#eustass blaze

[princevictoriapunk]

Metal Puma headcanons

(Or; a few years into the future, the Kid Pirates have taken the crown, and Kid managed to get his wife preggo- with side effects. Headcanons for the happy parents and their crotch goblins)

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  More Kid Pirates hcs 1 | 2 | 3 | 4.1 - 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid Pirates OC bios — Light | Blaze | Calista | Kira | Eun | Grunge

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Manda, Jason, Donquixote Telaraña Golondrina — @silvernyxchariot ; Solace — @ramdeviltart

Hcs under the cut for length ✨️

Metal Puma / Pregnancy phase

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Several years have passed. The Kid Pirates have found the One Piece, and one of Eustass' new nicknames became the Pirate King. Instead of settling down, however, they decided to continue their voyage and life as they had done before. They weren't old geezers yet anyway. Causing chaos, death, and destruction still was fun.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid and Light hadn't really talked about children, so they were entirely unprepared. Of course, they knew a thing or two since Jason and Donquixote Telaraña Golondrina (spawns by @silvernyxchariot ) were born. But in the end, they never had thought about having children of their own.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Nonetheless, neither of them really noticed/comprehended anything on their own at first. Light had shrugged off the morning sickness as most likely just having eaten something wrong over a few weeks, and thus not feeling well. When during the second month in a row her period did not come, she got a little suspicious but didn't know what. On days when she really couldn't cook due to physically not feeling well, the vice captain had to jump in whenever he could for the most part.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Only during a check-up after passing out from a malicious mixture of dehydration and fatigue, Solace informed Light that the latter had been pregnant for almost three months already, apparently. It caught her completely off guard since she had thought she just had some normal health problems that would go away just as fast as they had appeared.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  It had taken quite a lot of talking (joined by Killer for the most part) to convince Kid that he and his wife would be having a child and that it wasn't a prank like he thought it was. The crew's captain was completely overwhelmed and angry and didn't know what to do at first. So, he had headed out with the boys for a drink in the evening.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Killer, being his brother's voice of reason, explained some things about the whole thing going on and how he'd get used to it. Of course, it wasn't the best place for a baby to grow up, but the crew was always there for support like it had been in his Manda's as well as Solace's and his own cases.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  It became more obvious that she was a soon-to-be mother over the following weeks and months: mood swings, the baby bump getting clearly noticeable and her increasing complaints about back pain and headaches - and not fitting into majority of her clothes anymore. As for Kid, he let out the overprotective partner act more often, being usually one step behind her or staying right by her side, always keeping an arm around her.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Once the pregnancy itself was finally over and their child born, Solace noticed that Light seemed to still struggle with something. Fortunately, she found out what it was swift enough and could quickly treat their chef's surprisingly lethal case of eclampsia before they'd potentially lost her. The Rose also made her take some of the mandrake medicine she had prepared. They had been near Momoiro Island, the Kamabakka Queendom, lucky enough that Ivankov was not out anywhere else. Solace could get them (Iva) to help with their chef's condition by using their hormones.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  When he eventually was allowed back inside the infirmary, Kid was surprised that their son looked so much like them. Also, he was glad that they didn't have to get Trafalgar as well for help. What he was relieved about as well was that his wifey had survived since he had heard about the complications and now was resting. When the freshly baked father got asked for a name they wanted to give him, he responded with Blaze after a bit of thinking.

Blaze & Calista

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ As he grew older, the boy often would play with Nyx' son, sometimes also getting bullied by his own sister after her birth a few years later.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Having inherited Kid's talent for crafting, he has been watching his father a lot on how to build various things. Thus, already early, he had built his first bomb with which he played, too, much to scare his parents and the rest of the crew.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  By their early adult years, they are as chaotic as their parents; with Calista taking the crown. At some point, they got tired of reading the newspapers about how they're outclassed. Consequently, they are not much in the spotlight other than them being "Kid's and Light's children". Their father is always taking the headliner of the news as "Pirate King", which leads to Blaze and Calista setting sail on their own as the captain (Calista) and first mate (Blaze) of the Burning Pirates. They want to showcase the world how much in power they can truly be without the help of their family and crew. They're out to cause chaos on their own terms and build their own reputation because they were fed up with all the headlines only about the Kid Pirates's old members.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Eventually, Blaze goes on his own murderous path to show the world he should be known alongside his little sister. Their bloody course of actions should be talked about in newspapers individually without the word of "Kid Pirates" behind their names and instead the name of their own crew. Despite that, they still keep in touch with their family (which they see in both their parents and the rest of the crew, viewing Jason as their cousin) but mostly only if there's any special occasion.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Blaze is a little oddball. He's known as "Devil Trigger" due to his fierce and precise gunmanship (thanks to excellent training conducted by Nyx, the Kid Pirates' sniper), and as "Ares" whilst conducting work in the Underworld. He's towering over his own father, standing at 2,13m. He's also the Burning Pirates' first mate and leading pyrotechnician guy with a bounty of 670.000.000 Berry. Is a laid-back sort of "provocation expert" with a mindset of "The weak should die if they can't protect themselves", yet the more patient one of the Eustass siblings without hesitating to join in on various shenanigans (probably also having adapted his mother's gambling habits). He once yelled "fuck off" at the top of his lungs only to pick up the ringing den den mushi two milliseconds later and say "hi mama" in the softest voice.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷ Meanwhile, Calista is a whole other calibre, rightfully earning the nickname "gremlin". The "Demon Cat" of the Burning Pirates is the feisty captain, user of the Nekomata Devil Fruit, and with 760.000.000 Berry on her head. Whereas Blaze seems to be the more balanced one, taking after both of their parents, she simply amplifies their inherited violence and trigger happiness tenfold, at least. But no matter how violent and cruel she may be, she's got a pretty smart head on her shoulders, too. She's basically Nimona, Jinx, and Bakugou in one person. Chaotic Evil was made for her.

Sketch by me (desperately needs a redraw lmao)

Art by @ramdeviltart

Blaze Picrew made with @Mano_Talk's Picrew

Calista Picrew made with @ｳｼﾁｬﾝ's Picrew

That's all so far ✨️🖤

[swampstew]

Tulips

Summary: sex pollen trope is infesting my brain.

Warnings: Eustass Kid X Female Reader, consent is implied, dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism because its outside sex but no one actually witnesses it, vaginal penetration, etc etc.

Minor Do Not Interact

"Oi, Y/N. Where are you going?" the brash voice of your Captain stopped you in your tracks.

"Explore a little since we're still here. Is that not ok?" the carefree smile on your face creased with worry.

You had been growing closer with Eustass Kid day by day since you had joined the crew. In retrospect it wasn't that long ago he found you on your island and invited you to join him on his adventures. You did what you could to stay on his good side, and every opportunity you spent with him seemed to drag slowly as you learned more about each other; you wouldn't have it any other way.

He lit up every corner of your mind even when he wasn't in your presence. Infiltrating every region of your brain with his sexy, brooding demeanor. That only seemed to perk up when you kept him company. At least, you hoped that's what you saw and felt, and not something you imagined.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya - don't leave the ship without telling one of the higher ups! Don't wanna lose you, dummy."

"Well there's nobody else here so I thought it was no big deal!" you stuck your tongue out at him, "I'll try to remember next time."

Kid's face broke out with an amused look, "If you fall down into some ancient, underground dwelling and no one hears you, what then? Or if you come across a carnivorous plant that tries to eat you, you think you'd regret not telling someone you'd left the ship?"

"Oh my gods stop with your whataboutisms, I get it, I'm sorry! If you're so worried about me, come along then," you resumed your walk to the gangplank.

"Let's go on a side quest," you beamed up at him. Hoping your smile would win him over so you could greedily hog his attention.

Not that he was never not willing to give it to you. He seemed to enjoy making you beg for it lately, so you were trying a new approach that didn't feel quite so...pathetic for your own sake.

Kid studied you with a piercing gaze, the grin on his face never leaving. Only growing wider.

"Just us hmm? Sure, I guess I can spare the newest, and weakest, member some one-on-one time so they can feel safe. It's a big, scary world out there."

"Byyyeeeeee," you waved as you descended the ship, leaving him with a gaping mouth.

"Hey wait up!"

---

The weather was just right, not blazing hot and just enough cover from the foliage to create an intimate atmosphere. You could talk to him about anything and everything it felt like.

Coming up on a small field of flowers, the sudden burst of color made you hover over them in appreciation. Kid was standing behind as you smelled them. Admiring the way your curves and body rounded you out so perfectly that it made his eyes glaze over.

You let out a sneeze, straightened your posture and continued your walk. Kid watched you silently before moving, falling in step with you before you ever noticed he was gone. Soon you met a fork in the path.

“Which way?” you asked him.

“I dunno,” he smirked. Pulling a handful of flowers from behind his back, he handed them to you, not looking at you but at the two routes. “Pull the petals or something.”

Stunned, you took them, “Oh! But these are so pretty, I don’t think I can.”

With a snort, he plucked a stem from your fingers and began, “Left, right, left, right…”

You fidgeted as you waited, a sudden warmth taking over you, making you clench the stems in your hand hard enough to make them wilt.

“Left, right, aaaaaand left,” he shook the remains of the pollen in the air as he tossed the last petal. With a cool touch of his metal hand on your hip, he gently pushed you on, “C’mon, the flower decided.”

A blush touched your cheeks as you wordlessly let him lead. Kid’s touch lingered for a few yards before he let go, suddenly walking ahead a little faster.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just scouting for a place to rest.”

You picked up your pace, yet you were no match against his long strides. He almost escaped your sight as he halted and let out a sigh of relief.

“This is a good spot. Hang out here, I need to take a leak.”

Without waiting for you, he jogged between the trees.

Perplexed, you reached a natural spring and some large, flat rocks stacked upon each other towering over the stream. You chose that spot to wait, enjoying the babble of water and low trill of insects in the breeze. Checking your watch every few minutes, you soon became impatient and rocked subtly against the stone, subconsciously seeking relief for a wispy ache.

After 15 minutes, you decided to look for your Captain. Maybe one of his wild warnings came true and he was impaled in a hole somewhere. Or he got lost. Neither option made you feel good. Thinking of his hulking, muscular body dirty and bloody, you bit your lip, gnawing on the idea of nursing him back to health in the wilderness all by yourself.

You heard frustrated curses and followed them to the source.

Eustass Kid, slamming through tree barks. The wood splintered from the impact, his mechanical arm not bothered by the strike moved on to the next tree. Grabbing the trunk with both arms—

--and rutting manically against it.

“Fuck fuck fuck!!! Go away!!!!” he bent his head down and seemingly screamed at himself.

“C-captain?” you stood a few feet from him, unsure if you should have called his attention or quietly run away while you had the chance. He seemed pissed.

Kid’s scowl should have sent your soul to the grave with how fierce it was, but the only thing you felt was your blood boiling and the ache in your body growing severely. You couldn’t help the way your body naturally shifted, thighs tightening and rubbing faintly.

