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can't sleep, so I quickly doodled this, an idea suggested by a friend of mine😏 ((who is also a big clown simp like me lol))
#dead by daylight#dead by daylight fanart#dead by daylight clown#dead by daylight the clown#dbd#dbd fanart#dbd clown#dbd the clown#the clown#clown#kenneth chase#jeffrey hawk#daddy clown#doodle#sketch#fanart#my art
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UHM UHM YEAH IM NOT GOING INSANE TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT BUGGY YEAH UH HUH
#art#digital art#one piece#fanart#artist#one piece art#buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy the genius jester#buggy the daddy
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It seems like a great Morning for DEPRESSION!
You Pass Away Giving Birth
Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile
⚠️Warning:⚠️ Depression, Death, Light gore, Character Death, Overall Saddness
Was listening to sad music and wrote this.
Buggy
There had been complications from the start- being pregnant with twins always had this.. and truthfully Buggy had wanted to curse himself when he learned that he had accidently done this to you. However you remained optimistic- even at the face of peril.
Buggy had hired so many doctors, wanting at least one of them to save you but it seemed that fate was too tightly wrapped around you.
"Y-You're going to be fine I promise (Y/N)-" Buggy said desperately as he sat next to you, watching you battle for the lives of the babies. Another sobbing scream leaving you as doctors rushed in and out with new tools, techniques and more to keep you Alive. However the growing pile of bloody towels and bowls was a clue it wasn't working.
Your mission wasn't to survive but to save the children. Giving Buggys hand a tight bone breaking squeeze you pushed with all your might- Buggy saying words of encouragement till two new lives were brought into this world and you slacked against the bed, pale as paper and your breathing getting shallow.
They rushed the babies to the side of the room as Buggy leaned over you in a panic. Rubbing the hair from your face as he spoke in a panic seeing you slipping away.
"You did it! N-Now Don't leave me please (Y/N)! I'm begging you p-please" He sobbed, but you looked up at him.. gave a gentle smile and worded 'love you' one final time before slipping away right under his fingers... He sobbed and continued his desperate plea for you as he pressed his face against your cold on.
A nurse pulling him back slightly as his world seemed to blur around him- realizing the panic noises of the staff was not for you but for the twins. He didn't even have to say anything as the staff grew quiet at the single newborn cry in the room, sorrowful looks in their eyes as they looked to Buggy. One child laying still on the cot while the other was brought to him.
"I-Im so sorry- Only one survived" The midwife said softly and placed the tiny bundle in his arms still not cleaned and just wrapped in a blanket. Buggy held the suiviving twin, his body feeling cold and chest hollow as he stared down at her beautiful face.. She was so small... so fragile.
He felt his body shake as broken sobs left him and all he could do was hold her close to him, sobbing at the same time the newborn wailed.
"I-Its okay Cry away" He managed to say as he sobbed, feeling it was better in this moment and only this moment to not cry alone. He rocked the both of them in a desperate need to feel comfort at losing the love of his life and one of his children in one night..
He only glanced up from sobbing when the doctor placed a fresh white sheet over you and the deceased child's body. Covering it from sight as the Captian grieved.
Buggy smoothed a shaky hand over the newborn as the Midwife stepped forward to clearn off the newborn and get her dressed. Buggy not even realizing or caring the baby was covered in blood and goo. The midwife was quick, dressing the little girl and handing Buggy a bottle.
The new father still in a whirlpool of sorrow starred to feed her, still crying as before but with a broken smile on his lips.
"I-Im sorry you got saddled with me little one.. It's just us now.. You and me against it all" He said softly trying to ease his crying as the newborn began to down the bottle.
"You look like your mother... I-Im so happy for that... we hadn't figured out names yet, S-So hopefully your mother won't curse me but What about Mei-Mei? Hm?..." He managed as he pulled the empty bottle from her, holding her to his chest and patting her back as he continued to sob.
