#heat op

[eustassslut]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eustass Kid doesn't do love. He does one night stands, hookups and lust. He simply just does not do love, it isn't a word in his vocabulary. Sure he sings about it frequently but those aren't songs Kid has written himself; those are Heat's songs dedicated to whoever he's in love with that week.

Love is real, he knows that. He's seen it with his parents, Heat with his many lovers and felt it in its platonic form for his fellow band members. But love just isn't for him. He has no need for it in his life. He's always seen love as a distraction; something that seeps into your life, overtaking it and soiling your motivation like a bad addiction as it conquers you. Kid can't afford distractions in his career when he's worked so damn hard to reach the halls of fame. "Love will always be a fucking waste of my time and energy," he reminds Heat every time the bluenette tries to encourage him to trial the dating pool, "Why would I pursue some relationship with some pathetic loser and force myself to fall in love with someone when hookups exist?"

Kid knows his outlook on relationships and love is unusual, practically unheard of when taking his family (a bunch of gross sappy goth and punk couples) into consideration. Eustass Kid technically has all of the makings to be a true romantic but, unlike his sworn brother Killer, he just can't stand any of that shit.

At least that's what he thought, until he meets you.

Kid has know about you since he was young, fresh into his career and full of dreams to become a star. It's incredibly hard not to know who you are considering how long you've been supporting them. You're loyal, he'll give you that, a proud fan since they were a small cover band filming in Wire's garage with dreams for the stage. He has no idea what could possibly possess someone to have such blind faith in the weird metal band with wacky hairstyles and horrible videography. I mean, Wire's head was cut out frame for most of their covers and Kid was rocking an attempt at a emo haircut. Why had you stuck around so long to watch them grow into their careers? Why were you still so dedicated to giving them all your money? And why did he find himself caring so fucking much about what you wanted?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Happy belated fictober! There's been a lot of Kid Pirates as a rock band art lately so I have been very inspired to create a fic series based around them as a famous band, here is a sneak peak of Eustass Kid's fic.

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Kid Pirates With A Sick!Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.3k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Hurt/Comfort

Kid has a hard time showing that he cares because a part of him really doesn't. It's not like you need an amputation or anything, you're just bedridden and slightly warmer the normal. A part of him does feel guilty, though, he doesn't mean to come off as unconcerned about your health, he's just unsure how he's supposed to display it. You'll occasionally see him stopping by your room (stopping at the doorway, ain't no way he's getting himself sick too), only for him to ask the dumbest questions. He'll come around, watch you go into a coughing fit, then call out something like, "Are you still sick???" He's not helpful AT ALL, but at least he visits.

Killer is the one who'll take on the responsibility for the majority of your needs. He'll be the one to go and make you soup and keep your hair out of your face while you vomit. He comes around the most often to take your temperature and whatnot, always making sure to disinfect as much of your room as he can manage. Lucky for you, he has tons of masks that he'll make you wear if you ever want to stretch your legs for a moment. He's not a professional and doesn't entirely know what he's doing, but he does more than anyone else will.

Heat is usually there with Killer helping him carry things into your room like blankets and stuff. If you don't get better quick, he might go ask Law, but that's the most he'll do for you.

Wire is another who just sorta shrugs his shoulders to the sounds of you dying next door. You'll get better, and he's not too worried about it. In fact, he might even start shouting at you from across the ship if you become to loud for his liking.

[glooumnastas]

[wonderlandoffanfics]

Emotions suck, let’s drink instead

CW: alcohol and drug use (THC), Kid and reader suck at feels, Killer being the bestest (trying these characters for the first time!), mentions of not feeling comfortable as self or with own biological gender (fem) - kinda hints at being non-binary but no pronouns used at all.

WC: 5415

Nearly ten drinks in; it’s been a handful of hours at the bar and no one wants to go back yet. You are celebrating your first year with the crew and Heat insisted that you all go out to party since you docked yesterday to reset the log pose. Well, most everyone except Kid and Killer were there. You weren’t sure of their exact reasons but they said they were going to meet up with everyone later and just haven’t showed up yet. Probably enjoying the peace on the ship so Killer can organize the kitchen or sharpen his blades and Kid can work on his newest project in his workroom. You know there are times that they prefer to be alone and they most likely took advantage of the crew being gone.

