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Deceivers Ch. 23 - Travels

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Chapter 22 - Plans

Two days ago, on an unknown island in the New World

After the long talk with Frewin, the two of you had come to a decision. The plan was genius, and you were in luck that it was so convenient.

Instead of having to go back to sea, potentially dying, Cawrolin would take you to the island where Jeany lived.

When Frewin first proposed the idea, you couldn't believe how that was supposed to work, but it would go like this: Cawrolin would wait for a newspaper bird and blackmail it, forcing it to take a letter to the Victoria Punk. In case that it would fall in the wrong hands, you couldn't use any names, locations or general remarks that could benefit the wrong people.

Then came the trickiest part: If Kid and the crew even wanted to come and help you, they would roughly have to arrive at the same time as you. Also, they couldn't answer your letter, so you just had to hope and see.

In two days' time, you would already sit on Cawrolin's back, hopefully not falling to your death in the process.

Right now, you sat at the table writing, sipping another glass of Frewin's self-made lemonade. The pen glided over the rough paper and your thoughts travelled onto it.

Hey you guys,

You're probably wondering how the fuck I sent you this letter. Long story short: My new friends and I threatened and blackmailed the newspaper bird. I can't wait to tell you, it was an experience. Good news is, I am safe and not alone. I have help.

I'm so sorry for leaving. I really am! It was stupid, I didn't think it through, and I foolishly thought I could handle it alone. I was too chicken to ask for your help. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to help me. I realised too late that that's not the case at all. You guys (all of you!) are the closest thing I had to a family in months. But I will tell you all that to your faces when we see each other again, because that's what you deserve, and I don't have much time.

They have J and my brother. And by they I mean everyone we don't like. Captain was right, something was fishy. Remember J? You should know where she lives. I will be heading there tomorrow. Might take me a day or two to get there, depending. I have a ride, but unfortunately, it's not durable enough to drop me off with you.

I don't expect you to be there for me after I drugged our night watch and the captain and fled, but I wanted to let you know that I'm safe. The sea didn't get me.

I WILL NOT do anything stupid, I promise. No confrontation and such. I just want to do everything I can to help my brother and my best friend. My new friends can't come with me, so I'm on my own.

I miss you. Please wish me luck.

The next paragraph is just for our captain. Seriously, hand the letter to him now. I mean it. I know that F and J are still reading it at this point. Hand it over or I WILL cut of your fingers one by one with a rusty butter knife.

Hey you,

I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I broke my promise. If you are willing to give me another chance at being your... doctor, I will gladly take it and not mess up. I will make up for everything, no matter how and how long it takes. You're confusing me most of the time, but right now I'm sure that I'd rather be where you are than anywhere else.

Love,

Doc

You held the letter in your hands and read it again. You really couldn't afford any slip ups, but it seemed very vague for strangers and specific to your friends.

Cawrolin cawed and you looked at her. The newspaper bird stood next to her, looking absolutely miserable. Neither Frewin nor you knew what she had blackmailed him with (and how...), but it seemed to be successful.

Carefully, you read the letter one last time, chuckling at the warning for Flipper and Jonah. Anyone other than Kid reading the last part would be kind of embarrassing.

"Alright!", you exclaimed, before putting the letter into an unmarked envelope.

"Don't worry, they won't leave you hanging", Frewin said.

"I'm not worried!" Your voice sounded fake.

Of course, you were a little worried. You abandoned them after all. Maybe this was the last chance you had with them, especially with Kid.

"Of course not!", Frewin grinned, "are you all packed though? Food, water, maps, log pose just in case? Your knives?"

"Yes, to all of that", you answered dutifully.

"They're gonna be there, (y/n)", Frewin said, his voice now without humour. He sounded like he genuinely believed it.

You nodded.

"You told me your story and from what it sounded like I can tell that you're important to them."

"Most important is that they’re important to me, just like Jeany and my brother. So, I'll have to be there either way! That's good enough for me."

"Very well. Do you have a plan for when you get there?", Frewin asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You scoffed amusedly, "I'll wing it."

That was the truth. You didn't have a plan, you just knew that you would avoid confrontation, and that you knew the town where they held Jeany well enough to be sneaky.

Frewin raised his brows.

"Honestly. I'm strangely optimistic about this."

That was also true.

"If you say so, I believe you", Frewin smiled.

- - -

Today on the Victoria Punk

"I know it's gonna be hard for you, but I cannot stress this enough, don't damage their ship", Killer yelled at the crew, who were more than ready to attack the marines.

General murmuring filled the deck, all agreeing that that wouldn't even be necessary.

They were in luck. The ship was relatively small for a marine ship, with only a crew of little fish on board.

"Light work", Kid chuckled.

"Wanna bet how long it takes?", Killer asked from his Captain's side.

Kid's mood had improved drastically after not only receiving your letter, but also being handed the perfect opportunity to let off steam and get a ride through the calm belt.

"Two minutes", Kid pressed out through gritted teeth, "if I win, you'll cook me a personal lunch every day for a week."

Killer stared at him through his mask with his arms crossed, fingers tapping on his biceps.

"I already do that."

Kid furrowed his brows. Right.

"Anyways. I'll say three", the masked man decided, and turned around to Flipper, who was sitting in a sniper spot in the crow's nest, "Flipper, do me a favour and have a look at your watch!"

"Gotcha!", a faint, faceless voice came back from above.

"When I win, you'll play dress up as a marine after we got their ship", Killer said, almost snickering at the thought.

"I'd rather die", the redhead spat.

"Sore looser", Killer commented.

"Concentrate."

"Okay."

Killer turned his face forward, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The marines didn't even fathom what hit them when the Victoria Punk used its quick manoeuvrability to its advantage, so the crew could jump on their deck.

Swords and various parts of metal clashed, and when the marines tried firing a cannon at the Kid Pirate's ship, their captain stopped it masterly.

Insults were yelled at the opposing crew from both sides as blood splattered and seeped into the wooden planks.

Flipper took a good portion of them out with his sniper skills and the Kid Pirates didn't even break out into sweat.

Some light damage of the ship couldn't be avoided, but it was merely scratches in comparison to what havoc Kid and his crew normally left behind.

Most of them were still in fight mode and not yet satisfied, when the hordes of attacking marines died down until it eventually stopped.

Kid stood on their deck in puddles of blood, letting his gaze wander over the ship with a wicked grin on his face.

"Whoo! Two minutes and forty-seven seconds!", Flipper yelled from the crow's nest and Kid growled.

"Time for Lieutenant Commander Kid to make an appearance", Killer whispered from the side.

"I will kill you in your sleep", the captain snarled.

Jonah came towards them from a corner behind the galley, with an injured man in his grip, struggling to keep up.

"Captain, I found a navigator. Do we need him?"

Kid pondered, looking the whimpering marine up and down.

"Can't hurt having him around", he then said, and the man sighed.

"You're Eustass Kid...", he slurred, "what do you want from us?"

"Your ship. You will take us through the calm belt", Kid commanded nonchalantly.

The marine's eyes widened, and his head shook violently.

"I can't! That's treason!"

Kid chuckled and looked around, scanning his crew's faces while they started laughing manically.

"Treason?", he grinned, "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation you're in. Your dead colleagues are the lucky ones, you got me?

The marine opened his mouth in silence and looked around on the deck, taking in the sight of half of his crew laying on it motionless, the rest trying to crawl to non-existent safety despite their grave injuries.

"If you don't help me find what I'm looking for, I will cut you open and use the time while you're balancing between life and death to take out your intestines to strangle you with them."

Kid looked down on him with a vicious grin, and he realised that it had been a long time since he last did what they did today.

The marine gulped.

"Did the message arrive?"

A harsh nod was the only answer he got.

"The nice man helping you stand up straight is Jonah. He will accompany you to your workplace."

Jonah pushed the man towards the galley and Kid took a deep breath.

"Alright, throw the bodies overboard, alive or dead. Half of you will take the Victoria Punk straight to the closest island without any incidents to wait for us."

The men started rummaging around on deck, collecting bodies, and throwing them over the railing. Some marines pleaded for their lives, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Wire and Heat, I'll assign the command over the Victoria Punk and the crew to you for the time being. Moku and the recruits will stay with you. Killer, Flipper, Jonah, Mammo and Shiki will come with me, along with twenty other sailors. Volunteers!"

Twenty sailors were found quickly, and the crew split up according to Kid's plan.

The two ships parted ways and Heat, Wire, Killer, and Kid saluted each other before the Victoria Punk was out of reach.

"Remember our bet?", Killer said now, and nudged Kid in the shoulder.

Kid let out a gruff sigh.

"I have a better idea. Our bet made me think."

"Interesting, I'm listening."

"All of us will dress up as marines to disguise ourselves", Kid grinned brightly.

"Kid, come on", Killer scoffed, "you're just saying that because you're pissed off that you lost and now you don't want to be the only stupid looking one."

"Or it’s just clever to blend in. I guess we'll never know", he said to Killer, before calling out to the rest of the crew, who all assembled on deck.

"Listen you slags, everyone grab a marine uniform from the quarters and put it on!"

They all looked at him with empty eyes, unsure about whether the command was a joke or not. Kid groaned in frustration.

"We can't afford losing any more time and I'll be damned if we end up in an inconvenient situation because we're pirates on a marine ship in the calm belt. Move your lazy asses!"

Killer was pleasantly surprised by how Kid's head was obviously thinking straight and logical, and wondered if the chance of seeing you again played a part in that.

Reluctantly, the crew moved towards the quarters to rummage around in the marines’ belongings. Kid and Killer joined them, looking for uniforms for higher ranks.

"If I was in this line of work, I'd wear an admirals uniform", Kid huffed and threw various pieces of clothing over his shoulder.

They were successful in the second room they searched, and ten minutes later, the entire crew was sporting white and blue uniforms.

"This is wrong", Flipper complained while trying to button up the buttons over his chest.

"It's disgusting", Mammo added dramatically.

From afar, they might fool curious people, but up close it was clear who they were, especially since nobody had the heart to separate from their trademark.

Kid with his coat and goggles, Killer with his mask, Flipper with his absolutely outdated rifle and the others with all their small peculiarities.

"Where's our navigator intern, Jonah?", Killer asked.

"Chained and bound to a chair, I'll join him now so we can start our journey."

"Perfect", Kid grinned.

While the marine ship turned towards its destination and sailed into the night, you sat down in a straw basket way too small, with Frewin and Cawrolin observing you, many many miles away from the pirates.

"Like this?", you asked the man, and he nodded.

"It's small, but it has to be, otherwise Cawrolin couldn't carry you."

He gently placed a large bottle of water, food, and all your belongings in your lap.

"Your legs will be very uncomfortable, but don't move too much. Tell Cawrolin to take breaks if you feel like either of you has to", Frewin advised you.

"I'll try to just pull through", you smiled.

Of course you wanted Cawrolin to get back to Frewin in one piece. They were doing you such a huge favour after all.

You felt a little sentimental. The two of you (sometimes three when Cawrolin participated) had a lot of good talks in the last two days, and you learned a lot about life.

"Uhm, Frewin?", you said hesitantly, and he hummed in response, "thank you for everything. You're really someone to be remembered, and I hope we see each other again."

"We will. And if you wanna talk, I'm just a snail call away."

He patted your head.

You watched him curiously as he tied two buckles around Cawrolins legs, right above her claws. Each of the buckles were connected with two ropes, which ended on each corner of the basket you sat in.

"The start will be a bit rocky", Frewin said while testing the security of each rope, and you nodded.

"Good luck, (y/n)", he smiled.

"Thank you. So much, really."

The bird let out a loud caw, and a strong wind tugged at your hair when she spread her wings, flapping them twice before her feet left the ground.

You looked at Cawrolin in awe, because this was the first time you saw her spread her wings. They were massive and seemed way too big for her body.

Cawrolin was in the air first, and then the basket slowly lifted, shaking left and right before going steady.

Frewin waved at you from below, and you did your best to wave back without moving too much, although Cawrolin seemed secure.

The old man got smaller and smaller, and soon you had to look back up to avoid feeling nauseated.

You observed how the large, white wings swallowed the moonlight shining on your face with each flap outward, and how they blocked your view at the stars.

"You're really the strongest bird I know", you chuckled up at her, and she cawed quietly.

Over the past days you had gotten used to talking to a bird like you would talk to a person, talking like to a child possibly came closest.

As Frewin had foreshadowed, your legs got stiff soon, but you just clenched your teeth and tried ignoring it.

Instead, you narrowed your eyes to see what was around you. You could faintly make out the dark sea below, and some islands in the distance.

The sky was clear, no clouds in sight. After your unfortunate journey to Frewin's island, you knew that storms could brew any minute, so you tried your best to observe any changes around you. In case of a storm, Cawrolin would have to land somewhere.

You felt peace. Flying was peaceful.

Although your legs felt weird, you felt like nothing bad could touch you up here.

You thought about your brother, desperate to know what happened.

He was at Jeany's pub, with her, his crew, and the world nobles. You wondered how they got him to lure you into a trap. Most probably threats of physical harm.

How would all this end? Would it even end at all?

Nobody could possibly know, you could just hope for a happy one.

The wind up here was mild, and very calming. The even flaps of Cawrolins wings hypnotised you and aided by the darkness you slowly slipped into a deep slumber, finally free of worries about marines, nobles, and pirates.

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Deceivers Ch. 22 - Plans

word count: 3681

Chapter 21 - Hope

Chapter 23 - Travels

The general mood on the Victoria Punk was bad.

Kid's brows were furrowed even more than usual and Flipper, Mammo and the others kept pacing around on deck. Killer, who stood next to a brooding Kid on the gallery, watched them through his mask.

"Well", he started, but he had to admit that even he didn't know what to say.

You had left, Kid was pissed, everyone was worried. Basically, all shit at the moment.

"What the fuck did she think taking the tiniest boat out to the sea in the New World?"

"Worried much?", Killer inquired, knowing well how Kid would react.

He said nothing and just stormed off, his hair looking wilder than usual.

