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no yandere tropes or anything violent/abusive
no race specific nor gender specific (in this case, i only write for gn and afab) nor appearance specific nor age specific or generally something-specific SJASDDJSAJ
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i mostly write for kidd, but i'm willing to try and write for these characters. these are the only characters i will accept for requests: (these may subject to change)
fantasy tropes are welcomed! i especially love writing for these, you can check my past hcs for reference (although i don't write for hybrids/minks/fishman/furries, it's uncomfortable for me)
smut and/or suggestive themes are also welcomed
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colorings
sasaki to miyano
kaeya, diluc, and zhongli
dr. vegapunk/york
izou of ringo
why so serious?
the king of the underworld
raitei no yoroi
hibari and kujaku
BEELZEBUB; Hurry... Quickly... Please... Kill me. As brutally... and... as hideously as you can.
QIFREY; o, rushing waves... bring to me the one i seek
hcs and scenarios (NOT UPDATED)
all my writing are catered to fem readers unless mentioned otherwise
KIDD; it all started with a drink
ACE; guitar
KIDD; make me pretty, aye?
KIDD; bet
KIDD; 9 things i hate about you
KIDD; how does eustass kidd propose?
KIDD; kidd as a father
KIDD; coming home to you
KIDD; eustass kidd as a college student
KIDD; 3 times he almost said i love you and 1 time he actually did
SHANKS; bathing with the emperor on a hot summer day🔞
ok me apologizing for being gone for so long is getting too damn old, that's because this semester is actually hardfucking me 😭 1st sem was legit free trial that's why i had plenty of time to write back then LMAOAOAOOAAOS but now i'm dying af 😩😤
but yeah, college got pretty real and hectic. i miss my baby sm so i made a story for him 😘 i have only published five chapters but i've been writing now for upto the 8th chapter. i'm very proud of this and of course i want to share it to you guys if yall are still interested 🥰 feel free to check it out in ao3 under the same username that i have here
for those who stuck around, thank you sm i love you all 😍
Kid wasn’t the sentimental type. He lived for the moment, savoring experiences when he felt like it and letting them drift away when he didn’t. Yet, standing on the deck of the Victoria Punk, the scent of the ocean and the crisp night air stirred something in him - a memory of you. That night, where all his pent-up emotions spilled over, leaving him raw and unguarded.
He sighed, gazing at the endless expanse of stars, recalling the way you felt beneath him, the way you sounded, the way you surrendered to him completely.
“You feel amazing,” you moaned as he thrusted inside you. Kid was surprisingly gentle, knowing that he could snap at any moment, making his movements erratic to the point when you couldn’t walk the next day.
“I can make you feel more than that,” he growled as he pinned you down on his red, fluffy coat, taking in your half-lidded stare at his face, exposing your neck which he gladly kissed with the goal of leaving a hickey, a mark as a memory for the night you were his.
Kid adjusted his weight and slowly kissed you down the bottom of your throat to the valley of your breasts, briefly biting each nipple before he continued his decent. When he reached his goal - your pretty pussy right in front of him, he smirked and traced your inner curves and folds delicately with his lips then slowly infiltrated you with his tongue exploring you with expertise that left you desperate for more.
You arched your back, wrapping your feet around his neck, silently begging him for more. Kid sucked you as his tongue did wonders inside. His tight grip on your wrists was long gone, for now both hands were spreading your legs apart wide enough for his head to be in between. Once he took his tongue out, he continued sucking your clit, wanting to hear you scream his name louder, enough for everyone in that damn inn to hear.
When you hit your climax, Kid greedily licked you, slurping up each drop and looked up, giving you a small smirk.
“You’re my favorite flavor.” He whispered into your center. His hot breath made you shiver as he let your thighs, looking at them satisfied to see bruises forming.
Crawling up over you on all fours, his coat now damp with sweat and remaining juices that dripped down your thighs, he hovered above you, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making your head spin.
here it is! it's 2 days late but this is my short fic for kidd's birthday :)
it's been so long since i whipped up something for him, it's just about nurse!reader x firefighter!kidd. i legit just had the brilliant idea of this and decided to write this in just a week 🤣 there's a lot of mutual pining here and it's just an amalgamation of my fantasies coming true ><
here's the link to the fic, it would be really nice if you guys could check it out bcuz i'm pretty proud of it :)
can you pls do the "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire" but with pegging! >:D
KIDD; switching roles?
words: 1589
dialogue: "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire."
warning/s: no actual p3gging it's just suggestive in here :), fem reader, nsfw 🔞
eustass kidd has always and will always be the dom. ever since you two met, he had always carried himself with much assertion. always the abrasive one, refusing to be second to nothing nor to no one. and you find that hot, really hot when he takes the lead befitting of a captain of his ship. or when he's got everything covered and taken care of and all that's left for you to do is sit pretty in his lap. or when he knows how to put you on your place with just one glance.
that's why even now that you two got together, it had always been like that. you're not one to be docile, which is one of the things he loved about you, but it feels nice to be under his command. to be under him and act according to him. and you two agreed to it. he likes to always be in charge so it's no problem.
but all it takes is for you to take his place and he suddenly sees the world in a different lens. neither had you two to thought about it but what if you were the dom for once?
a knot got stuck in kidd's throat and he was a coughing mess when your body pressed way too hard onto his back and you caged him from behind with both of your arms by the bar table just as the ship jolted. and then it suddenly smelled like burning charcoal. it's that fucking engine again acting up.
kidd was steaming. the grip on the handle of his mug was about to break apart from how hard he was holding it. because it's as if a switch flipped in his head and he was rock fucking hard it was actually painful keeping it in his pants.
it began when you were just taking a stroll on the victoria, near the bar and kidd was settled on one of the stools, having a drink for himself.
"killer! can you make me a mojito?" killer who was busy wiping off the mugs he previously washed gave you a cordial nod, setting the mugs down to get on with your request. you passed by your captain, both of you minding your own business.
"maaan, i've been on that carburetor for a while now. i'm exhausted." you sighed stretching to reach the skies as your sides hurt.
"yeah, i'll get that changed up when we dock at some port." kidd responded, taking a sip of his scotch. he figured you just returned from fixing up the ship engines and remembered he also had to fix something up too.
"well get on with it, unless you want a rollercoaster of a ship." you huffed, leaning by the ship railings to have a whiff of the salty, sea breeze. "i somehow made it viable until tomorrow, just enough for your birthday, love."
"here's the mojito, name." killer called out, placing your glass next to kidd.
as you were approaching to get it, the ship jolted and you lost balance. you had to grab support, almost toppling over as you caged kidd on his seat with your hands by his sides placed on the high table of the bar.
"it's fucking up again?! for fuck's sake i told you ruffians to clean up the oil otherwise the ship will jolt." you berated the rookies who had just emerged from the engine room.
at that moment, kidd looked over you and the world stopped once again for him. he took in the sight of you with dried up grime and sweat. minor swipes of soot in your cheeks down to your neck. kidd could smell you, the tiredness and the sweltering of your body. it somehow fucked him up no matter how disgusting it sounds.
"i'll take care of it fast, yeah?" you told kidd before placing a kiss on his cheek. already barking out commands on what to do and who must do it as you headed down the engine room.
kidd had a good amount of silence on the outside but his head was fucking screaming, whining at the thought of you. you were so fucking hot. what if you were the one barking orders at him? you take charge for once and put him in his place? this must be what you feel towards him all the time. desperately want to be told what to do.
kidd shook his head and laughed dumbly, as if he'd ever admit all of that.
"something the matter, kidd?" killer broke out, sensing his bestfriend in the middle of a warzone despite the quiet demeanor he projects. "missing name so soon?"
"shut up, killer." kidd said through gritted teeth.
"i have never found you in such a helpless situation that you actually had a boner because name got too close." killer snorted, he had to put the mugs down because of how he was laughing too much.
kidd grew annoyed that he was right, he had to excuse himself to his quarters just to take care of his mess. that is until you caught him pleasuring himself on your side of the bed when a couple of hours had passed.
"hey baby i'm finally do...ne." you almost tripped over yourself, barging in only to see kidd's head thrown so far back, his grip on his cock tight as he drowned in the smell of your pillow. it didn't even seemed like he heard you. you kicked the door shut silently, feeling ecstatic at the sight of him like this.
"f-fuck! what the fuck, name?!" kidd hid himself with the comforter, burning red at the sight of you before him as you crossed your arms with a nasty grin on your face. "how long have you been there?! coulda gave me a heads up or some shit, fuckin' hell." kidd was blurting out curses one after the other, but really, he was just flustered.
"i could very well leave the damn engines to one of my guys and have a little break ourselves, but what made you so selfish enough to keep all the fun to yourself?" you pulled your sweaty shirt off your body and tossed it elsewhere in his room.
kidd gulped, because somehow he sees you differently. like you're assertive and it made more blood rush to his cock it felt like it'd implode. he couldn't do anything but gawk at you, eyes trailing down your sweaty breasts glistening from the faintly lit lamp beside him.
you knelt down and flipped your hair behind you. normally, kidd would grab a fistful of it and start fucking your throat. but kidd was anything but normal, he melted when you got busy slurping him up. all he could do was bury his face in your pillow. it made you let go and confront him about it.
"hey, is everything okay?" you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. you tapped on his lap but he still wouldn't respond. "are you sulking because i've been busy? sorry, bab-"
"it ain't fuckin' that." he said through the muffled pillow. you sat at the same edge of the bed to face him. "forget it." he stood up and pulled his pants up, he was still hard but he walked it off to the bathroom.
you caught his wrist and tried pulling him back. "kidd, baby, let's talk. we haven't had the chance to today, love. come on, please?" you pulled him a little more before he finally gave in and had sat beside you. "just tell me what's wrong."
"i'm still hard. i wasn't gettin' turned on , you know why? because you want me to fuck you. and i want you to fuck me." he blurted out, cheeks embarrassingly as crimson as his hair. "t-that thing you brought up a while back, p-pegging was it." he refused to look you in the eye as he said with crossed arms.
you tried fighting off the smile in your lips as you pressed them together so as to not embarrass him. "so you finally want to give it a shot, huh? what's the big idea about it?"
"see this is why i wanna shut up abou-" he was about to stand up in annoyance but you laughed a little and pulled him once more.
"alright alright. we won't get into the details." you kept the laugh in you but your smile still is very much wide. "i'll just take a shower and we'll do something about it-"
"no." kidd finally looked at you, vehement in his protest.
"what do you mean no?" you tilted your head in perplexity.
"bathe after we do it or somethin'." he looked away again, ears red as fuck. then you got it, like a bell rung in your ears.
"okay, you know what? this new side of you couldn't have come to light at a better time because," you bent down to reach for a box underneath the bed, still on your side.
you unearthed a black box and it was full of strap ons and what ever else women use to dom and the like. "this is your present for tomorrow!"
kidd felt faint, he felt like he was gonna die. from the colossal size of those dildos to the handcuffs and other freaky devices he had no idea what's the use for. but his cock was way too excited for it. "a word from you about this and i'll set you on fire."
thank you for the request anon! i hope i atleast did your req justice TT 🌷
omg i think i kinda fumbled this one :c i really dk how to write pegging LMAOFOAOFSFSH maybe i'll try again with another post lmk if i should make a part 2 TT
happiest bday to my baby, my wife, my husband, my daddy🌷 his fic is boutta come soon istg
if you're interested for my 500 follower event, it's still open for requests you can check out this post
wc: 1873
summary: the incorporation of the dish bibingka and putobumbong which brings people together during simbang gabi
warning/s: this is so very fluff huhuhu very wholesome, fem reader, filipino!reader x exchange student!kidd, getting together fic
note: there's a song that's very fitting for the simbang gabi theme of this story, it's better if you guys take a listen on spotify while reading hehehe, it'll just make the reading experience better <3
simbang gabi is a tradition in the philippines where nine consecutive masses before christmas is attended in preparation of the holiday itself. there's also a superstitious belief that once you complete the series of masses, you can have one wish that could possibly come true.
"but... kidd." you impishly chuckled, baffled that he would ever ask it. "you don't believe in god, right?"
"don't worry about it."
so why does eustass kidd want to go with you?
you met kidd at the first year of your college and you've been friends ever since. he was an exchange student from scotland. you guys are now at the fourth year, one last semester left and he'll plan to go back to his country. atleast that's what he initially planned.
kidd ain't no catholic. if anything, he's an atheist. he never really considered the complex that is religion. not until killer mentioned something that interested him.
"the fuck did you say?"
"nine masses and a wish comes true. must be why name's always occupied around this time of year." killer read out from his phone, an article he just passed by.
kidd was left wondering what it could be that your wishing for. cuz he's got one wish himself he desperately wants to come true. as delusional as it may be, he might wanna give this one a shot. as opposed to his usual apathy towards this stuff.
so for the first time in a while, he was patient. he was patient when he waited for you out your door as you get dressed up for the mass. he was patient as he sat through the mass with all the scrutiny of its ceremonies. he was patient hearing the earful about this jesus you guys love so much.
in the philippines—when 'our father' is sung, people in intimate connections, such as family or couples, hold hands with their hands raised chest level. but with the state of your relationship, your hands were just precarious against each other. your thumb brushing by his pinky from time to time. there was one time when couples where sitting a pew before you and it was pretty fucking awkward having to not do the same as them.
because kidd isn't exactly your boyfriend, nor was he a 'manliligaw' or a suitor in philippine tradition. he never made it explicit that he was into you, because he was, so fucking embrassingly at that. why else would he put up with this?
"are you sure you're okay with this? we have like, 4 more masses to go." you mumbled to him while walking back to your house, feeling anxious if he maybe regretted all this. he always leaves his motorbike at your house because he wanted to walk home with you, even if he could very well just go straight to the church with it.
"i've gone to 5 already, no point backin' down. think i can't handle it?"
you chuckled, of course he treats it like a challenge. but you're glad, somehow he appreciates it in his own bizarre way.
"what's that? why's there a damn line?" kidd looked over the other side of the street across the church, a small line of people beside a small shack at the sidewalk.
small bands of smoke emanating from the brightly lit shack decorated with festive christmas lights. your eyes lit up and kidd felt his heart beat a little faster this time. which didn't help because you instinctively held his wrist and dragged him across the street to go at back of the line.
"i haven't had these in a while, can we go have a little detour before we go home?" you looked up at him with excited eyes and a bright smile brighter than the alternating hues of the christmas lights in his periphery. he furrowed his brows and pretend to look over the shack to see what's going on.
"just make it quick." he grumbled. but he secretly wanted more time with you so it's in favor with him. besides, it smells nice and he was curious to try it. what are you even so excited about?
what you had in your hand was a dish that will soon be reminded of kidd of your smile before the brightly lit church during this particular time in the evening. it was plated in banana leaf, four pieces of sticky, violet rice cakes shaped in thin cylinders stuck close to each other. the other dish cooked from an earthen oven, encased in a similar manner as the other and attributed a fluffy, yellow appearance.
it smelled nice and different. you invited kidd to sit by the low stone fences by the sidewalk to eat for a while.
"it's called bibingka." you pointed to the yellow dish on your lap, "and putobumbong." then to the purple dish on your lap. "it always sells out during simbang gabi, give it a shot."
kidd was a bit relcutant as he watched you pour a brown sugar packet over putobumbong, which you later told him was a muscovado. it made the dish sweeter because it's pretty bland without it.
you wrapped the banana leaf on the lower half of the putobumbong, leaving room for kidd to bite onto. you offered it to him for him to eat it himself but he instead put his hand over your grip, pulling the food closer with your hands touching as he gave it a taste. your heart hitched a little.
you anticipated his reaction, looking for any signs of distaste.
"do you like it? is it too bland? it's okay if you don-"
"i do." kidd snatched the food off your grip, realizing he just touched hands with you. "get your own if you wanna." he continued munching without sparing you a glance.
you just watched him with a silent chuckle, "leave room for bibingka, you still hadn't tasted it. i personally like this more, by the way."
"cuz of the cheese ontop, aye?" kidd asked, recognizing the burnt melted cheese sitting ontop of the fluffy pastry. "i get the feeling i'd like this purple shit more."
you chuckled, it'd always be the opposite with kidd. you'll like what he doesn't and he'll like what you don't. he's a sponty and you're a planner. you're reserved and he's flamboyant.
he ended up liking both and couldn't decide. he went to buy for more and you just waited by the fence. you watched him eat and stuff himself with it, saying it's his dinner.
"you know, i appreciate you going out of your way to do these masses. you don't have to but you still did." you grew a bit shy, fumbling on the hem of your sweater sleeves. the mellow jose mari chan songs playing from the nearby stall of cheistmass foods.
"the fuck you on about?" he spoke through a full mouth, a scowl on his face. "we still got 4 more days, too early to thank me."
he walked you home, like every other night he does. kidd's the type to walk on the outer part of the sidewalk, mainly because he says he's getting squeezed against the inner edge when he walks on the opposite side. but he really just wanna be a liiiittle protective of you.
"what did you wish for?" you muttered as you two waited for the oncoming car to pass by before crossing the street.
"think that's between the big guy up there and me, what's you gotta do with it?" a grin tugged at his lips, discerning eyes that made you blush.
"pft, since when did you talk to Him?"
kidd waited to get home to answer you. your family decided to invite him and killer for christmas, because their famileis are all the way back in scotland to celebrate with them. plus, they're all quite fond of kidd, calling him your 'manliligaw' and the like.
"you wanna know what i wished for?" you two sat down by your porch, waiting for midnight to celebrate and eat. kidd popped open a bottle of tanduay ice and handed one to you and another soon to himself.
"thought it's gonna be a secret." you chugged on the bottle, the crawling icy feeling branching down your chest. "come on, what is it?"
"i like you, name."
your grip on the bottle tightened and you almost choked on the liquor, wondering if you already got drunk with one sip. you looked at him in disbelief, waiting for some sort of explanation after the bomb he just dropped.
"what? didn't you hear me? do i have to translate it to filipino?" he chuckled a little, sipping on his beer at his nervousness.
"n-no, you idiot. w-what?!" your voice toning up a notch at the last bit.
"i wished to hold your hand starting this christmas, be with you from now on. as much of a stupid fantasy as it sounds, i'm staring to doubt going back to scotland cuz i wanna be with your sweet ass. i've had the best 4 years of my life, and it's all with you. embarrassingly." he snorted a little, hiccuping already with how much he's downing one bottle.
"'s why i tried giving this damn thing a shot, cuz maybe it'd come true." he continued, "i'll go back home to work at my papa's, he's got a mechanic shop there. he plans to hand it all to me so why not start early. i just wanna get all this out of my chest before graduation."
you were stunned, at a loss for words from his unexpected confession. you half expected it out of him but as it finally happened before you, it was almost a dream. yet you somehow couldn't say anything else, you felt like your tongue got cut.
"yeah sorry for makin' it damn awkward, i'll maybe jus-"
"hey, look up." you blurted out. he spared you a look as you finally said something and looked up afterward. "you did one of my traditions so why don't we do one of yours?"
hanging by the apex of the central entryway of your porch was a mistletoe, you chuckled thinking killer put it there himself. of course he would. kidd thought the same and fought off the grin spreading on his lips.
"go on, i'm waiting." you smiled at him, turning a little to the side to face him. you shut your eyes, waiting for him to get on with it.
but kidd wouldn't let you feel so slick after being the flustered one. kidd was quick to grab the back of your head to pull it close to his, stopping mid way where you can feel his breath so close yet the absence of his lips left you panting.
"god works fast, doesn't he?" he said one last time, licking his lips before finally crashing his lips to you. you can taste the residual muscovado on the corner of his lips.
kidd smiled through the kiss, feeling your lips quiver a little at how good he's handling you. he already had a hand behind the small of your back, pressing you closer to his frame.
"i like you too, if it's still isn't obvious."
"guess wishes do come true, brat."
