#but there's a motherfucking ocean in the middle separating us and I can't do that

[lesbianneopolitan]

Today it's one of those long DnD days, gonna cook some tantan ramen for lunch and korean chicken for dinner with friends

[erii-ya]

The Huntress’s Prey pt1

Killer x FemReader

One Piece FanFic

A/N: I can't seem to finish my first story 'If it's you...' because I have so many ideas in my head and I need to write 'em down while they're fresh. But I'll be finishing it soon... when I get the vibe. For now, I'll share the beginning of Y/N and Killer's story.

*Triggering words/scenarios ahead* *spoilers*

**Remember that One Piece is the beautiful original story of Eiichiro Oda-sensei. Scenarios, places, and events are all fictional.**

WC: 3.3k

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Two weeks have passed since you got separated from your crew and ended up at the hands of the Kid pirates. As to how you ended up here, you had yet to learn. The only thing you know is waking up in a dark room with a throbbing pain on the top of your head, blood gushing out of it, probably hitting your head somewhere. You rummage through the room, looking for something to cover the wound to stop the bleeding, but don’t find any, so you have no choice but to rip a part of your clothes and use it as a temporary cover.

Still dizzy, perhaps from blood loss, since you’re unsure how long you’d been out, you struggled to walk past the door. After you open it, the sun’s rays illuminate the room, and you conclude that you are in a stock room. ‘And no one sees me here?’ a thought.

You’re surprised to see that you’re on a ship and it is currently sailing in the middle of the ocean. That Goddamn panda! You were so sure Kuma’d eradicate you right then, and the only thing you regret was not being able to help Luffy achieve his dream of becoming the Pirate King. But as you can see, you’re pretty much alive and just losing a lot of blood. However, if you don’t get your head treated, you’ll probably end up decomposing in no time.

You heard obnoxious waves of laughter under the deck, so you tried to find your way to where it was coming from, but being a cautious person, you looked for signs first to give you a clue of your current situation. That’s the time you saw the Jolly Roger dancing freely into the air at the top of the crow’s nest.

“Holy mother of cows…” you uttered. Redhair with goggles and a Punk-ish decorated ship. There is no mistaking it. “Is this where Kuma sent me? The Victoria Punk?!”

You can’t believe it. Is Kuma trying to get you tortured to death by this idiotic group of psychos? Since when have they been working for the World Government? You have so many questions but don’t have time to waste.

Even in a weakened state, you muster all your strength to prop yourself up on the ship’s railings, determined to jump overboard. You feel you have a better chance of surviving this way than getting caught by the Kid pirates.

Counting to three, you’re prepared to jump ship when strong, big arms grab your waist and yank you back onboard. You slammed on the floor deck, butt first.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a sexy baritone voice said. You glared at whoever it was, ready to bite, only to stop when your head started spinning and nausea kicked in—covering your mouth in an attempt to avoid puking. “I’m asking you, what were you doing? Are you thieving us?” the man asked again.

You can’t hold back the annoyance at the accusation. Here you are, separated from your crew, bleeding to death, trapped on another pirate’s ship, and don’t even know how or why you ended up here, and are getting charged with thieving on board a vessel that is sailing in the middle of the ocean. “And what kind of a dumb motherfucker would board a ship just to steal and escape in the middle of the fucking ocean, huh?!”

The man shrugged and simply pointed at you, “You, obviously. Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to do a while ago?” he’s calm, but you know better than to trust that calmness. For all you know, he’s already analyzing you behind his mask. He’s a buff 6” foot guy, tanned, wearing a plain, white, and light-blue striped full-head helmet with many rows of holes and what looks like modern headphones on both sides.

“Killer,” another man came up. He probably heard the commotion you were having. Some of their men were behind him, and all were staring at you. “Who’s the mouse?” ‘Killer, huh,’ you mentally note to yourself. Killer told him what happened. The man who called you a ‘mouse’ was the ship's captain, Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. Of course, you know him, with that signature goggles and invisible eyebrows.

Kid looked back at you and grinned. The type of grin that means trouble. He walked closer to you, reaching down using his left arm to grab your hair and lifting you to his eye level. “Such a bold move for a little runt like you, aye?” he mocks at you.

