You had expected most of the changes that came with being a parent when it came to your husband, but no one could have prepared you for the effect having a daughter would bring upon Eustass 'Captain' Kidd.
You saw it immediately the first time he held her, the gentle look that washed over his face as he took in her small frame, the way his eyes sparkled as he cradled her in his arm and watched her sleep. You practically had to pry her from his arms whenever it came time to feed her, and when you would wake from your mid-day naps or return from running an errand you would seldom find her in her room - but always in her father's arms.
It was the subtle changes you'd noticed first, the silicone casing he'd made to go around his metal arm so he could still cradle her and use his other hand for various tasks, the sing-song voice he only spoke to her with, the conversations he had with the boys about "how to treat women" like he had been a saint his entire life (you'd let the boys believe that for their sake).
As she grew, you'd begin to see things you would have lost money betting on with the crew - Kidd huddled around a tiny table and getting proper tea time etiquette training from your 3-year-old, Kidd sat on the floor at the edge of your bed as your daughter tied an array of bows and ribbons into his hair, Kidd offering genuine and thoughtful comments on which dress suited your daughter better for whatever make believe event she was dressing up for.
Kidd loved all your children, and you knew the boys admired and adored their father to no end, always pestering him about sparring lessons and huddling in his workshop with him for hours at a time to help him finish various projects - but nothing will ever top the moment your little girl told Kidd she wanted a metal arm like her daddy.
"Daddy," she'd cooed, patting his chest as he held her in the kitchen while he searched for something to eat. "Why is your arm like that?"
He looked at her and flashed her a gentle smile, "Well, princess, your dad was a bit reckless when he was younger, and I lost my arm in a fight. So, I made myself a new one!"
She eyed the arm curiously, reaching down to touch the cool metal, "Does it hurt?"
His eyes softened, "Not anymore." He then held up his metal arm and flexed the hand for her, watching her eyes widen.
"I want a metal arm like you, Daddy! Can you make me one?"
Kidd was already halfway down the hall towards his workshop before she could finish the question, and the two of them didn't come out until much later into the night, both sporting matching metal prosthetics and talking about how cool it is to be "part robot".
It's 3am and I need to go back to sleep but here you go I guess :3
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I'd like to ask you Kid with prompt 12: "You make me a better person." f!reader please 😉
Hi anons!! I apologize for this taking so long - I got hit with some vicious PMDD the past two weeks and had ZERO motivation to do anything at all, let alone write. I wanted to make sure I could give you something I was proud of - and I can gladly say that I did just that :3 I hope you enjoy the read, and thanks again for your submissions!!
Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - "You make me a better person." - STORY UNDER THE CUT
CW: FLUFF; kidd proposes, bro is a bumbling idiot in the cutest way ever, I'm so hopelessly in love with him help me, gentle kidd will be the death of me ---word count 1.7k
It’d been four days since you’d seen Kidd.
Four days.
The occasional disappearance of your captain had come to be expected, seeing as the man needed his alone time to decompress from time to time, but four days were impressive even for him.
Especially considering that the entire time the crew had been out at sea, meaning you were never more than a few yards away from him at any given point.
You’d begun to contemplate asking Killer if he had fallen overboard without anyone noticing when a disheveled head of red hair burst into the kitchen, grumbling in Killer’s direction and motioning for him to follow him.
You stood up and Kidd’s eyes snapped to you, the intensity in them causing your step to falter. When you stopped moving his eyes shifted to Killer, who then turned to face you and reached an arm out to rest a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, listen,” he starts, and Kidd disappears through the door as he blocks you from following after him.
“This isn’t going to make any sense, but just… don’t follow him right now, okay?”
Your brows furrowed and you inhaled deeply to protest, but Killer continued before you had a chance to offer your rebuttal.
“I know,” he sighs, hands waving in the air in front of him, “I know. He’s… I don’t even know what to tell you is up with him right now. Just, leave him be for a bit longer, okay?”
The concern must have been evident on your face because Killer returned his hand to your shoulder, rubbing it in an attempted reassuring gesture.
“Did… did I do something?” Your voice was shaky with concern, but much to your surprise Killer lets out a laugh at your question.
A laugh.
“Technically… yes,” he chuckles, and despite your confusion, the answer manages to loosen the tension that had built in your shoulders.
“Just… trust me, okay? I promise you it will be worth the wait.”
You swear you can see him wink at you through his mask as he turns and walks out of the kitchen and toward where Kidd disappeared.
