#buggy opla

[cashiedoodles]

Lawyer Buggy has entered the courtroom.

[0ynes]

CROSS GUILD IN LIVE ACTION LOOKING CRAZY HOT IN COSTUME

(live action will probably never get there but still!!)

[inthemoodforblastt]

It’d be great if every season had at least a Buggy gag, even if it’s just thirty seconds, because it honestly feels illegal to have Jeff Ward absolutely killing it every time he steps into the role and then not use him. Like, just give him ten seconds, let him show up, steal the scene, and disappear. I’d be perfectly happy with that.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Okay but how *do* Cross Guild react if they're cheated on??? Also I fw the anon going can't even imagine cheater as reader + crying about it. Genuine respect because me too babeh. How do they react to being cheated on? If it was before they met reader (in this AU where they let their walls down enough somehow someway because they're still human) how hard would reader have to fight and pull to help them trust and be comfortable again so they can feel loved?

Fuck, I gotta do full headcanons for this one, man.

Mihawk and Crocodile in particular would be heavily subjected to gold diggers. The type that look for a good time, for someone to spoil them rotten before they move on to better things. They're not easily manipulated necessarily, but with the right manipulation, they could easily be shattered.

And poor Buggy...ugh. It would take little more than validation and the false appearance of unconditional love to ruin him.

AGH I HATE THIS WHYYYY —

At least we have the novelty of reader picking up the pieces, but still, FUCK.

Betrayed

OPLA/One Piece! Mihawk, Crocodile, Buggy x AFAB!Reader SFW but still emotional, hurt/comfort adjacent I think Wordcount: 845ish ♫♬ Whiskey Saga ♬♫ — The Fratellis Well, here lies the remains of every girl I’ve loved The princesses of heaven and hell, who thought they knew me well

Mihawk

“I was wronged once. I won’t be making the same mistake again.”

She didn’t seem like she wanted anything beyond his love. At least not at first.

But, of course, she did.

And, of course, he was the one subjected to the consequences.

He’s already a chronic recluse — losing someone he legitimately cared about due to blatant betrayal will only reinforce that.

It’s going to make his walls even more difficult to breach.

No matter how intriguing he find you, he absolutely will not trust you.

It would likely take something as dramatic as stepping in front of a sword or a bullet to defend him, for him to reconsider his reservations.

Later, while he’s patching up your injuries, chiding you for being foolish, he dares to ask why the hell you would do something so stupid, considering he could have easily defended himself and you.

Your weak, pained response that you just didn’t want to see him getting hurt is the catalyst that breaks through the steel walls he’s surrounded himself with.

For you to be so concerned with his well-being that you would allow yourself to come to harm….

The thought of falling for anyone again is still a knife to the chest, but for you...it might actually be worth it.

He would still be careful, cautious, but you’d find him opening up far more.

And the next time you’re faced with any enemy that could pose a potential threat, he wholly intends to take the brunt of the damage himself.

Even if it means forfeiting his own life, he won’t ever again allow any harm to come to you.

“Though perhaps...it isn’t a mistake this time.”

Sir Crocodile

“You realize you’re nothing to me, don’t you?”

Oh, that woman.

He had given her everything, doted upon her, bought her every dress or piece of jewelry or expensive perfume she could ever desire.

And she had left him like this. Deceived, betrayed — and yet still, illogically in love.

It’s going to take a lot to recover from that.

He never should have let his guard down to begin with, after all. He should have known better. He’s a magnet for gold diggers — rich, powerful, influential. It’s not a mistake he intends to make again.

But then you show up.

So kind, so innocent, and oh so easily manipulated.

Yet that kindness, that innocence, is more than enough to bend him to your whim, rather than the other way around.

You’re just so...trusting, in spite of his reputation. You’re not afraid, regardless of the potential consequences of associating with him.

And you don’t want anything from him in return.

That’s...unusual.

You bring him little presents, things that make you think of him — exotically flavored cigars, hand-crafted figurines from vendors around Arabasta, a little plush bananawani you crocheted in your spare time.

You’re already precious to him before he even realizes he’s opened himself up to you.

And gods help anyone that dare consider harming his little princess.

“I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong — you’re a treasure to me.”

Buggy

“Yeah, whatever. You’re just here to take advantage, right?”

