Warnings (overall)- MDNI; 18+ content; Dark themes: Non-con; TRAUMA/language/NSFW; Gore; explicit content; slight Dead Dove; not proof read- first story (please be kind), follows canon One Piece from Kidd Pirate's POV
The next part may take a HOT minute to be posted.... I have- I lost my notebook. 🤦♀️😶🤦♀️and it kinda has the details for the next chapter.... ANYWAYS! enjoy this 2 chapter update!! 😅🥲
Kidd finds you where the world threw you away. Broken. Fevered. Alive.
He carries you back to the Victoria Punk and refuses to let you out of his arms — not for the crew, not for the doctoring, not even for sleep. This time, he’s not letting you go. Some rescues aren’t victories.
Some are promises.
Kidd POV
Kidd’s boots kicked the door with barely restrained fury. Every second without you was a second too long. He didn’t need Killer to confirm it—he felt your absence like a wound. The trail had led them here, a forgotten corner on the outskirts of The Human Shop’s holdings, quiet except for the occasional scrape of metal and low groan of the other prisoners. Apparently this was where they sent the rejects.
The door splintered open, and Kidd froze, nostrils flaring. There you were—or what was left of you. Wife #17 as you had been named. His Mouse. Discarded like trash on the floor. The chains clinked faintly as you tried to shift. Kidd’s breath catches in his throat as he stumbles forward, fists tightening, eyes focusing solely on you. Killer stayed back, scanning for movement- calculating, silent, letting his captain lead.
“Y/N… Mouse?” Kidd’s voice was low, guttural, disbelief lacing every syllable. His gaze dropped—and froze. Your leg. The wooden stump was unmistakable, crudely fashioned, yet immovable. His chest tightened as the words clawed at him: someone did this to her.
“She’s alive,” Killer murmured, placing a steadying hand on Kidd’s shoulder. But Kidd barely felt it. The world narrowed down to you. Alive, breathing, wounded—and his.
Without thinking, he dropped to his knees beside you, ignoring the eyes of other captives- guards already incapacitated. “Mouse,” he whispered again, voice hoarse and shaking, “I got you. I’ll get you out of here.” His hands were gentle but firm as he checked your chains and the bindings on your wrists, calculating the quickest way to release you.
Why had they put you in Sea-prism stone? The answer didn’t matter though. Kidd had what mattered.
“You’re safe now,” he said, though it felt like a lie even as the words left his mouth. He could feel you trembling, the shock radiating off you like fire. You looked up at him, eyes wide-glassy, trying to place the familiar in the midst of horror.
“I swear, you’ll never… never be touched like this again,” he growled. Every muscle coiled, ready to tear apart anyone who dared to come near. Killer moved in silently, cutting through the remaining restraints and scanning the area for threats. Kidd’s heart was a storm, part rage, part relief, part guilt that he hadn’t arrived sooner. But the moment was fleeting. You were all that mattered. He lifted you carefully, supporting your weight as you weakly leaned into him. “We’re leaving,” he said, voice steel now, “and nobody’s stopping us.”
The rescue wasn’t clean—the guards must have set off an alarm before becoming invalid. But Kidd’s fury was precise, terrifying. Every strike, every motion was calculated, a blur of vengeance and protection. He delivered swift punishment, justice all while NEVER dropping you. Never again. The world outside reduced to the screaming of marines too foolish to stay out of their way. Kidd didn’t speak. His mind turned like gears with so many thoughts. As the ship neared he decided that for all the darkness you had just endured, he would keep holding on. And if change was required then he would carve a new path with you- together.
By the time they reached the ship, you were tucked safely in Kidd’s arms, Killer your sentry. And Kidd held you. He held on as the crew tried to catch glimpses of you. He held you as Killer cleared the way to his quarters. He held you as the Victoria Punk cut through the waters. He doesn’t bother with the med bay. Anything you need can be done here—on his bed, where he can see you, where he can keep you.
“I need to take a look,” Killer says, stepping in and reaching for you.