Though, Kid has been acting weird lately, for at least a few months now. You asked Heat about it but he just shrugged and said he hadn’t noticed much of anything. Maybe you were just reading into things but it seemed like he was avoiding you most days. Unless you went into towns, visiting brothels with the guys and drinking too much, then when you got back in his gaze you would feel like he was burning holes through you. Still, he never said anything to you, just stared with his alluring albeit piercing eyes.

When you first joined the crew he seemed to treat you like everyone else, like one of the guys, which is how you liked it. You’ve never really felt like much of a stereotypical woman, regardless of what you had under your clothes. Being with the men just felt right, and being with women outside of physical relations just got difficult, as if you weren’t speaking the same language more than half the time, it made you recognize you hate being one of them. You felt mentally alien with your own gender. It hurt to spend more than a few hours with anyone not on the crew any more, since they all seemed to understand this about you and treat you the way you appreciated being treated.

You thought you had gotten closer to everyone, including the Captain and first mate, but clearly they didn’t care as much as you wanted them to. They should be here too, you wanted them here. It’s hard to not want to be around them, but especially when you feel the most like yourself. However, drink after drink you started feeling more like you shouldn’t be celebrating. You laughed with the crew but felt hollow inside. You shouldn’t desire the validation of those two this much but something was clawing at you on the inside of your skull, driving you to wish for their presence every moment that passed.

Hitting the 15th drink and barely being able to stand (seeing as you mixed hard liquor and beer all night) Heat sidles next to you at the bar and quietly asks if you’d like to go back and go to bed. You nod and he helps you stand, trying to appear as stable as possible while saying goodnight to everyone left over. Some decided to go back to the brothels about town since you were departing, and others went to stay at inns after the bar closed.

Walking back with Heat got you slurring your words about Kid to him, but he’s used to this from you. You had a tendency to focus on the captain, and ask Heat if he had any new info about what was going on. He always shrugs it off, no news to tell, but states you should just talk to him and ask yourself. Like you’d be able to do that after he makes you feel like you’re made of glass and he can see everything inside you and beyond. Even this intoxicated you wonder if you’d just make a complete ass of yourself trying to talk to him, though it would make it easier, you’d prefer to just slur your words at him and hope he doesn’t understand. At least you would get it out of your system and say you tried.

By the time you reach the Victoria Punk you feel a bit better on your own two feet. You thank Heat as he walks you up the gang plank but urge him to go enjoy the rest of the night; he does, after triple checking with you, leaving you to the cool night air on deck.

The stars are shining, no moon to speak of, and it’s cloudless with the slightest of breezes coming off the sea. You can taste the salt in the air; it’s quiet and tranquil, only insects and waves to be heard as the noises of the town are far from the docks. Before you realize it, you’re lying on your back, staring up at the night sky, just breathing in the harmonious evening.

Now that you’re home, and just slightly more sober than you were a bit ago, you pull a flask from your pocket and drink more. Time to encourage sleep to come; you’re certain no one will be back tonight anyway, so sleeping outside on the deck shouldn’t be a problem. Plus without the booze, your mind would just continue to race about everything and nothing. It never shuts off without help, it’s been like this since you can remember and thank the gods for drugs and booze because without them, you may not sleep until your body forces it.

With your eyes closed you take another swig of liquor from the flask and sigh.

“Hey.” Startled, you tilt your head up against the wood of the deck to see Killer standing near you, mask turned towards the rolling waves over the rails. You can only hum in response now, a bit too drunk for proper words. “Need help getting to your cabin?” You close your eyes and tried to speak, “ ‘mmkay ‘ere fo mow” Killer sighs, “clearly.”

“wewerer y’two?” you hiccup to him, “miss’dcha” He sits next to you, “Sorry.” You hum again and go back to listening to the nature around you. Without warning you feel your head being lifted up and gently put back down on something firm but soft. Looking up, you see Killer much closer now, torso right next to your face, “drink this, please.” He holds water in front of you, now lying against his lap, giving you better angle to drink from. You do as he says then lean back on him, cuddling up to his warmth instinctively after chugging a good portion of water from the canister.

“You should really go to bed, sleeping out here will get you sick in this state. Kid would be upset…” You jump in your skin when you hear Kid’s name and stare at Killer, stopping him mid-sentence with your reaction. “Regardless, we can’t have you getting ill from your own celebration.” He finishes.