Except you’re not there to take advantage.

He’s used to betrayal, so used to it that it’s all but second nature to expect it. He’s been betrayed enough times to know better than to trust you.

He has a certain...weakness for accepting anyone that offers him too much kindness, a weakness he’s come to recognize intimately, one that makes it difficult for him to trust anyone at this point.

But you’re just...so kind. So mindlessly sweetly kind, and frankly how dare you.

How dare you be so kind.

You must have some other agenda. One that he’s determined to discover.

Yet no matter how hard he tries to expose your supposed treachery, he only finds...love. Adoration. Kindness and seemingly genuine affection.

WHAT THE HELL IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT??

How can he possibly trust you, after everything he’s been through?

The moment that changes it comes when he finally decides to confront you over your imagined treachery.

And you respond by ever-so-lightly booping his nose, giggling, and offering a response that makes his cheeks flush straight through that stark-white clown make-up —

You tell him you just think he’s cute.

You...what.

How dare you.

But also………….

Really?

But ALSO also—

You are his now, forever, and he will not be sharing.

“...I...may need to rethink some things.”

[sokamw]

Buggy x Reader

Sweet Jester (Hurt/Comfort)

Summary:

It’s a stormy day on the ocean.

Your mental state is in turmoil, as negative thoughts consume and make you anxious. That’s, until Buggy comes to your rescue and comforts you. <3

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“I’m the happiest clown in the world, because I have you” he said, touching the tip of your nose with his finger in a playful manner, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“And this means all of you, my silly star.”

Warnings: angst, hurt, panic attack, self-hatred, anxiety, mental health problems

Enjoy some hurt and comfort with Buggy on a stormy day at the Big Top <3

You can also access this story on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82341586

Every now and then, a sharp flicker of light washed Captain Buggy’s personal cabin in a shimmery glow through the porthole. The weather was gloomy as the great and showy Big Top sailed over the open sea.

The crew was on high alert.

They weren’t only juggling balls but also many tasks as Buggy hurled clear instructions at them to set sail for the Karai Bari Island.

Each strike of lightning through the cluster of angry and dark clouds caused the artsy tinted windows of Buggy’s quarters to radiate red and green hues of illumination. It almost looked like a carnival show was playing outside.

You didn’t flinch at the sudden roar of thunder as you sat on the floor beside the bed hurled up into a ball, your knees drawn up all the way to your face.

Even as the ship swayed while a big wave crashed into the main deck, followed by Buggy screaming orders at his crew and the response of “Ai Ai Captain!” you didn’t worry.

You knew that you and everyone else on this ship were in good hands as long as Buggy was in charge.

He was throwing around orders and ushering around his men all day long, preoccupied with planning a flashy arrival and making sure they were on their time schedule, since they suddenly encountered this storm.

This left little room for him to check up on you, drowned by his many captain’s duties.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so productive today. Which wasn’t an issue since it was your day off. But this free time caused you to drown in your own thoughts.

Another bolt bathed the room in colorful hues followed closely by the rumble of thunder. Again you didn’t flinch, engulfed by your own thoughts brewing inside your head. It rather felt like a fleeting distraction comforting you in a strange way. But the relief was short-lived as another wave of unsettling thoughts crashed into your mind. It felt like you were being crushed agonizingly slow by your mental turmoil.

These feelings were making you restless all day long. Nothing seemed to soothe this deep ache in your heart which led to you recoiling in the captain’s quarters. On top of that, your heart seemed to want to break a rib with how fast it was beating, while your nerves seemed to scream inside your body. This anxiety was eating you alive as you trembled and suffered in your misery.

You buried your face deeper into your drawn-up knees as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, suppressing a whimper while your feelings overwhelmed you.

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Suddenly the door to the captain’s quarters flew open, but there was no person at the door frame. Only a gloved hand was holding the handle as Buggy yelled at his men to “secure down the hatches!” and “Cabaji make sure that giant cat isn’t roaming around in this tornado!”

The cold air tasting of salt breached the threshold, but before it could reach you, Buggy appeared at the doorway.

“Whew - this storm really knows how to knock a clown off his feet.“ he remarked, as the rest of his body reconnected with his detached hand.

But his movements abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on your curled up figure, a worried frown setting into his clown-painted face.

“Toots? What’s going on?”

