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one piece boys rescuing you pt. 2

☆ characters: sanji, kidd

☆ up next: waking up with the one piece boys

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

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

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

part 1

Sanji:

Zoro nodded, wordlessly, resting against the doorframe.

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

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

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

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

His stomach churned knowing that you were somewhere here.

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

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

Merde.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mon coeur,” he said, voice shaking.

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

“Can you sit up? I’ll carry you out.”

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

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

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

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

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

You made it to the door before you spoke.

“Let me have a smoke, will you?”

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

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

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

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

You stood back up, leaning against Sanji.

“Carry me?”

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

“One last thing, Sanj’,” you said.

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

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

“Rot in hell.”

Sanji carried you up the stairs and out the door.

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji shrugged, “Didn’t notice.”

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

A memory played out before you.

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

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

“Hungry?”

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

“Yeah.. Not many options though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji was enchanting- but so were you.

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

“What’re you making anyway?”

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

You hummed, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

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

“You’re an angel.”

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

God, was he always this handsome?

“I think so?”

“What?”

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

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

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

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you ate.

“Mmmf- ‘S good!”

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

“Thanks Sanj’.”

He smiled, and leaned his head against yours.

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

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

You added a french accent.

“Garbure!” he corrected, laughing.

“Right, right. That.”

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

The rest of the memory is blurry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sanji…”

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he said, at a loss for words.

“I’m… sorry.”

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

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

You laid your head back down, chewing your lip.

“I’m glad it was you. That found me.”

Sanji’s chest tightened.

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

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

“So am I.”

You turned to look at him.

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

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

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

Sanji pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

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

You nodded, lightly laughing. It hurt your ribs.

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

“No- Can you stay? Please,” you said.

Sanji smiled, “Of course!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hot,” you said, giggling.

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

“You okay, Sanj?”

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

You nodded, holding his hands.

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

Sanji gulped, “Um, no. I haven’t.”

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

“Would you like to join me?”

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

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

You laughed, getting up out of bed.

“Mind carrying me?”

“Of course, my love!”

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

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

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

Kidd:

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

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

“Mind backing up with that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kidd scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

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

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

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

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

“And by we I’m assuming you mean me?”

He flashed you a smile that made your chest tighten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, cry baby let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

‘She’s pretty, huh?’

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

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

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

He broke the silence, much to your disappointment.

You didn’t say anything.

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

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

“Fuck. you.”

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

“What’s your name?”

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

“Your name, baby, what is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t you talk to her about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me see your hands,” he said.

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

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

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

“Atta girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where to madam?” Killer said.

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

“Whose idea was it, anyway?”

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

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

“Fair enough.”

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

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

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

You opened the door, closing it behind you.

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

“Can’t be bothered to knock?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just glad you’re okay!”

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

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

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

“So was I.”

You heard him sniffling, and rubbed his back gently.

“Crybaby.”

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

He squeezed you one last time before letting you go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

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

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

“Oh,” you whispered.

“What’s that?”

“You were talking about me the other day.”

Kidd paused for a second, “Was I?”

You giggled.

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

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

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

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

You smiled.

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

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

“Sounds about right,” you said.

“Well, then.”

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

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

“Tired?”

“A bit.”

“Sleep, lass. I’ll carry you to bed.”

And you did.

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

The bedsheets surrounding you were unfamiliar, not your own.

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

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Good morning, Kidd.”

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 3

Back again with hopes of new.

Hello my loves!~ Part 3 as promised. Look here for Part 2. Make sure to check out my other works and the ao3 account by the same name. Please make sure to leave a like and follow. Comment what you want to see next.

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Cliffhangers are going to be a thing and Buggy is totally going to chase after reader.

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Oh how did it come to this?

Here you were, on a night out with your friends. Freshly shipwrecked but looking hot. Crew in tow, survived a crazy fall from a trap door and even made it to the show you had so excitedly told your friends about to boost their spirits.

Though, not everything went as planned. As in you and your family of a crew almost died trying to get rare ice cream and were now shipwrecked. Like how the horror house had given you some bruises you’d definitely feel in the morning. Or how Brooks and Usopp almost shit themselves trying to find you in the loony house. You losing the face mask you wore in public to remain anonymous. Luffy going from being excited to frowning so hard it scared the fuck outta you.

