#Eustass Kidd x oc

[takamimami]

Perfectly Misaligned

Chapter 4 - The Point of No Return

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Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)

Chapter Tracklist:

Nobody’s Home - Avril Lavigne

Glitter in the Air - P!NK

Swimming Home - Evanescence

CW: minor depictions of violence, references to Morrigan's childhood trauma, minor character death, suggestive conversation about Mor's v-card, Kidd being Kidd --- word count: 3.6k

NSFW; Explicit Language/Themes - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

A cool breeze blew my hair forward and into my face, obscuring my vision for a moment as I stared up into the starlit sky. My eyes were puffy and swollen from the crying I’d done, still trying to process the flurry of emotions inside me as I felt the familiar burning of tears sting them again. 

I’d found my way up onto the roof of the cabin, needing time and space to myself after my interrogation from Kidd earlier. 

I’d expected him to refuse to let me come with them to the New World - Kidd didn’t like being told what to do, and, unfortunately for me, I seemed to rub him the wrong way just by breathing. But I’d expected Killer to be able to convince him like he usually did, and hearing the way he argued with Killer inside the room earlier—I wasn’t too sure he could be persuaded otherwise.

Definitely not tonight, which is why I secluded myself on the roof, a blanket wrapped around my shoulder and a candle between my legs—the flames dancing in the breeze as the candle threatened to go out altogether.

I closed my eyes as the breeze picked up again, and let my mind wander back to the place I’d called home just short of a year ago. 

~

A chill ran up my spine as I stood in the center of the crowded room, everyone’s eyes focused on my little sister, Celeste, as she opened presents for what would have been her 16th birthday.

Everyone was gathered in the entertainment hall of the palace, the place that once housed pictures of all four members of our family now missing one face amongst the frames. No one’s eyes faltered as I walked over to the banister where my sister’s portrait hung, my matching one missing and the pictures shifted around as if it had never been there at all.

All trace of me gone from the place I’d once called home, the ghost of me lingering as I watched my father and stepmother’s faces light up as my sister held up a ruby necklace she’d pulled from the gift bag. 

I dragged my feet as I walked to the center of the room again, blinking once as the room fell silent– all previous occupants vanished and the room lights dimmed. 

I twirled my head around to find myself alone in the hall, my eyes darting around the room until they landed on a frail body standing a few feet away from me, her face covered in shadows as she faced me.

My knees nearly buckle as I look my mother up and down, lip quivering as I struggle to find my voice to call out to her. I reach out my hand and open my mouth when a gunshot rings out through the empty room, my mother’s body slumping to the floor as blood begins to pool around her. 

My throat constricts as I try to scream, but no sound comes out. Tears blur my vision as I will my legs to carry me forward, but as I approach my mother’s body I’m halted with fear as my father stands over her lifeless body, eyes piercing into mine as he stares me down– my mouth growing dry as I feel a hand grab my shoulder.

“Hey…”

~

“Hey! Squeak! Snap out of it!”

I rubbed my eyes roughly with the backs of my hands as I felt Killer’s tight grip on my shoulders, blinking away tears as I came back to reality.

Tendrils of dark shadows swirled in the air around both of us, some of them swirling around his arms as they gripped my shoulders and caused me to pull away from him. I scooted along the roof as I created some distance between us, forcing my shadows to vanish as I tried to center my breathing.

“D-did that hurt?” I stuttered after a few moments of silence, my eyes trained on his forearms where I had seen the shadows dancing over his skin.

“I’ve been through worse,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his arm as he scoots closer to me. “Are you okay?”

Instead of answering I reached for the blanket still wrapped around my shoulders, turning my gaze down to the candle that must have tipped over at some point during my nightmare, luckily not set the entire roof on fire. I breathed a sigh of relief as I shifted toward it, picking at the dried wax that had spilled onto the roof tiles as flashes of my dreams crept back into my mind.

I let the silence answer for me as Killer kept his gaze in my direction, pulling my gaze from the flakes of dried wax and peering into the night sky. Stars scattered across the vast expanse of darkness, twinkling in the moonlight as if someone took a fist full of glitter and launched it into the air.

“You spoke of the angels and archangels earlier,” I started, desperate for something to distract me from the face of my mother plaguing my mind. “I thought all angels were supposed to be ‘good’... why would any of them have powers like mine?”

Killer shifts closer to me, eyes still locked on me as he speaks. 

“Archangels were the more powerful of their kind, and were usually responsible for maintaining the balance between good and evil - meaning they often mastered the powers of both.”

I nodded as I processed the information, finding myself impressed by Killer’s seemingly endless knowledge. 

I turn my head and meet his gaze, a small smile curling up on my lips as I shift closer to him. “Fucking nerd,” I say teasingly, giggling lightly as I look back up towards the stars. 

“Maybe there is hope for me, then.” 

I lift my hand and stare at it for a moment, feeling the power surging just below my skin. I let out a deep breath and let the darkness swirling inside me manifest itself in the air between Killer and me. 

We both watch the tendrils swirl and snake through the air and along the roof tiles, Killer not flinching as the shadows wrap around his forearm. I drop my hand and the shadows dissipate, but Killer flicks his head back to me as they disappear.

“Do it again.”

I eye him wearily, his request making the hair on my arms stand as I imagine the soldiers I’d incapacitated. But I lifted my hand again, the tendrils dancing over to him again, this time snaking further up his arm as I watched him cautiously.

My pulse roared in my veins as I watched Killer’s arm tense as if he were actively fighting against the darkness trying to consume him. I hear him let out a grunt as he imbues his arm with his Armament Haki, his shoulders relaxing slightly once he is able to successfully shield his skin from my shadows.

I drop my hand a moment later, breathing slightly labored from the exertion, my eyes still trained on Killer’s arm as he drops his defenses.

“What does it feel like?” I ask quietly, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Killer flexes his hand, then his elbow, and I watch the rippling muscles contract as he ponders how to respond.

“It felt like something was sucking up my strength, preventing me from fully exerting my Haki,” he starts, chuckling a bit as he rolls his shoulder. “I’d hate to see what you could do to someone with better control over those things.”

I grimaced at the comment, but before I could reply something pulled my attention to the trees in the distance. My head snaps in that direction, and Killer shifts as he sees my body tense from the disturbance.

“Wha-”

��Someone’s coming,” I cut him off, my eyes still locked on the trees. Killer seemed to sense the same presence a heartbeat later, but I had already turned and began climbing back up the roof and into the window I’d climbed out of previously. 

Once inside, I shuffled through the dark room in search of the light switch, feeling along the wall until I found it and flicked on the lights.

A groan startled me, the body sleeping in the bed shifting as the muscled frame sat up in the bed, tousled red hair covering his face as he rubbed at his eyes.

“The fuck are you doing?!”

Kidd’s voice echoes off the walls, a scowl immediately forming on my face as he looks over me.

“Someone is coming,” I said flatly as Killer climbed in through the window. Kidd’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two of us.

“It’s Hawkins,” Killer says calmly, and Kidd rolls his eyes as he pulls the blankets off himself and shuffles off the bed. My eyes trace over his toned body, watching his muscles ripple and flex as he tugs on his pants and lets them hang loosely on his hips. 

Kidd’s head flicks in my direction, a smirk flicking onto his lips as he catches where my stare is lingering. I feel heat prickling at my cheeks as I shift my gaze over to Killer, and Kidd mirrors my movements as Killer crosses the room and grabs for the door. 

I take a step to follow him through it and feel a tug at my arm, looking back to see Kidd’s hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Stay here,” he commands, pulling me back into the room as he pushes past me and out into the hallway. 

“No,” I bite back sharply, shoulders straightening as I resume my stride and follow him out into the hallway. 

He brings a hand to rub at his temples as he turns to face me, sticking an arm out to stop me from pushing past him.

“I said,” he glares, eyes dimming a shade, “ Stay here. ”

His touch is firm as I press against his arm, eyes staring up into him defiantly as I try to press past him. His arm tenses as I try to take another step, grunting as he pushes against me and causes my step to falter. 

“For someone who wants to join my crew, you sure don’t know how to listen to fucking orders,” he grumbles, turning to walk further down the hall. 

“I didn’t ask to join your crew,” I snap back, following a few strides behind him, “I asked you to take me to the New World, not to be my captain.”

Kidd stills at my words, his hand squeezing the railing of the stairs as he turns to glare at me from over his shoulder.

Killer glances in our direction from the bottom of the stairs, sensing the tension as his eyes move between the two of us.

I stop just out of arm's length from Kidd, not faltering as he turns to face me again. Eyes closed and brows bunched in frustration, he lets out a deep sigh before glancing my way, a glimmer of something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place.

“ Fine, ” he said exasperatedly, shoulders slumping slightly as he took a step closer to me. “I will consider taking you with us, Morrigan, if you just listen to me this one fucking time.”

I shuddered as my name fell from his lips, loosening my fists that I hadn’t realized were balled at my sides. His brows were still knit together as he watched my tension lessen, a weary gaze cast his way as I wondered why he was so insistent on my absence from this conversation.

“Fine,” I breathed, and both Kidd and Killer sighed in unison as a knock on the door drew the attention of all three of us. Kidd hurriedly glided down the stairs, casting me a warning glance as he reached the bottom. 