OMG
i've currently started a fic on the 6th for kidd's birthday but since it's multichaptered, i still haven't finished it! i hope to finish it before i go back to college in the 20th </3 it's a fully fleshed out fic for about 10 chapters which i'm finishing before i upload all of it because i know damn well i ain't finishing that shit if i upload one by one TT
ANYWAYS i joined this cookbook event and oughta implement a filo dish and the tradition during simbang gabi but the event holder deactivated :c so i assume the event is cancelled. but i have already created this way before christmas hehehe i was just thinking if i should still post this but since it's my baby's birthday today i'd better release it <3
my fellow filo moots! pls don't hesitate to interact c: siraulo den aq teh magbonding tayo <3
also my event is still ongoing mkaaayyy, i'll also upload one request fitting for my captain's birthday hihihi here's the event masterpost link
👋 for the 3rd dialogue of hurt to comfort, can you write it like when y/n is insecure about themself and they don't feel comfortable enough to sleep 🔞 with Kid (IYKYK 😉). i really like how you write hurt to comfort 💙 thank you, cha!
wc: 1793
dialogue: "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."
warning/s: semi-nsfw (bc there's no p in v)🔞, lotsa foreplay, established bf/gf, virgin reader, fem reader, soft but k1nky kidd ;)
you and kidd have been together for a while now but you still hadn't open up the sex talk with him. but that's because of two things: you're a virgin and you're insecure about it. he had never really pressured you into doing it. if anything, he's been nothing but so respectful about it.
but when make outs get too heated and you two badly needed to destress that one time, it all boiled down to you on the verge of having a panic attack.
"hey, it's alright." despite his usually coarse approach, his tone was gentle as he held your face in his hands. "i kinda went too far. my bad, bonnie. we can stop 'ere, yeah?" he ruffled your hair to apologize.
moments ago, he subconsciously clipped your bra off and then your breasts came loose. you then consequently squealed and pulled away.
"n-no, you shouldn't have to." you said through shaky breaths, disheveled locks, and swollen lips. "i'm sorry, kidd. you probably think you're the unluckiest man in the world with a girlfriend like this." you covered your face, fighting off your tears as you tried getting off his lap. but he fixed you in place and yanked your hands off your face so he could look at you properly.
"hey. oi look at me." kidd started. "piss off with that crap. we talked about this. we're fuckin' if you wanna. and you know, i like it this way. somethin' new, right? 's like a challenge and i'm no loser." he poked your chin playfully. you know he was just trying to lighten up the mood but you already feel so bad depriving him of this.
"no but, what about you? you're... hard." you two looked over his boner. you were sat on his lap so you could see it very well.
"what do you wanna do then?" kidd's tone was mischevious and you already knew why. you were silent. kidd held up his laugh but gave up immediately. "...i'm just kiddin'. we can do somethin-"
"no!"
"now you're just confusin' the hell out of me."
"i'm insecure about how i look. i-i think i won't look good when i'm all... naked before you. i just don't think i'd make you feel good because you won't like how my body will looks." you looked away, trying to find the right words because you felt really small and embarrassed talking about this.
kidd blankly stared at you before bursting into laughter. he couldn't breathe really, it's all so fucking crazy to him all he could do was laugh.
"is that all?" he asks, holding your hand after and placing it above his boner. "cuz this is what you do to me, bonnie. if you would just know how i think about you, how i fuckin' fantasize each night about you, it's criminal." he watched how shaky your eyes got, not taking his eyes off of you as he palmed himself with your hand simultaneous with his words.
"k-kidd i..."
"and i've been waitin', for a damn long time for you to say it. to say you want it. you want to do it with me." he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his firm grip remained in yours as he continued with his filthy act using your hand.
"everytime i look at you with your cute little skirts, when you wear clothes around me that show a little too much skin, or when you become a little too needy during kisses." he started giving you kisses up to your neck, precarious on where your quickening pulse resides.
"hell even when you wear these ragged shirts, i lust over you." kidd pulled away and chuckled to himself, he soon met your eyes with a dark haze on them. "and you're worried about shit like that? insecure about what? i don't fuckin' get it. did you forget why i had a crush on you?"
you blinked at him, cheeks so hot you had to fan yourself. "i-i don't know i gained some weight lately, w-would you still like that?" you kept your head down, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. "i don't love it, okay? you might be getting annoyed but the truth is, i'm really scared of how you'll react. i don't want to disappoint you."
kidd sighed. running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. he's not annoyed at you or anything. he's frustrated that you still feel like this even if he sees you as a fucking goddess. he doesn't wanna force you onto it, he wants to do it with you on your own volition. he's fine taking care of it, he's got a pretty wild imagination.
but it doesn't sit right with kidd that you feel like shit when he can do something perfectly well about it. it just rides on you if you'll push through.
"show it to me." kidd blurted out, leaning back with his arms. "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."
you were a bit confused but your heart wasn't. it's as if kidd always knows what to say to make you feel this way.
"hm? cmon, i don't like waitin'." kidd raised a brow to see you still frozen. "or do you want me to do it for you?"
"e-eh? what- hey!" kidd wasted no time carrying you bridal style out of his lap and headed to the other side of his room where a wall mirror resides. he finally placed you down for you to stand up.
"just gimme a squeal if you wanna stop, otherwise i'd keep going." kidd stood behind you, reaching over to hold the hem of your shirt on both hands before raising it. when he exposed your torso you immediately pulled his arm back down.
"k-kidd?! what the fuck?!"
"i wanna do somethin' about that insecurity of yours, trust me on this. do you trust me?"
you looked at him with shaky eyes, but he just smiled at you. knowing you'd agree. so you took a deep breath and trusted him, like you always had.
kidd had always shown you the world. the amount of hesitance you had matched the daringness he had. it was perfect really, you prevent him from getting too carried away and he prevents you from missing out on having fun. so whatever he had planned right now, it would be scary for you but kidd wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you.
kidd began pulling your shirt over your head, tossing your shirt somewhere in his room afterward. you felt cold and small. his hands warmed you up as he roamed the expanse of your shoulders, sweeping off your hair to the other side so he could plant kisses on one side your neck.
"tell me when to stop." he said in assurance, sparing you one glance in the mirror before sucking on the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
his hands soon explored the surface of your stomach, playfully squeezing the flesh on it before crawling up precariously on your breasts. he gave you a look at the mirror, gauging any discomfort you may have. but you seem to be enjoying it, it's just that you were keeping it in with the way you lean onto him as you melt in his touch and the evident and embarrasing flush of your cheeks.
"do it," you were somewhat eager, as he teased his fingertips on the wire underneath your bra. both of you watching each other on the mirror. kidd grinned, pulling down your bra pads and squeezing onto your mounds.
"this? this makes you insecure? look at yourself, bonnie." he said with one hand playing with your breasts while the other had a firm grip on your hips, tinted fingernails digging on your pelvis. "you're fuckin' beautiful."
you mewled at him, looking up at him as your knees felt like jelly. but kidd wanted you to not look at him, he wants you to look at you. how you're melting as he strips you and makes you look at yourself. he held your jaw and he positioned it so you're staring at yourself in the mirror.
"mm-mm, you've been way too busy lookin' at me, princess. focus on yourself." his firm grip on the expanse of your jaw and neck had your breath constricted while his other hand was busy teasing his fingers on your clothed, sensitive cunt. "look at yourself while i make you feel fuckin' good." he barked out as if almost an order.
you squirmed, feeling overwhelmed with the fact that kidd's got you figured out in the right places. as you look at yourself, you got even more turned on with how he's handling you perfectly well even if it's your first time together.
"i-it does~ it feels so g-good, baby." you mustered out with pants, trying to hold onto both of kidd's arms but your grip was way to weak.
"aye. i want you to see yourself the way i see you. always so damn hot." kidd squeezed onto your bum, biting your earlobe as he maintained eye contact with you by the mirror.
"but let me tell you somethin' because from here on, i might lose control of myself when i take those pretty fuckin' panties off." kidd stopped palming your cunt, and instead returned to rest around your waist. he appears to have a penchant for stroking your stomach. "i already know you're soakin' in there and i know you can feel how hard i am."
you nodded. he was still on his boxers yet it kept poking your back, sliding down your bum. it made you sweat to imagine how big he really is, because you know he is. you've seen the bulge of it when he wears leather, or just his boxers, or when he gets hard. and kidd is a big man, there's no denying how much he strays further away from the average.
"...if you're asking if i want to keep going. i do, baby." you turned your head to the side to look at him, really tell him that you're serious and this is your choice. "i'm sorry this scared me so much, it's fucking ridiculous." you laughed to yourself. "but if it's my first time, i wouldn't want it any other way than to do it with you. i mean, you did all this poetic shit just for me to wake the fuck up or something. so do it, don't hold back. i didn't date a vanilla, did i?"
"aye."
you kinda regret telling him to not hold back and provoke him with that vanilla joke. he took it way too personally and you suffered the consequences.
thank you sm for the request anon! 🌷
this was actually pretty fun to write! i somehow had it right off the bat as soon as i read the request, it just took so long bc of the previous requests that piled up 😭 i think this is very canon of modern kidd to do heheheheh🥵
it's currently new years' eve in ph! happy new year my loves! thank you for the support always 🌷 hope everyone has a great start to the new year 🫶
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pairing: tsukishima kei x reader
cw: tried to use gn pronouns but implied afab reader, college setting, canon-divergent, sick fic (reader is homesick), holiday fic (christmas and new year entry), found family (karasuno first years), light angst, hurt/comfort, reader perodically cries a lot during the entire fic, established relationships, background implied kagehina, background established yamayachi, petnames (lovely), reader is implied to be filo bc ofc this is highly self-indulgent
this one is for the cookbook holiday event supposedly but last i checked, the creator deactivated??? can't link the masterlist either since the acc is already considered as a ghost blog, not sure if there are other active links too. if anybody knows pls link it in the replies tyyyy
sinigang is a PH savory stew btw, a favorite of mine.
again if kei is ooc here, no he is not. that’s him when he’s smitten.
the semester has just ended. grades be damned, you survived another grueling semester with clenched fists and gritted teeth. holidays were upon you and you can already taste the mania that usually comes with students and locals alike succumbing to the christmas rush, eager to get to their hometowns to feel human again after whatever the fuck this year was.
since transferring to miyagi, sendai’s snow is a delight you’ve always looked forward to once winter sets in. the first snow falls as the morning breeze turns colder, the layers of clothing you have to wear increases with the desperate need to stay awake during early lectures in the university. the general subjects having classes during buttfuck seven am is diabolical. your only solace were the two idiots practically snoring the entire morning, having been exhausted from their respective team practices the night before. your lover, while half-dead on his feet too, waits for your dismissal in the morning with an embrace and a warm drink for you and a jeering remark for the indignant idiots who took the same general courses with you.
tobio is lucky to secure a very willing schweiden adlers to adapt to his choice to be a part-time student and part-time second string for the time being. the same goes for shoyo in the msby jackals although the redhead already has plans to play in brazil for a few years in the next sem or two. kei, ever haughty, never fails to remind them how easy he has it in division two with sendai frogs. you never fail to remind the three of them, not batting an eye at kei's partner privileges, to take their lover’s spat elsewhere as you try to soak up a peaceful morning. kei dutifully listens as you whine how he, yachi, and tadashi seem to breeze by their classes and he dutifully reminds that you were the fool who enrolled with the resident dumbasses.
you’ve been counting down the days since october, eager to fly back home as soon as your final requirements for the sem are passed. and the moment you did, you were gone from the lecture hall. you listed down your name of your dorm's surprising commodity of an airport shuttle, due to the number of its international students, and just had to make a quick stop to your dorm room to pick up your things. you already purchased your ticket at the start of your semester, your luggages was packed half a month ago despite your busy schedule, you already bought souvenirs for your return to your hometown, you even delegated dorm sitting already to yachi and tadashi since they lived close to the university. you would’ve given it to kei but you knew he still has a while of winter practice.
the taunting email flashes on the notifications bar of your phone, blaring in the rapidly descending darkness of the winter evening. it’s followed with the stupidly loud ring of a nationwide emergency message, bouncing off with similar pings from nearby passerbys.
your flight is cancelled. it’s an extremely last minute thing, fucking hell, the airline gives out complimentary reschedules with no additional fee due to the heavy snowfall warning announced mere minutes ago. the next plane flying out of the country is not until new year’s eve, even the local flights had passengers switching to shinkansens.
you’re still at the waiting shed, a little hollow and a little lost. the frigid winter breeze is nipping at your fingers as the dread slowly starts to set in your bones. the pitter patter of a light drizzle fuzzes in the background of your mind. your train of thought is fogging up as the minutes tick by with you not moving in your seat, your breath sputtering out into tendrils in the air.
you have to text yachi that you’re coming back, have to call your folks back home, have to mail your presents in time back home, have to do last minute everything for celebrating your first christmas alone—
gloved palms encase both of your cheeks within its fuzzy warmth. you blink as you try to pull yourself back to where you are, your fingers twitching as you slowly register how cold it has gotten. you don’t know how long you’ve been in the shed. the lounge couches are deserted except for you and your frostbite savior.
another gentle shake to your head and your gaze flit to scrunched up eyebrows and worried eyes beneath semi-rimmed lenses.
“hey. i’ve been trying to get your attention for minutes now.” you try to tamp down the sudden urge to bawl in your partner’s embrace. amber eyes, normally blank, are anxiously tracking all over your form and your belongings. fuck, you didn’t even consider safeguarding your things before zoning out. you want to cry so fucking bad, today is getting shittier and shittier.
“you’re still here, did you miss the airport shuttle? is everything okay? you're boarding in an hour.” kei shifts his shoulder bag to another shoulder as he kneels down in front of you, hands holding yours and trying to rub some warmth back to them. he gently drags your luggages closer before returning his attention to you.
you were shivering, whether it's with the effort of trying to keep the tears at bay or from having stayed somewhere with minimal heating without moving for a long time is lost to you as you desperately try to anchor yourself to kei’s comforting presence.
“y/n? lovely, talk to me.” kei is about to ask some more, tucking your hair away from your face, when a choked sob alarms him. eyes widening, his heart drops in his stomach as he hurries to gather you in his embrace. one of his hands comes up to cradle your head against him. fuck his aching back, he has to reach up from where he is kneeling to have you in his arms. what happened, he is confused because he last had you earlier in the day spinning him around in barely concealed excitement before heading to seperate classes. he has multiple questions but he’s rather occupied with trying to calm you down with as many kisses his subconscious can let him get away with in public.
“... take me back to my dorm, kei.” the confusion grows. kei moves away to look at your face but is promptly tugged back insistently as you warble some more in the crook of his neck.
“what? but your flight—” you shake your head, not offering more than that and kei already has an inkling on way as he recalls the emergency message he skimmed over seconds before he saw you. his embrace grows tighter, palms tracing soothing shapes on whatever limb of yours he can reach.
“i’ll tell you. please kei, can we go home first? i don’t think i can walk on my own.”
some of his worry recedes at the defeat bleeding in your tone, overcome with secondary sadness for you. nodding to himself, he resolves to carry you on his back after having arranged some of your hand carry across his body. you are protesting but kei placatingly murmured against your temples that he doesn’t want to put any more strain on you today. rolling your luggage on one hand, another arm is securing you on his back. normally, you’d swoon at the display of athletic endurance and strength from your partner but not today. you somehow manage to insist to get your hand carry and kei’s shoulder bag from him. your legs are crossed in front of kei’s torso and you don’t know how he’s steady with carrying your entire weight and some while rolling a heavy luggage without panting like an overworked machine of a vehicle.
you’re so enamored with him, he cares so much even if he’s very much snippy about it most of the time.
you two walk back to your dorm building in relative silence. you tried to ask kei how his day went but he huffed and said that he can’t exactly kiss and hug you as he’s walking but his day was fine. chuckling a bit at your sassy boyfriend, your arms hug his neck a bit more and try to forget the ugly feeling crawling all over you earlier as you bury your nose at the smell of kei’s surprising strawberry shampoo. a balm to your heart, really.
you tune out your surroundings, barely registering kei greeting your dorm’s doorman and receptionist. your dorm elevator dings at the eighth floor.
kei lets you down long enough to open your door, you wave him away gently as he tries to herd you inside without breaking contact. he all but unceremoniously dump both your belongings at the genkan, stowing it away from the entrance enough to not obstruct the walkway as he lets you break the news to hitoka. the aforementioned woman is sitting cross-legged on your bed in her reindeer pajamas, scrolling through an advertising magazine, fuzzy socks on her feet and blonde hair pushed back by a bubble headband. it warms your chest to see her at home in your space.
she feels like home welcoming you to its coziness as she abruptly jolts at the sight of you and immediately rushes to hug you by the waist, the smaller woman only coming up to your shoulders.
“eh? y/n-chan? is everything okay?”
“flight’s cancelled. next flight out is before new year.” the air seems to drain out of the room with the silence that follows, kei and hitoka are taken aback at your off-handed statement. they know how much this means to you. but kei knows you’re trying your best. and so he helps you.
wordlessly, he sheds his coat and his scarf. he gently pushes hitoka out of the way and bends down low enough to put an arm beneath your knee and another at your shoulders before hoisting you up. as if all the fight draining out of your body, you sink in his embrace as he gingerly lays you down on your bed. he leans down and brushes your hair away from your forehead, planting a lingering kiss on it.
he brings your hands to his lips again and murmurs against the knobs of your knuckles, “it’s okay, lovely. let it out.”
and the dam breaks. what breaks his heart even more is the absence of the overwhelming sadness making itself known. no heartwrenching screaming, no tantrums, no angry outbursts. your face crumples softly and tears make their way silently down your cheeks as you clutch at his hands like a lifeline on the shore.
as much as he doesn’t want to, kei relents as hitoka shoos him away to heat up some hot cocoa as she burrows herself by your side in the bed. he watches for a while as your mutual friend tries to coax your sorrow into a mellow stop.
kei is puttering in the kitchen with three mugs when the door of your dorm clicks open again. he hears the tell-tale chaos of the ginger wing spiker more subdued than usual. the berating murmurs of his green haired best friend is what greets him as he beelines to your living room and sleeping area.
hitoka gestures for the tall middle blocker to take her place beside you, your sniffling still present as you switch your snuggle area from hitoka’s chest to kei’s embrace. you let kei’s steady murmurs wash over you, peaceful as he mumbles about his day to you while pressing you closer to him with his fingers tracing nonsensical shapes down your arm.
“i’m back! saw this one on the elevator up.” tadashi nods at the three of you, giving his partner a smooch hello on the cheek from where she’s sitting on your fluffy rug on the floor by your bed. he’s more dressed down than you usually see him in classes, he’s also carrying overnight bags and takeout bags from the bakery at the next street and the chicken wings stall at the ground floor of your building.
tadashi takes in your reddened nose and puffy eyes and puts two together, his deep hazel eyes softening in sympathy as he leans down to give the top of your head one of his healing smooches. as he leans away, he ruffles the top of kei’s head and throws him the other overnight bag in his grasp.
kei grumbles out a thanks and sifts through the contents of the bag one-handed, his other arm yours to do with what you please as it rests itself around your waist. you feel your eyes sting at the realization that you won’t be spending tonight alone.
