#doffy fluff

[dysphoric-bitch-boy]

OP men when you’re on your period

Doffy -lol good luck -physically couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried -wants to fuck -calls you gross

Crocodile -he’s been through this shit so he’s sticking with you -buys you fancy chocolates -gets you ibuprofen -if he has time he’ll watch a movie with you -god help him if it’s titanic -genuinely comforts you and stays by you as much as possible

Corazon -has heard of chocolate on your period so he gets you some -you ask him for pads and he’s wholly confused -“overnight? Light flow? Medium flow? HEAVY flow?” -“yeah I’m in the pad isle what size vagina do you wear?” -“so you DONT shed skin on your period?” -overall he has no idea what the hell he’s doing but he’s doing everything he can to make sure you’re comfortable -gently holds you like an egg and cries to titanic with you -“Laaaaaawwww it’s so sad join us pleeease!” -he eventually wears Law down enough to watch it with you two

Law -he’s a doctor who actually knows how periods and people who get them work -he knows to get you chocolates, pads, ibuprofen, heating pad, etc -kinda bad with emotions so if you’re super emotional he doesn’t know how to navigate it -lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you cry to titanic

Buggy -like Corazon, has no idea what to do -starts panicking about what happens if you get super angry at him or what if you’re so depressed you can’t even eat or what happens if you lose all your blood or- -does everything he can to help you, if the cramps are really bad he cuddles you until you feel better -walking on eggshells to not upset you even tho a lot of its unnecessary -treats you like royalty -you’d definitely save him from an attack or something and he’d ease up about most of his worries -he’d throw you a banquet in celebration and also in relief -“WHAT????? You’re telling me these come EVERY MONTH?????????”

Sanji -bro is already a huge simp -but on your period you’re not allowed to even lift a finger if he has anything to say about it -makes you plenty of protein-rich meals and chocolaty French stuff -gives you all the attention and love he can give and more, which may or may not get super annoying really quickly -knows nothing about pads so he just buys them all for you -literally every single product in the isle -it’s fucking expensive but he’d do just about anything for you especially since you’re the only one who’d date him

Zoro -wtf??? -doesn’t have the slightest idea of what a period is -thinks you’re joking -“okay, so you’re telling me once a month you bleed in your pants to prepare for getting pregnant? Nice try, everyone knows that the stork brings the baby-“ -don’t even bother with him

Franky -tries to invent you a device that captures the blood and gently heats your lower stomach -if you ask for ibuprofen or anything like that he might just bring you cola instead -“I don’t know about you but this stuff makes me feel suuuuper! I’m sure it will work on your cramps and get you back to your normal, energetic self!” -it doesn’t work

Brook -sad that you’re wearing the period underwear instead of panties



[zolawffy]

What they would say to their bratty girlfriend

Zoro

“If you wanna keep being a brat, s’fine with me. I’ll deal with you later.” Then he continues to work out. And trust me, he handled that later.

Crocodile

He would just light his cigar and continue to grunt in disapproval. He would be hawk eyeing you and not in a damn good way. The look in his eyes spells you fucked up.

Law

“I’ll give the attention you need but you aren’t getting it acting like that.”

Kid??

Kid would get annoyed. “ugh, You bein’ a whiny little baby again?”

Doflamingo

He would laugh and then get serious. “I give you everything you want, and this is how you act.” He called you a naughty girl because you kept up your antics. “You’re aching for my touch. Aren’t you?” He’d say right before he fixed that attitude.

[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader His Type

Master List

this kinda got away from me lol, it's also messy, Nsfw part warning I marked it tho no worries, the kinda trigger warnings that accompany Doffy apply but not all of them, also blood and death not Doffy or reader..... ish. as always please tell me if you find any mistakes and to address my hiatus I got sick then busy then sick again it was a rough ride lol

Feisty, headstrong, bratty, Loyal, obedient, smart, supportive, sympathetic, insane.

SFW AKA FLUFFY

He likes how loyal you are to him, how nothing and no one will make you betray him, how you’d defy the whole world for him and how you’d die for him.    He likes that you’re not with him because he’s a god or king, not because of his wealth or influence, not because he’s strong or a conqueror, you love his strength yes, but you love more than just that, you love all of him.   

He likes how nice you are to him, how you always listen to him and how you help him, how you don’t pity him for what happened but your reaction is just sadness because he suffered, it’s out of your pure feelings of love towards him which baffled him for a long time when he found out after he was done suspecting you had ulterior motives.    It takes him a while to get used to this and accept it, especially how you encourage him to open up and that it’s not weakness to have problems and it’s part of being alive, how he can be vulnerable with you without consequences.    If he just wants to talk, you’ll listen attentively and it doesn’t matter how long after if he brings it up again you’ll remember everything, if he wants feedback you’ll give him feedback and advice.    He’s conflicted because you taught him it’s OK to be vulnerable and show weakness to you, that he doesn’t have to be strong the whole time, especially that he wanted to portray himself as strong for you to show he can protect you and that he’s the best, that you won’t find anyone like him, so you don’t ever leave him, you assure him you won’t ever leave and he believes you.   Your love for him persists even tho you know he’s not as strong as he portrays himself, and that he has these *human* feelings, how he’s still tortured by nightmares of his past, how sleep escapes him on many nights and when he does sleep he almost always jolts awake in terror struggling to calm his heartbeat and control his breathing, how when that happens you don’t comment on it and just drag him into your arms and never acknowledge the nightmare waiting for him to do it when he’s ready, how you stop him from drowning out the terror with alcohol and give him an alternative, talking about random things asking about what he’s going to do tomorrow even tho you know his schedule or even read to him or tell him a story, but you never judge him no  matter what you never look at him any less and never leave or betray him.   How you still look at him with the same admiration and love you always did and even more, he questions if you’re sound of mind to be so genuinely in love with someone like him, he knows his flaws and wonders if you don’t, he asks you once and you just tell him that you know and acknowledge his flaws and you love him, flaws and all.

He realizes how much he loves you and that scared him, he avoided you for a couple of days till you basically pursued him and sat him down to talk asking if something was troubling him and if it's you, he doesn't confess outright but he makes it very clear, and he's thankful for your perceptiveness because he didn't have to say it for you to understand how he feels and how confessing won't be easy at least for a while.

In the end he hates that you're loyal and love him enough that you're willing to die for him, he doesn't want to lose you, just thinking about it puts him in pain.

NSFW

He likes his toys obedient and serving, however if you want to be more than just a toy you have to have your own sense of self and not just a mindless fool, he likes feisty and bratty, he likes his partner to have her own sense of self while still being loyal to him, he likes someone who has their own thoughts however if you always question him that’ll annoy him, there’s a delicate balance, he also likes it when you tease him and are bratty, there’s nothing he enjoys more than punishing your teasing till you’re begging for more or for him to slow down depending on which way he decided to punish you either way in the end he’ll be fucking the brat out of you till you can no longer think.    His queen can be as bratty as she wants, and she gets everything she wants, however all actions have consequences, the brattier you are the more he’ll punish you, his punishments are pure blissful torture.    Nothing turns him on more than seeing you be sadistic, killing enemies brutally? Turns him on, getting covered in blood in the process? Sends shivers down his spine and straight to his cock, torturing a traitor or enemy for information? He knows for a fact that you're secretly watching him and can see his straining boner especially when you throw him a knowing glance and smiling teasingly while standing over the poor soul that’s suffering, same goes for you for all the above, especially when he uses his devil fruit how the strings can be so dangerous and sharp enough to cut through anything but he has enough control that he can make them dull enough that he can use them on you without leaving a single cut or a few scratches if he wishes, licking your blood also turns him on.    When you bite him during sex, that’s a privilege held by no other, he discovered he liked it when he was fucking you hard in an empty hallway in some base of an underworld dealer he was making a deal with and got bored and annoyed so during a break, he dragged you with him to an empty hallway pinned you to the wall and told you to be quiet as he quickly pulled down your pants and his fingers found your wetness you lack of panties and being already wet wasn’t lost on him, soon enough he was balls deep inside you while you muffled your moans by burying your face in his neck, his shirt jacket and coat having already been discarded at this point, he never slowed down even as you both heard voices going up and down the other hallways, as you felt yourself about to come you clung harder to him while he encouraged you and also teased you that you’ll get caught if you’re too loud, you came hard and instinctively bit down on his shoulder so hard you drew blood, the sudden unexpected feeling made him follow you emptying himself inside you, quickly realizing what you did you went to apologize but before a word left you, you heard him laughing quietly in your ear, looking at you with that usual grin was an immediate relief what he said next shocked you “so my feisty kitten likes to bite fufufufu ...I’ll keep that in mind for later tonight” he finished his sentence by kissing your red stained lips tasting his blood on them, good news is his clothes covered your handiwork and yours covered his, otherwise everyone would have known what went down a few feet away from them  

[beanghostprincess]

I think a very normal amount about Crocodile and Mihawk genuinely seeing Buggy's value. Genuinely appreciating his dream and his sense of adventure. Mihawk (bored-to-death swordsman who desperately needs something new) and Crocodile (the man who only cares about business because the last time he wanted something a kid with flip-flops sent him flying) seeing that the clown they're only using as bait and punching bag is actually the one with the biggest pirate heart. They realize he has charisma and followers for a reason and it's the fact that his "fake it til you make it" persona is actually built above his true dream. The words of fake confidence he speaks are actually words he genuinely wants to believe, but always fears will backfire because he doesn't have anything to rely on (unlike Shanks. Because even if Shanks doesn't need to rely on anything, he used to wear the trust and love of their captain in his head and everyone else supported him to be his legacy). So they end up seeing that they can do more with him. Together. Mihawk and Crocodile might have the money and the people but Buggy has the dream. They can go higher. They can be more than what they thought they were. Buggy shows them this side of himself between tears and sudden yelling and they have to admit that... They used to have dreams. Long forgotten ones. And okay, Buggy might not be the king of the pirates. They're so not saying that. But they can go higher.