Flipper, Heat and Mammo came around the corner after Kid had left and situated themselves next to Killer. The latter looked at them and waited.

"We have come to a conclusion", Heat started.

"We have got to help (y/n)", Flipper added.

"I owe her my life!", Mammo exclaimed and the three nodded in unison.

"She's one of us now", Flipper said, "and we leave no man behind."

Mammo's curls bounced as he nodded in agreement.

"Women neither. Or anyone else for that matter", Heat chimed in.

Jonah came running from afar and halted next to the other three men, who were standing around Killer in a half circle with their arms crossed.

"It's about (y/n) isn't it? I really think we should-"

Killer interrupted him.

"Guys, I know. You don't need to break a leg here to try to convince me. I feel the same. She's pleasant company and a good doctor, we need her here."

Kid needs her here first and foremost, he thought.

"But we also want her to be here", Flipper added, no room for discussion. The others nodded again.

"Of course", Killer sighed.

"I'm not even mad at her for knocking me straight out with that stupid apple", Jonah whispered, more to himself, "that was genius."

"The problem is that we have no idea where she is."

Everyone eyed their shoes. Killer was right.

"Okay, realistically", Mammo started, then pausing for a second to think, his hands folded in front of his lips, "she's been gone for like what, not even twenty four hours?"

"She gave me the apple at like nine, half nine."

"Would mean it's been about twenty hours", Flipper concluded.

"We should talk to the navigator and ask how far you could get in that time and in which possible directions!"

"Guys", Killer interrupted their hopeful babbling, a little louder now.

"I don't want to sound too pessimistic, but the sea here is fucking brutal, and I think your positive spirit clouds your brains. You know how rough it is out here, maybe she isn't even alive anymore. She's not like us and her 'ship' isn't more than a twig to the waves here. We can't throw our logic overboard."

Realisation hit them. Of course, Killer was right.

"We are unfortunately also bound to the restrictions of the log pose."

There was a deafening silence, apart from small waves breaking at the hull. Flipper nervously fumbled his pistol and Jonah tugged at his bottom lip.

"I know she's your friend", Killer conceded, "we'll figure something out."

He left them with heavy steps to go and find Kid, who was probably looming in his workshop.

Killer scolded himself on the way there. He knew that he had said 'we'll figure something out', but that was such a stupid thing to say. That was a promise that could not be held under certain circumstances.

He knocked on the workshop door twice. Angry rumbling could be heard from the room.

"This better be fucking Killer", Kid spat through his teeth.

Fiery eyes met Killer's mask when the door swung open.

"I'm coming in", the blond said, and Kid didn't obstruct.

"We don't need to help her", was he first thing the captain said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, but Killer knew better.

"I'm speaking to my best friend and not my captain when I say this, but holy hell, shut the fuck up Kid. It's just the two of us. No need to play tough. I know you've been walking up and down this room for the last ten minutes."

Kid's brows furrowed. He was annoyed that Killer knew him too well. On the other hand, he was relieved that his first mate has granted him the opportunity to show some emotion at least. His facade faltered instantly as he sat down in his big chair in the workshop.

"It's my fault."

Killer didn't say a word. He was waiting for more because he knew there was more. Kid leaned forward and let his head drop into the palm of his hand, chin propped up so he could mindlessly stare at the wall.

"I failed her."

Pause.

"We'll figure something out."

Shit, I said it again, Killer thought.

"I physically cannot bear to lose her", Kid choked up.

He didn't cry though, he was just angry at himself. He felt a tug in his heart when you crossed his mind, the thoughts of how you slowly warmed up to him because you just seemed to know how to treat him, when to annoy him, when to be patient with him, when to question his words, when to listen to them, how to decipher the look in his eyes and how to touch him physically and mentally.

He couldn't possibly know that you in fact did not know how to read him like he thought you did, it was all just natural, spontaneous and whatever felt right in certain moments. He couldn't know how many times you had struggled with his behaviour and his actions, not being sure how to react.

He just liked you so much that it felt like you were the only person besides Killer who actually understood him, although that wasn't always the case. And he had toyed with the opportunity to make you stay forever by disappointing you.

He swore to himself that he would make you his forever - no matter what lengths he had to go to - as soon as he found you. He had to find you. The slight chance that he would never see you again couldn't be accepted under any circumstance.

He remembered the day you arrived on the ship. At that time, he wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible to avoid trouble, even if it meant killing you.

When interrogating you he found himself wanting to fuck you into submission all of a sudden because you were just so pretty tied up. You seemed so fragile and easy to manipulate, to ruin, but then he felt pity for you when he saw the hoof of the flying dragon burned into your soft skin.

To his surprise, Brone wanting to violate you had made him so unbelievably angry. That night he made an example of what would happen to his men if they even looked at you the wrong way. Was he already so obsessed with you at this point? He didn't recall, but it could have been.

It was always your eyes. Your stupid, innocent doe eyes looking up at him with not enough fear. You should have been more afraid of him, like everyone else, he thought, but there was always this little hint of trust in them that drove him mad. You even slept in the same bed, just because he told you to. So easy to manipulate, and not scared enough.

And the look in them when he walked in on you naked in the infirmary. The timing was bad, but he felt his dick twitching slightly at the thought of seeing you so vulnerable. The image of your body had been burned into the back of his brain that day, it was so perfect, and he then decided that it was just for him to use.

When you nearly had Mammo killed he was aggravated and on edge, but when you saved his life, he couldn't help but be absolutely impressed with your skills. It became clear to him that you were more than what he initially saw in you, and he had been slightly ashamed of making you a mere object in his head.

Then it became increasingly difficult for him to be around you, so he chose to ignore you when he was overwhelmed, which was more often than he cared to admit. That he regretted too, but it was the only option for him to not go insane, because why did a woman have such an effect on him?

He had a similar feeling when he watched you being pulled onto your stupid fiancés ship, whatever his name was. He had a bad feeling about him from the first time he laid eyes on him, he was just a greyish, squirming maggot and you were... simply above him. By far. Too pretty, too clever, too lively. Seeing you broken because of this excuse of a man had evoked something in Kid. For the first time, he had felt the need to protect you forever.

He huffed when he remembered how he called you an angel. He meant it. He killed twice for you, actually three times when you considered Brone, and he would do it again and again, because you were an angel. He would never let you kill. He swore after meeting and finally getting rid of Big Patch that something as grave as murder would never get the chance to ruin you.

Not because he thought you were incapable. No, he had seen you sparring with Killer many days on the Victoria Punk and your medical knowledge did the rest. Because killing wasn't easy. It seemed easy to him when he did it, but it always leaves a mark and poisons one’s thoughts. Never would he allow that to happen to you. You had enough to deal with after what happened to you.

Then he remembered how he had felt dismay when he realised that he liked holding you. Just because it was new to him, and he wanted more. On the day he sent you shopping with Heat he didn't even want to suck on your neck in front of the entire crew. He smirked a little at the thought. It was just this egging feeling of possibly loosing you when you weren't under his watchful eye that made him want to show everyone that you were off limits.

And then he had claimed you - halfway at least. Just to ruin it a few days later by trying to live by his old ways when exploring an island. Visiting a whore. Your face when he finally got you back had been horrible for him. He was sure you hated him. It had pushed him to show you a more vulnerable side of him, and luckily it worked.

Generally, you pushed so many buttons in him, challenging him. The first person he apologised to in a decade had been you.

He had made up for it by fucking you senseless. He replayed your little moans in his mind over and over again. You were so perfect, just for him. Fucking you never bored him, which was new to him. The same sensation he had when he discovered that he wanted you to stay with him after he finished. Not once, but every damn time. He was obsessed with every inch of your skin, every word you uttered from your pretty lips and every second he could spend with you.

You had flipped another switch in him when you spoke back to him in the kitchen where he fucked you with dried blood all over him. He saw a completely new side of you, an unhinged one that was proof to him that you felt comfortable around him. He made you promise not to leave.

Initially he was pissed off when he realised that you broke that promise. But now after thorough rethinking and reassessing the situation he found himself to be at fault entirely.

He needed you so badly.

The pleasant memories were slowly replaced by dread.

"I haven't seen you like this since Victoria", Killer stated, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Don't remind me. That's something else."

Victoria's murder was a sensitive topic, but their time before it happened and the feelings he (and Killer) had for her were different than the feelings he had for you.

"We were kids back then and now I...", he started, no intentions to finish the sentence.

Usually, a normal person would end the sentence with 'I know how real love feels like' or 'I am actually in love with her', but Kid wasn't the average guy. The possibility of being head over heels in love with you didn't cross his mind, he was just that oblivious to his own thoughts.

He took your wanted poster that he stored on his workshop desk and looked at the picture. The girl in it was not his (y/n), it was just a ghostly form of her. You had looked like this when you stumbled on his ship. Dull hair, empty, teary eyes with dark circles to the floor, cuts, bruises, and sunken shoulders.

He imagined what you looked like before your world shattered. Soft, innocent, smiling from ear to ear while doing things you loved. He didn't know. But he knew how much you improved while being with his crew and... maybe him? He hoped that he played a part in you coming back to life. He watched it happen in front of his own eyes. How the sparkle returned to your eyes, which made them seem brighter when the sun hit them. How the frown slowly turned into a smile, showing your straight teeth occasionally.

It had been fascinating to watch you interact with his men, too. How effortlessly you handled their naggings and how you were able to joke with them. At first, Kid had kept an eye on them to avoid another Brone situation, but he soon realised that the only thing they felt for you was brotherly love.

Inexpressible anger and fury spread in his chest when he looked at what the World Nobles had done to you. Irritated, he crumpled the wanted poster into a tiny ball and tossed it into a corner.

He leaned back in the chair and his fingers lingered on the arm rest, impatiently tapping on the cold leather. His frowning face still rested in his other hand.

"You're actually scared shitless", Killer said, his voice raised due to surprise.

"I'm never", Kid answered too promptly.

He was. The uncertainty was driving him insane. The weird tug in his heart was back, but stronger. The unfamiliar feeling of fear mixed with anger. Anger he knew, he could calculate it, use it to his advantage, but fear was something he never experienced before. What would he be scared of anyways? He was always the strongest, his friends and his crew were always the strongest, there was no need to be afraid.

But there was still you.

"Please help me, Killer."

He hadn't noticed that his fingers weren't lightly tapping the arm rest anymore, they were instead digging into the roughened leather and hurt from cramping.

Killer raised his brows under his mask. Seeing Kid vulnerable was relatively new to him, and it made him nervous.

Both the crew and their captain were too emotionally invested in the matter to see clearly and think rationally. Obviously, Killer would go to hell and back to help, but there was still the lingering fear that you were beyond saving and as of now, Killer was the only person on the ship who saw this spiralling out of control.

"Kid..."

He didn't answer.

"You know what could happen, right?"

Kid didn't reply on purpose. Of course he knew. Best case was that you were still sailing or that you had stopped on an island, worst case was that you were dead or that the nobles caught you.

"We shouldn't mess with the World Nobles either. As soon as they have her..."

Killer was right. Even Kid knew that facing the Dragons and expecting a good outcome was stupid and would never happen. Strawhat punched Charlos once and all hell broke loose on Sabaody.

"We won't. But we will get her back, I owe her that."

And I need her, he added in his head.

Killer placed one of his large hands on Kid's shoulder and tapped it lightly.

"I know. We'll come up with something."

Fuck, he thought, again.

"Will you tell her about all the things that were brewing in your head just now?", Killer asked.

Unbeknownst to the masked man, Kid's eyes widened. Killer wouldn't and couldn't know what exactly went through his head, but he probably had vague ideas.

"Stop doing that", Kid muttered instead of answering. Killer sighed.

"Come back on deck when you're done here, we need our captain."

Kid nodded and Killer left the room, closing the door behind him.

Kid's hands wandered towards his face, and he buried it in his palms. He felt the lump in his throat first, then came an unfamiliar burning sensation behind his eyes.

He let out a heavy-hearted sigh, followed by a sob and a single tear slipping out of his eye. He wiped it away immediately and he was glad that there weren't more tears forming.

Like all the other new feelings he had discovered since meeting you, this was new as well. Sadness, dread, fear, and anger turned into a dangerous cocktail, brewing in his heart and the pit of his stomach.

Before he could release the tension by hammering his fists into the wooden wall, Shiki's voice made him halt.

"Captain Kid! Quick!"

It took him only half a second to leap through the door towards the deck.

Would they be able to decipher his wandering mind just like Killer? Probably not. There was no time to check his face for remainders of tears or anything like that.

On deck, most of the crew stood around Killer holding a piece of paper.

Eagerly, he ripped it from his hands and his eyes started scanning the letters.

Hey you guys,

I don't expect you to be there for me after I drugged our night watch and the captain and fled, but I wanted to let you know that I'm safe. The sea didn't get me.

I WILL NOT do anything stupid, I promise. No confrontation and such. I just want to do everything I can to help my brother and my best friend. My new friends can't come with me, so I'm on my own.

I miss you. Please wish me luck.

Hey you,

Love,

Doc

Kid smirked at your attempt to keep Flipper and Jonah from reading the last bit, it was so cute that the letter could have only been from you. There was no hidden message, but he still was glad that you didn't use any full names or other identifying indicators.

His index finger brushed past your signature. Doc. He liked that.

He decided that you should indeed think of making up for your actions, but you probably had cleaning the toilets in mind. His idea was much better, but he would never tell you that there was no need to actually make it up to him.

He had already forgiven you. And now, since he knew you were safe, there was no need to sit around doing nothing but drowning in self-pity and sorrows.

"We have a goal now", Kid bellowed, and his crew joined in with cheers.

"Theres only one problem...", Mammo sighed, quickly silencing the men around him.

"Oh, come on!", Flipper exclaimed.

"Well, the island where Jeany lives is already far behind us. There's no way to get back there! We would need to go through the calm belt to make it, and you know damn well that that would be our end. Our ship won't make it."

Before the general mood on the Victoria Punk could plummet again, the navigator chimed in, holding binoculars in front of his eyes.

