New World [One piece X Ghoul! Reader]

"Never trust anyone."

These were the words that you told yourself before everything went down in hell. You had nowhere to go...You were alone. You survived by stealing from others, scavenging whatever you could posibly find, and learning how to defend yourself. No one wanted you. Simply because of your "curse". It was a superstition that many believed. It was also passed down to other generations to learn. Everyone thought that you were a riddance to society...

You were nothing more than forgotten history.

You were left in the dark, cold and bleeding from your wounds. You had to find a place to hide and fast. You were an easy target at this point. So you took a chance. You hid inside of a storage unit located on a pirate ship. You waited, but soon fell uncountious due to your wounds. You were found covered in blood. You expected the obvious but instead, you were given a helping hand which saved your life...

That familiar grip was the thing that saved your life.
That memory was one that you would never forget...

And you swore to protect them,
even if it killed you.

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[WARNING:Contains spoilers and possibly lemon as the story continues]