They see this side of him and they never say it out loud (and even if they did, Buggy wouldn't even notice because he's busy begging them not to kill him. Which, y'know, fair) but something changes inside of them. Perhaps it's a faint, tiny sense of protectiveness. Maybe affection. Some type of appreciation they can't quite name because it would be too embarrassing for them to even say they care for this clown but- But it's there. Something.

So they keep Buggy around and he starts to feel less like a punching bag and more like somebody they care about. Kind of. And you know what? Maybe the damn clown can become the king of the pirates if he has already made the impossible happen once.

[yoonavii]

Doflamingo as a Girl Dad

Context: The heavenly demon with his girly devil spawn

Despite his often intimidating exterior, Doflamingo’s love for his daughter would be unconditional. He would cherish her deeply and strive to provide her with the best life possible.

He would be fiercely protective of his daughter, willing to go to great lengths to ensure her safety and well-being. He would be a formidable presence, ready to shield her from any harm.

Known for his extravagant attire, Doflamingo would share his love for fashion with his daughter. He would take pride in dressing her in stylish and eye-catching outfits, instilling a sense of flair and individuality.

Doflamingo would encourage his daughter to be confident and independent, believing in her ability to overcome challenges and make her own choices. He would foster her self-assurance and empower her to stand tall.

Despite his busy schedule, Doflamingo would carve out special moments to bond with his daughter. Whether it’s sharing stories, playing games, or engaging in activities, he would make an effort to create meaningful memories together.

He would offer guidance and teach his daughter important life lessons. He would share his knowledge and experiences, imparting valuable insights to help her navigate the world

He would inspire his daughter to be ambitious and set high goals for herself. He would encourage her to follow her dreams, supporting her endeavors and fostering a drive for success.

Doflamingo would teach his daughter resilience, emphasizing the importance of perseverance in the face of adversity. He would guide her to rise above challenges, developing inner strength and determination.

Doflamingo would show his daughter the balance between strength and compassion. While he possesses a powerful presence, he would also teach her the value of empathy and kindness towards the ones she cares about.

Despite his tough exterior, Doflamingo would have a soft spot for his daughter. He would cherish their father-daughter bond and indulge her with affection and care, creating a sense of security and love.

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[trashytoastboi]

Hiiiiiiii! I've been wanting to send a request for quite some time now, I happened to cross your blog and immediately loved everything and read each on your masterlist! If I may get some fluff for doffy, law, and smoker with a blind s/o that wants to know how they look like by feeling their faces and saying that they seemed to be perfect and beautiful and even made their s/o in tearsby just imagining and listening to some details the gents share about themselves to their s/o 🥺

Heyya! Thank you so much, I'm truly glad you enjoy my work ☺🍞 this ask was really lovely to write! Doffy's ended up a little more angsty than anticipated but nevertheless. Hope you enjoy~🍀

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(Gender Neutral)

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Headcanons: Doflamingo, Law, Smoker x Blind! S/O that wants to know what they look like by feeling their face.

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Donquixote Doflamingo

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🧶 Doflamingo sighed again, his thoughts drifting to unnecessary places. The record player played some soft music in the background, sometimes it helped to stop the silence and all the thoughts that came with it. {Name} heard his sigh "Doffy?" They called to him softly, their voice interrupting his thoughts. "Hm?" He says up, now brought back to the room and not wherever his mind had put him. He looked at {Name} sitting in his lap, their smaller stature made them look so fragile in comparison to himself. "You were a bit quiet. Is everything alright?"

🧶 There was no reply, {Name} reached up and placed a hand on his face, tracing their fingertips over his features, "You're frowning again..." they murmured, Doflamingo really couldn't hide his expression when they could feel the difference between his smiles and frowns. "Just thinking about some things." His voice seemed much more passive, not as confident or authoritative as they'd grown accustomed too. He leaned into the warmth of their hands, taking a comfort in how dearly and easily {Name} would touch him.

🧶 Doflamingo could never muster any malice nor anger against {Name}, he treated them with an uncharacteristic gentleness that was not present anywhere else. He knew the atrocities he commited, the fact that people did not revere him as a god but rather feared him as a monster. He knew it was well deserved. But whenever {Name} would cradle his face in their hands, telling him how precious he is to them. Somehow listening to all of their honest praise even if it was about him being handsome, he found so much solace in their embrace.

🧶 {Name} ran their fingers through his short hair, "Tell me what you look like", it's not the first time they asked and yet he always presented the same answer "A monster..." Doflamingo stated it coldly, factually. {Name} knew of the things he did, in a different light they might have agreed. But Doflamingo is so dear to them that they hated whenever they called himself a monster.

🧶 They hummed softly, beginning to list the image they had of him, his features. The innocent way that they viewed him brought something of a tragic smile to Doflamingo's lips, eliciting a smile from {Name} when they felt his expression shift under their touch to form a smile. Doflamingo felt safe, and forgiven in their presence. He knew it was false and deluded himself into thinking he could be someone good, maybe he could change to be someone better for {Name}.

🧶 He loved their thoughts and words, the way in which {Name} loves him so dearly. His forgiving and gentle nature that is only present to them. {Name} only knew of this side, he had never wanted them to experience what he is truly like. His heart would break at the thought of their words of love and praise turning into those of hate and fear. The very idea crushed him, and so he never wanted them to understand the kind of man he really is.

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Trafalgar Law

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🍄 Law walked into his shared room, he half dries his hair with the towel and keeps it over his shoulder. The shower felt refreshing and relaxing. {Name} heard the door open accompanied by some random mumbles from Law. "How was your shower?" They asked, gaining a curt response from a tired Law. They called him over, feeling the water from his hair as Law sat on the bed. {Name} adjusted, sitting on their knees as their hands tapped along his shoulders to find the towel. Raising it to his head, they could feel the water dripping. Law hated being treated like a kid, even if it was a comment about not drying his hair properly but in truth he left it like that because he enjoyed having {Name} dry it for him.

🍄 {Name} dried his hair, using their fingers to feel for any dripping water and felt satisfied to find none. They set the towel aside and ran their fingers through his hair. Their fingers landed on his ear, tracing the shape and feeling his earrings between their fingers. "{Name-ya?}" Law's voice snapped them out of their absent minded actions. Law turned to face them, placing {Name's} hands on his face as a silent permission for them to continue. {Name} chuckled feeling his facial hair tickling their fingertips. "You're handsome" {Name} stated and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Law smiled at their heartfelt compliment and enjoyed watching their expression as they touched him.

🍄 Their hands moved down his neck, to his shoulders, their fingers perfectly following the lines and curves of his tattoos with perfect memorization of where they were along his body. Their hands repeating the same motion along his chest. "They're really pretty" {Name} commented as their finger wrote the letters of his fingers, the gentle way they go over the letters and hold his hands in theirs.

🍄 Law recalled the first time he ever explained his tattoos to his partner. Going over how it felt, what they meant to him. The simple explanation he offered didn't make complete sense to {Name} who couldn't fully create a mental image. Law took their hands in his, guiding them and dragging them along the lines of his tattoos so they could draw the image themselves.

🍄 {Name} loved and was always amused by the way Law would describe himself. The reason why they found it amusing was mostly because of how happy he sounds when doing so. Often Law would read his difficult and complicated textbooks, droves of medical jargon that served to put {Name} to sleep more than anything. His voice always felt calm, and precise when reading those textbooks. Until Law had read {Name} some Sora comics and the ever present enthusiasm and uplift in his voice when he read them was a true delight to listen to. When describing his appearance Law often would use very comical terms, as if he were explaining a character in a comic book.

