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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

A series of snaps broke your trance as you turned to face Marco.

"I said we're done," he smirked. "Congrats on finally getting your wrist fixed."

You nodded, a bit flustered. "Oh right, thanks..."

With an eyebrow raised, Marco crossed his arms. "So, did you really not come here to eat lunch with me? It's been weeks; I've missed it." He teased with a smirk.

You huffed playfully. "Oh hush. I'm still upset about you leaving me for Doffy."

Marco laughed. "So you ghosted me because I let Doflamingo take you to his brother?"

"Mhm," you replied, still a bit annoyed, but a smile was beginning to form on your face.

Marco chuckled, "I don't know; you didn't seem upset when he took you home."

You pouted, "Why did you even let him take me?"

"You should've seen his face."

"Did he scare you?" you asked with a smirk.

Marco laughed, "He looked like a dad playing hide and seek with a kid who was hiding in an obvious place and pretending not to know."

"That's not a good reason," you stated, leaning back in your chair.

Marco, with his easygoing grin, shrugged casually. "I dunno, Y/N. It's just that he had this vibe around him, a calmness that felt reassuring. It was completely different from what Rosinante and his kid warned me about."

Intrigued, you leaned forward and asked, "So, what were they saying? About Doflamingo, I mean."

Marco's eyes crinkled at the corners as he recalled the situation. "Well, they seemed way more concerned about that guy – than the wound itself. It was like he had everyone on edge."

"When is he getting discharged anyway? Rosinante?"

"Whenever Doflamingo picks him up, I guess."

You sat there silent momentarily thinking about what's between you and Marco.

"You know he likes me though, right?" you pressed.

"Yeah, and?" Marco replied, looking unfazed.

Your frustration bubbled up. "You let me go with him?"

Marco chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your complaints. "Well, I don't own you, so I can't control who you hang out with. Besides, I don't think we're working out romantically anyway."

Your annoyance grew. "And why wouldn't we?"

Marco leaned down, his face inches from yours, and grinned. "Because, pretty girl, you don't like me." He let out a laugh, leaving you both amused and bewildered.

You grumbled, "You don't know that!"

Marco chuckled. "Well, I've known you for quite a while, and it's kind of obvious. But don't worry, I don't particularly care."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "Now I'm offended because I like you, and you don't care if I do."

He gave you an exaggerated frown. "Oh no, I'm so sorry." His playful tone and smirk only added to your mixed feelings.

"Why don't you wanna believe meeee? I like you!" you protested.

"Really?" Marco smirked and hopped onto his table. "Then are you gonna kiss me to prove it?"

You retorted, "I will if you want me to."

"I don't know about that, Doflamingo said you're bad at kissing," he teased with a sly grin.

Annoyed by his comment, you stomped toward him and crashed your lips into his, proving him wrong.

When you pulled away, you shot him a glare, and he couldn't help but laugh.

You stomped heading towards the door, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Marco followed after you, still laughing, "Pretty, don't be upset! I'm not laughing at you. You're not bad at it, I swear!"

"Ugh, you're impossible!"

"I told you it's the spark that's missing!" Marco said, blocking your way with a smirk. "If it'll make you feel better, we can kiss again, and I won't laugh this time."

You smacked him lightly, and he laughed once more.

You slowly pushed the door open, revealing Doflamingo and Rosinante engrossed in filling out paperwork. Your heart raced as you caught sight of a certain someone.

"Pre-" Marco started, but you swiftly elbowed him, causing him to hunch over in pain.

Marco peered out of the room and with a warm smile, greeted, "Donquixote brothers! Before Rosinante leaves, there are a few things I need to discuss with him and offer some reminders. So, if you wouldn't mind giving us a moment, Doflamingo~"

You hesitated, "I-I'll, uhm... I'll leave you to your work, Marco." The butterflies in your stomach threatened to escape as you attempted to hide the silly grin that crept onto your face.

Exiting the clinic, you couldn't help but be a bit surprised that Doflamingo didn't call you out on anything. Nevertheless, you tried to brush it off and went about your way.

But can you brush it away?

This was the first time in forever Doflamingo had seen you and done nothing about it. Was something wrong?

Maybe it was another problem about Rosinante.

"Hey~"

Ah there it is. You smiled to yourself.

"What is it you want this time?" You turned with your eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

As you turned around, you saw that someone was approaching, but that someone was not Doflamingo; it was the nurse. Your shoulders slumped and you felt deflated.

"You forgot your bag," she said with a chuckle, handing you your bag.

"Ah, thank you," you replied, taking the bag.

With a tint of disappointment, you waved her off and watched her run back to the clinic. There was no sign of Doflamingo chasing after you, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions about it.

"Why are you complaining about him leaving you alone this time?" Smoker sighed.

"What if he heard you and Marco talk?" Buggy gasped.

"A doctor's room can't not be soundproofed. Patient confidentiality." Smoker cleared it up.

"I'm totally on the 'he overheard you and Marco' side."

"I'm on the 'this isn't an emergency, why did you make me come all this way in my shift' side."

"Glad you're here, Smokey," you rolled your eyes.

"You don't like him and have expressed many times that you hate him," he groaned.

"She obviously changed her mind and likes him now!"

Your face flushed, "I DON'T LIKE HIM!"

Smoker sighed, leaning against the wall. "If you say so."

Buggy pouted. "But it was so juicy and full of drama."

Your face grew even redder, and you crossed your arms defensively. "Seriously, I don't like him. He's just... annoying."

Smoker raised an eyebrow. "Annoying enough to make you blush like a schoolgirl, it seems."

You groaned and covered your face. "Can we please not talk about this anymore?"

Buggy and Smoker exchanged a knowing glance but eventually decided to drop the subject.

"You were the one that called us here." Smoker sighed. "You're lucky, we owe you one so they let me get of early."

You turned to Buggy, a mixture of uncertainty and pleading in your eyes. "Bug... What about you? What do you think I should do?"

Buggy leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's your call, really. Do you want to take the initiative and approach him first?"

You hesitated, your mind filled with thoughts of Doflamingo and the new feelings you couldn't quite explain. "I... I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

Buggy gave a knowing nod. "Alright. In that case, nothing will happen. You can send him a text if you want to start a conversation, or just wait it out if you're not sure."

"Or you can ask someone to ask for you." Smoker suggest.

Inspired by Smoker's suggestion and determined to make a bold move, an idea struck you. You thought of a certain someone who could possibly help you resolve your feelings and doubts.

"Guys, come on, coffee's on me now, now, now, let's drive!" You yelled with enthusiasm, eagerly pulling both Buggy and Smoker along with you.

With Smoker behind the wheel, you arrived at the coffee shop. Your favorite local spots, that was usually empty around this time. Bursting into the cafe.

"Lawwww!!" You cried out, making a beeline for the counter.

"Y/N? What do you want?" He smirked.

"I need help! So like you see-"

"Y/N, you're in line. You're a customer."

"Shut up no one's in here anyway! I'll order in a sec!" You waved him off.

"We're not empty." He cleared up.

"There's like two people in the back do you want me to get this over with or not?"

"Fine what do you need?"

"So like... uhm... have you noticed... anything?" You said slightly embarrassed?

Law looked at you with a mixture of confusion and slight amusement. "Noticed something?"

You stumbled over your words, still feeling flustered. "L-like, you know! I don't know, maybe like... you know?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but also puzzled. "You know? If you don't talk normally, I'm just never gonna get you off my back."

"L-like at home.... is there like... I don't know... a problem...??" You looked at the ground, your face burning in embarrassment.

Law frowned, genuinely concerned. "Why? What's wrong?"

You continued, your words spilling out in a rush. "Okay, so like, is Doffy upset or something, or... I just think something is up, I don't know. He ignored me earlier, and I don't know, that was just weird. He didn't... well, you know... he didn't give any annoying remarks? Like, did something happen? Did something happen at home? Did something happen with Rosinante? Did something happen with you? Did I do something? Omg, tell me if—"

"Coffee for Doflamingo!" the barista called out, interrupting your anxious rambling.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at the barista who had called out for Doflamingo. Panic welled up inside you, and you shot a glare at Law, who was barely suppressing his laughter.

This was a nightmare. You were caught in your frantic questioning about Doflamingo by none other than the man himself. You muttered a cuss word under your breath, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you.

Before you could make your escape, Doflamingo was already blocking your path. He held his coffee, looking down at you with an amused grin as he sipped it.

Your heart raced, and your face flushed bright red in embarrassment. You were now cornered, and there was no easy way out of this situation.

Wait.

No no. Let's be calm. Maybe he didn't hear you. Maybe... please tell me he didn't hear you.

