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Magpie Games is excited to bring you Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game, the officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game set in the world you know from Sunless Sea,Sunless Skies, Mask of the Rose and the original Fallen London browser game from Failbetter Games! With over a decade of roleplaying design and publishing expertise, Magpie Games has created an innovative system that brings the Neath to life in a tabletop roleplaying game.

Fallen London: The RPG includes setting information seeded with plot hooks for your game, numerous character types representing the variety of Londoners fans love from the browser and video games, a full set of conflicts and dynamic systems for departing on ventures across London, a sample venture to get you started on your journey, and much more. Delve into the Neath like never before in an immersive roleplaying experience that gives you the chance to change all of London…though the cost might be far greater than you ever imagined.

London, 1899. Forty years ago, the city fell into a vast cavern beneath the Earth. Now Hell is close, immortality is cheap, and the Traitor Empress Victoria still reigns.

Devils and betentacled people walk the streets. The cloaked and mysterious Masters control the city’s commerce from a towering building covered in words of fire. Death, for most, has become more of an inconvenience than a finality. All the old rules that once bound the world have become flexible.

That’s an opportunity for someone like you. You crave something more than most think is possible. If it’s fame, then you want your name to live in the mind of everyone in London, forever. If it’s power, then you want the world itself to bend to your will. You want to destroy Death itself, or open the gates to the abode of the stars, or to restore London back to the surface. You want something so far out of reach, you have to change the rules or break them entirely just to have a chance at getting it.

You’re not going to be able to do all of that on your own. So you found others to share in your ambition. Together, you might be able to do the impossible. You might be able to fill the burning holes inside of you. Even if you have to burn everything else to do it.

Your concern is assembled and you are ready to act. What will become of London now? Time to find out.

The setting of Fallen London is rich and well-developed, with countless stories hiding in its deepest corners. Here’s a rundown of what you need to know:

Victorian London is now located in a gigantic cavern, overarchingly called the Neath. To the east, the docks now lie on a brackish subterranean sea known as the Unterzee. There are other places and nations throughout the Neath – the seventy-seven kingdoms of the Presbyterate on the Elder Continent far to the south; the maritime state of the Khanate over the Zee; and to the west, Hell itself. Suffice to say, London is not alone.

There are many inconsistencies in the basic laws of reality in the Neath. Time and causality don’t always operate as expected, and geography can change without warning. The most well-known of these changes is to do with mortality: Death is no longer permanent for most humans. If they die, they will return to life after some time.

Many, many different kinds of people have become common in London. Rubbery Men with tentacled bodies and squid-shaped heads; Rattus Faber, intelligent and mechanically proficient rodents; Clay Men, folk of living stoneware; and even Devils, pleasantly engaging in the commerce of souls.

The city still maintains many of the old apparatuses of government, including Parliament, the Constables, and the Ministry of Public Decency. In truth, however, London is ruled by the Masters of the Bazaar – large hooded figures, each of whom claims domain over a different aspect of trade. All commerce must pass through the Bazaar now, and therefore is only legal under the auspices of the Masters.

London is sometimes called the Fifth City, even by those who don’t really know why. There was something in the Neath when London fell upon it – the Fourth City – and if London is the Fifth City…could a Sixth still be coming?

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game is a brand new way to experience the setting of Fallen London. Create your own characters and play together, telling your own inventive stories of London in the Neath! The tabletop roleplaying game supports approximately 3-6 players, with one taking on the role of a gamemaster responsible for portraying the world and adjudicating the rules, and the rest taking on the role of their own individual character. The game is designed for ongoing stories, as the characters pursue their goals and face the consequences of their choices.

In the TTRPG, each player creates their own character, together assembling a concern – a single group devoted to a grand ambition. Grand ambitions are the giant overarching goals of the concern, the kind of goal that no one of them could ever achieve entirely on their own. But while grand ambitions are grand, they are rarely good; the members of a concern are obsessed with achieving their ambitions for their own reasons. They might be trying to create a permanent door into the world of dreams, or they might be trying to travel to some hypothetical future. They might be trying to unseat the Masters, or they might be trying to become Masters themselves. Whatever they hope to achieve, it is a grand, difficult task, and they won’t be able to get there on their own.

The characters of a concern don’t have to be particularly friendly with one another; in point of fact, they often wind up as rivals with significant disagreements between them. But they all agree that the grand ambition of the concern is worth sacrificing nearly anything to achieve, and to that end they agree to work together.

They also have help from another source – the principal of the concern. This is a figure of some importance, a character with power and resources capable of supporting the concern in their pursuit of their grand ambition. The principal is a non-player character – an NPC – with the largest share of ownership in the concern. They don’t participate in the day-to-day operations of the concern, seeing as they’re far too busy for that. They might show up to make some demands at inopportune moments. But the other members of the concern need the principal. They need the principal’s money, or influence, or reputation, or knowledge…otherwise, they don’t stand much of a chance.

A concern can be anything from an artists’ collective to a Surface – goods importation consortium to a gang of scoundrels and thieves. So long as the group is all committed to the grand ambition for their own reasons, and they have their principal, then they have everything they need to take on the Neath.

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game allows the concern to make its own choices about how to pursue its grand ambition. In particular, a concern always has a pool of opportunities and leads to work with. Opportunities represent clear, certain ways to get something the concern wants. An Infernal Smuggler is willing to sell the players a map of the old sewer tunnels buried beneath Spite – if the players will part with a crate of high-quality souls for the privilege. That’s an opportunity; the Smuggler isn’t lying about the offer! Give them the souls, and they will sell!

Leads represent facts about the world that the concern can capitalise on for resources and advantages… especially to fulfill their opportunities. Knowing that there’s a valuable shipment of jarred souls Hellbound from London might be a perfect lead to get the supply the concern needs for the merchant!

The concern as a whole debates and discusses what it wants to do, ultimately combining an opportunity and a lead to go forth on a venture – an attempt to capitalise on the lead, and to fulfill the opportunity! When the concern hatches their plan to raid the soul shipment and sell the stolen souls to the merchant for the map, they’re undertaking a venture, and now they have to deal with all the troubles of their intended thievery!

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game keeps the supply of leads and opportunities churning to ensure players always have lots of different options and ways to pursue their goals, while also reflecting how London isn’t static; if they take too long, some opportunities and leads will fall away!

Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game uses the Ædana System, a new game system built upon many lessons the team at Magpie Games have learned over the past decade of game design. Ædana is built for flexibility, with a simple central dice mechanism alongside more complex and intricate conflict systems to flesh out exciting moments.

You can read a lot more about the specifics of the system and how to run it in our Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart, here!

At heart, Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game uses challenge rolls to resolve moments of uncertainty and tension. A challenge roll has a player pick up a bunch of six-sided dice:

Dice for an appropriate attribute, usually between 0 and 4

A skill die, if you have a Trained or better applicable skill

A die for an asset (resources or equipment), if you have something useful to the situation

A die for good circumstances that give you an advantage

Here’s an example of what assembling a challenge roll looks like:

Flossie, a PC and a revolutionary proponent of rattish rights, is due to give a speech at an assembly for the advancement of rattus faber interests in London. She’s hoping to unite the crowd and draw them together…in part, to act as a distraction that keeps the constables’ attention away from their Concord Square headquarters, so the other members of Flossie’s concern can sneak in!

For the speech, Flossie’s player, Francis, turns to Flossie’s Persuasive attribute – just a 1, so Francis only takes 1 die. Then, she looks to Flossie’s skills. Expression is the skill for rallying and affecting large groups of people through art or speech, and fortunately Flossie’s Expression is Trained, giving her one more die. The situation is notably tilted in his favor; Flossie and her concern put in a lot of work to get all these rats to show up for a speech, and though the crowd is small in stature, they are predisposed to raucous behavior. The GM tells Francis that Flossie has favorable circumstances, and so Francis takes a third die. Flossie’s not really using any particular resource or piece of equipment to give her a leg up right now, though, so she doesn’t receive an extra die for that.

Francis picks up the pool of three dice and rolls!

On any challenge roll, you’re looking for 5’s and 6’s, called hits.

No hits, and you get a defeat: The GM says what happens, and it won’t be good.

One hit, and you get an unstable result: you can make it a success, but only if you pay a cost or face a complication. Otherwise, it's a defeat.

Two hits, and you get a success: you get what you wanted in full!

Three or more hits, and you get a triumphant success: you get what you wanted and then some!

There’s more to explore in terms of the different advantages skills can give you, different kinds of resources and equipment you can pull from, and special abilities you might have that give you some edge…but on the whole, that’s it!

Well, except for one little piece of your Fallen London PCs…

Every PC in Fallen London is obsessed with at least one thing: the grand ambition of the concern. But most of them have a few more obsessions that drive them to act, even when they shouldn’t. During play, your obsessions can help give you a boost when the dice don’t go your way, giving you a chance to turn a defeat into a success when you overcommit…but at the risk of worsening your obsession, deepening it further. If your obsession grows too big, then that’s it: your PC becomes unmoored, unconnected to their life and the people around them, consumed by their need. They become an NPC, and a dangerous one at that.

You can read more about obsessions in the Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

The Ædana System uses conflicts to expand particularly intense moments of uncertainty. Conflicts play out a bit like minigames, with their own procedures designed to reflect the particulars of that scene. The quickstart includes conflicts for Investigation and Chases, but the core game will have many more conflicts!

Conflicts are designed to give game groups new options for surprising play, without making demands. Any moment that a conflict comes up could probably be resolved by a few simple challenge rolls instead! But a conflict really focuses and creates tension while producing surprising and deep results. A conflict can take your narrative in a direction you’d never expected!

Be sure to check out the conflicts in the Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

When you sit down to start playing Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game, first you fill in some details of your concern as a group. You pick what you want your grand ambition to be, and the kind of concern you want to play, as well as your principal. Every PC has to be obsessed with the grand ambition, and they all have to be members of the concern, so it helps to know those pieces at the start!

Then, you go to work creating your PCs based on that starting information. Each PC is built by picking one option from six different categories:

Nature: What kind of person are you? A human? A Rattus Faber? A Rubbery Man?

Origin: What part of London or its environs do you hail from? Veilgarden? Spite? A tomb colony like Venderbight?

Profession: What skillset do you ply for your well-being? Are you a poet? An artisan? A detective? A killer? A mushroom tender?

Disposition: What is your approach to the world around you? Are you jovial? Cynical? Intense? Generous? Reserved?

Association: With whom do you spend your time? Bohemians? The Constabulary? Urchins? A criminal sort?

Twist: What in particular makes you stand out? Do you have an inappropriate pet? Have you lost your memories? Is there a tattoo in a certain fiery language inked upon your body?

Each option changes your character a bit. Perhaps it gives you some skills; perhaps you gain some resources or equipment; perhaps it provides an ability or a trait that tweak the rules for you. After you’ve made your choices, you have your own unique Londoner, ready to venture forth!

Character Attributes

Skills

There are 12 base skills, ranging from Coercion to get your way through intimidation and force, to Expression to produce works of art or give speeches, to Occlusion for hiding your person and your intentions, to Scrutiny for closely examining things you can get your hands on. You can find more about the skills in the Fallen London: The Roleplaying Game quickstart!

Menaces

As PCs suffer consequences, their Menaces rise. When a Menace rises too high, they’re going to have to face some serious trouble, likely forcing the concern to stop acting for a while and costing them opportunities and leads!

The menaces include:

Nightmares: the growing strain upon the mind

Scandal: the growing judgment of wider society

Suspicion: the growing attention and mistrust of the law

Wounds: the growing pain and damage upon the body

Obsessions

Every PC has a few obsessions with a rating between 1 and 8. The higher the rating, the more dice the obsession can provide when the PC gives into it…but if an obsession reaches 8, then the PC loses touch with themself and becomes a threat!

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takamimami · 6 months ago

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Heya!! First of all, congratulations on 100 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉 Been reading your stories since day one!! Id love to request some fluff for Kid, “Sweet of you to think of me.” “I always think of you.” with f reader please

Hiya, anon!! Ty for the kind words, for the continued support, and tysm for submitting a prompt <3! I hope you enjoy this Kidd fluff I've prepared for you :3

Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - “Sweet of you to think of me.” “I always think of you.” - STORY UNDER THE CUT CW: FLUFF; reader is pms-ing, period woes, kidd is a sweetie pie and gladly acts as your punching bag for your mood swings, gentle kidd will be the death of me ---word count 1.3k

You were sitting at the bow of the Victoria Punk, leaning against the railing underneath the open mouth of the ship’s figurehead as you flipped through the pages of the book you’d been meaning to finish for far too long. The crew had docked late last night, and almost everyone had headed into the port village when they woke this morning. You, however, offered to stay and watch the ship - not wanting to trek through unfamiliar territory with period cramps.

You groaned and rubbed at your stomach, the stabbing pains only intensifying as the day went on. At one point you hobbled your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, and you were surprised to see your captain, and lover, rummaging through the cabinets in search of something to snack on.

