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yoonavii · 8 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

Gladiator Prince! Eustass Kid x Reader

Story description: Y/n, a skilled ice warrior from the frigid kingdom of Nosta, and Prince Eustass, a ruthless gladiator prince hailing from the enemy nation, the Modora Empire. Their two nations have a long history of conflict and animosity. However, when a dire situation calls for a political marriage to secure peace, Y/n and Eustass find themselves bound together in a union neither desires. As they navigate the treacherous path of diplomacy, they must confront their own prejudices and the weight of their peoples’ expectations. Through adversity and danger, the icy walls between them slowly begin to melt, and they discover unexpected connections and feelings, transforming their initial enmity into a deep and passionate love of the ages.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

In the heart of the kingdom of Nosta, the eldest members of each Nostian family engaged in a solemn tradition. With determined hands, they delicately unearthed buried vessels of fermented food from the snowy ground. The vases, each a repository of sustenance, had been carefully preserved, offering a lifeline to the families through the harsh winter months. This year’s harvest had been a challenging ordeal for the Nostians, as relentless snowstorms had battered the region without reprieve. The inclement weather had taken its toll on the land, making it nearly impossible to cultivate and gather food. As a result, the Nostian families found themselves grappling with the specter of scarcity, a challenge that tested their resilience and unity.

Amid the adversity, a glimmer of hope emerged from an unexpected source. The royal family and the council, recognizing the dire circumstances faced by their people, made a compassionate decision. They distributed a portion of their own supply of food to each family in the kingdom. This gesture of generosity transcended mere politics or duty – it was a lifeline extended from those in positions of power to those who struggled to secure their next meal. The significance of this act rippled through the kingdom. Families that had been grappling with hunger and uncertainty now found relief, their burdens temporarily lightened by the provisions provided by their leaders. The gesture carried a profound sense of solidarity, a reminder that even in the face of hardship, the Nostians stood together as a community.

as the snowy ground gave up its hidden treasures, you paced the length of the council room. The air within was thick with the wisdom of the elders – warriors, archers, and herbalists who held the weight of generations on their shoulders. Each one bore the scars of a kingdom’s struggles etched into their very beings. Restlessness gripped you as you grappled with the enormity of the situation. Your people’s history and suffering clashed with your own desires, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The thought of uniting with someone from the empire that had caused so much harm was almost unbearable.

Turning to the council, you sought answers to the questions that consumed you. Your voice was a mix of determination and desperation as you posed the question that had haunted you, “Why must I go through with this marriage? How can we align ourselves with those who have brought us so much pain?” One council member, their face etched with the lines of wisdom, stepped forward to address your concerns. Their voice carried the weight of years as they explained the rationale behind the decision, “Princess, you ask a question that weighs heavily upon us all. Our land faces a dire predicament. The relentless snowstorms have stripped us of our harvest, and the specter of famine looms over us.”

With a steadying gaze, they continued, “The Modora Empire possesses the resources we lack – food that can sustain our people through the trying times ahead. We have negotiated a peace treaty, one that hinges on trade rather than conflict. In exchange for our medicinal herbs and remedies, they will provide us with the sustenance we so desperately need.” Their words resonated in the air, carrying both the wisdom of experience and the urgency of the present. The council member’s voice softened with understanding as they added, “This is not a decision taken lightly. We are bound by the duty to preserve our people and ensure their survival. The alliances we forge today lay the groundwork for a more secure tomorrow.”

As their gaze met yours, you felt the weight of their wisdom and the empathy behind their words. The complexities of leadership were clearer than ever – a delicate balance between personal convictions and the welfare of an entire kingdom. The path you tread was one that would test your strength, challenge your perceptions, and demand sacrifices that transcended individual desires.

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In the dimly lit chambers of your quarters, you couldn't conceal your discontent. As maids attended to you, their delicate hands guiding you through the evening rituals, you grumbled softly under your breath. Tomorrow morning marked the beginning of your journey to a new life with the enemy prince, a path you had never envisioned for yourself. Amidst your private lament, one of the maids decided to break the tension. With a warm smile, she attempted to lighten your mood. "You know, Your Highness," she ventured, her voice gentle and reassuring, "that crown you received during your coming of age ceremony suits you beautifully. You'll look absolutely regal as you wear it."

Her words were infused with sincerity, an attempt to offer some solace to a princess burdened with the weight of duty and sacrifice. The crown, a symbol of your status and responsibility, held a unique kind of elegance that complemented your grace and strength. Your grumbling softened, if only slightly, as you regarded the maid's kind gesture. In this moment of uncertainty and apprehension, a glimmer of warmth and camaraderie emerged. The challenges of the road ahead remained daunting, but the bond between you and your maids offered a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there were those who would stand by your side. You offered a gracious nod to the maid, appreciating the effort to lift your spirits during this challenging time. As the conversation continued, you couldn't help but think practically about the upcoming journey. Turning to the maid, you inquired, "Will all of my belongings be taken with me on this trip?"

The maid's expression turned thoughtful, and she replied with a tone of caution, "I'm afraid not, Your Highness. For safety reasons, it's best to travel light for now. However, once you've arrived safely at the Modora Empire, arrangements will be made to have more of your belongings sent to you." The consideration for your safety was evident in the maid's response. You understood the necessity of traveling with only the essentials for the time being. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainties, and the decision to keep your possessions to a minimum was a prudent one. You knew that, in due time, your familiar belongings would follow you to the new land that awaited. One of the other maids, as she helped in preparing you for the journey, made a suggestion. “Your Highness,” she began tentatively, “perhaps you could consider taking either your axes or your bow and arrows with you for the travels.”

As the maid made her suggestion, she glanced at the collection of weapons in your room. There, hanging on a wall adorned with trophies from your archery competitions, were your finely crafted axes and your prized bow and arrows. You surveyed the weapons with a sense of nostalgia. Each had its own history, its own story of battles won and challenges overcome. The axes, with their polished blades and ornate handles, were symbols of your strength and determination. The bow, a work of art in itself, had accompanied you on countless hunting trips and had never failed you in times of need. The suggestion to choose one weapon over the other gnawed at you. They were both extensions of your identity, and you couldn’t bear to part with either. After a moment of consideration, you made your decision with unwavering resolve. “I will take both,” you declared firmly, your eyes locking with the maid’s. “Even if I have to be discreet about it.” The prospect of sneaking these cherished companions along on your journey added an element of intrigue and determination to the preparations. It was a secret pact between you and your weapons, a silent promise that no matter what challenges awaited in the Modora Empire, you would be ready to face them with the strength and skills that had defined you as the ice princess of Nosta.

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In the grand corridors of the Modora Empire’s palace, Prince Eustass’s steps reverberated with frustration. His mood was as turbulent as the storm clouds that often shrouded his kingdom. He had stormed out of the council chamber, leaving behind the imposing presence of the council members and their unsettling decree. Grumbling beneath his breath, Eustass navigated the labyrinthine halls of the palace. The news that the council had arranged a political marriage for him, set to commence as early as tomorrow, gnawed at his very core. He had barely returned from his military campaign, bloodied and wearied from the battlefield, only to be thrust into a situation he vehemently opposed.

His steps echoed through the marble corridors as he brooded, his mind filled with thoughts of the impending political union and the implications it held for his future. The weight of responsibility and expectation bore down upon him, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of resentment. As he continued to traverse the palace’s opulent halls, Eustass couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was spiraling into a direction he had not chosen for himself. The clash between duty and personal desires waged on within him, leaving him to grumble and seethe as he contemplated the uncertain path that lay ahead.

Amidst the labyrinthine halls of the palace, Prince Eustass’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He called out to her, his voice carrying a hint of urgency, “Roxane!” But the glare that met his gaze made it clear that Roxane was in no mood for pleasantries. The General’s daughter remained a picture of resentment, her eyes hard and unyielding. The words exchanged in the council room still hung heavily in the air between them, a stark reminder of the tension that had escalated during the meeting. Eustass hurried to close the distance between them, his voice laced with a desperation to make amends. “Roxane, I promise you, I’ll find a way to override this political marriage,” he implored, his voice earnest and determined. However, Roxane’s response was anything but receptive. She maintained a cold demeanor, addressing him only with the formal title of “Your Highness.” Her words cut through the tension like a sharp blade as she declared, “I don’t care about the political marriage, or even you.”

Eustass was bewildered by her response, unable to comprehend the sudden change in her attitude. In a desperate attempt to understand, he reached out to grasp her hand, his voice softening with concern. “Roxane, what do you mean?” he asked, his gaze searching for answers. But Roxane didn’t linger. She pulled her hand away abruptly, her features frozen in a mask of resolve. Her words came out with a finality that left no room for negotiation. “We need to separate, Your Highness. Permanently. We can’t be together anymore.” With those words, she turned away and walked briskly down the corridor, leaving Eustass standing there, bewildered and hurt. The cold exterior she displayed masked the complex emotions within, and the decision she had just made had left both of them reeling, their connection severed in a heartbeat.

As Eustass stood there, his thoughts in disarray after Roxane's unexpected declaration, his loyal right-hand man, Killer, hurriedly caught up with him. Concern etched across his features, Killer asked, "Are you okay, Eustass?" But Eustass, consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, couldn't find the words to respond. Instead, he brushed off the question with a curt wave of his hand and a voice thick with frustration. "I need some time alone," he muttered, his gaze distant. "I'm going to my room, and I don't want anyone to bother me."

