Summary: You 'babysit' Buggy while he's only a head.
No use of y/n however reader is referred to gal and very feminine pet names (I normally write gender neutral but this was very self serving). I had to write this on my phone so if the format is different from my norm, that is why.
“I think his nose is cute.” A voice breaks out for the first time in the conversation, the other two slowly turning towards you in shock and judgement.
“I beg your pardon sweet thing?” Sanji is the first to break the moment of silence, you raise your shoulders at him.
“I don’t know, he's like. Okay, you know those cats who have a limb missing and they go to scratch with that limb and everyone’s like ‘awww’. That’s kinda how I think I am with him right now, look at him. He’s just a head, a little kitty who can’t scratch behind his ear and needs some help.”
“You seem to forget about the village he destroyed, the one that offered us the rest of their food after we saved them because of what him and his crew did.”
“Zoro, you out of everyone has no right to judge considering you took that random dude’s brother’s head.” You stare at the Buggy in front of us with a cloth in his mouth, watching this whole conversation about him go down.
“I do not need to be around this.” Zoro states before leaving, huffing to himself right before he goes out of ear shot.
“I never knew you out of everyone would be into the clown type but then again, all women are a mystery.” A laugh comes out and you shake your head at Sanji’s words before replying.
“I think I just like them to be outgoing.” You slowly and dramatically look Sanji up and down before connecting gazes with him.
Before he has the chance to respond, a loud bang erupts from a part of the ship which catches both of your attention. Sanji sighs before looking at me.
“Things can never be calm around here can they?” A smile appears on your face as you nod.
“You go check that out, I think Zoro has had enough of me today, I’ll stay here with him.” You cock your head to the side, pointing at Buggy. Sanji nods and begins to walk away.
“Be safe sweets, holler if you need anything.” He looks back to say before continuing on.
You look back at the clown, his eyes wide watching. Taking a few steps in his direction, nearing him before bending down to him.
“Don’t make me regret this.” You quietly say out before gently removing the gag in his mouth.
“Ahh toots, that feels so much better." He states while stretching his mouth and licking his lips.
“You have no idea how dry my mouth was getting, I was almost debating having a sip of sea water!” You roll my eyes before sitting beside the barrel he was on.
“I think that would not be beneficial cause then you’d have the opposite problem of having too much water.” You pause for a second before questioning. “Can you drown? I mean like now, as just a head? You have no lungs attached to you currently.”
“I’ve never tried, I would assume yes though.”
“Well, don’t do it then. I wouldn’t wanna have to be the one to save you, or maybe I’d send Sanji to do it for me.”
“That blondie would let me die, I’d be a lot better, mentally and physically, if it was you.” He winks at you.
“Mmm, I think anyone of us would do it begrudgingly. For Nami.” He huffs beside you, it was a little funny as just a head. You could imagine his body’s chest moving along with it.
“What is with you and that cook anyway? It’s like you two wanna jump each other, I say just get a room and do it for the sake of me and the crew.” A snort comes out at his words.
“Buggy, I don’t think Sanji is actually attracted to me. Yes, he is good looking. However, he flirts with every woman he sees. In front of me too. Ya know, you two kinda remind me of each other in that regard.”
“Oh darling, I would treat you so much better than he ever could.” His words are filled with honey, sweet and dripping. You look at him, face in a ‘really?’ gaze.
“I don’t know, he is French. And you know there is a kiss named after them.” He scoffs at the retort.
“My head detaches, do I have to say more?”
Your face drops in realization and your cheeks begin to heat up at his words.
“Slut.” The word flew out of your mouth before you could process it. He sits expressionless before breaking into laughter. Your hand raises to your forehead, half covering your face as you laugh.
“I never admitted this but I think I like spending time with you more than Zoro.”
“I don’t know, it’s hard to compare his death threats to your sugary laugh.” He flirts again,
You shake your head at his faux forwardness.
“If you do that again I’m going to flick your ear I swear to god.” He grins ear to ear like a cat luring in its prey, his face then slowly rests like he was actually thinking for once.
“Earlier, you called my nose cute.”
“Yes I did.”
“Did you actually mean it or were you poking fun like the others?” I glance at him, his tone serious and his eyes almost pleading.
“I meant it.” It’s silent, for the first time ever since you've met Buggy. It seems he takes a breath before speaking up.
"You know, you'd be a good second in command. I could pay you handsomely, far more than these schmucks are."