“He rare’y s’eaks ta me…” you mutter and look away, towards Killer’s feet and across the deck. You lift your flask to take another shot but Killer stops you, “He will. In the meantime, let’s give up the flask and get you to bed, okay?” you just nod and attempt to sit up a bit, arms bent under you only able to lift you slightly from Killer until the deck is spinning, you close your eyes again and breathe deep. Killer picks you up and rubs your back as you curl comfortably into his chest, holding tight around his neck for stability; he walks you slowly to your cabin, leaving a bucket near your bed just in case you need it. Making sure you are on your side and comfortable, he tucks the blanket around you and pats your head gently. You fall fast asleep.

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Forever the insomniac, you wake a few hours later, still kind of drunk, to the sounds of birds chirping and metal clanking. The world looks blurry but you manage to get up and go to the kitchen for coffee, maybe a little hair of the dog will help your morning. You find a pot already made, and Killer working on a small pile of breakfast. Clearly not enough for the crew, you bet most are still out in town sleeping off their evening escapades.

A cup in hand, you sit at the counter and take out your flask to empty the end of its contents into the dark liquid. “Really?” you hear Killer ask. You lightly shush him and bring the mixture to your lips, breathing in the aroma of your medicine and taking a long drink. “I need this for reasons.” You finally breathe out. “Sure. Do you want any food in your stomach or just alcohol and caffeine?” you look at him and shake your head with a sour face, “food doesn’t sound like a plan right now, but thank you.”

Slamming back the rest of your drink, you stand to clean your cup and leave when Kid walks in. You can feel his eyes on you but you dare not look at him, still unsure of how to be around him, or why he’s been acting the way he has. Maybe you did something to warrant the silence. Maybe you should just go drink in the shower and hide away until the crew comes back and you can mix in with the group. You clutch your flask in one hand and begin to fast walk to the door but it’s pulled from your grasp.

“Confiscated until further notice. Go take a shower and sober up.” Your captain says sternly, the flask flying into his hand as he sits down to eat. You turn abruptly and briefly look at him with a pout you couldn’t control. He had been looking at you until your eyes met, but he quickly turned his attention to his food and slid the container into his pocket. You let out a childish huff and made your way to do as your captain said.

 You’d be lying if you didn’t think about taking your stashed bottle of rum with you into the shower. Just because he had your flask doesn’t mean he has all the liquor locked up too, but you thought better of going against his word. The last thing you want is to make him any more upset than he probably already is. Without the alcohol though, your head is throbbing with anxious energy, you can’t stop thinking of your captain and what you may have done to make him basically ignore you all these months.

The last real interaction you recall was at a brothel; you had just finished with one of the courtesans and another patron who had flirted with you earlier in the evening at a bar down the road. You and the random guy were coming down the stairs, laughing about something stupid, and your captain was in the bar area when he spotted you coming towards him. You waved at the guy as he was leaving and hopped on a seat next to Kid.

“Did he pay to watch?” he snickered while taking a chug of his glass. “Nope, but I got him to pay for her services to the group, so free three-way!” you laughed and waved the bartender down for a mug. Kid coughed like he breathed in some of his drink, “I didn’t realize you…were into guys too.” He looked down at the bar. “Oh yeah, I’m pretty fluid for whoever. So long as I like the person, I don’t care what they’re packing.” A drink was sat in front of you and you promptly began chugging it like it was water.

Kid slams the rest of his drink back and proceeds to pay for you both before walking away. “Thanks! I’ll see you back on the ship in a bit!” you shout after him and he waves behind himself as his long strides take him out the door.

Now you were thinking back on it, maybe you shouldn’t have told him about the three-way? But what was wrong with that? You knew the crew was filled with raunchy stories like that all the time, it’s not like you were the first. You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you feel the water running cold. “Fuck.” You didn’t comprehend how long you were standing there, just lost in yourself.

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By the evening the crew had come and gone again, knowing the ship was set to leave tomorrow; they had one more night in town to do whatever they wanted. Heat asked if you wanted to come to the brothel tonight and you said you would meet him there, just have to try to get your comfort flask back from the captain before you head out. He wished you a sincere good luck before catching up to Wire on the docks.

Kid had just finished delegating some instructions to a few final crew members who were tasked with watching the ship tonight when you eyed him across the deck. As they dispersed you meandered your way towards him, attempting to hide your awkwardness. You had hopes you wouldn’t even have to say anything and he would just toss it to you and let you go about your evening, but why would he make anything easy on you?

