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Brief A/N

This story is a special from "Captive". It follows the events of the movie "Stampede" and, like the movie itself, it's non-canon for Captive's storyline. You will also note that birdie is not as stressed about her condition as she is in the original story.

If we want to make a vague time indication, it would happen between day 25 and 26 of birdie's captivity (so right before meeting Drake).

As this story does not adhere to canon (like all OP movies), Bonney here is officially an ADULT.

Spoilers from the One Piece movie "Stampede".

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A long, silent breath left your lips as you leaned your head against the wood of the ship, right below the upper deck.

It was a bright day in the New World.

The sea was calm, for once, mild waves brushing against the keel of the Victoria Punk; calls from the seagulls echoed around the top of the masts, while the coarse laughter of the men filled the air around you.

You were sitting on the railing, eyes closed, enjoying the sun on your marked skin.

It was getting easier and easier, those days, to empty your mind enough and capture some moments of peace.

And it was terrifying.

«Slacking off, marine girl?»

...exactly.

Your features curled in a pout as you opened your eyes to glare at the three sneering pirates crossing the deck.

«What is it Booka? Do I have to help you with something?»

«I don't need your help!» the big man immediately scoffed, crossing his arms.

«...and I thought having a prisoner would be at least useful!» the Mohican laughed, turning to Wire «Why don't we make her clean the toilets or something?»

«SURE!» you blurted «And after that I'll do your laundry!»

«That might be and idea!» he retorted.

Wire rolled his eyes.

«Y/n, fetch new cordage from the basement.» he plainly ordered «The ropes of the second masts are pretty ruined after the last storm.»

You grimaced, carefully moving your leg to slide it down the railing, but a surge of pain ran up your womanhood and you abruptly halted your movement.

«Mmh... no.»

«No?!» the Mohican uttered «Just how impudent are y--»

«Wait. Waaait a second.» Booka sniggered, placing his hand on his comrade's shoulder and shooting a teasing glance at you «I think our little girl here can't really walk straight this morning.»

«What?» the Mohican looked at him, then back at you. His lips twitched in a crooked smirk «Ooh, I see.»

«Shut up!» you grumbled, a faint blush spreading on your cheeks «That's bullshit.»

«Prove it, then.» Booka grinned, pointing at the door «Go to the basement.»

«I don't feel like it.»

«Very well.»

He took a deep breath and turned to the deck, where most of the crew was hanging out.

«HEY GUYS! Y/N IS SO DRILLED SHE CAN'T WALK! COME WATCH!»

«BOOKA!» you choked, risking to fall from the railing.

The Mohican burst in laughter, while Wire shook his head with a sigh.

You watched in rising concern as some of the men started dropping what they were doing to come enjoy the show.

«Fine, fine!» you growled, forcing your sore body to get down on the deck and hurrying towards the door.

Unfortunately, you did limp badly enough to trigger everyone's enthusiasm.

«Oi, Y/n! Need a hand there?»

«Got banged pretty hard tonight, uh?»

«That's karma for keeping us awake!»

You reached the entrance under a chorus of yells, your teeth gritting harder with each painful step. When you finally grabbed the knob for support, you violently turned to the pirates, your middle finger raised in rage.

«YEAH, MESS AROUND WHILE YOU CAN!» you shouted «YOU ALL KNOW WHERE YOUR DICKS WILL BE WHEN I GET YOU ALL ARRESTED!»

You slammed the door behind you in a jubilation of laughter.

You still had to endure some teasing when you came up again, carrying the ropes on your shoulder.

Thankfully, moving proved to be good for your ache, the pain tuning down as your muscles warmed up. That, and the magic ointment from the doctor.

«I see. Thanks for the delivery.»

Killer's voice caught your attention and you looked at the railing just in time to see the Massacre Soldier slipping some coins in the albatross' bag before it flew away.

A small frown wrinkled your eyebrows as you followed it with your eyes. It looked different from the usual News Coo.

Killer was focused on the paper he received.

«Hey, blondie.»

He raised his masked face to you.

«Y/n.»

«Got something interesting there?» you asked, hinting at the letter with your chin.

A low hum rumbled through his chest before he replied.

«Maybe. Call Kid, he needs to see this.»