Kidd’s grip tightens instantly. A low growl slips free before he can stop it—raw, animal, protective. It doesn’t matter that it’s Killer. Doesn’t matter that he trusts him with his life. You’re here. Back in his arms. And for the first time since you were taken, Kidd can breathe.
Killer pauses, reads the room, then exhales slowly. “Put her on the bed,” he says instead. Reluctantly, Kidd does. He stays close—too close—hovering like he might snatch you back up at any second. Killer works in silence. Quick. Efficient. Professional. He checks your pulse, your breathing, presses two fingers to your neck. Your skin is burning.
“She’s got a fever,” Killer mutters. “High.”
Kidd’s jaw tightens.
Your leg—what’s left of it—is red, swollen. Angry. Infected. Killer doesn’t comment on the nails driven crudely into the stump. He doesn’t need to. Kidd can see them. Every one of them. Each a violent promise for vengeance.
When Killer finally removes the ruined wooden prosthetic, Kidd doesn’t hesitate. “Throw it overboard.”
Killer does.
Splinters. Blood. Rot. Killer cleans everything meticulously, hands steady despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. Antibiotics follow—stolen from the Straw Hats raccoon dog who definitely had more medical sense than most Marines. Bandages, tight and clean.
Through all of it, you don’t flinch.
Kidd sits the moment Killer finishes, pulling you into his lap like instinct alone demands it. He wraps himself around you, arms iron, like if he lets go even a little you’ll disappear again.
“She’s a strong Punk,” Killer says quietly. “Anyone else would’ve died from half of this.”
Kidd barely acknowledges him as he slides behind you, wrapping himself like a shield around you. He already knows how strong you are. You’ve always been too strong. Strong enough to survive things you never should have had to.
But why you?
Why his mouse?
“When will she wake up?” Kidd asks. It’s quiet. Small. Not the voice of a man who commands ships and tears cities apart.
Killer hesitates. “Partner—”
“When.”
Killer meets his eyes. Doesn’t lie. “I don’t know. The fever could break tonight—or it could get worse. The infection was bad. Being clean now helps. The meds help. But right now…” He exhales. “We wait.”
Kidd scoffs. Wait.
Patience has never been Kidd’s strength.
“I’m staying with her,” Kidd says immediately.
“I know.” It’s not impertinent. Not dismissal. It’s Killer’s unwavering awareness of who his partner is.
“You’re in charge.”
“I know.”
Kidd doesn’t look up. “Get us out of here. Anywhere. As far as possible.”
“Aye, Captain.”
Killer turns to leave, stopping only when Kidd speaks again—so quiet it almost doesn’t sound like him at all.
“Kill… we’re not ready for the New World yet, are we?”
Killer doesn’t hesitate. “No.”
He remembers Victoria. He remembers this look. And for a brief moment, Killer doesn’t know what Kidd will do next.
“Then we train,” Kidd says. “Until we can topple a Yonko. Until I can protect her.”
The last words are barely audible. Meant for himself. Killer says nothing. He simply closes the door behind him and starts shouting orders to the crew. The ship moves.
Kidd holds you in the dark, steady quiet, pressing his face into your hair like anchoring himself there will keep you tethered to this world.
~~ How to survive on the victoria punk~~ kidd x reader
warning : bad language
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Wash the hold. Scrape the hull. Wipe the deck. Fold the sail. Rinse and wring out the monster skin. Set the table. That was what she had heard constantly since she had come aboard the ship, orders. And she was sick of it. Badly.
She had barely finished one task when she was given another, sometimes she was given two tasks to do at the same time, and other pirates would give her their own jobs. When they weren't even the captains or mates
-Slave come wipe our shoes. We got them dirty running away from Sabaody. Ordered a man, holding out his stinking boot dripping with mud as he laughed with his comrade.
-You're not the captain as far as I know, asshole. She replied, spitting on his boot.
-Say it again, you dirty brat!
And there we go again, she had pissed off one of the crew members again, a crew known for its remorseless massacres.
-Didn't you hear? In addition to being stupid, you must be deaf?
She received a slap that sent her waltzing to the other side of the front deck.
-Listen, slave. I think there's something you don't understand. He began, grabbing her collar with his grip. No one supports you here, okay, if I want to give you orders, I do it. The captain won't stop me, he doesn't give a fuck about you.