Killer could sense the turmoil within his prince, and he nodded in understanding, albeit with a hint of worry in his eyes. He watched as Eustass retreated down the corridor, his thoughts heavy with the weight of Roxane's cold rejection. The sudden turn of events had left Eustass reeling, and now he sought solitude to grapple with the emotional storm that raged within him.

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As you entered your room, your gaze immediately searched for your journal. Among the few belongings you could take with you, this was one you couldn't bear to leave behind. While you would be living in the empire, you could at least document your experiences and thoughts in its pages. The journal, small and unassuming, held the potential to be a source of solace in the unfamiliar territory that awaited you. It was a private space where you could record your journey, your emotions, and the challenges you would face. Its pages were a repository for your innermost thoughts and a connection to the world you were leaving behind. With a sense of determination, you retrieved the journal and carefully concealed it within your chest binding wrap. It was a precious keepsake, a silent companion that would bear witness to the chapters of your life as you embarked on this unexpected journey, a small act of defiance against the constraints of fate. You offered Trafalgar Law a warm smile and gestured for him to sit, a silent invitation to a more casual conversation. He obliged, taking a seat at the end of your bed.

As he settled in, you let out a sigh, your expression turning slightly pensive. "Trafalgar," you began, your voice devoid of the formalities that usually accompanied royal conversations. "I must admit, I'm feeling a bit nervous about this journey to the Modora Empire. It's not just the political marriage, but the prospect of learning an entirely new way of life." You paused, your thoughts swirling with uncertainty. "I'll be expected to adapt to new traditions, new etiquette, and take on a role as not only the empire's new princess but as the future empress. It's a lot to take in, and I'm not sure what to expect."

As you shared your concerns with your trusted bodyguard, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. It was rare for you to express your fears openly, but in this moment, Trafalgar's presence offered a comforting reassurance that you weren't facing this daunting journey alone.

Trafalgar Law listened attentively to your concerns, his reassuring presence a source of comfort. When you expressed your apprehensions about the journey ahead, he spoke with unwavering support. "Princess, you have my word that I'll be by your side every step of the way," he assured you, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will protect you, and if things take a turn for the worse, I'll do everything in my power to ensure your safety."

His words were a balm to your anxieties, but what he revealed next left you in a state of shock. "And there's something else," he continued, his tone grave. "I have an acquaintance, someone I knew from the Modora Empire." Your eyes widened in astonishment. You were well aware that communication with anyone from the empire, especially given the ongoing tensions, could be considered treasonous. The fact that Trafalgar had such a connection left you both surprised and curious.He went on to explain, "My acquaintance has already been sending scrolls of information about the empire via message birds. It's meant to give us a head start on what to expect, to help us navigate the complexities of the empire."

The revelation was both intriguing and unsettling. You couldn't help but wonder about the nature of this acquaintance and the valuable insights they might provide. Yet, it was a risky venture, and the stakes were high. As you processed this unexpected turn of events, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and caution, knowing that this connection might be crucial in the days to come.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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thinkofahappyplace · 4 months

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♡ When he likes you

✎ w/ Zoro, Law, Kidd (x reader) ✎ FLUFF + angst (mostly in law's) + a touch of suggestion ✎ Synopsis: how he acts when he likes you ✎ AN: suggestion of fem!reader in Kidd's

♡ Zoro ♥ He has no idea what to do, you just showed up and now you're on his mind every hour, yes you're attractive, yes you're laugh is kind of nice to hear, yes he wants to make you smile, but why? what does it mean?

♥ It's not like he's experienced this kind of love or romance anywhere and most likely hasn't consumed media to explain anything about it, so he's running on instincts

♥ When he's working out and his mind falls idle, you pop up, what were you laughing about with Nami and Chopper earlier? He starts another set and gets distracted halfway through, losing count but continuing to wonder of every time you've been alone together ♥ Zoro loves watching you, watching the way you do everything, the way you laugh, smile, run, fight, argue, talk, read, he could watch you read for hours ♥ He enjoys your company-- when finished with his afternoon workout, coming down from the crows nest to seek you out. He'll sit in whatever room you're in and sharpen his swords, nap, ask about what the plans are

♥ When the crew is out and about Zoro is hovering near you, walking with you if you're alone or trailing behind you like a bodyguard

♥ If you workout together he's secretly ecstatic and is eager to help with anything, he'll spot you with weights and help correct your form, when you're done he'll tell you how good you did and what you two can do next time

♥ He's not touchy but he's not avoidant, if you stumble or fall he'll immediately catch you by your arm or waist, thinking nothing of it, he'll place his hand on your lower back to guide you through a crowd, he'll sit next to you with your legs touching, you can start a game of footsie under the table with him but be warned he'll get competitive

♥ When you've had enough of everyone and sneak out of the room, Zoro is following behind you with a jug of sake asking what you're going to do-- he's perfect to just sit by the railing with and watch the sunset or the stars, but he might get distracted by another view

♥ He serves you food first, if you're reaching for something he'll put a heaping helping of it on your plate, he'll sneak a few bites though, and if he thinks you'll like something he remembers it and mentions it to you when you talk next, he remembers a lot of things for you ♥ He's just really unaware of how things can come off, bringing you up in every conversation ♥ Things often remind him of you-- those flowers are the same color as your eyes, that long grass is long and lush like your eyelashes, the sounds of the birds is so calming and pleasant like your voice, that boat would make you uneasy, you'd like that berry tart after your lunch, clouds are moving in, are you getting ready for rain?

♡ Law

♥ He's is not one to fall for just looks so you'd have to have some sort of relationship at first, you would talk and work together, devising strategies and shit-talking the other members of the alliance, but you get too close

♥ Law is at once looking at it from a logic point of view, he can't have feelings for a member of his crew, he can't have feelings for someone right now at all, and you're so sweet and he's so... it wouldn't work even if he wanted it to ♥ So many secret glances, and when you're talking together it's like he's trying to read your soul with his eyes-- every single look of his has a hidden intention that he can't act on, that he won't let himself act on ♥ You and Penguin had been researching something together all day, spending the whole day together, and whenever Law sees the two of you pass he only shoots a quick hard glance, but he's wondering what would happen if he went up and pulled you away into one of the various rooms

♥ You're going over a set of documents together because you're the only other person who knows this subject, and Laws fingers are aching to touch you, his breathy inhales and exhales of frustration are not from the documents contents, but from his desires

♥ He won't let himself act on his feelings towards you, won't entertain the idea of you and him being anything, but loathes the idea of you and anyone else

♥ He has major abandonment issues, his hearts gonna skip a beat every time he thinks he spots signs of you having feelings for someone-- it makes him physically sick to imagine losing you so much so to the point he decides for his own wellbeing to push you away

♥ So he's a dick, a cold, unfeeling, dickhead- but only to you. He's a level of cold with everyone but sometimes even the crew can sense spite in his words or hidden feelings in his harsh orders for you, speaking to you with such callousness or nothing at all, sending you to do chores and missions away from him, you'd think he doesn't even want you on his crew ♥ You have to take the first step and confront him, expressing that you're hurt and angry and feel disrespected, and he'll just stand there taking in the fact he's been an absolute monster and quietly, shamefully apologize ♥ You really gotta search in that boy and see that there's something hidden under all those rude interactions, see the way that he looks at you now with such fear and guilt, the way his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides ♥ But he's a bitchhh and leaves you with that to go sulk over his actions

♥ He mellows out after that and when he goes to push you away again, he remembers how you felt and his tone falls soft, he stops sending you away and tries to hold himself accountable in moments

♥ You're so close to being how you were in the beginning, but you know there's something there keeping you from it like a shield, Law feels it, he knows you can't go back, he knows he can't be friends with you, his longing looks turn sadder and harder, it's like he's locked himself in a room with a drug and only allows himself sniffs from afar

♡ Kidd ♥ Kidd is a little angry perv who knows that he finds you attractive as well as certain aspects of your personality ♥ He's hitting on you from the beginning, eyeing you when you walking near him, but not like creepy he's charming and funny with it ♥ He'll joke with you and pull you into conversations with the crew just casually-- "what do you think y/n?", /y/n do you like ___?" ♥ You make him smile significantly more, and more sweet and admiring than crazed and maniacal, Killer will notice and even though he can't see his face Kidd feels the deadpan expression he gets ♥ He watches you like a kid watches a butterfly outside a classroom window, getting distracted as you scamper by, watching you from the ship as you load boxes, while the rest of the group is talking you can look over and it's just a tad weird and intimidating the way he's staring

♥ He's protective like Zoro but more boldly controlling, if he loses sight of you he's start asking if anyones seen you and he'll gradually start whining until he makes the crew start looking for you, finding you and scolding you for running off and not being with your captain! Says you need to be near him in case something happens, he literally throws a tantrum

♥ And you can't run off anymore cause Kid will drag you back by the collar of your shirt

♥ However, he wants you to like him, and he's not mean to you at all, the crew has mentioned to each other that he's noticeably nicer to you, or just nice ♥ He insists on giving you food when you've finished your first serving, shoveling more than you probably could eat onto your plate, buying you snacks and giving you extra of anything before the rest of the crew

♥ You just become best friends, except Kidd usually finds a way to make it just the two of you when you're hanging out, not just because he comes to find you especially when you're alone, and you get to the point where you can spend hours together if you have the time

♥ All the while he's still calling you babe, princess, and probably a rather derogatory adaptation of y/n, and flirting with you like you're dating. He just doesn't push it, when he asks you out you think he's just flirting and joking, and he's not convinced you see something with him

♥ He wants something with you, he's attracted to you and all and he really wants you, but he wants something after the act too and he doesn't know if you feel the same-- so he's testing the waters

♥ The closer you get the touchier he gets, it not like he has a crowd to guide you through as most people go out of their way to steer clear of Kidd and the crew's path, but he throws himself down next to you on the couch and stretches himself across it, he sits next to you at a pub wit his arm draped over the back of your chair, he pulls you onto his lap when drunk

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badgerbl00d · 3 months

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one piece boys rescuing you pt. 2

☆ characters: sanji, kidd

☆ up next: waking up with the one piece boys

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

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

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

part 1

Sanji:

Zoro nodded, wordlessly, resting against the doorframe.

