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You collapse on top of Doflamingo's body. "Holy mother of God I'm tired!" You flail around your arms, like a fish struggling on land, all the while Doflamingo looks at you with a face of disdain. "It's only been an hour." He pats your head gently. "And you ask for my help, remember?" You sigh in defeat and shifts yourself comfortable on his lap. "But we've been doing this for weeks and-" Doflamingo hushes you. "Fufufu, is it possible that you perhaps want some kind of reward?" You pause for a moment, until you realise what he really meant, and your face instantly flushes red. "It seems like you already have an idea of what you want." He sa

The test is due tomorrow. Six hours left. You flip open the book hastily, filled with written notes covering every pages. All you left to do is to memorize it all. You stare at the page, twirling the pen in your hand. You have always revised beforehand, so you just have read through it once and you can reunite to the Paradise called your bed. It would not be a problem, if your neighbor is not so noisy. Having sex in the moment. And in such a critical moment when your life depends on it. You certainly have no rights to judge on the private lives of your wonderful neighbors, but you hoped that at least they would be more self-conscious. Ba

The light of the oil lamp flickered, the only light source lighting up the dark room. Rain splattered onto the window, tick, tick, tick; breaking the silence of the room. Your pen darted across the paper, making multiple lines and symbols; stacks of paper piled up your desk, confining you into the jail of countless and never-ending paperwork. Granted you enjoy working in the Revolutionaries, you weren't so keen on your tedious and repetitive task on signing and writing letters, since you aren't really a fighter. You blamed yourself for not taking combat classes with you father when you were young. Then maybe you can finally go to the front

You looked out from the deck, the fog, like a grey thick blanket covering the sea. Squinting at the ocean, you can hardly figure out the silhouettes of the other ships of the crew. You stretched out your hand towards the sea, your palm concealed by the haze, wrapping around your arm, making you felt slightly cold and chilly. You turned around and faced the almost empty deck, with handful of Marines strolling and marching around. Most of them have already gone off to take a rest, since the ships will not be sailing for a while, unless the fog finally decided to go and leaves the crew in peace. Looking at the fog isn't exactly a fun or interes

"Captain has been acting weird." Sachi noted. "Yeah." You agreed. Ever since the crew landed on this island, Law had been acting weird. It was just a normal winter island that snows constantly, and there is even a small village for your crew to refill your resources. But since Law had left the submarine, he had just been standing on the snow filled ground and staring at the falling snowflakes. For half an hour. Jean Bart and Penguin had already returned with bags of goods, their eyes fixated on their captain that had been standing at the same place for half an hour."_____, you have to do something." Sachi urged you. "Even Bepo can't move

"Good morning, Sir Crocodile." You smiled as you saw the sullen man walked into the room. Crocodile only grumbled in response. The heavy rain woke him up, and he was not in a good mood. He only furrowed his eyebrows further as the rain falls harder. "Where is him?" He asked grudgingly. "Mr.1's out." You silently thanked the man for giving you alone time with Crocodile. He only grumbled at the answer, showing his clear frustration. "Are you planning to go anywhere then?" You walked past him and closed the windows, he had always hated rain. "Not with this weather." He growled. He sat down at the table and glanced around the empty bar, at a