Can you do a fic where the reader and killer are in a secret relationship and kid and the rest of the crew find out when heat catches them below deck and blabbers to the rest of the crew
When Heat catches you and Killer in a heated moment below deck, the Kid Pirates’ chaotic crew erupts with reactions, exposing your secret romance.
killer x gn! reader | one shot
tags: fluff, sfw, secret relationship, getting caught
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward
word count: 2k
The Victoria Punk rocked gently on the open sea, its creaking hull a constant reminder of the Kid Pirates’ relentless journey through the New World. Below deck, in the dim, cramped storage room where barrels of rum and crates of supplies were stacked haphazardly, you and Killer stood pressed against each other, hidden in the shadows. The faint glow of a lantern swayed above, casting flickering light across Killer’s masked face. His hands, rough from years of wielding heavy weapons, gripped your waist, pulling you closer as he tilted his mask just enough to expose his lips, meeting yours in a heated, stolen kiss.
Your fingers tangled in the long blonde strands spilling from beneath his mask, tugging lightly as you leaned into him. The taste of salt and iron lingered on his lips, a mix of the sea and his own intensity. The thrill of secrecy made your heart race—nobody on the crew knew about you two, not even Captain Kidd, Killer’s closest friend and the volatile leader of the Kid Pirates. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust the crew, but the Kid Pirates were a rowdy, nosy bunch, and you both cherished the quiet intimacy of keeping this just between you.
“Careful,” Killer murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough as he adjusted his mask back into place. “You keep kissing me like that, I might forget we’re supposed to be discreet.”
You grinned, your breath hitching as his hands slid under your shirt, warm against your skin. “Maybe I want you to forget,” you teased, voice barely above a whisper. “Besides, everyone’s up top drinking. We’ve got time.”
He chuckled, a rare sound that vibrated against your chest. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
Before you could retort, the door to the storage room creaked open. You froze, heart leaping into your throat, as the lanky figure of Heat stumbled in, his blue hair glinting in the lantern light. He was muttering to himself, probably sent to fetch more rum, but the moment his eyes landed on you and Killer, he stopped dead.
“Oh, shit,” Heat blurted, his voice echoing in the small space. His eyes widened, darting between you pressed against Killer and Killer’s hands still firmly on your hips. “Oh, shit.”
“Heat!” you hissed, pulling away from Killer, but the damage was done. Killer’s posture stiffened, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of one of his blades, though he didn’t draw it.
“Uh, I didn’t see nothin’!” Heat stammered, backing toward the door, hands raised. “Just—uh—rum! Yeah, I was lookin’ for rum! I’ll just—” He tripped over a crate, nearly falling, before bolting out the door.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “We’re so screwed.”
Killer sighed, adjusting his mask fully back into place. “He’s gonna blab. You know he can’t keep his mouth shut.”
“We could bribe him,” you suggested halfheartedly, already knowing it was futile. Heat was loyal, but he had the subtlety of a cannon blast.
“Too late for that,” Killer said, grabbing your hand. “Come on. We need to get up there before this turns into a circus.”
By the time you and Killer reached the main deck, the crew was already buzzing. The Victoria Punk’s deck was a chaotic sprawl of barrels, ropes, and the crew’s usual mess of half-eaten food and empty bottles. Captain Eustass Kidd lounged on a makeshift throne of crates, his metal arm glinting as he downed a tankard of ale. Wire, Bubblegum, and the others were scattered around, some arm-wrestling, others shouting over a card game. Heat stood near Kidd, gesturing wildly, his voice carrying over the din.
“I’m tellin’ ya, Captain, they were all over each other! Like, full-on makin’ out in the storage room!” Heat’s voice cracked with excitement, and the crew’s heads snapped toward him.
Kidd’s eyes narrowed, his signature scowl deepening. “The hell are you yammerin’ about, Heat? Who was makin’ out?”
You and Killer stepped onto the deck just as Heat pointed at you both, his grin wide and unapologetic. “Them! Killer and Y/N! I caught ‘em red-handed!”
The deck fell silent for a split second before erupting into chaos. Wire dropped his wrench with a clang, Bubblegum choked on his drink, and several crew members burst into laughter or shocked gasps. Kidd’s head whipped toward you and Killer, his amber eyes blazing with a mix of disbelief and irritation.
“What the fuck?” Kidd roared, slamming his tankard down so hard it dented the crate. “Killer, you sneaky bastard! You’re bangin’ one of my crew and didn’t tell me?”
Killer crossed his arms, standing protectively in front of you. “It’s not your business, Kidd,” he said evenly, though you could hear the edge in his voice. “We kept it quiet for a reason.”
“A reason?” Kidd barked, standing up. His towering frame loomed as he stalked toward you both, his metal arm whirring faintly. “I’m the damn captain! Everything on this ship is my business!”
You stepped forward, refusing to let Killer take all the heat. “It’s not like we were hiding it to screw you over, Captain. We just… wanted some privacy.”
“Privacy?” Wire piped up from the sidelines, grinning like an idiot. “On this ship? Good luck with that!”
The crew erupted into laughter again, and you felt your face heat up. Killer shot Wire a look that could’ve melted steel, but it only made the crew laugh harder.
“Shut it, Wire!” Kidd snapped, though his attention stayed on you and Killer. He crossed his arms, metal clanking against flesh. “How long’s this been goin’ on?”
You glanced at Killer, who gave a slight nod, letting you take the lead. “A few months,” you admitted. “Since that island with the big festival. Things just… happened.”
“Months?!” Heat squawked, looking betrayed. “You’ve been sneaking around for months? I thought we were pals, Y/N!”