"Ours won't, but theirs will."

He pointed towards the open sea, and they all squinted their eyes to see better.

Very far away, at the horizon, they could make out a ship. The white sails with the blue bird logo were prominent against the setting sun and Kid started laughing lowly.

"What a fucking coincidence", he sneered.

It was a coincidence. The marines weren't looking for anything special, just patrolling the New World. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Im not asking but listen ur story abt Eustass Captain kidd its just a masterpiece thank uuu

thank you so much!! this means a lot to me! <3

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

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Deceivers Ch. 21 - Hope

word count: 3986

Chapter 20 - Siblings

Chapter 22 - Plans

Your body was shaking, and a stinging pain spread around your ribcage before you woke up abruptly, spitting and coughing up salt water.

The ground you were lying on was soft, but not like carpet. It was fine sand. A beach.

Still dizzy, you looked up slowly. Through blurry eyes you spotted a gigantic bird standing on your chest, its webbed feet patting your skin in a rhythmic pattern.

Its big, round eyes looked straight into yours and it hopped off your chest.

"CAAWWW!", it shrieked, and you stared at it with an open mouth, unable to process anything at this point.

The world around you was spinning a little and your head hurt awfully. Faintly, you remembered leaving the Victoria Punk in a boat and said boat knocking you out during a storm.

Right now however, the weather was great. You felt a warm breeze on your face and the sun was out, no clouds in sight.

You huffed and let your body fall back into the sand, closing your eyes. About five seconds later, everything came back like a flash, and you scrambled to your feet.

With wide eyes you looked around, then to the bird, then to the open sea to your left and a jungle to your right and back to the bird. It still stared at you, and it almost seemed like it was judging you.

"Hold on...", you mumbled.

Your brain connected the dots by itself. The scenario that played in your head was a little blurry, but you faintly remembered the bird jumping around on your chest.

The memories came back clearer the longer you thought about it, and you looked at the bird.

"So, you waddled around on my body and then I gained consciousness", you concluded and then lowered your voice so only you could hear, "did a bird just give me CPR? That's a first."

"CAW!", it shrieked again, sounding offended.

"I'm... sorry?", you uttered quickly.

The boat must've hit me pretty hard, I'm talking to a fucking bird!

You wiped a few damp strands of hair out of your face and dusted your clothes. You looked to your left and saw your bag still intact. You picked it up and to your delight, everything was still in there, just wet. The dried foods were ruined, but the travel medicine you packed was fine.

"Caw", the bird said, now sounding tamer.

With its head, it motioned you to follow. You raised your brows.

"I'm not sure if you're trustworthy to be honest... You're a bird", you questioned. If you were to follow some weird, big bird that seemed to understand human language then you wanted to know what it was up to.

"CAWW! CAW CAW!"

"Why am I even asking..."

The bird gave you a very nasty look. You raised your brows higher.

"Fine. But I'll keep an eye on you."

You figured it was better to follow... something, rather than wandering off into the jungle on your own. Since most of your food was ruined you had to find something anyways. Maybe there would even be actual people on the island somewhere.

Through stupid decisions and bad luck, you had created a new problem: How would you get off this piece of land if not with the help of other people?

"Caw", the bird said and tapped one of its feet impatiently.

"Coming...", you mumbled, "might as well try trusting you since you apparently saved my life."

Together you made your way through the jungle. It seemed very quiet and not really that dangerous. You saw a few smaller (more normal) birds, fuzzy rodents that climbed up the trees and something that resembled a deer. Nothing with sharp teeth or claws came your way.

You didn't even have to climb gigantic roots or watch your step to avoid falling, the narrow path you were following looked like it was there on purpose, clearly a sign of someone inhabiting the island.

The only thing hindering you was your headache, you weren't able to move too hastily. The bird stopped every few metres to wait for you. If the people of the island - if there were any - weren't friendly you would need to run, so you decided to dry swallow one of the pain killers you had in your bag.

Dry was spot on. You were so thirsty...

"Are the people here friendly?", you asked the bird and stared at him to not miss a single clue in its answer.

"Caw", it just said without turning towards you.

"I wish I spoke bird", you sighed.

After a few hundred metres you reached a clearing covered in bright green grass. At first, you spotted a little garden that looked intentional and a freshwater spring next to it.

Your mouth formed a big smile when you saw what was on the right of the clearing.

A hut! Just one, but at least something.

The little wooden building looked crazy. The roof was covered in thick metal, and you saw a lot more metal in various shapes scattered on the whole clearing. Some of them moved.

With wide eyes you watched a little robot carry a bucket of water towards the front door. It paid you no mind.

"Wow", you whispered.

The whole thing looked so uncoordinated, yet extremely practical. There was a certain flow to it, everything moved in sync until it didn't. You had a feeling that this was what Kid's workshop looks like.

The clicking sound of the front door opening snapped you back to reality. You stayed reasonably far away and waited, not letting your guard down. With one eye you kept the bird in your view, just in case.

"Ah, Cawrolin, you're back!", a deep, male voice came from behind the door and then it revealed a tall, buff man with a grey beard which was surprisingly long for the fact that he was otherwise bald.

He wore a checkered shirt paired with dirty trousers full of fresh earth and cowboy boots. He had a very warm and sympathetic smile and the only thing he was holding was a burning pipe.

"Cawrolin", you said to the bird.

"Caw", it answered.

"I see."

"And this is the young girl you told me about", he laughed while walking towards you.

Involuntarily you took a small step back, but the man didn't even notice and grabbed your hand. You were just about to shout in panic, but then he just shook it and gave you a strong pat on the shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Frewin Abram! And you?"

He still shook your hand.

"Uhm... (y/n)", you answered slowly.

"Nice to meet you (y/n)", he repeated with a friendly voice.

"I have to admit I'm very confused. I mean, a boat hit my head pretty hard but even then... Where am I and who are you?"

"Ah, sure! You have every right to be confused. Let's sit on the porch, I made fresh lemonade."

Abram seemed to be no threat, so you slowly followed the bird to the porch where she immediately sat on a chair.

With a puzzled expression you took the seat next to her. You looked around the porch. It was very cosy and the pillows on the chair were a nice change to wood and sand.

Abram came back out and put down a jug of yellow-pinkish lemonade and three glasses with ice. He put a straw in the glass in front of Cawroline.

"She doesn't talk to you a lot, have you insulted her?"

"What, sorry?", you questioned.

"Cawrolin. She's usually very talkative, but she doesn't say a word to you."

"I... I don't know? I didn't quite trust her at the beach if that's what you mean... why is this even the topic?", you asked confusedly, "she's a bird."

"CAAAW!", she shrieked into your ear, and you flinched.

"She said 'I saved your life you daft witch' or something like that", Abram translated, and you sighed.

"You speak bird?"

"Silly, of course I don't speak bird, nobody speaks bird. That's just what I would've said if I was her", the man laughed loudly.

Your face fell. But then you couldn't help chuckling about how absurd this situation was.

"Ouch", you said and sucked in air, "you have to admit though, it's just very unreal getting reanimated by a child-sized bird that obviously understands human words you know?"

"Oh, sure. But you should maybe apologise to her, she can be a little resentful if you're not polite to her."

Hesitantly, you turned towards Cawrolin. Apologise to a bird... You swallowed.

"I'm..."

She looked at you like she was awaiting your apology, so you decided to give it a shot and hold a conversation with your feathery life saver.

"I'm very sorry for insulting and not trusting you Cawrolin. I was just really, really overwhelmed."

"Caw", she answered softly, before taking a sip of lemonade through the straw.

How even...?

"See, now she's happy", Abram laughed.

"Mr Abram", you started, but he interrupted you.

"Frewin please."

"Okay, Frewin. You said a few minutes ago that Cawrolin told you about me. What happened?"

"See, Cawrolin came home from gathering fruit. She lives in my yard and is my best friend. I'm the only human on this island so I was worried when she told me that she found an unconscious girl at the beach. I was sure you might need help, so I asked her to save you and bring you here."

"I thought you didn't speak bird."

"She's a great pantomime."

You nodded and decided to stop asking questions about Cawrolin. You practically inhaled the sugary lemonade while he kept talking. It was so tasty and exactly what your body needed.

"She knows about first aid and medical stuff because I taught her. I figured quickly that she is very intelligent and I'm an old man all alone. I'm working on my house a lot and when I get injured, I need her to help me."

"I must say that's really something. I was wondering about the house anyways, what are all these metallic installations?"

"I'm an inventor! I come up with things that are useful in daily life. Also, having some robots roaming around makes me feel less alone."

You took a closer look at Frewin. He looked so nice and content at first glance, but now you could tell that he was desperate for human interaction. Under his wrinkled forehead and bushy brows there was a hint of sadness in his eyes every time he mentioned being alone.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but why are you alone here? You could go somewhere else."

He frowned, "I can't."

You nodded. You wouldn't keep asking him uncomfortable questions.

"You'll hate me if I tell you", he added, and you suppressed a huff. Cawrolin let out a soft, sympathetic caw.

"Actually, I have seen and experienced so many strange things in the last months that I never expected to happen in my life, which absolutely shook my world to the core, so I think few things can surprise me at this point."

"What do you mean?", he questioned.

Could you trust him with your life story? You didn't know who he was after all.

"Let's just say my moral compass changed after learning new things about our world and myself. How did you end up here?", you quickly changed the topic back to him.

"The ship I was on crashed. Did yours crash too?"

You narrowed your eyes.

"Yes", you said hesitantly, "why were you on a ship?"

"I travelled with my friends", he smiled, but it was a bitter smile, "why were you on a ship?"

"Travelling with friends."

You thought about them for the first time since you had left. A tug in your heart painfully reminded you who you left behind and how they must feel. They surely found out by now, Kid should be awake too.

"You look sad", Frewin said, interrupting your thoughts.

"So do you."

What an odd situation. It was a back and forth between the two of you, asking questions about each other’s origins and motives. Although you didn't really get anything out of him, it felt comfortable talking to him. He was so easy going and seemed honest. Meanwhile, Cawrolin sipped on another glass of lemonade.

It didn't bother you that he wasn't revealing details because you didn't either. You came up with a different approach.

"Were you always an inventor?"

"Yes! My mother had an accident when I was young, she couldn't move her legs anymore, so I built a machine that helped her walk. Bless her."

"That's sweet", you smiled and decided to tell him something about yourself in return.

"I self-studied medicine. I had to do it all myself because my parents didn't want me to be a doctor."

"And are you a doctor now?"

You smiled meekly thinking about your deal with Kid and nodded, "kind of."

"What do your parents think of that? I bet they're proud even though they didn't want it!"

Your smile turned sour, and your eyes wandered to the floor below.

"They are d-...", you paused, rethinking your choice of words, "they passed."

Frewin observed you with soft eyes. Still, the silence was annoying.

"Who did it?", the man asked.

It took you a second to realise that he was asking you a question.

"How do you know someone else did it?"

"It's written all over your face", he said quietly.

You hesitated because you didn't know how much you could trust him. Telling him who killed your parents probably didn't reveal too much, so you cleared your throat to answer.

"A pirate", was all you said.

"That's horrible. Do you hate pirates?"

"Mh", you pondered, "if you're asking me now... I hate my parents’ murderer. But other than that... Not really. Do you find that strange? Pirates are meant to be hated, aren't they?"

Frewin shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. It's not like I know any pirates", you added, but it sounded a little suspicious.

"Pirates hurt people."

"So do others. Even people who are supposed to protect", you said and thought about Deku, Charlos and your brother. The latter you were unsure about. You knew he loved you, but Kid was right. The situation with Jeany was fishy.

"Wait here. I'll show you something", Frewin said and walked into the house.

He came back outside with a folded piece of paper. He carefully unfolded it and placed it on the table in front of you.

Your eyes scanned what was obviously a wanted poster with a big picture of Frewins much younger face.

W A N T E D

Dead Or Alive

Silver Serpents Master Gunner Frewin Abrams

193,000,000 B

"Wow, okay", was all you said while looking at his picture, "is that why you can't leave?"

He nodded, "I'm a pirate."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"I guess I stranded on the right island then. I don't have mine on me, but I'd say we're both wanted."

"You!?", he boomed, also erupting into laughter, "how much?"

"200 million Bellies", you lied, leaving out a zero.

Sure, Frewin was apparently a wanted pirate too, but for now he wouldn't need to know that the World Government was looking for you. Nobody could assure you that the insanely high bounty would never tempt any pirate to throw their morals overboard.

"More than me, my pride is actually hurt", Frewin said jokingly, "you must have had a pretty long, impressive career!"

You smiled meekly.

"Who are you associated with?"

It took you a few seconds to think about your answer. How long has he been living on the island all alone? The wanted poster looked old. Does he get the newspaper here? Probably not, he would have seen your wanted poster. So he most likely didn't even know the Kid Pirates.

"My captain is Eustass Kid..."

My captain. The words rang in your ears. Was he really your captain anymore after you left without a word?

Frewin blinked slowly. If he knew Kid, he was very good at hiding it.

"No, I don't know him. It's hard to keep up with the news when you're hiding on an island all alone. Is he any good?"

"Good in what sense?", you chuckled, "I guess he is quite well known, he's a super rookie."

"Ah yes, that term reminds me of when I was young. People used it at the time already. So, he's famous... or even infamous."

The two of you started a fully-fledged conversation about pirates back then and now, Frewin’s story, the seas, and you even gave some insight into your story, but never telling too much. You left the Celestial Dragons out entirely.

You got to know that Frewin started inventing technical gadgets after his mother's accident. He took a liking to it and quickly became known in his town for coming up with practical little helpers. Unfortunately, his mum passed away when he was a teenager and since he didn't have anyone anymore, he agreed to join the Silver Serpents as a carpenter and inventor. He worked himself up and became their master gunner and has been ever since, although the crew doesn't exist anymore.

"They were like family, actually I would still consider them my family. Just because most of them are dead or spread all over the world, doesn't mean I'm not a Silver Serpent anymore."