You didn’t respond. He wasn’t even sure if you registered his presence.

He noticed how you were slightly trembling.

“Hey- ”

He called out your name, but you only huddled up more, hiding your face behind your knees.

Buggy’s worry reached another level as he gulped heavily. His still drenched clothes were dripping and forming a small puddle at the entrance. He entered the room and gently closed the door as he began taking off his coat. The usually fluffy fur at the hem was completely soaked. As he began taking off his captain’s hat, he hung them over the nearest chair and removed his boots at the entrance.

Buggy slowly dragged his feet along the wooden floor to approach you and kneeled in front of your trembling figure,

his eyes roaming over your sunken form.

“It’s okay, my dear.” he said, slowly taking off his white gloves and throwing them aside. His silly demeanor was gone, leaving a serious but gentle look on his face. He mustered you for a moment with soft and worried eyes, as he slowly placed a gentle hand on your upper arm.

You flinched at his touch but didn’t recoil from it. “Hey, I’m here for you.” he whispered tenderly, moving his hand to your head and holding it in a soothing manner.

“Hey look at me, sugar.”

He carefully moved his hand to tilt your chin up with his ungloved fingers. The warmth of his touch on your skin soothed you and momentarily grounded you to the presence. It grounded you to him - Buggy.

Your eyes landed on that face you loved so dearly. His eye makeup was smudged from crashing waves and his beautiful blue hair was dripping. You wished you could admire that face like you always did but you still felt so uncomfortably anxious, your ribcage was heaving.

“Try matching your breaths to mine, my dear” he gently instructed. His eyes momentarily flickered to your lips as he deepened his intakes and breathed out slowly, coaching you to mimic him.

Your absent mind tried focusing on his instructions and mimicking him in a pitiful shaky breath.

“Just like that sweets, you’re doing great.” he encouraged, giving you a warm smile as you channeled your focus solely on him and your breathing.

After calming your body down to the best of your abilities, you finally relaxed enough to lock your gaze with his eyes instead of red-painted lips.

The look you found was of pure adoration mixed with deep concern. “There you are, silly,” he remarked with a goofy smile to lighten you up. “You worried your ol’ clown here.” he grinned playfully.

“Hey Bugs,” you sighed, your voice slightly cracking from today’s underuse. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, your gaze lowering.

At that he put on an over-the-top offended face in his true Buggy fashion as he immediately protested “Sorry? No, no my dummie, honey bunny, sweetie pie! How dare my dearest crew member hide her can of worms from her flashy captain. None of that ‘sorry-nonsense’”.

He voiced out in an exaggerated, theatrical manner, his hands flying here and there to emphasize his seriousness. “I’m here for you, so do NOT apologize.” he stated with complete determination in his eyes as his gaze softened.

“So, what was brewing inside that flashy head of yours, my star” he asked, nudging your temple with his pointy finger lightly.

You gingerly smiled at his antics, which was replaced with an exhausted expression as you tried to find the words and express the cause of your distress.

Buggy didn’t rush you, letting you take your time to sort out your thoughts.

“It’s just-“ you desperately tried finding the right words to express your brewing thoughts, which felt impossible right now.

“Ugh, I just…

I feel so disgusting!” you exasperatedly burst out, starting out with the most prominent thoughts.

“I hate myself!” you frustratingly cried out.

“I- I don’t know what got me to this point in my life,…” you stammered, rambling about your most aggressive thoughts.

“But I definitely feel undeserving of everything positive in it.” The look in your eyes grew distant, as you rambled about your feelings.

“I can’t shake this heavy blanket of sadness and misery off me, and I’m wasting everyone’s time and energy with my baggage. I just… can’t seem to function like everybody else! Like a normal human! Why?

Just- why am I like this? I’m not sure how much longer you can take this burden… I’m scared, but nevertheless feel like…

I would deserve such faith - to be cast aside - and just… lose the people I love.”

Your trembling hands clenched into tight fists.

“I can’t take this inner conflict anymore-“ your glassy eyes found Buggy’s as you suppressed another pitiful whimper.

“I feel like I’m being torn apart between drowning in self-pity and… feeling like I deserve every ounce of misery I’m in - and I’m never going to escape this cycle.” you mumbled, turning your gaze down. Your eyes lost focus again, as you felt another wave of ugly thoughts threatening to take you over and under its spell.

