#eustass kid angst

[pinejayy]

╰➤ Forgotten Date || One Piece

featuring: luffy, law and kid

summary: you plan a date out for your dear boyfriend, but they seemed have forgotten about date night.

warnings: sad reader, angst, feeling left out, kid being kid (an asshole oof), curse words.

Monkey D Luffy

Planning out a date with your boyfriend wasn’t easy, considering there was always an enemy behind his back or he was saving. But when it came to a rather peaceful weekend you decided to plan a nice picnic date for the next island the shipped docked for your dear captain.

But considering it was Luffy something always came up with him, it’s either him saving some town for food or he’s too busy fooling around with Chopper and Usopp.

You even told him about the picnic and he seemed really excited considering you would be there and that he would get food he was really excited for the date…but that’s until both Chopper and Usopp challenged Luffy to some dumb stand off and of course he couldn’t resist.

Even going out of your to wear a cute outfit and he didn’t even show up to the picnic…to which it left you disappointed in your boyfriend..

Finally a peaceful day that you were finally gonna get some one on one with your boyfriend, you were really excited and even Luffy was quite excited that he couldn’t wait until The Thousand Sunny would dock to it’s next destination. You even went all out and dressed up quite cute and asked Sanji if he could pack a picnic basket. So once the ship reached its destination you kissed Luffy on his cheek and spoke softly. “I’ll set up our picnic not to far, I’ll see you soon.” And he smiled and patted your head and nodded. “I’ll see you in a few Y/N!” And with that you left to set up the picnic. Luffy was about to follow you shorty but some of the crew members didn’t know about your date plan. “Hey Luffy! Chopper and I challenge to a staring contest! Winner gets the last muffin in the kitchen!” Usopp yelled out. “YOU’RE ON!” Luffy yelled back.

To which a good while passes by, and the three were still in their little game which resulted into many rounds that Sanji came out of the kitchen. “Hey what are you idiots doing….wait Luffy? What are you doing here? Isn’t Y/N waiting for you?” And that’s when Luffy realizes. “OH NO!” He yelled out and quickly snaps out of it and was about to leave and that’s when you came back..quite upset, with tears streaks. And he immediately tried to walk towards you and he tried to apologize but that’s when you walked past him. “Wait! I’m sorry!! Hey! Y/N!” He called out, but you didn’t bother to look at him. Walking past everyone…and Luffy was standing there smacking himself on the forehead. Luffy hated when you were upset. Especially when it was his fault..it made him feel really awful.

“Ugh! I’m such an idiot!” He said. To which resulted Nami smacking himself across the head. “Yeah you are! Now you better make it up to poor Y/N!”

“I will!” He grumbles and rubs his head. Now he had to find a way to make it up to you.

Trafalgar Law

Dating the Captain of The Heart Pirates wasn’t a walk in the park and Law wasn’t an easy person to deal with. And to especially make date plans, he would always use the same excuse of he’s always too busy with paperwork or managing the crew. Which was fine and all because he’s captain and all but it seemed as if everytime he had time to breath he just wanted to be in his office.

Today was a quiet day, the crew could finally relax for the time being. You of course wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and have date night with your boyfriend. And you even suggested the idea while he was reading and he agreed to meet you in his private cabin after he was done with his chapter.

Jumping in joy you immediately ran out of the room to gather snacks and such. You just wanted to enjoy some time with Law. Even just simple cuddles would make you happy.

But of course Law got to invested into his book that he forgot about you and your little get together..great.

“Aw! Come on Law!” You whine softly. Tugging onto the sleeve of his collar. “Let’s spend the day together. It’s been awhile it’s since we’ve had us time.” And Law couldn’t help but grumble at your words. He really wanted to read his book but you do have a point. He doesn’t remember the last time both you and him had alone time. “Hmm I suppose I can put my book down for you.” He teases slightly. And you couldn’t help but smirk at his comment. “It doesn’t have to be to fancy…I just want some us time.” You say, and he gives you a sly smile. “Hm why don’t you gather our favorite snacks, and your favorite blanket and meet me in the Captain’s room. And I’ll bring my favorite Germa 66 comics. Just let me finish this chapter and I’ll be on my way. I promise.” And you jumped in joy and nodded. Quickly you ran out of his office to gather the things..

Time passes by and Law was lost into his book that he didn’t realize how much time passed by. His eyes just kept reading eating each word they came across. He quickly glances at the time and froze. It’s been almost two hours! He mentally cursed at him and slammed his book shut. Not even bothering to save the chapter and he grabbed his comic and made his way to his room..and once he opens the door he found you laying on the bed. Curled up into a ball.. “Hey…sorry..” He said and sat besides you. “I got my comics…” He said and waited for you to speak up. But nothing… “Hey…sorry about making you wait…I got lost into my book.” He said and tried to place a hand on your shoulder, to which you avoid. “Hey…I’m sorry…Y/N..” He spoke softly. “Yeah…I’m pretty sure your book was that good that you forgot about me.”

Law mentally smacks himself, and he tries to apologize once again. “Look…I’m here now…that counts right?” He said and you didn’t answer. “Hey I’m speaking to you. The least you could do is answer.” He said, getting annoyed now. Again he was greeted by your silence. “Fine. Don’t say anything. But no need to get jealous over a book.” He said. “I’m not jealous over your book…I’m just upset that how easily I was forgotten.”

Your words made Law feel terrible…he sighed and looks at you before walking out of the room. Assuming you wanted space. He definitely needed to make it up to you.

Eustass Kid

Getting a date with Kid was hard because he never wanted to that typical cheesy stuff. And he doesn't understand why you would want a date. You're already his lover and his your boyfriend. So what's the point of a date?!

But of course you would want some one on one with your boyfriend. But you knew that wasn't easy. Since he was always busy in his workshop working on his metal arm or some other stuff, He really didn't really bother with making dates and all. But of course you would get needy and beg Kid for a date that you planned out

And of course he agreed...only to shut you up. But deep down he's excited for a date with you. But of course he's not gonna tell you that! It'll make him look soft.

But once Kid is in his workshop he tends to block everything out. And that includes you too

Kid was in his workshop working on his metal arm, he always wanted to improve his arm for future battles. And at the moment you were in his workshop with him. Bored and you couldn't help but sigh dramatically. "A date would be nice. Ya know?" You say and nudge his arm and he gave you a stern look. "A date? You're already hanging out with me babe.” He said, and didn’t even bother to look at you. “Come on Kid…it’s a peaceful day. I would like a date.” And he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Not this again…dates are so cheesy. You’re already mine so what’s the point.” He grumbled not looking away from his work. “Ugh…come on Kid..I just want a nice walk, nice dinner.” You keep on talking and honestly Kid didn’t have the patience for your whining today and he sighed in defeat. “Fine! If it will get you off my back and to stop bitching, I’ll play date night with you.” He said, you smile and clap your hands. “Really?” And he just nodded. “Just go plan something. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” He said sarcastically. You couldn’t help but smile at his cranky attitude and ran off with a grin across your face.

Whenever Kid was in workshop he loses track of time, he wasn’t aware of how much time passed by. Until he finally puts down his tools and sighed in relief. He looks at the time and mentally grumbled. Fuck…he forgot about you and this date. Might as well get this over with. He walks out of his workshop and he looked around for you until he found on the deck by the railing and he walks besides you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Sorry about the wait, but you know my work comes first.” He tried to play it off but you immediately moved away. “Right. Work comes first.” You roll your eyes and Kid couldn’t help but groan. “I said sorry. What more do you want.” He replied back. And you shake your head. “I just wanted a simple date…just some time with boyfriend. But I guess that’s too much to ask for.” And of course Kid got pissed at your words. “No need to be bitch about it.” He snaps back. “Like I said. I don’t have time to play date nights with you. My work comes first.”

And you frown at his words, tearing up slightly. And when Kid notices your tears he quickly dials down his attitude. “Hey look…we can have this date…” He said and you shake your head. “No…like you said your work comes first.” You say and walk away before he could talk about. Leaving him dumbfounded and angry. “Fine! Well fuck you too.” He yelled. Not caring if the crew heard him…but in reality he felt awful. Even Killer shook his head in disbelief..

“Yeah…no need to rub it. I know I fucked up..” He groans and rubs a hand over his face. He needed to make this up. Somehow..

law taglist: @dreamcastgirl99

[matchadobo]

hi lovie, hope ur doing well! i wanted to request some hurt to comfort with kid. jealousy trope maybe? really just let ur creative juices flow. all i ask for is angstttttt cuz i just can't get enough of it. thank u babes <3

KIDD; catching feelings for his fvckbuddy

wc: 3882

warning/s: semi-nsfw 🔞, p in v is heavily mentioned but no occurrence of the actual thing, fem reader, hurt to comfort, kidd being an emotionally constipated asshat

note: inspired by the famous scene of fellow travelers, i have no knowledge of the show i just saw it on IG and got an idea for this request c: click for the -> scene

"i should probably go." you mumbled to kidd, tearing your bare frame away from his embrace. you sat at the edge of the bed to hurriedly gather your clothes and slide them back on your body.

kidd sat up, the satin comforter falling off his chiseled torso down to his lower half. "it's the middle of the goddamn night, nobody will fuckin' know." he rustled his hair, irritated at your inclination to always rush out of his quarters.

"all the more reason to leave, right?" you smiled a little. "good night, captain." you gave your garments one final pat down before waving goodbye at him and shutting the door.

the quiet sound of the waves and the subtle rocking of the ship mirrored the mundane void you left in your wake. but you two agreed to have it that way, no feelings attached. act as usual as you two could be. even after spending the night skin to skin against each other while sharing empty kisses and hickeys.

having the same needs and desire for each other, it began on a night where liquor loosened both of your restraints and the pooling warmth and lust it brought was enough for kidd to bring you to his quarters. until it became a regular thing. one look from across the hall, between the members that composed of the kidd pirates, you two would easily excuse yourself to a covert corridor so you could sneak in a quickie.

even with the presence of clothes, the scorching heat of the sun, the dampness of the rain, and the possibility of crew members catching you two; it never mattered to the both of you so long as you two satiated each other.

kidd would shamelessly pull you away just so he could feel your warmth around his length, shoving and fucking you deep by the walls of his ship. consequently, you would instigate a quickie by sitting close to him, rubbing thighs and touching knees. sometimes discreetly sitting on his lap for a moment while flashing him your undies or cleavage as you move closer.

it went on for a while. when a few weeks passed, the crew already knew that you two were kicking it off. you two could be heard during the night and they mostly see you exiting his quarters in the middle of the night and waking up some of the ladies at the dorms when you sneak back in late. but they had all agreed to act oblivous, out of fear and respect for the both of you.

moreover, you and kidd vehemently agreed to keep it a secret. the first time you two did it, you two kind of freaked out. wondering how the crew would take it and the image of reputation of kidd and you.

but you were mostly the first one to always leave. on your end, you weren't embarrased or anything. you just respect kidd so much, you'd rather not get caught whoring for him. you also don't want to catch feelings that could ruin whatever's going on with the two of you. you admire him that much.

even though you already did catch feelings, you just don't realize it. caring too much about what he thinks is already enough. that's why you always left, to flush it all down. because kidd would never catch feelings, right? he just wants sex with you that's it.

little did you know, your aversion started to bother kidd after some time. it never occurred to you because he was never really in touch with his emotions with you. he just fucked you and that's it. and it's all it ever meant to you, he always thought to himself. sure there's admiration and respect, but that's given enough that you're under his charge.

but it did made him quite worried when it happens frequently. kidd wasn't one to overthink, nor be self-conscious. but when you always hurriedly leave like that, acting like he kicked you out or something, he starts to think if you didn't enjoy it. even though he has a clear image of you reaching your climax a few minutes ago.

it started with that. then it extended into his concern as he gradually started caring what you think for some reason. it usually started during sex; whether you enjoyed the act or if you slept nicely. then it extended to the little things on the daily; if he made you laugh, where you usually are, if you're eating well, has he done something harsh, and whatnot. it makes him wonder why you leave so fast so often, if he was doing a perfect job of satisfying you.

kidd was interested in you. you were one a of a kind. someone so rare that he was lucky enough to stumble upon. a gem that piqued his interest. it's one of the main reasons why he instigated on having a fuck buddy relationship.

he liked how you measure up to him despite your size difference, how brave you look in the battlefield, he adored how you smiled along with how your eyes shine, how he loves hearing you laugh, how you fit in his arms after the deed, how he never ran out of things to talk with you, how you listen to him ramble as he either brags about his achievements or his nerdy obssession with tinkering.

he truly noticed how beautiful you are when he's in you, when he takes in the full glory of you as you were bare under him. when he thinks about these stuff; it's making him daydream and spiral deeper into you. he hated it.

he hated how it made him think how much of a fool he was. it was just about the sex. that's why you leave immediately, he deduced. he thought that maybe, you were scared or ashamed of what you two are having.

so what's the fucking point of continuing if he started catching feelings? the past kidd wouldn't care about shit like this. and it irritated him how much he cares about it now.

that's why the next day, when you tried to insinuate a quickie, he brushed you off. and he never brushes you off. so you knew something was up.

"woke up on the wrong side of the bed, captain? the hell?" you snarked when he tsked as you sat close to him and rubbed your chest on his arm. he'd usually put an arm around you discreetly but this time, he just rolled his eyes.

"i'm tired." he growled, scooting away from you a little to reach a can of beer by the table.

"hmm, need a massage? we can do a quick one, crew seems busy." you said in an inviting tone, shifting closer as you rubbed on his arm.

"just...fuckin' do whatever you need to. quit bein' all over me for a bit, alright?" he asked in an exasperated tone, standing up and stomping towards his quarters. not even sparing you a glance.

that was your last conversation for the day and you didn't come to his quarters that night. you decided to let him be, you thought that maybe he's conflicted with something and decided to leave him alone.

until days passed and he was still acting different. he wasn't looking your way anymore. he sat at the other end of the table during meals, neither near or facing you. you don't catch him looking behind to check on you. although he still talks to you, he became cold. he answers short sentences and dismisses it. he always ignored and brushed off your advances. and it was starting to hurt.

so during the night, you visited him on his quarters.

"i didn't say anyone could come in-" he was angry while responding until he caught sight of you.

"did i do something wrong, kidd? it's been several days and... you've been distant." you rubbed your shoulders in apprehension, desperately finding meaning in his eyes curtained by scrunched up brows.

"you're fine. it's late, you should get some rest." he dismissed immediately, turning his back on you.

"what about you? are you stressed? you're doing okay lately?" you inquired, walking closer in hopes of instilling something cordial.

"quit worryin' about me." he snarked, back still turned on you.

you sighed. and tried one more time. you sat at the edge of the bed next to him. he exhaled heavily feeling the mattress sink at your presence.

"kidd, talk to me." you expected, looking up at him. growing anxious at his decline.

"just go, name. i'm tired and i need some damn rest. why are you even so persistent about something so fuckin' trivial? why does it concern you, huh? do you want to fuck so bad? fine! get fuckin' naked, jesus christ." he stood up on his feet as his voice gradually increased volume.

that's when your vision narrowed, your cheeks burned, and your eyes stung. "n-no, sorry. i-i'm gonna go." you swallowed, leaving his room at once.

"that's all you ever do, you just fuckin' go, aye? can i blame you, though? feelings aren't supposed to come into question. we're just fuckin', damn it." kidd silently told himself, sitting back down as he ran fingers through his hair. "i just really have to start catching feelings, huh? what a goddamn idiot." he plopped himself to the bed, spreading into a starfish position as he closed his eyes.

so you ran away from his room, away from the victoria. you sat by the port far from where the ship was docked, where you were met with seagulls playing by the sea. you needed a new breather.

but kidd was at war with his head. he surprisingly felt bad. and he was itchy in his position; he wanted to move, to stand up and run after you and tell you how he feels. but with his hulking pride? it won't be so easy.

more days passed after your encounter and you two were distant with each other. killer and the others noticed it but didn't bother prying. they know they're on thin ice if they so much as ask about your situation with kidd.

what would pull kidd's head out of his ass was when he saw you out the pub, getting overly friendly with other men. in your defense, you were sitting by the sofa alone and they came to join you.

he, killer, heat, and wire were sitting by the barstools a few tables ahead of you. kidd was constantly looking over his shoulder and saw you enjoying yourself. the sight of you with other men rubbed him the wrong way. it prompted him to drink more than he usually does.

"hey boss, you okay? you seem... paranoid?" wire started, looking around to see what was wrong.

"shut up." kidd replied in a heartbeat, chugging his rum as he tore his eyes off the freak show that is you with other men.

but you don't catch kidd's eyes so you didn't realize something was wrong with him. why would it even bother him anyway?

until kidd got super drunk after stuffing himself with rum and roasted meat. he heard the men laughing a little too loud along with yours. he couldn't take it anymore.

and all in a blink of an eye, a fight broke out in the pub.

kidd started it with the man who sat next to you, rubbing a little too close and too often at you. he grabbed his collar and punched him flat on the ground. the other men tried retaliating but killer, heat, and wire were already taking care of them. they had no choice, their captain started it.

you sat there in absolute shock with a hand over your mouth which soon traveled onto pinching your temples.

"hey! guys, fucking stop it! will you please fucking leave it?! the pub owner already called the stationed marines!" you physically got in between all of them, tearing away your crew mates from the knocked out men. poor men who got innocently involved in your captain's fury.

"leave it, kidd! for fuck's sake, just listen to me for fucking once!" you tugged on kidd's arm, which was threatening to land a feral punch on the knocked out bloody man lying on the ground.

he let go and let you drag him out the pub. you all ran in a secluded alley, somewhere far from the pub.

"what the fuck was that?! can someone tell me what the fuck happened?! were the guys jeering at y'all or some shit?!"

"we just backed up, boss." heat shrugged, wiping off blood from his busted lip. so your gaze landed on kidd, who got off with bloody knuckles and a bruise on the cheek.

"they were all over you, you think nothing's wrong with that?!" he pointed over to the pub, adamant on his cause.

"am i not allowed to socialize with other people now?! they were accompanying me because i sat alone! i sat fucking alone! they were not all over me. as a matter of fact, they helped changed my mood. is it so wrong to have fun with them?!"

"and you couldn't even be bothered if they were takin' advantage of you? tryna bed you or some fuckin' shit." kidd crossed his arms, avoiding your gaze.

"and what if i do agree, huh? what if i want to sleep with them? how is that any of your fucking problem? when you won't even bother looking my damn way these past few days. does it concern you who i fucking sleep with?" you shouted with blood rushing to your face, your heart was beating so fast and your head was pounding. your eyes were stinging with the precarious tears coming your way.