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

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

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

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

His stomach churned knowing that you were somewhere here.

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

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

Merde.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mon coeur,” he said, voice shaking.

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

“Can you sit up? I’ll carry you out.”

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

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

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

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

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

You made it to the door before you spoke.

“Let me have a smoke, will you?”

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

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

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

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

You stood back up, leaning against Sanji.

“Carry me?”

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

“One last thing, Sanj’,” you said.

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

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

“Rot in hell.”

Sanji carried you up the stairs and out the door.

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji shrugged, “Didn’t notice.”

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

A memory played out before you.

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

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

“Hungry?”

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

“Yeah.. Not many options though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanji was enchanting- but so were you.

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

“What’re you making anyway?”

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

You hummed, “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

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

“You’re an angel.”

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

God, was he always this handsome?

“I think so?”

“What?”

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

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

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

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you ate.

“Mmmf- ‘S good!”

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

“Thanks Sanj’.”

He smiled, and leaned his head against yours.

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

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

You added a french accent.

“Garbure!” he corrected, laughing.

“Right, right. That.”

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

The rest of the memory is blurry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sanji…”

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he said, at a loss for words.

“I’m… sorry.”

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

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

You laid your head back down, chewing your lip.

“I’m glad it was you. That found me.”

Sanji’s chest tightened.

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

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

“So am I.”

You turned to look at him.

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

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

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

Sanji pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

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

You nodded, lightly laughing. It hurt your ribs.

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

“No- Can you stay? Please,” you said.

Sanji smiled, “Of course!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hot,” you said, giggling.

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

“You okay, Sanj?”

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

You nodded, holding his hands.

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

Sanji gulped, “Um, no. I haven’t.”

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

“Would you like to join me?”

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

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

You laughed, getting up out of bed.

“Mind carrying me?”

“Of course, my love!”

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

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

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

Kidd:

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

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

“Mind backing up with that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kidd scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

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

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

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

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

“And by we I’m assuming you mean me?”

He flashed you a smile that made your chest tighten.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, cry baby let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

‘She’s pretty, huh?’

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

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

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

He broke the silence, much to your disappointment.

You didn’t say anything.

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

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

“Fuck. you.”

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

“What’s your name?”

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

“Your name, baby, what is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t you talk to her about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me see your hands,” he said.

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

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

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

“Atta girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Where to madam?” Killer said.

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

“Whose idea was it, anyway?”

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

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

“Fair enough.”

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

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

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

You opened the door, closing it behind you.

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

“Can’t be bothered to knock?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just glad you’re okay!”

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

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

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

“So was I.”

You heard him sniffling, and rubbed his back gently.

“Crybaby.”

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

He squeezed you one last time before letting you go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

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

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

“Oh,” you whispered.

“What’s that?”

“You were talking about me the other day.”

Kidd paused for a second, “Was I?”

You giggled.

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

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

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

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

You smiled.

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

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

“Sounds about right,” you said.

“Well, then.”

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

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

“Tired?”

“A bit.”

“Sleep, lass. I’ll carry you to bed.”

And you did.

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

The bedsheets surrounding you were unfamiliar, not your own.

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

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Good morning, Kidd.”

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KIDD; overheard

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summary: kidd overhead virgin!freader moaning out his name

warning/s: nsfw🔞, fem reader, v1brators, first-time-s3x, cooming inside, cunnilingus, thr0at fucking, fluff in the end

you never had sex. you're a virgin. and kidd respects that. kidd had been courting you because you insist on doing it the traditional way. he just likes you so much he does sacrifices for you. he's not the type of guy who'd go through such lengths for a girl, but with you, man he'd do anything to let him love you.

you wouldn't expect that a man of his stature wouldn't talk you into having sex when you two started getting romantically involved. kidd was, of course, not a virgin. a man like him, who's built like a fucking fridge, who's tongue brings him so many places, who's charisma is unparalleled, and his overflowing sex appeal. you admit that your boyfriend is hot, and you want to know what i feels to bed him someday. he's perfectly aware of your situation and he gaves you free reign of your sexual status, he never forces you to go all the way. it's just all about touching between the both of you.

it's mostly on kidd's end when we talk about containing it. especially when you don't fix up yourself around him on domestic days. or when you don a pretty little dress.

you'd be fooling yourself if you don't wanna do more than touching and kissing with him. each time he takes his shirt off and his happy trail shows. how his muscles flex when he's reaching over something high or hugging you. you can't help but be curious of how it'd feel if he have his way with you.

so that one night where curiosity won over you, you decided to buy a vibrator since you can't find it in you to ask the guy that's been courting you and you who has been constantly insisting on taking things slow. once you're all alone, you discarded your clothes and lied on his bed. you were staying with him for the night. you could've done it in your place but, the scent of his cologne on his sheets and the sight of his things made you more aroused.

as you spread yourself on the bed, you don't know the first thing about vibrators. all you knew was how badly you wanted him, how you imagine him doing the stimulation and not this expensive fucking vibrating rod. as you felt the splurge of pleasure, you were out of this world. your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your mouth muttered his name with the filthiest intent.

little did you know, kidd was on his way back to his place. he just got off the elevator and is walking toward his unit with a handful of takeout for your date night. he was exhausted from work today and all he wanted to do was come home to you and feel you. not fully aware of your act.

"y'all fuck yet?" heat asked over the phone. kidd tsked through the call.

"if that's what the hell you're gonna talk about i'll block you." he almost hit the end call if it weren't for killer taking over.

"listen, we're just iffy about this courting thing. you always start your relationships with fucking or something." killer calmly retorted. "plus, it's been three months and you two are kind of a blur, aye? don't you think it's time to take a step much higher?"

"let me tell you freaks somethin': name is the most precious angel that ever crossed this earth, ya hear me? she ain't some whore i chase to keep my cock warm. i want to have somethin' special with her, cuz hey, she's one special lady herself." he took a deep breath before continuing, fishing out his keycard from his wallet. "ain't it enough reason to wait it out? i imagine sex with her like a good ol' scotch, aye? longer you wait, tastier it gets. i know she couldn't resist me either, the way those eyes linger ain't a wholesome thing. all the more reason the sex'll be so fuckin' sweet once she's ready." he emphasized on the last three words.

you were too lost in the glee of the stimulation, you didn't even hear the beep of his door as he got inside. as kidd settled his stuff down and calmed down by his couch, he started to wonder where you are. he roamed around his unit to find you, only to hear faint noises of your voices. they sounded like whimpers so he started getting worried and hurried to find where the sound was coming from.

he felt his dick tighten in his pants when he heard you moaning out his name loud and clear. his grasp on the plastic bag carrying your food tightened, he swallowed a hard lump down his throat. he couldn't resist barging in on you.

he would nut right then and there. when he saw you wide open right before him, you reached your climax just as he went in. your scream resounding in the room. so you sat frozen with your legs spread, one hand on the vibrator while the other played with your tits. you stopped immediately and hid yourself under his sheets, your face flushed red in sheer embarrassment. "w-what the hell?! i-i- what the fuck are you doing here, kidd?!"

he sighed before saying, "in case you didn't know; this is my room," he pulled his shirt over his head, walking a step closer to you. "and you're naked," he unbuckled his belt, getting even closer to you. "wide open." he kicked his pants away the floor, crawling by the bed. "moaning my name unbefitting of a cute little thing such as yourself." he pulled the sheets you were covering yourself with. "this much is fuckin' rich coming from someone who insists on taking it slow. your words bit you back in the ass, aye?"

you were flushed red at his proximity, your eyes shakily alternating between his. "i-i wasn't..."

"wasn't what? fucking yourself with that thing and imagining i was ramming into you?" he cocked a brow, canines tugging by his lower lip. "baby, hadn't i told you that you can just tell me if you wanna give it a go? i'm more than happy to teach ya," he gave your cheeks a soft caress.

his big hands trailed down your jaw, fingers tracing the edge of your face, down to the column of your neck until he wrapped his hands around your it and pulled you closer. eliciting a moan out of you, his grin widening. "aren't you a filthy, little slut too?"

he kissed you on your open mouth, the grip on your neck tightening. "what were you thinking about, hm?" he pressed the vibrator closer to your clit after flicking the button on. "was i too hot for you? you want me to fuck you up so bad, huh? stretch this tight, little thing wide, fucking, open." he pressed foreheads with you after licking your lips.

all you could do was pout and curl up your brows, your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you didn't even know what kind of high you're in right now. "nghh- kidd- please...!" you bit your lip, clawing at his arms.

"please what? i can stop." he gently whispered against your ear. "i can take care of mine just fine you know." he gestured to his bulging length underneath his brief. you felt yourself choke at the act, imagining how he'd be like.

