One Piece One-Shots! - Requests Open

Fearless || Nami

(CW - Minor amount of sexual sarassment is a brief element used in this Oneshot. Just a heads up.)

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"Oi bartender, hit me with another whiskey."

You managed to croak, your hot cheek resting comfortably against the cold leather of your jacket. It had been a rough night for you. Right now, you were trying to burn it out with the Fireball you kept ordering. The barkeep cocked a brow at you, passing silent judgement before sliding you the glass. You took it up gratefully, sipping at the poison. She glanced at you a few times, unable to hide her curiosity as she finally speaks to you.

"You don't seem like the heavy drinker type. What's your damage?"

She asked. You looked over at her again. She was unbelievably pretty. Long, ginger hair fell far past her shoulders and draped down her back like a fiery waterfall. A mirthless chuckle escaped your mouth before you sipped at the glass again.

"Nothing major, not worth rememberin' anyway."

You replied. The answer doesn't seem to satisfy her, you could tell from the way her hazel eyes lingered on you. She fixed a drink for a fellow not too far down from your stool, and you let yourself get back to your thoughts.

Nothin' major... What a load of horse shit.

You thought bitterly to yourself, unable to push it out of your mind.

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"Fired?!"

"Exactly right, [Name]. The company has no more need for you here. I'm sure there are plenty of opportunities for new wor-"

The man jumped as you slammed your hand down against the desk, standing upright. You were a tall individual, and the way your boss cowered under your shadow emphasized it greatly. Your eyes narrowed at him viciously.

"May I ask the reason you're firing me, sir?"

You growled, venom dripping as you addressed him by the title. He swallowed, looking up at you sheepishly. You weren't stupid. You knew why. You just wanted him to grow a pair and say it to your face. You watched him take his time, gathering his courage before glaring up at you fearfully.

"B...B-Because you're terrifying, damn it!!! Now get off the premise b-before I call security on you!!"

He shot back, his voice high and squeaky as he shot up and pointed at the door. You let out a huff, shooting him one last death glare before turning on your heel to stalk out of the office.

"Fine, you've been a pain in the ass anyway."

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"--You okay there??"

You snapped your head up, brought out of the memory by a voice. It was the barkeep again... What was her name? You managed a grin, shifting slightly on the barstool.

"Yeah, yeah. Just got a little lost in thought,"

You paused, squinting at the small tag above her chest that held her name.

"Nami."

You looked back up at her, seeing her give you a small smile. You liked that smile. It was warm, radiant. Most smiles that were aimed your way were nervous or uncertain, so the little gesture felt like a nice change. You went back to your drink, but eventually your eyes wandered back to Nami. She really was beautiful. A sigh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, mentally blaming the drink for the rouge tint of your cheeks as you chug the rest of it down. Lovely as she was, that smile was only given to you because you were a customer. People like you were too scary for a fragile thing like love. You couldn't even remember your last relationship.. Maybe that was just because you forgot. Either way, you felt the chances were slim. Getting out of the depressing subject, you watched a man wander back towards the bar from the table section, a few of his friends not far behind him. He had an arrogant look about him, something told you he felt like starting trouble. He came over to where Nami was, leaning against the counter towards her. She only spared him a glance as she fixed drinks for the other patrons, flashing him a quick smile.