You took a deep breath before returning to your task at hand, and once you’d finished the dishes you wiped down the counters before heading up to the crow’s nest to relieve Bubblegum for the night.
You brought a book with you to distract you from the nagging thoughts of Kidd, but it did little to calm the tempest of thoughts swirling in your head. You found yourself replaying your last encounters with your lover in your head to try to figure out what had triggered this reaction from him, but you came up empty-handed with every scenario, inevitably ending up flipping through the pages of your book as you desperately try to get a grip of your mind.
You continue this cycle until the sun finally starts to peek up over the edge of the water and House greets you with a sleepy smile at the crow’s nest door, signaling the end of your watch shift.
You scaled the ladder quickly and disappeared below deck, hoping a shower and a nap would help ease your mind enough to let you fall asleep before tending to your afternoon duties.
As you pull open the door to your and Kidd’s cabin, you are startled to find him sitting on the edge of your bed, his head resting on his hands – which are resting on his knees.
You curled an eyebrow at him curiously as you crossed the room, not sure what reaction you would get from him as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple.
“Hi,” you greet him quietly, the timidness in your voice causing him to look up at you with weary eyes.
“Hey.”
You stand before him for a moment before deciding to continue with your original plan, turning to move for the bathroom door.
“I’m going to shower and get some sleep,” you mumble, looking back over your shoulder to survey Kidd. He just simply nods, making no effort to move from his spot on the bed.
You shuffle through the room in search of a towel, slinging one over your shoulder once you find it and reaching for the door handle of the bathroom.
“Did I do something?”
Your movements stop as you let the question fall from your lips, unable to bear this tension any longer. You don’t turn to look at Kidd, instead you keep your eyes trained on the bathroom door before you until you hear his weight shift on the bed behind you.
A strong arm snakes around your waist and before you have time to protest you’re being turned around to face him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as you look up at him.
First, Killer… now him?
“What the fuck is so fun-?!”
Your words are cut off as his lips connect to yours, your irritation dissolving as his teeth pull your bottom lip in between his own. He bites down lightly and your lips part for him, his tongue pressing inside your mouth and tangling with your own.
The kiss is soft and short, and a heartbeat later Kidd is pulling away from you, tugging your hand into his as he leads you toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“Shush,” he grunts, pulling you out into the hall and up onto the deck of the Victoria Punk. You follow him up the stairs of the helm, his steps finally coming to a halt as he reaches the railing.
The sunrise pulls your attention as you listen to the sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship, the distraction only temporary as Kidd drops your hand and starts digging through his pockets.
“What the fuck is going on, Kidd?”
He stops fumbling around and looks at you, eyes softer than usual as he speaks.
“I was supposed to wait until we docked, but I don’t want to anymore,” he starts, pulling a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket.
He clears his throat and holds the paper out in front of him, eyes scanning over the words on it before he clears his throat.
“Y/N,” he starts, his voice slightly wobbly, “I’ve tried to figure out how the hell I wanted to do this for months now, and every time I thought I had a good idea, I ended up hating it and going back to the drawing board.”
Footsteps on the staircase behind you pull your attention, but just as quickly as he appears, Killer disappears back down the stairs, as if he’d stumbled upon something he wasn’t supposed to.
Kid grunts before reaching for your hand, pulling your gaze back to him as he starts to speak again.
“I sat at my desk for hours trying to put the perfect words onto this paper, and the longer I tried the more stupid it sounded. Ugh, wait - not stupid,” he runs his hand through his hair in distress. “This isn’t stupid, that’s not what I meant, I jus-”
You reach out and cup his face in your hand, a small reassuring smile curling onto your lips as a single tear pools in the corner of your eye as you realize what is happening.
Kid grunts again, sighing heavily as he leans into your touch, “I’m sorry,” he breathes, crumpling the piece of paper and letting it fall to the floor, “I don’t know the right words to say, so I’m not going to sit here and read you some script off of a piece of paper.”
He pulls his face from your hand and kneels down to the floor, at the same time that the first tear falls down your cheek. He shoves his hand in his pocket and reaches for your left hand with his metal one, eyes growing slightly hazy as he looks up at you.
“I-I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to make me rethink e-everything in my life,” he stumbles through the words, “I still don’t think I deserve to have you by my side, but I thank the gods they dropped you in my lap that night because I don’t know where or who I would be if I hadn’t met you.”
“You’ve loved every version of me, unconditionally, and without intentionally trying, you made me a better person – a better version of myself. Which is pretty impressive because I was already pretty fucking great when you met me.”