"n-no!" you responded, squirming under him. he hasn't discarded the vibrator but only made it even more extreme. "k-keep going... i-i want to go all the way, okay?"

"aye." he nodded, giving you a long, wet kiss before turning the vibrator off. he ducked his head down and placed soft, gentle kisses on your inner thighs, teasing your sopping cunt by his stippled pecks. "ready?" he stared at you, his hot breath tickling your folds. you nodded with pressed lips, bracing yourself with his tongue.

he languidly dragged his tongue down the line of your folds, not breaking eye contact as he watch you squirm with only just his tongue. how you sound so much like a slut just for him. he pulled your hips closer, drowning his face within your opening and the flesh of your thighs. he hummed through you as a response to your moans, vibrations pumping through your veins. he took it a notch higher and slid a finger in. you were becoming limp at this point.

but you wanted to please him too, you want to help him with that tent in his pants. so once you pushed his head deeper and you pulled on his hair, you came in his mouth. he sipped in your juices, slurping in your cum.

"c-can i please you too?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"i was just about to say that." he stood up on the bed, holding your jaw by his hands. "go ahead, love."

you hesitantly raise your hands, still looking at him. your fingers crept on his waistbands, sliding them off. his pulsating length sprung out, dripping with precum. you couldn't help but act surprise at the size of him even though you already know that he's phenomenally huge. he would already cum right then and there when he saw the enormous difference between the size of him to your face, how your eyes try to fathom how you'd fit that in your mouth and in your cunt.

you start to wrap your cold fingers around him, a gasp escaping him at your contact. you pumped unsurely, from his flushed head down to his veiny shaft. you opened your mouth and gave a kitten lick by his head, keeping an eye on him before swallowing him whole. he was so huge you gagged when you were just by the half of him.

his hands found its way to the sides of your head as he pushed his length further in your throat, relishing on the warmth of your mouth. you dug your nails by the skin of his hips, eyes watering at the impact of the head of his length touching the back of your throat. he grunted as he tried to restrain himself to let you adjust.

once you let go with a pop, strings of saliva trailed from his head to your lips. there were scattered drools on your lips, you wiped it with the back of your palm. "w-wait, i- you're too big." you giggled shyly, tucking your hair by your ear.

"yeah? sure you can handle it?" he rubbed your chin between his thumb and index, studying your expressions. "i assure you, it will be a lot fucking bigger inside you."

you gulped deeply, face heating up. so you cleared your throat, and prepped yourself to do it once more. you slowly got used to bobbing your head back and forth, the friction of your lips gliding across the surface of his veiny length. as your saliva coated his shaft, it became more slippery and easier to slide in your mouth.

kidd was cursing out words each time his cock slipped in and out of your mouth. he pushed himself further, despite your protests of drumming his hips. he pulled on your hair tightly, fucking your mouth in an unforgiving pace. once he came in your mouth, he left it there for a while, his cum dripping down your throat. you had to catch your breath as residue of cum and drool littered your chin.

he sat down before you,"for a beginner, you're goddamn amazing." he placed a kiss on your forehead then to you lips. as he kissed you fervently; his hands went from choking your neck, squeezing your tits with his palms, and rubbing on your clit as he spread your wetness from your cunt to your inner thighs. "let me spread you up for the finale." he mumbled against your open mouth which elicited breathy moans. his thigh and shoulder provided support for your frame as he fingered you open.

your hand reached over his cheek, looking at him with the most vulnerable gaze. he memorized how sinful you looked for him, how your eyes begged for more and how your mouth uttered the neediest response from his stimulation.

you pressed your forehead by his cheek as you approached your climax, clawing at his arms. he watched how your cunt clenched around his fingers at each curl and spread. you ended up breathless after you came.

but he didn't give you any chance to pause and compose yourself, he lied you down the mattress and knelt before your body. he gave his length a few pumps after spitting on it, he teased his meat on your soaking cunt; savoring how you furrow your brows and gawk at him. he spread your legs by your inner thighs, pushing your hips toward his so you two could be very close. kidd leaned down and pressed foreheads with you, "i'm putting it in, aye?" he asked for permission and you hummed. he gave your nose a little kiss before sliding himself in slowly.

"f-fuck...!" he stuttered, breathless at the tightness of your innocent cunt. he could slide in without any pain from his or your end, your walls just clench around him a lot. you too were drooling and too lost at the fullness of his cock, he's way too huge for you to fathom. "if you keep clenching like that i'm not gonna last, love. i haven't even been fully in." he panted, smiling against your cheek.

once he fully got settled, the head of his cock reached your cervix; that's how big he is. after adjusting, he began moving back and forth. it took everything in him to do it slowly, he wanted to fuck you stupid in a harsh pace. you reached for his neck, slowly lling him down to kiss him. "i-it hurts, b-baby. i-i it feels sore." you said in between kisses. "b-but don't stop, i-it feels amazing too." you smiled meekly, a single tear falling at the corner of your eye.

kidd felt motivated to refine his performance, your words were like a brush on his shoulder. he kissed your tears away before saying, "i know, bunny. i promise to only let you feel the good part, hm?"

as you fist the sheets and his grip on your waist tightened, you two slowly found rhythm. kidd adored how pleasured you look right now, to the point that you don't know what to do with yourself. you played with your tits, sucked on his fingers, clawed on his arms, covered your face with the pillows, and clutched your tummy as you grew near. he was doing all of that to you and it was the biggest turn on for him. he reached over to hold your face in his hand, then he rubbed on your lips, and finally wrapped his hands around your neck. you swallowed at the constriction on your throat, his firm hand holding you in place. his other hand was holding your leg that was swung on top of his shoulder. "you close?" he asked, hips unceasing.

you nodded, your eyes becoming swollen at the amount of tears you let out. "me too, baby. i-i'm- ngh fuck!" he too was lost for words, he felt you clench again around him, you felt him throb inside you; the vibration coursing through your veins. "do you want me to p-pull out?"

you didn't know either. it was your first time and you know the risks. but it was kidd. you want him to release inside, to keep you warm, to let his cum drip down your cunt. so you shook your head and pulled him by the neck. "cum inside, release all of it."

from your words, he came right then and there, shooting up ropes of cum inside your womb. "if we're gonna have brats, i'm done for." he panted with his forehead resting on your shoulder.

"me too, mini versions of you are a headache." you giggled a bit, kissing his ear.

"can i just stay inside?" he lied gently beside you, "you just feel so good and i want to sleep like this."

another tear streamed down your cheeks, what a goddamn softie. you nodded turning your back on him and placing your hand above his which was resting atop your stomach. "i'm glad you're my first." you blurted out, blushing afterward.

"i'm glad you're my last, shortcake."

you gave him a glare but he just giggled.

one last hc before i wage war with my exams 🥺 this is for tHE FREAKSSS 🤪🫣

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bby-deerling · 3 months

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Just imagining cooking dinner on the Victoria Punk with Killer while Kid hovers in the back because he loves both watching both of us working together and we're his two favorite people.

Also, cooking on Thousand Sunny late in the evening because Zoro doesn't want to swallow his pride and ask Sanji, so he asks you for help. The way he watches you move around is soothing, and he adores the movement of your hands as they work.

god i love sweet lil domestic scenarios like this and have the urge to flesh these out a bit <3<3

cooking with them!

ft. kid, killer, zoro masterlist

kid and killer

despite his brutish appearance, killer's hands are as practiced and precise in the kitchen as they are at ripping apart his enemies. normally, he can handle dinner alone, but tonight's courses are a bit more complex, and you were more than happy to assist him. the two of you work in tandem as easily and effortlessly as you do on the battlefield. measuring ingredients for the stew carefully, you're both well-oiled machines, anticipating each other's needs without a hitch. and kid... he just sits back and watches, his cold ruthless heart twinging with something between nostalgia and care. you're both so important to him, and get along so well with each other; as he watches you, kid knows that no matter what seas they sail, home for him will always be in the kitchen of the victoria punk.

zoro

five eggs sizzle in a generously buttered frying pan. it's well past midnight and sanji has gone to bed; it's just the two of you in the kitchen as you make a late-night meal to share together. zoro hates feeling helpless, but unable to even fry an egg properly, he has no choice but to rely on you. unlike nami or the stupid cook who would certainly mock him for his lack of expertise, you simply nod when he asks you to make something to eat, understanding the words he leaves unsaid from the embarrassed flush on his face. you're gentle as you try to teach him, but zoro's mind wanders as he hovers behind you, opting to focus on the softness of your movements, illuminated by the moonbeams peeking through the window. sacrificing his pride is difficult for zoro, but the way you take his rare pleas for help with dignity and care makes it easy to come to you again for more midnight snacks.

and he does.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro fluff #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid x you #zoro x you #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario

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sunnyferr · 6 days

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A polyamorous relationship with them!

Op men!: kid/killer zoro/sanji law/luffy

WARNING: ReaderF! Polyamorous relationship NSFW, Contains homosexual relationships between characters!

Kid/Killer

It's the most fun relationship you can have!

kid is your partner in pranks and dirty jokes, always up to mischief around the ship

but if you like quiet chats with a coffee, killer will always be there to listen to you, he's really good at listening and giving objective opinions

I remind you, they are very big, so their group hugs completely crush you.

