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Nagito Komaeda x Pirate!Reader - The Richest Bounty

REQUESTED BY: Dumbass45

A/N: Enjoy some piracy!

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Another great day of plundering for you, it seemed. When you'd gotten that tip from the bar about all the wealth that the Komaeda family had hidden away, you'd figured it was just a ruse; after all, the richest family you knew of in this area happened to be the Togami clan.

But here you were, lo and behold, finding riches untold of in their basement. It was enough to be able to make your late father emerge from the ocean depths with glee.

You and your crew were feared all across the nations; (l/n) and her crew, sailors of The Black Diamond, not people that the wealthy wanted to cross paths with. They'd been successful enough to make even the feared Togami family scared of them, something you had been proud of. This crew had been your father's, many years before. You'd grown up on the high seas with men who were like your second family.

Everything had been going well enough for you. You'd struck when the family was out travelling, or so their neighbors had claimed, and there was a great chance you'd be able to get out without anyone ever knowing anything was amiss. The one thing you hadn't counted on, however, was the family's only son to come home in the middle of your raid.

The boy was roughly about your age, a sickly pallor to his skin and stark white hair that hung low over his eyes, which seemed to be red-rimmed and puffy. His clothes hung off his frame in tatters, secured with what seemed to be a woman's ruby red sash.

His name, as you'd figured out, was Nagito. You'd decided to kill him at first, but when he expressed no fear of death, you grew confused. A young man of his age should not be prepared to meet the reaper, you decided. And so you decided to take him with you once you gauged just how ill he really seemed.

Nagito was a young man of chronic illness; his first weeks on your ship were rife with seasickness and fever. Some of your crew complained to you about how useless he was, but you insisted on keeping him. The boy's eyes looked just like your own once had, after all. You knew the forlorn spirit he carried.

And so you spent your days  commanding your crew and your nights caring for the young man. Nagito, for the most part, was thankful for your assistance, though he often expressed his want to just be tossed overboard to die. At first it frustrated you, but you very quickly found out why.

The day before you'd raided his home for loot, he'd been traveling with his parents. They'd won a great cash prize in another county, but while they were on the road to claim it, bandits attacked their carriage and his parents were slain, their money stolen, and the carriage burnt to the ground -- Nagito was the only survivor of the wreckage, as the horses had had their legs broken in the fight. He'd been forced to walk back to town in only what he had been wearing at the time, along with the small pouch of money he'd hidden on his person at the time. But the money had run out quickly, and he'd very nearly died on the way, saved only by a kindly middle-aged woman who gave him food and money, as well as giving him her sash to hold his trousers up with.

Your heart went out to him, having lost your own mother in a raid when you were a child, and you found yourself spending even more time with him. As the weeks wore on, he got healthier and stronger -- and you found yourself falling in love with him.

Nagito began helping out around the boat -- in the galley cutting up fruit, tending the sails, or just standing near you while you steered the boat, chatting. Soon enough, the crew warmed up to him -- especially Hajime, another young man you'd picked up a while ago.

Your days were spent laughing with your crew, and your nights were full of soft whispers and lingering gazes.

Unbeknownst to you, Nagito had fallen in love with you a while before.

From the day his fever first broke and he awoke to you gently stroking his hair and singing a lullaby to him, his heart had begun to eagerly accept your gestures and kind looks. It had been a while since he'd felt so close to someone, and while he was scared to death of his good fortune suddenly turning for the worse, he couldn't help but feel content.

He'd been given a diagnosis before the raid on his family, a grim warning that he only had years left. He hadn't wanted to accept it, but he was fully ready to die -- but now that he was surrounded by friends and by you, he'd begun to rebel against that warning. He had a new reason to live. He had people.

It was rough at first; he was no stranger to the grumblings of the crew whenever he was lucid enough to register anything other than a dull rumble. He knew he wasn't welcomed because of how horribly sick he could become; he'd half-expected you to give up on him come the third straight week of sickness because he had shown no sign of recovering.

But you persisted where others gave up. You insisted on treating him when others would have put him out. And for the first time, his heart begun to skip a beat whenever he registered your nearness. For the first time... he felt stirrings of love.

As the weeks dragged by and he was able to sit up for longer periods of time, he began to crave your presence. He craved the moments when you would walk into your quarters and smile, greeting him warmly. He began to await those nights when all you would do was lie beside him so that he could listen to your heartbeat and thank the Maker that he was still alive.

And when the days finally came where he was declared healthy enough to move about the ship, he could have jumped for joy.

He immediately began to help out wherever he could; usually that meant working in the galley along with Hajime, peeling and cutting up fruit and vegetables for meals, but sometimes he would be put to work mopping the deck or tending to the sails, or even helping you steer (he thanked his lucky stars that his parents had taught him to navigate as part of his seafaring phase as a child). His gratitude only grew during the days that he was near you. You grew lovelier by the day, even if you looked a bit rugged most days from your duties as captain.

He loved everything about you. Your straggly hair held back under your hat, your weathered hands, your voice -- you were the best thing that had happened to him in a long time, and he hoped every night that you could understand that.

It just so happened that, one night, you were celebrating another successful haul with your crew. Someone had brought out the good booze and your crewmates were having a wonderful time, drinking and laughing.

You yourself had taken a glass, resigning yourself to only one so that you could remain sober enough to navigate. Nagito had joined you, though he wasn't a drinker -- he explained that his father had a horrible tolerance for alcohol, and the last thing he wanted was to be too much of a lightweight and a burden.

The two of you remained up on the deck, admiring the stars and talking together. Somehow, the truth about your raiding his family house came to light, and he admitted that he held feelings for you.

"(y/n)... when I say that I've... fallen in love with you, I truly mean it. You've brought me new hope for the future."

You grew quiet for a few moments, processing this, before asking if he meant it.

His kiss of reply sealed it, and you set down your mug and kissed back, tangling your fingers in that unruly mane of white.

When you both broke away, breathless and blushing, you looked up at him with an endearing smile, tucking one lock of hair behind his ear.

"The greatest thing I've ever done was meet you. I love you too, Nagito."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! A bit backstory heavy, but hey.

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