#eustass kidd angst

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one piece boys rescuing you pt. 2

☆ characters: sanji, kidd

☆ up next: waking up with the one piece boys

☆ summary: you end up in an awful situation where your life is put in serious danger. will they be able to save you in time?

☆ content: physical violence, slight SA implications, gory imagery (blood, wounds, injuries, etc.), mutual pining, angsty, happy ending, mdni

☆ a/n: i am the proud leader of the scottish!kidd agenda and like to imagine him using scottish slang and having a thick accent so this required some extensive research into scottish swear words lol. chebs (tits) is my favorite. enjoy!

part 1

Sanji:

Zoro nodded, wordlessly, resting against the doorframe. 

“Careful you don’t catch her in the crossfire.” 

Sanji said nothing. He opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him. 

For the first time in his life Zoro’s presence brought him a degree of comfort. He knew he could handle whatever awaited him by himself, but he would be a fool to deny that the swordsman was further guaranteeing your safe return home. 

He descended a small set of stairs into a dark, damp basement. The walls were lined with a sickly yellow mold and the smell of rot had sunken into the cracks of concrete, filling the room with the thick, metallic smell of drying blood. 

His stomach churned knowing that you were somewhere here.

A door lay slightly ajar at the end of the hallway, pale yellow light pouring out from it. 

He approached the door, pushing it open with his free hand. 

Merde. 

He was greeting with a sight that made his head spin in a way it never had before. He steeled himself, biting back the urge to vomit at the sight of what they had done to you. 

Five or six men, whose faces he didn’t care to look at, stood around the room surrounding you. 

The outer corners of the dirty cloth that had been wound around your mouth as a gag were soaked through with blood. Sanji felt heat climbing up his throat and settling into the space behind his eyes translating itself from mere anger to blind fury. 

Your hands were bound too tightly behind your back leaving your elbows bending at unnatural angles and your shoulders jutted forward as though they were being torn out from your skin. 

He began to undo his tie, watching from the corner of his eye as one of the men- the apparent leader- began loading his gun. His breath was shaky and uneven, the inhales and exhales never dealing with an equal amount of air. 

He never took his eyes from you as you doubled over and took small gasps of air. In the midst of his disbelief he made a mental note of each injury you seemed to have. Broken wrists, dislocated shoulders, broken ribs, cuts and bruises covering most of you- the most upsetting of which were the purpling fingerprints around your neck.

He would return every injury done to you tenfold. As he took another inhale from his cigarette he realized that you were losing blood from another wound to your side.  

The few-days-old injury to his left eye, bloodied and mushed, the broken finger on the hand wrapped around his gun, the dried trickle of blood pouring out of his left ear. 

Atta girl. He knew you wouldn’t have gone down with a fight. Sanji took a moment to glance at the others in the room, all bearing similar injuries, and couldn’t help the smirk that settled onto his face. 

One of them said something, perhaps a snarky remark meant to question his confidence, or an insult meant to diminish it. He wasn’t sure. Nothing other than you was registering in his blurring mind.

It was the sound of a faint drip, drip, drip that sealed their fate. 

As Sanji turned to see your tears hitting the floor his vision blacked. 

He felt the unfamiliar feeling of hot blood covering his hands- the very ones he’d sworn to never use in battle. 

The feeling of flesh tearing beneath his fingernails, his fingers grabbing whatever mass they could get their hands on and tearing. 

You turned your head toward the floor, trying to block out the sounds of gore and violence that echoing within the four damp walls that had held you prisoner for the past two days- not because it scared you, no. But because you did not want to face the pure satisfaction that the scene unfolding before you brought. It was too much to watch someone else carry out the revenge that was rightfully yours. 

You laid your forehead against the cold floor, sweat dripping from your forehead. God, you were exhausted. You let your body hand limp, allowing yourself to rest as best you could now that Sanji was here. 

You weren’t positive- the old digital clock that was on the desk in the corner seemed to not work properly- but by the time Sanji finally stopped, bending down to wipe the blood off of his hands onto the shirt of one of the men, you guessed that thirty six-ish minutes had passed. 

You held still as Sanji undid the restraints against your hands, letting yourself fully fall onto the floor. 

You sighed, savoring how good it felt to feel the cold, wet cement pressing against your shaking body. The floor, which for days you had been dangled over, teased with, now welcoming you onto it. 

A warm, sticky hand under your chin broke the pleasure. Sanji tilted your chin slightly upward to look at him. 

“Mon coeur,” he said, voice shaking.

“Sanj’,” you responded, closing your eyes and resting your head into his palm. 

“Can you sit up? I’ll carry you out.” 

“I can stand,” you said, more aggressively than intended. But you didn’t need to be treated like you were fragile. The fact that you were even alive was a testament to that. 

Sanji drew back, offering you only a silent hand in case you needed any assistance getting to your feet.

You struggled, taking deep breaths as you shakily made your way onto aching feet, feeling like a thousand nails were being screwed into your skin. 

Sanji tucked a hand under your armpit, resting it gently against your hips- your ribs were too cracked to risk applying any pressure to your sides. 

You winced, eyes shutting as you let the ebbing pain pass through you, placing one foot in front of the next. 

You made it to the door before you spoke.

“Let me have a smoke, will you?” 

You reached for the cigarette between his lips before he could answer and took a deep inhale, ignoring the hot white pain that seared through your chest as you did. 

One of your captors, the one who tied you up, was lying by the door. Eyes open and glazed over, mouth swelling like a dead fish left out in the hot sun. 

You bent down, enduring the pain sent by your body, a desperate attempt to make you stop moving. 

You pushed the lit cigarette into your captor’s open mouth, watching the ash burn his tongue.

You stood back up, leaning against Sanji. 

“Carry me?” 

He nodded, picking you up ever so gently, his hands providing you with a sense of security that you had spent the last several days losing any hope for. 

“One last thing, Sanj’,” you said. 

You closed your eyes, cementing this place into your brain. The stench of blood, now fresh and coppery. The humid air that stuck to your skin. 

Whispering, more to yourself than anyone, you uttered a final word.

“Rot in hell.”

Sanji carried you up the stairs and out the door. 

It was only when you saw the first hint of sunlight that you allowed yourself to fully indulge in the comfort of his presence. He was here, you were safe, he had you. 

Zoro was waiting for you with Chopper when you got outside. The sun felt both heavenly and hellish. It’s warmth proof that you were still alive- that blood flowed perhaps too freely through your bones. And it’s brightness, which so highly contrasted the mildewy lamplight of the room you were stuck in, a confirmation of what you’d gone through. But the harsh rays were suddenly replaced by cool shadow and you opened your eyes as Chopper did what immediate work was available for him to do. Sanji stood over you, the sunlight pouring over him from behind his head, a worried look on his face. 

You closed your eyes again, the tiredness of your body finally catching up with you. 

Zoro, who up until this point had said nothing, placed a hand on Sanji’s back. A gentle touch that offered a surprising sense of grounding. 

“Your hands,” he observed. Sanji looked down at them, caked in dried blood and small, stringy pieces of… skin, maybe? Flesh? He tried to recall but everything was a blur. 

Sanji shrugged, “Didn’t notice.” 

He looked at Zoro who gave him a curt nod and they both turned their attention back to you. 

A memory played out before you. 

I must be knocked out, you thought. It was crystal clear, so unlike a dream that you momentarily felt you might actually be reliving it. 

The white light of the fridge in the kitchen cast you in a glow as you rummaged through its contents. It was rare to have any leftovers with this crew. There was some fruit- none of which you liked. Milk, eggs, carrots, pork, nothing. Ingredients upon ingredients and you knew better than to start trying to cook. 

“Hungry?” 

You turned, startled to see Sanji lighting a cigarette in the doorway. 

“Yeah.. Not many options though.” 

Sanji came to stand beside you, beginning to do his own rummaging. He began grabbing several things, a head of cabbage, carrots, pork, butter, heavy cream… 

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna start cooking. It’s nearly three in the morning!” 

Sanji smiled at you, taking out the set of kitchen knives you’d gifted him just two months prior for Christmas (a gift that left his nose bleeding for nearly half an hour). 

“Ah. I couldn’t sleep. And besides, it is my job to feed you if you’re hungry.” 

You smiled and took a seat at the counter, watching him cook. Normally you might offer to help but you were far too hungry to allow your lack of expertise to ruin your own meal. 

He moved with such mesmerizing fluidity, the art was clearly a second nature to him and to watch it was captivating. The cutting of vegetables, the smell of cooking meat, the view of his forearms flexed as his hand gripped the handle of the knife, the tease of his happy trail when he lifted his arms to reach for something and his slightly small pajama shirt lifted. 

Sanji was enchanting- but so were you. 

Your head tilted to the side as you rested it on your hand, a small smile set on your lips. Your shirt was the exact opposite of his- too big on you- and was hanging off of your shoulder. Sanji did his best to not stare at your collarbone, and the line it painted that led up your pretty neck. 

“What’re you making anyway?” 

“Garbure,” he said, simmering a pot on the stove, “It’s a french soup. Sort of a cleaning-out-the-fridge thing. But it’s amazing when made well.”

You hummed, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Honestly? I heard you in the kitchen and figured I’d make you something to eat.” 

“You’re an angel.” 

He looked up at you and the two of you smiled. A light jolt of electricity ran down your back. 

God, was he always this handsome?

“I think so?” 

“What?” 

“You… asked if I’m always this handsome- That was for me right?” 

“Oh- Fuck, I-I hadn’t meant to say it out loud!” Your cheeks darkened and you let out an embarrassed giggle.

“I’d ask if you’re always so beautiful but I know the answer is yes.” He ladled the soup intj a bowl and set it in front of you, serving one for himself as well. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you ate. 

“Mmmf- ‘S good!”

Your hand snaked through the opening between his bicep and chest to rest on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Thanks Sanj’.”

He smiled, and leaned his head against yours.

“You know, you’re the only one who calls me that. Makes me feel special.”

“You are. Who else can make ‘garbage’ this good?”

You added a french accent. 

“Garbure!” he corrected, laughing. 

“Right, right. That.” 

Maybe it was the soup or the feeling of Sanji’s hair against your forehead- both a warm and physical proof of how much you were cared for, but you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full. 

The rest of the memory is blurry. 

You can recall the weight of sleep seeping into your body, more and more of your weight being shifted on to Sanji. 

The feeling of his hands under you, carrying you to bed. Or was that now- as he carried you into the Sunny’s infirmary? The last thing you remember- if this was even a memory anymore- is the feeling of a kiss being pressed upon your cheek. 

You woke up in one of Sunny's medical rooms with very little pain.

“I made sure you got the bed by the big window,” Sanji said from the chair he’d pulled up next to your bed, “You joked about it once.. That if you ever got hurt you’d want the room with it.” 

It looked like he’d spent the night. You were in new clothes but he wasn’t. Dark circles lined his eyes.

You smiled at him, “Thanks… For everything. I’d still be there if you hadn’t-”

Your eyes welled with tears and your lower lip was trembling, like your body recognized that within these four walls any emotions would be welcome.

Sanji placed his hand over yours and rubbed his thumb up and down your wrist. 

The tears flowed freely now, as you looked down at his hands. 

“Sanji…” 

He had started washing them but the moment Chopper told him you were stable he abandoned the project altogether. His hands were cleaner but browning bits of red gunk were drying in his nail beds. 

Your eyes were wide as you waited for him to say something, your breath shallowing.

He sighed. He didn’t want you to be reminded of anything that had to do with what you’d gone through.

“Yeah,” he said, at a loss for words. 

“I’m… sorry.” 

You weren’t sure what to say. But your heartbeat picked up as he squeezed your hand.

“Don’t be, mon ange, I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. We all are.” 

You laid your head back down, chewing your lip. 

“I’m glad it was you. That found me.” 

Sanji’s chest tightened. 

He’d come to terms with how he felt about you, a feeling both amplified and confirmed by the sound of your voice. His time spent around you affected him deeply beyond flirty remarks and nicknames. He was reduced to so very little in your presence, a nervous bundle of love sickness and desire. 

And you were glad he found you- that he rescued you. 

“So am I.” 

You turned to look at him. 

It didn’t really have to be said- it was there. 

In his hands dripping with filth and violence, and on your face teary-eyed and thankful. In the lingering touches and glances the two of you have been sharing for the year you’ve been a part of the Straw Hat crew. 

Neither of you had to say ‘I love you’. It was there. 

Sanji pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I made soup,” he said smiling at you, “Garbage.” 

You nodded, lightly laughing. It hurt your ribs.

“I can warm some up for you, if you’d like?” He stood up, preparing to leave.

“No- Can you stay? Please,” you said. 

Sanji smiled, “Of course!” 

You scoot over on the bed making space for him, which he happily took. 

You laid your head onto his shoulder, and grabbed his hand. You felt him freeze up when you did, and laughed. 

“You just saved my life and saw me at my lowest- is holding my hand too much?” 

Sanji chuckled, “You’re right. How about this then?” 

He brought a hand underneath your chin and you locked eyes as a smile spread across his face. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was soft, and chaste. Perfect. You placed a hand against his neck to prevent him from pulling away and deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips. You felt a small moan escape him and smiled against him. When you finally pulled away a thin string of saliva connected your lips to his.

“Hot,” you said, giggling. 

Sanji’s pupils were blown wide and his cheeks pink. A few beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead and he tugged his tie loose. 

“You okay, Sanj?” 

“Yes! More than okay- I just, I wasn’t expecting that.”

You nodded, holding his hands. 

“Well, I would like to shower and… I take it you haven’t showered yet either.”

Sanji gulped, “Um, no. I haven’t.”

You smiled, admittedly proud of yourself for flustering him out of his flirty act. 

“Would you like to join me?”

Poor thing, he tried his hardest to maintain eye contact and keep up his civilized demeanor, but the steady trickle of blood that had started to pour out of his nose gave him away. 

“Yes!” he yelled, “Mon dieu, tentatrice de femme, yes, please. I would love to join you.”

You laughed, getting up out of bed. 

“Mind carrying me?”

“Of course, my love!”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up, “It’s nice to have you back, perv.”

He blushed, “What can I say? An offer like that from a woman like you is enough to fix anyone up.” 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, walking you out of the infirmary toward the showers. 

Kidd: 

You were going to kill him. If you got out of this alive you were going to kill your captain and tear his other arm off. You knew that, one way or another, this heist was going to go wrong. It was messily planned, Killer hadn’t been consulted, and Kidd was motivated primarily by anger and a bruised ego. 

You sighed, somewhat resigned to your fate, and leaned back against the wall, trying to ignore the barrel of a shotgun that was resting against your temple. 

“Mind backing up with that?” 

The pirate holding the weapon shot you a faux-sympathetic smile, “Sorry, baby, Captain’s orders.”

He trailed a finger down your back, causing you to struggle against the cuffs. He dropped his hand and laughed at your reaction. “You’re disgusting,” you spat at him. 

He nodded. “Yeah, and you’re stuck with me here. So better watch that mouth.” 

Your wrists ached, it had been a while since you last felt the weight of sea stone against your skin. It was worse than you remembered. You could feel every muscle in your arms straining above you from where the chain that linked the cuffs hung on a nail. The first time you were handcuffed, the marines had caught you stealing but you were only fifteen, not yet a pirate, and lucky enough to have ran into a notoriously easy going captain who let you off with a warning. Those handcuffs were metal, tight against your wrists but not physically draining- if anything, you were only riled up at the inconvenience of having your hands tied. Sea stone was different. A naturally occurring mineral found in the depths of the ocean weaponized against you and other power holders. When you first felt sea stone a few years after, tight and heavy around your wrists, the fatigue stuck with you the most. How humiliating it was to not only be powerless but to have the will to fight drained from your body. You’d only narrowly escaped and swore to never be rendered so powerless again. 

Yet here you were, silently praying that Kidd would walk in soon. This heist was a bad idea from the start but you’d only agreed because you had stupidly assumed that Kidd had acquired accurate information. Your anger had somewhat subsided as you approached your third hour in captivity, it was too tiring. Hopelessness had begun to spread. 

The entire heist was Kid’s idea in the first place. A poorly executed revenge plot that you and Killer had tried to discourage. 

“That’s them?” you asked, pointing to a group of pirates. 

“Aye… First year we spent in the New World those bawbags got a few good shots on us. Heat came out with a few broken bones and it took us around a month to get Victoria back up and runnin’.” 

“Ohh, I get it. They hurt your ego and you want to get back at them. That always ends well.” 

Kidd scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“No- it’s luck. They have the map we need… and a lot of treasure that I wouldn’t mind taking.” 

“See!? Ego. If this was just about necessity we’d take the map and leave. I’m telling you that this is a bad idea.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. He’d had a nonstop headache since you joined the crew. 

“Alright! Alright. Jesus, woman! Killer won’t say yes either way so I need your cooperation. No gold, no treasure. We’ll just grab the map and be on our way.”

“And by we I’m assuming you mean me?” 

He flashed you a smile that made your chest tighten.

“Aye! And if you’re caught they wouldn’t hurt a bonnie lass like ya’ anyway.” 

“Oh, I’m sure. They seem like great people.” 