You hiss in pain since Kid was grabbing the side of your head that has a wound on it, and it wasn’t that long until you felt warm liquid flowing down your face.

But you’re not one to back down so quickly, “Do you idiots even use that brain of yours?!” you returned. “What do I even want from your ship, assholes?!” you continued.

Kid answers with a slap on your face so hard that you taste blood. Because of the impact, you seem to have gotten a split on the lip. He didn’t stop at one slap but followed it with a more forceful second. Not only are you sporting a cut lip but a cut inside your other cheek as well. “Oi, you’re on my fuckin’ ship, bitch, and I can do whatever I want with you,” he said with a threatening voice.

“Oh, wow. Fuck, I’m scared.” you retorted sarcastically, feigning worry with a bored look. Veins popped at Kid’s head; feeling insulted and mad, he tightened his grip on your hair, making you swallow back a moan. “Can’t you try harder? The pain is subsiding, and it's starting to bore me,” said you, provoking Kid.

Kid is now fuming red, and you swear you can visibly see him spewing out steam like a volcano. You didn’t wait, though, for the next strike. Of course, you’re not an idiot like them. Doing the flying armbar at Kid, you lock his arm and head between your legs, resulting in him kneeling. Tightening your lock on his head, he starts thrashing, unable to breathe. You would’ve stayed in that position for much longer if only there wasn’t a blade pointed at your neck. “Oh? Now, you want to join in, too? Sorry, but I have no penchant for threesomes.” you nonchalantly said to Killer.

“Continue, or your head rolls on the floor,” he warned you. You burst out laughing, amused by what he said. His hand clenched tighter on the hilt of his scythe-like blades, veins showing in his arms. ‘Uh-huh, delicious,’ eyeing his arms.

You let out an exasperated sigh before letting go of Kid, and to make it quits, you grab onto Killer’s blades, point it back to your neck, slashing yourself with a swift motion, causing you to have a big scar lining it, now flowing with blood. Everyone looked at you dumbfounded, not expecting you to do something...insane?

“What? That’s what you call a trophy,” you said matter-of-factly. “See?” lifting your shirt to show them all the scars you collected over time, they sweatdrop.

“Anyway,” walking over to the side to sit down, resting your back on a wall, “since you fought with Luffy in Sabaody, I’ll call it quits. Not to mention this…” pointing at the slit you created on your neck making your point. “Or would you rather I stab myself instead?” you asked. The crew shakes their heads vigorously, aside from Kid and Killer.

“Fuckin’ retard!!” Kid, who seems fine now but still holding his neck.

“Talkin’ to yourself?” Kid’s crew was stunned as to how you could still talk back to their captain.

Kid ignores what you said. He’s more curious when you mention Luffy, “Maybe because he’s my captain?” You sound like it’s common sense.

He lifts one of his invisible eyebrows at you. “How come we never saw you at the auction house? From what I know, all of that monkey’s crew were there.” Kid doubted.

You glared at him when he called Luffy a monkey but suddenly got embarrassed remembering what you ended up doing in Sabaody.

Of course, you’re not there because you were elsewhere. “‘Cause I wasn’t there in the first place.” closing your eyes as you started having blurry vision, “I was out looking for…someone…and ended up…in a gambling house.”

You heard Killer saying something, but everything was turning fuzzy. Before you lose consciousness, you finish, “Just one thing. I don’t give a fuck whether you throw me offboard, feed me to the sharks, or sacrifice me for voodoo, but I’m so tired I’m going to fucking sleep! Wake me up, or you’ll see hell.” and with that, you fainted.

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Fast forward to today. You just finished cleaning one of the upper decks, and is now in the kitchen for Lunch. It was decided that you'll be cleaning the whole Victoria Punk as punishment for ‘sneaking’ in their ship. Surprisingly, they didn’t do anything to you that day you fainted, and you woke up in their infirmary, fully bandaged. As per Kid, he’s willing to do you some ‘charity’ since you’re connected with Luffy, who he sees as interesting and a competitive rival. So you’ll stay with the Kid pirates until you leave for the next island. 

Well, that is the original plan. However, Kid being an ass, doesn’t want to let you go because you haven’t 'finished cleaning the whole ship.' To which, ladies and gentlemen, is so goddamn huge! It was 5 or 10 times or more bigger than the Sunny! How the hell can you finish cleaning all of it by yourself?!