But before you could drown, you felt Buggy’s warm hand engulf your trembling fist. His touch was gentle as he unclenched it and caressed it with both of his hands, his warmth spreading into your palm, and securing your trembling hand.

Buggy’s gaze roamed over you, his eyes carrying deep worry and love as his heart broke at seeing you suffer so much.

“Oh Baby,” Buggy softly whispered, scooting closer to wrap his strong arms around your figure. His right hand moved atop your head, petting it lovingly.

You nestled your face in the crook of his neck, engulfed by his warmth and melting in his embrace as you let fresh tears fall.

“Shh, it’s okay precious,” he whispered, gently rocking you back and forth. You felt yourself melting in his embrace, finding comfort in his strong arms. His scent of face paint and gunpowder, with the note of sea salt and something sweet engulfed you, soothing you.

“Oh honey, my dearest treasure“ he breathed out, as he kept rocking you both back and forth.

“I’ts okay” he softly shushed you.

“Your clown is here now, nothing will hurt you” he reassured you, giving the top of your head a soft kiss.

Your tears calmed down after a while and your exhausted body slumped further into Buggy.

He stopped rocking your bodys and gently pulled your face up to wipe your tear-streaked face with his thumbs.

His eyes carried so much empathy. “You aren’t a burden. You’re everything to me, honey” Buggy said with pure adoration, his eyes becoming glossy.

“I’m the happiest clown in the world, because I have you” he said, touching the tip of your nose with his finger in a playful manner, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“And this means all of you, my silly star. You’re enough as you are and deserve the world. I know these ugly thoughts can get loud, but I’ll always be here to remind you,” he rasped out confidently.

“I’ll always be here for you and this won’t change, even if the whole Grand Line tries to separate us,” he dramatically exclaimed.

“Don’t ever think that you’re a burden to me.

You.are.never.”

Your heart felt so full at his words, making you feel so loved. “Thank you Buggy,” you sniffed.

He grinned widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners, giving you his signature Buggy-grin. “Of course, my flashy love. I’m sorry you’re feeling like that, and I’ll do everything in my power to change that. But promise me one thing” he said.

“Yes?” you asked, loosing yourself in his eyes.

“Don’t fight this alone. Don’t hesitate to call for me. We’ll overcome this together, as the flashy couple we are” he grinned.

You felt the corners of your mouth moving upwards, forming an honest smile.

“I promise,” you said, feeling so much lighter at his words.

“That’s my star!” he excitingly said, giving your cheek a big kiss.

As he slowly pulled away, he halted, a frown forming on his face.

“Hey what’s that in your ear, toots?” He asked, his detached hand flying behind your head.

In a matter of seconds, he smoothly took out a piece of wrapped candy “out of your ear”, his eyes opening widely, eyebrows raising as his lower jaw dropped open in an exaggeratedly surprised expression on his painted face.

“Oh- What do we have here? Looks like your favourite piece of candy. That’s really fitting for such a sweetie pie to have that in her ear,” he giggled, swaying the candy in front of your face.

You broke out in a fit of laughter at his old clown trick, your face crinkling as happy sounds bubbled out of you.

“You’re so cute when you laugh like that,” he admired “looks like I have to fish more candy out of your ear,” he joked, ‘taking out’ another piece of candy, he probably took out of his pocket earlier.

A deep blush crept into your face at his comment.

You snatched the first piece of candy out of his grasp, giggling. “Oh my- I’ve been searching for this, you know?” you joked with him, feeling giddy.

“Welp, good that I found it for you toots. Wanna share candy with your flashy clown and cuddle?” He cooed in a convincing manner, as if he would need to ask twice.

“I would love nothing more than that, Buggy”

He picked you up in his arms, and you shared the rest of the evening together, blissfully happy under the calming thunderstorm.

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Thank you sm for reading!

[caniplsgohomenow]

Flashy and (NOT) Lovely

Crossposted from Ao3

Fanfic Masterlist

Warnings: Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Buggy had a Rough Day, Soft Buggy, Reader is the crew’s sailmaker, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sappy Pet Names, Kissing, Shoulder Massages, Cookies

Summary: After a rough day on the stormy seas, you decide to pamper and spoil Buggy in hopes of lifting his spirits. Sappiness and cuddles ensue.

