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Kid stepped back from Loklynn before shoving her gently in Killer's direction. "Welp, that settles it! Looks like you're bunking with the vice cap' tonight, Bright-eyes."
"What?!"
"Oh, okay."
Killer's mask swiveled down to her while she looked up at him quizzically.
"Do you... not want to sleep with me?"
Killer winced. "First of all, for the love of God, phrasing. Second, of course I'm up for having a beautiful girl in my bed; the question is if you are."
Loklynn leaned back from him a bit to look him over, her eyes traveling up and down his body; though he was sure she didn't mean anything by it, his muscles still tensed under her stare. Then she nodded resolutely to herself, apparently coming to a decision that only she was privy to.
Loklynn looked straight into his eyes through the mask and said, completely serious and without a hint of irony:
"You look comfy."
It took Kid no more than an instant to process her statement and proceed to nearly keel over in a fit of wild laughter. Killer, on the other hand, let out a deep groan of both amusement and derision.
"Comfy!" The captain choked out. "Holy fuck, oh my God, that's the funniest shit...!"
"Shut the fuck u- hey, hey, no, it's cool," Killer reassured Loklynn as she tried to turn back to glare at Kid. "Ignore him. It was, uh... flattering."
"Okay, okay," Kid wiped a tear of hilarity from his eye as his guffaws petered out, "I think your shift is about over anyway. Lemme borrow her for a sec first."
In his usual brash fashion, he grabbed Loklynn to heft her over his shoulder, ignoring both of their protests as he jumped straight off the edge of the crow's nest.
"I'll drop her off in your room in a few shakes!" He called over his shoulder. "Don't come down 'til I'm done!"
"Done with what?!"
"You'll see!"
Killer huffed and slumped back down onto the bench after his fucking caveman-viking-pirate of a captain disappeared into the cabin quarters with his indignant prize. Fucking hell...
What was he getting himself into?
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"What is it with you and kidnapping?" Loklynn grumbled irrately with a thump of her fist to his back. "This is the third time you've dragged me along, you damned brute, it's getting old!"
"I'm a pirate, in case you forgot," he snickered as they entered his quarters. "We like stealing shit. Tough luck I decided to steal you."
He dumped her off his shoulder to sit her on the edge of the bed before striding over to rummage through his wardrobe. "Alrighty, let's see here... nope, no, nah... mmmno."
Loklynn abandoned her lingering indignation in favor of staring curiously at the captain's back as he muttered to himself. His broad frame prevented her from seeing what he was fussing over, but knowing him, it was bound to be something that was either embarrassing to her, amusing to him, or both.
"Ah-ha! Fuckin' A!" He crowed. He yanked whatever he'd found out of the wardrobe before slamming the doors with a bang. Loklynn flinched before rolling her eyes; did he really have to be so damned loud all the time? Her annoyance festered when he turned around with that one grin of his that usually spelled trouble for anyone in the immediate vicinity.
She looked down and sure enough, there it was: another stupid, lacy, good-for-nothing night dress.
This one was only slightly better than the last. It was snow white and silky, with (oh, thank the heavens) no lace this time. It wasn't see-through like the red one had been, but it looked just as flimsy and just as pointless. It was only just long enough to cover her bottom, with a practically nonexistent neckline that bared everything but her breasts. The entire monstrosity was held up by a pair of paper thin spaghetti straps that looked as if they'd snap with the slightest pressure.
What was wrong with the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing? They were perfectly functional. That thing, on the other hand, was utterly useless, and if she had no use for it, she didn't want it.
"I am not wearing that travesty to bed," she declared with her nose upturned in distaste. She narrowed her eyes warningly, preparing to bolt as Kid ignored her protest. He smirked as he approached, holding the garment aloft in front of him like he was trying to sneak up and capture a flighty animal.
"Hate to break it to ya Bright-eyes, but..."
They both lunged at the same time, he towards her and she towards the door. He caught her easily with his superior reach, pulling her back into his body and wrapping his arms around her. He chuckled as she squirmed and growled.
"This little number isn't necessarily for you," he continued in a condescending coo. "Now be a good girl for me and go change, yeah?"
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Kid patted the top of her head condescendingly before allowing her to wrench herself away and whirl to pin him with the most adorable glare he'd ever seen. He was looking forward to kissing it off her face before she could tear into him, but then she paused.
"This is... it's for Killer, isn't it?" She asked slowly.
"Uh-huh," he grinned.
"And he likes things like," she motioned to the nighty with a flick of her hand, "This?"