He saw. His golden amber eyes never missed anything.

“Y/N,” his gravelly voice was lower than normal. Slowly, he stood to his full height and turned to you. A raging boner straining against his pants. “I-I think I’m having an allergic reaction or some shit,” he tried to explain.

Your eyes went from his face to his erection, to the flowers still in your hand. Cautiously you walked up to him, closing the distance he could feel your body heat despite not really being in contact with you. You dropped all but one to the ground, cradling the bulb in your palm as you put it in front of your faces.

And crushed it.

Puffs of pollen escaped between your fingers. Your body felt like it was a slow burning candle, and the fire was not where you yearned it to be. Kid’s pupils dilated they hardly left slivers of the color you love so much.

Your bodies crashed into each other with needy, hungry fervor. Kid’s lips devoured yours, metal hand clutching your body and pinning you to a nearby tree. You wrapped your hand around his covered cock and he let out a deep groan. He thrusted into your hand, hard enough that his body trapped yours against the tree, bucking with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before you abandoned your grip and pulled yourself up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He eagerly accepted the change of pace, using his flesh hand to grab at your ass to stabilize his grinding directly between your legs. A lovely melody spilled from your lips as he kept up his ministrations, unwilling to let go now after hearing the beautiful sounds you made for him. When he wasn’t even inside you yet.

It was for that reason he took his time walking back to the spring while groping and making out with you. Slamming you against every other tree so he could pleasure you both, drawing out the anticipation with agonizing edging and teasing.

“K-Ki—” you couldn’t speak, desperation robbing your brain cells as tears streamed from your eyes. “Please!”

“I’ll take care of you,” he bit your lower lip. Quick to shed both your clothes, he laid you against the smooth rock, caressing your shoulder and hip as you felt his hardened length pressing against your core.

You let out a needy whimper, Kid kissed you as he pushed in. Feeling your mewling cries against his lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth and freed your voice.

It rose higher and higher with each thrust of his cock. His own wanton moans joining yours in chorus as you climbed your peaks together.

“Fuuuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, panting heavily over you. “U-under different c-circ—”

You hushed him with a scrape of your nails against his back, “Me-me too! Don’t stop, don’t—”

Kid shifted and grabbed your legs to sit higher on his hips, slamming into you deeply. The edges of your being felt hazy as your core tightened. Your walls fluttered around him as he rolled his hips, your moans coming out near breathless as your orgasm washed over you.

You clamped on his cock with a strangled shriek, head hitting the stone and nails digging into his arms as you came. A veil of white flooded your vision as you rode the wave, feeling your body moving with his in synchrony. Sweet moans spilled from your lips with every slap of his balls against your sopping cheeks.

Kid’s hips stuttered, letting out a choked cry as his hips pistoned faster. You felt his cock twitch before it left your gummy walls. He jerked his hand on his cock and when that wasn’t enough he pressed his length against your quivering lips, tip of the head nestled over your clit, and rut his hips until he came.

You could feel the hot spurts land on your belly, smearing and spreading between your bodies as he kept going. Pushing you both to the point of overstimulation.

“I can’t I can’t fuck I don’t want to stop!!” he roared, burrowing his fingers deep into your skin to leave bruises.

You answered with your own grinding, hungry for so much more. With each slide of his cock, your stomach coiled, wounding tightly quickly.

When you came, it was pain, pleasure, euphoria, hysteria, and tingling numbness all at once as your body tensed and pulsed. You felt the wave crest and then wetness on you. Then hotter, heavier droplets as Kid followed you with his own bliss.

A pool of fluids mixed between your bodies as you stayed locked in position, both of you catching your breaths, hearts beating wildly against each other.

“I meant it,” he finally muttered. Raising his head to look at you, rubbing his fingers on your jaw, “I did and still do. Meant to wine and dine you first.”

You smiled tenderly, half-lidded eyes drinking him in, “You still can. I’ve been wanting that very much.”

“Yeah?” he leaned to kiss your cheek, his slight movements triggered his arousal as he swelled against you. “What else have you been wanting from me?”

“A few things,” you let out a shy giggle, “Want to try some of them out while we’re here?”

Kid grinned widely, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, the aphrodisiacal effects of the flowers you inhaled will last for several, several hours.

[aquilapolariz]

memento mori (trafalgar law x reader)

Summary: You can’t help but notice Law’s obsession with death.

Notes/Warnings: Spoilers for Law’s background, headcanon HEAVY, happens right after Punk Hazard

Word Count: 1.6k | Read below the cut or on Ao3 here!

“I’ll be damned,” you started, “so Luffy really can rope anyone into his schemes. Even a Warlord.” You walked over to him, finding a spot by his side aboard the Thousand Sunny. “Ah, excuse me, ex-warlord.”

He looked at you in the corner of his eye, his head refusing to turn away from the shore Punk Hazard. “It’s out of necessity,” Law mumbled.

“My captain wants the same thing you want- necessity and coincidence are all you need.”

Law grasped his sword, holding it tight, trying to seek some comfort. “It’s only the second time running into you Strawhats, but both those times have been…chaotic. Feels like a little more than a coincidence.”

You think back to Saobody and seeing Law for the first time in the flesh; he was handsome, cocky, and intriguing. The holder of the Opu Opu no Mi, and a doctor no less- the perfect complement to his devil fruit, you noted.

Power gravitates to power. Luffy seemed to pull in both Eustass Kidd and Trafalgar Law when they fought off the Navy outside the Celestial Dragon’s auction house.

Intellect gravitates to intellect. As the Strawhat’s Devil fruit researcher, you knew that the Opu Opu no Mi was one of the most versatile fruits to exist. As Law fought, you observed. With just one word he established a room and stood in the same spot in order to fight, separating people’s limbs from their bodies. Why is he tossing some Navy guy’s head in his hand like a baseball? What a weird guy. You laughed to yourself, letting the three supernovas effortlessly take out the marines.

A long two years later, aboard the Sunny, and Law looked as handsome as ever. But his weariness was revealed in his constant scowl. He was tired, seemingly ready to throw his life away. Even the setting sun, fiery and blazing, couldn’t seem to melt the ice in his cold eyes.

“Must be fate then,” you concluded. Rather, intervention for Law’s state of mind in the form of your crew.

Your attentive gaze was always noticed by his own, even at Saobody. You looked at him with curiosity as if you could read his every thought, as if you desperately wanted to. If this was a battle of observation and wit, then so be it. Law was a complex man, and you would love to pick apart his brain, and as much as he was loath to admit, he would love to pick apart yours.

“Chopper told me you healed the kids from Caesar’s drug. Thank you,” you said kindly as the Sunny drifted away from Punk Hazard, the children and the Marines waving goodbye.

“You shouldn’t thank me. They still have to go through painful treatment,” Law said.

“So the Opu Opu no Mi has limits?”

“If I could cure everything, I would. Those children have been consistently consuming that drug for over a year. It’s part of their bloodstream at this point. They’ll have to deal with withdrawals, their abnormal body sizes, reintegrating back into society, and any residual effects we don’t know about.”

You breathed in, savoring the salty air that you missed during the chaos at Punk Hazard. “They will suffer, true. But at least…it’ll be a little less than it was before. Their families have missed them.”

Law gritted his teeth. He felt ashamed, complicit in those children’s pain for so long. How dare he call himself a doctor?

“Why do you, as a doctor, have the word ‘death’ on your hand?” Your hand shot out to grab his wrist. You brought it close to your face, studying his tattoo. “A little contradictory for someone who seems to take his job seriously.”

“It’s a memento mori of sorts,” he replied vaguely. Your hand on his sent unfamiliar- and unwanted- shivers up his spine.

“A reminder of mortality, huh?” Law nodded, impressed.

He nodded, “It’s also plastered on the side of my submarine.” It’s been a while since he’s seen his trusty yellow vessel, his Jolly Roger painted black next to the word “DEATH,” just like his own tattoos.

“That I believe. Wait, you have a submarine?” Law noticed your eyes light up as they looked at him.

“Yeah, the Polar Tang.”

You hummed, imagining how wondrous it would be to see the depths of the ocean every single day at sea. “Did you become a surgeon before or after eating your devil fruit?”

“After, I guess.” He called himself a surgeon ever since he extracted White Lead Disease from his own body. A doctor since the age of twelve, only by necessity.

“You guess?” You questioned.

“I guess,” Law smirked.

“You said your devil fruit has limits…?”

“Of course, it can only do so much.”

“I think…I get it now.”

Law raised an eyebrow.

“With your fruit, you are the perfect doctor. But even then…” Your eyes traced the letters on Law’s fingers.

He slowly took his hand out of your grasp. “People still die,” he said.

“Doctors know death better than anyone, huh?” You said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened. After being constantly surrounded by idiots, being in your presence was refreshing, enjoyable even. “Did your research, it seems.”

You shook your head. “Research alone wouldn’t tell me something like that. Plus, I’m sure I’m missing some details.”

And you were. Law knows Death all too well. Death from sickness. His sister, his parents. Death from murder. Corazon. Death by his own hand. The hundreds of pirates whose hearts he gave away to the Navy. The death he hopes to deliver to Doflamingo. To stray away from death would be to stray away from his identity, so clearly conveyed in the ink on his fingers.

“My tattoos constantly remind me of what I’m trying to get my patients to avoid. Sure, it’s a memento mori, but it’s not only for my own sake. It’s for everyone’s, especially the lives I hold in my hand, both as a captain and a doctor.”

No one ever questioned the presence of his tattoos, his fascination with death. Many assumed he just wanted to be an edgy doctor-pirate, living up to his unsettling name of Surgeon of Death. But those inquisitive eyes of yours seemed to see right through him, down to the depths of his very being, past all of those preconceived notions. You seemed to hang onto every word he said, urgently and desperately, making him feel like he was the only person in the world when you spoke to him.

“It’s just that,” he felt his breath catch in his throat, “it’s always a good thing to remind ourselves that we’re not immortal. Even if I help some live longer, it’s only just that. Death is the one thing I can guarantee everyone- I can’t promise life.”

The fiery sunlight danced upon the waters of the ocean, closer than ever to melting away Law’s icy gaze.

“So…how’d you end up a surgeon?”

“My father was one,” he said dismissively, “and I just happened to eat the perfect devil fruit for that line of work.”

“A mighty coincidence,” you noted amusedly, well-aware that Law wasn’t telling you everything.

And Law, too, was aware that you could see that.

“How’d someone as observant as you end up on a crew of idiots?”

You shrugged. “They’re not all idiots though,” you said, glancing at Franky tinkering with his latest device as Robin watched.

“Could join my crew instead.” Law cringed at his own words as soon as they left his mouth. Would he even be alive when all the dust has settled in Dressrosa? What would be the point of you joining his crew if he wasn’t there? But his body and mind, under stress and anticipation since Luffy arrived on Punk Hazard, knew he needed someone like you, now more than ever. And so he spoke it without a thought.