He watched as you neared him, “Need something?” he asked, patting his pocket where he had the flask. “I do…. A great need, actually, if you don’t mind.” Smiling back at him with a hand out, anticipating the ease you dreamed of. “Too damn bad for you. I’ll be joining tonight: this, and you, will remain with me.” Your mouth went agape at his words and it forced a taken-aback chuckle to emerge from your throat. “If you don’t like that, you can stay here and remain sober, with Killer.” Killer passes behind you and hears this, whispering, “Why am I being punished too?” Kid must have heard that because he flipped Killer off quickly before beginning to walk off the ship.

Clearly you wanted this to go another way and he knew that but your desire to be intoxicated was stronger than your fear of whatever has been going on with your captain lately so you tag along behind him, Killer also in tow. You both stay behind Kid as he walks toward the nearest brothel, “I told you he would say something to you.” Killer quietly says to you. “Yeah, but this was not on my list of conversation ideas…” you push out of the side of your mouth at him.

Once inside the brothel, the three of you sat at the bar, Killer on your right, and Kid on your left; sandwiched between the ones you desperately wanted around you last night. You had the bartender make you two drinks; slammed one and began lifting the other when Kid looked at you with side eye, “what you’ve never watched me at a bar before? Oh wait, I’m certain you have.” You torment as you turn on your stool to check out tonight’s line up of ladies.

Kid used his power on the metal rim of your stool to turn you back around, “If you want your flask back, at all, you’ll stay right by me tonight.” His eyes lock onto yours and you squirm in your seat.

“I’m not the only one who drinks a lot, you know, I don’t see why I’m being punished.” You frown and cross your arms in another childish display of irritation.

“I’m not punishing you for drinking, but I should for your attitude today, brat.” You both take a drink to settle the wave of tension. “I just thought we should celebrate with you tonight… since we didn’t join yesterday, and I took your flask to keep you from running off. And also so you wouldn’t drink in the shower again.”

You looked at him as he stared at his mug, “how do you know I do that sometimes?”

His face was turning pink, “I can sense the metal in the pile of clothes you take in there, it’s not like I’m watching you.”

“No, not watching, just taking notes.” You giggle then think to yourself about other things he could be using his power for. You are now very aware of your nipple piercings basically being on display under your clothes to him as your own face turns pink and you cover yourself with your left arm.

Killer nudges your right arm and just places his hands on the bar, holding his mug, indicating you should do the same; as if he could read your mind and shouldn’t make it more obvious what you were thinking.

 “Anyways!” you start, “Thanks for taking care of me last night, Killer.” He stiffens, “ I can only imagine how much worse off I would have been this morning if I had slept on deck, though those stars were sorely missed, and we could have cuddled a bit more; next time though” you wink at him and see his neck turn a bit red.

“Ah so you weren’t too drunk to remember.” He says. “And it wasn’t really cuddling.” Unsure why he was trying to clarify you lean on his shoulder for a moment, “than neither is this, I guess you’re just my shoulder to lean on.” A prompt pull from your left had you off Killer’s shoulder before you could make a cute face at him to tease him even more; however you were now leaning on the man that pulled you. Adjusting immediately back to sitting straight, you turn your attention back to your mug and chug your second drink, calling the bartender for more already.

“What, are you afraid of me or something?” Kid asks angrily, hand gripping his drink, reshaping the metal mug. Killer excuses himself quietly, brushing your shoulder with his hand; only a mild comfort seeing as your support is running away.

“No… but also… I don’t know.” You can’t look him in the eyes as you finally succumb to your fear of sharing these thoughts. “Maybe we could drink a bit more…” you trail off, proceeding with your feelings makes your mouth dry, every instinct is telling you to get belligerently intoxicated. You just want to turn everything off; your face is betraying you, grimacing at each lost syllable dying to spill from your guts.

Kid slams your flask onto the bar, finishes his drink in one gulp and gets up as well. “You come find me when you do know then; I’ll be in my workshop.” Your head drops to the bar, agony seeping from your pores. You turn your face to the door only to see his broad shoulders turning the corner and walking outside.

“I literally walked away for less than a minute, what happened?” Killer comes back and blocks your view of the empty doorway. “I just…. Can’t bring myself to talk about things, at least not unless I’m super fucked up.” You tilt your head back so your forehead is flat on the bar top, unable to look Killer in his mask right now. He pats your back, “you talk to Heat just fine, drunk and sober.” Hearing this makes you sit up right, “what did he tell you?” you glare, half looking around to see where that idiot was, as if you could see through the walls and locate his position.