"Y-Yeah..My little Mei Mei"
Mihawk
It was his fault... he should have stopped you- It was ment as a journey to find a doctor to assist in your soon to be delivery- Mihawk wanting to keep you behind but you insisted on coming along, but due to the enemies of the past it turned into a battle. Mihawk had been sure he had secured you in a safe place, away from the carnage but who would have known a young man barely out of his teens had spotted him and walked into the safe house with his gun raised and shot you-
He heard it, rushing back to slaughter the boy as he saw you laying there holding the wound to your chest and gasping for air.
Mihawk pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding but it was so close to your heart he was sure you grazed it. Your eyes widened as you touched his arm desperately tears flooding your gaze.
"S-Save them" You managed, Mihawk still pressing all the bullet wound on your chest before feeling your body go limp and heart stop right under his palm.
"No..." He growled, anger flooding his system as he was ready to burn this island to the ground- That was till your words rang in his ears and he placed his bloody palm on your stomach, Feeling the fluttering movement of his still alive child just before the surface. He knew what he had to do... Save them- Pulling the cross from his neck he uncapped it and took a shaky sigh.
"I-Im so sorry"
Mihawk felt for the first time his hands tremble, warm tears flooding his yellow eyes as he took a breath... he didn't have much time... Lifting the blade from his cross he struck down, cutting into your flesh as the warmth of your blood flooded his hands. Something he had never wanted to feel-
With care he cut through the corpse of your abdomen and to the womb- With skinned hands he pulled up his child and held them with care. Panic filling his eyes as he didn't hear a cry or them even move- Tossing the cross to the side he began to do cpr on the little girl, carefully forcing air into her lungs and trying to start her breathing.
"Please..." He whispered as he used three fingers to press on the little girls chest to start her heart, Before she coughed and began to wail into the night air. Mihawk sighing in relief and cutting the cord with his teeth unfortunately due to tossing the blade as he held the baby to his chest- Staring down at the gory mess that was you and he had to closed his eyes..
"I'm sorry (Y/N)..." He whispered both at having to disrespect your body even at your request.. and for you not being able to meet your guys daughter.
"... You were right.. a girl" He whispered, looking down finally at his child who was still crying- Shivering a bit from the cold so he took off his coat and wrapped her tightly in it.
"We will name here Meira.. the light of you" He whispered softly. He knew he needed to get his daughter medical attention but wasn't going to leave you like thisveither. So he buried you and placed all the flowers he could ontop of your makeshift grave- Walking away with his daughter in his arms to the closest village.
Crocodile
It had all been going to well- yet in a second it changed.. You had gone into labor just hours before and Crocodile knew what to expect some pain, screaming and other discomforts before you gave birth to a healthy baby. However this? The back to back complications that left you exhausted and You had started to bleed during it all and the nurses started to panic...
You were fighting so hard, Crocodile holding your hand as you struggled to bring his child into the world. While his face was stoic and solid you knew the panic behind his eyes.. his wife the only one he would allow close to his heart- and the doctors were scrambling around you to ease the birth.
However you knew... you left it.. and Crocodile did as well.
"C-Croc promise me... you will love them like you love me..I love you" You manage to whisper out, Crocodile nodding hesitantly in agreement to your shaky words whispered voice managing out a 'I love you too'.
A cry ripped through your throat as another wash of pain hit you. Doctors trying to slow down the bleeding- After a few more desperate moments the doctors pulled the screaming child from between your legs. However that wasn't even highlighted as they scrambled to keep you Alive-
Crocodile being pushed to the side as they started CPR but- he felt it... he saw that final breath leave you and thay light fade from your eyes...
His world felt like it crumbled then, a nurse escorting him out to the benches just outside the room. Truthfully he was too dazed to care- the image of you gone still burning in his eyes.
Crocodile sat there in what could only be a state of shock- His wife was gone... ripped away due to his blood. It didn't take long for a skittish nurse to step forward, holding a blue bundle in her arms.