How quickly curiosity gravitates to curiosity.

You rolled your eyes. “Gotta give me something worth leaving this for,” you gestured broadly at the Sunny.

“Like I said, I have a submarine. It’s a whole other world down there.”

“You’ve probably seen things that no pirate has ever even dreamed of seeing, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s like Fishman Island, multiplied by a thousand.”

“Fishman Island really was beautiful…I would like to visit your Polar Tang one day. As a visitor,” you clarified. “There’s a reason I’m on this crew- everyone helps each other to live life to the absolute fullest.” A sting of jealousy pierces his heart as Law watches you look at your crew fondly, with all the love in the world. He feels his heart skip a beat despite your expected rejection to join his crew. You sighed. “Law, it’s like you said. Death is sure to happen but…in the meantime, we can’t forget to live.”

But how could he do that when he had a soul to avenge? Corazon’s soul- a death that weighed heavy on his heart, one that he swore to never forget.

“To live?” He asked, his voice shaky as veins in his hands started to feel like pins and needles.

“To live is to laugh…is to cry, to love, to feel.” You tore your eyes away from the crew to look at the broken man before you. “It’s to be free.”

Those words sounded oddly familiar. Corazon’s last words echoed in Law’s mind: “You are now…truly free.” Looking at you, the ice in his eyes started to thaw. With every blink, the details in your face were becoming blurry, the Sunny feeling like it came to a full stop.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Law as he stared at his tattooed fingers. As he squinted at them, the five letters on each finger, spelling out the word DEATH, started to blur. In his vision, those same letters started to waver, each one morphing into entirely new letters. With you in his periphery, he mumbled out the new word that it formed:

“Alive.”

~bonus:

“…Is this…how (Y/N) flirts?” Usopp asked Nami as they hid behind the tangerine trees.

“Through an interrogation? Yeah, seems about right.”

“Hey, what are you guys whispering abo-?” Luffy said.

Nami pulled him behind the tangerine tree. “Shhh!”

“Why does Tra-guy seem to only like talking to (Y/N)?” Luffy frowned.

“Because-“

“Could join my crew,” Law said to you in the distance.

“OH SO HE’S TRYING TO STEAL THEM FROM THE CREW, GUM-GUM ELEPHANT GUN!!!!!!!”

Usopp and Nami threw themselves onto their captain to prevent him from transforming, “LUFFY NOOOOOOOO.”

[hirsheyskisses]

hi could you write a scenario for kid with a crush that is like luffy who likes to prank him, tease and annoy him bc they find it funny, and know they can get away with it hhehekshrkhsk

Can't Take It.

EUSTASS KID x READER (short)

Summary: you love to pop out of nowhere. It doesn't matter what Kidd does, you'll arrive when he least expects it, and he hates (loves) it.

☆ kidd honestly can't help it. When you pop out of nowhere to greet him fresh after he's woken, he can't help but want to throw you on his bed and squish you.

☆ you have managed to scare the living daylights out of him in the middle of the night, when you teleport in front of him like a fucking ghost

☆ honestly the crew kinda hates it (but they get you back in their own way)

☆ but kid? No, he just grumbles and throws you over his shoulder, trying not to concentrate on how close you are and instead tries to assert dominance

☆ you couldn't care less though.. because you know he doesn't mind one bit.

Eustass Captain Kid does not do crushes. Especially not over someone like you. Or well, that's what he rants about to Killer, who'd had the audacity to accuse him of being in love with you. How dare he?! Sure, his heart flutters whenever he sees you, and he's always looking for you in the heat of battle, and he constantly needs to make sure that you're not up to something. But damn it, you keep popping out of nowhere. It doesn't help you have the teleport fruit, that allows you to pop up wherever you damn please.

Kidd has to be on constant guard in case you just pop up in front of him, his observation haki only able to pick up on your presence on the last possible second. God's he hates it even more when you pop up in the workshop, with that cute sparkle in your eyes as you snatch his tools to make him take a break, or randomly teleport him to odd spots around the ship, or how you'll so cutesy ask what he's making..

Okay, maybe Killer is right.. maybe it's a slight crush.

But that wasn't the point! You enraged him! Yet.. yet you were the only one he couldn't bring himself to punish for disturbing him. No, part of him actually looked forward to-

"GOTCHA!"

"FUCKING- (NAME)!"

He was yanked out of his thoughts as your arms wrapped around his neck, evil laughter ringing in his ears as he spun, reaching for you, but you were already halfway across the room, cackling at him. "Gotcha! Should've seen your face!" You wheezed, watching Kid's face contort as he stormed over to you, placing a hand on your head and forcing you to look at him.

God, your face was beautiful- you grinned at him so innocently even as he, Eustass Captain Kid, held your skull, even if his touch was gentle. "I told ya to stop that shit!" He grumbled, to which you laughed, "then stop making it so easyyy!"

"Damn woman." He cursed with a grin, pushing you against the wall. You met his annoyance with fire, staring up at him with blazing eyes. "Not my fault you lack awareness of your surroundings!" You stuck your tongue out at him, and fuck, he wanted to kiss you so bad- but Kid restrained himself, instead retorting, "Shouldn't need to worry about little shits on my ship everywhere." "You knew what you signed up for taking me in, Cap'n~" your voice teasing, "I am known for slitting people's throats without anyone knowing who I am."

He scoffed, dropping from your head as he turned around, "save that damn energy for the marines, woman!"

As if on cue, you flickered into view in front of his eyes. But before you could even squeak out a word he had his prosthetic arm around your lower torso, hoisting you up with ease as he continued walking. "Heyy! No fair! I can't teleport if you're holding meeee," you whined, to which Kidd smirked. "Can always teleport with me." "Thats no fun!"

"Works for me." Kid grunted softly, partially dying inside due to how you held onto him, arms wrapped around his neck yet again, and he could feel your hot breath fanning against his neck. "Hmph!"

He thought he was imagining things when you moved a bit closer, and Kidd picked up his pace to the workshop.

"Besides.. still need your damn imput in the workshop. So.. just stop conplaining!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt his stomach drop, quite literally, as mid step he appeared in the workshop. "Oh! Why didn't ya just say so-" "for fucks sake woman you know I hate that without warning!" He glared at you, teeth grinding as he dropped you on his desk.

"I was just being helpfulll," you teasingly poked at his shoulder, to which Kidd sighed.

He.. just couldn't bring himself to be mad at you.. and you knew it.

[echantedtoon]

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch4 M I N E

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Eiichiro Oda for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

Warnings for yandere themes, mentioned entertainment district and spicy stuff but it will STAY sfw, Kid's in cannon killing streak and violence, maybe some cussing, and kidnapping.

The song used is Apple Blossoms from the anime Mashiro no OTO linked below.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XAqYuYkw32s&list=LL&index=4&pp=gAQBiAQB )

Tagging @punks-never-die205 @feiatjjk

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@purplesoulsapphire

The nature of the night brought out the animals and fever in all man. Blinding them all to their whims and igniting a natural crave in all to satisfy.  The festival held up tonight started that bright desire.

Fireworks are chaos and unpredictability. Their explosive gifts like heaven's art. Filling the night with their bright dreams, born to live through colour then die again. The spectators seeing their blazing trails arc above. There's something about them that warms the heart even in the cold, as if their stray sparks passed into their blood.

So tell her why must the heavenly lights bring amongst their happy lights such sorrows?

Why must such sorrows take a hold of your skin at the time of happiness amongst the hundreds of others laughing at the company of others and the dazzling gleam of lights reflecting off their eyes like hundreds of tiny mirrors to the souls. The laughter's ambience and joyous sights held nothing within the mind of one that found nothing but sorrows.

She felt no happiness. Just a sense a duty. A 'must get the job done' attitude with a true neutrality. Felt no spark when you were ushered away to be properly dressed up as beautiful as the lights in the sky. Felt no hope despite the immense dancing of the crowds and the joyous laughter they exuded towards the heavenly lights of the dark abyss.Filling their heads with joy and their hearts with warmth. 

The music of the giant celebration gently flowed throughout and between the beautiful decorations wrapped around the walls of buildings. The way the candles inside lanterns lit up the surroundings and made the shadows beautifully dance against the walls. The way the smell of delicious foods being sold by vendors and the thick gunpowder and smoke wafted through the air. The beautiful music mixing with the laughter and talking of the guests around the lights.

It was almost like a dream. Everyone having a great time behind their happy faces, no one telling who they were or maybe that was all part of the game. The fun of not knowing who you were speaking too and being able to be your own person tonight. But maybe she wasn't meant to join the fun and laughter that everyone else seemed to be having. 

For tonight the merriment was not going to be able to get to her. For it had started with a fear. A fear stricken girl whom had immediately barged onto the stage the star was performing her dances and smiling sweetly at the happy crowd gathered to watch the performances. Stopping the smile on her face by uttering twenty eight words.

"I-It's Eustass Kid! He's back! P-Please come back to the house!," she pleased clutching a hold of the oiran's sleeve crying. "H-He's demanding that you sho-show up or else he's going to do something bad. Ple-Please come back!"

So the night begin. 

First coming back to the house in an extremely ungraceful fashion. Her arm clutched within the death grip of the scared girl pulling her along in a run. Her shoes lost in the scuffle and her flowing robes clutched up into her arms to avoid dragging the ground. The crowds murmurs blurring hearing and crowds bumping constantly enough to feel like being squeezed in a sardine can. Secondly arriving at the home only to be greeted by quite a sight. 

Girls crying out. Sobbing and cheeks tear soaked. Even those whom weren't crying were scared. Cowering in corners and against walls curled up and clutching onto each other for comfort. Some hiding behind furniture or within the curtained doorways. 

This never happened. Something had happened in the hours she was gone entertaining and now a dreaded feeling of wrongness painted these walls. 

"Oiran Y/n-san!," the house master cried out in relief somehow looking even more pathetic and scared than the girls around himself. "Thank the gods you're here! He's going to murder everyone if you don't do something!"

"Master, what happened here?"

"It doesn't matter!" He screamed in her face forcibly grabbing her by the arm and pulling her along harshly towards the nearest flight of stairs. "You get in there and please him so my business doesn't burn down with him!"

Stairs winding and long greeted feet as they thudded along. Marching on their death parade to execution. Or it felt that way. Climbing wider and higher towards the dead end that sank in their doom. The only thing between her and the fate being a thin sliding door that even seemed thinner, barely containing the fright that stood behind it's barrier. To be seen by the orbs that were pulled harshly and yanked towards the door by the man who shot a snarl at her.

"I don't know what happened between the two of you the last time he was here-" A finger pointed at her face. "-but whatever it was caused me a week's worth of free business then and now he comes back strolling in like he owns my very house. So whatever damages he causes remember that YOU are solely responsible for it! As you are responsible for gett rid of him!" With that the harsh grip around her wrist left. The man instead using those hands to straighten his appearance before inhaling and forcing a smile on his face. The door sliding open just slightly to peep his head in. "I'm so sorry for the wait, Sir. She's here now so I'll send her right in."

