Eustass kid x reader
Part 1/??
Pt.2
An: I wanted to put a little disclaimer here and apologize if any of the writing in this fic (or any of my other fics) tends to lean toward one narrative rather than being more race/character neutral. I can promise it won’t be anything crazy, just mentions of a strong reader who has grip-able length hair and is a bit blunt and snippy. I try to write everything to be as race-neutral and character-friendly as possible so that anyone can read and enjoy my fics and imagine the reader as whoever they'd like. But I will say that I am a woman and am more comfortable writing for women so sorry guys🥲 Please feel free to let me know where my slip-ups are and message me so I can fix them!! This applies to all of my fics!! Please know that I have no oc or character in mind when I write these fics and that I try to make them as inclusive as possible!!
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There he was Heat. Your childhood friend. You couldn’t see his face but you sure as hell knew it was him. He still sported the same sky blue hair, just much longer, and he was still freakishly tall. He walked with men of equal height and style to him, but all that was on your mind was him.
You were in his gang with him, well, not technically, you were just his little messenger. Back in Kutsukku Island you and Heat were joint at the hip till you turned 16, you both grew up together, hanging out together outside of the few years of school you actually did attend, and then eventually living together in a makeshift trap house with a bunch of other guys and girls.
Heat got involved in gang violence and big underground activities that he straight up refused to let you be apart of. Back then you were pissed, it definitely drove you apart, but now you realize just how much he saved you from ruing your life. You weren’t built for that life, you and him both knew that but you weren’t built stubborn and just wanted to hang out with him like you did when you were younger. So he partially gave in let you be his little errand runner and data collector.
After a few years he broke the news you that he was leaving to become a pirate under one of the more prominent gang leaders. You both talked it out and decided that you’d leave too, you’d always wanted to explore the world, so what better time than right now when your only reason for staying in that shitty town was leaving?
That was 12 years ago…
You shoved your way through the crowd, rushing towards Heat as your backpack slung around and your keychains and trinkets clinked around like jingle bells. “Heat!! Heat!!” You yelled out as you get closer to him. He halted his steps and turned around quickly. He remembered that voice, it was-! His back hit the pavement harshly as a sudden weight was now on top of him. He groaned out as he opened his eyes. “Heat!! It’s *Name*!! Remember me?!,” you say frantically with a big smile on your face.
Before Heat responds you feel a harsh grip on your backpack and you’re yanked off of Heat. You look up, your brows furrowing as you look at who was now holding you in the air like a ragdoll. It was a tall man with a large cape and a fishnet top and pants. His face was expressionless besides a small disapproving frown. Two other men looked at you, one with fiery red hair and a large metal arm, and the other with long blonde hair and a blue and white mask. All of them were fucking massive.
Heat got up quickly and urged the tall man in fishnets to put you down. “Wire it’s okay, she’s an old friend,” Heat says before Wire reluctantly put you down. If they blinked they would’ve missed how fast your legs moved. You ran toward Heat again, this time making sure to not to knock him over. You engulfed him in a big hug and he hugged you back just as tightly. “Hey, *Name*,” he said in a strangled voice as you hugged him tightly. “Oh, oh sorry,” you say as you laugh, realizing you were squeezing him far too tightly. You look up at him and your eyes meet, and you both release a sigh, one that sounds like it’s been held for many years. “So, what have you been up to?”
You were now sitting on Heat’s right shoulder, overlooking the crowd and earning a few wandering stares from the people walking by you two. Heat had begrudgingly gotten his captain to agree to bring you back to their ship. “You bring her wherever you want, but if I find out a narc was on my ship they’re getting killed,” he said harshly as his gaze bore into you. “Harsh isn’t he?” You whisper into Heat's ear, earning a small chuckle from him as he tries to keep his voice down.
The air felt lighter up on Heat's shoulder; Then again maybe it was the feeling of meeting up with a familiar face again, only time would tell. The group you were with approached what you could only assume was the ship Heat had asked to bring you onto. It was big and adorned with the skeleton of a large beast, the Jolly Roger resembling the face of the rude Captain.
You boarded the ship and hopped down from Heat’s shoulder, your shoes knocking against the sturdy wood of the boat. You earned a few odd stares from the gruff-looking crew members, but you ignored them. You set your bag down against the wall of the ship and began to explore around a bit, staying close to Heat but not directly beside him.
