One Piece x Reader One Shots

Kill me- Killer x F! Reader

*Killer's POV*
     I try my best to focus on my duties as second in command, but I feel my eyes drift back to her every now and then. Thank the sea kings I wear a helmet. I don't know what I would say if she caught me.
     Again, my eyes drift to her. Playing cards with Heat and Wire. I watch as she wins, slamming her cards on the ground and standing up.
       "Take that bitches," Middle fingers raised, "I won~ Oh yeah~ Uh Uh I won~" She dances around singing a little victory song. I nearly laugh at the sight, NEARLY. I shake my head with a sigh and turn back to watching the sea.
         "I saw that shit!" My smile drops as I turn to face Kid.
         "What 'shit'?" Of course, I already knew where this was going. We've been there a million times.
         "You starin at your crush~" Waggling a metal finger in front of my helmet, with that ever confident smirk.
          "Knock it off Kid, I'm not in the mood." Smacking his finger away from me, I go to turn away. Hoping to be finish the conversation before it began, but oh no. The red head refuses to let me off that easy.
         "You wouldn't be so damn grumpy, if you just TALKED to her about it," He jabs my side, "I'm gettin' sick of it."
           "....."
          "Talk to who?" Dammit Kid!
           Turning towards the angelic voice, I look down to see Y/N. Eyes wide with curiosity, head tilted ever so slighty. Fuck, she's gonna kill me.
           "No one, it's unimportant. Do you want to help me with dinner tonight?" Yes, topic change. Real smooth.
           She seems to take the bait though, "Of course, don't I always?" And with that she's off.
           "Oof-"
           "Quiet starin' she ain't a piece of meat!"
           "Was that really necessary?"
           "Maybe not, but you're pissin' me off."

~Time Skip to dinner~

*Y/N POV*
       Killer always has me cut up vegetables, probably because I don't know a damn thing about cooking. I feel like maybe he doesn't actually need help, maybe he just wants company?
         "Why do you always ask me to help you, Kill?" It's a nickname I've called him for a while, he's never complained, so why not?
          "It's nice being in your presence..." I wait for him to add on to that statement, but I realize he isn't going to.
          With a sigh I turn to face him, "I'm done, do you need anything else?"
           He walks over to collect my work, "No, that's all. Thank you Y/N..." He sounds so disappointed, it makes my heart ache.
           Before he could get back to cooking I call for him, "Hey Kill?"
           "Yes?" I watch as his helmet tilts slightly down to look at me.
           Grabbing both sides of his mask I bring it to my face. Kissing where his mouth would be, it might not be his lips, but I want to kiss him, so I will.
            Letting go, I skip out of the kitchen. Happy with my work. I've been oh so productive today.

*Killer's POV*
          I feel myself blushing madly, trying to focus on what I was doing, but her lips so close to me was intoxicating and I couldn't even feel them. She's gonna kill me. I swear it.

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I might do a part 2 of this one??? I don't know :/