Footsteps approach you, and you don’t need to take a second guess on who it is, “You sure take your time, huh? How the hell will you finish cleaning my ship if you’re moving like a turtle?!” Like, what does he want you to do? Use some kind of trick to clean his colossal ship magically?

You rolled your eyes, and without looking at the person speaking, you sassed, “...and why the hell are you bugging me every chance you get, huh, Kid?!”. Kid forcibly turned you around to face him cupping your cheeks tightly, “Call me Captain, you bitching runt. Don’t forget that you’re on my ship and…”. 

“...you can do whatever you want with me.” You finish his lines for him. “Yeah, yeah. How many times have you reminded me about it? It starts to age in my head. Don’t you have anything else to say?”

The crew was watching both of you, too entertained with your bickering. It has become a regular occurrence since you came on board. “It's starting again.” said one of the crew. 

“I’m unsure if Captain is fond of her or just plainly irritated since she’s from a rival crew.” said another.

“Maybe because they are both the same age?” and another.

Both of you heard it, and you’re sure you saw Kid blush a bit, so to hide his embarrassment, he removed his hands tightly cupping your cheeks, and turned to yell at his crew about being slow pokes as well.

Focusing back on eating, you tried ignoring your surroundings when a familiar aura closed in. You feel your heart beating faster and faster by the minute. This person has been making your heart go insane whenever he's around, and you thought it was only because of anxiousness, considering that you don’t exactly get what he’s thinking most of the time due to him wearing a mask.

In your peripheral vision, you saw Killer handing Kid what seemed to be a newspaper. Kid snorts after reading an article in the paper, then turns to you and slams the paper in front of you. “I may have something new to say. Look what I found,” he said. You gave the paper a side-eyed glance, not actually interested in what was written on it, but you saw a familiar face. 

It was Ace, and even though you hadn’t personally met him since you weren’t part of the crew yet, when they saw him in Alabasta, Nami and Usopp shared their experience with him and showed you some newspaper clippings. You know that he’s one of Luffy’s big brothers and an extremely polite person far from your Captain, at least that was what they told you.

The caption caught your attention. It was about Ace’s death at war in Marineford. You snatched away the paper from Kid and read the whole article with wide eyes. It says Luffy stormed at Marineford to save Ace from being executed and that he died protecting Luffy from Akainu; there was even a photo of what happened, and you saw Luffy.

You turned pale and felt shivers down your spine. The news was stomach-churning, and you suddenly feel nauseous. You drop the paper and run to the nearest sink to throw up. Kid is pretty amused at your reaction.

Too many questions are running in your head. ‘What happened to Luffy?... Where is he?... How is he holding up?’ You’re too shocked to think straight. The only thing you want to do right now is to look for your captain and be by his side.

You inhale and exhale a couple of times to relax, and once you’re sure you have calmed down, you start walking towards the door. You go past Kid without a second look, but he grabs you by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a menacing tone.

“Where do you think? Of course, to my captain,” you answered, still not looking. You felt his grip tightened. This man has been abusing your arm since, and you got a lot of bruises from his grabbing every time. “I didn't give you any permission to leave, did I?” he said smugly.

You turned to face him, irritation and anger visible in your face. “I didn’t ask for permission, did I?” you scowled at him, but Kid didn’t seem fazed. He was rather more amused by your expression and even grinned wider. You try to release yourself from his steel grip but can’t. Face flushed with anger, you swiftly grab a fork from a nearby table and are about to stab Kid in the eyes, but Killer stops you by the wrist. 

“Calm down, Y/N. That’s our captain,” Killer said. Kid didn’t even flinch on what you did and just stared intently at you. “If you do that, we won’t hesitate, you know,” Killer said, motioning to everyone around you, who’s now standing up, ready to strike. 

He has a point. You’re a complete stranger to them, and they won’t hesitate to kill you if you so much as hurt their captain. You pull your wrist from his grasp while Kid releases your arm.

“Calm down?!” you shouted. “Luffy’s brother died, and now he’s missing too! Our crewmates are nowhere to be found, and I don’t even know if they’re dead or alive! Then you’re asking me to fucking calm down?! How should I do that, huh?! Tell me what I should do?!” you’re practically screaming.