“Nothing specific, but I’m also not as oblivious as you and Kid are.” Killer admits and lets out a big sigh. “If you need to drink more to get this over with, than do it; I’ll help you back to the ship.” You just stare at him for a second, taking that in. “If this is truly what we’re doing tonight, then it would be cheaper if we drank on deck… and I also know something extra that gets me to talk, but you can’t get pissy about it.” You hold your finger to his chest, praying he won’t confiscate the only other thing you hold dear. “I wasn’t the one who took your stuff to begin with.” If he ever laughed out loud now would be the moment you suspect he would.

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Back on the deck of the Victoria Punk, you had your flask full and a little metal case in hand with it. “You wanna share with the group what you have?” Killer motions to your stashed items. A smirk grows on your face as you open the case and show him a couple rows of pre-rolled joints. “Ah, of course.” As you light one up and take a couple hits, you offer to Killer and he surprisingly accepts; being able to smoke through his mask was a fun thing to see as you began your crossfade.

“So, tell me about what you’ve noticed, as a third party observer. Since you aren’t as oblivious as some of us.” You send Killer a glance and a giggle as you continue to pass the joint back and forth.

“I won’t say everything, seeing as you both need to talk about things, but since you’re also both really bad at emotions…. I’ll hint you this; eye contact and honesty would be best from both of you if you can just buck up and bear it for like 5 minutes. I see you being able to get him to crack, if you just let go first.” He passes the joint and motions for you to finish it.

“If I can actually get the words out without vomiting with them, will it be worth it? Or will I find out something I don’t want to know?” you stare into the sea, hoping for the peace you felt the night before to overtake you again.

“It’s in everyone’s best interest if you at least try.” He rubs your back again and just like last night you feel more at ease, “Just know, he doesn’t invite anyone to disturb him in his workroom, but he angrily told you that is where to find him.”

Finishing your toke, you put out the embers and hide the roach back in the case, taking a big swig of rum from your flask and shaking out your nerves you prep yourself for what may come. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. I gotta just grow a pair and get in there and… UGH. FINE! Emotions suck.”

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Standing outside the workshop door has your stomach in knots. There’s a heavy feeling in the air, consuming your movements, keeping you from knocking, barely allowing you to breathe. Killer clears his throat down the hall, watching you stiff as a board and staring at the intimidating door, the noise jostles you from your trance slightly and you sigh deeply. One last shot from your flask for courage, keeping your crossfade mildly intact.

Knock, knock, knock…. You gently rap against the wood and metal. A stern and loud “What!?” pierces your ears and you see a crack appear, allowing you to come in with a simple nudge. You knew he must have sensed you, must have known who it was the whole time you traced the details of the door with your eyes, waiting for the muscles in your body to allow you to proceed and alert him you were ready to talk.

“Hi” you exhaled out as you slipped through the door and it closed behind you, now trapped in a room with the one person who made your whole body feel like jelly. Anticipation making your heart thud in your chest. Your mind is in overdrive as you watch him turn around and stand to face you completely. How do you start this, how will it end, what of this feeling in your gut, in your chest? How long has this tightness been growing in response to his presence? 

You are much more in tune with your emotions when drunk and/or high and right now, you were feeling something that was buried deep, deep, down before. A desire for your captain; his intimidating aura, the way his muscles dance when he moves even so slightly, the smell of metal that lingers in the air around him, and the sound of his heavy steps as he makes his way towards you. Everything he did was enticing. You may have lost grip of these feelings while he had avoided you, lacking his presence like this was like being in a sensory deprivation tank, floating in silence and nothingness, or maybe they are just now surfacing because you’ve never been in his personal space like this before. This room was meant for privacy; an intimate space that you were allowed to enter for a conversation just as sacred as the walls around you. You were being rapidly pulled from the sense deprived stupor you had yourself in for months and flung into an overwhelming situation.

He was inches from you now, you crane your neck to look into his eyes, trying hard to recall that Killer made it clear to speak honestly and keep eye contact. His beautiful, fierce, and captivating eyes; how could you look away now that he has you here, in his special hideaway, far from anything else that could interfere with what may occur. As if this room was the entire world.

“What?” He repeats himself in a quieter and softer tone, speaking directly to you but still demanding you release the words so anxiously cradled in your throat. You swallow what little saliva was being created in your mouth; you go to drink from your flask again when his hand covers the top of it, holding your motion still in front of your heaving chest.

“You need the booze just to talk to me? Just spit it out dammit!” a relentless tremble came over you, Kid’s words filling you with apprehension that would either shut you down or let the flood gates open. The latter became true when his muscles twitched, almost turning away from you until you finally began to speak.

