One Piece Oneshots

Young! Franky X Reader

GreenR: hellloooo dudes and dudettes, isn't it just a lovely day now.

Law: *throws a pillow at her* it's night you nutcase! Go to sleep!

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Your arms were already hurting from holding them up on sides, so you sighed and focused your eyes on the teenager kneeling in front of you. He was driving few screws on the metal boot on your leg and the blue strands of hair were spiking everywherw.

"Are you done yet?" You groaned and fiddled your fingers to wake them up.

"You were the one who wanted metal armor," he set another piece of it on place and tightened the screws. You moved your leg a bit and to your surprise it even moved, despite all the metal piled on it.

"I asked you to make me a chestplate. Do you know what a chestplate is Fra? It's the plate that goes on my chest," you rolled your eyes and continued, "and if you're not very familiar with the term, chest is where my boobs are,"

"You asked a protective gear, I'm doing exactly what you asked," he patted the metal on your leg and took a step away. "Looks good to me," your legs were were covered with metal plates up to your thighs, arms to shoulders and between it was the chest armor. You balled your hands into fists and to your surprise the metal bended easily. When you stretched your hand again it became straight.

"Whackadoodles, that's cool," you praised masterful work he had done on it, but then became suspicious. "You didn't add any of your crazy weapons, did you?"

"I'm glad you asked," he stepped closer and dug his fingers under your shoulderplate, taking it off easily. "See? It's sort of a throwing blade you can use. And in case I added some explosives too,"

"Fra, in case you haven't noticed, I'm an assassin," you mocked, whispering, "I can't use explosives,"

"Just in case. And I also added the holders for your weapons. The knives are in boots, by the way," all while he was ralking he was still tinkering with smaller parts of the armor until you patted his hands away.

"Enough enough, I can manage the rest. So, how much do I owe you?"

"Nah I," he became bit flustered, "it was a fun small thing, just leave it,"

"So a week's worth of dinners and lunches?" He nodded embarrasedly and you stretched yourself, eager to try the new outfit. "Do you have anywhere I could practice a bit with it?" He lef you to the backyard, sorry junkyard, and you made few kicks in the air for a try.

"Good metal," you mumbled while your hands and legs kept giving hits to the invisible enemy, dodging from it's strikes. With a slightbent you grabbed two knives from your thighs and made a difficult maneuver, stopping the blade just a second before Franky's throat.

"That's really awesome," you bellowed, putting the knives away,"what material did you made it from?"

"Just some weird scraps I had laying around," he shrugged and watched as you carefully removed the armor, placing the pieces on one of the worktables. The funny thing with the armors he made you was that first time it was quite difficult to get the right sizes and screw them on, but after when it was ready it was like pulling on clothes.

"Now," you swinged you arm over his shoulders, "I believe I owe you dinner, what do you fancy?"

"How about cola?" He asked hesitantly.

"Gurrlll, you can't live on cola forever," you protested but still stopped by the shop to get some. "It doesn't count as a proper meal though. How can you grow big and strong if you live only on sugar? You'll stay a shortie like that forever," you messed his hair with your free hand, annoying him.

"I'm not a shortie, you can just say it because you'te older than me," he sulked and you tugged on his cheeks, pulling his mouth into a weird smile, "owthashurshh,"

"Never mention the age again," you said gravely, "I'm still eighteen,"

"Six years in a row?" The look you were giving him grew murderous, so he gulped and hurried to a save, "I mean, of course you are eighteen, there is no other chance," he laughed nervously and gave you sideways glance. Your fave was suddenly bit sad. "What's wrong Y/N-neechan? It was only a joke, you know right?"

"Nah, I know that." you stared off at the distance, "how many years have I been here already?"

"Six or seven I think," Franky shrugged, "what of it then?"

"Nothing," you suddenly grinned widely and  grabbed the cola from him, running forward, "I bet you can't catch me!"

"Wait!" He sprinted after you.

Next morning

"Hey Tom," Franky came down the second floor, "have you seen Y/N-nee?"

"I think she had some business in the port," old man averted his disciples eyes and hurried off, leaving confused Franky to walk towards the port. Why would you have left so early? You never woke up early due to your work at nights.

When he reached the port nobody woulf look him in the eye, until one of the workers came to him and gave him a dirty envelope and said he was sorry. Franky ripped the letter open, still not understanding other's behaviour.

Hey Fra, the letter read.
I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly, but I have spent enough time in Water Seven already. It's time to move on for us all.

You probably already know that being an assassin isn't the nicest profession and I have made some slips in the past, so I got to the wanted list. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you all because of the bounty hunters who come after me, so I'm going.

I hope you understand why I did this and won't be angry for too long.

XXX
Y/N

By the time the letter was over tears were streaming down his face and he was rubbing them off furiously too not cry in front of others. He turned around and sprinted away from the port, running until he got to the small secret base you two had build in the junkyard, so he could read your letter again. This time he noticed a small note at the bottom.

P.S. if I can't reach out to you anymore or come back, know that I love you, shortie. You're the best little brother I could have ever had.