"yes! it fuckin' does, name!" he answered almost immediately, his eyes teary and bloodshot.

"because i wanna be with you! i want to sleep in the same bed all night with you! not see you kick yourself out each night we do it just because you don't want them seeing you leave my quarters. like it fuckin' matters! i'm the captain of my own damn ship! who the hell cares if you leave my quarters by morning, aye?!" he wiped off the falling tears and sniffed as his nose got stuffy. "i want us to go on goddamn dates, take you out to eat on fucking restaurants, buy you shit you like. i want to know what goes on in your mind. if you feel the same way or i'm just fuckin' kiddin' myself." he laughed bitterly. "i want to spend more time with you, get to know you other than the times you got naked in front of me."

right there, killer and the others almost lost air. wire even coughed up a little blood stuck on his throat. they all excused themselves silently and left you two be.

"but who am i kiddin'? we're in this shit for the fuck, aye? sure enough, why the hell would you settle for a brute like me?! a foul, vicious, selfish, and prideful jerk like me? i sure as fuckin' hell wouldn't." he sat by the asphalt in defeat, running his hand through his locks. ashamed of himself really. confessing shit like that even though he thought you'd fold first. he thinks of himself as a joke.

but you, you were stunned. you didn't even know you were crying. all you could do was kneel before him and pull him in a hug.

kidd's eyes widened and he stiffened up. you really smelled nice, you felt warm. it was all that ran through his head. his embarrassment from his confession was now long gone. you somehow corrupted his thoughts yet again.

"for the record, i had the biggest crush on you." you said to him and he pulled away so he could see your face if you're screwing with him. "really. one of the reasons, if not all, why i joined."

kidd immediately flushed red. he looked away to avoid your gaze.

"this all happened because your dumbass couldn't talk about your feelings." you gave him a flick on the forehead. "so, what if we have that 'date' you wanna have and sort this all out?" you placed your hand on his jaw, fingers spreading across the sides of his cheeks to cup his face. "it's not fair that you're the only one who gets to confess."

"you can stop being cheeky now, it's annoying."

"hm? but your red cheeks says otherwise."

you soon took him back to the ship, you told him to wait by his quarters since you'll fetch the ice pack. when you came back the room was empty, you looked around only to see his bathroom door ajar with a little amount of steam escaping.

you tsked to yourself, sighing as you waited on the edge of the bed. when he finally emerged from the bathroom, you were ready to berate him. only to see him fully naked, without so much as a towel hanging around his hips.

"w-why the fuck are you-"

"hm? ain't the first time you see me naked. why bother coverin' up?" he crossed his arms, smirking. he clearly knows what he's doing. now he's all haughty. has he cleared his head in the bath? or did the evident blush on your cheeks rubbed his ego?

"i told you to wait here and i'll get you an ice pack, you look like a fucked up fruit." you placed your hands on your hips, fighting the urge to look down.

yet all he did was march closer to you but you kept your front steady, maintaing eye contact. and he was quiet and smug. he fetched a towel on the way to wrap around his hips and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"honestly, when will you listen?" you sighed placing the clothed ice pack up to his cheek. he placed his hand over yours, goosebumps spreading across your skin with his touch.

"i got it." he said sparing you a cheeky glance, you yanked your hand away in return.

"why'd you take a bath? you wanna rile me up, huh? by not listening to me?" you crossed your arms.

"i just felt fuckin' dirty and i'm all bloody, do you give a fuck now if i shower or not?"

this is pretty much how your normal conversation goes. you snark at him, kidd snarks back even harsher. that's why talking seriously wasn't in your bucketlist with him. he has an insufferable temper and you don't plan on submitting to his anger. really now, one of the things you have in common is being stubborn.

"it's just that... we're going out later in the day and... i don't want to go around smelling like absolute dogshit when i'm around you."

"ah you don't, huh?" you took in his flustered state, scowling face with red ears and pressed lips. avoiding your gaze firmly. "well, i guess i'd better get ready myself. gotta doll myself up too. keep that ice pack on your cheek, okay? don't make me tape that shit."

you saw yourself out, fighting your smile as you exited the door. kidd lied down flat on his bed, clutching his chest as he bathed in the foreign feeling of love beating in his chest. while you ran towards the ladies' dorm in full speed just to scream in your pillow in excitement.

the night went on with you two enjoying yourself at a diner. telling each other how crazy you felt for each other. it later turned into stupid things like how he broke the spoon or how you keep on downing a glass of wine (it's cuz you were nervous).

you and kidd decided to spend the night in a motel, to have the time and space to yourselves. because you two are going to be making your way to your room kissing like rabbits in heat.

kidd would have you in his hands, carrying you by your bum while you wrap your arms around his neck for support while you tug on his locks. he would slam you against the door while you turn the knob open.

once inside, he'd be keen on taking your clothes off first. discarding them on the floor while you get busy on taking off his goggles, fur coat, and shirt. but there was no hurry, he walked slowly you could take your time.

kidd would sit by the edge of the bed while his lips were still connected to you, sucking aggressively as if it's his last. his hand grabbing your bum and kneading it with much fervor. his lipstick stains would mark your cheeks and neck, an obvious obssession with those parts of you.

surprisingly enough, you two spent the past hours entangled in each other's limbs. you were lying down on his torso while he had his arm secured around you, pinching your skin playfully or just tracing circles across the surface. his mechanical arm already discarded. both of your clothes scattered across the wooden floors. it was just your bare body against his.

there was something different about the way he kisses you now, his lips lingered more rather than the usual hungry kisses that pried your mouth open. his touch was gentle as opposed to the usually firmly vulgar grip he has on you just so he could force his length in you and fuck you stupid. his moans in your lips were heard and warm, as if he wasn't trying to usually stifle it.

he tuck strands of hair behind your ear while he returns your kisses, his hand soon settled on the back of your head protectively. your one hand was combing deep through his voluminous, red locks while the other cups his face. it was such a foreign sight, where you two weren't in a hurry. not too impatient in taking your clothes off, reaching your climax, or leaving first thing after fucking. it was like the restraints were off, the weight you two were bearing was now off your shoulders, and all the time in the world stopped for both of you.

"now, how does that feel?" kidd broke out, pulling away from your kisses but his voice was raspy and low. almost a whisper. "how does it feel to not rush and take your time? good, aye?" he nuzzled his nose on your neck, flesh hand angling your head upward from his grip on the juncture of your nape and head.

"since when did you care about that? being romantic and all." you giggled a little as his breath came into contact with your skin.

"since you started becomin' the bane of my existence." he pressed wet kisses on your jaw upto your cheek, and now he's finally eye to eye with you.

"oh shut up, you love me."

"aye, unfortunately."

AAAAAA 🥹

thank you so much for the request anon! i hope this somehow aligned with your expectations :DDD this request was so perfect for this trope 🥰 it was fate that the reel came across my feed LMAOAAHSJHSHSHS

i did a different approach to this, i made kidd be the one to say the line when i initially thought it should be reader. i just love the flavor of him being totally crazy with reader he'd wax poetic a confession 🫶🥺 love this tsuntsun so much 🤣

[arixella]

Fractured Hearts

╰┈➤ pairing: Eustass Kid x female! reader

a/n: none

summary: Kid and the reader have a heated argument about their strained relationship, but their daughter interrupts, prompting them to reflect on their actions and come together for the sake of their family.

wc: 1.2k

contains: super angst to fluff

It had started like any other evening. Kid had come back from a long day of business, and you were tending to the house, trying to juggle everything as usual—cooking dinner, making sure your daughter was entertained, and managing the chaos of life. You were tired, frustrated, but you loved your family, and that love kept everything going, even on the rough days.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the weight of everything that had been building for weeks finally erupted.

"Why do you always do this?" Kid's voice was raised, sharp and cutting as he threw his coat aside. His eyes were blazing with frustration, his jaw clenched tightly. "You act like I don’t have enough on my plate! You think everything’s supposed to be perfect when I’m not around? You don’t get it, (Y/N). I can’t just drop everything for some perfect little world where everything goes the way you want it to!"

You froze, feeling the sting of his words. The air in the room thickened. "You think I get to live in some perfect little world, Kid? Maybe I don’t want to have to manage everything alone! Maybe I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to hold this family together!"

Kid’s face twisted in anger, but behind the rage, you saw something darker—a hurt, a frustration he wasn’t expressing. "I’m not perfect. I never said I was, but I’m doing the best I can!"

"You think this is ‘doing your best’?" Your voice cracked with emotion, the rawness of your feelings coming out all at once. "You’re barely here! I’m doing everything I can to make this work, and it feels like you don’t even care anymore. What’s the point of being together if we can’t even—"

The words were pouring out of you now, as if they had been waiting to be unleashed for so long. You hated fighting like this, hated feeling like you were losing the man you loved, but this—this constant feeling of being abandoned was eating away at you.

"I’m right here!" Kid roared, his fists tightening in frustration. His face was flushed with anger now, the weight of everything weighing down on both of you. "But if you can’t see that—if you can’t understand that I’m just trying to make sure we have a future—"

"And what about now, Kid?" you shouted, your chest tight with tears. "What about our daughter? What about us? We’re falling apart, and you’re too damn stubborn to see it."

There was a heavy silence. You stood there, panting with anger, tears brimming in your eyes. Kid’s gaze softened just slightly, but the tension was still thick between you two. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, as if the universe had chosen that very moment to break the silence, you heard a small, quiet voice.

"Mama? Papa?"

Your daughter, standing in the doorway, looked up at both of you, her innocent eyes wide with confusion. The weight of what you were doing hit you both like a brick.

She had been standing there, probably listening to the whole argument.

You both froze, staring at her for what felt like an eternity. Your daughter, a beautiful mix of both of you, stood there with her little hands clasped in front of her, a deep frown on her face as if she didn’t understand why the two people she loved most in the world were fighting.

Your heart shattered as her gaze shifted between you and Kid, her tiny brow furrowed. "Why are you both yelling?"

It was like everything suddenly stopped. The anger that had been simmering between you and Kid evaporated, leaving behind a hollow, aching emptiness.

"Sweetheart…" you whispered, your voice trembling as you quickly wiped away a tear. You rushed over to her, dropping down to her level and pulling her into a tight embrace. "I’m sorry, baby. We didn’t mean to scare you."

Kid stood there, frozen, his own anger replaced by guilt and remorse. He wanted to move, to say something, but his words were stuck. He hadn’t realized what his anger had been doing to her. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Papa?" she asked softly, glancing up at him, her little face full of concern. "Are you mad at Mama?"

Kid's breath caught in his throat, and without a word, he kneeled beside you both, gently placing a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. His voice was hoarse, broken. "No, sweetie… I’m not mad. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice."

You both sat there for a moment, the weight of the argument still lingering in the air, but softened by the quiet innocence of your daughter’s presence. Slowly, you stood, lifting her into your arms as Kid watched, feeling like a failure.

After a long silence, you looked at Kid. The rage had melted away, replaced by something more vulnerable, something you hadn’t seen in him for a while.

"You can’t keep doing this," you said softly, but firmly. "We can’t keep doing this. She can’t keep seeing us like this."

Kid looked at you, his eyes filled with regret. He didn’t know how to fix what was broken, but he knew he had to. You both had to.

"I know," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I just… I don’t know what to do anymore."

"Then figure it out, Kid," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "For her. For us."

Kid nodded, swallowing hard as he stood and approached you, his hand brushing against your cheek, the touch almost tentative. "I’m sorry," he whispered. "I never wanted to hurt you… or her."

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. "I know you didn’t. But we need to be a team. We’re a family, Kid. We’re her family. You can’t keep pushing us away. Not anymore."

He nodded, the weight of your words hitting him harder than he’d ever expected. His daughter, his little girl, had been the wake-up call he needed. He had been so focused on everything else, he had neglected the most important thing in his life: his family.

"Okay," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I’ll do better. I promise."

You kissed your daughter’s forehead gently, then turned to Kid, offering a small, tired smile. "We’re in this together. We’ll work through it. But we need to start thinking about her—about us."

Kid’s face softened, and he reached for your hand, holding it tightly. "Yeah… Yeah, you’re right."

Your daughter, oblivious to the complexity of adult emotions, smiled up at both of you. "Can we all play together now?"

You smiled through your tears and nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. We’re a family, and we’ll always be a family."

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[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

[eustasscherrygirl]

I live for Kid angst😭🩷

hello! congratulations on 3000 followers!✨ can I request some eustass kid angst with prompt 2 ? (fem reader & sfw/nsfw both okay!)🩷

replacement (or hiding your feelings ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid x female reader & killer x female reader (they both want you); 1,000+ words, no content warnings other than angst! thank u for participating <3

the astringent attitude that coursed through kid’s veins proved to be the beginning of the end of your relationship with him.

unwilling to adhere to a public commitment, you kept your affairs confidential. which wasn’t an issue, especially with a man such as he, you enjoyed occupying his time when he allowed you to.

but your private rendezvous’ grew weary; his touches grew cold, blank stares an indicator that you no longer held his attention.

ignorantly, you chose to ignore this, hoping a night out together could repair what the two of you had left.

“you excited? heard this place was pretty good,” you say, hand gingerly wrapped around his arm.

he lets out a long exasperated sigh before mumbling a passive answer underneath his breath. your smile falters, also noticing his hand that he kept stuffed in his pocket instead of welcoming your touch.

when you approach the small bar, you regain your composure, eager for the both of you to consume some alcohol. kid doesn’t say a word as he orders two drinks, not even reaching for your hand as you let go in the bustling crowd.

the deep, sinking feeling in your chest that you attempted to push down remained when he seemed more than pleased to engaged in conversation with anyone but you.

he usually wasn’t such a people person, but evidently any stranger in his place proved a better choice than you.

as the night progresses, you realize just how taxing it is for kid to be around you, your bar tap increases faster and faster.

your vision begins to double, the room spinning slightly as you attempt to ask your lover for a minute of his attention.

the vicious glare that he sends your way, harshly yanking his arm back from your grasp, has you rushing for the bathroom.

your grip on the sink flushes your knuckles white as you take in a heaving breath. the inevitable heartbreak finally situated itself in your heart, but you decide against confrontation, at least until you were sober.

with all the courage you could muster, you knew you had leave the stuffy air of the pub and head on home alone.

you slip through the door, scanning the room for his bright red hair. like the nail in the coffin, you find your dispassionate lover snug in a booth with another woman under his arm.

an ironic laugh leaves your lips when you find yourself in her features, despite how intoxicated you are. but you push past the hoards of people, finally inhaling a deep, crisp breath of autumn air when you exit the establishment.

the cool atmosphere clears your mind for a second, causing a single tear to roll down your cheek. goosebumps rise to your skin at the gust of wind, heading back to the victoria punk.

with your head hanging low you fail to notice the man walking in your direction, nearly colliding with him just as he reaches out for you.

“y/n?” killer calls, gripping onto your arms.

you stumble in his touch, glancing up at him with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“are you okay?” he worries, stabilizing you with ease.

unable to control your emotions, your lips form a frown as you shake your head no.

“i think i drank too much,” you whine, wrapping an arm around his neck.

the agony that is illustrated across your features tears at his heart, but he’s eager to help in your time of need.

“c’mere,” he mutters, carrying you in his arms as you lay your head on his broad shoulder.

you hum an apology, nuzzling yourself into his warmth as you do so. he can smell the alcohol on your breath, the fruity scent wafting around his senses.

once you’re back home, he sets you down in your bed, making sure to remove your shoes for you.

“wait,” you murmur, latching onto his hand as he tries to exit. you give it a light squeeze before weakly pulling back towards you. “stay with me?”

the warm, welcoming sensation in his chest leads him to accept your offer, climbing under the covers with you.

“that can’t be comfortable to sleep in,” you point out, reaching for his striped helmet.

killers instincts alert him to tear from your touch, but he remains frozen as you remove the headgear from him.

more aware of his own complexion than ever, he scans your face for any sort of reaction.

but when you smile, reaching up to trace his jawline, a heavy burden alleviates itself from his chest. a breath of fresh air hallows out his lungs as he pins your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together.

“didn’t know you had such pretty eyes,” you voice, raspy and unsure.

“maybe you weren’t looking hard enough,” he playfully teases back, leaning in closer to your lips.

you can feel them ghosting over your own, unable to resist the hypnotic pull of him that fogs your brain. before you know it, your lips are slotted together moving in a synchronized rhythm.

but killer is a gentleman, never willing to allow things to escalate too far despite him wanting way more from you. once you finally break away from him, he runs a hand through your hair, holding you tightly to him.

“i could get used to this,” you admit with satisfaction, noticing the unusual comfort that kid had never provided.

he hums contently, “me too.” he kisses the top of your hair, aiding you both into a deep sleep.

the next morning, kid grumbles as he slumps out of his room, a random woman in tow. with no knowledge but her name, he walks her off the ship, eager for her to leave.

his dark circles encompass most of his face as he returns toward his room. just as he’s about to turn the corner, he hears the latch for your door unlock.

while he didn’t particularly want to see you, he figured he’d say something, but your face isn’t the one he sees when the door opens.

kid stands frozen as killer exits your room, closing the door as gently as he can desiring not to wake you.

he watches his friend put his helmet back on, with brows knitted so tightly together he’s sure to form frown lines on his forehead.

a painfully unfamiliar feeling claws at kid’s chest as he glances at your closed door one more time. but despite his earnestness, he ignores it, stuffing the feeling down for the second time and continues on with his day.

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[innerfare]

You’re Jealous

 Summary: You get jealous of someone else in his life.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid

Genre: Slight Angst // Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy:

He never told you Boa Hancock was in love with him, and when you find out, you have to remove yourself from the situation before you have an emotional outburst and start something with the Pirate Empress. The problem is, you don’t even know which emotion will spill out of you. Finding out the world’s most beautiful woman, and a powerful Warlord, no less, is desperate to marry Luffy is a whirlwind, to say the least. Luffy can seem clueless at times, but his emotional intelligence is through the roof, and he picks up on what has you upset almost straight away. He knows to give you some space, and when he senses you’re ready, he approaches you with a handful of wildflowers he picked. He doesn’t really say much, just pulls you into a hug, presses a few kisses into your cheek and temple, and says in your ear, “you’re my girl.” 

Zoro:

He didn’t mention Perona was also at Mihawk’s castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didn’t mention her because he didn’t think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. He’s actually the one who won’t let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas you’d prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because he’d never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize you’ve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone else’s feelings. 

Sanji:

Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous of a woman you’ve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you can’t help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancé. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things he’s never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life. 