He greets you with a grunt, barely sparing you a glance as you walk past him and turn on the stove to heat up some water. The two of you stand in comfortable silence until a particularly aggressive cramp has you gripping the edge of the counter and groaning slightly.

Kidd flicks an eyebrow up at you, noting the movement and sound, but not saying anything. You thought maybe he didn’t notice you, so you grab the tea from the cupboard and turn to walk away, holding your arm over your abdomen as you go to walk past him and back out the door.

Kidd’s arm extends in front of you, stopping you and nearly spilling the hot water in your tea cup, to which you glare up at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, face stoic as he takes in your clammy skin and wrinkled forehead.

“You mean besides the fact that you just almost made me burn myself?” you sneer at him, pushing past his arm and continuing back out onto the deck. You thought for a second he might follow you and demand you answer him, but he remains in the kitchen - and you’re not sure if you’re relieved or irritated by his lack of pursuit.

You return to your previous spot and curl back up under the figurehead, flipping back into the pages of your books and trying to push Kidd from your mind. The sun peaks and begins to set in the distance by the time you stand again, the rest of your crew starting to filter back onto the ship just as darkness settles in.

Their rowdiness usually doesn’t bother you, but with your heightened irritability, you rise from your spot and slip below deck before anyone can notice your absence. You saunter down the hall and enter your and Kidd’s shared quarters, setting the book down on the end table before curling up under the thick blanket and tucking your knees to your chest, groaning as you struggle to fall asleep.

The next morning you awake to an empty bed, irritation immediately settling in as you realize that there was no sign of Kidd even coming to bed last night.

Had he been upset at you for snapping at him? You knew your tongue could be extra sharp during your period, so maybe you had upset him more than you realized. Your previous irritation from the day before had dissolved, replaced by a feeling of vulnerability as you tugged the blanket tighter to you, missing the warmth of your lover as you lay in the bed and tried not to get emotional.

You finally forced yourself out of bed when your stomach growled loud enough to echo through the room, realizing you hadn’t eaten much the prior day and it was already mid-day as you stepped out onto the bright deck. A few of your crewmates offered you sympathetic smiles and you ran your fingers through your hair, realizing you probably looked worse for wear as you pushed open the kitchen doors.

The smell of the food Killer was cooking wafted towards you, filling your nostrils and making your stomach grumble in response. Killer hears the sound and turns to glance at you, giving you a look over before chuckling lightly to himself.

“You look like shit,” he teases, to which you flip him your middle finger and pull up a stool to the counter space near him, leaning your elbow on the counter as you watch him sprinkle some cheese over the pasta he had prepared.

“Have you seen our captain?” You inquire, your mouth nearly salivating as Killer plates a bit of the food for you and slides the plate in your direction. He plates two more dishes and turns to you, and you swear you can see him crack a knowing smile behind his mask.

“Last I heard from him he had been in his workshop all night,” he says, keeping his response short as he gathers the plate and heads towards the door. “He asked me to make you and him some food, and said he’d be done with whatever he was working on by the time you woke up.”

“He asked you to make me food?” you counter, confusion laced in your tone. Killer just nods and walks back out onto the deck, and you turn back to the plate of food as you grab for the fork next to it and take a bite. You finish the food embarrassingly fast, your confusion still gnawing at your mind as you wash the dishes and head toward Kidd’s workshop.

As you reach for the handle of the door it swings open, Kidd’s wrist held in the air as he sits on his workbench, eyeing you from across the room with a smirk on his face.

“Good morning, grumpy,” he croons as you enter the room, flicking his wrist again to shut the door behind you. You stick your tongue out at him and cross the room, eyeing him wearily as you inspect him and the room around him.

“You’re chipper,” you muse, his arm reaching out to pull you into his lap as he nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering it a few with light kisses before pulling away and looking at you.

“Did you eat?” he questions, his finger tracing gentle circles in your back as you nod. He gives you an approving hum before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and your brows must have still been furrowed from the surprise at his pleasant mood because he lets out a laugh as his eyes meet yours again.

“Just because you were pissy yesterday doesn’t mean I have to be,” he says teasingly, reaching around to grab the thick belt that lay on the workbench behind him. “I made you something that might help with that, though.”

Your brow remains furrowed as you stare at the contraption in his hands, raising your arms as he leans you back so he can wrap it around your waist. He fastens it and adjusts it so it's sitting across the very bottom of your abdomen, the protrusions pressing into your skin as he tightens the band. Then with a press of a button, the protrusions begin to rotate, massaging the skin under them gently as the band begins to heat up, and you let out a satisfied hum at the relieving feeling it begins to offer.

“How does that feel?” he says softly, eyes softening as he sees the relief washing over your features.

“So nice,” you purr, and he smiles triumphantly as he tightens his arm back around your waist. Your heart swells at the way he gazes back at you, that familiar glint in his amber orbs peaking out at you as your smile widens.

“I know sometimes your back hurts too, so you can wear it the other way and it will massage your back too. The temperature is adjustable,” he murmurs, taking your hand and placing it over the buttons on the sides to show you how to operate it.

“Thank you, Kidd,” you croon, pulling his goggles off his head and running your fingers through his tousled hair. “It was very sweet of you to think of me, ya big softy.”

He chuckles as he nuzzles his face back into your neck, holding you tightly as your fingers continue to play with his hair. “I’m always thinking of you, angel.”

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glassartpeasants · 1 year ago

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Run Rabbit Run .10

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Death, blood mentions, physical abuse, violence, implied non-con, slight non-con, not edited for shit cause it took too long to type in general

A/N: This part is all in the eyes of Kidd so enjoy. I'm so happy for this shit to be finally published cause it took me too fucking long to do. Also working on new writing styles cause i need to be a perfectionist

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“Look at them run! This is gonna be a fun island to ransack.”

“We should find the mayor and ask him where he keeps the town's treasury.”

“Good thinking, Killer.”

Even with the conversation so short, it spoke volumes as the Victoria Punk docks on the island. The beautiful blue skies shone down on the new and upcoming worst-generation supernova. With only a few months under his belt, his name was still feared throughout the south blue. His bounty getting higher and higher with every new poster.

He has yet to lose to any marine or pirate ship. Every battle he wins only makes him all the more feared, and his crew is just as terrifying as himself. Being known for his bloodthirsty ways, people would usually give him their prized possessions just to make sure they stayed clear of his wraith. But even then, sometimes, it wasn’t enough.

“This island is smaller than I thought, but it’s still mostly populated. More people, more treasure.”

“I haven’t seen any marines since we’ve docked, no boats or anything. Do you think this island isn’t under the eye of the world government?”

“Don’t matter to me. If marines try to stop me, I’ll just crush them.” The sinister chuckle that left the man’s lips made even the strongest marine tremble. Now, with a rushing set of footsteps coming towards him, Kidd continues to smirk.

A man about his own age was running full speed at him. A look of rage crossed his features as he clutched a knife tightly in his hands. Compared to himself, the man was nothing more than a twig. No muscle or anything to back him up with the fight he was looking for.

“Oh, this outta be fun.”

“Damn pirates! Leave our island alone!” The man lifts his arm to strike the notorious captain, only to be stopped by a suffocating grip. Without a second thought, Kidd’s hand gripped the scrawny man’s neck as he lifted him up. The man drops the knife to try and pry off the hand, squeezing his throat.

“How pathetic! A string bean like you thinks he can tell me what to do?” Kidd squeezes the man's throat harder and lifts him so they're eye to eye.

“News flash, I don’t like when people tell me what to do. I’ll show you what happens to people who do.” Clawing at Kidd’s hand, the man begins to see black in his vision as he starts to gasp.

“Please let my son go! He’s the only family I have!” An old man shows up hobbling fast towards Kidd and his crew. A cane in his left hand as he struggles to stay up.

“I don’t feel like it. Little fucker thinks he can try to attack me. Yet he didn’t even land a hit like the pathetic little thing he is.” Kidd laughs at the old man’s worried expression.

“I’ll do anything! Just please let my son go!” The old man gets on his hands and knees, begging the ruthless pirate for mercy.

“Bring me your mayor, and I’ll think about it.”

“I am the mayor! I promise, Captain Kidd, as I have the key to City Hall and everything!” The old man pulls out a key from his pants and lifts it towards Kidd.

“Well, would you look at that? How convenient. I didn’t even have to waste time searching.” Using his devil fruit powers, Kidd gravitates the key to his open hand. Looking at the key in his hand, he looks to his friend.

“What ya think, Killer? Should I let the small fry go?”

“Might as well. We have the mayor right here.”

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. Now scram before I change my mind.” The man is dropped with a thud. Holding his throat, he coughs harshly, with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Air finally returns to his lungs.

“Run home, son. Everything will be fine! Just go home.”

“But father-”

“Go home!” Despite his pleas, the scrawny man follows his father's orders. His throat bruised as he struggles to walk. His head spinning as the lack of oxygen has taken its toll. A crippling fear plagues the son as he walks home with unstable legs. The safety of his father was all he could think about.

“Now that that little nuisance is out of the way, we can finally get what we came here for.” Turning his attention to the old man, Kidd looks down at him.

“You either give us all the treasure this town has in its treasury, or I go back and break your son's scrawny little neck.” The mayor looks in horror at the man before him.

“I can’t! We’ve been saving it to build a marine base on the island! It’s taken us years to save up that money!” Kidd only laughs in the old man’s face.

“Too bad, old man! Now, you either give us all the treasure this shit town has to offer, or you’ll see its ashes fall from the sky!”

“But! The people need that for-” Not letting the old man finish, Kidd kicked him backwards. His fragile body hits the ground and is knocked out cold.

“Wrong answer, old fool! Burn it down and take everything! Leave no stone unturned!” Kidd watched his crew scatter before starting to break into businesses, houses, and other structures. Glass shattering, and the newfound screams sounded like music to his ears.

“Heat!” Calling out to his crew, he watches the bluenette approach him.

“Yeah Captain?”

“I want you to go kill that brat while burning down buildings.”

“Sounds good.”

Turning around laughing, Kidd’s amber eyes catch the glance of a woman hiding behind a building. Her face full of fear as she shook in her place. From where she stood, Kidd could see the way the light shone down on her. It gave her an almost angelic glow. For some reason, it ignited something inside him. Something that told him to ruin her. To rip off that halo and wings while he fucked her down to the second circle of hell. The image made him laugh as he began to move in her direction. Himmoving in the woman’s direction caused her to finally flee.

“Cat and mouse, aye?” Kidd snickers as he beckons the woman back; any metal she was wearing would drag her right back to him. He watches her stop in her tracks before being pulled back to him at full speed. Her shrieks of terror cause him to lick his lips.

The woman’s back collided with Kidd’s chest as he grabbed her wirst in an iron grip.

“Where do you think you're going?” The woman looked up at him, and he smiled at her. He watched her tremble in place.

“Y-Your Eustass Kidd…”

“Damn right. What? You afraid?” The way she uttered his name made the fire inside him only burn brighter. A delicate little thing like her screaming out his name as he left bruises on her skin had his mind running with wild thoughts.

“Please! Just let me go! I’ll give you all the money I have. Just please let me go!” He watched in amusement as the woman tried to twist and turn out of his grip. The hope dying in her eyes felt like an addictive drug. While taking in the woman's fear, he noticed a ring adorning her finger and a metal circle on your left wrist.

“Now, why would I let something I caught fair and square go?” Finally pulling her left arm closer to his view, he finds that the circle of metal adorning her wrist was, in fact, supposed to be a bracelet. A very shitty stainless steel bracelet that he could have easily made with his eyes closed.

“Your shitty stainless steel bracelet betrayed you, princess.” The nickname fell off his tongue so smoothly that it was almost like honey. He could feel his heart quicken at the little nickname that he decided there and then.

“My fiance worked hard to make it for me!”

“Don’t make me laugh! This is the shittest piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen!” How horribly it was made felt like an insult to him. He swore a baby could make one better. Using his power, Kidd manages to contort the ugly bracelet off the woman's wrist. He brought it closer to his face just to look at it once more, and that’s when he saw the flaw in the metal. He sees the woman reach for it but simply lifts it up out of her reach to inspect it more.

“Give it back!”

“It’s ain’t even pure stainless steel. Pathetic. Not even detailed, just a circle of metal." Using his devil fruit, he crushes the bracelet into the form of a ball. Small enough to be a bullet.

“Repel.” A laugh escapes him as he watches the small ball shoot into a store window. It shatters the entire thing and breaks something inside. Now, turning back to the woman, he smirks.

“Now, c’mon. You’re coming with me.” The woman's nails dig into Kidd’s hand. Her desperate attempt at freedom only made his lust for her grow.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, princess. I’m not a very patient person.” The woman's mouth opens to say something, but a loud voice pulls his attention away.