You let out a choked laugh, though it sounds more like a sob due to the tears now streaming down your cheeks as you stare at the ring resting in Kidd’s hand.
“All I know,” he says after chuckling to himself, “Is that I want you… I need you by my side, forever.”
Your heart stills as Kidd raises his hand, revealing the ring he’d spent the last three nights perfecting for you, unbeknownst to you.
He slides the ring on your finger and you realize your hands are shaking, you bring your hand up to your face and admire the craftsmanship of the ring for a moment, before dropping your hand back down to his and staring down at him through bleary eyes.
“So is this you asking me to marry you?”
Your question makes Kidd’s smile drop, and he cocks a brow at you as he looks between you and the ring.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
You ignore the attitude in his tone and smirk at him, cocking your hip to the side as you cross your arms.
“You didn’t ask the question,” you muse, smirk growing as he rolls his eyes, “Or do I not get a choice in the matter?”
He smirks at that suggestion and stands, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his embrace.
“Glad you know that ‘No’ isn’t an option here,” he teases, leaning down and pressing a quick and gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls back slightly and meets your gaze, his eyes sparkling from the glow of the distant sunrise.
“Will you?”
“Will I, what?”
Kidd pinches your side and you yelp, giggling as he squeezes you in his arm tighter.
“Marry me, brat.”
You fling your arms around his neck as a fresh set of tears begin to fall, crashing your lips into his. You feel his shoulders relax as he deepens the kiss, twirling your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as he pulls back from you moments later.
Heya!! First of all, congratulations on 100 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉 Been reading your stories since day one!! Id love to request some fluff for Kid, “Sweet of you to think of me.” “I always think of you.” with f reader please
Hiya, anon!! Ty for the kind words, for the continued support, and tysm for submitting a prompt <3! I hope you enjoy this Kidd fluff I've prepared for you :3
Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - “Sweet of you to think of me.” “I always think of you.” - STORY UNDER THE CUT
CW: FLUFF; reader is pms-ing, period woes, kidd is a sweetie pie and gladly acts as your punching bag for your mood swings, gentle kidd will be the death of me ---word count 1.3k
You were sitting at the bow of the Victoria Punk, leaning against the railing underneath the open mouth of the ship’s figurehead as you flipped through the pages of the book you’d been meaning to finish for far too long. The crew had docked late last night, and almost everyone had headed into the port village when they woke this morning. You, however, offered to stay and watch the ship - not wanting to trek through unfamiliar territory with period cramps.
You groaned and rubbed at your stomach, the stabbing pains only intensifying as the day went on. At one point you hobbled your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, and you were surprised to see your captain, and lover, rummaging through the cabinets in search of something to snack on.
He greets you with a grunt, barely sparing you a glance as you walk past him and turn on the stove to heat up some water. The two of you stand in comfortable silence until a particularly aggressive cramp has you gripping the edge of the counter and groaning slightly.
Kidd flicks an eyebrow up at you, noting the movement and sound, but not saying anything. You thought maybe he didn’t notice you, so you grab the tea from the cupboard and turn to walk away, holding your arm over your abdomen as you go to walk past him and back out the door.
Kidd’s arm extends in front of you, stopping you and nearly spilling the hot water in your tea cup, to which you glare up at him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, face stoic as he takes in your clammy skin and wrinkled forehead.
“You mean besides the fact that you just almost made me burn myself?” you sneer at him, pushing past his arm and continuing back out onto the deck. You thought for a second he might follow you and demand you answer him, but he remains in the kitchen - and you’re not sure if you’re relieved or irritated by his lack of pursuit.
You return to your previous spot and curl back up under the figurehead, flipping back into the pages of your books and trying to push Kidd from your mind. The sun peaks and begins to set in the distance by the time you stand again, the rest of your crew starting to filter back onto the ship just as darkness settles in.
Their rowdiness usually doesn’t bother you, but with your heightened irritability, you rise from your spot and slip below deck before anyone can notice your absence. You saunter down the hall and enter your and Kidd’s shared quarters, setting the book down on the end table before curling up under the thick blanket and tucking your knees to your chest, groaning as you struggle to fall asleep.
The next morning you awake to an empty bed, irritation immediately settling in as you realize that there was no sign of Kidd even coming to bed last night.
Had he been upset at you for snapping at him? You knew your tongue could be extra sharp during your period, so maybe you had upset him more than you realized. Your previous irritation from the day before had dissolved, replaced by a feeling of vulnerability as you tugged the blanket tighter to you, missing the warmth of your lover as you lay in the bed and tried not to get emotional.
