And he especially didn’t need Shanks here…distracting him.

“Buggy,” Shanks started softly, his voice suddenly closer and Buggy turned around to see Shanks just a few steps behind him. Shanks continued forward, making Buggy lean back on some boxes, and suddenly he felt trapped.

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

Shanks had the two crews eat in shifts to accommodate all the extra people on the ship. So Buggy, Mr.3, and a few of his new recruits sat at one of the tables in the mess hall, telling stories while they ate and drank. There was alcohol(finally), but it was a light ale, nothing hard. Buggy had a sinking feeling most of the day, hating himself for wanting to see Shanks. He needed to stay strong, not give in to his physical desires…which was not his strong suit. He was a hedonist, he liked everything and lots of it, all the time. Drinking, attention, eating; if it gave him physical pleasure he didn’t shy away from it. And unfortunately that included sex with Shanks. Normally he didn’t crave sex like that. He’d masturbate, certainly, but being close to someone else like that, it made him cringe. But when it was Shanks… it felt so different.

“We got anything harder to drink!?” Buggy shouted suddenly, holding up his cup. The people around him cheered, holding up their cups as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” Shanks rested a hand on Buggy’s shoulder and Buggy’s grin froze to his face.

“I’ve got some aged whiskey in my room that I’d hate to drink by myself” Shanks said softly in Buggy’s ear, only for him to hear.

Buggy nodded robotically, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin. Shanks departed with a friendly smile and a wave and now Buggy had to decide if he wanted to follow or stay here.

He made all kinds of excuses in his mind not to go, which delayed his trip to Shanks long enough that barrels of rum made their way to the mess hall. Everyone started drinking, Buggy included, and he was tipsy when he got the courage to make his way to Shanks’ room.

Buggy stood in front of the door, sweating, wishing he hadn’t opened his stupid mouth this morning. He knocked lightly at the door, hoping Shanks wouldn’t hear it and he could wander off, but the door swung open shortly after he knocked. Shanks greeted him with a smile and pulled him into a hug.

“Wasn’t sure if you were coming. I’m glad to see you” he breathed into Buggy’s hair.

Buggy didn’t hug him back but he didn’t push him away either. It felt so good to be close to him like this, and he sighed, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. About everything. Let me make it up to you, tonight.” Shanks lips skimmed the curve of his ear. He kissed downward, to his cheek and without thinking Buggy turned his head so their lips met. He shouldn’t be doing this, but each touch, each kiss made him forget why he was mad at Shanks, made him crave more, crave everything he missed when he and Shanks were parted.

“Let’s have that drink, hmm?” Shanks offered, grabbing Buggy’s hand and guiding him over to the desk.

Both chairs were on the same side now, a bottle of fancy looking whiskey and two short glasses sat on the desk, along with…

“Ooo, are those chips?” Buggy zeroed in on the open bag of seasoned potato chips immediately.

“Your favorite.” Shanks grinned, pouring two fingers of whiskey for both of them. He held out a glass for Buggy, who already removed his gloves and grabbed a handful of chips from the bag. Buggy accepted the offered glass and Shanks held it up, clearly for a toast. Buggy begrudgingly held his up, rolling his eyes at Shanks’ pleased look.

“To survivors. To pirates. To us.” Shanks clinked his glass against Buggy’s and took a large swallow. Buggy nodded, sipping his but sputtered as soon as it hit the back of his throat. It burned so badly!! Buggy coughed, grimacing as Shanks laughed at him.

“Fuck you!” Buggy struggled out between coughs. “This is shit.” Buggy said with a frown, taking a smaller sip this time. It was still alcohol, after all. Buggy brought the handful of chips to his mouth and shoved in the whole pile, crunching away, hoping to chase away the burn from the alcohol. It was his favorite snack food, salty and seasoned with onion and garlic and paprika. It’s been his favorite since he was a kid. He tried not to think too hard about how Shanks remembered that.

The two of them ended up drinking the entire bottle together (most of it was Shanks) and Buggy easily finished the entire bag of chips.

They were nursing their final glasses of whiskey, shooting the shit, reminiscing about when they were kids, sharing gossip from their crews. The conversation lulled and Buggy sucked at his fingers, wishing he had more chips.