🍄 Law got used to the contact, having {Name} greet him by touching his face or running a finger over his lips and sometimes feeling cheeky would give them a little kiss. It became part of the routine. Especially after any danger {Name} needs reassurance that he's alright and Law would always hold theirvhands to let them inspect and make sure he's fine.

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Captain Smoker

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💨 Smoker drew a long inhale from his cigars, exhaling the comically large puff of smoke. The room filled with smoke but what could he say. He wasn't one to focus on the details of his smoking. He stacked his rocks finding some relaxation in the action. A sudden cough nearly toppled his perfectly balanced tower, but failed to make it fall. A knock on the door alerted Smoker to company, he called out a curt "Enter" before {Name} stepped in, seeing who stepped in. Smoker got up relatively quickly to open a window and air out the room while he gingerly grabbed their hand, another on their back to guide them over the various stacks of papers and files that lay scattered everywhere.

💨 {Name} sat down and Smoker looked evidently more giddy in action and atmosphere, he tried to silently fan out the excess smoke that continued to hang in the room. {Name} stated they missed him and wanted to find out how he is. They reached out to carefully touch his face when Smoker stopped them, removing his cigars before they burnt their fingers.

💨 Smoker apologized for stopping them and {Name} knew it wasn't for a bad reason but they tend to forget about his cigars in fact they didn't pay it much mind until {Name} really did burn their fingers once while going over Smokers features. He felt so bad that he became overly conscious of smoking around them for good reason. he never wants to accident to repeat itself.

💨 They felt his expression, his stoic facade faltering under their touch and morphing into something more calm. Feeling the way the subtle smile tugged at his lips was so lovely to {Name.} They ran their fingers along the scar on his face. It was strange, feeling sometimes foreign after the scar had healed. They would often touch his scar to familiarize themselves with it.

💨 {Name} often listened to the way he would describe his appearance, usually while they would map out the corresponding feature. At first it was difficult, or vague. Since Smoker gave very precise details that belonged to a report. He explained his appearance like he would of a suspect. His exact height, his scar, the colour of his eyes. Details that were precise and yet vague at the same time. Eventually he picked up the subtle art of a more descriptive detailing for his partner.

💨 Always praised him for being the most handsome person they've ever come across. Smoker used to think it was just a baseless compliment, he didn't exactly focus too heavily on appreances. Although after {Name} came into his life he tried to take care of himself a bit more. For their sake but the point remains. He loved the compliments he got from them and wanted to keep receiving them.

[floofers-1]

The Baratie And The Bird (NSFW)

Summary: With an anniversary on the horizon Maria and Doflamingo go out for a raunchy dinner date at a little restaurant in the East Blue.

Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Saint Maria (OC)

Word Count: 3.0K

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Exhibitionism, Feeding, Grinding, Riding, Hair Pulling, Author Self-Indulgence

Notes: This was my first smut its a couple months old so it's rough around the edges / Smut with a vauge Plot / Fixed warnings because holy crap my ass was tired when i posted

3 Years before Dressrosa is overthrown by the Straw hats and Law.

“You want to go to a restaurant in the East Blue?” Doflamingo sat comfortably by the poolside, one arm around his dove who held a newspaper in her hand.

“It’s making a lot of news, the chefs can battle!” Maria kicked her feet absentmindedly while looking at the paper. He owed her, after all it’s not easy being forced from luxury to learn Haki. “You owe me Doffy, our anniversary is around the bend and you are working me to the bone.” Maria during the 7 years since being saved had rarely left Dressrosa and when she did Doflamingo was always with her. Within the past year Doflamingo had been extraordinarily busy setting up a very lucrative deal with one of the four emperors of the sea Kaidou of the beasts and mad scientist Caesar Clown. While this was wonderful for the pockets as well as influence, having to answer to an emperor of the sea changed Doflamingo’s attitude of Maria being completely helpless in a fight. The idea he could swoop in and save her used to be the plan but he couldn’t take a risk like that now with his new business partner.

“I owe you?” He chuckled, she had gotten more bold with him too, the comfort of luxury spoiling her once more, of course by design. “Pretty sure you still owe me sweetheart.” He lifted her chin from the paper to be greeted with gentle flushed cheeks and a cheeky little smile.

“Well how about this.” She put the paper down, crawling into his lap, her hands on his chest. “You take me to the East Blue for this restaurant.” She let her delicate fingers slide downwards and effortlessly remove his belt. “And I’ll do you a few favors.” Her hand snaked under his pants. His typical shit-eating grin on his face. While from her perspective he understood the bargain, at the end of the day she was his and would do as he would say, bribing him with what he already had was hopeless.

“Behave Dove, we have the family around.” Maria scoffed slightly, that never stopped them before, it was awkward and embarrassing at first but by now Maria was his plaything when he wanted no matter what.

“That never stopped us before.” She lightly nipped his neck before his hand firmly grabbed her face to look at him. Her gentle love was still there, sometimes he had to work it out of her bratty exterior other times it was like their first time all over.

“Dove.” His voice hovered in her ears causing her to shutter and drool ever so slightly. “How about you ask nicely for the things you want, or do I have to teach you that lesson again?” He squeezed her neck slightly, hitching her breath. She shook her head, she knew her place. His hand released as she fixed his belt. “Good girl, now what did you want to do?”

“I-I’d like to go on a date with you at the Baratie in the East Blue Doffy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck nuzzling him. That’s what he needed from her, that sweet little bird that she was.

“I’ll make arrangements but.” She hated the sound of that. “You owe me for letting you off Dressrosa, we’re going so far too you owe me big.” He had a large smirk plastered to his face as she puffed her cheeks.

“Fineeee.” She caved, even when she owed him it felt so good to repay him.

The trip to the East Blue was a bit of a long one, the crew had to sail from the New World, under the Red Line and then past the Calm Belt in Paradise. Of course Doflamingo made a few business stops along the way, whether it be Punk Hazard to check in with Caesar or Sabaody for the auction house; much to the dismay of Maria. By the time the two had arrived in the East Blue it’d had been nearly a month of sailing and Maria had certainly missed the comforts of Dressrosa much to Doflamingo’s amusement as she requested this trip, he used this often as ammunition during their little games of chicken. Finally they saw their destination, a decently sized ship with a large sign labeled Baratie. Once anchored along the ship’s extendable dock the two made their way aboard.

“Doffy come onnnn! It’s been far too long on that ship!” Maria was quick to hop off the ship before Doflamingo used his strings to yoink her back to his side.

“I told you to get off at Sabaody didn’t I?” He then leaned into her ear. “Do I need to use your leash again, Dove?” He entangled his fingers in her hair as he spoke, giving a small tug causing Maria to have her face turn red and bite her lip.

“N-No I’ll behave Doffy.” She mumbled garnering a chuckle. He let her go and she stayed by him as the two made their way into the main entrance where a host was waiting.

“Reservation?” The host looked up at Doflamingo staring at him in the lenses, they were used to pirates and top navy coming in, a warlord didn’t scare him.

“Donquixote Doflamingo and Donquixote Maria.” It sent a special shiver when he used her name like that, even if they had been together for so long, it still pinged in her chest like she was a little girl.

“Right this way.” The host may have been used to this kind of company but the guest oh goodness no. These two pink birds very much garnered stares as they sat down. “Your server will be with you shortly.” The simple candle light, the round booth. It was very comfortable.

“One of everything, right?” Maria already knew, when they went out to eat, especially this far the whole menu had to be sampled, she and him had the appetite.

“You aren’t dragging me out all this way for one serving.” He leaned back, spreading his legs under the table and arms along the booth, while she sat rather conservatively waiting for their server.

“You brat! Serving duty!” A middle aged man shouted from the kitchen and a plate smashing into pieces accompanied a young blond man with hair over his left eye leaving the kitchen. He huffed before spotting a rather beautiful young lady sitting at a booth with a large very tacky fellow, he may as well have teleported to them with how fast he made his way over to them.

“Well what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing here?” He swooned. “Can I get you anything started?” Maria simply giggled, noticing a vein pop out in her lover's forehead.

“ We will have one of everything.” Doflamingo, using his strings, pulled Maria to his side. Glaring from beneath his glasses.

“Is that so big bird?” The blond remarked snarkily as he wrote that down on a notepad. Doflamingo was ready to pounce as Maria placed a hand on his leg.

“It is.” Maria jumped in to tame the rapidly growing sparks.

“Whatever you say beautiful.” With that he was off to the kitchen. Doflamingo snapped his fingers while another server approached them.

“Who is that irritating pest serving us?” Doflamingo was gritting his teeth in annoyance while Maria did her best to calm him down.

“That is our sous-chef Sanji. He’s a handful when it comes to women, you’re not the only married guy he’s tried to swoop in and out do.”