Ace:

He collects people without trying, and often times, without realizing, either. Ace thinks he’s just making friends, but you see the way the women he laughs and shares drinks with are drawn to him like plants to the sun. He promises them freedom and adventure (and he has a very nice laugh), and you can see how it excites them. You don’t really mind it, knowing Ace well enough to see the way he holds those women at arm’s length, even if he seems close with them (such is the magic of Fire First Ace). But Yamato makes you jealous. It’s not hearing the way they laughed together but hearing the way they fought that gets to you. You know how Ace lives to fight and even just roughhouse, you know how he’s a rough and tumble guy, and you worry you’re not tough enough. Should you be punching his arm when he makes a joke? Should you be trying to trip him out on deck? What should you be doing? When you finally come clean with Ace about what’s been bothering you, he actually laughs. “If I wanted to be with someone who gives me hell, I’d be sleeping in Marco’s cabin every night. Besides,” he says, scooping you up in his arms, “I like being able to manhandle you.” 

Sabo:

Sabo is a flirt, and you knew that going into your relationship. It actually doesn’t bother you when he flashes that charming smile of his at someone else or swoops in to save a damsel in distress (a speciality of his) and even serves to entertain, especially on the rare occasions his flirtations are rebuked. What does bother you, though, is his tight relationship with Koala. You know it’s ridiculous to be envious, you know Koala would sooner saw off her arm than kiss the man she considers her irksome big brother, but they’ve known each other since they were little kids, and Koala has been through so much with Sabo that the pair have such a close bond. It’s not the angry kind of jealousy that bubbles up in you when Koala mentions something about Sabo’s past that she assumes you know but you don’t, just the sad kind that you try to keep to yourself. Surprisingly, Sabo notices, though you don’t realize until he hugs you from behind and mumbles in your ear that he’s glad you’re the only one who knows he has a skincare routine, his silly words diffusing your mood and acting as the exact affirmation you needed. If it’s not enough, though, he’ll happily prove his loyalty to you by challenging Koala to a karate match, though.  

Law:

Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you can’t help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didn’t have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. She’s intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, you’re interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you don’t participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty. 

Kid:

He doesn’t ever talk about his first love, Victoria. In fact, you didn’t even know she existed until Killer got drunk one night and began speaking of his dearly departed. What he didn’t mention was that Kid, too, had been in love with her. It only comes up the next night when you mention it to Wire, who mentions it was the death of his first love, Victoria, that put Kid on the war path and united the first four members of the Kid Pirates. Realizing Wire messed up, Heat chimes in to say, “he’d do the same for you.” But you’re not convinced, mainly because Kid never told you any of this. It tears you apart, leaves you tossing and turning for nights on end, until you finally burst into Kid’s workshop one night ranting about how he doesn’t trust you and holds you at arm’s length. “Heat says you’d do the same for me, but-” Kid cuts you off and says, “I wouldn’t do the same, I’d do worse. Much, much worse.” And from the wicked gleam in his eye, you’re inclined to believe him. 

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I am a fucking idiot my brain clocked out while I was reading the prompts

All Angst;

2, 8, 11.

All with both Law and Kid (seperate)

Hello, my dear. Thank you for the request! I have been needing to crank out some good old heart-wrenching angst, so this request was much appreciated!

That being said, I am a sucker for both Kidd and Law, so this will be a two-parter - sorry to keep you waiting :3 but I promise there will be plenty of angst and smut in the next part, so hopefully it is worth the wait <3

Kidd/Law x F!Reader - SFW - "Please don't talk about yourself like that." - STORY UNDER THE CUT CW: ANGST; kidd is prideful and stubborn, law is moody and sensitive, crew mate!reader ---word count ~1k each

A simple comment about him controlling his temper was all it took to have you and your captain at each other’s throats. You couldn’t understand how he could be so brazen and hot-headed when danger stared him in the face, and he didn’t give you a chance to explain where your concerns stemmed from before he dismissed them completely, his stubbornness rearing its ugly head as he cut you off in the middle of your sentence.

“I don’t care to hear anymore, Y/N. I am the captain of this crew, and I will handle things my way. The pirate I am has gotten our crew to where we are so far - so if you have a problem with the way I handle things…”

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“...Either keep it to yourself or get lost!”

You barely heard the words leave his mouth as he stared down at you, chest puffed out and breathing heavily as he yelled. Your eyes burned, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how hard his words hit you. Instead, you looked over to Killer - who normally played peacemaker between the two of you during your squabbles - to find him rubbing his temples as Kidd turned and stormed away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the deck. Unbeknownst to you, Quincy was also lurking near the stairs to the helm, witnessing the fall out of what started out as a heart-to-heart with your captain.

You let the first sob shake your shoulders as the door to Kidd’s workshop slams shut, and Quincy and Killer are immediately on you, both of them reaching a reassuring hand to your shoulders. You brush away from their touch, storming to the bow of the ship to get away from everyone, feeling your chest tightening as you struggle to draw in breaths.

To your surprise Quincy follows you, lingering a few feet from where you grip the railing, trying your best to level your breathing as tears continue to sting your eyes. She doesn’t say anything, not wanting to leave you alone, but also not wanting to impose on your space as you try to settle your mind.

“He didn’t mean it,” she says softly, shifting closer to you as you turn and lean against the railing, keeping your eyes on the ground as she approaches.

“Yes he did,” you murmur, feeling the familiar self-doubt creep into your mind as you think over the argument that just occurred. “He’s always told me I’m too emotional for this lifestyle, so maybe I don’t belong here after all.”

Quincy flinches at your words, reaching her arms out and pulling you into a hug by your shoulders. “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Y/N,” she chastises, pulling away to look you in your eyes as she continues. “Kidd is just… emotionally constipated. Like, all the time. He views emotions as a sign of weakness, and he doesn’t realize that if everyone on this crew acted as irrationally as he did, we wouldn’t have made it this far.”

You hold back the new tears forming in your eyes as you look at Quincy, talking in her words as she offers you a gentle smile. 

“C’mon,” she nudges, “I know where Killer keeps his comfort snacks.”

She giggles as your lip curls into a smile, following her to the kitchen and immediately feeling a lump in your throat as you open the door to Kidd and Killer arguing in the kitchen.

Kidd’s eyes flick over to you, not even flinching at your disheveled appearance before he returns his gaze to Killer, who looks exasperated as he nudges his head in your direction. 

“Apologize.”

Killer’s authoritative voice makes you flinch as you keep your eyes on Kidd, his throat bobbing as he holds Killer’s glare. 

“Last time I checked, I am the captain of this crew,” he says between gritted teeth. He turns his gaze to you, eyes fiery with rage as he grows more defensive by the second. “And I don’t recall one of my responsibilities as captain to be coddling my crew when they don’t get their way.”

You feel your jaw tense at his words, and before you can swallow down the retort you take a step forward and press your hands to the counter. 

“Stop acting like a self-righteous prick, Kidd,” you snap, feeling the rage bubbling up from your gut as you lash out at him. “I only said what I did earlier because… I love you.”

The last words leave your mouth quieter than the previous ones, your voice cracking from the vulnerability behind them. This was only the second time you’d dare utter the words to Kidd, the first time you had been the day he lost his arm - when you weren’t sure he would make it. The two of you hadn’t spoken about it directly, but you knew Kidd was mindful of the way you felt for him, at least you thought that was the case until today.

You can feel Killer and Quincy tense as Kidd’s stance sharpens, his lip curling as if he were going to snarl at the words leaving your mouth.

“I didn’t ask you to love me.”

Your breath hitches as you hear the words hanging in the air, the weight of them bearing down on your shoulders as the tears burning your eyes begin to fall. 

Kidd looks away, almost wincing at your reaction as he speaks again.

“I am the way that I am, Y/N. You of all people should know this,” he grunts, moving from his spot across the kitchen and heading towards the door. “I don’t need any of you trying to change me or tell me what I should be doing.”

With that Kidd kicks open the door to the kitchen and stomps away, back out onto the deck. 

You try your best to hold in the sobs as you saunter over to the door, desperate to go curl up in your bed and try to sort through your thoughts. 

“Y/N,” Killer calls to you quietly, causing you to pause at the door as you try to muster the strength to answer him. 

Your lip quivers, the hole in your chest growing as you hear Kidd’s words echoing through your mind, and instead of saying anything you just look back at Killer. The pain in your eyes must have said enough because his shoulders slump as he watches you leave the kitchen.

Your vision blurs as you disappear below deck and into the women’s quarters, grateful that no one was around to hear you as your sobs rock you into a fitful sleep.

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“...Maybe it's time to re-evaluate your position on this crew.”

You could feel your nails digging into your palms as you squeezed your hands into fists at your sides, feeling that familiar burn in your eyes as you watched Law resume wrapping the wound on his arm. 

He winces as he struggles to lift his shoulder, and you instinctively lunge towards him to assist him with wrapping the wound, your jaw tight as you work in silence. You fought the urge to tie the bandage too tight in retaliation as Law watched you work, his eyes softening ever so slightly as he took in how your delicate hands traced over his skin.

The door to his office swings open behind you as you finish tying off the gauze, and Bepo strolls in and drops a stack of paperwork onto Law’s desk before turning it over to the two of you. 

“Captain,” he says wearily, nodding awkwardly as he feels the tension in the air between the two of you. “Shachi and I are done sorting through the documents you brought back, and these are the ones that looked the most promising.”

Law turns his attention from you to Bepo, and you take the opportunity to shift away from him, shuffling towards the door in an attempt to dismiss yourself. 

“Y/N,” Law’s stern voice cuts through the air, Bepo flinching a bit as he casts a sympathetic gaze your way. “We’re not done, here.”

You squeeze your hands again, feeling your palms sting as you stop halfway through the doorway. You breathe in deeply before looking over your shoulder at him, his brows furrowing as he catches your heated glare.

Bepo salutes awkwardly as he shuffles towards the door, distress evident on his face as he disappears back down the hall, leaving you alone with Law once again.

You turn around and lean against the wall, eyeing Law from across the room as he hobbles over to his desk, skimming over the papers that Bepo left as he contemplates the next thing to say.

“I don’t appreciate being questioned, Y/N,” Law murmurs, eyes lifting to meet yours as he sits down behind his desk. “At the end of the day, the crew will do as I say, and I will take whatever necessary measures are needed in order to ensure we are successful.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you refocus on him. “So we are supposed to just stand idly by while you make reckless decisions, regardless of how risky they are? You expect your crew to just sit back and be yes-men?”

He grimaces at the tone in your voice, his eyes dropping back down to the papers on his desk. “I want my crew to trust me, and not question their captain’s decisions.”

“Well, I can’t do that, Law. Not when I care about you this much.” You feel your breath catch in your throat and your pulse rise at the realization of your admission. 

Law’s hand tightens on the edge of the table, and his eyes shoot back up to meet your heated gaze. “If you can’t trust me, Y/N, then why are you part of this crew?”

You suck in a shallow breath at Law’s question, wondering if he was asking it to you or to himself. 

“If you don’t want me here, just say that,” you say through clenched teeth, dropping your chin to your chest as you feel your eyes begin to burn.

Law grimaces, still holding firm as he keeps his gaze on you, “Your words, not mine.”

Not an admission, but his answer leaves little room for comfort as you slowly release the breath you had been holding. You can feel your pulse in your temples as you do your best to fight off the tears, turning away from Law and storming out of the room as you feel the first one slip through your lids.

You waited half a beat for him to call out to you, to come rushing after you to offer you the reassurance you were seeking - that he wanted you on his crew. But Law remained in his office chair as your trembling legs carried you down the halls of the polar tang, stopping as you round the corner to release the pressure building in your chest. A sob rakes through your body, your throat immediately going raw as the tears spill faster and faster. You bring a hand to your mouth to keep the sound from reaching your crewmates down the hall, ducking into the small corridor that leads to the small women’s quarters. 

You quickly enter the room and shut the door behind you, leaning your head against it as your sobs intensify, the sound vibrating off the walls of the empty room. You turn and lean against the door, sinking down to the floor and holding your knees to your chest as you try to get a grip on the emotions swirling through your chest. You hear footsteps approaching from down the hall and try to muffle the sounds of your cries, but Bepo’s soft knock at the door for some reason brings a whole new wave of emotions washing over you. 

“Y/N,” he calls gently through the door. You drop your head down onto your arms and continue sobbing, letting the pathetic sounds tell Bepo everything he needs to know as he lingers on the other end of the door.

“I’m fine, Bepo,” you croak, knowing you don’t sound anywhere near as convincing as you wanted to. “I’ll be gone soon, so you and the others won't have to worry about me. I’m sure you’ll find someone better suited for this kind of thing anyway.

Bepo leans into the door, wishing he could somehow offer you an embrace through it.

“Please don’t say that, Y/N. We need you.” 

Silence is all you can offer him as your eyes begin to burn again, fresh tears cascading down your face.

He stands there for a while before giving up, realizing you need this time to be alone as he places a supportive paw on the door opposite you before walking away. His footsteps disappear down the halls, leaving you alone with your thoughts - the sound of Law’s voice haunting your dreams as you slump onto the cold floor.

Part Two

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Kid x Reader x Killer angst to eventual comfort

Based off of my Brain Rot TM here

Writing is my therapy and I experienced a sub-drop last night from audio stuff and didn't really have a Dom, so I had an anxiety/panic attack. ANYWAYS. Be careful out there, and communicate clearly.

TW's: Starts with consensual threesome smut, non-con elements, degradation, rough sex, anxiety attack, suggested sub-drop, GN reader

Notes: I spelled his name 'Kidd' even though I later learned it's 'Kid' so whoops lmao.

WC: ~5.6k

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You were nearly suffocating, but gods you loved it. One thick cock was fucking your cute, dripping hole, and the other cock was being rammed down your throat as you jerked forward from the crude thrusts behind you. One hand was holding you up by your handcuffed wrists, and another held a fistful of your hair to keep your head still. Your eyes rolled back as you gagged again around the cock in your throat, drool dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the mattress you were knelt on.

"What a fucking slut, huh Killer? Gonna stretch this lil hole 'till it's gaping" Kidd growled as he gave a particularly harsh thrust behind you. Killer grunted in agreement.

"Look at 'em. Gagging and crying on your cock because it deserves to cry, to barely be able to breathe as we take our fuckin pleasure. Nothing but holes to me."

Kidd continued to talk, degrading you. His voice was deep and hoarse, belying his pleasure. Your shoulders were aching from being held up for so long, but not enough to use the signal to end things. Kidd's thrusts became harder as he yanked you back against his cock, and you felt something in your shoulder pop. Pain bloomed in your shoulder, and though you knew nothing had torn and nothing was broken, it would be soon.

You tried to snap your fingers a few times, but they were too squished in Kidd's grip. You were beginning to panic, and you tried to speak but could only get out a gurgled moan.

"Stay still, bitch- or do I have to teach you a lesson? Need this hole filled until it's overflowing. Nothing but a fucking pocket pussy to us. Pathetic little thing. Please us or we'll dump you" he growled.

You needed to do something. Anything to get out. You tried turning your head, and only succeeded in scraping your teeth against Killer's dick, and he yanked back with a hiss. His cock was removed fully, and you raspily called out the safe word.

"Red"

Killer paused.

"What did you say?" he sounded concerned.

Kidd only shoved your face into the mattress. Something in your neck and shoulder clicked painfully, and you cried out a little.

"Pocket pussy's don't get to speak" he growled. Killer pushed Kidd from your back roughly.

"Speak" the blond ordered to you.

"Red" you whispered, tears now flowing from your eyes for a different reason.

"Okay okay, we're done. Kidd. We're done." Killer spoke firmly to his partner, who was still slowly thrusting in your sore hole. Kidd scoffed, and brought down a hand harshly on your ass, and you jerked forward, off his dick.

"Pathetic."

Kidd gathered a wad of spit in his mouth before spitting it on your ass as you laid there, shaking and crying.

Killer brought his fist up and slammed it across the redhead's face, knocking him off the bed.

"Get out and go cool off" he ordered. Kidd rammed a fist through the wooden floor, and you flinched, breath becoming erratic. You couldn't move. Your head was fuzzy, and all you knew is that you did something bad. He hurt you, and you were bad. The mattress rocked as Killer pushed off the bed and there was a rustle of cloth.

"Get out!" Killer opened the door, and you heard heavy foot falls before the door was slammed shut and locked. At the slam of the door, you flinched and wrapped your hands around your head, curling into the fetal position. Your fists gripped your hair, pulling at it and scratching at the scalp. Your body tensed with each footstep approaching you.

"Hey, baby" Killer spoke softly in his deep voice. You tensed, readying your body as if to ward off any berating words. You were hyperventilating, tear flowing onto the mattress.

"Can I hold your hand?"

You shook your head, not believing you were worthy of any affection. But you couldn't speak.

A soft, fluffy blanket draped over your naked body, shaking like a leaf in the wind as your chest worked rapidly.

"Kick it off if you get too hot. I'm going to lay down next to you and I'm going to breathe. You're going to do your best to follow, okay? Can you speak?"

You managed to shake your head at his question. You couldn't speak. Your voice wouldn't come out, and you couldn't even get yourself to move enough to open your mouth.

"Okay. Put your hand on your chest so you can follow my breathing."

You whimpered, curling into yourself. Why can't I move? Why am I being so bad. I can't- I can't-.

"Can you move your arm?"

You shook your head, starting to sob harder.

"Hey, hey. Okay. You're here. You're okay. Can I move your hand for you? It'll just rest on my chest and then I'll keep it there."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help someone- no, something- like you. Rough, calloused hands gently pried one of your hands away from your hair, and held it. His hand was warm. He moved your hand to his chest, right over his heart. Your shaking hand and body resisted his kindness, but he slowly moved your arm.

"There. Okay? Now I'm going to breathe deeply in.... and out. Can you feel that?" Your arm moved up with the inflation of his lungs, and sank back down with the exhalation. You nodded, hiccupping breaths catching in your throat.

"Okay, now follow me. Ready?" He began breathing in deeply, and you tried to choke down the bucking of your lungs to follow his instructions. I can't be bad. I'll be hurt.

"Good. You're doing so good for me. Keep going."

His hand kept your on his chest, over his heart until you could breathe deeply with him.

"Good job, you did so well. Can I hold you now?"

You nodded, needing to feel protected. He moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, your hand still on his chest as he brought his forehead to yours. At some point, he had removed his helmet.

"Oh sweetie, you did so well saying the safeword. I'm glad you told us."

You began crying and sobbing at his words.

"...i'm sor-r..." you tried to speak, but it burned your throat to do it while crying. Killer pulled your body closer, one hand on the back of your head as he tucked your head under his chin.

"Don't apologize, little one. You did so good. You did everything right. Are you hurt?"