“Don’t start getting smart with me,” he said, pulling out a piece of paper. 

There was a diagram of a building on it, with a room in the back circled in red ink. 

A thick metal finger landed on it, “Here’s where the map is. This building is relatively unimportant to it so they assign their lower level lackeys to guard it. There’s two guards outside each door, four guards on this one. I’ll distract all except the four by pretending to steal some other shit. They’ll recognize me.”

“And I come in through this window I’m guessing?” 

A window at the end of the hall led right to the room you needed to access.

“Aye. You’ll be alright handling the four of ‘em. But you need to keep one conscious to show you where exactly the map is. Once you’ve got it- run. They’ve got a few devil fruit users in the crew and they’ll be at the scene fairly fast. From there we can bolt.” 

You thought about it. The plan seemed quite out of character. It was extremely unlike Kidd to avoid a fight even in circumstances like this. But maybe he had other reasons…

As though he read your mind he answered, “Look, if it was just me I'd kill every son of a bitch on that crew. But I don't want ya' getting hurt.” 

You sighed, “This is a terrible idea. Your information is twenty percent reliable, at most.” 

“If you follow my instructions and we stay near each other we’ll be fine.”

“Hm, so you’re scared I’ll get hurt, huh?”

You laughed, watching his brows furrow and his cheeks go pink.

“No! Kind of, it's just 'cause you’re weak and I don’t want to have to worry about ya'.” 

“You’re still mad about losing the arm wrestling match to me, huh?” 

He scowled, folding his arms across his chest- refusing to answer. 

“Alright, cry baby let’s go.” 

Kid’s information was wrong. The four guards were the devil fruit users. You’d managed to knock two of them out relying on haki alone, but the two left were stronger. If only you could isolate one of them. Your devil-fruit worked well in close distance one on one fights, but you were mentally unprepared for this fight and the two in front of you were logia-users. You were badly beat up and struggling to stay on the offensive. Your dodges were growing slower and slower, your attacks weaker and weaker. 

Fuck, you thought, trying to stay calm and think of your best course of action. You needed to get into the room they were guarding, if you could just create an opening that caught them off guard. 

You reached for the pocket knife you kept tucked in your boots- it was a dirty move but it would have to do. You faked an attack on one of the two conscious pirates, before quickly changing directions and throwing the knife directly at one of their unconscious crewmates. They both ran in the direction of the knife to defend their crewmate, giving you the perfect opportunity. You slipped past the pirate closest to the door, shutting it behind you and jamming the handle shut with a chair. You had ten seconds tops- a chair wasn’t going to come close to stopping a logia user. Luckily for you, they had made the mistake of assuming no one would get past them and left the map out in the open, on a table with a bunch of other papers. You swiped it, quickly rolling up a loose piece of paper to imitate the map. Right as you finished tucking it into your shirt you felt a hand wrap around your neck, your vision blurring. Damn it, you thought. 

You could faintly hear the voices of the two, ‘What should we do with her?’

‘She didn’t manage to take anything,’ they laughed. A small smile settled onto your face. 

‘She’s pretty, huh?’

You felt something heavy clamp down on your wrists. What little energy had evaporated, and you blacked out. 

You were starting to lose track of time. Three, maybe four hours had passed? You had no way of being sure other than the burning numbness that had spread throughout your body. Your arms were aching in a way you never thought possible, and you had been taken to a second location, you were sure of it. If you were in the same building as before, Kidd would have found you hours ago. But there was no doing anything now. The pirate watching you had kept his distance, aside from an occasional taunt or revolting brush of his fingers. He was now settling in the corner of the room, silently watching you, his gun’s aim never leaving you. You decided that staying quiet and avoiding eye contact was the best course of action, and beating his ass would only be a thought worth entertaining once you were out of the cuffs. 

“So how does a pretty lady like you end up in a situation like this?” 

He broke the silence, much to your disappointment.

You didn’t say anything.

He stood up, coming closer to you. Your stomach churned and you looked down. 

“I asked you a question,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

“Fuck. you.” 

You heard the crack of his fist against your jaw before you felt it. It was dizzying and left your mouth bloody and aching. You winced, running your tongue over your now split lip. 

“What’s your name?”

He tucked his gun into his pants. You braced yourself. This was going to be a long night. 

“Your name, baby, what is it?”

You spit the blood that was pooling in your mouth onto him. 

This time it was an uppercut to your stomach. You couldn’t even double-over in pain. The third hit was to the other side of your jaw. 

You stopped counting once they went over eight. You tried to think of something else, anything else.  Killer’s baked goods, Heat and Wire’s terrible joke collection, Kidd’s latest invention or screaming match with you. You’d seen them all only hours ago but your heart was aching. You missed them.

Your mind kept going back to a few weeks ago, replaying a memory you had been trying to forget. 

You were headed to the kitchen, you remember it was warm out- or was it raining? You went with raining. You took more time than usual to make your way up to the kitchen, meandering through the halls and tracing the old wood with your hands. The sound of hushed voices caught your attention, bringing you to a stop outside of your captain’s room.

“Why don’t you talk to her about it?” 

Kidd laughed loudly, more-so to make a point than anything. 

“And say what?  I know I’m an arse and not your type but I’m madly in love with ya’ please don’t kick my arse?” 

Killer chuckled, “That’s one way to do it. Or, you know, you could just be genuine and tell her the reasons why.” 

“‘Cause she’s a tough lass- and a bonnie one, at that, a bit too good for me, no?” he said. Your heartbeat was resonating up in your throat and your mouth ran dry- who were they talking about? Kidd had only ever taunted you for being one of the stronger members on board. Your heart contracted in your chest and a deeply unsettling sense of jealousy creeped its way into your system. You tried to shake it off- it’s not like you wanted your captain to be in love with you. You definitely weren’t in love with him. 

“… I dinnae Kil’,” you heard Kidd continue, “I might be a mean son of a bitch but I don’t think my heart could handle a rejection like that.” 

“You definitely couldn’t,” Killer agreed, laughing, “But I don’t think you’d get rejected. Worth a shot if you ask me.” 

Your brain tried focusing on other things, but you always came back to your captain. Hot-headed and irrational and eighty percent of the reason you were in this mess in the first place. He had you captivated. But it was enough. You felt yourself dancing the line between conscious and not and decided to savor these memories, these  snapshots of a life on the sea. You didn’t hear when Kidd finally came in, staining the walls with a spray of red blood as he tore through the man who had dared lay his hands on you. But when you noticed the lack of hits being thrown your way you looked up. 

Kidd had experienced heartbreak before- many times, but very few things compared to what he felt when he made eye contact with you. If a heart could physically break, tear and twist and shatter, that’s what Kidd felt seeing your face, bruises and bloodied. You took note of the red staining his metal hand. It was painted in multiple shades, light crimson to dark, sticky brown. He’d been at it for a while. 

He rushed to your side, picking you up by the waist and removing the handcuffs from the nail on the wall. Your arms had been numb for an hour or two now. You wished they weren’t so that this release might have felt more satisfying. 

You collapsed into Kidd, who kept his arm wrapped around you, bringing you into his chest. 

“Shh, Y/n, I’ve got ya’ lassie,” he said, voice wavering. 

“Kidd,” you said, wincing as you tried to sit up, “The map-”

“Don’t worry about the map,” he said, picking you up off the ground, “I’m getting you on board. I’ve already called Killer, he’s meeting us about half a mile away.” 

He sat up against the wall, legs spread sort and placed you in between them, your chest against his back. 

“Let me see your hands,” he said. 

You placed your hands in the palm of his metal one, shutting your eyes and he cracked the sea stone around your wrist. The cuffs fell off in pieces around you. 

He stood up, taking you in his arms, “How ya’ feeling?”

You coughed, the change in positions overwhelming you, “Like a million bucks.” 

“Atta girl.” 

Everything was muddy, your awareness, your vision, your memory. You clung to Kidd’s neck, tucking your head into his chest. His heart ached- you were scared. 

“You’re alright, Y/n. I’ve got ya’,” he said, “Won’t let anything happen to ya’.” 

You nodded, but your body refused to relax. At any moment, you told yourself, you were going to open your eyes and be back in that room. Kidd was your lifeline, a solid, physical reminder that you were safe now. 

Killer was understandably furious when he saw the two of you climbing on board, Kidd with some cuts and bruises and you, barely conscious in his arms. He was smart enough to put two and two together and realize that Kidd had ignored his advice. He was on the verge of telling you two off, but one look at your state kept him quiet. You don’t remember much after that, as you fell in and out of consciousness. A feeling of disgust settled deep within you as your mind replayed the way your captor laid his hands on you, and was only soothed at the memory of Kidd’s touch. Of how gentle he was. The next four days passed in a similar fashion. You were much too out of it to know, but Kidd spent the majority of his time by your side. He established his longest arguing streak with Killer yet, by insulting all of the food he brought you insisting that “she doesn’t like that.” He made sure that you got new blankets every few hours, forcibly making Heat warm each new blanket. No one got much sleep until, finally, Kidd decided you were stable enough and retreated to his office to mope. 

You woke up around an hour after Kidd finally left, and got up later that night after. Killer helped you to your feet. The feeling of the cool wood against your bare feet was relieving. 

“Where to madam?” Killer said.

“His office.I have a word or two for him.”

“Whose idea was it, anyway?” 

“Seriously? Whose idea do you think such a stupid stunt like that was?”

“Fair enough, but you were stupid enough to go along with it.”

“Fair enough.” 

Killer dropped you off in front of your captain’s office. 

“Best of luck,” he said, “And... I'm glad you're okay. You had me worried.”

You gave him a quick hug, “Thanks Kil'.”

You opened the door, closing it behind you. 

Kidd turned around to scowl at you. His prior softness already having been replaced with his usual attitude.

“Can’t be bothered to knock?” 

Your hands balled into fists at your side. You marched across the room toward where he was sitting, and landed a heavy slap across Kidd’s face. He staggered two steps back and landed in his seat.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, rubbing his cheek, “I deserved that.” 

“I told you! I fucking told you it was a bad idea and that your information was most likely innacurate. You risked my life and, even worse, your own. The crew could’ve lost everything, you selfish asshole!” 

He sat silently in his chair, avoiding eye contact with you. His cheeks were pink, one significantly more so than the other. 

“We should have called Killer like I said to and had another person with us- it was idiotic to have gone into that with just the two of us. Did I mention yet that I told you so? But you refuse to listen to anyone other than yourself, you absolute boar.”

The silence hung heavy in the room and you felt pride swell in your chest- you’d never seen your Captain so quiet before. 

“That was the stupidest decision I’ve seen you make in a long time,” you took a deep breath before reaching in your pocket, “But it paid off.” 

Kidd’s head turned to look at you, confusion was plastered over his face. 

You pulled the map out of your pocket and placed it in front of him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. 

“Thanks for the change of clothes,” by the way, you said sarcastically, “I smell great.”

No doubt he had given up on the map the moment he saw you in that room. He took note of the bruises around your wrists and gently grabbed them without thinking. 

“I’m… sorry,” he said, rubbing his thumbs on your wrists.

God, he could be stupid. But there was no one else you’d follow after as readily. 

You crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck with tears pooling in your eyes.

“I’m just glad you’re okay!” 

You felt him stiffen, not having expected you to hug him. 

“I was so worried,” you continued, “That something had happened to you.”

He wrapped his arms back around you, sinking into the weight of your embrace. 

“So was I.” 

You heard him sniffling, and rubbed his back gently. 

“Crybaby.” 

“I’m not cryin’,” he said, voice shaking. 

He squeezed you one last time before letting you go. 

You stood up, facing him. His eyeliner was running. 

It was quiet again, though this time it was much more awkward. You’d yelled at him plenty of times before, but never had you embraced like that. Your pink cheeks now matched his. This time you looked away from him. 

You felt a slight pull at the back of your neck and realized Kidd was pulling you by your necklace closer to him. 

You obeyed and sank down into his lap. Your mind was telling you this this was abnormal, an overstepping of boundaries. Kidd was your captain and friend. You shouldn’t be in his lap hugging him. But it felt so natural. Like the most casual thing in the world. 

“I was terrified,” he said quietly, “That I- That we might lose you.”

You rested your cheek against his, savoring how warm it was.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

“Oh trust me, I know,” he laughed, “You’re a rather tough lassie.”

Your ears perked up at that, and very quickly went red. 

“Oh,” you whispered. 

“What’s that?”

“You were talking about me the other day.”

Kidd paused for a second, “Was I?”

You giggled. 

“She’s a rather tough lassie,” you said, imitating his thick accent, “And a bonnie one at that. A bit too good for me, no?”

“Oi, oi! I was talking about someone else,” he said, his cheeks darkening several shades. 

You pinched his cheeks, “Well, that’s too bad. I would’ve said that I feel the same way.” 

He perked up, “Oh, yeah? How’s about I describe this tough lassie and ya tell me if the description fits.”

You smiled.

“Right, she’s about this tall,” he held up his hand to your standing height, “Sittin’ on my lap, and just about the prettiest girl on the sea. And I owe her enormously for my latest fuck up because if anything had happened to her I’d have gone absolutely mad and jumped right on overboard.” 

Your smile softened, and you stared at him for a moment. 

“Sounds about right,” you said. 

“Well, then.”

You leaned in toward him and moved slowly, just in case. Just in case he changed his mind or wanted to backtrack or wasn’t sure. But your lips touched and your captain showed no signs of regret or hesitation so you deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and savoring how he grabbed onto your hips. The kiss grew more and more heated, his grip on you stronger and stronger. You pulled away for air, gasping for breath. Kidd’s lipstick was smudged, and he brought a thumb up to wipe it off of your lips. His hand rubbed gently up and down your back. Fatigue began to take over as you let yourself indulge in the comfort of Kidd’s presence. Despite having been bedridden for several days your body was still mentally and physically in survival mode. Only now with a strong set of familiar arms wrapped around you could you finally relax. 

You laid your head down onto his shoulder, closing your eyes. 

“Tired?” 

“A bit.” 

“Sleep, lass. I’ll carry you to bed.” 

And you did. 

You woke up the next morning feeling more rested than you had in years, a thanks from your body for the break. 

The bedsheets surrounding you were unfamiliar, not your own. 

But the strong hand draped over your waist answered any questions you had started to form. You wiggled back until you felt your captain’s chest against your back, and held his hand, tucking it under your chin. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” 

“Good morning, Kidd.” 

[punktactical]

ASSHOLE , eustass kid ★

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summary ; a one-night stand with kid, more emotion spills out than it should.

warnings ; 18+ content , smut , mutual - masturbation , eating out , controlling behavior , cursing , light angst , kid is bad at feelings , he's also a lil asshole

a/n ; this was originally taken from my quotev one-shots , so if u recognize it , u know why lol ! woohoo my first post , i hope it does well *clasps my hands together obnoxiously*

★

★

eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he spat on her, grabbing her hips harshly.

"d - don't be so hard! it hurts." she whines, tears pricking her eyes as she pushes at his chest. he smacks her hand away, sneering at her. "don't tell me what to fucking do." he lifts up her dress, revealing her white, puffy bloomers.

"ya dress like a lil' girl." he shimmies her bloomers down to her knees, the fabric resting down her legs. her pink panties peek through from under her skirt. he reaches a large hand out to rub her, but she stops him shyly. "you said you wanted me to . . ." she looks away, embarrassed. " suck you off . " he grins, his gums showing from behind his lips. "so? i changed my mind, not like you get to decide what i do."

his thumb grazes her clothed cunt, making her suck in a breath. he licks her through her panties, saliva mixing with her slick. "oh, oh, eustass!" she gasps, squeezing her thighs around his head. he growls, his tongue pushing and prodding at her entrance. "you still got yer panties on, y'know? ya really gonna cum when i'm eating you out from behind yer panties?" she blushes, holding a small hand up to her open mouth. she sounds like she's about to cry, with the way she hiccups every so often. "besides, i needa get ya ready for my cock, it's big, y'know?" he laughs at her horrified expression. he pulls her panties to the side, his tongue diving into her wet cunt. she screams in delight, her fingers winding themselves up in his hair.

what wonders a guy with a rude mouth could do.

"eustass, i think - i'm gonna - !" her breath catches in her throat, a sharp shriek ripping through the air, he doesn't stop licking up her juices.

"then do it." he spits out between his sucking.

she grinds her teeth, screaming from behind them as she feels the waves of pleasure come crashing down onto her. her hands pull at his hair, tugging it harshly. he hisses, lapping up her juices quickly. her body is sweaty, the remaining clothes she had on sticking to her body. everything was so hot now, too hot. "take yer clothes off, i'ma jack myself to ya now. so get comfortable."

eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he forced her clothes off, stroking himself as she watches with a red face.

★

"what's yer name?"

"excuse me?"

they both laid in bed next to each other, still naked. they weren't touching though. his hands resting on his stomach while hers were holding her hips. "i never got yer name." she frowns. "does that really matter now? i'll be gone as soon as the sun rises." she closes her eyes, enjoying the plushness of the sheets beneath her. "no, but i just wanted to know, i guess." he turns his head the other way, hiding his embarrassed blush. god, why did he care anyways? she hums. "you're not the most kind man, are you?" he huffs. "what's the point of being nice? i'm a pirate." she looks at him with drowsy eyes. "i suppose so but." she reaches out a hand, the back of her fingers grazing his cheek.

