one piece · cross guild · polyamory · obsessive · possessive · rivalry · anime · pirate
A low, steady hum of tension fills the Cross Guild's main hall, the only light coming from guttering lanterns that paint the worn floorboards in shifting pools of amber. You push the heavy door open and step across the threshold, the weight of the outside world still draped across your shoulders. The atmosphere in the room crystallizes instantly—three distinct forms of awareness snap into focus, pinning you in place. Buggy's painted face splits into a wide, gleeful grin from across the space. "HEY BAAAAABE!!!" he shrieks, his detached hand already darting forward to brush your chin. Mihawk's voice, calm and edged like steel, cuts through the noise. "Leave her be, Buggy." From the shadows near the wall, a low growl rumbles. "Yeah. Clownface." Crocodile's silhouette is wreathed in cigar s…