#buggy the clown fanfiction

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Little pieces here and there (1)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: two, three, four, five

Word Count: 2,6K (i was inspired by god itself)

Warnings: none, lot of context (i promise the next chapter will have way less filling), light flirting

A/N: I HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT AT LEAST 5 CHAPTERS MORE, I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES THIS FIRST ONE BECAUSE I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS DAMN CLOWN. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in other parts! (Side note: i'm spanish, so if there's some mistakes, i'm trully sorry, i don't have beta readers).

It's not enough to suddenly find herself locked in a box with 3 idiots she met a matter of hours ago, no; To make it worse, as it could not be otherwise, it turns out that she is in a bloody circus, ''kidnapped'' by a band of pirates that she recognizes as soon as she sees the red and white tent over their heads, the distressed faces of the poor people that make up the audience, and the costumes of the band around them.

She sighs, and wonders what the hell she's doing there despite knowing perfectly well what kind of decisions have led her to that damned place. Wanna know what happened? Let's recap, shall we?

(Y/N) (S/N). That name doesn't sound familiar, right? Very few know it but the reputation that accompanies the person who responds to it is very famous throughout the 4 seas. She is not a bounty hunter, nor a marine, neither a pirate or a pirate hunter, like the green-haired hottie with whom she finds herself in such trouble, or a thief, like the ginger who she bet, will escape running without looking back at the slightest opportunity she finds.

No, she's a mercenary. She doesn't work solely for money, otherwise she would go against the most bloodthirsty and ruthless of each sea, and that doesn'tt interest her, because she would put herself on the radar of both the pirates and the marines.

No, she is contacted through different channels, none of them direct, and if the job interests her, amuses her, or even piques her curiosity, she accept it. She goes after all kinds of people, whether they are pirates or marines, gangsters at the top of the terror scale or criminals who, like her, tried to keep a low profile.

However, and as we were saying, despite trying to remain anonymous, she is good at her job, a born strategist with an incredible facility to adapt and blend in with her surroundings to sneak into the most remote places, so her existence inevitably began to be noticed along the seas, rumors about this young mercenary with an angelic face, who only responded to her own morals and of whom few escaped to tell the tale.

And this is how she met that group of weirdos who found each others through the power of the plot's convenience; her last assignment was to steal the map from the Grand Line. There are not many, these kept safe and protected in large fortresses throughout the globe, and among all those that she could have tried to steal, she made the horrible decision of going for the one that was closest to her, encountering those three idiots in the crossfire of the disaster that unfolded in Shells Town.

How did she end up giving up the assignment and at that precise moment there, with them?  Simple: Luffy piqued her curiosity. And there are few things stronger than (Y/N)'s curiosity.

"Hey, I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town, you're the clown guy. Umm, uh… Binky, right?" Luffy exclaimed, as confident of himself as usual.

Buggy, she mentally corrected, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes at the same time the clown corrected loudly and dramatically listed his many nicknames. Which she was sure, only he called himself.

''Wow, you have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are.” The audience gasp. There's confusion in the boy's face, and an almost psychopatic tic in the clown's one. ''What did you just say?'' Buggy asks lowly. ''Just that everyone knows who you are.'' Luffy repeats.

''Nose!? Are you making fun of my nose!?’’

Then came the slap, like the one someone usually gives when a friend is trying to steal their food or touch something they definitely shouldn't. Buggy is killing the straw hat boy with his eyes but the gesture is so… innocent.  She expected threats with knives, to be honest.

And because of the unexpected, she almost let a laugh escape in the form of a cough but she controlled herself fast enough to not grab unnecessary attention to her.

''What's real is...'' Buggy resumes the conversation, getting some distance with Luffy to walk around the rest too.  ’’I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand moron…’’ (Y/N) sees how he approaches her, but she didn't expect him to close the distance between each other so much, his nose almost touching her own, sharp blue eyes fixed on her from a slightly lower perspective. The truth is... that she also doesn't know how to tell if that nose is real or not, but now she really wants to touch it to find out. Dear God, what a realistic texture. It’s incredible.

Pressing her lips together in a contained expression as she shakes her head, she raises an eyebrow, letting him know that the joke wasn't as funny as he hoped, and he clucks, accepting defeat in such good humor that no one would say, that is a kidnapping and someone would end up dead by the end of the day.

She heard of him. His reward was not one of the highest but neither one of those that go unnoticed in the East Blue. He was also an eccentric, of course people talked about the blue-haired, red-nosed clown who terrified his victims in a macabre way. Those who survived ended up traumatized.

He is, or at least looks, younger than she imagined, and he fit right in with the urban legends of evil clowns kidnapping children and then dismembering them. She wonders, silently, thoughtful eyes scanning his face and body language from a distance, if this is some softie on the inside with high aspirations in life who was unfortunate enough to bump into someone who traumatized him and hence all this show and facade of the cruel and heartless clown -to protect himself as the good cliché he seems- or if, on the contrary, he is, simply and plainly, a yandere who craves attention no matter how he has to obtain it.

If she remembers correctly, there was also a rumor that he ate a devil fruit. Just like Luffy, which it doesn't take long for the clown to discover after Zoro tries to save the situation by showing off his reputation -obviously it doesn't work- and Nami does exactly what (Y/N) predicted. Not her fault, either, she doesn't owe any of them anything at all.

''Okay. Here ends the theatrics.’’ The lights go out and it’s then that everyone can small the disaster in the air. A chill runs down the back of (Y/N), who tends to infiltrate without being seen and avoids, whenever possible, a direct encounter; hand-to-hand combat is not exactly his specialty. And given the circumstances is impossible for her to know if the daggers she usually hides in the side of his combat boots -for emergencies like this one- are still there. ''I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?”

How long were they unconscious before? Enough to hijack the ship, get to land, and move 4 dead weight bodies to that circus, locking them in a box. By that point she would bet some member of the gang would have thoroughly searched the ship, and them too. Disgusting.

Buggy takes a last, attentive look at both Zoro and Nami, ruling out that one of the two has the map because when the girl tried to flee, Luffy was not shocked thinking that perhaps she would steal it from him. Which leaves the two of them, Luffy and her, alone with him.

''So, please'' the clown gestures to his subordinates with his head. ''make these two guests uncomfortable in the green room. I’m gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal and…’’ His eyes jump to her, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. ''this beauty that was incapable of taking her eyes off me.''

Fuck. Was it that obvious?

''Doll, you are the only one who hasn't opened your mouth yet and I don't think it's because you’re a shy little flower.'' He begins, circling around her like an animal hunting its prey, analyzing it, hoping to see a chink of weakness to attack. ''Are you bored?'' He asks almost in a whisper near her ear. ''Is that it? Are you so, so bored that you don't think it's worth enough interacting with the rest of us?'' Breaking away from her when he realizes she doesn't falter, he smiles a huge, threatening smile, looking her up and down in such a way that it almost makes her feel dirty. "Or maybe you're the one who has my map, and you're quiet to try not to attract /my/ attention."

She? The map? Wearing such tight pants and top? Yeah, maybe up her ass, but she's not the one who is going to tell him otherwise because if he, or one of his subordinates, comes to search her, she could take advantage of the opportunity to steal some sort of weapon from them.

In particular from Buggy; (Y/N) saw the knives he keeps in his coat and… she wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that interesting nose.

"Busted." She finally admits with a lopsided smile, raising both eyebrows when she sees the surprise on the clown's face. He didn't expect such a cocky response, did he? "I'm not the type of person who likes to attract attention, the spotlight is for others who are more... flashy." She pronounces it honeyedly, repeating the same nickname he used before, pointing at him with a gesture of her chin. "However, I'm not going to tell you where the map is. If you want to find it, come and search for it yourself."

Shrugging her shoulders, she stretches out both arms in a gesture that invites him to come closer. Bold, he thinks, more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events, taking some steps in her direction. She adds once more: "although I would be surprised if you hadn't already done it during the time we have been unconscious"

"Me?" He points at himself, stopping right in front of her. "Take advantage of a defenseless young lady?" He almost sounded offended if it wasn't for the shit eating grin and the eager way he was scanning her body now. "What kind of degenerate do you take me for?"

She scoffs, and Buggy, unsure, seems to consider -for some long seconds- whether or not to do the job himself, (Y/N) being too calm for how helpless she seems. But surely, he knows, she doesn't have any weapons on her; his subordinates were in charge, as she said, of searching all of them as soon as they were brought to the circus.

In the end he gives up, because he would be damned if he dared to refuse to thoroughly touch this mysterious woman who may, just may, have his map hidden somewhere. He strongly doubts it, tho.

Soon enough, he moves again, standing then behind her, and without asking permission, he doesn’t need it either, his hands start roaming her shoulders and sides slowly, making sure to feel anything weird between her clothes and the skin underneath. Like the fucking map, folded until it is nothing more than a small piece of paper easy to hide. 

Because that is the whole point of that scene, right?

"Go on, be my guest." she says sarcastically, trying to stay calm and breathe slowly, because (Y/N) likes to pretend to be made of stone, but not /that much/. The pressure of those gloves against her already tight clothes and the hungry way she knows those -green? blue? difficult to say with those circus lights- eyes are watching her every move make her heart beat a bit faster in something she’d call /the average amount of nervousness when a known, wanted pirate search for something we wants while threatening to kill you if he doesn’t find it/.

Buggy, on the other hand, is so engrossed in his task that his usual cocky smile has disappeared a few seconds ago; he is waiting to feel a change in the girl's body language to be able to guess if she has it or if, on the contrary, this search will be saved in his memory as no more than a small pleasurable pause after all the stress that the goddamn map is putting him through. Because he can't deny it, she's actually a beauty, and in other circumstances he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a funnier way. At all.

Inhaling deeply, wetting his red lips with his tongue, he lets the air out slowly, tilting his head to the side to see her better. He should hurry up and stop making that scene as intimate as it's becoming, audience and all, but he's a thorough man. Or that’s the excuse -explanation- he will give to whoever dares to ask.

"Where the hell did you hide my map?" He asks melodiously as he finishes searching her torso, his right hand starting to go a little lower, getting dangerously close to her hipbone when (Y/N)'s right hand flies up and catches his wrist between her fingers, stopping him dead in his tracks. She couldn't help it, she acted on autopilot, she is not ready to be the main character of a porn movie with audience included letting him roaming all around as he pleases. "Not between my legs, so keep lowering your hands and I'll cut them off." she threatens, turning her face to look at him standing behind her.

Right back, as if those words were magical or something, the huge, shit eating smile of his returns to the lips of the unstable clown, and without letting go, he makes her spin, facing her with both hands on her waist, strongly keeping her in place, sharp eyes fixed on her, and without realizing it, she stops breathing for a second. "You promise?" He whispers, pleads almost, in an amused, delighted tone of voice after such a threat. She was way interesting than he expected, not as shy or scared as an unarmed girl like her should be. He likes that. A lot.

However, he has -sadly- things to do and he did in fact, already lost time with her. His eyes betraying him the moment they land on the girl's lips, Buggy winks at her with a cocky expression and pulls away suddenly, raising both arms "Another disappointment, how many more can our audience endure? You’re the only one left, Rubber Boy, don't let me down." He points him, moving closer, while (Y/N) just stays there where he left her, wondering what the fuck just happened and why does her heart run so fast now.

Adrenaline, probably.

"Take her with the others" he ends up saying to a couple of members of his gang, to which she responds by moving on her own in the direction of where they have taken Zoro and Nami before, preventing them from guiding her by force and discovering the knife she stole from Buggy when he got so damn close to her, and which she secretly hid between the waistband of her pants and her shirt.

Risky, she could cut herself with the smallest movement at the least expected moment, but it was way worse to see herself unarmed.

Buggy, infatuated, takes one last look at her and, raising one hand, waves his fingers in the air with a huge smile on his face as he says goodbye to her.

"See you later, love."

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“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [1/…]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

“So, I don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memories,”

— Mitski, "Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart"

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

Part 2 | 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” circumstances.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Canon Typical Violence, Slight Canon Divergence, Buggy is an asshole, The reader used to go by "Cross-Hairs" in the past.

A/N: I’m basing this primarily on the LA! version of “One Piece”, as I’ve just recently begun to watch the Anime.

Luffy, for his unyielding devotion towards his dreams of becoming the King of Pirates, evidently lacks the sense of foresight required of a pirate to successfully navigate the seven seas. Then again, it's nothing new.

You’ve always known. The kid's been a hazard to society even in his youth; no filter between his brain and his mouth despite the ungodly amount of food he pushes between his jaws. You used to watch him make his proclamations in front of Shanks' merry band with little more than vaguely piqued interest, indifferent to the youthful albeit naive optimism he exhibited.

Shanks, meanwhile, always used to find his demeanor endearing - “He’s a good kid. Let him dream,”

And so you let him. You watched him dream for the next ten years, making sure that his dreams didn't catch the wrong kind of attention until he was old enough to hold his own weight.

However, back then, Luffy's actions seldom warranted any real consequences. Save for the incident with the Bandit and the Sea King, he's rarely been in any real danger prior to his debut as a pirate.

An unruly child spouting declarations of desiring to become the next “King of Pirates” hardly would’ve caused more of a ripple effect than to make other people shake their heads and laugh. And if it did, you were there to make sure it didn’t.

Now, not only has his actions earned you the ire of the Marines by stealing the Map of the Grand Line, but it has also garnered the attention of other opponents. Far more dangerous ones than the likes of Alvida or even that Axe-Hand Moron.

It was only a matter of time.

So when you find yourself waking up in a wooden cage with the rest of your reluctant crew mates, accompanied by a head-throbbing headache at that, your first instinct is to heave an exasperated sigh.

"Goddamn it."

"Oh, you're up." It's Luffy. He looks unharmed, albeit disoriented, not too unlike yourself. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I just snorted a bottle of rum through my nostrils." You get up into a crouching position, eying your surroundings, which doesn't leave much up for inspection considering your cage consists of broad wide planks. "What the fuck happened?"

The last thing you recall before being knocked out was a Jolly Roger in the distance, too far away for you to make out properly. So, not Marines, but pirates.

You can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing.

"Think we wouldn't have told you if we knew?" The swordsman - Zoro - replies with a deadpan look of boredom on his face as he attempts to peek through the cracks in your confinement. You have half a mind to tell him where to shove it but opt for a more quiet approach.

It's during moments like these when you realize you actually miss that scrawny pink-haired kid with the glasses - Koby. He never spoke to you like this. Granted, he was probably intimidated by the way you were always hovering behind Luffy like a silent guardian, but he didn't provide unnecessary comments like Bounty Hunter over there does.

Small blessings and all that. Very small.

You provide a solid kick to the plank on Zoro's right side without warning, catching him off-guard and earning you a short-lived glare. The planks loosen considerably, probably not meant to contain you for long.

Meanwhile, you listen half-heartedly to Luffy and Nami as they discuss the potential identities of your captors.

"They're not marines," Luffy assures her. "Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We've been captured by pirates."

You glance at him from over your shoulder. "What'd it look like?"

"I don't know, it looked ... like ..." he pauses in thought. "A skull with crossbones, and a red ... dot? It almost looked like a nose, if bones could have noses, but they don't."

The blood in your veins freezes up, as does the rest of your body until their voices blur into nothing.

You've been keeping occasional track of him in the years that's passed since you parted ways, and when he amounted to a considerable bounty on his head, his signature Jolly Roger was hard not to miss on his wanted posters.

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"I didn't know there were so many pirates."

You tilt your head at the wall decorated with various wanted posters of different pirates, some more torn and discoloured than others, some more dead than others. You can't find your own amongst them in Shells Town, but then again, it has been some time since last you were on the Marines' radar. More likely than not, your poster is hidden somewhere underneath the several layers of—

"Hey, there's yours!" Luffy damn-near exclaims in wonder and points at— Oh yeah, there it is, right above Foxy's poster, a little yellow around the edges but still holding strong.

WANTED Dead or Alive "Cross-Hairs" 25,000,000

"Oh, wow, a 25-million bounty. That's a lot of berries."

