One Piece x Reader Oneshots (NO REQUESTS)

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire (Smoker x Reader)

"There's a Marine ship chasing us, Captain!"

"Then get ready to engage. It's high time we had some fun, don't you say boys?" You were met with loud cheers of approval and you grinned widely. "My bounty could use a little improvement after all..." you mused, smirking to yourself and you caressed the hilt of the sword you wore at your hip.

The ship swung around to face the Marine vessel, the wind catching the billowing sails, making them groan with the strain as if in anticipation of the blood that was soon to be spilled.

As you drew closer to the Navy ship, they opened fire on you, a single cannonball whistling through the air only to pass you by and fall harmlessly into the sea. A warning shot. You smirked and ignored it, eyes narrowing as you watched the Marine's on board begin to panic, readying themselves for battle.

More shots were fired, this time aimed to kill. But once again, they barely grazed the ships paint job, landing with a splash amongst the white-tipped waves. You laughed.

"The Navy still can't aim for shit, I see. Let's show them how it's done, men."

The return fire hit home and the sounds of splintering wood and screaming men were met with cheers of triumph from your crew. They had taken out the main canons on the Marine vessel, ensuring there would be no unpleasant surprises from them once you were close enough to board.

As the ships drew nearer, your eyes scanned the Navy soldiers, taking in their fearful expressions, their shaking knees, the sweat that beaded on their brows. Now.

But before you could leap across the gap between the ships, your vision was obscured by a billowing cloud of smoke. Wispy tendrils reached out to wrap around your wrists, sending your sword clattering against the deck. They tightened and your eyes widened. Only one kind of smoke that can do that.

"Long time no see, Smoker-san."

The tendrils seemed to falter, as if in recognition, before tightening again and the face of a man emerged from the billowing cloud. His eyes narrowed as they skated over your features, and he hissed through the lit cigars clenched between his teeth.

"[Name]," he grunted, a hint of surprise hidden in his voice.

You looked around, noting that your crew had been overwhelmed, now kneeling on the deck with their arms shackled behind their backs. A woman with navy hair and spectacles oversaw them, watching your exchange with the Marine Vice Admiral.

"Is this really the way to treat an old friend, Smo-chan?"

He flinched at the pet name, the clouds of vapour surrounding your wrists forming two gloved hands that tightened to the point it was painful.

"I told you to never call me that. And we were never friends."

You smirked, your eyes shining. "Oh, that's right. I guess it's a little hard to form a friendship when you do more fucking than talking."

He growled at you, blowing a lungful of smoke into your face. You held your breath, turning your head away from the pungent fumes. You noticed the rest of the Marines staring open-mouthed at the two of you, and you smiled. No doubt they were surprised to hear this little tidbit of their superior's past. The navy-haired woman looked shocked, to say the least.

"You know I never approved of your smoking habit, Smo-chan," you said softly. He ignored you, turning you around to clasp your hands behind your back, reaching behind him to pull a pair of shackles from his belt and locking them around your wrists.

You pressed your back against his broad chest, feeling the sharp intake of breath as you surprised him. "Ooh, kinky. Reminds me of that time we-"

"Shut up," he growled, taking you roughly by the arm and leading you away. He turned to the bespectacled woman, who had been looking between the two of you in bewilderment. She snapped out of her shocked daze as her commanding officer barked his orders.