One Piece Oneshots

Dellinger X Reader

GreenR: *types the last word of the story and then falls asleep behind the computer*

Law: *picks her up and tucks in the bed* sorry about that, she just really wanted to finish one more story tonight and-

GreenR: Raxacoricofallapatorius! *in sleep*

Law: now she's so tired that she can't move anymore *knocks Greenie unconscious so she would stop talking in her sleep*

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You shifted nervously and pulled your jacket tighter around you, as you hurried down the main street. Since it was winter, it had gone dark early and it was also as chilly as Hell. But that wasn't what made you shiver. The pair of eyes you felt on your back, and the skow footsteps that had been following you all the time you had been walking were the things that made your blood run cold and your heart beating wildly.

You speeded your steps even more, cursing the high heels you had worn for the party, they made you so slow and you couldn't fight back in those. Although the steps behind you sounded the same, they were so much closer, and suddenly a hand grabbed onto your shoulder and threw you against the hard brick wall so you yelped in pain and looked at your attacker through teary eyes.

Dropping your purse, you took a fighting stance, rolling your hands into fists and facing the huge man in front of you. But your face fel when you saw four other guys lurking out of the shadows, all at least as big as the first one, and at least by looks, strong.

"Alright," your voice shook a bit so you gritted your teeth and tried to smile, "which one of you wants to get it first?" All of them howled in laughter, sounding like a pack of mad hyenas (yes Scar, I'm looking at you).

"What a dumb little bunny that one is," one man whistled, "she wants to fight,"

"Damn straight I wanna fight," you rolled your eyes, getting another thunderous wave of laughter. Then one of them lanched at you, fist readied, but you managed to duck. Your heel wavered a bit and broke, making you slump forwards and against the wall, making everything go black.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in a dark room, on one light shining down at you. You tried to raise your hands to control your hurting head, maybe it was bleeding, but you heard a sharp noise of cuffs and pain in your wrists. Those bastards had chained you up!

"Well, hello little bunny," one of the men lurked up, a shining meat axe in one of his hands, in the other was a small needle.

"What's that? Are we gonna practice cross-stitch?" You mocked and the man's ears turned red.

"Oh no, it's gonna be much more painful," he slided the tip of the needle down your arm, leaving down a scratchy mark and few drops of blood. And then suddenly, as if he found something, he smiled and pushed the needle through you skin and you screamed and screamed and screamed. He had found the nerve and pierced it right through.

"Just...just you wait," you panted through your tears, hand turning numb already, "my backup is soon here,"

"What backup?" The man had put the needle away and was trying the swing with his axe above your head, "you are all alone, that's why you make a perfect artwork," that psycho was going to chop you up for his painting!

"Oh just you wait, just you wait," you started repeating it like a mantra, not sure if you believed it yourself. You sure that he would find you, but when and how? Maybe he would come a week later and only find few bones and ripped up dress.

"Shut up!" The man had noticed your mumling and now his axe swinged with incredible speed towards your neck, you closed your eyes and...

The hit never came, you dared to open one of your eyes slowly, and you gasped in surprise when you saw your hero's familiar figure in front of you. He threw a look at you over his shoulder and his eyes were gleaming sadistically. His hand was still gripping the blade of an axe, blood dripping between his fingers.

"Better close your eyes again Y/N, it's gonna be messy, " he licked his lips on the last word and bared his sharp teeth, his eyes pure red now. You gritted your eyes together and pulled your bead between your shoulders, wishing you wouldn't have to hear the screams of the dying men, maniacal laughter and those damn splatters! You let out a small frightened cry as you heard nothing but silence and felt cuffs around your feet and wrists disappearing.

"Don't open your eyes yet," Dellinger (you probaby aready guessed it was him) warned you and you felt yourself being picked up, your right arm still tangled on the side uselessly as he carried you out of that house.

"Is it safe now?"

"Go ahead," but seeing the blood on his face and that maniacal expression you changed your mind amd closed them again, leaning your head against his chest. The clicking of his heels was calming and you yawned sleepily.

"Are we home yet?" You mumbled, meaning the Donquixote mansion, that shouldn't have been so far away.

"Little more," his voice was little more  pitchy this time and you were grateful, that meant he was slipping out of his sadist-mode.

"How did you find me?" You were still curious about the fact and feeling that you were being rude, half-sleeping like that, you opened your eyes and stared at his white earring instead. It was a really pretty earring.

"You didn't turn out last night after you left the bar, so we went to check on you and you weren't home either, we found your things on the street, and after that it was easy." He shrugged a bit but you still saw the proud grin on his face. He was really happy to have saved you, all on his own like a Superman.

"Okay. I feel sorry for those guys though," you looked back over his shoulder.

"Why should you? Look what they did to your arm!" Your arm was still limp against your body, absolutely numb and useless.

"I'm gonna get it fixed," you nuzzled your head under his chin and felt his skin warm up a bit at your touch. Come on, give the guy a break, he is only 16, and that means a ton of hormones running wild, especially while you're carrying a hot fighter in your arms (yes, I just called you hot, you're welcome). "I meant that I feel sorry for them because they had to fight against you," you popped his nose and cringed inwardly when you saw under the streetlight that your hand was bloody now.

"Hah, I know already," Dellinger grinned, his confidence unwavering as always, he pushed the door in front of you open and you saw for your surprise that you had reached the mansion.

"Of course, do you remember where you left my bag? My keys are in it," after the last year's incident at the Christmas party you had gotten a lock for your door (please don't ask what incident it was, I can only say that it consisted few naked guys, spin-the-bottle and booze, lots of it).

"My room," he carried you down the hallway and went into one of the dark rooms. Plopping you down on the bed he clicked the lights on and searched for your purse. Finally finding it he turned towards you and- didn't say anything.

You had curled into a small bloody ball on his bed, and were alreay snoring softly. Rolling his eyes he pulled the blanket over you and crawled next to you, falling asleep soon too.

Little extra about the morning

You woke up in the moring to someone's hot breath on your neck, and turned your head a bit, noticing Dellinger's shaggy blond hair from the corner of your eye. His arms were around your waist, okay, one of them was on the high waist ( I can't exactly say he was grabbing your tits in sleep, can I? Some children might be reading it. It's not impossible, just highly unlikely) and he was spooning you from behind.

Feeling really comfy and not exactly caring, you nuzzled closer to him and fell asleep again.