I feel like killer is more into hugs, hugging you from behind and being there almost all the time.

kid is more into kisses, messy kisses with tongue in the middle, with his hands roaming all over your body

It's very sweet to see them share little kisses between the two

Sleeping with them is also a comical experience

I remind you for the second time, they each take up a king-size bed.

so you sleep on kid's chest face down, while kid holds you by the waist with one hand, and the other arm around killer (nice mental image)

sex with them is something wild and rough

Usually, the sessions last between 3 or 4 HOURS (a fallen soldier)

Kid always takes the lead, he's a dominant, and you're not going to take his place

killer, to be honest, is kind of the same, he can be sub or dom (although he does like being dom a bit)

Kid usually lets killer play with you while he's in the corner of the room, watching everything.

killer tends to praise you while biting and licking every inch of your skin

kid is more into saying things like "you little slut! do you like what killer is doing to your pussy, huh?"

the aftercare is very tender and sweet, well, kid tries to stay awake, as he usually falls asleep after 5 minutes.

killer is more about bringing you water and snacks if it was a long session, preparing a shower for all three (obviously having to drag kid into the shower)

sanji/zoro

These two always seem to be arguing

like a couple who have been married for 50 years.

But they do love each other for real…just that it's a bit hard for them to admit it.

Usually, your time with Sanji is on some island, buying food (which was the main mission), but he ends up getting distracted by looking at dresses in the shop windows, saying you have to try them on RIGHT NOW.

On the other hand, Zoro loves it when you join him in his 30-minute naps while you're together hugging. He says it's cheesy and silly to be like that, but deep down, he loves it. Sometimes Sanji joins in (just because you told him to).

Sanji is always touching you (holding your hand, your waist, brushing your hair, etc.) because he can't stand being away from you. Even if you're right beside him, he always has to have you close!

Zoro is a bit calmer with that, but there are times he likes to tease Sanji, grabbing you by the waist and carrying you on his shoulder away from the cook.

But they also show affection to each other…giving each other little love pecks when you're not looking…and sometimes it escalates to something more.

Sleeping with them is a bit tricky (usually, Zoro is busy at night taking care of the ship, but let's pretend they almost always sleep together).

Usually, Sanji loves being in front of you and Zoro hugging you from behind, but problems arise when it's midnight…

It's a constant push and pull!

Sex is really exciting.

The rounds last for 2 hours (which is not short) but…

they leave you stargazing for hours!

Imagine leaning on the table, sharpening Zoro's sword and having a full view of your backside, while he hits your sweet spot

and meanwhile, Sanji is below, licking and sucking your clit while pleasuring himself

simply glorious

Sanji tends to be very loud, moaning and shouting Zoro's and your name

Zoro is more of a grunter and curses under his breath, but the occasional moan escapes him

The aftercare involves Sanji preparing some tea or some ointment to soothe any pains or discomfort, while Zoro pampers you with small kisses on your head until Sanji arrives and they nap together for a while

Law/luffy

A very complementary relationship!

Luffy is like a little kid, you have to keep up with his mischief ALL THE TIME!

but it's really fun to follow him and play some pranks on Law, even though he might get mad afterwards and not talk to us for hours (it was worth it)

Luffy loves hugs! he's always with his arms stretched out hugging you and giving you uncontrollable kisses all over your face

Law is a bit more shy, especially in public, he'll shake your hand and that's it, but when they get home he tends to pamper them a lot.

Law really likes it when you two are in his room while he studies or works, seeing you cuddled up on the couch while you caress a nearly asleep Luffy, is something he loves about you

Sleeping with Law is not a problem… Luffy is

he tends to fall off the bed ALL the time, so now Luffy sleeps in the middle, lying on his back while you hug and kiss him

they don't usually have sex much… but it's still very rewarding

it usually lasts between 2 to 3 hours

Law is a fan of BDSM (NO ONE WILL MAKE ME THINK OTHERWISE) and SUB/DOM games

Luffy and you are the submissives, trying to please Law in various ways possible so he gives you your well-deserved "rewards"

An important detail is that Luffy is very inexperienced at first but gradually learns more, to the point where he'll try to be dominant with you (only sometimes)

They usually end up with a lot of moans and screams of passion among the three.

post-care is very important to Law!

he makes sure they've had enough water and gives massages in a specific place if they're in pain.

he would punish Luffy if he left too many hickeys (even if he did too) because it could be "dangerous"

but in the end, it always ends up being a good nap with lots of hugs and kisses (and Luffy's snoring)

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trashytoastboi · 1 month

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🛠Eustass Kid Masterlist🛠

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive! Kid x GN! Reader part 1

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive Kid x GN! Reader part 2

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to them crying in front of them for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace x S/O who is afraid of thunder and being comforted during a heavy storm

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due past trauma

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney, Perona x S/O who is going through a depressive episode and how they comfort them

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney x S/O – Building blanket forts together

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Kid, Ace, Perona – I, L, O

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Killer, Kid – V, I, U

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Law, Kid, X-Drake – C, P, Y🛠 Headcanons: Yandere! Kid x S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, X-Drake - Reacting to their crew throwing them a surprise party

🛠 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl part 2

🛠 Scenario: Jealous! Kid x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro, Ace – Reaction to their S/O cosplaying as them.

🛠 Scenario: Kid, Killer with F! S/O (Poly) who wants to leave the crew out of fear of endangering them.

🛠 Headcanons: Vivi, Kid, Law – Reaction to their partner telling them they are Asexual

🛠 Short Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace - Reaction to their S/O burping

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🛠 Headcanons: Sanji, Law, Kid, Killer - First kiss

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid - Reacting to their F! S/O suddenly crying because of how much she loves him

🛠 Scenario: Eustass Kid x Marine! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Roadtrip AU! Kid x Law – Road trip

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sanji – Reaction to their S/O getting compliments and being approached in public for their looks

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Rayleigh, Whitebeard, Kid – Falling in love at first sight with F! Admiral and how they try for her attention

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid – with a S/O who sleeps with their eyes open

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer – with extremely kind and protective S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Killer and Kid – what kind of dad would they be?

🛠 Short scenarios: Eustass Kid - #2. You’re comfy + #4. I’ll stay up with you. Killer - #6 Possessiveness + #11 Making the other laugh.

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Kid x Small! S/O - #2. You’re comfy

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW – Crocodile, Kid with Introvert! Male! SO

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer with S/O that has tics and fidgets a lot due to anxiety and stress

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Zoro, Kid with S/O who has trouble falling asleep

🛠 Headcanons: #37. Hostclub AU – Law, X-Drake, Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Zoro, Kid x Shy! Curious! S/O

🛠 Short Scenarios: Dad! Kid, Dad! Law, Dad! Zoro, Dad! Crocodile with extremely shy daughter who has the tendency to hide away

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Male! S/O - Looking for attention from a stubborn captain

🛠 Scenarios: Kid, Killer, Ace – Runaway Bride

🛠 Headcanons: Dad AU! Dad! Kid with young daughter – Reacting to when she starts declaring marriage and her being around boys

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law, Sabo x F! S/O who has a cursed flower in her right eye

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! Reader – Liking the same girl and having her confess to wanting them

🛠 Scenario: Kid x S/O – Eunoia

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to their S/O cutting their long hair to them during a fight

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🛠 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sabo, X-Drake x Friend! Reader who has the Friend’s Power ability.

🛠 Headcanons: Pregnancy and Parental for Kid, Law x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro x S/O who has given them a really sweet nickname

🛠 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Corazon, Law, Kid x S/O who was “killed” by the World Government

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x F! Reader – Confessing their feelings and discovering she has a girlfriend

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Marco, Zoro x Short! Male! Crewmate who hides his injury after a fight and collapses as a result

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🛠 Scenario: Law and Kid x Shy! Goth! Pirate – Chance Encounters

🛠 NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Omega! S/O – #6. Heat

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! S/O – Reacting to thinking their girlfriend is breaking up with them

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW - First Times with Eustass Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Alpha! Crocodile, Alpha! Doflamingo, Alpha!Kid x Male! Short! Omega who feels insecure – #1. Your scent is intoxicating

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid x Male! S/O who avoids emotional talks and conflict, but lately his self destructive thoughts lead him to seek comfort from his partner

🛠 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Alpha! Male! Reader – #12. Courting

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law x S/O - Hiding an engagement ring in cake to propose to their partner

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Zoro x Stowaway! Reader - Escaping and hiding from Dr. Vegapunk

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace wanting Reader to join their crew

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid, Crocodile, Sanji, Shanks x S/O using their safeword.

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Toy Maker! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O’s face for the first time

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

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heart-law · 7 months

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DINNER☆ E.Kid x Reader

synopsis: In the middle of kid arguing with his crew his s/o calls him in order to ask if he was going to come home for dinner that night making his crew see a new side of him. tags: eustass kid x gn! reader

warnings : none?? maybe a bit of swearing but nothing too much| a/n: not proof read so if there’s any spelling mistakes im v sorry + english isnt my first language sorry!! ｡(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

“i’m telling you! we shouldn’t go to the new world until we’re—“

Kid pounded his metal arm onto the table, almost breaking it in half gaining a couple sighs and coughs from the crew due to the new created awkward tension. Kids face twisted into a scowl that could intimidate even the fiercest of pirates,his eyes flashed with anger. "I'm the captain here, and I say we're heading to the New World! No more discussions!" he spoke as he stood over his crew waiting for any disagreements.

The meeting room stood silent, the tension was getting stronger by the second, suddenly interrupted by the sound of an incoming call from the transponder snail. The entire crew fell silent, surprised by the sudden interruption. Kid annoyingly picking up the receiver, holding it to his ear.

click

"Hello? what do you want?" he grumbled.