“I was thinking about what you said this morning.” Shanks said softly.

Buggy froze, eyes flicking to Shanks’ face, fingers still in his mouth. Why the hell was he bringing this up now!?

“Maybe we won’t give up being captains, but what if we sailed together anyway?” He offered, fidgeting in his seat, clearly nervous.

Buggy pulled his fingers from his mouth with a ‘pop.’ “What the hell does that mean?! ‘Sail together.’” Buggy used air quotes, his fingers glistening in the lamplight. “You’re drunk!”

“Yes! I am! Please Buggy, think about it. We could be part of the same fleet! You’d still be captain, and so would I! Maybe we can’t give up on our lives but that doesn’t mean we have to be apart!” Shanks said excitedly, getting progressively louder.

“And what if I want to find treasure? You gonna follow me around?” Buggy scoffed, crossing his arms, wiping his fingers off on his shirt, and leaning back in his chair.

“Sure! But that means you have to follow me, too.”

Buggy just stared at him, mouth open in disbelief. His brain was trying to chug into gear, but the alcohol made everything slow. Shanks wanted…to sail with him. Together…

“You’re so…stupid. What the fuck are you even talking about?”

Shanks clasped Buggy’s hand, pulling it close to his chest.

“You can call me as many names as you want, just say you’ll sail with me.” Shanks pressed a kiss to Buggy’s knuckles and Buggy’s whole body heated, his face turning bright red.

“Stop! Enough!” Buggy ripped his hand from Shanks’ grasp and lunged at him from his seat, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t jerk me around! You’re drunk! You don’t know what you’re saying. How can you expect me to say yes to an offer like this?” Buggy asked, incredulous, shoving at him but letting his hands slip down to his chest as Shanks put his hand to Buggy’s face, cupping his cheek.

“We should talk about this morning. And last night.” Shanks said gently, his face so sweet and open. It made Buggy want to punch him.

“Fuck off!” Buggy shoved at Shanks’ shoulder, stealing back his arm and popping it into place. He tried to push past Shanks, but he stopped him, his hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Shanks snapped, shoving Buggy back. “I’m trying to make things right, why are you acting like this?” His eyes searched Buggy’s, Shanks’ gaze making him feel naked, exposed.

“Because!” Buggy yelled, bristling, all his nerves tingling, ready for a fight. He needed to leave. Now.

“Because why? Tell me!” Shanks pushed, crowding him further.

Buggy grabbed two handfuls of Shanks shirt, ready to throw him off, trying to keep him at bay.

“BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” Buggy screamed.

Shanks went still, totally silent, and Buggy panted, hands trembling as they gripped Shanks’ shirt harder than they needed to.

“Because I love you.” Buggy whispered. “And you don’t love me back.” Buggy regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He sounded pathetic, and he felt it too.

Shanks face softened, his hand closing over one of Buggy’s wrists.

“I do love you. I’ve always loved you, Buggy.” He confessed, face flushed and earnest.

Buggy crashed their lips together, kissing him desperately. He loves Shanks and Shanks loves him back! But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nothing had changed. He knew this, heard the same words before. But still they parted ways. Still he sailed away, alone, waiting for this moment again. But what did it matter when they were together right now? He wanted this, wanted to be with him again, wanted to spend every waking moment together, wanted to take him, consume him.

Shanks kissed him back, their mouths opening to one another, tongues pushing, curling, tasting. Buggy moaned into the kiss, hands sliding around Shanks, pulling him close, hugging him tightly.

Shanks broke off the kiss, hand moving to cup Buggy’s face.

“Should we take this back to my room?” Shanks murmured, eyes dark, his lips red from Buggy’s lipstick.

And once again reality hit him. Shanks loved him, this was as far as he’d go to show it. Sex.

Buggy pushed him away, making Shanks stumble backward, clearly thrown off guard, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You love me, but not the way I love you.” Buggy said quietly, suddenly empty.

“What do you mean by that?” Shanks asked, straightening.

