Thanks to hindsight and Jeff’s understanding of Buggy’s backstory as a whole opla!Buggy, even with him not living to his full potential as a pirate, Feels like he was raised by the most dangerous motherfuckers on the Blues
The way he talks, they way he presents himself, the feeling of danger and menace he casually exudes even when he is the funniest shithead around
There is a cloak of melancholy to him, yes, and he is such a pathetic wet cat that it’s incredible that he is still alive to keep on sulking about Shanks but there is also an aura of “I was raised by men who killed another with their teeth in front of me when I was seven bitch do not fuck with me” that he could only acquire inside the welcoming wood walls of the Oro Jackson
Sometimes little Buggy just tries to hide from Shanks. Every now and then he gets mentally exhausted and needs some time alone. Especially as he gets a little older—he starts needing a bit more personal space, even though they're already together 24/7.
No matter how hard he tries, Shanks always finds him. Until one day, Buggy decides to hide with the captain.
While the captain is sitting cross-legged on the floor, Buggy climbs into his lap and quietly asks:
"Captain... please hide me."
Hearing Shanks calling Buggy's name, Roger immediately understands what's going on. He simply lifts his cloak and hides Buggy underneath it, tucking him safely against his side.
Shanks: Captain, have you seen Buggy?
Roger: Nope. Try the treasure room. Maybe he's there... or in the kitchen.
Shanks: I already checked! He's not there! >:[
Roger: Did you look in the storage room?
Shanks: Of course!
Roger: Did you really look? It's a pretty big storage room.
Shanks hesitates for a moment before deciding to check the storage room—and every place Roger mentioned—one more time.
As soon as his footsteps fade away, Roger quietly whispers,
"...He's gone."
A relieved sigh comes from beneath the captain's cloak.
Roger sighs to himself, realizing that he probably needs to do something about this situation.
Whether he actually will... is another question entirely )
In my mind I believe fem!buggy would be the worse amalgamation of the original circumstances he had as man and add up the woes of being a woman specially in a world as One Piece, you end up with a girl who was raised only by men with questionable treatment of women, and the women she met either being the worse women alive (Big Mom) or somehow having doing questionable things for men they loved (I mean the whole Gloriossa’s fiasco and Shakky albeit being the most beautiful woman alive having to settle with sharing Rayleigh with others and albeit we don’t have the whole context of their relationship or marriage it does give ‘open relationship’ vibes).
My thing has always been the Roger Pirates failed both Buggy and Shanks, in different ways, but still a whole mess. And with a fem!buggy? Honey, you got a storm coming! Girly pop decided to be a bitch for life, disowned herself from the family and go full not contact!
Fem!Buggy going full “bitch for life” and no-contact mode is tragically hilarious and painfully in-character.
Let’s say in this AU, she really does become the ultimate storm of unresolved trauma wrapped in flashy makeup and dramatic flair. Raised on a ship full of rowdy pirate men who treat “women” like either rare treasures, crewmates, or occasional complications?
Yeah, that messes her up.
Add the canon Buggy insecurity, the red-nose bullying, and watching the women around her (Big Mom’s whole deal, Shakky’s complicated situation with Rayleigh, Gloriosa hounding down Roger, etc .) and you get a girl who decides: “Fine. If the world’s going to be this ridiculous, I’ll be the most dramatic, untouchable, flashy bitch it’s ever seen.”
She starts throwing herself into over-the-top femininity as both armor and weapon. Perfect makeup, flowing hair, killer outfits, but paired with the same explosive temper and “I don’t need anyone” energy cranked to 11.
The Roger Pirates’ dysfunction hits her harder: feeling like the token girl who was never fully “one of the boys” but also not treated like the women either. Or maybe treated like a treasure that should not be touched therefore unknowingly ignoring her wants and needs.
So, post-Roger’s execution, She dips.
Fem!Buggy, years later, dramatically flipping her hair while surrounded by her own flashy crew: “Those idiots? The red-haired moron and his crew of man-children? Don’t even mention them around me! They are Disowned. No contact. I am my own legend now. And if there is any sign of that red haired bastard, if he shows up I’ll chop him into confetti.”
Shanks, still hopelessly in love, showing up anyway with sake and that dumb grin: C’mon Buggy… our crew misses you. I miss you.”
Fem!Buggy, Tsundere to the max, throwing a knife near his head: “Too bad! Tell the ‘family’ I said they can sail into a storm. I’m thriving without their flashy failures!”
Deep down she’s still a mess, lonely, angry, and secretly replaying every moment on the Oro Jackson. But she’s committed to the bit. The no-contact era is legendary in pirate circles: “Don’t mention the Roger Pirates around her unless you want your ship turned into a circus of exploding makeup and flying body parts.”