I turned and made my way back to the room, lingering in the doorway as the front door creaked open and unfamiliar voices mixed with those of Kidd and Killer’s briefly before the door shut.

Just as I was shifting on my feet I heard a door from down the hall swing open, and I peeked my head back out to see two tall figures sauntering down the hall toward me.

“I knew we heard your voice,” one of them crooned, and I couldn’t help the smile that curled onto my lips as Wire and Heat stepped out from the shadows of the hall, the latter’s arms outstretched toward me as I gladly let him pull me into an embrace.

The faint smell of ash tickles my nose as I smile into the warm hug, Wire staring at me blankly as I pull away from Heat and lean in his direction. He barely moves as I pull him into a side hug, and Heat leans over the railing of the staircase as he looks for whom I assume are Killer and Kidd. 

“We were trying to figure out who the Boss was arguing with,” he muses, cracking a smile as he nods in my direction, “Now it makes sense”.

“We were not arguing,” I said stubbornly, recalling the way Kidd’s eyes had softened when he made his bargain with me. It almost seemed like there was concern hidden behind them – his amber eyes flashing into my mind as I tried to understand the sudden shift in his emotion.

“Of course, you weren’t,” Wire cuts in, tone unamused as he pulls me from my recollection, “You and the Boss are always so agreeable ”.

The dry sarcasm in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by Heat or me, and I rolled my eyes as I switched my attention back to Heat.

“It’s good to see you guys,” I smile warmly, the tall man before me grinning as he extends a hand out to rest on my shoulder.

“It’s good to see you too, Mor,” he sighs, “Though, I have to admit, I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again.”

I grimaced at the notion, Heat’s hand dropping from my shoulder as he offered me a sympathetic look.

“It’s…. A long story,” I groan, running my fingers through my hair as I puff out a deep sigh. 

I turned my head and gazed down the stairs, not ready to hash out the details with them quite yet. They both take the hint and shuffle past me, descending the staircase without another word.

Before they can reach the bottom the sound of the front door swinging open halts them, and the sudden slam of the door has me gripping the railing as Kidd stomps back into the cabin, a scowl etched on his face as he turns the corner to find Heat and Wire looking at him from the steps.

“What’s up, Boss?” Wire asks, though his face is emotionless as he looks over his captain.

Kidd grunts, disappearing into the kitchen without another glance in any of our directions. Killer sighs a deep breath before walking after Kidd, motioning for Wire and Heat to follow.

My curiosity had me halfway down the stairs before the kitchen door closed, and without considering Kidd’s previous hesitations I pulled open the handle to find Kidd throwing back a bottle of booze.

Killer snaps his neck over to me while Heat and Wire keep their eyes on Kidd, and something about Killer’s body language has me lingering in the doorway.

Sure enough, Kidd’s gaze lands on me as he brings the bottle from his lips, and his brows furrow, looking me up and down and setting the bottle on the table before stepping toward me.

“What did Hawkins want?” Heat asks insistently, but Kidd continues approaching me, only stopping once he is towering over me. His arm extended out and held the door I still propped open with my foot, and his eyes flick through the doorway before falling back down to me.

“I got business to discuss with my crew,” he grumbles, leaning closer to me as if to usher me out of the kitchen.

“What the hell is so important that you can’t tell them with me present?” I press, holding my ground and not backing away from my position in the doorway.

Kidd’s eye twitches – a movement that I almost miss – and he braces his arm on the door harder before leaning down closer to me, the smell of whiskey coating his breath as his breath tickles my face.

“I don’t discuss anything pertaining to my crew with outsiders ,” he nearly growls, as if the term were supposed to be an insult. “Last time I checked, you didn’t want any part of my crew, so how about you run along and get some sleep, Princess.”

The command in his tone nearly made my knees wobble, and I kissed my teeth before turning around, no longer interested in playing this game with him.

I make my way back up to the room, stomping my feet up the stairs dramatically before slamming the door hard enough for everyone in the cabin to hear. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears as I sank into the mattress, trying to tune out Kidd’s voice that now rang through my head.

“ So how about you run along and get some sleep, Princess.”

“Princess.”

The condescension in his tone alone as he spat that nickname at me was enough to set my blood on fire. 

Forcing my eyes shut, I try to shove the insufferable redhead to the back of my mind, but it only serves the opposite purpose as my mind races.

~

Kidd’s arms rested on the railing on either side of me, his neck craned to look down at me as I felt my chest tighten from his proximity.

“C’mon, Princess ,” he crooned, the gods forsake nickname dripping with honey as he brought his lips closer to mine, “We both know that kiss wasn’t the accident you claimed it to be.”

He and I had been drunk the night prior, the rest of the crew already retired to their respective quarters as he listened to me prattle on and on about stars and constellations. When I was done he’d walked across the deck with me toward one of the spare rooms beneath the helm, and in a drunken haze, I’d decided it would be a good idea to kiss the moron after he’d offered me one too many flirtatious compliments.

“Kidd,” I groaned, pushing a hand against his chest half-heartedly, “I was drunk and so were you, let's not make this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

He snickers at my claim, allowing me to push him away as he backs up a few steps. He eyes me up and down before tucking a hand in his pocket, the other hand reaching up to rub at his chin.

“You a virgin, Princess?”

My cheeks heated at the question, my silence damning me as my lips tremble.

Kidd nods his head, smirking as he tucks his other hand into his pocket and takes a step closer to me. I feel my shoulders sag under his gaze, my back pressing against the railing as he resumes his previous position.

“I’d be gentle with you,” he rasped, voice thick as he dropped his head to my ear. “To start with, at least.”

“Are you still drunk?” I manage to whisper, feeling his arm snake around my waist and pulling my body closer to his.

He must have heard my breath catch in my throat because I can hear his smirk in his next words.

“It wasn’t the alcohol talking for me, Princess. I’ve thought about getting you in my bed since the first time you called me a ‘filthy pirate’.”

‘I’m no one’s plaything, you filthy pirate.’ The first words I’d ever spoken to him.

He had to still be drunk, it was the only explanation for why he was telling me all this. 

I felt my self-consciousness drawing up my defenses as I raised a shaky hand to his chest, pushing harder than I had the first time as I tried desperately to make space between us.

“Enough, Kidd,” I snarl, taking a step back before bearing my teeth to him, “I said it was a mistake .”

That wasn’t the word I’d originally used. ‘Accident’ – that was the word I’d meant, but I lashed out and noted the slight shift in Kidd’s expression, indicating I’d hit my mark.

~

My eyes open and struggle to adjust to the darkness in the room as the sound of voices outside my room pulls me from my sleep. Careful not to make a sound, I slip from the bed and make my way over to the door, leaning my head against it to hear the voices on the other end.

“Just let her sleep, Kidd.”

Killer. 

“Here you go telling me what to do again.” Kidd. “I just want to ask her why she wants to come with us so bad. We’re not a fucking escort service, Kill.”

“That can wait for the morning when you’re sober .”

A disgruntled noise comes from the other end of the door and I hear the doorhandle jiggle. I hold in my sigh of relief at the fact I had remembered to lock it, my pupils dilating as they watch the metal object shake.

Giving up after a few failed shakes, I hear Kidd and Killer’s footsteps disappear down the hall, and I silently creep back into the bed at the sound of a door closing.

I toss and turn for a bit as I contemplate what exactly I’m going to tell Kidd when he questions me come the morning, coming to the conclusion that I didn’t even know myself why I wanted to go with them.

Something just told me I needed to stay with them.

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[matchadobo]

Margaret Mulhall

say hello to my oc!! i've been workin on this since the weekends HWHAHAJAH RECENTLY DECIDED TO START DRAWIJG??? this seems like a fever dream but i think i'll be making mini comics?? we're on a one week break and i'm pretty sure i'll be busy again for next week but i'm really excited for this ✋🥺❤️

[angelsdevils]

Kidd x OC

Title: See You Again No Warning

A 9-year-old Kidd held his robot to his chest as a bunch of kids pushed him to the ground.

"You are such a freak!"

"No one likes you!" Kidd balled up on the ground, trying to stop the kicks of the older kids that were bullying him. He didn't have parents or friends to stop it, and it became an everyday kind of thing.

"Please stop. I am sorry!" Kidd cried out, tears starting to brim his eyes.

"Awe, the baby is going to cry."

"If you don't stop, I will make you cry." The older boys turned to see a girl with long curly hair braided in a messy bun.

"Ooo, a little girl here to save the crybaby. What are you going to do?"

"First of all, my name is not Little Girl. It's Ella next; if you don't leave him alone, you will have to deal with me." Kidd looked up to see the girl standing bravely to the boys.

"L-Listen, it's okay. Just leave." Kidd's voice broke up. But she ignored him. As one of the boys went to punch her, she dodged it and kicked him in his stomach before calling for her twin brother.

"ELI! THESE BOYS ARE MESSING WITH ME!" Ella said, crossing her arms as Eli, her twin brother came running to her and protected her from the other boys. She started to fight them alongside her brother, and the boys ran off. Ella ran to Kidd and sat him up, looking over his wounds.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks..." Kidd said with a small blush coming over his cheeks. He held his robot to his chest more when Eli came over.