On one hand, he was absolutely right. The captain of this ship had accepted her on board in the rush of the moment, but whether she was mistreated or enslaved, he didn't care. But on the other hand, she wouldn't let it happen. Too bad for the bruises, if she could get him a right in the mouth she would come out the winner.
So she executed her thoughts, and gave him a punch full in the nose. While his comrade fell to the ground with a bloody face, she had strength in her arms, the other pirate took his pistol and prepared to shoot the woman. She closed her eyes and waited for death, she had just escaped from it that she had to join it a few days later.
Luckily for her, the sound of the trigger was never heard. Instead, she heard a metallic click and felt herself lifted.
-Killer let go of me.
-No. The captain wants to talk to you.
He didn't add any more explanations and strengthened his hold on the woman, so as to block her between his arm and his torso like a bulky barrel. Once inside the captain's cabin, he let go of her and she fell on her butt.
-Be careful, damn it. She swore.
-You don't have any orders to give to my second. She heard a voice speak at the back of the room. Seriously, you would be a pierced womenif I hadn't taken his weapon. So the metallic noise that had saved her came from him, she thought. I didn't take you on board so that you would die after a week, understood?
-On the other hand, you took me as a slave. The young woman pointed out to him that she took care of all the household chores.
-You would be a slave if I had not saved you.
-It was not you who saved me, it was the other old man.
-You two, calm down. The second intervened in the face of the flashes that the other two in the room were throwing at him.
-I was busy during those days, now you explain to me your relationship with Shanks and what you were doing at the auction. He continued more seriously.
Well. Here come the end of her life.
To understand her current situation, it was necessary to go back a week ago, when they had met on the Sabaody Archipelago.
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The young woman had just arrived on the neutral archipelago, she was finally going to be able to enjoy a little vacation without having to flee the Navy. After all, with the nice bounty she had obtained she was quite sought after, but not enough to be part of the Super Novae.
Her poor raft arrived safely, at a groov far from the city center of the island, she did not want to be noticed more than necessary. Walking on the wooden pontoon, she crossed the forest with huge trees to reach a bar.
-Are you going to go to the auction?
An auction? That interested her. She would not be against going to free a few unlucky people. Yes, she saw herself as a guardian of justice sometimes, even if usually her cruel pirate instincts were more imposing.
-I hear there is a mermaid on display.
-It will change from the usual pussy on legs.
What?
-A mermaid is more beautiful than a human, right?
-I think so, but I've never seen one.
The two pirates, or rather scum, left the bar without even paying. The young woman was revolted by such remarks and disgusted by these monsters. Neutral island or not, they would feel her fist.
So she decided to follow them, paid for her drink, and followed them to a place a little further away from the central aisles.
Joining them in an empty space, she waited hidden behind a tree to see if there were only two of them. Fortunately for her, her patience had saved her life.
-Guys, did you find what I asked you for?
-Yes, boss. We went to two or three bars and there were four or five well-hung chicks that we could sell.
-Perfect. I'll send the others to go get them. Can you give me the aisles?
While those who seemed to be the suppliers of the auction were talking, the young hidden woman clenched her fists so as not to rush at them and kill them instantly. Sure, she was a big brute, but she would never let such insults pass in the words of women.
As she was developing a short plan allowing her not to sow discord during her vacation, she felt a hand on her shoulder
-Hey guys. A man greeted them. I found a good girl who was listening to your conversation. Are you planning to punish her?
The woman's eyes widened, they weren't going to give her a beating, or worse, just for listening to them
-I think selling her will bring us more profit. The other man said with a sly smile.
Actually, getting beaten up would have been better. What had possessed her to play the good Samaritan… was her last thought before feeling a heavy shock at the back of her head.
-So that's how you ended up behind bars. What a spirit of justice. Said the red-haired captain after his speech. That still doesn't tell me what you have to do with Red Shanks. He continued more seriously.
-Well actually… She began.
-Don't try to lie to me. Without me you would already be dead or sent back behind bars.