It makes any eventual reunion (especially with Shanks) chef’s kiss levels of angst-to-fluff potential. She’s not just Buggy with boobs, she’s Buggy who got kicked twice as hard by the world and decided to kick back in heels.
So let’s hear you guys opinion!
What do you think her “bitch era” crew looks like?
Or how badly does Shanks have to grovel to break the no-contact streak? 😏
Watching a youtuber whos reacting to One Piece for the first time. They've reached Sabaody and met Rayleigh.
But they're shit at names (thought Laboon was Lagoon for hundreds of episodes)
They pronounce Rayleigh as 'Raylah', and it my mind instantly thinks, "Oh my god. My Raylah 😭"
Now, all I can think is Roger and Gaban holding each other as they cry their eyes out, shouting, "My Raylah! Oh, my Raylah," and Rayleigh in the foreground with the most "these mfs" look on his face that anyone has ever seen 🤣
This would be a thing the crew of the Oro does to one another, to be asses to each other. Someone stranger would have mispronounced one of their names once it once and it grew into a thing.
Rayleigh is the only mature one, and he gets it the most, for being a prick.
I think i've found possibly first mention/visual hint about Water 7 -
Galley-La shipwrights, with a logo of a ship!!
if the way s2 was mixing Garp and Roger's speeches that actually happened in later arcs, I hope they could follow that in s3 with flashbacks to Roger's ship - which was build by Tom, Franky's mentor at Water 7.
and there was actually one tavern in Logue Town in 2x1, where I noticed this sign - Oro Jackson - the name of Roger's ship!
[ What if Shamrock found a way to travel through the abyss and met Shanks alongside the other Roger Pirates? ] ✨
✧˖°. Headcanons ✧˖°.
• The first time Shamrock appeared on an island right before the Roger Pirates set sail, he was feeling a little apprehensive, almost scared, to finally meet his brother. He wondered if Shanks even knew of his existence, and if he did, why hadn’t he tried to contact him? Surely pirates knew how to write letters.
Fears aside, Shamrock snuck onto the Oro Jackson while it was docked at the port. He climbed on, swung over the railing and hid behind a few barrels, observing his 'enemies' as they returned to the ship with chests full of gold. Most likely stolen from the commoners who were supposed to sacrifice their riches to the Celestials.
Thieves!
Shamrock heard a man with black hair and a thick mustache laugh obscenely loud, he must’ve been drunk. Another pirate followed him, wearing sunglasses, his hair was unkempt and he wielded an axe in one hand. With the other one he was dragging a blue haired brat up on deck. The boy had a strange red nose and was purposely making it harder for the older man to walk.
"Come on, Buggy! You can’t be upset all day," he teased him, which the boy clearly didn’t appreciate.
"I bet he'll stop pouting when it’s dinner time!" The mustache man added and the entire crew laughed.
Shamrock heard his stomach grovel, he hadn’t been allowed to eat this morning because he slipped up pretty badly during last night’s training. It was only fair that he was punished, how else would he grow into a good knight? He ignored the emptiness in his stomach and peeked out of his hiding spot to find what he was truly looking for.
"It's all Shanks' fault anyways!" The blue haired boy, Buggy, insisted and Shamrock immediately perked up at the mention of his twin's name.
Then he appeared, like a dream come true, a living and breathing fata morgana, a lanky boy with freckles and red-hair. A child-sized sword dangled from his left hip, his skin was sun-kissed and much darker than Shamrock’s, that was the first difference he noticed. He looked down at his own hands, pale but not entirely soft, his training had hardened him.
"Nuh uh! Not true, take that back!" Those were the first words Shamrock ever heard from his twin, spoken in a voice that sounded eerily similar to his own.
"Make me!" Buggy argued childishly, he would’ve pounced on Shanks if the older man wasn’t dragging him away.
"Enough!" A blond man cut them both off and the boys instantly shut their mouths, he must have been in charge around here. Maybe the Captain of the ship?
Shamrock would have enjoyed to watch his brother from afar for a while longer, but shortly after the ship left the port, someone grabbed him by his collar like a misbehaved kitten and pulled him out of his hiding spot.
"Hey, Captain! Looks like we have a stowaway on board!" The pirate hollered and to Shamrock's shame, the rest of the crew came running towards them.
"Let me down, you filthy mortal! Don’t you dare hurt me or I will have you executed!" Shamrock yelled at him in his panic.
When the clouds were blown aside by the wind and the sun caught in his crimson hair, the Roger pirates all couldn’t believe their eyes as they gazed upon the screaming boy who looked so much like the baby they had saved, their Child of Fate.
