Anime x Reader One Shots

Corazon ((One Piece))

I was challenged to write from another perspective, so here it is. Donquixote Rosinante. 

There was a servant which intrigued me. They were always by my side as I tripped or lit myself on fire. They were almost amusing to watch work, as they had a face of concentration it seemed only I was privy to see. If I ever admitted that though, through writing or interpretative dance (I'd likely break my nose again) or other means, I would be like my brother. It was enough to simply watch from afar. It's not like I could speak to them. It wasn't that easy. Was it?

Being as the servant was assigned to my quarters, they were the one to clean. I left a note for them on a counter, hoping that they would see it and know it was for them. I also hoped that they could read it. My handwriting was terrible. What if they couldn't read?! What a terrible idea! I had no choice but to collect my means of communication before the servant got to it.

I had been too late. I saw the note, with my scrawled, 'what is your name?' but there was already a reply. A simple '[y/n]' beneath my horrid pass for handwriting. In a way, it suited them. I liked the name [y/n]. I wondered what they sounded like? I would have to try that another time. At that moment, a world of possibilities was open to me through my heart shaped notepad, and I wanted to explore as many as I could before Doflamingo found out about my interest in lowly affairs.

I found out as much as I could about [y/n] in the following weeks. I asked about their interest in the other servants, but they didn't seem to care. They were a loner, like me. I found they loved to read, stories about pirates or marines or hunters or regular people who fell in love.  Much like how I was, falling in love with [y/n].   They were capturing my heart with every note shared.  Just what I had needed.

I knew that it was a terrible idea, but I kept every piece of paper which [y/n] had written to me.  I'm sure they knew where they were.  They were my servant, all things being.  Doflamingo was going to kill me.  Or them.  Or both of us.  Probably both.

One day, [y/n] and I were on my balcony.  Well, I was on the balcony.  They were still in my room so that they wouldn't be seen by any onlookers.  They were singing.  They had a lovely voice.  I held my head in my hands while leaning on the handrail.  I was content, to say.  I liked being in that time.  It was beautiful, almost like neither of us had jobs we had to do, be it cleaning or killing or spying. 

I willed the day to never come.  The day when he found out.  My brother.  I knew it had to come, but I didn't want it to.  I loved [y/n].  They were the world to me.  But one morning, I awoke to another servant.  Let's face it - one of my brother's slaves.  I let my servants wander without their chains when they were in my quarters.  That's when I knew something was wrong.

I awoke to the scraping of metal against my floors.  I knew that was wrong, even unconscious.  I shot up out of my slumber, seeing the wrong colors and features first thing.  Wrong, wrong wrong.  From the eyes to the skin color to the hair to the clothes to the very chains on his feet. 

My brother was cruel. 

I leapt from my sheets and slipped on my shoes, all without somehow dying.  I ran, easily with my long legs, down the hall and into the throne room.  My brother was there, a familiar face beneath his filthy, thieving feet.  If my sound was on, I would have been growling.  A snarl in the face would have had to do.  I glared at the man in sunglasses, on his throne, and he had that smug look that he knew pissed me off. 

He had something, no, someone who was mine.  It was unfair of him to take them when I was useless to to defend them. It was unfair that he would have his way when they couldn't defend themselves, due to their past lives dumping them as a slave.

I was thrown into a frenzy of hatred that thrust me at my brother in a rage. I pulled back my fist as I saw him dig his heel into my dear [y/n]'s beautiful face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He did it for a living after all. I threw my punch, but he easily dodged, dragging my love up with him, using a collar with a leash. I screamed into my space of silence, so that he couldn't hear.

Doflamingo was going to pay, I vowed, but not only did I never extract my revenge, he got his way, like always.

After a grueling week of being without you my dearest, and instead with a total stranger who apparently was told to not interact with me. And my brother is much more intimidating than I am known to be.

I was desperate and I was grasping at the ideas of straws. I was going to steal [y/n] back. Man, did that plan not follow procedure.

My brother's quarters were larger than mine - what was I to expect? He actually ran this operation. Sneaking was easy. With my power, was it even sneaking? But I didn't anticipate trip wires. Damn. And with my training, I was disappointed in myself, greatly.

Doflamingo knew where I was, and beat me to my lovely [y/n]. They were crying in his arms. I wanted to speak out to them, but I was frozen. I couldn't turn off my fruit let alone move my jaw. I watched as my brother pierced their body with his marionette strings, dozens of red plumes dying the shirt I gave them.

I sobbed, watching their life flicker in their eyes before eventually and inevitably leaving. My body shook, tears fell in waterfalls, I fell to my knees, crying harder than I ever remember doing so before, but all without a sound. Not a noise slipped out for my brother to hear, as he laughed.

And I made a vow. To never again let anyone close to me witness something as heartbreaking. Be it through any sense, least of all sound.