Hello hello! I found this prompt and decided to try it out with our beloved robotic armed redhead! It really got me inspired so now I have this lovely piece of one shot to share!

Entering your small apartment, you threw your bag on the floor and groaned. Dragging  yourself to the sofa, you fell face first and closed your eyes.

"What if I dropout?" You thought, considering your options. "I could become a stripper for the rest of my life."

"It's to late for that now." You sighed, sitting up.

Turning on your phone, you realised you only had half an hour before it was time to leave for work. Shit.

Quickly getting ready, you took the usual bus and attempted to find a seat or at least a spot which was harder to get harassed.

Arriving at the familiar convenience store, you let out a sigh. Another day, another shift. Entering the barely vacated place, you went to the back and punched in your hours.

The hours dragged on, until there was a crash at the front of the establishment.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" A voice exclaimed, a shot firing soon after.

"Shit!" You thought to yourself.

You could hear them shifting through the aisles, a cold sweat went through your body as one of them came closer to your location.

"Is he going to shoot me?!" You were as stiff as a deer facing headlights.

The man eventually faced you with a gun in hand, his eyes piercing your own.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" He muttered to himself, looking at your name badge.

What?

"Shit!" He curses, turning the other way. "We have a code maroon!"

Suddenly, the two men ran out as quickly as they came and everyone was discombobulated. After a couple of minutes in silence, people began to move around, still in shock.

"Do you know them, (Y/N)?" Your manager asks.

"N-no. I have no idea who they are." Your head felt light after the adrenaline rush, causing the world to seem wobbly.

"I'll call the police." The manager sighed, "After everone's interrogated, all of you can go home."

**

"Did you see what they looked like?" The silver haired male asked.

"Not really." You shifted awkwardly. "All they mentioned was a 'code maroon'".

"Code maroon?" The officer asked, surprised. You nodded. "Do you know anyone involved in criminal activity?"

"I don't know anyone." You answered, confused.

He scribbled a couple things down on the report, before talking again. "It appears that you're on a 'no harm list' of sorts. The criminals probably retreated after recognizing you." He explained.

Flabbergasted, you sat in silence.

Who the hell do you know that could be involved in crime? None of your friends would indulge in such a lifestyle (except maybe Nami), the only person you could think of is-

Of course. What other idiot would do something like this?

"If you can think of anyone, please tell us." He piped up, distracting you from the previous thought process.

"We're done here. You can go home." He dismissed. You nodded, leaving the store.

It was time to pay a certain ex a visit.

**

"What the hell, Kid?!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms.

"What?" He asked nonchalantly while sitting on his expensive looking sofa.

"You put me on a list?!"

"Of course I did."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't need to know." He shrugged, crossing his legs.

"I would've liked to know that I'm in a criminals no-no list!" You huffed.

"Do you remember our old apartment?" You nodded. "Remember how someone mysteriously broke all the windows?"

"What about it?"

"That was a threat from another gang after I kicked their asses." He explained somewhat proudly, cracking his knuckles.

"So?"

"Don't play stubborn, (Y/N). If I hadn't put you on the list your life would be in danger."

"I doubt anyone would go after your ex to get to you."

"Actually, we decided that ex wouldn't be good enough for the list." He explained, "So we put you down as my wife."

"WHAT?!"

"Did you not like the title?" He smirked mischievously.

"The best way to keep me out of danger was to get me extremely involved and well known in your Ponzi scheme?" You huffed.

"Do you want me to take you off the list and let you die then? I can do that." He offered.

"Such a gentleman." You clicked your tongue.

"I don't see what you've come here to accomplish, (Y/N)." He stood up, approaching you.

"Like I said, I don't want to be involved in your damn Girl Scout cookie scheme!" You exclaimed, standing your ground.

"What you're saying is," He began playing with a lock of your hair, "You would rather be tortured by affiliation with me than safe." His index finger now twirled with the strand while he towered over you.

His face was stoic yet cold, gently grabbing your chin he pressed his thumb on your lip while his index still held your hair.