The image is well over a decade old, taken back in your early twenties, and you were much more easy to identify back then. You were sharper in some angles, softer in others, compared to the present.

You look different now. Less robust, a little older, but no less dangerous in the grand scheme of things. Your sharp eyes remain the same, a trait Gol D. used to remark upon with a mischievous glimmer in his own eyes.

"You have eyes sharp enough to cut through steele," he'd say and ruffle your hair. A sense of loss perforating your being at the memory.

Despite being in your thirties, age tends to alter the appearance of most people, and you consider that a pretty good advantage right about now as you're standing surrounded by an army of Marine officers. Given the fact that you've spent the last couple of years away from the sea without a trace or clue, the World Government probably assumes you've died or gone into hiding.

Be that as it may, they didn't even bother to decrease the bounty since last time. How odd.

While Luffy spends a few moments admiring your old picture like a child that just learned their relative is some kind of famous celebrity, Koby is less than enthralled by this revelation.

"T-That's one of the highest bounties in the East-Blue." He is hesitant to look up at you. "What did ... What did you do to earn it?"

"A little here, a little there. Kicked a few asses, stole a bit of treasure along the way. Nothing too bad." You admit with a half-assed shrug as you continue to inspect the various posters.

For the boy's peace of mind, you won't go into the less ... child-friendly details regarding your reputation. About the way you used to fight to the blood with most of your opponents, Marines and pirates in equal measure. How you'd stand victorious atop a pile of broken limbs and pleading sounds from the defeated crowd.

"Yeah, yeah ..." Koby agrees with a feeble nod. "There are way worse pirates on the Grand Line."

Your gaze happens upon a particular wanted poster, and your demeanor stiffens. Not enough to notice from an ordinary point of view, but it does nonetheless.

His sharp cerulean eyes and bright red nose seem to mock you from his picture, and a heavy feeling settles in your heart. A feeling of hurt and betrayal you've long since thought abandoned in the corners of your heart. Not even the loss of your old captain could hope to compare to it

You snap back to Luffy, your voice a little strained as you speak though you desperately try to cover it up. "Are we done here, Luffy?"

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It's your fucking luck it had to be him of all people to come after Luffy first.

Why him?

Fuuuuuu—

"We don't need to fight." Luffy's voice snaps you back to the present. "I can talk to them, pirate to pirate."

"Not with this one," you whisper more to yourself than anyone else. The only one who seems to catch onto this is Zoro, but the moment he opens his mouth to ask, Nami beats him to it.

A discussion regarding the duality of piracy quickly causes you to lose all interest in the following sequence.

You don't trust either the thief or the bounty hunter as far as you can throw them, and the feeling is mutual in both parts. Sure, they proved useful in getting rid of the Axe-Hand, and have had thus far been tolerable enough for you not to throw them overboard.

Still, Zoro recognized you on the spot where the Marines failed to, and though Nami doesn't, your status as a pirate is enough reason for her to distrust you.

As mentioned, you don't trust them, but Luffy does, and his lead is the only one you'll follow. This is his voyage, and you’re not here to keep him from making mistakes unless you consider them particularly vital. If this bites him in the end, then you'll be there to keep him afloat.

After all, you made a promise to your old red-haired friend.

"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream."

With no patience left to wait to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible, you prepare to kick through the planks. Just then, the top piece of your confinements unfold, and what you're greeted with is the pinpoint definiton of a fever dream on acid.

Tightrope walkers swinging in the air, acrobatics performing acts of impressive feats, someone fire-breathing, and-- was that a guy juggling on a unicycle passing you just now?

A circus troupe. You've been captured by a fucking circus troupe.

"Oh, what the actual fuck?" Is all you can manage to mutter, a sentiment Zoro surprisingly agrees with if the nod he adds serves as any indication.

The troupe has an audience, you come to observe in the distance. They're clapping and cheering on cue with the sign being held in the air, yet they look ... wrong. Forced. Puppets with strings embedded in their limbs, so to speak.

You narrow your eyes in distaste at the view. The hell has he been up to as of late?

In the midst of the enforced round of applause, a voice gradually makes itself more and more prominent through the masses. Deeper and huskier since last you heard it, but yet painfully known to your ears.

"No, no, no, NO! Stop clapping!"

And then he appears. The ringleader himself, exasperated as he throws his arms out to each side and effectively silencing the crowd.

"No, stop! This is all wrong!"

You momentarily forget to breathe as you watch him come into view from behind the audience. He's taller than the last you saw him, that's for damn certain. Must've hit a second growth spurt in your absence because, while you were relatively on equal foot in your youth, he now seems to have grown a head or so taller than yourself.

And like yourself, he's changed, and not inherently for the better. It's a relative statement considering that the life of a pirate is oftentimes a hard one, but it's a fact nonetheless. The years have not been any kinder to him than they've been for yourself. He still has the same hair, the same general appearance, but he's changed.

Out of the three of you, Shanks seems to have had it the easiest in recent years, appearance-wise. He never lost his smile or affinity for the brighter things in life, even when he had his damn arm chewed off.

Meanwhile, you lost your dreams, and he seems to have lost everything you recognized about him in your youth. His smile, his laughter, and even his stance had been replaced by some replica that fails to hold a candle to the original one.

This is a show master, not your friend. Then again, you haven't been friends for a long time now.

Still, changed as he may be from an outward point of view, Buggy's eyes have not. They're clear like the seas, just as they were long ago. (And his nose, of course. How could you forget?).

You can't tell if that's a relief yet.

You're not a fearful person by nature, having lost the distinct ability years ago. Now, however, you feel the tremors vibrating through your ribcage at the sight of him. That's why you decide to turn your face slightly to the side for now, hoping to prolong the inevitable.

Fortunately, your presence evades Buggy's notice for just a while longer as he berates his crew. "The spotlight was late! You completely missed my entrance!"

The sound of said spotlight changing its focus can be heard.

"And where, oh where, was the dancing lion?"

Good! While he's occupied, maybe you can find the right moment to grab Luffy and get the hell--

"Hey! I know you! I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town!"

... You want to dig a hole in the sand and bury yourself right about now.

"You're the clown guy! Uhm ... Binky, right?"

Buggy, you scream inside as you suppress the urge to yank Luffy by the shoulders and shake him until all of his limbs drop down on the ground. Fuck Shanks and fuck the promise. He's Buggy the fucking Clown, and you did not have to go out of your way to pinpoint that fact!

In your internal state of dismay, you settle with trying to locate potential escape routes. Maybe a hole in the walls of the tent, or an absent-minded guard by the entrance. You're stronger than most, with years of experience behind you, but you're not capable of fighting your way through a crowd with three tagalongs so seamlessly.

"Buggy," the man of the hour states as he approaches, still having failed to notice you. "Buggy the Clown."

No one says anything, which he takes as a sign to continue on with - what you personally regard - as a moronic long line of titles.

"Buggy, the Flashy Fool." Still nothing. He raises his arms, like a lost puppy begging for scraps of recognition. "Buggy, the Genius Jester."

Seriously, what's with him and all the names? He’s always been … overdramatic, but this cuts the cake even for him.

"Wow," Luffy seems genuinely impressed, a stark contrast to his companions, who would rather be anywhere than here. "You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are."

A range of gasps echo from the unwilling audience, and you finally snap your head to the front in alarm. Fuck, he couldn't have used a better word than that. Granted, Luffy didn't mean it in that context, or even that word, but it doesn't matter.

Another thing that hasn't changed about Buggy... And that very same thing might as well be what snaps him out of his theatric act.

You thought Buggy finally would've noticed you by now, seeing it as you're finally willing to face him, but his eyes remain eerily glued to the kid.

"What did you just say?" Buggy asks, calmly.

Way too calmly for your liking.

Oh, no.

Luffy blinks in confusion. "Just that everyone knows who you are?"

You notice the clown lunging before Luffy does.

In the span of a second, you plant yourself between them, the only barrier between him and the clown's rage. You don't move an inch even as Buggy closes in with his gloved hand outstretched towards the boy, having not yet registered your sudden appearance until his fingers are inches from your face.

Your eyes finally lock, the blue in his eyes more prominent now than ever. Almost two decades since the last time you saw each other, and Buggy ceases his attempted assault as though time itself freezes.

At first, there is nothing in his eyes but surprise. Anger. Maybe even a trace of admiration towards the one who dared stand against him. Hot and burning beneath his irises, like glowing embers left behind in a dying pyre.

Finally, there is recognition, and the fire reignites warmer and scorching more than ever before.

He doesn't say anything at first, and neither do you, but the glare in your eyes conveys the message loudly enough that even the performers and troupe members alike know not to interfere.

"Leave him be."

You think of what to say, what you can say, after years of being silent. A simple “Hi” will not suffice, and considering the way of which you parted, there is little room for confessions.

Then, Buggy begins to laugh.

It starts out as a whisper of a chuckle, then gradually develops until he's full-out holding his stomach in wheezes, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and smudging his make-up.

He points his arm up as he tries to contain himself, and the guy holding the APPLAUSE-sign picks up on the subliminal message. Everyone in the place begins to laugh, both the captives and the captors, so loudly this time that it makes you feel small in a way you haven’t felt since you were a child.

You glance cautiously around yourself, sharing brief looks with your companions before the noises abruptly stop, having most likely been forced to do so.

When you look back at Buggy again, he's smiling wider than ever, but his eyes hold no genuine humor. No, there's an unidentifiable emotion swirling in the depths of his blue eyes that you fail to decipher before he speaks.

"Well, well, well! Isn't this an unexpected surprise?" He raises his arm to gesture to you, as if you're an exotic exhibition behind a display case for everyone to behold. The spotlight is now aimed at you, momentarily blinding your vision.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honor to present to you, the one and only, the myth, the legendary 'Cross-Hairs'! The Beast of the East!"

Applause rings again in the air as Buggy continues.

"She was famous throughout all of East Blue for her many endeavors, with a bounty greater than even yours flashy truly." Admitting that fact looks like it physically hurt him, but he prevails. "And then, almost ten years ago, after her biggest heist yet, she just POOFS!" He snaps his fingers and lets them slowly decline for dramatic effect. "Vanishes out of the blue. Leaving the seas for an unforeseen amount of time."

It would seem like you were keeping track of each other all along.

The next words Buggy utters are so hushed that only you hear them, and his smile is gone.

"Then again, you do have a track-record of leaving things behind, haven’t you?"

Oh, the fucking nerve of this guy. You take a step forward, clenching and unclenching you jaw so much your teeth feel on the bring of cracking. How dare he? How fucking dare he?

You’re about to shout back at him, argue, throwing every caution to the wind just to correct him and scream:

("You're the one who left me, remember?")

Before you can, something taps your right shoulder. Thinking it's Luffy, you turn around, and the last thing you recall before it all fades to black is an air of red dust clouding your vision.

[muffymello]

Handsy

(Buggy the Clown x f!Reader)

A small-town shopkeep makes the biggest mistake of her life by capturing a weird-ass spider.

1.8k Words

Working in such a tiny shop had plenty of issues. Cramped spaces, not enough room for stock, no escape from whiny customers…

But, there were also upsides. Mainly that cleaning was easy, but today being able to spot a huge spider on one shelf with ease made it a lot easier to pick up an old shoebox to capture it in. You didn’t get a good look before snagging it, just shutting the box tight and sitting on it immediately. It was a good thing too, from the way it slammed against the box aggressively it would have had a chance of escaping if you hadn’t done so.

A few layers of tape and air holes in the box made your life a lot easier, customers and coworkers alike praising you for your bravery. You didn’t love bugs, but didn’t harbor the strong fears of many others towards the creepy crawlies common to your town. The coworker who had spotted it initially and screeched for your help was especially grateful, wishing you thanks and avoiding the box as you put it behind the register.

This wasn’t the only big event of the day, as you were in for a surprise when a tall, broad man in a colorful costume burst into the store. He seemed slightly frantic, one arm hidden beneath his cape as he waved the other wildly. He was eye-catching not only because of his height and loudness, but the clown makeup and neon blue hair he had. The pirate hat on his head alerted you to the possible danger of this man, and you gripped the dagger next to the register tightly just in case as you ushered your coworker into the back room.

“Excuse me there, doll,” The strange intruder sneered, making you wince a bit at the nickname. His smile was his best feature, you decided, but the condescending tone falling from his lips didn’t do much to help him. “Have you happened to see… any spare limbs around?” He muttered the last few words, cheeks going even redder than the makeup had set them to be.

“I- uh… not really, no?” You responded, trying to figure out if this was some weird joke. “Spare limbs… what do you really mean by that, sir?” The tone you used was respectful but awfully puzzled, having no clue what was going on. You swore you’d seen the pirate before, but you couldn’t put your finger on even such a recognizable face. He didn’t bother to answer your question, just grunting animatedly before swishing his cape and leaving. You could have sworn you saw a hand missing from his hidden arm, but it must have been a trick of light as his colorful apparel was almost painful to look at for too long.

Murmurs were shared amongst customers after he stormed out the front door, the name Buggy the Clown being tossed around continuously. As your coworker emerged, eyes wide, she looked quickly to the box now tucked neatly under the counter. You had planned to walk into the forest in the evening to set the creature free, but with the way she was looking at the box now you were worried for what she was about to say.

“Hey, um… did you happen to get a good look at the spider earlier?” She questioned, voice barely above a whisper as her face paled. You stepped towards her, ready to catch her in case she fainted. She looked awfully close to doing so, only growing paler at your next words. “Not really, just scooped it up in the box and called it a day. Why?”

“Do you- do you know who that was?” She now stuttered, panicked in every sense of the word. Her fear of spiders must’ve fully left her body in that instant as she grabbed the dagger to rip the tape from the box’s edge, lifting the lid to peer inside. She yelped before almost dropping the box, quickly clutching it to her chest to keep the lid shut as tightly as possible while yelling for you to tape it back up. This little scene didn’t catch much attention from customers, still caught up in their own conversations as the two of you freaked out behind the counter.

Once it was taped and back in its spot, you watched her sink to her knees and shiver. “What, what is it?” You demanded, now worried yourself. What did the spider have to do with the strange pirate, and why had it worked her up so much.

“You didn’t catch a spider at all… we should have been watching closer, oh god-” She babbled on, seemingly lost in her own head before snapping her head up to look you straight in the eye. “That clown has a 15 million berry bounty and is nothing to scoff at- and we just kidnapped his left hand!” She whisper-shouted, not wanting to let any customer hear what had just happened as your face paled to match hers. You realized that his missing hand earlier hadn’t been oyur eyes fooling you, he must have eaten a devil fruit and-

oh god.

“Can he still feel his hand when it’s… detached?” You asked, mortified at the nod you received in response. Neither of you had any clue what to do, but knew that talking or doing anything more while customers were still around was definitely a bad idea. His face in the stack of wanted posters delivered to the shop later that day didn’t do anything to calm either of you down, and your mind went blank trying to come up with a plan.

That’s how you got here now, the left fist of a feared pirate captain stuffed into a backpack slung over your shoulder as you tried to move as inconspicuously as possible towards the forest. Tossing the bag into the woods would leave it easy to find but remove any chance of you being found as the culprit, and heaven knows your weak-hearted coworker wouldn’t be able to do this herself. You used the shadows and dark to your advantage, trying to ignore the loud, annoying tapping of the hand on the box it was trapped in. 

The last few hours had been just tapping, no doubt the pirate trying to track the hand down easier. You sat in an alleyway to gather yourself for a second, catching your breath and preparing to run the final stretch to the woods. As you moved to sit down, the bag fell off of your shoulder and slammed hard into the brick wall. The tapping stopped, and you felt a huge pang of guilt, more than you could really justify for a pirate of his status.

Your heart won out over your mind as you unwrapped the hand’s makeshift box cage, inspecting it for injury. After a few gentle brushes of your hand, you were surprised as the detached appendage began to hold your hand back. There wasn’t any permanent damage, but you patted it gently as an awkward apology for the rough treatment. You decided to just hold the hand for now, wrestling it back into the box when you were so close to the forest would be useless. You sat there for multiple minutes, patting the hand absentmindedly as your heart began to race just a little less, when you finally came up with a bit better of a plan. 