“y/n! i saw the heavy snow warning! are you alright, did you wait long in the shed? hey saltyshima, did you make her wait long?” an orange blur (a hurricane, really) makes itself known as it dives on your bed, pushing a disgruntled oof out of you and your boyfriend. you muffle a giggle in your partner’s shoulder, one hand coming up to smooth over the tousled mess in your laps from the harsh winter breeze outside. shoyo’s overnight bag is tossed somewhere to be discovered by whoever trips on it first.
shoyo peers up at you, caramel eyes swimming with worry as his downturn lips quiver. he looks close to crying and it makes the heavy feeling deep within you well up again. he is your first friend here in sendai, you guys share the same feeling of fear and anxiety at being in foreign places where the language and culture is new to you. shoyo equally dreads going to sao paulo as much as he’s pumped out to play volleyball at the beach. he quickly becomes your closest along with hitoka who just automatically assumes the protective role upon seeing someone as heavily anxious as she still is.
college is bearable after meeting the five karasuno alumnus. you transferred in during the second semester of first year and by then, everyone has already met everyone. shoyo and his sunshine self helped you settle in miyagi immensely, the rest of them steadily welcomed you with open arms throughout the semester. and somewhere between your second and third year, kei did more than welcome you. you never thought emotional constipation and unbridled adoration can coexist in one body but well, kei loves to spite despite not giving a shit about preconceived notions about him.
“we just got home, moron. came back from a frogs’ meeting and was picking up my papers from uni when i saw my girlfriend shivering alone in the shed. weren’t you and king supposed to wait with her?”
shoyo emerges from the depths of your blankets with an indignant scowl on his face that only someone who is about to say some dumb shit can do. you giggle a bit at kei’s frown surfacing, heat lacking from the intensity of his expression and more so a muscle memory from having dealt with similar things in the years prior.
“excuse us for trying to legally bail out of practice first!?” you finally let out your first laugh of the night, one that comes from deep within your belly at how absurd shoyo can go. you don’t see it but the rest of the crows do, kei’s aborted litany of curse words give way for the tension that creeps out of his body and is replaced by relief washung over his features. you absentmindedly lean further on kei as you give in to the unrestrained tremors of fitful mirth in your body, arms circling around kei’s torso as you made an effort to quiet down your laughter to shoyo’s expense.
they see the way kei’s body language is always receptive to yours; responding to whatever cues you exhibit, may it be for him or for others. tall and broad figure shouldering its way to give you a path when in public, wordlessly reaching for your things when you guys are together, hand covering the edge of anything when you’re trying to pass by or get something, angling his body behind you when you go first on the escalator, a pinky entwined with yours when talking to someone, an arm around your shoulders as you held onto him in transit, his lips glued to whatever he can reach as you lean against him while doing something else.
“legal— you bailed out of practice!? isn’t the emperor’s cup on-going?” kei watches you, eyes gentle, as you try your absolute hardest to stifle the faint chuckles still spilling from your lips at tadashi’s horrified and alarmed statement. you’re aware that the freckled man was their captain in their last highschool stint and the reflex worry at second-nature stupidity never fails to amuse you. you have a tendency to muffle your sounds during inappropriate times on whatever is nearest to you.
hitoka’s hair when someone got slapped after a break up in the public quadrangle, shoyo’s back as you doubled over in an effort to hide from the roving night guards in the university library, tobio’s shoulder as your professor’s toupee flew off from the large blast of AC in the lecture hall, tadashi’s torso as you escape your boyfriend’s flustered wrath from you having acquired his baby pictures.
kei’s neck in the privacy of your dorm room as you bask in the comfort of your chosen family in miyagi.
“and leave my bestie to him?” shoyo’s duck pout prominent as ever as he avoids eye contact with his captain and promptly zeroes in the unamused stare of your lover, “aren’t you also supposed to be at a match or something?”
“we lost in the semis, dipshit. did the news take long to reach down there, shrimpy?” kei tunes out the over the top gagging and incessant disturbance from your friend as he fully sinks down in your bed and rolls over to face away from shoyo with you in tow, arms snug around your figure as he pulls your blanket over the two of you. you allow kei to rain a flurry of pecks on your face, quiet contentment reigning over you after the emotional shock from earlier. pressure from skin contact with your partner always helped tether you back to the present.
a knock disrupts the steady merriment that has settled in your dorm, someone stands to get the door and comes bustling in your blueberry friend and his blueberry eyes with a bag of konbini acquisitions in his hands. you open the edge of your blanket at the crinkle of the plastic packaging of your cod roe onigiri. it brings an airy feeling in your chest, the thought of being considered and remembered rushing in your veins at appreciating the people who are always present in your home away from home.
“what did i miss?” tobio tilts his head at the flurry of tangled everything in your sleeping area.
“everything, tobi. you took so long! did you buy out the entire konbini? it was just two six-pack beer!” and the accompanying mayhem that seems to follow the setter and spiker everywhere slowly make its presence known within your dorm. you sink in the familiarity of tobio swiping at shoyo’s head. shoyo is egging him on unwittingly as he singsongs at tobio listing down every product he’s bringing out from the konbini bag.
you and kei exchanged unimpressed glances, kei’s is mixed with longstanding tiredness. he’s just about a hairwidth away from orchestrating the confession himself if only to end his suffering.
“they’re sickening, absolutely sickening. how is he your best friend, lovely?” you grin lightly as you fiddle with one of the hands around your torso, regaling your latest gossip about the poorly kept secret that is shoyo and tobio. kei’s not much of a talker aside from talking shit about others but he loves listening to you talk, especially so when it comes to insulting others.
kei’s a bit of a gossip, how surprising.
earlier this week, you caught both of them doing unspeakable things in the fire exit of your dorm building before your supposedly last movie night this semester. never did you think that you’d be catching your best friend in a liplock, spit and hickeys and all, with your other friend with them deadass saying that they do it all the time. and it was no big deal.
kei is right, fucking idiots.
“what do you want to do, aside from watching your best friend play chicken with his unlabeled significant fucker? want to cook? yachi stocked up earlier this week when you asked her to dormsit.” hitoka nods enthusiastically from your periphery but your gaze is locked on the attentiveness of your partner. you’re so grateful towards them, how it doesn’t have to be laid out on the table that you don’t want to be alone tonight, how it was unanimously decided that yes, tonight they’re spending it with you.
you can neither confirm nor deny if this unspoken agreement to gather in your place is because of kei but that’s how things are with him, he’s just there most of the time without you needing to speak your wishes to the air between you.
not fighting the fondness welling up within you at the careful way kei is tucking and brushing back your hair, you lean forward with your fingers smoothing over his cheeks and his jaw and your lips pressing against his surprised smile. the teasing yowls from your friends only made you press your love harder for kei, your heart doing little dances at the lack of resistance and at the ghost of kei’s arms against the span of your back seeming to pull you closer to him.
“oh me too, me too— yes tobi, i’ll do your freaking milkshake for you— want to cook for christmas eve, y/n?” releasing kei’s lips with an embarrassing smack you couldn’t be bothered with, you watch as kei jumps back into the ease of bantering with your best friend. they have this weird back and forth when you’re involved, as your first friend and your boyfriend.
“aren’t you busy rolling around with your boyfriend? leave me and my girlfriend in peace for once.”
“tobi’s not my boyfriend!”
“your not-boyfriend boyfriend then.”
“he’s not! he’s my life rival!”
“oh fuck off, little shit!”
“that’s enough. just come to the kitchen if you want to cook with me.” you emerge from your bed, chuckling at their antics. kei grasp at your hand, murmuring to your knuckles that he’ll follow you in a few. you lean down to brush his hair away from his forehead, granting him another peck.
you playfully hit shoyo’s shoulders for barking, yet again, at your partner and unceremoniously drag him by the arm towards your kitchen area. you rumple tobio’s head as you pass by him, his cute head expectantly tilted in your direction. you give shoyo the task of mashing the potatoes for the salad aside from the requested milkshake, he used to tell you that he and his sister natsu make it for holidays. you feel a pinch in your chest at the thought of taking your friends away from their families on such a special occasion.
“i know that face. don’t worry too much, y/n-chan! we still have tomorrow to celebrate with them, tonight you’re our family!” you blubber at him to stop being embarrassing, none of you mention the few tears that slip down your lids.
you are dicing the tuna and salmon hitoka was able to buy in the farmers’ market nearby for the chirashizushi when you feel hands gliding down from the sides of your waist and crossing in front of your tummy. kei noses at your awful outside-air hair and suppresses a laugh as you elbow at him because you’re holding a knife, good sir.
it takes a few more moments for kei to release you from his hold and ask you if he could take over the chopping. you complain that you’ve got nothing left to do if he dices the rest of the sushi bowl, he uncharacteristically moves you over to take care of the sushi rice and the shredded eggs and seaweed. huffing at him for taking you away from the stress-releasing thocks of the steel blade on the wooden board, you relent at the short task because you know that after he is done with his then he’ll be latching back to you.
and latch back he did because now you have a six footer humming and swaying you as you arranged the big bowl of chirashizushi. his hands having slid its way down to the sides of your hips, his warm fingertips skimming a path across striped skin. it tickles you, kei’s blatant fixation on every divot on your skin. you’ve been periodically asking him why on earth did he get so touchy when you two finally got together since he doesn’t really engage in skin contact even with his friends, he tells you he’s making up for lost time which didn’t really answer your question.
shoyo takes it all with a stride, and he really should because he makes you and everyone else endure his and tobio’s whateverism.
“tired? i know you are.”
“why bother asking then?”
“so snappy, lovely.” kei hides a grin as he leans further on your head, fighting the unexplainable urge to bundle you up in his arms once he notices that the sushi bowl is nearing its completion.
“and that’s my cue. i’ll be at the couch with the rest, we’ll be setting up while you guys do your … thing.” cutleries clinking atop the plates he’s holding, shoyo makes a disgusted face at you two just as he’s about to exit to your living area where they’ll most likely set up the kotatsu that you have for the food. you make a mental reminder to pull out the floor cushions for their seats, no way in hell will you get food bits in your bed.
“whatever, idiot. you can just say you can’t bear to be separated from his highness.”
kei waves away the annoyed squawks from your ginger best friend, forever aiming to piss shoyo into oblivion. once the noise grows further from the kitchen until it is just a buzzing murmur in the air, the silence threatening to flood your brain comes back. try as you might to push it out of your head—they’re here, you’re not alone, kei is here— but you’re powerless against the dread taking its hold on you and all too suddenly, the heaviness in your chest hits you again like a tidal wave.
sensing the shift in your mood, kei fully embraces you from behind. you soak in the heat emanating from his chest, he’s wearing that beige wool sweater again and some patches on the sleeves are fraying because you keep on pulling the tufts out whenever you guys cuddle. you can minutely feel the wobble in your lips as you grip the arm around your waist with trembling fists.
“you can be sad you know, they’re going to piss me off for doting on you more than usual but you need this more than i do.” tears flowing freely once again at kei’s unbidden softness, you abruptly turn around to face your boyfriend and bury your face on his woolen shoulder. your hands come up to grasp desperately at kei’s shoulders as you swallow a cry, you feel sorry for the rapid wetness forming on kei’s shoulder.
it hurts. it hurts that you’re spending christmas alone.
you’re surrounded by your people and you should be grateful but you feel so unmoored because you won’t be greeting the twenty-fifth with your dad’s cooking and your mom’s wake up calls and your cat’s mewing in the morning and that annoying rooster clucking so early and always picking fights with your cat on the roof of your house.
“i miss home, kei.”
“i know you do, lovely. i know.” lithe fingers weave through strands of your hair, a large palm holds the back of your head and gently brushes down from your crown and back up as the other arm winds itself around your waist. it’s a good thing that kei is keeping you close, you can feel your emotions going haywire and spilling everywhere. kei welcomes you trying to burrow yourself into him more than you already are.
“ma texted me that chacha gave birth last week, i was supposed to meet our newborn kitty this christmas. it looked so cute in the pic mama sent me.” you laugh wetly, whispering in the crook of kei’s neck. your laugh, interspersed with your sniffles, is drowned out by kei’s kisses on the side of your face. you don’t know how you’re going to explain to the rest that you cried yet again in the kitchen.
how many tears does one shed in a span of a few hours because of something that was neither anyone’s fault?
“i was supposed to go shopping with papa for christmas dinner.” kei continues to sway you gently, sushi bowl forgotten as you try to will down the ugly swirling thoughts in your head. your hands, releasing the fabric from your death grip, slide down to kei’s waist and cross themselves on top of each other.
kei doesn’t know what to tell you, he’s not good at this. he’s not good with words, hell he couldn’t even confess to you like a normal person. he did an overly elaborate one-sided prior courtship with you without telling you anything and almost blew a fuse when you asked him to stop sending you mixed signals a few months in.
he doesn’t know how to make your head feel better, he could only distract you for a while.
you guys twirled in the kitchen in hopes that the unreasonable voices in your head would shut itself up. it’s only a few hours till christmas, you should’ve been an hour in your flight now at least. you were supposed to be fetched from the airport back home in a few hours.
“i was supposed to be home, kei.”
kei’s chest caves in at how broken and little your voice sound. you normally aren’t loud already, soft-spoken, often overlooked, yet just the right amount of sass. it’s a wonder you’re friends with someone as explosive as shoyo but seeing you this defeated, as if all your joy is deflated out of you? kei needs his lovely girl back.
“what can i do, lovely? seeing you cry is fucking with my chest.”
you shake your head again, not knowing the answer yourself as to how to make the gaping maw in your chest close. you tilt your head up and melt at the helplessness in copper eyes. you reach up, fingers tracing a path up to his jaw and behind his ear and pull him down to welcome his lips to yours. surprised as he is, kei doesn’t waste any time to respond.
your head spins at the flick of kei’s tongue at your bottom lip. your arms fly to his neck as he pulls you closer, the lack of warning prompts you to gasp and for kei’s tongue to invade your mouth. all thoughts, all sadness momentarily vanish at the hypnotic fullness wriggling wetly inside your mouth. kei has a knack of jumbling your thought process in moments when hell is about to break lose, he gives you something else to think about.
shoyo may be the greatest decoy, but kei is the greatest distraction.
you think you moaned, you’re not really sure but your knees are weak. one of kei’s hand is lightly gripping the front of your neck with his fingers snug on the sides, the other firm in its hold on your hip. the motions are grounding enough to distract you.
you both separated with a resounding smack at hitoka’s surprisingly loud announcement. kei is about to chase your lips like a man starved for days when you turn your head towards the source of noise and kei ends up kissing your cheek instead.
“hey y/n! auntie’s calling!”
kei thanks every deity he can remember from the top of his head that your parents got his haphazard message before he followed you in the kitchen earlier. he thanks them profusely in silence, damn near about to kneel and kiss the ground of your dorm when he sees the twinkle in your eyes come back bit by bit.
he lets himself be dragged by your suddenly frantic self, heart full at the way you scramble to sit by the kotatsu where your tablet is showing a grainy yet high definition feed of your mother with what looks like a christmas tree in the background.
“hi, ma…” you breathe out shakily, blindly grasping at the hand closest to you by the floor. kei’s calloused palm returns your grip with a squeeze.
“oh my baby, how are you? we saw the news, your boy also texted us.” you’ve already been telling yourself how lucky you are since the night started but it dawns on you again as all your love for your partner comes pouring in waves at all this effort tonight. he knows how important christmas is for your family and he manages to give you what you need tonight.
“ma, i want to go home.” the video isn’t enough to capture how your mother’s brows and crow’s feet are awash with worry, the dejected slump of her shoulders mirrors yours, “you have next time baby, we want you safe there. don’t you have your friends with you? and that kei of yours, he’s such a dear for arranging all of this for you.”
kei’s face is frozen between smiling and grimacing because the rest of your friends are making stupid faces off-cam. hitoka, bless her, is trying her hardest to make them knock it off but it’s tadashi who put the fear of god in the two dumbasses to settle down. just in time to catch you making heart eyes at kei as you nuzzle at his shoulder. shoyo fakes gagging again, joined by tobio’s obnoxious frowning.
“he really is, ma.”
you hope the video didn’t catch the shake of the kotatsu from the impact of pulling shoyo by the ear over the table to sit next to you and greet your mom like a civilized person. (your mom knows you enough that you did, in fact, not beckon shoyo over gently when you leaned towards the camera)
“hi, auntie! it’s shoyo! all five of us are here! we’ll be staying over at her dorm tonight. tsukki said there was an emergency so we all came prepared.” you can’t shake away the fondness brimming in you when your friends send you varying winks, thumbs up, and grins to confirm shoyo’s statement. kei uses his grip on your hand to pull it up and press a long whisper of his affection for you.
there is a grin threatening to split your lips and a teardrop threatening to guarantee you a difficult time waking up tomorrow.
“hey, tita. y/n won’t be spending christmas by herself, i’ll take good care of her. she won’t stop pouting since the announcement— hey! what, i was right aren’t i— you’re really letting your mom watch how you brutalize your own boyfrie— ow!” kei’s snickering at the flurry of smacks you keep on giving him, he knows you’re embarrassed and he wants to milk it but he’d rather you’re leaning against him again. he nods at you as you try to hit him again, arms pulling you close while he’s still nodding to placate you.
he listens for a few more minutes before he makes to stand up, planning on giving you some private time with your parents. imagine his shock when you maneuver yourself to sit on his lap without breaking conversation with your mother who fucking watched everything happen. kei is in a daze, he’s sure his cheeks are on fire, a yell is stuck in his throat, and he vaguely registers the snap of a camera. of all times, of all the fucking times for your shamelessly unreserved side to surface, you choose now of all times when you’re on a call with your mother on an LTE wifi connection.
the heat on kei’s cheeks got brutally amped up at the knowing smile on your mother’s lips. how are you this oblivious, you’re even pulling kei’s arms around you as you try to fix how he sits and how you sit on him. hoping for a higher power to save him, he stays put like a dutiful boyfriend slash bean bag. he can already hear shoyo’s chicken shit mocking in his head.
(who’s the real winner anyways, he got his girl and shoyo’s still denying tobio’s heart eyes for him)
“i’ll try to be home by new year, i promise. the airline gave us new tickets.”
“you’ll be home soon, baby. we’ll be waiting for you.”
“merry christmas, ma. where’s pa?”
kei starts to sweat bullets. while your mother may have been endeared at your clueless antics with your agonizing boyfriend, your father might not take kindly to his one and only daughter lounging recklessly on the lap of a man. regardless if kei’s your boyfriend, the scrunch in your father’s eyebrows at the frame that greets him as he says hello is one that can terrify kei out of his wits at the ass crack of dawn when he wakes up suddenly.
you tell your father off in good nature to stop scaring the shit out of your partner, kei chuckles nervously when your father suddenly bellows out a laugh and says that he just misses seeing you and kei. you have weekly calls with your parents and kei is mostly in them with you whenever he’s over by your dorm. your father wishes you and the rest of the karasuno alumnus well for christmas night, asks if you guys have stocked up enough in case worst comes to worse, and shows the state of the kitchen in its pre-christmas feast chaos after having trouble flipping the camera for a few minutes.
kei reclines against the side of your bed from where you guys and the kotatsu are situated, closing his eyes and listening to the comforting buzz of conversation from the rest of his idiots and the monotonous exchange between you and your dad. he can fall asleep like this, you in his arms with the holiday commotion as the background.
and he might have, for a little over an hour at least. because next he know is he’s waking up to the tail-end of the video call, ten forty-five in white digital numbers are blinking at him from its stand on your study table, and the smell of food getting taken out of the microwave oven jars his senses awake that he almost leaps out from where he is. he is calmed down by two things: your hands repetitively stroking the fuzz on his sweater sleeves and his legs are dead as fuck from not moving for long periods.
“it’s almost 11, we have to finish food prep here, papa. call you back at 12?”
“yeah, we’ll be waiting. no more tears, okay? we’ll see you soon, pangga.” kei watches blearily as your eyes crinkle in elation at your childhood nickname. deliriously, he wonders if that’s how you look like whenever he calls you lovely. he’s still working on learning your mother tongue, he has to know what that nickname means if it brings up the first light of the day in your eyes and the bright stain of sunset in your cheeks and the first petals of spring blooming on your lips.
(he hasn’t had a drop nor sip of alcohol at this point)
“love you pa, merry christmas.”
kei wonders if he’s still half-asleep because the video call did wonders for you. you’re glowing, radiant like the starlight on the eve if he’s being more insane.
you are too overjoyed to notice your boyfriend is being knocked over silently by a crunchy post-nap haze.
