Silent [[ Killer X Reader ]]

Winter Island

The ship arrived at the winter island a few days after the storm. You'd be docked for three days while the log pose set. Everyone was given an allowance and set off to explore the nearby town. Except for you. It was too cold.

The island you were from didn't ever see snow; the winters were so mild you almost never needed a jacket. Having no winter clothes you huddled under all of your blankets with a small pile of books.

There were two quick knocks a pause and a third tap on your door. You mimicked the knock knowing it was Killer.

"Aren't you going into town?" He asked pushing the door open slowly.

You sat up shaking your head.

"Too cold?" He guessed.

You sighed and pouted. It isn't that you didn't want to go buy things for yourself; you just didn't have the proper attire to do so.

"C'mon. We'll go straight to a shop that has coats." He tugged you off the bed, "I heard this place has a big book store and thought you'd like to check it out."

He offered an amused hum as your face lit up.

"You're so easy to please." He chuckled handing you the thin cotton hoodie that hung by the door.

You laced your boots and slung your bag across your chest before you both set out into the frigid air. Fog puffed in front of your face and disappeared startling you.

"It's because your breath is warmer than the air." He whirled his index finger with a smile in his voice.

Puffing intentionally now you nodded at the new information.

"Here, your cheeks are already all red." Killer tugged your hood over your head, removed his black knit scarf and wound it around your neck, "I'll get a new one."

You burrowed into his residual warmth and continued toward the docks.

"Oi, Killer!" You both turned toward your captain's voice as he lumbered toward you.

This was the first time you'd actually seen him with a shirt on though the left sleeve was hastily torn off so his mechanical arm could fit through. His fur coat as usual rested lazily on his enormous shoulders.

"I can't leave while the shipwright is here. Pick up this stuff up for me." He handed Killer some more money and a short shopping list.

Kid's eyes roamed over your form briefly making Killer turn to you as well.

"Make sure to get her some proper clothes and shoes. The weather in the new world changes too frequently. We can't have her shivering to death if we need her to fight."

Why is he so obsessed with me getting in the way?

Killer nodded, "That was already on our agenda. The crew wants to meet up at a pub on the edge of town this evening. Make sure you come or they'll all be upset I'm sure."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Get going before she freezes." He waved you off and turned back toward his cabin.

After getting an appropriate coat, some thermals, clothes and a new pair of boots you headed for the bookstore. Killer let you roam by yourself while he searched for a manual Kid had been looking for since they crossed the grand line. You found a large book of short stories. The old embossed leather cover alone made you want to buy it. You made your purchase and met Killer in the front of the shop.

"Just a few more stops and we can take all of this back to the ship." He murmured.

You were exhausted. Never in your life had you been to that many stores in one day. Killer mentioned wanting to get it done today because he had work to do tomorrow along with a training session for you.

The crew took up the majority of the small pub drinking and singing loudly. You were sat between the captain and first mate enjoying a warm coffee not being much for alcoholic beverages. Content to watch your mates enjoy themselves and tease each other. You also couldn't shake the slight unease that tugged at your gut occasionally catching the glare of the greasy faced deckhand. His messy orange hair shadowed his face but you could feel his gaze, until your captain leaned over blocking his view to ask you questions about your devil fruit.

You scribbled your responses onto your notepad chuckling to yourself as he drunkenly tried to read them. Drunk Kid seemed much nicer than sober Kid.

"So not even a whisper huh?" He puffed.

"I've tried." Killer interjected.

Kid tilted his head as if he were asking for confirmation to which you nodded and jotted, "Every day."

A strange sincere grin grew upon your captain's painted lips.

"I get why you two get along." He started, "The woman who can't voice anything and the man who can't show it."

Killer turned completely facing Kid.

"You've officially had too much." You could hear the deadpan in his voice.

The redhead merely finished off his whiskey and called for another round.

"I think I'll head back." You slid your notepad to Killer to glance over as you stood.

"I'll walk you." He closed the book and handed it to you.

"Don't stay up too late you've got training tomorrow ~" Kid slurred wiggling his nonexistent brows laughing at your incredulous glare.

You shivered stepping out into the cold night air as heavy snow flakes melted against your cheeks and rested in your lashes. Killer hummed staggering a bit through the small snow drifts that had formed in the hours you'd been indoors. You slipped under his left arm in an attempt to steady him knowing if he went down surely you'd be going with him. He didn't speak just continued to hum a tune you didn't recognize. Perhaps he was just making it up.

"Still cold?" He murmured stalking up the ramp to the ship.

You nodded, though you were kind of enjoying it now that you had a thick enough jacket and a nice warm scarf.

"Well sleep tight F/N." He slouched turning from your door, "I'll come get you tomorrow after lunch."

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Two quick knocks, a pause and a third knock.

They were a bit early and heavier than usual, you assumed because he was hung over. You mimicked the knock to allow entry.

"Hullo." An unfamiliar voice bounced off the walls.

You shot up from your desk reaching for your dagger as grease face slithered into your room.

"How are you today?" His raspy voice sent a gross shiver down your spine.

He pouted when you just blinked at him.

"So you really are mute." He confirmed.

You smiled halfheartedly glancing at the door over his shoulder. Perhaps he was just here to speak with you; however that wasn't what your gut was telling you. He advanced quickly only stopping maybe a foot in front of you.

"You know I've been trying to figure out why you joined this crew. Women don't join this crew." He smirked taking a small step forward, "I've been watching and I think I know. I've seen you come out of the first mate's cabin at all hours and captain seems to be fond of you as well. They shouldn't really mind sharing right? It's not like you'll say anything." He moved forward again.

Is he insane?

You pinched the tip of the dagger between your thumb and index finger before releasing it aiming for his shoulder. Jaw slaking as the blade sank into him followed by the handle but not drawing blood or exiting his body.

"That won't work on me ~" He purred.

Another devil fruit user?