One Piece Oneshots

Corazon X Reader

GreenR: Law, look at that. Law, look at that. Law, look at-

Law: I HEARD ALREADY! WHAT IS IT?!

GreenR: I drew female human Brook *waves with the drawing*

Law: okay. Good.

GreenR: :) :) :) I was thinking of making one of those of every strawhat.

Law: that explains why that shot sucks.

GreenR: yeah, it took me almost an hour. Not much of time for writing.

Cora: I think it's okay.

GreenR: *siiigh* sometimes I think I chose the wrong guy. Law, how does it make you feel that your pretty-much-dad is more charming than you?

Law: *shrugs* meh.

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He lifted his head a bit and pulled pillow under it since his neck was starting to hurt. Setting his head back to previous position he turned his eyes back at you and smiled slightly. As if you had felt something watching you,  you tucked a stray strand of hair behind you ear and scratched behind your ear, leaving there an accidental purple paint splotch.

You tucked your leg slightly under you as you leaned closer to the painting you were working on and chewed on your lip slightly. Even though you prefered working in your studio to working in bedroom, you couldn't help it. It didn't seem right to leave Roci to wake up alone, and nobody said that the lightening was too bad in here. I MEAN IT WAS SHITTY, BUT YOU AIN'T GONNA ADMIT IT IF IT MEANT YOU COULD BE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND MORE!!! AND MAN, I LOVE CAPITAL LETTERS!!! THEY ARE SO CAPITAL-Y!!!

A small red splotch, just next to your nose. Messed up hair pulled up into a bun and put in a place with long and slender brush. Few strands were still falling on your forehead and you blowed them away annoyedly. Roci grinned and shifted a bit when he noticed your furrowed eyebrows and lower lip, which was frowning as you worked on specifically hard part of the painting.

Soft light was falling from the high window and lit you up from behind, like an angel with a halo. (Am I the only one who finds it so sweet my teeth are hurting? Nevermind, I have a doctor's appointment anyway)

"Can you look away?" You said and made him blush slightly. He really hadn't thought you noticed.

"Why?" He yawned. "You always say: to really understand a work of art, one must look at it more than a minute, not like those chicken-headed tourists in museums."

"Point taken," you put paints and brushes down and pushed easel away, getting of the chair and walking to the bed. "And very good save," you sat down on it, tucking feet under the blanket to warm them and watched him sitting up. Man, you had to draw that one morning.

"Yeah, well, gotta do my best," he chuckled. "What were you painting anyways?"

"Secret," you winked and put a finger on your lips. His face fell a bit, frowning.

"Are you dealing with art thieves again? I told you that making copys and selling them is illegal, right?" You sighed.

"Your brother is practically mafioso and you worry about my little criminal record?" You poked him with a toe. "But don't worry, it's gonna be Y/N L/N original this time."

"Can I see?" He started getting up from the bed, but you pushed him back and shook your head frantically.

"It's gonna be a surprise. You have to be willing to wait for it," he sighed boredly and pouted. (Sorry, I just can't: CUUUUUTEEEEE!!!) "Oh come on, don't be a child,"

"I'm not," he turned his head aside.

"Uhuh. I would have sworn you are," you gave him a smug look, "I'll be back in a five," you got up and walked out. It took him about five seconds to fall out of bed and hurry to the easel. "I saw it," you poked your head back in the room, annoyed.

"Saw what?" He looked at you innocently. "I did nothing."

"Yeah," you grabbed a blanket and threw it over your painting. "Better cover up everything you were not trying to stare at."

"You didn't say that before," he mumbled sulkingly and got up from the floor.