Sitting in the forest alone was dangerous for a lonely hand, and you were going to return it to the pirate yourself. He should be grateful, maybe even give you a reward, and he would have no way of proving you didn’t find the hand now and choose to return it immediately.

The ship was anything but subtle, docked not in the main harbor but off to the side with flashy lights and colors. You shoved your hand into your pocket along with Buggy’s, trying to communicate to him with two quick squeezes even if you didn’t really know what it is you were trying to say. You marveled at the ship before you, the circus tent mounted on the top was unlike anything you’d ever seen before in this small town. It was extremely out of the ordinary for you to encounter pirates or even explore at night at all.

It made the majesty of the ship all the more striking, having to force your shaky legs to keep moving as your nerves increased. Your head yelled to turn back as your heart only thought of the warm, gentle caress of the hand holding yours in your pocket. It never gripped painfully, but it was a tight, almost pleading grip. You could feel a slight shake in the hand, your heart ruling that you’d make sure it found it’s way back to its owner without any issue.

Immediately upon boarding the ship you were halted, oddball pirates inspecting you for any signs of danger before threatening you, asking what your business on board their ship was. “I just want to speak to your captain, please.” You said, as calmly as you could muster. The whole ship seemed like a party as of right now, even the pirates surrounding you seemed tipsy and unserious. One led you into the circus tent, where the partying intensified even more. Loud music, booze, acrobatics, showmanship, and a grand throne in the center of it all.

As you tried not to marvel at everything going around on this insane ship, you zeroed in on the throne. Perched on it lazily, one leg thrown carelessly over the arm was the captain himself, Buggy. He looked out of place despite his costume choices, his face mopey and dull. You squeezed his hand in your pocket again without thinking, surprised as you watched his mouth curve into a small smile before he squeezed back. Still, he looked depressed as he displayed his left arm, handless, perched upon his knee with the empty stub of a wrist actively visible.

You hadn’t realized you stopped to stare until one of the circus pirates guiding you gave you a light shove, causing you to stumble your way through the theatrics until you were right in front of the throne. Buggy barely spared you a glance before looking back out to his crew, watching all their performances intently but without a hint of amusement with any of it on his face. When you finally spoke, his eyes returned to you and stayed there, intimidating but not scary.

“Um, sir- captain? Buggy, I mean. I found your, I mean- I saw it and-” You gave up on your stuttering, opting to pull your hand and his out of your pocket to show instead of tell. You gave it one last squeeze as his face lit up with a huge grin, and you couldn’t help the yell that escaped from you as his hand returned to his body, bringing you along with it.

You were now in the lap of a high-bounty pirate aboard his ship as he didn’t seem to want to let go of your hand, too close for comfort as he grinned and chuckled at your startled expression.“Well, well, well, doll. Holding my hand, and I don’t even know your name.”

[ageingfangirl2]

You Drive Me Crazy! Buggy (OPLA)

You might be able to fight, but you have a knack for injuring yourself on stupid things around the ship much to the frustration of your captain who's had enough and decides to take you up on your offer...even if you were joking. Buggy x Reader Fluff

BUGGY

There had to be something wrong in y/n's head. They were the most skilled on the ship next to me and cut down many people without so much as getting a cut or scrape. However, interacting with everyday objects was a challenge for them because they kept hurting themselves. At first, it was endearing, thinking they would do anything to get my attention, but years had passed and it was no longer endearing but annoying.

As the captain, I had a responsibility to the crew, but some days I considered pushing y/n overboard and watching them either sink or swim.

'Where's y/n, I haven't seen them all day?' I ask Cabaji as we walk across the deck.

He shrugs his shoulders, 'Err the kitchen I think captain. The cook is ill and y/n promised to help out.'

My eyes widen at the thought of y/n alone in the kitchen with enough things to injure themselves, 'I'll check on them, they shouldn't be left unsupervised.'

Cabaji laughs, 'at least it's not dull with y/n around.'

I glare at him before stomping across the deck towards the kitchen which is below us, '...yeah fun for everyone but me,' I grumble.

When I entered the kitchen y/n was sat on a barrel peeling vegetables and humming to themselves. I approached cautiously since they looked okay, maybe I did need to stop overreacting.

y/n locks eyes with me and smiles, before waving with bandages on their fingers, 'Hey captain, what brings you down here?'

My eye twitches, they didn't have bandages on this morning, and the cuts must be fresh because blood seeped through the fabric, 'I can't leave you alone for a second without you hurting yourself, can I?'

I close the space between us and take their hand in mine which makes them flinch, 'I mean, I'm fine so it's okay--'

'No, it's not okay. Not when I feel like I'm going to go crazy thinking you've hurt yourself. You're more than just another crew member and I need you in tip-top shape y/n,' I growl, cutting them off, and keeping their hand firmly in mine.

y/n's eyes widen, 'since when did you care about me like that captain?'

y/n might be loyal and a good fighter but sometimes they could be a little slow. I inhale sharply and bring their bandaged fingers up to my lips and kiss them one by one, 'since forever you idiot.'

A faint blush creeps onto y/n's cheeks but they quickly compose themselves and smirk, 'What are you going to do about it, captain? Going to keep me locked in a cage and never out of your sight?'

'That's a brilliant idea y/n,' I mutter, feeling a smile stretch from ear to ear, 'I should have done something like this earlier.'

y/n goes to jump off the barrel but I catch them and throw them over my shoulder with ease, and walk out of the kitchen grinning to myself as y/n struggles against me. I ignore y/n's protests as I carry them towards my quarters, sending one of my hands ahead to get a cage ready. Normal people would find it odd to have so many human-size cages, but pirates liked to kidnap so it was always handy to have some around.

'We'll make it super comfortable y/n and safe so your pretty head can't injure yourselves,' I say, kind of giddy at the thought of having y/n locked in a cage and at my mercy.

y/n continues to kick and protest, 'It was a joke captain...please put me down...I'll be good...' y/n pleads.

Entering my quarters I cackle seeing the cage, 'Here we go y/n, welcome to your new home.'

I throw y/n in the cage and lock the door before they can actually comprehend I followed through, and wave the key at them while they glare and shoot me a rather colourful hand gesture. I tap the top of the cage, I'd start by padding the sides, this was going to be a fun time.

EXTRA

Y/N

Two weeks had passed since Buggy put you in the cage for your own good, only letting you out a couple of times a week to walk around and bathe under his strict supervision. He'd kept his word about making you comfy giving you whatever you needed, knowing full well that when he eventually freed you you were going to find a way to kill the smug clown.

[rorywritesjunk]

Master Post

Hullo! I am Rory. I write about Buggy from One Piece and One Piece Live Action. I decided to cobble a list of things. Unless otherwise specified, the fics can be read as either Anime Buggy or Live Action Buggy. Also I really like using song lyrics as titles so that's a thing. (Also my main account is @thehohwitch) *I take requests, but I won't write about s-xual assault, *ncest, cheating, or age big age gaps (at least within a five year difference) things like that. I primarily write F reader with Buggy but I'm happy to write male as well, as well as nonbinary and trans. My turn around for requests is at max ten days (unless something comes up). I get them written in the order received. Works are under the cut! (Updated 2/2/24)

For Chapter Fics, please go here! *Fics in that link feature my OCs Sunny, Cupcake, and Birdie, as well as anything that is several chapters.

For one-shots, look below the cut!

Buggy is the Ultimate Girl Dad Headcanons Headcanons pt 1 Headcanons pt 2 (More indepth) Headcanons pt 3 (More!) Lil Buggy's Big Adventure (One-shot) One Shots "Pampering Buggy" PG-13 A fic of you pampering Buggy after he has a frustrating day.

"I won’t treat you like you’re oh so typical" Soft R Buggy wakes you up to help him with his makeup and he sometimes get grabby.

"All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me" Soft R, sequel to "...oh so typical" It was Buggy’s turn to do your makeup.

"I will never ask you for anything, Except to dream sweet of me" PG-ish Look, everyone has some kind of secret. You just didn’t want Buggy to find this one out. "We’ll cry later or cry now, but baby, Heartbreak feels so good" PG-13ish Buggy messes up, there’s a fight, and he realizes how much you mean to him.

"So let’s set out to sea, love, ‘cause you are my medicine" PG-13ish Buggy has another frustrating day so you cook him some comfort food.

"I have seen no other Who compares with you" PG-13. Buggy decides you need your own ‘look’.

"best be prepared to get all that you bargained for" PG to PG-13. Buggy isn’t used to the gentle touch you give him since you joined his crew three months ago.

"there’ll be space for you always in my harmony" PG. Buggy finds out you have a hidden talent. "Home is wherever I’m with you" PG-13ish. You wanted to keep your relationship a secret but Buggy just wants you to join his crew.

"And all of my wildest dreams They just end up with you and me" PG. Richie is a pretty boy, yes he is, but so is Buggy. "I know it’s just a number but you’re the eighth wonder" R-ish. Buggy loves that you have a pair of glasses for every day of the week. "breathe the freezing crystal air, watch my baby crack a smile" G-PGish. You and Buggy agreed on exchanging just one gift for the Winter Solstice, but he’s a pirate and doesn’t follow the rules.

"Suppose I never ever let you Kiss me so sweet" PG-13ish Your healing powers are limited to one person a day but that doesn’t keep Buggy from demanding you heal him. "Dancing kisses on my cheek, it’s the wonders that I seek" PG-13 Buggy just wanted your birthday to go smoothly.

"So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear" PG-13ish It’s the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy’s life for the worst.

"Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen" PG-13 You decide to ask Buggy an important question but he has major doubts. "Close my eyes for a while Force from the world a patient smile" PG Buggy says something he regrets to his older sister.

NSFW One Shots

"I’m aiming for full control of this love" NC-17. Buggy has a fantasy that you decide to try involving Mihawk and Sir Crocodile.

"Like lighting when I’m swimming in the sea" R. Buggy never made time for sex until he met you well into his 30’s.

"You’re the only thing I wanna touch" NC-17. Buggy only comes up for air every so often and it’s a beautiful sight.

"You’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when" NC-17. Buggy’s been a bit of a brat today and you’ve had enough. "The stroke of your fingers The scent of your lingers" NC-17. You meet Alvida and get a bit of a crush, and Buggy is a rather supportive boyfriend with that.

[onyxopossum]

Part 1 Buggy the Clown x Reader : A Hostage Situation

Part 1 of Buggy the Clown x reader where the reader gets taken hostage.

NOTE: Link to Part 2! Link to Part 3.1/ 3.2 Listed on Part 2 Description.

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All you remember is red smoke and the silhouette of floating hands before everything went dark. 

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It was a quiet day; blue skies, birds flying overhead and a slight breeze in the air. You had some errands to run in town and decided to take your time by enjoying the nice weather. As you sat under a tree, lazily snacking on fruit you purchased earlier, you decided to look up at the sun shining through the branches. To your surprise, a rather large flock of birds flew loudly away from the sea. Almost immediately after, there was a loud explosion, followed by the ground shaking underneath you. You quickly steadied yourself as the townspeople around you began to panic and run in different directions.

“We’re under attack!”

“Pirates!”

“It must be pirates, everyone hide! Get your weapons!”

You were carrying your knife with you, since you never left home without it, but this was the first time pirates invaded your town. You tried your best to gather your groceries but just as you were about to turn on your heels and make a run for your home, a large cannonball made impact with a nearby home, destroying multiple in a row. The blast knocked you off your feet once more and onto the ground. As the debris fell around you, you found yourself scrabbling to get up, desperately trying to get away from the town center. It felt like you ran in slow motion as cannonball after cannonball made impact. Having to stop and go, dodging and running, you quickly stopped when the usual path to your home was blocked by burning rubble. You cursed under your breath and turned around just in time to see a red smoke rising from the destruction; one by one the other civilians fell to the ground. 

Stuck between the choice to climb the burning rubble or run through an unknown red smoke, the sound of the pirates screaming and cheering growing closer made the decision for you. You covered your face with your shirt, took a deep breath and held it before running into the red smoke looking for another path. The pirates were fast approaching, your lungs were on fire, eyes burning from the smoke, fire and dust. You noticed one of the shops still standing and ran inside before you could not hold your breath any longer and gasped. You coughed and gagged as you tried to refill your lungs with air, then slumped down onto the ground, hoping the building was still sturdy enough to be hiding inside of. After a moment, you managed to get your breathing under control and crawled under what appeared to be a desk. You kept quiet as the pirates grew closer.

You clutched your knife close to you as the pirates made their way through the town. Your heart was pounding so hard and loud that you thought they would surely hear you. Fortunately you could make out what a few pirates were saying.

“Look for survivors and anyone else still conscious. I’ll look for their treasure.” the one pirate had a smile in their voice while the other seemed annoyed.

“Why do you get to look for the treasure and I get all the manual labor?” the annoyed sounding pirate asked.

“Would you rather be setting up the main stage? We got the easy gig.”

The pirates voices trailed off as other sounds were heard; cheering, guns firing, captured civilians screaming, pleading, and crying. Suddenly there was a much louder voice above everything.

“What is taking you freaks so long?! We have an audience to seat- and a show to rehearse!” the louder voice sounded impatient.

You could only assume the voice belonged to the captain of the pirate crew. You tried to peek around the desk to see; you got a glimpse of what looked like a man with blue hair, wearing an orange coat and pirate hat, and a large red nose. Unfortunately the shift of your weight on the desk caused a creak so loud it could have woken the dead. You immediately ducked back down out of sight. You had no idea if they saw you; all you could do was hold your breath and shut your eyes tightly.

The loud voice, who did indeed belong to the captain, stopped momentarily before looking towards the shop where you were hiding. He narrowed his eyes before turning his attention back towards his crew. 

“Alright men, gather everyone up and bring them to the big top,” the pirate captain chuckled to himself, “anyone who resists, make an example out of them.”

The pirates cheered before the captain let out a laugh that sent chills down your spine. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

You remained still and quiet for what felt like a lifetime before the only noise you heard was the pirates in the far distance and… was that circus music? Slowly you crawled out from under the desk and stretched. Everything felt stiff and hurt, especially since the adrenaline wore off and your body had time to calm down from its fight or flight response. As you exited the shop, the sunlight blinded you momentarily. After your eyes adjusted, your heart sank at the state of the town, or rather, what was left of it. You wanted to scream, to cry, but now was not the time. You took not even two steps before the same chilling laugh from earlier filled your ears as you froze in place. You trembled, quickly looking back and forth but not seeing anyone.

“Hey, up here idiot.” the pirate captain called out.

You whipped yourself around and looked up only to be greeted by a floating hand holding some sort of ball. Before you could react, the ball released the same red smoke from earlier and you felt yourself grow heavy. Your vision blurred as you felt yourself falling, unable to move and the world around you going dark.

The pirate captain’s voice seemed to echo in your head, “That’s it,”

The captain floated his way down from the shop while his detached, floating hands picked up your unconscious body off the ground. Being dragged slightly, the two of you made your way towards the sounds of the other pirates and circus music.