"I-Im sorry sir... I know there is nothing I can say to-" He shot her glare. Forcing her to shut up as she nodded and instead stepped forward to show him the bundle. There laid a plump baby, Crocodile felt his heart clench- especially when he could see the perfect mix between you and him.. Slowly he reached an arm out and took the baby slowly.
He watched the newborn yawn and cuddled into his chest carefully for warmth, sucking hard on the blue pacifier in his mouth as he clearly dreamt of food.
"...You are fortunate.. I loved your mother more then I can dislike you for taking her away... and I promised her" He said calmly down to the baby, holding him close as he stared down at the boys features. His mind drifting to you laying in bed next to him rubbing oil on the stretch marks of your swollen belly talking about all the hope you had for your child and the future...
"Hope... hm.. In honor of your Mother- your name is Kibo.. her last shred of hope"
#x reader#one peice x reader#one piece#one peice live action#buggy one piece#buggy the clown x reader#buggy x reader#one piece mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk x reader#buggy the daddy#dad crocodile#dad buggy#crocodile x reader#op crocodile#one piece crocodile#crocodile#sad thoughts#saddness
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WATCHING BLUEY AND WE BOTH HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AT THE SAME TIME LMAO
#WE'RE RIGHT#bluey#bandit#bluey heeler#bandit heeler#bingo heeler#daddy dropoff#clown honks#moonime#video#moon video
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Parenthood
OPLA Dilfs with their s/o and their moody teen! Uhhh idk what possessed me to write this but here we go!
D/N= Daughters Name
S/N = Sons Name
Shanks
-Your daughter is literally a witty bundle of joy! She's may not be moody but she definitely had a sarcastic air about her. (Shanks think she gets it from you a little bit)
-She's fast on her feet but also has her pouty moments, most of which occur when she’s told to complete her chores and she'd much rather pretend to steer the ship and watch the water for sea life.
-The most she'll do is roll her eyes and anger her eyebrows but will clear her throat when you use your mom stare on her to get her to 'fix her face'
-"Roll them again and they'll get stuck like that! Now go do what your father asked!" you snap, seeing her scurry away.
-She rarely gives Shanks attitude but when she does she tries to have it come across as joking.
-"(D/N), take these to-" "Sure dad I'll give you a hand.”
“……”
“……”
“I’m telling your mother” he chuckles, the color draining from her face.
“NO WAIT!”
Buggy
-Your son is literally a menace and just as moody as his father, if not worse. You have to deal with constant attitude, eye rolling, and the frequent mumble under the breath.
-Buggy usually catches it and is quick to flick the boys forehead and that also results in a scuffle between the two.
-"Tell your husband to get off my DICK!" S/N shouts as Buggy chases him around the arena.
"WATCH YOU MOUTH YOU LITTLE SHIT! And quite trying to turn your mother on me!" Buggy shouts back, various body parts launching at the blue haired teen.
-Sometims it feels like youre dealing with two children because in the end each of them has and ear being pinched between your delicate fingers.
-"S/N, watch your mouth. Just because you’re a sailor doesn't mean yo need to swear like one. Buggy, darling." You begin sweetly before pinching harder,
"STOP PROVOKING OUR SON TO ANGER!"
Mihawk
-The twins have...rather manageable attitudes when they’re reminded to calm down.
-Hell, when they were born they’d practically sneer at you if their feeding or nap time was off by a milisecond.
-Your son and daughter look closer to you accept the obvious yellow eyes. (You didn't really stand a chance when it came to the eyes,)
-Your son is more subtle with his attitude, giving jabbs to his father while your daughter just flat out doesn't give a shit.
-One day, durring an outting to stock your home with more goods, the twins noticed how everyone that lived on the village you currently reside don sort of....stared and judged them. of course they could care less but tey couldn't help but shoot insults in quiet whispers.
"She's not nearly as alluring to be this witless." S/N states, following behind you but keeping pace with his twin sister.
"If only her mother had swallowed." D/N adds.
You choke at that last one.
-Both you and Mihawk ge your fair share of attitude but all it tasks if the threat of an intense and bone breaking training sessions and all attitudes simply cease.