“this shit sucks.” the call just ended and you missed them already. the meowing of your cat through the audio call makes you want to go home even more.
“aw, come here y/n. tsukki must’ve been bullying you in the kitchen.” kei’s alertness settles back in fully at the sheer audacity of his former captain and childhood best friend.
“he was. i’m in need of lots of affection.”
betrayed by his own bestfriend, kei squints at the cheeky smile tadashi is giving him. seated to your left and a seat apart from the freckled man, kei watches as tadashi and tobio extracts you effortlessly from kei’s lap and pile up on you. eyes twitching at how content you seem at the doggy pile, kei reluctantly makes to stand up and dusts off his pants. he sends his two idiot friends the stink eye as he hits the feeling back into his legs.
“go finish the food prep, lover boy.”
“i’ll pour toilet water on yours, king.” kei is already inside the kitchen area when he backtracks to give your forehead a kiss and continues as if your living area didn’t dissolve into a series of teasing.
he has something important he has to attend to. he hopes you like it.
“what’s this? did you cook soup for christmas?” is what greets kei upon emerging the kitchen with oven mitts on and a steaming pot clutched in his hands. the steam is fogging a bit of his glasses earlier, he folded it and is currently hanging on the neckline of his sweater in front. having been boiling within the kitchen from cooking, his sleeves are rolled up to his forearms. there's a hand towel hanging on one of his shoulders and as soon as he kneels down to put the pot on the table, you reach up in reflex to pat dry the sweat beading on the skin of his face.
“kei, did you cook sinigang?” you’re busy taking in the disheveled state of your partner that looks oddly attractive and domestic since he is also wearing your apron. but what really takes your attention is the smell wafting from the pot. it’s foreign to your nose from not cooking it a lot since you’ve moved but late afternoons spent in your dining area with this stew on a bed of rice imprints it forever in your senses.
your mouth waters at the familiar smell of the tamarind-based soup. it’s like you can taste the tender rind of the meat and you can already feel your teeth tearing through the crunchy skin of the veggies.
“the hell is sinigang?” you want to giggle at tobio’s genuine cluelessness but you’re entire being is fixated on the dull clink of the pot as it’s placed down in front of you on a coaster. the steam doesn’t succeed to hide the aggressive blush taking over your partner’s cheeks as he takes off his kitchen outfit, the man trying his best and failing to seem nonchalant at having pulled off the tremendous feat of sneakily surprising you with your favorite dish on christmas eve.
“bakayama, that’s stew from y/n’s hometown. i think you eat that with rice.” shoyo is already ladling the stew on a bowl that magically materializes in his hand from your cupboard.
“oh, i’ve heard of it! y/n kept on complaining how she couldn’t pack it for bentos because it’ll leak. this is the first time i’ve seen it, what does it taste like?” hitoka peeks over the faintly bubbling pot, stirring it a bit with the ladle inside it. she peeks conspiratorially at kei, uncharacteristically giggling behind her hand as she watches your partner smack at shoyo’s hold on the bowl. you think you hear him mutter how you get the first taste. fuck, your heart squeezes at how thoughtful kei has been.
“sour mostly, but the boiled vegetables and meat adds that homey something to the broth,” you said in a daze, the ugly heaviness that you’ve been feeling the entire night is slowly being replaced with a different kind of heaviness. the one that scares you with how much you’re welcoming it in your embrace, it’s the good heaviness that comes with instances where you don’t know what you did to ever deserve these people.
“hey, if it doesn’t meet your standards, i tried my best.” kei goes to sit on your right again, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly as he grumbles. he slides another bowl of freshly cooked rice in front of you besides the bowl of sinigang that he snatched from the eager hands of your friend earlier.
he looks at you in anticipation as you carefully bring up a spoonful to your mouth. and you’re hit violently at once with nostalgia of rainy summers and cold nights with your father asking you how school was and your mother coming home with a tired smile and a sweeping hug. the sharp tanginess that nips on your taste bud from the first sip and the zesty aftertaste at the first bite gradually pulls up a tidal wave of tears that pour like a waterfall and sends the warning bells tolling in everyone’s head in the room.
you continue to scarf down the meal that kei so tirelessly prepared for you as your sobs make its presence known again and you slap away the hand that tries to take it away from you and continue to take big bites. why would you stop eating the home that kei brought you when it fills your belly to your frigid toes and fingers with a sweetness that contrasts the tartness of the stew?
“you’re fucked, tsukishima. she hates it, look at her face.”
“i really don’t want to hear that from someone who managed to burn water like a dumbass.”
you accept the tissue from kei who is sporting a troubled face and promptly throws whatever is in his other hand at tobio. he scooches closer to you, shoulders touching as he contemplates whether he should take away something he slaved over for an hour.
“y/n, you don’t have to force yourself to eat that shit. it’s fine—” kei almost falls over from the weight that surprises him when you turn around and jump in his arms, as much as you can jump while sitting anyway. he buffers for a few more seconds before a hand settle on the back of your head and another rubs up and down on your back. he inhales in deep relief against the side of your head, lips ghosting against the apples of your cheek.
“thank you, kei.”
“can you believe you made me learn a whole new recipe, an international one at that? you’re very, very spoiled, lovely.”
“you like spoiling me, grumpy. and i love you too. very much.” kei pulls back and stares at you, awestruck, because yes, he does love spoiling you and he does love you very much.
“is that why you’ve been up at the crack of dawn lately? all that ruckus in our kitchen?”
“i think that’s what tsukki has been making us taste this past week.”
“shut up, yamaguchi. don’t even encourage him, yachi.” he want to snap at them but well why would he move from the very comfortable position of having you in his lap while you’re eating sinigang together? you blow on the hot broth before feeding him from your own spoon and he indulgently accepts every spoonful.
he can’t even be bothered to pay attention to the hoots and hollering of your friends in the background, it’s static compared to the unbridled joy you seem to get as you're feeding him something so closely connected to your home. your home in him flickers ever bright as it connects to your home of palm trees and months-long merriment.
“awwww, you love me so much it’s embarrassing.”
you fall asleep to the horrible thunder snores of the boys (bless hitoka and her earmuffs) and to your home’s arms engulfing you, content to snooze in the safety of each other as the clock strikes twelve.
christmas in japan isn't as much of a family affair as it is back in your hometown. but having this much love surround you during such an important holiday for everyone involved, by blood or by choice, is romance enough.
8k fucking what is going awn wwww how is this longer than the 2nd installment for the older museum bf!tsukki wwwwwww.
happy (late) holidays, guys! i’ve been thinking ,,, there might be one fic left for me to upload this holiday instead of two more wwwwwwww im not sure if the last one will be out before another semester starts SO bear w me biting off more than i can chew 😵💫🙏
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Can i request the forced proximity dialogue 2? I'm thinking maybe in a camping setup and Y/N's tent would be compromised and she'd have to move to Kid's 🤭. Kid would be soooo worried but of course, he'd be tsundere about it 🤣🤣🤣🤣
KIDD; on the same tent
wc: 1381
dialogue: "never figured you for this much of a cuddler."
warning/s: fluff, sleeping together (like actually sleeping wwwww), cuddling, nothing really intense, wrote this with the thought of fem reader but gn could apply :)
eustass kidd has a crush on you. but he fucks you up so bad and always makes it his mission to annoy the absolute shit out of you–it's the only way he knows how to get your attention.
he got on you nerves, really. he was always first to counter you so you could have a back and forth with him and you hate how he's so smart and witty with it. he always one ups you and shows off how great he is, as if he's always trying to rile up a competition with you. and with the teasing, he never misses to fluster you and make you lose your tongue because he always hits the right pressure points with you.
it's a wonder you guys are in the same friend group but somehow hates each other's guts, not kidd though–matter of fact, he's crazy for you and everyone knows it but you.
so when your class went out camping for a project in a course, you made it your mission to stay as far away as possible from him.
"you're really gonna set up your tent up there while the rest of us are down here? terrain ain't lookin' fine in there." kidd peeked up the small cliff that leads to flat ground where you picked your tent spot. "thought you were smart."
"i'm missing the part where it's your business where i place my tent." you didn't spare him a glance, busying yourself with setting up your tent.
kidd raised his hands to surrender, leaving you be but is still keeping an eye out for you. soon enough, the class carried on with some camping activities: roasting barbecue and singing by the fire. until one of you guys whipped out cases of beer and gave everyone their share. that's when things got a little too out of hand.
everyone let loose, some showed different parts of themselves like being loud or dancing too much. someone almost got caught fire. you were no different either, your once reserved self let off a little too much steam and it got people looking. kidd was watching you the whole time. and so was the other guys who had their eye out for you.
so when kidd noticed a group of idiots advancing towards you, he was first to butt in and sit beside you—taking the place they were oh so desperate to take in a heartbeat.
"feelin' lightheaded, shortcake?" kidd blurted out, chugging off his beer bottle dry. "seems you can't hold your alcohol well, aye?"
"stop talking, my head hurts." you waved your hand tiredly, not even thinking who you're talking to.
"weaklings shouldn't fuck around rum, you're makin' a fool of yourself." kidd snatched the bottle off of your grip effortlessly. for the record, you were too drunk to have a proper grip.
"jackass." you rolled your eyes, pulling yourself up to stand but stumbling over your steps embarrasingly. kidd almost caught you but some bastard butted in, offering to take you to his tent since his is just near and yours is pretty far away. the bastard was spouting bullshit so you can get some rest. kidd sensed something foul with this one and he was quite literally seething.
you wouldn't agree either way, but you were too weak to protest. guess it was a bad idea having rum for the first time, especially in the wild like this. but before you could decline, you ended up puking on the guy.
he soon exclaimed in disgust, latching off of you as he padded off his puke-coated shirt. immediately getting turned off by you.
kidd exploded into maniacal laughter, falling over his seat as he watched the scene unfold. he found it hilarious. "i was gonna let you run off but seems you lost your ticket."
you ignored him. but instead, you don't know what came over you because you faced and gestured at him," mine's too far away so i'll sleep in yours." you made a beeline to it, not even waiting for his response and headed straight to his tent. kidd sobered up immediately to chase after you. cuz god forbid you would do this fucking sober.
before kidd could pull you out, you were already settled, fast asleep on his sleeping bed. it was a mistake that he rolled it out way too early. but he wouldn't let you sleep anywhere else either.
he sighed and zipped up the tent, still settling outside with his mates and leaving you be. he kept an eye out his tent the entire time while he was screwing around with his friends by the fire.
once it got late and the alcohol kicked in, kidd headed to his tent because his body felt heavy. but it seems no one was aware you're in his tent, no one mentioned anything about it.
kidd found you snoring and cuddled up in his sheets, he laughed to himself realizing he's got nowhere to sleep now that you've comfortably taken up his place. but he was way too tired to argue, and he wouldn't want to snatch the covers off of you when you looked that comfortable.
so he just zipped up his sweater and lied next to you, keeping a certain distance so as to not wake you up or give you the wrong idea. what baffled him more was that you were gradually scooting closer to him and nestling in his arm. as if forcing yourself closer to his torso and into his embrace.
that's why kidd decided to fuck it and just pull you close, he needs some sort of warmth. plus, you taking up his place would be enough reason for him to do this to you. something to get even with, on his eyes. his arm around your shoulder and as you subconcnsciously entangled your limbs with him. he soon drifted off to sleep and snored the night away.
until you woke up at 5 in the morning when you start to see the gradual lightening of the skies. you almost shot up your position when you pieced everything together and realized you were fucking sleeping and fucking cuddling with eustass kidd.
but you couldn't even move, because he kept you firm in place. it seems as if he's aware you're awake.
"never figured you for this much of a cuddler." you can hear the grin on his tone. "look how much you're latching on to me."
you finally garnered the strength to escape his grip, or he just let loose and decided to stop fucking with you. once you did, he put on a fake wince from the numbness of his arm as a result of you using it as a pillow the entire night.
"nothing else happened, right?" you asked out of absolute fear, looking over your shoulder.
"what difference would it make? minutes ago, we're so comfortable, ain't we?" his morning voice wasn't helping either. his voice was already deep and the certain drop and hoarseness of it was messing with your brain. the fact that his cologne latched onto your sweater and clung into your nares was enough to leave your mind in a flurry.
"kidd, be fucking real." you pushed him, irritated at his cockiness once again.
"hey, don't go hostile on me. you're the one who went here on you're own, fuckin' grabbed all my shit and slept with it. not to mention, you clung onto me like a damn koala bear. if i had anythin' to do with this, you'd shiver to death outside my tent." he grabbed his pillow and the blanket you once hoarded to go back to sleep. but that's not true, it'd be him shivering outside if that were ever the case.
"should've just asked me to leave. i'll go now." you gave up, not even wanting to talk to him about this.
"and let everyone see you got out my tent? now, isn't that somethin' to talk about." he was cocky, arrogant as he spelled it out for you. this motherfucker is enjoying this.
he's right. fuck, just like that again. he keeps giving you reasons to agree with him, just like in any other situations you two are in. you're starting to think that he's intentionally putting you two in these situations to just piss you off. but clearly, you screwed up this time.
"so what do you want me to fucking do?!" you turned to him, pushed on edge as you realized you're trapped in here with him.
"get back to bed." he shut his eyes with one arm spread out, almost like an invitation. he was slowly drifting off to sleep as you lose your head over this ordeal. "wouldn't hurt to cuddle a bit more if we've been doin' it the entire night."
SHIIIIT i got inactive again 🙇♀️
thank you for the request anon! 🌷 sorry for the long wait 😭🫰
first of all everything happened all at once i'm tellin ya ✋🥵 finals happened and we had a looooot of projects and up until now i'm still enjoying my vacay (rotting in my bed). i haven't had the will to pick this up but here we are <3 i hope to release more stuff hihihi i've also finished the cookbook thing so that's something to look forward to 😍
againnn very sorry for those who are waiting, but little by little i hope to get inspired again 💪🤩
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Okay listen, the mafia one on modern part but they met in prison because Y/N is Kid's personal nurse because someone so notorious and big and scary like him can't be admitted with the other inmates rightttt
Soooo was thinking that he'll break out with her andddd it starts from there 😍 dark romance?? Hehehe ❤️🔥
KIDD; mafia
🌷matchadobo's 500 followers event🌷
dialogue: "i told you not to get close to me."
wc: 3971
warning/s: fem!reader, prisoner!kidd x nurse!reader, sfw (though kidd is cheeky and handsy fufufufu), fluff??, get together, idk if this is dark romance enough omg, nothing really crazy hereee hehehe
the most notorious gang of the south blue was the kidd pirates. their name strikes fear in the hearts of many. the crimes they commit are unfathomable to the ordinary. and in the middle of it all stands eustass kidd. the man who carries despair on his wake as he leaves his mark on every act he does yet he remain untouchable.
until he finally got met with a criminal greater than his caliber and the cops had luckily got to him. luckily. if it weren't for the injuries he sustained, the mafia leader would've ran away on the loose.
now settled on the farthest cell of the south blue penitentiary, his restless and bleeding state as he waited for the professional assigned to him. because no one is strong enough to handle the monster that he is. to even care for a damn criminal terrorizing their country.
not for you though, this was big money to you; now that this person is a special subject. the idea of him being a criminal is nothing compared to the digits you'll be earning for just one treatment with him. imagine the accumulation of that. after all, you've been in the healthcare industry for a long while, nothing can faze you.
except that when he's finally a few feet away from you and there was no one aside from you and him and the two guards that he could easily knock out even with cuffs, you felt your throat run dry.
"ah, i got a bonnie this time?" his voice was deep, befitting of a hulking, seven foot man like him. he said it with much interest, a grin on his lips as he eyed you from the doorway.
you took a good look at him from afar. his body littered with tattoos, representing the battles he won. his hair was in a shade of red as fiery as his demeanor. he still exudes power in him despite being injured and having restraints.
he looks like shit though. so beaten up, no wonder the authorities got to him. he had a massive scar spanning the side of his face with blood dripping down from his head, the emergency gauze in his face had already been coated with his blood. it cascaded down his chest up until his brachium. you sauntered to him and assessed his injuries.
"fucked up my tattoos, no?" he looked at his arm, still coated with dried blood.
"hardly." you forced a smile. "it's already fucked up."
kidd chuckled dryly. "hah. they sent an interesting one this time, aye? thought nurses are nice to their patients."
"nice patients get nice nurses. do you think it applies to you?" you sharply retorted. "come closer." you gestured for him to do so and the shuffling of the chains resounded in the cemented room.
you start by taking off the gauze in his facd, circling your arms on the sides of his head to remove it from behind. he got a good whiff of your perfume, smirking afterward as he closely examined how you look like.
"what's with the snickering?" you broke out, continuing your work without looking at him.
"nothin' really. don't mind me, bonnie." he continued to muse at you, as if memorizing how you look. "name, huh?" he read your nameplate pinned on the shirt one side of your chest.
you hummed in response. you revealed his nasty scar, his other eye with its bright yellows now finally looking at you. you grabbed a damp cloth and dipped it in antiseptic. "this'll sting really bad, okay?" you warned him, hovering the cloth above his massive wound.
he chuckled, smile growing at each of your exchanges. "you do know who your patient is, aye?"
"trust me, even a mass of destruction like you would fold from the pain." your face softened, as if teasing him before finally placing the cloth above his wound.
you could see him doing everything in his power to not move a muscle but you can see how much his jaw was clenching, his fists balled up as you press deeper on his fresh wounds. you let out a giggle, mumbling an 'i told you so'.
"still gonna be you tomorrow?" he broke out as you started packing up your stuff after finalizing his chart.
"why? are you going to miss me?" you said as a joke because you get the feeling he'd hate your guts, but what he said did something to your heart. illegally.
"suppose i will." he smiled meekly, dandelion orbs reflecting his anticipation. "careful on your way out, bonnie. don't want ya gone before tomorrow." he said as a goodbye but sounded more of a threat.
you couldn't get him out of your head that night. i mean, your search history has his name all over it. his origin, his crimes, his stories, what the news says about him, who he is—it was almost a crime knowing everything about it at this point.
so when you came back the next day and he was seemingly anticipating your arrival, you can't help but ask about him.
"how did a man of your caliber got caught?" you broke out when you were a few inches away from his face, nursing his wounds as it looked slightly better than yesterday.
"oh? did you look me up when you got home yesterday?" he grinned, eyes boring through you as he observed the adorable blushing of your cheeks. you gradually chewed on your bottom lip from his gaze. "how about it? you in awe, bonnie?"
you just snorted, fighting off the smile in your lips as you fetched him another cloth for his arms. you should really be ashamed, having fun with this criminal.
"no no, disappointed maybe."
kidd's eyes darkened. but you were doing it on purpose, rid him of that arrogance that he has over you.
"you're tryna piss me off or what?" his tone got a bit lower but you remain unfazed, even grabbing his arm and pulling him closer so you would have an easier time nursing his wounds.
"is it working?" you patted on his wound a little too hard and he winced. even the guards got a little freaked out but you felt too bold.
"are other nurses this fuckin' annoyin' or i got the short end of the stick?"
you broke into a smile, a laugh escaping your nose. "you can get a new one if you don't like me anymore, i can place a request for you." your voice was soft because you were pretty close to his face.
"don't you dare." he reached for your wrist but was restrained by the cuffs. the guards nagged him for it but he flipped them off. "been a while since things got interesting as hell. you're at fault for it."
"so i amuse you?"
"aye. don't get too close to me though. you're well aware of that."
"that won't be a problem, don't worry. i'm out of your tail once you're all better, eustass."
but it is a problem, it's starting to atleast. because this man is so very fond of you. from the moment he first tried speaking your name to the now where he naturally makes you laugh. but you're not one playing house with him, he just has his way with words and you somewhat share the same humor. you never forget the fact that the man before you has blood in his hands and you make sure you're not dancing in it.