Characters/Relationships: Buggy/Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 3.4k

A/N: Marineford utterly destroyed me, so I wrote some domestic fluff to make myself feel better!! Not a super fleshed-out story, but just enough to get me to stop ugly crying over One Piece lmao. Hope you enjoy!!

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“Lovely” was not a word often used to describe your partner. His crew would sooner label him many other things— brash, temperamental, arrogant, and maybe even calculating, when he so desired to be. Never lovely, though.

That was reserved just for you, his special star. He had been over the moon to announce your relationship to the crew, and he was not at all shy in his affections. Your kisses in particular were like a drug to Buggy, one that he would never be able to quit. He took every chance he could to kiss you, frequently detaching his head and sending it your direction for a quick peck as he passed by. The crew saw it constantly, turning to address him only to find him headless. They would frequently find him missing a hand as well, only to later spot it holding yours tight. He especially loved doing that during meetings and meal times.

You wondered to yourself if he had some kind of secret exhibitionist kink or something, because he seemed even more forward in his affections when others were around. The sight of anyone else ogling you was more than enough for him to pull you close, capturing your lips in a heated kiss for all to see. One hand would busy itself with roaming your body, squeezing every curve appreciatively while his other hand flipped off the idiot who dared to look at his beloved. Whether it was exhibitionism, jealousy, or just Buggy being his usual dramatic and flashy self, you didn’t mind the extra attention one bit.

You were proud to call him your man, and you loved him as much as the sky was blue.

As forward as he was around others, you saw a completely different side of him in the privacy of your bedroom. The cocky man the crew saw dissolved into a needy mess when it was just the two of you, eager to be spoiled and pampered. You loved brushing his hair, running your fingers through the silky blue strands and massaging his scalp. He made the sweetest little noises when you did that, melting into your arms with a blissful grin.

You loved most of all when you could kiss him in private. The stresses of a long day on the seas melted away when you pressed your lips to his, finally alone and able to unwind. He would quite literally fall to pieces right into your lap, his head cradled in your hands while the rest of him would practically try to fit into your clothes with you in an effort to be closer. There was no better feeling than watching him flush red as you whispered sweet nothings against his lips, each soft declaration of love rendering him a flustered mess. He would push back at first, insisting that “the Great Captain Buggy is not cute or lovely.” Then he would begin to bask in your praise, urging you to continue and complaining that “no one else understands my greatness like you do.” Finally, he would grow quiet or shut you up with a kiss, too overwhelmed to put on the high-and-mighty mask he wore so often.

Tonight was a bit different, though.

It had started as usual, with you waiting on him to come to your shared quarters at the end of the day. Today had been long and draining thanks to an unexpected storm cutting rehearsals short. It was a miracle that the stilt-walkers didn’t tumble overboard or that the sword-swallowers didn’t cut their throats open as the ship rocked, the harsh waves crashing against the hull while thunder rumbled in the darkening sky. Buggy took the reins the moment the storm hit, barking orders and rushing around to keep the Big Top from capsizing. If you hadn’t been so busy pulling the sails up and ensuring you’d live to see another day, you certainly would have been admiring how hot your lover looked when he was in full-on captain mode.

The entire crew was exhausted and soaked to the bone by the time the storm passed, but at least you were alive to complain about it. As soon as he caught sight of you, Buggy had urged you to go and dry off while he made sure the rest of the ship was in order. Being the captain’s partner sure had its perks— you couldn’t help but grin all the way back to your spacious room complete with a big, comfy bed and plenty of privacy to change into some dry clothes.

But here you were now, dried off and still all alone. You had taken your time too, but Buggy still wasn’t back. The storm must have been worse than you thought. You quickly set to work with tidying the room a bit, a small act to make his life a little easier for his return. The bed is made and the pillows are fluffed, the haphazard pile of maps on his desk neatly tucked away for later.

Still, nothing.

You almost start to worry before the door dramatically slams open to reveal your one and only, just as soaked as you had been earlier. His makeup is running down his sneering expression and his pigtails flop pitifully from his hat, making him look more like a drenched cat than a fearsome pirate captain. He stomps into the room with a groan and slams the door shut behind him, and you offer your most patient smile. “Hey, Bug.” You greet gently, and he glances at you for only a moment before stomping his way to his wardrobe with a soft grunt of acknowledgement. The way his gloved hand comes to rest on his temple tells you everything to know. He’s got a headache after all the chaos, and understandably so, so you offer your support in the best way you can.