The woman sighed. It was undeniable that if he hadn't been there, she might not have gotten out of it… When she had escaped from her cell, marines had mistaken her for one of the pirates who had caused the trouble and had gone after her. She had gotten rid of them in her escape, an admiral arriving, but had crossed paths with a pacifista.
She had then been "saved" by the red-haired pirate, even if according to her he had just joined the forces around him to win. Then they had made a deal and she had temporarily boarded his ship.
-Like I told you. I overheard a conversation in the bar, where a woman was talking about the route the emperor was going to take, and also that he was planning to rest on an island.
-What does he tell us that this woman wasn't lying?
-I don't know. Maybe it was one of his conquests who managed to make him talk. But you're the one looking for Shanks, so if you have a lead that could turn out to be true, you'd better follow it. The pirate woman finished, looking at him in the eye.
-Very well. I'll follow your lead like you say. But listen to me carefully, he said, approaching her, if you lied to me and Shanks isn't on this island, you end up in the sea. Is that clear? He finished his sentence, holding the woman's chin with his fingers.
-Very clear, captain.
-You're not a member of my crew.
Ouch. He was right, once again, but she would have liked the terms of the agreement to include her in the crew, in order to enjoy a little more during the long months they would spend together.
-If I am not one of your crewmates, and my stay as a slave is over, then why are you giving me all these household chores?
-I just asked you to wash and tidy the hold. Well if you want to sleep in dust you choose but go ahead tell me what are these other tasks as you say.
-Oh that bastard.
Having just understood, the woman stormed out of the captain's room, and looked on the deck for a certain face.
-Gig bastard come here!
The so-called Gig approached, a superior smile on his lips.
-Did it made you laugh to give me all these tasks by making them pass under the captain's orders huh?
-Gig, explain yourself. Said the captain in question as he followed the woman.
-Uh, Captain. He said, all sheepish. I can explain to you…
-Explain what to him? Tell him that you were passing on your tasks to me? Tell him that you had been slacking off for three days? Oh no! I know! The woman looked him in the eyes, a devilishly happy smile on her face, or was it rather euphoric? Admit to him that you were defying your captain's authority by pretending to be him.
He was dead. Among the things that the pirate knew how to do, the manipulation of words was at its peak. And it would seem that Kidd had been easily manipulated on the spot, throwing the ex-pirate to port.
-If you go back on this ship, you're dead.
Then the red-haired pirate headed for his cabin, leaving faces that were not the least bit shocked on his crewmates. Apparently, it was Kidd's habit to get rid of those who didn't know their place. It was quickly settled at least, the pirate thought before finally resting.
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The days had flown by at the speed of the sea winds, and it had now been more than a month since the passing pirate had been aboard the Victoria Punk. Her days were calmer than the first week since Kidd had put things in order, but she wasn't idle either.
The task she had been given was to clean the cutlery after each meal, so three times a day she spent a hour in the kitchen washing spoons and forks for the many crew. Apart from these services, the pirate did nothing. Taking advantage of the free vacation she was offered.
She was currently on the front deck, some fabric laid on the ground and she was lying on it enjoying the sun, sun that was cut off by a large shadow above her head and soon her whole body. Damn giant.
-Hi Y/n. How's the tanning?
-Oh, hi Wire. Well as you can see I've finished my afternoon task so I'm relaxing.
The man laughed. She and Wire had gotten along well since she joined the ship. In fact, he was one of the only people who talked to her.
-I understood that you were busy training the latest recruits. More of a massacre than training for me…
-Is that why you didn't want to participate?
-Don't want to die under Heat's flames. She said under his laughter.
-Otherwise the Cap'tn asked me to go bring you to him.
The woman got up, she would continue her break later if the captain wanted to see her.
-Kidd? Does he know that I exist?
-What ? Did you miss him because you haven't spoken for a month?
-Stop taking me for his girlfriend Wirie. She looked at him, throwing lightning bolts at him.
-It's not my fault if you look like the girls he picks up on the islands. They always have the same hair as you, that must be his style. He continued, smiling mockingly.
