"You Want My Treasure? You Can Have It! I Left Everything I Gathered Together In One Place. Now You Just Have To Find It." The final words of a man so inspirational, they set an entire age of piracy and exploration into motion... But, what of someone who's never heard those words? Born of the Sky, the Earth and in-between, an Angel, Son of a Self-Proclaimed God and marked as the Devil of the Sky, Wielding a Crimson Blade he holds the power to witness and change the future for not just himself but the entire world. Wings that Burn with the same heat as the Sun, held aloft by the freedom to surpass Fate itself. It is time for your Descent! As the Wings of the Pirate King!

Pirate's life is full of obstacles, but human's ambition, their dreams know no limits. This is the story of Y/N, the man who simply wants to explore the world and live his life freely, chances are though, exploration and freedom won't be the only things that'll be on his mind... //I don't own the One Piece franchise. All the rights go to the creator of One Piece, Eiichiro Oda.//

If you don't shut your mouth, Imma shut it for ya, PUNK!!

"Could these people bring justice to my home?" After barely escaping his homeland, (Y/N) wandered the Grand Line, searching for those who could help him right the wrongs he had witnessed. Every step of his journey exposed him to more corruption, injustice, and evil, but it also showed him how wonderful the world could be. One fateful day, he crossed paths with a peculiar crew of pirates who called themselves the "Straw Hats." They were unlike any pirates he had ever encountered. __________________________________________________________________________________ The main love interest is Hiyori. There is no harem in this story. I don't own the characters or the story of One Piece. All rights belong to the owners.

You are a tired, underpaid over-caffeinated college student with no fear or shame that works part-time at a bar. There, you meet big scary men you have no trouble sassing, fellow exhausted college students, and a few members of the richie rich club. There will be humor, horny, stupidity, looney tunes ass fights. I hope you enjoy!

"Love is like a theif, it robs you of all thought and logic, and all you have left is a heart that you can only pray is strong enough to survive the rest..." - Karina Halle Eustass Kid was quickly rising to the top of the world. Violence was his mightiest weapon, and paired with his unwavering confidence, very few dared to mess with him. Times had changed since the war of Marineford, and it was the Worst Generation's time to shine. His time. The New World, however, wasn't kind to those who sought fame, fortune or power. Confidence and brute strength alone weren't enough to make it through such unforgiving waters, but Kid was stubborn. He'd never admit it, even if he knew. Even if it would kill him. By chance, his possible answer fell right into his lap, and he didn't even know it. Wit, charm, skill he did not possess, but oh-so annoying, he very nearly did away with it. If he had, perhaps things would have turned out differently. . . . . . EUSTASS KID X READER (X KILLER) THERE WILL BE NO WARNINGS FOR SMUT CHAPTERS ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ •Graphic Violence •High Coarse Language •Graphic Sexual References/Scenarios •Drug and Alcohol References •Possible Character Death •Killer's Juicy Man Teets One Piece and all canon characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. I do not claim ownership nor am I making any profit.

Eustass 'Captain' Kid. The wildest, cruellest pirate of the Worst Generation. You should have known better than being taken alive. [Trigger warnings: dub/con, lemon, bdsm, (mild)gore, stockholme syndrome, toxic/abusive relationship] The Captain and birdie, book 1.

When you think of a pirate as a kid, you would think they have an eyepatch and parrot on their shoulder. So guess my disappointment when I saw no parrot on shoulder but a lot of scars on the eye instead. So put a parrot. A big bright red parrot with a twist. A twist so large, that it'll change the plot a bit. A sixth crew member that acts as the overseer of the crew and protector. She records the adventures and writes down all the battles that transpire before her as she travels with the Strawhats. Read as she matches the Captain in craziness and rowdiness. Two birds of a feather one might say. She'll change your life through one page at a time. - "If I'm going down, I'm bringing somebody down with me..!" "I may not be as strong, as Zoro as his right hand man. Or be super fast like Sanji, his left hand. But I am his eyes. The eyes that help him see things that he cannot!" "Have you heard of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder..? Or in short PTSD?" "Our Arcus!!" "Be my Parrot!" Ranks/:/ Luffy #1/:/~***~/:/ 2/15/21 Franky #1/:/~***~/:/ 3/29/21 Nami #1/:/~***~/:/ 4/3/21 Zoro #1/:/~***~/:/ 4/22/21 Brook #1/:/~***~/:/ 6/2/21 Usopp #1/:/~***~/:/ 7/1/21 Zoro #1/:/~***~/:/ 7/2/21 Onepiecexoc #1/:/~***~/:/ 7/2/21 Chopper #1/:/~***~/:/ 7/6/21 Nami #1/:/~***~/:/ 10/16/21 Robin #1/:/~***~/:/ 10/16/21 ----- Cover by me

[Male Reader x One Piece] "Alright, [Y/N] dear, you have a busy day ahead tomorrow, and you mustn't forget to sleep. How will you be able to pick up your sword and defend the kingdom without any energy?" An older woman with dazzling golden blonde hair cooed her only child, her bright eyes filled with hope for the man he would become, for the future they had been building for him, one devoid of all the chaos and violence that embroiled the world around them. He would inherit an entire kingdom, and they wanted to give their little prince all the support that he would need while they were still around... "Can't you tell me one more story, mother? I just can't sleep!" The small boy cried, looking up at his mother. Never had she been able to say no to that face, the eyes he made. "Oh, alright..." Her voice sounded tired but she always treasured the time they spent together. "Fine, what do you wish to read tonight then? Brag Men, perhaps? Or maybe you would like to hear Liar Noland once more, hmm?" However, none of those were the books that he wanted. Rather, there was one book in particular that young [Y/N] had been dying to hear her read again, as she did most nights. His mother rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course, how could I have been so silly..." And, from the bookshelf, she carefully plucked out an old tome, with clear signs of overuse from the text's damaged spine. He jumped back into bed, ready to hear his favourite story once more. It wasn't necessarily literature that a child should've enjoyed so much, and yet, nothing else compared... "Let's get started then, for the one-hundredth time, my dear, The King in Yellow."