Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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Prompt 13: "I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise".
A/N: Trigger Warning for topics of abuse, and murder and such.
Okay so I didn't expect this to be a 20k word count! I have a real problem with not letting things not feel canon to a character, and also I hateeee massive timeskips. So I went into a lot of detail of Kid and the reader gaining each other's trust before it gets fluffy! Sorry ahh!
The halls were quiet, too quiet for a marine base pulsing with warships and discipline. You'd long since learned to dread that silence.
Boots clicked against polished tile, echoing with a precision that spoke of power, but you didn't flinch. Not outwardly. You sat on the cushioned bench in the main hall, hands folded neatly in your lap, posture perfect, back straight, head held high.
Just as you were taught. Just as you were expected to be. You were the daughter of a Vice Admiral, after all. A living emblem of strength and honour. You were meant to inspire awe, respect.
You smiled when you were told to. You laughed when others did. You attended events draped in crisp, elegant dresses tailored just for you, standing beside your betrothed like a polished statue of marine virtue.
You were a perfect soldier's daughter, and every time the world clapped for you, you felt like you were suffocating inside your own skin because on this small island you called home, things were very different.
Today had started the same as always, a stiff greeting at breakfast, your father barking orders over the clink of porcelain. He hadn't even looked at you when he criticised your posture.
Too loose. Sit like you mean it. He'd tapped your wrist sharply with two fingers. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you.
Later, the man you were to call your fiancé had appeared, a Lieutenant. Always so clean, so composed, always with that gleam in his eyes like he was already dreaming of medals that weren't his yet.
He was young, ambitious, undoubtedly cold, and he'd been promised you since you were sixteen. He greeted your father with a respectful nod, then turned to you with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Ready for our walk, my dear?"