“You’re the one who just ratted us out to the whole crew!” you shot back, pointing an accusing finger at him.
Heat rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah, well, it was too juicy not to share.”
Kidd pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about “idiots” and “my damn ship.” He glared at Killer. “You’re my first mate, man. You’re supposed to tell me shit like this. What if this messes with the crew’s dynamic?”
“It hasn’t,” Killer said firmly. “We’ve been careful. Nothing’s changed in how we do our jobs.”
“Careful?” Bubblegum snorted, leaning back with a smirk. “Heat caught you suckin’ face in the storage room. Real careful, Killer.”
The crew howled with laughter again, and you groaned, wishing you could sink through the deck. Killer’s hand brushed against yours, a subtle gesture of reassurance, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Oi, look at that!” Wire called, pointing. “They’re gettin’ all cozy right in front of us!”
“Shut up, Wire!” you and Killer said in unison, which only made the crew laugh harder.
Kidd waved a hand, silencing the crew’s antics. His expression softened slightly, though he still looked pissed. “Alright, fine. You two wanna play lovebirds, that’s your call. But if this shit starts causin’ problems—fights, distractions, any of that—you’re both answerin’ to me. Got it?”
“Got it, Captain,” you said quickly, relieved he wasn’t going to make a bigger deal out of it.
Killer nodded. “Understood.”
Kidd grunted, then smirked, a dangerous glint in his eye. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. You’ve been holdin’ out on me, Killer. That’s a betrayal.” He turned to the crew, raising his voice. “What do we do with traitors, huh?”
“Keelhaul ‘em!” Wire shouted, clearly enjoying himself.
“Make ‘em walk the plank!” Bubblegum added, grinning.
“Or,” Heat said, waggling his eyebrows, “make ‘em kiss in front of everyone so we can all judge!”
The crew cheered at that, and you felt your stomach drop. “Absolutely not,” you said, crossing your arms.
Killer tilted his head toward you, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Could be worse. They could be asking for a live demonstration.”
You elbowed him lightly, fighting a smile. “Don’t give them ideas.”
Kidd clapped his hands, the sound like a thunderclap. “Alright, enough! You two, back to work. And Heat, next time you catch someone makin’ out, keep your damn mouth shut unless it’s me you’re tellin’ first.”
Heat saluted, still grinning. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
As the crew dispersed, some still snickering or throwing teasing glances your way, Killer pulled you aside, his hand lingering on your arm. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” you said, exhaling. “Just… wasn’t how I pictured them finding out.”
He chuckled, the sound warm despite the mask. “With this crew? Was never gonna be subtle.”
You smiled, leaning into him slightly. “Guess we’re official now, huh?”
“Guess so,” he said, his hand squeezing yours. “No more hiding.”
Later that night, the crew’s usual rowdy dinner was even louder than normal, fueled by the gossip about you and Killer. The mess hall was packed, with plates of grilled fish and tankards of ale scattered across the long table. Kidd sat at the head, barking orders for more food, while the others took turns ribbing you and Killer.
“So, Y/N,” Wire said, leaning forward with a sly grin. “Who made the first move? I’m bettin’ Killer, ‘cause no way you’d have the guts to go for the masked guy.”
“Bold of you to assume I didn’t,” you shot back, smirking. “Maybe I’m braver than you think.”
The crew ooohed, and Wire clutched his chest like he’d been wounded. “Damn, Y/N, throwin’ shade!”
Killer stayed quiet, but you could tell he was amused by the way his shoulders relaxed. He sat next to you, his thigh brushing yours under the table—a small, grounding touch amidst the chaos.
Bubblegum leaned in, chewing loudly. “So, Killer, you gonna take that mask off for Y/N or what? Gotta be weird makin’ out with it half-on.”
The table erupted again, and you nearly choked on your drink. Killer tilted his head, his tone dry. “You want details, Bubblegum? Keep talkin’, and I’ll tell you more than you wanna know.”
The crew roared with laughter, and Bubblegum held up his hands in surrender. “Nah, man, I’m good!”
Kidd, who’d been watching the exchange with a smirk, finally spoke up. “You two better not start gettin’ all mushy in front of me. I don’t need to see that shit.”
“Then don’t look,” you said, raising an eyebrow. The crew hooted, and even Kidd cracked a grin.
“Got some guts, Y/N,” he said, pointing his tankard at you. “Maybe you’re a better match for Killer than I thought.”
The night wore on, the teasing gradually dying down as the crew got distracted by their usual antics—arm-wrestling, drinking contests, and arguments over who owed who money. You and Killer slipped away to the deck, the cool night air a relief after the stuffy mess hall.
The stars were out, glittering above the endless sea. You leaned against the railing, and Killer stood beside you, his mask catching the moonlight. “They’re gonna be insufferable for a while,” you said, half-laughing.
“They’ll get bored eventually,” Killer replied, his voice soft. “They’ve got short attention spans.”
You turned to him, studying the familiar lines of his mask. “You think Kidd’s actually okay with this?”
Killer nodded. “He’s pissed we didn’t tell him, but he trusts me. And he respects you. He’ll get over it.”
“Good,” you said, reaching for his hand. His fingers laced with yours, strong and steady. “Because I’m not giving this up just because Heat’s got a big mouth.”
Killer laughed, pulling you closer. “Good. ‘Cause neither am I.”
You stood there together, the ship rocking beneath you, the secret no longer a secret but something stronger—something the whole crew, in their chaotic, ridiculous way, had accepted. And as Killer tilted his mask to kiss you again, this time with no need to hide, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was exactly as it should be.