“Would you ever give up being a captain?” Buggy asked, watching intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

He looked surprised and slowly shook his head. “Maybe someday, but I still have things I need to do.” He paused. “What about you, Buggy? Would you ever stop being a captain?”

“Hell no! I worked hard for my crew!” Buggy answered passionately.

Shanks gave him a sad smile, nodding in agreement.

“I think…we love each other, Buggy, but we both have our own lives to lead.” He said gently, as if he was trying not to upset him.

“Whatever.” Buggy pushed past Shanks and stormed away. He didn’t want to think about his words. Because Buggy wasn’t entirely truthful. He’d consider sharing in the responsibilities of captain if it meant he could be with Shanks, could help him become Pirate King. Nothing’s changed. They’re still the same people wanting different things. Shanks has never made the offer to join him again! And like hell if Buggy was going to beg!! Especially with how everything turned out the last time… Shanks could beg him instead! If he loved Buggy, why wouldn’t he? He should move oceans to get him to stay!!

…

Shanks had the two crews eat in shifts to accommodate all the extra people on the ship. So Buggy, Mr.3, and a few of his new recruits sat at one of the tables in the mess hall, telling stories while they ate and drank. There was alcohol(finally), but it was a light ale, nothing hard. Buggy had a sinking feeling most of the day, hating himself for wanting to see Shanks. He needed to stay strong, not give in to his physical desires…which was not his strong suit. He was a hedonist, he liked everything and lots of it, all the time. Drinking, attention, eating; if it gave him physical pleasure he didn’t shy away from it. And unfortunately that included sex with Shanks. Normally he didn’t crave sex like that. He’d masturbate, certainly, but being close to someone else like that, it made him cringe. But when it was Shanks… it felt so different.

“We got anything harder to drink!?” Buggy shouted suddenly, holding up his cup. The people around him cheered, holding up their cups as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” Shanks rested a hand on Buggy’s shoulder and Buggy’s grin froze to his face.

“I’ve got some aged whiskey in my room that I’d hate to drink by myself” Shanks said softly in Buggy’s ear, only for him to hear.

Buggy nodded robotically, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin. Shanks departed with a friendly smile and a wave and now Buggy had to decide if he wanted to follow or stay here.

He made all kinds of excuses in his mind not to go, which delayed his trip to Shanks long enough that barrels of rum made their way to the mess hall. Everyone started drinking, Buggy included, and he was tipsy when he got the courage to make his way to Shanks’ room.

Buggy stood in front of the door, sweating, wishing he hadn’t opened his stupid mouth this morning. He knocked lightly at the door, hoping Shanks wouldn’t hear it and he could wander off, but the door swung open shortly after he knocked. Shanks greeted him with a smile and pulled him into a hug.

“Wasn’t sure if you were coming. I’m glad to see you” he breathed into Buggy’s hair.

Buggy didn’t hug him back but he didn’t push him away either. It felt so good to be close to him like this, and he sighed, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. About everything. Let me make it up to you, tonight.” Shanks lips skimmed the curve of his ear. He kissed downward, to his cheek and without thinking Buggy turned his head so their lips met. He shouldn’t be doing this, but each touch, each kiss made him forget why he was mad at Shanks, made him crave more, crave everything he missed when he and Shanks were parted.

“Let’s have that drink, hmm?” Shanks offered, grabbing Buggy’s hand and guiding him over to the desk.

Both chairs were on the same side now, a bottle of fancy looking whiskey and two short glasses sat on the desk, along with…

“Ooo, are those chips?” Buggy zeroed in on the open bag of seasoned potato chips immediately.

“Your favorite.” Shanks grinned, pouring two fingers of whiskey for both of them. He held out a glass for Buggy, who already removed his gloves and grabbed a handful of chips from the bag. Buggy accepted the offered glass and Shanks held it up, clearly for a toast. Buggy begrudgingly held his up, rolling his eyes at Shanks’ pleased look.

“To survivors. To pirates. To us.” Shanks clinked his glass against Buggy’s and took a large swallow. Buggy nodded, sipping his but sputtered as soon as it hit the back of his throat. It burned so badly!! Buggy coughed, grimacing as Shanks laughed at him.