"W-What do you want?" You asked him.

Doflamingo leaned in closer, his smirk growing wider. "Nothing. You're just in the way; I was going to order more coffee."

His close proximity made you feel like you were on the verge of hyperventilating. You avoided eye contact, desperately trying to remain composed.

"R-Right... I'll get out of your way then..." you stammered.

Doflamingo's grin didn't waver. "It doesn't seem like you've ordered yet. Did you not come here to buy coffee?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Oh my, what could be the reason for you coming here?"

"T-To get coffee!! I-I'm treating Buggy and S-smoker! I'm buying coffee," you responded, turning back to face Law, hoping he'd bail you out of this awkward situation.

As you fumbled to find your wallet, panic set in, and you began frantically searching your pockets.

"E-Eh..." You looked up at Law, desperation in your eyes.

That was Law's breaking point, and he couldn't contain his laughter any longer.

"You're holding up the line. If you can't afford coffee, dumbass, don't buy," Doflamingo taunted with a smirk as he handed his card to Law.

After getting his card back, Doflamingo leaned closer to your ear. "And next time, I'm not going to be this forgiving," he whispered with a smile, gently wiping your lips with his thumb. Your heart raced as his touch sent shivers down your spine.

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Maybe Hero

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Chapter 8: Explaining

Knocking on the window, Hitoshi went over to see you.

He had a serious look and you could tell he's incredibly angry. You had no idea what was going to come... and it scared you.

He opened the window and you hopped in.

"Hitoshi..."

"Y/N, weve known each other for how long now? A decade at least. You've told me every little shit that goes on no matter how disgusting or inappropriateor everything about you I know." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You had the audacity to lie to me about whatever disgusting thing you have going on with that hero."

"Hitoshi please..."

"Y/N, I am not going to condone this relationship you have with him. No matter what you say, its not something I'd fuck with. He's being glorified and all that while he's dating a fucking minor. GOD Y/N YOU'RE NOT EVEN AT THE AGE OF CONSENT???"

"Hitoshi Hawks doesn't know about me."

He paused and looked at you bewildered by what you just had said.

"You. Tell me everything from the start."

You bit your lip and looked down to the ground.

"I'm lying to him... about everything... my age, my profession..."

"God you're such a dumb fucking bitch!" He sighed and paced the room.

"I-I met him back when... you know..."

"So that tweet was for you huh.." He seethe his teeth.

"I... I... He thought I was a pro-hero..." I smile awkwardly, "and you know me... I'm a fake... hahaha... I owned it and told him I was just starting as a hero so I had nothing yet..."

"okay so he's a bigger dumbass for falling for that shit."

"I never gave him a name, or any information about me so he doesn't try to look for me... I gave him my twitter and told him Mei is my cousin a-and you and Izu are her friends so we became close friends too."

"Y/N stop talking to him."

Your heart fell and you looked at him. A crease formed between his brows, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly as a surge of frustration threatened to spill out. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions, but it was a hard battle.

"Hitoshi... please..." Your voice shaking trying to find words to help you with your situation.

"Y/N, don't even try it." His tone was firm. "Nothing. I mean nothing. Will change my mind."

Your voice breaking, "H-Hitoshi please... I really like him..." slowly tears were forming but you dared not to let it fall. "I-I can't just-"

Hitoshi throws his phone to the ground and his battle to keep his emotion back had been lost. "Y/N do you not understand what you're doing right now?!"

"I do!" You cry to him.

"Then why do you keep doing it?! Y/N get your shit together please! This is fucked up!! This isn't some joke, this is real life you're messing with!"

"What do you want me to do?!"

"Leave him! I've been so fucking clear! Leave him! Leave him or else I'm telling him about you."

You grab his hand trembling, "H-Hitoshi please don't I-I can't please..."

He shakes your hand off and buries his face to his hand and takes a breath. You fall to your knees trying to think of anyway you can somehow convince him. Tears had been falling and you couldn't care less.

"Y/N I'm not supporting this relationship no matter what you do." He looks at your messy state he then grabs a towel and tosses it to you. "How far have you gone with him?"

You look up to him with teary eyes. "N-Not far at all.. w-we haven't even kissed. I couldn't... kiss him..."

He sighs again and squats down to your level. "Why did you decide to do this?"

You bite you lip and gave him a sad smile, "Because I really like him. H-He makes me really happy... I-I just... He's just perfect you know?"

He looks at your expression. Years with you and this was the first time he's seen you like this. Sadness was evident but he could see it when you talked about him. Two word you didn't use, words haven't thought yourself. But Hitoshi knew.

You were in love with Hawks.

"Your birthday, ignore him for 3 months. I won't do anything about this." He presses his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Hitoshi..."

"Age of consent is 16. You're 16 in 3 months if you do that I'll let this go. If you contact him anytime after this talk, I'm going to report this. Okay?"

You nod eagerly. "I-I'll do that! Just don't tell anyone please..."

"Tell him about this or whatever excuse you come up with." He gets up and crashed to his bed. "I hope this bites your ass. I'll repeat myself again and again, I don't like this at all. I have no intentions on helping you out in this. I only gave you this option because I don't want you to hate me."

After you clean yourself up, you smile to yourself went to his side and gave him a hug.

"I can't hate you... You're right about this anyway. I just can't do the right thing... Thank you for this chance..."

"You're cleaning this up yourself when karma comes. I don't want to get involved. I'm going to be checking your phone too to make sure you don't keep contact, okay?"

You nod.

"Have you said your 'see ya later'-s yet?"

You pulled out your phone.

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Evermore

Dracule Mihawk X Reader

-Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Chapter 3: I'll Never Shake Away The Pain, I Close My Eyes But She's Still There

Within the tranquil night, the moon hung like a glowing pearl in the sky, casting its gentle glow upon Mihawk's secluded island. Inside the castle, the grand hall was adorned with soft candlelight, creating an ambiance of quiet splendor. It was in this hall that Dracule Mihawk and Roronoa Zoro engaged in their rigorous training.

Perona, perched on a window sill with her characteristic nonchalance, let out an irritated sigh as the shrill ring of a Den Den Mushi pierced the silence. She picked up the device, her annoyance evident. "Ugh, why are these things always so loud?"

Shanks' voice crackled through the device, his tone as boisterous as ever. "Perona! Long time no talk! Is Mihawk around?"

Perona rolled her eyes at the enthusiasm in Shanks' voice. "Yeah, yeah, he's busy training with Zoro. What do you want?"

Shanks chuckled heartily. "Well, Perona, I've got some news for you. Mihawk and I's birthday is in a week, and I thought I'd drop by for a visit."

Perona's eyes widened in surprise, her annoyance momentarily forgotten. "His birthday? Seriously?"

Shanks laughed, the sound infectious. "Yes, seriously. And I thought it'd be a great opportunity to catch up with Mihawk. Can you let him know?"

Perona nodded, even though Shanks couldn't see her. "Sure thing, Red-Hair. I'll make sure he's aware."

Shanks' voice turned mischievous. "Oh, and Perona, if you could do me a favor, I'd really appreciate it."

Perona raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "A favor? What is it?"

Shanks' grin was palpable through the Den Den Mushi. "Since I'll be dropping by, how about you pick out a gift for me to give to Mihawk? You know him better than I do, after all."

Perona's cheeks flushed faintly, a mix of surprise and guilt washing over her. "Uh, well, I can't exactly leave the island, you know."

Shanks' voice held an understanding tone. "No worries, Perona. Just tell me what you have in mind, and I'll make sure to bring it along. Consider it a gift from both of us."

Perona's irritation at the Den Den Mushi's loudness had completely evaporated, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. "Yeah, okay. I'll think of something."

Shanks' gratitude was evident in his voice. "Thanks! Looking forward to seeing you all soon."

As the call ended, Perona stared at the Den Den Mushi for a moment, a small smile playing at her lips. The prospect of Shanks' visit, along with the opportunity to contribute to Mihawk's birthday, filled her with a sense of anticipation she hadn't expected.

~

Time had flowed by like a river without banks, uncontained and uncounted. How long had it been since you had come to this remote island, to Dracule Mihawk's side? The days and nights seemed to blur together, and the very concept of time had become an abstract notion, no longer tethered to any meaningful measurement. What did it matter anyway? This was your home now, and that was all that truly mattered.

Lying in Mihawk's embrace, you both were engrossed in your own books. The silence was comfortable, the unspoken understanding between you as soothing as a lullaby. It was in this serenity that a thought crossed your mind, one that stirred your curiosity.

"Your birthday is coming up," you mused, interrupting the silence.

Mihawk's gaze lifted from the pages, his expression a mix of mild confusion and intrigue. "Indeed. And?"