“I do. I really fucking do need the booze. For so many reasons, but honestly right now, just to get these words out without throwing up from fear, not of you, but of myself. Of the emotions I feel. Of the fear I have that you aren’t even interested in being around me anymore. It’s been months since we have had this much interaction and I don’t know what I did to encourage this…. this…. abandonment I’ve felt from you. I see you constantly but I notice you turn away like you can’t even look at me. I started doing the same because I figured you hated me for something I did or said or…” every word came rushing from you, some slurring together and sounding like they were one, combined into strung sentences of panic that you may not be able to complete the thoughts swirling in your mind, you were just hoping to sound a bit coherent and convey how you need him. You need him to be what he was, at the very least; months ago when you felt he was more than your captain, like he was a friend.

As you tried to continue your quick rant, tears threatening to fall from your grimaced face, you were stopped by a force against your body. Your captain had you wrapped in his arms, pressed against his chest, muscles tight enough around you to feel comfort and safety rather than a need to struggle free and hide. You heard his breath caught in his throat like he was going to speak, just as nervous as you were moments ago, now in a gentle but firm embrace you decide to wrap your arms around him as well, allowing the same comfort to wash over his body, feeling your reciprocation.

“I don’t hate you. I’m sorry you’ve felt abandoned. I just… well I guess we’re much alike in the way we don’t handle emotions well, or at all. I told myself if I stopped trying to get close to you that I could move past what was dwelling in me, something I haven’t felt in a long time and never knew I would be able to feel again…” He stops and you feel his head rest against yours, arms dropping from around your shoulders to your waist. His flesh hand begins to slowly stroke up and down your spine, leaving you tingling at the light touch over your shirt.

“Every time we would dock and I would see you at the brothels, having a good time drinking and…. Doing whatever else… I had this pit open inside me. It was hard to not watch you, but when you would catch me I felt a burning that caused to me turn from your gaze. I didn’t want you see what I’m sure was written all over my face.” You stood stunned in his embrace and pulled back slightly to look at him again. Eye contact; now you needed it.

“Were you… jealous? I’ve been told I was oblivious but am I really that blind?” he dropped his forehead to yours, “I was. And I’m glad that you were.” He let out, eyes just far enough that you could see the need in them; a need for you, a need that you wanted to return. 

Bringing your arms to his chest, you caress his pecs, gliding one up further to his neck pressing and inviting him to come closer as you ready yourself to give in to desire. His body responds and you sense his metal arm lower to your thighs, easing you into a hold, lifted from the ground ever so gently. A more level playing field envelopes you both as your lips finally meet.

Gentle and hesitant for only a moment, the amount of time it took for your eyes to flutter shut. A mutual hunger overtook you both as an impatient tongue pushed its way to your own, you rolled yours against his and openly accepted the unyielding invasion. The hand you had on his neck slid into his hair, grabbing and twirling your fingers in the soft red locks, tormenting a groan from deep within him. The aggressive passion kept you locked to each other until your lungs forced you to inhale. His heartbeat was running wild under your touch, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

You were pressed against the door at this point; his hand moved to cup your face after parting for air, thumb brushing your cheek while strong fingers wrapped your jaw and graced your ear with a feather light tickle. His metal arm under you is barely holding you up now that your legs are wrapped around his hips, squeezing him between your thighs.

Leaning into his hand, you release a content sigh and smile. Your breathing has calmed and you only focus on the heat being exchanged between skin and clothes, and heart beats that are louder than any storm you’ve ever heard; as if at any second the thunderous roar will lull you to a sweet dream.

Your adrenaline from the moment begins to dissipate and the crossfade creeps back in, causing you to lower your feet to the floor for more stability. “You okay?” Still resting your face in his hand, eyes closed with a grin, you bring your own hand to his and nuzzle the warmth he emanated. “The okayest I’ve been in a long time.” You feel him kiss your forehead, “Yeah? You feeling tired?” you nod in response, “I don’t wanna but I think I should go to bed soon… best to sleep when I can since it often eludes me…”

Already drifting off, you hear him hum and soon you are being lifted through the hallway, cuddled against the broad chest of your captain. You hear a door open and close before being gently placed onto a bed. Something feels off as you finally open your eyes and realize you are not in your own bedroom. Kid takes off his boots and coat before taking off yours as well, covering you up under the blankets and crawling in next to you.