And then there was the clown.

Oh yeah, the clown.

You were totally thirsting over a clown.

Back to the present moment, you couldn’t be in a more delicious situation.~

To the performer's credit, they did not react much. Everyone in the East Blue knew the flashy captain. Most towns he had paid a visit to would definitely remember him. Anyone who had ever met the infamous red nosed clown couldn’t forget that one appendage. Your Captain, Luffy, surely didn’t forget that first encounter.

Nor would the Flashy Fool himself forget this enchanted meeting with you.

You had tumbled off the stands from the safety of your friends and crashed into the clown prince of crime.

With your Cherry Red lips pressed right into his infamous nose.

Now surprisingly, Buggy did not react negatively at all. In fact, he didn’t have a reaction.

The man that now held you in his arms was staring at you in disbelief. You slowly removed your lips after what seemed like hours to everyone else. Normally, Buggy would throw down with anyone who even mentioned his nose, let alone touched it.

However, you were rather soft in the action. Sure you stumbled into him like a blind bat. But the accidental kiss was something to behold. Flustered, you removed your lips from his nose quickly, making a soft, "Tch," sound. Stunned (Y/ec) looked up into his green eyes to see complete stillness.

And that scared everyone, including yourself, even more.

You found yourself gasping for air as his firm grip on the small of your back made you feel vulnerable and exposed. Despite your best efforts to hide it, your voice gave you away as you whispered an apology. Your hands were still tightly pressed against his chest, and the other was gripping his shoulder for support. In that moment, you realized that you had lost your focus and gotten distracted, leaving you feeling embarrassed and uneasy

As his gloved fingertips trailed up your arm, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His touch was gentle yet firm, and it seemed to calm the nerves that had been jangling inside you. You looked up at him, and as your eyes met, you felt your heart skip a beat. His other hand found a resting place where your cheek and jaw met, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

As you opened your eyes again, you noticed that small bits of the carefully placed glitter on his skin had fallen onto your chest. You realized that you were chest to chest with him, and the realization made your heart race even faster. The fast pounding was so loud that you couldn't tell if it was coming from your chest or his.

Finally, he stopped, and just stared at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. You felt your cheeks flush as you met his gaze, and you wondered what he was thinking. It was a moment that seemed to last forever, and yet it was over in the blink of an eye.

“The fuck-” “SHHHHHH!”

Suddenly, Buggy's expression changed, and he did something that filled you with fear - he smiled. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Buggy burst into a fit of laughter.

The kind that made you feel uneasy and unsure of what to do next. It wasn't a simple chuckle or a casual laugh; it was loud and uncontrollable, as if something deep within him had been unleashed. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle within as you watched Buggy laugh on and on.

“Oh, my,” he chuckled, finally wiping away tears. You could hear Zoro behind you clip open a sword. You could also hear Robin cracking her fingers in preparation. Not wanting any trouble, you tried to separate from the giggly clown.

As you stood before him, his gaze was still fixed on you, holding you captive. His eyes were a striking shade of green, clear and bright, yet there was a hint of danger to them. They seemed to bore into your soul, piercing through the spotlight and the darkness beyond. As he looked at you once more, his pupils dilated, giving his gaze an even sharper focus.

By then, your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, allowing you to take in every detail of his physical appearance. You noticed the redness creeping up his neck, the warmth of his cheeks as they flushed with color, and the subtle changes in his expression that his makeup couldn't hide.

When the grip on your waist momentarily slackened, he lifted you in front of the cheering crowd, only to hold you tighter again. "What an affectionate fan you are, Sweetheart! If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask," he teased, his voice laced with forced stage presence and barely concealed anger. Despite his impressive ability to improvise and clean up the situation, you couldn't help but sense a faint hint of embarrassment and sadness in his tone that he was trying hard to mask.

You ran out of time to ponder this though as his acrobats began to hoist you over the crowd. Next, his dancers brought in a cage with a cover on it. It was rather large, larger than you would’ve expected given the space.

Looking over at your friends you could see them at war with themselves. On one hand, they wanted to help, but on the other, they wanted to not blow your cover immediately.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, thank you, so much for your patience.”