“(Y/N)! Get your hands off of her, you filithy pirate!” So that was your name? It felt fitting for a little thing like yourself. A lovely little princess like you with such an angelic name.

Looking at the person in front of him, he sees a ring adorning their left hand. It added up to the fact that this must be your fiance. AN annoyed look plastered on Kidd’s face as he realized that what should have been a quick thing was now actually gonna be a pain in his ass. Looking the fiance up and down, Kidd knew that they stood no chance against him. A single punch could take them down, no doubt.

“Is this your pathetic fiance? Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got to take this treasure I found back to the ship.”

“(Y/N)’s not going anywhere with you! Let her go pirate!” Rage filled Kidd as another small fry thinks they can tell him what to do.

“Run (....)! He’s going to kill you!” Kidd let go of your wrist for a second, only to wrap his arm around your torso. He pulled you close to his chest as he trapped your arms to your sides with his strong grip. While he’d love to turn your pathetic fiance into a bloody puddle, he just couldn’t wait to bring you back to the Victoria Punk for safekeeping.

“Killer!” Not even seconds pass before his best friend shows up next to him.

“Yeah, Kidd?”

“I need you to kill them. Little shit thinks they can tell me what I can and can’t do.” He watches his buddy look down at the horrified woman in his arms.

“Who’s she?”

“My new plaything, cutie, ain’t she?” Kidd laughs as he holds onto you tighter. Your smell was intoxicating with how close you were to him.

“No! Leave them alone!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Kidd turns around just in time so you don’t see Killer murdering your fiance. But the screams could still be heard. He looks down and sees tears slipping down your cheeks as you weep in his grasp. The pathetic fiance felt like a worthless thing to cry about, in his personal opinion. But seeing your tears had his pants growing tighter.

“What a pretty sight, don’t you think?” The look of horror on your face as you watched your town burn to the ground made Kidd feel like we were on cloud nine. He just knew that the little angel he plucked from gods hand would surely be a fuck to experience.

~~~

“Oi Kidd.”

“What is it Killer?” Watching his friend approach him, Kidd simply took a hard drink of the alcohol in his hand. His eyes scanned the bar as he watched multiple women look at him with less-than-holy intentions.

“Do you want me to go unlock that chick on the ship now? She’s been on the ship since we took her from that island a week ago? Plus, you're at the bar getting plastered and beckoning other women over.”

“Nah. Keep her there a little longer. Plus, where would she go? It’s not like she has a home to go back to. I could honestly keep her as long as I want!” Laughing, Kidd took another swing of his drink. Having a personal fleshlight aboard the ship at all times was an opportunity only a fool would pass up.

“If you say so.”

“Come get a drink, Killer! Unwind and enjoy the lack of Marines!” Chugging down the alcohol, Kidd slammed down the empty glass on the table. His eye scanned the room, and despite the multiple women that occupied the bar, none gave him that rush that you did when he first saw you. While there were women who looked at him with lust, the fear that was in your eyes made more of an impact on his sexual desires.

Sure, he’s taken women to the Victoria Punk, but they're always gone before sunrise. No woman he’s brought to bed has ever spent a full day on the ship. Until you came along. You’ve spent a full week under the deck of the Victoria with only him and Killer knowing. And it’ll stay that way if he could help it. Having a secret little place to relieve his stress and get his fill sounded perfect for when he was stuck on the seas without a bar to be seen.

A little wingless angel stuck in the dark.

~~~

Stumbling along the hallways, Kidd can’t help but chuckle as he makes his way to your room. He’s been drinking till the early before a sudden lust flooded his body. The image of you laying beneath him was too stong to ignore. He wanted to hear your cries and moans. Wanted to feel your nails dig into his skin and cause him too bleed.

When he opened the door that kept you locked away, he saw you sleeping peacefully. Your face content as you lay on the tattered blankets that used to hold prisioners. The light giving him just enough to walk towards a crate to light up a lantern. Once he closed and locked the door again, the lantern was now the only sorce of light.

He stumbled over to where your head lay before sitting down. The vibrations caused you to stir, yet you refused to awaken fully. It caused a scowl to appear on Kidd’s painted lips before he tugged on a strand of your hair. The shock of your hair being tugged made your hand go to soothe the throb that followed suit.

Rubbing your eyes, you look up.”Kidd? W-Why are you here? It’s late.” Your confusion was clear in your voice, but Kidd paid no mind.

“Mmm…gonna fuck ya. Wanna hear my princess cry out my name.” Slurring his speech, Kidd laughs as he grabs your wrist and drags you up to him. The chain attached to your ankle rattled as he had you face to face.

The fear that still swirled in your eyes got him drunker than any alcohol could ever do. Your soft skin against his rough, calloused hands felt as if he were touching something sacred.

Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a kiss. He could feel you try to pull away, but you were no match for his strength, and he loved that. How weak you were compared to him had his already hard cock throbbing. You were the defenseless little princess who relied on him for everything.

The kiss only got deeper as he spurred himself on in his head. He pushed his tongue past your lips and groaned when he felt your own. Your taste was sweet as he explored your mouth. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always felt just as electric as it did the day he first kissed you. Your lips are so soft as they smudged his lipstick with how harshly he was kissing you.

Wrapping his hands around your wrists, he slammed you down on the ground before climbing on top of your body. His lips were still locked with yours as your scent overwhelmed him. It sent a fire hot sensation in his abdomen as he started to press closer to you.

Bringing both wrists above his head, he holds them both with one hand. With his other hand now free, he runs his fingertips underneath your shirt. He feels you shiver against his touch, and it causes one to go down his own spine.

Pulling his lips away from yours, a thick strand of saliva connected his mouth to yours. Hearing you gasp and pant for breath makes him slightly grip your wrists harder as he stares down at you. Your lips were swollen from his harsh kiss and sporting the lipstick that once adorned his own lips.

“K-Kidd, you're drunk. Perhaps you should just sleep. You don’t want a hangover, do you?” The nervousness and pleas that slipped past your lips went unheard by him. All he could see was his princess lying under him. Even though you tried to squirm and wiggle away, all Kidd felt was you rubbing against him.

“Fuck.” Kidd whispers under his breath as he begins to rub his clothed cock against you. His face is right above yours as he feels your breath fanning against his face. Through his lidded eyes, Kidd can see your eyes are closed, and you're biting your bottom lip.

Moving both your wrists to one hand, Kidd uses his free one to grab your chin. “Fucking look at me. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” Kidd can feel his heart double in speed when he’s met with your eyes staring at him intensely yet glassy.

Kidd groans out before licking his lips. Letting go of your chin, Kidd reaches down to unbuckle his pants. His eyes still strained on you and he can’t help but notice all the bites and bruises he’s adorned on your body since you’ve been here. It only makes Kidd’s need for you higher.

“What if we do this tomorrow?” Your words break through Kidd’s lust-clouded mind. ”You won’t even remember this since you're drunk, right? We can do it tomorrow!” Beads of sweat dropped from your forehead as you talked to Kidd. Obviously hoping that he might fall for the bait.

Kidd’s eyes stare at you before letting out a yawn. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before getting up and moving away from your body. Only to grab it seconds later and drag you to lay on the tattered blankets. He fell on top of you, making you let out an ‘oof’.

The warmth your body excluded made made Kidd’s eyes grow heavy as he let out another yawn. Placing his head onto of your breasts, he allowed his drunken self just an hour or two to sleep before going back into his own quarters. No harm in a measly two hours.

~~~

The sky filled with smoke as Kidd angrily desetroyed anything he deemed mocked him. Living or not, his anger was his own fault as ahe had no one to blame but himself. Ever since that drunken night he slept by your side, he’s never been able to sleep normally again.

Before he used to sleep all throughout the night but now. He’d wake up every two hours reaching out for someoen that wasn’t there. He’s never slept with someone all night. Or at all. But now that he’s gotten a taste of what it felt like to sleep next to someone, it wans’t something his body could sleep without. And it pissed him off.

Sure, he loved fucking you whenever he wanted, but now, it’s like he can’t go even an hour without thinking about you. Working in his workshop became a pain in the ass as he could be working on his crew’s weapons only to see your eyes staring at him in his imagination. How blown over they are when he fucks you or how you looked at him when he even enters a room.

He couldn’t even sleep with other women anymore cause his mind kept going to you! All there was was you. It pissed him off to the point he didn’t bother seeking you out of your company for a week and counting. A small part of him begged to go below deck to see the angel he stole from god. Yet the other him spoke curses on how you’ve affected him. It felt as if his head was splitting from the battle going on inside him.

“You're scowling more than usual. What’s wrong?” His friend's voice broke through his thoughts as he stood next to him.

Running a hand through his hair, Kidd hisses. “It’s not something you can help with, so buzz off.”

“Is it about that girl below deck?”

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah her?”

“No.”

“Liar.” Snapping his head towards the masked man, Kidd glared at him.

“Something obviously happened, so stop trying to act like nothing did.” Killer crossed his arms as he looked at his stubborn friend.

“She’s invading my mind like a damn disease! Can’t even go an hour without her popping up in my mind! Not to mention, I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a month!”

“Can’t even fuck another whore without imagining it’s her! It’s pissing me off! Is this some sort of devil fruit?!” A snort comes from behind Killer’s mask, making Kidd madder.

“Jesus christ, your so stupid.”

“I’m not fucking stupid! If you know what's wrong with me, then spit it out!”

“It’s called falling in love, you idiot.”

Kidd’s eyes widened as he felt his heart stop. “No shot! That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard! I’m not falling in love.”

“Oh really? Well then, let her go, it’s been six months-”

“-No.”

“You're not in love with her, but you refuse to let her go?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Kidd. Whatever you say.”

~~~

Bursting open the door, Kidd stomps through his room. His rage fills the small space as his heart beats harshly. Once again, a marine ship ruined his supply trip to an island. While normally he wouldn’t care and go on and fight, Killer advised against it. Kidd had a good amount of sake a few hours earlier and wouldn’t be on his A game if they took charge.

While Killer was right, Kidd was still upset that he wouldn’t be able to get supplies for his crew for another day till they reached the next island. His crew had to go hungry for a day simply because of some annoying marines.

“God fucking damnit! Those fucking marines keep getting in my way!” Kidd’s eyes scan the room as he tries to find something to throw. When his eyes landed on a metal butterfly he made for you, he grabbed it off the dresser in a quick movement.

“Fuck!” Throwing it as hard as he could, he aimed for the bedroom door, which was already covered in marks from the other times he'd thrown knives at the door. The sound of a sucked-in breath makes him snap his head in your direction.

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” He watches you scoot away from him, and it only fuels his drunken rage. Who did you think you were to run away from him? To look at him with that face? Do you think it's funny when shit doesn't go his way?

His anger only heightened even more as he wrapped his hand around your foot. Digging his nails into your skin as he pulled you from him.

As soon as you were close enough to him, he grabbed your neck and lifted you into the air. “I said, what the fuck are you staring at?!” He watched you try to pry off his fingers off your neck. The small sting your nails brought only served to piss him off more.

“You're happy, aren’t you?! Do you think the Marines are going to catch me, and you’ll be free?! Is that it?!”

“I-I can’t breathe…Kidd please…” He watched as tears streamed down your face and onto his hand. The tear felt like a needle poking into his heart.

“Stupid bitch!” Stumbling over his own feet, Kidd chucks you against the wall. He watched you hit the wall and onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’ before what sounded like a crack whispered in his ears. He examines your body, not moving, and it causes a hard scowl on his face.

“Get up, damnit! I barely threw you!” Growling, Kidd wobbles over to your body before falling to his knees. His sight is blurry as his head seems to pound. When he slid his fingers through your hair, his brain failed to register the wet substance that coated his hand. He pulls on your hair so he can look you in the eyes.

“Fucking pathetic! Why do I even keep you around when you're so fucking useless?!” Your silence had Kidd’s drunken self slightly coherent.

“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t ignore me!” He grabs your face and, through his drunken haze, starts to see a red liquid drip down your face. A red handprint of blood was left on your cheek when he slightly moved his hand.

Your eyes fluttering shut made him sober up as the blood running down your face finally set in.

“Oi! Keep your eyes open!” Moving his hand in front of your face back and forth, his heart rate peaks when he finally watches your eyes fully close. Pulling your body close to his own, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you harder. Worry sets in as you don’t respond.

Picking you up to carry you, he hastly stumbles out of his room and makes a dash to the infirmary. The sound of his footsteps echoed through out the halls. His mouth goes dry as your lack of movement sobers him up to accurately find the room.

To his luck, Killer was already in the infirmary, counting on what they needed to restock.