You smiled mischievously. "Do you want to celebrate it here, or should we join Shanks wherever he's settled?"

Mihawk's lips quirked into a small smile. "My dear, a celebration is not needed."

You let out a playful pout, your eyes sparkling. "Booo! Come on, Mihawk, where's the fun in that? And if you don't decide, you know Shanks is going to take matters into his own hands."

Mihawk let out a sigh, his gaze wandering back to his book. "I'd rather not clean up our home after his inevitable mess."

You chuckled, the memory of Shanks' rowdy visits vivid in your mind. "Ah, yes, the aftermath of Shanks' party. I remember having to clean it all up as the others were either passed out drunk or scrambling to leave before you could catch them."

Mihawk's lips twitched into a rueful smile, acknowledging the truth in your words. "Indeed, it's a mess I'd rather avoid."

With a playful glint in your eyes, you rose from his side, pecking his cheek before skipping off to another room. Mihawk followed, his curiosity piqued by your sudden change in demeanor.

You approached Shanks' snail to dial him and he answered on the other end, his voice boisterous as always. "Y/N! How're you two cute couple?"

You grinned, leaning against Mihawk's solid presence. "Oh, you know, the usual. Books, swords, and a touch of chaos."

Shanks' laugh echoed through the device. "Sounds boring. So, what can I do for you?"

With a playful smile, you winked at Mihawk before turning your attention back to the call. "Actually, Shanks, we were discussing the upcoming birthdays. He's being a party pooper and doesn't want to celebrate."

Mihawk leaned in, his voice carrying over to the conversation. "A celebration is unnecessary."

You turned your gaze to him, feigning mock hurt. "See? This is what I have to deal with."

Shanks' laughter was contagious. "Well, you know how he is. Stubborn as ever. But if you decide to celebrate here, let me know. I'll be going there in a week before or so."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Mihawk. "Will do, Shanks. We'll figure something out."

Mihawk took the Den Den Mushi from you, his tone decisive. "Very well, Red-Hair. I'll let you know if we decide on anything."

Shanks' voice turned mischievous. "Oh, and Y/N, I trust you'll make sure Mihawk has a good time."

You laughed, the sound bright and carefree. "Don't worry, I'll make sure of it."

With a quick exchange of farewells, the call ended. You turned to Mihawk, a playful glint in your eyes. "Looks like we have a decision to make."

Mihawk's lips curved into a rare smile, his arms encircling you. "Indeed, it seems that way."

You continued your banter, your teasing remarks and playful antics.

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 6: Youre just so annoying and a menace

Sitting in the back of his car next to him, you felt a rush of emotions following the events at the police station. Your gaze was distant, lost in your own thoughts.

Why did you do this? What are you doing? Why is he still holding your hand?

"Why were you there?" Doflamingo's voice broke the silence.

"H-huh?" You looked at him, caught off guard by his question.

He pouted, looking out the window. "Are you not only stupid but also deaf? I asked what you were doing at the clinic? Did you hurt yourself again?"

"Oh, that's Marco's clinic. I was eating lunch with him when a guy came. I now realized I haven't seen your brother since we graduated high school... I didn't recognize him," you explained, your voice tinged with regret.

However, there was no response from Doflamingo. When you turned to look at him, you saw his deadpan expression. He had lost his pout and had also let go of your hand.

Oh you're so stupid how could you forget?! He has a crush on you you've been thinking about that fact for a while and you forgot it now???????? He needs your comfort right now he's scared for his brother and you're right here breaking his heart talking about your lunch date with another man that his dying brother ruined!!!!

Wait a minute... It shouldn't matter who you had lunch with, and you didn't have to tiptoe around Doflamingo because of his feelings. You should be able to have a normal conversation with him without worrying about it. It's already a lot from you that you're taking him to his brother right now.

Right.

"Look, I get that you might not be thrilled with the fact that I was out with someone else, but that doesn't matter. Why would I have to care if you don't like it? Stop sulking about it. I'mnot comforting you." You looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

But to your surprise he was looking at you with his usual expression around you. His cocky eyebrow raise and shit eating grin.

You couldn't help but feel confused and slightly embarrassed as Doflamingo burst into laughter. His reaction was unexpected, and you couldn't figure out if you had said something wrong or if there was a different reason for his laughter. You sat there, waiting for an explanation, your face flushing even more in embarrassment.

"What?????" You burst out not able to handle anymore of his laughter.

Doflamingo's smile widened as he gazed at you. "You were worried about my feelings, weren't you, sweetheart?"

You blinked, a mix of confusion and a tinge of embarrassment washing over you. "No. I said the exact opposite of that."

He leaned in a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "The fact that you had to say that implies you might be more conflicted about it. Have you been thinking about me often lately? Your response seemed like you've been thinking about me more than you'd like to admit."

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you stuttered, "Y-yeah, well, so what if I was? You're the one with a crush on me. I've only thought about you for a few weeks, and you've been pining for years." You huffed.

Only realizing you might have said too much a little too late.

Doflamingo chuckled, and you couldn't help but be irritated by his laugh, which sounded like a villain about to hatch a nefarious plan. He definitely is planning something bad right now.

"I'll take the few weeks as a win, I'llturn that into months, then years." he said, smiling and resting his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. "Thanks, I needed to clear my mind. Maybe you should join that one friend of yours, the clown. You seem good at elevating spirits. You've got the look down, too; you just need a talent."

Naturally, his favorite way of relieving stress was annoying you. In response, you pinched his ear and shot him a defiant glare. "You look more like a clown than me."

The car came to a stop, and you couldn't wait to get away from Doflamingo. You ran out and into Marco's clinic, seeking refuge in his room. Marco looked at you with confusion. "I can't tell if you came back because you missed me or because you're in trouble."

You smiled at him, trying to look innocent. "The first one, I swear."

A knock on the door interrupted your conversation. You knew who it was and immediately hid behind Marco's desk. Marco held back his laughter.

"Sorry, I think my dog ran in here. Have you seen her?" Doflamingo's voice rang out.

You almost stood up to confront him, but you didn't want to spend any more time with him. "Maybe I should leash my dog next time to prevent her from running. She's not very smart, after all."

"You're so annoying!" you glared at Doflamingo.

"There she is. Come here, sweetheart," Doflamingo cooed.

Marco burst into laughter. "Don't laugh at me! Get him away!"

"Baby, come on, don't make me get your leash," Doflamingo smirked.

"You're stupid if you think I'm going to come over with that."

"I think your puppy wants to get picked up. I'm still on call, and your brother is upstairs," Marco chimed in.

"Marco! You're supposed to be on my side! Why are you handing me off to that thing? I'm so telling Edward on you!"

Doflamingo swept you up without warning, making you squeak and cling to him. Marco quickly clarified, "I didn't betray you; I'm just the type to not get involved! Don't tell Dad."

You grumbled, "Traitor."

Doflamingo chuckled as he carried you out of Marco's room. "It's not betrayal if he never pledged loyalty in the first place."

Marco watched you two leave with a grin, relieved that you were safe and with your pink-clad companion.

The funny thing was that he climbed a whole lot of stairs carrying you, and neither of you said anything about the fact he was carrying you with your arms around his neck.

You entered the room and saw the same man who was brought in during lunch. He was awake and looked at you two in confusion.

"What?" his brother mustered weakly.

Doflamingo set you down softly, and only then did you realize Doflamingo had rushed to his brother's side and was checking on him.

"Not much," his brother replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I don't care if you just scrape your knee or if you just stubbed your toe. If you get hurt, I'll worry," Doflamingo's voice was filled with concern. "You're my only family here." He sighed deeply and pulled his brother close to his chest. "You had me worried. I thought something extremely bad had happened. I was this close to contacting mom and dad." The relief in his eyes was undeniable as he held his brother close.

"I'm fine," the brother reassured.

"Alright," Doflamingo took a seat next to his brother and gestured for you to join them. He said, "I'll introduce you. I think you've forgotten each other."

"Y/N, this is Rosinante. Rosi, Y/N."

"Y/N? Like from high school? The one you liked?" Rosinante inquired with a warm smile. "I thought there'd be no way she'd be with you."

Your face flushed as you exchanged glances with Doflamingo, who couldn't help but laugh.

"Why wouldn't she be with me?" he teased.

"You're an asshole," you both replied in unison.

"Doesn't matter, she's with me now, right, sweetheart?" Doflamingo cooed, pinching your cheek.

"Why? How?"

"Don't bother trying to figure that out. I'm not with him with him." You cleared up.

"Ah, so he's still pining for you," Rosinante remarked, his tone carrying a sense of teasing.