You're pulled out of your exploration with a small delicate tap to your shoulder, It was far too soft to be a man's. “Hello doll, Are you joining us?” a soft voice speaks to you. A pretty lady in a matching black lingerie set was speaking to you. She had on a small black corset that looked easy to slip off, paired with a skimpy black ruffle skirt and black lace thigh garters. She was barefoot but her toes were painted to match her long nails, black of course. Her hair was thick, curly, and messy but cute. Her skin was of olive complexion and her eyes were a beautiful honey amber color. She smiled at you with an excited demeanor and giddy expression. “Us?,” you ask confusingly. Suddenly, two cold hands are wraped around your stomach and a head is leaning on your shoulder. “Yeah baby, us,” the gruff woman answered. You jumped away from the touch and took in the appearance of the other woman who had gotten handsy with you. She wore an impossibly tight cropped tank top that was ripped in some places with tiny holes, it was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore skimpy blue jean shorts that were unbuttoned and zipped most of the way down, which exposed her bright red underwear. Her hair was pin-straight and bimbo blonde, the ends of her hair reaching the middle of her back. She had short blunt bangs paired with smeared and ruined mascara, maybe it was eyeliner? She had baby blue eyes and held. Cigarette between her short red nails.
“Oh sorry ladies I think you've got it all wrong, I'm not joining in just catching up with an old friend,” you say, your tone still giddy as you think of all the stories you had to tell Heat. “Shame,” the blonde one said as she eyed you up and down, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Oh, yeah that's a bummer, not many girls on the crew,” the curly-haired girl said. She pointed to herself before she spoke, “Well im Neha Om, and this-,” she says as she points to the blonde woman, “Is Hulda,” she says sweetly. “Come find us on the ship if you need us, Being around this many guys who get no pussy is a dangerous game,” she joked as she exhaled her smoke into the air.
You nodded and laughed with them. “Will do, ladies,” you said as you shuffled off to find Heat again. You wandered around aimlessly, exploring parts of the ship while simultaneously looking for Heat again. Where could he have gone? I could've swore i was right behind him-. You suddenly collide with what you thought was a solid wall, but it was in fact not a wall, it was the Captain. The mean one.
He slightly bent down and grabbed you by your hair, making you wince in pain. “If you're gonna be on my ship you're also gonna stay outta my way, punk,” he says harshly before tossing you behind him. You shudder in pain as your body hits the floor. You feel a presence behind you and immediately look up, it was Heat. He stood over you, a puzzled and worried expression on his face as he looked down at you. “Oh, hey I was just looking for you,” you say as if nothing happened, walking over to greet him.
You had talked with him for hours, you walked the perimeter of the ship at least ten times. Heat told you about the people they'd fought and all the missions they'd gone on, while you caught him on everywhere you'd traveled and all the people you'd met. Not a thing had changed, and for a second you were both 16 again, in your hometown living in that shitty community house. But the day ended far too quickly, at least in your opinion.
You were sitting on the ground in a circle with Heat, Hulda, Neha Om, and the blonde hair dude with the helmet from earlier. His name was Killer, you learned, and he was quite nice. He was the Captain’s right-hand man and second in charge, and he was pretty quiet but chimed in on the conversation now and then and laughed here and there. You had just finished telling a story about one of your travels, the laughing died down and a comfortable silence filled the atmosphere. You took it as the chance to ask your question to what seemed like the appropriate audience.
“You think Captain will let me stay on the ship? Maybe just until the next port?,” you ask out to everyone. Suddenly, the two girls burst out laughing, “I think you’d have better luck selling a mirror to a blind man,” Neha Om said in between giggles and laughs. “Yeah darlin’ you’d have better odds at tryna’ flog a dead horse,” Hulda said with a small hiccup. You and the girls were drinking heavily, and it showed, well at least on them. You could hold your alcohol very well, and so could they, but it seems that you’d unintentionally won the drinking competition. You took a large swig from your bottle of sake, finishing it off as you stood up. “Well then, let’s test my luck,” before Heat was able to even think about stopping you, you had cleared half the deck, halfway to his captain who was hanging around near the bar area. He let out a hushed sigh, praying for you to still be alive in the morning.