Kid nodded, his grin widening as she crossed her arms, her nose crinkling as she looked it over thoughtfully. Finally, she huffed and ripped the glorified serviette from his grasp. She pointedly ignored his triumphant smirk as she stomped toward the bathroom.
"I'll never understand you people..." She fumed. "You know what? Fine. Let me just slip into something less comfortable."
She slammed the door to the bathroom as firmly as she could without waking the rest of the crew. Kid waited until he could hear the rustle of her clothes hitting the floor before heading back out.
"You can head to Killer's room when you're done!" He called back as he left the room. The only response he got was a growl followed by the muffled thump of fabric slapping against the bathroom door.
Kid found himself smiling- not smirking, smiling- as he left the room. Today had been one of the most satisfying days he'd had in a long, long time.
His grin widened then as he focused on his last objective of the day: pissing off his brother.
Mister murder was amenable to his proposal, sure, but if he knew his first mate, he'd still need a bit of a push. Killer might live up to his name the next morning, but Kid could live with having his head on the chopping block, because this?
Oh, this was well worth the risk.
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Killer didn't like the look on Kid's face when he returned to the nest to get him.
Not.
One.
Bit.
That shit eating grin that seemed to suit him so well was a pretty sure sign that A) someone died, B) someone was going to die, C) Someone was currently dying, or D) Some unfortunate soul was about to find themselves on the recieving end of some nefarious prank he'd cooked up...
D1) ...that may or may not result in the victim's slow and painful death.
Killer was betting on the fourth. Or fifth.
The soldier heaved a sigh and slowly took off his mask, tucking it under his arm. He gave a dog-like shake of his head to clear the wild blonde fringe out of his eyes so he could treat Kid to the full effect of his icy stare.
"What did you do."
Eustass Kid was good at many things; acting innocent was not one of them. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Sky blue clashed with Amber as Killer's eyes narrowed suspiciously on the captain. "Cut the shit, I know that look," he deadpanned. "I don't know what the fuck kind of jackassery you pulled this time, but I swear to God-"
"Come on, lighten up!" Kid slapped him on the back and plopped himself down on the bench, "You'll like it, I promise."
"So you did do something."
"Just go get your beauty sleep. Not that you need it, what with the whole..." he wiggled his fingers over his own smirking face.
Killer sighed, replaced his mask, and left without another word. He took the long way down- you know, the actual ladder- to give himself more time to prepare for whatever Kid had in store for him this time.
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The sight he was greeted with upon walking into his room was so much worse than he could have imagined.
"Holy shit..."
Loklynn was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the hem of a loose white night dress. It fit her like a glove, caressing her skin and showing off her subtle curves, but was still soft and loose enough to sleep in.
Killer had always loved seeing his girls in lighter pastel colors, and white was definitely his favorite thing to rip apart... Goddammit. Kid knew his kinks way too well.
Loklynn looked up to see him frozen in the doorway, his hand still stuck to the knob. Her smile was quizzical. "Are you going to come in?"
He shook his head and quickly closed the door behind him. "Sorry. Just wasn't expecting to see you in..." He cleared his throat, "that."
"Oh," she worried at her bottom lip with an embarrassed flush. "Kid said you'd like it, so I just thought-"
"Trust me," he cut her off, already walking toward his wardrobe, "I like it. The problem is that I like it too much. I'll just get you a-"
He stopped dead when he swung the doors open, only to be greeted by the bare innards of his wardrobe. He stared dumbly at the wood backing for a few seconds before bending to open each drawer, nearly yanking them out of their holders in his rush to scour every inch of the interior for something, anything to give Loklynn to sleep in. Anything would do as long as it didn't make her look good enough to eat... not that there would be much of a difference on that front, but something had to be done, damnit!
"Um... what are you looking for?"
Giving her his shirt wasn't an option, it was way too dirty from training. Besides, there was no way he was going shirtless himself, feeling her soft, warm, and lightly toned skin pressed against his abdomen-
"Killer?"
Fuck no, that would be torture-
"Killer!"
The soldier started and turned around to see that Loklynn was already curled up under the covers, looking at him as if he'd lost his mind. She'd be right about that; this girl was driving him crazy.
"Sorry," he was going to fucking murder Kid in the morning, "I'm fine," he wasn't fine, "don't worry," she should really worry about herself.
With a poorly concealed sigh of resignation, he stifled his dread and slowly made his way over to the bed. He sat down, kicked off his shoes, and began to strip himself of his pants and God damnit did she really have to watch him like that??
