Mine (Yandere!One Piece x Reader)

The Candle Never Went Out

(A/n - I'm a little- uh- well- you'll see lmao cause hotmfdamnhehasnoneedtobethishot)

Killer POV

I smirked at the two dumbfounded fools in front of me before quickly making my way over to the truck. Speeding home was never easier as I thought about what little formal wear I actually owned. As soon as I made it to the little house I called home I ran to my closet to search for a nice outfit. Apparently my scrambling was loud enough to make other people in the house notice.

"Woah, dude," I heard Kidd start from the doorway. "What are you in a twist for?"

I let out a heavy sigh and turned to meet his confused gaze. "I'm going to the dance, I have a date," I muttered.

Then it set in fully.

I'm going to the dance and (Y/n) is my mother fucking date!

I felt a smile twist along my lips and I turned back to the closet of jeans and t-shirts. "She has a nice dress that her friend made so I need to look nice," I explained as I dug through the cloth.

He hummed in acknowledgement. I didn't pay him any more attention as I struggled to find a plain black button up or a pair of slacks. I kept coming up empty and sighed as my mouth moved to a grimace. I ran a hand over my face and pushed my bangs back as I looked over the mess of clothes that I had thrown into a pile.

"Hey dumbass," Kidd hollered. I whipped around to be met with a pile of clothes to the face. "I had an old shirt that should fit, Heat had some slacks he never wore, and Wire had this bad boy," he listed, holding up a nice leather jacket that had spiked studs on the lapels and shoulders.

I looked at the dark grey button up and the black slacks before nodding slightly. "This is perfect. Thanks, Kidd," I uttered gratefully.

"Try 'em on first, dumbass," he countered with a chuckle. "Hurry up and handle your face, though. When was the last time you shaved?"

Shit-

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The clock read "8:30" in green LEDs as I finished combing through my hair and tying the blue and black striped tie Spike had insisted I wore along with the look. I smoothed over the soft fabric of the shirt again as I checked over my outfit for the nth time. I ran my thumb nail along the corner of my lip, trying to make sure the dark purple make-up didn't smudge.

Is this too much? What if she doesn't even wear make-up to the dance? She doesn't need it, but wouldn't that make it look odd? What if she is wearing something preppy? But she mentioned Perona, and that woman doesn't know the definition of prep-

"You look fuckin' fine, Killer. Take a breath and go get her ass," Kidd snapped as he shoved me away from the mirror.

I scoffed but smiled. "Fine, don't burn down the house," I joked as I made my way to the truck.

"Yea, Yeah, whatever- You're not taking Victoria?" he asked as he pointed to the shiny dark green motorcycle with animal jaws mounted on the front. It looked like they cleaned it up for tonight.

"Well if you're offering, I guess I have to," I agreed, snatching my blue and white helmet.

I slid into place against the gas tank and turned the key, feeling the engine roar to life between my legs. I threw my helmet over my head as I pulled my bangs back so I could see. The revving of the engine was the only thing I heard as I sped off to the school.

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After I pulled into the parking lot and pulled off my helmet, I caught sight of (Y/n). Her (h/l) hair done loosely with small crystal clips pulling some strands into braids and dark eyeshadow. I let out a breath of relief that she had gone with a similar style before my breath hitched at her outfit. I caught a glimpse of a garter belt and almost choked.