Aight, so this was originally supposed to be how my Wire X Reader story, A Second Chance, was supposed to start. But I had a hard time figuring out how to make such a character work in the OP world on the Kid crew though and ended up completely scrapping it after writing a couple chapters. Luckily, I remembered the gist of what I had written before and thought I could make it into a few short parts here as I really did enjoy what I had, even before I deleted it.

Also, disclaimer, I'm not making this follow OP cannon stuff, you'll see why soon enough.

Wire X Reader

The smell of sex and heady perfume hung heavy in the air, like always. It was something you had grown very accustomed to but right now, it still managed to monopolize your attention. In all honesty, anything was better than listening to the man laying in bed with you drone on and on about his job down at the docks. He started by saying his wife never listened so you did the courtesy of nodding and murmuring replies occasionally when prompted to do so. You felt for his wife, for more than one reason.

The fact of the matter was, you worked at a brothel. You were paid to keep men happy for the time they paid and in cases like this, they tended to fill their time after sex with chatting you up. And as the money was good, you'd shut up and listen, even if the topics brought up were as dull as this one.

Lucky for you, a knock came at your door, signaling the man's time was up. He was a regular to the establishment and understood what the knock meant but as he got up and began to dress, he still continued to talk. You got up as well, reaching for the robe laid out across the chase beside the bed and wrapping it around your body loosely.

It took some nodding and smiling as you ushered the man out, he always liked to linger for as long as possible, but eventually he'd inched out of the room enough for you to politely close the door and grant yourself some privacy. You leaned against the door with a sigh, letting your gaze travel across your room. Every girl had their own and each was different, tailored to the image created for each one of you.

This particular brothel liked to cater to more niche preferences, for those that wanted a bit of pizzazz to their paid fuck. It paid better than any normal whore house at least and on an island dedicated to vices popular among the visiting seafarers, marines and pirates alike, you couldn't have found a better, more financially stable job. The best part was your room was actually yours. It wasn't a set up that you used at work and then left to go to some rundown, rented home. This was your home. Room, board, food, clothing, it was all provided for by the brothel's mistress.

And it was the same mistress that decided each girl's "role." A few of the local favorites were the Amazon, the princess, and you, the doll. When you'd first come here, she'd spent ages figuring out what role you could play up the best and that was the one she settled on. And you had to admit, the woman had a knack for nailing what each girl was good at.

And with that, she made your room to mirror the doll like aesthetic. The colors were light pastels, a lot of peachy tones with cream and white accents. Everything had a delicate look to it and everything was prestine. Well, almost.

After having a client in here, it was a bit of a mess. Your vanity and dresser to the left were still in order, untouched by him. But the large bed to your right was unkempt. The sheets had been tossed around unceremoniously, half of the sheer curtains that wrapped around it's posts and frame were undone while the other half were neatly tied back. The clothes you had on before were tossed across the chase beside that.

On the small balcony was a table and chairs, a couple glasses of wine and a half empty bottle resting on the table top. One glass was empty, drained and refilled by the client multiple times, he was going to have a hard time explaining the alcoholic flush on his skin to his wife when he got home. The other was only about half empty with the delicate stains of pink lipstick along it's rim. You didn't indulge in alcohol with clients often unless they were regulars you knew were safe. Even then, you kept drinking to a minimum. It was work after all.

You startled when someone knocked roughly at the door behind you and quickly turned around to open it. A plump, stout woman greeted you with a wide smile as she let herself in. The mistress herself, she liked to come by and visit the favorites often after they'd finished up with clients. That meant she dropped by to see you almost all the time.

"(Y/n) my doll! How are you feeling, ready for our big nightly spenders?"

She revealed a small basket that she had covered within the folds of her dress and set it on your vanity. It's too was covered by a napkin but you knew exactly what was in it; food. You were practically starving and she'd brought you dinner. The woman was a blessing.

"Ready as I'll ever be." You smiled and began going through the contents of the basket.

It was a simple meal but you were happy nonetheless. There was a bit of still warm, freshly baked bread, some cheese, and a couple cuts of cold meat.

"Good! Go ahead and eat that, I'll get a bath running for you in the mean time so we can doll you up." She giggled to herself as she went around your dresser to the door beside it.

That lead to your private bath. There was one attached to every room so you girls could clean up fast for the next job without having to share. It was yet another luxury that you doubted any other brothel on the island had.

You sat down and busied yourself with dinner, talking around mouthfuls of food. Times like these were rare, ones when you were able to drop the doll act. "What kinds of customers are we supposed to get in tonight?"