#x reader#one piece#reader is black#one piece live action#i don't care he's hot#headcannons#one piece x reader#opla#smut#hes so hot#shanks is a daddy#opla shanks x reader#one piece shanks x reader#opla buggy x reader#opla buggy#buggy the clown x reader#opla mihawk#dracule mihawk x reader#opla mihawk x reader
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#izzy smiling like a sad clown i'm chewing on glass#blackbeard#izzy hands#frenchie#jim jimenez#fang#archie (if you squint)#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd s2#ofmd spoilers#andithil edits#does that made ed 'daddy'? makes you think
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when the anime titled "buddy daddies" that you initially put on your watchlist ironically turns out to be one of the most heartfelt and well written original shows of recent years, tackling real social issues in japan, grief, domestic abuse, parenthood and the definition of family, all the while having realistic childen portrayal, strong comedy and its overall theme being healing, and now seeing 140k+ people are following the tag:
#buddy daddies#sorry i got a lil. emotional there for a sec#but hey. its already buddy daddies friday here#only about... 17 more hours to go#fr tho when i started the series i funny expected it to be trash. never have i been happier to put that clown mask on#who wouldve thunk it#all this in the span of 7 episodes btw!!!!
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@respectthepetty @blmpff
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I liked you too.
Goodnight sweet prince.
#this is dogshit.#song for this one is just send in the clowns. duh.#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#dndads art#dndads fanart#dndads s2#dndads quest#oakworthy#normal oak#norm oak#normally oak swallows garcia#normally oak#normal dndads#hermie the unworthy#thrush draws#dndads#dndads spoilers
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What if little Lucky got lost and ran into either Buggy or Smoker. Little Lucky is scared because they lost the strawhats.
Little Lucky thought they were following one of the Strawhats but was unknowingly following someone else, which happened to be either Smoker or Buggy.
(Ever had those moments as a little kid when you thought you were following your mother, but you were just following some random adult?)
And Buggy or Smoker is like, "Who's baby/kid is this?" Little Lucky looks like they're about to cry, then Buggy or Smoker panics says something like, "Wait! I'll help you find your parents!".
Either Buggy or Smoker take it upon themselves to find who is responsible for this child (little Lucky). Buggy or Smoker go up to random people saying, "Is this your kid?". By the time they find who is responsible for little Lucky (Strawhats) , they end up bonding with little Lucky and become attached.
Oh I did that once. Ran up to and hugged a woman that looked identical to my mom from behind. I was so mortified that I still remember this clearly like 20 years later.
Anyways
Usually I skip non-canon anime only stuff to avoid confusion, but I have included an anime only character in this one because it was too funny to leave him out.
Not What It Looks Like
Yandere Smoker x Child Reader
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Once again, Smoker found himself staring down a pirate, though the pirate in question hadn’t noticed him yet. He didn’t even need to double check with a poster to confirm who this one was. Buggy the Clown was a very distinct looking individual.
Smoker took advantage of the fact that he was distracted to get closer and overhear the conversation he was having. Buggy was crouched down and talking to a small child. A little girl that couldn’t be more than five, if that. You looked distraught and confused.
“W-What do you mean? My mom isn’t here,” you sniffled loudly and scrubbed at your face.
“She’s gotta be, come on just think. She’s about this tall, looks just like you but with some bandages on her head,” Buggy pleaded with you, grasping onto your arms and looking desperate.
You flinched away, and Smoker decided it was his time to intervene. Using his devil fruit, he surrounded the clown with plumes of smoke to trap him. Buggy let out a screech upon finally noticing him and promptly disassembled his body to slip away. Which he was able to do successfully, much to Smoker’s chagrin.
Giving chase should be his number one priority, but his attention was drawn to the teary eyed girl in front of him. There were visible tear tracks going down your face, and your mouth was agape. Made sense, he supposes. This was probably your first time witnessing a devil fruit power.
Crouching down to be closer to your height, he attempts to comfort you, “You alright kid? Did that pirate hurt you?”
