Summary: When your One Piece boyfriend finds merch of you things get interesting.
Masterlist / Part 1, Part 3, Part 4
💙🎪Buggy :
You weren’t supposed to be back yet. At least, that’s what everyone thought. Your mission had ended earlier than planned, and instead of making a big announcement, you decided to surprise Buggy. Which meant sneaking through the halls of ship while most of the crew was busy elsewhere.
You were almost at Buggy’s room when you heard something, “No, no, that’s not how it goes!”
You paused outside the door. “Huh?”
Then you heard him again. “But Captain Buggy would obviously save them first!”
You blinked. Was he arguing with someone? Curious, you slowly pushed the door open.
Inside the room, Buggy was sitting on the floor. Surrounded by what looked like a tiny dollhouse setup made from crates, bottles, and random junk. And in the middle of it, was two plushies.
One was unmistakably Buggy, the bright red nose, blue hair and tiny striped shirt. The other one was you. Your brain stalled for a full five seconds. Because Buggy was currently holding the little Buggy plush, making it dramatically gesture. “Don’t worry!” he said in a heroic voice. “Captain Buggy will defeat the Marines and save you!”
Then he grabbed the you plush, tilting it toward Buggy. “Oh wow, Captain Buggy! You’re so cool and brave!”
You covered your mouth, to keep from laughing. “I know,” Buggy said proudly through the plush. “It’s hard being this amazing.” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you snorted.
Buggy froze and slowly he turned toward the door making eye contact with you.
The room went completely silent, you could have dropped a pin and heard it.
“Buggy.”
He screamed, just pure, panicked screaming. In one motion his devil fruit powers activated and his hands shot across the room trying to grab everything at once. “YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT!”
The plushies flew into the air as the tiny dollhouse collapsed. You quickly picked up the plush of you before it hit the floor. Buggy’s floating hands froze midair. You examined it, it was actually really well made. “Buggy.”
“I CAN EXPLAIN!”
You squeezed the plush. “This is adorable.”
He stopped. “What?”
You held it up. “Did you make this?”
His face immediately turned red. “No! I mean, well, maybe! But that’s not the point!”
You smiled and reached into your coat. “I mean it’s fair.”
Buggy squinted suspiciously. “What do you mean fair.”
You pulled something out, a folded piece of paper. And held it up so your boyfriend could see. Buggy’s eyes widened, because it was his wanted poster. “You carry that with you?”
You shrugged. “Of course.”
His brain visibly short-circuited. “Why.”
You smiled. “For when I want to see your handsome face.”
Buggy sat there silently for a moment, then his ego came roaring back. “WELL OF COURSE IT IS!” he shouted, jumping up dramatically.
You raised the plush and made it talk. “Oh wow Captain Buggy! You’re so cool and brave!”
He pointed at you. “HEY!”
You grinned. “So what happens next in the story?”
Buggy froze. “You’re not allowed to ask that.”
You sat down on the floor, holding the plush while rebuilding the doll house. “I want to see the ending.”
He stared at you, “Fine.”
He grabbed the Buggy plush and immediately slipped back into character. “Don’t worry!” he said dramatically. “Captain Buggy will always come back for you!”
You lifted your plush to reply. “Wow, Captain Buggy…” You smiled softly. “I knew you would.” Buggy tried very hard not to smile but wasn’t successful.
💙☠️Killer:
At a bustling port town, a loud stall drew the attention of the Killer, mlittered the small square. Normally, Killer ignored these distractions. But something flickered at the edge of his vision, a small, glossy photocard of you. His mask hid blush as his heart skipped at the sight of you. The photocard was perfect, you mid-action, caught somewhere between stunning and mischievous.
He didn’t even hesitate. “Keep it quiet,” he muttered under his breath, sliding a few berries across the table. Buying two extra copies, just in case.
Over the next few weeks, Killer’s affection for the merchandise of you grew quietly, carefully hidden from everyone. Your photo card was always somewhere on him, and when he was missing you, he would pull it out to look at.