“Killer, I fucked up.”

~~~

His eyes stared at the carved door as he laid his head on your chest. Your heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to ignore the small blood splatter on the floor that he forgot to clean up after the incident.

Your fingers running through his hair did little to calm the thoughts in his head. Even though he laid against you, he felt it wasn’t close enough. Close seemed to not be close enough.

Lifting his body up, he laid down next to you before he pulled you to his chest, you hair slightly tickling his skin. He wrapped his arms around you all the way to the point you wouldn’t be able to leave. Moving his legs, he tangled his limbs with yours. Only then did he feel you were close enough. Your scent a silent lullaby as he raced with thoughts. What if’s ran rampant.

‘What if I just took a nap instead?’

‘What if you got hurt even worse then i thought?’

‘What if you didn’t wake up?’

The thought of you no longer sharing his bed caused a panic to settle in Kidd’s stomach. Your warmth had become the only thing that allowed him to sleep peacefully. Hearing you breathe managed to be the only stress reliever that worked.

It was obvious to him now, that no matter what he might say, he couldn’t live without you.

~~~

The sound of the waves crashing against the beach felt like laughter as Kidd watched you sailing away on a ship he’d never seen before. His scream out to you echoed across the water only to come back to him, mocking him for being too late. Now, he got to watch the only thing that made him calm leave him.

The sand below him showed muddy footprints before being washed away by the ocean. Thunder and harsh rain poured down on Kidd, his hair sticking to his face as the rain pelted down his hair. Whether it was rain or tears that slid down his cheeks was anyone's guess. It felt as if time stopped while he tried to piece together what now?

His goal to find the one piece and become King of the Pirates still ran strong through his veins, but now it felt different. Not even days before this, he began to dream of when he’d finally be called King of the Pirates, when you’d be clinging to his arm and congratulating him, kissing him, and telling him you loved him. But now, that’s what it’d only be—a dream.

~~~

It’s been months since Kidd watched you sail away. Each night was plagued with that image of you sailing farther and farther away from him, every time only seconds late. Not a night went by where he didn’t wake up in a cold sweat. He’d reach out for you and be hit with the painful reminder that it was real—that you were gone.

Yet no matter where he went, it always felt like he saw you out of the corner of his eye. Or how sometimes he’d hear your voice in his ear. But when he turned to check it out, there was nothing. It felt as if he was going insane without you. And while there was intense longing, there was rage.

How dare you leave him? Don’t you know how much you meant to him? Hasn’t he shown he’s learned his lesson? He’s told you he loved you and you still left him. You have no one other then him, he made sure of it. Yet you still left.

Killer tried to tell him to get over you, that there were plenty of other fish in the sea, but he knew what he meant. He shouldn’t be shocked. You weren't even supposed to be with him for as long as you were. It was only a matter of time before the ‘relationship’ Kidd built with you would burn before his eyes. Even if he refused Killer’s words, any sane person would have agreed.

But now here he was, missing you with fury boiling inside him as he stared out over the crowd in the auction house. Privileged entitled assholes as far as the eye can see. All waiting for the show to begin.

~~~

Emotions pumped through his veins as he stared at himself in the mirror. A small splatter of blood on his cheek as all he could think about was you. How happy he was that you were back where you belonged. That after months of sleeplessness not knowing where you were, you were finally back in his arms. Whether you liked it or not wasn't something he cared to hear. He had you first. Those damn Straw Hats took you away, but now, you were back.

But you came back with a price.

Whatever happened in those months you were away changed you. All you did was fight and yell, scream and punch. Instead of the quiet angel he stole, a venomous fallen angel stood before him. But despite missing his fearful princess, the fight you put up managed to also have his blood pumping hotter. Watching you try to fight him only to lose gave him a high that only your fear could compare to.

Seeing your eyes widen in fear when he threatened to cut off your legs made a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine. Even after you spit venom, he could not help but want you even more. Having you so close to him again made his body go haywire. Hearing you scream out in pain reminded him of when you screamed out his name in such a different, lustful tone. Watching tears stream down your face when he threw punch after punch had him resisting the urge to fuck you bloody and bruised.

While the image was tempting, he had things to do, and he couldn’t let you think you got away with it. So he’d just send Killer down to patch you up after you’d been drenched in your own blood for a while. Maybe it’ll give you some time to contemplate. But if not, that’s okay.

He kinda liked that taste of your blood.

~~~

His heart couldn’t help but leap when he felt your lips running smoothly against his own, your warm skin glowing underneath his fingertips as you cupped his face. A calm washed over him at the small gesture. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeper, never wanting to let you go. But when he pulled away for a breath, he saw the stains of his lipstick on your face, the sight making him smile.

Kidd couldn’t help but feel the shiver that ran down his spine when he felt your breath against his neck. The rigid, cold metal of the collar on your neck had him silently sick in a breath.

“If you're gonna make me a new collar, can it be one I can sleep in?” When you mumbled those words into his skin, flashbacks from that fateful day rushed back to him. How you got out of your collar, so he obviously had to make a bigger and better one. And now you're trying to get a different one?

“Do you know why you're in that collar?” He looked down and was met with your pleading eyes.

“I ran away.” Kidd grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his hips harshly. Anger starts to surface at the memories.

“Yeah, you did. How can I trust you not to do it again, hmm? This collar makes my devil fruit powers work even better than the last one. So why should I give rewards to bad girls?”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?” The idea Killer shut down a week ago comes back to his mind. He’s done a few good studies to understand how it works, and it sounds pretty easy—easy and a perfect way to show everyone who you belong to.

“Take off your shirt.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. Take it off.” Kidd watches you with heat pooling in his abdomen as he takes longing glimpses at your bare chest.

“Back to me.” He watches you listen and can’t help but run his fingers along your skin. Tracing your spine causes a shiver to run down his.

Getting up, he placed you down on the chair before tying you to it with a piece of metal. The sight makes him bite the inside of his cheek.

“H-Hey! What the hell!” Kidd only laughed before turning away from you.

“You know, Killer originally talked me out of this, but since you wanted to be rewarded for bad behavior, I think it’ll go nicely with your new collar.” A rush of power surges through Kidd’s bones as he collects everything he needs.

“It’ll also show anybody who tries to take you away from me that you belong to me.” With his hands finally full, Kidd turns back to you. Your face goes rigid as he walks in your direction, which in turn makes you try to scoot away. Grabbing the side of the chair, he brings you back to him.

“Don’t worry, princess, I did my research.” A major rush of power flowed through Kidd's veins as he watched you struggle to escape.

“This is completely unreasonable! You can’t be serious!”

“You wanted to make it up to me? Well, here's your chance.” Kidd could see the panic in your eyes as he started to heat up the metal pole in his hands.

“There has to be something else, please, Kidd!” In a swift and rash motion, Kidd threw his hand towards you and felt your cheek collide with his knuckles.

“Be fucking grateful that I’m even giving you this chance! Those damn Straw Hats taught you that you can be a brat! I’m going to kill each one of those fuckers! I’ll do it in front of you so you can see what happens when you leave me!”

“You’ll never beat them! They’re gonna come for me and kick your ass!” Red clouded Kidd’s vision hearing your words. Grabbing your hair, he tugs it back so you face him. The tears in your eyes go ignored as Kidd’s grip on the metal pole tightens. He didn’t give you a second to speak before pushing the burning hot pole on your chest.

The scream you let out when the metal was fully pushed onto your skin swiped him out of his rage. The red that once blinded him was now gone as he quickly pulled away from you. He’d never heard something so ear-piercing and painful in his life. It echoed all throughout his workshop, and he felt a panic set in when he noticed he skipped a step in his rage and how you’ve now passed out.

“Shit! Shit! Oi, princess!” Grabbing your chin, his eyes studied your face to see any sign of consciousness, yet he was met with none. His heart rate spiked as he ripped away the metal he tied you with before carrying you bridal style. He rushed to the infirmary and cursed himself internally for not following all the steps as he tried to ignore the graphic third-degree burn on your chest.

~~~

All he could feel was numb, yet a pain that was indescribable when you moved his head to look at his arm. What once used to be a full limb was now nothing more than a stump. He could see his body covered in bandages as the memory of what happened came back to him. Words couldn’t seem to form as he felt his dreams crash down around him.

“You should lay down and make sure everything heals properly.” Using the arm he had left, Kidd pulled you onto his lap. Burying his head into your scarred chest, it's then that he feels the tears on his own cheeks.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s cried like this, or if he’s ever cried like this. Crying so hard that he struggled to breathe and began to shake. It felt like the walls were closing in on him as he cried into your chest. All he could think of was how would he become King of the Pirates with one arm? It set him back so much that he felt hopeless.

But when you wrapped your arms around him and slid your fingers through his hair, he pulled you closer despite his bandaged torso. The slight pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside.

“Just breathe, okay? In and out.” Following your command, Kidd tries to copy your breathing despite continuing to cry. Your now-soaked shirt rubbed against his face, and it only worsened the pain in his heart.

The small and gentle tune you began to hum made his hold tighter. He never wanted to let you go as you comforted him when he needed you the most.

~~~

Kidd sat on a chair next to you in the hospital bed as worry and fear took over him. His anger once again took charge and caused him to hurt you horrifically. Seeing you laying there with bandages covering your head caused a guilt he’s never felt before. He remembered the amount of blood you lost when he ran you to the hospital. It dripped from your head all the way to the hospital.

He managed to nab a doctor right away and have him work on you. Every second you were in the surgery room felt like hell. And what the doctor told him what the diagnosis was made Kidd’s heart clench.

“Since she fell off your ship, there's no doubt she has a sort of head/brain trauma. Long-lasting effects could stem from this injury. Here’s a list of some effects that you can read while I go grab another IV bag.”

Which is where Kidd sat now. Watching you breathe. Watching you breathe with the crumbled up list in hand. Your eyes closed as you sleep, unaware of the wreck he is. Grabbing your hand, Kidd brought it close to his lips and kissed your knuckles before holding it against his forehead.

Caressing your face, Kidd looks at you, sleeping peacefully. The moonlight shining off you gave you that same angelic glow he saw you with all those years ago. Despite the scars that covered your body, you were still so beautiful. Rubbing your cheek, Kidd looked down at you lovingly.

“I’m sorry, princess. You can pull through this. You have to.”

~~~

“This is how it should be, sleeping next to me.” With your legs tangled in his, Kidd scoots his body closer to yours before kissing your forehead. A wicked smile slithers along Kidd’s face.

“All those memories gone. No more talking about home. No more flinching, no more Straw Hats.”

“Those bastards, trying to play hero and stole you from me. Thinking your up for grabs when you obviously belong to me. Meant for me. You were meant to be mine and stay by my side. Why else would I have gotten a second chance?”

“Now, I’ll always have you. You look up at me with loving eyes instead of hatred. Instead of hitting me, you run up to hug me. You kiss me passionately like I’ll disappear any moment. I love it when you run up to me and jump so I can catch you. I love it when you sit next to me while I work in my workshop, giving me praise. If I had known you hit your head harder, I would have you in my arms willingly…”

“Then I would’ve thrown you against the wall harder.”

~~~

‘That selfish prick! After everything I’ve done to keep her in the dark, he comes around and fucks it up! Everything was going great! She loved me yet-’

“Fuck!” Slamming his metal hand against the bench in his workshop, Kidd begins to tear it apart. Weapons were thrown to unknown corners of the room, pieces of metal scattered across the floor, and a dent in the bench.

Kidd gritted his teeth as his whole body uncontrollably shook. The dried blood staining his hand only continued to serve his rage. Because even if Heat was already dead, the damage had been done. The day of you holding him tight and kissing him was over. He’ll never be able to feel you close to him again. At least, not without a fight.

Hot tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the dented bench with an iron grip. His tears felt like an acid against his skin as his vision blurred. The smirk the bastard wore while he bled out behind you burned into Kidd’s memory.

Giving you a devil fruit, a logia type at that was infuriating. How the hell did he manage to get it on the boat and have you eat it? You were always by his side, so how could Heat have given it to you? The day of the fight? Or when he caught you and Heat talking to each other alone? How could he not see the signs earlier? Why did it take the busting open of your old cell door twice for him to finally understand what he needed to do?

Yet it was too late.

“God damnit.” Kidd swallowed the lump in his throat before letting out a sniffle. “This is bad. How am I gonna fix this? There’s gotta be a way-”

“Kidd.” The workshop door opens, and Killer stands in the doorway. Quickly wiping his tears, Kidd tries to regain steady breathing, hoping Killer doesn’t see his moment of weakness.

“What Killer?”

“You better have a good plan. Explain where Heat went and where (Y/N) went.” Kidd stays silent, which is all Killer needs.

“Did you-”

“I saw everything from the shadows. This could be a sign, you know?”

“What kind of fucking sign?”

“You know what kind of sign I’m talking about.” Silence covers the workshop.

“Maybe it’s time to let her-”

“No!” Kidd slams his metal hand on the bench with enough force to cause another dent.

“Well, what do you think you should do then?” Once again, the workshop goes silent.

“Giving you a week to decide for (Y/N). As for Heat, better pull something good out of your ass.” Just as soon as Killer entered, he left. Leaving Kidd to wallow in his predicament.

~~~

“Do you really think she’s on this island, Kidd? It’s been a week since the paper came out.”