You’ve never felt safer or more comfortable as you curl up against Kid in his bed. This would be the best night of sleep, and first of many to come, that you’ve ever had.

[r4inb0wc4f3]

I really like this guy

Accidentally made his hair shorter because I didn’t use a reference

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

HI VALVAL!!!! I LOVE HALLOWEEN! EVEN MORE THAN CHRISTMAS AND YOUR FLUFF EVENT IS MAKING ME EVEN MORE EXCITED!!!

Can I have a Killer (and the Kid Pirates) x fem!reader with the hauted house prompt? I feel like Kid is afraid of ghosts because he can't punch them X) Thank you very much for this event ❤

🎃🎃🎃 LOVE YOU BYE BYE 🎃🎃🎃

HAVE A GOOD SPOOKY MONTH!!!

KERO BBY!!!!! I DO TOO I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!! AHH I'M SO GLAD!!!! Of course, you can!!! I will gladly do this for you!!! Omg literally was dying writing this like I was laughing so hard! I hope you enjoy this babes!!!

TW: none

WC:613

“Ooooooo let’s go in that one!!!” You tugged at Killer’s arm pointing at the creepy looking haunted house. Before Killer could respond Kid spoke “No , nope we are not going in there.” Kid spoke demanding we not go inside there. “Kid come on, we came to this part of town because the creepy abandoned houses we could find some good stuff.” 

“Yeah stuff that can be possessed and watch us get into a shipwreck MIND YOU your captain can’t swim.” Kid’s eyes twitched.

You and Kid bickered back and forth for a few moments, Wire and Heat were just watching you both go back and forth at it. Killer let out a sigh before he spoke “Okay why don’t me and ______ go in, Kid you don’t have to come in if you are scared.” 

“I am not scared!” Kid protested, flaring his nostrils. “Just to show you I’m not scared I will show you!”  you both saw him storming into the house knocking down the front door “I AIN’T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!” “Says the person who can’t fight spirits saying they don’t fight fair…” you sighed, you heard a small chuckling coming from the Killer who had his helmet on. “Shall we go.” you asked him as he nodded, both of you held hands as you entered the creepy house. You could see the cob webs scattered everywhere , caked dust and the smell of something that died in there. You could hear the stopping coming from up the second floor that was Kid. “The more he stomps like that the more likely he will fall through the floor.” Wire sighed. 

“Can you both check on him and stare at me and _____ are going to look down here.” Killer asked Heat and Wire as they both agreed and proceeded to go up stairs. The floorboards squeaked with each step you walk into the house. Looking through the cabinets smashing some spiders and seeing some rats run past you. You kept getting an eerie feeling being inside the house like a sort of heaviness.  

You stood a bit closer to Killer “It feels off in here, can you feel it?” asking him. “Yeah I’m getting the same feeling. Just stay close just in case.” Killer was keeping his guard up while still roaming through the house. You both could old photos on the wall of what it looks like a couple that used to live in the house.  Hearing an occasional tap on the walls or knocking on the wood that was close. You both felt a cold wind pass through you both sending chills up your spine. Killer took you by the hand “Did you want to continue in here?” he asked you.

“Yeah, just for a few more minutes then we can go.” Both of you saw a door. When Killer opened the door it led towards the basements you couldn’t see as it was completely blackened. You could hear the sound of shuffling feet . Both you and Killer looked at each  before responding to one another “hell to the no.”  Whatever was down there it wasn’t something from this world you could sense. 

Killer closed the door. “We should g---.” Killer was cut off by the screaming Captain startling you. 

“I”M OUT NOPE! Something grabbed my ass!” Kid shouted he practically threw down the stairs.  Seeing Wire and Heat coming down the stairs  “We weren’t near the captain when something grabbed his ass.” Heat wanted to make that clear.

“We should be heading out anyway, something is in here and it doesn’t like us…” Killer said.

“Apparently the only thing it liked was a Kid's ass.” You spoke.

[luminescent-lumi]

It’s been a fat minute since I’ve posted

This is a super old sketch from sometime last year, but for some reason I picked this back up and finished it kinda?

[attyattlaw]

@opkillerzine is out! here's my comic spread for it

progress shots in cut as usual

[extrashortshorts]

Buggy💫....

🐀🎁...

