Thief of Princes (Kid Blink x Reader)

eleven

𝔗𝔥𝔢 next morning you woke to find a brand-new dress draped over the chair in your room. Slightly creeped out that somebody had come in without you even realizing, you got out of bed and smoothed the covers, crossing to the new dress with quick, sure steps, the wood of the ship cool under your bare feet. The dress was lighter than the previous one was, and more simple in design-- a day dress, not a dinner dress-- a purple color, and still one that looked good on you. And, again, it had pockets. 

You dressed quickly, spotting a note and picking it up to read. Apparently, Mak had delivered the dress, and apparently, Davey was extremely popular among the girls on the ship, and apparently, she wanted to know if you'd like to place a bet on who, where, and when one of them would elicit a reaction from him other than polite disinterest, and apparently, you didn't have to do anything with the captain until dinner, and apparently, everyone on the ship wanted to know exactly what had gone down between the two of you, and apparently, Crutchy was making flapjacks for breakfast, and apparently, they were very good and you should come have some, and apparently, the note was getting too long and she hoped you'd be at breakfast. 

You pocketed the note with a soft laugh. Glancing in the mirror you decided your hair was fine enough as-was and tried the door to your room. Finding it unlocked, you slipped out. Nobody was in the passageway, and you didn't see a soul as you made your way to the galley. 

Crutchy was there, and greeted you with an exuberant smile. "Y/N! Good morning! I was just about ta bring these in." He flipped a final pancake onto a plate, picking it up and thumping towards the swinging door at the back of the kitchen. 

"Do you want me to get that for you?" You asked, slightly concerned as the plate started to tip from the use of his one hand. 

"If you don't mind." He grinned a little wider, passing it off to you and pushing the door open. Any hope you'd had of slipping in quietly and seating yourself next to David was gone when Crutchy announced, "Presenting: Seconds of Pancakes, da best in da woild! Oh, yeah, and Princess Y/N." 

Whispers flew around the dining hall as heads whipped around to see you. Oh gosh, it was a floating high school. None of the faces you saw looked nearly old enough to be sailing a ship, not without the experience of many more older deck hands available. But none you saw.

You handed the plate off to Crutchy quickly, spying David sitting along a table at the back and hurrying over to him, avoiding looking at anybody else as you squeezed yourself on the narrow wooden bench next to him. 

"Oh, I'm glad to see you." You muttered, letting yourself relax slightly as you traced your eyes over David, making sure he was still fine. 

"Well that's a nice change of pace, Princess. I can't say I'm disappointed to see you either, though." A smooth voice drawled from your right, and your blood froze. 

"I wasn't talking to you." You snapped, darting your eyes over to the smug pirate captain who happened to be seated at the end of the table nearest you, kitty corner to your own seat. 

David stiffened slightly beside you, and you could already tell he was thinking about the consequences of you making Blind Diamond mad.

But you had a hunch. Whenever he looked amused, or smirked, or showed much of any emotion besides that indifferent 'court mask', it had been when you'd been acting... outside of your etiquette lessons, to put it politely. So you were going to test that hunch, test how much he really did like your sass. 

You knew it was a fine line you were walking, but you couldn't help yourself. It was more enjoyable than not provoking him, and your gut told you you were right anyway. 

"Oh, that is a shame. And here I thought we were getting along." His grin was on his face now. Evidence you were right?

"I wasn't aware pirates had such a wonderful imagination. Maybe you should be a children's book writer, instead." 

"That's Mush, in his down time. His girl Sunny illustrates, too." He corrects, grin widening. You had to be right. "Their books fetch a pretty price in the wealthier areas... still nothing compared to what we make here though." 

"Oh, of course not. Which must be a relief, as I'm sure with your background you're not accustomed to scraping by on a mere pirate's earnings." It was a shot in the dark, going off of your guess he had noble parents. 

But apparently luck was in your favor this morning, as the momentary flicker in his expression told you you'd struck gold. "You're sure?" He asked, his tone dropping to a lower registry, his head tilting slightly to the side. "Just how sure, Princess? How much do you k- do you think you know?" 

"I..." You faltered, unsure what the best response would be. 

He spoke again, before you could figure it out. "I see. Don't go messing with things you don't know." He said softly, standing up then and starting for the door. All food and chatter stopped, half of the crew watching their captain and the other half watching you. 

"Oh, and Y/N..." He said, pausing and turning to you with one hand on the door frame. "Rydych chi'n edrych yn syfrdanol yn fy lliwia, Dywyseoges." 

He'd obviously used a different language for the last sentence, but you had no clue as to what it was, or what it said. Cursing your lack of schooling in such areas, you turned back to David. 

"I think our plan is going quite well, don't you?" You said brightly, deciding to try the pancakes. 

They really were quite good.