"you're not being a complete asshole, just a little mean." she smiles, watching as he scowls, a visible blush on his cheeks.

"if yer gone as soon as the sun rises just like you say, then."

"i'd like to . ." he hesitates.

"i want to hold you." he gulps.

"only if you want to." he sighs.

it was almost a relief as soon as the words left his mouth. her smile widened. she shuffles over, her smaller body curling into his own. his hand hand rests on her hip, but it's cold, no affection radiating from it.

the cool metal reminds her that she is nothing but one night.

eustass kid was an asshole.

that much could be said as he woke up the next morning, the other side of his bed empty. he'll look around, confused, unsure as to what happened last night and if he'll ever remember. the only thing to remind him is a small, crumpled up letter with a name on it. he thinks about writing the name down.

he thinks about sailing the ocean, looking for the person that the name belongs to.

he thinks about fighting through thousands of marines, to get to that name.

he thinks . . .

he rips the paper up, the flakes falling to the floor. his hand continues to tear the paper up, his human hand. the only hand that has flesh. the only hand that has meaning.

as he said, he was just a pirate. what's the point?

eustass kid is and always will be an asshole.

not much can be said.

★

[hatsue-exe]

Can I get a request for Kidd and Law (separate) after a bad argument (hurtful words thrown both way) with their s/o? Who apologises first and how? How quick are they to forgive? What was said that hurt each other? Sorry if it's too long and detailed 😅

How they act after a fight:

warnings: some angst, fem!reader for kid (dunno why, just felt like it), gn!reader for law, reader is part of their crews.

Kid:

Eustass is the king of bickering with everyone in the ship, so it's not uncommon that you have disagreements. Fights, however, are a whole other situation.

When you actually fight, it escalates to the point where no one in the crew is able to ignore it. And Kid never masures his words, shouting whatever comes to his mind, so it gets hurtful pretty quickly.

Because of that, he's usually the one to apologise first, even if he's terrible at it.

"Why do you always get in the way? I can handle my own fucking fights!" you screamed as you boarded the Victoria Punk, your captain right behind you.

"Sure you could, just like last time, when you got yourself hurt and Killer almost got shot!"

"I was fine…" Killer mumbled, loud enough for you two to hear.

"See? He was fine! I was fine!"

"Of course he was fine, he's my fucking first mate! He's the one that got you out of that fucking mess! If he hadn't been fine, you'd be dead now!"

"As if you gave a shit about my well being!"

Heat passed the both of you, half the crew following him into the kitchen to try and ignore the fight. Killer, however, stuck around. He knew what was coming and that he'd have to interfere if it went any further.

"No, I don't give a shit about you at all, that's why I waste my fucking time protecting your useless ass from every enemy we cross!"

There it was.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes getting tearful at his words, but you held it, walking past Kid and out of the ship again. "Fine. Since I'm such a nuance, I'll get out of your sight. I'm no longer a Kid's Pirate."

That Killer was not expecting.

"Good fucking ridance."

Oh, no.

The entire crew got to the deck just in time to see you disappear back into the town you ported in. Killer went to his captain, pulling Eustass to the side. "Go after her.", he said, voice muffled by the mask.

"No. She left all her shit on the ship. She'll be back by dinner, when she's done trowing this fucking tantrum."

Problem was, you did not come back by dinner that day, nor the next, nor the following week. And Kid grew concerned. What if you crossed some marine's path? Or a stronger set of pirates?

What if you just didn't want to come back?

Those thoughts plagued his mind until he'd had enough. "Everyone! Get out there and find our fucking crewmate!"

Obviously, Killer was the one to find you. You were at a bar a bit far from the city, the owner being kind enough to land you a room in exchange for some help. "Captain wants you back."

"Your captain, Killer. I'll wait for some other crew to take me in."

"We're your crew." He sounded almost hurt, and you signed, putting away the broom and looking at him. "Come back to us, if not for him."

"So I can stand in your way? Killer, I have the lowest bounty of all of you. You have so much to conquer. I don't wanna bother."

"And I don't wanna conquer shit without you." Both of you turned to see Kid at the bar's door. "Can we talk in private?"

You took Kid to the back, while Killer went to find the rest of the crew. "We'll wait for you on the ship", he said, and you had no idea who he meant.

"Talk, Eustass."

"Look, I'm an idiot, a'right? I shouldn't have said that shit to you. When you got hurt and I didn't manage to stop it, when Killer was the one to go save you, I got mad at myself. I'm supposed to be your fucking partner, what use is that if I can't keep you safe? I was just trying to… Ugh, I don't even fucking know anymore."

"I get what you mean, Kid." You took a step towards him, barely believing your punk-ass captain was being so communicative. "But you can't spend your time babying me. I may not be the strongest, but…"

"You're strong. I wouldn't allow some weak thing on my ship. I wouldn't be in love with anyone weak. I'm sorry. Please come back to us. To me."

That last part was mumbled, but you knew it was sincere. Closing the space between you, you hugged Kid by the waist. "Second and last chance, Eustass. Pull this shit again and I'll rip your other arm."

"HA! Now there's my girl."

Law:

Fights with Law are much different. They almost never happen, simply because he'll room himself out of the situation, which makes it worse sometimes if you actually need to discuss something with him.

Both of you usually end up apologising, and pretty quickly. Holding grudges is a bit though in a submarine.

"I just want to talk, Law. Can you please hear me out this time?"

"We don't need to talk. The problem was solved. End of it."

You grew more and more frustrated. All you wanted was for Law to include you a bit more in his plan-making. You were a great strategist and he knew it. But his plans worked, and that's all that mattered to him apparently. "I just want to help. Aren't we supposed to be partners in this whole thing?!"

Trafalgar got away from the desk and turned his chair to you. "We're partners, but ultimately this is my ship and we will do things my way."

"Ugh, why do you have to be so stubborn? At least give me a chance to…"

"No. If something goes wrong, I'm responsible for it, so we do as I say and that's final. We've had this discussion before. Don't make me have it again." He went to turn to his work, but you got in the way, covering his books with your hand.

"Law I've had enough of this! Let me help! You don't have to do everything by yourself, we're a team! Just goddamn it, let me in."

Seeing your eyes water made Law sign, his hands reaching out to you and pulling you to his lap. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just hard for me to listen, but I'll try next time, ok?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry for being pushy as well, but I just get frustrated, you know?"

He took your hand in his tattooed one and kissed your knuckles. "I do, dear. Please, say your piece. I'm all ears."

You knew that it wasn't much yet, and you'd definitely have to go over this same topic again after a while, but it was a good start.

a/n: your request was great, don't worry! also sorry for law's being shorter, i just don't know how to write his personality properly :") and i also love kid's little punk, bitch-ass so

[emmaiscool22]

Falling

Eustass Kid x reader

Can be read as a stand alone or you can read it as a prologue to "Love Isn't Easy" which is the link right there!

https://www.tumblr.com/emmaiscool22/745878404264509440/love-isnt-easy?source=share

warnings: cussing, female pronouns used, SOFT!KID, mentions knives and whips (as weapons), unrequited love, fluff to angst

SPOILERS FOR WANO!

word count: 3k

shout out to @kai200x !! i hope you enjoy!!

Where am I? 

Why did I land on the most boring island on the Grand Line? 

Am I even on the Grand Line? 

Kicking rocks while moving through the woods, leaves crunch beneath my feet as I spin around taking in my surroundings. Trees, trees, and more trees. That’s all it's been for days. Since Kuma sent me to this island, I have been slowly discovering a new area each day. Satisfied with my in-depth search, I head back to the village. 

“Wonder where he sent everyone…” my thoughts echo around me. I bring my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes, becoming dizzy at the thought of being stranded without my nakama. I open my mouth to yell but am cut off by a scream. I whip around in the direction it came from, watching birds flock overhead moving away from the commotion. I take off towards the screams, hoping that I catch the person. Why is it coming from the village? The closer I get to the screams, I realize that those are shouts of terror, I run faster. Breaking out of the trees, I run into a crowd of people. The villagers are tied up in the middle of a small opening between the trees. What is going on? A maniacal laugh breaks me out of my thoughts, my head snaps from the crowd to the beast across the opening. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. “Look what we have here, boys!” Kid swaggers towards me, “Where were you hiding, sweet cheeks?” 

I whip around and snarl, “who are you calling sweet checks, fuck face?” 

Kid laughs once more and cheekily smiles, marching towards me, pushing anyone out of his way, “Who the fuck are you?” Kid barks, staring me down. 

I stay silent. I need to get off this island, back to Sabaody, and meet my crew. Lost in my mind, I don’t notice Kid stalking towards me with his hand raised. His hand starts to come down but he’s too slow. I grab my whip from its place on my hip and snap it around his wrist, throwing his momentum back. “Shit! You bitch!” Kid points at me, “I am going to kill you!”

Before he can throw his hand up once more, two men calmly move between us, “Get out of my way Heat! Wire! I am going to beat her ass!” Kid screeches. 

Taking this as a sign to take my leave, I move towards the woods, glancing around to see if I can find the shore. Maybe I can steal their ship? Or at least a row boat? Taking a step backward, moving slowly to not bring attention to myself until I bump into something, hands wrapping around my biceps. “Where do you think you’re going?”

My gaze moves from Kid to the man now holding my arms. How the hell? I didn’t even see him. The masked man meets my gaze. His blonde hair falling over his shoulders. Killer. I yelp as he yanks me up over his shoulder and begins to move toward the rest of the crew, ignoring my squirming and hands hitting his back. After a few minutes of walking, Killer throws me down onto the deck of their ship, shoving a piece of paper in my face. “This you?”

Y/N. 110000 Berri. My bounty poster. 

“It might be.”

“I knew it…What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

We both speak at the same time. Both of us go silent, leaving the questions unanswered. Killer hands me a newspaper a few moments later, gesturing for me to look at it. I gasp and grasp the paper tightly. “Luffy!” 

I observe the photo of Luffy, glad that he is okay. As I read the article, Killer begins moving about the deck, I can’t help but think that he is trying to give me a moment of privacy.

“Oh Luffy, I am so sorry about Ace,” I whisper. I look at the photo once more, bringing the paper closer to my face, and get a good look at his arm. 3D2Y, shit. I let go of the paper, letting it fall next to me, turning to Killer.

 “I am going to tell you something and I need you to listen.” I boldly state, hoping he couldn’t sense my nervousness. He turns towards me, tilting his head to the side and I take it as a sign to explain. The words fall out of my mouth, telling him what happened on Sabaody and how long I had been on the island… “but I need to ask you a question.”

Killer nods and murmurs, “go ahead.”

“You see this right here,” taking a finger and pointing to Luffy’s arm, “We were supposed to meet up on Sabaody in 3 days, hence 3D, but notice it’s crossed out.” 

I glance up at him and continue, “It means we are no longer meeting in 3 days but in…”

“2 years.” He finishes for me. 

“Yep, so I was wondering…” 

Before I could say anything else, Killer’s name is shouted from the shore. Kid storms on board. “You missed out, Killer!” Kid cackles along with the rest of the crew boasting about a good pillaging, bringing his eyes to me on the ground. Kid stares as I shift to my knees. I take a deep breath, quickly deciding what I need to do. I am scared at what's about to come, taking another glance at the paper by my side. I will get stronger, Luffy. 

“Captain Kid!” I plead. “I know you don’t know me but please let me join up with you! I can fight, cook, clean, I can do whatever you need me to! Please!"

As I keep pleading, Kid and Killer share a look. The rest of the crew stands in shock at what is happening before them. 

“I will sleep on the deck, I don’t care! I will do all the chores you -”

“You can stay, welcome to the New World.” Kid cuts me off. 

3 months later

“Let’s go again.”

Sweat rolls from my forehead down my face, dripping onto the ground. I huff as I push my arms against my knees, rolling up from my hunched stance. I needed to beat him. I lock eyes with Kid and grip my whip tighter, spreading my feet slightly. Woosh! A piece of metal flies overhead and I roll to the right, springing up and employing my whole body to crack the whip at my foe. I twist my wrist, making the whip’s end coil around a piece of metal in the air, pulling as hard as I can to change its momentum. Before I can look to see what damage the attack had done, my leg gives out and I hit the deck. “Shit!”

“Attract.” My body gets thrown across the deck and I land near a pair of boots.

“Get’s you every time,” Kid chuckles, looking down on me. He grins and sticks out his hand. I look at his hand and then at him. Gingerly, I put my hand in his letting him hoist me off the ground. It takes him a moment to let go of my hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you want to beat me so badly, take the anklet off,” Kid states, “before we spar you take all your metal jewelry off but that, why?”

I look at him with surprise, not realizing he even noticed my lack of earrings and necklace. His eyes move from mine down my body to my ankle. I hold back a shiver. “My best friend gave it to me before I left to become a pirate,” I answer, “I have never taken it off.”

Kid shrugs, “I won’t pull on it anymore then, don’t want to break it”

The air between us is different than it had been for the months I had been with them. There is no anger, annoyance, or the sense of danger. Before I could respond, Killer’s head pops out of the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready, go clean up!”

Kid takes another glance at me and I look at him, thinking he has something to say but he walks away. My gaze follows Kid, blaming my hot cheeks on the training and not on the man walking away from me. 

10 months later

“Does it feel good?” 

“Yes,” I nod, “looks good too.” I admire the new leatherwork and metal accents Kid added to the handle of my whip, the old handle becoming too worn out. Kid takes the whip from my hand, setting it on his workshop bench, “you’re pretty handy with this thing.”

I stammer slightly at the minor compliment, “T-thanks, still can’t believe the leather was that worn out. I have had that thing for years."

He plops back down in his chair, turning away from me. “There are just a couple more adjustments, then I can give it back to you. Shouldn’t take me too long if you want to take a seat there,” gesturing to the old couch in the room.

I head to the couch to rest, propping my feet on the large chest in front of me. Silence takes over the room, the only sound is the small sounds Kid is making. My eyes start to droop, and I rapidly blink them to keep them from closing. My eyes move up, expecting to meet Kid’s back, but his eyes are already on me.

“Your whip’s done,” he notes and sets it on the bench next to him, “I have some more stuff to do, so you can stay here and rest if you want…I will wake you when we reach the island.” 

I blush and duck my head, “Sorry I didn’t even realize how much time passed,” embarrassed, I stand up, “I will just head back to my bunk.”

“You aren’t going to get any sleep there at this time of day, just lay down.”

Agreeing, I lay back down, burrowing myself into the worn out pillows. Satisfied, Kid turns back to his desk and begins to work. The soft sound of his breathing and sketching drifts me off to sleep.

1 year and 6 months later

After sailing for two weeks without any landfall or any action, we are all itching for something to do rather than our daily tasks. So thank gods for us, one afternoon a marine vessel attacks us. 

“Finally some entertainment!” Kid shouts, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Let’s go!” Heat, Wire, and Killer grab robes and swing to the marine’s deck.

I decide to stay on the Victoria, marines piling over. I am quick to make work of them, those imbeciles. “Ow!” I moan, twisting around to see a marine snarling at me, a sword clutched in his hand. 

As the marine draws his sword with a ringing clang, my whip crackles through the air like a serpent's tongue, its tip lashing out with lightning speed. With a deft twist of my wrist, the marine parries the blow, the clash of steel against leather echoing on the deck. The marine's sword flashes in the afternoon light, its blade singing as it slices through the air, while the whip whistles and snaps with a deadly grace. With a sudden burst of speed, I lung forward, my weapon arcing toward the marine’s throat like a coiled viper. The marine hits the deck.

“Nice one.” Killer’s hand comes to rest upon my head, ruffling my hair. 

“You take them all out already?” I question.

“Yep,” Killer nods, “now the crew is searching their ship for anything good.”

“I will go help them.”

“No, you’re with me. Kid wants to have a feast to celebrate our boredom coming to an end, so I am going to need help.”

I sigh and shuffle off into the kitchen, Killer following close behind. 

… 

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

“Oh sorry,” I mumble, “I was lost in thought, what are you calling me for now?”

Looking around the table, all eyes are closely watching me. Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire exchange glances, but I am too tired to read into them. The battle earlier exhausted me. I had training in the mornings with Kid and Killer then I did my tasks for the rest of the day, my days were tiresome.

Wire leans in, “I was asking you if you could show me how to use that whip of yours, you were badass today.”

“Sure.” I shrug, moving the remaining food around on my plate.

Suddenly, a fork moves to hover over my plate before digging into one of the potatoes. I follow the fork's movement to Heat, his solemn face turning into a small smirk, popping the potato into his mouth. The exhaustion leaves me as I am plagued with fury. “HEAT HOW DARE YOU! I WAS EATING THAT! JUST BECAUSE I SPACED OUT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE…” 

I go dead silent as he goes to grab another potato, before he can stab his fork into it, a knife lands next to his hand. “Y/N, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!” 

“IT’S JUST A SMALL KNIFE! A POCKET KNIFE! I DON’T EVEN USE IT FOR COMBAT!” 

