Captive [Eustass Kid x Reader]

Night 22 [bonus]

Mini bonus because inspiration hit. Welcome to the new followers and thank you to the ones who stuck with me for a while now. <3

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That night, the air was fresh and salty, and the crew decided to have dinner on the deck.

Around your second bite, though, your head felt too heavy, like your eyelids, and you literally wobbled till you fell against Kid's muscular arm.

You barely heard the pirates around bursting in laughter.

After the crazy day in town, Kid had you in his cabin and then, when you insisted in washing up the lipstick smears that marked your bodies before joining the crew for dinner, he just took you again under the shower. Not to mention the night before you didn't have much sleep either.

So now your eyes were basically closing on their own, and your mind refused to stay awake.

«Captain, I think you broke our little sniper girl!» Booka laughed.

Kid glanced down at you, mouth full of meat.

«What is it, the pirate life is too much for you, marine?» someone else mocked.

You clumsily show them your middle finger, almost out of somnambulism, and they just laughed more.

«Maybe you should go to bed, [Y/n].» Killer observed.

«Yes mom.» you mumbled, eyes closed.

Kid snickered as Killer sighed.

«Fine. Sleep on the deck, then.»

Dreams had almost dragged you into sleep when a pair of hands suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from Kid's warmth. The second after, a cascade of icy water was poured on you, making you jolt on your seat, a shockwave running through your body.

You stumbled on the bench and tumbled on the wooden floor.

A new chorus of coarse laughter enveloped you.

«How did you like it, girl?»

Your now wide-open eyes flicked on the two culprits, who sneaked behind you, the empty bucket still in their hands.

You were trembling lightly, goosebumps forming on your wet skin, mind frozen.

«I'm. Gonna. KILL YOU, BASTARDS!»

You jumped on your feet and snatched a knife from the table, before dashing to the chase of the two pirates, who fled around the deck.

The rest of the crew began to cheer, half rooting for you, half for the men.

«Well, she looks... comfortable.» Killer commented.

«She sure doesn't rely on the boss for protection.» Heat added.

Kid shrugged, continuing to eat while following the scene with amused eyes.

The dinner outside quickly turned in a night of booze.

That little prank had at least the effect of washing a little sleep off, but you were still too tired to live up to your usual alcoholic tolerance.

Also, some men switched the bottles, so you ended up with "the good one" without knowing.

Still, nobody expected you to hold up pretty decently anyway.

The group that tricked you (Booka was obviously the mind behind it) didn't know if they were disappointed or amazed by that resistance to the booze.