“Sounds like a rather profound fellow.” Maria spoke before Doflamingo could create some sort of trouble.

“He’ll likely be preparing your food since he noticed you.” The server pointed to Maria. “An attempt to impress you I’m sure.” Doflamingo began to tap his finger, sending the server away.

“You know I’m yours right Doffy?” She crawled into his lap once more caressing his face, just like her he had his moments. “Forever and always at the service of my god.” She began planting little kisses on him. “You are my everything. I wouldn't dare leave you for trash.” She was pulled forcefully into a kiss, Doflamingo's tongue and lips taking control. By the time Maria managed to pull away Sanji had brought out their food.

“Lunch is served.-” His jaw dropped as he saw the two separate, a smirk plastered on Doflamingo’s face as if he was flaunting and challenging Sanji. Meanwhile Maria’s face was beat red and she was panting desperately for any sort of air.

“Why don’t you thank the kind sous-chef Dove?” He chuckled under his breath as Maria looked over, swallowing air the best she could.

“T-thanks sous-chef Sanji.” She managed through her struggling breathing. While hearing his name come from such a lovely woman sent Sanji firing off to the kitchen with a nose bleed, Doflamingo began to feed Maria much to her embarrassment. “Doffy what are you doing?”

“Why don’t we play a little game.” Doflamingo undid his belt and slipped down his bottoms allowing Maria to press against his primed and ready body. “You better not let anyone know my Dove or else we won’t finish our meal.” Maria couldn’t get any redder or wetter if she tried, with a little struggle she managed to expose herself down below for him. She slowly pressed up and down as much as she could without giving away her real actions. “Stop biting that lip, how else are you gonna eat?” Her teeth let go of her bottom lip and quickly bit down on the fork as he thrust up, muffling her noise just in time. 

Maria could hardly stand that she had to control herself here. In Dressrosa it didn’t matter when or where if he wanted her he got her. She could let the whole kingdom know who was pleasing her but here she couldn’t do a damn thing but stifle her moans and whine.

“Poor helpless Dove.” He knew what he was doing, nothing drove her more wild, his smugness, he knew all her buttons and just when to play them to make her break every time. Maria continued her best to eat the first round of food while staying quiet, Doflamingo was doing just fine, relaxing as he consumed food and the pleasure of her grinding on him. “Here comes the next round Dove hold on.” He then put a large serving of food in her mouth as he snuck himself inside. He hissed a little as she squeezed around him and gripped onto his wrist. Sanji looked a little concerned as he set their next helping on the table taking away the dirties.

“Is she alright?” He could never let a lady be in distress, but little did he know just how opposite of that she was.

“She’s a real foodie, she must adore your cooking.” He waved Sanji off who was practically ready to fire off to the moon at that idea. Maria managed to swallow and attempted to reach for her water only to shift him inside causing her to cup her mouth. “You thirsty girl?” He did a few small thrusts while she turned her head nodding. “What’s the magic word?”

Oh you ass. Maria let out a minor whine begging to not have to uncover her mouth as he continued his small pumps into her.

“I can’t help you if you don’t use your manners.” 

“P-pleaseee Doffy, I-I need water.” He pins her down with his left hand while his right grabs her glass for her, his shifting grazing her bud, making her squeeze her thighs together on him. She took the glass once he stopped moving, having a few sips before setting it down without shifting him. She then opened her mouth signaling she was ready for more food. He fed her and with every bite she took he gave a small thrust, while he managed through clenched teeth, she struggled to conceal her pleasure as she continued eating what was some of if not the best food of her life all while being stuffed full in more than one way.

Her right knee twitching signaled to Doflamingo her oncoming orgasm. He bit the lobe of her ear to grab her attention.

“Once the chef comes back I’ll check how many more rounds we have.” Maria nodded as she had her face stuffed to muffle the waves of pleasure that were rising and crashing down. He wouldn’t dare let her just sit it out, so every crash was accompanied with a special thrust from him. She was sweating a little from having to eat and contain her noises, her face redder than any pasta sauce as Sanji returned.

“Just this and dessert are left…” His voice trailed off as he saw her face, something felt off but Doflamingo swooped in to save his Dove the embarrassment of having to ratted out for needing her Doffy in a eatery.

“You’re just a spectacular chef.” Maria nodded rapidly as she shakily grabbed her water. “We look forward to dessert.” Sanji darted back into the kitchen to prepare dessert for this lady, no woman had reacted this way when he cooked, perhaps she’d be proof to Zeff he was ready to be head chef.

“D-Doffy…” She muttered and he knew exactly what she wanted with that. “P-please fill me.” She yipped slightly as he sneaked his hand under her shirt gripping her softer and plush tummy from years of being spoiled.

“Are you not gonna be so full of food?” She whined and pouted until he thrusted causing her to eat once more. “That doesn’t answer my question Dove.” His hips pulled out making her whine again this time much more pathetically.

“Doffy you know what I mean!” Her voice raised, causing him to half stifle a laugh much to her embarrassment.

“Keep your voice down, you do want me to stuff you don’t you?” He inserted himself once more watching as Maria’s eyes rolled back and she nodded. “I’ll fill you nice and full but.” Not the dreaded but again. “You need to wait to finish till I’m ready.” Maria whined this was unfair, the way he could stretch and fill her needing body was almost like cheating. “I thought you could handle it, you are a big girl aren’t you Dove?” His hand slid down out of her shirt and trailed to her heat, lightly tapping her bud, getting little trembles and whines.

“I-I can… I can handle it, Doffy.” That was his girl and he lifted his other hand to feed her once more as his finger circled her tender bud, enlisting little jolts and twitches and high pitched muffled moans of pleasure along with his name; much to his delight as she warmed him, clenching tightly around him. They made quick work of the final course, Maria having to come down from incredible highs multiple times reminding herself of her reward had she behaved.

“Here is dessert beautiful.” Sanji set dessert and looked at the woman across from him. She was an utter mess, her hair was in disarray and spread over the booth and her lover behind her, chest was heaving, she was dripping with sweat and this was all in reaction to his food. He couldn’t believe his food did this to a woman, his nose poured blood as he darted to the bathroom to clean up.

“Look at that, you’re finally at the end, just a few more treats and then you’ll be nice and full.” She felt him twitch inside her, sending a ripple up her body. Dessert was much less focused on eating as it was only a few slices. Maria had to do most of the work this round, moving up and down slowly to start. “Faster now.” Maria looked over, hair in her face.

“I-I’ll make noise if I go how you want Doffy.” She felt her hair tug as he pulled her ear close to his mouth, eliciting a light moan to finally escape properly.

“I don’t care, dessert is right there waiting for you. Go on and take it.” Maria felt her heart pounding out of her chest as she did as told, gentle plaps began to come from the two’s booth which if you only listened would be precarious but if you were watching, Doflamingo was tapping a dessert jello to her rhythm inconspicuously as he fed her another dessert, just don’t look to closely at Maria’s rapid rising and sinking in his lap. Each journey down sent sparks through Maria’s throbbing cunt, so desperate for the end, her body shivered as she felt a dribble of his pre-cum, both so close.

“Doffy may I?” She barely managed out through her muffled moans and heavy breaths, all that was left on the table was the jello.

“Go on Dove, I’m right here.” He quickly took some of her hair and held it up to his mouth as she stopped caring about being in public and just slammed herself onto him like her life depended on it. He felt her desperate squeezes trying to milk him, her twitching as she began to surf the waves of pleasure he had sent her on. She nearly falls forward onto the table as she feels his warm ropes shoot into her, luckily he stops her with a tug of her hair making her fall back onto his rising chest. 

The two sat catching their breath as Sanji approached once more.

“We’ll need to take that jello to go chef.” Doflamingo’s breathy voice stated from behind Maria’s hair.

“Yeah? And as for the payment.” Sanji looked a little pale in the face as he only looked with the corner of his eye, one more sight at that woman and he may die of blood loss.

“Don’t worry I have the money.” Doflamingo tossed a sizable pouch of berries on the table. “Keep the change, we’ll be back sometime.” Sanji left temporarily, granting Maria time to wobble off Doflamingo and fix her shorts, while he buckled his pants back up.

“D-Doffy I don’t know if I can walk…” Maria whined looking towards her love. He chuckled once more, petting her hair.

“I’ll carry you Dove, don’t worry.” He cooed while picking her up and planting a kiss on her forehead. She had earned it for finding such a wonderful restaurant for their anniversary.

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Cocktails Characters featured: Doflamingo (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @opopnomi/@hellandcupcakes [a/n] Cw: mentions of alcohol, reader is implied to drink

Despite being a pirate, Doflamingo never drank much alcohol. Not because he couldn’t hold his liquor, but mostly because he was never one for elaborate parties and copious amounts of sake. He preferred his mind clear, his reflexes sharp. His position by now was pretty solidified, but it never hurt to be vigilant. 