“I’ll be right back, ‘kay? Go ahead and get dried off.” Your voice is soft as you step toward the door, waiting for him to nod in acknowledgement before leaving the room to give him some privacy. Poor thing. You hated that he was feeling so rough— a bit of pampering was in order to ease his foul mood. You hurry to the kitchen while he gets dried off and changed, grabbing some painkillers and water along the way.

The kitchen is empty, you’re pleasantly surprised to find out, so you don’t have to sneak around when you reach into the back of a cabinet and pull out a small bag. You had been lucky enough to run across a nice bakery in the last village the crew had ransacked, and the owner was ever so gracious enough to discreetly fill a bag with cookies after you’d threatened to burn their beloved establishment to the ground. That bag snuck its way to a secret spot in the kitchen just for you, but tonight’s occasion warranted some sharing. Buggy would surely be pleased to find a sweet treat waiting on him, especially with everything else you had planned.

Now it was time to set it all in motion.

☆彡

“Buggy, my love?” You call softly, slowly creaking the door open to enter your shared quarters. You can hear a muffled grunt in response, and you smile softly when you see that he’s sprawled out on the bed with his face buried in a pillow, hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing only a pair of boxers with hearts all over them. So much of you wanted to pull him close and coo sweet nothings to him right away, but you needed to address that headache of his first. “I brought you some medicine,” you continue, shutting the door behind you before taking a seat next to him on the bed. “Some water, too. C’mon, love.” When he doesn’t reply, you set the cookies on the nearby nightstand and reach out to gently rub his shoulders.

Buggy groans as your hand slides over the warm flesh of his shoulders and upper back, coaxing him to roll over, sit up, and take the painkillers from your hand. He looks utterly exhausted, and you try your hardest to keep it casual for now as you offer him the water. Any doting right now could easily be misconstrued as pity thanks to his headache, so you’d have to wait until he was back to his usual flashy self to get sappy. He’s quick to knock back the medicine and gulp down some of the water, but he doesn’t immediately lie back down. Instead, he leans his head against your shoulder with a soft sigh.

You’re unable to hide the loving smile that crosses your lips— how lucky you are, to be his and to have him as yours. “Wanna cuddle while the meds kick in?” You offer, and he answers by pulling you down with him as he lays back on the pillows. You chuckle, happily snuggling up to him and allowing him to rest his head on your chest. He quickly tangles his limbs with yours, tossing a leg over your hip while his arms wrap around you and keep you close, and you pull the blanket up over the two of you. A comfortable silence falls over the room as he nuzzles into you, content to quietly share your warmth beneath the covers for a while.

☆彡

“Starlight?”

Buggy’s voice is low and drowsy as he softly calls for you. You yawn and blink the sleep away from your eyes— the two of you must have drifted off.

“Yes, honey?” You reply, yawning again.

He’s quiet for a moment, then you feel Buggy bury his face in your chest again. “…Was just seein’ if you were awake.” You chuckle, gently threading your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take a genius to know that his words meant “I want to spend time with you.” Luckily for him, you’re more than happy to oblige.

Your fingers gently massage his scalp, earning you a pleased sigh from him. “How’s your head?” You ask, testing the waters. When he smiles, you know that it’s time to put your little plan into action.

“Better,” he replies with a cocky grin, “as if a mere headache could take down the Buggy the Clown.” You smile back, deciding not to mention his less-than pleasant demeanor before the painkillers and snuggles. He was too cute. “Buuuuut,” he continues, snipping off a hand to float into your line of sight, “I’d be even better with one of those.” He points to the cookies on the nightstand, and you roll your eyes as your smile widens.

“Of course you would.” You tease, reaching to grab the bag. He huffs petulantly at that, trying and failing to snatch the bag from you.

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

You laugh, pushing him off of you and rolling out of bed. The bag of cookies is still tightly in your grasp, and you dangle it smugly in front of you while Buggy groans. “It doesn’t mean a thing, Love-Bug. Now lay on your stomach. You can have these after you follow my instructions.” He looks as though he wants to argue at first, but another glance at the cookies has Buggy obediently moving to do as you say. He looks mildly irritated as he looks back at you from his place on his stomach, rolling his eyes at your triumphant grin. “There’s a good jester.” You chuckle, taking a cookie out of the bag and handing it to him.