[reejindeed]

Happy (belated) Halloween, from our crew to yours ☠️

[eustassslut]

Stage the Revolution!, a Rock Band au! Kid Pirates fic series | coming soon

Singer! Eustass Kid x Groupie! Reader (a celebrity falls in love with a fan, smut, one night stand)

Drummer! Killer x Singer! Reader (enemies to lovers, smut, hate sex, forced proximity)

Guitarist/Songwriter! Heat x Photographer! Reader (friends to lovers, one sided pinning, smut, Heat is fucking oblivious)

Bass! Wire x Non-Fan! Reader (strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, misunderstandings, eventual smut)

Keyboard/Electric Guitar! Law x CEO's Daughter! Reader (forbidden romance, smut)

[chinelacanta]

worst uncle nephew duo ever

beach au teehee

[glooumnastas]

Halloween art

[shipshinablog]

[cyberstudious]

saturday, august 26th, 2023 | 47/100 days of productivity

I passed my exam this morning! 🥳 everything went pretty smoothly, which was nice. (I did forget my water bottle at the testing center, but that's not the end of the world haha)

I now have about four weeks before I start the next course in the series! I'm going to rest for a bit, spend some time on hobbies, and maybe take a short malware analysis course that I've been eyeing 👀

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi cutie 💕👻 Can i get Trick or Treat with Kidd x F!Reader with their kids 🥺 I bet Kidd stole all the candys in the end 🤣😅

Bye bye 🎃💕

Hello Hello Magui babes! Happy Halloween! Omg, this was such a cute idea!!! I was literally laughing while writing this cute Fluff!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Tw: Kids

Kid x Fem Reader :Trick-or-Treat SFW

“Come on daddy!!! Look at all the other houses.” the little red-haired girl pointed down the street.

Both the other two children followed their sister eagerly and made their way down the street. The family of 5 was already trick or treating since the street lights turned on. Kid didn’t expect his kids to have a lot of energy. The island they stopped at was known to give large candy bars and you wanted the kids to experience trick or treating to the fullest. “How much longer do we have to stay out here?” the angry red tulip who was your husband complained. “Oh come on they don’t really get this excited about something let them enjoy it. The more energy they burn off walking the more tired they will be when they get back onto the ship.” seeing the kids going to the doors as they chanted ‘trick or treat!’ Kid looked at you, raising his brow. He began to think for a moment till a grin printed on his face. “Yeah, let's get them tired so we can pick out the candy we want to eat tonight.” Fawning of the three little ones when you snapped out of it looking over at Kid “wait what?” “Come on kids there are a lot more houses this way!” Kids shouted at his kids seeing the houses that were lit up down the. He began to walk without you. You quickly caught up to him. “Kid you are not going to eat all their candy.” You puffed your cheeks out at him. “You're right I’m not going to eat them all…. WE are going to eat them all.” the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kid!” you squint your eyes at him. “______.” he looked at you in the same tone. “You are such a smartass.” you sighed. “Rather be a smartass than a dumbass.” he countered his comment. 

House after house the kid's candy bags began to fill up. The more they got, the heavier their bags became. The kids started to become tired the heavier their bags got. Killer, Wire and Heat offered to help hold their bags so they could get onto the ship more quickly. You thought it was really nice of them to do that for the kids but little did you know Kid offered him some of the candy in exchange. Getting the little ones ready for bed they asked for a piece of candy. Unfortunately giving them just a piece of candy would mean they would be hyped up all night and have that sugar rush. Giving them all a kiss before you exited the bedroom. ‘Wait a minute' you said to yourself you could hear the sound of candy bags emptying out. ‘Oh hell no.’ Walking into the kitchen you could see Killer, Kid, Wire, and Heat when they heard your footsteps “Freeze candy thieves.” you spoke and they all looked at you as they blinked all at the same time. “Just in time babe, have a seat.” Kid said, grabbing one of the large candy bars. “You guys cannot eat all the candy they worked so hard for.” You had your hand on your hips. “Oh come on we all agreed they can have this much candy because they can get cavities. I'm being the responsible parent and eating some of it so they won't get cavities.” Kid spoke unwrapping the candy bar and then taking a bite. “I agree.” Wire spoke

“The captain is right_____.” Heat spoke, grabbing a candy bar. “He has a point.”  The killer was nodding with his helmet on. Pinching the bridge of your nose instead of having 3 kids at this moment you had a total of 7 because the ones who were adults looked like kids eating candy and passing around the ones they knew the others liked. You hate to admit it, but Kid did have a point taking a deep breath. “Just don’t eat them all, they deserve some of the candy they worked for.” “That's my girl.” Kid spoke before tossing a candy bar at you. “Because you agreed with my way of thinking.”