But every once in a while, he’d indulge in it, mostly for your sake as well. He’d have some nice cocktails prepared, accompanied by some fresh fruits, the ideal summertime unwinding combination. 

These were the good times, the quality times. Sitting together, lounging under the hot Dressrosa sun, he’d let you talk. Quality time, where he’d indulge you in whatever stories you wanted to tell. He was a surprisingly good listener, and always interested in the shenanigans you got up to while he fulfilled his warlord duties. An arm around your shoulder, a drink in his hand. You’d lean against him and feel his chest reverberate with his laughter whenever you told a particularly interesting or funny story. And in those moments, you were truly at peace. No matter what was going on in the seas around you.

[animelover20]

Hey guys guess what I started writing😁❤️

I STARTED MY DOFFY CHRISTMAS FIC❤️

this shits fucking wholesome and I love it.

So i decided to share the last few paragraphs I wrote. Which probably have a few errors but don't mind those.

OH YEAH AND I'VE BARELY PLANNED THIS OUT I'VE JUST BEEN TYPING NON STOP BECAUSE IM GETTING DIALOGUE AND IDEAS EVERY 5 SECONDS!

this is amazing and I hope I can get this finished in time for Christmas.

[switch-writer]

Could we get some tk headcanons for Doflamingo, smug bastard needs to be brought down a peg (but also he makes my lee mood go brrr)

Donquixote Doflamingo Tickle Headcanons

A/N: Thank you for the One Piece request! I do enjoy Doffy and looking into his character, although I prefer his brother, his mischievous personality was always fun to play around with! His character is unique, and while I have a favoritism to another warlord, MAN DOES DOFLAMINGO MAKE A GOOD CHARACTER AND VILLAIN. I will say due to my bias loving to Corazon, Doffy will have a few HCs relating to him. But gotta love Doffy. Thank you for the request!

• Doflamingo is always going to be mischievous, so of course tickles aren’t quite abnormal. Especially with his family/crew.

• He enjoys randomly shooting out strings and then dragging his ‘victims’ as he calls them, over to him. Like a cowboy who lassoed a horse in.

• Doffy truly just finds it amusing to tickle people, whether it’s in passing down a hall, or full on hunting them down and tickling them.

• He’d often wiggle his fingers at people to tease them.

• However, he still finds the activity something to be more… ‘intimate’ in the sense of he’d never tickle someone unless it was someone who could be/is family to him. If someone isn’t close to him, not a chance it’d happen.

• He’d often sit all of the members of his family down just to have dinner or have bonding time due to his actual family never having those moments, however, there’s also been times where he’ll randomly pounce on them.

• Doffy, believe it or not, still has brotherly instincts. So he’ll occasionally run up behind Sugar, due to her occasionally childlike personality, and swoop her up just to tickle her in his arms. His job is to playfully bully his family, especially younger siblings.

• Speaking of Younger siblings… Corazon was often the victim of tickling from Doffy, even back as children. So Doflamingo will often think Of Rosinante when tickling people, which occasionally will make him in a bad mood. Its a 40 percent chance.

• That being said, Doffy would often give raspberries to Corazon, he’d rapidly switch where he’d tickle him up and down his torso, and so on. However, afterwards? Usually he’d end up hugging Corazon, as much as a brat and devious person Doffy is, he still loved his brother.

• Corazon however was always his favorite person to tickle due to his silly laugh and expressions, even when they both grew up he was his favorite.

• On the flip side, if his clumsy brother had a chance to, he’d get revenge on his devious big brother.

• Doflamingo’s laugh when being tickled still sounds a tad evil, but it sounds much nicer and happy and less plotting something devious.

• He’s a kicker, other than that, he doesn’t resist much. Mostly because his arms flail up and down like a bird or simply freeze due to not expecting the attack.

• He’ll often make quips like “Ohoho! You’re truhuhuly a little brahat, aren’t you? Fufufu.” And call whoever happens to be tickling him a child before dismissing it.

• RARELY one to let his crew tickle him, so most tickles he got was from his family. So he holds those memories fondly since he’s only had mostly negative experiences with his true family. At least in his eyes it’s negative.

• He’ll occasionally think of the memories and miss the simple times where him and Corazon would chase one another around to tickle one another.

• Doflamingo’s weak/worst spot would probably be his knees, and under his arms/armpits. A honorable mention would be his soles.

• Rosinante used to have to tackle him so he could actually tickle him, so he’d usually tackle him (accidentally fall on him), then make sure he would laying on his belly, just to straddle him. It made it much easier to tickle around his brother’s knees and drive him up the wall.

• Doflamingo would only let his brother get him like that, mostly because he had a bond with his little brother, always. His crew could get him, but he’d object and fight back. So Rosinante is the only one to have the joy of hearing the squeaky giggles and happy laughs escape Doffy.

• Nonetheless, as fond as those memories with tickles are to Doffy, he’d likely only give out tickles than receive them. He prefers it that way due to regrets and memories… however, if you’re lucky, he’ll allow it if he’ll get revenge afterwards.

Hopefully you enjoyed!

[reiisworld]

Cuddle session

Synopsis : How I think a cuddle session would be with the one piece men.

Masterlist

Luffy

He would legit held you hostage!especially when you guys fall asleep and you get to hot and try to move away from luffy, the man would not allow it! It would go like-

You find yourself waking up, feeling really hot. You see your boyfriend hugging you real' tight and you want to get up and drink water. Or at least put some space between you and the rubber man.

When you tried to wiggle away he kept pulling you closer. Until he finally wakes up.

"N-n no! " his raspy morning voice said pulling you closer and closer until he flips you around and cages you between his hands. Whispering in your ear

"Your staying there baby~ "

(Personally think luffy has a hot morning voice!)

Law

The man would pretend to hate it but secretly loves it! The boy would just walk up to you expecting you to know what to do.

Law just walks up to you silently, and just stands in front of you, looking down/up at you just waiting for you to do something.

And you immediately know what he wants but, wants him to say it.

"Yes law? Can I help you? " you asked innocently. " you know what I want y/n-ya." He says bluntly.

" no i do not law-chan, mind telling me what my cold and heartless boyfriend wants? " you exaggerated.

"Hug." Law mumbles. You heard it loud and clear but still wants it a bit louder. " huh? Can't hear you from all the way down here/up here! " putting a hand on your ear.

"I want a hug y/n-ya." He says a louder. " a little more louder law! " you said just pushing the man's buttons " I said I want a hug " he says raising his voice.

" yes sirrr and hug you shall receive! "

"Good."

Doflamingo

Man's an absolute menace. When he wants hugs he gets them! Would literally use his devil fruit on you!

" doll where are you? " doffy called out in search of looking for you. He knew you were hiding from him. But one wrong move he'll know where you are.

"Come out now doll. I'm still being nice. " doffy said he knew you would respond. "No! " you whisper quietly, you saw his legs getting close to were you where hiding stopping in front of it and crouching down. Closing your eyes afraid to look.

You finally had the courage to open it and to no surprise doflamingos face was right in front of you smirking knowing he won.

"Come out now lady and give me my hugs. "

[physics-of-one-piece]

I Take Care of You Now

Doflamingo x Reader

Summary: After a night of a heavy snow storm and rainfall on the North Blue Sea, Doflamingo gets woken up by the scraping of a snow shovel on deck.

A/N: A little short one-shot that I’ll implement into the main Red Suit Doffy Fic Merlot & Primroses but it can stand as a stand alone, too, so I decided to send it here. As I said in a post, Doflamingo’s core values he was raised with are something he sticks to. Also... I'm going to hell. I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I'm going to heeeeeeell...

but at least the Heavenly Demon is there 😊🤭🫡

P.S. I wanted to post this at 8pm it's 4pm, the Save Draft went into Post but it's complete so.... Enjoy? 🤣🤣 (I hate you, tumblr) (cry laughs)

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Female!Reader, Rosinante's Wife!Reader, Doflamingo POV, North Blue Era Doflamingo, Red Suit Doflamingo, Fluff, Humor, Cuddling For Warmth, Mentions of Fratricide, Nightmares, Longing, Doflamingo is in Love, Protective Doflamingo, Post Minion Island, Girldad Doflamingo, Dadmingo, Soft Doflamingo (kind of), Donquixote Family, One Shot Fic

Doflamingo is back in the snow again. The white thick layer of it crunches under his boots as he walks. There is snow falling, wild and strong, chilly wind pushing at his face.

There is someone lying on the snow. He knows who it is. The blackened feathers give him away; Doflamingo’s clumsy little brother.