Tears were now beginning to form in your eyes, and you couldn't help but look vulnerable in front of them. You have kept it for a good two weeks, but honestly, you’re at a loss. What happened at Sabaody during Kuma’s attack was so sudden you couldn’t even process it properly in your head.

You pointed your fingers at Kid, “And this motherfucker has been a pain in my ass ever since I ended up here. For all I know, you’re probably working with the World Government and were assigned to dispose of me!” you said, gritting your teeth.

Kid wasn’t happy and got mad when you associated them with the WG. “Don’t you dare relate us with those trash! WE! Don’t work for anyone!” he points at you too. “You are the one who sneaked in on MY ship!”

“How many times should I tell you that I DID NOT SNEAK IN TO YOUR SHIP!!! I got sent here!!!” you wailed. Your chest is heaving in anger, and your face is all red. “This conversation is over. You’re NOT my captain, and this is NOT my crew. I will leave this goddamn ship, and you can’t stop, won’t stop me.” you firmly said. Retreating to the exit, you heard Kid say, “You think I can’t, huh?” but you didn’t answer. 

The next thing you know, you were thrown on the other side of the kitchen. Tables falling and plates breaking. You didn’t expect what Kid did, so you couldn’t brace yourself from impact, your head hitting the wall. Head throbbing with sharp pain from the same area where you had your wound, and it looks like the wound got reopened. Before you can even stand, Kid is already in front of you and kicks you hard twice in the stomach, causing you to cough blood. He then grabs you by the hair to lift you before punching you in the face and throwing you again.

“Kid, that’s enough.” Killer tried to stop him, but Kid was so invested in lashing out at you that he ignored him. He’s determined to show you he’s the authority on this ship, and no one can tell him otherwise. 

Kid only stop when you’re half-dead. You’re lying on the floor in a fetal position, sporting bruises and cuts while still coughing up blood. But even in that state, you taunt him, “Is that it? *coughing* I was expecting something more, really.”

Kid just cockily smiled at you. Crouching down, he grabbed you by the neck. “You’re really amusing. I like your spunk.” 

You countered back, “And I fucking hate you, you Oni (demon).” Kid burst into laughter, surprising everyone.

“Shouldn’t you be thankful? This ‘Oni’ spared your life.” he jeered at you. 

“I'd rather you didn’t.” Kid just chuckled.

“Only weak people succumb to death, and you’re not weak like how you pretend to be, and we both know that.” Kid said, meeting your gaze. “You have the skills and the guts. I’m not stupid enough to waste you and let you rot. Though, I extremely enjoyed what I did to you.” he grinned.

“Now, listen and listen well.” he inches his face closer to you, and you can practically feel his breath. “You can’t change the fact that you’re at MY mercy, and you OWE ME your life. You said it yourself: you don’t even know where your crew is, so I’m not letting you go. I’ll make use of you and that guts of yours.”

You felt a lump in your throat, fighting back the tears. As much as you’d like to fight back, you’re already too exhausted just even to sit. Dropping your guard because of the mixed emotions you felt earlier was a mistake. It gave Kid the time to pound on you continuously, not allowing you time to breathe.

“Join my crew.” You got speechless, mouth agape, and Kid was so dead serious.

It took you a full minute to process what he just said. ‘Me? Join his crew?’ “That was the most fucked up thing I ever heard.” you can’t help but blurt out your thoughts.

“I’m not asking you.” he lets go. “I’m telling you. You’re joining my crew.” then he smirked. Disharmony echoed throughout the room. Some crewmates were in opposition, and some were rather overjoyed. Kid looked back at Killer, “No complaints, right?”

Killer shrugged, “You're the captain.”

But since you’re a brat, you still tried to get out of the situation Kid put you in. “Why ask Killer and not me when I’m the one being forced into this?!” trying your best to prop yourself up but to no avail. “‘cause your opinion doesn't matter here,” says Kid, continuing out the door with Killer, Heat, and Wire following.

Some of the crew approached you to help you up, but before Kid disappeared outside, he told everyone to leave you alone and let you tend to yourself because ‘you’re not that weak.’

Part Two...