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Idk if this is going to get banned but I needed to draw him in this trend for my own well being
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WHY ARE THIS TWO GIVING SO MUCH DIVORCED ENERGY WHAT IS GOING ON HERE
LIKE, THEY ARE SO PETTY FOR NO REASON?
IM A FIGHT RIGHT??
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I could take all 3 of them at the same time
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#hannibal#hannigram#hannibal lecter#hannibal loves will#Hannibal loves jack#will hannibal#I'm actually crazy
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The most normal interaction when you’re divorced 😔
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Mihawk X sick child reader
"Darling why are you still awake?" You jolted in shock when you heard your father's flat voice from the door way. A few hours prior he had told you get some sleep to ease the symptoms of your flu but instead you were under your bed covers where you thought you were reading a book secretly. Of course your all knowing father caught you without even having to pull the covers off you. "Ha.. ha.. How long have you been standing there?..." You smiled awkwardly hoping it would charm him a bit but instead he just looked at you with a blank disapproving stare which you had come to recognise very easily compared to his other various blank expressions. "Long enough to know that you haven't slept at all since I've left you." He walked closer to you and you saw his expressions slowly changed from mildly annoyed to genuine worry. "I'm fine da... *cough! *cough! I promi- *cough!" You looked away from him a little embarrassed.
After carefully sitting at the edge of your bed he gently placed his hand your cheek and moved your head so his golden eyes would meet your (yec) ones again. His gaze was warm and you could see the worry it carried as he held you there for a moment. "As much as I enjoy how peaceful it is when you're too sick to cause any trouble I do still want you to get better." You giggled at his teasing statement and he smiled back at you before his expression became slightly more serious again.
"When I first met you I promised I would take care of you and I mean to keep that promise forever but you also have to allow me to keep it. Do you understand me?" His words were firm but full of affection. "Yes dad." you nodded he smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
"I love you my dear y/n."
"I love you too dad."
Now get some rest darling." With that you closed your eyes and drifted off with your father's love warming your heart.
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My first fix omg
#dracule mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk x reader#one piece mihawk#dadmihawk#mihawk X you#mihaw x child#mihawk x child reader
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These two fcking kill me
I needed this so much today
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Tumblr Tuesday: Roan of Art
It's fine, it's cool. This is happening. Chappell Roan is Roan of Arc, champion and savior of sword lesbians and queer kids the world over. And, of course, the art goes so hard.
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Tumblr Tuesday: Roan of Art
It's fine, it's cool. This is happening. Chappell Roan is Roan of Arc, champion and savior of sword lesbians and queer kids the world over. And, of course, the art goes so hard.
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“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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𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔓𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔄𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱
Posted:09/09/23
Last Updated: 06/28/24
Master List/ Requests Here
Author's note: I've currently only seen the live action one piece.
Characters Currently Listed:
-Buggy the Clown
-Dracule Mihawk
-Monkey D. Luffy
-Roronoa Zoro
-Sanji Vinsmoke
-Shanks
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Sleepover
Warnings: language
Summary: Since Buggy is suck as a head on the strawhat's ship, you decide to pass the time together with a flirtatious game of never have I ever.
Gn reader
Red Hair Apprentice
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Headcanons
Series Warnings: yandere, language, drinking, vomiting, violence, urinating, drug use
Summary: Yandere Buggy takes Shanks off spring under his wing.
[Platonic Relationship]
Yandere Buggy x GN Reader [implied to be in their 20s]
Reunion
Warnings: yandere, language, violence
Summary: Yandere Buggy finds you engaged to someone else after escaping him a year ago.
Gn reader
Yandere Buggy Headcanons
Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW, NON-CON
Gn Reader
𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔨
Black Blade
Warnings: yandere, injury
Summary: Yandere Mihawk cares for you after you accidentally inquire about a serious injury.
Gn reader
Branded
Warnings: yandere, NSFW, language
Summary: What you assumed to be a one nightstand turns out to be a lifetime sentence.
Gn reader
Death's Betrayal
Warnings: yandere, language, suicide attempt
Summary: The only way to be free from yandere Mihawk is in death.
Gn reader
Rabbit's Reconciliation
Warnings: yandere, language, violence
Summary: After years of being on the run from Yandere Mihawk, the past finally catches up with you.
Gn reader
Unlucky Rabbit Foot
Warnings: yandere, language, violence
Summary: Yandere Mihawk hunts you down
Gn reader
Yandere Dracule Mihawk Headcanons
Warnings: yandere, language, violence, NSFW
Gn reader
𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔇. 𝔏𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔶
Genderbend Luffy Headcanons
Warnings: language
F luffy x GN reader
Yandere Luffy Headcanons
Warnings: yandere
Gn reader
ℜ𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔞 ℨ𝔬𝔯𝔬
Gender Bend Roronoa Zoro
Warnings: none
Gn reader
Yandere Roronoa Zoro Headcanons
Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW
Gn Reader
𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔧𝔦 𝔙𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔨𝔢
Blue Mercy
Warnings: yandere, Smut
🔞Smut Content: Mean Dom F Reader, sadist/ masochist, handjob, Amazon position
Summary: You're a siren from the all-blue that briefly joins the straw hats after getting caught in their net.
