Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: HI HELLO, I'm still alive! Sorry I've been gone for a bit, I am still ill, but the room did stop spinning so I figured let's do some writing!! Yay!
I always feel like I never get Killer right, so this unfortunately is the best I can do;-;
Stay until the end (or scroll if you're impatient) for a surprise (ish)!!
You kept your head down, focusing intently on the delicate gear mechanism in your hands. It was easier that way, especially amidst the rowdy chaos of Kid's crew.
Noise and bravado filled every corner of the ship, but you carved out your quiet spot in the corner, hands perpetually streaked with grease, your face partially hidden behind strands of hair.
You liked being invisible. Well, maybe not exactly liked, but it felt safe. It kept unwanted attention away and allowed you to focus entirely on your work.
Your heart always fluttered nervously whenever someone approached, particularly someone intimidating, which, on this ship, was practically everyone.
You methodically sorted through tools, each precise movement efficient and thoughtful. You had a quiet productivity, you anticipated problems before they arose, always prepared with the correct tool or replacement part, and that's the only reason you fit in here.
"Oi!" Kid's voice boomed suddenly across the deck, startling you into nearly dropping a wrench. You clutched it tightly, eyes wide as you glanced up. "You're gonna need to head into town. We need supplies".
You hesitated, feeling everyone's eyes momentarily turn your way. You shrank a bit, nodding quickly. "Yes, Boss" you murmured softly.
"Killer" Kid continued, jerking a thumb toward his first mate. "You go too. Someone's gotta haul everything back".
Killer nodded quietly, pushing away from the railing and approaching you with smooth, calm steps. You felt your pulse spike, anxiety fluttering in your chest. Killer was imposing, tall, and strong, the sort of person who naturally commanded respect, yet you knew almost nothing about him aside from his fierce reputation.
As you headed into town together, your nervousness grew. You kept your eyes firmly downcast on your shopping list, speaking only to point out necessary items from the merchant stalls, your voice barely audible. Killer followed silently, carrying the heavier items without complaint.
Eventually, after several stalls, Killer broke the quiet. His voice was softer than you'd expected, gentle and patient. "You're efficient".
Surprised, you glanced up quickly, then shyly turned away. Heat rose to your cheeks. "Oh... uh.. thank you" you replied softly, your fingers fidgeting nervously. "It's routine when you...do it enough, I guess".
He hummed in agreement, his presence oddly reassuring. He didn't push you to speak more, didn't overwhelm you with small talk. Instead, he simply accompanied you quietly, giving you space yet somehow making the crowded, bustling streets feel safer.