You curled into him, letting yourself cry. Your shoulder still ached, and your neck hurt to move too much. You nodded slightly, your sobs shaking your shoulders as you made a fist against his chest.

"When you feel ready, I need you to show me where, okay?" Killer eased his grip on your body, but stroked your hair as you cried into him. You don't know how much time had passed when your tears finally began to cease.

"...i'm sorry..." you managed to whispered. Killer hummed soothingly in his large chest.

"You're okay sweetie. You did so well. You did everything right" he soothed you. You pulled back from him, and tried to look up at him but flinched as your neck flared in pain. You sucked in air between your teeth as your eyes slammed shut in pain.

"Does your neck hurt?"

You whispered an affirmative.

"Anywhere else?"

"...shoulder" you murmured, eyes squeezed shut. Your body was starting to shake again as you admitted your injuries. Killer's calloused hand trailed lightly over your neck and shoulder.

"Thank you for telling me, hon. Is it muscle pain?" he asked softly. You managed a slight nod.

"Okay. Your muscles have cooled off now so lets run a bath to help with the ache, okay? C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."

You held onto him as he started to rise, and he paused, looking down at you curiously.

"You okay?"

Tears brimmed your eyes again as you spoke.

"You didn't finish. Neither did.. he."

Killer chuckled a little, and cradled your jaw in his hand.

"You're so sweet to worry about that. I'm perfectly fine. So is Kidd."

He looked down at you confidently, and it eased your fears.

"If you need to use me later..." you murmured unthinkingly.

"Hey. No. No. That's not how this works. We love and care about you, and no matter what we say in bed, that will never change. Your boundaries always come first, no matter what. You're hurt from this time, and Kidd went way too far. He's at fault here, and he knows it. You're way more than a thing to us. We love you, as a person. As a being. You're everything to me. To us."

The tears that were brimming fell down your cheeks, and you held your arms out to him.

"I'm sorry" you murmured. He picked you up easily, one arm stabilizing your neck gently and the other scooping you up under your butt. You made a sound at the movement, your hole sensitive and bruised.

"Don't be sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I should've noticed you couldn't signal if you needed to stop" he murmured back. You whined at his apology.

You let him carry you to the connecting bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet as he went to fill the tub.

"Cmon. I know you gotta go. I know you're shy about it so I'm going to turn around and watch the bath while I cover my ears, okay?"

You quickly relieved yourself and patted your poor hole dry from the wetness from earlier. You stood yourself on shaky legs and flushed. Killer turned at your movement, and wrapped you in his arms before you toppled over.

"Let's get in the bath, okay?" you hummed an affirmative, your neck really starting to ache. He stepped into the hot water, easing you down with him. You hissed at the temperature on your abused hole, but quickly moaned in relief. You were more sore than you thought.

"Good, doing so good for me" Killer soothed as you shifted in his lap. He grabbed a nearby wash cloth and dipped it in the water, wringing it out over your neck and injured shoulder. You hummed as the heat soothed the pain a little. You yawned, exhausted from your panic.

"Lemme take care of you. Don't gotta worry 'bout a single thing with me 'round, okay?" a light kiss tickled your temple and you hummed an affirmative, drifting off into a doze as Killer ran the washcloth over your body, cleaning you of your tears and sweat.

You groaned in displeasure as he picked you up from the cooling water and he chuckled a little.

"I know but you'll be warm soon enough"

You huffed at him and in response, he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, drying you off as you sat on the edge of the tub.

"Killer..." you muttered his name, trying to thank him, but another thought struck you instead.

"Hmm?"

"Does he not like me anymore?" tears welled in your eyes again, and you looked down at your boyfriend as he knelt in front of you. He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head gently into his neck.

"That's not it. I don't know why he acted so awful. I know how much he cares about you. He loves you. I love you. Okay?"

You sniffled.

"I love you too" you mumbled. Killer kissed your cheek, and pulled back with his hand cradling your jaw. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips chastely. You pulled back, wincing as the movement made your shoulder and neck hurt.

"Let's get you dressed and into bed. I'll get you some pain medication too."

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, setting your pliant body on the bed. You sat on the edge, staring at the wall and starting to zone out.

Why did he do that? He... He didn't stop. He spat on me and called me pathetic. Killer had to punch him to get him off the bed. Is he okay? What if he had a crash too?

Soft fabric slid against your bare thighs, distracting you from your thoughts. Killer looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes, curious. You noticed he had put sweats on finally.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?"

You sighed.

"What if he also had a... crash?" you asked. Killer sighed, and put the shirt over your head. He guided your arms through the sleeves as he spoke.

"If he did, he would need to be alone. It's how he is" he answered thoughtfully. You hummed, noticing Killer put one of his own old shirts on you.

"Is it weak to need help when I have a-"

"No."

Killer cut you off firmly before you finished. He cupped your cheeks in his large hands, holding your teary gaze.

"You're not weak. You're so strong for telling us to stop when you were in pain and when it was really hard for you to. It's not pathetic, like Kid called you. You are amazing, truly" he kissed your forehead gently, and a single tear slid down your cheek. His thumb wiped it away quickly. You sniffed, bringing the hand of your uninjured side to cover the back of his hand.

"Thank you" you whispered. He smiled softly.

"You're welcome. There's some pain meds and a glass of water on the bedside table, and I know Kid keeps some muscle cream in here somewhere. Let's get your neck and shoulder taken care of, okay?"

You shuffled yourself back painfully towards the head of the bed. You never realized just how much you used your neck and shoulder muscles. Killer met you with the water and pills, and you took them quickly. He took the empty glass and put it on the bedside table before opening a tube of cream he procured while you were choking down the pills. He swept stray hair out of the way and gently massaged the cream into your sore muscles. The cream had a strong menthol smell and had a strange burning yet cooling sensation on the skin.

"Good. That should start to feel better tomorrow" he said, recapping the tube. He wiped his hands off on your discarded towel and helped ease you into the blankets. He went around the room, turning off the lights before crawling into bed next to you, spooning you from behind. He littered kisses on your head and the back of your neck, making you giggle a little.

"Hmmmm there ya are. Go to sleep now. Ya need it" he said gently. You sighed.

"I know... you need to go see if he's okay to stop worrying. But can you wait until I'm asleep?"

His arms tightened around you.

"Of course."

With the promise, you drifted off to sleep quickly, exhausted.

---

You woke to the sound of rustling clothes as someone got dressed. You sighed heavily, turning over and immediately regretting your movement. Pain bloomed through your neck and shoulder, making you wince and groan.

"Mornin', sweetie. How ya feelin'?" Killer's gravelly morning voice soothed your annoyance at being in pain so soon after waking up. You hummed in response. You heard his footsteps walk to your side of the bed, and your eyes opened. The sun was shining from behind him, illuminating his hair like an aura around his body. He looked like he was glowing. You smiled at him dreamily.

"You're so pretty" you murmur. Killer let out a scoff but was obviously pleased at your compliment. He leaned over you, one arm holding some of his weight by your side. His lips pressed to your cheek in a dramatic, drawn out kiss that you've only seen him do a few times behind closed doors. Usually it was used to turn Kidd into a blushing, yelling mess. You giggled at the feeling.

"Ya still hurtin?" he asked, looking down at you. He looked concerned, and even hesitant to ask. The memories of last night came flooding back, and your smile died.

"Yeah" you answered eventually. He stood and rummaged around your bedside table.

"Here, lemme put the cream on before you take the pain meds" he said softly. You eased your head to the side so the injury was exposed to Killer's expert fingers. His warm digits were soon smearing and massaging the muscle cream gently into your skin.

"How's... he?" you asked quietly. You weren't sure you wanted to even talk about him before you've had even a coffee, but you still needed to know if he was alright. Killer sighed.

"Hmm. 'bout how'd ya expect. He just about wrecked his workshop last night in a fit but he's about as okay as you'd think this morning."

You closed your eyes at the news, saddened that he was so angry at you.

"'m sorry" you mumbled. Killer's fingers pulled back from your neck, and he gently turned your face towards him.

"He's not mad at you, he's angry at himself. He can't stand the fact that he hurt you, that he let it get to that point. And you know Kidd, if he's angry at himself, it takes him a lot longer to get through it, let alone over it. I'm keeping an eye on him though, so don't you worry."

You frowned at his words.

"Then who's taking care of you?"

Killer smiled and let out a chuckle. His hand stroked your hair back from your face and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"It helps me to take care of you two, okay? Last night was... a little scary. But we're going to be okay."

You sighed, wishing you could nuzzle into his broad chest, but you knew he had to make sure the ship was running properly despite the captain being... preoccupied.

"Okay" you murmured quietly. He gently stroked your hair and smiled at you.

"C'mon. Let's get ya up and some food in ya" he said, reaching down to scoop you up. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you out of your cozy blankets. He helped you get dressed in some loose fitting clothing, and a shirt with a wide neck so your injury would be accessible. Before you left the room, you hesitated.

"Is he going to be in the kitchen?" you asked meekly.

"Nah. I brought him some food earlier in his workshop. He'll be there most the day probably" Killer answered. There was a whisper of regret in his voice, and you grabbed his hand and squeezed once, reminding him that he wasn't alone..

"Let's go then" you said, opening the door. Killer squeezed your hand back, and followed you to the kitchen.

You ate and drank your coffee, favoring the one shoulder and unable to turn your head very much. Your crewmates gave you some curious glances, but it wasn't uncommon for someone to be injured on the ship. You were pirates, after all. It was odd though that it was you. Kidd and Killer were the strongest fighters on the ship, and couldn't help but watch over you on the battle field. You finished your breakfast, visited the loosely termed "infirmary" to grab some pain pills, and then headed to your favorite space on the ship- the mouth of the... sea king? dinosaur? You weren't entirely sure which it was, and you never were invested enough to ask. The weather was sunny, calm, and breezy.

You sighed as you settled into a chair that was placed there earlier. Someone walked up behind you, and cleared his throat. You froze, scared it was Kidd.

"What."

"Killer told me to bring you a book and some snacks, so here" Heat spoke. At the sound of his voice, you relaxed, and waved your hand on the non-injured side.

"Come on this side so I can see you" you said softly. Wire walked around, and placed a small, light table next to you, and put down a tray of various drinks, snacks, and a few books. He crouched down to the side of you, and you smiled at him.

"Thank you, Heat" you said. He smiled a little back at you.

"Do you need any company? Some of these snacks look pretty good" he said, eying the tray that Killer had put together for you. You giggled, thankful for the offer.

"Sure, just don't let Killer know that I let you eat some food he made for me," you teased. He made a face at your comment, and grabbed a slice of fruit. At first, his appearance made you uncomfortable, but his personality quickly overcame that. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, but you still found him endearing.

"So where are ya hurt?" he asked around a mouthful of fruit. You picked up a glass of what appeared to be juice and sipped.

"Neck and shoulder muscles" you answered after swallowing and smacking your lips appreciatively.

Heat grunted.

"Ugh. Done that before. It seems that like you never realize how much you use certain muscles until it hurts to use it, right?"

You snorted.

"Pretty much."

The two of you chatted a little longer before he was called off to do his tasks. Hip took his place instead, bringing you an ice pack.

"Here, Killer told me to bring you this" she said. You took the ice pack and placed it on your injury. You sighed with a sudden realization.

"Killer set up a roster to keep me company all day, didn't he?" you asked. She nodded with a smile.

"Can't stop caring about someone ya love" she quipped. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"Very true" you murmured.

The day passed similarly, various crew members bringing you things that Killer had sent along with them. Honestly, you even had to stare some down so you could go to the bathroom alone.

Your thoughts strayed constantly to Kidd, and how he must be feeling. You felt so conflicted. You loved him, yet you knew he went too far, but were you mad? Scared? Was your trust in him damaged?

Footsteps walked up behind you, heavier than the rest. You tensed.

"It's just me" Killer said. You relaxed, and he knelt in front of you.

"How ya feelin?" he asked. You could feel him staring at your neck and shoulder, even when his mask covered his bright blue eyes.

"It's starting to feel better now" you said quietly. Killer nodded once.

"Dinner's ready, if you want to eat" he offered. You nodded slightly and stood. He grabbed the table with the tray and books in one hand, balancing the table like a waiter would a tray. He put a hand on your lower back, and walked with you to the kitchen. It was a little later than you normally ate, having been fed snacks most the day by Killer's 'messengers'.

There was a plate set aside for you at the counter so you could watch Killer clean, just as you liked. A second steaming plate was still in the kitchen, presumably set aside for Kidd.

"Are you going to run that up to him?" you asked, looking pointedly at the plate. Killer grunted an affirmative, and started to clean the kitchen.

"Go give it to him now while it's still hot. The kitchen will still be here when you get back," you said firmly. Killer looked at you, presumably in surprise at your tone. You couldn't always tell when he had his face covered all the time. He put down the cloth he was using to wipe the counters, and grabbed the plate, walking around the counter to approach you. He cocked his head, curious. You looked down at your own plate with a sigh.

"He needs the energy to work up the courage to apologize to me, we all know how he is" you mutter. Killer laughed at your statement, and ruffled your hair gently before walking off to deliver the plate of food.

A few minutes later, you heard approaching footsteps behind you. This wasn't uncommon, as crew members dropped their empty plates off at the counter for whoever was on dish duty to wash. These were heavy, but you assumed someone had already had a few drinks after a long day of being at sea. They stopped suddenly a few feet away from you, and you gently turned your head to see what had happened.

You had fully expected to see one of your crewmates swaying with drunkenness, but instead, bright red and pale skin made your heart drop.

"You're here" Kidd said gruffly. Adrenaline shot through you, and you jumped out of your chair, wincing as your injury was tweaked. Your breath seemed to stop, and you froze after your initial reaction. You couldn't decide to run towards him or away.

"K-Killer went to find you" you answered, mentally kicking yourself for stuttering. His words from last night came back to you.

Pathetic.

Nothing but holes to me.

Please us or we'll dump you.

It deserves to cry, to barely be able to breathe.

Your breath came faster, and you desperately looked for an exit. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to the kitchen opened, Killer's voice entering before his body.

"I couldn't find the bast- oh. Oh." He put the plate on the counter in the kitchen and walked with even steps until he was in front of you, bending over to look directly into your eyes.

"Hey look at me. Are you ready for this?"

Your eyes flicked over his shoulder, to Kidd. He looked exhausted, angry, but not like he was going to do anything. Killer's voice soothed you slightly.

"M-maybe?" You frowned at how delicate your voice sounded. Kidd seemed to flinch at your answer. Killer put one hand on your cheek as the other removed his helmet.

"Look at me."

Your eyes found his ocean blue ones, and it calmed you a little. You noticed you were shaking. You breathed out forcefully.

"I can hear him out, if you stay here" you said honestly. You noticed Kid's flinch again, and your heart squeezed with guilt. Killer nodded, and stood to his full height to look at Kidd.

"Are you okay? Are you ready?" Killer asked. Kidd heaved a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"...Yeah"

Killer nodded once, and gestured for the two of you to sit at a table. The rest of the crew had cleared out quickly once Kidd entered the room and the tension rose.

The three of you sat at the table, Killer making you sit at the head of the table with Kidd on your uninjured side and Killer taking the seat across from Kidd.

You were tense, sitting on the edge of your seat, but Kidd seemed... defeated. He was exhausted, and slumped into his chair. He put his head in his hands, fingers running through red hair before he looked at you. You held back a flinch.

"I hurt you" he started bluntly. You glanced at Killer, who was looking resolutely at Kidd. Your hand came up to touch your neck and shoulder, looking at the table. You didn't say anything.

"I'm so fucking sorry. God, there's no words for how sorry I am. I'd do anything or give you anything for you to look at me the same. Hell, I'd cut my other arm off if that's what you wanted. I just can't..." He stopped speaking with a choked sound, and looked at you desperately.

"You need to earn that same trust back, Kidd" you said quietly. He was silent, waiting for you to continue. You looked up from the table to meet his gaze.

"And right now, I don't know how we're going to do that. I don't have any ideas, but you can't buy it with present. I still love you, but you need to prove over and over to me that you love me, and that you'll never hurt me again" you said. Anger started to bubble up in your chest.

"I don't think you can say anything like you did, at least for a long, long time. Calling me 'it', that I didn't deserve to breathe, and that you two were going to dump me if I didn't please you... Kidd. I can't hear shit like that from you. Calling me pathetic and spitting on me when I said the safe word?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, recalling his words and actions. Your fists clenched on your lap.

Kidd deflated even further with each word you spoke, and at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"I know. I know there isn't a way to change that, and if there was, I'd give up almost anything to change it. You and Killer mean everything to me. I'm hardly worthy of your love even when I haven't pulled some shit like this, but now... I'll prove it. I swear. I... I love you so much."

He pulled something out of his pocket, and you looked at his hands. He let out a wet chuckle.

"I know you said that I can't buy your trust, but I made this. It took me all night and I finished it up today. I hope you'll still accept it."

You looked in shock at the metal in his hand. It was a highly intricate, functioning, anatomically correct heart. There were tiny whirrs and clicks that acted like the sound of a heartbeat, the two sides contracting.

"It even works like a real heart. You can put liquid in there and it'll shoot out here," he said, pointing with his fingers. He paused.

"That sounds fucking stupid now that I say it out loud" he admitted. Killer had leaned forward to get a better look at the contraption. His eyes glittered at the sight of it, taking in the mechanics and how it worked. It was truly incredible. You reached a shocked hand out towards it before pulling back.

"Kidd..." you whispered.

"I'm finishing up Killer's too, and I was going to give it to the two of you at the same time but... I think you deserve this at the very least" he admitted. Breath caught in your throat, tears starting to build in appreciation. Kidd was horrible with words and emotions, but he knew metal. He knew exactly how hard he needed to work to regain your trust.

"It's 'pose ta represent me... giving my... uh... heart... to you. And Killer... as a promise," he tripped over his words, a deep blush flushing his pale face until he was nearly as red as his hair. You looked at him, letting the tears fall.

"Oi oi, do you not like it? I can change it! Just tell me! Why are you crying?" he frantically waved his metal arm in the air uselessly, trying not to reach out to touch you. You reached out to his flesh hand, covering the heart with your hand as you grasped his hand.

"It's beautiful, Kidd. I love you," you whispered. He blushed even harder, and looked down at the table.

"I love the both of you. I'm really fuckin' sorry about last night" he said quietly. You looked at Killer, who nodded in encouragement. The both of you stood, and made your way to the redhead.

You turned your back to him, moving your hair out of the way so he could clasp it.

"Put it on, then" you ordered. Kidd made a surprised sound and you heard Killer's hand clap on his shoulder. Kidd rose hesitantly, and draped it gently around your neck before using his powers to clasp the necklace. It hurt your neck too much to look down at it lying against your chest, so you brought it up to eye level, studying how the gears turned, hidden by crafted and intricate tubes and wires.