"got a boyfriend, bonnie?" he said out of the blue as you almost cut your finger peeling some apples for him.
"i don't think it concerns you if i do have one." you carried on with your task, fixated on not cutting yourself. he really has an overwhelming presence even if it's been a few weeks now. you can feel him eyeing you, watching your every move.
"hm? a little cold now, huh? 's like we haven't been spendin' weeks together." he chuckled a little. "i'm askin' so i know if i should book a reservation at that fancy diner once i get out later."
you spared him a look of disbelief, laughing afterward at the absurdity of his words. but he just had a soft grin as he watch you break into laughter. "you're kidding."
he shook his head, smile remaining as he slyly raised his brows. adoring how you became a little red. whether it was out of embarrassment or something else, he knew it was about him.
"like what, you're gonna break out?" you said as a joke but he seemed serious with his scheming eyes and sharp smile.
"aye. it'll be carnage." he angled his head further and closer to your face, you felt his breath against your neck.
your eyes widen. for the first time, you felt fear against him. because you know he's serious about it. he's got a sentence for more than a couple of decades but it's of no significance for the most notorious of south blue. he'll escape in no time either by his mates or by himself.
"how do you know i won't rat you out?" you raised a brow, finally finishing the last apple slice and setting it down the plate next to him. you grabbed a fork and started feeding it to him one by one. he remains restrained ever since he got detained, he's too dangerous to remove from cuffs so even the most basic thing such as eating is done by you.
"just a gut. you don't want me gettin' in any trouble, aye?" he bit off the apple and chewed as his smile grew when you tried fighting off your smile with a subtle shake of your head.
"then if you think i do, you wouldn't break out of here."
"ah, where's the fun in that?" he shook his head and clicked his tongue. he soon motioned for you to come closer because he'll whisper something. "they're gonna be 'ere by midnight, standby till then. aye, bonnie?"
it was foreboding. there was only a couple of hours until midnight and you had to be going before then. he asked you where he'll be picking you up but you just laughed it off with him. he wouldn't do it, right?
part of you was in denial that he'd actually push through, he can't pull it off, right? this is a massive fortress in the middle of the ocean. how did he even communicate all of this to his gang? but that's a fucking criminal who's outsmarted the entire south blue, so it wasn't much of an unrealistic thing.
until the alarms blared a couple of minutes after midnight and you were jolted awake. still not having a grasp of the situation, you took a few seconds to settle in and align yourself with the state of just waking up and the damned alarm that messed with your brain.
you fell asleep on the nurse's on call room, a building away from the inmates. you told yourself you'd only take a moment to rest so you can pack up and leave but it was too late. gunshots had already filled the halls.
next thing you know, the door got knocked over by eustass kidd himself. he got shot in his other healthy arm and ended up collapsing down the floor from the impact. this guy is so fucking battered.
"oh, looks like i still found my way around you." he looked up, clutching his flesh arm that was shot with his newly lodged metal ones. without the cuffs, he generated one for his missing arm.
"y-you're bleeding again! i got you all healed up on one side and you're fucking up the other! is this on purpose!?" you frantically asked, looking around the room for a first aid kit.
kidd chuckled, "still true to your duty even in off times? you're one hell of a nurse."
you heard the steps and the gunshots nearing, and you didn't think twice to drag you and kidd to the bathroom. the guards soon entered the on call room and it was a goddamn mess it looked like a typhoon ran through it. but kidd was nowhere in sight. the only place left to check was the bathroom, which had its lights on.
"w-what the fuck are you- why are you strippin'?!" kidd turned red and all flustered, you had him standing at the other end of the tub with the water running from the shower on the other end. "also, why the fuck did you turn the shower on?!" you hushed him, as if telling him to trust you.
you wrapped a towel around you and then took everything off. only thing left is your panties so you appear quite literally naked. you then got in the tub with kidd. wetting your hair, your face and shoulders before drawing the curtain. kidd remained in his position uncomfortably standing as far as he can and keeping his eyes off of you, even though the proximity was so suffocating.
not even a second passed and the door busted open with the cops and their rifles pointed at the drawn curtain. they instantly dropped their guard and got flustered when they saw you peak from the shower.
"oh shit- sorry, nurse name. we're just- your patient broke out, the mob boss-"
"get out!"
they left apologizing, not questioning you anymore because they have seriously overstepped. the fact that the suspect might be inside flew off their heads when they saw a half naked woman.
"did all that just to save my ass? and now you're half naked before me? aren't you such a doll." kidd said behind you, turning off the shower as he got close to you in doing so, his chest pressing on your back. "let's get that shit off, aye? water makes my metal arm go weak."
it was at that point where everything had dawned in on you. the bullshit you were doing. helping a criminal and you were on your panties with just a towel covering your bare frame before him. you felt cold and you instantly stepped out the tub.
"oh? don't be scared. i won't fuckin' bite. matter of fact, i respect it. made me admire you more." kidd planned to get out but you just rushed to him and drew the curtains once more. pushing him quite fiercely back in the tub he almost slipped.
"s-stop! i-i'll g-get d-dressed first!" you said in much like a blabber, hurrying to just put some clothes on. kidd couldn't contain his smile, leaning his head by the walls and laughing silently to himself. the pain in his arm fading with the burst of joy. his heart getting a little too excited for you.
once it's all over you had him sit down the toilet seat so you can clean his wound and take the bullet out.
"hey, bonnie." he started, observing how you try to calm down with that flustered look on your face amidst prepping his wound to take the bullet out.
"mind tellin' me why you're doin' all this? coulda just left me there, aye? it ain't me to sweat the little things but it makes me wonder a lot about you. ain't you scared of me? for what i might do to you now that i ain't in cuffs anymore?"his voice was dark and he spoke a little slower this time. with sincere and observant eyes. he's making you feel hot with his gaze, so much so that you can't get the damn gloves in your sweaty hands.
"shut up just- shut up." you mumbled, still not looking at him in the eye. his metal hand grabbed your hand, which was earlier busy with tending to his shot arm, to stop you so you can look at him.
"i told you not to get close to me." he started, "so why the fuck are you still playin' nurse while i'm on the run?"
he wasn't teasing nor was he fucking around. kidd was genuinely looking for answers. because he makes a damn good point in calling you out. but you don't know either. you can just leave him lying around. get his head roll so peace will finally be in the south once and for all. but you can't because you're way too fond of him too.
you revere the rush with him. you're such a freak really, the adrenaline you get from the danger he exudes. he makes you excited. feeling like this for a patient is unethical but hell, at this point with the shit you're doing, you're bound to lose your license at this point.
"i didn't forget that dinner you promised." you sat before him, gloves finally in place while holding the forceps you had in your first aid kit. "now keep quiet cause i'll get that bullet out."
kidd was speechless. his heart running a mile per second, the pain in his arm as you carried out the task was almost dulled because he couldn't hear anything but his heart. he never thought you'd feel the same way. he thought you were way out of his league. but here you are now, saving him for another chance and not leaving him susceptible for infection.
but it was not long before he squirmed in pain when the bullet lodged in his brachium moved with you trying to pull it out. you tried alleviating his agony by gently holding him in place by the side of his neck, your thumb soothing circles near his pulse. he was going fucking ballistic at this point with your touch and stimulation and the excruciating pain in his arm.
once you got the bullet out, he was sweating. his body limp and leaning on the tiled walls of the bathroom. you stitched him up soon after cleaning his wound and then bandaged him. he was quiet and was watching you the whole time. very still and was not even teasing you.
"that was the longest i've heard you shut your mouth. was it that painful?" you joked, chuckling as you cut off the final strip of bandage from the roll.
but kidd had pulled you into a kiss with his metal arm when you met his eyes after your joke. he caught your breath as he grinned through your lips, angling his head better to sneak in his tongue. and you just melted like a puddle. your eyes wide open throughout the kiss.
but it was not long before you melted, taking him all in and closing your eyes. his tongue driving you nuts as you squeezed on his thigh, asking him to stop because more of it will make you explode.
once he pulled away, he gave your chin a little poke. the metal playfully meeting your skin with its cold surface.
that's how the most notorious man of the south had escaped with his assigned nurse. news spread out quickly that it was a love out of a novel that sparked in the walls of the prison. some crazy x crazy crap you two danced on.
because why else would you be so keen on making yourself smell good before he picks you up for that dumb dinner? maybe he'd like a sweet smell? or maybe a powdery smell? an erotic one?
and when did the most notorious overthought how he did his hair when he never really cared about it? would you like to see it messy? styled?
kidd had you wore a silk red dress he picked out while he donned a matching one. he pulled up with his convertible on one of his villas that he had you stay in for the time being. he let himself in and waited for you by the couches near the stairs, impatiently at that.
"couldn't wait any longer in your car?" your voice echoed the huge walls of his manor. he looked up and saw you, his heart skipped a beat at how mesmerizing you already look even when you're this far.
"i don't like waiting." he replied, a soft grin as he kept his eye on you as you descended the stairs and finally got close to him. "knew red would look good on you." kidd snaked his flesh arm on your side, placing a kiss down your neck so as to not ruin your make up.
he felt your pulse quicken and your breath hitch when he pulled away. his arm around you tighten. his cologne pungent. and you saw his scar up close, the one you nursed—god, he looked hot.
"hm? somethin' on my face?" he tilted his head a little, discerning the look in your eyes.
you held his cheek close and placed a kiss on his lips. a kiss that's been precarious and has been begging ever since you two parted ways—when he dropped you off of this villa and he went to his own place for a couple of days. you didn't catch sight of him nor did he stop by for a few days, you figured it's some things he's catching up on with the underworld cause he's been MIA for several weeks because of his arrest.
"your lips need more pigment, i don't want you looking dead when i got you all healed up." you wiped your thumb to the corner of his lips, getting rid of the smudged area. you admired your creation with a soft grin.
kidd fought every fiber of his being to not just sling you in his arm and take this all upstairs. after all–with one flick of his finger, that metal ring that keeps your dress together will come right off because that thing you did flipped a switch in him.
"since when did you become so damn cheeky." he slung his arm behind your neck and walked with you out the door. he shut the door behind you before manipulating the car door with his ability from afar so you could get in with ease.
"hm? isn't that one of the things why i amuse you?" you faced him, observing how he would react at your reply. but your stomach was already growling so he ended up laughing in driving off.
"you're kiddin'. how're you only gonna eat a steak dish at a michelin restaurant?" kidd almost berated you at your hesitance when you're literally having a date with one of the richest people in the world.
"i-it's my first time here i want to take it easy, plus i... think it'd be overstepping if i order a lot." you fiddled with your fingers. this wasn't your usual saturday nights so you felt a little shy about it.
"bonnie." he pulled you closer by the curve of your hips, the seat was a semicircular sofa surrounding half of the circular table so he was handsy with you. "this is my treat. the shit i'm spendin' 'ere ain't even a dime to me. so fuck off with that oversteppin' shit you're on about and enjoy the dinner with me, aye?" he slowly laid it out for you in his ear, his fingers digging on the sides of your bare thigh.
as you almost break into a smile, you hear gunshots from afar the restaurant with wares breaking and people exclaiming. kidd's grip around you tightened and he immediately pulled out his gun.
then it dawned in on you. you're both wanted, branded as fugitives. you might as well learn how to fight now, because you'll always be doing it with kidd on your side. constantly being on the run as the first lady of the south blue's most notorious man.
AAAAAHHH 🥹🫶 this was kinda hard to do! i didn't know how to make it dark romancy? as a SN this got me thinkin too much 🫣😳
thank you so much for the request anon! 🌷 kidd as a mafia boss 🤩🔥
if you guys are interested in requesting a fic for my 500 followers event, my askbox is open! click here for the main event post for more info :DD i have slots for forced proximity, hurt to comfort, fantasy, he puts you in your place (smut), and modern aus!
FIRST FOLLOWER EVENT LETSGOOOOOOOOO can i request the 2nd dialogue in hurt to comfort for kidd and reader? heavily inspired by the massive multiplayer online lores that love and deepspace gave birth to, it could be a reincarnation au too. like 1st life is them meeting, 2nd is them being tragic or the alternate fuck ass ending, 3rd is one of them not in the same timeline, and 4this them meeting in the grandline or smth. i want one of them to be the one who always remembers, so it felt like theyve been waiting for a long, long time. so like when they meet again in the most recent life, the one who always forgets finally remembers and say smth like sorry for making u wait and shit then the one who remembers is always took you long enough. the 2nd dialogue could be in a written letter in their 1st life or smth BUT it will always make its appearance all throughout their 4 lives or smth. (i know it says 3 u can alter this however u wantttt)
KIDD; three lives
🌷matchadobo's 500 followers event🌷
wc: 3496
warning/s: fem reader, no nsfw very fluff/angst, parallel universes, more on introspection, not much dialogues, hurt to comfort, happy ending!
dialogue: "if i had three lives, i'd marry you in two. the other life, i would be an artist trying to mold you into existence."
eustass kidd was a normal guy. has a stable job at his own mechanic shop, slept around a little too cool off some stress, has good people around him—but it was all mundane. he felt like it lacked. until he started dreaming about you. not just one, but consecutive and connected ones. it was like a whole fucking series in his head.
kidd keeps having dreams that are so incessant, it's almost haunting him. it creeps him out because it's always something about one person. it's not the repetitive dreams where the same thing happens all the time. it's always something new but it's always you who stands in the middle of it all.
at first it puzzled him, pissed him off why he always wakes up with his heart racing and feels disappointed because it ended. he's annoyed at himself because he wants more, it's what he always looked forward to for the day. he knows damn well he'd be dreaming about you.
it felt real, too damn real it's fucking him up to his very core. with every night and every dream, it's felt like he's always learning something about you. night by night, he experiences something special with you.
from the very first moment he met you when he first dreamed about you, on that field of tulips where your hair danced with the wind and drew his attention more to your face. and you donned that flowy red dress that matched the same red in his hair and cheeks. up until the moment he confessed under the stars.
he was delusional really. waking up everyday just to sculpt you into his metal works, welding all day and shaping up scraps of metal in the thought of you. how you look like, your favorite things, the jewelry you wear, how you feel under his fingertips, the shape of you, and even the littlest things he remembers about you. he does it just so he wouldn't forget.
and for a moment there, his life somewhat meant something. you felt so real and if he were to be branded as a freak, he wouldn't give a shit.
but deep within him, he felt like that's all there is to it. the life he has with you is confined within the walls of his mind. in the dreams he experiences each night, he'd be secure enough to think he'd see you again when the day ends.
he only realized that time was running when the dreams stopped. when he woke up with tears streaming down his eyes and the last thing you told him was goodbye as life slowly drew out of you in the hospital bed. and he realized it was the end of it all, the end of you.
it was too late to realize that kidd grew old and complacent with the thought of you keeping him happy. never had he thought of keeping someone with him in his life other than you.
so when he still felt that fire in him, still had the vitality in him that had been fueled with your memories with him. he made it his mission until his hands give out and let his fingers curse him out from the amount of scars, bruises, and grazes that metalmaking induced upon his body. kidd was determined to make you real, even if he was to be called crazy. you deserve a large scale statue as his most revered.
"if i had three lives, i'd marry you in two. the other life, i would be an artist trying to mold you into existence." he said in his last breath, glancing at the statue as the last thing he saw before dying.
eustass kidd made a name for himself as a renowned metal sculptor of his era. an artist so foul with his crude attitude yet his works symbolized a most delicate muse, a theme that revolved in his single most cherished treasure that is you. even keeping a ring with your initials in his finger until he got buried six feet under.
but he's damned enough to be the only one to remember. after all, you were just a figment of his dreams. as you stood above the damp soil with the rain dripping down your frames, a blade begging to cut his throat as it lie precarious below his chin.
you donned the coat in white stained with the massive letters of justice on its back, the red tulips brushing by your shins. kidd remained unfazed, a soft grin on his tinted lips as he fought the tears threatening to fall down when you finally stand in front of him. the fire in your eyes not losing its embers.
"found you." he mumbled in mischief, snatching the blade off of your grip with his devil fruit when he caught you off guard with his statement.
you were quick to evade his advances, kicking off your feet in the ground so you could increase the distance between you and him. but it seemed like he wasn't trying to land a hit on you, it seemed as if he wanted to just get his hand on you, restrain you or something.
"fine by me, i can subdue you perfectly well without my sword." you situated a fighting position, fists on your eye level as you try and predict his movements.
kidd chuckled, twisting your blade by his hands and using it instead as he pointed it at you. "i guess i'll indulge you for now, bonnie. i'll think about gettin' ya later."
there was a long while where you two fought, you held yourself well enough with him almost playing with you with your sword and his ability. it pissed you off so much that he somehow maneuvered a way for you to now be under him, overwhelmed by the other weapons he magneted which were precarious on your neck.
"now the tulips are all ruined." he looked around in the earlier vibrant yet now desolate place as some flowers were stepped on and sliced. "bummer, aye? ain't these your favorite, name?"
your eyes widened. why is he acting so coy and friendly?! how did he know tulips were your favorite?! he's been acting so relaxed even when you're in full intent of subduing him, killing him if worse comes to worst.
"have we met before?" you had to ask, you weren't familiar with him because he was a pirate from the emerging worst generation and you had just got your position as a captain.
kidd bursted into laughter yet he looked at you with pained eyes. "if i said yes, would you believe me?"
you shook your head, finding the leverage to flip your positions so you were now on top of him and you had finally yanked your blade back from him. you didn't hesitate to leave a scar on the side of his neck as you stabbed your blade by the ground next to his neck; and with one twist and slash, his head will be rolling. "i'm not playing around, pirate. you're done for."
kidd smiled, his eyes observing you and that passion in your eyes. "too soon to say that, bonnie. don't you wanna play around some more? see where this takes us?" he tilted his head mockingly, raising a brow as his yellows teased you. "although i already know where you'll end up." he propelled himself up with his agile body, using his devil fruit to replace his position with a big metal scrap that almost killed you.
and he slipped off your grasp just like that, such power and deviance; you hated it. you were this strong and he managed to overwhelm you. you see him back on his ship, standing tall and arrogant on the bow of his ship as he grinned at you before turning his back away as if to tell you to catch him if you can.
and you did. you had your eyes set on him as your prey. it was safe to say that he left an impression on you. he was your motivation to become stronger, training everyday so you don't become the same sorry marine who couldn't catch him.
it was around the same time that you see his name so frequently plastered on the bounty walls. as you rose up the ranks, you noticed how his bounty also grew gradually. until his bounty reached three billion and you were promoted as a vice admiral.
kidd deemed it the perfect time to finally tell you everything. he seemed to have orchestrated everything for you two to meet again on those once desolated tulip fields in the south blue, which were now in full bloom during spring.
the wind blowing through your hair with the sun illuminating your face clearly. you also saw him perfectly close that time. and this time, you weren't at each other's throats. you were crying before the damn pirate you had set your eyes on as your prey, to whom you vowed on to put behind bars and promised to grow stronger than.
but you still didn't know why you were crying. maybe it's because with the way he narrated everything from the beginning, it made sense. even though you couldn't remember. there was a faint familiarity that it did happen.
"why are you cryin'? come on now, vice admiral." he pulled you into his embrace, a hand on your head as he stroked your hair. "thought you got strong enough not to be sobbing on my chest, aye?"
"f-fuck off." you drummed in his chest, hicupping as you sobbed before his story. "i-i worked my ass off for what?! just to end up back with you?! fucking damn it."
but it was true. you felt like you've met before. just a little differently. it must be why you felt so damn close to him even at the first time you two met. like you've uttered his name before and you were meant to do so.
but you latched yourself off of him and held your blade against him once more, wiping off your tears and gripping the handle of your sword firmly. "if i lose, i'll let you go."