Doflamingo grinned and nodded confidently. "Yeah, but she's been thinking about me for weeks, so I think I'm actually winning this battle."

You rolled your eyes and huffed, feeling a mix of exasperation and embarrassment as the two brothers exchanged.

You crossed your arms, feigning annoyance. "I hope you trip and twist your ankle, Doffy."

He smiled with a hint of mischief. "Not a very smooth way of flirting, sweetheart." Doflamingo laughed, enjoying your playful banter. "I can tell when someone's just playing hard to get."

You sighed dramatically, "I'm doing the opposite; I'm threatening you."

"I think I see it now... yeah, you two should just kiss and move on, this is disgusting." Rosinante remarked.

Doflamingo grinned mischievously. "I would do that, but I don't think she's good at kissing, and I don't really enjoy unskilled ones."

"Oh yeah? I'm great at kissing! Yo-" You were about to continue, but the words caught in your throat, knowing where that conversation could lead, and you quickly cut yourself off, your face turning even redder.

"You were saying something. What was it?" Doflamingo smirked.

You couldn't believe how Doflamingo was managing to fluster you. You stomped out of the room, your face still red, and you could hear his laughter echoing behind you. Fanning yourself, you tried to regain your composure. This whole situation was incredibly weird. How was this guy, who had been such an asshole for years, making you feel like this?

Are you seriously developing a crush on someone who's life's purpose is to annoy you?

Developing a crush on someone who has spent years annoying you can be a confusing and unexpected experience. Feelings aren't always logical, and sometimes, people can surprise us by revealing different facets of their personalities. It's essential to take your time to understand your feelings and consider whether there's more to this person than meets the eye.

Maybe you're right sentient monologue from fourth wall...

Wait why are you trying to make sense of this?You've hate Doflamingo you've always hated him. Stop trying to defend his assholeliness.

I understand that your feelings toward Doflamingo are complex and rooted in a history of annoyance and dislike. It's entirely valid to feel that way.

I mean yea, he was that kid who swiped your juice box in elementary school, but is he not also the one who went the extra mile to trim a massive chunk of the flower bush in the school garden for you, and got in trouble for it?

He was indeed the guy who copied your homework just to get you both in trouble, but is he not the one who took you to Burger King at prom, got you those paper crowns, and declared you prom queen.

He was not just an insufferable asshole who had given you a hard time for years, but underneath that rough, insufferable exterior, he is harboring a deep and genuine feelings for you. He's an asshole in love with you.

Your eyes widened as you leaned your head against the door, a profound realization washing over you.

"Oh..."

He's been in love with you for so long, denial about that part can't continue.

The door swung open, and your head that was resting against it caused you to start falling backward. Before you could tumble, Doflamingo reached out and caught you, preventing you from falling.

"Dumbass." He flicks your forehead.

You stared at him, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Your heart's beat grew louder.

This was another story. One you couldn't accept. You'll be denying it as long as you can– there's no way you were seriously falling for this man.

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Evermore

Dracule Mihawk X Reader

-Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Chapter 2: I Never Needed Anybody In My Life, I Learned The Truth Too Late

Time flowed like a gentle stream within the walls of Mihawk's grand castle, carrying with it a sense of familiarity and routine. The initial weeks of your stay had seen you seamlessly settling into the rhythm of life there, each day bringing a new layer of understanding between you and the enigmatic swordsman.

In the expansive library, you sat on the polished marble floor, nestled between Mihawk's legs. The soft rustling of pages turning mingled with the occasional sound of your voice as you shared snippets of your reading with him. His presence was a constant, a comforting backdrop to the world of words and stories that enveloped you both.

"Did you know," you began, your voice breaking the silence like a delicate melody, "that in the ancient tales of the North Blue, there's a legend of a sword said to be imbued with the power of the winter winds?"

Mihawk's eyes remained fixed on the pages before him, his tone nonchalant. "Indeed, legends often take root in the echoes of truth."

Your lips curled into a playful smile as you continued, undeterred by his lack of overt engagement. "They say that the sword's blade is said to shimmer like ice in the moonlight, and its strike can freeze even the mightiest of flames."

Mihawk's lips curved ever so slightly. "An intriguing concept, if one considers the intricate craftsmanship that could give rise to such a blade."

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the library's arched windows, you found yourself entranced by the book further, your conversations serving as a bridge between two souls who communicated as much through silence as they did through speech.

Eventually, the passage of time prompted a change in rhythm. Mihawk closed his book, his gaze meeting yours with a knowing glint. "It seems hunger has taken its toll. Shall we prepare lunch?"

Your eyes lit up, and you rose to your feet with an eager nod. "Yes! Yes! I'll help."

The journey to the kitchen was a delightful interlude, your steps echoing through the castle's corridors. Mihawk's imposing figure moved with an effortless grace, his strides long and purposeful. And yet, you couldn't help but notice the subtle smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

In the cozy warmth of the kitchen, you moved with practiced ease, gathering utensils and ingredients. Mihawk's attempts to send you back to your previous activities were met with playful defiance, your determination unwavering. "No way. I'm here to help, and that's final."

With a bemused sigh, Mihawk conceded, and together, you embarked on the task of preparing lunch. The kitchen buzzed with activity as you chatted animatedly, your words flowing like a lively river.

"Pasta, again?" Mihawk remarked, his voice tinged with mock exasperation.

You giggled, unfazed by his tone. "Of course! You can't expect me to go a day without my favorite dish, can you? You have to make sure you keep them in stock!"

As the pasta boiled and the aroma of the sauce filled the air, you went on a gleeful tangent about the different types of pasta, the history of Italian cuisine, and the importance of always having pasta in stock.

Mihawk's gaze softened as he observed your enthusiasm, a faint smile gracing his features. "Very well, I shall endeavor to keep an ample supply of pasta on hand."

Your grin widened. "You better!"

As the final touches were added to the meal, Mihawk glanced at you with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "You truly have an uncanny ability to make even the simplest things fascinating."

You beamed at him, your heart swelling with a sense of pride. "That's the magic of pasta, Mihawk."

As the meal was savored in the castle's elegant dining hall, the unspoken bond between you and Mihawk seemed to envelop the space, transcending words and actions. Amidst the shared laughter and the clinking of utensils, a connection had blossomed—one that defied expectations and brought together two souls who had once been strangers.

And as the meal drew to a close, Mihawk's gaze met yours, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "In a few days, we shall venture beyond the castle."

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned forward. "Oh? Where are we going?"

Mihawk's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I have yet to figure that out but, were going out to acquire not just pasta but also clothes and other essentials."

Your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. The prospect of leaving the castle, of venturing into the outside alongside Mihawk, sent a thrill through your veins.

~

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the tapestries that adorned the walls. The aroma of a sumptuous feast wafted through the air. Mihawk calls for his guest to join dinner

As the duo settled into their seats, Mihawk's gaze flickered between the two. "I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to share a meal together."

Perona, who had materialized at the doorway with her characteristic flair, let out an audible groan. "Ugh, not pasta again!"

Mihawk shuts her complain, "Consider it a delicacy, Perona."

She pouted, her incorporeal form floating toward the table. "You always say that, but I'm pretty sure I've had enough pasta to last me a lifetime."

Zoro, his usual stoic expression in place, took his seat and shot a wry glance in Perona's direction. "Just eat it, Perona. It's not gonna kill you."

Perona scowled at him, her annoyance palpable. "And you! You're the last person I want to hear from."

Mihawk's gaze shifted between the two of them. "Let us try to have a peaceful meal."

As the plates were served, the trio began to partake in the feast that had been laid before them. The clinking of cutlery against plates was accompanied by the soft murmur of conversation—a harmony of voices that resonated through the hall.

Perona's displeasure with the pasta seemed to be outweighed only by her distaste for Zoro's presence. "You know," she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I've been stuck with marimo over here for a while now, and let me tell you, it's been a real treat."

Zoro rolled his eyes, unfazed by her remarks. "Yeah, yeah, I know you can't stand me. You don't have to keep reminding me."

Perona made a face of exaggerated disgust as she toyed with her pasta. "And I can't believe you're actually eating that. You'd probably eat anything."

Zoro's response was nonchalant. "It's food. What's the big deal?"

Amidst Perona's grumbling and Zoro's retorts, the meal continued. Finally, as the last bite was taken and the meal drew to a close, Zoro pushed his plate aside and offered a genuine smile. "Thanks for the food."

Perona's annoyance seemed to waver for a moment, replaced by a begrudging acknowledgment. "Yeah, I guess it wasn't as terrible."

Mihawk inclined his head. "Perhaps, Perona, you'll find that new experiences can sometimes lead to pleasant surprises."