At last, Doflamingo reached him. Rosinante’s lipstick-painted mouth is moving. No sound is coming out of Rosinante’s lips. Doflamingo squats down beside his brother. Maybe if he’s closer, he’ll hear the words his younger brother is saying.

Rosinante’s mouth keeps moving, shaping the words over and over again. He keeps looking at Doflamingo, but no sound is coming out.

What is he saying?

I love you?

I hate you?

I’m sorry?

Don’t touch my wife?

I’ll kill you?

Which is it?

Doflamingo should’ve learned to read lips.

Doflamingo wakes with a gasp, sitting up in his sleeping bag. His face is wet, covered in sweat, and he barely registers a yelp from Baby 5 who’d slept atop his stomach and hugged him for additional warmth during the storm falling off him and on his lap covered by the sleeping bag’s duvet.

Doflamingo realizes he’s without his sunglasses because the world isn’t tinted red. The sudden assault of colors and sunlight illuminating through the portholes makes him blink. Continuing to pant, he reaches for the white-framed sunglasses and mounts them atop the bridge of his nose.

He pants for a little longer, then swallows down. His throat feels dry. He needs to get some wine.

“Young Master?” Baby 5’s careful, hesitating voice reaches his ear. “Are you okay?”

Doflamingo puts on a smile, if not for his sake, then for Baby 5’s. He hates seeing her distraught or hurt. A child should never worry about an adult. It's the greatest disgrace.

“Just a bad dream.” he replied, huffing. “Could you get me a merlot from the wine cabinet?”

“We aren’t allowed to open the wine cabinet.” Baby 5 said, frowning.

“I’m giving you permission,” said Doflamingo. He needs wine, right now. “So go get the merlot for me.”

“Y/N-san said you shouldn’t drink that much...” Baby 5 murmured, continuing to look at him worriedly.

“Who’s the captain here, me or my sister-in-law?” he asked, chuckling. It’s rich of you to scold him on his alcohol abuse when your own husband had been a nicotine-inhaling addict. Rosinante went through one entire pack of cigarettes in a day. How on earth you wanted to kiss his brother or even marry him, Doflamingo would never know.

“You are, Young Master!”

“I don’t know…” mused Doflamingo, making a show of doubt. “Maybe I should let my sister-in-law lead…”

“She doesn’t know how to sail! Or how to be a pirate!” said Baby 5 panically.

“Is that so? I guess I’m staying as captain, then…” He gave a dramatic sigh, fighting not to burst out laughing on the spot. “Too bad, I was looking forward to retirement…”

“You’re not even old!” Baby 5 yelled.

Doflamingo laughed.

“Young Master?”

“What is it?” asked Doflamingo.

“Do you think (Y/N)-san hates living with us?” asked Baby 5.

Doflamingo blinked. Now, he knew you would rather throw yourself in the sea than say anything negative to the kids or be hateful toward them. It was one of your weaknesses he used in his favor to endear you to living with him, after all. What made Baby 5 think that, was what he wanted to know.

"Did she ever say that?” Doflamingo asked.

“No,” said Baby 5, shaking her head. “But... she gets sad a lot... and she seems to like being alone rather than with the rest of the officers.” She cast her gaze away, looking truly sad. “It reminds me of Corazón. He didn’t like hanging around any of us, either...”

Doflamingo was rather impressed. Baby 5 started truly being aware of her environment and how people act around each other. Her observation skills were getting very good for someone as young as her — even Buffalo, who was six years older than her, wasn’t this aware of people.

Doflamingo found his chest swell with pride.

“Don’t worry. Unlike with Corazón, I’m keeping a close eye on her. You forgot she’s a civilian. Civilians are terrified of pirates on instinct. All her life, she’s heard terrible stories about pirates, so of course she won’t feel safe with the officers, or Pica, Trebol, Diamante or me right away. We’re big, we fight, we kill, we rob, we torture, and we have Devil Fruit powers. Civilians run from that, because they’re powerless.”

“I forgot about that,” said Baby 5. “That she’s a civilian.”

Doflamingo laughed. “How so?”

“Because... She’s really fierce!” insisted Baby 5.

Doflamingo chuckled. “She was a marine’s wife. Of course she’s fierce. Just because she’s powerless doesn’t mean she’ll let herself be stepped on. It’s what I like about her.”

Yes. Doflamingo liked that about you very much. It turned him on. Very much. Doflamingo licked his lips.

“Why does she seem sad with me and Dellinger, too?” asked Baby 5, pouting.

“You’re orphans. You had nowhere to go, and became pirates. She pities you, because she thinks it’s unfair toward you. She’s sad because she knows that’s how cruel the world can be.”

“She pities us,” said Doflamingo, shrugging. “It’s not coming from a bad place like others do. Her pity is genuine. She doesn’t mean anything ill with it.”

“I don’t want her to pity us.” said Baby 5. “I want her to -”

“To what?” asked Doflamingo, tilting his head down to the girl, intrigued.

“To love us.” said Baby 5.

“Fufufu! She does love us. She’s just too stubborn to admit it. After all,” Doflamingo smiled. “No civilian is supposed to love pirates. That’d be treason.”

“Really?” Baby 5 asked, eyes full of hope. “She loves us?”

“Really. So don’t worry, okay?” said Doflamingo.

“Okay,” said Baby 5, her smile blooming back onto her face.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her head. “Now, go get me my merlot. And get yourself some bottled water, too.”

“Yes, sir!” chirped Baby 5.

While Baby 5 headed to the kitchen and the wine cabinet, Doflamingo cracked his neck, then got out of his pink sleeping bag. The sleeping bag beside him — where you slept last night — was empty.

He frowned. What was taking you so long in the bathroom? Maybe it was that time of the month for you. He knew there were supplies in the women’s bathroom, so he wasn’t too worried about that.

He’d give you a few more minutes before he went looking for you.

His long legs cracked as he stretched them out, same with his arms.

Baby 5 came back, carrying his bottle of wine and bottled water for herself. Doflamingo took it, undid the clasp, and chugged it down in droves, basking in the liquid pouring down his throat and into his stomach, warming up his body.

“Did you see my sister-in-law?” Doflamingo asked when he was done, bottle half empty now.

“I don’t know,” replied Baby 5 sleepily, rubbing at the crust in her eyes, giving a little yawn. “Maybe the bathroom?”

“Go wake the cook to make us breakfast and hot chocolate,” he said to Baby 5.

“Yes, sir. Um, Young Master...”

“What?”

“I think there’s someone on deck,” whispered Baby 5.

There was scraping on the deck outside. Doflamingo’s Observation Haki didn’t pick up any threat from the person. It could be a fishman or someone stranded on the island.

“It could be a Klabautermann,” said Doflamingo, chuckling. Now wouldn’t that be interesting.

“Klabautermann?” repeated Baby 5.

“It’s a legend.” Doflamingo explained. “If a ship is very loved by the crew, it develops its own spirit in the shape of a fairy.”

“Fairy?!” asked Baby 5 in excitement.

Doflamingo chuckled in confirmation, tracing his gaze over the officers and top officers strewn on the floor of the galley, counting everyone else who was present. You were the only one missing.

“A human-shaped fairy wearing a white sailor’s coat and a pair of shoes.” he explained. “It carries a small wooden hammer, because it fixes up a damaged ship. Ours isn’t damaged, though.”

At least, Doflamingo hoped it wasn’t.

“Oh,” said Baby 5. “I thought it would be a pink flamingo wearing Young Master’s sunglasses, just like the figurehead.”

Doflamingo laughed. “It could be! That’d be fun!”

“What if it’s a ghost?” she asked with slight fright; she’d heard too many ghost stories from Law and Buffalo.

Doflamingo gave Baby 5 one of his grins, the malicious ones which he knows comfort her. To Baby 5, violence equals protection.

“You think a ghost can beat me?” he asked her. “They’re free to try, fufufufufu!”

After some more coaxing and assuring her everything would be fine, Baby 5 left for the kitchen again to wake the ship cook.

Doflamingo grabbed his feather coat where it lay spread on the couch, stepping over a sleeping Gladius and Diamante.

Now, why were they all huddled up in the galley with sleeping bags?

The simple answer was bad weather.

They’d been in a heavy snow storm last night. It was Dellinger’s first heavy snow storm. He cried and ran around in a panic the entire time. He had to be grabbed three times from launching himself overboard and into the sea. Dellinger connected the sea with safety, because it was always safe for him to go into the sea; he always fled there if he was about to get scolded — it was becoming a real problem and at this point, Doflamingo was going to listen to Trebol’s advice and tie the toddler with a rope. If Dellinger went in the sea under those stormy waves yesterday, forget about pulling him out, they wouldn’t be able to find him.

For the past three years, they rarely went this far up north on their voyages, and although most of the adults of the crew were used to responding to and traveling through overbearing hail and rain, the kids were not. They were too prone to making mistakes in the novelty of navigating the waves bigger than Sea Kings despite knowing how to navigate.