The question snapped you out of your daze. You rubbed at your face and shook your head, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me, he was just asking a bunch of weird questions.”
“Like what?” He had to admit that he couldn’t even imagine what a pirate could possibly hope to learn from someone as young as you.
“He kept asking about my mom, but the questions didn’t make any sense. I think he was lying about knowing her,” you mumbled.
“Where is your mom, is she nearby?”
You became shifty at the question and nervously fidgeted your hands. It took a few seconds of anxiously looking around for you to come up with an answer, “Um… She isn’t here. She’s… gone?”
That was a strange way to answer the question, you didn’t seem to know how to answer it. Smoker really didn’t like that, and some alarm bells started going off in his head. He sighed when he saw you attempt to wipe off your face again. Digging around in one of his pockets, he pulled out a handkerchief and used it to properly clean you off. Fortunately, you let him do so without a fight and seemed to have calmed down slightly.
Given how long he’s been living here, he was able to guess that you weren’t local. Probably with some people passing through, but who? Might as well ask, “Who are you here with, kid?”
“My friends,” you answered simply.
He quirked a brow at that, “Are these friends your age?”
You shook your head, “No, they’re all grown ups.”
Your story was getting weird, so he pressed further, “Are any of them your family?”
“No.” Your face pinched, and again you looked unsure of your answer, “Well, Nami told me to call her “big sis”, so I guess she is?”
So you’re traveling with friends that are all much older than you, your mom is “gone?”, and one of these friends is telling you to call her “big sis”. Something is definitely going on here, and he doesn’t like it at all. Could this get any weirder? He asks you how long you’ve known these friends of yours.
“Since yesterday.”
Oh. It could get weirder. This was starting to sound like a human trafficking case to him, and he couldn’t let that go under his watch. Looks like he would have to put his pirate hunting on hold for the time being.
He held out his hand to you, “I’m Captain Smoker, what’s your name?”
You hesitated for a moment before gently taking his gloved hand in both of yours, “My name’s Lucky. I’m not a captain or anything, though.”
“How about I help you find your friends again?” He needed to meet them for himself, just to make sure you aren’t in the middle of being trafficked.
You anxiously squeezed his hand and looked nervous, “I dunno… I’m not supposed to go with strangers. Nami is already gonna be mad at me for walking away and getting lost.” Your lip trembled and you looked like you were about to start crying again.
“Do you want ice cream? I’ll buy you some if you let me help you,” he internally cringed at this. He shouldn’t be encouraging you to take bribes from strangers, but he needs you to cooperate with him for your safety.
Instantly, your eyes lit up at the prospect of getting a treat, “Really?!”
Looks like he’s got you on his side now. That was easy. He smiled at you and ruffled your hair before returning to his full height, “Yes, really. Come on, kid. We’ll get ice cream and then find your friends.” And possibly arrest them, but that’s neither here nor there.
You still had a hold on his hand, but now with only one of yours as you walked alongside him, visibly excited about ice cream. At least he was able to defuse the situation and avoid having you cry again.
There was an ice cream shop not far from here, so it didn’t take long to get there. You were bouncing up and down in place and chanting about ice cream while waiting for your turn. Some older ladies seated at a table nearby were cooing at the sight. Smoker overheard one of them calling this a ‘daddy-daughter date’. He shot them a sideways glance, but didn’t deem it worth it to correct them.
As soon as you’d gotten your ice cream, you thanked Smoker and happily started eating it, seemingly forgetting all about being separated from your friends. He supposes he’ll have to remind you about it.
“Where was the last place you saw Nami, kid?”
You perked up, then went into thought for a moment while licking your treat. You hummed, “I think we were at a clothes store? I don’t remember which one, I wasn’t paying attention.”
That really didn’t narrow it down at all. There were tons of clothing stores in Loguetown. “Do you remember where the store was?” He asked, desperate to get any other details.
“I dunno, I think it was close to the docks,” you shrugged.
Alright, that still didn’t help much, but it looks like that’s all he’s going to be getting out of you in regards to that. Asking about Nami would probably get him farther, “What does Nami look like?”
