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Every night Buggy found himself walking near the beach on Karai Bari Island, looking out onto the sea and enjoying the rare moments of comfortable silence. Despite the peace his heart was racing, so loud in fact, that the Emperor couldn’t hear the waves crashing against the rocks lining the shore. Like the calm before the storm.

And then the storm came. The first blow of Haki hit him like a strong wind, nearly knocking him over. He fell to his knees, struggling to catch his breath. His knees dug uncomfortably into the cold sand, not exactly the best way to start off the night.

When Buggy found the courage to look up, he saw a tall man stepping out of a dark circle with purple flames around it. The moon illuminated his face and revealed the smug grin he wore, gazing down at the Emperor with glowing red eyes. That damned red head was just as inconsiderate and arrogant as his stupid brother! Except …

"Oh, do forgive me, darling. I didn’t mean to startle you," the man said as he dropped on his knee and offered a hand to Buggy.

"You know, you keep saying that and yet-," he cursed under his breath, but when he caught sight of the light leaving his visitor’s eyes, he swallowed his anger instead.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked and tilted his head, his long hair cascaded to the side and Buggy couldn’t stop staring at it.

"Uh, no! No! I’m all good, not even a scratch," he lied and reached for the hand which quickly pulled him back on his feet, although still a bit shaky. "A flicker of Haki can’t bring me down."

"Of course not, darling," he purred, still refusing to let go of his hand he instead brought it up to his lips and kissed his knuckles one by one. "Did you miss me, Buggy?"

Of course not! It had only been a day and he could still feel the numbing pain of the bite marks all over his neck and shoulder blades! … At least that is what he wanted to say, but it were moments like these where Buggy remembered that he wasn’t standing before his childhood friend and former lover.

The red hair was deceiving, so was the light stubble around his chin, those piercing eyes and smooth voice that could charm anyone. But there were differences, some more obvious than others.

First off, unlike Shanks, this demon had two arms. Two arms to press Buggy into the mattress, two hands to choke him into unconsciousness, two arms to embrace him in their sleep. Second, his uniform always looked pristine and smelled alluring, just like every other part of him did. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Shanks shower. And third, unlike his fellow Emperor, he always came back.

Shamrock was everything Buggy had yearned for in Shanks … but better.

"I missed you," Buggy told him, despite his nervous smile he earned himself another hand kiss, it was embarrassing to admit that it made him feel like a princess.

Pull yourself together, Buggy! You’re not a damsel in distress, you’re a fearsome pirate!

"Shall we go somewhere more private then, my dear?" Shamrock asked and hooked Buggy’s arm around his own, beginning to walk in a slow pace so the Emperor could recover from the haki his body had experienced.

Yes, he was a fearsome pirate indeed. Too bad that Shanks’ brother was a blue-blooded celestial dragon who had grown up to believe he could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. From their first night on, Buggy knew he was trapped.

They walked along the beach silently, as they passed the dark circle in the sand, Buggy dared to take a closer look - he hadn’t dared to question Shamrock about it. And quite frankly, he did not care what weird magic celestials used to travel through the world. What did concern him, was the very likely possibility of his fellow Crossguild members being woken up from these nightly surges of haki blowing across the island.

So far, neither Crocodile nor Mihawk had brought it up, but it was only a matter of time.

Shamrock opened the tent, it stood far away enough from all the others that no one had noticed it yet. Inside was a spacious, round canopy bed stacked with satin pillows and sheets, expensive furs and a bouquet of roses lying in the middle of it. Buggy followed the celestial inside and was immediately drawn to the roses, he didn’t care much for flowers, but he knew Shamrock loved to shower him with gifts, so he picked up the roses and smelled them.

"I left them here for you last night," he explained as he used a golden lighter to put on a few candles, barely granting them enough light to see each others faces more clearly. "I think red roses really suit you, with the thorns and all …"

What was that supposed to mean? Royals and their stupid comparisons.

"Oh, thank you, I will just … put them here." Buggy found a vase half-filled with water on the bedside table and placed the roses there, only to pinch himself on a thorn and whine.

Shamrock chuckled at his misery, his laugh was eerily similar yet different from Shanks’. When Buggy closed his eyes he could imagine the other red head making fun of him back on Roger’s ship, only to open them when he felt a sharp pain in his finger.

The celestial was once again on his knees, a position he seemed to enjoy a bit too much for a supposed God, sucking gently at Buggy‘s fresh wound, feasting on his blood like it was the most delicious meal. Before he could hold back, he struck Shamrock across the face. Hard.