“Fuck you!” Buggy struggled out between coughs. “This is shit.” Buggy said with a frown, taking a smaller sip this time. It was still alcohol, after all. Buggy brought the handful of chips to his mouth and shoved in the whole pile, crunching away, hoping to chase away the burn from the alcohol. It was his favorite snack food, salty and seasoned with onion and garlic and paprika. It’s been his favorite since he was a kid. He tried not to think too hard about how Shanks remembered that.

The two of them ended up drinking the entire bottle together (most of it was Shanks) and Buggy easily finished the entire bag of chips.

They were nursing their final glasses of whiskey, shooting the shit, reminiscing about when they were kids, sharing gossip from their crews. The conversation lulled and Buggy sucked at his fingers, wishing he had more chips.

“I was thinking about what you said this morning.” Shanks said softly.

Buggy froze, eyes flicking to Shanks’ face, fingers still in his mouth. Why the hell was he bringing this up now!?

“Maybe we won’t give up being captains, but what if we sailed together anyway?” He offered, fidgeting in his seat, clearly nervous.

Buggy pulled his fingers from his mouth with a ‘pop.’ “What the hell does that mean?! ‘Sail together.’” Buggy used air quotes, his fingers glistening in the lamplight. “You’re drunk!”

“Yes! I am! Please Buggy, think about it. We could be part of the same fleet! You’d still be captain, and so would I! Maybe we can’t give up on our lives but that doesn’t mean we have to be apart!” Shanks said excitedly, getting progressively louder.

“And what if I want to find treasure? You gonna follow me around?” Buggy scoffed, crossing his arms, wiping his fingers off on his shirt, and leaning back in his chair.

“Sure! But that means you have to follow me, too.”

Buggy just stared at him, mouth open in disbelief. His brain was trying to chug into gear, but the alcohol made everything slow. Shanks wanted…to sail with him. Together…

“You’re so…stupid. What the fuck are you even talking about?”

Shanks clasped Buggy’s hand, pulling it close to his chest.

“You can call me as many names as you want, just say you’ll sail with me.” Shanks pressed a kiss to Buggy’s knuckles and Buggy’s whole body heated, his face turning bright red.

“Stop! Enough!” Buggy ripped his hand from Shanks’ grasp and lunged at him from his seat, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t jerk me around! You’re drunk! You don’t know what you’re saying. How can you expect me to say yes to an offer like this?” Buggy asked, incredulous, shoving at him but letting his hands slip down to his chest as Shanks put his hand to Buggy’s face, cupping his cheek.

“I might be drunk, but I know I love you. And I don’t think I can let you go again. So please. Say yes.” His eyes shone, pulling Buggy in close enough for him to smell the whiskey on his breath.

Buggy gripped the hair on the back of Shanks’ head, pulling it, making him crane his neck. He hovered over him, his teeth bared. Shanks eyes widen, his lips parted, his breath hitched, and Buggy looked over his face.

“Fuck. You.” Buggy spit, pulling harder at Shanks’ hair making him gasp. Buggy closed the distance between them, licking into Shanks’ mouth, devouring him, teeth clacking and scraping.

“You think you can say something like that and everything will be fixed?” Buggy panted into Shanks mouth. “You really know how to piss me off.” He growled, smashing their lips back together, not letting Shanks get in a word.

Shanks made a sound in in throat, whether in protest or pleasure, Buggy didn’t know or care, but Shanks kissed him back. Buggy sat down on Shanks lap, hard enough to make him grunt and used both hands to hold onto Shanks’ face as he ravaged his mouth.

This dumb motherfucker!! Of course Buggy wanted it! Wanted to spend his life sailing the seas with Shanks. It sounded wonderful and terrible and his heart ached for it. But Shanks thinks he can just ask like this? Late at night, both of them drunk, with no guarantee that this idea, this little spark of hope would survive until morning? How dare he get Buggy’s hopes up.

Buggy broke away, leaving them both panting, saliva making their lips glisten, red smeared over both of their mouths.

“Get on the bed.” Buggy ordered, his voice unusually deep.

“Yes.” Shanks breathed, eyes dark and hazy.