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okay okay okay so lately not only have i been lazy to write ive also been unable due to difficulties. my laptop is being a bitch and its been crashing and losing wifi a lot so its been hard as I cant write on my phone. theres also school stuffs making it hard. i mean i used to write all the time even in classes (online classes) but lately writing has been aggravating my laptop doesnt save the drafts i have and i would lose an entire chapter at times, or im in the middle of writing and ill get a blue screen im losing hope bro. i'll publish what i have in my drafts and if i can ill try to finish Daddy Cupid but I cant really promise it :(

im sorry guys i really do enjoy writing i love your feedback on it i like seeing you interact with my stories...

but like when i cant write i feel like.... idk its a bad feeling that... yk yk its really discouraging to write when i try so hard to get my story done and i lose a whole chapter with 1k+ words done RAHHHHHHHHHHHH its making me lose my mood to write

im not quitting writing guys im not im just saying my updates arent going to be consistent weekly especially when its impossible to write

im really really sorry i hope i can at least finish the story you followed me for i'll try my best

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

"And that should do it!" Marco smiled as he carefully rewrapped your wrist. The gentle touch of his fingers elicited a faint shiver down your spine. "Just one more week, and that should be good as new. It took four weeks because you haven't been following my advice about not straining it. A stubborn girl like you came back a day after getting it wrapped," he chuckled. "But I do hope you've been coming here for more than just that wrist."

"Unfortunately, doc, no," you replied with a teasing grin. "I've been coming here every day for a week, bringing lunch just so you can wrap my bandage. Hate to break it to you."

Marco laughed warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I won't complain about good company and free lunch, especially when it's from someone as charming as you. Enjoy it while it lasts."

"You said you have a week more, you'll be fine." You laughed.

He finished rewrapping your wrist, securing the bandage with expert precision. "There you go, all set. Now, no more accidents, okay?"

You nodded and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Doc. I'll try to be more careful from now on."

Finished with your dressing, Marco told the nurse that they were both going on a lunch break and to hold off on non-emergency patients. You brought out your lunch and handed him his, and you both chatted and ate.

"Yeah, I can't believe my dad hasn't texted me in a while concerning my love life..." you remarked.

"I think that's my fault," Marco laughed. "My dad overheard us talking on the phone. Uncle Rayleigh came over and got drunk celebrating about it."

You chuckled, "Well, what works works. At least they're off our backs for now."

Marco joined in the laughter, "Just wait until your dad starts begging you for grandkids."

"Please tell me he won't do that soon."

"Mine brought it up earlier," he laughed and pulled out his phone, showing his message exchange with his father.

You both burst out laughing.

"Does your dad know that Luffy's dad left him?" you asked.

Marco joined you in laughter. "What happened?"

"Political stuff, moved to another city. Luffy usually stays at the orphanage. He has Shanks as a role model. Of all people."

"Well, I could use that as an excuse to shut pops up about this. Maybe it'll work."

"I swear, no one in this town should be parents," you added with a chuckle.

As you both enjoyed your lunch and chatted, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your pleasant meal. The nurse entered the room with a slightly flustered expression.

"Doc, there's an emergency," she informed Marco urgently.

You quickly gathered his lunch, knowing that duty called for him. With an apologetic smile, Marco acknowledged the interruption.

"It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow," you waved and headed out, leaving him to attend to the medical emergency, grateful for the time you had shared.

As you got out of the room, you watched as the medical nurse and the people who seemed to bring the injured man here rushed. The man tall, imposing figure with golden-blonde hair and pale skin, bleeding on his side. You couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for his well-being as they brought him into Marco's rooms.

A tall, light-skinned, lean, yet muscular man with short dark hair, a beard, sideburns, and sunglasses stood outside the clinic on his phone. Presumably came along with the injured man.

"Joker." He yelled but dropped his phone pinching the bridge of his nose, before deciding to come in.

You were heading towards the mall, more out of curiosity about the unusual convoy than genuine interest, as your town rarely saw such spectacles. The procession of cars passed you, and you strained to catch a glimpse of the celebrity or dignitary who might be the center of attention. But you couldn't help but be drawn to their destination.

The cars made a sudden left turn at the police station, and you followed along, keeping a cautious distance. As you approached, the vehicles came to a stop in a precise formation, and the largest one's door swung open. Your jaw dropped as you saw him step out.

"Doffy?"

He looked markedly different from how you remembered him. There was an air of intimidation about him, something you had never sensed so acutely before. This version of Doflamingo was... downright scary.

Doflamingo signaled his men as he confidently marched into the police station, leaving you utterly perplexed. You had always known that the Donquixote family held significant power in your city, but this was on a whole different level.

The idea of the irritating asshole, who had done nothing but ruin your life, annoy you, and even stalk you, arriving with a convoy and a pink feather coat was almost too surreal to grasp. You couldn't help but imagine yourself making fun of his flamboyant attire, but the current situation demanded more of your attention and concern.

Entering the station, you realized that the entire atmosphere had become tense. The convoy remained at the entry, casting an intimidating presence that forced everyone to look down, including the police officers. You couldn't spot any of the officers you knew – you were only close to Garp and Smoker – and decided to head in their direction.

However, you found yourself blocked by the convoy.

"I came for Garp," you attempted to explain to one of the familiar faces among the police.

"Y/N, can you come back later? There's something going on right now," Hina said, looking concerned.

You persisted, "I saw Doffy come in, and I'm worried something happened."

"Sir Donquixote is fine, don't worry about him, Y/N. You can go," she assured you.

You couldn't help but feel puzzled by the way she referred to Doflamingo, but your curiosity got the better of you. Ignoring the guards' instructions, you approached the group blocking your path.

"Move, I'm going to talk to Doffy," you hissed.

"No can do, sir Donquixote said no one can come."

"I don't care what that lanky flamingo told you. Move." You glared, channeling the intimidation skills your father had taught you. You pushed past them, determined to find out what was happening inside.

The hall was eerily empty, with distant shouting echoing through the building. You strained to catch the words, but they remained unintelligible for the moment.

"DOFLAMINGO!!!"

A resounding thud jolted through the air, and your heart raced as you followed the sound to its source.

"You fucking bastard."

In the room, you found Doflamingo pinning the chief of police by his throat, his anger palpable.

"You went and brainwashed my little brother. Saying he can be a hero. He can do this and that. Giving him all the cupcakes and rainbows. If something happened to him, I'm going to end everyone involved in your stupid fucking assignment!"

Garp was attempting to restrain Doflamingo, trying to keep him from harming the chief further. Doflamingo's fury was on full display as he unleashed his rage upon the room. You couldn't help but step forward, concerned for what might transpire.

"Doffy...?" you called out, seeking to provide some relief.

All three men in the room turned to you. The chief and Garp looked at you with a mix of worry and even fear. Doflamingo's response, however, was different.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently, extending your hand toward him, asking silently if you could offer comfort.

Doflamingo's anger seemed to melt away as he rested his head against your hand. You pulled him closer, cradling him gently as you comforted him.

Amidst the fragmented information you overheard, one thing became clear: his brother is important.

"Where is he?" you inquired, turning to the two officers.

"W-Who?" they asked, bewildered.

"His brother."

"T-The phoenix's clinic... I-It was the cl--"

Doflamingo stirred once more, his voice heavy with frustration. "You couldn't even bring him to a hospi---"

"Doffy, it's fine. I know that place. I think your brother was the man who came after me. The clinic has everything a hospital needs. Come on. We should go. Hmm?"

After a brief hesitation, he reached for your hand, and you left the room together.

Reaching where everyone was they were all shocked to see you come out with him. The convoy bowed and apologized for letting you pass through.

"It's fine. She's fine. We have to go somewhere. Come on," Doflamingo dismissed them hurriedly.

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Daddy Cupid: The Fake Boyfriend

Modern!Smoker X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 3: Scary ass old men

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You fidgeted nervously in your seat, your gaze darting between Smoker, whose stoic expression revealed nothing of his inner turmoil, and outside, trees passing by at speed.

"Smoker, are you sure you can do this?" you finally asked, your voice barely a whisper. "Maybe we can delay this..."

Smoker let out a gruff sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just want to get this over with," he grumbled. "If you want to delay it, it's going to be your problem. He only has until the day after tomorrow to cancel his engagement offer."

Your heart sank at his words. The prospect of confronting your father, a powerful and influential figure, with the truth about your fabricated relationship filled you with dread.

"What if he doesn't believe me and doesn't cancel it?" you asked, your voice trembling. "What am I going to do?"

Smoker looked at you, his gaze unwavering. "Then you have to pretend in front of your fiancé that I'm your boyfriend," he growled. "I don't know, it's your mess you clean it up."