"It's incredible" you murmured. You turned around, letting yourself fall into Kidd's chest as you hugged him. You could feel him looking at Killer for permission, who rolled his eyes and hugged him too, careful of your neck and shoulder. You felt Kidd's arms wrap slowly around the both of you. The moment was sweet, but was interrupted by a loud growl from Kidd's stomach. You snorted and broke out into peals of laughter, pulling away from Kidd and Killer. You collapsed back into your chair, holding your stomach as Kidd growled at you to stop laughing as he blushed profusely again. Killer laughed as well as he went to retrieve and warm up both Kidd's and your plates.

Kidd sat back down in his chair with a huff, more energized after the hug. You smiled at him, before speaking seriously.

"Kidd... I can't forgive you yet, but I will eventually."

He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you sadly.

"Yeah. I'm a bastard, but I'm trying not to be to you. Just... let me know when you do?" he asked quietly. You nodded with a small smile, and his shoulder's collapsed as if a weight had been lifted off. He gave you a toothy grin.

"Just you fuckin wait. Imma be the the best boyfriend that'll build your trust up in no time" he boasted. You snorted before giggling.

"I can't wait" you said, honest through your laughter.

---

Notes: Before asking, no I don't think there will ever be a second part to this, but you can certainly write your own (just tag me)! :) I have to finish other fics lmao.

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Happy birthdayyyyy!!🥳🥳🥳🥳

If I’m still on time for the birthday event may I please request the following prompt:

"I can't pretend like everything's fine when I’m falling apart inside."

With fem reader and nsfw and Eustass Kid. 👀

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for your request! I know, I know, it's been so long and I still have so many of these waiting for me in my inbox! Please forgive me, everyone... Anyway, this turned out more angst than NSFW, I hope that you still love it! Thank you for your support!

Source for pic

Gone

Word Count: 2671

Tags: Fem!Reader; Heavy Angst; Grief; Mourning; Sorrow; Pain; Mentions of sex, not explicit; Blood; Death;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Kid faces a loss that devastates him like nothing else. Not even Killer seems able to rouse the Captain from his grief.

|Masterlist|

Kid holds your lifeless body against his chest, cradling you with so much care that it’s as if you are merely sleeping. Your eyes are shut, and your head lolls softly with each step he takes towards the Victoria Punk. He’s covered head to toe in the blood of his enemies, having gone on a killing spree after he witnessed life spilling from your eyes as he held you close, sheltering you both from the bullets that took your life in a cocoon of metal he created far too late. 

‘Don't be sad, Captain.’ 

He can almost hear you whisper the words, but your death was nearly instant, not giving him any moment to tell you how much you meant to him. 

'Don't worry, Kid. It's just death. Nothing is final.’

That sounds like you. But it's just his mind putting sentences together. A way to cope, perhaps. His chest feels heavy, each breath pulling with a raging effort just to travel from his lungs to his throat. 

“DOOOOOOOC!” He doesn't sound like himself. He has never sounded so broken, so torn, so incomplete. The word drags, a ragged sound that tears through his heart and rips his insides. You can't be gone, he refuses to believe that. 

Kid's scream summons half the crew, and they all have different reactions to what they see. Some sob, some curse, some freeze, and some rage. The Doc appears, rushing towards Kid and your still body, their breath immediately hitching in their throat as they see your pale face and stilled chest. 

“Captain, she…”

“No! Heal her.” Kid’s eyes are red, a fiery rage held within, ready to snap, ready to break and take everything in his path. “She ain’t gone.” The whine that leaves his lips sounds far away. It's not Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid speaking. It's your lover, your ‘baby’, your everything. “Bring her back.” He almost sobs, knees faltering as he's brought down by grief, shoulders sagging and wracking with effort. 

The Doc stutters, knowing Kid is the one in need of comfort, not your still, lifeless body but they pretend, fussing over you, checking your breathing - there's no air leaving your lungs - checking your vitals - gone. 

Killer approaches, his head bowed down with sadness as he nears the broken form of his oldest friend. Squeezing Kid's shoulder, Killer kneels down next to him. If anyone can bring sense to Kid, it's him. 

‘Listen to Kill, baby. He's got you. Always.’

“Kid… she's gone.” Killer's voice trembles as he delivers his words, they seem so final, so somber. The Doc stops fussing, taking a step back and hiding their face behind their hands, like most of the crew are doing, coping with their loss and grief. “You have to let us care for her. She wouldn't want you to feel like this.”

Kid doesn't speak. His hold tightens and he brings your body close to his chest again, burying his face in your hair like he did a thousand times before. “I never told her–...” Kid's breath catches and morphs into a broken wail. “Kill, I never told her how much I–...” Kid mumbles and murmurs in your ear. Promises of eternal love, words of devotion, just for you. Words that were trapped inside of him, words he couldn't let go off. Everything you meant to him, lost against a lifeless body. 

Killer's hand grips harder. “She knew, partner. She knew.”

But Kid doubts that very much, his memories betray him.

You held his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks and showing him your easy smile. Eyes shining just for him, as bright as the stars above in the vast sky. You'd always kiss him tenderly, your devotion flowing freely from your lips and the tips of your fingers as you caressed him. 

Kid got easily bored. Your touch immediately riled him up, and rare was the time he was gentle in his lovemaking. He needed you, his desire animalistic, almost primal, and he couldn't contain himself. Searching for pleasure, giving pleasure, but always harsh, brute, intense, equal in action as he was in personality. 

You’d sigh, mewl and moan into him, giving in to his needs because you needed him back just the same. Every thrust was an extension of his roaring desire, every bite, a mark of how much you meant to him. Every bruise from holding you too tightly was a testament to how fiercely he cared. 

And every time you unravelled under his unbridled ministrations, a tug in his heart reminded him just how much you meant to him. 

Tangled in the sheets, his seed dripping from you, you'd smile in bliss. Holding him. And always, always uttering those four words he longed to hear: I love you, Kid. 

He'd force the words out of his mouth, but they never got past his tongue. It was never in his nature to be vulnerable, let alone show vulnerability. But he did. He loved you fiercely, blindly, madly. 

Had he known that was to be your last night together, would he have made love to you instead of fucking you? Would he have slowed down his relentless thrusts to languid, lazy strokes? Would he have kissed you, leaving a trail of perfect lipstick marks on your skin instead of smudges mixed with blood from careless, harsh bites? 

“That was an amazin’ fuck, lass.”

Would he have told you he loved you instead?

“Ye know how to make a man have a good time.”

Would he have told you how much he cared, instead? 

“So tight ye make my dick hard again, just thinkin’ about it.”

Would he have told you how perfectly you fit against him, instead? 

“Kid… You have to let her go. It's time.” Killer's voice pulls him out of his painful spiral of memories. 

Yet Kid remains motionless, his hold on you only tightens, his clothes soaking more of your blood, dyeing them as red as his hair. His fingers tremble against your cold skin in an endless caress, like he’s trying to memorize every little bit of you, too afraid to let go.

The ship, always so full of laughter, of rowdy screams and clangs from something or other, is unusually quiet. The gentle splash of waves against the hull being the only song lulling in the air. 

That, and the mournful sobs and whispered cries of your friends - your crew. 

“She ain’t gone…” Kid whispers one more time, his lips pressing hard against your temple, his eyes glassy as if he’s not here, as if he’s somewhere far away, with you still breathing and smiling in his arms. 

Killer opens his mouth to argue but knows that it’s useless. Nothing can change his captain’s mind when he’s fully set to it. “Back to work, everyone.” He commands gently as he gets up, a stiffness to his usually fluid movements. 

The crew disperses slowly, some looking at Killer with doubt in their gaze, but he just shakes his head, silently asking for more time. Kid just needs a little more time with you. That’s all.

‘It’s okay, baby. You can let go. I know you loved me.’

Kid’s breath hitches as he tries to stifle a sob, a sound so broken, so lost, that it can’t have come from him. He keeps hearing your whispered words, as if you’re still with him. 

So why can’t he feel your warmth? Why doesn’t your body respond to his touch? Why is the pain he’s feeling hurting like nothing else ever did before. 

“Ye ain’t gone…” The raw vulnerability in his words hangs around the deck like a thick fog, coating the ship with grief and sorrow. The Victoria being a reflection of her captain’s moods. “We still have more time…”

‘We’ll meet in the afterlife, love. After you’ve achieved your dream of becoming the Pirate King.’

Kid’s tears seem foreign to him. It’s been a while since he shed them. They scald his skin, and he won’t be surprised if he finds blisters marring his face later, the weight of his pain is so grand that it has to leave physical scars. 

“Yer my dream.” Kid whispers against your temple, your sweet scent still so strong that you have to be alive. You have to. “Bein’ Pirate King means nothin’ if yer not by my side.”

That’s what he should have told you. 

A fresh wave of memories inundates his mind as Kid clenches his jaw and braces himself for a new outbreak of pain. 

“I can taste it already! We’ll have all the riches, other crews will fear us!” 

You laughed softly, your bare back turned to him as you removed your makeup in the mirror, preparing for bed. Kid paced back and forth, his muscles rippling with every movement.

The Alliance had taken out Big Mom and Kaido, and now he felt invincible.

“Baby, the other crews already fear us. Have you seen your bounty?” Your voice rang soft in his ears. How he loved that sound. He’d have you whisper a freaking recipe in his ear just to be able to hear you speak forever.

But he’d never admit it out loud.

“Fuck yeah, they should!” He roared, a hearty laugh bubbling up his chest.

“You’re one step closer to your dream, love.” You turned fully to him, a softness in your gaze that could crumble the highest resolve. Yes, he wanted to be Pirate King, but he knew at that moment that his dream would mean nothing without your presence. 

“Aye, lass, I am.” 

What he really wanted to do was cup your face in his hands, revel in the way your cheeks felt soft and warm against his calloused fingers, and take his time to kiss you gently. Show you just how much you meant to him, how deeply in love you made him feel.

Instead, he bent you over the dresser and made you unravel over and over again before he was spent, panting over you. 

What a fool he’d been. 

If only he knew there would be no more time. No forever. No eternity.

Breathing hurts him. Looking at you aches. Feeling nothing but cold when he touches your cheek devastates him.

He’s lost. He doesn’t know what to do without you. He doesn’t know who to be without you. 

‘You’ll figure it out, Kid. You always do.’

“Not this time, lass… not this time…”

He clutches you against him, only moving to take off his coat and drape it over your cool body, trying against all hope to keep warmth inside you. 

The minutes stretch to hours, and Kid remains rooted to the same spot. The crew gives him a wide berth, trying to carry on with their tasks, the ship still anchored in the same spot since Kid hasn’t given orders to sail, and Killer still clings to the hope of burying you on dry land instead of dropping you in the unforgiving sea. 

Hours drag on, bringing the dusk with them. The sky fills with bright dots, though they seem far duller and dimmer than usual, a mimicry of the grief that haunts the Victoria. 

Kid doesn’t move.

Killer checks on him from time to time, but all he sees is his captain mourning the loss of a loved one, whispering broken promises against your hair, cradling your face in his hands, holding on to a hope that will never be fulfilled, as if you could, somehow, open your eyes and come back to him. 

Yet Killer doesn’t intervene. He knows Kid needs time.

Dusk settles into night, and night turns to dawn. 

Kid’s cheeks and ears are red, his breath comes out accompanied by tendrils of smoke. He’s freezing, but the numbness of the cold does nothing to stop the ache in his heart. He still feels empty and lost. Broken and incomplete. He fears he will never feel whole again. 

“Kid. It’s time.” Killer’s gravelly voice does little to shake him from his stupor, so he doesn’t move. “You can’t stay here forever. She needs to rest.”

A primal growl leaves his mouth through bared teeth as Kid clutches you closer to his chest. “The fuck do ye know what she needs? I’m the one who knows her! I’m the one who loves her! Fuck!”

Kid slams his fist against the deck, and Killer hears the wood groaning and cracking under his power. 

The First Mate takes a tentative step forward, his hand hovering over Kid’s shoulder. “You’re right. I don’t know what she needs. But I know she wouldn’t want to see you like this. Rotting with grief, hurting, becoming a shadow of the man you are.”

Kid groans, shutting his eyes, forcing Killer’s words out of his head. They ring far too close to the truth, and he can’t bear it, not now. 

“I can't pretend like everything's fine when I’m falling apart inside, Killer…”

Killer sighs behind his mask, fearing that what he has to say might not be enough to help his friend. 

“You have to try. She loved you because of your strength, your fire, your ability to chase your dream. Don’t let that die with her.”

“Shut the fuck up, Killer!” He slams his fist again, and the wood splinters. New blood drips from his fist, coating the dried, caked one with a bright red instead. “I failed her… I fuckin’ failed her…”

“We all did, Kid. And we’ll have to live with it. But not like this. She wouldn’t want this, think about it.” 

Kid freezes, his hand trembling as he prepares to strike the battered wood again. Yet something in Killer’s words strikes close to home. You used to talk about what came next: the afterlife…

‘That’s it, baby…’

“She used to say that she’d wait for me if she went first…” Kid’s scoff turns into a sob, and Killer’s shoulders sag at the helplessness of it all. “I always told her to shut her mouth, sayin’ she was talkin��� nonsense. In truth, I just didn’t want to think she’d be gone first.”

The waves lap gently against the husk of the ship, and Killer doesn’t dare disturb the silence. Kid is clearly lost in his own head, memories swirling around, taking hold of him, either saving him or drowning him in sorrow. 

“How am I supposed to go on, Kill? I can’t–...”

Killer’s hand squeezes his shoulder, the gesture the same as the day before, but this time, it seems to ground his captain in reality. 

“You go on by fulfilling your dream. By fighting. By being the fierce Eustass Captain Kid she loved. If there’s something else, she’ll be there for you, and you’ll want to face her as a proud man, won’t you?”

Kid lifts his head, his amber eyes dimmed by pain, searching the horizon as if mapping the islands that surround him. Creating a pathway to his goal. 

“Aye. I want her to be proud.”

‘I already am, love.’

“And I’ll let her know, Kill… I’ll…” Kid’s voice breaks as he slowly sets you down on the deck, his fingers brushing one last time against your cheek.

“She knows, Kid.”

But he’s not listening to Killer, his eyes are fixed on you, brimming with tears again, but burning a little brighter now. “I’ll become the damned Pirate King for you - for us. Just wait for me, love.” 

Later, after they buried you and left a marker on that small island alongside the Kid Pirates' flag, Kid faced the horizon with a fierce determination setting his features. “Ready the Victoria. We’re just gettin’ started. We’ve got a damned throne to claim.”

“Aye, Cap’n!”

Grief might have shadowed the crew for a while, might’ve even made the sails of the Victoria less willing to fly, her husk heavier, more burdened. But your love was what drove your captain further now. That and the promise of the afterlife, of what came next, of unspoken vows and a way to fulfill them. 

‘I’ll be waiting, love.’

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[vampiric-tempt]

౨ৎ — eustass kid x injured reader!🍒 ☆

✦ gender neutral ⸝⸝⸝ sfw. oneshot

(♡) synopsis: Eustass kid didn’t know at first. He thought everyone was fine after the battle, but when he notices your absence during the party- he finds you in a terrible state.

✦ The crew kicked the remaining bodies off the ship. The dead marines who believed they stood a chance against the notorious Kid Pirates, now littered the sea.

Kid raised his fist in triumph causing the crew to roar out in cheers. “Who’s ready for a party!” He yelled. More cheers erupted from the crew. The boisterous group rushed to grab drinks for the party. Killer, however, couldn’t help but notice that Kid’s partner was nowhere to be found.

“Hey Kid.” Killer called out to him. “Have you seen y/n?”

Kid hummed and skimmed his eyes across the deck. “Eh they’re probably huddled in the med bay like always. I’ll get them later when the party really starts.”

Killer frowned beneath the helmet. He wished Kid would be more caring, but that’s just his nature. “Alright then.” Killer dropped the subject and left to start cooking.

The party was now hours in and yet your presence was still absent. Your absence worried the massacre soldier. Killer made his way over to his captain and knocked him on the head. “Oi!”

Kid hissed and turned to Killer, the tips of his ears red from all the alcohol. “Whattt.”

“Your partner, did you forget about them?” Killer says, his voice laced with annoyance.

Kid grumbled. “They’re probably tired and went to sleep.”

“Stop making excuses Kid, they would have told you that. Why does it seem like I care more about them than you do, huh?”

“Shut yer mouth, if ya liked them too I wouldn’t mind. Y’know us.” Kid grunted, picking himself up from the table. “Alright, I’ll go check on em, you stop worrying.”

Killer’s shoulder dropped in relief. “It would definitely satisfy my conscience.”

Kid grumbled once again and made his way down to the med bay. As soon as he reached your designated room, he barged in without a care of your privacy. “Y/nnn! Where the hell are ya- the partie’s already begun!”

No answer.

“Y/n?” He calls again, a bit quieter. He notices the room’s lights are off, the only light source coming from the doorway. He hears a shuffle in front of him, and Kid squints his eyes to see the huddled figure of his partner hidden beneath his shadow’s silhouette.

“Y/n.” He repeats, walking toward your frame. “The hell are you doing on the ground?” Kid kneels down and his breath hitches when he notices you panting. The sight of you was sickly. “Y/n, what the fuck!” He grabs your face. “Look at me, mouse.” Your expression was dazed as you muttered incoherent words to him. “I can’t understand what yer saying, but lemme get you up.”

He lifts your body, a pained whine leaving your lips. Kid hurries and lays you on the med bay bed. Switching on the light, Kid’s eyes widen at your state. Blood gushed from your lower abdomen, your hand shakily putting pressure on your wound. “Fuck!” Kid curses and rushes to place gauze on it. “How come you didn’t say anything!”

In the midst of Kid’s attempt to help you, Killer walks in on the situation, his mind quickly registering what was happening. Killer’s mouth remained shut as he rushed to his friend's side.

“Stupid mouse.” He mutters under his breath.

Kid, now silent, let Killer take over. All he could do was stare, his drunk haze now filled with worry and self-loath for not noticing sooner.

“Hey,” Killer’s voice echoed, but Kid was lost in his thoughts. “Hey!” He called again louder. Kid’s eyes shot up to Killer’s mask. “You good Kid?”

Kid nods. “Yeah, uh yeah. I’m fine. How are they?”

“Stabilized, they’ll be fine. If we waited any longer they could’ve-”

“Yeah. Thanks Killer.”

“For what?”

“For reminding me to be a better partner to them. God what the hell. I could’ve lost them cuz they didn't say anything!”