Yandere Sanji x F siren Reader
Button
Part 1 Part 2
Warnings: None
Summary: Sanji finds out that you can't eat most solid foods and live off a feeding tube/G tube [reader can only eat soft foods because of a damage esophagus]
Gn Disabled Reader
Caregiver 🔞
Warnings: yandere, smut w/plot, extreme stravion
🔞Smut content: Non-Con, Praise kink, Fingering, Cunniligus
Summary: The straw hats find you stranded and straved in the middle of the ocean. Flashing back to his own past Sanji makes it his mission to nurse you back to health. Unfortunately for you, he seems to enjoy your helplessness a little too much.
F reader
Genderbend Sanji Headcanons
Warnings: language
F Sanji x F reader
Good Boy 🔞
Warnings: language, smut
Summary: You're tall, pretty submissive, boyfriend is a good boy
🔞Smut Content: Sub Sanji, FemDom, Size kink, Mistress honorific, Men in Women's underwear, cock ring, public sex
FemDom petite reader
Kitchen Theater
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Warnings: yandere
Summary: You ask Yandere Sanji to pretend to be your boyfriend while the straw hats make a pit stop in your hometown. [Readers parents are a straight presenting couple]
Gn reader
Madame 🔞
Warnings: NSFW, language
Summary: Sanji's your submissive boyfriend. [Headcanons]
Sub Sanji x FemDom Reader
Made with love 🔞
Warnings: yandere, language, smut
Summary: Yandere Sanji makes you a special treat
🔞Smut content: Sex drugs, Dub-Con, Gentle Dom Sanji, Sir Kink, cunnilingus, voyeurism, Aftercare
F Reader
Salvation from Starvation
Warnings: yandere, past abuse, language, force feeding
Summary: Your ptsd prevents you from eating in front of others. Unfortunately, when that ptsd stops you from eating all together, Sanji has no choice but to step in.
Gn reader
Yandere Sanji Headcanons
Warnings: yandere, NSFW
Gn Reader
𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰
Yandere Shanks headcanons
Warnings: yandere, language, NSFW
Gn reader
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Why just settle for Mihawk in a corset when I can completely melt my own brain by adding lace trimming and roses and long hair?
I mean, no one except me can stop me
I mean why would I
Why
WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF—
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Little Mishanks x Reader Dabble
So I had this thought earlier when cleaning and listening to music, the Sunday norm.
You are in a relationship with Mihawk and Shanks, have been for a while. You met them both as you live on an island that is under Shanks protection.
Both men keep their relationship with you on the down low to keep you safe, as they're under no illusions that if someone they don't trust finds out you would be in danger.
The Red Force crew and the local knew about you, while they had never met you, both Croc and Buggy know you and seen you're photo as well spoken a couple time. Buggy still couldn't fathom why you would want Shanks, but him and Mihawk were some what of package deal.
They would both call you twice a week, it was kind of their way of knowing that you and the island was fine and it was because of this they were something wrong as you didn't answer either of them what has not happened, as you always answered one of them.
Both men were in high alert as they headed back to your island to find you mainly and Shanks to find who attack an island under his protection. They hoped that you were fine and something had just happened to your den-den but were proven that wasn't the case they arrived at the island to find it had been attacked.
Shanks had sent his men to go help around the town and find information on who did this attack. After that both of them went your home that just outside of town to find that had been ransacked and with you no where to be seen.
Mihawk said the attack on the town was diversion and the real reason was to take you, so that meant someone had found out about you but who. No one on the Red Force would say anything and Cross Guild members knew not to cross him.
They grabbed some of your clothes so that when they found you, you would some clothes, cause no doubt when they found you, you would be in need of some clothes.
The senior members of the Red Force told them what they had found out it wasn't lot as the attack suddenly and quick but was able to get something to help point in the direction.
A few weeks a had passed and still they couldn't find and their temperament was getting worse, attacking more ships that crossed their path and annoyed them.
It was when Crocodile need to get out before he killed that damn crown, who was getting on his nerves quicker without Mihawk there, so he went out and went after a group of pirates that was causing to much trouble near by and didn't need the marine poking their noses where they weren't need.
After dealing with the pirates with ease, he went searching to find what treause they had as they weren't going to need it now. He found that and would send men to come collect however what he wasn't expecting to find you, tied up and beaten nearly black and blue.
He kind of wished he left some of the crew alive, just to he could watch Mihawk and Shanks destroy them but it was a little to late for that now, so he picked you up went back to the Big Top Blaster and handed you over to the doctor before going to inform Mihawk of you.
When both men learnt you were now at the Big Top Blaster, recovering after having been rescued so they quickly headed to the ship was currently, as they weren't told what condition you were in.
When they arrived they went straight to the infimary where you were and saw just how you bad you were, they both wanted blood and the crew who did, but Crocodile regretted to inform that he had killed them all, a mistake on his part after found you.
Both were unhappy with that they didn't get to make them suffer after what they did to you but they couldn't do anything about now.
While you recover both Mihawk and Shanks were trying to figure out what was best the action, you couldn't so back to your island till they find out who could of possible given the info that you were with them both. They went back and fourth on if you should stay on the Big Top Blaster or the Red Force or maybe an island but they would rather keep have one of them have eyes on you and can protect you themselves.
When you asked if you got a say in this, they told you that no, not till they knew who it was that gave that information out. So you just let them work out what was going to happening, as you knew whatever they chose would be the for you.
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