One Piece x Reader [OPEN]

101. After the bonfire (Killer x Female!Reader) Part 2 of chap.97

She crosses her arms, scowling at the floor as if it holds the answer. "This is so annoying! It's gotta be someone who's there when it counts. Not always showing up, but when they do, they're solid. Ugh! They're not around all the time, though—more like someone who just... pops up at the right moments. Gah, who could it possibly be?! This is driving me crazy!"

Nami suddenly snaps her head up, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction as her grin widens mischievously. "Okay, I'm just gonna say it—Penguin? Heat? Wire?!"

You roll your eyes at one, raise an eyebrow at another, and even look outright shocked at her last suggestion, which only fuels her excitement. "Oh, come on!" she cries, throwing her hands up dramatically. "Don't leave me hanging here, (y/n)! I will figure this out!"

Nami's eyes light up again as if another revelation has struck her. "Wait, wait—Drake!?"

The name tumbles out, and you can't help it—you explode into laughter, doubling over in your seat. The sheer absurdity of it sends you into fits, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you try to catch your breath.

"What?!" Nami exclaims, staring at you in mock offense, though the corners of her lips twitch with amusement. "Why is that so funny?! He's got the whole mysterious, broody thing going on. I mean, come on, you could do worse!"

You shake your head, still laughing, unable to even form a proper response.

Nami huffs, crossing her arms with a pout. "Alright, fine, laugh it up. But don't think for a second I'm giving up. I'll figure this out eventually, (y/n), mark my words!"

And she stormed out.

[★]

Killer strolled along the deck of the Victoria Punk, enjoying the rare moment of calm as the ship sliced through the waves. The soft creak of the hull and the distant sound of the crew's chatter made everything feel just right.

That peace, however, was shattered by the unmistakable screech of a seagull. Before Killer could even react, the bird swooped down and dropped a letter directly at his feet. He glanced at it, then up at the bird, but the creature had already disappeared into the sky, leaving nothing but a feathered trail behind.

Killer bent down and picked up the letter, his eyebrow lifting slightly. He recognized the familiar weight of it, the way it landed with purpose. This wasn't just any letter. Without a second thought, he unfolded it with a grin, knowing full well who had sent it.

«Dear Master of Mystery,

Today, I encountered a challenge that no one could have prepared me for. There I was, minding my own business, crafting a perfectly fine letter to you—one that I threw in the trash for this much more entertaining version—when Nami stormed into my cabin like she was leading a surprise attack. Her eyes locked onto the paper I was writing like it had committed some unspeakable crime. She crossed her arms, leaned against the doorframe, and shot me that look. You know the one. The "I'm about to ruin your day in the name of sheer amusement" look.

"What are you writing?" she asked, dripping with feigned innocence. Naturally, I tried to play it cool. "Oh, just a letter," I said. But the mistake I made was thinking I could hide anything from Nami, especially when it involves anything remotely entertaining for her. Before I could blink, she was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, already in full interrogation mode like I was caught smuggling treasure from her secret stash.

I foolishly thought I could outsmart her. I suggested a game: three yes-or-no questions. A simple, brilliant idea. Foolproof, even. I should've known better.