“YOU COULD HAVE CUT MY HAND OFF!”

“THEN DON’T STEAL MY FOOD!”

Kid, Wire, and Killer look on humorously. 

“Stop overreacting!” I huff to catch my breath, sitting down once more. 

Heat snorts, “could say the same to you.”

“Oh, fuck off”

A laugh booms through the air, Heat and I both turning to the culprit. Kid is sitting at the head of the table. “What’s so funny?” Heat asked.

Kid finally calms down, his face red, “nothing,” he turns towards me with a small grin on his face, “You good, sweet cheeks?”

“Yeah,” I smile at him, “I am all good.”

Kid hums, taking a great sip of his drink. Glancing at me once more. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, their conversation grew louder and more animated, fueled by the camaraderie of the crew and the promise of a carefree night ahead. Soon enough, Kid and I stand by the door of his room. “Goodnight, Kid.”

“Night, sweet cheeks,” Kid opens his door before turning back to me, “I have you for 6 more months.”

Stunned, I stay silent as Kid stumbles into his room. As the door swings shut, I make my way back to my bunk, my hand resting on the wall to help me stay upright. A coldness runs through me as I throw myself onto my hammock, 6 more months with Kid. As my hammock sways side to side, a small grin adorns my face. I think I am falling for Eustass Kid. 

 2 years 

“It was nice having you,” Kid chuckles, “even if I really had no choice but to let you on the ship.”

“I could have survived without you.” 

Kid rolls his eyes, “yeah right, you were begging for me to take you in.” 

“Was not!”

Kid sends me a blank look. 

“Alright, you got me. Thank you Kid,” I grin, “I appreciate all you did for me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the tips of his ears turning red, “Killer will accompany you to the archipelago.”

Looking at my feet in disappointment, “You are staying on the ship then?”

Kid hums, “Wait here," turning around to his desk to grab something. He hands me a letter, “Don’t look at it now.”

I tuck it into my bag, saying goodbye. I turn to leave the room when a hand grabs mine. Before I could question him, Kid pulls me into his embrace. We stay hugging in his workshop for what feels like forever, I take a deep breath, memorizing what this feels like. He slowly lets go, “You better go, you’re going to be the last of your crew to show up.”

I laugh, “That will probably be Zoro,” taking a step back, “thanks again, for everything.”

He smiles. I watch him for a moment, trying to commit his smile to memory. 

… 

Y/N, 

As I sit down to write these words, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for having you on my crew, even just for a short time. It's not often that we come across someone as genuinely caring and supportive as you are, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have met you. The crew will miss you. Your words of wisdom, jokes, and support will be missed. We will be enemies the next time we see each other, remember what we practiced. 

Eustass Captain Kid

Months later in Wano

“Kid? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” 

I usher him into the small cabin secluded in the forest in Kuri. Thank gods that Tama is not here and is off galavanting with Chopper. Kid slams onto the ground of the small home. I open doors and cabinets, looking for a first aid kit or any kind of medical treatment. In the last cabinet, I find gauze. Looking back at Kid, he has scooted over out of sight of the window. I move towards him, bend down, and motion for him to hand me his injured arm, “what are you doing in Wano?”

Kid stays silent and takes a deep breath, wincing at the pressure I put on his wound. In the silence, I discover a profound sense of peace – a tranquility that fills me with contentment. "I missed you," I whisper. 

Kid raises his head at my words but still doesn't speak. He only stares, so I ask, "What happened to you?" 

Looking into his eyes, I can see the tears start to form, but before they fall, I wipe them on the sleeve of my kimono. Breaking down, Kid explains the betrayal of Scratchman Apoo and Basil Hawkins, what Kaido did to him, and his escape from Udon. 

"You will find your crew," I comfort him, "they would never give up on you. They are all going to be okay" 

Kid moves to stand, "I have to go." 

"Maybe you should wait a day, you're exhausted. You can't fight anyone like this." 

"I can't stay here any longer, I have to find Killer and the rest of my crew, and kill Kaido."

I stand silently and watch him gather himself before heading towards the door but before he goes, I blurt out, "I need to tell you something"

Kid turns and watches me, I take that as my cue to speak, "I know this is coming out of nowhere and the timing is just awful, but I have to tell you. I love you. I fell in love with you during those two years on your ship, but I didn't realize the extent of that love until I wasn't spending everyday with you. I love the way you protect your crew so fiercely, the support you gave me during training, and the reassurance that my crew would be okay. I love the way you fight with anyone who gets in your way or disagres with you, although that is a tad annoying, and so much more. I needed to tell you. And though the path ahead may be uncertain, I am certain of one thing – my love for you"

A look of shock runs across his face but is quickly masked with a sneer, “I never loved you. I will never love you.”

...

I don't know how much time had passed. I can't even cry. I felt numb. I just stare at the place where Kid was before he took off out of the small cabin. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, it's not time to get stuck on such trivial matters in the middle of a war. I have my crew and that is what matters. Composing myself, I grab my whip from the table and head to meet my friends in the flower capital. 

[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

[matchadobo]

KIDD; coming home to you

tw: major spoilers from chapter 1079, angst (?) with happy ending, sfw, fem reader, cursing, nothing sussy just fluff in the end, this was my first time making angst and if you're willing to go through all that then proceed wkwk

summary: name and kidd had a falling out when kidd wanted to rechallenge akagami after the fight in wanokuni. name later found out that the kidd pirates had been eradicated, including kidd himself.

wc: 2134

a man worth three billion berries was completely eradicated.

your eyes furiously scanned the columns of the newspaper, trying to look for answers. seeing kidd and akagami's poster in one page, the word "defeat" in bold capital letters. you began seeing red.

your mind went blank. you felt your body froze. your fingers went numb, loosening grip on the newspaper you were clutching. your ears started ringing. your heart felt like it had stopped for the wrong reason. your limbs felt like jelly. the ground felt like it started disappearing beneath you. your senses went mute. all the despair washing over you as you stared at the paper as the only form of connection between you and kidd.

you left the kidd pirates a few months ago, almost a year now. it was a tear-filled farewell, a sorrowful time where you separated from your friends and your lover. and it wasn't a peaceful one. every fight with kidd was never harmonious, it'd always start and end in screaming fits between the two of you. after all, no one can match up to his temper other than you; since you were as equally as stubborn.

it all began when the fight with kaidou ended and the kidd pirates had set sail to the next island.

"don't be stupid, kidd." your tone was crossed, as you tried everything in your power to stop him.

"don't interfere with this, name." he bit back, towering over you yet you weren't backing down.

"why do you never listen?!" you stomped your feet on the wooden deck. nails digging on your palms from anger boiling under your skin.

"because i fucking have dreams, name! you should know that better than anyone else!" he retorted, eyes burning with passion and fury. voice bellowing louder as he pointed at himself. you could see the genuine ardor in his eyes, how dedicated he was in pursuing this. regardless of getting himself killed.

"but why are you choosing to let yourself be killed?!" your voice cracked as hot, sticky tears gushed out your eyes. desperately trying to change his mind. "i don't want to see you die by the hands of some pirate..." your weakly persuaded, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. he fought his heart, trying to mask how he softened amidst your argument with the sight of you.

"that's akagami you're referring to." he said through gritted teeth.

"I DON'T CARE IF THAT'S THE STRONGEST YONKOU OR SOME SHIT! THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I WANT YOU TO LIVE, EUSTASS!" you shouted, finally breaking into tears. your voice sending shivers down his spine. the clear desperation and sorrow in your voice got him wavering.

he cleared his throat. "you have to understand that if i don't do this, that if i don't face him to win, i'm good as a worthless weakling in the new world." he looked away, walking past you. tone bitter and dismissive. "it's the new age, i'm not fuckin' sittin' ducks, okay?! this is a goddamn race as pirate king! i've already put my life on the line and i am more than willing to risk everything for it. you fuckin' know that." he looked over his shoulder, fist clenching as his chest tightened.

"but what about you? so you'd choose to push through this suicide mission, huh?"

"..."

"suit yourself, captain." you heavily sighed in defeat. "i said i'd be with you every step of the way. that i'd be there when you'll claim that title but i don't want to see you kill yourself, love." you reached over to stroke his cheek and shaky hands. "it... was a nice ride with you, thank you for everything kidd. consider this as a goodbye, i...love you." your words struck to him like a needle, leaving a scar in his soul.

you could see the shift of anger to a dismal look in his amber eyes. he wanted to say it back, he wanted to stop you and pull you back, he wanted to say something to let you stay. but it all welled up in his chest, staying unsaid, leaving a nasty taste in his mouth. stuck in between his pride and his dream, this moment was left to him to decide how it will turn out.

"name." he called out, your name rolling out of his tongue in a rancorous tone you've only heard at this moment. "once you step out of this ship and leave my crew, you're just a woman getting on my way." his words stung like venom, filled with resentment and morosity. you carried on, biting your lips in pain as you left the ship and just like that, the ties between you, him, and the kidd pirates had severed.

it all came back to you like a melancholic nostalgia, you'd feel your surroundings go deaf as you tried to calm yourself down. you recalled how his voice sounds; the last thing he ever said to you, the last time you saw his face, the last time you felt his lips on yours, the last time you saw him throw his head back whenever he'd laugh at you for the littlest things you'd do, the last rum he shared with you under the moonlit deck of the victoria, the last dance where he spun you around on the silence of his quarters; just the two of you melting in each other's embrace, the last time you felt his arm around you, and the last "i love you" you heard.

you'd feel your eyes sting as tears formed at the corner of your eyes and your heart grow heavy, feeling like putty in your chest. you clutched the bottle of liquor in your hands at the local pub in town, the same liquor you'd drink with him during those nights where it feels heavy.

a few days had passed and you still haven't recovered, it was almost a week. you'd light candles for him, holding the necklace close with a magnet pendant he made for you; the only memento you have from him.

you'd always visit the bar, downcasted. days passed as if you were just existing, not living. not like the joyous days in the victoria. not like the crazy adventures with the crew nor the amorous nights with kidd. days were just days, nothing special. not how special your life was before you left the victoria. and now, thinking back, you don't have any chance of coming back to it.

"ya all good there, love?" the faint voice of the bartender brought you back to reality, the old man had a genuine look of concern in his face. "ya been starin' and sweatin' cold for the past minute in there, aye?"

you composed yourself, taking a deep breathe, swallowing all of pain welling in your chest, and downing the rest of your liquor. "i'm all right, old man. thanks for the booze." you smiled, leaving your payment at the counter and exiting the premises.

you made your way to the shore, burying your feet into the pearly-white sand of the beach as you held your knees close to your chest. and you finally allowed the tears in your eyes to fall, choking out a sob as you embraced yourself. it was the same pearly-white sand the north blue was known for. it was where you two ran around when you were little, basking under the sun. the grainy sensation of sand under your feet brought back the memories of yesterday. where each time, at each place; he'd be by your side, standing before you as you gaze at his back with pride and admiration—a presence so assuring and loving.

was it regret? are you cursing destiny? you couldn't piece out whether it was anger or forlorn. all you wanted to know was why did it turned out this way. you were well-aware that when you left, it will be the last. you were well-aware that once you leave his crew, there's little to no chance of coming back. you were well-aware that you wouldn't be able to hold him close, call his name, bother him in his workshop, stand side by side during battles, and kiss him like you used to. but most of all, it never left the back of you mind that he'll be dead the next time you see him. what comforts you is that he'll be dying with no regrets, he lived a fulfilling life after all; he chose to follow his heart. yet you're here, miles away from him. how paradoxical.

while you bury your face in your knees growing wet and dripping with tears, that familiar scent of his coat wafted your nose and that fluffy fabric draped your figure. you felt goosebumps spread across your skin, hastily looking back to see if he really was there.

"you can stop crying like a baby now-" your fist slammed into his face in a swift second. your body moved on its own, not even you could process what you did. "what the fuck, name?!" he clutched his jaw, blood dripping from his cherry lips.

"s-sorry i..." you cluched your hand, the pain registering after a few seconds. a manic smile on your tear-stained face. "y-you're here." you hesitantly reached out to caress his face, hand stuttering from shaking and doubt. not until he pulled your wrist, swiftly maneuvering you in his grip as his palm reached the small of your back and pulled you into his arms.

"tadaima," he mumbled, placing a kiss on top of your head. his embrace tightening as he reveled on your touch and scent.

"o-okaeri." you stuttered, voice shaking as you fisted his shirt and hit him weakly but repeatedly. tears frantically streaming down your cheeks as you sob soundly in his chest. he winced a bit, from the amount of bandages covering his body it's evident how fucked he was. "don't go disappearing on me like that...! you're so perpetually dumb, i hate you so much." you muttered, ignoring his protests when you persistently smack his bandaged chest.

you two melted into each other's touch for a while. how he felt around you after ten, long months. oh how you missed that callous touch of his, quite painful yet it feels like home.

you two had settled down in the same spot, you were sitted between his legs, head resting on his neck as you two faced the pink painted skies while he had his arms around you. his fluffy coat covering yours and his legs.

"s-sorry." he broke the silence, clearing his throat as he tried to repress the tears. you looked up at him and he tried to avoid your gaze. "i was...hard on you, didn't fuckin' listen, and i...was dumb enough to let you leave."

knowing kidd, as someone so stubborn and refuses to admit his wrongs. it took him a lot of courage to concede his feelings to you right now. how his voice wavered and that hint of hesitation in his tone proves just how hard he tried and how much pride he discarded to let his feelings reach you.

"that's not like you, apologizing." you teased, you missed seeing how his cheeks turn pink and how his lips stutter each time you fuck with him.

"shut the fuck up." he gritted his teeth.

"do you regret it?"

"fighting akagami? hell no. i'd regret it if i didn't go for it. means i don't have the damn balls to face someone strong."

"as if that ever stopped you. of course, when did giving up occur to you." you fondly remarked, as if you were falling in love with him all over again.

"but you're all battered, covered with bandages." you tried stifling your laughter but failed, laughing out loud.

it was like music to his ears and a solace to you. hearing your laugh after a long time, moreover because of him, it was like heaven for him. he mused at how happy you were, how it seems like you haven't laughed like this in so long. you were beautiful. it brought him to breaking into fond laughter as well, tears forming in his eyes as he threw his head back.

you two stayed there until midnight, just rambling about the past ten months. laughing, crying, and kissing under the moonlight before the loud splashes of the sea. and once again, the sea had brought you two in each other's arms.

and not for long, the crew had reunited with you. the heart pirates were also found looming at one spot in the beach, later joining the lot of you. you later found out that trafalgar law had helped your lover and the crew, begrudgingly to be exact. the doctor had claimed that he was "told" by strawhat to do so. and so, the lot of you soundly partied with the village folks until dawn.

this is just me coping from the latest chap, gaslighting myself that he'll be coming back. wwww oda i have so many questions wtf

[dopexwang]

The song kill bill is literally kidd 😭🙏🏻❤️‼️

Ugh he can’t get over y/n now she’s with law

I might

I might kill my ex, not the best idea

Her new boyfriend next, how'd I get here?

I might kill my ex, I still love her though

Rather be in jail than alone😭😭😭😭

Stop I’m literally thinking of the most toxic AU 😭😭😭

🫣😳😆

I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other women

I don't want none, I just want you

If I can't have you, no one will😭😭😭😩🥺🫠

BABY I WANT YOU TOO 😭😩👐🏻

I just killed my ex (my ex)

Not the best idea (idea)

Killed her boyfriend next, how'd I get here?