"Those are some mighty big words for a brat who sneaked onto our ship," the man with sunglasses grinned at him madly, but his smile subsided when he caught those red eyes glaring back at him, furious but familiar.
"What’s wrong?" The mustache man asked with a big yawn, stretching his arms as if he had just awoken from a nap. His lazy demeanor changed when he took a closer look at Shamrock. "Shanks! What did you do this time, huh?"
"Captain!" Shanks yelled, running after him as fast as his sandals carried him without slipping on the slightly wet planks.
The Captain, who didn’t turn out to be the blond man, kept looking back and forth between Shanks and Shamrock. The older twin rolled his eyes, still dangling from the stranger's grip — these humans were awfully slow.
"No, this can’t be …," the Captain murmured, Shanks followed him like a shadow, his brows settling into a confused frown.
"Roger," the blond man appeared, sounding much sharper and calm than the rest of these brutes, "That must be the second child the knights spoke of. The other son of their Captain."
Shanks clung to Roger's leg, his eyes met with Shamrock’s, but it was clear he didn’t recognize him.
"I'm here for my brother! I have to save him from the chains of the underworld!" Shamrock informed them, trying to sound dignified despite his current predicament.
The blue haired boy showed up late to the party, when he heard the word brother, he stared at Shamrock in horror.
"Save … me?" Shanks repeated those words slowly, "I don’t need to be saved, my family's my crew!"
Shamrock was startled, he feared that this world had already corrupted him beyond salvation, but now wasn’t the time to give up. He was determined to get his younger twin off this filthy boat.
• Against all odds, the Roger pirates decided to keep the other redhead on the ship. They agreed to drop him off at the next island to avoid running into new problems with the holy knights, who had ceased their attacks a few years ago.
"What if the kid already told Garling where we are?" Gaban asked as they all sat together, watching the three boys from afar.
"If that was true, we’d already be fighting those demons," Rayleigh argued.
" … and even if they will, let them come! No one is taking Shanks away from us," Roger announced and slammed his full mug of beer down on the table.
• Shanks was both perplexed and endlessly curious when he got a chance to inspect the stowaway a little closer. He walked in circles around him, squinting his eyes as if he doubted the boy to be real. He finally gave in to his urges and grabbed the stranger's nose —
"Hey! What are you doing?" Shamrock squeaked and slapped his brother’s hand away.
"Just checking if you’re real!" Shanks told him, having no sense of personal space, he continued with examining his clothes. "No way that’s comfortable to wear, how do you fight in this?"
"It's easy, once you learn how to breathe and move properly," Shamrock explained.
While the brothers began to get to know each other, Buggy sat on a barrel right next to them, kicking his legs and pouting. He didn’t like this 'Shamrock' guy one bit. Not only was he a Celestial Dragon, those bad people who tried to steal Shanks a long time ago, he also dared to call himself his brother. Nonsense! Buggy was Shanks' brother, he couldn’t possibly have two.
"I didn’t know I had a twin," Shanks mumbled as he tapped his finger against the scabbard of Shamrock's blade.
"Father told me the knights tried to save you many times, but your … crew wouldn’t give you back."
Shanks frowned at that. It was hard to imagine that Roger and the others would ever do something that wasn’t for the best. Maybe they thought father was a bad man? He certainly hadn’t heard anything good about the world nobles. His twin seemed alright though, he was willing to give him a chance.
"Hm, well, I don’t need to be saved anymore," he reminded Shamrock, who looked at him like he was crazy, "But that doesn’t mean we can't play as long as you’re here!"
"Play?" The word sounded strange on Shamrock’s tongue.
"Yeah! Have you ever climbed up on a crow's nest? We should do a race!" Shanks chuckled and ran towards the ship's mast.
" … is he always like this?" Shamrock sighed and looked at Buggy, who turned away from him and grumbled something he couldn’t understand.
Shamrock ran after his twin, struggling not to slip in his heels. He looked up and saw Shanks already climbing up the ratlines, it was his first time ever being on a ship, but he refused to give up so soon. With stern determination he grabbed a hold of the ropes forming a net and climbed after Shanks.
When he finally reached the crow's nest, Shanks was waiting for him, gazing out at the sea and the horizon.
"Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? Marie Geoise is much … nicer and cleaner than this place. It's civilized and proper, more suitable for people like us," Shamrock tried to convince him.
Shanks shook his head. "I'm sorry, Shams, but my home is the sea. I can’t imagine living in a big castle surrounded by walls I can’t climb. I would feel like a trapped animal …"
"What did you just call me?"