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Hihi!! For buggy would you right hcs for if he ever gets embarrassed in front of the reader?:)

of course!! and thank you so much for the request my love 🥰

(so sorry it took so long to post!! 🖤)

I feel like this isn’t something that would happen often

He’s the kind of guy who will take embarrassment on the chin, make a joke of himself as long as it helps him in the long run

It’s pretty difficult to make a clown look foolish

Though there have been times where he feels like he may or may not be a little embarrassed around you

Mainly due to his own fuck ups

Once or twice he’s realized he accidentally forgotten to finish his makeup before leaving his quarters for the day from being too distracted by you changing

He actually looks kind of cute when his eyes and lips aren’t blended out to their normal points

He’s absolutely fumbled his words just from talking to you

He’ll approach you with the utmost confidence, head held high and a smirk on his lips, but as soon as he sees your smile when you look up to him his legs turn to jelly and he forgets every thought that was in his head

His usual way to fix this problem is to redo the whole scenario all over again, walking back to his original place and approaching you again just to see if he could really get through his full script

And of course nothing embarrasses him more than having you watch him get bested by any other pirate captain and their crew

Though when that happens it’s a different kind of embarrassment

He wants to show everyone how great he is, and when he can’t do that he feels like he’s failed

You’ll usually find him sitting on the edge of his bed in his captains quarters, staring at the floor, his hat thrown across the room

He never wants you to see him like that, but you and him both know that you’re the only person that can help him feel better

You’ll wander over and sit quietly next to him, your arms around him and your head on his shoulder, leaning up every now and then to gently kiss his temple

All he needs is to know you’re still proud of him, that you still love him even though he wasn’t the winner this time

It’ll take some time before he’s back to his normal Buggy self, flaunting around the ship and barking orders and being the perfect ringmaster he knows he is

He just needs a little time to relax first

tags: @lotr-got

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[hey-august]

I'll Be Your Whatever - Chapter 1

Description: Life is full of all sorts of characters - some who come and go, and others that stay. After propelling yourself into a lie you can't (won't) take back, a certain pirate captain may have a reason to come by more often. (Chapter 2)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: SFW, some profanity. Buggy x afab!reader. No use of Y/N.

A/N: I've been so excited to write this story using one of my favorite relationship tropes. For now, I expect this to stay SFW. There might be a little angst and spice in the future, but nothing Rated R. I'll update the warnings if that ever changes.

The title comes from "your whatever" by lovelytheband.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As a port town enroute to other, more popular, destinations, there was never a lack of variety with the visiting travelers and explorers. Sailors, merchants, pirates, voyagers, and more made up the guests who patronized the town. They stopped to make repairs and keel hulls, purchase supplies, and plot courses. Most ships only stayed for a day or two. Others wanted a longer reprieve before moving on to busier, dramatic adventures. 

Despite living in a town with more assortment than the corner candy shop, it was the locals that made you grit your teeth on a daily basis. You could put up with unapologetic rudeness, aggressive flirting, unnecessary bargaining, and other sour, temporary distastes. This type of behavior was expected from visiting seafarers, but you found it less excusable from those you saw every day of your life.

So when you noticed the two locals who you found particularly unsavory, you considered hiding in the shop you just vacated. Despite years of brushing off their advances and refusing to drop a crumb of attention that’s nothing more than polite, Reeves and Bolsti were stuck on you like butter on toast. Before you could take shelter in the shop, they caught up and were thickly spreading the compliments and attention.

“Hey lovely, I thought the sun was blinding today, but it’s actually your beauty.” 

“I think there’s something wrong with my eyes…I can’t take them off of you.”

“Are you tired from running through my mind all day?

“Your hands are too beautiful to be carrying those shopping bags, why don’t you let me take care of them for you?”

Blinking away the expressionless glaze coating your eyes, you gave the men a tightlipped smile and shook your head. You explained that you still had stops to make and couldn't stay.

“You make me wanna follow my dreams,” Bolsti said with a wistful sigh. He hooked arms with you and continued, “So, where am I following you?”

A pit caught in your throat, hot and heavy. The words burning you inside weren’t worth the resulting ripple effect. Gossip and rumors move through town like fire and you wouldn’t be able to tamper the words threatening to burst out. Swallowing the impulse, you extracted your arm and stepped away. 

“I really do have to go-”

Reeves interrupted and offered to keep you company, which you swiftly declined.

“There are a lot of pirates around today and you can’t be too safe. I’m sure your dad-” The rest of Bolsti’s remark died under the hard look you sent his way.  Shuffling his feet, he continued with a mumbled, “we just want you to be safe.”

“I’ll be fine. The pirates aren’t the worst ones around here,” you said, hoping they got the message. Their rolling eyes said the message was delivered and ignored.

“Please, we’re better than those disgusting thieves. Just give me - I mean, one of us - a chance. We know you’re not seeing anyone.” Reeves stepped closer and flashed what he thought was a charismatic smile. There were poppy seeds in his teeth.

“I am seeing someone.” The words came from your mouth but you didn’t remember saying them. Shit. 

It was obvious neither of them believed you. They were arming themselves with follow-up questions that would only sink you deeper. You had to get out of this situation. You excused yourself, yet again, and moved to sidestep the duo. Bolsti reached out and you pulled your arm back, away from his grasp and into the stomach of someone behind you. Hands on your shoulder and the offending elbow prevented you from delivering another accidental blow.

“Fuck, watch what you’re doing,” said a winded voice. You felt annoyance in the words and in the hold on your body, but not danger.

Reeves eyed the hands on your body with anger and jealousy. You didn’t look uncomfortable and he wondered whether this person was actually a stranger to you.

“Is this who you’re seeing? Your…boyfriend?”

All eyes were on Reeves. Bolsti’s, in shock, because he hadn’t entertained that thought yet. Yours, because those were the kind of follow-up questions you wanted to avoid. And the new addition to the group, because he had no idea what the hell was going on. The hands fell off your body at the accusation.

You shook your head to everyone’s relief. Except yours, because Reeves couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut. A growing smirk and an inhale likely preceded a snarky comment about how you’re lying and you couldn’t stand to hear it. Whatever possessed you to say you were seeing someone reared its stupid head and spoke up again.

“We don’t use labels like that.”

Even the stranger knew you were lying and couldn’t hold in a snort. You’re a joke. This is a nightmare. What the fuck. Before anything worse could happen, the door to the shop swung open.

“Is there a problem here?” asked one of the shop owners, eyeing the group.

“No, Mr. Inslo, we’re leaving,” you said quickly, unwilling to languish any longer in the hole you dug.

You grabbed the arm of the person standing next to you and pulled them down the street, blinking back your frustration. The sounds of Reeves and Bolsti explaining the situation - spreading your lie - faded into background noise.  Once you two were a decent distance away, you stepped down a side street to release your unwilling conspirator and wipe the tears blurring your vision.

Finally, you looked at the stranger and were greeted by a face you recognized from the bounty posters. Of course. Not just a pirate, but a pirate captain. Instead of the fearsome grin from the poster, however, he currently wore a different look. The clown-y face paint and red nose probably influenced how you read his expression - he appeared irritated but also bemused.

“You’re shit at acting.” His hard tone stung. That was a fair review. You deserved it.

“Whatever, things got out of hand. Sorry for dragging you into it,” you grumbled, deeply embarrassed that your awful performance had multiple witnesses.

“And…?”

You stared at the pirate, unsure what cue you must be missing. Realizing you needed another prompt, the pirate held his stomach and feigned an injury. He leaned to the side weakly and contorted his face, letting out a groan of pain. The odd blue tassels on his hat swung with his movement. You bit back a smile at his dramatic retelling.

“Sorry for assaulting you.” The forced apology was enough to put a stop to his charade. “I guess you do know something about acting.”

“I should, I’m known as the ‘Genius Jester’ after all.”  The blank, placid smile on your face annoyed him. “I’m Captain Buggy, the Star Clown!” He held out his arms in a welcoming gesture, which did little to elevate the tightlipped grin that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Mmm, clown. That explains the…” You waved your hand in front of your face, which seemed to make Buggy even more pissed. “...face paint,” you finished with a confused mutter, which was met by a small sneer.

You didn’t understand why the pirate was getting so fired up when you already apologized and absolved him from the shitty situation you created. Feeling tears well in your eyes again, you took a shaky breath to try and calm the agitation and exasperation flooding your body.

Buggy watched as you tilted your face to the cloudless sky. Your overfilled eyes reflected the bright sunlight before you closed them and inhaled. When you opened your eyes, a few tears escaped.

“Listen, you can go. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“What were you trying to do?”

You didn’t expect the question, but reasoned with yourself that he probably wanted to know how he got involved. It didn’t take long to share the full backstory. You hoped talking about it would alleviate some of the stress. Afterwards, you still felt the oppressive weight on your shoulders, however, it was nice to have someone who knew the truth.

A soft breeze carried voices down the side street. Buggy noticed how you tensed and correctly assumed you heard the two shitheads you were trying to avoid. Panic was written across your face as your eyes darted back and forth, contemplating different scenarios. This was like a cheesy soap opera and the clown could hardly hold in his laughter at the scene. Unfortunately for Buggy, the chuckle that escaped his mouth made him a target.

Without warning, you grabbed Buggy’s coat and stumbled backwards until you met the wall. The momentum threw the pirate off his balance. He threw up his arms to stop from crashing into you or the wall, which was your plan. You were caught between his arms while he leaned towards you - to anyone passing by, this would look like an intimate moment between lovers. And that orchestrated sight is what Reeves and Bolsti saw as they slinked past.

You let go of Buggy’s jacket, letting him step away. Your face was flushed and your eyes sparkled with the momentary victory. You were surprised to see the pirate was smiling as well.

“Not mad?”

“No, that was surprisingly effective. I think they believed it.”

“It only worked because you were still here,” you sighed, resting your head against the wall. “Honestly, a small part of me wants to ask you to keep playing along.”

“Sounds like a role I don’t want.” 

You appreciated how Buggy met the energy of your half-hearted remark. It was nice to joke about your predicament.

“That’s fair. What’s in it for you… What do pirates want? Treasure? A treasure map?” you mused.

“Sure, I would do it for treasure.”

You froze. And Buggy noticed. You locked eyes, parallel thoughts running through your minds.

“Would you really? “Do you actually have treasure?” 

Another pause. The two different questions managed to answer each other.

“A map. It belonged to my dad,” you finally clarified. 

“A real treasure map?” Buggy asked in a low voice you felt compelled to answer. You nodded.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” the pirate waggled his finger, admonishing you for answering. “Telling pirates that you have a treasure map is a very bad idea.” 

Fuck. He was right. This was a bad idea. Multiple bad ideas. This was not your day. Your face scrunched in anxiety and disappointment. Another expression that garnered an amused huff from the clown. The subsequent glare you sent him didn’t diminish his amusement.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know how to keep a secret,” Buggy said with a wink. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

And with that, the pirate left. He heard an agonized groan and stomping feet fade as he walked away. He shook his head and chuckled as he imagined the frustrated tantrum you were throwing behind his back.

[onelatenight-longago]

Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

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

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

A/N: I'm going to double post this story, first in 1st person then again in 2nd person.

Chp. 1 - First Person Chp. 1 - Second Person (below)

Chapter 1 (in 2nd Person)

To explain how you met him, how you had come to love him, you’d first have to explain how you had found him. Or rather how he had found you.

You were orphaned as a child. Left to roam the streets of the worst side of Loguetown. You learned very early on how to steal berry and food and only ever took what you needed, never more. You fought for your survival every day. Though you knew living as a thief would catch up with you one day, you had just figured it would have been later rather than sooner. 

The night it had all changed was the night you had hidden away in a dock storehouse, you needed shelter from the rain and food to get through the next few days. You were still a small child then and had found yourself surrounded by heavy crates too difficult to open. You had resigned yourself to another night without food and crawled your way to the far back of the crates, determined to find a spot hidden away and safe enough to sleep in for the night. Only when you came to the perfect spot it was instead occupied by a small box with a latched lid. The box was so unassuming that you could have never believed that it held something as powerful as it did. 

Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and you dared to open the small box. You were overjoyed at finding that it contained some kind of fruit. You were too happy for a meal to stop and wonder why one fruit had been packaged just so in a well made box lined with expensive and lush fabric. The fruit itself was oddly shaped and bitter and it's skin rough and difficult to chew but you were a begger at best and beggers could not be choosers. And when you had finished your meal you curled up, still tucked away within the piled crates and slept through the night, grateful for the food and roof over your head. 

It would be another nine days before you had realized just what you had done. Nine days before you realized the cost of your seemingly 'free' meal. It would be another cold night, only you had found yourself trapped in an alleyway, cornered by a drunk and violent Marine. You were scared for your life. As a vagrant, you were accustomed to being called nasty things, but the look in that Marine’s eyes surely meant that if he had gotten his hands on you that you would have suffered far worse than just nasty words slung your way. 

You tried to run and when that did not work you tried to fight but youI had not yet learned to hold your own. Crying and screaming, crumpled into the cold brick corner you were certain that you would meet your end. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the impending hit or kick but when all that came was the solid thump of the Marine’s body down in front of you, you opened your eyes to the sight of a blood red feather boa wrapped tight around his neck, his lips turned blue, and his eyes rolled back into his head. He was dead and you were certain it was your fault, although you had not understood how. You reached out to touch the feather boa but just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. 

As years passed you learned to master the skill the Devil Fruit had given you. Learning that it was known as the Boa Boa Fruit, granting you the ability to conjure feather boas as you pleased. You began to perform for berry. First conjuring the boas and having them dance about like dragons. As your skills developed so did your body, with each year further into adulthood an inch more had grown into your hips and bosom. The berry you could make nearly doubled then when you instead danced yourself, surrounded by the boas and moving in time with them. You could leave a crowd of thirty plus entranced and ready to hand over all their berry to you.

They say the Devil Fruits are cursed, and that once consumed the sea would no longer favor you but you didn’t heed the warning. You had no plans to sail the sea, no desire to enter its waters. You were certain the curse of the Devil Fruit would not affect you. You were wrong. Karma caught up with you anyway. 

You had come to find long term employment at a particular pirate bar, finally having stable employment and someplace to call your own even if it was but a single room above the bar. One night, said bar was overturned by another Devil Fruit Eater, a pirate captain named Wasp. He could conduct electricity on will. It was then you were taken captive, learning the hard way the cost of eating a Devil Fruit. 

This was how you found yourself a slave to Captain Wasp, a sick man who used you for his own gain. He strung you along with him town to town forcing you to dance. You tried too many times to escape, to fight back, but with each attempt Wasp would electrocute you within an inch of you life.

It was in one of these escape attempts that you first saw him.

You had planned for weeks for this moment. As you danced and Wasp’s goons picked the pockets of the entranced crowd, you watched carefully for your opening. The moment in which Wasp’s men would return to him with their spoils and he’d be distracted counting, his back quietly turned away from the crowd and ultimately away from you. You would make a run for it, turning through alleyway after alleyway, moving between and through the buildings until you were certain you could successfully hide away. What you hadn’t planned for was some over-eager onlooker to grab you, pulling you back as you made a run for it. 

The pain was unbearable as the electricity crept through your body, Wasp cackling louder than you could scream. The crowd that had surrounded you quickly dissipated with panicked shouts and you were left laying in the dirt, crying out for help, your voice strangled with pain. It was then you met his eyes from across the roadway as he sat outside some bar, watching on with a blank expression. You mouthed ‘help me’, praying to any entity that he would listen, that he’d answer your plea. 

The next thing you noticed was the red smoke crawling across town, Wasp was distracted and you quickly pulled yourself from the ground stumbling your way into a run. You didn’t look back,you didn’t stop, you just kept running. You didn't know how long it took but you had finally found a shop to hide in, its original occupants now missing. Your breath was becoming labored and you felt so close to fainting. 

“Hello little Dove.” A cutting and rough voice called out to you, there was someone else in the shop with you after all. “You called and I came” The voice continued but you had begun to lose consciousness, the last you heard was his laugh ringing out around you.

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (3)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, two, four, five

Word Count: around 2K again.

Warnings: minimum context of the arlong park part of the story (background), MUTUAL FLIRTING, forbiden pinning of them both, Buggy has his body back *wiggling eyebrows*, sexy times

A/N: devil works hard but i'm working harder, every 5 free min i have from work/class/practices i'm writing on my phone, i'ts actually insane and i love it (ROAD TO CHAPTER 4?? If you like this one and want the next one, please let me know!)

Oh, he was mad. He was really mad.

Maybe "sexually frustrated" was a way more accurate term given the circumstances but the feeling was so strong, so visceral, he was sure he was reaching a point where jumping to the sea to end that agony -even if a bit exaggerated, like him always, everywhere and for everything- was justified.

Somewhere in Arlong Park, Buggy could feel the boner pressing his pants, demanding to be satisfied; dirty talk was one of his true passions and when (Y/N) played that card on him, being capable of picturing himself with her on his lap, that damn woman so -actually- close to his face in that moment he was already tasting her lips, her low, smooth voice driving him insane, he could not help it, but get turned on so easily and so strong is been hours, and he's still mad, incapable of stop thinking about that.

