One Piece Oneshots

Cavendish X Reader

GreenR: hello. I have something I really need ro rant about, so if you have something better to do than listen to me (which probably do) just move on to the shot.

I never understand why they all like Angel. I mean, I haven't watched all of the series yet, but it's clear even to me that he's an idiot. Some sort of tragic knight, who is oh - so sad because he has a fucking soul. Like what the heck? Spike is so much cooler as a vampire than him.

Rant over. Enjoy the shot.

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"Table three is ready," you took the plates with food from Sanji and headed for the table. The couple sitting there were one of the very few humans in the bar, and since it was already two in the morning, they looked rather weary.

Younger looking one of the girls thanked you for the food and you gave her a little smile. Both of the girls' clothes were ragged and covered in small splatters of blood. Obviously hunters. Night was always the best time for hunting and after it, many of them landed at Lev's, the bar you worked at. There was quite a lot of different hunters, and that was understandable.

After the Alliance, which allowed quite a bit of supernatural creatures to come out of the shadows, new food resources were needed. Since they obviously couldn't hunt humans anymore. Dear world, they can starve to death but that can't happen that few humans die. But that was how hunters came to be. They hunted for the animals and herbs some of the creatures needed, but it was rather dangerous, so you needed to be brave to do it. And also good with gun and flashlight. You can't believe how hard that latter may be.

You went back to the counter and greeted a new guest, transparent boy of about sixteen  hovering above the ground. Mentally you sighed. Ghosts scared the customers away, no matter how they looked or acted. They made rooms cold enough to use them as refrigerators and you felt unhappy when you talked to them, because every second of their excistence was a reminder of death. Also most of them made really bad knock knock jokes.

"B. J," you smiled despite the gloom and leaned your elbows on the counter. "What can I get you today?"

"You can die and be with me in afterlife."

"Ach, let me check the schedule," you flipped through the calendar that was nailed on the wall, just next to cheap repro of Mona Lisa that was used for darts. "Can't do this week. I still have work."

Ghost sighed and temperature lowered few degrees more. Your uniform skirt and blouse didn't cover much and you could already feel goosebumps covering your body. Like a chicken without feathers and in blood red high heels. Truly a sight lovely to see.

"But maybe I can die next week," you said, seeing few customers head for the doors. Even outside was warmer than around Billie right now.

"That's what you said last week," Billie complained and flew out through the wall. It was instantly warmer. You felt truly sorry for  poor guy. He was just so lonely all the time, with only Lev's grandma to keep him company. Well, her ghost anyways.

"One of these days he's gonna come and wring your neck," Sanji said from kitchen where he was cooking. Business was slow but he still needed something to do. Plus, soon rest of the hunters would fall in too, hungry as pack of wolves and then you would need any piece of food you found.

"Nah, as soon as I get the money together I'm out of here," you eyes sparkled with extasy. Sanji stared at the wall as you started to talk about your escape plan. Again.

"First I'll get together enough money to Moscow. From there I'll try to...you know," you didn't like talking about that part.

"You'll find your uncle Sergei who has never gotten along with your mother and will surely help you," Sanji said with a sigh.