"You got into a fight for him, El?"

"Yes, Eli, they were bullying him, which is not nice."

"Well, I guess it was good then. I am Eli Ella's twin brother. We are eight years old. How about you?"

"I am Kidd. I am 9 years old."

"Where are your friends and family?" Ella asked, tilting her head. Eli grew uninterested and ran off to find some of his friends.

"I-I don't have any."

"Well, now you do."

"I do?"

"Uh-huh, Hello, I am your new best friend, and you are my new best friend."

"Oh, okay." Kidd blinked and smiled brightly. Ella hugged Kidd, and he shyly hugged back before peeking at her.

"Let's go play!" Kidd nodded, and Ella grabbed his hand and ran through the park, smiling and laughing. She let Kidd's had to go and hid behind a tree away from him.

"Ellie??" Kidd blinked, looking around but let a small yelp when she tackled the boy to the ground. She laughed before being pulled up from him.

"El, you can't randomly tackle people," Eli said with some of his friends.

"Oh, hush, don't tell me what to do."

"I get to. I am older."

"By only 3 minutes."

"Still old~oww." Ella kicked him in the shin, and Kidd blinked.

"Brat."

"Stupid." She said, rolling her eyes holding Kidd's hand to help him up.

"It's time to go home. Mom wanted me to tell you."

"Okay, I will be on my way." Eli looked at his sister and his friends before shrugging and running off.

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course, best friends! I pinky promise." She held her finger out and smiled, and he connected it with hers. She pecked his cheek and ran off, saying goodbye to Kidd. He let a small giggle out as he touched his cheek and waved her goodbye.

"My first friend. I am going to make her something." Kidd went back to his shed-like home, where he stayed by himself. He looked at his toy robot and decided to make her one just like it and added her name to the back, making it say, Ellie.

The two children played every day together and sometimes with her older brother Eli even though he thought his sister was uncool and hung out with his friends most of the time, but he made sure no one messed with the two when he was at the park. As they got older, they moved away from Kidd.

"I am going to miss you, Ellie." A 13-year-old Kidd said, looking down. He wasn't as weak as he was, and he grew a temper that Ella's parents didn't like.

"I am going to miss you too. Stay out of trouble." She said sadly.

"It's my fault you gotta move for beating those guys to a pulp in front of your parents."

"You were only trying to protect me. I don't care what they say." Ella hugged Kid tightly. He hugged her back, but he felt Ella be torn away from him.

"Let's go, Ella. I told you I didn't want you to see him." Her father said, glaring at Kidd. Kidd glared back, and Eli saw this, but he knew Kidd cared about his twin sister a lot.

"Dad, let them say goodbye in peace. They were close friends." Eli stepped in, taking his father's hands off of Ella. She winced slightly, seeing a bruise slowly forming on her wrist.

"Eli, no one asked you, so stay out of it." His father said.

"Don't have to ask me when you hurt my sister. You have to deal with my family or not."

"Eli, stop," Ella said, touching Eli's shoulder.

"You got your temper from the Kidd guy as well. He is nothing but a disgrace." He said, walking away.

"You got 5 minutes. Or your little friend will disappear."

"Tsk." Eli and Kidd said in unison.

"Kidd, I am sorry we have to go now," Ella said sadly, and Eli sighed.

"Don't worry. We will see each other again. After all, you promised we would like the first day we met."

"When I was eight, that was for the next day."

"I meant it as whenever you leave."

"Oh." Ella blushed gently, and Eli grinned.

"Let's go hug it out one last time. Only the heavens know when you will see each other again." Eli rushed, pushing Ella into Kidd, who wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Kidd, don't ever feel like you are alone because you aren't. I will always stand by you even when I am not there."

"Stand by me? Will you join my pirate crew when I get one?"

"Pirate crew? Of course, Kidd, I will love too." Kidd smiled softly before pulling from the hug.

"Great, I will be the best captain ever, and everyone will fear me, and no one will take my friends away." Kidd declared, and Ella giggled.

"I should go, Kidd, until we are older, don't get beat up and stay alive," Ella said, laughing walking away.

"I should say that to you I am stronger now," Kidd shouted, and Ella laughed.

"Bye, Hothead!" She yelled, getting in the car, and Kidd laughed softly.

~10 years later~

Ella and Eli were running away from the marines laughing.

"Take that! " Ella said, looking over her shoulder sticking her tongue out at the marines. Ella and Eli had spray-painted the ships, and Ella took it a step further and tossed glitter on them.

"Ella, you are too much! WHY DO I HAVE TO DEFEND FOR YOU IF YOU ARE ONLY GOING TO GET YOURSELF INTO TROUBLE!?" Eli said. He was pissed but laughing at the same time.

"What it added a hence of color and sparkles to the boring white and blue. Eli sighed, gently shaking his head.

"Hey, watch out bitch!" A fiery redhead said, but his eyes widened as Killer and Heat snickered when they saw the marines.

"DON'T CALL ME A BITCH, YOU REDHEAD ASSHOLE!"

"Look, we get The Kidd Pirates and Ella and Eli all in one go.!" One marine said.

"The Kidd Pirates?" Ella and Eli said in unison.

"Ella and Eli?" Kidd said, blinking, turning to look at them. The twins stopped once they heard the screaming and yelling of the marines.

"Oh, they handled it, sweet," Ella said.

"I thought I would have to fight to get them to stop chasing us.

"They wouldn't have been chasing us if you didn't color their ship with spray paint and glitter, El."

"I was bored."

"Trouble maker."

"Goodie, two shoes."

"I wish I were, but you bring me into your trouble."

" Uhm, guys..." Kidd said, unsure if he should get in the middle of it.

"WHAT!? The twins said in unison, and The Kidd Pirates sweatdrop.

"Oh, Kidd?" Eli asked.

"KIDD!?" Ella jumped on Kidd, hugging him tightly.

"I missed you, hothead!!" Ella said.

"Uhm, captain?" Killer wasn't sure how to approach the situation. The Kidd Pirates had never seen their captain so mellowed out and showing some emotion. It was weird.

"I missed you too, Ellie," Kidd said, holding her tightly to him.

"You look as beautiful as ever." Ella blushed gently, and Eli shook his head.

"Just kiss already."

"Shut up, Eli!" Ella looked away from Kidd as Kidd blushed as well.

"What she said, Eli."

"Well, I guess my run with my twin was fun, but she will be taken away." Eli faked a sob.

"What?" Everyone said in unison.

"Kidd, she promised she would join your crew when yall meet up again, remember?" Kidd smirked.

"Oh yeah, that is right."

"Kidd, I just realized you called me Bitch..." Ella said, hitting his head.

"Ouch, what the hell, woman."

"It's Ellie to you, Hothead..."

"You called me an Asshole, Ella."

"You called me a bitch first, and I said it's Ellie!" She flicked his forehead. Eli sweatdrop.

"She has a one-track mind." Heat said.

"Try growing up with her," Eli said.

"Eli, you are joining my crew too," Kidd said.

"Am I?"

"DUH, I CAN'T LEAVE MY TWIN BEHIND!"

"Ella, calm down," Eli said. Ella rolled her eyes.

"Fine," Ella said, shaking her head.

"Fine, I will join. Only on one condition, you guys freaking date already. You are making me cringe here." Ella looked at Kidd, and he looked back at her, then back at Eli. Kidd held Ella close and captured her lips with his own, which caused Ella's eyes to widen.

"I love you, Ellie."

"I-I love you too." She said, smiling.

"How? Who is this? I am confused." A chorus of some of Kidd's crewmates said.

"Childhood friends. Kidd and Ella were closer than Kidd, and I was. He explained as they started to walk back to the ship.

"Wait! I forgot something." Ella said, running off and grabbing the toy robot Kidd made for her when she was 8. She came back and held it behind her back.

"What?" Everyone raised their eyebrows. Ella brought the toy from behind her back.

"You still have that?" Kidd asked.

"Yepp, I treasure it."

"I don't even have mine anymore."

"Well, I have mine since you made it."

"I made it because of the promise you made me. That I would see you again."

"I know." Kidd sighed but showed a rare smile but growled when a crewmate asked.

"Does this mean Kidd will be nice to us now?"

"Like hell. I am still the captain. What I say goes." He said, sending cold glares everyone's way.

"So cold. It's hard to believe you were so soft and fluffy as a child." Ella said, and Killer raised a questioning eyebrow to Kidd.

"Don't tell people about that, Ellie, please." Kidd pleaded.

"Fine, Fine," Ella said, giggling, and Killer shook his head, smiling as he watched Kidd wrap an arm around Ella.

"Those two are cute," Killer said.

"It was cuter when they were younger," Eli said.

"I bet."

[takamimami]

Perfectly Misaligned

Chapter 3 - The Fallout

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Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)

A little Kidd POV for the drama :3

Chapter Tracklist:

Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish

Whisper - Evanescence

Now’s Your Chance - Together We Fall

CW: kidd's pov, mentions of minor character death (from previous chapter), kidd being a stubborn baby, killer playing peacemaker --- word count: 3.1k

NSFW; Explicit Language/Themes - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞

Kidd's POV

~

I clench my fists a few times as I let the cold water run over them, grunting from the discomfort as I rinse the dirt and blood from my hands. My wrist was more sore than usual, indicating I might have overdone it a bit as I dried my hands on my pants and turned back to the lifeless body lying on the ground across the room from me. Killer was supposed to be here to take care of this loser, but he disappeared two hours ago and I got sick of listening to the bastard run his mouth about whatever money he thought I owed him. I wasn’t opposed to paying him, especially because he had helped secure us a boat on short notice, but when I told him the name of the ship and he laughed….