Buggy gripped Shanks’ neck, firmly, not hard enough to cut off air, but enough for him to struggle.

“It’s my turn tonight, and I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to be with you. Until I know you won’t change your mind. Beg me until I’m satisfied.”

Shanks moaned, the sound strangled from Buggy’s grip on his throat, attempting to nod.

Buggy released him and moved off his lap.

“Buggy. Please.” Shanks rasped, looking disheveled in his seat, straining in his pants.

Buggy smirked, undoing his cloth belt. “That’s a good start. Now get undressed and get on the bed.”

Shanks stood from his seat, pulling off his shirt, not bothering to unbutton it and tossed it to the floor. He worked at his pants as he hurried to the bed.

Buggy could easily break apart and undress himself, but he took it slow, pulling off the fabric of his belt and letting it fall to the floor.

Buggy unbuttoned his pants, one button at a time, eyes never leaving Shanks, who managed to push his pants and underwear down to his thighs. He had his hand on his dick, stroking himself as he watched Buggy undress.

“Please. I need to see more of you.” He breathed, his hand unhurried.

“You think you deserve that?” Buggy taunted, hands leaving his pants to pull off the ascot around his neck, exposing the mottled skin of bruises that Shanks gave him.

“I just want to make you feel good. Use me.” Shanks pushed his pants off, along with his sandals, spreading his legs, attempting to fully expose himself to Buggy.

He was so beautiful, his thighs paler than his sun-kissed chest, covered in dark red hair, fuzzy, the hair abruptly stopping before making its appearance again at the base of his dick. Buggy wanted to swallow him down, wanted to lick and tease his weeping tip until tears gathered in his eyes, until Shanks was tugging at his hair, begging him for release.

Buggy tossed his ascot to the ground and took a step forward, shrugging off his coat, letting it slowly slide down his arms until it, too, fell to the ground.

“You’re right. I am going to use you.” Buggy removed his hat, tossing it behind him. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t live without me.” He pulled his hair loose, so it fell over his shoulders, removing his bandana in the process.

Shanks bit at his lip, his hand moving faster over his dick, clearly appreciating Buggy’s show.

Buggy crossed his arms in front of him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off, letting it join the pile of clothes around him. He took another step forward, running a hand through his hair to push it back out of his face. He purposely flexed, tightening his abdomen and his raised arm, tucking his thumb into the waistband of his pants and pulled down slightly to expose a glimpse of pubic hair.

Shanks watched, his attention rapt, eyes so heavy on Buggy’s exposed skin he could feel it, leaving behind heat and goosebumps. Buggy couldn’t help the grin growing on his face. He hooked both thumbs in his waistband and pushed down his pants, leaving on his underwear, which bulged out, his erection obvious.

“You want this?” Buggy grabbed his cock over his underwear, stroking a hand over himself then flattening the fabric around it to make the outline more obvious.

“Yes.” Shanks breathed, eyes flicking up to Buggy’s face. “Please.” He added when Buggy raised an eyebrow.

Buggy detached from his feet, letting his pants fall off, and hovered over to Shanks, his feet following and reattaching to stand right in front of him. He reached forward and grabbed Shanks hair, pulling his head back. He put two fingers to his lips, pressing lightly, Shanks understood, parting his lips, letting Buggy slide his fingers inside his mouth. Buggy played with his tongue, pushing and pinching it between his pointer and middle finger. Shanks hot breath washed over his hand, panting as Buggy toyed with him.

“Suck.” He demanded, sticking his fingers so far into Shanks’ mouth that he gagged. Shanks wrapped his lips around Buggy’s fingers, doing as he was told, sucking sharply. Buggy groaned softly, watching Shanks’ face, whose eyes were closed as his mouth worked, savoring his fingers like it was candy. His tongue licked over the pads of his fingers, each swipe sending a hot pulse straight to his cock.

Buggy pulled his fingers from Shanks’ mouth and pushed on his shoulder with his other hand, making him fall back onto the bed. He brought his fingers down to the cleft of Shanks’ ass, spreading him as his middle finger found Shanks’ entrance, pushing into the tight ring. Even with the saliva it felt too dry, Shanks’ face scrunching in discomfort. It's what he deserved, the bastard.