"Pirates I hear!" She yelled over the sound of running bath water. "They aren't far off from the island so I wouldn't give it more than an hour before they start arriving."

You grimaced. The locals were easy enough to work with. Marines were usually fine, they tended to be well behaved more often than not. But pirates, they were a gamble. Some liked to get in and get things done, those were your cheapest and all around better pirate clients. The others, the ones that lived for their pirating, the killing and plundering, those ones were usually hard to deal with. They got rough, mean, and sometimes boarder line homicidal. There'd been more than a handful of times that you'd spent the night under a man that liked to keep a knife to your throat.

The only saving grace with them was if they wanted to come back in the future, they had to behave themselves to some degree. No drawing blood and no beating the women senseless. It didn't stop the rough sex but it at least kept you in one piece.

"Do we know what crews are coming? Or at least how many should be docking?"

"Nothing yet my dear. All I've heard is there's pirate ships in sight."

You sighed as you took one more bite of food. Your appetite was suddenly gone. Pirates had to be the absolute worst part of this job, of living on a more neutral island on the Grand Line. But what was life without its ups and downs?

"I guess I might as well get cleaned up then, it's probably going to be a busy night."

"I was thinking the same thing." The mistress poked her head out from the bathroom and was once again smiling but there was a bitter look in her eyes.

She offered shelter and protection to the women that worked under her but she could only do so much, only keep so much danger away.

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It took the full hour for you to get clean but it seemed the pirates were taking a little longer than everyone thought to spread through the town. And it was more than just this one brothel that was in a flurry of activity, the whole town was bustling with the promise of business from men looking for a good time. Bars were fully staffed and full to the brim with alcohol, the few casinos here had every game available ready to play, and every brothel had their girls looking their best to receive pirates looking for a place to stay the night with someone else there to keep their bed warm.

But even pirates had their responsibilities to attend to first. You assumed they were spending the first few moments of their time on land restocking on necessities. It gave you enough time to put the finishing touches on your makeup and slip into a fresh dress. You'd stuck with a subtle look, as you were expected to for your role. Bright but sparingly used eyeshadow, an almost natural pink lipstick, and only the faintest hint of eyeliner.

The mistress insisted on you keeping your hair long, the men tended to like it, but right now you had it up in a neat bun with a few well placed loose ringlets falling around your face. And to finish it all off, you wore a white, thin dress. It was short, just barely covering your ass and it was almost sheer enough to be seen through. It hinted well at your silhouette while still creating plenty of interest and to top it off, the neckline plunged low, showing a healthy amount of cleavage. The only modest part of the dress was the long sleeves that flared out at the ends. But you were used to such provocative clothing, it was pretty much all you wore.

The mistress had gone downstairs not long after you'd hopped in the bath. She'd neatened up your room so it was presentable once again and now that everything was ready, it was time for you to head downstairs. The pirates would be mingling in the town to cater to their wants and needs soon enough and you didn't doubt there'd be plenty of them finding their way to this particular brothel.

You stepped into a pair of easy to slip off, heeled sandals and left your room, peeking downstairs. There were two floors and the most profitable girls stayed on the second. It came with bigger rooms and the balconies so it was a nice benefit for bringing in more berries.

Downstairs, most of the other girls had already gathered. Those that weren't already busy were lounging about on the many pieces of plush furniture, either chatting up and giggling over potential customers or huddled in small groups together, waiting for the ones that would be staying the night and therefore, bringing in more money.

You went down the stairs as fast as you could without making it look like you were actually rushing and headed straight for the closest group of women that were whispering excitedly together.

"(Y/n)!" A redhead with tightly curled hair grasped at your hand and brought you into their little huddle. She was new and you swore you'd never officially met, let alone talked to her, yet she knew your name. Even among the rest of the girls you were a popular one. "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" You glanced around the large room. It was heavily decorated in live, flowering vines, among other plants, but you didn't see any signs of new customers.

"About the pirates!" A pixie cut brunette, another new girl, giggled madly.

"No, I haven't. What happened?" You wore a slight frown. The cagey conversations always annoyed you.

The last, black haired woman named Hancock broke into a wide smile. Her hair always draped perfectly over her front in sweeping curtains and you had to admit, you were jealous of how gorgeous it always was. She had yet to tell you her secrets for how she kept it so healthy.

"I heard there were three ships coming this way." She said while flipping her hair over her shoulder for added drama. "Now there's only one docked."

"So what happened? Was there a fight?"

"Yep." The redhead nodded, her curls bouncing lightly. "The one ship took out the other two on the way here, destroyed them and their crews before they could reach the docks."