While you rambled out a description of her, he was scanning the crowd. No one in his line of sight matched what you were telling him, but that wasn’t particularly shocking. This is a big town, he was unlikely to track a single person down that quickly. At least her orange hair would stick out to him if they did cross paths.
“Hey mister, how come there’s a big stain on your pants?” You asked from slightly behind him. You’d relinquished holding hands with him in favor of your ice cream, leading to you falling a little behind.
Stain? Oh, wait. That’s right, a kid ran into him with her own cone earlier, he’d already forgotten about it. He waved off your inquiry, “My pants ate someone’s ice cream, don’t worry about it.”
You took a decisive step away from him, protectively holding your cone, “Your pants aren’t going to eat mine, too, are they?” You were staring at his pants suspiciously, as if they were about to come after you if you didn’t keep an eye on them.
A brief, quiet chuckle escaped him, “They might if you aren’t paying attention and run into me.” This made you take another step back. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say if he didn’t want you getting separated from him.
“How about you sit on my shoulders? That way you can look for your friends and my pants won’t be able to reach your ice cream.”
After a moment of weighing your options, you agree and allow him to place you on his shoulders. He’s pretty sure that you’re far too focused on your treat to really help him look for your friends, but now they will be able to see you. Admittedly, this came with the risk of them noticing him too and turning tail to run. While he would prefer to arrest them, at least you would be spared from whatever fate they had in mind for you.
Strolling around the docks would likely be the best course of action. At least one of them could be on the ship, and you ought to be able to point out which one is theirs. Smoker took a less traveled side road to get there. It was the fastest way, plus it would be nice to get a break from how crowded the other streets were. Currently, you two are the only ones here.
“I. Cannot. Believe you.”
Smoker came to an abrupt halt. He knew that voice well, though he could fathom why he would be saying such a thing to him.
“We’ve known each other for years, how have you never told me?” His naturally gruff voice, thick with a southern drawl, plainly revealed how betrayed he felt. It was still unclear as to why.
“What are you going on about, Masterson?” Smoker turned to the side, eyes landing on the local bounty hunter, Daddy the Father. Though Smoker much preferred his actual name to such a ridiculous moniker. Masterson had just exited a candy store. Several shopping bags were on one arm, while the opposing hand was holding his daughter’s. Her blonde curls bounced as she looked back and forth between them, seemingly also confused by the interaction.
“How have you never told me about your daughter?! She looks like she’s about Carol’s age, they could’ve been friends this whole time!”
Smoker stiffened, this was the worst possible misunderstanding that could have happened today. “No. No, no, no. This isn’t-”
“We’re friends aren’t we? How could you do this to me?” Masterson put a hand on his hip, the shopping bags loudly crinkling against each other, and glowered at Smoker accusingly.
His gloved hand pinched the bridge of his nose, “We are colleagues, Masterson. I haven’t d-”
“Quit bein’ so formal, you can just call me Daddy,” Masterson, dead set on not letting Smoker get a word in, waved his hand dismissively.
“Absolutely not.” Smoker keeps talking even when Masterson tries to cut him off again, “This is not my daughter, she’s just a lost child that I’m helping. That’s it.”
Masterson huffed, “You don’t need to lie to me, the jig is up. You’re gonna try tellin’ me that you buy ice cream for and carry around every lost kid you find? Is that your story?”
Carol gasped, “Oh! Can we get some ice cream too, daddy?”
The once rough voice completely transformed and took on a much lighter and gentler tone, “Of course, pumpkin! Just as soon as we’re done talking.” His voice went right back to normal when he faced Smoker again, “I mean, really? You’ve kept this from me for- How old are you, sweetie?” The voice changed again. It was bizarre hearing it switch up so rapidly.
“I’m four,” you answered plainly, apparently not caring at all about all the previous talk of Smoker being accused of being your father.
“You’ve kept this from me for four years?!”