I stepped over the body and walked out into the barren town, rolling my shoulder before tucking my hands in my pocket to head off to the pier where the Victoria Punk was said to be docked. A couple of low-lifes grimaced in my direction and I kept my head down, though I gave pummeling them a thought as I continued on my way. 

I reached the beach and saw Killer standing near the water, my irritation peaking as I quickened my strides to reach him. As I got closer I saw someone standing next to him…. A… woman?

I got closer and noticed the bandages around her body first, the right side of her face almost completely covered, and bandages covering her opposite shoulder peeking out from the sweater she wore. I recognized the red sweatshirt as being Killer’s, and I slowed my steps to watch the two of them interact from a distance.

The girl looked awful - like she’d just washed up on the shore and rolled around in the sand for four days. Her blond hair was scattered in all different directions. And yet when her gaze met mine, she still managed to make my breath catch in my throat.

She stopped speaking mid-sentence when she noticed me watching them, sinking into Killer’s side as I resumed my strides and approached the blonde pair.

“So this is where you ran off to?” I question him. I choose not to address the girl, not feeling confident in myself not to stutter as I search for something to say to her.

What the fuck is this feeling?

Killer shrugged at the tone in my voice, motioning over his shoulder to the figure that was now cowering behind him, though a scowl seemed to permanently be etched into her face.

“I was on my way back when I saw this lil’ pipsqueak wondering all by herself on the beach,” he starts, stepping back so that the girl was in my clear line of sight, 

“I came to tell her she should scram back to the part of town she came from, but then she started insisting that she wasn’t from here, so I got curious and we started talking.”

I rolled my eyes at my friend, a walking teddy bear if you batted your eyelashes at him the right way. “How noble of you,” I drawled sarcastically, my eyes flicking down to meet hers, “Maybe we should keep her as a pet.”

The smirk that curled up on my lips elicited a snarl from the small frame next to Killer, and I watched as she took a step towards me.

“I’m no one’s plaything, you filthy pirate.”

So the girl’s got guts, this should be interesting.

I snicker as I match her step, leaning down so my face is hovering just above hers, “Not yet, you’re not. But you stay out here on this shore and someone is bound to come swoop you up - willingly or not. So I suggest you get lost, girl. This isn’t an area where girls like you meet a fortunate fate.”

I hold her gaze and she surprisingly doesn’t back down, and I flinch at her before backing away, making her stumble back a step. I chuckle at the blush that creeps up her neck, and when she hears my teasing laugh she turns away from both Killer and me - walking out towards the water and sitting down in the sand.

“I’m staying here until my father comes for me,” she states flatly, not moving her gaze from the water as she speaks.

~

The grey eyes that stare back at me as I pull out a chair and sit next to Killer look just like the ones I’d grown to admire all those months ago. But there was something… different about them now. They were missing that glossy sheen to them, the one that made even the dull color of them shine in the faintest of lighting. 

Right now, the only thing I could see in them was pain, and I hated that it made my chest feel tight as I looked over her.

She sat up in the bed across from where Killer and I sat, and her eyes glued to my frame as if she were stuck on what to say. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and her hairline was swollen and bleeding - no doubt from the chaos at the auction house earlier. But what pulled my gaze from hers was the scars on her body I didn’t remember, one going through her brow and eye, the other looking like a massive burn on her opposite shoulder.

I grimaced as I looked at them, and to my surprise, she cracked a smile as a reaction.

“I know I look different than the last time you saw me,” she starts, pushing her hair behind her ear so that Killer and I can see the full prominent scar on her face. “But I don’t think my appearance warrants that look of disgust.”

I uncross my arms from my chest and lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees as I crack her a smile. 

“I liked you better as a blonde.”

Her smile drops when I reach into my pocket, pulling a piece of paper out and unfolding it to reveal a wanted poster, pointing to the name ‘Morrigan, The Phantom’ in big bold letters as I hold it up so she can see it.

“See,” I croon, “Much more fuckable, if you ask me.”

She rolls her eyes, leaning forward to try to snatch the paper from me, but I pull it back just before she can reach it. 

“Is that why you chose Killer as your first mate?” she taunts, tilting her head to the side as her lip twitches into a half smile, “Because he’s more fuckable than the others?”

I grind my teeth at the insufferable sound of her voice, every ounce of remorse I had for dropping her off on that island and not thinking twice about it gone as I sit back in my seat with a huff.

Killer senses the rising tension amongst us and chimes in, “How’d you end up with a 75 million berry bounty, pipsqueak? I’m assuming it has something to do with that creepy new power of yours.”

My ears twitch at the reference, and I return my arms to my chest as I look over her curiously. 

“You ate a devil fruit.”

She looks terrified at my statement, and I quirk a brow at her to urge her to explain herself. She shrinks into herself under my scrutinous gaze, and I lean forward in my seat.

“I saw the sea of bodies you left behind,” I state bluntly, and I watch as the shocked expression on her face shifts from one of fear to one of dread - as if she was hoping that she hadn’t been responsible for the chaos from earlier. “Killer me told that was all you, so I want to know what the fuck you did to them.”

I lean back and cross my ankles, dipping my chin as I wait for her to find the words to answer me.

“D-did I… kill them?”

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she squeaked out the question, and I kissed my teeth in frustration as I tried to wrap my head around how someone so fragile on the inside could be capable of subduing an entire squadron of Marines.

“No,” I state flatly, trying my best to hide the irritation in my voice. I clearly didn’t do a great job at it, because Killer shoots me a warning glance - to which I roll my eyes. “They were alive, but it was almost as if their life force had been…. Drained. Few of them even had the strength to stand when the rescue unit arrived.”

Her shoulders relax ever so slightly, and she leans back into the bed and tucks her knees up to her chest. I noticed the bandages wrapped around her lower leg, blood leaking through from whatever injury she had sustained that made Killer more worried about getting her to safety than fighting off the hoards of Marines.  

“I…. I don’t know much about the powers,” she admits, and I close my eyes to avoid giving away my reaction, “But my dad called it the Angel-Angel fruit. He believed it to bestow angelic healing powers to the user, but the only thing I’ve ever been able to use are these soul-sucking shadows.” She grimaces as she closes her eyes, faint, dark shadows beginning to swirl around her shoulders as she takes a deep breath, demonstrating her powers for Killer and me.

When she opens her eyes the shadows dissipate, and I let out a chuckle before turning my gaze to Killer.

“You ever heard of that fruit?” I inquire, knowing if anyone on our crew had a clue about it, it would be him.

He brings his hand to his chin, pondering for a moment before speaking. “Not the fruit, but there is a legend of an ancient society of angels and arch-angels that used to reign as the supreme forces of “good and evil”. Perhaps the powers that are manifesting for you are those of the arch-angels.”

I nod my head, considering the possibilities as I move my eyes back over to Morrigan, “Why did your father have possession of this fruit?”

“Kidd,” Killer grunts, and I don’t miss the warning in his voice as I shoot him a glare of my own.

“What?! The last time we saw this girl she was insisting on returning to her kingdom so she could return back to her perfect little life as a princess.” My eyes shift from him, narrowing as I meet Morrigan’s stare, which is surprisingly intense. “And now here she is after almost being auctioned off… I think some answers are in order.”

I eyed her intently as she took in my words, wondering if the hurt hidden in them was as obvious to her as it was to Killer. His shoulders slump in defeat as I lean further forward, realizing I wasn’t giving up until I got the answers I needed.

Morrigan huffs out a sigh, her shoulders raising and falling with the action. She looks up at the ceiling as she exhales as if mustering the strength to relive whatever horrors she’d encountered the last few months.

“I’m not sure, but I’m assuming he was planning on selling it to the World Government.”

I hiss at the mention of them - as if those bastards needed another power under their belt. “Why?”

Killer tenses as I continue pressing, but Morrigan continues, “I don’t know,” she states flatly, showing no signs of deception as she holds my gaze.

I lean back in my chair, the wood creaking under the shift in pressure as I cross my arms over my chest again, pondering her responses.

“Why did you eat it?”

She opens her mouth as if to answer, but her lip quivers and her hands tighten around her legs. She only breaks our eye contact as a tear slips from her eye, her hand moving quickly to wipe it away as she loosens the breath she held.

“M-my mom…” she stutters, and my chest tightens at the pain in her voice, “She was on her deathbed when I returned. I thought that maybe if I ate it - I could heal her… make her better.”

“It didn’t work,” I stated - noting the way her eyes watered as I did.

“I didn’t get to try,” she says quietly, shifting her gaze to the wall as she lets a few more tears fall, this time not making a move to wipe them away. “My father killed her in retaliation… because I ate the fruit.”

Red clouded my vision as I processed the words, my hand reaching up to rub at my face as Killer crossed the room, wrapping an arm around Morrigan as her shoulders began to shake with sobs.