I just killed my ex (my ex)

I still love her, though (I do)

Rather be in Hell than alone

😭😭🫶🏻🥹❤️❤️❤️

I love u too my toxic king 😩 (srry law) 💋

[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run .08

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, reader having a crisis, pregnancy, angst, probably slight cringe cause i've been sleep deprived and think everything good idea then, and most likely other shit i can't think of atm

A/N: apparently my body can't decide whether to write Kid or Kidd cause i wrote Kidd half way through this after spelling it 'Kid' in the last two fic's. So please bare with my stupidity

@rebeccawinters @iggy5055 @dairygrrl @childconnoisseur @menifire1092 @nerdgeekandeverysweet-blog @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

~~~

Even though you’ve been counting down the months to finally reach Sabaody, a part of you yearned for just a few more weeks with G-5. Now, with only three more days till you dock at the archipelago, the excitement is palpable. Time seemed to have a mind of its own, neither hastening nor slowing. They say time flies when you're having fun, and indeed it did. Four months dwindled to three, then two, and before you knew it, you were down to mere days.

You couldn’t wait to see everyone, to reveal the person you’ve become during the two-year separation. The anticipation to demonstrate your newfound devil fruit powers and everything Smoker and G-5 have instilled in you. To prove that you've earned the title of a Straw Hat.  That even in the face of pregnancy, you stand strong, capable of protecting yourself and your friends. You’ve toiled day and night to hone your abilities and devil fruit powers, all while nurturing the life growing within you.

Tashigi helped you in buying things that’d make your life a bit easier. Pregnancy pillows, maternity clothes, vitamins to keep yourself healthy, and everything in between. She even convinced you to write a journal for every day of your pregnancy. It did help a lot more than you thought it would. You wrote what you wouldn’t tell anyone else and how you truly felt about your situation that day. Some good and some bad.

A wave of emotions would often overwhelm you when something triggered memories of your time with Kidd. The echo of people calling your name, the rumble of thunder, all reminiscent of your time spent in the shadows. While you knew you’d never be the same person you were before Kidd, you have strived to heal from all the things that have transpired.

It wasn’t working very well, though.

Looking at any reflective surface has your heart shattering when your eyes land on the visible scars on your body. Trying to picture yourself without the scars was impossible as you struggled not to imagine Kidd in the image as well. It was almost easier to pretend you were born with your scars rather than think about the one that gave them to you. Even in everyday life, he'd pop into your head when you weren’t thinking about him. Closing your eyes, you still see his amber eyes staring right back at you.

Being alone with your thoughts always makes things difficult. If it were too quiet, you’d hear his voice whispering in your ear. Feeling his fingers touching your skin when you wore short-sleeved shirts was also common. Times when you were so close to slumber, you’d start to smell his presence. The only thing that seems to calm you down now is a tune your mother used to sing to you.

It had been sealed away in your memories for years, and now you managed to remember the words and tune after having a dream about her singing it to you. You watched her rock yourself as she sang the little song before tucking you in. Her face was a blur, but you could still hear her. At least you could still remember her voice. Yet when she stopped singing, you immediately woke up.

Since then, you’ve been subconsciously humming it when working around the ship. You remember getting embarrassed when Tashigi asked you what you were singing. When you told her that it was something your mother sang to you when you were a baby, she got stars in her eyes.

“You should sing to them! I heard it’s extremely beneficial to the baby!” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Your more invested in this pregnancy than I am, and I'm the one carrying the baby.”

“I heard it’s great for bonding and-” She stopped herself before she could finish. You knew what she was trying to say and that there was no ill will behind it.

“It’s okay. I know you meant well. Maybe if the situation were different, I’d be more excited. But I don’t want to get too close to them since I’m putting them up for adoption.”

“I’m sorry. I forgot about that. I guess I just got excited for something other than listening to men yelling and fighting.”

“No, I promise it’s okay! Things happen. You meant well, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Leaning against the railing, you look out at the setting sun. The beautiful colors you memorize as you imagine sailing off with the Straw Hats. Happy laughter as you’d hear them tell their stories of their adventures from the two years you’ve been separated. You couldn’t wait to hear Luffy’s infectious laughter or see Robin's calming smile. Only three more days until you make it to Sabaody then-...

…What then?

You’d still be pregnant, on the run, and scared that any second Kidd’s going to show up and whisk you away. Even after you put up the baby for adoption, your body would still look pregnant for a while before going back to normal. Your body would wonder where the baby had gone and when it’d come back. How were you supposed to live life normally after this? Knowing that you have a baby out there that you’ll never get to see grow up. Always worry if they're safe and scared that Kidd might find them and use them as leverage to make you come back.

But at the same time, you couldn’t take them with you. The sea is no place to raise a child, let alone a baby. They could fall overboard, get kidnapped by Marines or rival pirate groups, hell, they could get ill at sea, and you wouldn’t have the medicine to make them better!

Anyway, you looked at it, it felt like nothing was the right choice. The negatives outweighed the positives in your head. It’s possible that everything you’ve experienced has made you an internal pessimist. That, or maybe you were just thinking logically. Either or, it still sucked.

“What are you thinking about?” Tashigi’s voice pulled you from your negative thoughts as she stood beside you.

“Everything and nothing at all. Three days, and then we’ll be enemies. Feels weird knowing that.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be weird not having you around. I’m gonna be stuck as the only girl once again.” You laugh a bit at her admission.

“If only we’d be able to call one another. But it’s too much of a risk in case any higher-ups were to find out.” Both of you sigh before turning to each other.

“Why do you have to be a pirate?”

“Why do you have to be a Marine?” The two of you laugh as you see the stars start to appear in the night sky.

“The stars are pretty, huh? Maybe we can find constellations if we look hard enough.” You can see Tashigi thinking out of the corner of your eye before her head perks up.

“What if we take pictures? Like a group picture? We’d be able to remember each other even if we can’t talk.”

“You're right! We can do it tomorrow morning! I heard it’s supposed to be sunny and clear!”

“Perfect! We can go around telling the other Marines about it, and they’ll all agree. Vice Admiral Smoker, we might have to convince or drag.”

“I think it’ll be worth the extra chores.”

~~~

As you lay in your bed once more, you look out over the multiple sleeping marines. In a few days' time, you’ll never see them again. If you do, then you’d have to fight them. Once you get back to the Straw Hats, you’ll undoubtedly have a bounty from the government. Then you’ll genuinely be ‘enemies,’ but the thought of hurting any of them made you want to cry. How could you hurt those who took you in, no matter who you were? They risked getting in trouble and put themselves in danger just for you.

Maybe if your forced to fight them, you could just run away? Usopp does it a lot, so why couldn’t you?

You move slightly to get more comfy, only to hear a ‘thud’ come from the side of your bed. Gently moving to the best of your pregnant abilities, you manage to see a particular journal that you haven’t read since the first week you met the G-5.

Heat’s journal.

Biting your lip, you mentally fight to figure out whether you should read it or not. After taking months to try and process Heat’s internal thoughts and the truth about your home, perhaps you were ready to read the rest of it.

Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, you manage to grab the book by the tips of your fingers. You bring it up just enough for your other hand to hold it. A slight pain rummages through your body as you try to bring it up. Thankfully, you manage to pull it up just enough to grab it with your other hand. Snuggling into the bed more, you use the moon as a light source to read the book.

Something happened. I don’t know what it was exactly, but whatever it was, put (Y/N) in the hospital on the island we’re currently docked at. No one but Killer and Kidd himself were allowed to see her. Doctors must have been in and out of that room when (Y/N) first entered.

I can’t see (Y/N) trying to kill herself. Not with the small determination I can still see in her eyes. It had to be something involving Kidd. If Kidd can put a hot metal branding on her, then I don’t think he’d be above doing something to land her in the hospital.

I’ve talked to Wire about his thoughts on what could have happened. He told me that while he saw nothing, he heard multiple thuds and yelling coming from beneath the deck. Immediately upon hearing that, a sour taste filled my mouth. I have to go down and see for myself the room Kidd has been keeping (Y/N) in. There has to be something down there that could tell me something.

Of course, Kidd didn’t want his crew to know he almost killed you. Typical. What did Heat say when he saw you come back from the hospital? When what was the starting time when you forgot your memories. Gently skimming through the pages, you found the entry you were looking for.

I don’t think my eyes have ever widened as much as they did when I saw Kidd and (Y/N) holding hands. There was a bright smile on (Y/N)’s face when she finally came aboard the deck. Her legs are wobbly, and it looks like she’s learning how to walk again. She had bandages covering her head. Behind her and Kid was a doctor along with Killer.

Obviously, somethings not right. (Y/N) or Kidd must have hit her head so hard that a real doctor is needed. While I know it’s a very cliche scenario, I think that she must have hit her head so hard that her memory fogged. And if that’s so, what lies had Kidd told her already? Maybe if I'm able to get the doctor alone, I can get some information.

So Heat saw you the day you returned to the Victoria Punk after the incident? You were shocked that Kidd didn’t bring you back to the ship during the night. But thankfully, he was too stupid, and it allowed Heat to see the first part of the aftermath in real-time.

You don’t remember the first week or two when you got back to the Victoria. Not the doctors or leaving the hospital. It was probably for the best, though. You don’t need any more trauma than you already have.

“What were his thoughts during those five months?” Looking back at the marines to ensure they were sleeping, you flip through the pages again.

Caught (Y/N) staring out to sea earlier before the night entirely took over. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to her, honestly. I felt like I was going insane trying to figure out how or if I should help her now. She looks so happy now, but at the same time, her happiness is based on lies and blood.

Why did this have to happen? What sins did (Y/N) do in a past life that made this her reality? One minute, she was living her life, then the next, she’s stuck in a storage room on a pirate ship. I try not to think how alone she must have felt before this incident. Always being stuck in the dark and only seeing the same people over and over again. Me talking to her can only do so much. It won’t bring back her parents or friends. Nor will it bring back her home.

It still eats me knowing that I’m the reason this woman has no one left. No friends or family. Well, there’s those Straw Hats she’s told me about.

I remember them from Sabaody. Their captain was a strange one, but it did seem like he cared for his crew. If he’s willing to risk his life by storming Impel Down and Navy headquarters just to save his brother, then I think if there is any place or pirate crew for her to be in, it’d be the Straw Hats.

Maybe if I mention Saboady, it’ll spark something and clear the fog that’s invaded her mind.

"If only you knew Heat. It was the thing that made me realize somethings not right.” For a Kidd Pirate, he truly was a fallen angel in disguise. While you’ll never forgive him for what he did to your home, he proved that almost everyone deserves a second chance.

Holy shit. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I haven’t run as quickly and quietly as I could in forever. Not to mention the underlying threat of getting caught giving (Y/N) a devil fruit.

Finding the damn thing was entirely on accident but a pain in the ass to bring on the ship without anyone noticing. Even stealing the fruit was a feat in itself. I don’t know how that fisherman found it or what he was planning on doing with it, but in the end, it’s going to a better cause. 

I managed to have (Y/N) eat it by luring her outside the dining hall earlier. When I watched her eat it all, it made a slight ease wash over me. At least now, she’d have a bit more of a fighting chance against Kidd if he did anything.

I feel bad that I couldn’t tell her everything right then and there, but I was already pushing it by being so close to everyone, especially with Killer being somewhere on deck. I didn’t want to cause a scene and have Kidd freak out or anything. The longer he’s in the dark, the safer it is for (Y/N) and myself.

Honestly, I thought Killer would have knocked some sense into Kidd when he found out about (Y/N). I was obviously very wrong. 

“If anything, he was just as insane as Kidd. Fueling his crazed thoughts and obsession. I still remember that dumb conversation I heard between him and Kidd about boarding up the storage room.” It pissed you off more that if it weren’t for Killer’s mask, you probably would have put two and two together quicker. Facial expressions are everything. 

I caught (Y/N) staring at the sky again. Thankfully, Killer and Wire were on the opposite side of the ship, so I was finally able to talk to (Y/N) alone. She didn’t know what I made her eat initially, which shocked me. Maybe she hadn’t done anything to trigger it yet.

We both found out pretty quickly what her devil fruit power was, though.

I was trying to tell her that everything she knew about Kidd was a lie. That her life was a lie. I wanted to be more collected and calm about it, but how do you carefully say something like that?  It was hard seeing her eyes flash all her emotions, but it soon turned to pain when a harsh shock hit my hands. It felt like a burning hot pole went straight through my hands. 

It hurt like a bitch, but the pain subsided when I saw her looking at her hands. When I also looked at them, I saw electricity slither across her hands. I watched her put her hands together and was speechless when a ball of pure electricity formed. She started panicking when the ball was getting too big for her to control and starting to hurt her. I told her to throw it out to sea, and when she did, I felt like I was watching the moon shrink. It was so bright and slightly calming. The farther it went, the more at ease I felt. (Y/N) had a chance. She had a chance to defend herself and run away.

And I’ll be there to make sure she’s safe.

Tears fall profusely down your face, reading the last line. How can the world be so cruel? All he wanted to do was help, and yet he lost his life.

You go to read the next page only to see it’s blank. Feeling your throat dry, you start skimming through the rest of the pages, hoping to see more writing, yet there is nothing. It felt like your heart had been ripped directly from your chest. That was the last thing Heat has ever written, and it just had to be the most heartbreaking thing to read.

Curling up as best you can, considering your belly, you hold Heat’s journal close to your chest. You try your best not to sob as you don’t want to wake up the rest of the Marines sleeping next to you. Between sniffles and the slight shaking as you try to control your breathing, you whisper to yourself in hopes that wherever Heat is, he’ll hear you.

“Thank you.”

~~~

Another island was reduced to ashes after falling victim to Eustass Kidd’s wraith. A once lush and thriving island is now in flames and crumbling as the ruthless pirate searched tirelessly for a certain someone last seen there.

“God fucking damnit! When I get my hands on whatever Marines are holding her, I’m going to kill every single one of them! They’ll wish they never got involved when I break each of their bones!” Kidd’s voice boomed across the town as his amber eyes scanned everywhere.

Where are you?! Why aren’t you here?!

“Kid.” Killer’s voice breaks through the brute's rage, making him turn his head.

“What Killer?!”

“We’ve searched everywhere, and there's no sign of her. It’s not like we can ask anyone either since everyone has evacuated before we arrived.”

Ever since the incident on Halyard Island, as soon as your location was revealed in the paper, people would evacuate their homes to try to save their families and avoid the unstable tornado of destruction that was Eustass Kidd. 

Some people stayed because it’d been their home since birth, and they’d rather die than leave it defenseless. There have been rebellions to try to stop Kidd, but they were always snuffed out the moment Kidd saw them. The same could be said for any Marines that were sent to stop him. Getting sent on a mission to any island that you had been spotted at was a death wish. Sometimes, the Marines were too late, and Kidd had already destroyed the island. But when Kidd would see them, he wouldn’t let any Marines leave until he talked to each and every single one of them. And since none of them had you, none of them would leave the island alive.

Your name had become a jinx to any Marine that spoke it. Speaking your name would always have the Marine that spoke it sent out on the next mission to stop Kid from destroying yet another island just to find you. And since none of them had you, they’d never come back alive to say what they’ve experienced.

After being the ‘cause’ of death for so many Marines, some rookies have given you the nickname ‘Devil’s Darling.’ It was a joke at first, but as the death toll rose and how Kidd’s name got more infamous, more and more people adopted it. And with a nickname like that, more people have come to hate you.

While you haven’t done anything, the fact is that if it weren’t for you escaping, no one would have gotten hurt. If only you had bit the bullet, no one would have lost their lives. Many victims of Kidd’s rage blame you for it. Anger and fear take over the hearts of many, and to the civilians of the New World, you’ve become as feared and hated as the man hunting you down.

The government had become more conflicted on where to stand with you. While you were technically innocent, the people have been nagging them to put an official bounty on your head. If they did, you’d only be wanted alive. The power they could hold if they managed to capture you. You could be the key to finally catching and imprisoning Eustass Kidd.

And Kidd knew all of this.

He knew the hatred the people had started to hold for you. How they’d give you to him if they managed to recognize and grab you before you left the island. In a way, he had the whole New World in his hand. Their hatred and fear was and will be the town’s own undoing.

The only people stopping him were fucking journalists who don’t say or do a thing when they see you. They are so desperate for a story and to lead him on that they don’t care about how they’ve helped in the destruction.

“Of course, she isn’t here. Fucking hate those journalists and Marines.” Kidd kicked a smoldering piece of wood in anger. Ashes fly to the sky as it did nothing to soothe his rage.

They don’t understand that he needs you. He dreams of you every night. Dreams of you laying next to him and kissing his face. Some where you were holding his child, soothing them to sleep. Humming a small tune before noticing him and smiling. You’d say something to him, but he could never remember what it was when he woke up.

And while there were dreams, nightmares followed suit. Nightmares of you falling into the ocean and sinking to the bottom with your hand outstretched for Kidd to grab and save you. Or the times when you’d be running from Marines to him only for you to get shot as soon as he had you in your arms. The nightmares plagued him much more than he dreamt of you. He’s always had nightmares when you weren’t lying next to him. Ever since the first night you’ve slept with him in his bed, he’s never been able to sleep alone without waking up sometimes during the night. The warmth your body gave him while you slept, go thim addicted.

Those first few months you left and joined those damn Straw Hats, the same nightmare happened every night. It replayed the scene of you sailing away from him over and over again. No matter what, those months without you behind closed doors were pure hell for Kidd. You were just gone from his life after being by his side for a year and a half. He’d never get to kiss you or hold you close again.

But just as Killer tried to get Kidd over you, he saw you.

He was fighting a pacifista next to that dweeb Trafalgar Law when he turned his head, and there you were. You were running as fast as you could, and there he saw you. What you were running from, he didn’t know, but what he did know was that you were alone. No Straw Hats or Marines to take you away now. You were his for the taking once more, and this time, he’d make sure you knew it-

“Earth to Kidd!” Blinking a few times, Kidd’s pulled from his memories by Killer snapping his fingers in his face.

“I was thinking! What is it?”

“Haven’t you noticed a pattern? How each island she’s at, she gets closer and closer to the Navy Headquarters?” A pit filled Kidd’s stomach hearing Killer’s words.

“What are you saying, Killer? Spill it!”

“What if their taking her to the safety of Navy Headquarters? Or worse, Impel Down?” Kidd grits his teeth at the thought. No way in hell was he gonna let those fuckers take you.

“Any Marine ship we see, attack. Don’t care if they're not in our course. No Marine ship will get past the Victoria. Search every part of the Marine ship, and if she isn’t there, sink the ship to the bottom of the sea.”

“And the Marines on it?”

“Kill them all.”