His words were harsh, but you knew he was right. You had created this situation with your lies, and now you had to face the consequences. As much as you hated the idea of deceiving your father, you knew that it was the only way to avoid a disastrous marriage.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Smoker and nodded. "Alright, let's do this," you said, your voice filled with a newfound determination. "We'll face him together."

Smoker pulled up to your father's imposing mansion, his rugged features etched with a mix of determination and apprehension. He stepped out of the car, the slam of the door echoing in the quiet street. Turning, he saw you hesitantly stepping out, your hand instinctively reaching for his arm.

You squeezed his arm, the warmth of his skin a small comfort against the cold dread gripping your heart. "We'll be fine, right?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Smoker met your gaze, his dark eyes holding a flicker of reassurance. "It's your dad," he said, his voice gruff but soothing. "What could go wrong?"

His words were meant to be encouraging, but you couldn't help but detect a hint of doubt in his tone. You knew he was just as nervous as you were, despite his stoic facade.

Taking another deep breath, you squared your shoulders and straightened your back. You couldn't let your fear paralyze you. You had to do this, for yourself.

With Smoker by your side, you walked up the grand steps and rang the doorbell. The sound resonated through the house, a stark contrast to the silence that had preceded it.

As you waited for the door to open, you clung to Smoker's arm, drawing strength from his presence. You knew that the truth would eventually come out, but for now, you had to play your role.

The door creaked open, revealing your father's stern face. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, then at Smoker. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me you were coming over. Smoker." he greet, his voice laced with suspicion.

You took another deep breath, forcing a smile onto your face. "Dad, this is Smoker," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "He's my... my boyfriend."

The words felt foreign on your tongue, a lie you had to tell for the sake of everyone around you. You knew your father wouldn't be happy about it, but you hoped he would understand.

Your father's frown deepened as he looked between you and Smoker. "So you've dragged your friend into your mess? Having him pretend to be your boyfriend? That's both foolish and disrespectful to him." He shook his head, his voice laced with disappointment. "You're both welcome here, but don't think for a moment I'll stop the engagement because of this charade."

Taking a deep breath, you tightened your grip on Smoker's arm and stepped forward, meeting your father's gaze with newfound resolve. "Dad, I understand your concerns, but I'm not pretending. Smoker and I are genuinely dating. It's unfair to both of us for you to ignore our feelings."

Your father's lips pursed, his eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. The silence stretched, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Very well," he conceded, though his tone remained skeptical. "But I want to talk to Smoker alone first. Make yourselves comfortable."

He gestured towards the living room before turning and heading towards his study. You exchanged a worried glance with Smoker, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

"Don't worry," Smoker whispered, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "We'll get through this together."

As you entered the living room, tension crackled in the air like static electricity. Your eyes met the surprised gazes of your father's friends, three powerful men who held considerable influence in your world.

Edward, a boisterous man with a booming voice, was the first to speak. "So, you're the one who's been blocking my son's path to Y/N," he scoffed, his eyes narrowed at Smoker. "I was practically her family already!"

Roger, a man with a regal air and a piercing gaze, followed suit. "And here I thought she would make the perfect daughter for me," he said, glaring at Smoker. "Why would she choose you when you're not much older than my own son?"

Finally, Rayleigh, a wizened old man with a sharp wit, interjected. "Your son is ten years old," he reminded Roger with a dry chuckle, breaking the tense atmosphere with his bluntness.

Smoker's eyes widened as Oden pulled him away, his uncertainty etched clearly on his face. "This wasn't part of the plan," he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible above the low rumble of Oden's laughter.

"You'll probably be fine..." you offered, your voice barely more than a shaky whisper.

"I'm facing the four most powerful men in the Grandline! I need more than a 'probably'!" Smoker hissed in frustration, his stoic facade finally crumbling under the pressure.

Oden's booming laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and sending chills down your spine. He clapped Smoker on the back, his grip surprisingly gentle despite his imposing stature. "If you're planning on what to say," he chuckled, "just know that because of you, all three of us failed to get Y/N into our family. Expect the unexpected."

Smoker stiffened visibly, his face pale under the scrutiny of the three powerful men. You watched him with a mix of concern and admiration, knowing the immense pressure he was under.

You owe him big time.

Determined to ease the tension, you stepped forward, your voice trembling slightly. "Edward," you began, addressing the eldest of the three men, "just know that your son ditched me, it wasn't Smoker's fault!"

Your words hung in the air, the silence that followed thick and suffocating. You knew your attempt to lighten the mood might have been futile, but you couldn't stand by and watch Smoker face their wrath alone.

Edward's face remained impassive, his eyes narrowed as he studied you intently. The other men, Roger and Rayleigh, also wore unreadable expressions, their silence adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

You held your breath, waiting for their response, the weight of their expectations pressing down on you both. The future remained uncertain, hanging precariously in the balance, and you could do nothing but stand there and watch, hoping your gamble wouldn't have disastrous consequences.

Rayleigh, his voice firm and unwavering, cut you off. "Y/N, get away from here. This is a man's conversation. You can't be here. Your man will come to you after we talk. Go to your room."

"But--" you stammered, wanting to stay and support Smoker, but Rayleigh's glare silenced your protest.

"Do you want me to give this guy a chance or not?" he growled.

Knowing it was futile to argue, you reluctantly turned and headed towards your room. As you walked, your mind raced with worry. You were anxious for Smoker, unsure what awaited him behind closed doors.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and Smoker walked in, his face pale but his eyes holding a flicker of hope.

"I'm never going in the same room as those three again," he said, his voice tinged with fear. "Your dad was great, but the other three..." He shuddered, the memory of their imposing presence still fresh in his mind.

"What happened? What did he say?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.

"He's not cancelling the engagement," Smoker revealed, his face falling. "He still thinks we're lying."

Your heart sank. The thought of being forced into a marriage you didn't want filled you with a wave of despair. You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks.

Smoker, sensing your distress, pulled you close, his embrace offering comfort and warmth.

"But he gave me a chance to prove that we're actually dating," he continued, his voice firm despite the fear that flickered in his eyes. "You're not getting married yet, just engaged. If he sees and believes that we're actually a couple, he'll cancel it."

A glimmer of hope sparked within you. "How are we going to do that?" you asked, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and determination.

Smoker wiped away your stray tear, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "By being like this," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's just give it time, okay?"

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Maybe Hero

Hawks / Keigo Takami X Reader

-Y/N L/N a UA’s 1st year Department of Support was mistaken by the No. 2 hero as a hero.

Chapter 7: Night Time

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Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

"Yeah! And he went and destroyed the car!!! He's such a creepy weirdo..." You grumbled as you swayed your legs, staring up at the ceiling.

"I would've destroyed it too, you know," Buggy said matter-of-factly as he applied his makeup. "That car almost hit you and didn't check up on you. Knowing that sociopath, I would've thought he killed the driver already."

"Law said Doffy was gonna do that, but the police said murder is harder to cover up."

"Why can't someone cover for my crimes when I do crimes?" heasked, a hint of frustration in your voice.

"Be born rich, loser," you retorted with a sly grin.

Buggy rolled his eyes and continued applying his makeup, meticulously perfecting his look. A few minutes of silence followed, and you shifted your gaze to the clown, who was almost done with his makeup. He looked up at you with a curious expression.

"No, but like, Bug, do you think he's like... I don't know, into me?" You let out your thoughts, a hint of uncertainty in your voice, seeking your friend's opinion.

Buggy raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "Why are you so worried about that?"

"Because it's Doffy! He's the biggest asshole I know! He's built his life around ruining me since we were kids," you explained, your concern palpable.

"I think he's actually into you," Buggy said with a smirk, waving a brush in your direction. "I remember how he was when you dated Crocoboy."

You cringed at the memory that involved two people you'd rather not think about, your ex and Doffy.

"Which one are you thinking of, the one where they both fight to see who can embarrass me more with shitty stories from years ago?" you asked.

"I was thinking of Doffy sending your video to Croco and, to get back at him, Croco sent one you doing it." Buggy laughed.

"Oh god do not give me a Crocodile and Ceasar flashback..." You hissed and covered your face.

Caesar Clown was a guy you used to flirt with, and he got bullied by Doflamingo. To save himself, he offered Doflamingo to send everything you sent him, from daily selfies to spicy ones.

You don't know how long it went on, but the pictures ranged from the very first one you sent Caesar to the one from last night. You found out about it when Doflamingo showed you his new phone, and you saw your picture in your underwear as his wallpaper, and he had a smirk.

You couldn't contact Ceasar after that and you hoped he had gotten hit by a car or something. When you asked Doflamingo to delete it he refused saying you keep his videos its only fair he keeps yours.