For a second his breath halted, time seemed to stop around them. Buggy stammered out a quiet apology, but he could already see that look in Shamrock’s eyes slowly turning dark again.

"Shanks- Shams- I didn’t mean- I’m so sorry, my hand slipped!" He blurted out, only to feel the celestial’s hands on his waist before he was thrown onto the bed with his back hitting the mattress so hard that something underneath must have broken.

"Shanks?" Shamrock repeated slowly, dragging out each letter like a curse. "Everything I do for you, and yet all you keep thinking about is my brother. Ungrateful, that’s what you are."

He tossed off his cloak and climbed onto the bed, hovering above Buggy like a tiger waiting to pounce. The Emperor closed his eyed and braced himself for the worst, but it never came. Instead, those finely manicured nails brushed through his blue hair and scraped gently over his scalp until he felt safe enough to open his eyes.

"But I suppose the underworld has corrupted your way of thinking," Shamrock said, more to soothe himself than Buggy, "I’m sure you will feel better once I take you with me to Marie Geoise."

Ah, right. That great plan of his he never got tired of mentioning. Buggy decided not to let him dwell on it any further, lest he might pull him straight out of bed and into that weird portal. No thank you, this pirate wasn’t going anywhere before he’s found the One Piece!

"You look exceptionally beautiful today, did you use that new conditioner I brought you? And oh, isn’t that my perfume?" The knight’s voice continued to bewitch Buggy, he couldn’t form a coherent thought when his mind was occupied with everything the red head told him.

"I did," he replied with his face flushed red.

When was the last time Shanks had complimented him? Shamrock charmed him every night, from whispering sweet nothings into his ear to kissing his nose and never once commenting on how "odd" or "red" it looked. It helped him forget it was even there.

"Hm, you truly are the only pure thing living in this hell," he purred while squeezing Buggy’s hips and burying his face in the crook of his neck so he could pamper it with kisses over all the bite marks from the previous night. "You know, celestial dragons always leave a mark on their property."

Buggy flinched at the first time Shamrock’s teeth sunk into his already bruised flesh, the celestial moaned and dug deeper, leaving the other man to desperately hold onto his back and pray for the pain to end. It didn’t stop, but the agony soon turned into pleasure, when Shams let go and licked his wounds.

"Are you going to brand me like a slave?" He asked in a shaky voice, the thought alone made him gag.

Shamrock chuckled darkly and peeked up at him through his dark red strands of hair. "Would you like me to brand you? I think you’d look lovely with the mark of the hoof on your back."

"No! No, please don't-!" Buggy squirmed underneath him.

"I would never brand you, silly bunny," the knight mocked him and grabbed his chin, forcing Buggy to look up at his lover. "You aren’t my slave, you’re as free as the sea and I would never force you. When you choose to follow me, you will become a celestial."

"A celestial?" The emperor gasped. He couldn’t possibly be right in the head, never mind that Shamrock shared DNA with the most insane pirate out there, there was no way Buggy could become a dragon!

"I have the power to make you a God, bunny. You will never have to fear anyone again, you will be untouchable," sweet promises kept on slipping from his lips as he kissed Buggy, leaving him unable to protest or even reply. "You will have access to all the treasures of the world. Not just that, you will always be by my side!"

As tempting as it sounded to not get beaten up by Hawkeyes and Crocodile every day for not paying back his debts to them, he thought of his crew first. How would they feel if the great Buggy abandoned them? Nevermind that he had earned their loyalty through lies and charades, he had unwillingly grown attached to these fools, who did everything for him at the snap of his fingers. They believed in him. And not just that, he had promised them they’d find the One Piece before any of the other Emperors did! He wouldn’t give up on his dreams like Shanks had done, he was better than him.

"I’m not ready to leave with you yet," he admitted, although the words did not come to him lightly.

Shamrock clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Fine then, but just say one word and I will take you away."

Buggy nodded, fortunately for him, the knight seemed way too pent up to dwell on this discussion any longer. Shamrock opened his uniform, button by button, these things weren’t exactly designed to be taken off easily. He sat down on Buggy’s thighs, dangerously close to where his half-hard cock was. Then, at last the jacket came off and was neatly folded and placed at the edge of the bed. Underneath the uniform he wore a white shirt with frills, making him look like a medieval prince straight out of a fairytale. Then what did that make Buggy? His princess?