Then came the keychain. Someone in port had made a tiny keychain of you as a chibi figure, complete with your signature pose. Killer attached it to his weapon sheath sometimes fiddled with it when sharpening his blades.
Heat had found a plush of you and insisted it was “too cute to ignore” and gave it to him during a stopover somewhat as a joke. But Killer adored it, sometimes, at night, when you had watch, he would pull the plush out from its hiding spot and have it the space that you would normally occupy.
He later found a small enamel pin of your face on it. It was typically found pinned somewhere on the inside of his shirt.
But his well-kept collection came to light one afternoon. You had stopped by his room unexpectedly, looking for spare charting paper in Killer’s cabin. “Ah, Killer, do you have...” you froze. A tiny plushie of you, slightly squished, sat on the bed. Then, carefully spread across the table, were the photocards, one slightly worn from constant handling, the pin and keychain.
You laughed softly. “Killer you’ve been collecting me?”
He froze, mask hiding the blush creeping over his exposed skin. “Uhhh...”
You picked up the photocard, inspecting it. “You’ve been carrying this around everywhere?”
He muttered, “It for when I miss you.”
You blinked, “You miss me that much?” you asked, quieter now, turning the photocard between your fingers. The edges were worn, proof it wasn’t just sitting around collecting dust.
Killer shifted slightly where he stood, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Even with the mask, it was obvious he’d been caught completely off guard. “When you aren’t with me, I miss you,” he muttered. “Even if we are on the say crew, we both are busy. You can’t always be around.”
You glanced around again, the plush on the bed, the extra photocards, the tiny keychain you’d seen hanging from his sheath more than once without realizing. All this time you hadn’t noticed. “Killer,” you stepped a little closer, still holding the photocard. “You could’ve just come to me, you know.”
“You’re usually busy,” he replied after a beat. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”
That made your chest tighten just a little. Without another word, you set the photocard back down carefully and picked up the plush from his bed. You brushed your thumb over its tiny face before looking back at him. You closed the distance between you, reaching out and gently tugging his hand. “If you miss me,” you said simply, “come find me.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, his hand came up, resting on your cheek, “Noted,” he murmured.
You smiled, giving his hand a kiss. “Good.” As you turned to leave, you paused at the doorway, glancing back over your shoulder. “Oh and Killer?”
“Yeah?”
You grinned. “Next time you buy merch, see if they have any of you. I would like to have you with me also for when I miss you.”
💛🫀Trafalgar Law:
Law’s room was unusually quiet, save for the faint clink of metal as he carefully unlocked a chest. He pulled out a wrapped package from the corner of the chest. His eyes, sharp and calculating as ever, softened the moment he examined the contents; a new photocard of you, one he hadn’t been able to track down until now.
He set it on the table beside him, inspecting the print with near-reverent care. “Hmph… this one’s… surprisingly detailed,” he muttered, tilting it under the light. His fingers traced the edges of the card carefully.
From the chest, he began pulling out the rest of the collection. Pins, keychains, tiny figurines, all carefully packed and arranged. Some were stacked neatly in little boxes, others tucked into soft pouches. He laid them out like a general inspecting his army, muttering the occasional critique, “Too scratched… too dull… yes… that one’s perfect.”
Law held the new photocard up to the collection, scrutinizing where it should go. He hummed softly to himself, a sound so rare that if someone had heard it, they might have mistaken Law had been replaced.
He carefully placed the card in its spot, then stepped back, surveying the chest’s contents. Every piece, every tiny relic of you, held some part of him, his obsession hidden beneath his usual stoic exterior. As he reached for another figure, a soft shuffle from the doorway made him freeze mid-motion.
Law’s hand froze midair, fingers inches from a tiny figurine of you. The shuffle had stopped, but the silence that followed felt, wrong. He didn’t turn immediately, calculating his next move, “Well… this is unexpected.”
You stepped into the doorway, arms crossed, a sly smile playing on your lips. “I could say the same about you, Law. Care to explain why you have all of this?”