Now, with your content at his disposal, he used it to attack the insecure men who tried to enter your life.

"Bug, can we kill Doffy, please..." You pleaded, frustration and annoyance in your voice.

Buggy let out a chuckle, though he could sense your genuine exasperation. "I'd be dead just by standing next to you in front of him. But, if you ever need a getaway driver for your revenge plot, count me in!"

Buggy looks out the open door of his room and spots his newly woken up roommate. "Or you can go out with a certain man-whore who's also been obsessed with you. He's as powerful as Doflamingo, maybe more."

You follow his eyes and roll your eyes, groaning as you realize he's talking about Shanks. "Not him."

Shanks, hearing your voice, turns to Buggy's room and spots you. His sleepiness quickly fades as he goes into his golden retriever mode, wagging his tail at your feet.

"No, I think you should listen to Buggy. I'll get him off your back," Shanks says, flashing a charming smile.

Not wanting his bright-eyed smile, you softly kicked Shanks's face to get him away from you. "Shoo, we're talking, don't eavesdrop. Go away."

Buggy shakes his head, and Shanks dejectedly walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. You hear him let out a pitiful whimper from behind the door.

"Shanks is more like a little brother, like you. You two have been with me since you guys were like one, or maybe a newborn, you know. You're both like family," you added with a fond smile.

Buggy, now finished with his makeup, turned to you. "Well, as far as I can tell, Doflamingo hasn't changed at all. He's still the same asshole he's been for years. The incident where he walked you home isn't a first time, you know. He drove you home in high school too. I just don't understand why the fact that he actually likes you is a big deal when you still hate him."

You blinked in surprise. "What do you mean he walked me home?"

"In high school, Shanks and I had to stay behind, so we couldn't walk you home and you had a fracture. He took your bag, and you chased him to his car. He ended up driving you home that day," Buggy reminded you.

Your mind was flooded with memories of your high school days with Doflamingo.

"Of course, a dumb girl like you can't tie her shoes properly. You probably do that so a knight in shining armor would swoop in and save you from falling because you're so lonely, huh?" Doflamingo commented while tying your shoes tightly. You would've thought he was trying to stop your circulation... that's probably why you kicked him for it. "That's me trying to reduce the chances of you falling over and making yourself an embarrassment. You'll probably find another way of doing that with how dumb you are."

"Oh, and I'll pay for her," Doflamingo interjected. You turned and glared at him, you having forgotten your wallet at home. "Stop holding the line, dumbass; you owe me 400% interest." He just smirked in response. Which you never paid since you thought he doesn't deserve to get his money back.

The memories brought back a mix of emotions and confusion. He was an asshole who was doing nice things.

"Holy shit Bug, he's always had a crush on me hasn't he..." You gasped.

"Gee what gave you that idea?" He asked sarcastically.

"Bug... Doffy had a crush on me for so long, omg... no way..."

"Y/N, I love you and all, but you're so stupid and oblivious," he said, shaking his head. "Everyone knew he liked you, that's why he was an asshole."

"I didn't! Why didn't anyone tell me????? I thought he was just an asshole!!"

You couldn't understand why these thoughts about Doflamingo were plaguing your mind. It shouldn't matter, after all, you've always disliked him for the way he treated you. There was no way you'd fall for someone who appeared to be a changed man, especially when it was such a bare minimum effort.

You wanted to shift your focus to happier thoughts – someone like Marco. He was a man worth your time, after all. You glanced at your wrapped wrist, remembering your plan to see him soon. It was better to concentrate on that date instead of getting entangled in thoughts about Doflamingo.

Just because he's obsessed with you doesn't mean you have to be too.

Mind off him now.

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Evermore

Dracule Mihawk X Reader

-Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Chapter 1: I Was The One Who Had It All, I Was The Master Of My Fate

The island was bathed in the soft hues of sunset, a tranquil paradise now stained by the recent clash of pirates. The aftermath of the Red-Haired Pirates' intervention painted a scene of contrasting emotions on the once troubled island. The air carried a sense of relief, mingling with the residual tension that still lingered like a fading echo.

Strewn across the sandy shores were remnants of the tumultuous battle—broken weapons, discarded pirate flags, and the occasional charred mark on the earth—all testaments to the chaos that had been averted. The island's residents moved with a renewed purpose, repairing the damage inflicted upon their homes while grateful smiles and whispers of gratitude flitted through the air like a shared secret.

The village, once shrouded in the shadows of despair, now basked in the soft radiance of newfound hope. The wooden structures, adorned with vibrant tapestries and flowers, stood as beacons of resilience against the adversity that had threatened to consume them. Laughter, hesitant at first, began to resonate from the now-reopened market stalls as merchants and buyers alike engaged in the timeless dance of commerce.

Citizens bustled about, picking up the pieces of their shattered lives. Among them, you moved like a ghost, haunted by memories of the invaders who had ravaged your home. Sold into slavery, you were a mere shadow of your former self, shrouded in trauma.

Amidst the chaos, a solitary figure stood out. Dracule Mihawk, the enigmatic Warlord of the Sea, had graced this island with his presence. Red-Haired Shanks and his crew welcomed him warmly, celebrating their recent victory. As the festivities ensued, Mihawk's keen gaze fell upon you, a lone figure on the fringes of the crowd. Your eyes met his, and a shiver ran down your spine.

Shanks, ever perceptive, noticed Mihawk's interest and nudged him playfully. "Seems like someone's caught your eye, Hawk-Eye."

You tensed, ready to flee, but before you could act, Mihawk stepped between you and Shanks. "Akagami, stop frightening her."

Mihawk's words held a strange comfort, and you hesitated, your eyes darting between the two formidable figures. Shanks smiled kindly at you, but his presence still felt overwhelming. As you turned to leave, Shanks made a move to reach out, but Mihawk's hand halted him with a gentle but firm touch.

"Akagami, give her time. Leave her alone."

The night settled over the island, and the festivities dwindled. Mihawk, shrouded in his dark aura, left the crowd and followed the path you had taken. Through winding alleys and dimly lit corners, he found you huddled in the darkest and most secluded part of the village. Mihawk's presence was unsettling, but your fear had been replaced by curiosity.

He approached silently, his boots making no sound against the worn cobblestone. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Mihawk said nothing, respecting the silence that enveloped you. Just as he was about to leave, you summoned the courage to grab the edge of his coat, your fingers trembling.

His gaze met yours, and you pointed to the sword strapped to his back The legendary blade, Yoru, gleamed faintly in the moonlight. With practiced ease, Mihawk drew the sword and placed it before you. Your heart raced as you hesitantly reached out, your fingertips grazing the blade's surface. A mixture of awe and fear filled your eyes as you studied the intricate craftsmanship.

Seeing your desire to touch the sword, Mihawk's lips curved into a rare smile. "You may touch it."

Hesitantly, you extended a trembling finger and brushed it against the blade's edge. A rush of emotions surged through you, and a genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Mihawk's own smile deepened, as a silent connection formed between you and the sword.

Just as the moment seemed to linger, Shanks appeared, his jovial laughter cutting through the silence. Your guard snapped back into place, and you retreated, your heart pounding. Mihawk swiftly moved between you and Shanks, his grip on Yoru tightening subtly.

Shanks laughed heartily. "Hawk-Eye, I didn't expect to find you here."

Mihawk's gaze remained fixed on you, and he simply nodded in response. With a playful wink at you, Shanks allowed himself to be dragged back to the crowd by Mihawk, their shadows fading into the night.

The following day, as the sun began to rise, Mihawk returned to the secluded area he had found you. There you were, sitting, your gaze fixed on the sword that had captured your heart. A silent understanding passed between you and Mihawk as he picked up the sword, the weight of its history evident in his grasp.

You looked up at him, your eyes bright with anticipation and curiosity. He extended Yoru toward you, a silent invitation. The sword practically hummed with energy, and you couldn't resist. With a hesitant smile, you reached out and took hold of the hilt, the cool metal sending a thrill through your fingertips.

Mihawk settled onto the ground beside you, his presence both comforting and enigmatic. As you inspected the blade, your excitement spilled over into a monologue about its history, its legends, and its unparalleled craftsmanship. Mihawk listened intently, his usual stoicism softened by genuine interest.

As your words flowed, Mihawk's curiosity grew. "You seem quite knowledgeable about swords."

You looked up at him, a mixture of emotions in your eyes. "I was swordswoman."

Mihawk's eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised by your admission. "And do you possess a blade of your own?"

A wistful smile tugged at your lips. "I did, once. A legendary sword, passed down through generations. But it was taken from me."