You finally forced yourself out of bed when your stomach growled loud enough to echo through the room, realizing you hadn’t eaten much the prior day and it was already mid-day as you stepped out onto the bright deck. A few of your crewmates offered you sympathetic smiles and you ran your fingers through your hair, realizing you probably looked worse for wear as you pushed open the kitchen doors.
The smell of the food Killer was cooking wafted towards you, filling your nostrils and making your stomach grumble in response. Killer hears the sound and turns to glance at you, giving you a look over before chuckling lightly to himself.
“You look like shit,” he teases, to which you flip him your middle finger and pull up a stool to the counter space near him, leaning your elbow on the counter as you watch him sprinkle some cheese over the pasta he had prepared.
“Have you seen our captain?” You inquire, your mouth nearly salivating as Killer plates a bit of the food for you and slides the plate in your direction. He plates two more dishes and turns to you, and you swear you can see him crack a knowing smile behind his mask.
“Last I heard from him he had been in his workshop all night,” he says, keeping his response short as he gathers the plate and heads towards the door. “He asked me to make you and him some food, and said he’d be done with whatever he was working on by the time you woke up.”
“He asked you to make me food?” you counter, confusion laced in your tone. Killer just nods and walks back out onto the deck, and you turn back to the plate of food as you grab for the fork next to it and take a bite. You finish the food embarrassingly fast, your confusion still gnawing at your mind as you wash the dishes and head toward Kidd’s workshop.
As you reach for the handle of the door it swings open, Kidd’s wrist held in the air as he sits on his workbench, eyeing you from across the room with a smirk on his face.
“Good morning, grumpy,” he croons as you enter the room, flicking his wrist again to shut the door behind you. You stick your tongue out at him and cross the room, eyeing him wearily as you inspect him and the room around him.
“You’re chipper,” you muse, his arm reaching out to pull you into his lap as he nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering it a few with light kisses before pulling away and looking at you.
“Did you eat?” he questions, his finger tracing gentle circles in your back as you nod. He gives you an approving hum before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, and your brows must have still been furrowed from the surprise at his pleasant mood because he lets out a laugh as his eyes meet yours again.
“Just because you were pissy yesterday doesn’t mean I have to be,” he says teasingly, reaching around to grab the thick belt that lay on the workbench behind him. “I made you something that might help with that, though.”
Your brow remains furrowed as you stare at the contraption in his hands, raising your arms as he leans you back so he can wrap it around your waist. He fastens it and adjusts it so it's sitting across the very bottom of your abdomen, the protrusions pressing into your skin as he tightens the band. Then with a press of a button, the protrusions begin to rotate, massaging the skin under them gently as the band begins to heat up, and you let out a satisfied hum at the relieving feeling it begins to offer.
“How does that feel?” he says softly, eyes softening as he sees the relief washing over your features.
“So nice,” you purr, and he smiles triumphantly as he tightens his arm back around your waist. Your heart swells at the way he gazes back at you, that familiar glint in his amber orbs peaking out at you as your smile widens.
“I know sometimes your back hurts too, so you can wear it the other way and it will massage your back too. The temperature is adjustable,” he murmurs, taking your hand and placing it over the buttons on the sides to show you how to operate it.
“Thank you, Kidd,” you croon, pulling his goggles off his head and running your fingers through his tousled hair. “It was very sweet of you to think of me, ya big softy.”
He chuckles as he nuzzles his face back into your neck, holding you tightly as your fingers continue to play with his hair.
“I’m always thinking of you, angel.”
heeeey! 100 followers! nice! it was hard to choose just one prompt - so maybe i could request two in one? some fluff for kidd with prompt 6 and 8 ❤️ thanks and congrats again on your milestone!🎀
Hai anon!! thank you for your submission :3 this one took me a bit to find inspo for, but it's finally done! I hope you enjoy <3
Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - “You give the best hugs.” & “Wait, we have a few more minutes.”
- STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞
CW: FLUFF; pregnancy - pregnant!reader, reader and kidd are parents, mentions of feeling baby move/kick, one almost suggestive comment from kidd but nothing nsfw, i just know this man would be the most doting husband to his pregnant wife byeeee ---word count 1.1k
You groaned as the light came pouring into your room from the doorway, tugging the blanket up over your head as you heard heavy footsteps trudge into the room. Two loud thumps echo off the walls as Kidd kicks off his boots, and the mattress sinks behind you as he crawls in and wraps an arm around your middle.