“She will be on this island. If she isn’t, I’ll kill anyone I need to to figure out where she went. I don’t want a single civilian to go unquestioned. If they refuse to tell you, don’t be afraid to use violence.”

The bustling port of Haylard Island has Kidd’s eyes scanning every inch of movement. If you were on that dock, he wanted to make sure he saw you. There was no room for him to be making mistakes. He’s already made enough.

“Burn down buildings, steal supplies, and anything you think is worth something. Do not stop until the ashes block out the sun.”

“Yes, captain!” Hearing his own crew leave, Kidd finally let out a shaky inhale while looking down. The sea stared back at him, once again mocking him for losing you.

“Laugh all you want, but take my word. I’ll burn and kill my way back to her. And nothing will stop me until she’s in my arms.”

~~~

Despite the night once being full of cheers, the marine group of G-5 now found themselves fighting for their lives. What should have been a celebration was now a fight to the death as they were ambushed in the dark of the night. The once-empty sky was now covered in flaming arrows heading directly toward them.

“Everyone, man, your stations! We’re under attack, so get ready for a fight!” The captain's commands echo throughout the ship, and no one wastes a second. Running up and down the ship, Captain Tashigi checks to see if everything is in order to ensure supreme safety.

“Captain!” the sound of a terrified marine rings through her ears as she runs to the voice. Coming up from below the deck, she’s met with fire and smoke. It felt as if her heart was going to explode as all she could hear was marines yelling and the flickering of flames.

The flames only got higher as she tried to figure out what to do. Before she went below deck, they were able to contain the fires, but now, it’s almost consumed the entire deck. With how fast the flames were spreading, there was no doubt that the ship would be at the bottom of the sea before sunrise.

Grabbing a transponder snail she kept in her pocket, she began to call the nearest marine base to help with the attack. She realized this wasn’t a battle they could fight on their own.

“Hello! This is Captain Tashigi of G-5. We need backup right away! We’re under attack, and the ship is engrossed in flames!”

“G-5, this is (....)! We will send you back up right away! What are your locations, and can you see the attackers?”

“Our coordinates are (-------)! I don’t know, as the flames are so tall and the smoke is-” The whole ship shook as something hit the deck, causing Tashigi to drop the transponder snail and fall backward.

“-Oof!”

“Captain are you okay?”

“Something just hit the boat! I’m unaware of what it is!” Quickly getting back on her feet, Tashigi grabs her sword along with the transponder snail.

“I’m going to go check it out.”

“Keep us on the line.”

“Will do.” Putting the snail away for safekeeping, Tashigi grips her sword with both hands as she starts to walk carefully through the flames.

As soon as she stepped in, the sound of a marine screaming echoed across the deck. Panic set in the captain's stomach as her hands began to shake. The screams of pain and terror only caused more panic to set in. But she’s the captain. She has to be strong. She can’t back down.

“G-5, what’s going on?!” The screams of pain and agony continue before a loud audible SNAP rings in Tashigi’s ears. Assuming the worst, she feels all the color drain from her face.

And just like that, it was quiet.

“G-5?” With her voice trembling, Tashigi couldn’t help but be frozen in place.

“Tashigi.” Before she could scream, a rough, calloused hand covered her mouth. Looking in her peripheral vision, she saw Vice Admiral Smoker motioning her to shush. Nodding her head, Smoker lowered his hand.

“What’s going on, Vice Admiral?”

“Almost the entire deck has been engulfed in flames. We need to go to the other side of the ship.”

“But what about-”

“It’s silent over those flames, Tashigi.” With tears prickling in her eyes, she understands what he’s saying despite wishing it not to be true. Grabbing her hand, Smoker runs to the end of the ship, where there are fewer flames. Their footsteps echo, giving away their position to the attackers.

As she was running, Tashigi’s sword started vibrating before being completely pulled from her hands. She watched it fly backward and into the flames. A metal thunk rang across the deck, making her eyes widen. When she looked into the flames, she felt her heart stop.

Walking through the flames was no other than the man who had the whole new world in the palm of his hand.

“V-Vice Admiral…it’s-”

“Go hide, Tashigi. I’ll handle this.” Putting himself in front of her, Smoker points towards the darkness.

“But-”

“I’ll be fine. Go hide. Don’t come out until I come to get you.”

With a tremble in her voice, she responds. “Okay.”

Running into the darkness, Tashigi searches around with a racing heart, desperate to find a hiding spot. The sound of unintelligible yelling and metal clanking only makes her search more frantic. She should be fighting, but if Smoker says to hide…

“Killer! Go after the girl. She ran straight ahead.”

“You’ll have to get past me first. Both of you.”

“Vice Admiral.” Whispering to herself, Tashigi runs around some more before spotting an empty barrel. With no more time to spend, she jumps in.

As she gets as comfortable as she can, she puts the barrel lid over her head, leaving her in complete darkness. Her knees pressed against her chest as she struggles to take deep breaths. She tries to prevent herself from shivering.

‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ She thinks to herself as tears slip down her cheeks. She knew the stakes there were to bring you to Sabaody, but they were so careful about not giving away. It was then taking care of you. How did Kidd figure out it was them?

A loud thud can be heard throughout the deck before silence. No words were spoken, and the fear was only intensified. Tashigi felt her throat grow dry as she started to hear boots shuffling along the deck.

Sounds of things being searched causes her heart to beat out of her chest. Her body begins to shake as she hears the boots walking towards her hiding spot.

The moonlight soon shines down on her as the barrel's lid pops open. She looks up and sees no one. The moonlight shone down on her as she feared who had opened the lid, but she soon gets her answer.

“Found you.”

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thequeensjester · 2 months ago

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Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ➤ S01 • EP04: Death at Victoria Dock

—Miss Fisher is gonna make a good deal of requests, Constable.

— credit: cap-that.com

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmmedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #the queen's edits #picspam

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bluegalaxygirl · 11 months ago

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Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P3

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, Blood, Drugs, mentions of torture and Death.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

< Previous part ….. Next Part >

The afternoon sun burned bright in the sky, the white soft clouds slowly floating through the clear sky as birds happy let the light wind take them across the sea. It would have been so peaceful if it weren't for the cannon fire, yelling and metal banging against brick, The Victoria Punk quickly docked at the side of the prison letting the crew off to rampage and free their crew mates while others stayed behind to fire at the prison walls with the cannons. Kid had already left the ship before it even docked and Killer wasn't too far behind, the captain busted open the gates sending shock waves though the floating prison startling everyone inside. Marines run to protect the prison but are either shot, cut or punched hardly standing a chance against the Kid pirates, Kid had no idea where he was going, he just hit and gathered mental as he runs through the base, Killer following behind slicing up anyone who came after them. Wire and Heat know that Kid and Killer would be doing their own thing so the two split up taking a few crew members with them to search the cell area for their crew, it wasn't long until Wire came across the missing crew members. Boogie waves his hand threw the bars seeing his tall crew mate and a few others running down the hall "Wire" The four call out with happy smile's glad to be getting out of this place, the tall man simply nods before using his trident to slice open the bars to each cell letting them out.

The crew around him cheer as they reunite with each other but Wire raises an eyebrow at only seeing the four of them, before he can ask though Bubblegum runs up to him in slight panic "They took Y/n to the infirmary but The Commodore recognized her, he said her father would he furious and to keep her off the records." He quickly explains knowing Wire didn't have the time for long stories, the other three nod confirming what Bubblegum just said. "Get them out of here, I'll check the infirmary , if you see Heat on the way make sure to inform him of all this" The tall man commands the crew he brought with him before heading off to find the medical ward alone, Its true the crew don't know anything about your past, but they never thought to ask and you never brought it up. You had a few strange quirks but then again so did the rest of the crew who come from all over the South blue and some even from the Grand line. Walking into the infirmary Wire looks around seeing several patients in their beds, some tied down while the others seem to be passed out but none of them were you. A whimper catches his attention turning to look at the desk's down the other end of the room, walking over the tall man steps around the main desk to see a young woman wearing a nurses outfit cowering under it, she freezes with a squeak when seeing Wire staring down at her. "Where's Y/N, she was brought in last night or this morning" He asks not making a move towards her yet, he had no reason to hurt her unless she refused to answer his question.

Despite her seeming to know that he had no intention to harm her if she answered, she gave him a response the tall man didn't like "w-we've had no n-new patients" She stutters while trying to move further back in fear but her back is already pressed firmly against the wood, Wire lets out a sigh before bending down to look right at her "My crew said she was brought here so don't lie, where is she?" He asks again becoming impatient his eyes burning into her's making the young girl gulp in fear "I-i'm not lying, I-I can show y-you the records" She pants hoping not to get killed by the tall man. Wire thinks for a second while looking her over, something told him she was telling the truth, but he needed to be sure so using one hand he shoves the heavy wooden desk away causing her to let out a scream, but she makes no move to get up and run, it seems her body chose freeze this time. "Hurry up, i don't have time" Wire gestures towards the file cabinets while gripping his trident in his other hand ready to kill her if she tried to run, with a nod the young woman stands to her shaky feet and makes her way over to the file cabinets taking out the patient records for the past couple of days. Her hands are shaky at best but manages to take them out without dropping them and places them on the other wooden desk thats still standing, Wire steps closer causing the woman to back up to the wall as to not be in his way. Looking over the files it seems she was telling the truth, there isn't any records of any new additions but there were records of the four crew members being patched up then shoved in a cell. So its true that they didn't put you on record but there has to be a trace of you somewhere at least someone who saw you here, the nurse would have told him if she saw you, she's too scared not too.

The young nurse watches the pirate's every move until he shoves the files off the desk and turn to her, thinking she's going to die the young woman closes her eyes and bases for a painful death but instead she hears footsteps walking away. Peeking open her eyes she watches Wire walk towards the door after stepping over the wooden desk that he shoved to the floor and heads down the hall to inform his captain about all this, surprisingly leaving the nurse alive. Killer slices through yet another Marine that thought he could take the masked man on in a sword fight as he follows Kid's mess of destruction, he know's that if he lost sight of his captain all he had to do was follow the trail of bodies and broken walls to find him again. A few marines tried to take on Kid but their weapons where ripped out of their hands as the red head uses his devil fruit to pull them, along with other piece of metal over to him covering his already metal arm making it much bigger and stronger. With a laugh Kid swings the giant arm hitting the marines and the walls around him as Killer finally catches up and stops next to his captain looking around at the mess. Just as they were about to keep going footsteps run up behind them causing the two to turn ready for a fight only to see Wire run around the corner and over to the two. "You find everyone?" Killer asks as the tall man stops in front of them, his breathing is heavy from running, but he also seemed very annoyed or even angry.

Wire nods at the masked man before trying to inform the two of what he's just learned "The others are heading back to the ship, Y/n was taken to the infirmary when she got here but-" Before he can continue Kid groans and walks past his tall friend while rolling his eyes "Well what the hell you waiting for?" The captain yells staring to head to the infirmary but is stopped by Killer "Kid wait.. what were you going to say?" The masked man asks knowing something is wrong since Wire would have looked in the infirmary so why was he here without you. "She's not there, there's no record of her ever being here, th-" Wire's interrupted again this time by both Kid and Killer who yell loud enough he swears that everyone back on the Victoria can hear them "What?" Wire takes a breath mainly to clam his own anger and frustration of being interrupted again before turning to the captain. With his arms crosses over his chest Wire finally managed to explain what the others told him while not being interrupted by the two, he also explained how the young nurse had no idea who you were and that the files showed the four others but not you. The only person who might know where you are is the Commodore, but he hasn't been seen anywhere, Kid growls as he grits his teeth not understanding how things can go this wrong. Killer sighs trying to calm himself before thinking how to go about things but it isn't really working "We should find him, if he won't tell us then we'll just have to beat it out of him" The first mate states getting Kid to snap out of his hate filled gaze on his clenched metal hand.

Kid gives a big grin and a quick nod showing a clear liking towards the idea before heading off to find the Commodore's office with Killer and Wire following behind, the Commodore may not be in his office with all the fighting, but they've met marines of higher ranks that would rather cower away and let their lower ranked officers do the work than fight. The three sprint down the hall gradually feeling the aura change as they get closer to a much stronger person, soon enough a white coated marine appears coming out of his office while holding a small yellow bottle. Kid growls, anger boiling through him as he jumps up bringing his fist down on the Commodore who only managed to dodge at the last second, his cheek getting cut by the splintered wood that fly's through the air due to the force of Kid's metal arm hitting the wooden floor. Using the distraction Killer runs in swinging his blades at the white coated man who gasp as it slices his hand off, Wire runs in next bringing his trident down on the man aiming for his shoulder since they need him alive. Despite the situation the Commodore smirks popping the yellow bottle and quickly tipping it into his mouth before Wire can hit him, a burst of energy sends the three flying back, yellow lightning like power causes out of the man who screams in agony. Killer manages to get to his feet quickly stopping himself from sliding too far away as Wire tumbles a little more but uses his hand to push himself up stopping his body from continuing to roll. Kid shield's his face with his metal arm as his feet skid across the floor managing to stop himself before passing Killer.