Killer sighs. “They take it from you.”

Kid raises a brow. “Tch- whatever. Tell the crew I’m done for the night. I’ll be here till they wake.”

“Of course.” Killer pats Kid’s shoulder on his way out. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Mistakes happen y’know.”

“Yeah…I know.” ✦

💌 ꒰author's note: I've been absent for a year and I finally decided to start writing again so I apologize if it's not that great. I used to write MK1 fanfictions, but I decided I might write more stuff on this blog !!꒱ ᘏ (🌷) . ˚◞🕯꒱

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Traitor || One Piece x Reader

featuring: monkey d. luffy, trafalgar law and eustass kid

summary: you leave them and go your separate ways, including leaving the crew. after two years they come across you and you’ve joined a new crew…

warnings: angst, spoilers, curse words, corazon mentioned, death threat..

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is completely heart broken, how could you…the first person who he’s fallen in love with, just join The Blackbeard Pirates. Yes he knows you guys didn’t end off in good terms but seeing with in this crew made his blood boil. And of course it made Luffy worry for you…

How could you! Join the crew of the man who caused his bother’s death. The man who threw Ace into the arms of death. He hates you….but god damn….he cares about you.

Even the rest of The StrawHats were disappointed. How pity can one person be?

But deep down Luffy still had feelings for you, and he desperately wanted you back into his life, in his arms….back on the Sunny.

“How could you! I trusted you….Y/N…please answer me!” Luffy yelled at you, and you just stood there aloof. You didn’t expect to run into your ex lover here. Thankfully he was alone…

You just sighed and looked away “Look Strawhat…Teach offered me a spot on his crew when I was at my lowest, when you weren’t there for me.” You spat out, Luffy cringes at the name ‘Strawhat.’ It felt more harsher coming from you. “Please Y/N….come back to the Sunny…we miss you..I miss you.” He pleaded, and stepped towards your direction and to which you immediately back away.

“No..” To which broke Luffy even more. “Look you ruined what we had between us with your childish behavior. And I needed a crew who doesn’t mess around.”

“Please don’t go! Please!! He’ll take you away like he did with Ace!” He began to cry out, falling onto his knees. Getting some looks from people around. To which you turn you head and began walking away. Leaving him in a broken state..

“Y/N PLEASE COME BACK! DON’T LEAVE ME!” He yelled out and sobbed out as he watched you leave. To which Zoro came running to his side. “PLEASE…I need you there when I become King of the Pirates..”

Trafalgar Law

Law knew when you guys went your separate ways it wasn’t on good terms, both of you had different opinions on life and he was too busy with his Captain Duties to deal with you. But when he found out that you were apart of the Doflamingo family he was completely heart broken.

He’s told you past stories about this man and how much of a monster he was and the second you guys go your separate ways you decide to join his stupid family.

Law doesn’t know if you’re really that stupid or really that pity. But it hurts…

But watching you in the arms of that man made him go feral. He still cared deeply for you…Doflamingo probably forced you into his arms right…RIGHT?!

Law eyes widen as he watched you walk in the room, he was currently chained up with sea stone making him helpless. He struggled against the cuffs “Y/N…please don’t tell me you’re with him..” He pleaded, his eyes began to gloss over. He was trying to keep his emotions in check. But seeing you with this monster was going to break him.

Law came to Dressrosa with Luffy to put a stop to Doflamingo but he didn’t expect you to be here as well. You watch Law struggle against the chains to which Doflamingo laughed at his attempts. “Poor Law, didn’t expect your little ex toy here?” He mocked.

“Y/N isn’t a toy! Don’t call them that!” He yelled at him, and he looks at you. “Please Y/N…what are you doing with this man…you know what he’s capable of doing…” Law struggled even more, hissing at the pain. He watched you, and what broke his heart even more that you didn’t even speak. Did Doflamingo do something?! This man is capable of killing you and it’s hurting Law.

“Now Y/N be a doll and let’s get going we have important business to attend to.” He said and patted your head to which you smile and nod, walking out of the room leaving both men alone.

Doflamingo smirked as he watched Law. “Reminds me of Corazon.” Making Law tense up, he didn’t say anything he just kept staring. “You know Law…I’ll make sure the day I kill Y/N, I’ll do it front of you.” He smirks out, and stood up. Which left Law speechless. And with that Doflamingo is walking towards the door. “I’ll make sure to send Y/N off to wherever Corazon is..” Levaing him alone in the room.

Law just sat there, tears streaming down his face. This man was planning on killing you. And in front of him. First Cora…and now you. He’s going to take everything he cares about. Law just sat there with his head low, sobbing softly. “Y/N…”

Eustass Kid

Kid was pissed off, how could you! How could go running around with the Red Hair Pirates!! They are the reason why he lost an arm! He was pissed off, he wanted to yell at you.

Yes! Yes Kid knew that when you guys broke up it wasn’t the most nicest words in exchange but he didn’t know you were going to be a pity bitch and join that one armed bastard. Shanks!

Now he looks at you like a backstabbing person and he doesn’t tolerate backstabbers, and he promises the next time he comes across you he’ll make your life a living hell. He’ll beat up Shanks! And right in front of you!

Kid really hates Shanks, what you have a type red hair pirates with one arm. Kid won’t admit it but seeing you with Shanks and his crew he’s heart broken, he can’t believe he shared his feelings with you.

“What the hell! Are you fucking stupid Y/N! How could you join a crew like Shanks!” He yelled at your direction, and you couldn’t help but hide behind Shanks. And this made Kid rage even more. How pathetic could you be?! “You back stabbing bitch…” He growled at your direction.

To which you narrowed your eyes and scoffed. But you decided not to give in, so you turn your head around and look away from Kid’s harsh eyes. And he was stomping his feet on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. “Look at me! Please! You fucking bitch! Look at me!”

“That’s enough Kid. I don’t appreciate you talking to one of my crew members like that especially towards Y/N.” Shanks replied, to which Kid laughed at his face. “Screw you!”

….

And before you know it, there was a battle between Kid and Shanks, well it was more like Kid being thrown against something and falling. You couldn’t help but look away. Not wanting to see the aftermath…no…

Just covering your ears…and wanting this to end…

Everything soon came to an end with the Victoria Punk into pieces and Eustass Kid thrown into sea…swallowing him into his watery death..

….

Kid….

[matchadobo]

HEYY! I ADORE UR FICS WWWWWWWWWW Can i request the fantasy prompt with the dialogue 2? The knight and queen one. I think a little angst would be nice if you can add it hehe I'm so excited for this, thank you! :)

KIDD; queen!name x knight captain!kidd

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wc: 3937

dialogue: "it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"

warning/s: nsfw🔞 (mild but seggs still mentioned), afab reader, royalty au, angst (this was pretty mild) w/ happy ending, arranged marriage

"mornin'." you hear him mutter on your skin, his warm breath and wet lips pulling you awake. you flutter your eyes open, turning to your side to face him.

"what time is it?" you stretched on the bed, whining as you felt your lower half be quite sore. he sat up reaching for the clock on your side of the table to flip it up.

"a little more and i'll get caught by your maids. guess i better go, aye?" he placed a light kiss on your temples before hopping out of your thick blankets. only to be pulled by you back to the bed, mewling on his frame as your lips searched for his face and reached for a kiss.

"that so?" you mumbled with a smile before connecting your lips with him. he grinned through it as well, placing his arm beside your head so he could prop himself up. because he couldn't bring himself to latch off you, especially with your tugs on his locks.

"hm? this is new, her majesty's all clingy." he teased, biting playfully on your lower lip. "usually you throw me out soon as you open your eyes. 's the matter? did i do that great last night?"

"you were extraordinary, captain." you played into his jokes, laughing subtly with him as you let him go and sat up to stretch your arms.

"but really, i must go. mornin' trainin' for your knights. plus, i could use a lotta breakfast. i'm all used up from last night." he placed one last kiss on your shoulder before finally getting off your massive bed. you hummed in agreement.

"it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"

he looked over his shoulder as he stopped midway while slipping into his sleepwear. "have i woke up on the wrong side of the bed or are you eager to have me back in there with ya?" he laughed a little, puzzled at your response.

"have you back in here? oh captain, i'd rather have your ass in the barracks, straightening up my military. can't have my country in the least bit vulnerable." you dismissed, getting off the bed to fetch your robe since your sleepwear was quite literally translucent. plus, mornings were really cold.

"sounds like you're gonna miss me, though?" he snaked an arm around you, biting the neckline of your robe as an attempt to take it off and start something to somewhat alleviate the tent in his pants as he saw you got out of the bed.

you smiled leaning into his touch for a moment but opted to latch off of him as a means to not get carried away like you always do. you turned to your side only to have you trapped in his embrace. you kissed each other, small pecks with playful smiles and grabby hands.

"miss? i think that's more on you than me." you finally latched yourself off of him, excusing yourself to the bathroom. "maids arrive at 6, i think you have 10 more seconds."

kidd heard the routinely glide of the wheels down the halls, signaling your tray of breakfast is just around the corner. he gave you one last grin before sneaking off the window where he usually goes when he slept a little to much with you. you hear him fall down by the bushes, its rustles giving you giggles simultaneous with the arrival of your breakfast.

and that's how it usually goes with him. he crawls into your bed at evening, all worn out from training and his captainly duties. wounds fresh and grime and sweat sticking on his snowy skin. you'd be lying on the bed in your sleepwear, expecting his arrival as you eyed him up and down with his usual armor discarded.

during those nights, you weren't the queen nor was he captain of the royal knights. you two are lovers with your limbs intertwined, skin sweaty against each other's lips. you'd be one in your sheets, fucking till dawn and drawing stories about your walks on life. all the while, skin on skin against one another as one of you rubs figures on the span of the other's torso.

but it never went past that. only when the sun sleeps and the moon remains is when you love each other. it's bitter yet sweet, those nights were something to look forward to. it was a regular thing. outside of your chambers, you two are nothing but a part of the nation's government. neither of you really confronted the burning question that is your relationship.

yet when he was called on for council on your arranged marriage to your allied country, his heart had dropped.

he arrived late, but he met your eyes as you sat by the head of the table from across the room. eyes darting on the handsome bastard holding your hand. you had a perturbed face, as if very uncomfortable at his arrival or was it the jackass feeling you up?

but kidd knew one thing, that shit hurted. he knew it would happen eventually, a queen shall need a king and be bethroted. never had he thought he'd see it so soon. but what right does a mere knight have?

"what kept you, captain?" one of the nobles of the crown had comically asked the frazzled captain.

"took out a few maniacs in town, pardon me for disturbing your little tea party here. carry on." he cleared his throat, excusing himself to a seat far from you that was reserved for his position. it was nothing sort of unusual for the captain to have such a caustic approach, so everyone rolled it off as a chuckle.

but not you. he had a bitter gaze on you. his fingertips grazing the handle of the teacup prepared for him as he anxiously listened in the council.

"her majesty is set to be wed with the prince of the west blue a week from now, i think it's safe to say that preparations must be underway." one bloke started while the others agreed with him.

"i'm elated to announce that my kingdom has already planned ahead for the royal wedding. i hope it's not too forward for you, my queen, to say that the wedding shall occur on west blue?" the handsome nitwit suggested, a foolish smile on his face as he consulted you. oh it irked you.

before you could open your mouth and cause problems, kidd had done it for you. like he usually does in saving your ass multiple times. "it is forward. having the marriage on west blue is asking for too much, seeing that a queen must stay at her territory." he interjected, voice firm as he held eye contact with the clueless fool that is your fianceé. "moreover, suggesting a queen leave her country and possibly put the country in danger is unfavorable for the south." he continued, "your royal highness." he added with a cutting tone, almost against his will.

sensing the tension, one of the council members stepped in. "oh i assume the prince just wants to welcome her majesty to the west? a little customary for the bride, perhaps?" the fool was too stunned at kidd's response to even agree.

"you're the captain of the south's knights, are you?" the prince stepped in, gesturing to kidd who had a sharp but subtle glare at him. "would you be so valiant in taking charge for the south, then? i'm sure her majesty would love a day off, especially on her wedding day."

"somethin' so unique about you that you want to decide everything for her majesty now, aye? your royal highness."

it was stifling. the atmosphere is thick you had to adjust your corset. he and the prince were in a sort of staring contest. kidd had a smirk, a grin as if he was so proud of himself for unobtrusively embarrassing the prince. the poor thing was fuming and had his fists tight on his lap.

"enough. give me time to think. although, kidd is right. abandoning my country even for a day is something i never will voluntary do." you asserted, and order was established once more. "i appreciate the gesture, your royal highness. but i must honor my post here. save your preparations, though? wouldn't want it to go to waste." you ended with a kind, bitter smile.

the bastard had a half-assed smile to you, looking back at kidd like he won. when in fact, he lost. and kidd made you feel that ticklish sensation once more, like a flame scorching on your stomach.

as soon as everyone started getting up to leave, you spoke amidst the shuffling of clothes. "not you, captain. i'd like to have a word."

the prince snickered, an annoying tug on his lips as he bumped shoulders on his way out with kidd. somewhat rejoicing at what you declared.

kidd looked at you pissed. hollowing his cheeks as he sauntered towards you and raised a brow. he sat down at the edge of the table nearest to you, waiting for you to berate him.

"gonna punish me for snarkin' at that pompous arse? the hell do you want me to do? dally about while he-" you stood up and grabbed him at the back of his neck to kiss him before he carried on with his protests. he grinned through the kiss, hands flying to untie your corset. but you pulled away, feeling his advances.

"that was so attractive." you wiped off your smudged lipstick. "but dare do that again and i'll have you in the pit with no food." you hit his head lightly.

"tch. you seriously gonna marry that, pillock? he's a bag of shit." he crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "it ain't too late to cut off his head, i'll do the honors."

"yes, i know you don't like him. neither do i." you sat back down, defeated on your chair. "you know why i got to though. west relations are looking weak, especially border conflicts." you rubbed your temples, sighing as you recall the tireless meetings you have to sit through.

"want to put that stress to somethin' else?" he suggested, getting closer to you. only to get pushed away with a weak laugh.

"get back to work, you insatiable bloke."

the rest of the day passed as usual. stolen glances across the large windows as he looks up at you from the barracks and you over the balcony of your towers.

but when evening came and kidd hadn't seen you enter your chambers, he found it strange. he was half-expecting for you two to continue your nightly adventures since he finished with his duties early. it's already past 10 and you're still gone.

he started asking the maids but they have claimed that you were in the dining room with that prince who refused to get back to his country if he hadn't had dinner and wine with the queen. sounds like a bastard with plans, bad ones.

in the nick of time before you finish the whole bottle of wine you clutched close to your chest, staining your dress, kidd had already snatched it off your hands.

"oh, hello captain." you smiled, waving at him. clearly inebriated.

"your father told me to fetch you, your majesty." kidd placed the bottle down, eyeing the prince who was getting a little to comfortable with you.

"didn't know a knight is needed for a quaint dinner with the future king."

"think it does. especially when the queen is half out of her mind. your royal highness."

if it wasn't for you vomiting on the prince's clothes, they wouldn't physically stop barking at each other. the prince exclaimed in disgust, shaking of his arm with a sour face. all kidd could display was a grin as he gloat with the misfortune of the prince.

"father's orders." he smiled wryly, carrying you bridal style. honestly he'd manhandle your frame across his shoulders easily but he knew carrying you like this would piss the prince off more.

"you're one damn meddly knight, are you not? tch, you'll serve me in no time, remember that." the prince bit off as more of a threat than a statement. it made the vein on kidd's forehead twitch.

"tell you what, your royal fucking highness. if it's the queen, i'm in no damn business to screw around. especially with a crapheaded jackass like you, i am in no way ever leaving the queen in your hands. i have the authority and guarantee of her protection. a foppish like you is but an embarrassment." he said through gritted teeth, towering over him with you on his arms. "so i will meddle however the fuck i want."

"you're just a bloody lowborn with heaps of metal and a preposterous title. you're all bark. you dare speak to the prince that way? besides, how is it any of your bloody business what we do? she's gonna be bethroted to me, i'll have no need for permission on what i shall do to her."

oh kidd has had enough. kidd placed you down back on your chair before throwing in a punch at the prince, who was instantly knocked out upon his impact. his eye brusing and nose gushing out blood as he coughed nonstop, rolling on the floor as he gasped for air. how embarrassing.

without looking back, kidd carried you back to his chambers. he knows the consequences; the nation and you. you'd be the most disappointed to him above all. but he's undeterred, especially when it comes to you. who knows what could've happened if he hadn't came?

kidd placed you down your bed. he wet a towel by your sink to wipe off your chin and cheeks with vomit residue as you snored to dreamland.

"i'd get an earful from you when you open your bloody eyes, won't i?" he snickered, dabbing the cloth gently as he admired how you look from the faint lantern on your bedside table.

"you fucking what?!"

"he got on my nerves. that prince has got a foul fuckin' mouth. he's got dirty little plans for you, name." he sat bashfully down the bed as you paced around the room.

"why would you punch the prince?! he hasn't woken up! what if they throw arms against south?! this is what frustrates me the most about you kidd, you act without fucking thinking!" you bit at your nails, going uneasy as a thousand other scenarios of chaos appeared in your mind.

"i half expected a nagging but a thank you would be nice." he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair.

"a thank you?! for starting a war?!" you look at him baffled such a thing would cross his mind after what he did.

"it won't be a war. the prince is way too head over heels for you. and they're outnumbered, south has got allies and all they've got are tanks."

"is this about the matrimony? are you so against it that you have to cause an international chaos?" you pushed him by the shoulders and he loosely budged, letting you hurt him a little.

kidd was hesitant to answer. he always was about your relationship. he feels possessive towards you even though you just keep your beds warm, make momentary love. he's well aware that it's only up to that point. he's a lowborn and you're a queen. that much is more than enough to tell you two will never be a thing.

"you know what? take a week off, kidd. i'll have to suspend your duties. killer will take charge. it's best if you don't attend the wedding." you sat on the other side of the bed in defeat, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"what the fuck, name?"

"oh you have no right to violently react after you beat my fianceé up."

the tension was tight. glares and nostrils fuming at the quick exchange of ill intent. this was more than just a banter, it's turning into a fight. and the two of you know better than to keep it going. but it's going to explode in kidd's chest, it's only a matter of time before everything spills out.

but orders are orders. and kidd has never refused an order from you. he spitefully left, armor clanking in chorus with the vein twitching in his forehead. at this point, he wanted to beat the shit out of that prince more.

"...k-kidd, wait." you hesitated, second guessing if you really should. kidd stopped in his tracks.