His tone was still teasing and you could see his shoulders tense under the coat. Okay maybe you could look him over a little bit. His arms were very strong and while you couldn’t see them you sure felt the muscles when you were being held up. Not to mention but he was rather tall, actually. You’d guess he was about 6’5 even without the boots. Also those blue ‘ribbons’ were his hair in two pigtails.

As your eyes peered over the room, you realized that you were trapped inside a net, suspended in the air by three ropes connected to the ceiling. The clown had stopped talking and was now facing you. Then he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out four daggers.

Buggy's mischievous smirk returned as he turned his attention back to you. "You ready up there, dollface?" he asked, his voice dripping with sinister glee.

“Ah Shit.”

As the audience held their breath in anticipation, the clown pulled the sheet off the cage to reveal a massive pink lion. With four sharp blades in his hand, he waved them around in the air and announced his next feat.

"Now I'm going to throw these four blades, count 'em, folks, four," he exclaimed with a grin. "Let's see if that pretty thing up there can keep her cool and NOT fall into the lion's den."

Buggy turned back to you with a dark smile, but something seemed off. As you looked closer, you couldn't help but notice that your lipstick had smudged onto his nose, overpowering his grease paint. Would it be inappropriate to mention it now?

Flick~*

One dagger hit the wood post behind you.

You had to get out of there and fast.

You nodded towards Zoro who patted his shoulder in response. Hopefully, the moss head would pick up what you were putting down. The dress you wore offered no hiding places for weapons, but your thighs did. Pulling your legs up slightly, you feigned fear as you pulled a switchblade from your garter belt. From the looks of things, the lion was very alert. But you were not on the menu this evening. The crowd seemed to love it though. Cheering and gasping at the deranged clown as he drank up their attention.

Flick!~*

Another dagger, another rope, and you only had one lifeline left. The goal was to cut the rope before he could and swing yourself away from the lion's cage. You could see Zoro managed to get away in the chaos of the crowd and hearing a familiar sword click behind you brought some comfort. On the ground behind you was the mossy goof you loved to whistle and take walks with. Taking a deep breath, you began to quickly cut away from the rope below you.

Flick!~*

The final dagger sliced into the rope below you. Had you not been prepared, that lion would've had a very tasty dinner. You held onto the net with one hand as you regained your footing and got ready to swing.

"Ah!~ Now that's cheating!" Hissed the clown below before he threw the last dagger.

Fuck you forgot about that one.

The rope fell, but not without many things happening at once. For starters, Zoro lunged forward and tackled the clown in front of you. Second, Luffy had stretched his arms over the lion's cage and Robin grabbed you and used her powers to bring you back to safety.

Chopper was tucked into Sanji's arms while Ussop got ready to take a shot if needed. Nami drew her bow staff seeing Zoro rise with his hands around the clown's throat before-

"HE'S LOOSE!"

A man that resembled a bear screamed out causing the parents to grab their children.

"EVERYONE OUT OF THE BIG TENT!"

Making sure the towns people got out safely was dangerous but you couldn't help but look back at the clown that you smooched, albeit on the nose. Body parts were flying everywhere as his performers drew various weapons.

"What do we do?" Ussop called out. Brooks dropped his mask and steadied a hand on you. "We're too open to attack, everyone, RUN!" Nami called out, grabbing your hand. Your eyes found Luffy's and while he didn't want to abandon a fight, he knew that there was no way they could protect the citizens of the town if everyone was captured now. As the crew scrambled for the exit you felt a foreign object on your ankle. The gloved hand crawling its way up your leg was NOT welcomed and you screamed while hurling it towards the face of the clown chasing you.

"WHY YOU?!"

The next few minutes seemed to last hours as you and your crew ran into the forest of the island. Truthfully, it was much larger than it had appeared on any map. Too bad you couldn't take its beauty in while running for your actual life.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SHITHEADS!"

Grabbing Zoro and Brooks's hands as you ran you made a Beeline for the ship's remains. They felt a surge of determination, urging them to move faster as you ran. Your heart raced as you hoped that the rest of your group would somehow make it to safety.

As you burst from the dense foliage, the frigid air hit you hard, and you all stumbled down the melting ice-covered beach. You could feel the sweat on your forehead, and the fabric of your dress clung uncomfortably to your thighs as you ran towards the tent and ship remains with your hands outstretched.