His eyes narrowed, but light pink covering his cheeks made the look lose any power. “Explain? To you?” He gestured vaguely at the spread before him, “This is for cataloging purposes.”
You stepped closer, tilting your head as your eyes scanned the meticulous rows of photocards, pins, and figurines. “Cataloging, huh?” You reached down and picked up a tiny keychain of you, holding it up like a trophy. “And here I thought I was the only one obsessed with you.”
Law’s gaze flicked to the keychain in your hand, then back to you. A rare flash of vulnerability crossed his face. “You have one too?”
You smirked. “Maybe. A few.” You pulled a small pouch from your coat pocket, letting a few pieces spill into your hand, a figurine, pin, and even a photocard of him. “Seems we have… similar hobbies.”
Law let out a quite chuckle. “So, we’re even?” he asked, voice low but soft.
“Not even close,” you replied, stepping closer poking him in the chest. “I’d say I’ve got the better collection.”
Law’s eyes darkened slightly, but there was a teasing edge to the smile now tugging at his lips. “Unlikely, but maybe we should compare just to check.”
Your laughed, “We will see, I’ll be right back.” You place a kiss on his cheek before rushing off to grab you own collection. Law watched you rush off smiling after you before looking down at his own collection of you. He may be obsessed with his partner, but his partner was just as obsessed with him too, and that made him happier than anything in his collection. He had one thing no one else could, you.
❤️🍖Monkey D. Luffy:
Luffy’s eyes darted across the crowded market, when he saw something unusual among the sea of hats, flags, and tiny pirate trinkets. A small, perfectly detailed plush caught his attention. Its big eyes, soft cheeks, and outfit made it instantly familiar. “…Hey! That looks like (Y/N)?” He mumbled, tilting his head.
Just as he leaned in to take a closer, another pirate reached for the plush at the same time. Luffy’s eyes widened before stretching out his hand and swiping the plush before the other pirate could lay his hands on it.
Luffy’s grin widened looking down at the plush version of you and without hesitation, he bolted through the crowd, clutching the plush against his chest. “HEY YOU DIDN”T PAY!” the stall keeper shouted, but he didn’t slow down. The chaos of market covered his trail as he made off with the plush of you.
By the time he returned to the ship, the other Straw Hats were gathered on deck, chatting about their own shopping. “Look what I got!” Luffy announced, holding up the plush triumphantly. “It’s (Y/N)!”
The crew collectively blinked, half curious and half confused. Luffy hugged it tight, bouncing with pride.
“You got merch of your own partner?” Usopp ask, shaking his head, while Zoro rolled his eyes.
Luffy just beamed. “Of course! They're the best! And now everyone knows it!” The Straw Hat ship rocked gently as the sun shone over the deck. Luffy sprinted across it, clutching a small plush to his chest like a prized treasure. “Look! Look! It’s (Y/N)!” he shouted, holding it high for everyone to see.
Zoro raised an eyebrow, leaning against the mast. “You stole merch of your girlfriend.”
“And I don’t regret it!” Luffy grinned. Before anyone could respond, Luffy was already setting up a tiny “training course” for the plush between barrels. He jumped over ropes, dodged imaginary cannonballs, and even tried to balance it on his head.
Sanji passed by, muttering under his breath, “Only Luffy could treat a plush like a real person.”
Just as Luffy attempted to launch the plush onto the sail, a shadow fell over him. “Luffy,” You stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, trying not to laugh. “Is that me?”
Luffy froze mid-motion, the plush still in his hands as he slowly turned toward you. His grin didn’t fade, if anything, it got wider. “Yeah! It’s you!” he said proudly, holding it up like he’d just found the greatest treasure in the world. “Look how tiny you are!”
You walked closer, eyeing the plush. It really was detailed; the outfit matched yours perfectly, even down to the little accessories. You reached out, poking its cheek lightly. “It’s kind of cute.”