~~~

“You wanted to see me, Vice Admiral? If it’s about the pictures we did yesterday, I have some here if you want to choose one.-”

“Sit. We need to talk.” Your heart stopped for a second, but you managed to snap back and sit on the chair in front of his desk. The way he sat in his chair behind the desk made you bite the inside of your cheek. When Tashigi told you that he wanted to see you, you were nervous. She said that while she didn’t know why he wanted to, you had no need to be scared.

Obviously, she was wrong.

“O-Oh? What about?” You can feel your palms sweat as the room seems to heat up.

“The government has finally put up a bounty for you.” Hearing those words come from Smoker's mouth made time stop as thousands of scenarios played through your head. Would he turn you in?

“But I haven’t done anything! Why do I have a bounty?!”

“You haven’t done anything. But Kidd has.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“He’s been destroying islands, villages, and Marine ships nonstop. Anything in his path has become a victim of his rage. According to headquarters, we’ve lost a lot of good men to him. Rookies, Vice Admirals, and Admirals even have been killed. His bounty has tripled in the last six months. Wouldn’t shock me if it raises the next time the new bounty posters come up.” You were speechless. How many people have been hurt or killed because of you? So many deaths for simply living. This has to be a nightmare.

“I don’t understand. Why do I have a bounty for things he’s done? I’m not out here hurting people!” Smoker sighed before running a hand through his hair.

“They want to use you to lure Kidd so they can capture him. That and many people of the New World are treating you as much of a threat as kid himself is.”

“I’ve never hurt anyone! I hate Kidd as much as they do, so why do they hate me?...”

“Fear. Kidd’s insanity has caused fear to cover the entire New World. Seeing your name and last known location in the paper is a death wish for the island you were last seen at. I don’t know how these damn journalists keep spotting you no matter what disguise we put you in.”

“It’s like they’re actively looking for me. Why are they so determined to find me? People have been hurt, yet they don’t care!” Guilt starts to eat at you as the thought of countless people getting hurt because of your problems eats at your heart.

“First Heat…now this? Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this?” You whisper to yourself as you lay your hands on your thighs before gripping your pants tightly. Tears start to whelm in your eyes as you bite your lip. The images of people's faces you’ve never seen before start to pop up in your mind as if to make you suffer more. The survivor's guilt already consumed you after Heat’s death, but now, with having so much more ‘blood’ on your hands, the pain was unbearable.

“Heat? Where have I heard that name before?”

“He was a crewmate on Kidd’s ship. He’s…no longer with us.”

“A Marine kill him? I don’t think I’ve heard of any Kidd Pirates getting sent to Impel Down.”

“No. Kidd did.” Even though you spoke between sobs, SMoker still managed to catch your words. He was stunned to hear such a thing. Killing his own crew? If he can do that without remorse, what else is he willing to do?

“He helped me escape the first time I was stuck with Kidd. He undid the chain that was connected to a collar Kidd had me wear and told me to run. When he saw that I had gotten captured again, he tried to help me again, but…”

“But?”

You ran as fast as you could around teh deck to try and find Heat and Kidd. In the dark, the whole boat felt like a maze. Each passing second was an eternity. How can you find them in time?

“Your fucking stupid to think I wouldn’t notice how you're trying to play hero! At first, I gave you the benefit of the doubt when you let her go the first time. But now, when everything’s good, you're trying to ruin it!” Kidd’s voice rang in your left ear, making you stop in your tracks.

“What are you talking about Kidd? Are you drunk or something?”

“Don’t play dumb! You know damn well what I’m talking about! Your telling (Y/N) shit she doesn’t need to remember! Telling her things that’ll ruin what I’ve worked so hard for! She’s happy, and you want her to be sad?!”

“That’s not happiness, Kidd! Her ‘happiness’ is based on lies! I know I’m not the greatest person. I have skeletons in my closet, but what you're doing is insane!” Hearing Heat bite back makes you dash towards the two voices.

Just then, a few loud thumps accompanied by a cough echoed across the deck. A bang was soon heard right after, and it only made you run faster. When you finally made it to the source, your horrified to see Kidd with his back facing you and a bloody, jagged knife in his hand. In front of him, you see Heat on the deck with his back leaning against the railing. Red starts to seep through his clothes, as you can hear his breathing become erratic. You watched him cough harshly and see droplets of blood shooting out from his mouth.

“I don’t remember asking for your input, Heat. I won’t let you ruin this for me. If only you had minded your business, then none of this would have to happen.” Heat gives Kidd a strong glare before laughing at him. His teeth covered in blood as he smiled at Kidd.

“She’ll find out. It may not be by me, but your house of cards is crumbling, Kidd. She’s gonna find out whether you like it or not.” You can hear Kidd crack his neck at Heat’s words.

“Not to mention, she and the rest of the crew are gonna wonder what’s happened to me. How are you gonna explain that?”

“I can just say you fell overboard. Since your a devil fruit user, you’ll sink to the bottom. The crew will believe it, and so will (Y/N).”

“Doubt it. She’s not stupid, Kidd. She’s gonna remember everything that’s happened. Her home, friends, family, and everything you’ve done to her, she’s gonna remember. And when she does, I’ll be laughing in hell.” You watch Kidd charge at Heat with the knife clutched tightly in his hand.

“No!” Running from your hiding spot, you jump in front of Heat. Despite the fear that coursed through you, you spread your arms out to a T so you can protect him from your knife-wielding lover. Your arrival brought silence among the three of you.

“(Y/N)...” Glancing back to Heat, you see the shock in his eyes. Your heart bleeds as Heats breath becomes more ragged with each second that passes. 

“(Y/N)! What are you doing?! You need to get away from him! He’s working for the Marines! He’s a traitor!” Biting your lip between your teeth, you try not to cry as your lover lies directly in your face so casually. 

A strong, familiar tingling feeling circulated through your arms and legs as you stood in front of Heat. Buzzing rings in your ears as the feeling grows stronger as you anticipate Kidd’s next move.

“Move (Y/N). I’m trying to protect you! He’s going to hurt you, it’s not safe next to him.” Looking into Kidd’s eyes, you stand yoru ground and still stand in his path. You can feel your heart race as he reaches out to you. The feeling of his fingertips from his real arm just barely touching your wrist before a loud ZAP could be heard echoing across the Victoria Punk.

“Son of a bitch!” Kid recoils his hand back and tries brushing it against his red feathered coat. The buzzing of the zap still ringing in your ears as you quickly turn your attention to Heat. You're quick to start inspecting him for more wounds but can only see one. A stab wound dangerously close to the heart but at a perfect position for it to be in the lungs. While Kidd missed the heart, he managed to puncture a lung which could be just as fatal. It also explains the coughing up of blood.

“Heat! Hang on! Everything will be okay! Just give me a second!-”

“Where did you get devil fruit powers?...” You stutter as you try to figure out a lie to say. Yet, you watch Heat give Kidd a bloody smirk. From that, it didn’t take long for Kidd to put two and two together.

“You gave her devil fruit powers?! I’m going to fucking kill you, you bastard!” Your heart almost stops completely as you see Kidd stomping towards the two of you. The way his face looked so sinister made it feel like you were living another nightmare.

Quick to jump to your feet again, you place yourself between Heat and Kidd. The buzzing continued, and you watched as electricity slithers around your arms and legs, helping you give off a threatening aura.

“Don’t you dare hurt him, Kidd!” Despite the electricity covering you, Kidd still reaches out. Just as you watch him reach for your arm, he changes direction and grabs your hair. With a harsh tug, Kidd throws you behind him. Your body hits against the hard wooden deck with a ‘thunk.’

You can feel the air being knocked out of your lungs as tears prickle your eyes. As you struggle to get over the pounding in your head and the ache in your body, you hear Heat cough harshly again. When you open your eyes to look at the two men, your eyes widen in horror as you watch Kidd hold Heat up by the throat. Lifting him to his feet, you see Heat struggle to get Kidd’s metal hand off his throat. 

“Enjoy the bottom of the sea Heat! Say hi to the sea kings that’ll feast on your corpse, will ya?” Jumping to your feet despite still being dizzy, you dash towards Kidd and Heat. But just as you took three steps in, you watched as Kidd threw Heat against the railing, making him tumble over it and fall off the boat. 

Running to the railing and praying that he’s simply hanging on, your hopes were crushed as soon as you heard the heartbreaking sound of water splashing. Leaning over the edge to see if you could throw him a rope, you only had time to see bubbles rising to the water's surface before Kidd grabbed you by the hair and began to drag you away.

“Kidd found out about it. My devil fruit powers wouldn’t be a thing if it weren’t for Heat. If it wasn’t for him, who knows how long I would have been stuck with Kidd and his web of lies.”

“How long has it been since his death?” While he could see that this was obviously a sensitive topic for you, perhaps if you spoke about it, it might loosen whatever burden his death has caused.

“A week had passed after his death when you guys found me. So, as long as I’ve been here plus a week.” Letting out a hum, Smoker continued to listen.

“It’s all my fault…If only I had been more careful then maybe he’d still be here. He’d still be alive instead of at the bottom of the sea.”

“I watched Kidd kill him. I saw Kidd kill the only friend I had and there was nothing I could do about it!”

‘That explains a lot. There’s a lot more layers of trauma she hasn’t told me or Tashigi about. If there's something that traumatic she’s keeping to herself, what else could be going on inside that she’s not talking about?’

“There are times when I feel like he’s haunting me. I see him sometimes in my nightmares. Or times when I’m leaning against the railing and go to look down at the sea only to see Heat standing beside me. But when I go to check if he’s really there, it’s always an empty space. I’ve caught glimpses of him staring at me through the crowd. People walk back and forth and I see him staring at me. But then somebody walks in front of him, and then he’s gone!” Smoker watches as your body shakes and tears begin pouring down your face. You grip your uniform pants even harder as you try to stabilize yourself as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Every time I see him, I don’t see the Heat I know. I see him as a corpse. No matter what he’s always just staring at me with lifeless eyes. It always looks like he’s…”

“At the bottom of the sea?”

“Yeah. Down there.” A minute os silence passes before SMoker speaks.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for his death. From how much you’ve told me, it sounds like he knew the risks that came with trying to set you free. That he’d be putting his own life in danger to help yours. Do you think he’d want you to feel guilty for a sacrifice he was willing to make?”

“No.”

“Then don’t blame yourself for something that someone did of their own free will.”

“Yes, Vice Admiral.” While Smoker knew a single sentence wouldn’t fix all the trauma Heat’s death had obviously caused, he supposed it was better to get it off your chest. With Heat’s death, along with the people Kidd’s hurt in your name lingering in your mind, he can’t imagine the toll it’s taken on you.

~~~

Today’s the day. According to Tashigi, you guys should be at Sabaody before 3 pm. After months of training and pregnancy, along with your time with Kidd, you’ll finally be able to return to the Straw Hats.

It feels unreal. Almost as if it’s a dream. Yet, the dangers of Sabaody didn’t slip your mind. Bounty hunters, potential civilians willing to hunt you down, and the navy waiting to use you as bait. All odds were against you.

You did know the sunny was docked at tree 41, so maybe you could have G-5 bring you close but not too close to the sunny? The closer you are to it, the safer it’ll be for you. Well, you and the baby.

Not a second goes by where it’s not on your mind. Any time you move, you have to be cautious you don’t hit your tummy on anything. Eating foods became a test as foods you used to love, you now despise. Now, you're studying foods that are healthy for the baby and what’s not. Anything an over-paranoid pregnant woman does, you did. Even though you're gonna give up the baby for adoption when the time comes, you are gonna make sure the baby is healthy. 

There was a nagging feeling that ate at you whenever you were alone. Sometimes, you could feel the baby kick whenever you tapped your belly purposefully or on accident. It was as if they were responding to you. If they could feel the vibrations from a simple tap, could they also hear you talk about not wanting them? Even if six months old, what if? You knew it was impossible for them to understand you, but the nagging feeling never went away. 

Maybe when you reunite with the Straw Hats, that nagging feeling will fade away.

~~~

Another art thing. not really proud of it but it is what it is

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[lovelyangelxxx]

thantophobia | various one piece characters x reader

thantophobia; (n.) the phobia of losing someone you love

→ the aftermath of an argument 

→ angst w some comfort..? (toxic relationships..?), g/n reader

→ sanji vinsmoke, sir crocodile, eustass kidd, trafalgar law, charlotte perospero, and charlotte katakuri

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

sanji vinsmoke ♡

~sanji felt terrible after being angry with you. he felt so lost and panicked, unsure of what to say and how to apologize. it’s been a couple of hours before he approached you with much caution, bent down to your curled up figure, and asked for your forgiveness. you mumbled a small apology as well which made him sigh with relief. you glanced up at him with wet eyes and smiled softly, thankful that he had come to reconcile.

“you’re everything to me.”

sir crocodile ♡

~crocodile raised his voice and saw your figure start to tremble. you started sobbing, thin streams of tears rolling down your cheeks as you walked away from him. he furrowed his eyebrows and hated himself so much for making you cry. it was the worse thing he could’ve done. he hates making his angelic and beautiful lover cry. he grabs you with his hand before you could walk out the door and mutters a small apology. you tell him that you’re still upset with him, but he responds with a chuckle, telling you that he will somehow make up for it and do whatever you desire. 

“don’t cry, i hate it when you cry.”

eustass kidd ♡

~arguments between you and kidd were frequent, yet always over something trivial. however, this argument was serious and he had truly hurt your feelings. he had yelled things you never imagined he ever would and it completely broke you. you dashed off the ship and ran as far as your legs could take you. your heart hurt so much that your chest started burning with the wish that your worst fear hadn’t come true. but unfortunately it had. eustass kidd broke your heart within mere seconds which ironically was the same amount of time that you had fallen deeply in love with him. 

“this is breaking my heart.”

trafalgar law ♡

~even after everything he has been through, law was a pretty stable man. however, after you entered his life, you had become his everything. of course, he has his other priorities, but you had infiltrated his heart and his mind, so when a heated argument ends with you walking out the door he became desperate. he frantically runs towards you and apologizes, tears on the verge of leaving his wet eyes. he loathes every second of that argument and forgets all of the fury that once filled him, desperately asking you to stay. 

“if you walk away, everything will fall apart.”

charlotte perospero ♡

~perospero was a prideful man and his pride definitely took a part in your arguments with him. you felt as if your husband wasn’t trying hard enough to stay with you or understand you. you tried so hard to get through the walls of pride that stood in his heart, yet they never faltered. after one argument, you simply broke down and couldn’t handle his behavior anymore. if he wouldn’t try neither would you, and you had given up out of exhaustion and a broken heart. 

“don’t you understand that i’m trying?”

[rahonn]

Rust

A/N: Gobble up the angst my children

Pairing: Eustass Kid x reader (no pronouns mentioned!)

Word count: 3511

Trigger warning: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, toxic relationship, a bit of crime

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He never intended for anything to come out the way it did. Foul smell of burned meat invaded his nostrils, clinging to every inch of his exposed skin. And once again, alone and angry, he threw the plates against the wall. Mashed potatoes, looking more like a soup, ran down the ugly greyish paint, slab of overcooked beef slapped hard against the floor soon after. This was the drop of grease that started the fire. Low rumble started deep within his chest, making him vibrate all over. Soon, he was roaring like a hurt animal, throwing things all around, smashing plates, stomping on the utensils, throwing chairs. One of them smashed the window and fell out. Someone screamed right before wood broke into pieces against the concrete. Not even five minutes later someone started to bang on his front door, but he didn’t even hear them. Blue and red lights flashed outside accompanied by deafening sirens of two police cars and only then he stopped, suddenly feeling empty.

All that was left of Eustass Kidd were ashes and acrid smoke.

He was never the one to be interested in love. Not after they killed Victoria. They were young, sure, but the fact police never even bothered to open an investigation messed him up real good. Only other person he could count on whatever happened was Killer. With time, Wire and Heat joined their fucked up duo-turned-group. They caused a lot of ruckus around town, they were a violent bunch. Only thing they were really good at was producing noise and fixing or recycling electronics and car parts. So they leaned into it, putting their anger at the state of the world into making money from fixing whatever they could that they later spent on studio and crappy instruments.

They sounded awful at first, but that’s how they felt. Nothing made sense in this fucked up world, why should their music do?

By complete chance they found themselves in the middle of the woods, drinking. Being still underage, this was one of few places police wouldn’t catch them. The sound they never expected there suddenly appeared – raspy, sonorous voice boomed all around them. They listened awfully familiar lyrics, perfect rendition of one of the bands they drew inspiration from. Peeking out at the main trail from behind some bushes, they saw young human dressed in all black, with tattered leather jacket on, few sizes too big and bovvy boots not even tied up.

That was the day their group got a new member and Eustass Kidd felt something move in his chest the second mesmerizing eyes looked at him. The smile light up his world. Nothing got fixed, it didn’t work like that. But Kidd started to change, bit by bit.

He started showing off more, expecting a praise from their new member. And he often got it. Everyone, him included, saw they were smitten, just head over heels for Eustass. They looked at him like he was the best this world could produce and he liked it. He got addicted to this feeling of being needed so desperately. He became their air, their water, their food, hobby and job. He was their everything. They were his obsession, but he would never, ever, say it out loud.

And maybe that’s where he went wrong.