“Move up.” Buggy slapped Shanks’ thigh, putting a knee on the bed to follow after him. “And get me the lube. I want you to be nice and wet for me.”

Shanks nodded eagerly, scooting further onto the bed and reaching under the same pillow for the lube they used yesterday. Did he always keep it there? How often was he using it? It didn’t matter. Shanks pressed the tube into Buggy’s hand, getting comfortable and spreading his legs. What a slut. Buggy’s cock twitched at the sight, hands working at the lid of the lube, fumbling as his eyes ate up Shanks spread out for him.

He managed to get some lube squeezed onto his fingers and brought them back to Shanks’ entrance, his finger sliding into him more easily, the only resistance from the tight muscle. Shanks sighed as Buggy slowly sunk his finger into him, until he couldn’t go any deeper. He felt hot, and tight, his smooth insides squeezing him. And the surge of want he felt was powerful. He felt so hard it made him ache; he wanted to be inside of Shanks, wanted to feel him around his cock. But more than that, he wanted to make Shanks beg.

He curled his finger, feeling his insides, pulling out just to his fingertip before pushing back in, the glide easier. Buggy detached his hand, letting it finger Shanks open as he lowered himself to his body, pressing red kisses over his thighs. Buggy had his eyes on Shanks the entire time, watching him as he mouthed over the taut skin of his hips, skipping over his dick entirely, continuing upward, trailing kisses over his abdomen. Buggy straddled him and bent forward, Shanks dick rubbing against his thighs as he leaned over him, kissing his nipples. He locked eyes with Shanks, sticking out his tongue and dragged it over his hardened nipple, making his breath hitch. He let his eyes close and wrapped his lips around the skin of his pec, swirling his tongue. Then he bit down, hard, teeth sinking into skin. Shanks gasped at the pain, trying to push away Buggy’s head, but he did not let go, keeping his teeth there, his tongue thrashing against Shanks’ nipple. He sucked hard at the skin as he pulled away, tasting blood. Shanks grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought Buggy up to him, licking into his mouth, lapping up what little blood was still lingering, sucking Buggy’s tongue into his mouth.

Buggy broke away and latched onto Shanks’ neck, purposefully sucking hickies as he pushed a second finger into him. Shanks let out a moan, the sound vibrating in his throat, where Buggy could feel it on his lips and tongue. He loved hearing that sound, loved hearing any sound of pleasure coming from Shanks, loved being the one to pull it out of him. Buggy scissored his fingers, pressing his tongue over his pulse point. Shanks squirmed under him, gasping, his hand grasping at Buggy’s shoulder. Buggy grinned into his neck, moving his fingers faster, tugging Shanks’ skin between his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue.

Shanks groaned aloud, hand moving down to cup Buggy, his hand dipping into his underwear and stroking him. Buggy pressed his forehead into Shanks’ shoulder, the hot feeling of Shanks’ calloused hand gripping him firmly gave him pause, made him want to enjoy the pleasure of it.

“Please.” Shanks breathed, nearly whining. His hand moved faster over Buggy’s cock, matching the pace of Buggy’s fingers inside of him. He needed to stop Shanks or he’d cum in his underwear. Buggy grabbed Shanks’ arm with his other hand, stilling him and pulling him away from his cock.

“Please, what?” Buggy panted into Shanks’ ear, pushing a third finger into him.

Shanks sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out shakily, focused on the feeling of Buggy’s fingers inside of him.

“Hmm? What do you want, Shanks?” Buggy taunted softly, teeth tugging at his lobe.

“You. I want you, Buggy. Please.” Shanks turned his head, eyes closed, pressing his forehead into Buggy’s.

Buggy was caught off guard, his pleas so sincere, so eager, it shot straight through his heart, opened up that gnawing aching part of him that wanted to be wanted. Its what he told Shanks to do, to beg him, but he wasn’t prepared for it to feel like this.

Buggy put a hand behind Shanks’ head and pressed their lips together, mouths moving over one another. He curled his fingers inside of Shanks, pushing into the sensitive skin, searching.