After listening to her cry for a moment my legs force me to stand, long strides taking me back to the staircase as I make the descent back to the lower level of the cabin we’d forcibly rented for the time being. Heat and Wire cast me a glance, but upon seeing the silent rage etched on my face they averted their gazes, apparently finding the bottles strewn about the table suddenly more interesting.

I push my way through the front door, gulping for air as I try to calm the anger simmering inside me. 

Killer had been right.

And she didn’t fucking listen.

~

Killer found me perched on the figurehead of the Victoria Punk, my gaze staring out at the island we were set to dock at in the early hours of the morning - when no one would see a rookie pirate crew transporting the heir to their throne back to her homeland.

“I don’t like it either, Kidd,” he groans, taking up a squat next to me and eyeing the same scene. “But she’s set on going back home.”

I’d tried to convince her otherwise - to get her to understand Killer and I’s concerns about her father’s intentions - but all I’d gotten was a slew of hateful retorts and a few curses thrown my way before she locked herself in the spare cabin we’d offered her for the journey.

Whatever. To hell with her and her temperamentalness. She’d be someone else’s problem come sunrise.

~

Before I could get too consumed in my own thoughts, I heard the door to the cabin creak open and shut gently, causing my head to flick over my shoulder. Expecting to see Killer following me, I spin on my heel, letting my anger remain on my face as I take a step in his direction.

But my breath catches in surprise as I take in Morrigan’s wounded body lingering by the door, her face etched in worry as she takes in my scowl. I look away from her momentarily, unsure why I feel the need to conceal my emotions from her, but I soften my face slightly as I look back at her.

“I’m going with you,” she states flatly, hands clenched at her sides, “To the New World.”

I blink back my surprise as I process her statement, kissing my teeth as a snicker escapes my lips.

“Like hell you are.”

She nearly flinches at my denial, her eyes blinking back her earlier tears as her face slips into one of confusion - as if she can’t believe my refusal.

I take a step closer to her, dropping my chin to look down at her when I stop directly in front of her.

“I don’t need some emotional spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to control her devil fruit powers weighing down my crew in the New World,” I spit back, my words unintentionally laced with a special venom only she seems to be able to pull from me. “The New World is dangerous enough as it is.”

Her fists clamp together tighter, and I swear I see a flash of betrayal shine in her eyes - the eyes I’d seen in my dreams countless times since her wanted poster had been released. I nearly buckle when the first tear trickles down her cheek, so I sidestep her and make strides for the door, my coat dragging in the wind behind me at the briskness of my pace.

She doesn’t turn to follow after me and I let out a grunt as I make my way back into the cabin and into one of the rooms on the lower level, slamming the door behind me as I enter. I sling my coat from my shoulders and toss it across the dark room, plopping down on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling for a bit before closing my eyes out of frustration.

Silver-grey eyes flash into my mind and they are back open a moment later, my blood pressure spiking as I hear a quiet knock at the door.

Grumbling, I raise my hand and flick my wrist, the lock on the door clicking and the door flinging open, nearly falling off the hinges from the force I’d put behind the action.

“Kidd?” Killer’s voice echoes from the doorway and I manage a grunt in response.

He steps inside and closes the door gently, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, back towards me.

“I think we sh-”

“Of fucking course you do, Killer!” I hiss, cutting him off before he can offer me any more of his condescending advice. “You may be willing to pander to her every want and need, but I’ll be damned if I stick my neck out for someone as entitled and naive as her!”

Killer flinches at the tone in my voice, eyes trailing over to the door that our crew has no doubt huddled around to eavesdrop on our conversation. He raises his hand as if to calm me, my lip curling into a snarl as he continues.

“She’s strong, Kidd. She just needs some guidance,” he says calmly, always the more rational and level-headed of the two of us. “You didn’t see how quickly she wiped those Marines out.”

I leap out of bed and begin to pace out of frustration, not wanting to admit to Killer having a point in his argument.

“She’s also got nowhere to go,” he says, quieter this time. “You wanna just leave her here to figure shit out on her own?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes again, her face clouding my mind the moment I do. 

“She’s none of my concern,” I growl through clenched teeth, my eyes opening and meeting his gaze as he stares daggers at me through his mask.

“Keep lying to yourself, Kiddo.” 

The twitch of my eye seems to tell Killer he hit his mark, and he stands from the bed without another word and exits the room, my gaze following him as he lingers in the doorway.

A wide-eyed Morrigan standing on the other side of it, those silver eyes lined with tears as Killer swings the door shut.

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Perfectly Misaligned

Chapter 2 - Waking Up

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)

More sad flashbacks, sorry in advance :3

Chapter Tracklist:

Joanne - Lady Gaga

Wayfaring Stranger - Ed Sheeran Cover

Devil In Me - Halsey

CW: depictions of violence, references of abuse/childhood trauma, minor character death, killer being a sweetie pie --- word count: 3.1k

NSFW; Explicit Language/Themes - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞

“Girl, where are you going?”

The fragile voice that clawed its way out into the hall where I was being transported had my head snapping in the direction of the room, getting a quick glimpse of my mother as the Marine behind me shoves me further along.

“Let me see her!” I plead, whipping my entire body around with force to look at my father, who was walking a few paces behind me. “Please,” my voice breaks, “Just one last time.”

Something flashes in my father’s eyes momentarily, and his jaw hardens as he nods his head, “Fine,” he says firmly, “You can have a few minutes.”

I knew she had been injured when they separated us, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was going to see as I approached her bed. Her head was bandaged heavily, old blood stains peaking through the gauze wraps that covered over half of her face. She had lost a considerable amount of weight, and my stomach wrenched as I thought about how much she must have suffered knowing her daughter had been ripped away from her.

“Mom,” I managed to squeak out, my hands shaky as I reached out to gently touch her arm. Her hollow eyes looked back at me as if the title had no meaning behind it as I called out to her.

“Girl,” she rasps, and I cringe, my heart heavy as I realize how hard it is for her to speak. “You know you’re not to call me that.”

She rests her hand over mine, and a tear falls from my eye as I feel how cold her touch is. She had been diagnosed with a terminal illness not long before my sister was born, and I knew she didn’t have much time left. Thoughts started flooding my mind as I imagined her here, living out her days alone and broken until she either succumbed to her injuries or the illness. I wouldn’t be here to bury her, to give her the proper send-off she deserved.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again,” she said, sputtering out a cough before she continued, “Your father told me he would find you, but I didn’t think it was possible.”

The bastard didn’t even have the balls to tell her the truth, to admit that he was responsible for all of this. Figures.

“How long have you been back? And where are you off to now? Are the Marines taking you somewhere?”

Every question hit me harder and I couldn’t bear to tell her the truth, to break her heart even more and tell her that I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions. I had to be brave for her, and so I wiped away the stray tear forming in my eye and smiled warmly down at her.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mom,” I croon, and she kisses her teeth, “They just want to ask me some questions. I’ll come find you again when I am done talking to them.”

I’d force him to be the bad guy - force my father to look her in the eyes and admit what he’d done. I smile and lean down to kiss her forehead, whispering an ‘I love you’ to her before sauntering back over to the door.”

~

I flinched at the sound of an explosion in the distance, ducking into a nearby alley as another group of Marines came funneling down the path. Whatever caused the commotion at the Auction House must have been something dire, cause none of the Marines even bothered taking in their surroundings. I watched them from the shadows until they disappeared, and then took off in the opposite direction, rounding the bend in the path and as I did, my breath caught in my throat.

Standing before me was Bartholemew Kuma, his towering figure facing away from me as he squared off against a group of pirates.

Watching from a distance, I see a figure fly through the air and slash at the towering man, immediately recognizing the mop of blonde hair as Kuma effortlessly blocks his attack. Next, a flame attack consumes Kuma, who barely seems fazed as he turns his attention to the man with a heap of scrap metal floating above his head.

Eustass ‘Captain’ Kidd.

The name dances through my mind as I watch his assault, the crash of the metal sending Kuma down momentarily before he is back up again and launching a laser beam attack in multiple directions. I duck out of the way of one just in time, the blast sending me crashing into the trunk of a nearby tree. 

I grit my teeth as I feel the dull pain in my lower back, clutching at my side as I hear multiple more explosions go off in the distance, flinching back to the fight a few yards away from me as someone shouts out that Marines are approaching from the rear. 

Get up, girl.

I chuckle as I hear my mother’s disapproving voice in my head, urging me to get out of the way of danger. I rise to my feet just as more explosions go off, and as I try to take in my surroundings I feel something hard collide with my body, wind blowing my hair in all directions and obscuring my vision as something huge crashes on the ground nearby. 

I feel an arm around my waist as my head shoots in the direction of the disturbance, and see Kuma’s tattered body on the ground where I had just been standing, sparks emitting from the open wounds throughout his body. I turn around and am met with a blue and white striped mask, and a familiar cedarwood scent fills my nose.

“You should be more careful,” he mutters, sounding like he is going to continue speaking, but he stops himself. Even through the mask, I can feel his eyes staring at me, and a chill runs up my arms when he finally speaks again.

“ Squeak? Is that you?”

Unable to say anything, I pull myself out of his grasp, looking over my shoulder as someone approaches from behind us.