-Besides, does he never come by himself? Do I scare him? Always sending you. Poor you. She said ironically.
yes of course… Come on, stop being ironic, we're here. Unless you want him to pin you against a wall, but I don't think it will be to kiss you.
Wire, get lost, I think I can open a door by myself.
And the giant left while laughing at his friend. While she, she mentally prepared herself for what the captain could say to her, given that he had not spoken to her since their last discussion a month ago.
-Eustass Kidd, to what do I owe the honor of being able to visit you? She said, accompanying a curtsy.
-Spare me your damn bullshit and flattery and explain it to me. He said to her, throwing a newspaper on her desk.
-So here we have the daily column that was delivered by a Martin Postman this very morning. Martin that one of your guys almost plucked while wondering if his feathers could be used or worth anything.
-Didn't you do that?
-No! I captured him for a snack. But I see that the captain is interested in me!
-Enough joking, look at the wanted poster.
… Holy crap. She said, inspecting the paper.
-That's the case. Why didn't you tell me you had a bounty?
-Well, I didn't see the point. Besides, my bounty is nothing compared to yours.
-65,000,000 berries. Yes, it's lower than mine, i'm so lucky that a kid like you is inferior to me, but how did you get a bounty like that? You never train! You spend your time sleeping in the sun!
-You really spied on me!
-You're visible from my office Y/n.
-Ha.
She hoped he hadn't seen all the stupid things she had done over the course of the month.
-So, can you explain?
-Actually… she began, how can I put it? Basically, I'm quite curious. And I like gold. So let's say that when a big navy ship arrives at a port, I like to head into the holds or the chief's office… just to see if there's anything interesting. And often there's a lot of gold and food! But by stealing from them I've built up a reputation, and when I'm caught, ordinary marines can't handle it, so they die of their injuries… that's it.
So there, if the captain didn't expect it, that was the case. The woman he had taken in as a slave and whom he had helped to escape was actually wanted for theft and massacre? Now that he thought about it, she hadn't fought that much with the Pacifista.
He couldn't help but be like, proud. Yes he was proud to have a strong person like her in his crew. Well, in his ship he thought better of it.
-Well, from now on you-
-Captain! A man yelled as he slammed the office door, did he have suicidal thoughts? There's a pirate ship that's been following us for a while now. We think it wants to attack us.
-Call Killer and the others. Get ready to fight! He ordered. It's going to bleed.
-Oh my. Rude brute.
-Do you have a problem with my orders bitch?
-Not at all. I was wondering if I could join the fight, it's been a while since I snapped my neck, like you stopped me from doing last month. She frowned in reproach.
-Then go ahead and show me that you're worthy of being on this ship.
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-Come on Y/n, join the training sessions. A voice complains.
-No, I don't want to end up burned.
-Heat will be careful just for you.
-Wire, Wire, Wire… My dear friend, why do you want me to join you so much. You're sooo dangerous.
-It's because you're also 'sooo dangerous'. We've seen how you fight. You can knock people out with just one strike, you're stronger than most of the guys here. Don't act like a choirboy.
In fact, since the last time, when she proved her place by quickly dislocating a few marines, Wire and a few other pirates must have accepted her because of her strength, took turns coming to get her to make her participate in their training sessions.
-Besides, why did you want to be Miss Perfect who saves innocent slaves in Sabaody? Kidd shouted.
Indeed, this one seemed more likely to want to know her and participated in their discussions from time to time, also asking her questions. Not far from displeasing the female pirate who was happy to gradually pierce the supernova's shell.
-Well, they didn't deserve to suffer this fate. If it had been a celestial dragon living the life of a slave after all he had done, I would have just admired the show. But there they hadn't asked for anything. And I didn't like how they talked about women.
-And why do you want to save the women? Like when we attacked the island the other day and you stopped the other one from killing one while you yourself were killing one. They are weak, they will die quickly in any case. I'm not talking about you, eh. He rushed before her gaze.
-Because my dear Eustass, oh when she took that tone it was because she was serious, weak women as you say, face many things that you would not even imagine. You will never notice it because in your mind it is a normal thing as it has always been like this. And that is the problem. Now you would do better to shut up and not underestimate all that we endure. Thank you.