"I hope you haven’t touched yourself while I was away," he teased and shamelessly jerked his hips forward so their clothed erections rubbed against each other.

"Couldn’t- I had to look after the guild," Buggy replied. Shamrock grabbed his wrists, but the pirate quickly detached his hands and covered his face with them.

The knight tutted at him like one might do with a misbehaving dog. His lips were close enough to his face that he could feel and smell his hot breath, roasted duck with thyme, a painful reminder that Shamrock saw Buggy as a dessert to his lavish dinners.

"Don’t hide from me, or do I need to put you in seastone shackles again?" Shamrock teased, but there was a serious undertone to it, it wouldn’t be the first time he had chained Buggy up.

"No! Fine, fine." He lowered his hands, it didn’t take more than a bat of his eyes for Shamrock to claim his lips once more. "Shams …"

"Yes, my beautiful, fearsome emperor?" Oh, he knew just what to say to make him flustered.

"Can’t wait- stop toying with me, just-," Buggy growled with frustration, he thrusted his hips up to meet Shamrock’s cock, hoping to make his demands clear as day.

"Hm? What is it?" Shamrock pretended to be especially dense tonight and refused to move even an inch, sitting on Buggy's lap like a throne as he enjoyed the man’s suffering. "Want me to stop? Is it too much for you to bear, my dearest?"

"Shut up and fuck me, you arrogant prick!" The emperor barked at him, regretting his choice of words in the same heartbeat.

Something snapped inside Shamrock. Had the light in his eyes threatened to fade before, then they were pitch black now, not even the flickering lights of the candles reflected in the dark of his iris. He held Buggy's wrists with one hand while he used the other to pry his lips wide open. Then the knight spat into his mouth and closed it shut.

"Such heresy coming from your mouth, I think it needs to be washed. Swallow and say thank you," the redhead commanded, finely manicured nails scratching over Buggy's face.

Buggy quickly gulped down Shamrock’s spit, it hardly tasted like anything, except for the hint of shame he felt prickling on his tongue.

"Good boy, so you do have manners," Shamrock praised him and Buggy's fearful face lit up at the positive affirmation.

That's where the moment of relief ended. Shamrock wasted no more time sliding from Buggy's hips only to yank his shirt open, fabric tearing and buttons flying across the bed. He could only focus on his breathing as his nightly lover destroyed his robes to unveil his bruised flesh, old and fresh wounds decorated his thin frame from his chest down to his groin. No spot was left unmarked by the celestial dragon, if one had caught sight of the markings, they might have assumed Buggy had been brutally beaten up.

Shamrock pulled whatever torn fabric was left of Buggy's red pants off his thighs so he could be mesmerized by all the shades of green, blue and red painting his skin. Right above the hem of his thin, white boxers was a particularly nasty bruise. The knight pushed his finger against the wound until Buggy yelped.

"I wish I could cut into your flesh and fuck the wounds I leave behind," Shamrock spoke so faintly, Buggy was sure those words were not meant for his ears.

"What?" He dared to speak up.

"I said," Shamrock put on an eerily distant smile, his eyes not quite meeting Buggy's as he looked up, "I wish I could breed you and never leave you behind."

Buggy's grip on the bed sheets tightened, the knight had never been in the most sanest mindset, but tonight he seemed especially on edge.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," Buggy replied just to soothe the wild animal between his legs.

It worked. Thankfully. Shamrock left his bruises alone in favor of wrapping his hand around his cock, pre-cum was leaking through the fabric, leaving behind a wet patch almost like the emperor had pissed himself. Shamrock must have thought the same thing, he chuckled and gave him a few half-hearted strokes just to make Buggy's suffering worse.

The truth was, he had been thinking of Shamrock all day, while he struggled with paperwork and dealt with his grumpy colleagues, he caught himself more than once running his hand over his crotch at the thought of his knight in not-so shiny armor fucking him into the sheets.

"Turn around for me, baby."

Buggy didn’t need to be told twice. Although he took a moment to get on his hands and knees, he was more than satisfied to let his head fall down into the pillow while he lifted his ass up high until his cheeks rubbed up against Shamrock's dick. He earned himself two strong hands caressing what little fat he had on his ass, eventually they slipped underneath his underwear and pulled the bothersome cloth down to his thighs. The emperor could feel how soft his palms were, hands which had never seen a day of hard labor, yet they were firm and unrelenting in their touch.

Soon, the clown moaned into the pillows, wiggling his ass around to entice Shamrock to go further. His cock was curved against his stomach and incredibly hard, his balls swung around each time the knight caressed near his taint.