The kids had been absolutely terrified.

The storm proved impossible to navigate. Doflamingo put his family and its safety above everything, he wasn’t going to risk them all because he wanted to get to the next island on time. He decided it was best to hunker down near a mountain pass to the closest island than continue to navigate through the storm.

After setting anchor on the nearby, snow-covered coast of the island, everyone had huddled down in the galley beside the largest fire stove to keep warm, bringing in sleeping bags.

Now, after putting on his black overcoat to deal with the cold outside, Doflamingo quickly opened the doors, left the cabin, and closed them just as quickly. He made his way up the stairs and to the cabin on the quarter deck, then exited out into the open winter air.

There was a person on the deck, pushing the snow down the deck and overboard into the sea.

Doflamingo nearly had a heart attack.

After a moment, he realized it wasn’t the ship’s spiritual manifestation.

It wasn’t a Klabautermann. It was you.

Doflamingo called your name. You leapt six feet high at the sound of his voice, which made him laugh. You deserved the fright; you gave him a fright first.

You turned your face up to him. Doflamingo smiled down at you.

“Hey,” you said shakily, like you weren’t out in the cold and shoveling snow from the deck. “Good morning.”

“What are you doing?” demanded Doflamingo.

You look at him like he’s asking a strange question. “I’m shoveling the deck.”

…

What?

“Why?” asked Doflamingo.

“Cause there’s snow on it.” you said.

For a moment, Doflamingo was so confused his brain stopped working.

Because there’s… snow?

Why on… why on earth would you be the one shoveling the snow?!

Doflamingo deployed his strings, leaving the wooden, ice-laden balcony of the quarter deck, reaching you with a single leap. He stood on his strings beside you, because he wasn’t going to walk on the solidified ice undoubtedly hiding under the layer of snow.

“You don’t do that.” said Doflamingo firmly, his thoughts racing thousand miles per hour, the cogs in his mind rushing with what could only be described as Celestial Dragon confusion. “I take care of you.”

“I’ve been doing this my whole life.” you say, shrugging.

Rosi, I’ll bring you back to life and put thirty bullets in you this time. thought Doflamingo, clenching his teeth, his jaw hurting from how hard he did it.

Doflamingo took the shovel from you easily.

“Hey!” you shouted. "I need that!"

“You don’t anymore.” said Doflamingo, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with the sternness of a captain. He stepped down from his string onto the deck to stand in front of you — as he suspected, there was ice under the snow. “I take care of you now.”

“Doffy -” you started, but he would have none of it.

“You’re not allowed.” said Doflamingo, because what else is he supposed to say, how else is he supposed to let you know you are too precious to do grunt work? You are not to do any grunt work, ever, for as long as Doflamingo lived and breathed. His parents would roll in their graves if they ever heard he let you do any labor, and Doflamingo experienced a full-body cringe at the mere idea of allowing you to exhaust yourself. Unforgivable. Impermissible. Therefore, not allowed.

By his words, clearly you thought he thought you incapable because you are a woman, completely misunderstanding him as you said indignantly, “I am allowed -”

“You’re too cute to be out here in the cold, querida.” said Doflamingo.

Those words momentarily rendered you mute, and you stared up at him in shock, which made you even more adorable.

“I’m doing whatever I wanna do!” you protest, and it reminds Doflamingo of a bunny stomping its little foot on the ground.

“You get inside,” says Doflamingo, ignoring your words. You could think whatever you wanted, Doflamingo would rather put a sea prism bullet in his own leg than let you freeze outside and let you shovel the deck; he had Buffalo, Machvise and the others for that. Doflamingo wasn’t raised to allow you to do such things; he was raised to coddle you, provide for you, protect you, spoil you, and by his title as saint, he will. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

The ship swayed under a wave, giving a small lurch.

The two of you slid on the solidified ice the deck had become overnight. It was only Doflamingo’s instincts and long arm that helped him grab onto you and pull you to his legs, keeping you from falling. You were completely unaffected, most likely used to such fumbling with Corazón — you didn’t even squawk in alarm, just took it like it was a common thing, to slide on the ice and risk falling and hurting yourself.

That was it. You weren’t listening to him. You were going to get a cold, and with your average civilian balance, break your skull. Time to change tactics.

“You made me do this,” said Doflamingo, sneering down at you.

“Do wha — AAAAH!”

Doflamingo reached down, wrapped his arm around your body, and lifted you up. Once he lifts you above his waist, and continues lifting you higher, that’s when you give an almighty, terrified shriek which startles the seagulls above the crow’s nest.

Doflamingo laughed, and put you stomach flat over his right shoulder, like he would a bag of gold, but you are a much more precious treasure he has than any gold.

There. Much easier. He should’ve done this from the start. Maybe he should carry you like this all the time. He smiled at the idea. Yes. That’s what he’ll do. You wouldn’t try to wiggle out of his grasp if he carried you this high; you’re too scared of hurting yourself by the huge height drop between his shoulder and the ground.

He straightened up, deployed his strings, and stepped onto them, walking on them rather than risk it with the ice.

“Doffy.” Your voice was shaky, terrified and breathless. Doflamingo failed to stifle his laugh. How adorable. “Doffy, put me down.”

You clutched at his spiked up, thick fluffs of hair. He sighed contently at the feeling, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he grinned.

“Doffy! Put me down!”

“You’re not allowed!” he said firmly, but calmly all the same. He wasn’t angry, just concerned.

“Because I’m a woman?” you asked.

“No,” said Doflamingo simply. “Because I take care of you now.”

“I take care of myself!” you say indignantly as you’re being carried away on Doflamingo’s shoulder and back toward the warmth of the ship’s below deck with warm heating, comforting sweat and frosted, fogged glass.

He really needs to make sure with Diamante and Machvise the Numancia didn’t take any damage.

Doflamingo hears a giggle in his ear. He recognizes the sound, from a far-away memory long gone. He whips his head over his shoulder, and freezes solid.

“Don’t worry, Doffy.” said the little boy with blond bangs covering his eyes. He was sitting atop one of the posts of the sail, his arms tucked into the sleeves of a little purple feather coat over his light blue raincoat. He’s swinging his little feet back and forth where they dangle in the air from the sail. Something strange wells in Doflamingo’s eyes. His throat clogs up; he can’t speak.

The little boy sent him a big smile resembling the sun. “I’m okay.”

Doflamingo was hallucinating. He was definitely hallucinating. He needed to catch up on his sleep if he was seeing his eight-year-old baby brother and hearing his voice in his ear.

He headed inside, ducking as he went.

Baby 5 was tucked in his pink sleeping bag, back to sleep. The duvet wasn’t pulled all the way over her, so Doflamingo used his free right arm and lifted his finger, sending out a string to the duvet, lifting it up to cover Baby 5’s shoulders. Doflamingo hoped she at least woke up the cooks and that they started on breakfast and hot chocolate for the family. Doflamingo manoeuvred around the sleeping bodies of his family, stepping over their sleeping bodies easily.

In the end, you settled down after he put you on the couch in the galley. He noticed your chattering teeth, trembling body and red nose. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, took off his feather coat and draped the massive weight of it over your shoulders. The pink feathers completely enveloped you, tickling your cheeks as you looked up at him in surprise, the warmth the feathers suffused you in chasing away your trembles.

Doflamingo didn’t linger on the way you looked up at him, bundled in his feather coat and drowning in his scent, because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaning down and kissing your lips to chase away the cold frost from them, too.

Instead, he slipped your arms into the thick, warm fluff of pink feathered sleeves, pulling the lapels over each other to keep you warm.

The sleeves were too long for you, and the end of the coat touched the ground of the cabin.

He went to get you both some hot chocolate and brought it to you to sip on in warm cups. The blissed smile you smiled and the relaxed sigh you released after your first sip of the hot beverage put him in a better mood.

He settled himself beside you on the couch with his pink mug filled with his hot chocolate. His thigh touched yours. This time, you didn’t inch away from him as you usually did when he sat down beside you during meals or in inns.

Doflamingo would much rather have your lips to keep him warm, but he’d settle for hot chocolate. For now.

He took a careful sip, and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes, basking in the bliss, his forehead smooth, free of any stress.

Feathers settled around his left shoulder, and his left sleeve fell over his arm.

When he turned to look down on you, a teasing comment on his tongue and a grin on his lips, you were looking up at him, and your eyes rendered his thoughts into a disarray.

“So you aren’t cold,” you said, lifting your arm high and stretching it all the way to adjust the left side of his coat atop his shoulder, which consequently meant you got closer to him, until your left shoulder leaned against his chest; if you leaned a bit further, you’d be nestled under his right arm.

“How do you walk with this?” you ask him, fussing over the coat. “It’s heavy.”