She finished her tirade smiling. One could have believed that she was sincerely thanking him if he could take her cause seriously, but by general opinion, it seemed more like a warning. If he spoke like that about the woman again, he would suffer the consequences, chief or not.
A few hours later, the red-haired captain came back to see her. He had something important to tell her but had preferred to wait. He found her as usual on an old animal skin enjoying the sun on the completely deserted front deck.
-Y/n we should talk.
-Are you going to confess your feelings to me?
-Are you out of your mind? He said disgusted.
-Well I don't know I imagine. The last guy who told me "let's talk" he declared himself.
-He must have had to. He smiled.
-Shut up. Anyway what do you want.
-We're going to arrive on a desert island soon.
-Wow impressive.
-Let me finish. I'm going to drop off some men so they can build and set up a landmark. I've had contacts in the underworld and it could bring us a lot.
-I'm afraid I don't understand Eustass Kidd.
His governmental name. A sign that she wasn't very happy. At the same time with what he was about to tell her…
-You're going to stay there.
Excuse me?
She took it badly. Too bad, he would have no choice but to use strong methods.
-Don't argue with orders. You stayed on this ship much longer than expected. I remind you that you are not part of the crew.
And that sentence again. She thought that indirectly she had joined him, with all the time and memories they had spent together.
-So I'm not part of it, but you're asking me to take care of your future palace. Aren't you a little too cheeky there?
-Y/n… Don't take it like that.
-No Kidd! She was getting angry. I won't do anything that I won't gain anything for. Tell me the counterpart.
-I'll let you join the crew.
-Huh?
-If you manage to establish a good mark and a name in the underworld until I get back, then you will officially join the crew.
-So you let me supervise everything? Did he have the necessary trust in her to let her take the lead?
-Yes.
-Very well. Deal done. Now you tell me for how long you will be gone and to do what. Even if I already have a hypothesis.
-Big Mom.
-But you are completely crazy! I give you the road for the other Red and you attack another emperor. She shouted under his murderous gaze.
-I have business to do with this one. Then I will go find the Red.
-Ha. She sighed, completely crazy. It will take you time then, well if you come back. Don't look at me like that Kidd I know you will come back
-It will take you a whole year
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
The conversation had become somewhat awkward. Not knowing what to say anymore, the woman asked him when they would arrive on the desert island, to which he answered three days. So she only had three days left with her friends. Since she was sure that Kidd would take Killer and Wire with him. But hey, a new adventure awaited her.
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Fourteen months. Fourteen fucking months of shit since Kidd and Wire had left. She had handled the paperwork and negotiations to establish a base, which had been difficult. Then she had wiped away all the remarks from some who didn't take her seriously, but she had gotten her revenge, at worst she would tell Kidd that the hunt for the monsters on the island had gone badly.
Then she had had to find the funds to build, because it seemed that her future captain had underestimated the necessary price, so she had gone for a walk in the nearest richest city, more precisely to the port in order to retame her old habits. Of course, she had been caught by the navy, so she had made a bloodbath and her bounty had increased to 80,000,000 Berry. So she had received an angry call from Kidd asking her to play it low-key, but deep down she was proud. Routine, you know.
As for the underworld side, she had found some talent in the business, having quickly made a name for herself in it. So she thought she would get a call from Kidd who called her once a month to talk to her about it. But nothing. Three months that his reputation had been traced, and still no call. He might have died. No, she would have seen it in the newspaper.
-Captain Y/n.
Oh yes. He will kill her for that detail too. It could be that, by mistake, she let it be understood that she was the head of their organization. Since she had managed everything from A to Z concerning the underworld. And the people she had hired to help her liked to call her that. She was definitely dead.
-Yes Rackham?
-There is a boat that seems to be the Victoria that was spotted less than two miles away. But it is accompanied by other boats.
-Holy crap.
-Captain?
-Call me Y/n, come on, we're friends. Anyway, take my place and forge my signature on the left pile. I'm going! She said, running from her office.
-But Captain!
-I said Y/n! She yelled from the other end of the hallway.