The calm conversation, only interrupted by chuckles and taking sips from the lemonade was really relaxing and it made you ponder about your relationships to the Kid Pirates.

The terms friends and family fell often, and you could see parallels between Frewin's tales and yours. It was refreshing hearing actual stories from someone who had been in a somewhat similar situation as you.

You felt bad for leaving, partly because it had brought you nowhere and partly because you left a group of people behind who you could actually consider family.

"I think I disappointed my crew", you dropped.

"Why?", Frewin asked.

You roughly told him about how you left in the middle of the night to find your brother. You didn't tell him why you needed to see Tenmon, and you were glad that he didn't ask.

"I haven't seen him in so long. He does know about our parents, but he has no idea where I am and what happened to me since he left home. I really need to meet him."

"Do you know where he is?", Frewin inquired, and you nodded.

"You know that you can't just jump into a boat and go wherever you want? This is the New World after all."

"That's... Yes, that's the main problem. I made the stupid decision once, but I learned from my mistake, believe it or not."

"What if I tell you that I know a fast and efficient way to get there?"

"You do?", you asked, surprised.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

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Tenmon was physically unable to hold his leg still. Not even two days ago he had called his sister to sell her out to Charlos, sealing a horrible fate for her.

He hated himself for even trying. Luckily the connection broke off, but that would only put Charlos on hold for a short time. The World Noble would push him to try again and again, until you finally told him where you were. But so far, you didn't pick up and neither called back.

Please stay away from me and don't let me find you, he prayed secretly.

His hopes faded when suddenly, the transponder snail in front of him rang.

"I'm sorry, I'll have to get Saint Charlos", said his superior waiting in the room with him.

All of his crewmates tried to make sure to him time and time again that they felt sorry for him, and he knew that it wasn't their fault. A job was a job, especially when your boss was a short-tempered, adult-sized toddler with the fragility of a bomb.

Charlos barged into the room, sniffling under his protective helmet like he always did. Being in this dimly lit, grubby pub where they had planned to wait for you must be his worst nightmare.

Tenmon looked at the oddly shaped guy and thought that a simple flu would probably bring him to an end.

"Pick up", he barked.

And of course, the young marine followed the order.

"(y/n)?", he asked carefully, putting less effort into hiding the nervousness in his voice.

"Tenmon! I'm sorry we were cut off the last time, I dropped my snail into the water."

"Where are you sweety?"

"On an island. I don't know the name from the top of my head, but I'm with the kindest people I've ever met! Don't worry about me."

"I would love to pick you up, but I can't. I'm doing a little mission on the island where your friend lives. I know it's hard, but is there any way you can come here? If you can't I would need another two weeks to be able to pick you up."

Deep inside, he didn't want you to come. For you it shouldn't even be possible to sail around in the New World at whim. This circumstance was your only hope.

"Well, I could, but I need to speak with Jeany first."

Tenmon paused. Jeany was alive and well, but admittedly tied up in a locked room. When the marines had arrived it only took her a few minutes to see right through them. At least his captain had been able to convince Charlos to let her live after he said he needed another wife anyways.

As of now, two very innocent lives were practically ruined.

The superior quickly whispered something into Charlos ear.

"Ah, I'm sorry, she's asleep so-", Tenmon started, but he was interrupted by Charlos frantically waving his hand, looking even more annoyed than usual.

"Wait (y/n), let me just check", he said before pressing the microphone into his shirt.

"She will suspect something if her friend is not available. Tell her she is awake. You in the corner, make sure the new toy knows what happens to her when she messes up!"

His superior nodded and left Tenmon in the room with Charlos and he suppressed the urge to slit his own throat to stop all this madness. But then he would be done for, and they still wouldn't stop looking for you.

Tenmon could feel his eyes boring into the back of his skull. Every fibre of his body hated being close to that guy. He choked down the rage he felt when thinking about how you had to be his wife, even if it had barely been a week.

When his superior came back, he followed Charlos to the storage room where Jeany was held. He pushed the marine inside and before slamming the door, he complained about the air in the room being even worse than anywhere else.

Tenmon was relieved. He would definitely be listening, but he was unable to see them through the thick, wooden door. This was a chance he had to use.

Warn her, but be careful, he mouthed towards Jeany. She was witty, she would figure something out.

"I will give the snail to Jeany", he told you over the phone and then handed it to the girl next to him.

"(y/n)! It's so good to hear from you!"

"Hey Jeany! What's up, everything okay over there?"

"Yes, the usual. Your brother is really cute by the way, you didn't even tell me that! He's a little nervous though, probably because of the surroundings, you know? This is no ordinary pub after all. It's truly a new experience every day."

"Oh my god, tell me about it. Any news?"

"My armchair really is needing extra stitches. It broke last week when a stupid drunk fell over it."

"What?"

Tenmon could hear your initial confusion through the speaker.

"My armchair really is needing extra stitches", Jeany repeated.

"I see. Maybe Tenmon can help you with that. He needs to do something physical, otherwise he will get on your nerves quickly. But one thing is even more important. Can he also relax loads or sleep?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Good, thank you for taking good care of him. Take care of yourself too."

"I will. Thank you for being my friend, (y/n)."

"No, thank you. I'll be there soon."

Tenmon took the transponder snail back and sighed in desperation.

"So, you're really coming? How?"

"Don't worry about it, the people here have an idea, okay? Don't worry. I love you."

It clicked. You had hung up, and Tenmon could only stare at the now silent snail in his hands.

Why couldn't you just stay away?

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PLEASE BOOST AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!!!

hi everyone, i’m very angry and annoyed as i’m typing this right now. it’s recently come to my attention from @zoro-kun that someone has stolen and copied one of my works WORD FOR WORD.

a user by the name of @avaricious-hoe has stolen my work and has posted it by using a different pairing. not only is it clearly mine, it is copied WORD FOR WORD. i gave them zero permission to copy it and i don’t even know who the hell they are. i’m asking all of you to please report this account as i’ve been informed this has not been the first time that they have stolen someone else’s content. please, be fucking creative and actually make your own content instead of STEALING from other people, thanks.

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i am absolutely disgusted and irritated that this has happened to me. as you can see, it’s clearly copied. i also want to warn anyone who is a one piece writer that you should be wary of this person. PLEASE BLOCK AND REPORT THANK YOU!!

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Idk if ur still active cause in still confused how tumblr works but ur so underrated 😭 I love your Deceivers series. Your writing is immaculate, I love how u wrote the tension between yn and Kidd. One of the best Kidd fanfic out there for sure!

tbh, tumblr still confuses me too, i was much better at it at 14 than now haha! thank you so so much! this really means a lot to me :(<3 such a huge compliment! also i'm semi active, i will definitely finish this story, it just takes time because ✨life✨ lol

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peachyyykid · 1 year

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Deceivers Ch. 20 - Siblings

Word Count: 2754

Chapter 19 - Revenge II (nsfw)

Chapter 21 - Hope

Finally, after all the hassle you were able to relax due to some really uneventful days. Kid either fucked your brains out or stayed in his workshop. It was so weird, there hasn't even been a single ship nor island in sight for a week, except a tiny pirate ship that was finished with pretty quickly.

Until one morning, when the transponder snail that Jeany gave you rang.

You jumped up from the chair on deck you had been sitting on, supressing the slight guilt that you didn't call her first, when you answered hastily.

"Jeany!", you cheered.

"(y/n)?", someone whispered into the microphone. It was a man's voice, but it sounded hushed and distorted.

"Who is this? Where is Jeany? Why do you have her snail?"

You started feeling uneasy.

"It's me sweety, it's Tenmon."

No.

"No, no, no way, there's no... how? What?", you stammered.

"Oh god, you're alive! I was so worried!"

Your aggravated tone a few seconds earlier had alarmed some of the guys, and they gathered around you to listen.

"Tenmon, how... why?"

Tears started spilling from the corners of your eyes. It was really your brother on the other side of the line, he found you. He fucking found you.

"I'll explain everything when we see each other!"

"Is... is Jeany there too?", you sobbed.

"She's asleep, but we can't talk this through via the snail, ok sweety? Mother and father...-"

"I know", you choked out, "where... oh god, where are you?"

Everyone was around you now and they exchanged glances that you couldn't see through the tears. They all agreed with each other in silence: Something was fishy. Killer could physically feel it in his stomach, while you were too worked up to notice the small details.

"I'm in that pub where your friend works", your brother explained.

"How did this happen in the first place?", Flipper whispered into Killer's ear, and the blonde shook his head.

"Not in a proper way."

Kid was there too. He stood on the gallery with his arms crossed, veins threatening to pop out of his forehead. He noticed the uneasy feeling in his stomach too, and he was angry that you couldn't tell what was going on.

Killer retreated into the crowd that had gathered around you and jumped up to the gallery with a swift movement, landing next to the captain.

"It's bad. It really seems to be her brother. She's out of her mind Kid, can't think straight. What do you wanna do?"

The redhead sighed and drew his brows together. He really started liking you, so he took the next decision with a heavy heart. He had to do damage control, for everyone's safety including your own.

"I'll come see you! I'm with the Ki-"

A crash ripped through the air and your eyes widened in horror as you looked at the destroyed transponder snail in front of you.

You were still holding the microphone, unable to process what just happened. Your hand was shaking, and the happy tears became sour. You choked on them, and bile blocked your throat.

Kid's fist was covered in small pieces of something that was once the house of a snail and he looked at you sternly, brows drawn together.

"Why... Why the fuck did you do that!", you whisper-yelled.

With the microphone still in your hand you stormed towards him, your fists hitting his hard chest over and over again until it was you who was hurting, mentally and physically. He let it happen without a word, and through the stream of tears you were unable to tell how his eyes softened in pity.

He gently took both of your hands in one of his when you stopped hitting him and wiped away the tears with the other.

"I only have him left", you sobbed into his coat.

The crew was silent. They liked you, and seeing you hurt like this after all you went through made them sad. But everyone knew that their Captain did the right thing.

Kid cupped your face and made you look at him.

"You wanted to tell him where you are", he said sternly.

"Of fucking course! I need to see him, and you know why and how important this is to me!", you managed to get out.

You avoided Kid's gaze. He was mad, but he tried telling himself that your mind was too clouded to see possible consequences.

"Look at me", he commanded, and you listened, looking back at him.

"He's a marine. Controlled by the government. Charlos is looking for you. Charlos, a part of the government. We're pirates. Sworn enemies. And where is Jeany? Asleep? Bullshit, she wouldn't miss out on your brother contacting you, right? Think this through."

You knew that Kid would never willingly pass on an opportunity to fight and let loose, but he let Killer have a say in this matter and the world nobles weren't an opponent they wanted to face at the moment. Not yet.

You did your best to regain composure and paused.

God, I hate you being right.

You nodded slowly, and you were able to stop crying.

Of course, he was right, it was too dangerous for Tenmon to come to you. It was too dangerous. Too dangerous.

"Okay", you said meekly.

No, Tenmon couldn't come to see you.

This night, before you went into the bedroom, you stopped by the infirmary. You rummaged through the drawers and took out two vials of clear liquid.

Then you went into the empty kitchen and to get an apple and a glass of water. After checking that nobody was close to the kitchen, you took out a syringe with the clear liquid from the infirmary, pushing the needle past the hard skin of the apple. As quietly as possible, you left the kitchen and climbed up the crow's nest, where Jonah was on night watch duty.

"Hey Jonah", you smiled at him after peeking through the door.

"Yo, (y/n), feel better?"

"Yeah, kind of. I brought you a snack, I saw that you didn't get this much dinner tonight."

"Thanks to goddamn Mammo. I'm glad he can eat properly again though", Jonah laughed, "thank you! I love apples."

"No problem. I'm heading to bed. Good night and take care, Jonah."

You felt overly guilty while climbing down the ladder, but you did what was necessary. You carefully stepped over the deck and past the other rooms, to go to bed.

The next step of the plan could get you into even more trouble, and you felt immense guilt this time, especially after making a promise to Kid a week ago.

He was nearly asleep when you crawled into bed with him. Absentmindedly, he pulled you into a hug without being able to tell that you held another syringe in your hand, filled with enough liquid to send a bear to sleep.

You hated that you had to do this now. With no second thought you would have done it when you first arrived on the ship, but now? You gained their trust and they gained yours in return, Kid finally opened up to you and now you lay in his big arms, warmth spreading through your body.

Why did it have to be now?

If you left right now, there was a possibility that you would never see any of the Kid Pirates again. At this point in your journey, that thought bothered you to too much to push it back into the last dusty corner of your brain.

Fuck it.

"I love you", you choked out.

You didn't know if you wanted him to hear or not. He didn't react visibly, he just pulled you closer into his chest.

With a heavy sigh that you failed to supress, you snuck your arms around his neck, positioning the tip of the syringe below his ear. You pushed down the plunger and the liquid quickly did its job, leaving Kid no time to react.

"Please forgive me", you whispered into his ear with a weak voice, a single teardrop running down your cheek.

You held his still body for at least twenty more minutes before you slowly got up, looking at his tousled red hair and soft features for - maybe - the last time.

Invisible strings moved your body towards the desk, and you got out a piece of paper and a pen.

I'm so sorry. I know you wouldn't have let me go. I'm doing what I must. Please forgive me, all of you. Thank you for everything. Never change. I love the fucking lot of you.

Your heart felt so heavy in your chest that moving forward became harder. With one last look back, you slipped through the door, closing it quietly although Kid wouldn't wake up for the next twelve hours anyways.

Kid didn't wake up like usual, it was Killer continuously slapping him in the face.

"What the fuck are you doing?", he slurred, but as he wanted to lift his body up, a sharp pain struck his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?", Killer asked back, "you've been asleep for like fourteen hours."

That sounded about right, because Kid felt horrible, like he had a massive hangover. But he surely would remember if there had been a banquet the night before.

"My head...", he groaned, annoyed at the pain.

"I'm probably gonna make it worse, but...", Killer started.

He held a folded paper in his hand. It looked a little crumpled, as if a lot of hands have opened and closed it again and again.