Shanks broke off the kiss, his head pressed into the pillows behind him, panting, his throat exposed, moaning as Buggy’s fingers pressed against his prostate. Buggy pulled his fingers out, leaned over Shanks and grabbed his bottom lip with his teeth, pulling, then releasing as he moved back down his body, tongue and lips working across his skin. Buggy kissed the tip of Shanks’ dick, slick and oozing pre-cum, a long sticky string staying attached to his lips as he kissed down the shaft.

He sat back up, wiping off his slick fingers on his underwear, thumbs hooking into the waistband.

“Again. Tell me what you want.” Buggy’s cock strained in his underwear, a wet spot from his own arousal obvious on the fabric.

“You. Please, Buggy. I want you. I need you.” Shanks pleaded, pulling up his knees, keeping his legs spread.

Hot pleasure washed over him at Shanks’ words. Shanks needs him. He wants him and he needs him. Buggy undressed fully, bare before Shanks, stroking himself. He squeezed lube onto his cock, cold at first, but warming up quickly as he slicked himself. He brought the head of his cock to Shanks’ stretched entrance, pushing, meeting very little resistance as he slid in.

Buggy groaned, Shanks was tight and hot and slick, squeezing him, swallowing him in. Shanks’ lips pressed together, a long soft whine stuck in his throat as Buggy bottomed out, his hips meeting Shanks’ ass. Buggy wrapped a hand around Shanks’ dick, stroking him with his slick hand as he swirled his hips, letting Shanks get used to him.

Shanks’ lips broke open, moaning, his legs trembling as Buggy fisted his dick, shallowly thrusting into him. Buggy leaned over him, pressing kisses to his cheeks and lips, his hand and hips still gently moving.

“Buggy.” Shanks panted, their eyes meeting, “I thought you were going to fuck me?” Shanks grinned, his face flushed, sweaty, his hair disheveled, but his eyes shining.

Buggy’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth dropping open slightly. “You little shit.” He growled, unable to stop his smile. He grabbed Shanks by his hips and thrust sharply, pulling a moan out of Shanks as his hips slapped against his ass. And he didn’t let up, fucking him and pulling him onto his dick with every thrust. Shanks tensed, his whole body taut, his hips held by Buggy, making his back arch. He reached down his hand, stroking his dick as Buggy continued his merciless pace. Shanks’ ass felt so good, there was no way he could keep this up, he was hurtling toward his climax. He needed to make Shanks cum before he shot off too early.

Buggy grabbed Shanks’ legs and bent him slightly, his cock pushing at different angles, leaning further and further over him, until he let go of Shanks’ legs and had his forearms on either side of his head. Shanks gasped, his eyes fluttering, his muscles tensing. There. Right there. Buggy kept the same angle, pounding him, hammering that spot. Buggy’s hand detached and he stroked Shanks, hips moving quickly. Shanks clawed at his back, hot lines from his blunt nails burned against his skin, his brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly, a stream of nonsense falling from his lips. Buggy watched his face, mesmerized by his pleasure. He was so beautiful.

“Love you. Love you. Buggy.” Shanks whined, eyes cracking open to look dazedly at Buggy, spilling over Buggy’s hand, shooting cum onto both of their stomachs.

Buggy was entranced, memorizing Shanks’ face as his orgasm washed over him. He kissed him, lips pressing together then pulling away enough for their breath to mingle. Buggy tucked his face into Shanks’ shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight as he continued to fuck him. Shanks clenched around him, whether on purpose or not, he wasn’t sure but he moaned into Shanks’ neck, so close to finishing.

“Tell me you want it.” Buggy panted, his climax building quickly.

“I want it. I want everything you give me.” Shanks breathed back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Buggy bit Shanks’ shoulder, pounding into him, groaning through his teeth, the hot wave of pleasure crashing over him as he filled Shanks. Buggy shuddered, the aftershocks rocking through him, his teeth set firmly in Shanks’ skin, but not yet breaking it.

Buggy huffed and let go, dropping his head next to Shanks’, his body sinking into him, making Shanks support his whole body weight.