With that he turned back to bore a deep scowl at the woman whom blinked as the man backed away leaving her to be left alone to face the ever looming danger on the other side of the door. 

The door that should have closed two years ago.

The one week two years ago that seemed more like a distant dream than an actual memory. It had been so long ago that she last saw the pirate. The red haired devil that roamed the seas. The very one claimed to be behind the door again. For what purpose has he returned? Perhaps the festivities attracted more than just the citizens' attention but the attention of sea fairing men as well. After what must've been forever in silence passed, footsteps approached the door. A small hand reached out to grab the door. With a drag sound it opened up for the calm woman to step instead.

And the calmness was quickly replaced by shock and frozen ice as they widened at the sight they beheld. 

Amber eyes turned on the beautiful woman who stared back at him with shock. Red lips pulled back in a smirk. "Dove. You haven't really changed much."

He chuckled at the reaction of hers but he was expecting that. After all he did look quite different than the last time they saw each other. He wasn't really offended by the way beautiful eyes followed the movements of his metal arm as it reached out for a gourd of sake and brought it too his mouth. The sweet bitter sour taste of the liquid burnt out his throat but was a welcomed one. Eyes roamed over his body. Noting the radical changes to it.

Eustass Kid no longer had two arms. Well she supposed he did but one was clearly prosthetic and clanked lightly with his movements. Gone were the jewelry on his wrists and the old coat she remembered. He seemed much more..

Larger. Stronger. Opposing.

Dangerous.

She supposed that a life of a pirate would lead to that. Changes of one's self was a part of life. Though the dangerous part still stood. While she had not seen him, takes of his misdeeds were not unheard of to her ears. Most noticable that his previous bounty had been. Raised to four hundred seventy million berries for the astrocities occured by his hands. But even so she quickly calmed herself before bowing with a smile.

"Captain Kid-san. What a nice surprise. It has over two years since we had met last."

"Again with the formal shit huh?" He huffed leaning his head into his remaining arm maintaining that smirk. "Cut that shit out. We're both pretty...familiar  with one another. We got pretty close  during my stay here.~"

Yes. The physical intimacy they did partake in. However she merely chuckled at his overtly flirtatious innuendos thrown her way used to such things in her line of duty. However that still begged the question in her mind.

"Your arrival is an unexpected surprise but a welcome one. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Amber eyes seemed to hyper focus as she walked in calmly closing the door behind her. Closing the two inside and blocking out any outsiders. Walking into his wanting space that DEMANDED he reach out and take. To hold, keep, and take for himself. 

The want started when he first saw her. Increased with a single kiss. And solidified itself when the first intimate act was initiated. He had brushed it off back then. He had important goals and wants to do like becoming the Pirate King. But the want jabbed his head every moment he left. Dreams consisting of beautiful eyes staring at him. Mornings women up in disappointment there was no sweet warmth beside him to greet him. No sweet smiles staring at him with eyes so bright and without fear of approaching the Red Devil. 

He refused to give into the wants. He wasn't about to be weak with emotions. But after so long the WANT became unbearable. Then the epiphany hit him. He could fucking do whatever he wanted. If he wanted riches he took it. If he wanted power he took it. So if he wanted this woman-

"I happened to be in the area and wanted to stop by. That a problem?"

"Of course not. I'm just surprised that you showed up so quickly. Usually I am the one who goes to visit my customers." She calmly walked on over to the tea kettle in the middle of the room, leaning down to fiddle with the top before it came off. "Would you perhaps like a cup of tea?"

"And drink that liquid donkey shit? No thanks." His eyes narrowed slightly. "What took you so long to get here? Was it..another one of those customers?"

Her head turned at him. The tone underlining with something sinister but she smiled. "Not tonight. I was performing for the festival when you sent for me. I do apologize for my delay but I am here now. That's what's important."

"...Heh. You're dam right about that part." Her eyes blinked when the cold of metal touched her skin and tilted her head up to him. "I missed this pretty face."

"I thank you for the compliment. It'll be nice to catch up before I leave."

In an instant the air in the room shifted. Becoming so tense. Thick enough one would have to cut it with a knife just to hear the silence. The smirk previously on his face gone as nothing was left behind but a blank slate. It took maybe two minutes of them staring at each other in the silence. Before a new emotion wrenched his gut making him growl.

"What?" 

"My contract has been bought by a man named Orochi. I am to be sent to his personal residence the first of next month." Her palm demeanor never changed despite the goosebumps crawling across her skin from the intensity of the look in his eyes. "Although I do not know who he is or what he looks like. My contract was bought through messenger. I have no choice in the matter of my contract."

She decided to add that last part in a way to deflect anger from herself and hopefully bring calm to the way his jaw clenched. He did not move as she reached up to gently cup the cold metal arm in hers. 

"It doesn't matter however. What's done is done and there's no point in getting brash over it. We have now so let us make the most of it."

Perhaps the mentioning of her contract will spare the house and get him to leave the poor girls alone like the house master wanted. If she wasn't here there'd be no reason for him to return. He still did not move staying eerily quiet, before a strained almost manic smile crossed his face. 

"That's right, Dove. It doesn't fucking matter cuz you're mine now. Why don'tcha grab that guitar over there and play me that song from last time? I wanna hear your pretty voice.~"

She smiled. "If that's what you'd like."

She happily (and secretly a bit relieved) got up and shuffled to the other side of the room to grab the shamisen leaning against the wall and turned. He kept smiling widely and a hand slowly patted the spot next to him.

"Come sit down right here, Pretty Dove. That way I can get a first row seat to my show."

The same prickling goosebumps feeling went down her back but she merely only bowed before shuffling over and calmly sitting down into place, holding her shamisen ready, and starting to prick away the notes to the song that was her favorite.

"Saa! Ah!   Ah, ah, saa!"

A beautiful voice waved off the walls with the echoes of music notes playing just for the two in the company of the room. The distance cheering of voices and bursting fireworks being the only ones accompanying her music.

"Now we begin.  Ah even the trees on winter days, repose with their limbs buried in snow awaiting the moment for their buds to emerge."

A feeling on her forehead caused orbs towards the touch despite her hands keeping up with the tempo of the song and her voice still singing the song. The touch was his hand reaching out to remove a few stray strands of silky shiny hair from her face allowing him a clear view of her.

 "Ah, in Spring they are delicately, deftly pruned. Wearing medicinal herbs as make up, they revisit their youth."

Her eyes watched his own as amber eyes stared at her.

WANT.

Want they said. Not in lust. But as a whole. Want. Take. WANT WANT WANT!! NOW!! Her eyes slowly closed-

"Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me while you sing," he said organic hand cupping her cheek.

It didn't sound like a threat but she complied opening her eyes again much to his pleasure as he practically melted watching her. As she continued to sing through this strange eye contact.

"These flowers blossom but once a year."

He leaned closer. Enough for her to feel a bubble of uncomfort and the warmth radiating off his body. It was equal parts frightening and worrying but she wasn't confused. She knew what she was seeing and she was frightened by it.

"Ah when Autumn comes and it shows it's face once more it has ripened and taken on a luscious red hue and it's taste is even finer than it's color-"

She stopped when something suddenly happened. She gasped out as she was pulled forward, and in a second found herself placed in a rather compromised position, the shamisen falling with a clatter to the ground. Now in the pirate's lap with his strong arms cradling her to his chest. The redness in her cheeks was instant as he chuckled which ended in a relaxed exhale through his nose before looking at her surprised face.

"You're fucking easy to surprise, Dove.~ I thought you would've been used to a man's touch by now 'specially mine."

"I-...This D-Does not happen often. You caught me off guard."

"Better get used to it, Doll. It'll happen more often." She blinked foreheads suddenly touching.

"What?" 

Hold increased on her as his insane grin widened. "Did you forget? Nothing matters cuz you're mine now. I said so." Orbs widened in realization of the words spoken. "You ain't leaving next month. You're fucking coming back with me and I'll fucking tear whoever gets in my way limb from limb slowly from the joints."

Whatever the Captain wanted he got. 

WANT. TAKE. PLUNDER. KEEP.

M I N E.

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

wait fr fr are there people who unironically ship kidkillerlaw? Like yes, I am deranged for ASL but I am equally as insane for Kiddkiller. Anyways, even if there aren't, I have a fic idea for this ship.

In this, Kidd's a king, Killer is his right hand man and Law is a foreigner just appeared one day and seduces the king. There's the conventional story of Kiddlaw falling in love with stolen glances, intimate moments and oddly violent shittalking/flirting.

However, dare I suggest a twist? Kidd is Killer's first love.

One day, on a blazing hot afternoon, Kidd returns to his private quarters pissed. He's ranting to Killer about how "God damn annoying some soldiers could be" and Killer's mindlessly nodding away while very shamelessly staring at his body.

There's just something about the way his muscles flex and move when he's angry. He looks so damn powerful and mouthwateringly strong. Kidd's gold eyes catch the sunlight and Killer thought the colour looked like fire, the passion of war.

Kidd then takes his pants off as casually as ever. They've seen each other naked plenty of times growing up—it's fine! Killer nearly chokes on his spit. Since when Kidd was so thic? Killer hopes Kidd would crush him with his thighs.

Kidd stares at Killer like, "Dude were you fucking listening to me? We gotta do something about our fucking military!"

Killer just nods. Uh-huh. Yup, yup we need new armour.

Kidd knows Killer wasn't listening but he assumes it was the weather and not... well, no one casually assumes that your right-hand-man-best-friend is lusting over you. He shrugs and tells Killer to help prepare a bath for him and Killer immediately runs out, panting, on the verge of going insane.

Damn, Killer thinks sadly, Law better treat his best friend well...

And yet! Killer's turmoil is not over.

When Kidd and Law get married, Killer's tasked to stay behind to protect Law on Kidd's behalf whenever Kidd has to leave for some foreign affair thing. Killer was jealous of Law but succeeds in looking professional. However, at some point, something cracks.

The evening was cool and pleasant when it happened. Law suddenly said that he wanted to take a walk and Killer figured why not. Usually quiet, Law speaks first this time—not about foreign affairs. He asks about Killer's day, what he ate, if he met anyone new today.

Killer was surprised. Law's manipulative and scheming to everyone who isn't Kidd. He asked why Law was so friendly all of a sudden. Law laughs in Killer's face. Killer notices how his mouth twitches upwards to form a smile. It was cruel but also kind of hot.

"You're lonely without Eustass too," Law says like he would lose nothing. He says that openly because he's lonely too. "Why don't we become friends? It won't be so awkward during dinner. Of course, I can't replace Eustass, but I think I'm tolerable company."

Killer shrugs. Why not?

They talk more and Killer understands more and more why Kidd genuinely fell in love with Law. He's reserved, analytical and sharp-tongued. Law is a brat but he only really pays attention to people he likes and it shows.