"aw shucks, gettin' soft on me, bonnie?"
and your blades clash once more. but this time, it was too hard for you for some reason. knowing the fact that you and kidd were somehow fated and that he knew how everything will end up. that kidd loved you and you loved him at some point in time. it wavered your conscience. what shakes you more is how kidd had maintained his front back then, going toe to toe with you despite being the same strength as you back then with the thought that you and him had gone through such a life back then. maybe that's why you lost and kidd gave you a parting kiss on the forehead before completely disappearing as you stayed true to your promise, kneeling down the floor in defeat with your blade broken. but it was not long before you completely lost it.
the kidd pirates was completely eradicated.
written in bold, capital letters in red as the main headliner of the newspaper. your heart sank and you started going lightheaded. your fellow navy checked up on you but you couldn't hear them. your chest was so tight you had to loosen your tie and take off your coat from feeling way too hot and cold at the same time. it can't fucking be! he's not fucking dead, is he?! not when you haven't told him how you feel yet.
so you set sail on your own, desperate to get to elbaf. a part of you speaks that you will never find him there. elbaf is a dangerous place and if akagami got him, well it's fucking over. but it was at that moment when you started believing in fate. when you saw victoria punk shipwrecked on the shore on a desolate island with a meager amount of trees near elbaf. you hurriedly hopped off your ship to search for him in the ship. it was starting to scare you, seeing how dilapidated the ship was and with how it's looking, there was no signs of life.
"think i died, bonnie?" a hoarse voice resounded from a far, emerging from the small spot of abutting trees. he looked fucked up, his only arm in a bandage sling as he suffered a few scars in his torso. you caught him when he lost balance of himself.
"what the fuck are you doing?!" you broke into tears, hitting his chest despite his protests of an injury there. but he honestly didn't mind, the joy he was feeling was unparalleled with the pain you're inflicting. it was numb at this point, because all that remained was the torrent of endorphins in his system with your touch and the sight of you all over him. "i thought you died, kidd! jesus christ!"
he leaned in your touch. "i'm plenty strong, bonnie. won't go down that easily, aye?"
you lost touch with the navy since then. you had a bounty almost on par with kidd, since you're a high ranking officer who possesses knowledge only the navy has and a pirate with a caliber and ferocity of a vice admiral. you both were a damn force of nature. it was unknown to the navy that your connection with kidd will turn into something so grand, let alone the manifestation of the connection itself. you two made a name for yourselves in the great pirate era, standing alongside the pirate king as his other half up until your very last breath.
and even after all that, you would still be clueless on how it will happen all over again. as the notorious eustass kidd made his way to detention languidly, his once weary self stopped on his tracks and almost tripped over himself when he caught glimpse of you introducing yourself to the class next to his as a new student.
you two locked eyes because his sudden movements got caught in your periphery. you stuttered in your words when you locked eyes. you were first to look away because you realized the silence you left in class upon fumbling.
kidd remembered once more and faintly smiled to himself, his fists in his pockets grew tighter as the birthday party in his heart rejoiced. so you really were meant to be even after two lifetimes.
the following days were the same. when either of you walks by the classroom of each other, there would be a time where the world will somewhat stop as you two stomach the fact that you were indeed making eye contact. and the flurry comes after when the one of you breaks tit and the butteflies goes crazy.
that went on for a while—a harmless little crush, a little something to look forward to everyday for school. until the annual school trip came where each year visits historical places for their finals.
"hey, hey! isn't it crazy how these statues look so much like name?"
"that's impossible! these were ancient, right?!"
some of your friends call out, nudging you to have a look. it was uncanny. it was almost as if it predicted how you'd look like when you grow older. but you just brushed it off from the mere fact of getting creeped out at how accurate it was.
you couldn't see it but kidd was closely watching your group, you especially who was engrossed in it. he was keen on observing how you were so curious by it—how you tried to look at it on different angles, peeking on the sides as if you'd find something hidden in it, or how you narrow your eyes at it to see some unveiled details. he chuckled to himself, shaking off his head at how adorable you look. if it weren't for him interfering you would've reached over to touch the statues and caused a goddamn alarm to blare across the whole museum.
"it does look like you, ain't it?"
"n-nah, that's just a coincidence." you got embarrassed, realizing how much you've been gawking at it and how the guy you've been eyeing is now talking to you.
"mm-mm, says the artist had a muse." he turned to you, as if implying it was you, waiting for you to face him.
"what are you... talking about? i'm the artist's muse or something?" you said after laughing dryly, sarcastic even as you look at him in disbelief. "are you for fucking real?"
but he only had an amused smile, hands in his pockets as he turned to look at the statue once more, eyeing every detail then back at you.
"seems real enough to me."
kidd shrugged and walked away as he let you internalize the mystery before you. he headed to the outside portion of the museum where several installations await, leaving you dumbfounded as you looked at the mirror-image of the statue. it can't be, right?
but it seems kidd was the only one initiating a damn conversation about this, so you followed him. plus, he smells good and is definitely your type.
"hey! have we met before?" you called out, panting as you tried catching up to him from the flights of cobble stairs that lead to a garden of tulips.
in the span of time where you two met, had your eye out for each other, branding the other as your "crush"—you two are well aware of each other's names, classes, and demeanor. but never had you thought that that familiarity would be so powerful for you to be feeling this mad when you saw him under the sunset like it's fucking deja vu. he only donned his school uniform but he looked so special in your eyes, you might be the only one seeing this troublemaker that way.
"beats me." he replied, gazing out the field and bending down to grasp a flower, picking it up afterward.
"kidd! you're not allowed to do that!" you ran up to him, his name somehow rolling off your tongue so naturally. he ignored you and continued with his heinous act, he glanced at it a little before giving it to you. "we finally met again, bonnie."
time had stopped and the wind blew a little too hard, even your tears got swept away which had unknowingly started falling.
"e-eh? why am i crying?" you felt your eyes stung and your cheeks damp. you laughed, feeling silly as you wipe them off with your hands clutching the flower he gave you.
"so you remember some of it. it just ain't so obvious, aye?" he ruffled your hair and it felt nice, his touch felt warm and it felt right.
when the trip was over and you guys were taken home, kidd took you out for yakiniku and you aren't stupid to not agree.
"you're kidding."
"i'm not, brat."
"don't call me a brat."
"then fuckin' believe me, why else would i kid around? to sound goddamn insane?"
he does have a point. why else would he be spouting off nonsense? that you two always met in the three lives he lived. like a sappy plot out of a romance novel, you two are fated by destiny.
"only three lives though?"
"aye. what? still not enough for you?" kidd chuckled, reaching over to wipe off residual food on the corner of your mouth. you seem to have been so invested in eating.
"so all the other universes perished and only these three universes are the only ones that survived?"
for a moment, kidd got lost in you. your words resonated with him the most despite the fact of you being in the dark. you tilted your head, growing conscious at the fact that he was just staring at you or maybe if it was something you said.
"now i'm saying silly things, forget what i said-" you nervously laughed, stuffing yourself with more yakiniku.
"nae, nae. hold it." he held your wrist, preventing you from choking. "so you think this whole shit is silly, huh?" his grip on you tightened, but he was just teasing you, a pretend front that you got him a little angry. yet you were too flustered with his touch and gaze to realize that he was just fucking with you.
"n-no! of course not! i-i like it, it's romantic! k-kinda magical, you know?" you waved your hands as a convincing way to tell him that you don't think it's all a sham. "it's a nice way to say we're meant to be." you looked away to avoid his gaze because you can't look at him with the embarrassing red in your cheeks as you squeezed onto the hem of your school skirt.
"got your heart racing, aye? leaves me wonderin' how i'll meet you again in the next one."
HOOOOOOOOOO 🥺☹️🥰 this was so good for my heart omg please thank you so much @tokwatbababooey for requesting 😍
this is such an amazing concept! i had so much fun conceptualizing reallyyyy 😙 finally done with my exams! so i hope i could finally make time for my backlogs here 😝 i'm not very good with angst so i hope this is ok ><
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can i request the 3rd dialogue in modern au with poly law and kidd??? gn or fem reader is fineeee. i would like for it to be crack-ish where it's really just idiots to lovers, kiddlaw/law x reader/kidd x reader can be established since i want one of the three to be in absolute yearning hence the idiots to lovers bc the yearning character is constantly mistaking the advances of the established two towards them. like i want the yearning character to be equal parts annoyed, endeared, and angsting over the established two. you can make it a bit angsty but happy ending is the endgame hehehe.
KIDD & LAW; soulmate
*pls ignore the wrong ask i uploaded the other day 😭 there were so many asks i got confused (this was before the ask i mistakenly uploaded so mbmb)
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dialogue: "are you plannin' on confessin' or do we need to sweep you off your feet to make it happen?"
wc: 4345
warning/s: very sfw, fluff!, drinking, poly!law!kidd!fem reader, established kidd x reader (bf/gf), soulmate au where you hear bells whenever you touch your soulmate unless a confession happens, i think this is very geared towards law tho 💉
trafalgar law has a crush on you. and it's not just silly little crushes he used to have when he was a child, it was an embarrassingly huge crush. the one that he'd feel warm and fuzzy even for the slightest things.
like right now when you're so close to falling asleep on his shoulder during lecture. you guys just finished a long quiz and lost all fucks to give so your body is giving up completely.
not law though, he was perfectly awake. the rapid beating of his heart was keeping him on his feet as he felt your head precariously land on his shoulder, your forearm brushing by his tatted ones. he tried his best to keep still whilst taking notes and actively listening to class.
what felt like hours turned into seconds because the professor dismissed you all. the shuffling of the seats as your blockmates stood up woke you up.
"shit, how long was i out?" you ran your fingers through your hair as law busied himself with packing up his stuff, all the while trying to hide his blush.
"beats me." he aloofly replied, because if he said more he'd just embarrass himself with nonsense.
you two made your way out the room and eventually out the building, only to find your boyfriend waiting out with his motorbike. he had his helmet on but you knew it was him, from the gaudy color of red of his vehicle and helmet. you smiled at him, all your exhaustion vanished as he welcomed you with a hug.
"baby, you finished class early?" you mumbled on his shoulder, speech muffled from your embrace.
"mhm, thinkin' we'd stop by a diner. and since it's a little early, do a little bit of billiards and drink some booze. how does that sound?" his hands crept up your waist, embracing you tighter as you looked up at him and he reveled on how you look.
"heaven." you smiled. "but we've got some stuff to do, exams are coming up and... law and i..."
"right, of course." he sighed. "do we fit in this bike on ride home or?" kidd gestured to law, looking around as if gauging the impossibility if the three of them would fit.
"i'll take the bus. don't worry." law smiled at him wryly, "i'll get going, traffic's a pain." you waved him goodbye.
"man that guy's so hard to talk to. 's like he always got a stick up his ass. how're you friends with him?" he fetched you your helmet and made space for you behind him.
"oh shut up, it grows on you really. he's a nice guy. just acts like a jackass sometimes. kinda like you." kidd gave you a grumble after that.
law had been in your dorm more than the amount of times you can count. he's your friend and you always study and do some work with him, just like now. he's smart as hell and you two are pretty close. to him, he finds you the least insufferable out of all the people in your university.
"i'll just piss." law excused himself, heading to the bathroom. only to find kidd using the toilet too. his shirt was off, but his back was facing law because of how the toilet was positioned.
"oh fuck, sorry." law turned around.
kidd snickered, finishing up as he pulled his sweatpants up. he headed to the sink to the side, looking at law by the mirror who still had his back turned.
"it's alright, torao. no biggie walkin' in."
law finally turned around, meeting eyes with kidd who was now facing him with crossed arms. as if waiting for law to do something.
"should've locked the door."
"my bad, then." kidd stood upright, walking by the doorway where law was leaning on the side. "i'll keep it in mind next time."
at that moment where kidd and law bumped shoulders on kidd's way out, law heard the same bell he's been hearing whenever you and him touch. kidd thought it was just him imagining it but before he could confront law about it, law had already shut the door and locked it out of sheer panic.
law first heard the bells with you when you accidentally hugged him during an icebreaker at class, you two got paired up that time. you two were the only ones who got a correct answer so your excitement took over you. that was also the time law started having a crush on you. he just didn't act on it because you had kidd already.
this soulmate thing was so stupid and bothersome to law. especially when his "soulmate" is off with someone else. he was starting to think that it was only him hearing the bells. because see, you hear bells when you touch with your soulmate. the ringing stops when you both confess and get together. pretty fucking dumb if your soulmate already heard hers with someone else.
but law shook it off his head, he washed his face and took a deep breath. he relieved himself and prayed kidd wasn't waiting outside. he soon saw the redhead chilling by their couch, booting up a video game. law was relieved and headed back to their dining table to continue some work for the two of you.
unbeknowst to the black haired, kidd was eyeing him the entire time. not out of negative intent or some sort, he was amused and interested. he definitely heard that bell. he and law never really had interactions, much less touch each other. so when he did earlier, it was no mistake.
evening came and law went home, leaving you and kidd to your company. you whipped up some dinner and ate with kidd by the couch as he got some movie playing for you two.
"babe."
"yeah?"
"i heard bells with torao earlier."
your food got caught in your throat kidd had to physically tap your back, tears were coming out of your eyes as the food you previously had in your mouth got all over the floor. he handed you some water after your accident died down.
"damn, you alright?" he rubbed your back, a puzzled face as he assessed how you look.
"that's- i do too, kidd! i hear bells with him too!" you wiped off your mouth with the back of your hand, holding kidd's hand in yours. "ever since the start, i kinda hugged him-"
"you hugged him?" he was quick to reply with a raise of his brow.
"yeah- hey wait, don't get jealous on me now! i got excited, we got a point because of him. only us!" you narrated the entire thing to kidd and he did the same with the bathroom encounter with law.
"that's fuckin' weird, right? i mean, we heard bells with each other, right? or is that not..." kidd scratched the back of his head, placing his plate down because the conversation was getting intense.
"we did, dumbass. of course we did, we even tested it out, right?" you giggled, remembering having sex with him without a confession. you two had to stop because it was bothering you both you two couldn't get in the mood. and that's how you two confessed, naked in kidd's bed on your tenth date. "but is it possible to have another one?"
"you said you're hearing bells with him, and i did too. no way it could be far fetched if it's the two of us, aye?" he rubbed his temples. "wonder what's he thinkin', he'd be lyin' if he says he ain't hearin' shit."
law was losing his mind. he was doomscrolling on the internet. a polyamorous relationship from the soulmate phenomenon, something to explain the dramatic rhythm of his heart that never calmed down. from the way he felt kidd's eyes lingered and gave him a fistbump by the chest when he was about to leave or how you always hit him lightly for his sarcastic jokes. his head was fucking imploding with the bells.
"i think he was hesitating cuz we're already together. b-but are you okay with it? if we three ever get together?"
"i don't exactly hate it. i found him reaaally damn amusing when you introduced him at first. that attitude he has, it pisses me off so much." he scrunched his nose, remembering how law somewhat ignored him on their first meeting. "but i know for a damn fact, if we didn't get together first. i'd have a crush on him, heavily."
"right?!" you hopped on his fanboy train, fawning over law. "he's so good looking, kidd! right?"
"you know what? i've got an idea, babe. it torao is strugglin' on keepin' it all to himself, why don't we help him out?" kidd had that knowing grin, eyes gleaming with his scheming.
"you want to go to a concert with me?" law pointed to himself, looking at kidd like he grew another head.
law passed by the university gym and stared a little too long when he saw kidd benchpressing. like a rabbit in heat, he gawked like a whore. so much so, kidd had noticed and decided to execute the first step of your guys' plan.
"us three. name wanted me to pass it on." he grinned. "heard you're a fan of the strawhats too, name and i always go to their gigs."
"that's fine."
"mm-mm. you're comin', it ain't a question." kidd crossed his arms, sweaty biceps bulging before law. since kidd was taller, law had to fight the temptation to look ten times harder.
"sorry?" law raised a brow, shifting in one foot as he got a bit irritated.
"wear your best shit, torao." kidd nudged him intetionally, playfully punching his shoulder. and there it is again, the bells. law almost felt like vomiting. not from disgust, but sheer disbelief. he hears the same with you from the start and that was cemented. but with kidd too? this is just too much for him.
"do you think he'll come?" you worriedly gaze over kidd, frantic as you held his hand from his arm around you. law was apathetic, but he's not an asshole to keep you guys hanging. atleast you'd hope he is.
"course he would. i'll drag his ass out his dorm if he didn't." kidd gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "hah, speak of the devil."
you see law rounding a corner donning a striking, jaw-dropping, toe curling fitted long-sleeved mesh top in black, teasing slivers of his tanned skin littered with tattoos from his chest down to his arms were in full display. he paired it with his signature dotted denim pants in a lighter shade of blue. his boots made him almost taller than kidd. his hat was off and his jewelries were hanging idly. the dim ambiance outside the venue wasn't helping, law's bedroom eyes looked unimaginably deeper. he looked like sin, dripping with felony they would commit over and over with no remorse. he was fucking hot, illegally so.
"traffic kept me. it hasn't started yet, right?" law thought he had something in his face or was wearing his shirt inside out because you and kidd were just staring. it worried him but he kept a cold face. "you two look like fucking idiots. something so wrong with my face?"
you cleared your throat. "i-it hasn't- yeah, uh- we um-" but you were unintelligible. literally just opening your mouth just to keep your drool from not falling. but the silence was also suffocating you.
"you sure could fuckin' dress, torao." kidd slung an arm around law, pulling him closer. kidd had a whiff of law's cologne and fell in love instantly, even the bells ringing was dulled.
law smelled like coffee. he exudes a little burnt sugar and caramelly scent, but he still smelled strong and smelling sweet was far from what he had. it was palpable that it had a tinge of the smell of alcohol, it was inviting and warm once it entered your system. it burned a little when it settles down your throat. and kidd was so close to losing himself and pulling this man into a kiss. you fell in love everyday really, it feels like cheating.
while you were busy gawking at him, it took everything for law to not pull you to a room and take everything off with the way you donned your fit. he hated how kidd being close to him made him quite vulnerable with the feeling of kidd's frame on him, pulling him close. how his torso was pressed to his sides, fingertips squeezing his deltoids. and you pinching his cheek as you playfully invited him to go inside already. he was overstimulated at this point.
so far the concert was a blast, until it wasn't. at the climax of one of their songs, the power went out and the collective disappointment of the crowd was way louder than the string that snapped on sanji's guitar. but you, your world ultimately stopped.
the dark had always freaked you out. it makes the walls of your heart clench and suddenly you forget how to breathe. you had to hold onto anything to not lose yourself completely. you held law's hand as a reflex, you felt him stiffen up from his grip on you but he didn't let go.
"what- why are you?" he asked, you can hear his raised brow from his statement. he soon realized it from the way you cling onto him, your hand shaking in his. he sighed and patted your head. he soon fished out his phone and opened his flashlight. "there, not so scary anymore."
he sounded crass as usual, but you knew he meant well. he always does. whenever his tone seems off and not match his true intent, you know him so well to recognize that he meant it with genuinity.
kidd apparently was four people away and only found you guys from law's flashlight. he somehow got stowed and made friends with other people during one of the tracks. he knew you'd immediately have a difficulty with the blackout.
"hey, hey, it's alright, babe. we got you." kidd placed his arm around you and law as he stood behind in between the both of your frames.
"i'm fine, jackass." law mumbled. yet he didn't shake off kidd. as a matter of fact, he loved it there. but he'd never admit that really.
"hm? think ya need it too tho?" kidd's words were suggestive, or was law delusional?
kidd's hand that was initally placed on law's shoulder pulled him closer, his forearm now hanging loosely down law's chest. law just glared at him, soon keeping his head down as he took advantage of the darkness to keep his blush.
"how you feelin', love?" kidd mumbled to you earnestly, pulling your head to his chest as you shifted to hug him and let go of law's hand.
"that was so fucking scary." you let out a deep breath, feeling safe as kidd finally engulfed you in his warmth.