"You poor thing, you must be starving down here. If you came with me to the holy land I’d feed you properly," Shamrock promised, slowly lowering his face down to Buggy's hole. His greedy hands reached out to stroke over his stomach while his lips met the rim of his anus, licking and kissing every spot in the most unholiest of ways. "I’d fatten you up with nothing but the most delicious meals, and my child, of course."

Buggy wanted to protest, remind the crazed God sucking on his asshole that he was never going to be Shamrock’s personal incubator, breeding mare or whatever else he saw him as! But words became impossible to form, every lick of that holy tongue pushing inside him rendered the emperor speechless.

"Imagine," Shamrock continued whenever he took a short break from eating Buggy out to breathe, "You could be so incredibly happy, a few pounds heavier and as lazy as you wish. My perfect wife, we would never have to meet in secret again."

Perhaps it was the magic Shamrocks' serpent tongue worked on both his mind and body, but Buggy was beginning to fantasize about his life as a domestic househusband. Something thick and hard tore him from his daydreams, he opened his eyes and looked back at the smug expression on Shamrock’s face as he positioned his tip at Buggy's twitching hole. His tongue wasn’t nearly enough to prepare him for the massive girth about to force its way inside, yet Buggy was so cock-hungry that he eagerly pushed back against the intruder.

"Tight, so fucking tight," the knight groaned, all that stoicism he liked to carry around like a shield in public faded away. "I'm not leaving without you tonight."

Buggy brushed his words off as nothing more than dirty talk. Shamrock laid his bare hand on his naked belly to feel every inch of his cock drill deeper into him and stretch out his stomach, the emperor whined and instinctively tried to crawl away from the pain, but Shamrock kept him easily fixated. He wasn’t getting away until the celestial was done, that was for sure.

"You’re gonna end up killing me someday," Buggy moaned, struggling to take all of Shamrock. He spread his legs further until his muscles ached and screamed at him to stop, the redhead encouraged him to keep going with a few well-placed spanks to his testicles and the inside of his thighs.

"And what if I did?" There it was again, that flicker of darkness in his voice. Shamrock pushed forward like a ram slamming through heavy castle doors, one painful scream from his beloved and he was buried to the hilt. "If you died now, I'd keep on fucking your corpse until you'd go cold."

Buggy tensed up at that revelation, his insides tightened out of fear, which drew all kinds of dirty noises from the self-proclaimed God. He stared at him like a deer in headlights, wondering if Shamrock meant anything of what he said.

"Don’t be so scared, it just means I love you beyond life or death."

Yeah, yeah! That's all it was. A confession of love.

Shamrock didn’t mind how Buggy had frozen up. As his father always told him- "If they freeze, it means they’re ready to be bred", he couldn’t remember if he had spoken about cattle or humans, but what did it matter? Where was the difference?

"Shamrock," the younger man pleaded with him, begging for something, he couldn’t tell for what. For pleasure, for relief, for a moment in heaven away from all the suffering he endured.

The knight gave him everything all at once.

Shamrock leaned over Buggy's lithe frame as he began slamming his cock into him, every thrust as brutal as the first. Slowly, his blouse slipped from his body, unraveling a dark tattoo on his left arm, nothing more than a blurry mess in Buggy's teary eyes. He was all lean muscle and very little fat, unlike a certain someone … Fuck, Buggy didn’t want to be reminded of him! Not now, not when such a beautiful and powerful man looked at him like he was his entire universe.

Shanks used to look at him just the same.

"Harder!" Buggy yelped, hoping more force would distract him from his wandering mind.

"Aww, Buggy you're so adorable when you get all embarrassed like that! C'mere, let me taste you again," Shanks teased him, hands groping at his waist, holding him tight as he shoved his tongue deep into his mouth.

"Buggy?" Shamrock breathed out, right into his ear, eyes sharp and distrusting.

"Harder, please, sir," he corrected himself, cold sweat dropped from his forehead and he wished he could have wiped it away, but if he let go of the death grip he had on the blanket beneath him, he might slip and pass out.

"As you wish," Shamrock obliged happily and picked up his pace, his rhythm had been inhuman and hardly bearable before, but now his cock beat up his prostate with even more vigor and fury.

At last, Shamrock took pity on Buggy's poor dick bouncing unattended between his legs, so he grabbed it, the length disappeared in his palm, and he jerked him off with practiced ease.