Oh. And when Killer drops him off at the podium because Law wants to read, Killer does what Kidd does and kisses Law's hand. When he glances up, Law just looks so amused at how awkward he is. Oh no.

Law's beautiful.

[soleilnomoon]

Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!

hihi  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ i love writing for kidd, he’s so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading 💛💕

1k words (it wasn’t my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it’s there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc that’s how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & that’s how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't 💕)

it’s not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didn’t think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isn’t immune to that behavior.

a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. you’re determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.

after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kidd’s lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. he’d meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.

now you’re gone.

it’s a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wire’s hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesn’t like that you left the party early, and he doesn’t like that he’s a little bit miserable because you’re not with him right now.

it’s foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but it’s not enough to make him turn back around.

when he finds your backdoor unlocked — a nasty habit that he can’t believe you refuse to correct — a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didn’t bother locking the door because you knew he’d eventually make his way over — you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.

and because he’s incapable of stealth when he’s annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.

the man’s stomach is an abyss, you’re quite sure of it now.

“there are plates, y’know,” you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, “and napkins too.” since it’s obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesn’t see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that — which is possibly why he keeps doing it.

“didn’t feel like using them.”

his answer should annoy you, but it doesn’t; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesn’t go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.

“why do you keep leaving that door unlocked?”

you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize he’s serious. “you ask me that all the time,” you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. “and what do i always say?” you place your hands on his chest — soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.

because you like to do that — touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except it’s hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.

when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. it’s in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him — the decision is rash, and he hasn’t thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.

your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.

he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally he’s just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know you’ll be lonely when kidd leaves — more unpleasant feelings that you can’t seem to keep hidden.

you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you — slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.

“come with me,” he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know you’re so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. “why?”

you wish he’d let this go — but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad he’s pressing the issue. “because…” you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kidd’s stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like he’s trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but you’re panting when you speak again.

“w-what if you get tired of me?” your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.

kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “is that all?” a ridiculous fear, but he can’t really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.

you want to tell him that you’re being very serious, but don’t get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; he’s just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.

[paper-mache-socks]

Wrote this at work and on my phone-

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x GN!Reader

Warnings: unedited, death, blood, non-conseual kissing, Yada yada

Your wanted poster didn't you do enough justice. You were much more prettier when he first saw you on Sabaody. His eye caught you sitting in the very back if the auction house. Even though the auction house was loud with people screaming bets, all he seemed to hear was your voice talking to your crew.

He's never felt something so intense in his entire life. Sure he's had some flings here and there but nothing made his heart beat faster than seeing your wanted poster for the first time. Even though his heart beat rapidly at the sight of your poster, he hated you at the beginning. He couldn't let someone distract him from becoming King of the Pirates. Yet with every wanted poster he saw, the more you wiggled your way into his heart. He's never even met you and you already have his heart in the palm of your hand without knowing it.

He could feel his heart trying to drag himself closer to where you and your crew sat. Gritting his teeth was all he could do to stop himself. He couldn't talk to you, not yet at least. Not in such a crowded place where stuck up bastards spent their time. Especially not when your surrounded by your crew. Bunch of nobodies who couldn't protect you like he could. You'd be safe with him. He would make sure nothing would hurt you. Even if that meant locking you up for only him to see

~~~

Straw hat is so fucking dead! Punching a Celestial Dragon causing the marines to show up wasn't on his to do list. Not when he was suppose to see you. Normally he wouldn't mind kicking those usless marines ass's but out of all the days to pull a stunt like this, it had to be today!

Despite fighting, his eyes still wandered around, hoping to see you somewhere. You'd see how strong he truly was and how easy your life would be if you joined him and left that worthless crew behind. Surely you've seen his bounty! Who'd dare threaten you when you'd be by his side?

Yet, that nagging feeling eats away at him that you'd sat no. That you'd want to be alone. If that were the case, then he'd just have to take a bit more drastic measures. Killing your crew would be an easy task that he was already planning on doing. Sinking your ship wouldn't take much effort either. In fact, it could decorate the sea floor nicely, but what if you tried to run and hide at a friend or family's house? Well, that wouldn't do either! Killing everyone that could possibly take you away from him was simply the only way to soothe the thought of them stealing you away from him. With everything you've love gone, he'd be the only person that you'd give it too. The only person you had left, you'll love him no matter what.

Soon enough, you'll see just how much he loves you.

~~~

A loud boom woke you up from you sleep as you felt your entire ship shake. The sound of your crew screaming and pleading had you jumping from your bed to put on clothes and grabbing your weapon.

Slamming the door open, you see a scene from your nightmares. Your entire crew laid lifeless on the deck, slaughtered without mercy. Flames consuming the deck at record speed. The heat was unbearable as smoke invaded your lungs. You tried to pinpoint what had caused the fire and who killed your entire crew. Yet, you couldn't see anything in front of you as the smoke was too thick.

"Hey! Is anyone alive?! Say something!" Your voiced carried throughout the burning ship but was met with silence.

"Anybody please!" Again met with silence. You feel tears swell up in your eyes as your body grows weak. All the smoke you've inhaled has finally it's toll. You crashed down to the ground, heat surrounds you as the sound of flickering flames had tears flowing faster down your face. You were going to die here. Alone with the corpses of your crew and your ship burning a blaze.