"this is the only way, yeah? i get that. 's always been like that. royal bullshit, aye?"he said without turning around. you can hear the pain in his voice but it did not waver, his tone was just a bit scorned. "it's all for the damn crown."

a lot of time has passed now and it's the longest that had gone by without you two speaking to each other. tomorrow is your wedding day and you wanted one last chance to see kidd because you hadn't seen him since then.

but it's only a matter of time before your selfishness prevails. you were suffocating with the thought of not seeing him. to push through with this marriage. so you went out at night to see him.

and just when things could get any more unfortunate, rain started pouring and you got wet. after you took your time fixing yourself up for him, just to get drenched on your way.

and when you're finally there, there was a long time where you just stood in front of the door of his house. your hand hanging as you hesitated to knock. you kept getting drenched. shivering as you reluctantly tried knocking and facing him. then you just said fuck it.

"it's this fuckin' late, is it that imp-" he had his shirt off and his pants loose, his hair disheveled like he just got off the bed.

yet all this time of thinking and being alone to yourself, you couldn't say a single word to him. all you could muster was the tears flowing down your already damp cheeks. your lips quivering, begging to say anything, just anything at all.

before you could finally speak, kidd pulled you by the wrist with one hand while the other on the back of your neck. "are you fuckin' nuts? you wanna get a fever before you get married?" he mumbled to you, embracing tight as you sobbed on his chest with a tight hug on his waist.

he reached behind you to shut his door and it got quiet. his heartbeat dominated your senses, which was ultimately as fast as yours. you kept muttering sorries.

"don't. your eyes'll be swollen for your wedding." he said yet he kept brushing your hair, palm sweeping down the strands of your hair. "you'd hate that, aye?"

you sniffled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. trying to get a hold of yourself.

"it's damn near midnight. ain't the castle lookin' for you?" he let you go, fetching a blanket from his couch to dry up your hair and cover you up.

but you don't know what came over you. somehow your restraints came off and you threw yourself to him, connecting your lips with him. was it his warmth? was it the yearning for several days? or was it the way he looked at you with the same eyes he usually does under the dim light of your chambers?

and he was guilty too, he was hungry for you. he got to work to helping you wiggle off your clothes, carrying you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. he grinned in your lips before slamming you down his bed. "came all this way 'ere for a fuck? never thought the queen would-"

"shut up." you grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him again. you don't wanna hear it, you want him in you already.

it's that void he left when you dismissed him. you must've mistook it for the itch of him every night. but really, you wanted him close. you want to feel the warmth of skin as he pushed your waist towards his scarred torso. the feel of his wet lips on your mounds as you pushed his head further to your chest. you never want to let his hand go when he intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

when you exchanged breaths as he slides himself in, your fingernails grazing on his back when he completely pushed himself in. he pressed foreheads with you before bucking his hips, smiling as you tried stifling a moan.

and it went on for hours. until the bed creaked. until the mattress was damp. until your voice croaked his name an uncountable number of times. until you two lost stamina from being sex-starved idiots.

"i love you, kidd." you said as you lie naked in his sheets, wrapped up in his arms and blanket. you two had just finished. your foreheads sweaty and your limbs tired.

kidd's head snapped to the side to look at you, completely shocked at your sudden statement as you looked earnestly into his eyes.

"tch, beat me too it." he placed his arm behind his head as you snuggled to him. "i long for you the most, my queen."

"i'm sorry." you chuckled bitterly, looking up at him. "i should leave by dawn."

kidd reached down for a kiss, smiling on your lips before kissing on your nose. "instead of saying sorry, you still have until your deadline. your majesty."

you left when he was still sleeping. soundly as he snuggled up to you. you shook off his grip, picked up your clothes, gave him one last kiss on his forehead, and left his house before the sun rose.

but he was awake the entire time. it took everything in him to not stop you and pull you back to bed. the fading of your warmth and cologne left him hollow and cold. he sat up after you left, watching you cautiously make your way back to the castle. seeing the love of his life go. he couldn't go back to sleep after and popped open a bottle of scotch.

you stand before a mirror. the compliments given to you by the maids remained dulled by your ears, as you saw nothing but a lone rose encaged in a glass. what was once a dream you fantasized with the man who once seized your heart, was now a fleeting moment for a bride such as yourself.

"you sure about this, name?" your father mumbled to you as you waited for the entourage to finish and the church doors to open.

you looked at him with a shocked look, eyes dull as you alternated between your father's knowing ones.

"you know what kidd told me when you two were young? too young to know the difference between the two of you." he started, holding your shoulders so you're facing him. "he said that one day, he'd be the one waiting down there for you."

you dropped your bouquet of tulips, almost shaken at what your dad said. "he did?"

he nodded. "and he plans on staying true to his promise." he gestured to the back, asking you to look behind you.

"i ain't plannin' to just be your captain, name. i've got to fuckin' marry you."

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[arixella]

In the heart of chaos

╰┈➤ pairing: Eustass Kid x GN! reader

a/n: if you requested something I will make sure to write it for you! I’m posting a draft and can’t take request right now because I’ve been super busy since Christmas and have no time to write! <3

summary: After a brutal battle, Eustass Kid frantically searches through the wreckage to find the injured reader, revealing his unspoken care and determination to protect them.

wc: 635

contains: fluff, tiny bit of angst

The battlefield was chaos, the air heavy with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Eustass Kid stood amidst the carnage, panting heavily as he surveyed the aftermath. The clatter of falling debris and the groans of the injured barely registered to him. His mind was elsewhere—focused entirely on you.

"Where the hell are they?" he muttered under his breath, his single functioning arm flexing with restless energy.

It wasn’t like you to vanish without a word, even in the thick of battle. You always stayed close, covering him when his focus was elsewhere, making sure he didn’t throw himself headlong into danger without a backup plan. That’s why the gnawing worry in his chest was unbearable now.

A sudden memory of you shielding him from a stray attack flashed in his mind. He’d seen you stagger back, blood on your side, but then the fighting had swallowed him whole, and he’d lost sight of you.

“Damn it!” he growled, kicking a piece of wreckage out of his way as he scanned the battlefield. His magnetic powers tugged at any nearby metal debris, instinctively clearing his path as he trudged through the carnage.

"Kid!" Killer’s voice rang out from behind him, sharp and urgent. "We need to regroup!"

Kid whirled around, his face twisted in a scowl. "I’m not regrouping until I find them!"

Killer hesitated but nodded, understanding better than anyone how stubborn his captain could be when it came to the people he cared about.

Kid pressed forward, his heart pounding in time with his heavy boots against the scorched ground. Each step felt like a lifetime, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Then, amidst the ruins, his sharp eyes caught sight of a figure slumped against a pile of rubble.

“(Y/N)!” he bellowed, sprinting toward you.

You stirred at the sound of his voice, your eyes fluttering open. Blood smeared your face, and your breathing was labored, but you managed a weak smile as Kid dropped to his knees beside you.

“Took you long enough,” you rasped.

Kid’s scowl deepened, though his relief was evident in the way his hand cupped the side of your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Don’t you dare joke right now,” he growled. “You’re hurt.”

You chuckled weakly. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Liar,” he shot back, his voice rough with emotion. His eyes scanned your injuries, his hand moving to check your side where the blood was seeping through your clothes. “Why the hell didn’t you stick closer?”

“I had to cover your reckless ass,” you quipped, though the effort it took to speak was clear.

Kid let out a frustrated growl but didn’t argue. Instead, he carefully slipped his arm under your knees and around your back, lifting you as though you weighed nothing.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, though the way he held you spoke volumes about how much he cared.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. “You found me, didn’t you?”

His jaw tightened, and he glanced down at you, his crimson eyes softening. “Damn right I did. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

As he carried you back toward the others, you couldn’t help but smile. Despite his gruffness, Kid’s actions always spoke louder than his words. And right now, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world told you everything you needed to know.

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[punktactical]

ASSHOLE , eustass kid ★

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summary ; a one-night stand with kid, more emotion spills out than it should.

warnings ; 18+ content , smut , mutual - masturbation , eating out , controlling behavior , cursing , light angst , kid is bad at feelings , he's also a lil asshole

a/n ; this was originally taken from my quotev one-shots , so if u recognize it , u know why lol ! woohoo my first post , i hope it does well *clasps my hands together obnoxiously*

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eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he spat on her, grabbing her hips harshly.

"d - don't be so hard! it hurts." she whines, tears pricking her eyes as she pushes at his chest. he smacks her hand away, sneering at her. "don't tell me what to fucking do." he lifts up her dress, revealing her white, puffy bloomers.

"ya dress like a lil' girl." he shimmies her bloomers down to her knees, the fabric resting down her legs. her pink panties peek through from under her skirt. he reaches a large hand out to rub her, but she stops him shyly. "you said you wanted me to . . ." she looks away, embarrassed. " suck you off . " he grins, his gums showing from behind his lips. "so? i changed my mind, not like you get to decide what i do."

his thumb grazes her clothed cunt, making her suck in a breath. he licks her through her panties, saliva mixing with her slick. "oh, oh, eustass!" she gasps, squeezing her thighs around his head. he growls, his tongue pushing and prodding at her entrance. "you still got yer panties on, y'know? ya really gonna cum when i'm eating you out from behind yer panties?" she blushes, holding a small hand up to her open mouth. she sounds like she's about to cry, with the way she hiccups every so often. "besides, i needa get ya ready for my cock, it's big, y'know?" he laughs at her horrified expression. he pulls her panties to the side, his tongue diving into her wet cunt. she screams in delight, her fingers winding themselves up in his hair.

what wonders a guy with a rude mouth could do.

"eustass, i think - i'm gonna - !" her breath catches in her throat, a sharp shriek ripping through the air, he doesn't stop licking up her juices.

"then do it." he spits out between his sucking.

she grinds her teeth, screaming from behind them as she feels the waves of pleasure come crashing down onto her. her hands pull at his hair, tugging it harshly. he hisses, lapping up her juices quickly. her body is sweaty, the remaining clothes she had on sticking to her body. everything was so hot now, too hot. "take yer clothes off, i'ma jack myself to ya now. so get comfortable."

eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he forced her clothes off, stroking himself as she watches with a red face.

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"what's yer name?"

"excuse me?"

they both laid in bed next to each other, still naked. they weren't touching though. his hands resting on his stomach while hers were holding her hips. "i never got yer name." she frowns. "does that really matter now? i'll be gone as soon as the sun rises." she closes her eyes, enjoying the plushness of the sheets beneath her. "no, but i just wanted to know, i guess." he turns his head the other way, hiding his embarrassed blush. god, why did he care anyways? she hums. "you're not the most kind man, are you?" he huffs. "what's the point of being nice? i'm a pirate." she looks at him with drowsy eyes. "i suppose so but." she reaches out a hand, the back of her fingers grazing his cheek.

"you're not being a complete asshole, just a little mean." she smiles, watching as he scowls, a visible blush on his cheeks.

"if yer gone as soon as the sun rises just like you say, then."

"i'd like to . ." he hesitates.

"i want to hold you." he gulps.

"only if you want to." he sighs.

it was almost a relief as soon as the words left his mouth. her smile widened. she shuffles over, her smaller body curling into his own. his hand hand rests on her hip, but it's cold, no affection radiating from it.

the cool metal reminds her that she is nothing but one night.

eustass kid was an asshole.

that much could be said as he woke up the next morning, the other side of his bed empty. he'll look around, confused, unsure as to what happened last night and if he'll ever remember. the only thing to remind him is a small, crumpled up letter with a name on it. he thinks about writing the name down.

he thinks about sailing the ocean, looking for the person that the name belongs to.

he thinks about fighting through thousands of marines, to get to that name.

he thinks . . .

he rips the paper up, the flakes falling to the floor. his hand continues to tear the paper up, his human hand. the only hand that has flesh. the only hand that has meaning.

as he said, he was just a pirate. what's the point?

eustass kid is and always will be an asshole.

not much can be said.

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[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Our boy sanji going through it save Y/N and Camie.

A/N: Alright yall! Welcome back! If you haven't read chapter 1 yet I will link it down below, all chapters will be linked. Thank you guys for taking your time to read the chapter as well as liking it! If you guys like please follow, I can't wait to write more for these chapters I have in store! And without further ado let's get this next chapter started!

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

Sanji X Y/N, OP x Y/N

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 (Here),

We get introduced to Law, Kidd, and Killer! This is about to be a long chapter. 

Chapter 2: Hidden Threats Revealed

 In the Sunny…

  Sanji is talking with Usopp and Franky about when the group will be back. It’s getting late, and they should have returned by now. “I wonder what happened?” Sanji mutters, his worry evident.

“Brother, are you sure you’re worried about the group and not a certain someone?” Franky smirks, raising an eyebrow.

Sanji lights his cigarette, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “I just have a bad feeling about it, Franky.”

“Look, Sanji,” Usopp reassures, “Y/N is probably doing okay. Besides, she’s with Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Robin, Camie, and Hatchan. Nothing’s going to happen to her.”

Just as Sanji is about to respond, the sound of the transponder snail ringing interrupts him. He glances at the snail, hoping it’s news from the group. “That’s probably Nami,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the hopeful glint in his eyes. As the snail continues to ring, Sanji’s thoughts drift, silently wishing it was your voice he heard instead.

“Hello, my love! Did you miss me? Because I missed you!” Sanji says, his voice dripping with affection as he answers the call, already envisioning your smile.

But instead of your voice, he hears Chopper’s voice, trembling and tearful. “Sanji! Sanji, it’s terrible! Y/N and Camie… they’ve been kidnapped!”

Sanji’s heart sinks as he hears the distress in Chopper’s voice. Sanji’s heart races as he listens to Chopper’s panicked cries. “Chopper, you’ve got to tell me everything you know. Where exactly are they? What do we need to do?”

Chopper sniffles, struggling to compose himself. “They were taken to the Human Auction House. I don’t know all the details, but the auction is happening soon. They’ve been put in sacks and… and…”

Sanji’s grip tightens on the transponder snail, his face contorted with anguish and anger. “Damn it! We’re running out of time. I swear, I’ll get them back. Just hold on, Chopper. We’re coming.”

Franky steps closer, his usually jovial demeanor gone, replaced by a serious, concerned look. “Sanji, we’ll get them back. We need to move fast.”

Sanji nods, his mind already racing with plans. “Alright, let’s gather the crew and head to the auction house. I don’t care what it takes. Y/N and Camie are not going to be sold off as slaves. We’re getting them out of there.”

Usopp places a hand on Sanji’s shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “We’ll get them back, Sanji. We’ve faced worse. We just need to stick together and be smart.”

Sanji takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself despite the growing storm of emotions inside. “You’re right. Let’s go. We’re getting them back, no matter what.”

As the crew prepares to set out, Sanji’s thoughts are solely on you, his determination hardened into an unbreakable resolve. The love and worry he feels for you drives him forward, and he vows to do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and rescue.

“Hang on, Y/N, I’m coming to save you!” Sanji exclaims, his voice resolute despite the fear that lingers in his heart. He quickly contacts Duval and his crew, urgently explaining the situation. “Duval, we need your help. My friends have been kidnapped and taken to the Human Auction House. We need to get there as fast as possible.”

Duval’s voice crackles through the transponder snail. “Got it, young master. We’ll head over immediately. Just give us the details, and we’ll be there.”

Sanji hangs up and turns to the crew, his expression a mix of determination and urgency. “Alright, everyone, we’ve got to gather the crew and head to the auction house. Duval and his crew are on their way to help us get there quickly.”

Franky nods, his usually upbeat attitude replaced by a serious focus. “We’ll get everyone together and make sure we’re ready. Let’s move!”

Usopp quickly begins coordinating with the rest of the crew, ensuring that everyone is informed and prepared for the impending rescue mission. Sanji’s heart pounds as he prepares to leave, each moment spent away from you feeling like an eternity.

“Just hold on, Y/N. We’re coming for you,” Sanji murmurs to himself, his resolve unwavering as he sets off to rescue you and Camie from their captors.

Meanwhile at the Auction House: 

   You’re tossed roughly onto the cold floor, a dull thud reverberating through your body as you land. Straining against the ropes binding your wrists and ankles, you inch closer to Camie, who’s huddled in a corner, her eyes wide with panic.

“Camie, breathe,” you try to reassure her, your voice muffled by the tape over your mouth. You shift closer, attempting to untangle yourself enough to offer comfort. “It’s going to be okay. Just stay calm.”

Camie’s eyes darted around, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She tries to speak through her gag, her voice trembling. You can see the terror in her eyes, which only intensifies your determination to get both of you out of this mess.

Just then, a door creaks open and a man in a crisp uniform strides in, his demeanor cold and calculating. Disco, one of the auction house workers, walks over with a smirk. His presence exudes an air of authority that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Disco says, his voice dripping with disdain as he surveys you and Camie. “Two more prizes for our auction. How delightful, a supernova and a mermaid.”

He kneels down to inspect you, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. He reaches down and fastens a collar around your neck “Oh, and these collars come with a little surprise. If you try to remove them, they’ll explode. A nice little deterrent, don’t you think?”

As he stands and adjusts Camie’s collar, you struggle to keep your breath steady. “You know, Disco,” you manage to say, chuckling despite the danger, “once I’m free, you’ll be the first I kill.”

Disco’s eyes narrow with irritation, and he swiftly slaps you across the face, the sting sharp and painful. Just as he moves in to cause more harm, he suddenly freezes, his body going rigid before he collapses to the floor with a thud.

You look around, bewildered, scanning the room for any sign of movement or weaponry. The room is eerily quiet, and you can’t see anyone who could have intervened. Camie’s wide eyes search the room as well, her confusion mirroring your own.

Before you can process what just happened, Disco stirs slightly and gets up, mumbling to one of his workers. “Make sure they’re presentable for the auction. And change her attire—she needs to look suitable for the bidders.”

The worker nods and approaches you with a grim expression, while Disco exits the room, leaving you and Camie with more questions than answers, and a renewed sense of urgency to escape.

“Y/N- Chin! Are you alright? What did they do to you?” Camie says as she takes a second to look at you. Disco’s workers managed to get you changed into a short mini khaki flare skirt and a cropped, fitted white vest. Any other day, you'd be glad to wear such an outfit, but on a day like this, you'd rather burn it to ash. The clothes feel restrictive and uncomfortable, a stark reminder of your current predicament and the indignity of being paraded like a trophy.

They’d managed to take away your blades, leaving only a single hidden one secured within your boot, a small comfort in this dire situation.

“I’m okay, Camie,” you manage to mumble, your voice barely audible. “They haven’t done anything... too bad yet. Just stay strong.” 

