One Piece Oneshots

Coby X Reader

GreenR: this is a little shorter one than usually, but I like it. I wrote the reader bit more like myself this time.

Law: you mean being violent, loud-mouthed-

GreenR: yup

Law: at least you admit it.

GreenR: y'know I heard from somewhere that people look for friends and mates that are like them.

Law: I understood that this was an insult.

GreenR: good, I really wouldn't have guessed.

Law: sod off.

GreenR: love ya too

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"Get out you fucking bastard!" You yelled from top of your lungs, throwing a flowerpot at your pink-haired boyfriend, but he dodged so it flew against the wall, shattering dirt and leaves everywhere along with the porcelain shards.

"Calm down already!" He yelled back at you and backed few steps when the next thing that lunged at him was a knife. It was stopped by a door, blade cutting small line into his cheek so the blood dripped down in big scarlet pearls.

"Don't tell me to calm the fuck down!" You cried, tears streaming down your red angry face, "can you just leave already!"

"Fine!" Coby shouted back, turning to the door and marcing out, leaving angry you behind, so he didn't see you falking on your knees and crying. He stomped along the street until few people who were still out that late looked at his bleeding face weirdly, so he went to the small street bar to get some calm.

When he sat down with his drink by the counter in a smokey bar, he noticed and old man playing violin in one corner. The shrieky noises made his head hurt even more, but soon they were over, and old man came to sit next to him.

"Wooh, how on earth did you get that?" Geezer grinned, showing off his rotten yellowish teeth which were only few left.

"A girl," Coby mumbled, not really knowing why he was telling the old man that.

"Oh, I special one, I assume?"

"Very,"

"Married?"

"Naw," that seemed a little emotional topic for conversation.

"Did you ask?"

"Why so many questions?" Not that he really minded. No matter what, he was always the good mannered kiddo around older people. He was just curious why that old man asked so much.

"Oh well, asking is my thing. Not yours I read though"

"I planned to ask tonight," Coby fished out small box with a beautiful silver ring in it.

"What happened?"

"When I came home tonight, she was realky out of it. She had found out she was pregnant and wanted to tell me,"

"But what's wrong with that?" Old man's eyes widened, "you seem like you like kids,"

"Oh I do, but the first one to hear the news was her mom," man made an understanding sound. "And she's a -excuse the word- old bat. And when she found out Y/N's pregnant, well,that wasn't nice,"

"Why not?"

"We are not married. And her mom is a little-" Coby scrunched his nose up in distaste.

"Old school?"

"Ancient,"

"But why the cut?"

"She was pissed off and when I came home with the ring and the stuff it was all too much for her and she got mad at me. The fault is on me too, I put too much pressure on her. And then she kicked me out, probably the right to do anyways," Coby looked even gloomier than before.

"Well, you know what my father always used to say: man has only two things to fear in this world, God and his wife," he smiled and ended another bottle. "And you look like you don't need God, so go back to that girl. She's too good for you, and that's exactly why you give me that beer right now," he took the bottle from Coby's hand, "go back to your girl, tail between legs, apologise and then protect her from that bat,"

"Sounds like a plan, actually," Coby gave a little smile to man and jogged out towards  your flat. He knocked on the door many times but you just yelled something at him from inside. He sat down in front of the door, "I'll wait here then. I'm sorry"

He leaned his head against the door and watched the sun set behind small houses. On summer islands like those you were lucky to have more than three hours decent night. Behind the door you got up from the floor and leaned against the door.

You had never intended to lash out at him like that, but your mom really had been a witch back then. Just because she had you sixteen years old (apologies to your mothers, it's just the story, okay? And I'm not saying teenage moms are sluts, okay, that's just the character. I just felt like I should apologise for that) and never met your dad again, doesn't mean you were like that. And having baby wouldn't be bad! You were already 27 and you did want kids. She was really doing you unjustice.

You stood up awkwardly and opened the door. He had fallen asleep against the doorframe and you smiled softly at that goofy face. God, you hoped he would forgive you, you thought as you wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.

"Y/N....." Coby mumbled slowly and blinked. Then his eyes shot open and fixated on you, "Y/N. Jeesh, I'm so sorry,"

"Why?" You were confused and then noticed the blood on his collar, "come in, I'll get that cleaned up," you ran to the bathroom and grabbed first-aid kit from there. When you came back he was already on the couch, fiddling with his fingers, looking gloomy.

"Hey," he looked up, it seemed like he was supposed to smile, or be sad or apologise, "chin up," you dabbed the blood away with  cleaner and put the plaster on it, "all done."

"I'm sorry," he took your hands.

"Why? I was the one who attacked you. And screamed. And kicked you out. I'm the villain here,"

"Your mom," you snickered at that, "it wasn't a joke, she started it. But I say, fuck all that," you were really surprised. He never ever sweared, "lets be happy just to spite her okay? And I'm really happy for the baby so," you had been smiling all the time and when he know got down to one knee your cheeks felt like ripping apart, "please marry me?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Finally,"