One Piece Oneshots

Killer X Reader

GreenR: who the frick even invented russian?! It's terrible!

Law: russians perhaps. And it's disrespectful to say so.  *gets hit by a piano flying though the air*

GreenR: you see, I pretty much like studying russian. But at the moment not so much, so don't test my patience and just shut up.

Law: *mumbles something from under the piano*

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You chewed angrily on the tip of your pen and stared dumbly at the blank paper. Just a little hint, that paper was not supposed to be blank. It was supposed to be filled with most beautiful words your mind could offer to describe the main character of your book.

But yeah, writing is hard. So far you had written three sentences in the whole morning and you absolutely hated them. But you didn't want to erase them either, in case they looked better later.

"Yo watcha doin'?" Killer leaned against the railing you were sitting on and glanced curiously at your work.

"Working," you barked, much more meanly than you intended. But at the moment you weren't sorry either.

"The same part again?" He smiled understandingly although you couldn't see that scarred smile of his because he was wearing that bloody mask again. Sometimes the idiot even slept with it. "Why don't you shoot someone? That could help," he offered.

"That's a good idea. Get me a gun."

"No I meant in your book," he tapped on the papers. "Didn't you say once, it helped."

"Yeah but then I was writng completely different-oh, wait a minute," lightbulb lit up above your head when the brilliant idea came upon you. "It's perfect, thank you," you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer for a second, pressing a kiss on the forehead of his mask. Then you grabbed your pen and started maniacally scribbling.

"I knew it, shooting people always helps," he grinned and you looked up again with grim expression. "I know I know," he raised his hands in surrender before backing away, "I'll go so I won't disrupt your flow of thoughts."

He walked away and climbed up to crow's nest as his turn to keep watch was starting. Only person in the nest was Heat and he was about to be kicked out from there.

"Yo Killer-chan," he waved happily at the death aura that surrounded the first mate. "What is it? Did Y/N kick you out again so she could write?"

"No," Killer argued defensively. "Okay maybe. And don't call me Killer-chan, it's annoying."

"But you let Y/N call you that," Heat pursed his lips and tried to look hurt. That damn drama queen. "And you never tell her that it's annoying,"

"Yeah, but there's a slight difference between you and her," Killer frowned. Okay, quick comment here. I write that he 'frowned' or 'smiled' and shit, but no one can actually see it, because of the mask, okay. It's sort of like they have known him for such a long time they can already tell what expression he has.

"Yeah yeah, I know," Heat started climbing down by the ropes, but still poked his head over the edge of the nest to ask: "does that mean I don't have the chance to score with you?"

"Go the fuck to sleep already," Killer threw a pineapple at him, which he catched from the air. "and remind me not to let you keep watch over thirty hours,"

"Okay, sir," Heat climbed down and headed for the galley to get knife and eat the pineapple.

"Damn bonehead," Killer grumbled and then stopped. Few more negative thoughts and he would end up like captain. God forbid that.