You not being in the bed wasn't entirely unusual, but now a slight feeling of dread spread in his chest.

"It’s (y/n) isn't it", he said, more a statement than a question.

Without a word, Killer handed him the paper and he scanned it over and over again, his face stone cold.

I'm so sorry. I know you wouldn't have let me go. I'm doing what I must. Please forgive me, all of you. Thank you for everything. Never change. I love the fucking lot of you.

His expression was frozen, but his insides weren't.

"A lifeboat, a week's worth of supplies, some maps, the broken snail and a spare log pose are missing", Killer explained, "and the others are pretty bummed."

The promise he made you give him that evening in the kitchen rang in his ears and he scoffed.

"No Captain", he recited quietly.

He felt an array of different things. Mostly anger and fear, worry, regret... Anger because you broke your promise and left, fear because God knows what could happen to you, worry because he didn't know if you could even make use of the maps and the log pose, regret because he hadn't offered to find your brother for you.

Suddenly he realised that he had offered to find your brother for you, in return he made you stay on the ship as a doctor. And now he had let you down and as a result you were out in the open sea on your own, in a piece of wood that was barely a ship. If the unpredictable sea didn't get you first, you would sail right into Charlos' open arms.

Kid knew that both of you broke a promise, but two wrongs don't make a right.

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Leaving the Victoria Punk as hastily as you did had been a bad idea. Actually, it had been a fucking stupid idea. You didn't even put an ounce of planning into this manoeuvre.

It was a miracle that you were still alive.

The stuff you took with you had seemed to be reasonable equipment - in theory. But now that you spend a few hours on sea, you realised that you couldn't make any use of the items except the food supplies.

Your only knowledge about the log pose and maps came from watching over the navigator's shoulder from time to time. It always looked so easy when he did it!

"We're the New World, we don't do normal fucking compasses!", you snarled in a mocking tone.

The plan of going to the island where you reunited with Jeany was long overboard, literally, and for now your only priority was to get to any piece of land, no matter how tiny or dangerous it would be.

"What a load of shit", you yelled while trying to row the boat.

The sea had been relatively calm so far, but the smaller waves were as unpredictable as a storm.

They rocked your boat back and forth and left and right, never in the direction you wanted to go.

"This was my worst idea so far", you whined and rubbed your face in annoyance.

Your arms hurt from roughly guiding the rudders and you wished you hadn't left the Kid pirates. You should have asked Kid for help, after all he had promised you to find your brother that one night.

You tried telling yourself that he would've said no, but your gut kept telling you that you would have managed to convince him eventually.

"Focus (y/n), you need to get out of here!"

You slapped yourself in the face with one hand.

"If I don't find Tenmon, the marines will find me", you repeated again and again, like a mantra.

With great concentration you tried to figure out the log pose, your eyes squinted to shut out the bright light from the sun.

The needle jumped around and with a puzzled expression you wondered if it was supposed to do that. With a map at the ready you moved the more annoying version of a compass back and forth, until the needle went steadier and steadier, until it finally stopped.

"Good lord!", you cheered.

While you were concentrated on the log pose, you didn't notice the sun being covered by thick, almost pitch-black clouds that swallowed every ray of light.

The first drop of rain fell on your nose and hauled you back to the harsh reality of the open sea.

"Okay..."

Very carefully you observed the wild clouds that looked like an avalanche, rolling over each other in a threatening manner.

"Maybe it's just a bit of rain...", you whispered to yourself.

You flinched when a quiet thunder rumbled in the distance.

"I'm lying to myself. Great."

The log pose seemed unimportant suddenly, you just wanted to escape the obvious thunderstorm that could come closer and closer by the minute.

"Screw the course!", you yelled and grabbed the rudders tighter, putting all of your arm strength into rowing.

To your shock, every attempt was futile. The waves were getting higher and rougher, and the wind picked up in no time.

Hastily, you grabbed the log pose, the food and the broken transponder snail and pushed them into your bag, which you then tied around your stomach.

Despite your best effort to stay calm, your heartrate shot up and you got scared. There was no way you could out-row the storm that was brewing above your head.

"Why why why did I leave the ship", you mumbled frantically.

The weather worsened even further. Water droplets from the crashing waves hit your face, mixing on your skin with raindrops from the sky that were pushed sideways by a strong, cold wind. Another thunder growled in the distance, but closer than the last one.

"Maybe you don't exist, but please help me if you're up there", you whined towards the sky.

A particularly harsh wave hit the side of the boat and you yelped, accidentally dropping one of the rudders.

"No!"

It was too late, the water left you no time getting it back. Lighting crashed in the sky, shortly illuminating the piece of equipment that you lost, before it was swallowed by the pitch-black sea. You quickly decided to focus on at least keeping the other rudder.

You wondered how you could end up like this, what went through your mind when you thought you could travel the New World in a shitty excuse of a ship, alone, without any experience.

The thought of finally finding your brother had absolutely blinded you and the fear of being swallowed by the sea pulled you back into reality, although it was too late. Too late to go back, too late for the Kid pirates to save you (if Kid even wanted to) and too late to regret.

Oh, how you regretted.

You tried everything to keep steady, because at this point it was all you could do. Rowing was useless and it slowly dawned you that this could be your end.

Small tears formed in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, alongside the rain and salty sea water.

Sobbing, you gripped the sides of the boat tightly and it seemed fine for a few seconds, but then another wave crashed and with a scream that was swallowed by the storm, you were flipped upside down.

The last thing you saw was the wooden boat falling towards you. Suddenly, everything went dark.

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wake up babes i'm back xx

I kind of regularly (almost) updated Deceivers on wattpad and ao3 and one day I woke up from a nap and was like "wait, didn't I post on tumblr too?" and yeah, I obviously did. That's why I just uploaded a bunch of chapters at the same time, I hope you like them <3 I missed writing so much so I'm very happy to be back :)

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Deceivers Ch. 19 - Revenge II (nsfw)

Word Count: 2745

Chapter 18 - Patches

Chapter 20 - Siblings

Disclaimer!

cw: mentions of violence

cp (content promise, yeah I made that up): y/n finally goes somewhat unhinged?

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You stood still as if turned to stone, your eyes fixated on the man in front of you.

He looked wildly different than at your first encounter. His appearance hadn't changed, he still looked grubby and unkempt, the stench was still the same, but his demeanour was that of a beaten man. He looked like a lost puppy rather than a pirate, cowering in Killer's shadow.

You didn't really know what to feel. Your brain and heart had a back and forth about how to handle the situation.

On one hand, you wanted to jump him, hurt him like he had hurt you, kill him for what he did, but on the other hand you were still scared of him, and violence has never been that much of an option for you.

You didn't realise Kid standing right behind you, so in your confused state you took a step back and bumped into his chest.

''Should've waited.''

You didn't show any reaction, for one your brain was foggy and also, he pissed you off.

You balled your fists just to relax them again.

The fog in your brain and the inability to move or take any kind of action became more and more unbearable by the second.

''Say something'', you whispered in defeat, just loud enough for the pirate to hear.

There was nothing in particular you expected him to say. Maybe he would apologise? Unlikely. You hoped that whatever came out of his mouth would make your decision what to do easier, although you didn't yet know how that was supposed to work.

He didn't open his mouth, so Flipper roughly nudged his head with the barrel of his pistol, spinning the cylinder.

''I just...''

You looked at him with disgust. He had such a big mouth while he took everything away that you loved and cherished, and now he couldn't even form a sentence.

''I was just doing my job man!'', he burst out.

''Your job?'', you scoffed. Sadness and confusion were replaced with sheer anger.

''The job my ex-fiancé gave you was to abduct me, just that. Isn't that so?''

He nodded.

''So it was your decision to murder the village people and my family.''

This time he didn't react.

''I still hear them screaming for help, you know? I still hear children screaming for their mothers and I see parents crouching over their babies to protect them from your armed men although they know it's useless. It was your decision to burn down houses while people were sleeping in them. Nothing was sacred to you. It was your decision to kill my parents and our staff, my friends, people I have known since I was born. I didn't get to say goodbye and then you took me. My life has spiralled downwards since that day and just when it slowly gets better you dare to sit here and tell me that you just did your job. As if you didn't choose that job yourself, as if you didn't choose the life you're living by yourself. As if you didn't choose to behead and slay people, children as well, by yourself. You have the fucking audacity to sit there and look miserable when it's all your fault. Everything is your fault and you know it. But you'll never know how it is to lose important aspects of your life, you'll never know how the things haunt me. You think brute strength and power bring you further in life. You're a disgusting, vile man that deserves nothing and everything that the future will bring to you. I know that you created a version of me in your head the second you laid your eyes on me, a weak, little spoiled brat to use and belittle, but that part of me died on your pathetic little ship. You killed my innocence and it's irreplaceable. You killed my childhood and every good memory I have is laced with bitterness. I will never forgive you for that. All that people adored me for is gone, everything that made me me is gone. Guilt is eating me up from the inside every fucking day and my heart darkened so much that I don't recognise myself anymore. You know what's funny though? You killing that part of me will be your end.''

He seemed to listen, but he didn't even look you in the face.

''It's my turn to make decisions now.''

He didn't deserve your words of pity, but once you started you couldn't stop. Throughout the whole monologue, you managed to seem calm and collected, but inside of you there was burning a painful fire.

It infuriated you that he showed no reaction whatsoever. He had such a big mouth a few months ago but now he showed how weak he truly was, and it gave you a sense of clarity.

As if you were attached to strings, your arm moved down your thigh to the holster with the knives that Kid gave you.

You wondered if killing him yourself would ease your pain. There was no doubt in your mind and heart that he needed to be off the face of this earth, as painful and slowly as possible, but could you bring it over yourself?

As a doctor you were supposed to save lives, not destroy them.

Minutes passed and the ship was dead silent. Your monologue had struck a few, like Flipper, who looked broken and angry at the same time. The pistol in his hand was still aimed at the man on the floor, but his hand was shaking.

Even Kid was quiet.

After a few more minutes the fog in your head cleared. You took a deep, shaky breath and let go of your holster.

''You killed the old me but I'm stronger than you ever will be. You have no control over what I do.''

You could see how the big man in front of you let out a relieved sigh. His shoulders fell and he even dared to wipe his sweaty forehead although multiple weapons were still aimed at him.

Funny, you thought, getting down to his eyelevel with a hint of confidence.

''You will suffer for fucking eternity.''

With that promise you left them all standing on the deck, walking past a bright red Kid and through the door.

Just like the air rushing around you, your feelings overwhelmed you once again. Facing the man who destroyed your life was harder than it may have seemed and although letting it all out in front of him felt somewhat good, an immense pain spread in your entire body.

Guilt, regret, doubt, and sadness paralysed your limbs and it felt as if your heart was in an iron grip, struggling to get out by beating harder and harder.

You walked slower with every meter because it became physically hard to do so, your legs feeling heavy and your knees wobbling.

Just so, you made it through the bedroom door, closing it with your body.

The room was spinning and now that you were alone it hit you like a train. Several weeks of agonising pain and pity forced you to the ground once again and you wailed and screamed into your hands, muffling the noise so that nobody could hear.

You barely perked your ears when you heard commotion on deck. To your surprise you felt nothing at the sound of the pirate suddenly screaming in pain and crying for the others to stop. He wanted them to let him go because you said he could, but he couldn't stop the crew's rage and how they worked each other up.

Sloshing sounds carried through the air, followed by bloodcurdling screams. Whatever they did to him sounded horrible, but for some reason you didn't feel anything. You had expected some remorse or guilt, and if it wasn't that you had been sure to feel relief and peace, but there was just nothing.

Your pain didn't stop.

Even the most gruesome destiny coming for your perpetrator couldn't help you grief. Not when he screamed but neither when the noises died down and you couldn't hear him anymore.

Soon your head hurt from the crying and the struggle to breathe, until you kind of calmed down. At least you avoided a dreading panic attack.

You had cried for what felt like hours over all you had lost, your home, your parents, and finally the entirety of yourself. No screaming anymore, just lying on the floor lifeless with tears puddling under your face, moistening the wood.

Eventually you slowly stood up from the floor, just to let yourself fall onto the chair. You played around with your diary aimlessly because you didn't know if you should write in it or not. Actually, there was nothing at the moment that you really wanted to do except pity yourself.

Minutes of sitting around passed, and nobody checked on you. You didn't know if you should be glad about that or not.

You took a few deep breaths and decided that you could make an appearance on deck as opposed to expecting other people to come to you first. If you had witnessed a scene like that you would definitely not know how to handle the person afterwards, also they were pirates after all.

First you peeked through the bedroom door and then through the door to the deck. The crew was doing their normal pirate business as if nothing happened. The only thing that maybe reminded of the stuff they did earlier was a cabin boy mopping the wooden floor.

Flipper waved at you from the crow's nest, ''yo, go to the kitchen, Killer made dinner!''

You waved back and forced a smile before following Flipper's advice.

The kitchen smelled of bacon and you realised that you probably were hungry. Killer had already left, but then you spotted Kid sitting at the table and suddenly you forgot how to act.

Besides the usual tugging in your stomach that you felt whenever you laid eyes on him, there was a different kind of tug when you realised that his arms were full of half dried blood, covering each centimetre of skin up to his biceps in crimson red.

''T-Thank you'', were the only words coming out of your mouth.

''No need'', Kid said while staring right into your face.

You couldn't decipher the look in his eyes – as usual – but it still felt different this time. In a negative way.

He was holding a glass of rum, lightly shaking it with his fingers, leaving bloody prints all over the otherwise stainless dish.

''What do you think of being here, (y/n)?'', he asked in a dark tone.

''What do you mean?'', you answered slightly puzzled.

''Do you regret being here?''

''What'', you just said, ''I can't follow.''

Suddenly he stood up, closing the gap between you and grabbing your chin with his free hand, smearing blood all over your cheeks.

His eyes shot daggers at you, but you knew him quite well enough to withstand him and not leash out.

''Let me rephrase then. You seem to hate your new life, so why are you still here?'', he spat.

