One Piece Oneshots

Killer

A/N: this is a lil wonky but hopefully ya'll will love her anyway <3 

Killer wasn't one to indulge in much self-care.

Taking care of the kid pirates and kid the pirate was a tough task in itself. Sure, occasionally he would lightly pamper himself, cooking something tastier, for instance, something for himself, although he would also make it for the whole crew, it still felt like some self-treating.

Eustass Kid himself sometimes wonders if Killer is even capable of selfishness. Of course, one could debate that becoming a pirate in search of the one piece is a selfish act.

"Oi Killer! Why did you become a pirate?" Kid overheard a crewmate ask.

"So Kid can find the One Piece." He answered while tying the mast.

If any other man were to say a thing as that, the redhead would've laughed his ass off, risking your life in the seas after a precious treasure most likely dying, and in the slim chance of acquiring it to simply let another man have it? Truly ridiculous.

But this wasn't any man.

It was his man.

I mean, his best man.

This was his first mate Killer.

But what could he do for him? He wouldn't accept anything with a large value, not even for a mask.

Maybe he could treat himself by hooking up with a prostitute?

"Fuck yeah that's it!" Kid thought. "But it can't be a cheap one! It has to be fancy! Like it doesn't even fuck for money!"

And just like that, the pirate was set on finding a nice prostitute for his crewmate.

As soon as they docked, he began his search.

Meanwhile, Killer took a walk around the busy island.

Many smells impregnated the air, from fresh bread to flowers, merchants offering a variety of products, parents with their children, and other civilians littered around the area.

"This looks like a nice place to raise kids." He thought to himself.

"Why are there so many fucking brats around?" Kid thought as he looked for a nice hoe for a nice man.

"Oranges! Oranges! Ten percent off!" A merchant exclaimed nearby.

"Oi! Do you know where I can find a brothel?" Kid asked the plump man.

"Sir this is a child-friendly area!" The man exclaimed astounded as his cheeks flushed.

"Do the damn brats know where I can find a nice whore?" Kid asked impatiently.

The flushed man was shocked. How could someone be so vulgar?

"I suggest you ask someone else, sir." The man shooed him away.

"Fine, I'll ask someone else for a nice hoe." He sneered.

"I sell hoes and shovels!" Another merchant exclaimed.

"Not that type of hoe!" Kid barked.

Meanwhile, Killer found himself in an area that was filled with stores and spas.

"I wonder what's in a spa-"

"Sir?" A female voice interrupted Killer's thoughts.

"Hm?" Killer hummed, trying to find where the voice came from.

"Look down." The voice instructed.

As he followed said orders his eyes met some (e/c) ones.

"Sorry to bother you- but your hair is so pretty! Can I braid it or something?" The little girl asked.