Kidd rushes by Killer and me without any acknowledgment, a bloodthirsty look in his eyes as he approaches his prey. Kuma begins to rise again and Killer grabs my waist once more, leaping away as Kidd summons more scraps of metal to continue fighting. 

“He’s not human,” I whisper, eyes still trained on the scuffle and Killer follows my gaze. He sets me down on the ground, looking me over as I wince in pain from my previous fall. 

“I’m starting to think so too,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief as he sets me down and I am able to stand on my own. “No one’s ever gotten back up from Kidd’s attack.”

A gunshot firing in the distance reminds us of the Marines, and Killer and I take off running, trying to buy Kidd time to deal with Kuma - or whatever that thing was - by distracting them.

Another explosion comes from up ahead and I drop my shoulder, ducking into Killer and sending us both tumbling in an attempt to avoid the blast. Killer rolls out of the hit effortlessly, but as I try to stand back up my leg gives out, a strangled scream leaving my lips as I feel a searing pain in my right leg.

I look down and find a piece of shrapnel lodged in my calf, blood pouring from the wound and Killer lets out a curse under his breath. 

The incoming Marines call out for us, and I feel Killer hesitate before trying to lift me my leg burning as he attempts to cradle me in his arms.

“Kil….” I grunt through gritted teeth, “Just… Go.”

He looks at me, and I can feel his blue eyes piercing through the mask again.

“No. Not this time.”

~

“If I were captain of this ship,” Killer’s voice turns serious, all previous joking having died with my last comment, “I wouldn’t let you go.”

I smiled weakly at my friend’s sincerity, knowing this was troubling him the closer we got to the Briss Kingdom.

“I know, Kil,” I say quietly, putting my hand over his arm as he lets out a disgruntled sigh. He remains silent as he stares at me, his shaggy hair covering his face as he leans in closer to me, pulling me into his side.

“I just…. I got a bad feeling about all of this.” Again, another sigh. “You said the Marines were cool with your family, why on earth would they throw years of partnership away for a pipsqueak like you?”

You feign offense to his comment, holding a hand to your chest as you smirk at him. “I don’t know, Kil. That’s why I have to go back. I need answers - need to know what's happening to my kingdom.”

He didn’t need to voice his disapproval, and I leaned further into his hug as the sun settled over the edge of the water.

~

The Marines were on us before I could respond, one of them holding a gun to Killer’s mask as my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. The next few moments were covered in darkness, my vision completely obscured as I felt an intense surge of power through and around my entire body. I tried to scream out for help, but I couldn’t even hear the sound of my own voice - all sounds getting swallowed by a veil of darkness. A few heartbeats are all that pass, but the stillness makes it seem like an eternity. Then, suddenly sunlight crept through the veil, and the darkness dissipated as an eerie calm settled in the air. 

I unclamp my eyes and flick them back and forth over the bodies strewn about, the skin on them wrinkly as some of them groaned in agony. Killer’s arm tightens on my hip as I shift, forgetting momentarily about the metal in my leg as I try to scramble to my feet. 

What the fuck just happened?

My pulse was pounding in my chest as I leaned forward, hand shaking as I reached out to poke at the Marine who had a gun pointed at us moments before. His face was sunken in, and his eyes devoid of color as he struggled to lift a hand in our direction. I could see both fear and confusion swirling in them, and I am sure I mirrored both of those emotions on my own face as I stared at my trembling hand.

“Did…. Did I do this?”

My eyes burned with tears as Killer pulled me back to his chest, cradling me in his arm once again as he limped us away from the sea of bodies. My chest feels like it is caving in as I try to wrap my head around what happened - around what I had just done. My breath quickened to a dangerous pace, and my vision went fuzzy as the panic consumed me, my body falling slack in Killer’s arms as he trudged back towards the main island.

~

I stood huddled behind the door of my father’s office, panic setting in as I struggled to think through where on earth he would have hidden it. My eyes flicked across every surface in the room, hoping for anything that could hint at where it was hidden. I heard footsteps down the hall and began frantically searching through every drawer I could get open, emptying them onto the floor hastily to no avail. 

I was just finishing searching the last drawer when I noticed a metal lock box tucked underneath it, bending down to examine it better as I heard the footsteps growing closer. 

A 6-digit pin was all that stood between me and my mother’s cure. 

I felt my hands grow clammy as I started pinning in numbers, the keys flashing red with every invalid entry. I tried my birthday… no luck.

My father’s. Red.

My mother’s. Red again.

My actual mother’s. Fucking. Red.

I almost giggled to myself as I tried my last ditch effort - my baby sister’s birthday. The keys flashed green and the lock on to door snapped open just as keys began to jingle in the handle of the door to the office. I grabbed the devil fruit that sat inside the box and shoved it in my mouth without a second thought, the bitter taste in my mouth making me gag violently on the first bite.

The taste grew worse as I chewed, the rotting smell filling my nostrils as I forced myself to swallow, just as hands encompassed my arms and legs.

I was kicking and screaming as the Marines grabbed me, looking at me in shock as they realized what I had just done. My father came clamoring into the office from down the hall, his eyes widening as he rounded the desk and saw the open lockbox beneath it.

My mind flashed back to the first time I had been taken as his ringed hand came flying at me, and for what I realized was the second time in my life my father’s fists broke skin as it collided with my face.

This time I stayed conscious, feeling every swing as he brought his fist down on my face again, and again.

I remember my mind going fuzzy as he screamed at me, asking me why I had done what I’d done - why I just had to ruin his life.

“M…. mommy,” I manage to squeak out, my voice cracking as my tears mixed with the blood streaming from my face, coating my clothes and the floor as I lay staring up at the ceiling. 

My mother had always been the one to shield me from my father’s temper, but this time I knew she wouldn’t be able to help. Not in the state she was in. If I could just get to her room, I would pray to whatever powers above to let me activate this devil fruit's power just once.

My father’s anger was bubbling out of him as he laughed wickedly, yanking me to my feet as he pulled me down the hall, back to the room where my mother lay - nearly lifeless.

“You thought you were going to save her, didn’t you,” he seethed, “Well, now you can know that you were the one that killed her.”

Time slowed as my father pulled the gun from the waistband of the Marine following close behind us, cocking it and pulling the trigger, the bullet lodging into the side of her head as my screams rattle the walls.

~

A violent shake of my shoulders pulls me from my nightmare - those same masked blue eyes staring down at me as my eyes shoot open. 

“Breathe, Squeak,” he drawls, his voice laced with concern as I feel my skin tingle from the dark shadows swirling around the room. My breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the dark room, the lamp in the corner of the room growing slightly brighter as my shadows begin to dissipate the more my breathing levels out.

“Killer?” I question, vaguely recalling our encounter with the Marines earlier. Everything felt like a fever dream at this point, I didn’t know how much I dreamt and imagined in the last 48 hours. 

“That is me,” he says dryly, and somehow a smirk curves up on my lips as I sink back into the mattress. 

The silence that hangs in the room becomes too much for me to bear as I wait for him to speak, wondering which of the thousands of possible questions he would ask first.

“Are you okay?”

My heart nearly stopped - of course, that is the one he starts with. 

Tears sting my eyes as I think of all the lies I could tell him to answer his question, settling on the simple and honest truth.

“No.” 

My voice is hoarse, and I know he can hear the pain behind it as I stare up at the ceiling, my mind racing at what my life had been reduced to in the last year. 

The last time I saw Killer, I was heir to my family’s throne - an eager princess being brought home by a rookie pirate crew that I had somehow convinced to detour on their way to the Grand Line. 

Now I was a broken woman with no family and a devil fruit power she couldn’t control - let alone understand how to use.

Killer shifted on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped as he rested his elbows on his knees. He doesn’t say anything as my tears begin flowing faster, my breaths growing shaky as a sob shakes my body, making Killer flinch and turn to me. 

Warm arms encompass me, and I breathe in the scent of him as I sob into his shoulder - feeling the tension release from my body as I let the emotions out. His hug tightens after a moment, and I groan from the soreness that radiates through my body.

“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling back but staying within close proximity to me.

“Don’t be,” I rasp, the sound coming out as more of a squeak than anything, earning a chuckle from Killer.

“I can’t believe you’re here, pipsqueak.”

I giggle at the stupid nickname from the first time we’d met, picturing the sad and lonely girl I was sitting on the beach of that island - staring out at the sea positive that my father was on his way to rescue me and bring me home.

I bit my lip hard as I got lost in the thought, tasting iron as I re-opened the wound from our run-in with the Marines earlier. 

The sound of boots clamoring up the stairs pulls me from my haunting memory, my eyes flicking over to the staircase as a mop of red hair and a burly fur coat make their way toward Killer and me.

“Well, well,” the familiar brazen voice echoes in the dark room, and amber eyes meet mine as I sit up in the bed. 

“Fancy seeing you here, Princess.”