A soft voice echoed through the snail, kid straightening his stance. “kid, it’s me..” Now, kids crew knew he had a s/o, he rarely spoke about them, or his personal life in general in order to not show a vulnerable side of him. “what is it?” he spoke in a gentle tone.

His crew sent each other glances, was this kid? The ruthless captain of their crew?? “just wanted to know if you were coming home for dinner tonight..” his s/o spoke kindly and cheerfully something way different from the way their captain usually spoke. “yes i’ll be there.. wont make you wait too long..” he spoke softly.

He sighed as he ended the call turning around to face his crew once more. “We’re headed to the new world, no more questions i have dinner plans i need to get to.” he stated as he walked out of the room. “yes captain!” they all said in unison, his crew earning more respect for their captain who was more than just a ruthless pirate.

#one piece x reader #eustass x reader #one piece x you #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #kid x reader #kid x you #eustass kid x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece oneshots #one piece drabble #one piece fluff #eustass captain kidd #kid pirates

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yoonavii · 6 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

Gladiator Prince! Eustass x Warrior princess! Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

The morning sun broke through the frosty windows, casting a gentle glow across your chamber. As you stirred from slumber, the maids moved with an air of urgency, bustling about to prepare you for your journey to the Modora Empire. With gentle and swift movements, they greeted you and began the process of transforming you for the day ahead. The first ritual was the snow bath, a tradition deeply rooted in the culture of the Nosta Kingdom. Stepping into the snow was a stark contrast to the warmth of your chamber, and the icy sensation against your bare skin was more biting than usual. But you bore it stoically, understanding its significance as a symbol of purification and readiness.

Emerging from the snow bath, your skin felt invigorated, and you were led to your attire. The dress they chose for you was a masterpiece, meticulously crafted to showcase your heritage and your figure. It bore intricate patterns that told the story of your people, and its design emphasized your strength and grace. With precise strokes, they applied kohl around your eyes, enhancing their allure. The face paint, reminiscent of warrior markings, was an embodiment of your resilience and the strength of your kingdom.

More maids arrived, their nimble fingers weaving through your hair. The elaborate braid they crafted was a work of art, adorned with intricate accessories that held both aesthetic and cultural significance. It was a reflection of your status and the history you carried with you. As the morning's preparations continued, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. Each detail, from the attire to the makeup and the hair adornments, held profound meaning. They were not just ornaments; they were symbols of your identity, your heritage, and the legacy you embodied as the ice princess of Nosta.

Now as you were then brought by the head maid to a dimly lit chamber, two crowns rested upon velvet cushions, each a testament to the authority and power they represented. Your eyes, filled with determination, immediately landed on your late father’s crown. It was a formidable piece, crafted from solid steel and shaped like tall, imposing spikes. Choosing this crown was not just a matter of aesthetics; it was a deliberate declaration. You wanted the Modora Empire to understand that the blood of the former king of the Nosta Kingdom flowed through your veins, and you were not a mere pawn in a political game. You were a ruler with the strength and resolve to defend your people.

The head maid’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she lifted your father’s crown and carefully placed it upon your head. It settled with a weight that served as a constant reminder of the responsibilities that now rested upon your shoulders. You wore it proudly, for it was more than just a piece of metal; it was a symbol of your heritage and your commitment to your kingdom. Outside the castle, the royal council members, their fur cloaks providing a stark contrast to the white landscape, formed two rows to create a path for your departure. Each council member, in their own way, extended a hand to touch you as you passed, their silent farewells a testament to the unity and strength of the Nosta Kingdom. Their touch carried the weight of history, a promise of support as you embarked on this extraordinary journey, ready to face the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

As you turned back for one last look at the castle, a pang of bittersweet emotion welled up within you. It was your home, the place where you had grown up, and now you were leaving it behind for a distant land. The sight of your little brother running toward you, his nanny trailing behind, tugged at your heartstrings. He threw his small arms around you, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clung to you. "Big sister," he sobbed, "I'll miss you so much. I don't want you to go." You knelt down, hugging him tightly, and whispered comforting words in his ear. "Shh, don't cry," you said softly, brushing away his tears. "I promise I'll visit as soon as things settle in the empire. And until then, you have to be strong, okay? Train your body and mind, and one day, you'll become a great and formidable king, just like our father." He nodded earnestly, wiping away his tears, and replied, "I'll try, big sister. I'll make you proud."

With a warm smile, you kissed his forehead and watched as he returned to his nanny's side. It was a difficult farewell, but you knew it was a necessary step on your journey. As you turned to leave, you spotted Trafalgar Law with his sword and a bag of the weapons you had hoped to bring. His presence and his support were a source of comfort, and you couldn't help but smile at him before stepping into the carriage. With a heavy heart but a resolute spirit, you embarked on this journey, leaving behind your home and family, and venturing into the unknown world of the Modora Empire.

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Prince Eustass stood stoically in his expansive room within the Modora Empire, surrounded by a team of maids tasked with removing his armor. The air was filled with an air of formality as the maidens carefully worked to disentangle the intricate pieces from his body. In the midst of this meticulous process, an unintended mishap occurred. The sharp edges of the armor proved unforgiving, resulting in one maid inadvertently cutting her finger. A hushed silence fell over the room as the others quickly suppressed any expression of pain from their wounded companion.

Eustass, seemingly indifferent to the incident, moved away once the armor removal was complete. His room, grand and imposing, rivaled even the size of the emperor’s quarters, befitting his status as the crown prince. The Roman-themed decor, a testament to the Empire’s opulence, had been meticulously designed by the finest architects and decorators at the Empire’s disposal. From his vantage point, Eustass could survey the lands beyond the palace, territories conquered by his father, offering a commanding view of the empire’s dominion.

Suddenly, a torrent of haunting memories flooded Prince Eustass’s mind, a sudden rush of images and screams that transported him to a different time. The vivid recollections of a young boy and his mother in terror overwhelmed his senses, causing him to stumble and eliciting a pained wince. Desperately, he clutched his ears, trying to block out the haunting echoes of the past.

In the room, the maids and servants, bewildered by this unexpected episode, froze in place. Eustass, his voice laced with a mixture of anguish and frustration, barked at them, “GET OUT!” They wasted no time, swiftly evacuating the room, leaving the prince to grapple with the haunting memories that plagued him.

Ever since his time at war, these relentless flashbacks had become a recurring torment, and Eustass found himself grappling with the unsettling question of why these memories continued to haunt him. Alone in his grand chamber, he faced a battle within himself, wrestling with the ghosts of the past that seemed determined to resurface at the most unexpected moments. Frustration boiling over, Prince Eustass seized a nearby amphora vase and hurled it with unrestrained force, the vessel shattering against the wall in a burst of shards. Unbeknownst to him, his father, the emperor, had silently entered the room, observing the display of unbridled emotion.

Furious, thinking a servant had disobeyed his order to stay away, Eustass turned abruptly, ready to reprimand. However, upon realizing it was his father, he swiftly dropped his expression of anger, immediately assuming a posture of deep respect, lowering himself to one knee. Despite the familiarity of their relationship, the emperor demanded the deference owed to his position. Eustass quickly apologized, explaining the misunderstanding and expressing regret for his unintended display of frustration. His father, dismissing the incident with a wave of his hand, chose to sit on Eustass's finely adorned bed, dressed in the richest shades of red fabric. The opulence of the room and the subtle tension between father and son lingered in the air, as the emperor considered his son's tumultuous state.

The Emperor settled on the finely adorned bed, his eyes meeting those of his son with a gravity that bespoke the weight of the forthcoming conversation. Cutting through the air with a directness characteristic of a ruler, he initiated the discussion about the arranged marriage, wasting no time in revealing the underlying reasons. "I won't be around much longer, Eustass," the emperor declared, a stark admission that hung in the room. "The Goddess of Dragons has cast her judgment upon me, a punishment for the relentless attacks and unnecessary bloodshed that marked our past. Our people are suffering, and it's time to make amends."

He continued, the lines etched on his face reflecting the toll of years of rule. "The people of the Nosta Kingdom possess skills that we lack. Their archers are formidable, but it's their expertise in herbalism that holds the key. Their medicines surpass ours in both efficacy and advancement. I've ended the century-long war between us, forging an alliance and establishing trade. Medicine in exchange for peace." The emperor's gaze bore into his son's, a silent plea for understanding and cooperation. "To strengthen this alliance, a marriage between our royal heirs has been arranged. It is a necessary step, Eustass, for the well-being of our people and the future of the empire."

Eustass listened with a mix of shock and composure as his father revealed the true reason behind the arranged marriage. Despite the gravity of the situation, he kept his emotions in check, maintaining a composed front in the presence of the emperor. The emperor, aware of the challenges this union might pose, expressed his concerns about the differences in cultures and traditions between the two kingdoms. However, he affirmed that, for the sake of the alliance and the greater good, the wedding must proceed.

Attempting to lighten the mood, the emperor jestingly warned Eustass to keep his guard up in front of the Nosta princess, playfully suggesting that she might charm him to literal death. Eustass chuckled at the playful admonition, countering with the belief that the princess was probably unappealing. The emperor swiftly corrected him, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Rumors say otherwise, my son. She’s rumored to possess near-extreme beauty, alongside her strength and warrior skills.”