All the times they practiced, drank the night away, went out to vandalize something or just to walk around, they tried to glue themselves to his side. He made fun of them a lot for it, they laughed it off. They loved him unconditionally. He called in the middle of the night? They soon stood on his doorstep, all sweaty and barely able to breathe. He told them to get him something? They would move heaven and earth to get it, even if it meant stealing or committing fraud. Or robbing someone. He wanted a star? They would somehow get into spaceship, burn their hands and destroy themselves, just to bring it down to him even if it was the last thing they’d do.

It was unhealthy, their relationship. Kidd, basking in the power he held over them, often poked fun at them, made fun of them. They laughed at it too, even though Killer and the rest tried to stop Eustass from saying such things. They were part of their small army, it was them against the world after all.

But one day, they became distant. All of a sudden Kidd lost his sun, his moon and the stars. His heart shifted, but he was too prideful to reach out, to ask what was happening. How furious he became after he saw they interacted with the rest of their band like earlier, before they decided on the name. What he didn’t know was they also slowly withdrew from the rest as well. It started with ignoring their texts, missing few practices here and there. Then it became more frequent. And when Killer, most emotionally mature out of all of them, asked what was wrong, they told him only about wanting to leave the band. Once Kidd heard it, his heart turned to stone. He jumped on his bike and drove straight to their house, forgetting about speed limits or even his helmet. He was furious, but cold. And he didn’t scream at them when they opened the door. Coldly he asked if it was true, if they were betraying the band like that.

If they were betraying him like that, but that part stayed silent.

Once shining eyes sparkling whenever he came into room, now looked at him without much emotion, dull and bland. They confirmed, they were indeed thinking about leaving to pursue higher education.

“We can’t play around like that for much longer. We need to grow up, sooner or later. I’m choosing now as my time of change.”

He spit on their shoes and with pure disgust he told them to never show their face near him. And that was that. He was hurt, he was furious, he felt betrayed once again. For the second time in his life, human he loved died in his eyes. This wasn’t the rebellious, up to anything person he met all those years before.

And they disappeared from the face of the earth after that, leaving black hole where Kidd’s heart once has been. The echo of their voice haunted him, whole band was missing them. But all members respected their decision. Only one that badmouthed them was Eustass, who put even more energy into their music, for the first time in very long with empty space near microphone. He forbade all Victoria Punk’s members from even talking about getting a replacement.

“We’ll manage without another leech just waiting to betray us.”

But when they caught the eye of one of bigger alternative labels, Killer sat Kidd down and talked to him for hours. That this was their chance of making it big and getting their story out there, shining a light at fucked up sides of this world. That he really needed to let them go already. They chose different path in life and that’s fine. It didn’t mean Kidd should let it hold him back from excelling in life. Eustass, after long few minutes of silence, said he got it, he’d find the vocalist soon.

First truly big concert was just ahead of them and he would make sure it’d make them talk of the country, if not the world. Stacks of song lyrics piled up under his bed, almost spilling out from there and their new frontman would sing them. After first fifteen minutes, they were already sweaty, giving their all. With guitar pick between his fingers, Kidd grabbed the mic, looking out into the crowd for a second, before closing his eyes and letting his voice carry through the air. With each word he got out there, he felt shield, carefully placed over his heart, bend, twist a bit and crack. Every song healed him just a little bit more, leaving him in the pit full of only sadness.

He missed them, their laugh, their eyes, the way they put all their energy into whatever they were doing. For maybe the first time in his life, when panting, covered in sweat he looked at the mass of bodies jumping and obeying his every word, he looked at his band, his best friends and smiled sadly. He walked over to Killer, who thought that maybe he wanted to change the song they were about to play. But Kidd just grabbed his bicep and looked deep into his eyes.

“I love them, Killer. And I need them back.”

As if lightning struck, Victoria Punk got their second, third, fourth and fifth big show, propelling them forward faster than it was necessary. Suddenly, they were doing interviews, got their own merch, started selling VIP tickets, had meet-and-greets with fans who cried and screamed upon seeing them.

Kidd made it his mission to find them though. He took out the songs they wrote and along with the band he mastered them, refusing to let even one word in them change. He hoped that maybe if they made it big enough, if they started to use their lyrics, they’d come to one of the shows. Because frankly, Eustass didn’t even know where to start looking for them.

The only time he wasn’t thinking about them were times when he snorted some coke or fucked someone. And it became his comfort, cushioning yet another fall after failed attempt of finding his love. It became his new habit, his new addiction to get rid of his old one – them.

Kidd started taking more drugs any of the guys from Victoria Punk even saw in their whole life. He often caught him mumbling to himself, off in his own world, their name leaving his lips all too often. Kidd smiled softly, staring into the void while sitting on the couch and talked under his breath about ‘how good it was to have them back’. And it scared Killer to no end. Soon, only he was allowed to enter Eustass’ room so the others wouldn’t know the extend of the damage done. He tried to pick the pieces of his best friend and mend them together, he searched all over for them, thinking maybe it would help. He even hired private investigator when all leads came up dry. All to pull Kidd back from the edge on which he balanced for the longest time.

And when investigator produced fresh photo of them, Killer relayed this message onto sober Kidd, rare occurrence these days. But Eustass looked at him with empty, sunken eyes and just smiled, not believing a word he said. Killer slapped the photo down with number hastily scribbled on the back of it and ordered his best friend to call them, then and there. To amuse his partner, Kidd grabbed his phone in trembling hands and pressed few buttons.

Phone ringed for a long time. And finally someone picked up making both men freeze on the spot.

“Hello? Who is this?”

No doubt, it was their voice. But Kidd panicked, because what would he even say? That he wanted them back? After all those years of no contact?

The voice whispered softly on the other end: “Kidd? No, there’s no way, right?” they laughed to themselves and cut off the call, leaving Eustass Kidd curled up on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, already deciding he’d go completely sober, he’d return to his old self and call again.

And he did just that. He got clean, cut off contact with all prostitutes he got to know for all those years. The whole time he nervously scribbled down and erased lines of his confession. The only outlet ever to his emotions became writing songs and singing them with all his chest. Once lead guitarist, now vocalist, Kidd composed the best song his band ever produced.

All to convey his feelings to them, to get them back.

It was first concert of their tour celebrating 30th anniversary of creating Victoria Punk. They managed to pull of starting the tour in the town they lived now instead in their hometown. Killer sent them VIP ticket that included meet-and-greet. In the envelope there was also long letter, describing how whole band felt it was time to maybe reconcile, how they all regretted the day they parted ways. Everything now depended on whether or not they wanted to meet their old friends.

Eustass Kidd thought he would maybe make dinner just to heat it up when he’d inevitably would bring them back to the apartment rented just for the time being, until Victoria Punk stayed in town. He decided to make something simple, so it wouldn’t take a lot of time to heat up, but also would taste good.

Suddenly, after almost 20 years of playing all over the world, he became nervous. He prepared everything, this was about to be greatest show of all the time, ending with his confession.

They walked on the stage, immediately getting into their positions. Instruments were ready, their hearts were ready. The show began without any problems, they rocked the whole stadium like they always did. Whole hour he searched the rows closest to the stage, VIP places where people could still mosh, but were separated from the rest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spotted familiar sign. He saw that line over and over again, motive repeating in their songs, the handwriting that haunted him in his dreams.

You catch me when I fall, we sail off in the night

The last song Victoria Punk performed was a cover, most fitting to the title of their tour ‘For you’.

“I’m sure you’ll like our rendition of Starset’s song Die For You” Kidd smirked right into the microphone. He tried to convey his feelings the whole time he stood on this stage. Tearing his throat to shreds, he heard Killer slamming the drums with all his might. Wire broke guitar pick, Heat almost sobbed while delivering the bass line. And when the song ended, whole stadium erupted into cheers, believing this was the end of the show. They all let them believe it, walking backstage. But Kidd only waited for lights to be turned off. He grabbed acoustic guitar he held onto from the day all Victoria Punk’s members signed it, laughing about selling it once they’d be famous.

But Kidd grabbed it and walked back on stage. He sat on the edge with guitar close to his chest and struck a chord. Single reflector snapped on, finding him in a flash. Kidd found the sign he saw earlier and smiled.

“This last song is, and will be, unreleased one. I took a long time to try and convey my feelings since I’m shitty talker. The person this song is to knows who they are. And they are here tonight.” Murmur spread through the crowd, he could swear he saw their eyes light up just. Just like in the good, old days. Suddenly, people vanished, all that was left was Kidd, the guitar and them right there, clutching a sign to their chest.

I sleep on my dreams, living in a nightmare

It hurts, you see, when you’re not here

There’s no past and no future

So, tell me when, when to let go

When to let you go and keep living

Without air, without fire, without soul

So, tell me when, when to let go

When to let you go and keep living

He sang his heart out, holding an eye contact with the one that grabbed his heart and ran all those years ago. And when he was done, he thanked everyone and straight up ran backstage, preparing for meet-and-greet. He made sure security knew who with what ticket number to bring to the back where the table was set up with snacks and five chairs around it for original squad of Victoria Punk to talk in private.

They sped through meeting their fans, making sure they all knew how grateful all members were for them to be there. But Kidd could only think about them, probably already sitting at the table, all nervous, looking around, playing with their hands to let out some of their feelings just a bit. How confused he was when he walked to the back all smiley and happy just to find the table completely empty. There was no one there. Killer, Wire and Heat went around, asking the crew and security where was the person with this specific ticket number.

“Yeah, they were here, but all they wanted was for me to give this to you all” one of the guards said, holding out four envelopes, each with different name on it. Kidd, still in shock, couldn’t move. Killer grabbed two last envelopes from guy’s hand and smacked Eustass on the back.

“Let’s go, partner” he said, sadness tainting his voice. Kidd let him lead him all the way to the car. Whole drive to the apartment, he held onto the envelope with his name scribbled on tightly, as if it could fly away at any second. Killer helped him get out of the car and made Kidd give him all valuables. “Just to be sure you won’t have anything to buy drugs with” he whispered, explaining himself, but Eustass automatically just put everything onto outstretched hand. He even shrugged off custom-made leather jacket before marching up the stairs.

He closed the door, mechanically turning on the oven to heat up the dinner he made. And he sat down on the couch, envelope in hand. He stared at it for the longest time before carefully pulling out card from the inside.

Dear Kidd,

Words already started dancing and merging together, but somehow, he was able to read it. Slowly, line after line, he read about their feelings. How hurt they were, how he treated them like a dog, using their admiration to make himself make feel better, how they finally decided to cut him off because their mental health was lower than the floor back then. And how hopeful they were he’d maybe contact them once they heard about Victoria Punk’s first CD, how they spent fortune going to all shows they played in their country, how they saw him spiraling and then getting back up, how proud they were, how they wrote countless letters to him, but never sent anything in the end. And how happy they were to receive invitation to this show with VIP tickets and handwritten note from Killer, how they missed all members of their little rascal band from their past, how nice it was to know they still thought about them.

And I never told you this, but I’m sure you knew already. I loved you. All this time, I loved you like crazy. And honestly, I still love you. But I also know you better than everyone, Boss. I know you just miss having someone stuck to you like a velcro, staring up at you with limitless admiration. That’s all. You were honestly my everything. My world, my air, my water, my hobby, my job, my soul. But it’s too little too late.

I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say those things like that, but I know I would cave in if I saw you in person. I would fall to my knees and beg you to take me with you, make me a part of Victoria Punk once again. But I know I would never be loved by you. Not in the way Victoria was, not in the way I deserve to be loved. You would, at most, make me your mascot again, just like you did when we were kids.

I am happy now.

Kidd smashed the mirror in the bathroom, no longer able to look at himself.

I found a guy that loves me and treats me with respect.

Sink got ripped out of the wall and thrown on the floor, smashed to pieces.

I wish I could kiss you and tell you I love you one time.

He looked out the window, contemplating the jump.

But please, let’s leave it in the past.

But the door got kicked in, police swarmed the apartment.

I miss you terribly, wishing it was you who I slept by every night.

By the time they got to him, he blacked out from the blood loss, his left arm bent weird in four different places.

I love you, Kidd, like I never loved, love or will love anyone.

He woke up in the hospital, staring up at the ceiling, his heart of steel laying in the pool of tears.

Please, forget about me.

Killer, Wire and Heat stood by his side when he got the news – they had to amputate most of his left arm, which meant no more shows for a little while.

Forever yours.

But that didn’t matter anymore, since his heart that lived for music, slowly got eaten away by the rust.

[soleilnomoon]

Hhhhhhhooooooowwwww am I only just now seeing this???????? Like, holy shit, congratulations on reaching 500, oh my god that’s a lot! 👏👏👏👏👏🎊🎊🎊🎉🥳

I’d love to put in an order please, I would like a topping of whipped cream and caramel, from the menu options can I please have 1, 4, 8 and 44 and from the secret menu can I get 1 (Eustass Kid I’ve been soft yet feral for this man lately and there’s not enough fluffy smut of him to sustain me)

And again, congratulations!

hiiii (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ thank you so much omg it's pretty wild i still can't believe it myself lmaooo i am so glad you asked for kid i love him, he's so grumpy 😭🥰️ also i'm terrible at fluff so hopefully this was fluffy enough for you 😊 (also ty for being patient!! 💛)

1.9k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff if you ignore all the nonsense he does towards the end, a pinch of angst (i'm a sucker, i can't help it) but nothing wild, kid is bad with feelings, and reader isn't any better 💛; feat. a bit of brattiness, a bit of bruising, kid's a menace & a tiny bit mean, but nothing reader can't handle (obvy). (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn't 😌)

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë

gray, puffy clouds float aimlessly across the sky, blotting out the faint orange and yellow light surrounding the slow-moving sun. the air is sticky and moist from the storm last night. with the way the wind is blowing — furious, as if it has a point to prove — coercing the already jaded sea to beat against the victoria punk mercilessly; its waves are persistent, heavy fists that are seemingly more ferocious than they really are.

eustass kid ignores all of that; he ignores the ominous and foreboding winds, ignores the incredulous look you give him when he insists on continuing with his meal, and ignores your protests when you squeal after he pulls the thick blanket off of you.

slinging your arms around his neck, you try to siphon some of the warmth radiating from his body. “you’re impossible,” you murmur in between sleepy kisses, your lips moving against his softly and tenderly, while also somehow manages to give him a burst of energy.

“i thought you were ‘fearless’,” he says mockingly, lips twisting into a sly grin, one that drives you to smack his chest playfully as you roll your eyes. “you can’t tap out now, i’m hungry.”

if you had the energy to fight him, you really would; but kid has a tendency to take all of your snark and sharp words as foreplay, which is exactly how you ended up in his bed last night. an unnecessary argument over a spilled drink and a broken plate — one where he kept goading and baiting, where you fell into his trap without question — that resulted in heated kisses, hurried hands tugging on your clothes clumsily until kid got fed up and ripped them in half. with a flushed face and heaving chest, you called him a beast; he laughed in response, his voice low and husky, as he bent you over his bed and fucked you.

“incredible. absolutely unbelievable.” your words don’t phase him — not that you need them to, you just want him to know that that’s how you feel. “you should probably see a doctor for your condition, y’know.” you sit up and eye him warily, your gaze drifting lower as you take in his erection. “all that vitality can’t be healthy.” it’s a joke that you throw at him from time to time, but sometimes you do wonder how a man like him has that much stamina.

“like i said before,” he reminds you as patiently as he can, his hand grabbing your face to pull you close again, “i’m hungry.” except this sort of hunger has kept him up late at night, where all he can do is angrily fist his cock to keep himself from waking you up again.

you squirm a bit, face heating at  his unspoken words — ones that sit heavily between you — goosebumps crawling down your arms as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he tugs on your lip playfully, eyelids lowering, voice terribly hypnotic when he speaks again.

“open your mouth.”

it’s not so much of a command as it is a friendly suggestion — but you know better. you let out a soft sigh when your lips finally part and he slides two fingers in your mouth; instinctively, you begin to suck, tongue running flat against their length before you take them in deeper. he’s always very impressed with your skill, with the way you treat his fingers with the same way you handle his cock — graceful movements, soft lips, a very willing mouth and tongue. if he died now, he certainly would do so with a stupid grin on his face.

he hates it, so fucking much.

“enough,” he manages to let out as he reluctantly plucks his fingers away from your beguiling mouth. you look at him curiously even as you hitch your leg around his hip, rubbing against his cock greedily.

“hurry up then.” it’s not in your nature to be openly needy, but lately he’s had you under a spell of sorts, one that coils itself around your body, suffocating any logic that dares to enter your mind. kid lets out a quiet groan when you roll on top of him and grind your hips against his; eager, greedy, but he likes it. even says as much when he slaps your ass and tells you to move faster.

whatever fatigue that cloaked itself around you earlier has disappeared entirely; all you can think about is having him inside you all over again. your pussy glides along his length with ease, your arousal dripping onto him as he bucks his hips up against yours.

“kid,” you whine hopelessly, pausing your movements to look at him — so pretty and so pitiful — blinking as you bite down on your lip. if his pride didn’t continuously get in the way, he’d tell you that you look cute like that, face flushed, lips swollen from kissing him repeatedly. “help me out,” you say softly, nails gently raking down his skin.

you know he’s only doing this to tease you, but you really can’t handle any of that right now. “please,” you add in the end, annoyed with the smug look he’s sporting as he places a hand on your hip.