That is, perhaps, the reason he feels relief as soon as the sun rises and Usopp is back on the helm again, asking for directions as Buggy, in fact, demands to go faster. Like instead of slicing and dicing his body, his power could control the wind that propelled the boat or the force of the waves against the hull.

(Y/N) ran away just after such a -even if brief- conversation. She may have broken his balls with that dirty trick, but she was equally a victim of her own game. She knew what to say to push Buggy and leave him so stunned -to speak- that the poor clown didn't have the chance to fight back at that moment, not without his body to help him keep her in that kitchen, lift her up on the counter, force her to back down, regret even thinking she could do that to him, and then, only then, yes, fuck her until she wakes up the rest of her little and - according to him - pathetic crew with her moans.

Or so the girl imagined, leaning against the door of her room, eyes closed, heart slightly racing, fighting the temptation to lie down on the bed and masturbate thinking about what had just happened.

Which included him. Him!! What the hell, was she actually losing her mind? All that damn flirting had really gotten into her, for fucks sake, because regardless of her finding him quite interesting when they met, this attraction was something else.

Lately everything around her was something else. Did she really think through the decision of leaving her mercenary life behind and follow those kids to the Grand Line? Did she really think through the decision of flirting back with a psychopath clown?

Because in the end it's just that, right? Flirting. Was nothing else, is nothing else, and will be nothing else. She doesn’t want it to be something more, that's for sure; there's no need for unnecessary complications and extra headaches. In the meantime, it's fun, a bit of a backfire kind of situation, a bit -sexually- frustrating, but fun.

After a good ol' resting night and already some hours into the new day, (Y/N) notices that it's been a lot, since their encounter in the kitchen to be precise, that Buggy not only doesn't flirt with her, but doesn't talk that much or even look at her as amazed as before. Of course, he is, also, way less annoying, which Zoro subtly points out clearly pleased with how calm, nice and silent this morning is.

At some point she shakes her head, knowing, or at least guessing, the reason for this behavior, so she decides to check no one's around and the rudder is locked in the right direction, and then goes to where the bag with his head is, closed probably by the sniper when he got the last indications he needed from him. She opens it, lowering it until the clown's head is free on top of that barrel.

"How are you doing, Bugs?" she starts with a funny little smile, looking intently at him as she leans her back forward to leave her face level with his. "It's been hours I don't hear your raspy voice, I'm starting to miss it."

Silence. Absolute indifference besides the sidelong glance he gives her because let's face it, Buggy is annoyingly proud, extremely, exaggeratedly, but he loves attention. He likes nothing more than receiving it, no matter where, when, and from who, and she could see it as soon as they met.

"Also your silly nicknames for me" She grants, giving in. She would also be mad as hell if someone leaves her as horny as she knew she left him, so she doesn't have any problem being the one to start the tug-war this time.

"Already tired of the shidiots?" He finally asks, almost drily, after a minute; now he is the one to play difficult, huh? "No wonder, they don't even know where to start being pirates."

"Oh, of course, because no one compares to the famous Buggy The Clown, the colorful nightmare or the East Blue." Playful, she retreats a bit, resting her hip in the barrel, arms crossed over her chest.

"Quit the sarcasm doll, you know I'm right." Well, he was, in fact, right. None of them had real experience in the whole i-wanna-become-a-pirate thing, still, they were doing pretty good to be newbies. She was quite proud of them.

"I cannot wait to have my body back" he then murmurs, adding before she could say anything else about her new friends. "To do what?" She asks, you know, like she didn't know.

"Take a guess"

"Recover your spotlight? Find a new crew and a way to enter the Grand Line to go search the One Piece and be the king of the pirates?" (Y/N) mocks, clearly enjoying being the annoying one this time.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah'' Buggy rolls his eyes, scoffing. ''All that, but not before making you regret what you did last night." To that accusation she gasps, resting her right hand over her chest "What did I do last night?"

The clown falls silent again, but his mood is completely different. Right now he's not pissed off, it's obvious that this time, instead of flirting with her in a casual and natural way, he’s thinking what to say, choosing carefully his words to return a fraction of the effect she had on him hours ago.

His eyes darken, and his voice goes octanes lower and raspier. "Sweetheart, there will be no possible escape from what I plan to do with you. At the slightest opportunity I will make you cum on me so many times you will be the one to find the One Piece without needing to go to the Grand Line, but first…'' He pauses, breathes, and lets it go calmly, like the intimidating, psychopathic calculator she saw at the circus and not that flirty cartoonish version she got to know on the ship. ''you will beg for it."

She knows she shouldn't surrender to this type of tease, but she also can't and doesn't want to avoid it. Getting heavily carried away, without thinking about it twice, one of the girl's hands slides to the back of his neck, slipping under the bandana, and tugs his hair aggressively as she leans in again to speak close to his face. He grunts in pure satisfaction, closing his eyes for a second. Of course (Y/N) is, once again, taking advantage of the fact that he cannot defend himself no being more than a head, and the fact is that he enjoys like a condemned bastard those small but intense gestures the girl has given him since they met at the circus.

He can't wait to break a woman like her. And oh, he will.

"Are you sure about that?" Hearing distant steps, someone from the crew coming out on deck and climbing the stairs, she gets some distance from him, acting naturally, closing the bag again around his head. "My expectations just skyrocketed, I hope you don't disappoint."

By the end of the day, the Konomi Islands begin to appear on the horizon, and as soon as they set foot on them, shits get really serious. The situation of the poor people who live there is heartbreaking, so for two days, no one dares to make a single joke, Luffy's usual energy and bubbly positivity is nowhere to be seen, and of course, the interactions of (Y/N) and Buggy are reduced to = 0. The clown's head is no longer of any real use to them, and it’s poor Sanji, the new recruit, who’s carrying it around just in case.

At least until they reach Arlong Park.

Again, (Y/N) is not exactly the type of mercenary expert in martial arts and although she knows how to defend herself, fighting like Zoro or Sanji is, in few words, impossible. Her only advantage is being very, very fast, and knowing how to use the scenery to her advantage, so it doesn't take long for her to hide here and there among the different tents and attractions in the area to get rid of the most straggler fishmen, with a knife she got long ago during one of her jobs, capable of cutting their tough skin easily.

Everything happens so fast and is so chaotic that apart from some screams and blows in the background and having seen Usopp running towards the forest, (Y/N) is completely unaware of what is happening in the main complex.

A strong pull on her left arm activates her flight or fight response as one last fish falls dead to the ground in front of her. Raising the knife, in a quick movement, she tries to defend herself by aiming at the stranger's neck, although in vain; a pair of lips whose red has already been worn for days impact against hers, stealing her breath, a small moan escaping her. Eyes wide open, she barely registers the blurry color of Buggy's nose when two strong hands squeeze her hips as if the life of the clown depended on it, pushing the girl against the wall of the building behind them, cornering her without any type of delicacy.

She hadn't heard from him since they reached the island. Hell, she didn't even know he had got his full body back and was already so close to it that air was unable to pass between each other.

Of course, the moment the clown's head joined the rest of himself -the feeling much better than he remembered- he fucked off his captors and decided to flee. Not before making a vital stop along the way.

The ideas about how to proceed with her once he was whole were very, very different in his wild fantasies, but when he saw the girl's back, he knew that the only thing that would -partially- calm his yearning would be to kiss her before disappearing as fast as possible. To taste her lips, to feel her warmth.

Still not recovered from the shock of the kiss, Y/N doesn't remove the knife from the clown's neck, but he couldn't care less; quite the opposite. He is so turned on and waited so much -again, exaggerated- for this he doesn't know yet how he will be able to break the kiss, take distance from her, and run away.

Passionately carried away, moved by his most primitive instincts, Buggy sneaks one of his legs between hers, pressing in between them as Y/N inhales through her nose and her free hand flies to his vest, pulling it a little.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, to think about fucking that asshole, but damn, after all the teasing and the tension and the adrenaline of the fight--

And just when she starts fully giving in to him, he retreats just enough, panting a bit, and looks at her now red, stained lips, eyes darkened and full of lust. Just like hers.

"Hate to leave you like this sweetheart but I have things to do and places to go. I don't want people relating me to Arlong, I would hate the bad press on my persona." He whispers, cracking his usual cruel, playful smirk when he finally puts some distance between each other.

‘’It's time to exit stage left.’’ Buggy adds, theatrically raising both hands in the air. ‘’I promise I’ll see you around.’’

And like this, he stars running away again. Where? She doesn't know, or even guess at this moment, too busy registering the kiss in her memory, the way his lips felt on hers, how his nose pressed her cheek the entire time, or his hands grabbed onto her for dear life.

Bastard.

''You better'', she whispers to herself.

[wood-white-writer]

"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [5/...]

“Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, I'll be there on their side. I'm losing by their side.”

— Mitski, "Bet On Losing Dogs"

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

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | 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. 

It's been a few weeks since the events in Orange Town, and Luffy notices something that others do not. So, he decides to ask you.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, No (fully bodied) Buggy this chapter, Luffy being the precious cinnamon we all love and must protect above all else, flashbacks about Shanks, past discussions, Luffy and Reader have a heart-to-heart.

A/N: I was initially going to write them going to the Baratie this chapter, but it became too long so next one for sho.

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You're sitting by the table in Party's bar, nursing a cold glass of rum against your cracked lips as you observe to the kid - Luffy - demonstrating his newfound Devil Fruit powers without any regard for poor Makino's furniture. 

You don't get him, at all. Then again, you don’t get kids. 

You've never thought of yourself as someone who easily got along with them ... or people in general. Shanks has always been the better-suited one for that kind of work. Whereas he is smiling and grinning at the kid’s mischief, you've barely offered him more than a glance at most.

Your crew has been positioned in Foosha village for the better part of the month, stacking up on resources and food in preparation for your next job. Incidentally, the Red-Haired Pirates also happened to be in town for similar excursions. You rarely see Shanks nowadays since you parted ways several years ago, but whenever you happen to come across one another, you share a drink on his tab.

While your crew is around and about, replenishing their strength and vigor for the work to come, you're content with just sitting here at your leisure. When you're not plundering or fighting or attacking Marine bases, you can't find it in yourself to do much of anything anymore. 

Nothing adds any purpose to your life save for what keeps you fed and clothed, which in the life of a pirate, simply means pirating.

"I've heard you had good fortune on your latest heist," Shanks says from where he's sitting opposite of you. "For your efforts, the Marines have granted you among the highest bounties in all of the East-Blue."

You hum noncommittally in response, not offering much to the conversation in terms of merriment. "The quality of the Marines has been in decline. It says more about their effort, or lack thereof, than mine."

"Do you know what they call you nowadays?"

"They call me a lot of names, you got to be more specific."

"'Cross-Hairs, the Beast of the East'. It's got a certain ring to it, don't you think?"

"Sure."

Shanks smiles the kind way he always does. Always has done.

"Gum-Gum Pistol!" 

The sound of yet another chair breaking has you rolling your eyes without even looking, and poor Makino ages ten years in seconds across the bar counter. 

"Luffy!"

"Sorry!"

Shanks laughs heartedly at the display, only to cut it short upon noticing Makino's even glare sent his way from across the bar. 

"You were careless," you state matter-of-factly and take another gulp from your drink. "You should've kept the fruit hidden more securely."

"Now, in my defense, I didn't think the lad would searching through my loot."

"Well, you should've." You slam your glass down, strong enough to leave a dent in the wooden surface. "What kind of captain leaves his loot undefended and unsupervised? Especially when it contains a Devil Fruit?"

Shanks doesn't argue with your statement and settles with taking a gulp of his own drink, letting your words simmer in his head. "You're right, I should've been more observant. Now, it'll be more difficult for him to achieve his dream."

"His dream? Of what? Becoming the King of the Pirates?" Try as you might, there's no suppressing the snort that escapes through your nose. "There's only ever been one King, and we all saw what happened to him. What do you think is going to happen to a kid who can't even swim?"

"Oh, come off it!" He gives you a playful nudge to the rib, which you reciprocate with a glare. He remains undeterred. "You mean to tell me you've never thought about finding the One Piece? Not even once?"

"I have no interest in whatever plunder Gol D. left behind." 

"Then, what does interest you?" He rests his elbow on the edge of the table and leans over to your side. "What is your dream?"

You grit your teeth under your lips, a flash of blue circulating in your head. "Dreams are for fools and children," you point your head to where Luffy is currently sitting, trying to put the chair back together with a half-empty tube of glue and little luck. 

"Come on, I know you better than that. Surely there's something in this world you want more than anything?"

"What I want is ..." You have half a mind to tell him the truth, whereas the other half wants to push the idea further down to the bottom of your chest. "Is another bottle of rum."

You raise your arm to Makino to gesture for another one, but Shanks is quick to lower it with a gentle shove of his arm. You flash him a scowl and brush off his hand, but unlike your crew or anyone else, he's not afraid.

"The point which I'm trying to make before you're completely pissed," he starts. "Is that no matter how much opposition one faces, it's that dreams are never out of reach if you have the will to reach for them."

He inclines his head over your shoulder, and you turn around to see Luffy successfully putting the chair back together. You don't know how he did it - it looked pretty busted minutes ago - but there it is, wholly intact.

And when the boy smiles, it's so vibrant and full of joy that it's almost blinding. He proudly runs over and shows the repaired chair to Makino, who proceeds to pat his head and hand him a plate of food.

"See?" Shanks grins. "Nothing is impossible."

"You can hardly consider putting a chair back together the same as achieving an impossible goal."

He shrugs. "Maybe not, but you won't know unless you try. All it takes is a little spirit."

You watch Shanks for a couple of minutes in silence, processing his mythic words, then shift your attention over to Luffy who's preoccupied with shoving an unholy amount of food into his mouth. If this is to become the future King of the Pirates one day, then it'll be an interesting future indeed.

"A little spirit, huh?" 

— — —

You're sad.

Luffy first notices it when you leave Orange Town, and it lingers throughout your voyage. 

For as long as he's known you, you've always been a person of relatively few words; never speaking unless you feel the situation requires it, and only acting when necessary. Even following the Kuro situation™, getting the Going Merry, and adding Usopp to his crew, he can tell that you're not all there anymore.

Not to be mistaken, you're not conspicuous with the way you behave. You still act like usual, talk like usual, however little, and commit yourself to your work on the ship, almost to an excessive extent. 

All in all, nothing’s changed about you. However, he’s gotten used to your face and general lack of expression most of the time, and though it doesn't seem to alter, he still catches onto the fact that you're sad. 

"Hey," he asks the group and props himself in the kitchen, legs crossed atop his seat. "Do you think she's any different?"

"Who? Your friend?" Nami asks, raising an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well, I think she's sad."

"Doesn't look any different to me," Zoro supplies while polishing his swords on the table. 

Usopp's in the middle of munching a piece of loaf, and answers with his mouth still halfway occupied. "Dunno how she usually is, but she's kinda terrifying if you ask me."

"No, she's not," Luffy dismisses lightly. 

"What's her position on the ship, anyhow? How'd you come across her?"

"She's always been with me," Luffy answers without any thought. "And she’s a good fighter.”

Zoro — to everyone’s surprise — nods his head to this in concurrence.

Their Captain claps his hands together to get the subject back on track. "But anyway, I just think she seems kind of down now."

"How can you even tell? With eyes like these, —” Usopp puts both of his index fingers at the crow’s feet of his eyes and draws them back to imitate yours. It’s borderline shameful, truth be told. “— I can’t tell for shit what she’s feeling or thinking.”

“I just can.” Luffy shrugs.

“Has she said anything?” Nami asks. “Anything to make you ask?”

“No, not really.” He heaves a sigh and props his hand under his chin, contemplating. “But she's been different since we left Orange Town.”

"If you ask me," Zoro speaks up. "You should ask her about her relationship with that fucking clown."

"Who? Boogie?"