He scoffs as he snatches the cookie from your hand. “‘Good jester?’ I’m not some pet, y’know.”

“Oh, my bad.” You reply teasingly, crawling back onto the bed. “Would a massage make up for my insolence, oh brave and fearless captain of mine?” You position yourself right next to him, your hands already sliding up his back toward his tense shoulders.

He grins immediately, pleased to have his ego stroked. “A massage, hm? Coming from a pretty thing like you, I’d be insane to say no.” As soon as he gives his permission, he takes a bite of the cookie and your hands begin to move. Working with clothing and sails makes it easy for your dextrous hands to work out the knots in his shoulders, earning you a pleased groan from Buggy. “You’re not so bad at this,” he praises through a mouthful of cookie, “maybe I should get a new sailmaker and promote you to my personal masseuse.”You scoff playfully in reply, giving him a quick pinch between the shoulder blades. “Gah! Joking, joking!” He yelps, and you laugh before returning to massaging him.

“You can just ask for more massages, babe.” He merely huffs in reply and shoves the rest of the cookie into his mouth. “So,” you change the subject, “wanna tell me about your day?”

At that, he bristles and lets out an exaggerated sound of displeasure. There’s a brief pause as he swallows, then the ranting begins.

“My day? My day? It sure as hell would’ve been a lot better if our navigator actually did their job! I walk out of a meeting to see that we’re headed straight into a storm!” His voice gets louder as he riles himself up, his shoulders tensing even more. “How do you get that close without realizing we need to change course?!”

You smile patiently, guiding him back to relaxation as your hands diligently work over his shoulders. “I was wondering why we were smack-dab in the middle of it. Sounds like they need a stern talking-to.”

“Oh, they’ll get much more than a talking-to. They should thank their lucky stars I haven’t already flashily tossed their ass overboard! That storm ruined my makeup!” He gestures wildly to his now-bare face with a scoff.

You have to hold back a snicker at the thought that he was more upset over ruined makeup than the storm itself. “Mhm. They’ll learn their lesson once you’re done with them, I’m sure.”

His scowl turns into a cocky grin as he nods, pointing his thumb at himself. “Of course they will, sweet thing. And if they don’t, I’ll just get a new navigator.”

“Of course, baby. Anything else happen today?” Buggy thinks for a moment, letting out a pleased sigh as you finally work out a particularly stubborn knot.

“Hmm…” He hums, popping off one hand to snatch another cookie from the bag. “Y’know, now that you mention it, I’ll have to deal with Mohji, too. Did you hear what he said today?”

You cock your head. “Yeah, what about it?” You glance over to where Buggy’s newest pair of flashy shoes sits, glittering bright red with golden laces. Mohji had been less than polite about his opinion on them, from what you had heard. Buggy had poorly applied the glitter himself, according to the beast tamer, which explained the specks of red glitter you had been finding all over the ship this past week.

“What about it? He was insulting my nose! He called it a garish red abomination! If we hadn’t been so focused on the damned storm, I would have wrung his neck!”

You sigh. As much as you adored him, Buggy truly had a horrible case of selective hearing. It often resulted in him hurting his own feelings over something that was never said in the first place, which made mentioning anything related to the color red a balancing act. It was funny at times, but the underlying insecurity always made your heart ache for him. “Love-Bug, you don’t think maybe he was talking about, I dunno… your new shoes, perhaps?”

Buggy “hmph”s before taking another bite. He’s quiet as he chews, and you wonder if maybe he’s taking your words into consideration before he blows up again. “Even if it was about my shoes, that’s no better! My shoes are flashy and perfect!” He huffs. “No one appreciates my artistic vision. Except you, maybe.”

You roll your eyes lovingly. “Thanks, Bug. And I’m sure Mohji was just messing with you— it’d be odd for him to comment on some clown shoes when he lives on a circus-themed ship.” Your reasoning seems to be enough to ease Buggy’s temper, and he nods in agreement.

“Fair point.” He clicks his tongue with mild irritation, letting out another huff. “Wouldn’t kill him to show some gratitude, though. It takes a lot of work to maintain our flashy theme!”

