One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

99. That would be me, Captain. Sorry? (Heat x Male!Reader)??

"...suspects my sexual orientation? I doubt it. We're in the same boat, you and I." he said.

You shook your head slowly, your eyes narrowing with a quiet clarity. "Not quite."

"Huh?"

"I've been with the crew for a year and a half. You've been here from the start, though. You know the captain, Killer, and Wire. You've known them since forever." Your voice was steady, as you stated the simple truth. He paused, letting your words sink in, his mind clearly racing through the same thought.

"Where are you going with this?" he asked.

You stepped closer, your eyes locking onto his. "He's going to want an explanation. And we're not the types to lie, are we? So, if you're not ready to talk to him just yet, I can do the talking for us. You can explain it when things get calmer."

His gaze softened, the intensity in his eyes shifting to something more appreciative, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. It was a quiet gesture, but one that spoke volumes. He wasn't used to asking for help, but in this moment, he was grateful you offered it.

"(y/n), don't worry about it. It's on me," he said, his tone now firmer, though there was a gentleness in it as well. He squeezed your hand, the simple touch carrying the weight of trust. "If I need you for anything, you'll know. Now, let's go, yeah? Boo?"

You gave a subtle nod, your eyes holding his for a long moment. There was a silent understanding between you both. The storm was coming, but you would face it together.

"Ready to run?", he asked with a smile.

"You're decided to make it there as quickly as possible..." He nodded. "Yep, I can promise you one thing : if he sees us walk and not run...Amen to us. So hum...what do you want written on your tomb?"

You started running, kicking the door open. Leaving him behind for a good laugh. "I see my words got to you!" he shouted.

"Yeah, whatever, get your ass moving!"

[★]

"YOU BETTER HAVE A GODDAMN GOOD REASON!" Kid roared the second your feet touched the deck. The whole crew stood there. You gulped. This was going to be harder than you thought.

"We don't."

You couldn't believe he said that. "Heat," you called, throat turned dry. "What are you doing?"

He turned to you at the call of his name, his eyes turned soft as a smile beamed on his face. "It'll be fine," that's what it meant and you trusted him.

Kid, he, was dumbfounded at his friend's answer, "You don't?" He sniffed the air and frowned. "If you went to a worehouse, Heat." he mumbled angrily. Your lover shook his head, allowing a dry laugh to escape. "No, absolutely not."

"You smell like it."

Slowly, you walked forward and soon you found yourself between the two. You took a deep breath. "I would be the whore, captain."

Kid's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in disbelief.

Without another word, he spun around, glaring at the crew. "Out. NOW!" He waved them off violently, the crew scattering in a hurry, murmuring among themselves.

Once the deck was cleared, Kid turned back to you, his jaw clenched. "You two—workshop. Now."

You and Heat shared a look before nodding, following Kid into the workshop. Kid slammed the door shut behind them, the noise echoing in the empty space.