"Buggy," Nami corrects. "Didn't you notice that at the end? They have a history, it's obvious. They know each other, and I don't know what pirate customs are like nowadays, but I doubt you'd touch the face of an enemy unless there was something going on. Has she said anything about it?"

Luffy shakes his head. “No... but then again, she never does tell me much about anything unless I ask.”

The tangerine-haired girl blinks as if the answer to this whole predicament is obvious. She quickly comes to realize that, to Luffy, it’s not.

“So…” she prompts slowly.

“So…?”

She rolls her eyes at his inability to catch her drift. “Go ask her.”

It’s like the thought never even crossed Luffy’s mind in the first place because truth be told, it hasn’t. He lights up like a candlestick on the spot. “Yeah, I should just ask her!”

“Ask me what?”

The members of the Straw Hat pirates (save for Zoro) withdraw in various unique positions, having not heard you make your entrance before you speak. 

You’re standing in the doorway to the kitchen, eyebrow slightly quirked at the Baroque-esque scene in front of you. Deciding not to address the display, you simply ask, “Anything I should know about, Captain Luffy?”

Usopp doesn’t even dare to answer, because he knows you sure as hell don’t see him as a captain in general, much less your captain. He swears he notices you briefly look in his direction at the mention of the title, and a shiver runs across his skin. Like static electricity in the air.

“Oh, yeah,” Luffy turns to you, not an ounce of fear in his eyes as he pops the question. “Are you sad?”

You blink once, then twice, like the inquiry on its own is of unfathomable origins to you. “Do I look sad?”

The boy in the straw hat nods. “I think you do.”

“Then I’m not.” It’s not only an answer, but also a sentence that marks this subject as finished on your part. One that does not permit any subsequent additions.

You incline your head to the deck above. “We’re going to have company soon, likely Marines, and they seem to be in supply of heavy fire this time.”

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The situation with the aforementioned opponents temporarily distracts the crew, yet Luffy maintains a close eye on you, taking note of anything that can point him to the source of the unknown problem. You talk relatively little with the other crew members, but you seem to have developed an amicable enough relationship with them compared to when you first met. 

Before, you could care less about getting to know them. Now, you’re actively going out of your way to ask Nami about her cartographic skills, even giving her tips for additions to her geographical detailing. You provide Zoro pointers on self-developed defensive techniques and ways to paralyze opponents in certain spots (which he seems appreciative of).

You even give Usopp a short nod when he tells you one of his fantastical stories, even knowing that they’re full of shit.

Luffy’s happy, but he still sees that you are not.

It’s all in your eyes. They’re hollow somehow, like the end of a barrel. He doesn’t know how he knows, only that he knows, and he’s known for a good while now.

So, that night, Luffy finds you in the kitchen by the windows, absentmindedly snacking on a red apple while you gaze into the dark nothingness outside. He also discovers that he’s subconsciously become quite observant of your habits as of late. 

For example, you specifically pick red apples above any other color when they happen to dock someplace, not even paying any mind to the green or yellow ones. Just the red ones.

“Hey,” he positions himself next to you on the bench, a piece of loaf tight in his hand. “Why are you sad?”

You turn your head just a fraction to the side to look at him, not annoyed, but not appreciative of the focus he’s settled on as of late. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? The Vice-Admiral looks a little weary as of late, after all. Are you sad about it?"

"Nope."

“So why do you insist that I’m sad?”

“Because you are,” he states like it’s obvious.

You huff humorously and return your attention to the window that supplies no real view. “How can you tell?”

“I just can.” He takes a generous bite of his food and continues talking, oblivious to the crumbles that fall while doing so. “When I’m sad, I—”

“Eat?”

“Well, yeah.” He swallows the bite down. “But I also like to talk about it with someone I trust. Shanks used to say that true friends are the kind of people you can share your heart with and not get hurt.”

This annoys you, that much he can tell. A nail digs into the apple you’re holding, leaving a crescent-shaped indent on the red skin. “Shanks said many things, and not all of it's true.”

This doesn’t deter him from pressing on the matter. “If you keep all the hurt inside, it’s going to turn bad. You know, Makino said that if you leave a piece of ham in the fridge too long, it’ll get sour and people can’t eat it.”

“Only you could find a way to compare this sort of thing to food.” You withdraw your finger from the apple and end up leaving it alone altogether. A minute or ten of silence waves between you, laced with unspoken questions and denied answers. “Tell me, Luffy, just how much did Shanks tell you about his past?”

He thinks for a moment, mimicking your movements by putting his loaf aside. “Just about his adventures with the Red-Haired Pirates, and a little about the time you served with him. Is it true you were strong enough to throw a three-hundred-pound man to the ground when you were thirteen?”

He swears it’s a snort that he catches leaving your throat, but it’s hard to differentiate it from your more-than-usual scoffs. “He exaggerated.”

“Really?”

“The man was two-fifty, at most.”

Luffy grins with genuine admiration, so much so that your face tilts back slightly, being overwhelmed by the mere brightness that is him. “Wow! You must’ve been quite a beast when you were a kid!”

He notices it again, the sadness that latches onto your eyes like insects to sour meat. Whatever brief smile adorned your lips moments ago disappears like it was never there at all. Thinking he said something wrong, Luffy prepares to apologize when you speak again.

Your voice is soft yet faint like you’re afraid speaking too loudly will make something bad happen. “It wasn’t just me and Shanks, back then, you know.”

The Captain of the Straw Hats thinks it’s almost unnatural of you to be this demure, but he doesn’t interrupt you.

“Buggy was there, too. It was the three of us, together.”

“Oh, yeah.” He remembers it now. “He did mention that in Orange Town. You served the same crew.”

“… He did, did he?”

“He said you and Shanks betrayed him, but I didn’t believe him.” Luffy knows you and has known you for longer than he’s known a lot of people in his life. You’re one of the few permanent people he’s had, and he knows with a certainty that you’re not the kind of person who leaves anyone behind, not without reason. 

Even if you did have a reason for leaving Buggy, it must have been a good one.

Your mouth opens and shuts several times in the span of a minute like you’re hesitating to talk about the past. You’ve never been one to talk about it, except to share some details about your time as captain, and even that was limited to the bare minimum.

Still, Luffy, being in no hurry for you to reach an answer, waits patiently by your side until you do decide to talk about it.

Talk about what he believes is the reason for your sadness.

“We were close back in the days,” you begin slowly. “Me, him, and Shanks. It was us against the rest of the world, and we were going to sail together to the end of the seas one day. It was our dream.”

“Then, what happened?”

You put your palm over both your eyes and rest your elbow on the window frame, heaving a sigh that resembles someone who’s spent too much of their life working and working and working without catching any breaks. Pure, simple exhaustion weighs you down, Luffy can tell. 

When you speak next, you sound tired too, and perhaps a little strained. He can’t see your eyes, and so, he can’t truthfully tell what you’re thinking now. “The thing is, I don’t know what happened. All I know is that he decided he didn’t want to stick around.” You breathe through your nostrils. “Our captain was gone, and so was the crew, but we three were still together, and I thought we were going to stay together.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No … We didn’t. I don’t know what happened, but one day when I was talking with Shanks about what to do next, Buggy came in, and it … He looked at me like … Like he hated me.” You exhale. “He did hate me, and I don’t know what it was I did, but he practically told me that we were done … And then he left. I never saw him again, up until Orange Town.”

Luffy doesn’t require your eyes this time to tell that you’re sad now because you are. You’re so sad that it’s destroying you from the inside, and even that is an understatement on its own. There are no tears trickling down your cheeks, no quivers or thickness to your voice, no nothing to base his assumptions on, but he knows.

He stays silent for a short while, doing nothing but look at you. You’re one of the strongest people he knows. He’s seen you fight; seen the strength you possess, the fire in your eyes. You’ve stayed with him ever since Shanks left Foosha Village, you’ve looked after him from the sidelines when you thought no one was watching. 

You’ve been with him throughout everything, and seeing you like this makes him feel blue on your behalf. You don’t express it yourself – you never do. You carry your weight with the same kind of strength you always do, never letting anyone see you beyond just that, and sometimes, he wonders if you’re lonely because of it. 

At least, now he knows why you’re so sad. You’re heartbroken.

He’s never been acquainted with the feeling himself, has never felt any particular inclination toward it, but he can tell it’s your heart that’s hurting now, and it’s not as easy to heal as that cuts he received on his chest from the butler.

His hat seems to itch the harder he thinks about it, as if there’s something digging at his scalp through his hat. He thought Nami patched it up for him. He tries to scratch at it, but for some reason, it doesn’t cease. Maybe he’s got lice? 

He ignores it. “It’s weird. Bunky seems to think you were the one who left him for Shanks.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know. You’re not that kind of person.” He says it so easily, without a smidgen of doubt or hesitation. You look at him through your peripheral vision, and your eyes slightly widen at his statement. “But, do you know what happened between them? Shanks and Bonky, I mean?”

“No, I don’t.” You admit with a shake of your head. You’ve tried to figure it out for years, and at some point, you decided to give up. “Shanks never told me, but whatever it was, it was enough for the stupid clown to leave for… He chose a childish rivalry over me.”

“Then, there you have it. It’s all just a big misunderstanding, so why don’t you just tell him if you meet him again?”

“You seem awfully defensive of the guy who destroyed an entire village and almost drowned you.”

“Yeah, but talking about him seems to make you happy.”

You freeze for a bit, snort, and turn your back to the window frame, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest in silent resignation. “I tried to explain things to him back in Orange Town, and a fat load of good that did. Like I said, he hates me, and he’s sure as hell not my favorite person at the moment. If we do meet again, it likely won’t end any better than it back in Orange Town.”

“You know, –” Luffy takes another bite of his bread. “It didn’t sound like he hated you.”

“Hmm?” You raise an eyebrow, halfway curious and halfway skeptical. 

“He still remembers that you like red apples and that you hide knives in your shoes. Is that true?”

You raise both your eyebrows and look at Luffy like he’s just grown a second head. Without a word, you pull your left foot up until it rests on the bench, and withdraw not one or two knives, but four. Small and subtle, hardly enough to turn any heads, but in a flash, you throw it across the kitchen until it lands on a specific spot on the opposite wall. 

Bull’s eye.

“We used to have knife-throwing competitions,” you reminisce idly, staring at the knife lodged deep into the wall. “I was good, but Buggy was better.” Your lip tilts up an inch or two. “We made bets, and whoever lost would have to steal a bottle of whatever liquor we happened to find in the next town we docked at.”

“Oh?”

“I ended up snatching quite a lot of bottles, but once every blue moon, he would have to snatch one instead.” You smile. It’s an actual, genuine, honest smile this time, and Luffy can’t help but marvel at the sight. It’s a rare thing for you to smile like you’re doing now. It’s usually brief or sarcastic and never seems to reach your eyes. 

This one does.

He thinks you look pretty when you smile. It’s your smile, and it’s so warm that he wishes you could do it more often. He tells you as much, and a red color falls over your cheek. You promptly turn your face to the other side to save face, and it makes Luffy think.

When he thinks about his dream of becoming King of the Pirates, he can’t stop himself from smiling ear to ear. So, that begs the question: “What is your dream?” 

What makes you smile?

“My dream …” You reach for your apple and hold it against your face, the uneaten side of it shining against your face. “Is unattainable.

“I don’t think it is,” Luffy says without missing a beat and takes your hand in his, determined to make you see that. “I think that no matter how much stands against us, dreams are never impossible if you have the will to reach for them. All it takes is a little spirit.”

He doesn’t know where those words come from, but he’s heard them from someplace, and judging by your staggered reaction, you’ve heard them too. 

“A little spirit, huh?”

“Exactly! So, please tell me, what’s your dream?”

You look straight ahead into the room, resting your elbows back on the window frame without a word. He thinks you’re about to decline his question or ignore it altogether. However, he’s surprised to hear you actually answer this time, truthfully too.

“My dream was to sail the seas with him again.”

Suddenly, the itchiness on his head stops, and it stays that way.

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Handsy- ii

(Buggy the Clown x f!Reader)

A small-town shopkeep makes the second biggest mistake of her life by humouring a pirate captain's idea.

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Another boring day working in that stupid shop had taken a full 180 to you now being sat in the lap of a feared pirate captain as you watched the theatrics and insanity of his ship’s circus tent. The one constant of the last few hours was the detached hand holding yours tightly, the white cloth of his glove not concealing the warmth of his palm against yours. The hand, now reattached to Buggy’s arm, didn’t seem intent on letting you go any time soon.

He sat wide-legged with you wedged sideways in his lap, your back resting against the high-set arm of the throne with his other arm right behind it. This positioning had your faces set awfully close together as he grinned maniacally. “So, doll, what’s the story? Kidnap my hand for attention, hm?” He prodded, his arm now snaking around your back to hold you in place. You tensed a little at his words, brain going blank for a minute before you could respond.

“I found it in an alleyway- just a few hours ago! Came here right away…” You lied with a forced smile, not wanting him to know you’d unknowingly caught the hand in the first place. Your best bet was to change the subject a bit, avoid any more suspicion than what you could already see in his narrowing eyes, smudgey makeup framing pretty blues.

“Is that so? Well then, someone as loyal as you should be a part of my crew!”

The certainty of his tone as well as his bold statement caught you off guard, planning to ask something meaningless about his crew or outfit when he proposed such an absurd offer. You squirmed in his lap, only prompting him to give your hand a squeeze and tighten his arm around your back, moving it to rest comfortably on your waist as he pulled you in close to give you nowhere to look except right into those eyes of his. “Whaddaya say, then? Life of a pirate ain’t so bad, y’know~” He teased, still grinning like a maniac.

Alam bells blared in your head at everything going on, but you couldn’t fight off the part of your heart that wanted to accept immediately. The makeup and showmanship of it all wasn’t what enticed you, but the way his hand had remained gentle in yours, keeping you from feeling any real fear at all. You’d assume a fearsome pirate like this to be brutal in nature, but the way your fingers interlaced with his so easily, such a soft and simple gesture, not painful or distressing, had your ever-sappy heart doing cartwheels. “I- uh…”

Mumbling was all you could manage, breaking eye contact and looking around the tent. Everything about this was the exact opposite of your normal. Unpredictable, seemingly no routine or discipline. Still, everyone smiled and shared in eating, drinking and laughing as they performed. It was like a happy family amidst how chaotic it felt, and the rumbling laughter you could feel in the clown’s chest only immersed you further in the experience.

“Not to worry doll, run along for now to think.” He said, amused by how dumbstruck the simple ask of joining his crew had rendered you. His hand once more popped off of his body, less unsettling than it should be to you. The hand led the way, guiding you through the crowds and wild motion, seemingly sure of how to take a path without intervening or colliding with anything. 

Buggy the Clown was surely the only man in the world who had any sense to navigate chaos such as this, and as his hand led you all the way to the edge of your ship, you couldn’t help one last gentle squeeze before watching it fly back to its owner.

Your heart panged with guilt as you knew better than to even consider his wild ideas, there was no way you were cut out for being a pirate. The shop hadn’t exactly trained you for something like that, the closest thing had been lifting heavy boxes and fighting off rude customers. That was nothing compared to the dangers faced at sea, especially as a part of such a well-feared crew.

The idea of the brutality was too much to even weigh out as an option, and you sighed as the music faded and the ship went out of view as you walked home to sleep off the insanely fast beating of your heart in your chest.

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The next morning was a new day. New wasn’t the best word for it, as it would all be the same. Same breakfast, same clothes, same walk to work at the same time as usual. Normally, the monotony was no bother, but after seeing the excitement of the pirate ship you’d boarded the night previous the dullness of it all felt suffocating.

Your coworker didn’t even believe half the things you told her as you recounted the encounter with Buggy the Clown himself, her face paling as you told her about his offer. “Hell, you said no right away didn’t you?” She practically begged, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t exactly say yes, or no. He told me… to think.” You said causing your coworker to pale even further at the glint she saw forming in your eyes.

