Captive [Eustass Kid x Reader]

Day 16

«'morning.» you yawned, pushing the door of the galley open.

The top ranks of the crew, captain included, were sat around the wooden table, having breakfast.

«Ya know what?» the Mohican said, spitting pieces of bread around «The other men don't dare to enter before we're finished. You should show some grade of concern, around us.»

You groggily dragged a stool to a free place beside him.

«Watch me.» you mumbled before jumping on it.

Kid let out an amused laugh, while Wire huffed.

«Difficult, difficult woman.»

It was the first time you actually got up early enough to have breakfast with them, or you weren't scared about it.

You grabbed what seemed a clean cup and poured some black coffee inside, bringing it on your lips.

You spat it out immediately after, coughing.

«What the hell is this thing?!»

Heat blinked at you.

«Coffee.»

«I made it.» Wire quietly said.

«With what, poison?»

You jumped down the stool.

«Where's the powder?»

Killer pointed at a bag beside the sink and you smelled it.

It was not the best quality, but you could work with that.

«Are you planning to kill us all, girl?» the Mohican grunted.

«Maybe.» you retorted, improvising a moka pot with some kitchen tools.

While working, you felt amber eyes following your movements.

Once done, you poured the dark liquid in different cups. The smell was something else already.

You placed the first one in front of Kid, proceeding then with the rest of the pirates.

«How considerate of you.» Killer taunted, pulling out a straw.

«Holy shit!» the Mohican exclaimed after the first sip.

Heat tilted his head at Wire.

«Let's say [Y/n] is in charge of the coffee from now on.»

Wire rolled his eyes.

«That's impressive, considering that you looked totally oblivious in the kitchen yesterday.» Killer added.

You glared at him.

«Marines have cooks, you know?»

«Then how come you can make coffee?» Kid asked.

You hesitated, eyes dropping on your cup.

«My... former boss used to sleep a lot. I learnt to give him coffee to keep him awake when I needed.»

The pirates observed you in silence.

You never spoke about your marine life before.

«You're an officer, aren't you?» Killer asked.

You rolled the cup between your fingers.

It couldn't hurt to give them some minor information, right?

«A commander.» you nodded «But I hardly command anyone. They gave me the rank just so I could act on my own, because "I'm terrible in following orders"» you mimicked the question marks.