CYCLAMEN ✿ [Eustass Kid x Reader]
Tags: female reader, jealousy, fluff Word Count: 496 Author's Note: This is my entry for Meli's @kaizokuwritings 700 followers milestone writing challenge! Congrats again, dear! I hope you like it! 💖🥰
Much to the dismay of his closest comrades, Eustass Kid liked to think of himself as a fairly reasonable man. So long as people didn't fuck with the two most valuable aspects in his life — his unwavering loyalty to his pirate crew and his unquenchable thirst for the One Piece treasure — he was willing to pardon certain transgressions.
When you came barging into his life, however, your entire being threw him into chaos. Normally, Kid welcomed the unpredictability of it all, thrived in it even. But not when chaos involved the development of feelings. Feelings for another person that he didn't think he was capable of having.
He wasn't expecting you to worm your way into his good graces, much less tear down his heavily fortified walls, clawing your way inside and setting up camp in the deep recesses of his hardened heart.
That was then. This was now.
And right now, Kid was five seconds away from climbing over the counter — flowers and potted plants be damned — and clobbering the cashier's face for his unwarranted comment to you.
"Those flowers would really suit you, miss."
A faint blush surfaces over your cheeks at the stranger's compliment. "You think so?"
Tongue like a sharp knife and oozing with jealousy, Kid's booming voice cuts across your shameless flirting, "You want the damn flowers or not?"
"I'm not sure which to get—"
Patience wearing thin, he snarls at you, teeth bared like an injured animal feigning aggression to scare off potential threats, "Just take the fuckin' flowers already, you insufferable woman!"
Frowning at his increasingly irate behavior and refusing to make a scene, you grab his flesh arm and make a dash toward the exit, apologizing to the store clerk before leaving the flower shop empty-handed.
Sighing heavily, you turn to Kid, one arm resting on your hip in disapproval.
"Is it too much to ask you to behave yourself for a few seconds?"
Seemingly lost in thought, he doesn't answer you, amber eyes fixated on the road ahead.
"Go on," he says, cocking his head toward the town's harbor at the coast of the island, where the Victorian Punk was presently docked, "Got somethin' else I need to take care of."
"But—"
He doesn't wait for you to finish that sentence, sturdy legs heading in the opposite direction of the ship, leaving you to stare at the maroon fur coat draped over his wide retreating frame.
When he comes back to the ship, it's early in the night, the evening twilight encompassing the sky in clashing shades of purple and orange.
Without a word, Kid shoves a bouquet of flowers to your chest, causing you to flinch forward, your fingers grasping the delicate wrapping paper for purchase.
Cyclamen flowers.
Their upturned bright pink petals appear like outstretched arms, reaching toward you for a possessive embrace.
"Happy?"
The corners of your mouth turn upward until a full-blown smile graces your features.
"Very."