Just then, the sound of footsteps caught your dwindling attention. Looking up, you see bright red hair and orange eyes staring right at you. Even with the desperation to fight, your body was too weak. You felt your eyes close as you feared that you'd never wake up.

~~~

The warmth of a bed had you cuddling closer into it. Sleeping in was your favorite thing to do when it was a calm morning. Everyone on your crew knew it too-

Your crew!

Your eyes burst open and instead of seeing your room and what you thought was a bad dream, you were instead in a bedroom you've never seen before. Fear and realization hit you as the horrors you saw wasn't a dream. The reality that your crew was dead and your ship burned till it sank. Now you were in some random room.

You go to leave the bed when you head footsteps make their way near the room where you resided. Grabbing the covers you slam your body back down to the bed and shut your eyes. Pretending to sleep, hoping that whoever it was would leave you alone.

Despite your silent pleas, you could hear the door open and close. Footsteps walking their way to the opposite side of the bed. The bed dipped behind you and the sound of boots coming off had your heart beating rapidly. You wished to say something, to scream but you simply couldn't. You've never been in such a situation before . The shock of everything being taken away from you didn't help you either.

You trying to keep your breathing steady but you then froze when you feel two strong arms wrap around you. A weight rested against the space between your shoulder and your head.

"Fucking finally. Your here with me." A males voice whispered. You've never heard it before which only made you more concerned.

"Now, with your stupid crew and ship out of the picture, we'll never be apart. I'll protect you from worthless idiots who dare stand in our way." His arms pull you closer as he buried his face in your neck. His breath caused goosebumps to cover your body. You could feel his lips place gentle kisses on your neck. An unnerving laugh echoed in your ear.

"We'll be the most feared pirates in the New World. Killing anyone who dares to challenge me. Who dares think that they could have you for themselves. Your all mine. And I'll kill anyone who tries to have you for themselves." His once calm voice sooner turn dark as his words settle in. You didn't know who he could possibly be. You weren't one to talk to other pirates and you weren't that well known.

'Maybe I could take a small peak?' Your eyes barely open as you try to get a quick look when you see eyes staring back at you.

"Your awake. Fucking took long enough." His eyes held an insanity that you've never seen before along with a smile that made your blood run cold. It's then when your finally paid more attention to the walls of the room you were stuck in. Your wanted poster scattered across the walls which left you speechless.

"I don't even need those damn papers anymore. Not when I have the real you here." His grip got stronger and you feel and overwhelming warmth against your back as he held you tight enough to where to were caged against his chest and unable to move.

"W-Who are you?" Wrong choice of words you realize when you feel his grip on you turn bone crushing. You struggle to breathe as you hear the familiar darkness in his voice.

"You should know my name." You feared what was in store for you when he looked at you with his deranged eyes. The arm that was under you quickly moved towards your throat in a quick movement. With a single squeeze, your air flow had been cut almost completely. Your hands managed to get free and you start to claw and pull at his hand.

"I'll give you something to rejog your memory." The sound of a drawer opening and closing had you shaking when you felt a cold point press against your skin. The sharp point dug into your shoulder blade harshly. You try to say something but you simply couldn't with such a tight grip on your throat.

The sharp point soon broke into your skin making you let put a choked cry of pain. You try to move but the hand only squeezed your throat tighter. The sharp metal sliced through your skin like a scalpel yet still hitting bone. You desperately tried to pull of the grip on your throat and you body moved slightly, trying to get away from the pain. It only made it worse as tears poured down your face as you tried looking around the room for a clue as to the man was.

His room was filled with mechanical stuff and tools not to mention your wanted poster everywhere. But a different one caught your eye. It was near the door and through your tears you try to read out the name.

EUSTASS 'CAPITAN' KIDD: WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE, 350 MILLION BERRIES

Your eyes scan the picture and the man behind you quickly through your tears and saw that there was no doubt that the man carving into your skin was the same man on the poster.

"Kidd! Your name is Kidd!" The feeling of the metal stopping as soon as the words left your mouth. The grip on your throat left and you coughed as you try to gain the air that you were denied.

Both arms wrapped around you once again as you heard something get thrown to a unknown corner of the room.

"I knew you'd remember it. You just needed a little reminder." The stinging pain of the fresh wound made tears clog your eyes even worse and the feeling to throw up from the pain became present. Blood could be felt dripping down you back as you shivered in pain. Pressure was soon applied to your wound as you felt Kidd's chest against your back. He must have noticed you wince in pain because you feel him kiss your neck before snuggling up in it.

"I did it just to show you how much I love you. And I know that you love me too. If you don't..." You feel another crushing hold.

"I'll make you."

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide (5677 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth

catch up here Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Wano Arc (One Piece) Spoilers, Possession, straw hat pirates polycule, Action/Adventure, Power of Friendship, Established Relationship, Kaidou Lives, basil hawkins lives, caesar clown joins the straw hats, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change

Summary: Realizing something is very, very wrong after the fight with Kaidou, Luffy seeks out Robin for comfort and advice. What he tells her is unsettling.

Luffy is hearing the voice of a god, and he wants it out of his head.

-

King had only been half conscious when Zoro had grabbed him by the throat, eyes blazing.

"The captain says you need to leave. Take Kaidou and your men and go, and never come back to this country."

It was a demand from the victor, an edict from the strong to the beaten. His memory was muddled, most of the way their battle ended told through the lingering pain in slowly mending wounds rather than firm memory.

He’d laughed, breath rasping from his bloodied lips as the swordsman’s fingers tightened around his throat. It was the law of the jungle– he’d said as much when the swordsman finally dropped him. They were beaten, and they would listen.

Wano’s future was in the hands of the victors. As he watched the man’s retreating back, he’d thanked him for the honorable fight and wished him luck on his path following the man he wished to be King of the Pirates.

He’d done as he was commanded. He gathered up the beaten remnants of their crew and the bodies of those Wano wouldn’t respect in their deaths. He’d carried the man who saved him all those years ago in his arms to the ship himself. His captain. His inspiration, the man who gave him purpose.

As the ship of corpses and broken beasts sailed into the rising sun, he kept his eye on Kaidou’s sleeping form.

It still felt like a terrible dream that they’d lost. Something unreal in the haze of pain-clouded memory– like his life before the labs and Government scientists. 

Dawn was blooming on the horizon behind them as they sailed away from Wano, but it was not their dawn. It was the dawn for those who had beaten them.

Kaidou lay there on the hastily prepared cot, his slumbering human form so much smaller than his half-dragon form he'd spent so much time in. Despite his nearly 14 feet of height, he looked fragile this way. Vulnerable.

King never left his side, watching him sleep with a protective ruffle of his feathers and a blaze of the flames over his back. As the Beast Pirates ensured the ship sailed on, as Ulti and Page One organized the last of their forces and took stock of the damages, he ensured his captain lived to see the dawn of their own.

His fingers lingered over the 20 year old scar on his body as he leaned down to touch him. They’d never return to Wano— no matter how much it’d been Kaidou’s homeland. It seemed the two of them now had yet another thing in common. 

-

Basil woke up to the comforting and familiar smell of incense. He hadn't been expecting to wake up to anything at all.

The cards had spoken before that fateful night. A looming percentage of death that hung over his head as the Beast Pirates drank and celebrated the victory that wouldn’t ever come. 99% chance of death– and a 1% chance of survival. It was a fool’s odds in a game he had no choice but to play.

The last thing he remembered was the shock of pain as his arm severed from his shoulder, and the pain of hitting the burning ground before darkness blissfully took him.

“A 1% chance…” he murmured as he took a deep breath of incense. “How absolutely amazing.” 

"Finally awake, huh?" A looming shadow filled in the doorway of the small, quiet room that Basil found himself in.

The voice was familiar. Captain Eustass Kid.

“Miraculously, it would seem I am indeed.” Basil tried to push himself up with an arm he realized simply was not there. Just the tingling presence of nothing in the place of flesh, nerves and bones.

Instead he laid there, looking towards the shape in the doorway with bleary eyes. “Fate was certainly in your favor, wasn’t it, Captain Kid.” 

"Not a big believer in fate, admittedly." The rival captain strode from the doorway closer to the bed where Basil was laying, and he sat down beside it with his legs crossed. "Numbers weren't in our favor, that's for sure."

“And yet.” Basil closed his eyes with a tired smile. “You pulled it off quite admirably. Snatching victory from the jaws of causality. I’d applaud you, but I’m afraid I’ve been rather disarmed!”

The sound he made wasn’t even close to a laugh. It was choked. 

Kid's glance flicked to the bandaged stump of an arm. He touched his own. "I know the feeling."

“Heh.” Basil shifted painfully with his other elbow, enough to sit up and look at him through the pale fringes of his hair. “I can imagine you do…my folly in thinking you were simply wearing makeshift armor.”

His expression sobered when he briefly met Kid’s eyes.

“I don’t know how, or why I am here.” 

"You're here because Killer brought you to me after you passed out," Eustass said. "Through the fire of the waning battle, the wound he carved tied with his own shirt."

“Oh…” Basil murmured quietly. The one percent chance of his life carrying on through another day turned out to be due to the very man who nearly ended it.

“I’ll have to thank him some time soon,” he smiled stiffly. “...the Beast Pirates would have left a defeated foe to drown in the pool of their own blood.”

Eustass nodded. "Killer's a man. Not a beast. How about you?"

“A man or a beast?” Basil chuckled raspily. “I’m a curse doll.”

Straw snaked its way over his bandaged stump, causing him to hiss softly as it began winding around itself 

“...I was never cut out to be a beast, admittedly.” He closed his eyes “Kaidou offered me but one choice after he killed my crew. An attempt to make a man into a beast– though I’d say he’s certainly failed.”

"You were coerced, then." Kid's tone was even. "A choice against your life's not really a choice."

Basil nodded slowly as the straw wound its way down into the approximation of an arm and fingers tipped in sharpened metal nails.

“It was join him as one of his agents, or die. Apoo led us into quite the trap, Eustass.” 

"I'm hoping to still find a way to make him pay for it. There's plenty he owes me." He grimaced, showing teeth, and Basil could tell he was angry. That anger, thankfully, seemed not to be directed at him. "How about you?"

“I’d like to tear him apart, if I’m to speak plainly.” Basil pushed himself up with his straw hand, the nails scraping softly against the sheets, “for treating our alliance so frivolously, and for rigging the game so there was nothing to it but to lose.” 

"We're of one mind on that, then." Kid nodded. "Interested in pursuing a mutual goal?"

Basil lifted his straw hand, holding it out towards Kid with a grim smile set under his dark and serious eyes.

“I’m willing…eager… to see where the strands of chaos lead us, Captain Kid…so long as you’ll accept giving me that second chance.” 

Kid held out his iron scrap arm in return. "You're down a crew, Hawkins. Will you sail under my flag?"

Basil’s ship was sunk to the bottom of the ocean, his crew buried in Wano soil. He grabbed Kid’s makeshift hand with the makeshift hand of his own, and the phantom sensation of fingers clenching shot through the bandaged stump below’s raw nerves.

“It’s as good a flag as I’ve seen. If it means we’ll strike out against Apoo…and if it means we’ll see the One Piece with our own eyes– I”ll sail under it gladly.”

He smiled thinly, a determined look in his often somber eyes “Captain.” 

Metal fingers squeezed straw.

"Welcome aboard."

-

Law had heard that Luffy passed out basically right after he had bested Kaidou– leaving the rest of them to clean up the mess and the chaos for three days by that point.

Onigashima was in the literal damned ocean, and salvage operations were underway to grab important scrolls and tools before they were forever lost. Kaidou was running off with his tail between his legs. The Red Scabbards were left alternatively purposeless and bound to their new lord–and Law had spent the last three days running from bedside patient to bedside patient.

The countless wounded on both sides demanded his and Chopper’s attention as doctors while Luffy snoozed away. 

Doctor privilege meant he was informed right away when Luffy did wake up– but he also knew that he'd be scarfing down food and surrounded by the Straw Hats for who knew how long.

With that massive crew of his, which somehow kept getting bigger every time he fucking blinked, he was sure he wouldn’t get a word in edge wise with him until they’d gotten their fill of doting on their charming captain.

So Law contented himself with waiting, spending a little time wandering the streets of Wano.

As he passed by a dango cart, a familiar croaking and faux-seductive voice rang in his ears.

"Well look who it is! And here I didn't think you were ever going to take a break." 

