One Piece Oneshots

Ace X Reader

GreenR: uhhh. Okay, I'll explain the idea of this story a bit. Thing is, I read Alex Flinn's "Breathing Underwater" today and I wanted to write something like it. So I'm warning you, this story has a mention of domestic violence, so if it's a trigger for you, skip that one, kay?

Sorry.

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"You slut!" You heard just before hard knuckles dug deep in your jaw with a crack and you fell on the floor, tasting the blood on your lip. Tears started gathering in your eyes but you tried to hold them back, knowing that crying would only make things worse.

The huge blond man, your boyfriend, in front of you kept swearing, his hands still rolled in fists until he finally stopped, panting hard. He looked at you wordlessy and walked out. Few moments later you realised you were still shaking, and got up from the floor, feeling almost frozen with fear.

You grabbed the car keys from the table and sneaked out, not even bothering to put on a coat or boots, still in fuzzy grey socks. At the doorstep you looked at the old and rusty car for a moment, but decided it was not worth a try so you just kept clutching the keys and ran away along the snowy street.

The streets were almost empty so there was no one to help you and you kept going until you got to the small park a dozen blocks away. Breaking down on one of the benches you cried until your eyes felt like salt mines and you were sniffing all the time. You legs already felt cold and your toes were icing inside the socks.

"Miss? Are you alright?" A woman with worried expression suddenly appeared and it took one look at your slumped form for her grab a huge scarf from around her neck and wrap it around your shoulders. She helped you to walk to her car which was parked nearby and drove you to the shelter on the other side of the town.

You were still in a haze, half mad from cold and exhaustion, you barely felt it when few people in the shelter pushed you under the warm shower with clothes to warm you up. Only when someone tried to untangle your fingers to get the car keys from your hand.

"No," you cried and pulled your hand against your soaked chest, "I have to keep them. If he sees I took them he'll be mad."

"Alright," you saw dark-haired man, who had tried to take the keys, smiling at you through your tears, "are you warm enough now? Come out and you can get some warm clothes," you trembled but still took a step. You jaw had swollen and took sickly purple colour already, as you saw from the mirror that was hanged on the wall next to the shower.

You stared emotionlessly at your yellowish skin, from the lack of sunlight and hollowed cheeks due lack of food. Your E/C eyes stared emptily back.

"Here," same man wrapped a huge fluffy blanket over your shoulders, "I'll go out for a bit and you can change, kay?" You nodded mechanically and he left the room. It took you few minutes but eventually you dropped the blanket and started removing your clothing, before replacing them with new and warm ones you stared at your reflection.

You were so skinny that bones were showing from under your skin and all your curves were gone. You looked like those holy men who ate only a breadstick and  a cup of water a month. There were also larger and smaller bruises marking your whole body, especially wrists and legs.

You pulled slowly on the huge sweatpants and a T-shirt, still shivering a bit from coldness of the air.

"Are you ready?" Came from behind the door and you let out a hoarse 'yes' letting the guy come in. "Good, you're dressed. Would you like me to show you your room, or would you like some food first?"

"Can I have food?" You asked bit surprisedly. Back at home, Luke only let you eat when you bad been a good girl and hadn't angered him.

"Of course you can," his eyes wandered at your skeleton-like body and he understood your question, "come on," you walked after him to a small kitchen, where  a big pot of potato soup was boiling, and stared at it hungrily while he got you a big bowl.

You started wolfing it down like you had done with scraps at home, afraid someone would take them from you. Before you noticed the bowl was empty and you realised you had barely felt the taste.

"More?" Man took the bowl from you.

"Please," you whispered, feeling warmer and stronger thanks to the food already. This time he had brought few breadrolls along with the soup and you had to let go of the keys you had clutched the whole time to eat it all.

"Full now?" He smiled at you after the third bowl and you nodded, feeling actually a little sick after eating so much after such a long time. "Wanna sleep then?" Nod again. "I'm Ace by the way, what's your name?"

"Y/N" you mumbled and followed him to  a small room with few neatly made beds, where he told you you could sleep.

"Alright, go on, have good dreams....or not," he added after seeing your face again. And you crawled into the bed, pulling the blanket over your head and crying softly every time someone walked by, clutching the carkeys in a fist like a little kid a teddy bear.