Eustass, caught off guard by this revelation, flustered at the thought, eliciting hearty laughter from his father. The emperor playfully patted him on the shoulder, acknowledging the humorous twist of fate that awaited the crown prince.

“I guess…we’ll see”

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luvrbug · 1 year

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When they have a crush on you

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▸ Characters; Law, Kidd, Luffy

▸ Warnings; GN reader

▸ a/n; my first OP work !!!! im still trying to grasp how to write for them but !!! i hope you all enjoy :] (psst- requests are open!)

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-> LAW

▸ Law refuses to show any emotional vulnerability. So when he realizes that YOU are the one making his emotions go absolutely haywire- its not a good scene.

▸ He cares about you so much. He doesnt form attachments easily, so when he does prepare for him to never let go.

▸ He starts to avoid you. Like, you cannot find him on the polar tang type of avoiding. He's afraid to put you in serious danger, he's wanted by the world covernment, has billions of beri on his head- he couldn't stand to put you in more danger.

▸ Law SAYS he is perfectly content with holding these feelings in until he dies. He is lying. At some point his frustration comes to a head and he just , corners you in the sub after not speaking to you for THREE WEEKS and word vomits all his emotions out while looking like a tomato.

▸ If you accept law is . surprisingly elated. This commitment doesn't feel heavy or scary like he imagined. He's not the biggest fan of PDA but he ABSOLUTELY links pinkies with you when walking around. (bepo, shaichi, and penguin are yall's biggest fans ever. they SO hide in the bushes during the first date and get discovered 😭)

▸ If you reject law .. he'll retreat back into his shell. He was open with you, and now he probably wont be. ever again. Really awkward interactions ensue.

-> KIDD

▸ He's so oblivious to his own emotions !!!!!! He's so mean to you all the time but he's killing anyone who lays a hand on you. He feels nauseous and feverish and embarrassed whenever he's around you but he's anxious and jittery when you're NOT around!

▸ He gets sooo jealous too. you could be like, sitting next to someone and he'll be breaking a tankard in his fist 😭.

▸ HE TRIES SO HARD TO IMPRESS YOU!!! He's smashing someone's face in extra flashily when you look his way. Carrying super heavy objects when youre in his vicinity. showing you all his latest inventions. He's almost like a really aggressive, abrasive puppy waiting on you to praise him.

▸ He probably blurts out all of his feelings when you sit just a little too close after one too many beers. He's raging at you for "making my head all spinny" and "making me feel like im gonna vomit glitter" while Heat and Wire are cackling in the background. Killer has his head in his hands while Kidd continues his drunken rant.

▸ If you somehow manage to wrangle him back to the ship and accept his confession, you will have a clingy, kissy kidd to deal with. He will not let you go. Your post-confession gift is a cranky, hungover kidd.

▸ If you reject him ... Kidd practically explodes. Not at you, but everyone who pisses him off is getting chewed out 10x as bad. He's hurt, and he needs time to tend his wounds. Your friendship will never be the same, but he won't make your life a living hell.

-> LUFFY

▸ Luffy is straightforward, honest, and determined. If he likes you, he'll say it loud and clear. He doesn't exactly know the line between romantic and platonic feelings, so it'll take someone like robin or sanji to clear that up for him.

▸ He is also very physically affectionate. Where you go, luffy goes. You have to practically beg to go to the bathroom alone. Skinny, Tall, Short, Chubby; luffy loves it all! He gomu-gomu no cuddles you constantly.

▸ He doesn't really get jealous. He trusts you! And he knows youre great, so obviously everyone would want to spend time with you! Just make sure he's in your top priorities.

▸ Luffy's confession is in everything he does. He never steals from your plate unless he's given permission, always makes sure you get the best cuts of meat / best quality veggies. He may just suddenly hold you and kiss you if hes in the mood. Luffy is probably on the aro/ace spectrum, so your relationship may be on the platonic spectrum some days + the romantic spectrum some days.

▸ If you turn down all of Luffy's advances, hes naturally a little let down. He won't stop caring about you, but he'll attempt (key word; attempt) to give you space and not be so affectionate. (how could you possibly turn this boy down >:[)

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mvrtaiswriting · 10 months

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So excited for the writing event!!! Can I please request drunk prompt #7 with Zoro or Kid? I think it would be super funny for either of them to be really awkward the next morning after drunkenly kissing someone. Or maybe the reader drunkenly kissed *them* and now they don't know if she actually likes them or not.

Eustass Kid x prompt 7 (drunk prompts) - “did i… did we kiss last night?"

HELLO HELLO! thanks for requesting this i love this psycho bitch so much. hope this meets your expectations eheh this was slightly longer than others cause you know i love my characters to overthink everything just like me <333 enjoy!!

gender neutral reader | 913 words.

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated ♡ if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. -> from this event.

The softness of the blankets was gentle against your skin as you woke up from one of the best nights of sleep you ever had. That, if only the terrible headache that held you hostage in your bed would disappear. Even the tiniest glimpse of light filtering through the curtains was too much to bear - it only made your headache worst. Yet, there wasn't the tiniest residue of energy in your body for you to get up and block out the sun - so you laid in bed, throwing your blanket over your head and waiting for the pain to go away.

Enjoying the quietness of the ship, you closed your eyes trying to remember what had happened the night before - memories of the party came to you in a blur. They flashed before your eyes in a confusing sequences, making it hard to distinguish what really happened from what might have been just a dream. You didn't even remember how you made it to bed - the last thing you remembered was laying against your captain's shoulder, probably too drunk to sit still in your own place.

Yet there was something more to it, a memory that you couldn't quite grasp - a memory that felt more like a feeling, a phantom sensation still washing all over your body. It wasn't the nausea, nor the terrible headache; it was different, it was better.

Grazing your fingers against your lips, memories from the night before became clearer - did you dream it like all those times before? Was it all on your head? Or did you really kiss Eustass Kidd? These questions pounded your head as a subtle anxiety settles into your heart - the room around you starts to spin again, but this time not because of the alcohol. The idea of confessing your feelings to Kidd, to your captain, sent you spiralling - it was only a crush, after all.

Right?

Wrong. It wasn't only a crush - it was shivers down your spine every time his strong hands laid on your shoulders, it was your heart running faster every time he'd fight against an enemy, it was you melting into a stupid puddle every time he'd call you brat or some other stupid nicknames that you really should have minded but never did.

Forcing yourself out of bed, you dragged your body to the kitchen. The insufferable headache you woke up to was now gone, and you definitely needed a good meal and some water. You almost forgot about the whole kiss thing when you heard familiar footsteps made their way to the kitchen. Your fight or flight response was activated immediately, quickly slamming the door of the fridge and ready to leave the room before he could catch you.

"Took your sweet time to get up, uh?"

Kid roared from behind you, making you jump, a small laugh leaving his mouth making him less intimidating. Yet, you could feel his body almost pressed against yours, his taller figure towering you and making you feel ridiculously small even without having to look at him. Nodding in response, you were quick to move away from his trap, taking a few steps back.

"Yes, I.." you stumbled on your words, scratching the back of your head, panic quickly settling into your chest as you try to come up with something.

"Drank too much. I know."

Kidd cut you off, an unusual reassuring smile forming on his lips as he took a bottle of water from the fridge, throwing it at you.

"Don't even know how I made it to bed."

"Anything else you don't remember?"

Kidd asked. What you heard, however, was more similar to the sound of a ticking bomb about to explode.

"Don't think so." You chuckled, praying you were right - that there was nothing else to remember from the night before, that you didn't stupidly spread on top of him and slurred god knows what to him. Kidd only nodded in response, looking somewhat disappointed - there were no jokes, no sarcastic remarks, no angsty comment. Just an uncomfortable silence and an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"Kidd?" you called, causing him to turn towards you once again. He only raised an eyebrow in response, waiting for you to continue

"Did I.. did we kiss last night?"

You finally blurted out, your words rolling off your tongue before you could think it all through. Kidd's features immediately softened, his usual cockiness coming back to surface.

"What if we did?", he barked back, staring up and down at you.

Crossing his arms across his chest, he laid against the doorframe of the kitchen as the most annoying smirk appeared on his face - this was fun, seeing you blushing like a teenager without being able to look at him.

"I don't know. Sorry, stupid question."

You tried to brush it off, faking a smile and waving him goodbye - you just wanted to run, wash off the horrible wave of embarrassment and just forget about the whole thing. Kidd, however, was not really thinking about letting you go. His hands were quick to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to him. In a fraction of seconds he had you trapped in his embrace, your body pressed against his muscular chest.

"Want to give it another try?" he whispered, one of his hands already cupping your cheek whilst the one lazily slid down to the small of your back.

"If it wasn't that memorable, I must make up for it."