Caesar Clown turned to face him, coat billowing, little smoked glasses perched in his nose. Despite his words, Caesar, who was for some godforsaken reason still traveling with the Straw Hats had been seeing to patients right alongside Law for most of the past three days– albeit bitching loudly about it the entire time.

“Morning, Clownass.” Law raised his hand in greeting. “I take breaks, you know. Just not as often as some people I could mention.”

It was a lie. He hardly ever took breaks. 

"As often meaning 'ever'," Caesar sneered, snapping down a dumpling from the stick he was eating from. "What's the occasion?"

Law strolled over with his hands folded under his long and billowing sleeves as the ghost of a grin crossed his face. “Buy me some of those dango and maybe I’ll tell you, Caesar. Maybe.” 

"I didn't realize you were looking for a sugar daddy," Caesar drawled back with an over-broad grin. Before Law could protest, money had already changed hands, and he was brandishing a skewer of the treats at him.

Law turned a deep red as he snatched the dango from his hand with a sharp hiss. 

“Oh you think you’re a real comedian, dontcha, Clown?” He sniffed and bit one of the dango off the skewer with a huff “Luffy’s awake. I thought you’d know since apparently he’s your captain now.” 

"Apparently!" Caesar laughed. He pushed his glasses up. "So he's awake, huh? And here I thought he'd make it a full week in that little coma of his. I'm very impressed by his propensity for sloth you know."

“He’s a man who enjoys his sins, I’ve noticed.” Law snorted a fond laugh. “And after a fight like that? I thought he’d be down for a week too. But no. He turns into something…strange…passes out, and gets up three days later eating Wano out of house and home.” 

Caesar blotted his overly voluptuous mouth with a handkerchief and nodded, looking thoughtful, and possibly amused. "Well I imagine he'd eat Wano out of house and home no matter what– but that was certainly a strange phenomenon, wouldn't you say?"

“Like nothin’ I’ve ever seen before.” Law finished off his dango and tossed the stick up and down with a furrow of his brow “I’ve never seen a Paramythia fruit manifest quite like that before. Obviously awakening a power does a lot but that was…I dunno. Odd.”

Law glanced at Caesar Clown with a dubious stare. Somehow he still couldn’t believe that not only did Luffy take one look at this guy post kidnapping attempt and decide to drag him around…but he couldn’t believe Caesar Clown…one of MADS old researchers, and Doflamingo’s former business partner would content himself with traveling around with the lot of them.

It was fucking weird. 

Weirder still perhaps was Caesar's seemingly absolute commitment to acting like absolutely nothing hostile or even strained had even happened between them– either the Straw Hats or Law. If it came up, he laughed it off like it was a petty argument over drinks, and kept on with whatever conversational tangent took his fancy.

"Yes, exactly. Awakening a paramythia should only act on the space outside the body." Caesar chewed on one of his long, black-laquered nails. "The only time you see that type of personal transformation is with a zoan type."

“Stop that, you know where they’ve been.” Law snorted as he twisted his hand to the side…and a fresh dango stick appeared in the place of his empty skewer, which he handed to Caesar after tossing a handful of coins on the startled vendor’s cart.

“But yeah. Only Zoan awakenings completely change the body like that. Don’t get me wrong, Luffy’s been doing fucked up shit to his body this whole time– increasing his blood pressure, that one where he enhances his limbs and coats them with haki– but this was a full on transformation.” 

Caesar made a face, lips twisting as Law called out his dirty habit, and he buffed his nails on his coat, taking the dango in the other hand.

"Yes, it was more than just a physical trick. That blood pressure thing is probably going to kill him one day, you know, I've warned him," he shook off the distracted tangent and nibbled on his fresh dango before returning to the question at hand. "I wish I had a sample from last night. You didn't find any shed hair or anything? No, it'd all be at the bottom of the sea now, wouldn't it…"

“Trust me, I have too.” Law smirked before it dropped away. He paced with his hand on his chin. “any evidence of whatever the hell that was went away with Onigashima, Clown. And frankly, it might have dissipated when his body returned to normal. Turned back into his regular hair.” 

Caesar stood up from his seat at the cart and followed Law's pacing, his lips twisted in a displeased grimace. "Possibly, possibly. But we can't know for sure, can we."

“Not unless he does it again. Or he’s got some hair on his shirt.” He put his fingers to his chin “...but I’m gonna be honest with you, Clown.” 

"Fascinating new strategy from you, Trafalgar, color me intrigued."

Law briefly thought about chopping Caesar’s head off and carrying it around to listen to him flap his gums. The joys of the Op-Op fruit made non-fatal acts of vengeance a snap.

“Ha ha. But something seemed wrong with Luffy. You’ve known him a bit now, haven’t you? Didn’t he seem a little…”

Unhinged. Overzealous? Not his usual kind of intense. 

"A little completely out of his mind?" Caesar finished. "Yes, absolutely. And not the way our deeeear caaaaptain is usually out of his mind. There's something fishy going on."

Law snorted into his hand, before his expression sobered. “Absolutely out of his mind. That ain’t the man I’ve gotten to know. It wasn’t. If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was one of those situations where a zoan devil fruit overwrites who you are…but the Gum-Gum fruit’s paramythia. It’s well documented, ain’t it?” 

Caesar rubbed his chin. "Well enough documented. Of course that's even supposing it was the Gum-Gum fruit that the little freak shoved down his gullet, isn't it?"

“...” Law’s lips tightened. “..it turns him to rubber, don’t it? I mean that’s pretty obvious,right? What else could it be?” 

Caesar threw up his hands dramatically. "I don't know– do you know? There are plenty of things that could imitate rubber, and both of us know that every fruit out there has not been documented. For all we know he could have eaten a zoan fruit with the properties of some horrific undiscovered stretching dog."

“Disgusting thought, Caesar. I’m deducting fifteen points from your likability score for that.” Law drawled. “..you got a point though.” 

"You're damned right I do." He pointed the tip of the empty dango skewer at law. "If anyone knows how unpredictable and bizarre devil fruits can be, it's me!"

“The Gas Man?” Law drawled. 

He nodded in agreement. "The gas ma– No!! The greatest scientist in the world! Do you know how much research I've done on Devil Fruits!"

Caesar stamped his foot on the ground in protest.

“Tragically, I know it well.” Law smirked as his arms crossed over his chest again, “I blew up your lab. I saw just how much Devil Fruit research was goin’ on in there for ‘Dofy’.” 

"Exactly!" The skewer was pointed in his face for a moment again before Caesar cast it aside into the litter along the side of the street and rubbed his hands together. "I can figure this out. What I need are blood samples. You said he's awake?"

Law grabbed ‘the gas man’ by the shoulders. 

“I sure as hell ain’t gonna let YOU be the only one taking blood from him! If you’re getting any samples at all I’m gonna be there right beside you.” He pointed one finger at him. “to make sure you don't go about any funny business on the poor bastard.” 

Caesar grinned widely and put his palms on Law's chest. "Why Trafalgar! It's almost like you care! Marvelous! He'll be much easier to get blood from with someone holding his hand. Come along then."

Clown grabbed him by the wrist abruptly and moved to tug him along back down the street.

Law stumbled, his feet scuffing the ground as he stumbled into step. 

“Not like that you damn freak!” he sputtered. “You’re makin’ it sound worse than it is!” 

"I know, caring! Ick!" Caesar laughed uproariously. "I'm sure it's nothing that serious."

Law stared at the back of the deadly master of war crimes’ head as the two ran through the streets of Wano with an incredulous expression etched across his face.

Somehow all of a sudden he understood. He understood exactly how Caesar Clown had gotten himself adopted by the Straw Hats.

He was just as much of a chaotic freak as any of them had ever been. 

[arixella]

Steels and Storms

╰┈➤ pairing: Eustass Kid x reader

a/n: none

summary: After you’re injured in battle, Kid shows his overprotective side by taking charge, tending to your wounds, and demanding you stay close to him, revealing how much he cares despite his rough demeanor.

wc: 620

contains: fluff

The clash of swords echoed across the deck, blending with the distant rumble of thunder. You ducked under an opponent’s swing, your blade catching the moonlight as you struck back. The battle had erupted without warning—a rival pirate crew ambushing your ship under the cover of darkness.

You could hear Eustass Kid’s unmistakable roar over the chaos, his mechanical arm tearing through the enemy like paper. His crimson hair gleamed like blood in the dim light, and his towering presence was impossible to miss.

You were holding your own, of course. You’d trained too hard and fought too long to let anyone think otherwise. But as you dispatched yet another attacker, a sharp pain lanced through your side. You looked down to see the hilt of a dagger buried just above your hip.

“Y/N!”

Kid’s voice cut through the battle like a cannon blast. You barely had time to pull the blade out before he was there, his fury blazing. With a sweep of his mechanical arm, the pirate who’d stabbed you was sent flying into the sea.

“You’re hurt,” he growled, his sharp eyes scanning you for more injuries.

“It’s nothing,” you protested, wincing as you pressed a hand to the wound.

“Nothing?” Kid’s voice was dangerously low, a storm brewing beneath his words. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s a scratch,” you insisted, though the dizziness creeping in said otherwise.

“Shut up and stay behind me,” he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before you could retort, he turned and threw himself back into the fray. Every movement of his was ferocious, calculated, and devastating. It wasn’t long before the remaining enemies either lay defeated or fled, leaving the deck littered with bodies.

Kid was back at your side in an instant, his hands—flesh and metal—gripping your shoulders as he looked you over. “What the hell were you thinking, taking on a guy twice your size?”

“I can handle myself,” you muttered, though your legs felt shaky beneath you.

“Clearly not,” he shot back, his sharp glare softening only slightly as he saw your pale face. “You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed.”

He lifted you into his arms before you could protest, carrying you below deck. You knew better than to argue when he was in this mood.

Once in the medical bay, Kid set you down on a cot and grabbed a first-aid kit. He worked quickly but with surprising care, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he cleaned and dressed your wound.

“You’ve gotta stop scaring the hell out of me,” he muttered, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You? Scared?”

“Don’t push it,” he grumbled, though his gaze softened as he met your eyes. “You’re part of my crew, y/n. I’m not losing you to some idiot with a knife.”

You smiled faintly, touched despite his rough edges. “I didn’t know you cared so much.”

He huffed, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t get used to it.”

As he finished bandaging you, his hand lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

“Next time,” he said, his voice low but steady, “you stick close to me. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said softly, the weight of his words settling in your chest like an anchor.

And as the ship rocked gently on the waves, you realized that behind all his bluster and steel, there was a man who’d tear the world apart to keep you safe.

[princevictoriapunk]

Kid Pirates hcs #4 - Part 1

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  More Kid Pirates hcs 1 | 2 | 3 | 4.1 - 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid Pirates OC bios — Light | Blaze | Calista | Kira | Eun | Grunge

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Nyx — @silvernyxchariot ; Solace — @ramdeviltart ; Osiris — @/idonthaveacluewhatsgoingonhere

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Dnd edition ✨️ The shop pages of the dice are linked in the character names

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Part 2

Hcs under the cut for length ✨️

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Eustass Kid

It's simple for this one, really. It has (steampunk) metal elements, it's mainly black and red (Kid's main colours, hair, and clothing wise). The gear design also pairs well with his Jiki Jiki no Mi, and his set would obviously be made out of metal because he prefers feeling their weight when it's his turn to roll instead of the light-weight plastic or resin ones. He crafted and painted them himself. Of course, his character would be a Half-Orc/Half-Goliath who's an Artificer/Barbarian half-class, Chaotic Evil, all for the shiggles (and as much damage and fun as possible).

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Killer

He'd presumably play a Chaotic Neutral Shadow Elf/Shadow Magic Sorcerer for stealth and illusionary magic, similar to his own fighting style (if you ignore the possibly audible, low whirring of his Punishers in-series). His dice set has a nice contrast of gold and a deep blackish blue, and he likes the swirly effects he claims are similar to his character's ability kit. Unlike Kid's set, his one is made of polyhedral for a stunningly magical shimmer even though he didn't want glitter first. It also goes well with his own colour palette without looking too "soft" or anything.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Heat

This man 100% plays a Dragonborn Flame Dancer, and you can't convince me otherwise. He builds his character to have abilities akin to his own, such as the pyromancy aspect of his class. As for skills, he chose Acrobatics, Perfomance, and Arcana. His resin dice have a red liquid core and a smokey, semi-clear finish to them. The edges are kept sharp to remind of dragon scales and the shortswords his Flame Dancer dual-wields in battle. The eye numbers are golden on his set as well for better readability and to go with the fire aesthetic. Oh, and his character is Chaotic Neutral.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Wire