"They aren't really paying me." His eyes bulge out a bit at the answer.
"You won't realize it yet, considering how they have treated you however," You pause, choosing your words carefully. "They are the closest thing to family I have gotten in forever, meanwhile your crew feared you. That is all the swaying I need."
"Its cause that Sanji is taller than me isn't it?" You scoff and crack up at his wit. Laughing to the point of your shoulders visibly shaking.
"Oh yes, that is absolutely it." You respond teasing, laughter still in your voice. He shakes his head in disappointment. The pair of you continue to stare out as the sun goes down over the horizon, the warm orange creeping into an umber and then its usual royal blue. The stars peering down at the pair.
"I think it might be time to head in." You say out loud, mostly to yourself while your hands rub over your arms to retain some heat. You could hear the buzzing begin of the mosquitos.
"What doll, can't handle a little breeze?" You shake your head, you could begin to feel the tip of your fingers cool.
"I've never been good with night time on the water." Buggy sighs beside me as I sit up.
"Let's head in then." He looks up at you, a small smile on his face. You pick him up, avoiding uncomfortable placement of your hands or a tight grip. His skin was warmer then expected, that was the stereotype though. The men being hot blood and bodied creatures.
"Where am I staying tonight? Barrel, in a window, random box?"
"I think you're gonna stay with me." Buggy's eyebrows furrow in confusion. You begin to walk quickly to your small corner of the ship, descending down a small flight of stairs. The blue haired head clutched in your arms almost like the way you'd hold a newborn.
The blue cot you were well acquainted with was already strung up, ready for you to rest in. You put Buggy up there in it before talking up to him.
"I'm changing so don't try anything okay?" The jester was already too shocked and flustered to speak. Making a mental promise to himself not to break your trust.
You take a bit of time before he sees your arms come over the side and lift yourself into the hammock.
You settle yourself, pulling up the blanket that laid at the end over mostly you.
There's a few thuds down the stairs before Sanji appears before you both.
"Ahh, just the gal I was looking for. How did babysitting go?" He asks, putting an arm over the side of the bed. Standing on a piece of board under you to boost himself up.
"Still here cook boy." Buggy's voice bellows out, you smile at the cook while he gives you a confused glance.
"I got worried that the mosquitos will affect his brain and stuff." You put on your best innocent smile and Sanji shakes his head.
"You are the most mad pirate I think I've ever laid my eyes on." He gets a shrugged shoulders and rolled eyes back.
"So, what was it that happened earlier?" You lean up to peer over the side at him. His face was always a comfort even when it felt the most safe.
"Apparently Usopp knocked something over and then Luffy couldn't remember if it was Nami's or something else. You know him, if its not food related then he's not fully paying attention." You nod, agreeing with the blond. Sanji leans in close to you, looking over your shoulder at the head eavesdropping.
"Are you going to be okay with him? Cause you know I can very much find a different spot for him." He says in a hushed tone to you, a small smile appears on your face.
"I'll be okay Sanji, he's just a head. The most he could do is bite me and I think I'd wake up before he could cause real damage. However, if anything goes sour. You will be the first one I call to come help." You place your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it quickly before putting it back under the blanket. Sanji nods at you before he steps down.
"Well sweet, you have a goodnight. Don't dream of me too much okay?" You wave to him and wish him a good night.
"God he's annoying." Buggy says as you cuddle into your bed, eyes closed in a peaceful manner.
"Just look at it like this, you're in my bed. He's not." That shuts him up fast, you peek an eye open at him. He seems speechless and you let out a quiet giggle.
"Please do tell me if you snore."
"I should be saying that to you, you can roll over or move. I'm just stuck here."
You let out a mhmm, the luring sleepiness now very present in your body and brain. Buggy stares at you, blanket tucked up to your chin and face relaxed.
He laid there and listened to you breathe for a bit. Making sure you were well into your slumber before muttering out.
Ahri: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Sera, get the wine and unplug the phone. Lux, does this end well or do we need tissues?
Lux: Oh, it ended very well.
Seraphine: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!
Ahri: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
Lux: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Ahri: Ohh... So, okay, was she holding you? Or was her hands on your back?
Lux: First she started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my quills.
Seraphine and Ahri: Ohhh.
*meanwhile*
Jinx eating pizza in her house: And, uh, and then I kissed her.