“Oh God, you know all the things that could happen to you?” “Yes, I do. I hear stories all the time.” “It’s no joke! This is serious!” The two of you went back and forth, even if you hadn’t fully convinced yourself her words didn’t faze you in the slightest. After a few minutes, she huffed and pulled a backpack out from under the register, red in the face. 

“Just go.” She muttered, not looking you in the eyes. “Pack this up and get going, who knows when they’ll leave port.” Her words were practically a whisper as you saw tears begin to bubble up along her lashes. She didn’t even give you a chance to question her motives here before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen you so… bright. You’re glowing, you’ve been practically dancing around the store all day. This small town isn’t big enough for that mind of yours, take your chance before I change my mind and never let you go… and quick, their boat won’t stay docked forever!” She practically yelled at you, holding the bag out. 

You gave her a quick hug and nod before grabbing it, shouting out your thanks as you ran from the store to grab anything and everything you’d need for life as a pirate before the Big Top took off again to the seas.

As you stumbled out onto the dock you saw the ship begin to move, but the panels around the ship’s cannons were big enough to squeeze through. With a great leap and a bit of wiggling, you were officially a stowaway beyond the point of return as the storage room you’d ended up in greeted you merrily with the clanking of what you assumed to be alcohol bottles and sloshing of sake in large, hefty barrels.

You could hear the sound of another outrageous party over the deafening beating of your heart as you curled up in the corner, reaching into your pocket to give Buggy’s hand a squeeze but realizing it obviously wasn’t there anymore.

You wondered what your fate was on this ship, if the great clown would pay you any mind, but your thoughts were cut short as loud, sluggish footsteps echoed louder and louder down the halls.

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You Could Do So Much Better Than Me! Buggy (OPLA)

You are a princess from a small island kidnapped by Buggy and his crew. Little did Buggy know he'd kidnapped the wrong princess, and after time together he feels sorry for you and asks you to join his crew. Buggy x Reader (Female)

Your head was groggy, why couldn't you remember anything? Yes, you drank but never enough to blackout. You groan loudly and attempt to stretch your hands but hit something metallic. Your eyes dart open in fear, and you have to cover your eyes from the light because it makes your head hurt more.

'Finally, the princess wakes up,' an unfamiliar male voice chuckles.

A clown was crouched down in front of you, you scramble backwards but your back hits metal, 'WHY AM I IN A CAGE? WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU?'

The clown grins menacingly at your fear, 'I kidnapped you princess. You're on my ship, everyone calls me Buggy.'

You click your tongue as realisation dawns on you that you'd been kidnapped by a notorious pirate, 'Buggy The Genius Jester, I've seen your wanted posters. Why kidnap me?' you question, calming down a little.

Buggy's eyes sparkle when you use one of his other names, 'I'm glad you've heard of me, princess. It should be obvious why I kidnapped you. I've already sent a ransom demand to your family, royalty will pay a lot of berry.'

You can't help but laugh, 'now that's funny. Do you know nothing of lineage?'

Buggy frowns, 'why are you laughing? I kidnapped you, you should be scared.'

You try to control your laughter and wipe a stray tear away, 'you couldn't have picked anyone worse to kidnap. Everybody knows I'm, the throwaway, the expendable one. You should have taken my sister since she's next in line for the throne. I'm the spare to her heir.'

'QUIET!' Buggy growls and slams his gloved hands on the cage, 'they'll pay, otherwise, I'll have to send them body parts as an incentive.'

You bite your lip and roll your eyes, 'I bet the ransom money they don't do anything. You can slice and dice me, sell me, or even kill me and they won't bat an eyelid. I'm a realist Buggy.'

Buggy huffs, stands up and storms up the stairs leaving you locked in a cage in the depths of his ship. This wasn't your first kidnap attempt, but the first successful one. Buggy could be dangerous, and you didn't know how he'd react if he didn't get his way.

1 WEEK LATER

BUGGY

'You're going to want to see this captain,' Cabaji says, holding out a newspaper to me.

I snatch it from him and my heart sinks a little at the headline halfway through the paper not even considered major news 'ROYAL FAMILY DEVASTATED BY DEATH OF BELOVED PRINCESS - ASK FOR PRIVACY WHILE THEY GRIEVE'

'I kind of feel bad for them, doesn't even mention a kidnapping. Puts all the fault on her for being careless,' Cabaji sighs.

I wasn't annoyed that they didn't mention my excellent kidnapping or ransom demand, but I was angry they blamed their own daughter making them out to be a bumbling idiot while their older sister couldn't do anything wrong. I guess I better show this to y/n and decide what to do next.

I'd had the cage moved to my quarters to make y/n more comfortable, I wasn't a monster and they'd been the perfect hostage. Over the past week, we'd talked about a lot of things, especially my adventures since y/n had never left their island. They may have a fire and a yearning for something more than a title, and I maybe kind of wanted to help them because it was nice having someone else intelligent on the ship.

I enter my quarters and y/n looks up at me from inside the cage and waves, 'You're back quickly, it usually takes you half an hour to check things over.'

I hand them the paper between the bars, 'I might owe you than ransom money. Your family are assholes.'

y/n reads the article and snorts, 'I never asked to be royal Buggy. I hated the etiquette and the dresses, and don't even get me started on arranged marriages. I spent my days sparring and fighting with my tutors. I'm pretty good with a blade.'

Next thing I know they pull out a blade from behind their back and twirl it in their hand, 'Now where did you get that?' I ask, intrigued.

They smile, 'took it from one of your crew on my daily walk around the ship, no one even noticed me.'

I'd have to punish the crew member who let a princess steal one of their weapons, but an idea popped into my head and could benefit the pair of us, 'Join my crew. I'll turn you into a feared pirate and we'll destroy your family.'

Their eyes light up, 'sounds like fun Bugg--I mean captain.'

Hearing them call me captain had a nice ring to it. If they could fight and thief they'd fit in fine, and with their knowledge of royalty we could easily make a lot of money and boost our reputation. They insisted I'd chosen the wrong princess to kidnap, but it looked like I'd chosen the right one. With them by my side things would get a lot more interesting around here.

[cursedvida]

THE PRINCESS AND THE CLOWN (c.11)

So basically a BIG WARNING MINORS GET OUT because this chapter has full of smut. Hope you enjoy it heheh

RATING:+18 / Explicit TAGS: Drama, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Romeo & Juliet trope, Idiots in love, Drama, Romance, Unresolved sexual tension, Eventually Smuth, Age Gap, Reader is in her 20s, Insecure Buggy, Strangers to lovers. Unresolved romantic and sexual tension. Mutual pining.Romantic Buggy. Romantic Fluff. Forbidden Love. A lot of drama and obstacles in the way of love. PLOT: As the daughter of an eminent Marine Captain, your fate seemed sealed from the beginning: you would live neatly by the rules, you would never cause anyone a headache and if you ever got married, your future husband would be a man of honor and a wealthy family. And while it's true that things don't always turn out the way you think they will, among all the possibilities, the one of a clown with a pirate flag crossing your path was not something anyone would have imagined.

Tags: @randomly-a-fan @lostfirefly @bepo-is-sorry @sylum

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 4

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Back again my loves!!~ Raise your hand if you wanna fuck the clown!

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The dense foliage of the island's forest enveloped them, casting dappled shadows that danced across the forest floor as they ventured deeper into its heart. Your heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty, each step forward a silent testament to their resolve. Zoro and Brooks led the way, their presence offering a sense of reassurance amidst the oppressive silence of the jungle.

"So, what's the plan now?" Brooks voice was barely above a whisper, as if afraid the very trees might betray their presence.

Zoro glanced back, his expression unreadable behind the bandana that adorned his forehead. "We find the crew. That's our top priority."

(Y/n), breaking the silence as she scanned the surrounding foliage for any signs of movement. "They could be in danger if we don't find them soon."

"And what about Buggy and his lackeys?" Brooks's bony fingers tapped against the hilt of his sword, a subtle reminder of the looming threat.

"We deal with them if they decide to show up again," Zoro's grip tightened on his swords, a silent promise of confrontation.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed through the thick vegetation, your senses on high alert. Brooks followed closely behind, his skeletal form swaying with each step as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.

The memory of Buggy's piercing gaze lingered in the reader's mind, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. There was something unsettling about the way he had watched them vanish into the foliage, a silent predator biding his time. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the symphony of nature.

Your footsteps were muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath their feet, the occasional rustle of wildlife the only indication of life in the dense jungle. Hours passed, each minute stretching into eternity as they searched for any sign of their missing crewmates.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on the your shoulders like a leaden cloak, each moment of uncertainty a silent reminder of their duty.

"We need to split up," Zoro's voice shattered the oppressive silence, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

You blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. "Split up? Your mossy ass can’t even find your way around town-"

"It's the only way we'll cover enough ground to find them," Zoro's gaze was steady, a silent command that brooked no argument. "You go east with Brooks. I'll head west. We'll meet back here by sundown." Before you could protest some more, Zoro had already vanished into the underbrush, leaving them standing alone with Brooks. The skeleton swordsman shrugged, a skeletal grin spreading across his face.

"Well, shall we, my dear friend?" Brooks's voice held a note of anticipation, a ghostly echo amidst the silence of the forest. You linked hands with the afro pianist and got to steppin. With a heavy sigh, you nodded, steeling yourself for the task ahead.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, a sense of unease settled over y’all like a shroud. What dangers lurked within the shadows of the jungle, and would you ever find your missing crewmates amidst the tangled maze of trees and vines?

And what of Buggy, the enigmatic clown whose presence loomed over them like a dark cloud? Would their paths cross once more, and if so, what fate awaited them at the hands of the unpredictable pirate?

Only time would tell as the reader embarked on their journey into the heart of the unknown.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes ahead caught your attention, and you froze, your muscles tense as you waited for whatever lurked within to reveal itself. You didn’t have much fight left, but you weren’t going down like that. However, instead of a threat, a familiar figure emerged from the foliage, his black hair and distinctive scar marking him as none other than Luffy, the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"Hey, guys!" Luffy called out, his voice ringing out through the forest as he bounded towards you with a wide grin.

"LUFFY!"

Relief flooded through you as you swallowed Luffy into a tight hug. Brooks joined soon after as the three of you quietly rejoiced. He tugged you both through the dense undergrowth, your heart lightened at the sight of your friends gathered together in a small clearing. Nami, Sanji, Chopper, and Usopp were huddled together, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they took in the sight of you and Brooks emerging from the forest.

"Thank goodness you're all right," Nami said, her voice filled with relief as she rushed forward to embrace you. "We were starting to worry when you didn't come back."

"We ran into some trouble with Buggy and his crew," Brooks explained, his voice grim as he recounted the events of the encounter. "But we managed to get away before things got too heated."

Usopp paled at the mention of Buggy, his eyes widening in fear as he clutched his slingshot tightly in his hand. "Buggy?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "But he's one of the most dangerous pirates in the East Blue!" Sanji scoffed at Usopp's words, his expression filled with disdain.

"Please, Buggy is nothing compared to the likes of us," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "We'll take him down without breaking a sweat." But despite Sanji's bravado, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Buggy may not have posed a threat in that moment, but you knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. And with a bounty on your head, you couldn't afford to let your guard down for even a moment.

As you and your friends discussed your next move, a sense of determination settled over you. You may have escaped Buggy's clutches for now, but you knew that the real challenge lay ahead. And with your friends by your side, you were ready to face whatever dangers awaited you in the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

But as you glanced back towards the forest, a chill ran down your spine at the thought of the clown pirate lurking in the shadows, his piercing gaze following your every move. The encounter may have ended for now, but you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness. And with Buggy's watchful eyes upon you, the real battle had only just begun.

Wait…..

“ZORO!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth in shock as the surrounding birds began to fly away. Luffy and Nami turned towards you with a serious look passing between them. Usopp groaned as he pulled his bandana over his face. “My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice called toward you, ”Please tell me that he is somewhere close by?” You shook your head no and began to tie your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Welp, we’re fucked,” Usopp stood up and began to pace around. “I’m fucked, you’re fucked, we’re all!-”

Robin proceeded to slap the back of his neck effectively cutting off his speech.

“Zoro will be fine. He’s barely had enough time to even get lost on the island. Luffy and I will go search for him while you guys have a rest.” She took note of her bag in your arms and nodded towards it. You nodded back, happy to not use words as you realized your lungs were still burning. Robin gently pulled the bag from your arms and you sat down in the tall grass.

Luffy continued, “Nami and I will be back by sunset. If we don’t find him by then, Sanji and Usopp will take the next round. Robin and Chopper will-” you raised your hand and Luffy slowly tilted his head forward. “Robin, Chopper, and (Y/n), will go out next.” Everyone nodded towards the straw hat captain as he and the navigator set out.

“The funky clown was after her. I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to be on the move.”

“(Y/n) is her own person and she can defend herself. I think she doesn't want to be alone right now. I can’t stop her from wanting to help and find her friend.”

But little did they know, amidst the dense foliage and winding paths of the forest, another figure moved with silent purpose. His flamboyant attire stark against the muted greens and browns of the jungle, watched from the shadows as the reader and their companions disappeared into the distance.

A smirk played across his lips as he adjusted his tricorn hat, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. The game was afoot, and Buggy was determined to play his part to the fullest.

With a theatrical flourish, he melted into the undergrowth, his smile echoing through the silent forest like a harbinger of chaos.

Hours had passed before the duo came back without the mossy giant. Sanji and Ussop had no luck either. During this time, you had enlisted Chopper and Brooks to help chop wood and draw the layout of a wood cabin. The materials you compacted inside Nami’s bag would come in handy. (You really put those boys to work, lol.)

Chopper took the time to hug and smooth out your hair before getting to work. You appreciated the moment of comfort it brought you. Communication was touch and go for a while with your voice still recovering as you tried to ignore the other aches and pains.

At the very least, the foundation of the cabin was laid. Not to brag or anything but it was a very large cabin in the middle of nowhere. The nearby tree’s still offered privacy and there was plenty of farmland and a nearby waterfall/river. You also enlisted Sanji and Robins help in digging a basement with three levels. You and Sanji got to work on the bathrooms while Nami and Luffy set forth creating the walls for the second and secret third floor.

You personally saw to finishing the roof of the cabin before sending everyone to get started on the farm outside. There was no telling when you’d be able to get back your mission or when the ship would be repaired. Speaking of which, you had checked on the remains within the pouch inside Nami’s bag. Safe and sound, for now that is.

You all ended the day extremely tired and sweaty. You were happy in your abilities to create such a home for your family to live in during this uncertainty. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the sea. Especially with Zoro missing and that damn clown on the loose.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting an orange hue over the island, you and your crewmates gathered inside the now finished cabin. Sanji produced some matches and brought the fireplace to life, the crackling flames providing a comforting warmth against the cool evening air. Despite the chaos and danger that lurked in the shadows, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group, a bond forged by shared trials and victories.

As you sat by the fire, sharing stories and laughter with your friends, your thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Buggy and his crew. Despite the danger they posed, you couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that tugged at your mind. Why had Buggy sought you out? What did he want with you, and why did he seem so fixated on your presence?

What was with that damn nose and why did your little smooch set him off?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when Brooks approached you, a concerned expression on his skeletal face. "(Y/n), are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem lost in thought."

You shook your head, forcing a smile as you turned to face him.

"I'm fine, Brooks," you reassured him, though the unease still lingered in the pit of your stomach. "Just thinking about everything that's happened today."

Brooks nodded understandingly, his hollow eyes filled with empathy. "It's natural to feel overwhelmed," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "But remember, we're all in this together. No matter what challenges we face, we'll overcome them as a team."

His words were a comforting reminder of the bond that held your group together, a reminder that you were not alone in this journey. With your friends by your side, you knew that you could face whatever dangers lay ahead, whether it be pirates, marines, or the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

As the night wore on and the fire burned low, your crewmates settled down to rest, the gentle sounds of the jungle lulling you into a peaceful slumber. You, Robin, and Chopper began to venture out for Zoro. Sanji and Luffy would be keeping watch while Nami and Brooks got some rest. This whole ordeal was slowly starting to wear on all of you. Before you left, Nami passed you the dagger you dropped inside the big top. “Be careful out there,” she hugged you three before going inside.