It was the situation you least expected it to happen, but you laughed. Not because you thought it was funny, but because you couldn't believe how ridiculous and unreasonable he sounded.

''So how I understand; You finally get the chance to learn what happened to me and how I feel and this in the info you're getting from it?'', you spat back, disregarding his strong hand on your jaw.

''You-''

''I'm not finished!'', you said through gritted teeth, ''you piss me off so much, you know that? In case you didn't pay attention, when was the last time you heard me say that I wanted to leave? Exactly, that was weeks ago! I didn't try to flee, I didn't even think about it. I had several opportunities.''

You swatted his hand away, leaving him perplexed.

''Just because I'm sad about what happened to me doesn't mean that I can't get used to a new life or that I don't like it here. Being here helped me for some weird and probably unhealthy reason so don't stand there and blame me for something that's not true.''

As usual, you turned around to run off and go anywhere else, but this time you were swung around and with a thud, you found yourself pressed against Kid's muscular chest.

One hand held the small of your back and the other was entangled in your hair, forcing your head back so he could kiss you. Rationally thinking, it should creep you out majorly that his arms were still full of blood and how he had already covered your cheeks in it, but it didn't.

This was his fucked up proof that he cared for you and you were ready to embrace it.

''You're a psycho'', you breathed out between open mouthed kisses while he pushed you backwards against the kitchen counters.

He grabbed your hips with both hands and turned you around, pressing your pelvis against the counter. He moved quickly, placing one hand back on your jaw to hold you still while kissing your neck with rough lips, down to your shoulder.

''So?'', he whispered into your ear between kisses.

Your skin felt cold where he had left a wet trail of kisses and there was another tug in your stomach again, a positive one, so you let your body relax and decided to let his touch guide you.

You could hear and feel how he swiftly removed his trousers before pulling down yours, along with your pants, never letting go of your neck.

Kid wasted no time and put two of his bloody fingers inside you, immediately spreading them apart, causing you to moan slightly. He worked them inside your pussy until he felt like you were ready.

He wanted to feel you clenching around his dick right now, so he stroked it a few times before pushing past your entrance, smirking at you moaning about his size just like you always did.

These past days it had become increasingly harder for him to not have you close to him one way or the other, so he's been longing for you more and more. At this point this would be nothing more than a quickie if he didn't pay attention.

He stopped kissing your neck to be able to concentrate on thrusting in and out, instead he pulled your hair and grabbed your boobs with the other hand. The pain in your hips from the edge of the counter mixed with the sheer pleasure of his dick stroking your walls and stretching you out in the best way possible.

''You're not leaving, am I right?'', he grunted in your ear, and you knew it wasn't a question.

''No Captain'', you moaned with a raspy voice.

''God fuck'', Kid breathed out through gritted teeth and his thrusts grew faster and faster.

He didn't let go of you, he pushed you down on the counter with his chest to be as close to you as possible. He didn't need to see how you were writhing under him to get off, your whimpering and moaning was enough.

His dick stretching you out and the hard surface of the counter pressing down on your lower stomach worked together perfectly so you soon came closer and closer to the edge.

''P-Please... don't stop'', you managed to get out.

''Why would I stop?'', Kid whispered into your ear and you mewled.

The knot in your abdomen tightened and Kid kept his promise, he kept his pace and started whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

''You're so beautiful when I fuck you.''

You basked in the fact that he gave you the first thing that resembled a compliment and with the next strokes you came on his dick, a warm feeling that you now knew spreading in your entire body, calming you like a sunny day after a long period of rain.

''Fuck'', you exclaimed while the warm feeling turned into a tingling sensation that shook your legs.

''You're mine'', Kid grunted.

You could only nod as he grabbed your face, kissing you deeply while you could feel him cumming inside of you, his dick twitching a few times before he halted. He enjoyed feeling your pussy clenching around him because he knew it was solely because of him.

You lay on the counter panting when he carefully pulled out, causing you to moan from the missing sensation inside of you.

Kid leaned back to watch his cum slowly dripping out of you and hummed in content. He left you no time to calm down, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Please stop switching up on me all the time", you mumbled into his fur coat.

The redhead took your face in his hand gingerly and studied your features.

"I will", he answered, maintaining eye contact, "and now let's wash off the blood."

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peachyyykid · 2 years

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Deceivers Ch. 18 - Patches

Word Count: 3600

Chapter 17 - Mission (nsfw)

Chapter 19 - Revenge II (nsfw)

Disclaimer!

tw: mentions of rape, derogatory terms for women, a man, a convo that gave me shivers while writing

Please read carefully if any of the above apply to you! If you want to skip this chapter you absolutely can, don't feel pressured to read something that makes you feel unwell!

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The next morning you woke up before everyone else and after looking at the sleeping man with tousled red hair next to you, unsuccessfully waiting for him to wake up, you went outside and critically looked at last night's damage. It was even worse than last time! Snoring, otherwise lifeless looking pirates, were scattered all over the deck, some with a bottle neck still at their mouths.

You shook your head and chuckled, until you remembered that you would be the one taking care of them. Mammo appeared next to you, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Thought you might need as many empty beds as possible", he yawned.

"Nah, they can stay here. Fresh air will help them better than anything else", you stated and looked him up and down, "can you walk okay?"

"Yes, I've been taking my antibiotics and vitamins like you told me to."

You nodded and then Killer joined the two of you, coming from his room.

"Morning", he grumbled and Mammo and you greeted him back.

The masked man walked up to the passed-out navigator and poked him with the tip of his boot.

"Yo."

The navigator stirred and tried to grab Killer's boot.

"Yo, we gotta check where to go next."

With an annoyed face and a "tsk", the navigator succeeded and held Killer's ankle tightly. He used his full strength to pull at it and the first mate waved his arms, but it was too late. He fell right on his ass with a thud, and Mammo and you, who still stood in the same place, burst out laughing.

You tried to hold back first, but then you couldn't anymore. Killer rubbed his coccyx and glared at you, but neither of you were able to stop laughing.

"I'm so sorry, but how can you be thrown over by a drunk crewmate like that?", you giggled.

The first mate and the navigator started bickering, making you laugh even more. When it died down, you paused for a second and thought about the moment just now.

It felt so natural and relaxed, just like any normal morning after a party, normal interactions and banter between you and the crew, as if you had known each other for ages. Like... friends.

With this really comfortable feeling, you went on with your morning.

After breakfast, you asked Killer if you could resume the training with him, and he agreed.

"We have time until we reach the next island", he said, and you grabbed the knives he handed you. The ones that Kid had given you as a present you wanted to save for a moment when you actually needed them.

Getting to do something was so much fun and time flew by. You were highly concentrated on fighting, but you didn't miss the fiery amber eyes checking you out at some point.

Kid watched you being pushed around by Killer and smirked. Every time he saw you, he noticed a new characteristic about you. Today it was how your nose scrunched up just the smallest bit when you tried to overpower Killer with sneaky movements and how you used your height to your advantage.

The captain tilted his head. He thought that there was great potential in you, not just as a doctor. Of course he would never tell you.

"Land ahoy!", the lookout called from the crow's nest, and you immediately sprinted to the railing.

You couldn't wait to see something other than water. Sailing was great and all but feeling a steady ground under your feet from time to time was a pleasant change. You also desperately wanted some new toiletries.

Kid jumped down from the galley and appeared next to you. He came to down to your eyelevel and locked his eyes with yours, brows drawn together.

"You're not going in case you're thinking that."

You gasped, "hold up, what?! Why not?!"

He bared his teeth and made an unapproving sound.

"The entire population of this world is looking for you, how about that?", he growled, "do you have a death wish?"

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"No, but I need to get some things. And if you're worried about my safety, I can disguise myself", you huffed.

"You're simply not going", Kid stated, unimpressed by your protest.

"Listen, Kid, I can take care of my-", you started, but he grabbed your chin harshly and pulled your face towards his.

"Listen, baby girl", he spat, "just because we're fucking doesn't mean you can question my orders."

You fell silent and your annoyed face turned into a frown, hurt by his words. Without taking his eyes off of you, he ordered Killer to lock you into the cabin before they would reach the island.

Killer put a hand on your shoulder, but you shook it off.

"I can walk myself", you mumbled. Then you turned towards Kid again, "you really need to make up your fucking mind."

As calm as possible, you walked yourself to the cabin. Prisoner once again, you thought bitterly. It wasn't just his choice of words that hurt you, it was the tone as well. And again, the uncertainty of what he wanted from you. It didn't make any sense.

You slammed the cabin door shut and left a dumbfounded Killer standing outside. He still decided to turn the key just in case. If you left secretly, it would be his fault and if something happened to you Kid would behead him, probably, maybe, he thought.

"Can I at least get something to drink and eat?", you asked annoyedly.

"I'll bring you something", you heard Killer faintly say through the wooden door.

While you waited you wrote a short list of things you needed. If they didn't let you come, they could at least get you some simple items.

Five minutes passed, then Killer opened the door and handed you a big plate of sandwiches and water bottles. You mumbled a quick thank you and swapped the list in your hand for the plate.

"One of you has to go shopping for me", you shrugged, trying to hide a small smirk at the thought of one of these tough, bulky men who showered like three times a week buying strawberry lemonade scented shower gel. Killer scanned the list but of course you couldn't see any reaction through his mask.

"Fine, I'll send Heat. Mammo and the recruits will stay on the ship, so just shout if you need anything."

"If Mammo stays here I should be allowed to walk around, surely?", you smiled sweetly, but Killer shook his head. Your smile faltered.

"Nope."

Before you could erupt into loud protest, Killer scurried through the door and locked it again.

"Sorry Shrimp!", he yelled while walking away.

"This makes zero sense", you groaned and let yourself fall onto the hard floor. You watched the dust dance around in the afternoon sunlight coming through the window and remembered your first encounter with the stupid redhead and his crew.

Time for another diary entry, you thought, biting down on one of the sandwiches.

Kid pushed the slight guilt he felt towards you into the last corner of his brain. He was concerned about your situation, but the main reason he had to leave you on the ship was that he wanted to enjoy some time without being worried about your safety. At least that's what he had told the others.

Before getting supplies and attending to the other annoying duties waiting for them on the island, the men wanted to check out the local pub, mainly to blow off some steam.

As soon as Kid's large frame stepped through the door, the other guests fell silent or continued speaking in hushed voices. Pleased with himself, he plopped down on a bench at one of the biggest tables in the room and put his feet up.

An older barman came towards them and stuttered something about Kid being impolite by putting his feet on the table, but it only took a stern look and bared teeth to get him running.

"Rum!", Kid yelled after him and ten seconds later the barman slammed an entire barrel of the brown liquid onto the table.

"Hey captain, what do you think (y/n) is doing right now?", Flipper teased and immediately earned a smack on the back of his head from Killer.

"Don't mention her name you dimwit", Kid growled, and Flipper looked around hectically.

Your wanted poster was actually right there, hanging on the wall behind the bar.

"We should take it down", Jonah suggested and was about to stand up, but Killer pulled him back to his seat.

"That would be stupid. If the villagers here count two and two together, they'll figure out that we know her."

Flipper, Moku, and Jonah sighed in unison.

"Oh, come on...", Killer huffed and downed a pint of rum.

The guests at the pub had come to terms with a ruthless pirate captain sitting amongst them, probably since he behaved relatively civil for once. Their conversations had gone back to normal, so Kid became irritated when they fell silent again, this time not because of him.

The door swung open, and another large man stepped into the pub. It was obvious that he was a pirate as well. He was as wide as he was tall, with black, unkempt hair covered by a holey hat with purple and green patches and a white jolly roger on it. His wide grin showed foul teeth and with heavy steps he made his way to the table next to the Kid pirates, followed by his men.

"It's Big Patch...", some of the guests mumbled, "one of us should warn our wives..."

"Eustass Kid and Big Patch, two ruthless pirates in the same room...", whispered someone else.

"Who the fuck is Big Patch?", Kid growled, unbothered to whisper, a vein popping up on his forehead.

The question was directed at Killer, because he was the one who was up to date with current events, but before the first mate could answer, Big Patch turned around to face Kid. To everyone's surprise, he smiled.

"That'd be me my pirate friend", he laughed loudly and turned his chair around.

The vein on Kid's forehead threatened to burst.

"Pirate friend?", he clarified with an unamused smirk and Big Patch replied with a nod and a burp.

"Heard a lot about ya. Impressive stuff. See, I don't like messin' with other pirates. I just wanna do my business ya know?"

He took a big swig of port wine and burped again, a foul stench making its way through the air. Kid turned up his nose and Killer knew he was close to bursting, so he kicked the captains shin under the table.

"Let's not draw too much attention", he quickly whispered, and Kid took a deep breath, struggling to hold back. Luckily, he managed.

Nobody talked to Big Patch, they all knew not to interfere too much.

"I'm the best in the business I can proudly say. Have the biggest stats and all."

"Congrats", Kid said through gritted teeth, "but I think I want to enjoy some drinking with my crew."

Big Patch burst into loud laughter, "don't be shy brother!"

"I'm not your brother", Kid spat angrily and Killer kicked him again.

"Come on, just one drink y'all, it's on me", the other pirate laughed, "I won't take no for an answer, I never do if ya know what I mean."

More laughter followed, but it was just coming from Big Patch and his crew. Jonah and Flipper looked at each other, brows raised. The barman slammed another barrel of rum onto the table and Big Patch handed Kid a pint.

"Lemme come right at ya, I'm always thinking business, always on the grind, ya know?"

Kid cringed at his words, but he tried his best to remain calm. Making a ruckus here would definitely get you in danger. Any attention was bad attention. He decided to fuck his anger away later. For now, he chose not to answer, and Big Patch just kept talking.

"Meeting you here is a great coincidence, I think you're the perfect man for me!"

Kid flinched. Flipper and the others tried to suppress a giggle.

"What... is your... business", Kid forced himself to ask. It was just a mere phrase anyways, Kid wasn't interesting in doing business with anyone, especially not with some random, smelly bastard calling himself Big anything.

