Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: I decided to make a whole new Shanks one if that's alright!! Anyway, it was hard to pick who to do, and I thought about how I really want some diverse options. Now I know you didn't technically ask for smut, but what is a friends with benefits without the benefits!! So there is some in here and so this is your warning for that minors. As well some of it is quite brutal so I'll add a content warning for that!!
Doflamingo The late afternoon sun bled molten gold through the tall palace windows, staining the marble floors of the executive lounge in warm light that never quite reached the corners of the room. Dressrosa always glowed prettily from above. Like a polished jewel. Like something expensive waved in their faces, so nobody questioned what was hiding beneath their noses.
The streets below churned with life. Music drifted, creeping in faintly through the open balcony doors from somewhere deeper in the palace. You could hear laughter. Merchants calling out their wares to passersby. One child darted between crowds with an armful of flowers almost too bright to look real.
You stood by the window and watched it all happen several floors beneath you. Behind you, glasses clinked softly. "Heh, they're asking a lot" Trebol commented from somewhere near the centre of the room, voice thick and dragging out the words. "If the government wants Doffy's prescience again, they should offer more".
Diamante barked a laugh from where he lounged against one of the sofas, feet crossed at the ankle. "Since when did we start caring about what the government had to offer? We'll get something out of it either way".
At the centre of the room, Doflamingo sat spread comfortably across his chair like he owned not only the palace but also the air inside it. One long leg crossed over the other. Fingers loose around the stem of a wine glass. The crimson liquid rolled lazily as he tilted it.
"They're desperate" he said. The smile in his voice came before the smile itself. "The Marines are stretched thin, the New World's become a nest of rats, and the Celestial Dragons still expect their leash to reach every corner of the sea". He gave a low chuckle. "How pathetic".
Pica's deep voice squeaked from the far side of the room. "Will the meeting be at Mary Geoise?". Doflamingo shrugged one shoulder carelessly. "I haven't a reason to assume otherwise".
You remained quiet near the window. Nobody expected anything else. You had learned quickly, after enough meetings like these, where you belonged within the Donquixote Family's hierarchy. Close enough to be present. Not important enough to participate.
Sometimes Doflamingo wanted you nearby simply because he liked seeing you there. Perched silently at the edges of rooms like decorative furniture he'd grown attached to. You had stopped trying to understand it.
Below, two women argued animatedly over bolts of fabric while a man attempted to calm them with increasingly dramatic hand gestures. A few streets farther, performers danced near the fountain square. Even from this distance, you could hear the applause. Dressrosa breathed so easily. That was the frightening thing about it.