«Then call him yourself.»

Yeah, your bad mood from earlier hadn't completely worn off yet.

Killer lowered his arms, his concealed eyes fixed on you now.

«One of these days, kitty, I'm going to throw you overboard.»

«You already did.»

«Well, this time I'm not going to jump with you.» he turned back to the paper «Call Kid.»

You dropped the cordage on the floor with a groan and limped towards the workshop.

«Kid?» you grumbled, pushing the door open.

The workshop was messy, tools and metals lying around the floor and all over the huge desk, where the captain was currently tinkering with some small device.

«Hm?»

«Your boyfriend misses you.»

His amber eyes flicked up to meet your scowl.

Yes, I blame you for my condition.

You forced yourself to maintain a glowering face and let your back go against the wall, crossing your arms.

It wasn't so easy, with the beast looking right at you. Not even after all those weeks.

Somehow, the air around him was always burning.

After a few seconds, a smug smirk spread on his painted lips and he relaxed on the chair.

«You never seem to learn, birdie.»

A flick of his finger, and your belt yanked you forward.

«WAH! HEY!»

But his smirk only grew wider as he quickly attracted you to him, making you tumble on his lap with a curt tug.

You grasped his vest not to end up hitting your forehead on his chest, and he took his chance to grab your waist, pressing your small body against his.

Your face jerked up to snarl at him, but every retort died on your lips in a gasp when his hand roughly groped your breast, his dangerous grin already hovering on your mouth.

«I thought last night's punishment taught you something, but looks like you need more.»

Kid gave your bosom another squeeze and your hand sprang over his, your grip on his vest tightening as you bit your lip.

«K-Kid... there's a... letter. I think. For you.»

«Mmh.»

He leaned over to pinch the tip of your nose between his teeth, barely listening, his fingers now searching for your nipple through the layers of fabric.

With his hot breath fanning your face and his strong scent invading your nostrils, it was hard to focus. It felt like the temperature had risen one hundred degrees.

«L-Looks important.» you stammered, your touch on his hand growing softer and crawling up his scarred forearm «Plus, I can hardly walk already.»

«And who's fault his that?»

You cocked an eyebrow, eyes rising on his.

«Yours.»

Kid stopped his ministrations to let out a laugh, his metallic arm wrapping around your figure, and you took the chance to readjust your balance on his lap.

«Fine, let's go see this letter.»

So he DID listen.

The pirate stood up, not bothering to let you down in the process, but lifting you with one arm like a damn baguette.

Your mouth twitched.

«Oh, for fuck's sake, can't you please...!»

«You're the one complaining about walking.» he sneered, making his way out of the workshop.

«PIRATE EXPO?!»

«..."The event will conclude with a treasure hunt for something that belonged to Gol D. Roger, the King of the Pirates himself."» Killer read out loud.

Evening had fallen over the ship and the crew was having dinner outside, with candles and torches lit all over the deck and a myriad of stars leading the way.

«Gold Roger!» some men shouted, spitting crumbles on their neighbours.

The news had most of the crew all fired up, with the pirates seemingly unable to sit still on their chairs.

Killer folded the letter and turned to the captain.

«So, I guess we are going?»

A mad grin tugged at the redhead's lips as he slammed his hand on the table, shattering his empty plate.

«Fuck yeah we are going!»

His announcement made the men yell their approval and more booze flow in the tankards.

You nibbled at your inner cheek, eyes fixed on your almost untouched food.

A lock of long hair tickled your arm.

«Are you alright, Y/n?»

You turned to Heat, who sat beside you and had his gaze lowered on you.

«Yeah, I'm just...» but your irises rolled down to the plate again «I don't think it'll be a very welcoming place for a marine.»

You only muttered, or so you thought at least, but silence suddenly dropped on the crew.

You frowned, raising your face.

Everybody was looking in your direction.

What?

Kid's eyes sharpened, joy gone from his features as he turned to you.

After a few quiet moments, Killer nodded.

«It's true. The entire Worst Generation is going to be there, probably, and who knows how many other pirates. You've been active for a long time. Someone may recognize you.»

«Yeah, and let me tell you, they aren't fans.» you smirked, fatalistic «In all these years, I killed some people's nakama here and there.»