"You're thinking of him again, aren’t you?" Shamrock said as he bit into an old bruise on his neck, using the pain to gain Buggy's attention.

"N- no," he lied, he was a terrible liar, only fools and idiots fell for his schemes. How he thought he could get away with such lies when it came to the devil himself was beyond him to understand.

"What does he have that I don’t, my dearest? Tell me," he beckoned him, never slowing down his thrusts.

"Nothing, I don’t- I don’t ever want to talk about him again, he's dead to me," Buggy admitted, hiding his face in the pillows, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Good, because if he wasn’t …," Shamrock chuckled dryly and pounded into Buggy at the most painful angle, the emperor cried out and arched his back, his cock twitched and despite the agony he came into the knight's bare hand. "I would kill him for you!"

Buggy only moaned in response, embarrassed that he had cum prematurely to the thought of his lover killing the redhead he despised yet yearned for so badly. He gazed at Shamrock, no, Shanks? His mind was too hazed to tell the demons apart.

"Bad boy, how dare you finish before I do?" Shams suckled on the bite wound he had left, after a short break to coat Buggy's softening dick with his own semen, he went right back to jerking it, forcing him to grow hard again. His prostate must have been bleeding at this point, with how harshly Shamrock bullied it.

"Hey, don’t feel bad! Plenty of guys come first without meaning to, not that that would ever happen to me-," Shanks laughed and patted Buggy's shoulder too roughly. "Sorry, let's just keep going before Roger wakes up!"

Buggy's shaky hand touched his cheek, tears were streaming across his face, all while Shamrock was glaring at him so close that he could feel his breath. His blood dripped from his lips, a warning of everything he could do to him. He couldn’t let him find out!

"Let me- let me ride you!" Good, an excellent distraction. He saw Shamrock's light up and knew he had done a great job.

The knight was in awe at the request, he pulled out, leaving Buggy's hole empty and gaping. With his dick still in hand, they changed positions and Shamrock lay down, his mouth half agape as he was too stunned by Buggy's raw beauty to speak. He spread his legs and slowly lowered himself down onto Shamrock's member, it speared him open once more, no matter how wide he had been stretched out, it would always be a snug fit.

"Hah, we should have done this earlier. You look magnificent like this, my pretty doll," Shamrock spoke breathlessly as he held onto Buggy's waist and guided him to bounce up and down. His ponytail soon came undone and his long blue hair fell into his face, Shamrock sat up to brush it away, he needed to see those delicious tears of what he thought was simply overstimulation. "Now then, show me how much you adore me."

Buggy put on his most sluttiest display, he leaned back to let his hands rest on Shamrock’s thighs, then he lifted his hips just enough to let his celestial lover see how his fat cock looked half-way inside his hole. It was almost comical how big the size difference was, not just between his opening and Shamrock's meat, but their cocks too. The emperor was smaller than the knight's hand, even when hard, his dick twitched with excitement as he rode that man's lap like his life depended on it.

No matter how hard Shamrock had trained his will and restraint, he was a slave to pleasure like the most filthiest of mortals were. He reached up to cup Buggy's face as he sobbed into the palm of his hand and left kisses thick with lipstick on it. His mascara began to ran down his face, messy lines of dark blue turned him into a sad clown. It became clear to Shamrock that he needed to save this precious angel from the corruption of the underworld.

"Hold onto me, doll." Shamrock warned him, Buggy desperately reached for his hands, still crying and weeping.

A burst of haki ran through Buggy's core, stronger than the blast which had taken him to his knees at the beach. He was paralyzed, couldn’t move or speak as red lightning flickered around Shamrock's lower body. Jolt after jolt zapped through his insides, the celestial couldn’t stop tormenting his already spent body for his own twisted pleasure.

"I thought a little haki couldn’t hurt you?" He mocked him, but his words had no bite to them, for his eyes hardly stayed open and noises most unbecoming of a God escaped him. "Mine, all mine!"

Shamrock finished inside Buggy, he held him firmly in place so every drop of his holy seed would remain deep inside his love, he grunted and snarled at the man sitting in his lap, all to show how much he enjoyed to spend his orgasms buried in none other than the blue haired mortal he had fallen for.

He pulled on his hair to get him off, Buggy simply fell down face first into the mattress, cum leaked from his ass - Shamrock wished he could have a painting made in oil of this very moment.

For a while they just panted in silence, then Shamrock pulled Buggy's motionless body close to cuddle him fiercely and with no intentions of letting go.

