One Piece Various x Reader

To Have and To Hold [Kid x GN!reader]

Summary | Kid can't handle the fact that you're truly gone.

CW | Gender Neutral Reader / reader death / mentions of death / grief / angst / Kid can't handle grief / I suck at writing angst

Inspired by the song "Fourth of July" by Sufjan Stevens.

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Opening his eyes and breathing in, Kids' brows would furrow with confusion as he stared at the vast ocean before him.

Wasn't he just in his bed?

Looking around, he walked along the sandy shores of an island he did not recognize.

"Killer?" he called out, his voice sounding hoarse, as if he had been yelling for hours.

Making his way along the outer part of the island, in search of his ship or any of his crewmates, he sucked in a breath of sick realization as his eyes landed upon the remnants of a long-destroyed marine building.

Memories flooded his mind as he recalled the events that had happened just months ago.

"I'll be alright, okay?" You looked up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile that could coax even the sweetest of words out of any hard-shelled man. "Just don't fuck up like last time" Kid rolled his eyes, a barely noticeable pink dusting on his cheeks as he quickly bent down to give you a peck on the forehead.

"Aye aye Captain!" you saluted him with a silly smile before hopping off the ship.

His eyes grew glossy as a sob threatened to leave his lips, taking steps closer to the ruins, he felt his legs grow weak. "___?" He called out, eyes wide and searching for something, for anything.

Surely if he's back here, it means you're here, right?

"They should've been out by now" Killer's voice rang out from beside Kid, startling him from his thoughts. "They probably got caught again, can't keep themselves concealed worth a shit–" his words would catch in his throat as an explosion sounded, sending a shockwave strong enough to rock the Victoria Punk.

Kids' eyes would go wide as he watched the side of the building blow out, the sound of walls crumbling and metal screeching created a cacophony of noise that caused a sick feeling to form in his gut.

Jumping from the railing of his ship, he ignored Killer's calls and ran toward the crumbling building.

Standing over the mass of rubble, he looked over the wreckage, a burning feeling caused his throat to constrict, and his eyes began to itch with threatened tears.

Another memory flickered through his mind, reminding him further of the tragedy that took place.

"Kid!" Killer would yell, having jumped from the ship in order to follow his captain. Another explosion shook the ground, sending rubble and dust flying toward both men, causing them to raise their arms to shield their faces. "I haven't seen a single Marine flee from the building, do you think–?" Killer stopped himself from finishing his sentence, looking back toward the massive Marine building that once stood proud.

Half of the building still remained, standing tall as the metal that held it up refused to give way.

"It was a trap" Kid came to the grim conclusion, "we sent them into a trap."

He knew it deep in his heart that you were gone, that this was probably some sick dream, but a small part of him hoped that you were still alive, that maybe you somehow survived. He knew it was far-fetched and unlikely, but he also knew that they never were able to find your body even after hours of searching.