He began to remove his mask without thinking, only realizing what he was doing when he heard her shift a little closer, perking up at the prospect of seeing his face. He could practically taste her disappointment when he lowered his hands and got up with a mumbled, "one sec."
He kicked his pants and shoes aside and leaned down to open the drawer of his bedside table, swearing that he'd give Kid the beat-down of a lifetime if he'd taken it- oh thank fucking God, there it was. With a sigh of relief, he pulled out a swath of black fabric and softly shut the drawer- he would NOT be using any of the other things in there that night- and turned back toward a curious Loklynn.
"Sit up and turn around for a second."
She squinted at him.
"Just do it," he huffed before amending his demand with a, "please."
Loklynn searched his face- as well as she could with a helmet covering it- and slowly shifted on the bed so that she was upright and facing away from him. Killer approached her and wound the blindfold around her head, biting back a laugh at the way she stiffened. She was such a cute little thing, still doing her best to puzzle her way through their new dynamic.
"You're okay, angel," he murmured as he adjusted the length and secured the clasp behind her head. "It's a little hard to sleep with a five pound weight on my head; this is the next best thing."
She turned toward him, but didn't see him take off his mask and place it on the night stand.
"I don't think I like it..." she mumbled to the darkness. It was just as well that she didn't see his smirk as he crawled onto the bed and prowled towards her; it was probably best at this point that she didn't know just how much he was enjoying this. The rustle of the sheets and the dip in the mattress beside her were the only indications she had that he was moving at all.
"I know," he wasn't able to completely stifle the grin in his voice, "You'll get used to it."
He slipped in beside her and clasped a hand on her shoulder, applying a gentle pressure to prompt her to lay down. She remained there on her back while he propped himself on his elbow, his clenched fist resting above her head. He felt hungry as he leaned over her ever so slightly, a wildcat pinning its prey. His free hand crossed over her body and ghosted its fingertips across her skin; they lazily traveled from her shoulder, down her arm, to her wrist, and back up again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her head was tilted toward him, her lips slightly parted, her face totally relaxed... nothing but complete and utter trust.
Fuck. He was right, this was torture.
Killer took another few moments to drink in the sight of her in that delicious white silk number before reluctantly pulling the covers over both of them. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her- God, she really was tiny, wasn't she- before reaching over to flick off his bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He loved the way she snuggled closer, curling her legs in against him. He was just about asleep when-
"When will I see your face?"
The question was asked gently and without condition. He got the feeling she was really asking when he would be okay with showing her, rather than telling him she wanted to see it. He didn't give her an answer for a few minutes, because frankly, he really didn't have one.
He was still pondering his response when she laid a hand on his cheek and stretched up to sweetly touch her lips to his, effectively bringing a screeching halt to any and all brain activity.
She didn't say anything more, just settled herself back down into his arms and sighed happily against his chest as he tried to process his shock. He was amazed at how comfortable she was with him, how natural these displays of affection were for her when he'd only just revealed his desires to her not an hour before.
This girl was going to kill him before he could lay a finger on Kid, was his last thought before he fell asleep.
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Loklynn was amenable to the arrangement, but she still lost a few hours of sleep contemplating the situation.
Kid and Killer... they were truly incredible phenomena.
Killer was so impossible to ignore, so utterly present, with an intensity that naturally dominated her despite his gentility. The chiseled planes of his torso, the corded strength in his hands, every part of him exuded pure power. The merest brush of his skin against hers made her feel small, made her heart stammer like a war drum beneath her breast. He was more level-headed than his captain, much calmer and observant... but there were moments when that calmness made him feel even more dangerous, like she was standing in the eye of a storm.
And Kid... he had such a roaring fire inside him; She might wind up burned, her wings melting like wax as she flew too close to the sun. Eustass Kid made her feel every inch a lamb led to slaughter, beckoning to her with cleaver in hand while wearing that scythe-like grin. The way he watched her, the way he moved, everything about him screamed predator. He was hunting her and she knew it, and yet... there was a part of her that was at peace with that, with giving him the reins. She had an inkling he could sense that as well, divine the curiosity beneath her apprehension like a shark scenting blood in the water.
That night, staring at the ceiling, she became certain of two opposite, undeniable truths:
Kid craved her fear, but desired her affection.
Killer feared his desire, yet coveted her submission.
These men were dangerous, each of them in different ways; Giving herself over would invite disaster, she knew that down to her very bones. She also knew that she had no other choice; the draw was too strong. Kid had told her that he couldn't let her go... well. Neither could she.
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A/N: ....yeah, I got a lingerie kink. What about it💀💀💀