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[takamimami]

Perfectly Misaligned

Chapter 1 - The Phantom

Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)

This is my first time actually writing out a fic for an OC. I'm excited to get this down, and I look forward to sharing it with anyone interested enough to read it. This story is not canon-compliant, at best it will be canon-adjacent (it that is even a thing lol) :3

Chapter Tracklist:

Unwanted - Avril Lavigne

Missing - Evanescence

Gasoline - Halsey

CW: minor depictions of violence, slave trading/human trafficking, nothing major for this chapter as we are setting the scene, references to Morrigan's childhood trauma --- word count: 3.1k

NSFW; Explicit Language/Themes - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

"You’ll never be safe in this world until you’re six feet under.”

The harrowing words echoed through my mind as I trudged forward towards the moss-covered building in the distance, the sea-prism stone cuffs digging into my wrists. The pudgy man walking in front of me tugs on the chain connected to them, nearly causing me to stumble forward as he hisses back at me.

“Pick up the pace, girl!”

The others behind me grumble in response, but I keep my head down and hold in my protest, silently praying to make it through the rest of this ordeal without being recognized. I’d heard tales of this place and knew it would be swarming with world nobles in a matter of hours, those of whom would surely have seen my bounty poster. Lucky for me the photo on it was dated, having been from when I was a young teen, but the scar on my brow would give me away to anyone who gets a good look at me.

A man is sweeping the front steps as we approach, and he immediately stops what he is doing and bows to the man leading my group who responds with a swift elbow to the poor man’s gut.

“Dammit, I told you ta' have this cleaned up by the time I got back!”

The man winces and sputters out an apology and grabs the broom that had clattered to the floor, resuming his previous task as we are herded through the doors of the building.

The chains on our cuffs and the scrapping of our feet against the concrete are the only things that can be heard as we make our way into the building. I keep my gaze low, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, and we continue to the back of the building behind the auction stage where a slender man is waiting. His long grey hair flows down his back as he stands, smoothing out his floor-length coat before walking over to us, his hands behind his back as he ominously crosses the room. The two men exchange mumbled words as they look over their haul, debating bidding prices and logistics, things I couldn’t care to pay attention to as I scan the room and look for any possible way out.

“What about this one?”

The man’s voice rings right in my ear as he grabs my chin harshly, pulling my gaze towards him as he looks me up and down. I snarl at him, to which he lets out an amused chuckle, his lifeless eyes a harsh contrast to the smile on his face. I furrow my brows momentarily, worrying I’ll see a hint of recognition on his face, but his expression remains unchanged as the man behind him speaks up.

“We picked her up on our way back from the South Blue. She’s the bastard daughter of the king of Briss.”

The slender man keeps a firm grasp on my chin as I try to pull away from him, the pads of his fingers digging into my cheeks. “Another bastard child, it's a pity your mother didn’t get rid of you when she had the chance.”

I wanted to spit in his face, to tackle him and cut out his tongue for uttering an ill word about my mother as if my father was some saint. But the sea-prism cuffs keeping my hands behind my back were draining not only my devil fruit powers, but my physical strength as well, and considering the number of bruises and welts I had already received for the resistance I showed on the ship here I don’t know if the effort would even be worth it.

So instead I offer a dissatisfied grunt and pull my chin out of his hand harder, this time succeeding in releasing myself from his grip.

The man just stands up straight and offers a wicked grin, giving me one last look over before turning back to his subordinate.

“Dress her up in something nice, we should be able to get a decent price off her.”

The man tugs on the chains to pull some of the slaves to their feet, “Yes, Disco,” he nods as he turns and leads us down a long dark hallway, stopping us all in front of a giant holding cell and fastening a collar around each of our necks as we enter.

Some people fought the guards as they were ushered in, but I knew my best bet would be to bide my time until I could get this sea prism off of me and use my powers to free myself. So I remained pliant, much to the guards’ surprise after the tantrum I had thrown on the ship.

Before long all of us took a seat inside the cell, each seat identified with a number - likely indicating the order we would be sold off.

I lean back and rest my head on the cool concrete wall, closing my eyes as I try to calm the rage boiling within me as I hear that man’s voice, Disco, replay in my head.

“It’s a pity your mother didn’t get rid of you when she had the chance.”

~

There were too many of them to fight off, too many burly men holding me down as they dragged my mother away. The tears burned my eyes as I let out a muffled scream, biting down on the hand that covered my mouth, only for it to be pulled away and balled up into a fist. The hand collides with my face before I can process what is happening and the last thing I can see is a bright green emerald in my face before my vision blurs, a wave of red pouring over my quickly swelling eye and I cry out in pain for my mother.

There’s blood… so much blood. It’s dripping from my brow and mixing with my tears as I try to wipe it away in a panic, but it keeps flowing as my head begins to spin and the shouting voices around me start to distort. The hands that were once holding me down are now frantically carrying me down the hall, and my back hits a cool surface as my ears begin to ring and my consciousness slips.

I awake in a dimly lit room, my ears still ringing and the entire right side of my face bandaged up. I try to sit up but my arms are chained to the bed, so I do my best to survey my surroundings and take in the room I’m in. I note there is a small table and chair next to the bed I’m on, with a half-finished cup of something sitting on it with a copy of some news reporting lying next to it.

Someone had been in here, watching me.

I hear muffled voices and footsteps approaching on the wooden floor outside my room, and as they approach I hear what sounds like the ground groaning below me. Was I…. on a ship?

My question is answered as commotion above me draws my attention, and I can faintly hear someone barking orders that sound vaguely like “raise the sails”, and “fire at will”.

My heart begins to race as the next accompanying sounds are those of cannons blaring in the distance, the sounds of the cannon balls splashing into the water around us sending a shiver down my spine as the room flings open.

A man I don’t recognize looks me over frantically as he tugs at my chains, “C’mon, girl, the admiral told me to get you on the lifeboat, stat.”

My body feels like it is on fire as he hoists me over his shoulder, and I groan due to the sun sending a splitting headache to my temples as we ascend to the deck.

There is chaos everywhere, so many men… Marines… shouting. I try to get my bearings as I lift my head and scan my environment, but a sudden shift of the boat sends the man carrying me tumbling into the railing, my body collapsing on the ground behind him as he struggles to keep himself from falling overboard.

As he stumbles back to his feet I take the opportunity to slip away from him, ducking behind some barrels nearby and dashing in the direction of the lifeboats on the ship’s port. As I reach the lifeboats I realize I hadn’t thought of how I was to get into one and row away with my hands behind my back, so I dip behind the bench nearby and struggle with the cuffs on my wrists, trying desperately to free myself. I take a deep breath and tug my right hand aggressively, feeling my thumb dislocate and biting down on my lower lip. The searing pain had my eyes stinging as tears threatened to spill from them, and I continued to wiggle my hand through the cuff, feeling the metal scrape along my knuckle as I am finally able to get a hand free.

Relying on the adrenaline to carry me through the pain, I turn the crank to lower one of the lifeboats into the water. Just as it hits the water I hear a few men shout in my direction, and I don’t even think twice before hauling myself over the ledge and into the tiny wooden boat.

An explosion rocks the deck I had just leaped from, and I scramble to grab the paddles and start rowing myself away from the ship, seeing a shoreline in the distance as I try to steady my breathing. The wind whirls around my head as cannonballs splash in the water around me, the waves making it hard to gain any traction in my efforts.

Just as I look over my shoulder to see if anyone noticed my escape, a cannonball hits the front of my boat and a large wave sends me toppling forward into the water, my lungs immediately filling with water as I sink, unable to struggle against the water as it pulls me deeper and deeper.

~

“Wake up, bitch!”

A tug of my wrists has me stumbling to my feet, pulling me from my dream and thrusting me back into my harsh reality. As I start to recall my current situation, I am guided to a back room and undressed, the guard looking my body over a few too many times before he ushers me into a washroom with a bucket and a sink.

“Get cleaned up, no one’s gonna want shit to do with you if you look like you just rolled around in the dirt.”

The door shuts and I grab the bucket, filling it with freezing cold water and pouring it over my body reluctantly. After I finish rinsing off I run my fingers through my black hair, grateful I got a chance to dye it back to my natural color before being hauled away on that ship.

The door flings open as I shut off the water, and the man returns with a towel, drying me off despite my protest to do it myself, then he leads me back out into the room and pulls a dress over my head. Much to my horror he reaches down the front of the dress and adjusts my breasts to sit higher in the bust, nearly spilling out of the dress as he holds back a nasty grin. I let a low growl rumble through my chest and he just laughs in response, swatting me on the ass as he ushers me back to my holding cell.

“Gotta make you look enticing to the clients,” he snorts, and I roll my eyes as the holding cell door shuts behind me.

As I return to my seat, I notice a new face, an old man with a sliver beard and silver hair to match, sitting menacingly in the seat labeled 18. He looks up at me and notices my stare, simply smiling and offering me a subtle nod before returning his gaze to the floor.

Just as I sit down a guard calls out for the first ticket, and everyone winces in unison as they beg and plead with the guards to reconsider. The same thing happens over and over again until finally number nine is called and I rise to my feet, doing my best to keep my head high as I walk towards the stage.

The spotlight is blinding as I peer out into the crowd, trying to make out any faces as the snobby nobles begin murmuring as I cross the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Disco calls out, stretching an arm out in my direction, “Allow me to introduce our next prize!”

