One Piece: Oneshots

Eustass Kid x abused!reader: modern au.

TRIGGER: if you're sensitive to the subject of domestic abuse, then please, either do not read this or read with caution. I don't want you to be negatively affected by what I may write. Thank you.

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Knock knock.

"What the..." Kid stirred, hand rubbing sleep from his eyes as he rose to his feet, leaving behind the sofa. He noticed that beer bottles were around his living room, and he quickly moved to pick them up and hide them in the kitchen.

Knock knock knock-

"I'm coming," he growled, heading over to the door, where the sounds of fists were desperately pounding against it. He snatched at the handle, quickly pulling the door open to glare at whoever it was that had bothered to pester him. His features soon slackened when he saw you.

"[y/n]?" He asked, a little shocked. He checked his watch on his wrist, then winced, adding, "its two in the morning, what the hell are you doing here?"
You didn't answer the question, voice unusually quiet and monotone, as you asked, "can I come in?"
He frowned, moving aside as he let you in. You seemed so fragile against his bulky stature, you were only a fragile girl, face gaunt and eyes tired looking. Kid? Nah, he was one giant man, with muscles galore. You never quite understood how he could have effort enough to maintain such great body physique.

But when did you have effort for anything these days?

A pause followed after your speech, and you ensured that your eye contact was kept to zero between the two of you. He didn't need to see the damage, not yet- you weren't worthy of that attention.
"What happened?" He questioned, following you into the living room, as you stood awkwardly in the middle of it. He ran a hand through his red hair, frustratedly, sigh passing his lips. You didn't reply to his question, simply murmuring, "thanks for answering the door...no one else would have..."

It occurred to him that you were specifically avoiding the topic he was trying to get on to, deeming it red flag. He growled to himself, inwardly, as his eyes scanned your body, looking for anything out of place. Your knuckles were scuffed with light cuts, and your bangs were uncharacteristically covering your eyes, as though you were trying to hide something. Your hood was up, too, and he also noted how frail your voice sounded.

"[y/n]..." Kid murmured, stepping closer, spotting how tense your shoulders became, as though anticipating something bad.

His frown deepened, tone low as he stated, "he's done it again, hasn't he."
You shrugged, feeling a heavy weight tug at your heart, causing your chest to ache with anxiety.
Kid didn't hesitate to step over to you completely, hand reaching for your hood. With a panic stricken yelp, you quickstepped back, hand coming to protect your face, as a flinch coursed through your body, "don't- just don't."

"What did he do?" He asked, and you shook your head. Having become accustomed to his closeness, the invasion into your space no longer rendered a possible threat by your mind, you relaxed marginally. It took a second, but your nimble fingers worked deftly to take down your hood.

You could feel the shame rise like bile in your throat, and you could sense the disgust and terror rolling off him in waves. He thinks I'm an overreacting little lost girl, disrupting his night like a complete fool.

You closed your eyes, expecting some harsh words, just something to knock you down a few more pegs. Instead, you felt callouse fingers run through the uneven tufts of what was left of your hair, the only length left in the bangs that covered your eyes still.

"He...he cut your hair off?" You felt tears rise, and you shook your head. With a shaky breathe, you murmured, "he didn't...I..."

It had been a long time since your boyfriend had left the flat in a state, anger flared and leading him to search for booze. You'd hoped he'd never come back, heart stopping when the front door had slammed open, hoarse voice of the man calling your name, tone laden with disgust, loathing.

You'd tried to grab your car keys, you'd had enough. This wasn't going to be one of those nights; you weren't going to be his punching bag, not by a long shot. But it hadn't turned out that way, for he was on your smaller frame within a second, his fist connecting with your cheekbone, sending you flying back. You hadn't expected it, head rattled and heart speeding up with fear.

As you tried to put your hands up for defense, he'd taken the opportunity to grasp a hand full of your long hair, tugging at it violently and directing you into the kitchen.

With a cry leaving your throat, tears pouring down your face, you attempted to break away from him, intending to sprint out of the door and go anywhere far away from him.

But he wouldn't let go.

He wouldn't let go.

In the knife holder, you saw that the largest kitchen knife was snugly in place, mind coming to the conclusion that the knife was your only salvation.

Your hand shot towards it, then you let the blade run through your hair, hearing as each strand broke. The force he was pulling was soon gone, your head light, as you dropped the knife, picking up your feet to run out of the door and away.

You had to get away. You couldn't stay there. You wouldn't take it anymore.

Kid looked furious.

"I'll kill him." He snarled, as he balled his fist. You were wary of this, expecting him to strike out. By this point, you had shown the light cut on your cheek, and the black eye that had started to gently ease its way onto your skin.

"He doesn't know I'm here," you cried, desperate as you raised your hands to stop him from moving, "please- I don't want him to find me- just- just let me stay here. I trust you, okay? Please, I'm begging you, don't go back to him or he'll find me."

You could feel the tears slipping down your cheeks, as your throat grew tight, voice choking out your words. Kid nodded, heart clenching at the sight of you. This killed him, he hated seeing you like this.
If he'd known sooner, he might have been able to save you from the bastard, but he hadn't known. Make up and long sleeves, high necked shirts and a good knack for hiding everything, this is how you'd managed to delay him knowing.

He moved towards you, and you simply started to let your facade crack. Flopping against his firm chest, you merely decided to let out the months and years of tears that you'd had to hide.

Kid wrapped his arms around you, protectively, hand running through your, now, unevenly short hair, as his eyes steeled in anger. He said, "he won't touch you again, because I'll kill him if he does."

A pause, as he felt you begin to calm, "you're safe now."

You took a breath, and then you whispered, "thank you, thank you."

Finally, something might begin to change for the better - Kid would make sure.

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Note: okay! So, I left a note at the top of this, stating that this is a topic sensitive one shot. I got the idea from a song called Face down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I've also seen what abuse can do to someone, and I hope in some way this brings to light to someone that you aren't alone and that someone will be there to help.
Of course, if this has particularly upset you in any way, then don't hesitate to message me with the concerns.
Love you all, and I hope you've enjoyed this. I'll write some more Kidxreader later, in a much lighter note.

Sunny~