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matchadobo · 7 months

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KIDD; doing his shaving for him

warning/s: all fluff!, gn!reader, kidd being cheeky

of course, kidd refuses to have facial hair

so when a stubble grows out or the roots start budding, he'd opt to start shaving

you were curious when you two first got together, why his beard never grows out

so you one day peeked inside the bathroom to see him shave

you see him so focused, eyes directed at the mirror where he meticulously cleaned off the remaining soap with a razor blade

yes he uses a razor blade, not a razor

he's so skillful about it tho it's hot

seeing him so focused makes you twirl your hair and bite your lip, smiling like an idiot because why is he so attractive?

his brows furrowed as he attempts to symmetrically clean off the foam

"what're you peekin' for, munchkin face?" he'd raise a brow, side eyeing you but is still steadily cleaning off half of the soap on his jaw

you'd reply, "anyone ever told you you're soooo handsome?" swooning like a princess

he'd break out a grin, his smile making him stop his routine to get a hold of himself

"fuck outta here, you flirt." he'd say that through gritted teeth but he's definitely smiling

but of course, that was code for keep going

and so you did keep on making side comments about how attractive he is until he finished

so the next time he does shave, he'd let you do it

he hands you the blade and says, "cmon, since you love seein me all dolled up."

you'd be scared at first, since it's a blade and you might end up hurting or scaring him

but he replied, "scar me? go ahead, bet it'd make me look sexier, aye?"

you'd sigh in defeat but deep inside, you really wanna do try it

so you sat yourself up on the sink, opened up your legs and arms and gestured for him to go in between

he'd put his arms on your side, at the sink's surface to get closer to you

this time, you were in the same height as him

he'd smile cheekily when your faces get close and it'd end up as an exchange of fits of laughter

you first grab the foamy soap, applying some on your hands and spreading it on his lower cheeks to his jaw and chin

you'd revel on how cute he looks with all the soap fluffing up his face

you'd rub his cheeks with your thumbs, making funny figures and laughing at how goofy he looks

"ready? don't go bleedin' my face off." he'd taunt you as you raise up the blade

you'd ignore him and went right on, carefully sliding the blade across his snowy skin

you'd be sooo focused, brows furrowing, lips pressing together cuz you don't want to go too deep and scar him!

but he on the other hand was downright eating you up with those damn eyes

amber orbs admiring every pore and detail of your face as a smile seemingly makes it way to his lips and you proceed to nag him to keep still: how your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how your irises move in a gradual up and down motion each time you move on to another portion, how your tongue peeks out from time to time when you get too into it, how your nose sometimes scrunch when you feel like you're gonna fuck up, how you tilt your head a bit when he moves a bit too much and the touch of your fingers sends his heart in a chase

you're gonna feel it and start growing red

you'd take a minute but he still admires how you blush over it

you'd fan yourself and he ends up laughing

but when you get back on track, boy does he not stop staring you down

he'd hit you back with the, "anyone ever told you you're so damn attractive?" gazing down as you hide your face

the entire time, you'd continue on your task while trying to regulate your heart and cheeks

once you finish and let him wash up, he'd playfully inspect your craft but praise you afterward

"pretty decent for a blushin' mess like you."

ever since then, he'd call on you to shave for him, insisting you have to be the one to do it for him

aaaaah idk why but a man shaving looks so attractive 🥺

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akashababy · 5 months

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Worst generations react to their s/o kissing him but the running away

Luffy

Luffy might be taken aback at first when his significant other kisses him unexpectedly and then flees.

His initial response would probably be one of perplexity because he might not fully comprehend their escape. Given his reputation for being open and truthful about his feelings, Luffy might ask aloud why they fled in order to show his surprise.

But Luffy is also an adventurous and driven individual. He was confused, but he wasn't going to let it stop him for long. Any residual confusion would be swiftly dispelled, and he would embark on a mission to locate his true love.

Luffy would follow his loved ones wherever they went because he was determined to keep them safe and with him.

Luffy would utilize his special skills and cunning to find his true love during his quest. Luffy would go to tremendous lengths to find his crewmates, whether it meant stretching and reaching far-off places with his rubber powers or asking for assistance from them.

Luffy would probably be honest and forthright in his expression of feelings when he eventually caught up to his significant other.

He would tell them how much he loved and appreciated their affection, even though he was taken aback by their unexpected kiss. As he reassures them that he's not upset or angry but rather thrilled and content to have experienced their kiss, Luffy's straightforward personality comes through.

Luffy's response would ultimately be a mixture of bewilderment, tenacity, and genuine love. In the end, his desire to be with his significant other and his love for them would win out because he would make it obvious that he wanted to carry on their journey together.

Zoro

Compared to other characters, Zoro's response would probably be a little different when his significant other kisses him unexpectedly and then flees. Zoro may be taken aback by the sudden show of affection at first because of his reputation for being stoic and practical.

Zoro might stand there for a while, trying to take in what has just happened and feeling a little shocked. He could scowl, a little taken aback by their abrupt departure. But Zoro was a man of action, so he wouldn't linger on it for long. He would probably take a moment to gather his thoughts and assess the situation before pursuing them.

Zoro would use his practicality after he had a chance to regain his bearings. He would calmly evaluate the circumstances and attempt to figure out why his partner had run off after sharing a kiss. Zoro would attempt to address the situation with a cool-headed approach because he doesn't tend to draw conclusions or assume anything.

Then Zoro's loyalty and resolve would come into play. He would realize that he wants to find his significant other and deal with the situation, even though he might not express it right away. He would embark on a quest to find them, using his keen sense of direction and gut feelings to guide him.

Zoro would probably approach his significant other with his customary directness when he eventually caught up to them. He might ask them why they left after kissing him, expressing his confusion.

Although Zoro is not one for dramatic emotional outbursts, he would make it clear that he wants to comprehend their behavior and clear up any miscommunications.

Zoro would ultimately respond with a combination of pragmatism, tenacity, and a desire for honest dialogue. In an effort to maintain their relationship and get clarification on their actions, he would make an effort to have an open discussion with his significant other.

Law

Law's significant other would probably catch him off guard if they kissed and then abruptly left. Given Law's reputation for having a somber and stoic manner, he would undoubtedly be surprised and mildly confused by this unexpected move.

Initially, Law may experience a mixture of shock, perplexity, and possibly even a little irritation because he usually prefers direct and uncomplicated communication. But behind his tough exterior, Law is a protective and caring person.

Law would react to the situation and take a moment before acting. His priority would be to make sure his partner was secure and not in any danger. Law would locate his partner quickly to make sure everything was okay, using his tactical knowledge and quick thinking.

Law would approach his significant other calmly but firmly once he located them. He would say how worried he was about their abrupt departure and ask them why. Law would encourage his partner to be open and honest about their feelings and thoughts because he values transparency and honesty in communication.

Law would be sincerely interested in knowing the motivations behind his significant other's actions, even though he might not express them in public. When needed, he would provide comfort and assurance while listening intently. Depending on the discussion that comes next, Law may wish to set limits or cooperate with him to improve their relationship.

To sum up, Law would express a mixture of surprise and worry when his significant other kissed him and then ran off. He would find them quickly, have an honest discussion with them to better understand their behavior, and make sure they were safe.

Kidd

Kidd would probably react with a mix of shock and annoyance if his significant other kissed him and then abruptly left. Given Kidd's impulsive and hot-tempered nature, he is susceptible to being taken by surprise and experiencing strong emotions.

Kidd may initially experience a wave of rage or annoyance at the abrupt parting. He detests games and imprecise communication and values directness. But beneath his rough exterior, Kidd is a loving family man who might genuinely worry about his partner's welfare.

As soon as Kidd gathers himself, he will respond quickly. He would locate his partner and confront them about their behavior using his magnetic abilities. Kidd wouldn't hesitate to voice his emotions, so he would insist on an explanation for their abrupt departure.

Kidd may be direct and honest during the exchange, voicing his dissatisfaction or disappointment. He may, however, become a little more sensitive if he senses that his partner is truly afraid or distressed. He would want to make sure they were safe and find out why they were acting the way they were.

Kidd may respond differently depending on the explanation that is provided. If it's just a harmless joke or misunderstanding, he might tell them how annoying he is and advise them not to do it again. But Kidd might be open to having a more serious discussion to address the worries and work through them together if there are more serious underlying issues.

In conclusion, Kidd would experience a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and worry in response to his significant other kissing him and taking off. He would find them quickly and demand an explanation, stressing the value of direct and honest communication. Even though Kidd might react harshly at first, he might change his strategy based on the situation and his partner's wellbeing.

Killer

Killer's response would probably be a mix of surprise, bewilderment, and worry if he witnessed his significant other kissing him and then escaping. Because of his complicated and reticent personality, Killer finds it hard to accept sudden acts of kindness or affection.

At first, Killer might stop in shock, attempting to process what has just transpired. The unexpected kiss might surprise him because he may not be used to being touched. He could be confused at first, wondering why his partner would kiss him and then take off.

Killer may have conflicting feelings as he attempts to make sense of what has happened. He might feel vulnerable or yearning on the one hand because the kiss might have triggered emotions he finds hard to articulate on the other. However, if he has trouble comprehending his partner's motivations, he might also feel a hint of irritation or frustration at their abrupt departure.

After collecting himself, Killer would probably make a concerted effort to find his partner. He may, however, take a more measured and nuanced approach than someone like Kidd. Because Killer is good at observation and stealth, he would use these skills to locate his partner covertly.

Killer may keep his cool when he eventually catches up to them. He would want to know the significance of the kiss and the motivation behind their actions. In order to determine their true intentions and level of concern for him, he may pose pointed questions.

The way they explain it will determine how the killer responds. Should the kiss have been an amusing or loving gesture, he might have softened a little and allowed himself to feel the same way. But Killer's guard would go back up, and he would emotionally distance himself if there were more serious underlying issues or if the kiss was intended to trick or manipulate him.

In conclusion, Killer would experience shock, bewilderment, and worry if his significant other kissed him and fled. He would locate them using his cunning and speak with them to learn more about their goals. Depending on how they explained it, he would either allow himself to feel the same way in return or, if there were trust issues, withdraw emotionally.

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