“It’s almost noon, angel,” he croons, his hand drifting over your swollen stomach, stilling as he feels movement from within. “The boys will be up soon, and Killer just finished making lunch if either of you are hungry.”
As if to offer their affirmation, the baby kicks at Kidd’s hand resting on your stomach, to which he hums in amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes, little squirt,” he chuckles, sitting up to lay a kiss on the side of your swollen belly as you stretch out on the mattress next to him. You shift your eyes over to the clock on the wall, reaching for your husband before he can remove himself from the bed fully.
“Wait,” you plead, batting your eyelashes pitifully at him as he lets you pull him back down into the bed beside you. “We have a few more minutes.”
Kidd lets out a breathy laugh as you nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing contently as he wraps you tightly in his arms and rests his chin on your head. For a few heartbeats you both lay there in silence, his breathing causing your head to rise and fall along with his chest as he holds you tightly.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy as you teeter on the verge of sleep, the sound of little footsteps snapping your attention as you lean yourself up against your elbow to gaze over Kidd’s hulking form. The footsteps draw closer as you prepare for the intrusion, but to your surprise, they continue past your door and down the hallway – their shadows under the door disappearing as quickly as they appeared.
You giggle to yourself as you settle back into Kidd’s hold, his own smirk curling on his lips as he observes you getting comfortable once more.
“So much for a ‘few more minutes’,” he teases, still wrapping an arm back around you despite his disapproving tone.
“I can’t help it,” you croon, “You give the best hugs. I’ll never get tired of laying in bed with you.”
Kidd’s sigh turns into a laugh as he contemplates your words, reaching a hand down to rub at your swollen abdomen.
“I think that’s how you ended up like this, for a third time,” he says huskily, nuzzling his face into your neck and peppering gentle kisses there. His hand makes to slide lower, but a nudge from the child in your womb has him flinching away as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Alright,” you sigh, pressing a kiss to Kidd’s temple before rolling to your opposite side and hoisting yourself into a sitting position on the end of the bed. Kidd is in front of you a breath later, arm wrapping around your waist to help you stand.
During your first pregnancy, you’d despised Kidd’s overbearingness, not appreciating the feeling of being treated as if you were incapable or fragile. But after the accident during your second pregnancy, you knew any resistance to his mother-hen behaviors was futile, and it offered you a sense of comfort you’d come to relish in.
Kidd’s hand remains at your back as you slip on your slippers, waddling over to the vanity near the washroom and slipping your robe on over your nightgown. Kidd reaches for your arm as you reach around to tie the drawstring, halting your movements as he spins you around and positions the two of you in front of the vanity mirror.
His massive hands encompass yours as they both rest on your swollen belly, Kidd’s breath tickling your neck as he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your shoulder.
“I think it’s a girl,” he murmurs, and as if to confirm his suspicions the baby presses against the wall of your womb, foot protruding into Kidd’s hand as his smile widens. “See, she says her daddys right.”
You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment before the pitter patter of little footsteps approach again, and your bedroom door swings open a moment later.
“Momma, Dadda~!”
Your two-year-old’s voice pierces through the silence of the room as your four-year-old clamors onto your bed, immediately beginning to bounce on it. Your two-year-old finally reaches you and stretches his arms up to you, whining as Kidd lifts him into the air.
“I want Momma!!”
Kidd rolls his eyes as he hands the boy over, and you press gentle kisses to his cheek while cooing softly to him before cradling him into your arms.
“Couple of momma’s boys, these lot,” Kidd groans, shaking his head playfully as he crosses his arms. He shifts his attention back over to your four-year-old still bouncing on the bed before bending back over to your belly, “Definitely need you to be a daddy’s girl, squirt.”
A crash pulls both of your attention as your four-year-old manages to knock the bedside lamp over, sending both it and him crashing to the floor.
You sigh as Kidd rushes over to check on him, and he pops up unfazed and simply asks “What’s for lunch?!”
An audible laugh leaves your mouth as you start moving towards the door.
“Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t think the world could handle a fourth Eustass Kidd running around,” you tease, letting your two-year-old slide out of your grasp and run after his brother down the hall.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?!”
You smirk as Kidd whips his head around to glare at you, his brows furrowed as you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist.
“Just that I am perfectly content only having three raging redheads to run around after,” you croon, leaning up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He grunts in response, his scowl shifting to a smile as the two of you saunter down the hall toward the kitchen, the sound of your two boys pestering Killer about what he made for lunch echoing down the halls.