And as you ventured off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them with courage, determination, and the unwavering support of your friends.

Hopefully 8 hours of sleep.

Robin had regained her compass and you both took turn carrying Chopper. The beach was empty with no sign of Zoro or the Flashy fool. (Thank God!) But you couldn’t help but stand far, far away from where the man once lay.

As the night deepened, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a sudden rustling in the underbrush shattered the tranquility of the evening. You and your crewmates tensed, reaching for your weapons as you scanned the darkness for any signs of danger.

But instead of a threat, a figure emerged from the shadows, his distinctive red nose and flamboyant attire marking him as none other than Buggy the Clown. His toothy grin sent shivers down your spine as he approached, his eyes fixed on you with a almost teasing predatory gleam.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Buggy said, his voice dripping with amusement as he sauntered towards you. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the little gathering."

He stood over six feet tall and sported a sexily teasing look. Maybe you were staring too hard because his angry green eyes flicked directly towards you. Time honestly just stopped there for both of you. Your (e/c) starbeds locked with his piercing green ones in a mix of curiosity and interest. Your whole body seemed to hum especially down there again-

Blinking hard, you bristled at the sight of him, hand tightening around the hilt of your dagger as you prepared for a confrontation. But before you could react, Buggy raised his gloved hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening.

"Now, now, there's no need for hostility," he said, his tone disarmingly casual. "I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I've come with an offer."

An offer?

You exchanged wary glances with Robin, unsure of what to make of Buggy's sudden change in demeanor. But before she could respond, Buggy turned his attention to you, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "I couldn't help but notice that you've lost quite the swordsman," Buggy said, his gaze lingering on your lips with a mixture of curiosity and greed. "And I just so happen to have a score to settle with him."

You bristled at Buggy's words, taking a step forward.

"What are you getting at, clown?" Chopper growled, his voice angry and anxious. Buggy chuckled, his grin widening as he took another step closer.

"Simple," he said. "I'll back off your swordsman in exchange for her."

He nodded in your direction, his eyes gleaming with avarice as he gestured towards you with a flourish. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down your spine as you realized what he was proposing.

You felt a surge of fear and anger rise within you, the thought of being handed over to Buggy like some kind of bargaining chip filling you with a sense of indignation. But before you could voice your protest, Zoro stepped forward from the brush, his expression steely as he faced off against Buggy.

He seemed as cool as ever, though. Rolling an apple in his hands and offering it towards you. You frowned and his grinned stretched even wider as he withdrew the apple and brought it to his matching lips.

You watched him take a sinful bite as the juices dribbled down his chin. That lizard part of your brain wondering what it would look like to have you dripping down his chin instead. His chuckle broke your trace however and he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove.

"Tik tok, cherry princess. There's no sea water out here to help you."

"Like hell I'd ever agree to that," Robin stepped forward, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think I'd trade one of my friends for some measly berry? You've got another thing coming, clown." Zoro walked past the clown prince like he didn’t even exist.

Buggy's grin faltered at Zoro's words, his eyes narrowing as he took a step back.

"Fine," he said, his tone bristling with annoyance. "But don't say I didn't offer you a chance. You'll regret turning me down, mark my words."

With that, Buggy turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness, leaving you and your crewmates standing in the silence of the forest, the tension thick in the air. But despite the danger that lurked in the shadows, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at Robin and Zoro’s unwavering loyalty, a reminder that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always stand together as a team.

The tension lingered long after Buggy's departure, casting a shadow over the otherwise tranquil night. You and your crewmates remained on high alert, wary of any further threats that might emerge from the darkness.

Zoro's refusal to entertain Buggy's offer had earned him a mixture of admiration and gratitude from the rest of the crew. As the initial shock of the encounter began to fade, you found yourself filled with a newfound sense of respect for the swordsman.

"Thanks, guys," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "For standing up for me back there."

Zoro grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared off into the distance. "Don't mention it," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Just doing my job as your friend."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you could sense the underlying sincerity in his words, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that held your crew together.

Robin grabbed your hand tightly and the four of you began to walk home quietly and carefully. Buggy was clearly on the prowl and you didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until Zoro scooped all of you up to take you home.

You couldn't bring yourself to admit that it was from excitement though.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group. You gathered everyone inside and were greeted sweetly by the best cook and best shot in all the seven seas. You added more wood to the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over your faces as you got ready to turn in for the night.

But even as you tried to push thoughts of Buggy and his crew to the back of your mind, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the feeling that they would return.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the comforting presence of your friends and the shared sense of purpose that bound you together.

And as you settled down to rest once more, the comforting warmth of the fireplace lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them head on.

As for now, you were content with curling up around the rest of the crew and having a bath first thing in the morning.

But little did you know, just outside your window in the shadows stood a flashy man. His green eyes glowing in the darkness the lush forest had to offer.

Buggy was determined to meet you again and as he looked over your sleeping figure one more time it couldn't be more clear he was not giving up.

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Beauty of the Blue

A/N- This is technically my second Buggy fic since i didn’t like the first one very much but i think this perfectly embodies how i think Buggy would act with the reader 🥰 also i want to make it clear that this is for the live action Buggy and not from the anime, so i’m using the little knowledge i have of him and his character 😅 i’m sorry if he also seems a little OOC, this is my first time writing for someone with his personality so i’m doing my best :p i hope i get better in the future and i can’t wait to see more of him in season 2 😍

Summary- While waiting for someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, you’re shocked that a clown in a pirate hat is able to persuade you to join him.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Reader is described with female features, alcohol

Tag List- None yet!

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added)

Word Count- 2.5k

“Alright,” You shouted with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back in your chair, “who’s next?”

The bar was packed full of pirates from all over the east blue, just waiting to get the chance to talk to you. Men, women, fish men, all different kinds of sailors from all different backgrounds were just waiting for their turn to convince you to join their crew.

You wouldn’t really consider yourself a pirate, you weren’t sure how you would address yourself. You weren’t feared, but more so admired by all other ships on the sea, pirate and marine alike. You had your bounty, but not for any malicious reasons.

You were very convincing, someone who could get whatever they wanted just with a little wink and a smile. A beautiful woman who was cursed with a body and features that anyone would kill for. You’d been able to convince captains for a little extra of their treasure that had on board their ships just from flirting a little across the bar. You were able to convince shop and restaurant owners to give you their very best, all free of charge of course. You had even managed to distract a sailor long enough to take his ship and all the supplies onboard, just from a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle.

It was a gift and a curse, and you knew that, but that also meant that you were wanted by every sea captain for miles around. They would come by each and every night, trying to convince you to join their crew and use your beauty to help get them further to becoming king of the pirates, but not one offer had been good enough for you.

Fame, riches, mansions and jewelry and countless other things were offered to you, but none of them were good enough. You wanted someone to give you the offer of a lifetime, someone who could promise you the life you knew you deserved, and it seemed like every day that dream was getting smaller and smaller.

You sighed and grabbed your glass from the table before you, sipping your drink as you glanced around at the other patrons, just waiting for the next person to come up and give it their shot at letting them have you as a part of their crew. Not one person had come up to you, until you heard the heavy boots of someone approaching.

You quickly looked over, drink in hand, just waiting to hear whatever offer they had for you, but their appearance threw you off quite a bit.

He was a larger man, lots of muscle, wearing a striped singlet and his face was painted with makeup you’d only seen in circuses and at carnivals. You flashed him a smile and curiously wondered who he was, or whose crew he was on.

“Hello there. Something to say?” You set your near empty glass back onto the table before you and he nodded his head as a sign of respect to you.

“Miss (y/n), it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He said with a smile, clearly a bit flustered at being in your presence, “My captain has heard many great things about you. He would like to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Oh really?” You sipped the last of your drink and sat back into your chair, crossing your legs, “And who might your captain be?”

“Captain Buggy. He’s been quite interested in you for some time.”

“Hm, i don’t recognize the name.” You shrugged, “But i’m sure he’s not too serious about this offer he has for me. He couldn’t even come to me himself.”

“He wanted to make sure you were the real deal, so i was sent in his place. And may i just say, you are much more beautiful than your poster leads on.” He said with a smile and a flustered laugh, you could see the blush on his face just from seeing your smile.

“Awe, aren’t you sweet!” He’s lucky that flattery worked quite well on you, “I’ll tell you what, if he can come to me himself and tell me his little offer, i may consider it.”

He nodded excitedly and quickly left, you giggled watching him wander out of the bar.

A few moments had passed, a handful of other captains and crew members had their own try at offering you a new drink in exchange for a little bit of your attention, but it seemed like none of them were worth your time.

As you looked down into your empty glass, you noticed the bar get quiet, the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor and approaching closer to your seat. You looked up and as soon as you saw him, you knew this had to be the captain of the muscle man. Captain Buggy.

He was a tall, lean man, pale skin with a bit of muscle on his body. He must’ve been at sea for a long while to gain such a figure. Blue hair, big red nose, and he had the clown makeup to match. You’d never seen someone with such a look, many times you’d seen captains with their strange choice of outfit for themselves and their crew but nothing quite like his. And you had to admit, for a clown in a pirates hat, he wasn’t a bad looking guy either.

He slowly approached your table with a smile, the muscle man walking behind him, keeping himself in Buggy’s shadow. He pointed to the chair in front of him, opposite you,

“Is this seat taken?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You set your empty glass back onto the table.

“So sorry,” He said with a laugh, “where are my manners. Captain Buggy.” He gently reached his hand out for your to shake, “May i say, it’s wonderful to see such a pretty face, your wanted poster doesn’t do you justice.”

“Well aren’t you charming.” You smiled and reached your hand out to his, he took it gently and kissed the back of it, a bit of the red makeup on his lips leaving a little mark.

“I do have my moments.”

You nodded to the chair, letting him sit across from you, the bar went back to it’s normal pace but you could see almost all eyes were on you two.

“Your friend tells me you’d like to make an offer?”

“I would.” He snapped his fingers and within moments the muscle man behind him returned with a bottle of alcohol and another glass, “And i know it’s one that’ll be hard for you to refuse.”

He popped the cork off of the bottle and poured some of the amber liquid into your empty glass before filling his own. Whiskey. And it wasn’t the cheap stuff either.

You gently lifted the glass to your lips and crossed your legs,

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

He smiled and quickly swallowed almost the entire glass, giving himself a bit of liquid courage before reaching for the bottle again and pouring more for himself.

“I’m sure you’ve had more than enough people offer you the same things, day after day. Money, jewelry, fame and riches you could never dream of. But i’m not here to offer you any of those things…”

You took another sip and cocked your head to him, watching the way his lips curled into a smile, the red makeup around his mouth only made it seem bigger.

“So what exactly are you trying to offer me then?”

He looked into his glass, sighing as he watched the dark liquid swirl as he twirled the glass in his hand,

“The life you deserve.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze stayed on him, looking over his face for any sign of emotion, but all you could see was complete seriousness in his turquoise eyes. They reminded you of the ocean. You were curious as to what he could possibly mean.

“Go on…”

He sat back in his chair, pulling his orange captains hat off and tossing it to the floor next to him,

“You may not know much about me, but i know plenty about you. You’ve managed to steal ships without even having to lift a finger. You’ve had marine and pirate captains alike giving you their berry without a second thought. You’re a beautiful woman with a remarkable talent, a talent i would love to have on my ship.”

He definitely had a way with his words, each one making you eager to hear the next. He seemed so calm, so collected, it may have been the alcohol keeping him like this but you preferred it over the others who were either too drunk or too nervous to get the first sentence out. He had gotten the furthest than anyone else ever had, and you were willing to hear out the rest of this offer he had for you.

“And what would you and your crew do for me in return?” You asked him with a cheeky smile.

“Anything your sweet little heart desires. Someone with your ability shouldn’t be thrown off as another one of my crew, first class treatment. Nothing but the best.”

Your gaze softened, your eyes locked, and all you could see was honesty behind his eyes. And that was quite rare for a pirate, especially a captain.

“So…” You sipped the last of your whiskey and reached the glass out for him to pour you another, “let’s just say i do take this offer. With what you’re telling me, i have almost, if not the same amount of power you would over your crew.”

“You’re exactly right.” He lifted the bottle and poured you another glass, “Beautiful and smart, you’re quite the catch, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words. No one had been that confident to so openly be flirtatious, he was the only one who had gotten so far. You admired it. Damn him and his charm.

“So i’ve been told.” You sipped from your glass as he set the bottle back to the table, “So tell me, how big is your ship and your crew? I want to know what i’m getting myself into.”

“Biggest one in the east blue. And my crew is filled with dozens of the best, strongest freaks and fighters you’ve ever seen. We’ve taken over more islands than you can imagine.”

You nodded and thought about just how big his crew might actually be. If the muscle man he sent was just one of them, he must have at least two dozen other men just as big, if not even bigger than him.

“What about food, supplies, clothes, a place to sleep? I’m going to need to have everything, i don’t have much on the little ship i’m using at the moment.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue. Like i said, anything you want, you’ll get.” His smile never left his lips.

“May i ask…” You looked down into your glass as you spoke, “why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why, are you making such an offer to me? You’re willing to give me anything i ask for, all in exchange for my help to get your ship closer to the one piece?”

“Oh, no.” His response took you back, curious as to why he was offering so much to you for such little in return, “You being able to help us get closer to the one piece is just a perk for us. I just want you.”

You widened your eyes as you stared at his smile.

No one had ever been so willing to give you anything you asked for, not in exchange for your ability, but just for you. All he wanted was to have you with him, to be able to say that he had the most beautiful creature of all seas on his side.

He was quite convincing.

“So if i decided to not help you get what you needed, if i didn’t want to do any of my normal dirty work and get you supplies, boats, and the like, that wouldn’t be a problem for you?”

He shrugged,

“Not at all.” He let out a long exhale before swallowing the last of his drink, you doing the same, “I’ll be honest with you (y/n). You’re a woman that’s been admired across all seas, by every pirate captain i’ve come across and every marine vessel that’s tried to best me, all of them have your wanted poster tacked up on their walls like you’re some kind of tool for them to use to get one step closer to the one piece. Your talent is a gift, i’ll give you that, but i know no one else has ever given you the opportunity to move forward. To let yourself be more than just your beauty. And when i find the one piece and become king of the pirates,” He set his glass onto the table and leaned forward, looking deep into your eyes, “i’d be more than honored to have you be my queen.”

His words left you speechless.

Countless times you’ve had people offer you their life’s savings, their most extravagant ships and their strongest men, you’d even had one man be so bold as to offer you his entire island just to be able to say that you were on their side. This was the first, and only time, someone has ever made you feel like you were more than just a pretty face. You were someone to be respected, loved, and given nothing but the best.

“So what do you say?” He grasped the bottle in his hand and poured you each another glass of the remaining liquid, “Do we have a deal?”

He slid your glass over to you and you stared at it for a moment.

If you agreed, it would mean that every other vessel on the sea would be no match for Buggy and his crew. Especially with you sitting pretty on the sidelines.

“I say…” You grasped your glass and slowly looked up to him, leaning your glass forward for him to click his with it, “we have a deal.”

You smiled with one another as you clinked the rims of your glasses together, each sipping the last of the warm liquid before setting your glasses back to the table. Buggy grabbed the empty bottle and handed it back to the muscle man in the singlet, another full one replacing it in his hand just moments later.

The entire bar was watching you two at your table, barely being able to hear your conversation, but the moment they saw your glasses clink together they knew it was over for them. No more having to wait their turn to get their chance to get your attention, it was finally won over. By a clown in a pirates hat.

“You know,” You said with a giggle as Buggy poured you another glass, “for a clown, you don’t seem very funny, you’re acting all serious. Aren’t clowns supposed to be funny and make people happy?”

He sipped his glass and reached out his empty hand to yours, his soft off white gloves holding it so delicately,

“Trust me, i’ll make you very happy.”

You smiled and could feel a heat rising to your cheeks, hoping that no one would be able to sense it. You wanted him to make you happy.