“now you want my help? i’m touched.” he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, especially when he rubs the thick head of his cock against your folds, earning him a series of soft whimpers from you. “i like seeing you like this,” he says for the fourth time in twenty-four hours; what he means is, he likes when you have to rely on him, likes when you’re so hopelessly drawn to his body, likes when you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.

telling him off is the last thing on your mind when you finally sink down onto his cock, his girth every bit as imposing as it was hours ago. his grip tightens, more than likely you’ll bruise later on, but it doesn’t matter. you’re too focused on regulating your breathing as you relax, not wanting to overwhelm yourself before anything can happen. similarly, he’s also telling himself to relax, to not act as crudely as his impulses are telling him to act. he lets you take the lead, tucking an arm behind his head, as he watches you ride him.

you move your hips slowly, rolling and grinding until you find a pace you’re comfortable with. your thighs tremble and you breathe shallowly, an ache building in your abdomen, encouraging you to increase your pace. it’s his fault, but you’re the one doing the work; that smug attitude never leaves him, he enjoys seeing you struggle to take him, each roll of your hips more labored than the last.

“c’mon,” he says, orange eyes — sharp and wolfish — landing on yours, making you swallow back whatever retort you had for him. “i know you can do better than that.”

it’s not for lack of trying on your part, you’re just tired and he knows that, but that’s a you problem in his book. and, because you’re feeling bratty, you clench around his hardened length, enjoying the way his face contorts as he fights back a moan. it’s precisely that bratty attitude that he wants to fuck out of you.

your pussy is warm and tight, much more captivating than his hand could ever be, when his grip on your hip tightens, hips snapping upward as he plunges his cock into you deeply.

“don’t complain,” he says in warning, but he knows you won’t, not when he’s rolling so you’re beneath him, pulling out just so he can slam back into you again.

normally, you’d be a little more mindful about keeping your voice down, but you can’t do that when kid gives you brutal strokes like that, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to put him into a frenzy.  his lips are on your neck as soon as you wrap your legs around him, holding him close; he bites you several times over, licking and kissing each spot as he powers into you relentlessly. he’d meant to take it easy, to let you have your way, but you were taking too damn long, and he knows that eventually the rest of the crew will wake, and he doesn’t want to deal with their incessant comments about how in love he is with you.

they’re liars, that’s what he tells himself; it’s what he keeps telling himself when you sigh in pleasure, breasts bouncing as you gladly take his rough thrusts, enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy and the way his balls slap against your ass.

his name falls off of your lips in a chant that increases in tempo and pitch, voice strained as his hips jerks against yours. he’s annoyed with how much he likes seeing your flushed skin — soft and supple, neck and chest littered with marks courtesy of one insatiable eustass kid — and how much he enjoys the way you arch into him when he leans down to kiss you.

your heart is at capacity, you fear — especially because he takes his time kissing you, tongue gliding into your mouth without prompting, sloppily swallowing your gasps and moans, hips knocking against yours as his strokes get shorter and harder. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands roughly as he chuckles against your lips, the vibrations rippling down your body as a tremor takes over.

because he’s such a generous and kind person, he grabs onto your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as he leans forward, his cock reaching a spot so deep that you start telling him irresponsible things like, i love you and don’t stop, don’t ever stop. it messes with his head, so he tries not to think about it — tries not to think about the way you look at him, as if you actually mean those words. a traitorous flush crawls onto his cheeks and ears; he ignores that too.

instead, kid focuses on the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time he pounds into you; it echoes around the room, the headrest bumping against the wall as kid fucks you remorselessly. again, he marvels at your tenacity, at your soft smiles and breathy moans, finding himself more and more entranced the longer his cock stays inside of you.

kid, quite literally, fucks you senseless; so much that when your orgasm approaches, you hardly see it coming. as your pussy clamps down mercilessly around his cock, you buck your hips wildly, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks, ones that he licks away before kissing you again, his own orgasm finding him shortly after. while he likes pulling out and cumming on various parts of your body, he doesn’t this time; he’s not sure what compels him — although, he’ll somehow find a way to blame it on the gloomy weather — but as his hips slow, as both of you attempt to catch your breaths, you drop your legs, and he brushes some of your hair off your face.

your yawn is contagious, and he finds himself yawning too, reluctantly pulling out but not straying far from you when he lays back down on the bed. you curl up against him, fingers tracing shapes on the palm of his hand; he wants to ask why you do that, why you never seem apprehensive about him or about any of this. but if he ever found that courage to ask, you wouldn’t have an answer for him. it just feels… natural to do so, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re completely at ease, and even though he’d rather die than admit any of this, he feels at home whenever you’re by his side.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

hello!! it’s my first time asking for a request 😳 kinda nervous.. anyways! can I request a angst to fluff with kidd and his s/o? maybe like he brought up something(in a argument) sensitive to the reader, it could be a lost loved one or a traumatic experience anything!  he won’t admit he was wrong and a few days go by. I’m not sure what would be his breaking point? I’ll leave that to u! fem reader pls🫶🏼

I Hope this isn’t to much.. if it is feel free to ignore:)

so I kept what Kid said pretty vague because I wasn't sure what to have him say, hope you still like it.

Warnings: arguments, injury and blood loss, brief mention of sex (seriously, it’s only like, 2 lines)

Word Count: 1190

     The shouting match between you and Kid had grown worse and worse with each passing minute, to the point where even Killer was avoiding the two of you, just waiting for the eventual fallout that would result in one of you, likely Kid, saying something you shouldn’t. Honestly, Kid had lost track of what you had even started arguing about, growing more and more irritated by the minute as you continued to yell back at him. He didn’t even realize the words that had left his painted lips until you were looking at him in a mix of horror, pain, and fury. Many of your arguments had ended in slaps or the occasional punch, but he’d never seen you just walk away. Never seen you turn away from him without a word and leave. Part of him knew he’d just fucked up, part of him knew he should go after you, but at the same time, he was Eustass Kid, there was no way he was going to go trailing after you like some sort of weak puppy. Kid turned away, storming off to his workshop, glaring at anyone who dared cross his path in his foul mood. Similarly, you were glaring at anyone who got in your way as you headed up to the deck, holding back the tears. You wouldn’t let the crew see you cry, you wouldn’t let anyone see you cry! Once you were alone at the bow of the ship was a different story, however. Kid was capable of saying and doing some pretty stupid shit, but you’d honestly never expected this, hadn’t expected him to say that. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, letting the sound of the waters against the ship soothe you, the occasional spray of water managing to make its way up to you and shower you in a light amount of sea water. This was one of the reasons why you’d joined Kid’s crew in the first place, was because you loved the ocean, loved the way the sun sparkled off the water like a thousand gemstones. Taking a few more deep breaths, you managed to calm yourself down some, though a few tears still ran down your cheeks. After a few more minutes, you headed to your room, the room you shared with Kid. Grabbing what you needed, you closed your eyes tightly as you moved your stuff back to your old room. Kid probably wasn’t going to apologize to you any time soon and quite frankly, you didn’t want to talk to him until he apologized, sleeping in the same room would just make things awkward and difficult. 

     The tension on the ship was palpable as you and Kid actively avoided each other or ignored each other. You were both stubborn and neither of you wanted to apologize, not that you thought you had anything to apologize for. Kid was the one who’d said something he shouldn’t have. Should you maybe have tried to resolve the argument before it reached that point? Sure, maybe, but you couldn’t be the only one blamed for that, Kid was just as guilty as you were! The tension between you and Kid hadn’t just stayed between you either, the entire crew was on edge around the two of you. They’d listened to the shouting matches, rolled their eyes when you slapped Kid, and had even broken up a fist fight that had erupted between the two of you once, but they’d never witnessed either of you giving each other the silent treatment. Kid growled as he threw a wrench across his work room, beyond pissed off. You weren’t talking to him, you weren’t sleeping next to him, hell, you were down right avoiding him! He’d gotten so used to your presence that just having you near him soothed him more often than not, helping him concentrate, helping him sleep. Hearing the alarm sound through his ship, he growled, running up onto the deck to see a group of marines attacking. Honestly, this was exactly what he needed right now. A way to get all of his frustration and anger out with absolutely no consequences. Kid was a tad more violent and brutal than normal as he threw himself headfirst into the fight, a dark grin on his face. Much of the crew stood back and watched as you and Kid began decimating the marine crew, taking your anger at each other out on the unsuspecting marines. A scream drew the crew's attention to you, eyes widening when they saw the amount of blood gushing from a wound on your side. Turning to glare at the marine, you returned the injury tenfold, attempting to return to the fight only to have Killer grabbing you and pulling you out of the fight, the rest of the crew jumping in. it didn’t take long for blood loss to overwhelm you, dragging you into unconsciousness. 

     You weren’t quite sure how long it was before you woke up, your side bandaged and your head pounding. Sighing, you looked around, grabbing some painkillers before leaving the infirmary. You knew you were likely to get scolded by Killer or your doctor, but you honestly didn’t care right now. Almost as soon as you’d stepped foot outside of the infirmary, you were face to face with Kid, the red head looking rather perturbed.

     “You’re alright.” he stated, looking at you. You nodded, looking away, not sure what to say, “I… was worried about you. You lost a lot of blood.” he added, hand thrust in his pocket as he looked away. Biting your lip, you glanced at him, not sure what to say.

     “I’m fine, you know it takes more than that to kill me.” you muttered, crossing your arms and looking away. Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt yourself pulling into a tight one armed hug.

     “I… you’re… I don’t want you to not talk to me anymore. As your captain, I order you to talk to me.” he said quietly, making you chuckle.

     “Should I take this as an apology?” you asked, smirking. You felt Kid stiffen, a small growl leaving his throat. 

     “Fine, I’m sorry, now move back into my room and talk to me again.” he said, relaxing slightly when you wrapped your arms around him.

     “I suppose it was getting hard not talking to you and I really do sleep better in your bed.” you said as if things just happened to align that way, “We… really need to figure out a better way to end arguments.” you added, making him chuckle.

     “I hear some people resort to angry, rough sex.” Kid half joked, making you laugh.

     “I’m not sure that’s the answer but it’s a start.” you said, smiling at him. Kid carefully picked you up, carrying you to his workshop, finding it easier to work with you there to keep him company. You weren’t wrong, you did probably need to figure out a better way to end arguments, but he could focus on that later when he wasn’t secretly overjoyed that you were smiling and talking to him again.

[count-alucard-tepes]

Because i love ANGST and DRAMA : S/O leaves op hotties and x years later they hear through the grapevine that S/O has a x year old kid(s) that looks oh so much like the hotties ʕ•ε•ʔ

He would try to reconnect with his S/O and meet his child as soon as he can because he wants to get to know them, he feels like he missed out way too much already:

Akainu🌋

Fujitora 🐅

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Killer🔪

Kaido🐉

King 👑

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Buggy🤡

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Gecko Moria🦇

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

Rob Lucci🐆

He doesn’t want to force his S/O to let him into their lives especially since he didn’t know about his kid but he would still send money and gifts for his kid despite not being involved:

Kizaru ✨

Ryokugyu 🌱

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Benn Beckman 🔫

Queen👑

Izou🔫🔫

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Iceburg💜

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Soaked in Blood; Doused in Bleach

Word Count: 1,190

Characters: Eustass "Captain" Kidd, Killer

Warnings: Angst Time. MEDICAL trauma; wound cleaning ( nothing graphic ).

Author's Notes: Consider this a part two to Born To Break.

It happened quickly. One moment, he had been smarting off; his mouth had always been a touch too smart, a touch too full of heated words and anger that manifested with a bark that threatened that a bite was close behind. That had been his downfall, now that he thinks about it- being too full of himself, too prideful, too hotheaded in a way that a captain should never be.

Benn Beckman took his arm.

He shouldn’t have laughed when it happened; it hadn’t felt real at the moment. One moment, his arm was there, and the next? The next, it was on the ground at his feet. The bastard’s Haki, combined with a blast from that shotgun he carried like a damn club. He couldn’t recall clearly what happened next; Heat had begged- actually begged, something Heat was known to despise even considering- for them to spare his life. Killer had held him? Or had that been Wire? He wasn’t sure.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror felt like he was having an out of body experience. That had been nearly three weeks ago. The tavern they’d decided to hole up in was discreet enough; the lack of Marine presence was a blessing. They could buy the tavern keeps’ silence, could lay low, and wait for this to heal. Bubblegum had found a doctor- an actual doctor, not just Wire playing doctor with stitches and bottles of cheap liquor.

Of course, there was no way to save his arm. The cut had been clean enough; he’deen too drunk to remember that, too. Probably a blessing, now that he thought about it. It hurt now; the skin pulling and tugging in the worst way possible as it fought to mend itself, to pull back together and heal over. The stitches would remain for another week or two, depending on how well this all heals up.

Eustass Kid hated this.

The door to his room opened, and in popped Killer, followed by Wire. His personal nursing team, it seemed. “The fuck did you two run off to?” He grumbled, though a smile tugged at his lips as the door closed behind Killer.

“Supply run. Found a store down the way that was sellin’ some dried goods.” Wire explained, setting down a small package of dried meat. Deer jerky. Deer? They had deer on this island? Shit, that was almost reminiscent of home. “And some more bandages.”

“Can I?” Killer asked, hands hovering, meeting his gaze through the holes in the helmet. The helmet he’d made him, years ago.

A grimace contorts his features, but he nods. “‘S time for new ones, anyway.” A roll of the shoulders has pain radiating from his arm, enough that a wheeze of pain slips free from unpainted lips. Shifting forward to the edge of the bed, he stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror across from him. Killer sits after having washed his hands, and carefully unwraps the bandage. Over and over, around and around. They essentially trapped his arm against his ribs to avoid it from moving too much. Killer’s hands were warm, gentle despite the danger they normally pose, despite the chaos and carnage they could cause. He’d seen those hands at work; had watched him kill with them as if it was nothing.

And now, he was touching him as if he were about to shatter into a thousand porcelain shards.

Garnet gaze tracks up, meets Wire’s umber gaze, watches him watch Killer. His gaze darkens as the final layer falls away; Kidd hisses once more as the cool air of the room hits the angered flesh. He doesn’t look; something about looking at it makes his stomach twist in ways that threaten to expel anything he’d managed to eat. So he watches his friend.

“It’s looking good,” Killer murmurs; at some point, he’d removed his helmet. Kidd looks to the ground where it sits; he can see the stump in his peripheral, and ignores it. If he ignores it, it will go away; that’s what he used to think when he was younger. If you ignore something, it will leave. That was bullshit. It won’t leave, it’s part of you now. “Skin’s healing well. Can I clean it?”

His stomach flipped. “Yeah,” he bit out, drawing in a slow breath to quell the nausea that threatened to make itself at home once more. He’d just managed to keep breakfast and lunch down, don’t ruin it. “Thank ye,” Eustass murmurs, and Killer nods. He glances over, studies him now. Killer had always had pretty hair. Golden in color and thick. It was curlier when they were kids.

Killer frowns as he dampens the cloth with isopropyl alcohol; it’ll sting like a bitch, but that’s what they had to work with, now. The wound itself was healing well; the skin pulling together nicely. It wouldn’t be an ugly scar, not compared to some that he’d seen- and caused- over the years. He could still feel the way Kid had slumped hard against him after the adrenaline had fled his system, after Shanks and Benn and those damned pirates had left.

The amount of blood loss had been terrifying. Killer quickly shoves that image out of his mind.

“Shit hurts,” Eustass groaned, eyes squeezing shut. His hand curled into a fist against the bed- and after a moment, Wire reached over, carefully opening his fist to replace the blankets with his own hand. Eustass gripped it, used the feeling of holding his hand to ground himself. Breathe, he needed to breathe. Raw nerves were a bitch to deal with, it seemed. “I have… An idea.”

“What is it?” Killer asked softly, leaning down to study the way the sutures curved. The doctor really did know what he was doing. Good.

“Gonna make myself an arm.”

“Are ye?” Wire mused softly; his fingers stretched down, index and middle settling over Eustass’ pulse point in his wrist. One, two, three, four…

“I think I can figure a way to make it work. Give myself an arm, again.”

“With your Devil Fruit?”

“Partly, yeah.”

Killer hummed, nodding slowly as he sat up. He tossed the rag aside; stained pink with old blood that still oozed when Kid was too rough with himself. “Whatever you need,” he rose to his feet to grab the fresh bandages. Gauze that wouldn’t stick against the nub; a roll of cloth to secure it in place. “We’ll help you.”

“You fuckin’ better,” his eyes rolled; Kid grinned over at Wire, who shook his head, though a fond expression had colored his features. “This ain’t gonna keep me down. We got places to go.”

“Give it another week, please.” Killer sighed, leaning close to wrap the bandages.

“... Fine.” Kid met his own gaze in the mirror once more, watching as the flesh was covered. He would make himself a new arm. It would be difficult; he’d need Wire’s help, but it would happen.

And then? Then, he’d find Red Haired Shanks and his stupid little First Mate, and return the favor twice fold.