The blinding yellow lightning and screams soon stops revealing the Commodore who pants while looking very different, the hand that was cut off has healed into a stump already and the mans already large frame was even bigger, his muscles bulging and almost pulsing as thick raised veins run across his whole body, even his face, the clothes he's wearing is ripped to shreds except or a bit around his groin area and the white coat hanging off his back by a string wrapped around his neck. "What the fuck?" Kid asks standing to his full height as the now large man throws his head back in laughter before looking at the three "I know your rash but i thought you'd at least ask me a question first" The Commodore smirks bringing a leg behind him to get into a fighting stance, Kid takes a step forwards with a smirk of his own knowing it's going to be a good fight but doesn't jump in just yet since Killer lightly placing his hand on the captains arm "Where's Y/n?" The masked man calls out even though he knows he's not going to get a straight answer from this man. "I don't know who your talking about" It was a obvious lie since the man clearly rolled his eyes that smirk never fading from his face. Kid rushes in gathering metal around him to make his metal arm large again before punching the marine who uses both of his arms to stop the punch, the captain didn't bother to ask questions instead focusing on the fight. Pulling his hand back the captain continues to punch and grapple with the large marine while Killer and Wire wait on the side lines knowing not to jump in just yet. "Sneak into the office, see what you can find" The masked man glances at the tall man who nods heading of to sneak into the Commodore's office.

Once Wire's out of view Killer joins the fight running over with his blade's spinning and going for the Marines legs, sliding past the masked man turns back only to see the commodore's leg's unharmed even though his blade differently cut though skin since there's blood on his blade. "Answer the fucking question" Kid yells as he blocks the Commodore's punch with his metal arm, some of the metal denting under the force making the captain grunt in annoyance, Killer runs back into the fight, jumping into the air and bringing his blades down on the marines back letting them dig in. The Commodore yells in pain and anger as his wounds try to heal even though there are blades stuck in his back. "Where is she" The masked man yells as the marine tries to reach back and grab him only to be punched in the face by Kid's large arm, thinking quickly the commodore runs backwards hoping to crush the blonde between him and the wall only for Killer to quickly catch on and brings his blades out, jumps off the marines back just before being crushes. Panting slightly the white coated marine swipes as Killer lands about to hit him when a chunk of metal hits his chest forcing the large back back into the brick wall making it crack under the pressure. Metal continues to swarm over pinning the man to the wall while Kid Chuckles walking up to his partners side "Tell us where she is and I'll make your death quick" Kid smirks looking at the struggling and panting marine who seems to have given up,the Commodore slowly looks up at the two letting a sick joyful smile from on his face. "i'm sorry to inform you but she's dead, her wounds were just too much for her" The captain extends his arm purple strings of light flowing from his hand as his eyes burn with anger.

Kid starts closing his fist making the metal around the commodore compress the pain of even thinking your dead makes it hard for him not to kill this guy "Liar" The captain yells but the marine shakes his head while struggling to get free "She's dead deal with it" The commodore yells managing to get one of his arms free, Killer's quick to act running over and stabbing his arm forcing the blades through and into the wall, the marine yells in pain trying to pull his arm away but their combined strength was too much even with what ever drugs he took. "We know she's alive, tell us where she is" The masked man growls using all his strength to keep the commodore's arm in place while Kid continues to try and squeeze the life out of him, before the commodore can answer Wire runs out of the office with an angry look "She's not here" their crew mate yells out causing the two to look over at him in surprise and confusion "There's no record of her but a ship left last night with a bunch of medial supply's and an extra passenger. It didn't say where it was heading though" The tall man explains before turning to the Commodore "But you were the one to order it" Kid growls while squeezing tighter making the marine caught up blood, Killer removes his blades from the mans arms watching as the wound starts to close shut leaving no scar behind. "Where are they taking her?" Kid yells out stepping closer to the large man who's still struggling, but he can tell the marine is getting weaker, the drugs must be wearing off with all the healing its having to do, when the Commodore refused to answer Kid grips harder causing the man to scream out in pain, his ribs cracking and organs being crushed "We can still follow her Vivre card but I'd like to keep him alive, so we can get information" Killer sighs looking to his partner.

The captain thinks for a second before nodding and loosens his grip, the sound of bones cracking back into place echos threw the hall along with a slight yellow glow coming out from under the metal arm holding him in place. "Shit not now" The commodore groans feeling his strength fade away, the yellow light causing through his veins making his large body start to shrink and muscles deflate. With a laugh Kid lets the marine go watching him fall to the floor, his skin turning gray and his lest over clothes hang loosely around his now skinny body, much skinnier than when he was normal. "Looks like you took those drugs for nothing, they couldn't even help you take us down and made you even weaker. Pathetic" The captain smirks before bringing his foot down on the crouched man forcing him to lay on his stomach with little effort. "Well at least it'll be a lot easier to get him to the ship" Wire states walking over to the two and looking down at the weak looking Commodore who's struggling to try and lift his own head up, its clear what ever drug he took has bad side effects but they have no time to think about that now so Killer grabs a nearby cable and hog ties the marine as the captain steps aside starting to head back the way they came. Wire follows close behind as Killer throws the commodore over his shoulder carrying him back to the ship.

----- The Victoria Punk-----

Things had stetted down now that the Victoria is far away from the destroyed and burning prison but what they hoped would a simple job as now turned into a longer and more complicated one. Wire went back to steering the ship using your Vivre card to show him which direction to go in while Heat and Reck where keeping an eye on the Commodore who's currently chained up in a dark room bellow deck. Kid and Killer make their way into the med bay seeing House just finishing up taking care of the crew mate's wounds, there wasn't much to do since the medical staff at the prison did a, ok job but the doctor could tell it was more of a rush job. "Boss" Boogie yells with a smile happy to see his captain again, the other three crew mates turn and smile too slightly cheering for their captain and first mate, Kid grins for a second before becoming serious "Tell me what happened" The captain states walking into the room as Killer closes the door behind them, The four start talking all at once causing the masked man to sigh "One at a time" Killer states as the four look at each other before nodding silently agreeing that Bubblegum and Boogie should be the ones to say what happened. It took a while of explaining since Killer kept asking for more details and what exactly the marines said about you word for word. "So you didn't get anything on her farther?" Killer asks as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed, Bubblegum shakes his head but Emma sits up from the bed she's laying on "we'll we had a talk about it all in the cell, and we all agree that he's not a marine since the Lieutenant mentioned that her farther has no power to fire them."

The other three nod but Kid turns to House who's washing her equipment her back facing them "House… You know anything? She must have told you something" The captain asks making the crazy haired girl jump a little at her name being call, you and her are best friends so it's only right to assume she'll know something about your family but unfortunately she didn't know much. Turning to face her captain and his first mate she wipes her hands clean while looking down at the floor "Only that she ran way because they did something unforgivable and that she renounced her last name" She states but Killer and Kid look at her surprised, they knew you ran away because of your parents but your last name was fake? "What?" The two ask causing the girl to jump again as Killer pushes off the wall to walk over to her, he wasn't trying to be intimidating but House shrunk away, backing up into the counter with wide eyes "I-i thought she would have told you" House tries to defend herself making the masked man realizes his actions, with a sigh Killer places a light hand on her shoulder to reassure her "Just tell us everything she told you, even if you think we know" Relaxing a little House nods as Kid walks over to the two crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for the doctor to talk "She never told me what her real last name was because if she told me then… I'd know too much. She was drunk at the time so i though maybe she was just being paranoid or drunkenly rambling. She said a lot of other random stuff that still don't make sense really" She sighs but the two stay quiet wanting her to go on.

House gathers her courage while trying to remember what you said years ago while drunk out of your mind, you confided in her and told her not to tell a soul, House promised she wouldn't but now she had to break that promise and spill your random and incoherent rambling to your partners. "She said her parents were disappointed she wasn't a boy, that she used to tutor kids even though she didn't go to school. She won a bunch of contests that she's not proud off, She has sibling that she lived with but didn't know anything about them and that leaving was the best destitution she ever made." Kid sighs pinching his nose, it didn't give them much to go on other than your family is most likely stuck up and important in some way, Killer removes his hand from House's shoulder and gives her a nod, it did sound like drunken rambling but it did give him a few hints and maybe something to use in order to make the Commodore slip up while questioning him. "Thanks guy's, get some sleep before dinner, Papa's is cooking tonight since I've got another job to do" Killer states earning groans from around the room that he tries to hold a laugh back at "Papa's is the best out of a bad bunch, so they'll have to put up with it until Killer's free enough to cook again." Kid snaps even though he knows how bad the man's food is, Killer grips onto the captain's while gesturing to the door earning a gruff hum from the red head. Walking out the two hear the yelling of their crew behind them calling out their goodbyes and thanking them before the door is shut "What are you thinking?" Killer asks as the two walk side by side down the hall heading to the dark room where the marine is. "Just… Rich pricks" Kid huffs getting the masked man to let out a low chuckle in agreement.

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missfisherandjack · 1 month ago

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Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 1x04 Death At Victoria Dock

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #miss fisher #mr butler #phryne fisher #tobias butler #period drama #perioddramaedit #tv show #tvedit #series one #death at victoria dock #mfmm #mfmmedit

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foxspirit1928 · 2 years ago

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Miss Fisher Snippets (132)

I believe the verdict is unanimous.

(Posted 26-Apr-2023)

#miss fisher snippets #foxypedia #death at victoria dock #miss fisher #missfisher #mfmm

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a-killer-obsession · 4 months ago

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 55 - The Valkyrie

Everything has to end, nobody lives forever.

Word Count: ~6.4k

CW: suicide and noncanon deaths of major characters (separate things, sorry in advance)

A few days later and Heat was ready to travel. It was remarkable to you how the men you knew were all such fast healers - most of Heat's wounds were now well closed and on their way to becoming new scars. He walked like nothing had happened, like he hadn't almost died less than a week ago. Killer too had similarly healed fast, he'd received a life threatening gash from Straw Hat Roronoa Zoro mere hours before Kid had been taken with him to Udon, and yet the next day he was on top of you. You'd met men in the marines like that too, and someone had told you once that it had to do will willpower. You'd stopped questioning it at some point, you were just thankful Heat was on his feet and eager to fight again.

Your group moved swiftly on foot towards the nearest port, where Kid was bringing the ship to meet you; a far shorter journey than the one it took to get to the Heart Pirate base. Once again, Wire carried you so you could focus on keeping the group masked. It seemed like there was a rise in Beast Pirate scout numbers, and a buzz in the air that told you something was happening in Wano. Something big. Heat carried Dawn on his chest in his usual fabric wrap carrier, and every time you looked over to him he seemed smitten; it was clear he'd missed her a lot. Whenever the area was clear enough for it to be safe, he would sing to her softly in his gruff voice. She slept most of the way, soothed by Heat's warmth and the natural rocking of his walking. Watching them made it feel a lot like things were going to be okay, despite the dangerous battle looming on the horizon.

Heat also carried your other things - your duffle and your reclaimed katana that you'd left with the Hearts. Mohawk carried Double's rifle. He'd taken the news of his death hard, and the usually quiet man walked in sombre silence, he hadn't spoken much at all since getting the news. You felt bad for not telling him earlier, he'd had to wait until someone handed him Double's gun to find out, but you'd sort of had other more pressing things on your mind. Mohawk and Double had been close, best friends, and Mohawk was grieving. Telling him Double had saved you by showing you where the rifle was had been no compensation for his loss; Mohawk just wanted his friend back. The two of them had known each other almost as long as Heat and Wire, and had both come on board the ship around the same time as each other. Mohawk losing Double was the equivalent of Wire theoretically losing Heat, and you all had deep sympathy for him. The thought of Heat and Wire losing each other made you hug Wire closer as he carried you on his back, you couldn't imagine one without the other, which is why Wire's confession came as no surprise. Back when Heat had threatened to leave the crew with you, you were sure Wire would have come too. It didn't feel right to seperate them.