"I'm trading", Big Patch said and then made a motion as if he was holding tits, adding "if you know" a little more quietly, followed by coarse laughter.

"Fucks sake", Killer groaned in a hushed tone.

Kid had his brows drawn together and he felt the heat creeping up his neck. He knew that he himself wasn't a "good human", but this was something he would never engage in. As soon as the government and the nobles were a pirate's customer and not their enemy, he lost all respect for that pirate, if he ever had any. He balled his hand into a fist under the table and closed his eyes for a second.

No fighting, for your sake.

"I don't do that kind of stuff", he growled instead.

Big Patch erupted into laughter once again. It was getting on Kid's nerves.

"Don't tell me that! You're known for committing atrocities against civilians, a little trade with a twat here and there won't make a difference. Really, you can trade as much as you want whenever you want, it's good money as well."

"At least I don't discriminate when I'm killing", Kid mumbled into his glass and Big Patch perked his ears, but Kid shrugged it off with a low growl.

"I can tell you about the products if that helps ya", the other pirate suggested, and without anyone asking him to do so, he continued.

"You can get them in any shape, size and colour, some of them are perfect for housework - or shipwork", he chuckled, "some are better just to be fucked. I prefer the weaker ones in bed, they can't defend themselves."

Laughter.

If Kid didn't have to contain himself, Big Patch's head would have long been on the other side of the room, squished into a puddle of blood and - if there was one - brain. Even as a pirate, no matter how ruthless and unjust, there were unwritten rules. Not killing children for example but also, he did not tolerate rape and he made sure that the men he surrounded himself with had the same mindset.

"I found such a great female a few months back, sweet tits and soft skin, just how I like them. Wanted to take all of her holes right then an' there, then feed my hungry men ya know, but bitch said she was a virgin. First I thought, won't be soon enough, but then I thought business", he explained, tapping his temple with his index finger.

The swords of both crews started shaking, unnoticed by anyone but Kid's own crew and Killer, who immediately knew that their captain was close to breaking out like a volcano. And he would not hold him back this time. Big Patch was oblivious to Kid's reaction, his hands balled to fists on the table, dark red cheeks, and gritted teeth.

"Couldn't believe that sweet tits never had a dick stuffed into her, imma tell ya, I'm so jealous of the bastard that bought her back in Sabaody, getting to use two tight holes and that sweet little mouth for the first time!", he laughed and looked back at his men, then back to a fuming Kid, then back to his men.

His eyes had just noticed the wanted poster behind the bar.

"Oh holy fuck, that's her!", he laughed.

The next few seconds were spent in absolute silence. Everyone stared in the direction of the bar and Kid's eyes slowly wandered to your face on the poster, then to a grinning Big Patch, who raised his brows and pointed at the poster cheerfully.

Kid released a breath he had been holding and finally Big Patch started to catch upon the other crew's strange behaviour. Bloodlust was emitting from their eyes and it was too late when he noticed that his own crew's weapons were flying towards the ceiling.

His energy shifted as well, from friendly to frightened.

"What are you so mad for?", he grinned nervously.

"I want them all dead", Kid spat and Killer nodded, his scythes at the ready.

"Consider it done", his first mate just said and with that, the others couldn't stay in their seats for longer. With no hesitation, the Kid pirates jumped the Patch pirates and the guest at the pub scattered around, screaming.

Kid didn't bother to pull out any weapon, he went after the other captain with his bare hands. He leaped over the table, but Big Patch was faster than he looked, so Kid only managed to grab his hat. He crumpled it up angrily and threw it in the face of an attacking pirate. Big Patch ran through the door, and Kid was right behind him.

"Stop running from me you fucking piece of scum", he bellowed and started collecting every piece of metal he could get his hands on.

His right arm extended and grabbed Big Patch by the collar, throwing him through the air like a leave in the wind. He had shock written all over his face, then pain when he hit the ground. He rolled around like a helpless bug and Kid stepped next to him, watching him with slightly hooded eyes.

"Stand up and fight like a man", he spat and kicked him with force.

Big Patch groaned and struggled to stand up.

"How did you make it this far in the New World?", Kid said, disgust lacing his dark voice.

He kicked him around like a toy, and the fact that he didn't try to fight back properly bored Kid unbelievably.

"You're the worst fucking pirate I've ever seen..."

Killer and the rest of the Kid pirates appeared behind them, after having finished off the Patch pirates easily. The first mate handed Kid a piece of paper, and he looked at it with disapproval.

Suddenly, he bent down to Big Patch's level and grabbed a fistful of his greasy hair. The man on the ground gasped and then Kid slammed his head into the dirty grass.

"A special permit to pass Mary Geoise for a World Government approved trading ship? A fucking permit?! Get the fuck up you coward!", Kid boomed, and Big Patch stumbled to his feet.

"Man, I'm just doing business", Big Patch panted heavily.

"You're a government dog", Kid spat.

"That's no reason to fight, just let me go and you'll never see me again!", Big Patch said, close to crying.

"I won't fight a pretend pirate and waste my energy."

Big Patch let out a relieved sigh and fell to his knees. Kid smirked and turned to Killer.

"He's coming with us. We'll take him to see the doctor."

Big Patch looked between Kid and Killer, visibly confused, but Flipper already aimed his gun at his head, motioning him to move towards the shore.

"Getting to the New World through fucking Mary Geoise and selling slaves and he's calling himself a fucking pirate, fucking piece of shit", Kid mumbled on the way back to the ship, "not even worth the dog shit under my shoes, my dead grandma's a better opponent than this fucker."

And you will suffer for what you did to (y/n), he thought with absolute rage consuming his body and mind.

Big Patch didn't even try to escape while they walked him to the ship. Kid wanted to smash his head in so badly, but the other pirate didn't show any sign of resistance or will to fight. He was weak, and the only reason he was called ruthless and managed to enter the New World and survive the seas was a government permit.

Meanwhile, you lay on the bed and played with the water bottle, bored to death. The diary entry was done quickly and now you contemplated what to do next. Taking a bath maybe? Just for the sake of doing something other than staring at the bedroom ceiling. A change of perspective. The ceiling of a different room. Spectacular.

The question became superfluous when you heard heavy footsteps and dark voices on deck. Excited, you jumped off the bed and then, on another thought, you lay back down. If Kid or Killer unlocked the door, you wanted to look absolutely unbothered.

The lock clicked. You glanced towards the door but when you saw Kid's boot peek through the opening, you looked back at the ceiling, ignoring him.

"I have a present for you", he said, standing next to the bed.

"Just because we're fucking doesn't mean you need to get me presents", you answered flatly, not even looking at him. Instead, you turned your back on him.

"Shut the fuck up", he growled.

Good, you thought, he's annoyed.

"I think you'd really want to see him though."

Now he had your attention. More than that. You perked upwards and looked him dead in the eyes. Was it possible that he found Tenmon? Who else would it be?

You whispered his name and jumped up so quickly that Kid flinched, and when he called your name, it was already too late. You ran through the door in light speed, happy tears running down your smiley cheeks.

Outside, you came to a halt, Kid right behind you. The big man in front of you, cornered between the Kid pirates, was not your brother.

While the happy tears dried on your face, you already felt your eyes blurring again. Your smile faded and bile rose up your throat. He wasn't wearing his hat anymore, but you would have recognised this face anywhere, anytime. The brown teeth and the foul stench that surrounded him. His demonic eyes, although they had more of a scared look to them today.

How could you ever forget the first pirate you ever encountered and how he destroyed your life?

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Deceivers Ch. 17 - Mission (nsfw)

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Chapter 16 - Newspaper

Chapter 18 - Patches

The banquet was great, just like the last one. It was loud and the small amount of alcohol you had been drinking soon had the desired effect.

You were jumping and dancing with the Kid Pirates, your newfound friends. Even Mammo was able to participate, without drinking of course.

Kid watched you like a hawk. On the inside he was so proud of you for drinking and laughing with his men, showing him how comfortable you were with the crew and the circumstances.

"How are we feeling about the noble lady doctor having amassed a way higher bounty than you?", Killer smirked under his mask, so only Kid could hear.

The redhead growled in disdain.

"It's fucking embarrassing but I blame this stupid Charlos guy. I have some unfinished business with this ugly scum anyways."

"Kid..."

"I know what you want to say. Don't", he commanded in a low voice, but Killer spoke anyways.

"You're not seriously implying that you would attack a world noble, right? Don't get me wrong, of course I'm in, I wanted to punch this bastard at the auction house too. But still, I'm glad that Strawhat beat me to it. The trouble isn't worth the short-lived satisfaction."

"How old are you, eighty?", Kid snorted, "what he did was unacceptable, and I will raise hell on earth if I ever meet him."

"What's more unacceptable? The bounty he put on (y/n) that's bigger than yours or what he did to her?"

Killer sounded as if he only wanted to tease Kid a little, but the captain knew that his first mate was worried that he would grow too soft because of you. He remained silent, staring at the empty bottle of rum in his hand.

He had a soft spot for you, but of course he would rather eat glass than admitting that to anyone.

The conversation the two men just held was far away from you. Your attention was with the crew members, who were all over the place. Everyone was celebrating you - you being a criminal - but it didn't matter anymore. You shouldn't have felt this comfortable in a group of drunk pirates, but you did.

Dancing made you tired and thirsty, so you plopped down on a bench with Flipper, Jonah, and the others.

"This is so much fun!", you cheered and wiped away a few strands of hair that got caught in your lashes.

"Who knew that women could be so cool", Jonah laughed, immediately earning a stern glance from you.

"Women are cool, you're just mad because you have never seen one up close", you shot back, and the other guys sucked in their breaths.

Jonah went red and looked at the floor, but you just started laughing. The two of you started bickering jokingly, while alcohol was poured en masse. You still had to get used to the taste and what it did to your body.

At first, you did a really good job knowing your limits and saying no from time to time, but it became harder with every glass you had. At this point, someone could have handed you dish soap, and you would've accepted the offer.

"God, my head hurts like hell...", you slurred, concentrating on rolling a strand of hair around your finger.

"Don't swear on heaven and hell at the same time, it's bad luck", Mammo told you, but you didn't get his sober thoughts and shrugged it off.

It wasn't the fact that your head hurt that you wanted to take a break from sitting with the guys. You desperately wanted to be with Kid right now. You were just longing for his touch and the warmth of his body.

Another by-product of your newfound drinking habits. While you still had been sober, you didn't dare speaking to him of your own accord today. It was simply because you weren't sure if he was mad at you about the bounty since he had ignored you the entire day. But now you didn't even remember why you initially avoided him tonight.

You excused yourself from the table and strutted towards the cocky redhead, who had watched you the whole time. He knew exactly what was up, and he raised a non-existent brow.

"Missed me?", he smirked, and you huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"What if?"

He pulled you onto his lap with one of his strong arms. The others at the captain's table were still there. Of course they were, but you couldn't really get used to the fact that there was always someone watching.

"What the fuck took you so long, mh?", he whispered into your ear darkly.

"I don't know", you slurred, "something about you being mad at me. I don't really remember."

You let your head fall on his chest, just to raise it again to look into his eyes, your vision blurry from the alcohol.

"Wait... are you mad at me?", you said with a shocked face.

He took in the sight of your glistening puppy eyes, so innocent and clueless. He supressed the urge to toy with you, you were drunk so you would probably start crying and he couldn't stand that.

"No."

You hummed and started stroking his bare chest with your fingers. You chuckled amusedly when he got goosebumps. He probably didn't even notice them, but it was one of the signs his body gave you to assure you that he liked you.

He looked down at your face with hooded eyes, an intense gaze lingering on your body. You shifted on his lap under his watchful eye and brushed past his dick with your ass. By accident? On purpose? Neither of you knew. He smirked like he always did, and you longed for his touch more and more.

While tiny sparks were flying between the two of you, the party was continuing behind you, with loud and coarse laughter filling the air.

At the same time in Mary Geoise, the Holy Land on top of the Red Line, nobody was in the mood for laughter.

The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the only noise being an occasional, drawn-out sniffling sound, as if a toddler with a flu was present. Nobody wanted to speak up.

A man suppressed a cough to avoid breaking the silence first, and suddenly, without any apparent reason, the sniffling toddler wailed and started hitting the table he was sitting at with his palms.

"Son, calm down, we will find your wife and then you can do with her whatever you want", Saint Rosward said.

"I want to skin her alive", Charlos answered in an annoyed tone, "and then frame the skin and hang it up in my room. Her head will be cut off and I want to put it up at our front gates."

"Don't you worry, my advisor said this marine team is the best for the job. They are really good at finding people."

"I want them to find her now!", he demanded and hit the table once again.

"They have to look first, son."

Charlos turned to the marines. He had wanted the entire fleet to look for that whore, but his father told him that the marines had other things to do as well. So, he had to be satisfied with the crew of only two ships dropping all their other tasks and duties specially to find the woman that had dared to flee from him.

He had lost two wives in that fateful night, one ran away and the other had to be punished for trying. Although it had been fun watching her being ripped apart by boars back home in Mary Geoise, it hurt him a lot. She had a great, voluptuous body after all, a great loss.

Now he only had twelve wives left, one less than his friend, and the woman, that nurse he claimed on the streets of Sabaody, had the audacity to tell him no, just because she was apparently engaged to someone else. He felt sorry for her when he shot her fiancé and then her, but she practically asked for it with her disrespectful behaviour.

Finding wife 14 - whatever her name was, his father would know since he requested the wanted poster – was the perfect opportunity to clarify who runs the world and who controls the fate of commoners. A pretty good reminder for all the other slaves in Mary Geoise, a good occasion to break their will further.

Charlos also donated a great sum to the auction house to get her, which made the situation even worse. He wanted the marines to find her, because then he wouldn't have to pay the bounty. It was peanuts for him, but solely out of spite he didn't want to give it to anyone who didn't deserve it. He imagined a commoner owning two billion bellies and shuddered. Money just wasn't for everyone...