"That's crazy." You huffed in disbelief. "That's pretty cutthroat, even for most pirates."

"But that's not all." Hancock glared at the redhead for interrupting her, who meekly glanced about the room to avoid the tall woman's intense gaze. "The crew that's left, they're the Kid Pirates."

"The Kid Pirates?" Your heart sank.

They were as rough as they came and since it was right after a battle, you didn't doubt they'd be a handful. Still, you'd do your best to get one in your bed and have them pay for a full night. It was scary but somehow, it was also exciting at the same time. And you hadn't felt any excitement with the job in a long while.

"Yep." Hancock shrugged. "But lucky for you girls, I'm not in the mood to put up with one of the Kid Pirate boys, so if any of them find themselves here, they're all yours."

She was picky with clients and she was right, it was lucky for the rest of you. The woman had the inhuman ability to seduce just about any man and always managed to snag the best of the high paying men. And if the Kid crew was coming fresh from a battle, you bet they were also coming with heavier coin purses than anyone thought.

And as if on cue, the front door swung open noisily, drawing everyone's attention to the front. There was a moment of almost complete silence, only broken up by the soft music playing in the background. All eyes locked on to the four roughed up men that stalked into the room, caught up in the midst of a conversation. But there was an unmistakeable glint to their eyes, one every seasoned working woman knew well. It was like a group of hungry predators that had found themselves in a pen full of sheep.

Those that were already busy focused back on wooing their men so that they could coax them to their private rooms while the rest of you waited to see what the pirates would do.

Two of them were easily recognizable. The first was the captain, Eustass Kid. His hair was a brighter red than what you'd seen on his wanted posters, his scars were more intimidating, and the metal prosthetic arm more terrifying. You decided right then and there that he was the last one you wanted but if he picked you.....it'd be a long night.

The second was his right hand man, the Massacre Soldier, Killer. He was dressed almost like a regular civilian but the mask threw it off. His thick, blonde hair put Hancock's to shame and the way he held himself seemed much more safe than Kid. You wouldn't have a problem with him.

The other two looked like they were probably as tough as Kid and Killer. Of them, the first had long blue hair and scars that marred the corners of his mouth. His eyes were slightly sunken in, giving him a permanent sullen look and there was a tattoo of thorned vines that wrapped around his neck that then went down his shoulders.

The last one towered above the rest and wore a cape that just about completely covered his short cropped black hair. Equally dark eyes scanned the room carefully. He seemed solemn, calculating. And out of all of them, he was dressed the most peculiarly. Dark shorts, fishnet stockings, and a small fishnet shirt. The cape framed it all well and it wasn't a bad look on the man.

But what really had you and at least half the room on edge was the blood that covered all of them. It wasn't subtle by any means. Kid and Killer looked almost like they had bathed in it, the other two were covered in too many splattered patterns to count. And it all looked like it was still wet. You'd never seen pirates come in such a state, not to this extent.

Before too many girls could slip away to avoid the pirates, they'd already started picking those that had caught their eye. The redhead beside you was quickly snagged around the waist by Killer. He pulled her flush to his chest, either ignoring or oblivious to how the blood now stuck to her once prestine green dress.

He grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head around wordlessly, like he was inspecting her before nodding. "You'll do."

She gave him a shaky smile and then seperated enough to lead him away. She was spooked but she probably had one of the better options.

Kid had done something similar, picking out a busty blonde and practically groping her as she tried to encourage him to follow her to her room.

The last two seemed to be a little more picky, taking their time to peruse their choices instead of letting their time stuck on a ship full of men persuade them to take the closest woman.

You waited for one of them to look your way and sure enough, the dark, caped one locked eyes with you. Usually, you would have smiled to invite him over but that didn't feel right for him. So you kept your face neutral as you stared back, your hands clasped together in front of you tightly.

He hesitated a moment, eyes flashing about the room quickly one last time before he decided you were the best option. He cleared the distance between you two effortlessly, somehow making the long strides seem elegant.

His breath hitched in his throat as he wound strands of your hair around his finger. "You look....pure."

You tilted your head slightly and gave him your best doe eyed look. "White tends to have that effect."

It seemed to work. Lust bled through in his eyes and won over anything else he might have been feeling.

"I like it." He answered in a husky voice.

"Come then." You held out your hand for him to take. "We'll go somewhere more private."

And he enveloped your hand in his, the warm, slick feeling of fresh blood very apparent. He trailed after you wordlessly, a looming shadow bent on dirtying something he ironically found to be pure.