"Shams, it's your nickname now." Shanks grinned. "I have to call you something if you’re going to visit us again!"
"Right, right," Shamrock mumbled.
"You … are going to come back, right?"
Shamrock hesitated, he stared at his boots and had to think his plans over. Now that Shanks refused to come along, there wasn’t much he could do. The other pirate filth was too strong, he couldn’t beat them alone … and no one knew that he had left the holy land without permission.
"But of course! I can’t leave you alone with these commoners," he told him proudly.
"You talk funny!" Shanks laughed at him, "C'mon, let's go ask Ray what’s for dinner!"
• Shamrock acted pretty fuzzy about the food, he hardly touched his plate and quietly wished for the fish to be a steak instead, but he wasn’t going to complain about it to a bunch of pirates who were surely waiting for a good reason to kill him.
"Everything alright, Shams? Aren’t you hungry?" Shanks asked, leaning over the table with his fork, as if to ask if he could eat his portion instead.
Shamrock shoved the plate over to him.
"I- … I don’t like when the meat touches the sides," he admitted quietly and Shanks stared at him, he anticipated to be mocked for it but his brother was surprisingly helpful.
Shanks got up, carried the now empty plate into the kitchen and asked the cook to arrange everything neatly separated. He returned and placed it in front of Shamrock with an overly dramatic curtsy.
"Your highness, your dish is served!" He teased him.
"Thanks," Shamrock scoffed, but deep down he was grateful.
Buggy refused to speak with either of them during dinner, he sat in Gaban's lap to distract himself from how close the two redheads suddenly were — whispering and laughing amongst themselves. Shanks hadn’t even noticed that Buggy wasn’t sitting with them! It broke his heart.
• Later on the twins were watching the night sky together, Shamrock knew a lot about astronomy from his private tutor and told Shanks about all the stars and planets they saw. Halfway through his lesson, he noticed that Shanks had fallen asleep. He wasn’t upset though, no, he felt strangely … comfortable. At peace, for once, it was a rare feeling he needed to brand into his memories.
Then he heard a pair of footsteps approach, conditioned by his training, the young knight jumped to his feet and drew his blade, immediately scanning the deck for any signs of the intruder.
"Show yourself," he whispered so he wouldn’t wake his younger twin.
A shadow appeared behind the mast, Shamrock steadied his breath, ready to strike — only to be severely disappointed when he saw a flash of blue hair. Buggy stepped out, his arms crossed just like they had been all day. He pretended to kick a pebble on the ground and rolled his eyes hard enough that Shams swore he heard it.
"What makes you think we'd trust someone like you?" Buggy wondered, pulling a small knife from his pants and playing with it idly.
"Pardon me? I have no intent on harming any of your ilk, I'm merely here to look after my own flesh and blood," he snapped back, eyes focused on the knife.
"And quit talking like that! It's giving me a headache. You can save that pretentious crap for your stupid holy land, where you should definitely go back to!" Buggy talked himself into a rage, he had been keeping quiet for long enough.
Somehow this red-haired rat had managed to wrap the Roger Pirates around his finger, but not Buggy! He saw right through his tricks, he was here to kidnap Shanks and send his knight friends to attack them! Someone needed to protect Shanks from a snake like him.
"I'm leaving tomorrow, save your breath," Shamrock spoke calmly and sheathed his sword, "Until then, I will be at my brother's side, where I belong."
Buggy considered charging at him and seeing how much damage he could do. However, when he heard Shamrock's sword growl, he chose to postpone the inevitable fight. He walked past the arrogant prince and grabbed Shanks by his shoulders.
"Stop, you’re going to wake him up," Shamrock hissed and pushed Buggy away, the blue haired boy was overwhelmed by the redhead's strength and stumbled backwards.
"I was trying to carry him to our cabin! Where we, not you, sleep together," Buggy huffed.
Shamrock furrowed his brows, instead of handing Shanks over to Buggy, he picked him up with ease and carried him in his arms.
"Show me where the cabins are," he ordered.
Buggy agreed and walked ahead, clearly unhappy with how this night was turning out.
Soon, the three boys all slept together in their cabin. Much to Buggy's dismay, Shamrock had squeezed in between Shanks and Buggy and refused to change places.
"Shanks is my brother," Buggy reminded him in a hushed tone.
Shamrock, with his back turned to Buggy, only chuckled and wrapped his arm around Shanks.
"We shall see about that."
Oh, now he had done it. Buggy needed to get rid of him, sooner than later.
[ To be continued …? ]
These three boys are so precious to me, I can’t help but imagine how jealous Buggy would be and how his protective nature would come out as soon as Shamrock starts hogging Shanks all to himself-