"And … have you changed your mind?" Shamrock asked, playing with Buggy's hair.

Buggy sighed against the redhead’s chest.

"About what?" He asked, dreading the answer.

"Following me back to Marie Geoise."

Buggy paused, memories flashed before his eyes. Memories of him begging Shanks to come with him to find the One Piece, to be pirates together, "free as the sea" as Shamrock had called it! The pain of being denied sat deep, even now he could feel it pulling on his heart strings. And yet here he was, looking up at the perfect mirror image of the man he once would have died for, and this time it was the redhead begging him. So why couldn’t he say yes? What would he miss in this world?

Was it nothing more than the desire to find Roger’s treasure before Shanks did?

He had waited too long without realizing it. Shamrock licked fresh tears off his face, why was he crying again?!

"I- I told you I can’t go. Not now! Let's just wait."

Shamrock stopped licking him, with his tongue hanging from his mouth he retreated like a kicked puppy.

Peace at last. Buggy forced his eyes shut and tried to ignore the man lying in bed with him, he didn’t wish to deal with his nagging any longer. He was staying down here, among the filthy pirates he was a strong emperor, feared by all. In the land of Gods he would be nothing but a pawn under Shamrock's hand.

A gentle ocean breeze went through the small opening of the tent, Buggy instinctively cuddled closer to Shamrock.

Suddenly the moon light beamed down into both of their faces and a tall, dark shadow was cast over them. In the entrance of the tent stood Mihawk with his trusted sword laying heavy in his hands.

"Ah, so my senses have not been tricking me. It really is you, Red-haired," Mihawk spoke up.

Buggy immediately pushed Shamrock away and tried to pull the blanket over his naked, ruined body but the swordsman's sharp eyes had already bored through him like nails.

"You must be gravely mistaken," Shamrock replied lazily, not bothering to cover up or move even an inch. He raised his chin and grinned at the mortal who dared to threaten him. "I'm nothing like my filthy brother."

Mihawk blinked slowly, his face remaining stoic. "Leave before I behead you."

"Hawkeyes! It's not what it looks like- you don’t have to fight him!" Buggy tried to intervene, but there was nothing he could do.

The last thing he remembered was Shamrock lunging himself off the bed and Mihawk raising Yoru into the air. Then everything went black for Buggy.

[ … ]

The sound of birds greeting the early morning sun slowly stirred Buggy awake, he felt his muscles aching and turned on his side with his eyes still closed. His mattress felt unusually soft and pleasantly cold, he rubbed his nose against his pillow and sighed dreamily. Something pulled on his arm, he groaned and tried to move his wrist into a more comfortable position but he couldn’t.

That's when he opened his eyes and was blinded by the sunlight reflecting on the white pillars all across the spacious bedroom he had woken up in. Its smell was unfamiliar and cold, a bit like a hospital room with a bouquet of lavender slowly drying out in the sun. He blinked a few more times until he had adjusted to how bright everything was.

Memories came trickling back to him.

Had he died and landed in heaven? Unlikely, a pirate like him wasn’t fit for a place like this. Unless …

A certain redhead stood across the room, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy smile on his lips. His hair done in perfect curls and his body dressed in his prettiest uniform. A sword rested at his hip.

"Good morning, my beloved," Shamrock cooed and slowly approached the bed.

Buggy was startled, he desperately tried to get away from him, but in that moment he had to realize that he was chained to the bed post with seastone.

"Shamrock- Where are we?" He asked in a panic, his heart racing.

"In the holy land, silly!" Shamrock replied like Buggy had asked the most stupidest of questions.

"I want to go home," he begged, his voice breaking.

"But we are home, don’t you remember? I saved your life, now you never have to fear anyone ever again." Shamrock sat at the edge of the bed and forcefully took Buggy's free hand, he kissed each of his knuckles one by one just like he had done last night.

"You will become my wife, Buggy, aren’t you excited?"

Buggy's eyes widened in shock.

"Do you think you're ever going to get married?" Shanks had asked him as they waited for Rayleigh to finish changing their bed sheets.

"Pff, no, ew," Buggy had replied, finding the idea of marriage incredibly boring and silly. "Why would I wanna be stuck with someone all my life?"

"I mean, don’t you want to be stuck with me?" Shanks asked again and Buggy felt a heat rising in his cheeks. "Hah, see? I got you."

"Shut up, you stupid redhead!"

"I love you, sweetheart. Breakfast will be here soon."

Shamrock kissed him softly, it would have been kinder to stab him with a knife.