Mihawk's gaze turned contemplative, as if he were piecing together the puzzle of your past. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his tone measured. "Would you like to come with me?"

Without hesitation, you nodded, a spark of excitement igniting within you. "Yes."

Mihawk's lips quirked into a faint smile. "May I ask why? Why would you agree without hesitation?"

You met his gaze, your eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and determination. "Because your sword is the only thing that can bring me back to who I was before... before everything happened."

Mihawk nodded, his gaze softening. He shared stories of his own home, his castle perched atop a desolate cliff, where the sound of crashing waves was a constant companion. Your heart raced at the thought, and the idea of a new beginning filled you with hope.

~

Mihawk's boat glided smoothly into the calm waters surrounding his remote island sanctuary. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the tranquil scene. As the anchor found purchase and the gangway was lowered, Dracule Mihawk stepped ashore with his characteristic grace.

His arrival, however, was met with a sight that drew a rare quirk of his eyebrow. There, standing near the shore with her arms folded and a pout on her lips, was the ever-quirky Perona. Her vibrant pink hair stood out against the backdrop of the island's lush greenery, a vivid contrast to her annoyed expression.

"Finally! You took forever to come back, you know," Perona huffed, her tone a blend of frustration and relief.

Mihawk turns regarded the brash yet endearing ghost princess. "I apologize for any inconvenience, Perona."

Perona's annoyance seemed to dissipate as she caught sight of the turning away. "Hmph. Well, it's about time. Leaving me here with that marimo was a nightmare."

Mihawk arched an eyebrow. "Marimo?"

Perona rolled her eyes, her exasperation evident. "Yes, that swordsman you're so fond of, that green-haired, three-sword-wielding Roronoa Zoro. He's insufferable, you know. All he does is train, act all serious, and get into fights. And the way he talks back to me! I can't take it!"

Mihawk's stoic façade held firm. "Ah, I see. Zoro has a knack for invoking strong reactions."

Perona's arms crossed once more as she launched into a full-blown tirade. "Strong reactions? That's an understatement! He doesn't appreciate my powers, always giving me that scowl. And he's utterly dense when it comes to my Negative Hollows. I tried to have a conversation, you know, something civilized, and all he wanted to do was spar!"

"It appears you had quite the eventful time."

Perona huffed, her annoyance still palpable. "Eventful? More like excruciating! I'm just glad you're back so I can have some semblance of sanity."

"I am tired, may I retire back home? You can regale me with your adventures in dealing with our dear marimo whilst we walk."

Perona's scowl softened into a begrudging grin, and she floated closer to him. "Fine. But you owe me. Big time."

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Evermore

Dracule Mihawk X Reader

-Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Chapter 1: I Was The One Who Had It All, I Was The Master Of My Fate

Chapter 2: I Never Needed Anybody In My Life, I Learned The Truth Too Late

Chapter 3: I'll Never Shake Away The Pain, I Close My Eyes But She's Still There

Chapter 4: I Let Her Steal Into My Melancholy Heart, It's More Than I Can Bear

Chapter 5: Now I Know She'll Never Leave Me, Even As She Runs Away

Chapter 6: She Will Still Torment Me, Calm Me, Hurt Me, Move Me, Come What May

Chapter 7: Wasting In My Lonely Tower, Waiting By An Open Door

Chapter 8: I'll Fool Myself She'll Walk Right In, And As The Long, Long Nights Begin

Chapter 9: I'll Think Of All That Might Have Been, Waiting Here For Evermore

I'm in love with writing a story based on songs and i just rewatched beauty and the beast when i heard it I immediately thought omg which character would be perfect for this. I was like listing chacters who was like powerful but lonely. I was like down to Roger, Mihawk, Crocodile and Doffy. I got rid of roger because hes married. Doffy wasn't lonely and Crocodile didn't have a castle <3 hehe i loved this its like not nicely written so dont expect much its just a prompt that came to my mind.

When i heard the song. I had like a concept come to me but like thats all I had. The concept i had was just the start so haha..... i kinda just tried to make this. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

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Daddy Cupid: The Fake Boyfriend

Modern!Smoker X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 2: My love so sweet, My darling one

"No, that won't do." You pouted, clinging onto his arm.

"That won't either." Smoker gritted his teeth, pushing you away. "If this was us 'trying things out,' you're being weird."

"But we're supposed to be on a dateeeee!" You pouted, clinging onto his arm with puppy-dog eyes.

"WE DON'T HAVE TO BE THOSE WEIRD CLINGY COUPLES JUST BECAUSE OF THAT. IT'S ANNOYING. YOU KEEP ACTING LOVEY-DOVEY."

"You're supposed to have a crush on me for a while, and when I said I needed to date someone, you volunteered. That's a story. Why am I more romantic than someone who's had a crush and finally given a chance?!"

"But I don't have a crush on you!"

"Well, now you do, so act like it, buddy!" You elbow his side and stomped out of his place.

Yesterday was when you two agreed to act like you're dating. The story you're going with was that you confided in Smoker about the engagement, and he asked you out, not wanting you to slip from his hand. You tried going on a date with him for a week because it's better to date your friend than marry a stranger, and you ended up slowly falling for him.

How were you going to pull those of you have no idea. Especially with you two not agreeing on a single thing aside from the story.

You sit on the floor waiting for the elevator, wearing a pout and occasionally glancing in the direction of Smoker's place, hoping he'd follow you.

Why were you hoping for that to happen?

Because you're feeling petty and you're prideful about the whole thing, but deep down, you know you need him.

But as the elevator opened, your heart sank when your eyes met someone you were hoping not to see. His face reflected a mix of uncertainty and shock. Crocodile, your ex.

"Y/N..." He greeted, sounding a bit unsure. "You live here?"

You shifted uncomfortably, your eyes avoiding direct contact. The rapid beat of your heart resonated in your chest, and your lips quivered with uncertainty.

"No..." The word escaped your lips, a hesitant admission. "I-I'm here with someone..."

His face displayed a mix of emotions, a hint of shock and perhaps something more. Tightening his hold on the box he carried, he continued to look at you, waiting for your next words.

Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the unexpected encounter. What was it about his presence that stirred up such discomfort? Your breakup wasn't entirely your fault; it was an inevitable parting. So, why were you feeling this way now?

"U-Uhm..." You stammered, searching for the right words. The lingering silence hung heavily in the air, and you couldn't understand why he wasn't leaving, allowing you to escape this awkward moment.

"You're so annoying and ungrateful, you rat. Can't believe storming out when you—" The scolding voice cut through the tension.

Both you and Crocodile turned to the sound, and you've never felt happier seeing Smoker. Relief flooded over you as you got up and ran to him, almost stumbling in your haste.

"Smoker," Crocodile greeted, his tone indifferent.

Smoker wrapped an arm around you, holding you closer, and nodded at the other man's direction.

"Stupid rat, see what you got yourself into now?" Smoker's voice continued, adding to the charged atmosphere.

You nodded softly against his chest not wanting to lift your head.

"Are you the new neighbor? I'd welcome you and all but I have plans right now." Smoker smiled slowly pried you away.

He subtly wiped away the unnoticed tears from your cheeks, the gentle gesture a silent reassurance.

"I have a date with this rat," he grumbled, giving a playful tousle to your hair. "We're gonna go ahead. Feel free to stop by and knock on my door if you need anything. Welcome."

As he waved one last time, his firm grip led you away. The elevator doors closed, enveloping you in a mix of emotions. The unexpected encounter with Crocodile, had finally been comprehended.

"You okay?" Smoker looked at you worried.

You bury yourself to his side and shook your head.

"Got it, guess I'll just have to do this date till you're better." He looked at your solemn state and sighed. "I guess you can cling onto me or call me whatever you want. I don't fuckin know." He grumbled.

"Sorry..." you finally admitted as you walked hand in hand, sharing the ice cream he had just bought.

A teasing smirk played on Smoker's lips as he asked, "You still haven't moved on from that guy?"

Your shoulders tensed, and you shot him a glare. "I-I have!"

"Sure, sure, sure. So why did you tense up and have a breakdown because you saw him?"

"Oh, my sweet love, are you jealous that I reacted like that to my ex? Don't worry, my sweet love, you're all I need nowww~" you cooed, smushing his face with playful affection.

Extending his hand to push you away from him, he hissed, "My darling rat, how about you shut up before I take back this deal."

"Hey, I had a breakdown. You're supposed to pamper me."

"No, I'm not," he declared, walking off ahead, leaving you to catch up.

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its okay take your time we love you <333

OMG i just came backkk thank you so much for understanding anon a lot had been going on and im really having a hard time anyway im back now and i hope i wont have to go away again as far as i know my exam which is in feb is the next time ill leave thx for waitingggg

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