With your exceptional eyesight and your raised view on Wire's back, you were the first to spot the ship in the port in the distance. The port was busy, full of what seemed like ships belonging to samurai, part of the grand plan to raid Onigashima you guessed. As soon as you told the others you could see the Victoria Punk, the pace increased tenfold as you all hurried home. There was a heartwarming reunion as the commanders met back up on the dock, with Killer eagerly taking Dawn from Heat so Kid could properly embrace the bluenette. It wasn't often that Kid hugged someone other than Killer, but Heat had been close to death the last time Kid saw him, and everyone was relieved that he survived.

Meanwhile, Dawn immediately stuck her fingers through the holes of Killer's mask and refused to let go, which everyone thought was very cute as she giggled at him. Killer was worried Dawn wouldn't remember him, he felt like he'd lost himself in Wano with his time as Kamazo, but it was clear that wasn't the case. His laughs seemed genuine as he entertained Dawn, now that he had his mask again you couldn't feel the neurons moving in his brain anymore, so you couldn't tell for sure, but his body language told you how happy he was. Killer had also been scared that his laugh would scare Dawn, but it seemed contagious for her and only made her giggle more.

With everyone back on the ship, the commanders gathered to figure out what was going to happen. Mohawk didn't join, he was distant in general and had no energy to be a part of any meeting - nobody questioned his need to be alone right now. He went to the room he used to share with Double and locked the door behind him, with not another word said to anyone else on the crew.

Kid was obviously keen on taking down Kaido, and while he wanted to do it himself, learning that Big Mom was on the island was a spanner in the plans: even Kid wasn't dumb enough to take on two emperors on his own. You filled him in on the alliance plans, as well as your promise to Law to help in exchange for the help you'd received. Kid didn't like it, but he was an honest man who pays his debts, and looking at Dawn in Killer's lap it was clear she had been well taken care of while you were busy saving everyone else. The crew couldn't have gotten free without the Heart's help, he hated to admit it, but it was true. Thanks to Scratchmen and Hawkins, Kid wasn't keen on another alliance, but Trafalgar had proven at least for now that he could be trusted. Kid would never admit that he was in the alliance though, his pride wouldn't allow it. The Straw Hats too had proven their worth, between Luffy in Udon and the rest of the crew helping you and Dawn. As far as Kid was concerned though, they were all still enemies. Just enemies with a mutual goal.

The rest of the crew had taken the time sailing to ready the ship and themselves for the battle, with the new crew mates all settled into their bunks. Nobody questioned whether they would go through any sort of initiation, the shared horrors they went through in prison together at Kaido's orders was enough to prove their worth. Knowing it wouldn't be safe for Dawn during the battle, a few of the newbies had been left with Dawn in hiding back on Wano, with strict instructions to return to O-Saki in Ebisu if the crew for some reason didn't return from Onigashima. You hoped at least one of the three crews would survive, both the Heart Pirates and Straw Hats were fond of Dawn so if at least someone survived, she would be okay. Not that you were planning on dying, fuck that.

A single gunshot ringing out over the ship ended the meeting quickly. The first assumption was that the ship was under attack, and Killer handed Dawn to Heat for protection. Heat's abilities were the least useful at the height of a naval battle, more useful for sinking ships towards the end of the fight, so Heat quickly hurried through the door that led to Dawn's small formly-closet room to keep her hidden. You used your powers as well to mask the two of them after giving both Heat and Dawn a chaste kiss and following the others out to the source of the gunshot.

Bubblegum came running from the back of the ship where the crew cabins were, a panicked look on his face. There were no enemies to be seen, no rival ships or air based Beast Pirates, only a panicked Bubblegum. You couldn't hear what he said to Kid, having been a little behind him and Killer to kiss Heat and Dawn, but the captain exchanged a concerned look with the first mate and the two of them started running. You hurried to follow them under deck, where Kid rushed to the door of Mohawk's room, using his devil fruit to unlock the door and rushing in.

The captain let out a roar of anguish from inside the room as he entered. Killer stood in the doorway, and stopped you with a short shake of his head and a raised hand before you could come any closer and see inside. That told you everything you needed to know. You'd know Mohawk was distraught at Double's death, but you didn't think he would go that far. You clamped your hands over your mouth to muffle the sob that tried to escape. First Double, now Mohawk. How many friends would Kaido take from you? How many of the people you loved had to suffer because of him?

Killer called for the crew that had gathered behind you to help Kid as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your mask off so you could squish against his chest properly. You tugged at his shirt as your tears made dark spots on the royal blue. “Why?” you sobbed, “he survived! He could have gotten his revenge if he'd just waited!”

“Mohawk didn't want revenge,” Killer sighed, “he'd never been as angry as the rest of us, violence was never his thing. He just wanted his friend.”

“We're his friends!” You cried, “we're still here!”

“I know baby, I know,” Killer soothed, “Mohawk and Double were close, I don't think he thought he could live without him. There's nothing we can do now except get our own revenge and keep fighting in their memory. Mohawk made his choice, I imagine he thought he had no other option.”

Killer had Quincy and Hip take you away from the area and go back to Heat and Dawn before Mohawk was removed from the bedroom. You'd seen enough death in the last month, he didn't want you seeing this too when you'd known Mohawk well. He'd worked hard to train you as a nurse, you'd spent a great deal of time with him, and his death left you feeling broken. Heat didn't seem too surprised by the news, there was a time before you and Dawn where he would have done the same if he'd lost Wire. The two of you tucked Dawn into bed, then Heat held you while you sobbed. You'd held a lot of feelings back over the last month and now they were all bubbling over and pouring out.

One of the new crewmates, House, was a trained doctor, and you heard later that she did what she could to close Mohawk's wound and wrap his body in a respectful way. His body was kept in a cold storage in the hull of the ship; Kid wanted to give him a proper funeral, but it would have to wait until after Kaido. Eventually Killer joined you and Heat in your pile of sadness, followed by Wire and eventually Kid. With one night left before the Fire Festival and the raid, the five of you fell asleep together, limbs twisted together and bodies impossible to tell apart, just all trying to appreciate that you were all still alive and in one place. After all, there was no guarantee all five of you would make it out of Onigashima.

Kid made sure your crew showed up late in dramatic fashion, which was quickly followed by a dick measuring competition between the three alliance captains. The fight was looking tricky, it seemed like the samurai's ships had all been sunk or decided not to show up, until suddenly they appeared as a grand fleet out of nowhere, quickly taking down many Beast Pirate ships. Rain soaked the decks of the many ships as the battle went on, ship after ship sinking into the stormy waves. One of Momonosuke's retainers turned out to be a spy, and he sent a shower of ink-based arrows towards the alliance ships, which you shielded your crew from with a wall of high air pressure. That guy had given you the creeps anyway when you met him.

With only one Beast Pirate ship left, the captains each made their move to destroy it to claim the bragging rights, before it was suddenly speared by a column of water, glowing droplets shooting off from it. In the ruins a large fishman appeared. You recognized him from your days in the marines as the ex-warlord ‘First Son of the Sea’ Jinbe. He gave a grand speech, and announced his intention to join the Straw Hats, surprising everyone else. The Straw Hats all cheered in celebration for their new crewmate, and eventually the three crews, along with the samurai, brought their ships together to plan the raid in more detail, given the now confirmed numbers and the addition of the Kid Pirates. Kid wasn't interested in their plans, but Killer sent you over anyway to make sure your crew was kept in the loop.

Following the plan, you instructed Wire, who had taken over navigation in Double's absence, to follow the Straw Hats to dock at Onigashima. Surprisingly, the entire island looked like one large, horned skull, with Kaido's base enclosed within and a giant sword plunged into the surrounding hills. Only Kid had been here, but he'd spent most of that time in Kaido's personal prison cells like a lap dog, barely conscious for most of it. Your crew followed the others in, spooked for a moment at the amount of Beast Pirates in the dock before realising Kin’emon was using his devil fruit to disguise the alliance. As it was the night of the Fire Festival, Kaido's crew were distracted by partying, so the plan was to sneak in during the festivities. Between the flowing alcohol and disguises, they wouldn't even notice the alliance. At least for a while.

You led your friends through a large glowing circle with a small Wano style curtain that Kin'emon had formed with his garb-garb powers. Instantly your outfit was transformed, barely clothed now with an outfit that would fit right in with the Beast Pirates, who unfortunately for you seemed like a BDSM club with a penchant for practically naked women. Your visor was mostly the same - though now sporting two black horns - your hair was fashioned into a high ponytail, and you wore what would best be described as a bikini, a short cloak trimmed with purple fur, and calf high, heeled, deep purple boots. The bikini featured additional straps, forming a pentagram over your chest, with the bottoms having extra straps that ran over your hips. You frowned at the exposed outfit, not liking how the lower half of your slave mark, the scars on your back, and your surgery scar on your belly were showing, until you turned and saw the four commanders staring at you like they were about to start drooling. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. You also had a set of black gloves, which you immediately pulled off since they made it harder to grip your katana and dagger. Your holsters and weapons remained as they were, just reskinned to darker purples to match your boots.

The men got their own drool-worthy outfits as they walked through the glowing circle - it was too bad there was no time for any extracurricular activities. Whether it was because they knew you were feeling a little exposed, or to protect you from wandering eyes, Heat and Wire stood at your front and back, blocking anyone's view of you. You laughed a little at the obvious shielding, it was adorable really.

“Boys, boys, there's enough of me for everyone,” you teased, playing with the straps that ran over Heat's chest as he crowded in front of you.

“Does it have to be so… skimpy?” Heat grumbled.

“Feeling territorial, are we?” You cooed, “it's only for a little while, and I'm sure there's plenty of girls inside that are dressed like this. I'll be fine, baby.”

Heat made an annoyed grumble under his breath, a small puff of black smoke leaving his mouth, but it was easy to get him to fold with pet names. Ultimately, he knew it was a necessary part of the plan. “Maybe if you're good I'll get a real copy of this outfit,” you continued. Now that cheered Heat up, his pupils going darker as Wire chuckled behind you. Heat was remarkably easy to tame, you and Wire knew it well. “I like your outfits too, very sexy,” you purred. The two of them puffed their chests in pride at your compliment.

You snorted a laugh as Killer came through the garb-garb circle with little horns stuck to his helmet, he looked ridiculous. The laugh was quickly replaced by a small unintentional moan at his rarely seen chest on display. Now it was Heat's turn to laugh, you were as predictable as always. Kid was the last to go through, and while you were pretty excited about his big tits being out, he was less impressed. You laughed as Luffy complimented him and Kid blushed like a schoolgirl. Kid complained, as expected, but Killer pointed out that these disguises were useful - it would allow you to all bypass any smallfry on your way to take down Kaido. Kid accepted that, he had one priority and it was to get to Kaido before Law or Luffy.

Luffy was quick to storm into the party, just as Law thought he would, and, again just as Law predicted, Kid went storming in behind him, refusing to be shown up. You and your boys followed behind, arriving in the crowd of loud, drunk Beast Pirates just in time to watch a tower being sliced in half and come crashing down, Roronoa Zoro at the top of it, scolding Luffy about red bean soup.

You, Heat and Wire exchanged confused looks. “Red bean soup?” Wire questioned, “How come they got mad over such a thing?”

“Is it something that triggers them?” Heat replied, scratching his head, “I don't get it.”

“You know, Big Mom was screaming something about red bean soup in Udon too,” you added, not that it answered any questions. What was with these people and their red bean soup?

“That group is hopeless,” Killer huffed, “I can't work with them.”

“It was impossible for those fools to keep a low profile in the first place,” Kid grumbled, continuing to move through the crowd with the rest of you on his tail.

“What should we do?” Wire asked.

“Forget it, we gotta keep moving,” Kid replied, “we're so close to them.”

“At this rate they'll still be fighting about red bean soup by the time we're done with Kaido,” you scoffed.

Awful scratches on a DJ set made you wince, and Kid stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the source of the sound.

“What's wrong, Kid?” Killer asked, having almost bumped into Kid's back at the sudden stop.

“It's my time! I'm gonna risk my life! Gotta send out good vibes!” the DJ rapped over the microphone. His voice was familiar and made you angry for some reason.

“This voice,” Kid replied with a smug laugh.

“Fuckin’ Scratchmen,” you growled.

The fighting on the dance floor was ramping up as Beast Pirates surrounded Luffy and Zoro, and Luffy sent a giant haki coated fist through the crowd. The ruse was definitely over at that point. Brilliant work Luffy, you lasted a whole three minutes before fucking up your cover. The orb of a man you'd seen fighting Big Mom in Udon took his place on a raised platform, bright lights shining on him as he grabbed a microphone.

“Today's the happy golden festival!” He sang out, “Catch them as a gift for me. I'm gonna eliminate someone from the Tobi Roppo and give the rat-catcher the vacant post!”

The crowd cheered at the announcement as your group followed Kid through a dark hallway along the sidelines of the dance floor, towards where Apoo was producing god awful tunes from his DJ booth.

“Hey, Kid, wait!” Killer pleaded. Luffy and Zoro may have given up their disguises, but your group still currently had the element of surprise on your side, unless Kid decided to fuck it up by taking on Apoo.

“I knew it was you, Apoo,” Kid barked angrily, mostly to himself. Killer sighed, seeing where this was going, and turned back to the rest of you.

“You three go figure out where Kaido is,” he ordered, “don't take him on yourself, come find us when you've located him.”

