One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

103. The teasing game (Killer x Female!Reader) ❗️

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by Une_crevette
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Calm
✏︎Mature
✏︎Teaser
✏︎Flirty
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⚠️Warning⚠️
⋆ A little hot 🔥⋆
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The bar reeked of salt and sweat, the air heavy with the scent of spilled rum and the sharp tang of the sea. It wasn't unusual for pirates to converge on places like this—neutral ground in the heart of chaos—but tonight, the tension was palpable. Two crews from the Worst Generation had crossed paths, and everyone in the room could feel the weight of it.

Your crew lounged at one end of the room, their presence radiating a quiet confidence. Across the space, the Kid Pirates were no less imposing, their captain's fiery hair a beacon even in the dim light. The clash wasn't inevitable—at least, not yet—but the unspoken challenge lingered in the air like a storm on the horizon. Your reputation and Kid's were enough to keep the rest of the bar on edge, the patrons eyeing the two groups with a mix of curiosity and dread.

Even so, you weren't here for trouble. Not yet.

From your place at the bar, you sipped your drink slowly, the fan resting lazily in your hand a clear indicator of how at ease you were. The delicate, painted design of the fan hid the blades concealed within, but no one watching you would mistake it for anything other than a weapon.

Riven, your second-in-command, stood nearby, her muscular frame casting a protective shadow over your more elegant silhouette. Where you exuded poise and composure, Riven was the embodiment of unshakable strength, a striking contrast that often amused you. Her sharp gaze scanned the room, ever watchful, while her grip hovered near the hilt of her sword.

"(Y/N)," she muttered, her voice low enough for only you to hear. "We should leave. This lot doesn't look like they're in the mood for conversation."

You smiled, a faint curve of your lips that was more amusement than reassurance. "Relax, Riven. You worry too much."

Her scowl deepened, but she said nothing.

Across the room, Killer stood near the edge of his crew, his broad frame impossible to miss even amidst the chaos. Though his mask concealed his expression, you could feel his gaze on you—heavy, deliberate, unyielding. The teasing games between you and him had become a sort of unspoken tradition, each encounter pulling you a little closer to something undefined but electric.

The silence between your crews stretched, and you could feel Riven's unease growing. She stepped closer, her tone sharp. "(Y/n), we should—"

You waved your fan in front of her face, silencing her with the faintest breeze from its painted edge. "Darling, must you be so tense?" you said, your voice light and affectionate.

Riven huffed, her jaw tightening, but her gaze softened just enough for you to know she wasn't truly angry. "You're impossible," she muttered, stepping back slightly but keeping close enough to intervene if needed.

Your smirk widened as you set your drink down and stood. "Now, now, trust me, Riven. I'm just going to talk."

Her sharp inhale told you she didn't believe you, but she didn't stop you.

With measured steps, you crossed the room toward Killer, your fan tapping lightly against your palm. His posture was casual, arms crossed over his chest, but the tension radiating off him was anything but. You stopped just a breath away, tilting your head to meet the shadowy slits of his mask.