Eustass Kid x Reader Born to run AU

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You woke up to a hand shaking your shoulder, the warmth you were engulfed in before, completely gone. With a deep sigh, you let your mind recreate the scenes of the day before, as you held your eyes closed for the one waking you. The shaking was forcing you to wake quicker though. "Not again Kid. I'm not in the mood." You grumbled, thinking it was your captain who wanted you to talk to him.

"I didn't know you were sleeping with him next to you that many times. You're wounding me." You heard the mock-hurt in the voice near your ear and slowly, but surely were your eyes opening, seeing the mop of blond hear falling around Killer's face as he leaned over you, his upper body still naked. Without meaning to, you scoffed at him and turned around as far as you could in your position.

"... off." Your voice was muffled in the pillow you were using. It smelled like the blond. 'How oddly comforting.' You thought, inhaling the scent some more. The weight on your body made you aware that the same man was still there, now almost resting upon you. "You're heavy."

"You're strong enough to hold me. Stop your whining." You heard him whisper in your ear, his breath making you shiver. Strong thighs were placed on either side of your hips, the weight leaving your upper body. His long fingers started to stroke your sides, his lips caressing the exposed skin of your shoulder. "(y/n)." He breathed slowly as you started to wiggle for an escape. A forced groan coming from his slightly parted lips made you stop your failing attempt.

"Killer, get off." You spoke urgingly as you felt something grow against your back. "And get dressed already." The male growled in your ear in response, but left your laying form alone anyway, the stumbling around indicating that he was indeed getting dressed. The door slammed close as his presence left you in a whole. The breath you were holding finally flew passed your lips as your brows furrowed. Disgust started to fill into the pit of your stomach. Not towards the male you had just denied, but towards yourself. This agreement was starting to hurt you and the male more and more as time was progressing. With a low grumble, you got on all fours and started to crawl out of bed. Killers' soft and comfy bed..

'I really want to sleep on this longer. Killer should just switch rooms with me.' With that thought in mind and one eye still on the bed, looking at it longingly, you got dressed yourself and walked out of the room quietly, having looked right and left for a save exit. Quietly, you made your way through the maze of corridors, ignoring the snoring of the many crewmates who were living on the same ship as you. Rounding the corner, a body slammed into your unexpecting form and you hit the ground with a loud thud. "Ouch..." The both of you said simultaneously as you rubbed the back of your head gently, hoping to ease the pain a bit. As you looked at the culprit, you saw John already getting on his feet and holding his hand towards you. His eyes were blood-shot and his nails long. As the young male noticed you watching his hands and his clothes after, he pulled his stretched hand to his chest, cradling it. "John.." You started carefully, moving slowly as to not startle the boy. "Could you come with me for a bit?" Your voice wavered at the end, the question coming forth unsure, as you pushed yourself from the wooden floor.

John moved to take some steps back. "I didn't mean to." He murmered. Step. "I really didn't." Another step. John turned around and dashed away from you.

"Shit." You breathed, and ran after him, tackling him to the ground with a loud thud and 'Oof' from the both of you. Up ahead, a door creaked open and a shadowed figure appeared in the corridor, walking away from your position. "Who did you kill, John?" You whispered softly, holding him still under your form. He sobbed loudly, unable to produce a sentence, only some lone words, while trying to wiggle away from your grasp. "Say. It." You all but hissed in his ear. With a smooth movement, John had turned around, his nails like claws raised and almost ripping the skin of your cheek. With animalistic speed and the precision of an experienced predator on the hunt, you caught his wrist in a reflex, a deep growl coming from the depths of your hidden being. "TELL ME!" John's face contorted to one of shock, his face turning white as he realized what he had almost done. His lips moved, a soft word spoken as soft as a ghost wandering about.