He's probably the one who has gotten the crew into DND in the first place. Even when playing, he still doesn't talk as much, but his eyes have this glint in them, telling others that he greatly enjoys their sessions. His PC of choice is Firbolg Paladin. Albeit Firbolgs usually prefer not to socialise too much with other sentient races, his still joins the party - whilst having his character not be too talkative either. And his set? It's made of metal, cast by his captain for him, in shape of flowers to go with his character's races. Lastly, his dice have been made a bit bigger in size, so he can play properly. Much like Killer's and Heat's PC, Wire's is Chaotic Neutral as well.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Nyx

I can see them making a Vampyre Spell Sniper, getting some enjoyment out of passing their gunmanship onto their Player Character. Only, that said character will be slinging spells from a sniper's perch instead of actual bullets. The PC may be Chaotic Neutral, as well. This dice set was picked out mostly for its theme. Its liquid core may represent the flow of arcane magic within Nyx' Vampyre, the purple and blue dye used supporting this - and marking their heritage as a Creature of the Night, and so do the moonlight silver numbers as well as the crescent moon marking the 0es for instance.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Solace

She's out there, playing a Chaotic Evil or Chaotic Neutral Half-Floran/Half-Elf Floramancer. The Floran's blood is of the Rose subclass. The PC's heritage is also mirrored in the dice Solace has picked out: Elegance and delicate flowers complementing the floral and elven ancestry and their own unique traits. The petite petals encased by the shiny resin ought to distract from the sharp edges, akin to how Florans are said to be gentle and peaceful creatures when they're actually vicious beings. Sol definitely wanted to play a character like that "Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you" - much like she is.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Light

Light would pick a Chaotic Evil Tiefling Rouge, joining the majority of the crew with going for characters similar to themselves. The PC is mainly out there to support the stealth squad and smug remarks. Her dice set is made out of resin. It's supposed to go with her character's race. The red dye was picked based on the Tiefling's skin tone, as well as her preference for the red and gold combo overall, the black eye numbers representing the Infernal heritage of her PC. Also, she likes the glittering shimmer effect in the resin.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kira

He didn't know what to go for, so Kira decided upon a Fallen Necromancer whose alignment is Chaotic Evil as well. Unlike the majority of his crew, his PC's dice set does not match his character's theme. Instead, the tailor has picked it because he liked the colours. The polyhedral hasn't been sanded out, so edges are still sharp. He chose gold for the numbers, and wanted to have some sparkling gold foil within the dice, almost like in Light's character's set.

[swampstew]

Hi Raven! If you have a moment, I have a research question for you. If forced to pick, who are your top eight fictional crushes?

Hey Blaze~

My top eight crushes would be:

Eustass Kid

Vegeta

Seiko Ayase

Kyros

Lancer (Fate Stay Night ubw)

Katakuri

Lestat (IWAV series)

Jiraiya

why did it take me so long to list these out!?!?! like i could not think of 7 characters after Kid!

[devircy]

Consumed KidLaw (NSFW)

A slightly smutty quick KidLaw writing challenge that my friend came up with "Spicy Beach Scene" using the 5 senses in 15 min.

Devil fruits were a blessing and a curse. A curse in the sense that Law could never submerge himself in the ocean waves again without becoming completely immobilized. His punishment for eating a devil fruit. A blessing was a vast underestimation. The Strawhat-Heart-Kid pirates' alliance had few benefits but this was one they could never get enough of. Voices carried above the waves, singing to the skeleton's newest tunes as everyone celebrated. What it was this time Law could not care especially when everyone is drunk off their ass unable to miss the two captains. Not when he was halfway across the island pressed into the fur coat the other pirate captain had shed.

The only thing that consumed him was Eustass, his smell wrapped him in a vice grip consuming every aspect of his senses. His tongue still danced with the taste of him, demanding just one more, as if his flavor wasn’t tattooed on his tongue. Pleasure coaxed every inch of him. The unrelenting drive of his cock struck his core setting him a blaze like the very sun itself. His metal arm was cool against the heat threatening to explode from within him. Praise and degradation rang in tandem between his own moans as Eustass unraveled Law before him. His stare was harshly determined as if he could drag out every moan Law could ever make with nothing more than his cock. The attention was corrupting, addicting, and wholly his. No one would ever get to see Eustass like this and it made Law's desire to please him flourish on its own. Sweat dripped between them with a salty tang in the air as if created by the sea breeze itself.

[ravarui]

Personalized shanty for Eustass Kidd, @ferromagnetiic In response to this post

"Magnetic Odyssey: Captain Kid's Ascent"

(Verse 1) From South Blue's heart, a pirate would emerge, With fiery red hair, his spirit would surge. At just twenty-four, a quest set to sail, Captain Kid's journey, the pirate's bold tale.

(Verse 2) Copper eyes gleaming, in mechanics he thrived, Master of destruction, where the weak couldn't survive. With power so deadly, his devil fruit's grace, Magnetism his ally, foes couldn't escape the chase.

(Verse 3) In physics, geometry, chemistry's dance, His understanding ran deep, in every advance. The Victoria Punk, his ship, sturdy and bold, Crafted by his hand, a story yet untold.

(Verse 4) In pursuit of the Pirate King's esteemed throne, Challenging Emperors, he'd stand on his own. With a bounty as sinister as his wicked way, Leaving his mark, where the seas met the day.

(Verse 5) A rebel's heart, alternative path as his creed, In an ever-changing world, he'd succeed. The grand adventure, his life's vibrant drum, In the pirate's world, where he'd dominate and overcome

(Verse 6) Punk, metal, and rock, his passion did blaze, A soundtrack to battles, as storms he'd amaze. Gaudy gold treasures, the loot that he'd claim, In this pirate's realm, he'd rise to his name.

(Outro) So here's to Kid, the fiery sea's son, Through tumultuous tides, he'd boldly run. With each rising sun, new tales would be spun, In the pirate's world, he'd be second to none.

[gnarlycrys]

| 𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬’𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 |

★ ☆ ☆ 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊;

✧ 9teen

✧ college sophomore

✧ artist (painting & drawing)

✧ i luv one piece & demon slayer

✧ i luv tyler, the creator, tommyheavenly6 & linkin park

✧ i enjoy reading & writing on my own time

★ ★ ☆ 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘;

✧ one piece

✧ demon slayer

✧ httyd

✧ sonic the hedgehog

★ ★ ★ 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘;

⭒ one piece - eustass kidd, killer, donquixote doflamingo, trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, charolette katakuri, donquixote rocinante, vinsmoke reiju, tony tony chopper, caesar clown, monkey d. luffy, roranoa zoro, nico robin, franky, brook, jinbei & bepo.

⭒ demon slayer - sanemi shinazugawa, akaza, gyutarou, kyoujurou rengoku, tengen uzui, muichirou tokito & genya shinazugawa.

⭒ httyd - hiccup, toothless, astrid, stormfly, valka, cloudjumper, snotlout, ruff & tuff.

⭒ sonic the hedgehog - shadow, knuckles, tails, metal sonic, blaze, rouge & espio.

✰ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞.

⤷ art gallery.

⤷ one shots, drabbles, imagines n’ stuff.

✰ 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫.

⤷ art gallery.

⤷ one shots, drabbles, imagines n’ stuff.

✰ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

⤷ art gallery.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

✯.

✯.

✯.

Thank you & enjoy.

(hdr credits @/cafekitsune)

[rose-red-ink]

Looks fun! Here goes!

I had no idea how much Law x Aika I'd written 🤣🤣 💜

Force Mandated Bottle Episode (For the Betterment of the Dyad)

A shift of sand, a slight breath of exertion was all the warning he got.

Ben turned his head to see her, standing behind him. Doe-brown eyes hardened with determination, stance shifted and ready.

Her staff slammed into the side of his head, and his mind went blissfully blank.

Twisted Metal

So instead, she answered his question, still burning in her mind. “One.”

She turned, watching the hulking form of Eustass Kid tower over her, dark against the arena lights blazing in through the shattered glass. “Today, I’d kill one. Tomorrow? As many as you put in front of me.”

The man leaned down until his face was an inch from hers, breath hot on her face. “Seas, woman. That’s what I like to hear.”

A Nudge in the Right Direction

A slow grin started on Aika’s face. “Remember when I said she’d be a valuable asset to the crew?”

Law rubbed his fingers over the bridge of his nose. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”

From under the bed, Nudge’s warm purr filled the room.

A Sinking Ship, A Chance Meeting, and the Naiad of the Cliffs

She beamed up at him, seeming to accept the jab along with the suggestion. “Well, captain, it would be an honor.”

Law stared ahead, trying to ignore the swelling warmth in his chest.

And for that night, watching Aika laugh and glow under the moonlight, alongside his crew, he managed to. Just enough.

In Which the Heart Pirates Try and Fail (and Succeed) in Parent Trapping Law and Aika

“Punk-ya…” he sighed. “They won.” Aika paused, slowly lowering her guitar. Here they were, sitting in his office. Talking, and laughing. She’d sang him a song, he’d made her a flower crown. If this wasn’t a Valentine’s Day date, she didn’t know what else they could have done to make it so. Outside the door, Aika could just barely hear a tiny, gleeful giggle.

The Captain's Hat

Aika sat with her work on her lap, a song from the day half sang, half murmured on her lips. She was absorbed in her task, and Law was beyond grateful for that. Less likely to get distracted? Who was he fooling? Law sat next to her, pulling out the first stack of papers. He pretended not to notice the soft smile that curved Aika’s lips.

Bloom

"I’ll say it for as long as you’ll let me, my flower. I love you.” His lips met hers once more as the night glowed around them and the music swelled to completion.

Washing Up

“ Seas, Ace” Freya burst out laughing, clutching her hand to her stomach in a vain attempt to calm them. “You actually--?” “ You’re the funny one here, thinking a division commander couldn’t take down a stupid bear.” he snorted. “Now come on. Breakfast’s almost ready, and I’m sure you’re starving.” Freya dropped down next to him, folding her legs. She grinned, bumping his shoulder with her own. “Whatever you say, Bearkiller.”

Ice Skating

Aika shoved her hands in her pockets, trying to ignore how her fingers still tingled where his skin had brushed hers. Her cheeks prickled, stained pink from what could be easily excused from the cold gusts of wind. “I’m glad too.”

Loving, Messy Stitches

“It will take time,” she warned. “I’m afraid I’m more fragile than I’d like.” “My hands can be clever.” he murmured, fingers tracing over her knuckles. “And I am a very patient man.” “Then as long as I can find it to give, that part of my heart will be yours.”

Writing pattern tag game

Rules: list the last lines of the last 10 fics you've posted to see if there is a pattern.

TYYY FOR THE TAG @nouklea, @wednesdayandherhyde, @nonamemanga, and @achillmango!!!

Most of mine are Wednesday fics LOL! I don't write Wednesday fics much anymore, but I am still proud of them!

(another note: I skipped one of the unfinished fics LOL)

how do you know when it's time to let go?

With that final thought, Raoul harshly wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks, stood, and walked purposefully towards his wardrobe to get dressed, the dying bird of his heart pounding with the very same reckless determination that it had for that bright red scarf, all those years ago.

Til Death Do Us Part - 5+1

It seemed her black, twisted heart returned to her then, because for the first time in weeks she felt it again, beating wildly in her chest. She stared where the axe was floating and, for the first time in years, fully smiled. She grabbed a sword off the wall and held it up to the axe in preparation, then charged.

My Halloween Angel

Wednesday looked him directly in the eyes, her stony expression cracking just enough for a small smile to slip through. “As you wish,” she said quietly, “my Angel of Music.”

Angels in Hell's Kitchen

Matt couldn’t help it then—he grinned. A wide, goofy grin. Then he started to laugh, and Foggy started to giggle. Then they were both full on guffawing, and they didn’t stop until Karen came back to tell them that they were late for their appointment.

he's a little monster (underneath)

“I'm never taking you to the grocery with me again.”

“Good.”

wet face towels

These two would be the death of him one day, he was sure of it.

can I have this dance?

“But… I can't promise I won't try to take revenge,” Tyler finished, lowering his voice darkly. Wednesday seemed surprised, just for a moment, before her small smile actually widened, her eyes glinting eagerly.

The Valentine's Day Curse

By the time she was back in her room, Enid was fast asleep, and she contemplated smothering her for having quipped at her earlier before deciding against it. She was too exhausted for that now. Maybe next time. With that, Wednesday took off her hoodie, put her flashlight away, took off her shoes, and lay down in her bed, crossing her arms across her chest and shutting her eyes. She fell almost instantly into a slumber as deep and heavy as death itself. Probably the one and only good thing to have come out of that entire spectacle of a day. Probably.

"send your cutest delivery boy" (special instructions, Tyler's POV)

In the safety and privacy of the storage room, Tyler finally released his grin, leaning against the shelves and covering his blushing face with both hands, laughing quietly. He scrubbed his hands over his face and let them drop, grinning up at the ceiling like the absolute fricking idiot that he was.

stupid, stupid cartoon

Damn it. It was all stupid. He could have been watching anything else, too. He wasn't even sure Tyler had liked that show anymore. But he still always found himself coming back to that stupid song, and that stupid episode, and that stupid, stupid cartoon. Damn it.

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