You shivered in your thin clothes as Finn led you down the hall. Clothes was a generous term to describe the tattered garments covering your form, a short, dirty slip being the only thing preventing the prying eyes of the world from seeing the entirety of your form. Your long, sensitive ears heard the gentle metal that connected your throat to Finn’s hand almost jingle, an odd irony. The melodic noise almost distracted you from the new reality of your situation, almost.
“We’re here,” Finn uttered. He turned to you and leaned over you, your heart racing. “You remember the rules I told you?” You gulped loudly, remembering the second rule, and opened your mouth, but sound refused to come out.
“Good girl,” Finn leaned down to whisper in your ear with a smile “You remembered rule number 2, don’t speak unless indicated. You’re smarter than you look. Now what are the other rules? Speak.”
“Do everything you say, don’t look at Silco, and you can send me back where you got me,” you managed to force out behind a quivering voice.
“Good. We’re here,” Finn said, what little sun that could shine through the smog and windows of the Undercity reflecting off his metallic jaw.
“W-wait!” You blurt out before realizing your mistake and covering your mouth, Finn’s head snapped to you.
“What is it?” He responded, roughly grabbing your long ear and tugging on it, a silent gesture to both remind you of your mistake and remind you not to make it again.
“How will I know who Silco is so I don’t look at him,” you utter, trying not to yelp from the pain of your sensitive ears being yanked.
“You’ll know,” Finn replies, releasing your ear and placing his hand on the large door in front of him. You hear creaks and groans as the hinges strain to hold the weight while the doors swing open. You quickly remember to look down.
“What is *that* Finn?” You heard a powerful voice spit in your direction, Finn was right, you knew, that was Silco.
“Isn’t she captivating?” Finn drawled, hands grabbing your ears again and running his hands up the fur towards the end. “She’s a Vastaya, native to Ionia but brought here for me to play with.” Finn continued. “She’s part bunny, so I’m sure she’s desperate for someone to play with.” Finn slowly reached his hand around your body to grope your breast in front of the room. It surprised you, causing you to flinch.
“Is that so Finn?” The disembodied but powerful voice uttered, “She doesn’t seem all that enthusiastic about the arrangement.
“Well that’s too bad isn’t it Silco?” Finn resumed, squeezing his hand grabbing your skin, subtle rage radiating off of him. “What she wants isn’t of my concern,” The squeezing became painful, and you let out a small squeak. You heard Finn’s jaw creak slightly with the cruel smile spreading across his face.
“Girl… are you happy about this… arrangement?” You heard Silco question, afraid to answer as to avoid angering Finn further. Amidst your silence, the only sound you registered was the gentle clicks of someone wearing expensive shoes walking towards you.
“I’ve already trained her to respond to me,” Finn leered, he pulled on the chain connected to your collar, which forced your neck to drop, “Only me”. The footsteps stopped and you saw the boots of their owner, they looked very well made, well at least they once were. This was sometime who splurged occasionally but used the items until they fell apart. They had money, but not enough to not be smart about it.
“Hm” you heard a gentle sardonic laugh fill your ears. “Look at me, little bunny,” Silco uttered lowly, the pet name set your heart into overdrive, instincts telling you vastly conflicting things. Your mind however, snapped back to Finn’s instructions. He would punish you, and given his treatment of you when he was supposedly happy,, when he was displeased in private, he would be much worse. But this Silco… whoever he was, was more terrifying, given what little information you had, he was dangerous. Your heart wanted to look and your mind agreed that whatever punishment Finn could dish you paled in comparison to what Silco could do if he wanted. So you look.
Your eyes slowly raised, eyes trying to avoid any aspect of the man before you to keep your heart rate in check, when it couldn’t be avoided, you looked into his eyes. What you saw staring back into your eyes was a cold calculating ice blue eye, and fiery blood iris in a coal black sky as the other eye. Without even choosing to, you tried seeing past the eyes before you, taking a peak into the soul behind them, and you saw pain and rage. The eyes then hardened and your small peak was interrupted, he knew what you were doing. In panic and embarrassment you snapped your eyes away.
A small chuckle from this being of calculating intensity reaches your ears, shortly followed by a “Good girl”, when Finn said it earlier you felt nothing, you cringed internally and almost shuddered at the sound and memory of your new fate in the hands of this new owner. But hearing Silco say it was an entirely different experience, you felt proud that this man said you were good. You felt wanted and… different, in a way you couldn’t describe but your instincts could, you were turned on.
