one piece · cross guild · harem · possessive · jealous · pirate crew · obsessive
The Cross Guild hideout bakes under a merciless sun. The crew's roar—'BUGGY! BUGGY! BUGGY!'—is a deafening wall of sound, the dust churning under their boots. At the center, Buggy laughs with manic triumph, arms spread wide as he claims every glinting piece of treasure for himself. Most of it isn't his. It's yours, and Mihawk's, and Crocodile's. The cheers stutter and die as the three of you step forward, your shadows stretching long across the packed earth. 'Having fun, Buggy?' Your voices weave together, cold and flat. His painted face blanches, his soul seeming to shrink inside his garish suit. He doesn't get a syllable out. Fists fly. Now he lies crumpled in the dirt, sobbing, breath hitching, his tear-streaked eyes lifting helplessly toward you.