Hello Readers! It is with sad news that we come to you here today. We appreciate all of the care and support you have given the series 'You're Mine,' but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. This account along with all other books and works of fiction associated with it will be deleted in by the 28th of may. A message was posted on this page's board a week ago so that everyone could say their proper goodbyes to the series, but it has come to our attention that some might not have paid any attention to the notice, So we bring it in a way that you can see properly.
For those concerned as to why I am getting rid of this account, I assure you everything is fine with myself as a person! I just cannot continue to write fan fictions while knowing that my original works are so often overlooked! I understand the preference and do not hold it against anyone, but it's Time for me to focus more on the craft for my characters and my stories as opposed to piggybacking off of characters already crafted.
Doflamingo was happy to be your husband! He was happy to call you his beloved bride and accepts your love no matter what race, gender, or sexual preference you held. He loved you openly and truly, but it is time for the two of us to bid you Adieu onto the next stage of your life just as we must go to ours! We apologize for the fact that we could not finish the third and final work of the series, but the drive for such things has Long since ended. But, alas, we give you this.
"Ufufufu, I guess there's no stopping time, [Y/N]. I am rooting for you, you troublesome partner of mine. You have been with me for years and years. [Y/N], promise me you'll keep being the light in the world I could never give you. Maybe get Strawhat for me, ufufufu! Until we meet again, but remember. . . You're Mine."
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You're Mine: Till Death Do We Part
FanfictionYou live at DressRosa with Doflamingo and as you've know he can be more than aggressive. You've dated him for a year now and can't wait for things to get a little better. What happens when you see him conspiring with. Hot little number? How do you r...