"Excuse me, holy Saint Rosward, would you have another picture of the woman?", the captain of the marine crew asked, pulling Charlos from his thoughts, "my men haven't seen the wanted poster properly yet since we were in a hurry to get here after you called."

Rosward nodded his head and his advisor walked down the stairs that separated the world nobles from their visitors.

The marines passed the picture around, memorising the facial features of the tired looking woman. One of them stared at the photo a little too long and gulped visibly. He passed the piece of paper on to his mate with shaking hands, earning a confused look from him.

The strange interaction didn't go unnoticed. The marine captain and Saint Rosward caught up with his behaviour immediately.

"Whatever it is, contain yourself", the captain whispered in his subordinate's direction.

"Is there a problem?", Rosward barked loudly from his elevated seat, and the young marine flinched.

He shook his head rapidly, but the world noble stayed suspicious.

"Spill it or I'll shoot you!", Charlos shrieked and immediately pulled his pistol.

The marine struggled, and everyone in the room could tell. He wasn't very good at hiding it. He knew how impulsive Charlos was, and if he shot him that would just be it. If the world nobles don't get what they want, they take matters into their own hands.

The woman in the picture was his sister, who was nowhere to be found after pirates attacked his home island and killed his parents. This had been hard enough already, but now that he was seeing his younger sister on a wanted poster issued by the world nobles, everything made sense.

He wasn't only worried, he was angry and terrified as well. The woman Charlos wanted to skin alive was his baby sister, his treasure, and the only thing he had left in the world.

But what could he do?

"None of you move or you're next", Charlos sniffled and waddled down the stairs, stopping right in front of Tenmon, his pistol at the ready.

Without any warning, the world noble aimed his weapon at Tenmon's foot, and suddenly a loud banging sound ripped through the awfully quiet air.

The marine screamed in agony and bowed down to hold his foot, blood spilling out of the wound. His comrades flinched, but they weren't allowed to help him. Charlos would keep his promise, shooting them next.

He will kill me for real, Tenmon thought and tried to hold back tears.

"So?", Charlos asked, eagerly awaiting an answer.

"The woman you're looking for is my sister", he pressed out breathily, his voice broken. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks and he didn't dare to wipe them.

Regret and shame immediately hit him. He had just sold his sister to this monster to save his own skin, just because he was scared of the consequences. It was just a fleeting thought, he really wanted to regain composure, but not after Charlos showed how serious he was.

A dumbfounded look appeared on Charlos' round face, while Tenmon still pressed his hand down on his foot, the pain clouding his mind.

"Oh, my holy Charlos, this is great!", the noble yelled and jumped up and down.

Tenmon stared at the ground in defeat. It had always been the same, his entire childhood was him being scared of things while his younger sister took every matter into her own hands. He never questioned their parents, but (y/n) had a mind of her own. She had the habit of pleasing everyone around her, without abandoning her own self. When he had enough of being a scaredy cat, he decided to join the marines. He wanted to do something that would make his family proud.

Soon he learned that being a marine wasn't all that glorious. A handful of his comrades and superiors were corrupt and lusted for nothing but power, the government was full of delusional politicians who knew nothing about actual problems of the people they governed, and the world nobles were the furthest from noble one could imagine.

He never told his sister, simply because he didn't want to ruin her. She was so happy growing up with a worldview that so many people were jealous of. He always thought it was better for her to know nothing that would shake the foundation of said happiness, so she could live her life in peace.

Now there was only regret.

"If she is your sister, you know where she is", Charlos stated.

"I'm so sorry, Saint Charlos, I don't. I haven't seen her since I left home for my last deployment", the marine croaked.

"Liar liar liar!", Charlos wailed and shook his pistol.

Before Tenmon could think about being shot, his captain cut in.

"Excuse me speaking, Saint Charlos, but my lieutenant isn't lying. He came back from home for his deployment six months ago and I have since worked with him every day."

Charlos scanned both their faces, and luckily the captain was able to keep a straight expression. It wasn't a lie after all, Tenmon didn't even get to leave for his sister's wedding because the news of her disappearance reached the base a day prior to his departure.

"Fine", the noble sniffled, "then you will make sure she comes to me."

Tenmon studied the floor with furrowed brows, suppressing the urge to cry again. This was the worst scenario possible, a trap with him as bait. His sister would surely fall for it, if she was still alive.

Charlos felt great implementing a plan to catch his slave, carried out by the marine troop under his watchful eye, with the slaves' brother as a part of all of it. A wide grin was plastered all over his stupid face and he hummed a happy little tune.

Tenmon's stomach sunk more and more on the way back to their base. He had wanted to give his sister a sign, a hint, anything that would prevent her from trying to find him, but he was too scared. Charlos' eyes had never left him while he made him write a note for the newspaper. He hadn't been able to assess the situation, so there was no hint after all.

When he had told his captain, he only said "luckily you didn't pull this, Charlos is a simple minded person, but he's not stupid when it comes to getting what he wants", so now he silently sat in his hammock, regret eating him up from the inside.

Naturally, he should give up his life to save his sister, this was his duty as an older brother. But it conflicted with his duties of being a marine. Then again, his sister wasn't even a criminal by the definition of common sense. Everyone knew that, but it didn't help. Usually this would be a job like any other, he would never complain. But this was different.

Tenmon put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes to push the tears back.

Hell, it was possible that his sister wasn't even alive anymore! The dreading uncertainty was stirring in his guts, and he felt like vomiting.

"This is so fucked!", he screamed suddenly and jumped of the hammock, storming out of the room in rage.

All of this happened far away from the Victoria Punk, where the banquet was still going on. Of course you were still on Kid's lap, snuggled up against his body.

Your eyes were slowly closing occasionally, but you were woken up every time Kid laughed, his chest shaking and his loud voice filling your ears. He had spread his fur coat over your entire body as soon as you started shivering after your body cooled down from all the dancing and partying. Now it was cosy, warmth radiating both from his body and his heavy coat, making you sleepier by the minute.

His left hand was always holding a bottle of rum, but his right hand had never left your body, until now. He slowly put it under his fur and continued holding you, but not without stroking your exposed thighs.

Gently at first, but then he grew impatient. He let out a quiet growl, grabbing it harshly, earning a small yelp from you. His rough hand kept massaging your thigh and he moved upwards slowly.

You could feel his dick twitching below your hip and you gulped, because you still weren't used to this. Besides, the whole crew was still around, some of them right next to the two of you. You wondered how observant they were and if they would look away... in case Kid would try something, which you hoped he wouldn't.

It was as if you could tell the future. Your eyes shot open when his hand reached under your skirt, pulling your pants aside slowly. He took a deep breath of relief while you held yours. He wasn't actually going to... right?

But then, in one swift movement, he pulled your pants away completely and his cold fingertips connected to your clit. You suppressed a whimper and hid your face in the thick fur, so the other men at the table couldn't see you struggling.

Moku told a funny story and Kid chuckled darkly, but you were sure that it didn't have anything to do with the story but more with him teasing you right on deck, the only protection from everyone's eyes being a layer of fur.

"Don't you dare falling asleep", the redhead whispered into your ear.

Two of his fingers were playing with your clit now, alternating between slower and faster strokes. It became increasingly harder to hold back small moans, so you hoped that the loudness of the music and the laughter on deck would do the rest. You didn't answer either because you were afraid your speaking voice would tell on you. Falling asleep wasn't in the cards anymore anyways.

He put down the bottle he had been holding and encircled your head with his other hand, pulling you as close as possible, his lips barely touching your ear.

"You're doing so well, struggling to keep quiet", he purred.

The wetness started pooling under his fingers and he hummed appreciatively, moving the pad of his index finger against your entrance. You moaned into his biceps, muffling the sound as much as possible.

"This is too easy sweetheart."

With that, he pushed two fingers past your dripping entrance. Your eyes widened with pleasure, then with worry, because what if the others could hear the squelching sound that your pussy produced with his fingers moving inside of you? Or what if the fur was moving suspiciously?

With a wide smirk, he pushed his fingers even further inside and you had to gasp. There was no time to worry about your surroundings, you had to concentrate to not let out a louder moan. Whimpering was the only sound you let escape from your mouth, although his movement against your clenching walls wanted to make you scream.

Was the alcohol in your system tricking you or was the fur threatening to slip?

"If you cum I will throw the coat away", Kid whispered into your ear huskily and with a shocked expression you clawed into his chest.

"Y-you wouldn't...", you managed to press out between quiet mewls.

"You wanna try your luck?", he answered sternly.

His eyes were fixated on your face, watching you ponder if he actually meant his threat, so he pulled at the fur just enough that you hastily shook your head. You hoped that your body wouldn't betray you, because his fingers just felt so good inside of you.

"Good girl", he hummed and kissed the shell of your ear.

The hand that wasn't attached to your pussy moved away from you to grab the bottle of rum again, and he took a big swig while his fingers still worked his magic inside of you. You could feel every inch of his calloused digits against your sensitive skin.

Time went by excruciatingly slow, and Kid didn't show any signs of exhaustion, unlike you. You whimpered into the fur as quietly as humanely possible. Kid was having way too much fun doing this, you thought. On the outside, everything looked normal. He was drinking, eating, and talking to his crew, as if he wasn't fingering you right in front of them.

A third finger started rubbing your clit and another wave of pleasure washed over you. Suppressing the urge to cum was hard, but you didn't want to give Kid the satisfaction, plus you were actually scared that he would expose you. The knot in your abdomen grew painfully.

"Is (y/n) alright?", Heat suddenly said with concern in his voice, and you held your breath in shock.

"She's sleeping", Kid just said, and Heat shrugged.

"Probably a bad dream then."

"Why don't you take her to bed?", Killer suggested. You shivered.

Oh my god, he knows!

With a dark chuckle, Kid put the bottle down and held your body and the fur with his arm, without taking his fingers out of your pussy. When he stood up and carried you towards the galley, a gust of air went past you and you felt the cold where the wetness pooled on the inside of your thighs.

"I held back long enough anyways", he growled annoyedly and pushed open the hallway door with his foot.

In a matter of seconds, Kid had thrown you on the bed and was pushing your face into the mattress. He had taken his fingers out of you and now he pushed your skirt up, exposing your ass.

"You seem impatient", you teased, earning you a harsh smack on your ass.

"Hey!", you protested, but Kid only crashed his lips on yours from behind. Your head was in an awkward angle, but the kiss felt too good to care. His soft lips connecting to yours was a pure bliss, making you shiver.

"Shut up", he mumbled into your mouth.

With a swift movement, he grabbed your pants and tore them apart (another piece of clothing ruined...) and you could finally moan out loud when he shoved his fingers into you once again. He spread them apart, coating everything with your juice before taking them out with a squelching sound.

You whined at the loss, but when you heard the fabric of his trousers rustling, you knew that something bigger than his fingers would fill you up soon enough. He grabbed you by the hips with both hands and pulled you towards the end of the bed, your legs now dangling over the edge.

You couldn't see what he was doing behind your back, you just felt him opening your legs by pressing his thigh between them. In a matter of seconds and without forewarning, he replaced his thigh with his hard dick and pushed it past your entrance and into your wet pussy, stretching you out inch by inch.

You gasped and moaned at the sudden sensation, it was still feeling unfamiliar, and it was still surprisingly big. The man towering over you released a breath he had been holding and started moving in rhythmic thrusts. The new position felt like he was impaling you, but he hit a sweet spot right away.

"Fuck I-", you started and gripped the sheets with both hands, a view that drove Kid wild. He watched your ass accompanying his thrusts and how you struggled to take him.

His grunts filled the room, nearly overshadowing the banquet that was still happening outside. You tried to keep your moans at bay, but there was no use. His movements were hard, but not too fast, so every time he hit your pelvis you let out a ragged moan until your throat went dry.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and turned your head to the side, forcing you to look at him. With a low grunt, he took in the sight of you, your eyes cloudy and your mouth slightly agape. He showed his signature smirk, knowing that he was the cause of that.

You whimpered almost desperately when you saw him fucking you this rough, so spontaneously and passionately. His brows were drawn together, and he bared his gritted teeth, only concentrating on filling you up.

His grunts and your moans synchronised, and he bend down so his stomach and chest were touching your back. The new angle made you scream in delight. He pushed your lower abdomen into the mattress, adding another sensation to the mix.

Unexpectedly, he wrapped one of his arms around you and started placing tender kisses on your cheeks before wiping a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead. You felt his movements getting sloppier, small moans escaping his lips occasionally.

With another few hard thrusts, he released himself inside of you and all of this sent you over the edge directly after him. You could feel his dick twitching inside your pussy, and the knot that had been building up since he started fingering you in his lap was snapping in your abdomen. The orgasm rippled through your entire body, starting from your core. You rolled your eyes back and felt your walls clenching harshly on their own. Whimpering, you clawed the sheets and contracted your biceps and shoulder muscles.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck", you murmured and closed your eyes, your breathing shallow.

Kid was still inside of you and his body weight on your back felt so comfortable, you could drift right to sleep. You also didn't feel that drunk anymore, just a little dizzy.

He pulled out slowly, earning a last whimper from you. Your pussy felt empty and cum was dripping onto the sheet.

"Turn around", Kid commanded, and you obliged.

He was towering over you, and you looked up at him with tired eyes. For the last few hours, you had been able to forget all your worries, and weirdly it was just thanks to him. His eyes trailed over your body, looking at your messed up outfit and make up, observing your heaving chest and shaky legs. He was very pleased with his work, it suited you so much.

You stretched out your arm and he looked at it confusedly.

"Come here you idiot, you can't take me like that and then just stand there", you said with a slight chuckle.

There it was again. This weird feeling he had, just like last time you had sex. He thought he would just drunkenly fuck you at a whim tonight, a little rougher and angrier than last time, and then he would go back outside to continue getting wasted, but he wanted to hold you again. Although he was sceptical and unfamiliar with this feeling, he moved towards you and encircled your body with his arms, pulling you as close as possible. It felt good. Warm and comforting.

Alcohol was forever after all, but maybe you weren't.

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