“I can tell you want her Silco, unfortunately you can’t have what’s already been taken,” Finn sneered, roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
“And I can tell you’re an idiot Finn,” Silco uttered, already tired of his behaviour “I would have thought that it was obvious that we don’t support slavery, sexual or otherwise, in the Underground. I guess we have to make it an official decree for the idiots who don’t understand why we’re trying to separate from Topside.”
“I’ve already paid for her, she’s legally mine,” Finn scoffed, blatantly grabbing your ass and pulling your tail, which forced you to yelp.
“We don’t recognize any legally binding contracts in unsavory markets such as slavery.” Silco coldly spit. “Sevika…” Silco motioned his hand and a tall woman with a mechanical arm started walking towards you and the two men arguing for your status.
“You may want to remove your hand from her, for your own sake.” Silco starts. Finn begins to protest but has to leap out of the way to avoid the large blade suddenly transforming out of the woman’s mechanical arm. You almost bumped into Silco trying to leap away from the danger but he put his arm out to stop you, hand grasping your shoulder. The blade swung down between you and Finn, the sharp blade slicing the metal chain like it was thread.
“You can’t just fucking take my shit Silco!” Finn swore at the man who didn't flinch at the obscenities. This only angered him more and he strode up to you and Silco, intent on getting his hands on you.
“How much did you pay for her?” Silco asked calmly, using his arm to push you behind him. At these words Finn stopped moving and perked his ears up, looking a tad confused and wary at the same time. “I’ll pay you if you resign yourself of this childish power fantasy,” Silco retorted, picking up on his obvious cluelessness.
“Well when you put it like that,” Finn chuckled, crossing his arms, “you have a deal. She ran me about 150 Golden Hexes”
“Good to know that's the price you put on life, Finn, you can’t even haggle with Noxian slavers” Silco uttered, barely flinching at the monstrous amount. “In kind, I’ll pay you what your life is worth to me, you’ll be fairly compensated” Silco motioned towards the tall lady, Sevika you remembered her being called. Sevika walked over and handed Silco a coin purse, Silco fished around for a few moments and tossed a small handful of silver coins to Finn, who let them all fall to the ground unceremoniously.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Finn groaned, “I paid top dollar to get her here, you’re just jealous because you have the hots for her, but she’s mine,”
“What’s her name Finn?” Silco snapped, fed up at the behaviour coming from his associate.
“Bunny,” Finn spit as he took out a lighter and flicked it open, “that’s what I named her.”
“This meeting is over,” Silco turned to walk towards the door, without thinking, you reached your arm out and grabbed at his sleeve. The whole aura around him changed, immediately noticing your mistake you released your grasp almost as fast. “Bring her, Sevika” Silco finally orders before walking towards the door
“Come on,” the low sturdy voice of Sevika uttered towards you, a light push on your shoulder leading you towards the path following Silco. “Where are we taking her?”
Silco’s feet stopped, and he turned to you, eyes meeting again, for just a moment. You thought about pushing through them again for a moment, deciding not to push your luck.
“Someplace safe to talk about her future,” The sharp voice ahead of you responded.
*
Your form was curled up on the soft, juniper green couch when the door opened and you shot up. You guessed you had fallen asleep after being escorted here by Sevika, you remembered walking through a loud room with lots of people.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” a low voice said, drawing your attention to the door, your gaze found Silco closing the door. He was by himself, you started to stand. “No, please, I’m sure you must be exhausted.” Your eyes followed him as he strode through the room and sat at a large desk. Your eyes wandered to the intricate glass window behind him, pale green glass bathing the room in a verdant light, it reminded you vaguely of the glades back home, but this light was evidently artificial.
“You can continue to rest if you wish,” Silco’s voice had torn you from your thoughts, “I just have paperwork that demands my attention,” You looked back over to him and saw him rifling through papers, “We can discuss your situation when you’re ready.”
A beat passed before you stood up and padded over to the desk, “I’d rather not delay that conversation…” you responded in a quiet voice.
“So you can speak, that’s good.” Silco said without looking up from the paperwork. “What’s your name?”
“I’ve been given so many it’s hard to recall…” you replied sheepishly, hands reaching up to play with your hair, adjusting a strand that bothered your long sensitive ears.
“What name would you like to be called then?” Silco sighed, you could tell it wasn’t out of annoyance, it had just been a long day for him. This was clearly after hours.