She was definitely screwed. But it was time for a reunion. And something was pressing, why were there several ships? Kidd had left with three ships, but his second would have told him if the other ships were theirs. Although what seemed to make her pace quicken, and another organ, was more the person sailing on one of the ships.
-Eustass Kiddou! You're back! She shouted as she reached the port.
Said Kiddou raised his head at that name. Only one person on earth and sea had dared to call him that, and those, during goodbyes that had happened fourteen months ago.
-The bitch?
-Hey, I can call you bastard too for our reunion. She said as she arrived in front of him.
-Your stay in the crew will be short if you say that.
-Wait, that's it!
-I told you, didn't I?
-Yes yes. Thank you Cap'tain Kidd. She said as she approached him, encircling her little arms on his robust waist. Wait. There's a thickness missing.
She moved away from him and looked at him more fully.
-Damn Kidd your arm!
-It was a bastard from the red-head's crew who did it to me.
-I told you I should have come. I could have prevented you from being hurt and also-
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, a muscular arm carrying her against a torso. Kidd was hugging her?
-Kidd I'm very happy to see you again huh. But you're breaking my back there…
-Oh yes sorry.
-Ahem.
The two turned around to look at the one who had coughed.
-I don't want to interrupt your reunion, but could we have nothing to do with each other? Said a man with long blond hair and a funny tattoo.
-Rackham, takes the other supernovae and their crews to settle in the western districts.
-Rackham is not here captain. You left him in your office.
Oh shit.
-Captain? Kidd pointed out. By any chance, my dear subordinate, he insisted, you haven't taken your ease a little too much during this long year?
-No but I'll explain Kidd.
-It's captain.
-Captain.
-I would be happy to hear your version of the facts in my office. But later.
-Yes, Captain. She replied before he left.
-The captain is not in love, is that it? Wire whispered in her ear. You seemed very close to him for me earlier. What would have happened if the other mouthful had not coughed?
-Hi Wire. Shut up Wire. She smiled.
How pushy could he be with his so-called romance with their captain. Their. She was officially honest now.
-Are we eating together tonight? With Killer, Heat and Kidd. Don't worry, I'll save you a place next to your dear lover.
-You're boring Wire.
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But what happened? Y/n didn't understand. They had heard a loud noise and then everyone had rushed and when she had looked in the distance, one of their ships had been blown up and had a huge mass on it.
-Kidd! Kidd where the fuck are you? She shouted, coughing.
She had been next to it with her captain when the ship had exploded and had taken a lot of dust, and explosives that were stored inside, in the face. You didn't need to be a doctor to suspect that it wasn't very good for her.
-Y/n!
-Ha, you're here! What happened?
-We have visitors.
-But who jumps out of the sky like that? She panicked.
-An emperor.
-Huh? Which one?
-Kaido and the hundred beasts. And I thought I understood that the other fuckers had betrayed us.
-Kidd, what did I tell you about alliances.
-Oh, that's good!
-Anyway, we're going to go beat him up, are you coming with me?
-No.
-… what do you mean no?
-You're not coming with me. You take care of fleeing and rebuilding our lair somewhere else safely.
-What? That's out of the question Eustass!
-Listen to me Y/n! He shouted in a tone he had never used for her before. Please Y/n…
-What's wrong, Kidd. She softened her voice to the broken sound of her captain's.
-I've never felt my heart beat for anyone except when you're by my side. I don't want you to die. Take the emergency submarine and run away, we'll find each other again.
He took her by the waist, placed his lips on hers as delicately as he could, they exchanged a loving kiss, and he left her to return to the battlefield.
-You better survive, Eustass Kidd! Or I'll kick your ass! She screamed before escaping.
He was right, she had to gather strength and rebuild what she had already done for him, in the same way as fifteen months ago. She would only hinder him given the state she was in if she stayed.
-Very well, Captain. We'll meet again.
Then she left, running as much as she could despite her lungs that were throbbing, she owed that to the one who had saved her life, once again. And then, she knew that he would get through it. No matter the danger, no matter the enemy, no matter the ally, he would get through it. He was strong, and that's why she loved him.
~~the end ~~
Currently wondering if I should make a long and detailed series version of this