“Roger that,” Heat replied.

“Be safe,” you told Killer softly, touching his hand in a soft gesture and clinking your masks together quickly before following Heat and Wire further into the building.

The three of you made your way through the base, which was something like a traditional Wano castle and village all in one, sheltered under the giant skull you'd seen on the way in. Samurai had begun to flood through the base, and with Luffy and Kid causing chaos the jig was now up; everyone now knew a raid was underway. The three of you made it a little further before being found out, and you destroyed your disguises as you fought the Beast Pirates, the fur and leather disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.

After making your way through several hallways of enemies, the halls began to clear a bit. There was still no sign of Kaido though, and the base was turning out to be overwhelmingly large, with multiple floors to search. “We should split up,” you suggested, “we'll cover more ground.”

The boys agreed, Heat didn't like being separated from the two of you but after a short exchange of kisses from both you and Wire, he was able to be convinced that it was the logical choice. You made your way further into the base on your own, letting your katana do most of the work to conserve your fruit for bigger fish. At some point the entire island trembled like a great earthquake, and there was a brief moment of weightlessness as the whole base was lifted into the sky. You didn't like that - what goes up has to come down, and everyone you loved was either on this island, or on the land it was moving to hover above. There was nothing you could do about it now though, you had to trust that someone in the alliance had the means to stop this. Worst case scenario you could probably destroy the entire island if you had to, to protect those below like Dawn, but that was a last resort, and something you likely wouldn't survive.

Fire had begun to spread through the castle, limiting your options for where you could go. As you ran, bursts and pops of what sounded like awful music caught your attention. You growled to yourself, Scratchmen. You didn't know how he slipped out of Kid's hands, but you could certainly deal with him yourself. You weren't finding Kaido at this rate anyway, you wouldn't be surprised if Kid had already found him. You followed the music until you rounded a corner and spotted the long-armed man fleeing like a coward.

“SCRATCHMEN!” You roared. He stopped running and turned to face you, a smug smile on his face.

“There's the missing ship whore!” He laughed, “we wondered where you were, hiding on that island like a coward.”

“Me? A coward?” You spat, “I'm not the one who bent the knee to Kaido. You are the coward. And a fucking traitor. Do you have any idea what your new boss has done? I've lost friends, I've almost lost those I love most. Trusting you was a mistake!”

With a stomp of your foot you sent a wave of superheated air at him, like a blade that scorched the wood under it as it travelled. With wide eyes he quickly dodged the attack, hurriedly sending back an attack of his own. He sent a flurry of them, beat after beat, but you didn't relent. His attacks didn't reach you as you marched towards him, a barrier around you reflecting the sound waves he was trying to pierce you with.

“Dumbass,” you scoffed, “your fruit is useless against me, I can cancel out every sound wave you send at me. Fight me like a man, you useless cunt.”

Apoo quickly turned heel and began to run, realising he was out of his depth, but you were quick to pounce, using a burst of air under your foot to launch yourself at him. You could have killed him already, but you needed him to hurt. You needed him to pay for everything that had happened. For Double, for Mohawk, for the trauma Killer and Heat had to live with, for the month you spent not knowing if you would ever see your loved ones again. He screamed as you made contact, grabbing the middle section of one of his arms and blistering the skin under his clothes, before reversing your trajectory, using his back as a platform to jump back from as you unsheathed your blade.

His arm fell to the floor with a wet plap as he screamed and grabbed at the still attached bicep, blood dripping between his fingers. “YOU BITCH!” He spat from where he knelt on the floor. He left blood on his teeth as he once again tried to use his fruit to attack you, and you openly laughed at him - a cruel, dark laugh - as you stalked back towards him. You clicked your fingers for effect, and Apoo let out a shrill cry, clutching at his side before throwing up on the floor next to his dismembered arm.

“Don't worry, you've got another kidney,” you toyed, before clicking your fingers again, making him fall backwards and writhe. “Oops, guess not,” you laughed.

“Why are you doing this?” Apoo cried, “just fucking kill me already!”

“Why would I do that, when drawing it out is so much more fun?” You smirked. You ran a finger down his cheek, collecting a tear that leaked from under his glasses, his skin under your finger blistering as your finger trailed over it. “Fucking cry baby,” you scoffed, standing back up and crowding intimidating over him. He tried to stand, so you gave him a quick kick to the jaw, sending several piano key teeth flying. “I don't know why anyone would ever follow a ugly cunt like you. Your pathetic crew will be relieved when you're dead.”

You drove your foot down into his chest, using a miniature version of your Meteor Wave to burst one of his lungs and his stomach lining. He was now bleeding out into his chest, and his breathing was ragged and strained as he struggled to take enough air with only one lung. He had minutes to live, at most.

“I'm going to enjoy watching you die,” you laughed, watching him cough up blood and struggle to roll to his side with his remaining arm. You grabbed his ponytail and pulled him up by it, as much as you could anyway. Even sans one arm, he was a lot bigger than you, only adrenaline was allowing you to lift him as much as you did. “You think your torment ends here, you should be so lucky,” you said in a deathly quiet voice, “when I find my way to hell one day, I'll find you first. Enjoy your vacation while it lasts, because once I get there, every day for the rest of your eternity will be spent in unfathomable agony. Enjoy that gentle hellfire while you can, traitor.”

With one last pained wheeze, Scratchmen went limp, and you let his hair go with a scoff of disgust. His body crumpled on the floor with a thud, blood still pouring from it at the flames in the surrounding room slowly licked their way closer to you. You gave his body one last angry kick for good measure, before walking calmly away from the incoming fire, the flames slowly consuming Scratchmen's body behind you as you walked away.

Elsewhere in the castle, battles were still raging as fire continued to spread throughout. You slammed into a wall as the entire island suddenly tilted to the side, before righting yourself and continuing to jog in the general direction of where you assumed most of the fighting would be. Fire was making it difficult to navigate the halls, and you found yourself in the basement as the flames forced you downwards. There you found Brook and Robin, who likewise were having trouble finding an escape from the flames. Just as things looked truly desperate, a flood of water washed through the halls, dousing the flames but leaving you and the other two devil fruit users weak as the salt water drained. The three of you braced each other for strength as you stood and continued to make your way to your friends, stumbling as the castle once again tilted before righting itself.

A deafening crack of thunder rang through the base, followed by a powerful wave of energy and the floor under your feet suddenly bouncing as the island made contact with the mainland of Wano below. You didn't know where the island had landed, but given the somewhat gentle manner it came down with compared to the catastrophic disaster you had anticipated, you could only assume someone in the alliance was responsible, which gave you hope that the people of Wano, and Dawn among them, were safe.

Forced to your knees by the island’s sudden landing, you, Brook and Robin all stood again, but this time to the sound of speakers blaring an announcement over the entire base.

“It's no mistake you guys,” the voice over the speakers called out, a deep sense of relief and cheer to their voice, “Kaido has been sunk deep into the ground by Luffy! Onigashima's plummet was stopped by Momonosuke-sama in his giant dragon form! This vengeance-filled battle that started when Oden-sama died... we finally won!”

You looked to Brook and Robin, the three of you exchanging heartfelt hugs and joining in with the loud cries of victory that sang out over the island. There was a small tremor as Kaido's body caused an undersea volcano to erupt offshore, but you held steady to your friends. Over Robin's shoulder you caught sight of a familiar mane of blonde, and you let go of Robin to call out excitedly.

“Kil!” You shouted gleefully, “we won! We won!”

Killer turned slowly to the sound of your voice, and your breath caught in your throat. Where was his mask? But even more confusing, where was his smile? He looked at you, a forlorn expression on his face, his eyes turning to look away like he couldn't bear to meet your eyes.

“Kil?” You said with a shaky voice. Something wasn't right, you knew in your heart something wasn't right.

“Who are you talking to?” Robin asked, “a ghost, perhaps?” She said, in her usually unnerving way, meaning it as a joke.

“A ghost, indeed,” Brook said sadly, placing a skeletal hand on your shoulder. “I see him too, Yin-san. I wasn't aware your fruit allowed you to see ghosts too.”

“No, no that can't be right,” you replied, shaking off his hand and running towards Killer. “KILLER!” you screamed, “we won! Everything is going to be okay! We can go get Dawn and go back to the way things were! We can all be happy together again!”

Killer looked at you with a pained expression, a slight shake to his head that stopped you in your tracks. He couldn't be a ghost… that- that would mean he was dead. Gone. Removed from this world. He couldn't be, he couldn't be gone. You'd only just got him back, he couldn't be gone!

“WHERE?” you screamed, “WHERE?”

Killer's shoulders moved like he was sighing, but there was no sound, like someone had placed him in a bubble of silence. He nudged his head in a direction, and you took off running. Robin and Brook called after you, but you ignored them, tears streaming from your eyes as you sprinted. They blurred your vision and you tripped over a body you hadn't seen, hitting the ground hard, the wind knocked from your lungs.

You pushed yourself up from the floor, dazed, your hands and knees bleeding from the grazing impact, and on unstable legs you forced yourself to run again, until the hall opened out into a courtyard. You paused for a moment to scan the surroundings, before the roaring cry of your captain told you exactly where you needed to be. You shoved and pushed your way through the crowd, uncaring of who got hurt by your rough treatment, until finally the crowd opened up.

Heat and Wire stood at the side, Heat sobbing into Wire's chest as he held him, the rest of your crew likewise holding each other and crying. Killer lay lifeless on the floor, his head in Kid's lap, blood pouring from under his mask and coating his neck and the floor below him in scarlet. Kid looked up at you as you arrived, his face crumpling in pain as a new wave of tears took him and he balled Killer's shirt in his fists.

“He- he was fine,” Kid sobbed, “he was fine, and we were cheering, and- he just went down. They say he hit his head when he was fighting.”

Everything went silent around you. White noise buzzed in your ears, and you felt dizzy, taking a few unbalanced steps backwards as you tried not to pass out entirely. Wire was trying to speak to you, but you couldn't hear anything over the deafening buzzing. He hit his head? Was his head already weak because of the concussion you gave him? You knew it was a risk to knock him out again, that's why you'd refused to do it when he was still Kamazo. But you'd never even consider that someone else would do it. Was this your fault? Did you do this? “No,” you whispered, this couldn't be happening, it wasn't real, “no, NO, NO!”

Your final ‘no' was like a shockwave. It rang out like a battle cry, and in a burst of energy, everyone around you was sent flying backwards. Even Kid was forced back, like someone had grabbed him by the collar and yanked him away, Killer's body left untouched in the centre of a cleared circle as your crew tried to stumble back to their feet. A wall of transparent light built in front of them, shimmering lilac when they touched it, unable to pass through to where you stood in front of Killer's body in shell-shocked agony. Kid pounded on the wall, sending ripples of purple light through the shield, revealing it to be a full dome over you. He was screaming at you, but you couldn't hear him. It was silent inside the dome, almost peaceful.

Something told you to remove your mask, something deep inside that told you to let yourself go. You heard and felt every atom as they moved around you, and instead of feeling overwhelmed like you usually did, you embraced it. Turning your palms outwards, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, letting yourself feel every small piece of energy in the air around you. You gathered it, from outside the dome as well, the energy following in glowing gold and blue and purple tendrils into your palms as you breathed steadily and let the energy embrace you. Bystanders weakened as you drew energy from them, a few weaker ones passing out as you drew too much.

“No,” you repeated again, softly, “no.”

Your eyes opened in a flash of light, all bystanders forced to shield their vision from it. When the light faded, you were standing over Killer's body, and in your hands you held a spear of pure lilac light, pulsating with the energy used to form it. Your hair, loose from its buns, flowed around you, weightless, as did Killer's hair which floated up from the floor like gravity no longer had a hold on it, fluttering around him like he was suspended in water.

Slowly, you raised the spear above him. Even Kid had stopped screaming and trying to get in, his palms against the dome as he watched, breathless at your appearance. You glowed in an ethereal way, light emerging from your back and forming two grand, mostly transparent wings, purple at their base before fading to blue and gold at the tips of the feathers as the wings spread out behind you. You looked like a goddess, like a heavenly being that didn't belong in this place, among pirates, among living, breathing men. Yet, there you were, in all your glory, spear held proudly, the tip pointed towards your lover.

“VALKYRIE SPEAR!” you screamed, before plunging the spear straight into Killer's chest.

Light burst from him, blinding everyone once again, a shockwave of energy forcing them all to their knees as the dome popped around you. The energy entirely drained from your body, and you collapsed, falling onto Killer below you. The wings and the glowing from your eyes, as well as the spear, all disappeared the moment the light bursting from Killer faded, the energy sucked back into him like a star imploding, until there was nothing left.

As those around you struggled to their feet, confused by everything that had happened, you felt your consciousness leaving you. In contrast to the great display of light you had just performed, now you saw darkness, creeping in on your vision until your eyes were too heavy to keep open. In your last moments of consciousness, you let yourself embrace Killer's still warm body, a tear dripping onto his shirt and darkening the blood splattered royal blue. Your ear to his chest, you heard a thump below you, then another, then darkness took you.

A/N: THIS IS A SCRATCHMEN HATE ACCOUNT !!!

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