You chuckle at his complaint, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “No one works harder than you to keep our crew flashy and functional, Captain.” He beams at your praise.

“Damn straight!”

His signature laugh bubbles from his chest, loud and silly and perfect. When his laughter fades, there’s a brief pause. He fidgets with the cookie in his hand and his cheeks flush ever so slightly, his gaze darting around the room. Then, ever so slowly, he turns to finally look at you. His eyes don’t meet yours for more than a few moments at a time, and he clears his throat softly to get your attention.

“…Thanks for always listening to me, starlight. And for understanding, even when other people don’t.”

Your heart melts. “Aw, honey…” You coo, and he grumbles as he turns his head away again. His attempt to hide is futile, however, quickly foiled by your hands abandoning his shoulders in favor of grabbing his head and popping it off of his neck. The soft noise of surprise he makes is silenced when you press your mouth to his in a sweet kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against his lips. He’s bright red by the time you break the kiss, and you peck his lips one more time before putting his head back where it belongs. “Anything for my lovely clown.”

Buggy immediately begins to sputter, hiding his flushed face from your adoring gaze. “I am not lovely!” He argues, “I’m flashy! And fearsome!”

You giggle and lean down, throughly pleased by the way he shudders when your breath ghosts over his ear. “I dunno, honey… you’re pretty lovely to me.” You don’t miss the small whine that catches in his throat when you take his hands in yours, bringing each one to your lips to pepper them in kisses. You take your time, allowing your lips to brush over both palms, each finger, and every knuckle. “Your hands are quite lovely…” You trail your lips up his arm next, “and so are your strong arms. Roll over for me?”He obeys immediately, reduced to putty in your hands in record time. Now that he’s lying on his back, you take a quick moment to appreciate the view before continuing to shower him with kisses.

Your lips find his shoulders, then his neck. “Your shoulders and your neck are lovely, too.” His cheeks are next, hot and red as you kiss each one. “And how could I forget about your lovely face? Especially…” You smile and gently kiss his nose, “your perfect nose,” then your lips meet his with a final, lingering kiss. “And your oh-so-kissable lips.”

“Okay, okay!” Buggy finally yelps, his voice high and flustered as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down against him. You can’t help but laugh at how flushed he is, and he huffs petulantly before burying his face against you. “I’ll have you know,” his arms tighten around you, “flattery isn’t enough to make me hand over the rest of my cookie.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah? It’s not flattery if it’s the truth, Love-Bug. And,” you pluck the bag of remaining cookies from the nightstand and place it in his hand, “I don’t need cookies when I have you right here. Just as sweet, and ten times more delicious.” You shoot him a salacious wink, and he becomes even more of a mess.

His cheeks match the hue of his nose by now and he scoffs, a poor attempt to mask how utterly wrecked your simple affection has left him. He opens his mouth to give a witty retort, but nothing comes out aside from a little noise that’s equal parts adorable and amusing. He finally manages on his second try, “…You’re so sappy.”

“Perhaps,” you reply with a grin, “but you love it.”

He shoves a cookie into your hand with a fake-grumpy huff.

“Yeah, yeah… Love you, starlight.”

You beam and snuggle into him, pleased that your little plan to spoil him ended in success.

“Love you too, Buggy.”

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He’s hypnotising you

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You were supposed to marry a prince. Instead, on the morning of your wedding, you were kidnapped from your fairytale kingdom and stolen out to sea before the vows could be spoken. Raised in a land devoted to song, where your voice carries old magic tied to your bloodline, you have spent your whole life believing love would arrive beautifully, cleanly, and exactly on time. But when a clown pirate captain hijacks the ship carrying you away, everything you thought you knew about destiny begins to unravel. Buggy is loud, vain, dangerous, impossible, and nothing like the man you were meant to love. He is also the one who sees you when the music stops.

1. The First Song

2. The Island That Sings

3. A Kingdom in Chorus

4. A Prince at Dawn

5. Courtship in a Day

6. Before the Bells

7. No Princely Rescues (Part 1)

7. No Princely Rescues (Part 2)

8. Thirty Million to Start

9. A Princess and A Menace

10. The Things You Name in the Dark

11. Birds, Rats, and Bad Judgment

12. A Terrible Idea

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