"thanks, law. sorry i suddenly held your hand. i get super freaked out in the pitch black darkness." you sheepishly got back to him.
that thing you did, the bells went crazy with it. but you are law's priority, so the chaos in his mind and heart was nothing. but as he looked back and with you bringing it up, he found himself melting in putty as you looked up at him with that cute little blush that makes his chest hurt.
"don't be shy about it, then." he gave your chin a playful rub, not hesitating anymore as he couldn't contain that little smile you elicit from him. "isn't like you."
even kidd felt that rush down his stomach. it's like you both felt butterflies with his response. law was always austere and inexpressive, that just now made you two all the more sure that maybe, just maybe this thing between you three is actually something.
from that point on, law got comfortable. jamming with you both, touching each other more, and finally letting loose.
"i'll pay for the food." law fished out his wallet from his bag.
"no no, i got it." kidd shook his head profusely, preparing to stand up to go to the counter.
"okay, hell no. just listen." he asserted, slapping off kidd's hand that already held his credit card. "first, you guys paid for the concert. and now, the food too? now you're just making me look like an ass." law rolled his eyes.
kidd took a long look at law then at you who was giggling and then back at law with a raised, annoyed brow. man this guy amuses him down to the depths of his fucking core. he wants him so bad. he finds the sass so damn hot.
"right. by all means." kidd raised his hands in defense. as law stood up, you volunteered to go with him. you somehow wanted more of him.
"did you had a good time, law?" you looked up at him, the alcohol slowly taking over you as you subconsciously leaned closer. there was some waiting time as the cashier processed your food bill.
"i did. thanks." he smiled a little, letting you cling on him. "and you're very drunk right now." he pushed your forehead with his forefinger, away from him as you dangerously got close.
"pffft, i'm not drunk. i just like looking at your eyes."
"yeah?" law got a little too brave, your perfume clouding his senses. even with the staff looking at two of you, he remains unbothered. which was unusual.
"and i like your hair," you reached and combed through his raven locks and law just let you, even though the bells were driving him crazy with your proximity under him. "and your tattoos." your fingers traced his tattos which were peeking from his collarbone down to his arms and roughened fingers. you can feel his goosebumps as you glide your fingers across the surface of his skin.
"ah, you got a thing for them?" he smirked, raising his brows as he shifted on one foot.
"a bit." you grinned, scratching your nails lightly on the prominent veins of his forearm.
"listen, name. i don't -"
"shh." you cut him off and were playfully squeezing on his biceps. "don't you like it too?" you looked up at him as your head rested on his shoulder, completely inducing the vibrant red in his cheeks. "kidd will be fine with it, if that's what you're worried about. trust me on it."
because really, as kidd watched you two from the table, he couldn't help but marvel in the sight of law being totally frozen when you finally touched him. he savored the sight of you two all clingy by the public, suppressing the need to just surrender it all.
and when you two came back, law tried to flush everything down his system with a bottle of whiskey. which was uncharacteristic of him because usually, he'd be level headed enough to not do dumb decisions like that. tonight was full of unusual things.
"slow down there torao, come on. if you don't stop, you're gonna end up like this baby right here." kidd had you in his arms, cocooned in his warmth. he served as your pillow because you were fast asleep from drinking too much whiskey with law.
law held his alcohol pretty good, he wasn't a lightweight but his blush was getting in there. he was a bit tipsy, a few more and he's gonna pass out. but he and kidd kinda had this competition to see if who can stay up the longest.
you grumbled when kidd gestured to you, hitting his chest a little.
"you ever heard your bells, torao?" kidd broke out, the rum loosening his restraints to ask him. law's breath cut short but he maintained his composure.
"yeah," he chugged a shot of whiskey, an arm on the headrest of the sofa as he leaned back. he met kidd's eyes through his half-lidded ones.
"ah, you got someone already?" kidd tried to act coy, his arm was around you as he reached over to your chin, tracing down your jaw to wake you up a little.
"sort of. what about it?"
"felt electric, ain't it?" he grinned, he looked down at you catching your lips to kiss you while looking at law. kidd didn't do it to make him jealous, because god forbid did law felt something else.
something tight down law's pants it made him chug the entire bottle of whiskey as he saw you two make out. "i remember when she and i felt it. got freaked out but, it was well fuckin' worth it when she and i got to confessin'."
"don't fucking care." law rolled his eyes, "get a room." he acted indifferent, but his pants says otherwise. law was starting to lose grip on himself as the bottle was slowly slipping out of his hands.
kidd caught it, drinking the rest of it while maintaining eye contact with law. "best if we get home now, aye?" law just stared at him with a hiccup, his cheeks embarrassingly red. he's so ful with the whiskey it's comical.
right about now, kidd had you slung across his shoulder while law stumbled over his own steps on your way home on kidd's side. law's dorm was too far away so he just went with you guys.
kidd let out a breath of relief as he plopped you down the bed, waking you up and letting you drink a glass of water before you fall asleep. kidd was very tipsy really, he just did his best so you guys can get home. so he lied down next to you while law just crashed down the floor next to the bed. and now you three were dead to the world.
the morning after you guys prepped him some breakfast, you slipped in a pillow under his head and gave him a blanket. placing a kiss on his forehead subtly.
"smells good, baby. might wanna gobble it all myself, hm?" kidd snaked his arms around your waist, peeking over your head at the breakfast you were whipping up.
"we're making good progress so don't spoil it!"
law awoke to the aroma and instantly shot up the floor, seeing if his clothes were still there. he got out and saw you two feeling each other up by the kitchen. you saw him in your periphery.
"good morning, law! we made you breakfast." you smiled, gesturing to the plate you made for him.
but he felt diffident that you're doing this all for him, almost feels like a burden that you're going out of your way. also, he's been third wheeling enough. "yeah, this was a goddamn mistake. i'm going home. sorry about all this."
"wait law, it's fine- don't leave-"
"no this is a mistake, okay? i shouldn't have slept here. or went to that concert and got fucking hammered."
"law! hey!- fuckin' screw it, screw the plan, name. i'm doin' it." kidd stood up and grabbed law's shirt, his rash actions making it look like he'll start a fight with law. "are you plannin' on confessin' or do we need to sweep you off your feet to make it happen?"
law glared at him through flushed cheeks, you got in between them to reduce the tension. "kidd, for fuck's sake just... let me handle it."
you held law's face in your hands, "we know you hear the bells too. i've heard it since day 1. you do too, don't you?" law's once tensed up frown softened, sighing as he placed his inked hands over yours.
"it's fucking me up, really. you two're always so loud in here." he rolled his eyes and you found it endearing, cuz you see how hard he's fighting off that smile. but he soon latched your hands off his face gently. "but i don't wanna be a pain in the ass to you guys, i can't just simply butt in."
"fuck are you on about?" kidd started, the knot between his eyebrows becoming tighter. "not even gonna give us a shot, you shitty bastard? thought you're damn smart enough to understand how soulmates work?"
law chuckled dryly. "you really do have a foul mouth, huh?"
"suppose i do when you're bein' a jackass."
there it is again, this tension between them like they're gonna start something. law flipped kidd off, middle finger held up so adamantly even if kidd was fuming.
you were afraid they're gonna start punching each other but really, if you hadn't got between them they're gonna start kissing with the way they're eyeing each other's lips.
"he's pissin' me off, babe." kidd placed his arm around you. "one confession outta him and we're all good."
"so you guys are down for a poly?" law alternated looks between the both of you.
"of course! why else we would take you out in a concert, have a dinner date after, and then cook you breakfast today?!" you frantically laid it out for him, slowly losing your mind having to explain everything.
and that's when it clicked to law, that hey, you guys weren't fucking with him. you two like him too! i guess when you explode like that, even an idiot like him would be pressured to understand.
"okay, damn." law chuckled, placing his hands on either of your shoulders. "no need to get riled up, yeah? i like the two of you, so very much. i hate doing all this love shit but the bells are freaking me the fuck out so... screw it all and let's go out together."
just like that, the ringing stopped and everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"didn't know your bastard ass is capable of romance." kidd nudged law, placing an arm around him.
"it won't be if you won't shut the fuck up."
"now i've got one other headaches other than kidd."
this was so difficult for me idk why 🥹 i hope this wasn't ooc 😭 first time writing for law huhuhu
kidd and law had better sexual tension tbh 😳🤸♀️
if you guys are interested in requesting a fic for my 500 followers event, my askbox is open! click here for the main event post for more info :DD i have slots for forced proximity, hurt to comfort, fantasy, he puts you in your place (smut), and modern aus!
Hi! Can I request "you act like a brat all day and you expect me to do nothing about it?" but with the entire Kid Pirates 🥵🥵🥵
Thank you so much! I love how you write Kid 💝
KIDD, KILLER, HEAT, WIRE; brat
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wc: 3161
dialogue: "you act like a brat all day and you expect us to do nothing about it?"
warning/s: sooo nsfw🔞 this is the filthiest thing i've ever written up to this day! 🥵, fem reader, 5some (kidd, killer, heat, wire, reader), idk if this is considered dubcon?, implied established, no plot really just p0rn, rough seggs, fingering, cunnilingus, flame/fire play?, voyeurism
note: hi anon! i hope you mean just the main gang of kidd pirates? i CANNOT for the life of me construct a smut with an entire pirate group omg 😳, this is my first time creating smut for more than three people i hope i did it justice >__<
if there's one thing that pushes kidd to his limits, especially when it comes to you, it's his jealousy. it's not that he's not secured enough about your loyalty with him, it's the way you act like nothing is going on between the both of you. frankly, the five of you.
killer, heat, and wire were no strangers to this feeling either. they felt indignant as you sat with a couple of dudes, blatantly mingling and flirting with them. although there was nothing further than a friendly interaction with the foreign batch of men in the pub, laughing at their jokes and brushing arms and hands with them from time to time pissed off your crewmates. most of all kidd, who's gone down way more than a couple of barrels of rum for someone who says he'll just have a drink.
"oi, slow down, captain. thought we'll resupply today." heat nudged kidd, a dry laugh as he looked at his unfazed friend. his eyes boring holes through you.
"bout that, think we have to postpone that. let's stay in 'ere for another day for tomorrow." he finally placed the mug down, wiping off the remnants of liquid on his lips with the back of his palm.
"postpone? have we got other plans?" killer asked, turning to kidd who turned stood up and padded off his pants.
"her." wire immediately caught up, following after kidd who walked undeterred towards your table. they were from the bar and you were sat on some table across somewhere. they think it's almost intentional at this point that they have a full view of this. if you're trying to rile them up, you've suceeded.
though you're not sure if it ends good for you, with the way each of them are glaring at you when they stood before your table. their eyes raising goosebumps on your skin making your throat run dry.
"we got any problems, gentlemen?" the foreign men around you initiated, referring to kidd and his men looming over you.
"they're my crewmates." you introduced with distinterest, pissed that they're gonna ruin a moment for you because you know what those looks mean. "you know what? i think i should get going, thanks for the drinks." you smiled and bid goodbye to them, expression faltering as you met kidd's eyes.
"hey," one of them had a hold of your arm and kidd and the others almost whipped out their weapons to slash that guy's arm because of his motherfucking audacity. "you sure you're all good?"
you nodded with a smile, a pained one now that it got cut short. you later asked kidd and the others to come with you outside.
"what is it? do we have to go now?" you crossed your arms, sighing and looking at each of these hulking men.
"still don't get it do you?" kidd shifted in his foot, chuckling soullessly.
"guess we oughta remind it to 'er again, captain." wire butted in, putting an arm around you. you glared at him as you looked up, face contorted as you knitted your eyebrows in cofusion.
"what? guys? am i missing somethi- hey! kidd! put me down!" kidd swept you off your feet, he carried you on his shoulder like you weigh nothing. you drummed on his back while muttering out curses on his way back to the ship.
there was always this tension around the five of you, particularly on your end and it's towards theirs. it's begging to be addressed. it's so precarious and it stifles you to your very core. so much so that the mere sight of them looming around you right now drives you nuts and the fear shudders down your thighs. you're wet as hell.
he placed you down the couch on his room, wire sat on one side while heat on the other. killer stood not far from where you were, leaning his bum on the furniture with his arms crossed beside the couch; keen on observing. while kidd paced before you in a slow manner, he did it in a way that instigated fear in you for what might be in store for you.
"strip."
it was an order. eyes right at you as he stopped to face you with his arms crossed. kidd's gaze was dark amidsts his bright yellow irises, it was demeaning and you felt your chest tighten.
"what? kidd, what the hell?"
"you heard him, name." killer spoke and it somewhat made the air thicker because the blond is usually quiet. when it came out of him, it feels more stern that the acid in your stomach starts crawling up your throat. "you've been a brat all day and you expect us to do nothing about it?"
killer's blue eyes felt deadly behind his mask. despite being covered, you can feel the holes boring through you as he kept his voice in the same tone yet with a foreboding volume.
but shit. you wanted to have some fun and meet new people, and if things work see how things will go from there. but you didn't realize that it'd be a problem with them. after all, no strings attached right? but it's attention you really wanted and they couldn't give it to you because they were too into their guy shit. so you got annoyed at them and opted to find some other people to satisfy your needs. apparently they're too busy talking about how one metal differs from the other to spare you some sort of affection.
"y'all weren't even batting me an eye, for fuck's sake." you crossed your arms, gazing to the window with crashing waves. avoiding eye contact at all costs, but you know damn well they had all their eyes on you. "didn't think the lot of you would care if i mess around a little bit. and now you're asking me to fuck you guys? hah."
"so you missed us, that it?" kidd raised a brow, grinning at the realization that you wanted them again.
"aaaw, that stings, name. you're cruel." heat mumbled, his inked hands precarious on your thigh. "think you can be a doll and make it up to us?"
heat and killer were always the sweet ones, wire and kidd are the most vicious; during sex and well, your relationship. the former would always be some sort of your best friend and would be kind enough to think about you than their own pleasures during sex. but the latter will always be on their mission to fuck you up in the most demeaning way possible, they're never fucking kind. they always teased and fucked with you, be a little shit around you and annoy you in the worst ways possible. and during sex, their benevolence isn't to be expected. they'd always finish with you in the filthiest way possible that you wouldn't even remember your name right.
which explains why wire was the first to catch your lips and bury his tongue down your throat. he initally had his arm around you but when you wouldn't stop bitching about them letting you go, he'd had enough and ought to just shut you up in the best way he thinks he can. you squrimed under his lips, eyes shut tight. he held your wrist with one hand while the other settled in pushing the back of your neck to his. you pulled away by force, staring up at him as he donned a pompous smirk and eager eyes.
"oh? what's wrong, name? thought you wanted attention?"
"fuck off, wire. fucking get off."
"and hey, for the third time, you heard the captain. otherwise we'd rip off your favorite dress."
you rolled your eyes with a deep blush on your cheeks. whatever, this'll be quick. you struggled to reach behind you the zipper that goes way down the bottom of your spine. heat chuckled, placing his hand over yours so he could take over. he gave your shoulder a dry peck before helping you out of your dress.
killer took matters into his own hands and sauntered towards you, holding your jaw with one arm as he discarded his helmet with the other. he ran his thumb across your cheek, smiling as he looked into your eyes down to your naked frame. like a kitten, you nuzzled your face deep on his calloused palms. he unzipped his pants while keeping his grip on you, he soon held of one of your hands and guide it down his groin where his painfully hard boner is begging to be released.
"handle it for me, yeah?" he rubbed circles on your cheekbones, soon brushing your hair out of your face as he combed through your locks. "i'll let it slide this time if you do well, dove."
and it shocked you to your very core when killer was quick to push himself so far down your throat when you had just put his length in your mouth. your tears fell as his head touched the back of your throat forcefully. you had to grab a hold of his hips, nails digging by the sides of his pelvis. you whined with your mouth full, he was too kind to pull away and give you a break.
you panted, drool and bubbles on your mouth dripping as it coated your chin. killer grimaced, rubbed his length on your cheeks and teased his head on your numbing lips.
"'s wrong? can't fuckin' take killer when he's not bein' nice?!" kidd grinned behind him, wrapping his hand around your throat to spit in your mouth. "you know damn well you're not gettin' off this easy. now, suck it." kidd fisted your hair, letting killer fuck your mouth the way he pleases with kidd in control.
heat and wire were palming themselves in their pants, the feel of your bare body next to them is enough to render their cocks hard. they yearned to touch you, explore your body and pleasure you the way you're pleasuring killer.
there was a good while where killer's grunts and the gurgles and gags of your throat filled the room. you were crying not from pain but from the blond's intense pace. you had never seen him this eager and rough, maybe you really did piss him off that's why he had to take it out on you. but soon enough, killer came down your throat, taking a long while to keep his cock inside you while you drink up every bit of his release.
your chest heaved as you sat on the couch, head hanging loosely from the backrest. dizzy as you try and recover from a mouthful of killer's load.
you turned to wire who touched you a little to precariously down to your soaked panties. you hear a lowly chuckle vibrate from his chest, amused at your state. he palmed you through your panties, while the other had wrapped around your throat. you placed a hand over his arm, as if begging to give you a break and recover. but he just grinned and his fingers became faster. the grip around your throat became tighter.
heat was just reveling in the feel of your skin and rubbed circles back and forth close to your inner thigh. he placed your thigh above his so you can open up more for the brunette.
kidd got behind you, pressing your cheek to his crotch, his head peeking out of his underwear. you looked up at him with glassy eyes, but of course he wouldn't care. you fucked up that bad.
killer was still at high from earlier, but he stroked his cock at the sight of his friends fucking you up. it got him off as you try and take all of kidd in behind you while squirming as wire got his fingers buried deep in you.
"so overstimulated already and we haven't even gotten to the best part?" wire taunted you as he stared down at your half-lidded eyes, his thumb teasing your clit.
they all laughed a little when you tried your best to curse out a muffled 'fuck you' as you struggled with kidd abusing your mouth. the redhead had a hand around your throat to keep your head bent backwards, cum spilling down your cheeks mixed with the tears in your eyes from gagging to much. he really doesn't know when to stop, this man.
and when kidd was finally done with you, killer held your head delicately on his toned stomach, supporting it as you fell weak. he fetched a towel and wiped off the filth on your face, placing a kiss down your ear afterward.
but wire wasn't done with you yet, he was so keen on curling his long fingers in you that you continue to lose all sense with your eyes rolling at the back of your head. "f-fuck, wire. please..!" you whined, gripping his arm and trying to stop him. but really it felt good.
"please what? let you cum? go faster? stop? what is it, angel?" he raised a brow, cunning as he acted coy. and you honestly didn't know what to answer, so you just threw your head back and scratched at his arm so hard it left a scar.
"ah you're way too mean to name, wire. come on, i still haven't gotten my turn yet." heat jumped in, stroking your hair as he brushed the hairs sticking on your forehead out of your face.
"well, you heard him, name. what do you say we finish up, hm?" his pace went so fast you thought you were going to die, you felt your saliva caught in your throat and you couldn't mumble your words right. it was all slurring from here on out.
but your throbbing cunt wasn't even spared by heat, who was starving the moment he helped you out of your clothes. your thighs rested on his shoulder while kidd took the mint-haired's former place beside you, snaking an arm around your waist as he played with your tits from behind while his mechanical arm had a firm grip around your throat.
kidd always had a penchant in choking you, along with the filthy little praises he's whispering at you. he adored how you looked at him with so much indignance, almost wanting to kill him but you can't. cuz what he's doing feels good. the constriction around your throat as he degrades you and tells you how much of a little whore you are.