Despite not knowing what d.fruit you had eaten as a child, you knew that your powers allowed you to manipulate matter and you could compress objects to a tiny size for transportation. However, the efficacy of your powers depended on the emotions you felt while compacting the object, and you were anything but calm right now.

Your hair was wild and fizzy from the night air, and your heart continued to thump wildly in your chest. The image of those piercing green eyes was seared into your mind, adding to your already heightened sense of anxiety.

"(Y/n) do whatever you're going to do and do it fast," Zoro said, getting his swords ready. Brooks dispatched his cane while taking a stance a few feet from you. "We'll have company soon," you nodded at the bone Dad, and closed your eyes to concentrate. Soon you could feel your remaining energy being drained as you concentrated on compressing the debris around you. The tent and ship remain quickly compacted, and you swiftly scooped them into Nami's bag for safekeeping. It was clear that soon, you would have company, and you needed to be prepared for whatever was coming your way.

"(Y/n)!"

Looking up you quickly realize that your luck has run out.

"Well would you look at that! The little princess has got herself some bodyguards."

It was a blue-haired clown, unmistakably the same one that you had given an unexpected nose kiss. He seemed to be following you with a purpose as if he had a score to settle. The nervous bear man from the town square and the green-haired juggler were standing closely behind him, almost as if they were his accomplices. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you secured Nami's bag over your chest.

"We don't have to do this Buggy. We all know how it'll play out." Zoro seemed to be buying you some time. But you weren't leaving your comrades deserted. Taking a look around you realized that someone had left a bucket on the deserted beach. Creeping away as 'Buggy' and Moss head traded barbs you filled the bucket with seawater.

"Stop moving you little mouse," the green-haired male threw a knife in your direction which was blocked by Brooks. "Trash like you will not speak to the lady in that manner," the bag of bones rattled. Which was funny considering the skeleton's track record. However, you had no time to laugh about this as you crept up close enough to the clown.

"Hey, Mister Clown guy?"

Verdant eyes snapped towards you. A cold sinister smile stretched wide over his blood-red lips and you noticed how sharp his jawline was in the moonlight.

"Yes, cherry princess?"

You smiled and leaned forward with your hands behind your back.

"Catch!"

Confused his posture straightened before you threw the sea water over him. 'Buggy' was now completely soaked with you throwing the bucket.

"ARGH YOU SHITTY BITC-!"

Buggy's rant was abruptly halted by Zoro's fist, which knocked the jester of the seas unconscious. Brook's cane took care of the green-haired male and the bear man held up his hands.

"Please," he looked towards you, "Let me take them back." Your heart softened for a moment as you considered the man carefully. He looked like he was ready to run away but not without his captain and comrade. You nodded towards him and then at Zoro.

"Alright, take them back. But we're even after this." You spoke firmly but your eyes offered a kindness. He smiled a small smile at you before dragging the green-haired male away first. As you approached Zoro, you noticed the sweat glistening on his forehead and bruises forming on his knuckles as you ran your fingers over the grooves.

With a deep breath, you extended your arms and pulled both him and Brooks into a warm embrace. Even though words were unnecessary, the shared hug conveyed everything you needed to say, and they reciprocated with equal emotion.

After carefully inspecting the pack, you turned your gaze towards Buggy's unconscious body. His vibrant blue hair was splayed out around his head, creating a unique and almost ethereal halo-like effect.

Despite the fact that his crew was known for their penchant for violence and insanity, there was no denying that Buggy possessed a certain attractive quality.

If not for the circumstances, one might even describe him as being quite handsome.~

'Oh who am I kidding he's still really fucking hot. Plus the moonlight reflecting off his hair is NOT helping,' you frowned and shook the thoughts from your head.

Zoro gently nudged you with his hip while looking over his shoulder. "The bear guy will be back later. Let's just leave him here," he whispered. You nodded slightly, taking in the serene surroundings. The moon was setting, casting a silver glow over the rolling waves and the sound of chirping crickets filled the air.

You knew everything was fine, but you had to resist stealing a final glance at the peaceful man before falling into step with Zoro and Brooks, quickly walking back into the lush flora. Each step brought you closer to your group, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving something behind.

If you had bothered to look back you'd see the Blue clown's eyes intently following behind you.

That's right folks it's another cliffhanger.

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