You find the Captain leaning on a post, nursing a bottle of straight whiskey by a bunch of his men and empty bottles of liquor. There was lively music in the background and loud conversations happening all around you. You were partially pissed off, you’d hoped the sake would at least give you a buzz, but there was no luck, there never was. On top of that you were sure you were going to have to fight your way through this conversation to stay on the ship, all you wanted to do was hang out with Heat longer, maybe he’d understand?
You tapped his large broad shoulder, making him remove the bottle from his lips and look down at you with a frown. “What, Woman?” He asked in a pissed tone. “You willing to let me stay on the ship till next port?” You ask bluntly, not sugar coating your question in the slightest. His face contorted from pissed to just straight up angry. He sets his bottle down on a nearby stool and stood up tall, god damn he was just fucking massive. He walked closer to you, the pink flush on his cheeks a clear indication of just how much he’d drank. “You come on my boat,” he says lowly as he approaches you. “You drink my alcohol,” he says pointing a finger in your face. He had gotten impossibly closer to you, you figured he’d expected you to back up but you just stood there, like a wall, his chest close to your face as he cowered over you. “And then you demand to sail on my boat to the next port? You’re quite bold lady,” he says narrowing his eyes at you. You swat his large hand out of your face, his finger was almost touching your cheek, it was pissing you off even more. The ship seemed to go silent, sure you had noticed that eyes were in your beforehand, but now everyone stopped what they were doing to see the new chick talk with their captain.
“Look man, none of that was a big deal anyways, I’ll pay you back the shitty alcohol and I’ll pay you a good berry rate for takin me to the next port, I’m not some free loader,” you say in a tired voice. “All I’m asking’ is that you give me a room and let me hitch a ride,” you sigh out. The Captain looks at you, his eyes widening at your audacity, who the fuck were you to order him around? He grabbed your hair harshly like he had before, his fingers weaving up and between the hair at the nape of your neck, earning a pained groan from you as he lifted you off the ground. A few gasps broke out, but no one even thought about doing anything. “You dare talk to me in that tone woman, have some fucking respect,” he says, spitting on the ground in your direction to make a point. “Put me down asshole! This shit hurts!” You shout out as you bring your hands up to try and pry his out of your hair, your legs flailing in the process. He grunts angrily, and “What the hell did I just talk to you about!-” he’s abruptly cut off by a harsh kick to the jaw, promptly shutting him up. You swing around using your momentum and land on your feet, twisting his grip out of your hair and hopping back a few feet from him.
He rubbed his jaw with a bewildered look plastered on his face, what the fuck? “Are you fucking mad woman!!” He screamed. You sighed out, you did NOT want this to be a big fight and stuff. “Look, I’m sorry, you were hurting me,” you say apologetically with your face displaying an unamused look, you literally just wanted to go to the next port and talk with an old friend, not make yourself a sworn enemy of a pirate crew. You stood up and pinched the bridge of your nose, it was starting to settle in your mind that you were in fact, not, getting a room aboard this ship.
You heard loud, solid thuds, one right after the other, what? You thought briefly before all the wind was knocked out of your chest and you were pinned against the large wooden mast in the middle of the deck. “Has no one ever taught you manners!?!” The captain yelled as he held your throat harshly against the splintering wood. He was angry, far more angry than you’d thought he was. “What would I even get out of you when you’re staying on my ship eh?? Surely you don’t think I’d settle for just money right?!?” He asked with a slurred voice and manic eyes. “I-I’ve got good connections at the next port, and I-,” you wheeze out a bit with a small cough, “I’m a good doctor,” the captains grip softens just a bit before he drops you down to the ground without warning. You hit the ground harshly and try to regain your breath. “You’ll pay me 900 berry per mile we travel till we reach the dock, you’ll doctor my crew and you’ll get me and all my men a cold drink when we tie up at Hachinosu,” he says harshly as he looks down at you. “You’ll also put some damn respect on my name,” he says before turning around swiftly and raising both of his arms, “For you’re talking to the future pirate king!! Isn’t that right men?!” He yells out, earning a roaring cheer from the previously silent crowd.
He walked away triumphantly, but not before grabbing his bottle of whiskey. He went back to what you assumed his room. You dropped your damsel act as soon as he left, scoffing as you dust yourself off. Even if you were polite there was no way in hell he’d let you stay on his ship, the only way you’d get luck is by giving him a power trip, which, unfortunately cost you your dignity as well…
This was going to be hell…
PART ONE FINISHED
