One Piece Oneshots

Killer X Reader

GreenR: okay that was fun

Killer: yeah, for you *sulks*

Law: I gotta agree with Green-ya, that was fun.

GreenR: well, thank you *is really surprised because Law never agrees with her*

Killer: you two are sadistic shitheads.

GreenR: you only now noticed?

Killer: I get one shot. One! In the whole book! and you ruin that too.

Law: well, it's not nice to brag but it just shows the talent.

Killer: I seriously hate you two right now.

GreenR/Law: *in unison* thank you!!

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You drew another marking on the floor and took a step back, admiring the pentagram you had drawn on your bedroom floor.

"sanctus ego praecipio tibi videri volo et concedo pro pretio rationabili," you chanted on a voice that should have reminded of great magicians of the past, "nullo pacto licet cum multa." Then you thought for a moment and added,  "habeo unde istuc tibi quod crustulum." (I used google translate so I can't give my head for the correctness of the spell, but it should mean: "unholy spirit, I command thee to appear and grant my wish for the reasonable price. no bargaining allowed with the deal. but I can give you cookies.")

The pentagram blazed and a shadow appeared from it, one with big horns and a tail that flicked behind him. It also had a mask draped over what you could call his face, if you had a great imagination.

"Who dares to summon me?" Shadow's voice thundered, "and on top of that, with this intolerable thing," one of his long nails pointed at the pentagram which you had drawn on the floor with the best sparkly pink neon paint you could find.

"Sorry, I was little short on chicken blood," you grinned awkwardly and rubbed your neck.

"Oh well, since I'm in such a good mood, and you promised me cookies, I'll hear your wish out," the demon sighed boredly and started wolfing down the plateful of marshmallow cookies whuch you had baken before. "But I want your soul too, don't think you'll be getting out of this one. These are really yummy by the way,"

"Yeah, I made them myself. Anyways," you shook your head to get it clear, "my wish: I want you to be my friend,"

"Sure, just sign the contract and in thirteen years- WAIT YOU WHAT!?" he coughed on the cookie he had been swallowing and pulled back his other hand with contract in it. "Do you even know, what you're asking?"

"Yes I do, I just asked you to be my friend," you repeated politely your wish and watched in awe as he pulled a large leather-bound book out of thin air and flipped through it's pages.

"Ay ay ay, it doesn't actually mention that to be against-hah, here," he showed you the blazing letters.

"It says that it's illegal for demons to kiss kangaroos that are falling out of the airplane's window!" You were irritated, "in which part is that related to my wish?!"

"Eh? You can read latin?" The demon looked disappointed, "alright, fine, I'll be your friend. Sign the contract," and a large roll of parchment flew out and he handed you a small red quill, "but it's thirteen years y'know, it might seem like a long time but before you know it's over. And you're just a kid. How old are you anyways?"

"Twenty," your hand was already scribbling over the paper, and as it did, you felt hot pain on your wrist and few drops of blood fell on the paper.