You thought about it for a moment. “Y/N”
“Well then Y/N I may not be able to arrange first class accommodations but we will be able to get you back to Ionia soon.”
“W-what?” You lightly exclaim, which caused Silco to look up, which in turn forced you to look down to avoid his gaze, “I mean no disrespect… Sir…” You uttered, struggling to find a proper term to address him by. “But what do you mean send me back to Ionia?” Silco seemed almost surprised at your words.
“Do you not want to go home?” He questioned, leaning back in his chair, you felt his eyes studying you. You look down to avoid his gaze.
“Sir… I don’t have a home to go to, those men… there’s nothing left of my village but smoke and ashes,” you responded, ferociously trying to swallow tears. You sensed no movement from the man in front of you, but you felt his scalding gaze from his fiery eye. “If I go back… maybe the next person who buys me won’t be as kind as you”. You felt the energy around him flicker. You were good at sensing these kinds of things.
“Kind is a strong word, one I do not identify with,” Silco interjected, reaching down into his desk and grabbing a bottle and two glasses.
“You’re the first person in a very long time who has spoken on my behalf. Spoken for my well being,” you replied, watching Silco set the two glasses on the desk and pour an amber into them. “It’s more than I can ask for from a master,”
“That’s another thing I am not, I didn’t buy you to be your master,” Silco slid one glass forward, you finally sat down and picked up the glass to take a sip after seeing him do the same. The drink tasted smoky almost and felt warm in your core. “I compensated an idiot who graciously freed you,”.
“I’m… free?” You uttered out loud but mainly to yourself. It didn’t sound real.
“Yes, you can choose what you’d like to do with your life,” Silco watched your face as you tried to comprehend the news. “If you do not wish to return to Ionia, I can try to assist you within reason to get you situated in the Underground if you wish.”
“Can I work for you?” You almost blurted out, the drink making your head swim in thoughts.
“I beg your pardon?” Silco responded.
“I’d like to stay here if that’s alright…” you repeated, looking up at him. “This is the first time I’ve felt safe in more weeks than I remember, I’m happy to clean and cook or whatever you need. You don’t even have to pay me, just let me stay here please. I just…” the words struggled to come out “please let me stay here with you,”.
“My work is very dangerous Y/N,” Silco objected, “I deal with dangerous people and sell dangerous things, and you’re very… how shall I say… soft”. Your ears shot up and a warm pink blush spread across your face. The drink mixed with his unending molten gaze making your face heat up and instincts awaken. “I didn’t mean to offend,” Silco interjected.
“No, you didn’t!” You insisted, “ Your words just… surprised me. Without a chain around my neck I can handle myself decently, my legs are incredibly strong.”
“Hm,” was all he said in response, you saw both his eyes study your face, then his gaze travelled downward slightly before snapping back up to your face, an act you pretended not to notice. “Very well, you may stay and help around the facility.” Relief washed through your body. “You may sleep tonight here, tomorrow we’ll get you situated. You nod and pad over to the couch and lie back down, still drained from the events of today.
“Sir?” You questioned aloud to the room.
“My name is Silco, you’re welcome to use it.” You heard in response, along with the clink of the glass and the scratching of pen on paper.
“I appreciate this. I hope I can make it up to you Silco” you uttered, the sounds of writing diminishing for a moment.
“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that,” you heard Silco lowly reply. You felt the energy from his side of the room shift in a way you felt meant you weren’t supposed to hear that, but your sensitive ears were more than capable. You wanted to try to infer what he meant by that but the drink made all your thoughts go to inappropriate possibilities, so you didn’t infer further.
thinks. what if air genasi had hair that mirrored what sky looked like when they were born instead of their hair just being white.
[image id: 5 bust drawings of various air genasi, all with different colored hair.
the first genasi has short cropped hair. their hair is white, and mirrors white clouds in a blue sky. the second genasi has their hair in a long ponytail with one braid to the side. heir hair is pink with streaks of red and orange, and mirrors either a sunset or a sunrise. the third genasi’s has hair that flows down their shoulders. their hair is black, and a white streak trails down from the right. in the bottom, stars fade in, and their hair mirrors a night sky. the forth genasi’s has long hair that floats up and trails behind them. their hair is dark blue, and has streaks of green, cyan, and purple, and their hair mirrors an aurora borealis.
the fifth genasi’s has hair that is short and cropped. it is blue with streaks of pink, and mirrors a cotton candy evening sky. end id.]
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