“I just met her today! She isn’t my kid!” He felt you get jostled a bit from his outburst. It probably wouldn’t be great for him if you dropped an ice cream cone on his head because he startled you. Smoker took a deep breath before gently grabbing you off his shoulders and setting you on the ground. You looked up at him briefly, but your attention was stolen away by Masterson.
The man had crouched down to be more on your level, “Is that your daddy?” You hadn’t even answered yet, but he was already smirking, no doubt thinking he was about to win this argument.
“No,” just like that, you wiped the smug look off his face. You hummed in thought while licking at your treat, “I don’t think I have one anymore.” You sounded disconcertingly nonchalant about this revelation. Now you’ve confirmed that neither of your parents are in the picture.
Masterson’s eyes softened and a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. Then, like a light went off, he looked up at Smoker with his eyebrows raised while gesturing towards you.
“What are you- No. I know what you’re getting at, and no,” he was not about to entertain this insane idea for even a second.
“But the poor thing doesn’t have a daddy, have a heart!”
“I can’t just adopt every kid without a family that I come across,” he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now, all because Masterson got such an absurd idea into his head. He has far more important matters to attend to, namely figuring out what is going on with your whole family situation and your “friends”.
“Well maybe not all of them, but why not this one? She’s already grown on you at least a little bit if you’re buying her ice cream,” the man was borderline pleading with him at this point. It was unfathomable as to why he was so hung up on this idea, but Smoker frankly could not be bothered to care enough to get to the bottom of it.
“You’re talking about this like she’s a stray dog I found on the street.” Smoker ran a hand down his face and sighed before sparing you a sideways glance. Mercifully, you didn’t appear all that bothered by the odd exchange going on between them. He spoke in a lower tone in hopes of keeping it that way, “Besides, there’s… more going on here.”
A colder, hardened edge flashed in Masterson’s eyes, he definitely got the hint. He patted Carol on the back and nudged her towards you, “Why don’t you get to know your new friend, daddy has to talk business for a minute.”
The little girl didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly scurried over to you and started introducing herself.
Smoker and Masterson put some distance between themselves and the children. Still close enough to keep an eye on you two, but far enough to have a chance to talk without being overheard.
Masterson pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking one out onto his hand, “What’s going on?”
“Trafficking from the looks of it. Her parents are absent, but her answers have been unusual regarding them.” Smoker decided to swap out his cigars for a couple of new ones now that he had his hands free again. “What really bothers me is that she’s here with “friends” that are all adults that she met yesterday.”
Masterson exhaled a puff of smoke, and shook his head, “Sounds about right. Saw a lot of that sort of thing back when I was still a traveling bounty hunter. They tell kids these fantastical stories to get them to come with them willingly so it’s easier to smuggle them. That girl probably thinks she’s going to a new family, or something of the like.” He glanced over to where you and Carol were with pity in his eyes, “You know who you're looking for yet?”
“I’ve got a description for one of them. A redheaded woman with a tattoo on her shoulder named Nami, but I haven’t encountered her yet. I was going to take her to the docks so she could point out their ship to me.”
The bounty hunter nodded, “Good idea, there could be more kids on board. You want help?”
“If you’re not too busy. An extra pair of eyes-”
“Oh! That’s one of my friends!” Your voice cut through the air in an excited squeal.
Both of them went on high alert instantly. Masterson’s hand hovered over his holstered gun and plumes of smoke began curling off of Smoker’s body as they both frantically surveyed their surroundings. No one else was here. Rather than running towards someone, you bounded over to a wall.
A wall with bounty posters plastered all over it.
Oh, no.
Your empty hand excitedly slapped one poster in particular and you looked over your shoulder at Smoker with a smile on your face, “He’s one of my friends! It’s cool you got a picture of him!”
A bitter, vicious sensation seeped into Smoker’s heart as he glared at the poster. A young boy smiled back at him, not a care in the world to having his picture taken for a bounty poster. Monkey D. Luffy. Wanted dead or alive for a startling sum of 30,000,000 berry.
