One Piece Oneshots

Marco X Reader

GreenR: holy teddybears! My fingers hurt now!

Law: why are the teddybears holy?

GreenR: because they protect kids from the monsters under the bed.

Law: there is nothing under the bed, especially monsters.

GreenR: how do you know? Have you seen it?

Zoro: *comes to the room, dragging huge monster after him* catched him, Greenie.

Law: are you seriously telling me that fit under your bed? *suspicious aura. Why doesn't he ever believe me?*

GreenR: excuse you, does Zoro look like a teddybear? I mean, he does spend most of his time sleeping and is really cuddly-

Law: why do you think he's cuddly?

GreenR:I proved it scientifically. Anyways, this is for tonight's dinner, and not from under the bed! Just think about it: it's so dusty under the beds!

Le Reader: sorry Green-chan, but I'd actually like to read the story now, so maybe you could all be, y'know, little quieter.

GreenR/Law: sorry......

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You layed on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. It all was that stupid pineapple's fault! Somehow, you had gltten drunk at the last party and then got attacked by some bunch and he and Big Brother Ace had saved you. And after that he didn't seem like another big bro anymore. Marco, I mean. He seemed more like a guy, especially after he carried you back to the ship.

One of your hands was playing with a small throwing knife you used as a weapon and suddenly you sat up and threw it at the door in full force. Almost the whole door was covered in cutmarks left by knives and some had tiny scraps of paper in them. Before a picture of you, BB Ace and Marco had been there, but now you couldn't even look at the damn photograph, so you had destroyed it.

"What the holy hell am I gonna doooooooo!?" You howled out and threw yourself back on the bed.

"Do what?" You got up on your elbows and saw Ace at the doorway, grabbing an apple from your table.

"Nothing. And that's my food by the way," you marked, fingers already playing eith another knife.

"You hate apples anyways," he bit the apple and grinned mischieviously, "everybody knows you llllliiiiiikeee pineapples instead," you flashed deep red at his comment.

"Hush, do you want the whole ship to hear!" You got up from the bed and walked to the table, placing your knife on it.

"Well, most of the crew already knows, by the way, I ship it," he shoved rest of the apple into his mouth, "only one who doesn't is the poor guy himself,"

"Why are you calling him 'poor guy'?"you didn't understand.

"Because you like him, that means he has one more annoying problem on his list!" Ace laughed loudly and ran out of the room, you chasing him.

"Don't talk that way!" You yelled, trying to throw the knife at him but missing, "I'm not so bad! And I'm not a klutz!" As if the whole world was trying to prove you wrong, you tripped over the absolutely flat and smooth floor and fell flat on your tummy.

"Eh, this is just great," you mumbled and got up, rubbing your scraped knees.

"Are you alright-yoi?" You saw Marco standing in front of you.

"Eh? You mean me?" You blinked in surprise and pointed at yourself.

"You're the only one who fell over so yes-yoi," he chuckled and you blushed at the sound, mentally making up dozen brilliant answers to use right now.