I feel my lip curl as I continue to scan the room, keeping my chin down slightly to keep my hair covering the scar on my right brow. Looking over the crowd I see a few familiar faces, people who had visited my father on our island occasionally, and as my eyes reach the back of the room my lungs tighten. The man standing in the back of the room watches with an unamused look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest as if he had a million better things to be doing than standing inside this auction house.

My eyes meet his and I notice him shift his weight forward as if trying to decipher the look on my face as I let my eyes trail over him. The familiarity stabs me like a knife to the gut - his bright red hair held back by goggles, his gaudy fur jacket, and those trashy patterned pants. There was no mistaking it.

As I look to the masked man next to him my heart sinks, and I notice the blonde nudge the redhead next to him, pulling his attention from me as they look to be discussing something.

I had been so distracted I didn’t even notice the bidding had started, and just as Disco calls for the voting to close the guard who had escorted me to the stage comes barreling out from the back, interrupting Disco despite the grave look on his face.

“Sir, it’s Joker,” he says, looking down at the responder snail in his hands, “he says not to sell her, that he’ll quadruple the price of whatever the highest bid is.”

Disco’s eyes widen in surprise and confusion, but he quickly catches himself and relaxes his face, turning to the crowd to explain the situation.

A few mumbled groans come from the crowd, but I am shuffled off the stage before anyone can throw too big of a fit. Before I walk off the stage I look back at the redhead and the masked blonde standing in the back of the hall, their eyes still trailing me as I disappear into the back.

I’m brought back to Disco’s office, the guard instructing me to sit and wait for the auction to finish, and I nod without offering any resistance as he closes and locks the door.

Still able to faintly hear the commotion from the hall, I began rummaging around the office, trying to figure out who this ‘Joker’ person was, and wondering if the reason they wanted me for themselves was that they knew of my true identity. I shuffled through the papers on Disco’s desk, a pile of wanted posters stacked atop it and I quickly began flipping through them.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the pile, I see my face - my previously blonde hair and the ravenous look on my face making my skin crawl as I examine the page.

~

I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as I rounded the corner to my father's office, so relieved to finally be putting this entire mess behind me. I had so many questions I needed to ask him, so many things had happened since I was beaten and kidnapped, and I had to know that my father was going to get to the bottom of this.

My blood ran cold at the scene that awaited me inside that office.

My father was sitting at his desk, his fingers laced together as the Marines on either side of him instantly rushed me, grabbing at both of my arms.

"Father," I gasp, my eyes burning as I search his for any explanation for this sudden aggression.

And that is when I noticed it. The green emerald ring on his middle finger. The same ring I saw moments before my brow was split and I was taken away from my mother.

"Where is she?!'

He averts his gaze from me and motions to one of the men still stationed by his desk, "She's yours. See to it that she disappears… for good this time."

And it was at that moment I realized I should have stayed on the Victoria Punk.

~

WANTED: ALIVE

MORRIGAN, THE PHANTOM

75,000,000 BERRIES

I gawked at the poster, not having actually seen it in person before. I’d only heard word of it from the various Marines on the ship who had discussed it not realizing that the person on the poster was just under their nose.

A sudden explosion from the other end of the building rattles the walls, sending my head whipping in the direction of the commotion. The doorknob of the handle jiggles and to my surprise the old man from the holding cell strolls in casually, seemingly unfazed by the ensuing chaos down the hall.

He smiles at me before reaching for the safe on the wall, breaking through it with ease as he clears out the money from inside and tucks it into his jacket. It’s then that I recognize his face, and the furrow of my brows must give me away as he sees me still staring at him.

“Do you want me to remove yours?” He asks gently, motioning towards the collar still around my neck. I nod hesitantly as he moves his hands towards my neck, pulling the collar apart effortlessly before throwing it out into the hall, where it detonates a short moment later.

“Silvers Rayleigh,” I say breathlessly, though he's already making his way out of the room.

He turns to look over his shoulder at me, pressing his glasses to the bridge of his nose as he cracks a smile.

“Morrigan, The Phantom,” he says nonchalantly, “A pleasure.”

With that, he continues walking out towards the hall, and I take the opportunity to disappear into the chaos as people begin to funnel out of the auction house.

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[angelsdevils]

Kidd x OC

Title: A Soft Spot No Warning

Lily was a shy, pure, and innocent girl who didn't know much about the wrongs and dangers of the world. No, she didn't have a perfect life, but she didn't complain, and she saw the good in everyone. Normally those kinds of girls pissed Kidd off because half the time, they were faking everything and weren't innocent or pure. But he could tell by a mile away that she wasn't faking it. She was seen feeding the kids on the streets and giving them hugs before getting up and carrying a bunch of flowers, handing them to the elderly, kids, and even young lovers. But once The Kid Pirates, they made way and whispered. The only person who paid no mind to them was Lily.

"Psst Lily, just get over for a moment." One of the villagers whispered. She blinked and looked at the pirates and saw that they were now standing by her looking down. She tilted her head to the side, which caused Eustass's eye to twitch. She looked down at her hands, beamed at the pirates, and offered him a Yellow Acacia, which meant a Value of True Friendship.

"Welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay here." The villagers' sweatdrop they knew how innocent she was, but they thought she would have enough sense to know they were bad people.

"Lily, please, they are pirates."

"So? They are still humans with blood running through their veins like you and me." She said, blinking at everyone looking at her gawking.

"Hey, Captain, the flower looks cute in your hand..." One of them said, and he tossed his crew a glare, who was snickering.

"Listen, girl, just get out of my way." He pushed past her, and she pouted after he stepped on the flower she had given him. A guy noticed the pout, and he picked up once the captain passed by and gave the girl a look even though she couldn't tell what kind of look due to the blue and white mask. She scratched her head but shrugged, smiled, and finished giving out the flowers.

Eustass walked into a pub, sat down ordering sake, and almost choked when he saw the flower.

"Killer, why did you get the flower."

"Because I saw the look she gave, and I know you wouldn't want to break the poor girl." Kidd blinked.

"Why does she have an aura like that? It makes me wanna...." He shook his head, and Killer smirked.

"You like her."

"Like hell I do."

"You do."

"She is too innocent."

"She should join our crew?"

"As if don't say things like I am the captain." Kidd raised his voice, and Killer smirked through his mask.

"Do you gentleman need anything else?" Kidd blinked at the gentle voice and looked at her, and she smiled warmly.

"Another beer." He grumbled.

"Okay, is that it?" Everyone nodded, and she went behind the counter, pouring the beer into a mug before bringing it back to Kidd. As she was walking back to him, a couple of guys were flirting with her. This caused Kidd's eye to twitch for the umpteenth time that day.

"Hey, pretty lady, wanna come home with me later."

"Uhm, no, thank you."

"Oh, come on, you can help me."

"Help you? You are going to need help with your house?" Kidd and several of The Kidd Pirates face planted the table.

"Exactly, my little angel."

"Oh then o~."

"Keep on dreaming she is not going home with you. She may not know what you mean, but we do." Kidd said, grabbing the guy's collar shirt. Lily's eyes widened as the guy was about to get punched, but she dropped the beer and grabbed his hand.

"P-Please, no fighting in here, mister." She looked at him, and he looked deep into her brown eyes. "Tsk, whatever." He walked back to his seat, and the guy flirting with her ran out with several of the other drunks. She rubbed her neck, got another beer, and came back to Kidd.

"You need to be more careful," Killer said to the brunette girl. She nodded, still not understanding.

"Uhm, okay, but why get upset?"

"He was gonna take advantage of you." Heat said.

"Take advantage?"

"Nothing," Kidd said, and she blinked, more confused, but she went back to cleaning up the mess she made before cleaning the tables.

"Join my crew."

"Huh?" She turned to the captain.

"Join my crew."

"But won't I just be in the way?"

"And why is that?"

"I have no experience in fighting or anything; I would be useless."

"Well, we do need someone that's not as hot-headed as our captain." One of the pirates said.

"Yeah."

"I don't know if my village would approve." She shifted, and Kidd looked at all the crew, and they left. He went to her, and he grinned a wicked grin.

"Well, if you are worried about that, I can't help since I am a pirate."

"Huh?" He only grinned and picked her up and ran out of the bar, and villagers started to scream and freak out.

"They are kidnapping Lily! Stop them."

"Oh my god. H-Hey.... put me down."

"Not until we get to the ship. Once they reached the ship, the crew was already there. Kidd kept hold of her, and they shipped out. Lily was completely confused about everything.

"Uhm, guys... I don't know who you are."

"I am Kidd, the captain."

"Killer."

"Heat." Everyone started to introduce them.

"We already know your name, so no need to introduce yourself." Killer said, and Kidd set her down.

"What if I didn't want to become part of your crew?"

"Don't worry, we won't taint you, but you are the only person that can keep Kidd calm."

She blushed gently before nodding slightly, smiling gently. Kidd looked at her before looking away, a small blush on his cheeks.

"I think he likes you, Lily."

"Uhm... I like him too." Everyone started to choke.

"I like everyone here."

"....." They sighed.

"Welcome to the crew Lily," Kidd said, wrapping an arm around you, leading you away from the crew before he killed them.

"Why did everyone think you were so mean? You don't seem mean. Then again, everyone has a good heart."

"Don't misunderstand. I am far from having a good heart. I just seem to have a soft spot for you."

"Well, I am happy then."