Of course pirates were behind this. Everything was starting to come together and make more sense. Not that it changed much. He was still going to be arresting these friends of yours, just now he didn’t need to investigate them for a solid reason to do so.
“Is he now? That’s good to know,” Smoker ground out while continuing to stare at the mocking grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll find him for you.”
And make sure the bastard rots in prison, but you didn’t need to know about that part.
#lucky break#little lucky au#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#yandere one piece#white chase smoker#daddy the father#buggy the clown#monkey d luffy#nami#cat burglar nami#platonic yandere#yandere#dummyduck44
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if you would be so kind, may you please draw one Hermie Unworthy
when will he come back from the war and go straight to therapy
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#hermie the unworthy#i saw this ask when it came in like 'man im already committing to ruining my rest tonight yeah lets draw a lil clown'#my artwork
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Art thoughts
warnings: smut
imagine Art coming up behind you giving you a hug. only to find him rubbing his bulge against you. 🤭
imagine Art giving you a kiss but he also grabs your ass 🫶🏾
imagine you mad at Art but he just comes behind you and bends you over 💕
imagine Art eating you out and all his black paint gets all over your thighs 🥰
imagine the other slashers asking why do you have ‘art was here’ on your stomach 😫
imagine giving Art a blow job and his eyes roll back (🤭🤭🤭)
imagine Art eating you out from behind 🤗
imagine you sending Art nudes while he’s out 🫣
imagine creaming all over Art after he makes you cum 2 times 🥳
imagine being covered in hickeys all over from Art ❣️
imagine Art taking a picture of you while you cock warm him as he makes new weapons 🙃
omfg he’s so daddy ‼️
a/n: me and Art already have done this stuff, but i just wanted to give y’all some thoughts. but y’all alr know me and him married. 😊
#slashers x reader#slashers x y/n#slashers#art the clown x you#art the clown x reader#art the clown#slashers x you#baby daddy alert
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young parents
Redbomb masterpost
#buggy the clown#captain buggy#buggy simp#buggy one piece#buggy#op buggy#redbombshipping#redbomb family#buggy x reddie#buggy x oc#oc x canon#canon x oc#ocxcanon#self insert#oc x cc#oc x character#redbomb triplets#redbomb#buggy the daddy#buggy kids#buggy triplets#one piece original character#one piece oc#one piece au#one piece art#buggy fanart#one piece buggy#buggy d clown#buggy pirates#digital illustration
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Buggy with his Daughters
The twins showing their Dad their newest idea while on the adventure of learning how to spell. There was a drawing of the whole family holding hands, a new word spelled ontop of them and pointing down with a yellow crayon.
Buggy: Whats this?
He takes the paper and his eyes bulge as Ari points at each letter with a proud smile.
Ari: C. U. N. T
Ali: See You Next Time!
Buggy is holding the paper and quite literally crying as he tried to hold back laughing. Bee next to him laughing so hard he's rocking side to side and holding his sides.
Buggy: I-I love it my cherries- So Creative
Bee: V-Very! I gotta say dad- I cant wait to C.U Next time!
Both fell to the ground laughing histerically. You and Dee standing next to each other trying to hold back your own giggles-
Reader: They are fucking idiots...
Dee: Agreed... But I guess they can't wait to C.U Next Time.
You and Dee end up in a fit of giggles as well and rendered to nothing more then a back of Hyenas laughing.
The Girls are just sitting there confused why their genius abbreviation was so funny to their family.
#x reader#one piece#one peice x reader#one peice live action#buggy one piece#buggy the clown x reader#buggy x reader#one piece buggy#buggy#op buggy#buggy the daddy#daddy buggy
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me: eh i honestly dont expect for rei x kazuki to become a couple at the end of the story-
ep 3:
me:
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CALLOUT FOR THE BUGGY LOVERS
#it’s me#i love him#kidnap me daddy?#buggy#buggy one piece#buggy the clown#buggy x reader#buggy pirates#captain buggy#one piece#buggy x you#buggy the genius jester#buggy thoughts
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