"seems you're enjoyin' your punishment a little too much, huh? matter of fact this ain't even punishin', aye? it feels so good being treated like the slut you are, doesn't it?" he growled in your ear, his guttural whispers sends shivers down your spine and it doesn't help that heat's way too busy devouring you down there.
by this time, you were feeling so drunk and you're incapable of any sound other than sinful slurs and moans. you whined against kidd's frame, crying as he peppered your face with his crimson-stained lips.
heat had this habit to use 10% of his firepower to warm up his mouth for you, it tickles and it feels amazing. he first teased a tiny bit of flame between your chest, his lips precarious on your skin, so close yet he doesn't touch it. he took a peak at you through his dark eyes, his pants growing tight as he saw you squirming at his actions, looking down at him with begging eyes.
he trailed his flames down your belly button, tickling a giggle out of you as your stomach heaved. soon and it reached your cunt, which was gaping and clenching at the eagerness of heat's stimulation. he wasted no time sucking you up, interspersing his warmth in your soaking folds. it was ecstatic and you didn't know what to do with yourself.
you couldn't even reach down to fist his mint locks because kidd and wire had you restrained. all you could do was drool from moaning too much, the overstimulation driving you nuts.
you grunted, writhing in pain and pleasure as that same warmth pooled in your stomach once more. you had lost track of the number of times you came. it was starting to feel numb and you had lost all sanity to even think about how filthy you look right now, sitting down the damp fabric of kidd's couch soaked with your juices.
it tickles when heat eats you out, so you were wriggling in your seat as he refused to breathe out and continued suffocating himself with your cunt. you mumbled curses and insults, eyes rolling at the back of your head as you choked out a moan when you finally came. your thighs shook and you panted like hell. heat gave you one last kiss on your inner thigh before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.
kidd carried your limp body towards his bed, you hadn't notice he was completely naked now if not for his cock poking your back when he carried you bridal style. you were so clearly out of it, eyes half lidded and hazy.
"oi, oi." kidd had a grip on your jaw, kissing your nose afterward. "think you can do more than have a couple of orgasms, aye? come on, that all you got? let's enjoy ourselves, hm?" kidd really does his best rile you up in any fucking situation and it irritated you.
"fuck, this really is a punishment." you covered your face, still blushing from the previous encounters. "will you go easy on me, kidd?" you peeked between your fingers but he just laughed at you.
instead, he flipped your frame the other way where your ass is facing him and you were facing the guys. his favorite position always. you were on your fours, he bent down to whisper in your ear. "never." he bit on your ear before pushing your head down the bed and sliding his cock so mercilessly in you. it helped that you were so wet that he was able to push right through.
you groaned in the sheets, fisting it so hard it ripped a little. your muffled screams were soon turned into cacophonous moans that said a lot about how good you felt when he pinned your arms behind you and held your neck up from behind.
"see them? they're just as hungry for you, waiting for me to be finished with you." kidd whispered in your ear, his pace unforgiving as he continued to kept pulsing on your cervix, holding your jaw so you could take a good look at the others pleasuring themselves at the sight of you. "you see, we wouldn't have to go this rough if you had just told us you missed us. didn't have to go an extra mile and mess around with some damn nobodies, hm? so take it like a fuckin' brat that you are."
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KIDD; queen!name x knight captain!kidd
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dialogue: "it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"
warning/s: nsfw🔞 (mild but seggs still mentioned), afab reader, royalty au, angst (this was pretty mild) w/ happy ending, arranged marriage
"mornin'." you hear him mutter on your skin, his warm breath and wet lips pulling you awake. you flutter your eyes open, turning to your side to face him.
"what time is it?" you stretched on the bed, whining as you felt your lower half be quite sore. he sat up reaching for the clock on your side of the table to flip it up.
"a little more and i'll get caught by your maids. guess i better go, aye?" he placed a light kiss on your temples before hopping out of your thick blankets. only to be pulled by you back to the bed, mewling on his frame as your lips searched for his face and reached for a kiss.
"that so?" you mumbled with a smile before connecting your lips with him. he grinned through it as well, placing his arm beside your head so he could prop himself up. because he couldn't bring himself to latch off you, especially with your tugs on his locks.
"hm? this is new, her majesty's all clingy." he teased, biting playfully on your lower lip. "usually you throw me out soon as you open your eyes. 's the matter? did i do that great last night?"
"you were extraordinary, captain." you played into his jokes, laughing subtly with him as you let him go and sat up to stretch your arms.
"but really, i must go. mornin' trainin' for your knights. plus, i could use a lotta breakfast. i'm all used up from last night." he placed one last kiss on your shoulder before finally getting off your massive bed. you hummed in agreement.
"it'd be unbecoming for the captain of my knights to get caught sneaking out of my chambers at dawn, is it not?"
he looked over his shoulder as he stopped midway while slipping into his sleepwear. "have i woke up on the wrong side of the bed or are you eager to have me back in there with ya?" he laughed a little, puzzled at your response.
"have you back in here? oh captain, i'd rather have your ass in the barracks, straightening up my military. can't have my country in the least bit vulnerable." you dismissed, getting off the bed to fetch your robe since your sleepwear was quite literally translucent. plus, mornings were really cold.
"sounds like you're gonna miss me, though?" he snaked an arm around you, biting the neckline of your robe as an attempt to take it off and start something to somewhat alleviate the tent in his pants as he saw you got out of the bed.
you smiled leaning into his touch for a moment but opted to latch off of him as a means to not get carried away like you always do. you turned to your side only to have you trapped in his embrace. you kissed each other, small pecks with playful smiles and grabby hands.
"miss? i think that's more on you than me." you finally latched yourself off of him, excusing yourself to the bathroom. "maids arrive at 6, i think you have 10 more seconds."
kidd heard the routinely glide of the wheels down the halls, signaling your tray of breakfast is just around the corner. he gave you one last grin before sneaking off the window where he usually goes when he slept a little to much with you. you hear him fall down by the bushes, its rustles giving you giggles simultaneous with the arrival of your breakfast.
and that's how it usually goes with him. he crawls into your bed at evening, all worn out from training and his captainly duties. wounds fresh and grime and sweat sticking on his snowy skin. you'd be lying on the bed in your sleepwear, expecting his arrival as you eyed him up and down with his usual armor discarded.
during those nights, you weren't the queen nor was he captain of the royal knights. you two are lovers with your limbs intertwined, skin sweaty against each other's lips. you'd be one in your sheets, fucking till dawn and drawing stories about your walks on life. all the while, skin on skin against one another as one of you rubs figures on the span of the other's torso.
but it never went past that. only when the sun sleeps and the moon remains is when you love each other. it's bitter yet sweet, those nights were something to look forward to. it was a regular thing. outside of your chambers, you two are nothing but a part of the nation's government. neither of you really confronted the burning question that is your relationship.
yet when he was called on for council on your arranged marriage to your allied country, his heart had dropped.
he arrived late, but he met your eyes as you sat by the head of the table from across the room. eyes darting on the handsome bastard holding your hand. you had a perturbed face, as if very uncomfortable at his arrival or was it the jackass feeling you up?
but kidd knew one thing, that shit hurted. he knew it would happen eventually, a queen shall need a king and be bethroted. never had he thought he'd see it so soon. but what right does a mere knight have?
"what kept you, captain?" one of the nobles of the crown had comically asked the frazzled captain.
"took out a few maniacs in town, pardon me for disturbing your little tea party here. carry on." he cleared his throat, excusing himself to a seat far from you that was reserved for his position. it was nothing sort of unusual for the captain to have such a caustic approach, so everyone rolled it off as a chuckle.
but not you. he had a bitter gaze on you. his fingertips grazing the handle of the teacup prepared for him as he anxiously listened in the council.
"her majesty is set to be wed with the prince of the west blue a week from now, i think it's safe to say that preparations must be underway." one bloke started while the others agreed with him.
"i'm elated to announce that my kingdom has already planned ahead for the royal wedding. i hope it's not too forward for you, my queen, to say that the wedding shall occur on west blue?" the handsome nitwit suggested, a foolish smile on his face as he consulted you. oh it irked you.
before you could open your mouth and cause problems, kidd had done it for you. like he usually does in saving your ass multiple times. "it is forward. having the marriage on west blue is asking for too much, seeing that a queen must stay at her territory." he interjected, voice firm as he held eye contact with the clueless fool that is your fianceé. "moreover, suggesting a queen leave her country and possibly put the country in danger is unfavorable for the south." he continued, "your royal highness." he added with a cutting tone, almost against his will.
sensing the tension, one of the council members stepped in. "oh i assume the prince just wants to welcome her majesty to the west? a little customary for the bride, perhaps?" the fool was too stunned at kidd's response to even agree.
"you're the captain of the south's knights, are you?" the prince stepped in, gesturing to kidd who had a sharp but subtle glare at him. "would you be so valiant in taking charge for the south, then? i'm sure her majesty would love a day off, especially on her wedding day."
"somethin' so unique about you that you want to decide everything for her majesty now, aye? your royal highness."
it was stifling. the atmosphere is thick you had to adjust your corset. he and the prince were in a sort of staring contest. kidd had a smirk, a grin as if he was so proud of himself for unobtrusively embarrassing the prince. the poor thing was fuming and had his fists tight on his lap.
"enough. give me time to think. although, kidd is right. abandoning my country even for a day is something i never will voluntary do." you asserted, and order was established once more. "i appreciate the gesture, your royal highness. but i must honor my post here. save your preparations, though? wouldn't want it to go to waste." you ended with a kind, bitter smile.
the bastard had a half-assed smile to you, looking back at kidd like he won. when in fact, he lost. and kidd made you feel that ticklish sensation once more, like a flame scorching on your stomach.
as soon as everyone started getting up to leave, you spoke amidst the shuffling of clothes. "not you, captain. i'd like to have a word."
the prince snickered, an annoying tug on his lips as he bumped shoulders on his way out with kidd. somewhat rejoicing at what you declared.
kidd looked at you pissed. hollowing his cheeks as he sauntered towards you and raised a brow. he sat down at the edge of the table nearest to you, waiting for you to berate him.
"gonna punish me for snarkin' at that pompous arse? the hell do you want me to do? dally about while he-" you stood up and grabbed him at the back of his neck to kiss him before he carried on with his protests. he grinned through the kiss, hands flying to untie your corset. but you pulled away, feeling his advances.
"that was so attractive." you wiped off your smudged lipstick. "but dare do that again and i'll have you in the pit with no food." you hit his head lightly.
"tch. you seriously gonna marry that, pillock? he's a bag of shit." he crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "it ain't too late to cut off his head, i'll do the honors."
"yes, i know you don't like him. neither do i." you sat back down, defeated on your chair. "you know why i got to though. west relations are looking weak, especially border conflicts." you rubbed your temples, sighing as you recall the tireless meetings you have to sit through.
"want to put that stress to somethin' else?" he suggested, getting closer to you. only to get pushed away with a weak laugh.
"get back to work, you insatiable bloke."
the rest of the day passed as usual. stolen glances across the large windows as he looks up at you from the barracks and you over the balcony of your towers.
but when evening came and kidd hadn't seen you enter your chambers, he found it strange. he was half-expecting for you two to continue your nightly adventures since he finished with his duties early. it's already past 10 and you're still gone.
he started asking the maids but they have claimed that you were in the dining room with that prince who refused to get back to his country if he hadn't had dinner and wine with the queen. sounds like a bastard with plans, bad ones.
in the nick of time before you finish the whole bottle of wine you clutched close to your chest, staining your dress, kidd had already snatched it off your hands.
"oh, hello captain." you smiled, waving at him. clearly inebriated.
"your father told me to fetch you, your majesty." kidd placed the bottle down, eyeing the prince who was getting a little to comfortable with you.
"didn't know a knight is needed for a quaint dinner with the future king."
"think it does. especially when the queen is half out of her mind. your royal highness."
if it wasn't for you vomiting on the prince's clothes, they wouldn't physically stop barking at each other. the prince exclaimed in disgust, shaking of his arm with a sour face. all kidd could display was a grin as he gloat with the misfortune of the prince.
"father's orders." he smiled wryly, carrying you bridal style. honestly he'd manhandle your frame across his shoulders easily but he knew carrying you like this would piss the prince off more.
"you're one damn meddly knight, are you not? tch, you'll serve me in no time, remember that." the prince bit off as more of a threat than a statement. it made the vein on kidd's forehead twitch.
"tell you what, your royal fucking highness. if it's the queen, i'm in no damn business to screw around. especially with a crapheaded jackass like you, i am in no way ever leaving the queen in your hands. i have the authority and guarantee of her protection. a foppish like you is but an embarrassment." he said through gritted teeth, towering over him with you on his arms. "so i will meddle however the fuck i want."
"you're just a bloody lowborn with heaps of metal and a preposterous title. you're all bark. you dare speak to the prince that way? besides, how is it any of your bloody business what we do? she's gonna be bethroted to me, i'll have no need for permission on what i shall do to her."
oh kidd has had enough. kidd placed you down back on your chair before throwing in a punch at the prince, who was instantly knocked out upon his impact. his eye brusing and nose gushing out blood as he coughed nonstop, rolling on the floor as he gasped for air. how embarrassing.
without looking back, kidd carried you back to his chambers. he knows the consequences; the nation and you. you'd be the most disappointed to him above all. but he's undeterred, especially when it comes to you. who knows what could've happened if he hadn't came?
kidd placed you down your bed. he wet a towel by your sink to wipe off your chin and cheeks with vomit residue as you snored to dreamland.
"i'd get an earful from you when you open your bloody eyes, won't i?" he snickered, dabbing the cloth gently as he admired how you look from the faint lantern on your bedside table.
"you fucking what?!"
"he got on my nerves. that prince has got a foul fuckin' mouth. he's got dirty little plans for you, name." he sat bashfully down the bed as you paced around the room.
"why would you punch the prince?! he hasn't woken up! what if they throw arms against south?! this is what frustrates me the most about you kidd, you act without fucking thinking!" you bit at your nails, going uneasy as a thousand other scenarios of chaos appeared in your mind.
"i half expected a nagging but a thank you would be nice." he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair.
"a thank you?! for starting a war?!" you look at him baffled such a thing would cross his mind after what he did.
"it won't be a war. the prince is way too head over heels for you. and they're outnumbered, south has got allies and all they've got are tanks."
"is this about the matrimony? are you so against it that you have to cause an international chaos?" you pushed him by the shoulders and he loosely budged, letting you hurt him a little.
kidd was hesitant to answer. he always was about your relationship. he feels possessive towards you even though you just keep your beds warm, make momentary love. he's well aware that it's only up to that point. he's a lowborn and you're a queen. that much is more than enough to tell you two will never be a thing.
"you know what? take a week off, kidd. i'll have to suspend your duties. killer will take charge. it's best if you don't attend the wedding." you sat on the other side of the bed in defeat, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"what the fuck, name?"
"oh you have no right to violently react after you beat my fianceé up."
the tension was tight. glares and nostrils fuming at the quick exchange of ill intent. this was more than just a banter, it's turning into a fight. and the two of you know better than to keep it going. but it's going to explode in kidd's chest, it's only a matter of time before everything spills out.
but orders are orders. and kidd has never refused an order from you. he spitefully left, armor clanking in chorus with the vein twitching in his forehead. at this point, he wanted to beat the shit out of that prince more.
"...k-kidd, wait." you hesitated, second guessing if you really should. kidd stopped in his tracks.
"this is the only way, yeah? i get that. 's always been like that. royal bullshit, aye?"he said without turning around. you can hear the pain in his voice but it did not waver, his tone was just a bit scorned. "it's all for the damn crown."
a lot of time has passed now and it's the longest that had gone by without you two speaking to each other. tomorrow is your wedding day and you wanted one last chance to see kidd because you hadn't seen him since then.
but it's only a matter of time before your selfishness prevails. you were suffocating with the thought of not seeing him. to push through with this marriage. so you went out at night to see him.
and just when things could get any more unfortunate, rain started pouring and you got wet. after you took your time fixing yourself up for him, just to get drenched on your way.
and when you're finally there, there was a long time where you just stood in front of the door of his house. your hand hanging as you hesitated to knock. you kept getting drenched. shivering as you reluctantly tried knocking and facing him. then you just said fuck it.
"it's this fuckin' late, is it that imp-" he had his shirt off and his pants loose, his hair disheveled like he just got off the bed.
yet all this time of thinking and being alone to yourself, you couldn't say a single word to him. all you could muster was the tears flowing down your already damp cheeks. your lips quivering, begging to say anything, just anything at all.
before you could finally speak, kidd pulled you by the wrist with one hand while the other on the back of your neck. "are you fuckin' nuts? you wanna get a fever before you get married?" he mumbled to you, embracing tight as you sobbed on his chest with a tight hug on his waist.
he reached behind you to shut his door and it got quiet. his heartbeat dominated your senses, which was ultimately as fast as yours. you kept muttering sorries.
"don't. your eyes'll be swollen for your wedding." he said yet he kept brushing your hair, palm sweeping down the strands of your hair. "you'd hate that, aye?"
you sniffled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. trying to get a hold of yourself.
"it's damn near midnight. ain't the castle lookin' for you?" he let you go, fetching a blanket from his couch to dry up your hair and cover you up.
but you don't know what came over you. somehow your restraints came off and you threw yourself to him, connecting your lips with him. was it his warmth? was it the yearning for several days? or was it the way he looked at you with the same eyes he usually does under the dim light of your chambers?
and he was guilty too, he was hungry for you. he got to work to helping you wiggle off your clothes, carrying you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. he grinned in your lips before slamming you down his bed. "came all this way 'ere for a fuck? never thought the queen would-"
"shut up." you grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him again. you don't wanna hear it, you want him in you already.
it's that void he left when you dismissed him. you must've mistook it for the itch of him every night. but really, you wanted him close. you want to feel the warmth of skin as he pushed your waist towards his scarred torso. the feel of his wet lips on your mounds as you pushed his head further to your chest. you never want to let his hand go when he intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
when you exchanged breaths as he slides himself in, your fingernails grazing on his back when he completely pushed himself in. he pressed foreheads with you before bucking his hips, smiling as you tried stifling a moan.
and it went on for hours. until the bed creaked. until the mattress was damp. until your voice croaked his name an uncountable number of times. until you two lost stamina from being sex-starved idiots.
"i love you, kidd." you said as you lie naked in his sheets, wrapped up in his arms and blanket. you two had just finished. your foreheads sweaty and your limbs tired.
kidd's head snapped to the side to look at you, completely shocked at your sudden statement as you looked earnestly into his eyes.
"tch, beat me too it." he placed his arm behind his head as you snuggled to him. "i long for you the most, my queen."
"i'm sorry." you chuckled bitterly, looking up at him. "i should leave by dawn."
kidd reached down for a kiss, smiling on your lips before kissing on your nose. "instead of saying sorry, you still have until your deadline. your majesty."
you left when he was still sleeping. soundly as he snuggled up to you. you shook off his grip, picked up your clothes, gave him one last kiss on his forehead, and left his house before the sun rose.
but he was awake the entire time. it took everything in him to not stop you and pull you back to bed. the fading of your warmth and cologne left him hollow and cold. he sat up after you left, watching you cautiously make your way back to the castle. seeing the love of his life go. he couldn't go back to sleep after and popped open a bottle of scotch.
you stand before a mirror. the compliments given to you by the maids remained dulled by your ears, as you saw nothing but a lone rose encaged in a glass. what was once a dream you fantasized with the man who once seized your heart, was now a fleeting moment for a bride such as yourself.
"you sure about this, name?" your father mumbled to you as you waited for the entourage to finish and the church doors to open.
you looked at him with a shocked look, eyes dull as you alternated between your father's knowing ones.
"you know what kidd told me when you two were young? too young to know the difference between the two of you." he started, holding your shoulders so you're facing him. "he said that one day, he'd be the one waiting down there for you."
you dropped your bouquet of tulips, almost shaken at what your dad said. "he did?"
he nodded. "and he plans on staying true to his promise." he gestured to the back, asking you to look behind you.
"i ain't plannin' to just be your captain, name. i've got to fuckin' marry you."
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