"Is that what you want, (Y/N)? I can make that happen." He asked coldly, pulling your lower lip down.

"No." You huffed, tempted to bite his thumb.

"Then we're done here." He pulled his hand away from you. "You're staying on the list and that's final."

"What?" You muttered, still processing what just happened.

"You can leave now, (Y/N)." He shooed, waking away.

"You're so stubborn!" You growled, walking away.

After the encounter with your now criminal ex boyfriend, life went back to normal. As normal as finals week can be of course.

You lost your sleep to many nights of staying up in the dinky apartment, taking as many power naps as you could between breaks at work and school.

Obviously you never want to be in these circumstances, the last thing you wanted was to have to lose sleep. Sadly, things don't always go as planned.

"I'm never letting this happen again." You muttered to yourself, opening an energy drink shakily.

Those same words were uttered last semester.

Typing away violently at your computer keys desperate to finish anything at this point, you reached the last paragraph.

A wave of relief hit you, now all you had to do was run it through a plagiarism and grammar software and you were scot free.

Happily closing the now useless tabs that were previously for research, you accidentally closed your paper.

Of course.

At first, you felt like crying, screaming, even dying. But almost immediately you went numb.At this point you didn't care anymore.

Accepting the fate of failing a class, you
jumped under the covers without a care in the world, you allowed yourself to fall into the college stress equivalent of comatose. Not even the energy drinks could save you from this.

Many hours later, you woke up with a groan.

You didn't work today, as you knew it would take the whole day to recover from the stress and sleep deprivation.

Although bittersweet, it was peaceful to lounge around in silence and fully relax.

While sipping a cup of tea, you allowed your mind to wander, eventually falling back to Kid.

Even though the man pushed your buttons in all sorts of ways, he was unfortunately, in the right.

If he took you off that list now, your life would be in grave danger.

"Motherfucker." You growled, blushing.

Wait, bushing?

You touched your cheeks, now aware of the heat radiating off of them. The red head still had his way with you even after all these years.

It didn't help that he still treated you the same, now thinking back the whole situation gave you chills.

"Good girl." He smirked, tugging your hair.

Nope! Not thinking about that!

To shake off the rather lewd imagery that festered in your brain, you decided to go on a walk.

Oddly enough, the thought that Kid could and would kill anyone that tried to hurt you was quite comforting for waking alone.

The next day at work was  calm, even if everyone was still a little on the edge after the near robbery.

That was until a familiar blond entered the store, almost immediately finding you.

"What the fuck are you doing here Killer?" You whisper-yelled at the man.

"We need you." He answered calmly.

"Can you at least wait until I finish my shift-"

"Now."

You slouched your shoulders in disbelief, who the hell did he think he was ordering you around like that?

"I can't leave-"

"We'll see about that." He walked to your manager, and, after a couple of gestures and words the supervisor nodded.

"I completely understand (Y/N)! You can leave!" They gave you a thumbs up.

You were confused but decided not to question it, clocking out and leaving the store with Killer.

He guided you to a car with tinted windows, opening the back seat for you.

Begrudgingly entering the vehicle, you took a seat.

"Long time no see." He smirked.

Of course he was here.

"What do you want? Do you have any idea ho- mmph!"  His lips crashed against your own while his tongue asserted dominance in the kiss.

It was passionate and euphoric, the butterflies you tried to ignore came fluttering violently within while he began to cup your face with hands.

"Any other complaints?" He asked, wiping the side of his lip while you were red and speechless.

"Leave room for Jesus." Killer commented while driving.

"What do you want?" You asked angrily.

"I need your assistance with something." He answered, kissing your neck while holding you by the waist.

"What type of assistance?" You asked while pushing him away from the area he was kissing, knowing very well what he planned.

"You'll see." He smirked, sucking down on an area of your neck like a vampire.

"Kid!~" You tried to scold, only to mewl out his name.

"Did you think I forgot how to mess with you so easily?" He whispered in your ear.

"S-Shut up and tell me." You tried to compose yourself, only for him to suck on your sweet spot.

"You'll find out soon." He answered, still holding you by the waist.