“Right?!” Luffy lit up, clearly thrilled you approved. “I saw it and knew I had to have it!”
Nami crossed her arms from nearby, giving him a sharp look. “Had to have it? You mean stole it.”
Luffy shrugged without a shred of guilt. “Someone else was going to take it.!”
You sighed, shaking your head, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “So you got a plush of me because someone else was going to buy?”
“Yeah!” Luffy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You're my partner not theirs.” That caught you off guard for a second. Sanji, who had been listening in, immediately clutched his chest. “How can he say things like that so casually?!”
Zoro snorted. “Idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s saying.”
You laughed softly, “Thanks, Luffy. But next time” you leaned in slightly, kissing his forehead, “try paying for it.” Luffy beamed, hugging the plush tightly while giving you a kiss back. By the end of the day, Luffy had the plush strapped into a tiny hammock near the mast, narrating every little ship activity like it was an actual crew member.
❤️🗡️Red-Haired Shanks:
The first thing you noticed, after month long mission away, when you stepped into the deck on the Red Force was that it was unusually quiet. Which, honestly, was suspicious. Usually there was laughter, bottles rolling around, or at least the distant sound of someone arguing. But right now the ship seemed calm.
Too calm.
You wander further into the ship heading towards the captain’s quarters hoping to find your partner, excited to see after being apart for a month. Walking into the room you then you saw something was lying on Shanks’ bed.
“What?” You walked closer, your brain trying to catch up with what you were seeing. Because there was absolutely no way, your eyes had to be messing with you. But they weren’t. There, sitting right in the middle of the bed you shared with Shank’s was a body pillow. And printed across the entire thing was you.
You stared at it. Your face. Your clothes. Your smile. Someone had even drawn you in a slightly dramatic pose like some kind of poster model. You picked it up with both hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The door suddenly creaked open behind you and you turned. Standing there, completely frozen, was Shanks. For once in his life, the Yonko looked caught. His eyes flicked from you, to the pillow in your hands, and then back to you.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment just staring at eachother. Then you slowly lifted the pillow higher. “Shanks.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand. “Hey lover.”
You stared at him. “Why,” you said slowly, “do you have a body pillow with me on it?”
“Well,” he said casually, “you were gone for so long.”
You blinked. “That does not explain this.”
He stepped further into the room, glancing at the pillow like it had personally betrayed him. “It helps me sleep. I got used to having you in the bed.”
You stared. “You cuddle it?”
“Maybe.”
“You talk to it.”
“I do not talk to it.”
At that exact moment, a voice drifted in from outside the cabin. “Yeah, he does.” The door was suddenly shoved open wider as Lucky Roux leaned inside, like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. “He says goodnight to it every night.”
Shanks spun toward the door. “I do NOT!”
Another voice chimed in calmly from the hallway. “Told you they’d find it eventually.” Leaning against the doorway was Benn Beckman, cigarette in hand, looking deeply unsurprised.
You slowly turned back to Shanks. “Every night?”
Shanks pointed accusingly at the door. “They’re exaggerating.”
Lucky Roux grinned. “He tucks it in.”
“I DO NOT TUCK IT IN.”
You were trying, really trying, not to laugh. But then you noticed something and you flipped the pillow over. And froze again. “Shanks.”
“Yeah?”
“Why is the other side different.” He suddenly looked very interested in the ceiling.
The print on the back was another image of you. Except this one was much more dramatic.
You looked back at him slowly. “Is this a swimsuit version?” From the doorway, Lucky Roux burst out laughing.
“THAT ONE WAS LIMITED EDITION!” Shanks blurted defensively as he crossed his arms like he was completely justified. “They were almost sold out!”
You dropped onto the bed laughing. “You’re unbelievable.”
Shanks walked over and sat beside you, kissing you, “Well,” he said, grinning, “you’re here now.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So, you don’t need it anymore?”
He thought about that for exactly one second. “I’m keeping it.” You threw the pillow at his face. From outside the cabin, the crew erupted into laughter.
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