Camie nods, tears welling up in her eyes as she tries to maintain composure. You notice her collar, the same kind you’re wearing, and the fear in her expression only intensifies.

You notice the humans and giants in the cells around you—some are pirates, and one of them looks awfully familiar. He has long white hair, glasses, and a scar on his face, but you can’t quite place him. As you struggle to get a better look, the worker assigned to you returns and begins adjusting your attire, ensuring you are presentable for the auction. The collar around your neck itches, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched.

Outside the Auction house… 

 “Out of my way!” Sanji growled, pushing past Hatchan and Chopper as they tried to hold him back.

“Sanji, wait!” Nami called out, grabbing his arm. “We can’t draw attention to ourselves. We have enough treasure to buy both Camie and Y/N. We need to be smart about this.”

“But I can’t just stand here while they’re in danger!” Sanji’s voice was filled with desperation, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

Luffy, Brooke, Zoro, Usopp and Robin had yet to arrive, and Chopper glanced around nervously. “We need to be patient, Sanji. Rushing in recklessly won’t help them.”

Inside the Auction House…

With a deep breath, Sanji reluctantly nodded, his gaze still fixed on the auction house. As the group entered, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation.

On the left side of the auction house, the Heart Pirates’ captain, Trafalgar Law, sat with his crew—Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi. Law’s eyes glinted with curiosity as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for the auction to begin.

“I wonder what ridiculous item they’ll put up next,” Law mused aloud, his tone both intrigued and amused.

Bepo, pointing discreetly, said, “Captain, look over there. The Straw Hats are here, too.”

Law’s gaze shifted, and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Looks like things are about to get interesting.”

On the right side of the room, the Kidd Pirates were present. Eustass Kidd, Killer, Heat, and Wire stood together, their presence commanding attention. Kidd’s eyes were cold as he surveyed the room, his expression one of disinterest mingled with disdain.

Killer, noticing the Straw Hats, smirked slightly. “So, they’ve arrived. This should be fun.”

Heat leaned in closer to Kidd. “Think they’ll cause trouble?”

Kidd’s lips curled into a faint smile. “They always do. Let’s see how this plays out.”

As the auction house buzzed with anticipation, Eustass Kidd’s sharp eyes scanned the room. His gaze landed on the Straw Hat Pirates, noting their number. Something seemed off.

“Killer,” Kidd said, narrowing his eyes, “where’s the rest of the strawhats? I thought they were part of the group.”

Killer glanced around, frowning. “Yeah, I don’t see them either. Just Sanji, Nami, Franky, and Chopper.”

Heat, overhearing the conversation, chimed in, “You’re right. I wonder where they went.”

Kidd’s expression darkened, and he looked more closely at the remaining Straw Hats.

Wire, noticing Kidd’s reaction, asked, “What do you think happened?”

Kidd’s gaze was intense as he observed the room. “If they’re not here, they might be the auction items. We should keep an eye on this and see if anything unusual happens.”

At that moment, the Disco began to speak, calling attention to the upcoming items, and Kidd’s focus sharpened. 

As the auction continued, tension filled the air. Sanji, growing more anxious with each passing moment, clenched his fists. Pappag sat beside him, tears streaming down his face as he muttered, "Camie... I hope she's okay."

Nami, determined and focused, kept her gaze fixed on the auction stage, her mind racing as she planned their next move. "We need to get them back. We can't let them be sold off."

The Disco’s voice boomed through the room, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now down to our last two items for the evening. But before we reveal who they are, let’s take a look at their silhouettes.”

A large curtain lifted, revealing two shadowy figures. The room buzzed with excitement, and among the crowd, the Celestial Dragon, Charlos, arrived and took his seat, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. His presence was marked by an air of arrogance and entitlement.

Sanji’s eyes widened as he recognized the silhouette. His heart pounded as he whispered, "No... It can't be. That's Y/N!"

Nami’s head snapped toward Sanji. “What? Are you sure?”

Sanji’s voice was strained, "I’m certain. That’s definitely Y/N. She's up there along with Camie!”

Disco, on stage, smirked as he saw Sanji’s reaction. “Recognize her? Well, it seems we have quite the star attraction tonight.”

Charlos, clearly excited, leaned forward eagerly. “I must have them. No one else will touch them.”

Nami clenched her fists. “We have to stop this. Sanji, we need to act now.”

Sanji’s eyes were fierce with determination. “I’m going to get Y/N back. I promise.”

As the curtain continued to rise, revealing more of the figures, the crowd’s anticipation grew. The auctioneer’s voice rang out, “And now, for the grand reveal. Let’s see who our final items are!”

Sanji’s heart raced as he prepared to make his move, knowing that time was running out and their friends’ fate hung in the balance.

Moments before your turn for the auction: 

 “It's showtime ladies, only a few minutes til you meet your fate, any last words?” 

You glanced to your right and saw Camie being placed inside a large fish bowl, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. The sight of her trembling made your heart ache as you thought about the possibility of never seeing Sanji or the crew again. Flashbacks of your adventures and moments with them filled your mind, and tears began to well up in your eyes.

With a final surge of defiance, you looked up and said, “Kiss my ass,” before spitting in at one of the workers' faces. You laughed bitterly, as if this might be your last chance to show some spirit. He wiped his face in disgust and ordered another worker to drag you away.

As you braced yourself for the worst, a sudden commotion at the side caught your attention. An old man, whom you vaguely recognized but couldn’t place, approached you. His face was stern yet kind, and he whispered urgently, “Hold still, and trust me.”

Before you could react, he deftly removed the collar and the shackles on your feet and wrists. With a quick, decisive move, he threw the real collars and shackles far away, creating a distraction among the other workers. They scrambled to see where the noise was coming from, allowing a small window of opportunity. You were about to thank him, but he shushed you with a finger to his lips and whispered, “The real collars and shackles are gone, but these are fake. I need to make it look real for now. Don’t worry; I’ll get your friend out too.” Slipping away, leaving you to make your way to the stage, your heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation. You stayed focused, knowing that this was your chance to escape and reunite with your friends.

  Time of the Auction: 

You made your way to the stage, standing in the center with your best acting face on to conceal the fact that the collar and shackles were now fake. You took a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite the gravity of the situation.

Disco’s voice echoed through the auction house, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now down to our last two items for the evening. But before we reveal who they are, let’s take a look at their silhouettes.”

The lights dimmed, casting dramatic shadows of you and Camie. You couldn’t help but growl under your breath, “Perverted fucks.” Your heart ached seeing Camie’s frightened expression. You managed to send her a reassuring wink and mouthed, “Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

Camie’s eyes brightened a little with relief as she mouthed back, “Thank you, Y/N-Chin.”

As the curtain began to rise, the applause and cheers of the auction house grew louder, and the harsh lights made it difficult to see clearly. You squinted into the crowd and saw a familiar face that made your heart leap.

“Sanji,” you whispered, almost breaking down in tears.

Sanji’s face was a storm of fury as he took in your appearance. The sight of your bruised cheek, the signs of rough handling on your arms, and the tight ponytail you wore only fueled his rage further. His hands were clenched into fists as he seethed with anger.

“Nami, I’m going to kill them!” Sanji growled, his voice trembling with barely-contained rage.

“Sanji, don’t worry. We’ve got this,” Nami said firmly, trying to calm him down.

Disco began to announce the starting price, but before he could finish, a voice rang out from the crowd. “500 million berri’s!” Charlos the Celestial Dragon declared with a smug grin.

The room fell silent for a moment as the crowd absorbed the bid. Your eyes begin staring in shock. 

Eustass Kid’s eyes widened as he recognized you on stage. “Wait, isn’t that Y/N?” he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

Killer, who had been observing from the sidelines, let out a low, whistling sound of surprise. His eyes locked onto you, and he made no attempt to hide his appraisal. “Well, Captain, there’s your answer,” Killer said with a smirk. “Might I say, her wanted poster doesn’t do her justice.” His gaze roamed over you appreciatively, adding, “She’s quite the sight up close.”

Law, still stunned, glanced between you and Killer, trying to piece together the situation. Bepo, unable to contain his shock, said, “Hey Captain, isn’t that your—” His voice was muffled by the crowd’s noise and the chaos that ensued.

As the auction house buzzed with tension, Nami’s hand trembled as she dropped her number in shock. “There’s no way we can buy both Y/N and Camie now,” she said, her voice filled with despair. “We only have enough for one!”

Pappag and Hatchan, who had been anxiously waiting, began to cry out in distress. “Camie! Camie!” they yelled, their voices breaking with sorrow.

Sanji’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white as his rage and helplessness collided. His eyes were locked on the stage, where you stood, and he was tormented by the thought of you becoming a slave to that bastard, Charlos. “I won’t let this happen,” he muttered fiercely under his breath.

But Sanji was caught in a dire dilemma. He knew that if he took action against Charlos or any of the Celestial Dragons, it would set off alarms with the Navy. That would only increase the danger for both you and Camie. His heart pounded with the crushing weight of knowing that any rash move could jeopardize your safety even further.

Shaking, you forced yourself to look at Camie and offered her a reassuring smile, mouthing “It’s time.” You took a deep breath and, with a defiant laugh, began to step forward, addressing Charlos with bold determination.

“Do you honestly think my friend and I are worth so little?” you said, your voice ringing out with defiance. “Well, you, sir, are gravely mistaken.”

Turning to Disco, your rage intensified. “You should really start investing in better equipment. As you can see…” With a dramatic flourish, you removed the fake shackles and collar. “They come right off.”

The crowd gasped as you pulled out your blade, which you had managed to sneak in despite the tight security. “And as I last recalled,” you said slowly, “I warned you the moment I got out of these chains, I would be coming for you.”

With a fierce cry, you lunged at Disco. The blade sliced through the air, and chaos erupted in the auction house. Screams filled the room as the crowd surged, pushing and shoving in panic.

As the auction house erupted into chaos, Eustass Kid's eyes locked onto you, and he was momentarily taken aback. “Well, well, look at that,” he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “So that’s the Straw Hat everyone’s been talking about. Guess she’s not just talk.”

Killer, leaning against the wall, whistled lowly, his gaze intense as he took in your fierce fight. “Looks like she’s got some fire in her,” he said with a smirk. “Not bad at all.” As he watched you, his interest deepened. He couldn’t help but feel a strong attraction to your courage and fighting spirit. 

Kid’s gaze was fixed on you with an intense, almost predatory interest. He had been captivated ever since he first saw your wanted poster and heard about you from the other Supernovas. “Damn,” he thought, his eyes lingering on you with a sultry edge. “She’s even better in person. I’d much rather have her with me than anyone else.” His thoughts were charged with an underlying desire, a mix of admiration and something much more primal. “If I had my way, she’d be by my side, not shackled and displayed for others.”

As the scene unfolded, Disco’s attempts to fend off your attacks were futile. You were relentless, your blade slicing through the chaos. Disco, clearly frightened, scrambled for cover. “No! Stop her! Somebody stop her!” he shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Bepo and Penguin exchanged glances as they observed their captain's reaction. Bepo’s eyes sparkled with admiration, but his focus was on Law. “Captain, is that really…” he trailed off, unable to take his eyes off you. Penguin nodded, equally spellbound. “Looks like the captain’s got quite an interest. He’s not the only one.”

Law, his gaze fixed intently on you, couldn't hide his fascination. “So she’s more than just a pretty face,” he murmured, his eyes following your every move with a mix of admiration and intrigue. His earlier interest had clearly deepened into something more intense, as he watched you fight with a newfound appreciation. 

Nami ordered Franky to look for the keys, to get Camie out of there. “Right, I'm on it!” and Franky leaves to look for the key. 

Sanji, charging through the crowd as it begins to die down, finally reaches you. “Y/N! I’m here!” he shouted, grabbing your arm as he pulled you away from Disco. “Let’s get out of here!” 

As you buried yourself in Sanji’s embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sense of relief washed over you. “Sanji,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, “thank you.”

Sanji’s arms tightened around you, his voice soft yet firm. “You don’t need to thank me, Y/N. I’d go through hell to keep you safe.”

But the warmth of the moment was disrupted by the heated gazes of three very different men, each battling his own surge of jealousy and desire.

Eustass Kid’s jaw clenched as he watched the tender exchange. The sight of you wrapped up in Sanji’s arms, the intimacy of it, sparked something primal in him. His eyes darkened with possessiveness. “So, she’s got a thing for that damn cook,” he muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his tone. “Too bad for him—she’s better suited for someone with real power. She’d be better off by my side.”

Killer’s usually cool demeanor was strained as he watched the scene unfold. A low, almost sultry chuckle escaped his lips. “She’s got a thing for cooks, huh? Lucky for her, I’m an excellent chef,” he murmured, his voice dripping with intent. “Maybe she just needs a taste of something different.” His eyes raked over you with a blend of admiration and hunger, imagining a scenario where it was him holding you close.

Trafalgar Law, usually so composed, felt a sharp pang of jealousy twist in his chest. He’d kept his feelings for you carefully guarded, but seeing you with Sanji made something snap inside him. His gaze was intense, his usual calm replaced by a burning desire to intervene. “She deserves someone who understands her,” he thought, his mind racing. “Someone who can protect her without needing to be thanked for it.” The sight of you so vulnerable, so close to Sanji, was almost unbearable.

Killer smirked, leaning closer to Kid, his voice low and laced with playful challenge. “Guess we’ll see who she really belongs with, huh?”

Law’s eyes flickered with determination as he observed the two other men. He wasn’t about to back down either. He stepped forward, ready to act, his usual strategic mind overwhelmed by the desire to pull you away from Sanji and into his own arms.

Each of them, in their own way, was drawn to you, not just by your strength but by the vulnerability you displayed in this moment. They all wanted to be the one to comfort you, to protect you, to claim you. The tension between them was electric, a silent agreement that none of them would let Sanji have you without a fight.

The auction house was on the brink of chaos as Nami looked on to see who was remaining. Tension filled the air as Hatchan, driven by desperation, tried to make a run toward Camie. But as he moved, his cloak began to slip, revealing his fishman identity to the room.

Charlos’ eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he seized the opportunity, pulling out a gun without hesitation. “A fishman and a Supernova? Today’s my lucky day,” he sneered.

Camie, trapped in the fish tank, began banging on the glass frantically, her wide eyes filled with terror. The sound of her desperate attempts to alert the others cut through the chaos. You broke away from Sanji, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to see what was happening.

In that split second, you saw Charlos raising his gun, aiming directly at Hatchan. Without thinking, you pushed Sanji to the side and sprinted toward Hatchan, your only thought to protect him.

A single gunshot rang out, echoing through the auction house. The next moment felt like an eternity. You reached Hatchan just in time, throwing yourself over him as the bullet buried itself in your right thigh. Pain seared through you, but you held on, determined to shield your friend.

Hatchan hit the ground with you on top, his eyes wide with shock. “Y/N! Why did you—” he stammered, his voice choked with emotion as he realized what you had done.

You gritted your teeth, the pain in your thigh radiating through your body. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt you,” you said through clenched teeth, your voice trembling with both pain and determination. “We stick together.”

As the sound of the gunshot echoed through the auction house, Sanji’s heart nearly stopped. “Y/N!” he screamed, his voice filled with panic as he watched you collapse on top of Hatchan. Blood began to seep from your thigh where the bullet had hit, and Sanji’s world narrowed to that single point of red. “Damn it, Y/N, you’re always throwing yourself into danger,” he muttered, his voice thick with concern.

“Chopper! Hurry! Get the bullet out of Y/N and tend to the wound!” Sanji yelled, his voice trembling with urgency as he knelt beside you, his hands hovering over your wound, unsure whether to touch you or not, fearing he might make things worse.

Chopper, already in motion, rushed over with his medical kit. “Hang in there, Y/N! I’ve got this!” he said, his small hands working quickly to assess the wound.

The room fell silent for a heartbeat, and then the auction house doors exploded inward with a thunderous crash. Luffy stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with fury as he took in the scene—the bleeding wound on your thigh, Hatchan on the ground, and Charlos standing there with a smug grin on his face.

Beside Luffy, Zoro stepped in, his expression just as intense, though slightly more annoyed as he shook off the aftereffects of the bumpy ride in the Fishman vehicle. “What the hell did I miss?” Zoro grumbled, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword as he quickly assessed the chaotic scene in front of him.

Luffy’s eyes narrowed, the fury within him boiling over as he watched Charlos gloat over your injury. His hands clenched into fists, and he began walking toward the Celestial Dragon with a terrifying calmness. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension as everyone in the room felt the weight of his anger.

Zoro, now fully alert and ready for action, exchanged a glance with Luffy. The unspoken understanding between them was clear—this wasn’t going to end well for Charlos.

Luffy’s eyes narrowed, the fury within him boiling over as he watched Charlos gloat over your injury. His hands clenched into fists, and he began walking toward the Celestial Dragon with a terrifying calmness. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension as everyone in the room felt the weight of his anger.

“You…” Luffy’s voice was low, almost a growl. Each word he spoke was laced with a promise of retribution. “You hurt my friends…”

Charlos barely had time to register the danger before Luffy was upon him. Without another word, Luffy’s fist collided with Charlos’ face, the force of the punch sending the Celestial Dragon flying across the room and crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

Meanwhile, Kidd's eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched Sanji fuss over you. A surge of jealousy flared up inside him, and he clenched his fists. “I didn’t come all this way to watch some Straw Hat steal the show,” Kidd muttered, his voice laced with irritation. “She belongs with someone who can handle her—like me.” 

Killer, standing beside him, chuckled darkly. “Looks like the competition’s tough. But I’d love to see how she reacts to someone who can handle more than just a kitchen knife,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he eyed you protectively.

On the other side, Law’s usual calm demeanor cracked ever so slightly as he observed the scene unfolding before him. “So, this is the kind of devotion she inspires,” he thought, feeling an unexpected twist of envy in his chest. He kept his gaze fixed on you, silently cursing himself for not having acted sooner.

The remaining spectators, including a few of the other Celestial Dragons, looked on with growing unease as they sensed the impending wrath of the Straw Hat captain. The air grew thick with tension, and everyone braced for what was about to happen next. One by one, the remaining spectators, driven by fear, bolted from their seats, abandoning the auction house in a panicked rush. Only the Celestial Dragons, the auction workers, Disco, the Kidd Pirates, the Heart Pirates, and your crew remained, all locked in a tense standoff. 

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Now, Luffy has finally entered! What do we think will happen next! How are we feeling? Looks like Y/N has some admirers in the stand also!!! This next chapter is about to be fun to write! Thank you guys for tuning in! And as always, thank you for sharing, reblogging, liking and following! If you guys haven't caught up with chapter 1 Be sure to give that a read as well, all chapters will be linked as well. 

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