Shanks let out a strained chuckle and wrapped his arm around Buggy’s back, holding him tight, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Buggy.” Shanks sighed, sounding satisfied.

Buggy nipped Shanks’ neck, lifting up to kiss his lips. “I love you.” He murmured against his lips.

Shanks pulled Buggy close, flipping them, peppering Buggy’s face with kisses.

“Enough! Idiot!” Buggy grumbled, pushing at Shanks’ face, who was still attempting to kiss him, Buggy fighting a smile the whole time.

“Go grab a towel to clean up this mess if you’ve got energy to annoy me.” He huffed, still holding back Shanks’ face, still making kissy noises, his lips moving.

“One more kiss?” Shanks asked, his words muffled by Buggy squeezing his cheeks together.

Buggy rolled his eyes but crack a smile. He let go of Shanks, who pressed one smacking kiss to Buggy’s lips and then sat up, making his way off the bed.

Shanks returned, already clean, wiping down Buggy’s belly and cock, tossing away the towel and pulling the covers over both of them.

Buggy pulled him close and Shanks snuggled into his chest, wrapping his arm around him. They laid there for a while, the lights turned out, the ship quiet, nothing but waves crashing to fill the silence.

“Did you mean it?” Buggy whispered into the darkness. Shanks stirred in his arms, tilting his head up to look at Buggy.

“Hm?” Shanks hummed, close to drifting off.

“That we can sail together?” Buggy asked, even quieter than before.

Shanks sat up suddenly, making Buggy jump. Shanks grabbed his hand, holding it to his chest.

“I meant every word.”

Buggy huffed, pulling his hand from Shanks’ grasp. He yanked Shanks back down, pulling him into a hug and kissed the top of his head.

”You better have, or I’m gonna kick your ass.” Buggy threatened into his hair.

Shanks chuckled and held Buggy tighter.

They laid there, relaxing into one another, the room quiet once more.

“I get to be the Commodore, if we’re becoming a fleet.” Buggy announced.

Shanks huffed a sleepy laugh. “We’re just captains. Equal partners. No one is becoming a Commodore.”

“Fine.” Buggy sighed, glad Shanks couldn’t see the conspiratorial look on his face. Buggy would definitely be calling himself Commodore on his own ship.

[misc-obeyme]

lately i've been thinking a lot about what "post-canon" would look like for obey me (aka after the story ends. not that i want it to end any time soon of course!). my mc doesn't become immortal and i don't see the three realms getting united like diavolo dreams of in their lifetime, but they do take on an apprentice who eventually joins the exchange program :) cc, do you think about your mc or other oc's futures?

Ohhh I like the idea of MC taking on an apprentice who then joins the program!

I don't think it's likely to happen in MC's mortal lifetime, either, so that makes sense!

Of course if you have an MC who finds a way to become immortal it might be different. But I kinda think it'd still make sense for them to have more humans join the program.

It's hard to say exactly when the story will end of course, but I've thought about things! My MC Ciaran likes to pretend to be chill, but they are actually very passionate. I think they'd actively pursue immortality in order to stay with the demons and everyone in the Devildom. Especially if they like ended up in a relationship with one of the characters.

And like... I had never considered this for Arsenios. He's a demon, so he's already going to live a long time. He's considered ancient by the time Diavolo comes around anyway. But if I think about it in the context of his story Unchained, where he ends up with MC, his entire motivation is going to be MC and their well being. If MC wants him to help with the potential of the uniting of the three worlds into the future, he'll do it. He's not against it, so why not?

Left to his own devices, though... I could see him returning to his more demonic ways of the past if he went down a certain path. But otherwise he'd probably just keep on keepin on the way he always has lol.

The other OCs are more complicated. I feel like things are different for reapers and angels. And the other demon OCs are like eh whatever, we don't care. We have our own stuff to deal with.

The only one I could see possibly having an effect on things is Abraxas. Because he's also an old demon and he's the one that was sent in exchange for Thirteen. So he starts to learn the ways of the reapers. So I feel like he has experiences in worlds that most demons don't.

I mean I could get into what I think about all their futures but then we'd be here for far too long lol. But thanks for asking, this was interesting to think about!