«Oh, there's not even need for that!» Booka growled, passing a hand through his hair «I'm pretty sure you pissed off half of the Grand Line with that fancy attitude anyway!»

You clicked your tongue, eyes wisely avoiding the captain.

«Yeah, I... may have... done that.»

A chorus of groans made your head flick down.

«That's not the only problem.» Wire observed «We're infamous, everybody will be paying attention. What will happen when they see we merrily keep a marine with us?»

«You make me sound like a pet.» you grumbled, even if nobody listened.

«I don't give a shit! They can just try and fuck with us, if they want to die!» Kid finally barked, his fist smashing another plate (Heat's, who sadly contemplated the remnants of his food scattered on the table).

«Okay, okay, I have an idea.» you announced, raising your arms to calm the spirits.

You were met with many doubtful glances, much to your dismay, but you just rolled your eyes and continued.

«Killer.»

The blonde let out a low hum, slightly surprised to be called out.

«You've been part of the Worst Generation for years, and yet the Marines still don't know your face.»

There was a pause.

«You want to wear a mask?» Killer asked, surprise now fully oozing from his voice.

You grinned.

«Why not? Pirates wear all kind of crazy stuff, nobody will question it.»

«It kinda make sense.» the Mohican said.

You turned to the captain, soon imitated by everyone else.

«Do you think you can make it?» you murmured, suddenly unsure.

Kid was staring at you, amber irises scanning your figure attentively.

«You want me to make you a mask?»

You hesitated, then nodded.

«Hum, yeah. Well, nothing like that unsightly helmet-thing that blondie wears.»

«I'm sitting right here.»

Kid threw his head back and laughed.

«Come to my workshop, birdie!»

He stood, grabbed a plate full of food (Wire's, who simply leaned back and watched his dinner disappear with blank eyes) and headed to the door.

«Killer! Adjust the route for the Pirate Expo!»

«Sure.» the blonde sighed while you jumped down your chair and hurried behind Kid.

Once in the workshop, the redhead set the plate on his desk and grabbed his yardstick, roughly tilting your chin from side to side to take your measures. You tried to protest, but he squeezed your grumbles between your cheeks.

For some reason, he seemed unable to stop smirking the whole time.

«Fine.» he eventually said, sitting at his table «You can go now.»

«Aren't you going to ask me if I have any idea?»

«No.» he replied, not even raising his eyes from the draft he was already sketching.

Yeah, sure, because I'm totally trusting you not to make my face look like a giant vagina.

«Wait, you freaking redhead!» you groaned, grabbing his arm.

«What?» he snapped turning to you, annoyance now curling his features.

«I have some requests!»

«Requests?» he repeated, his hairless eyebrow twitching dangerously.

You swallowed, but forced yourself to nod.

«Yeah. Nothing covered from the nose below, I want to be able to breath and talk freely.»

His hand abruptly grabbed your chin, his thumb pressing over your lips and he pulled you closer until his fangs were inches from your mouth.

«Cutting you from talking freely would be the wisest choice.» he husked, but he snickered immediately, letting your flushed grimace go «Fine. Any other request, you little princess?»

You puffed your cheeks in a scowl, arms crossing over your chest.

«I do have an idea for the theme.»

Kid barely hummed, already bent over his draft.

«And what would that be?»

«I was thinking... it should look like...» your words trailed off as a light blush dusted your face, eyes wandering on the wall.

«It should look like what?»

You muttered something.

«What?!»

«...a bird.»

Kid stopped sketching.

Despite your eyes being stubbornly glued to the shelves, you could feel him moving his burning gaze on your skin.

His signature grin slowly curled his features.

«Sure thing, my little birdie.»

Your stomach backflipped in your belly, but didn't have the time to register it because the pirate grabbed your arm and pulled you in his lap.

«Since I'm working for you, you're not allowed to go anywhere.»

You sat on his legs, back leaning against his warm torso while his arms surrounded you to reach the table.

As you observed his skilled hands working the different materials, your nape relaxed on his shoulder and his chin eventually rested atop your head while he got completely lost in his work.

With your heart pounding, you watched the mask taking form through his fingers for the rest of the night.