“It’s only nine kilograms.” he said. It was a comforting weight on his back; he was used to having it draped over his shoulders.

You deadpan at him, then, after a moment, say, “No wonder your neck’s starting to crane.”

“Drink your hot chocolate,” he said.

You snickered. “Yes, captain.”

You hugged the right part of his feather coat to yourself, draping it over you, covering your legs and entire body in the pink feathers. Doflamingo wondered if you liked the lingering scent of his cologne on the coat.

“It’s warm,” you whispered, closing your eyes, peaceful.

Doflamingo slipped his left arm into the sleeve of his feather coat, draping the front of it the same way you did. The two of you were swathed together in his pink coat.

You were right. With you nestled against him and swathed in his coat, it was warm.

Doflamingo didn’t feel cold at all.

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[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Calm Nights

Master List

No warnings just some fluff for Doffy's delusional fangirls like me, kinda short like the last one, check out A/N at the end if you wanna, thus can be read as Pre-Dressrosa or just on their way to or from a Warlord meeting, same as the last Doffy and Reader have been together for years so I can't even tell if it'd be OOC or not as we really don't know how he'd act with someone he genuinely loves, it'd take years of hard work to get through his walls and I don't trust myself with writing that yet sooooo.......

Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, Doffy and Y/N found themselves on the deck of their ship, nestled in each other’s arms. The night air was cool and calm, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

Y/N sat on Doffy's lap his arm wrapped around her his fluffy coat engulfing her, like a protective blanket covered in his scent providing warmth and safety, her arm wrapped around his back as her head laid on his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating scent, both having a glass of wine in their free hand, they enjoyed the calm of the night, a rare occurrance for them.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace, they sat in comfortable silence for a while, content to simply be in each other’s company. But as the minutes passed, soft conversations began to flow between them, their voices carrying on the breeze like whispers of secrets shared only between them.

They spoke of dreams and aspirations, of memories both cherished and bittersweet. They laughed at inside jokes and reminisced about moments they had shared together. And as they talked, they found solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other.

As the night wore on, they leaned into each other, finding comfort in the familiar touch of hands intertwined and heads resting against shoulders. And as they watched the stars twinkle overhead, they knew that in each other’s arms, they had found their own little piece of paradise amidst the vast expanse of the treacherous ocean.

A/N: So I woke up to my first post having 19 notes and I had a few minutes of holy shit and joy ☺ thank you all really it made me happy, so here's more, I'm tying to figure out how to make a master list already, I have a lot of pre-written fics sitting in my Google word/docs some are very short and others are 10K words (like wtf? 😂) I'll keep posting the small ones, the notes I got really encouraged me to continue so thanks for everyone who interacted and for future support ♥, funny thing is that I'm writtinh from my phone for some reason so if the format is weird that's maybe why idrk, you can leave any comments you wanna, if you want me to change some stuff or not, I have fics for many others not just Doffy but I just felt like starting with these, send help I don't know if I'm tagging right 🥲

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 16

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 16

Word Count: 4260

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: The angst arrives in full force! How about that!? Come on, you had to be expecting that! Also, I'm thinking about two chapters left (well, one and the epilogue), so we're almost at the end! PS: This song fits the chapter like a glove! *chef's kiss*

|Masterlist| | |Chapter 15| | |Chapter 17|

The night is almost over. Just a few more dances before the guests send the newlyweds off to their honeymoon, and then you and Law can escape back into the safety of your room. Just one hour, tops. What could go wrong in an hour?

Even more so now that you’ve finally confessed the three words that have been bothering you for a while. And they were reciprocated.

You’re adamant about not letting go of Law’s hand for the rest of the night. A feeling of dread still coils in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t know exactly why, but you’re not about to let fate play a prank on you.

Except, fate’s got nothing on Donquixote Doflamingo. 

“Nephew, I need you. It’s urgent.” Law groans, his hand tightening around yours, since this is clearly Doffy's last opportunity to feed some lie to Law and try to break you two apart. You’re honestly tired of it all. 

“Tomorrow, Uncle. I’m tired.”

“Now.” Doflamingo’s tone leaves no room for discussion, and Law clenches his jaw. Underneath it all, Law still respects his uncle. You’re not quite sure why he still respects the man, he’s despicable, but you suspect it’s because he instilled in Law a deep-seated sense of family ties and loyalty. And Law won’t break free of his morals. 

“Go. I have to freshen up anyway.” You whisper with a smile. You’ve confessed. He knows how you feel. Nothing will come between the two of you. 

Law smiles at you, and with a last squeeze of your hand, he lets you go. 

-*-

You purposefully take a while longer in the bathroom, fixing your makeup, your hair, and your dress. Unnecessary moves, really, since you’re about to leave to go to bed soon, and you’re actually craving that massage Law mentioned earlier. 

That and… well, you’re craving Law. Period.

You exit the bathroom with a silly smile still plastered on your lips and almost bump into a chest. “Oh, forgive me, I–... Ichiji.” 

Obviously.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He begins.

“Cut the crap.” You don’t even let him say anything else, already pushing past him to return to the reception tent, but he halts you, a hand on your upper arm, and you seethe. “What did I tell you about touching me?”

He lets go of you immediately, taking a step back and sighing while passing a hand over his coiffed hair. “Right, sorry.”

Sorry? 

You look behind you and around, trying to notice if something feels out of place. You might have entered a portal to some sort of alternate universe when you were in the bathroom because there’s no way in hell Ichiji would ever apologise to you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Doll. For… well…” He sighs again, steps forward, and then back again. “For cheating, for treating you like crap, for taking you for granted… I… well, I know now it’s too late, but seeing you happy with someone else made me realise what I lost and how I was the only one to blame.”

No, seriously, there has to have been a portal back there. Something, anything. This is not happening. 

Your heart constricts in your chest. You lost count of how many times you dreamed about Ichiji asking for your forgiveness, to truly repent for what he put you through. But it happening here, in a place you'd never thought you'd meet him, and completely out of the blue? 

What's his game? 

“I don't think you need my forgiveness to move on. I know I don't need your apologies.” A heavy sigh parts your lips. “Not when you're delivering them far too late.”

You make another motion to pass through him, but he moves in front of you and whispers your name in a desperate plea. “I do need your forgiveness. I need closure.” 

What? You cock your eyebrow, your lips twisting down in a frown. “After all you've put me through for–...” You wave your hands in the air. “I’m not even going to count the years we spent together. Just today is enough! After all the theatrics and the taunting, you expect me to believe you just want closure?”

The way he slumps his shoulders and downcasts his eyes reminds you of the first times you argued, back in the beginning of the relationship, when you actually believed his apologies, and your heart constricts some more at all the memories. 

“Yes, Doll. Just closure. I'm about to leave the party, and I know we won't meet again, unless it's by chance, and I don't want us to part on bad terms.” He takes a tentative step your way. “Just say you'll forgive me, please.”

You want him out of your sight, out of your mind, and completely out of your heart. You know you don't love him anymore, but you still hold memories and feelings of nostalgia, and when he's looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, you can't help but soften up a little bit. He does seem sorry. 

“Fine, Ichiji, fine. We can part ways on lighter terms. I don't completely forgive you for what you took from me or for how you made me feel, but I won't resent you for it anymore.”

He actually smiles at you. Not that conceited, smug smirk, but a genuine smile. 

“That's all I ask for, Doll.”

“Good. Goodbye.”

“Wait, please.” Is that pain in his voice? Is he really sorry and repentant for everything? You don’t say anything, but you don’t move either, just waiting for what he wants to say. “Can I get one last hug?”

The face you make must have been something special to look at because he grimaces and chuckles softly, his hand passing through his hair again. 

“A harmless hug? Please? It’s just for–...”

“Closure, right?” Should you? He’s actually sounding human for once in all the time you’ve known him, and he does seem sorry. It’s just a hug goodbye. What harm can it bring? “Fine. Make it quick.”

With a sigh, you let him bend down to envelop you in his arms, but then you actually smile. You don’t feel anything. No rage, no pain, no hurt, no longing… it’s just a void. You know there used to be something there, but now you’re free.

It’s a wonderful feeling, actually. 

Until Ichiji’s hands cup your face, and he tilts your head to the side, doing the same to his and leaning in further, his lips inches away from yours. His taller frame engulfs you, and the lights are very dim near the bathroom. It almost looks as if you’re sharing a kiss. 

“Wha–...”

“I still win, Doll.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine as he shows you the same smug smile he always did, his canines almost glistening with glee. You’re frozen in place. What does he mean? 

And then he parts, leaving you open-mouthed, chest heaving, and cheeks flushed from trying to grasp what is going on. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to adjust to two figures looming at the entrance of the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. 

Doflamingo and… oh, no.

“Law?”

Doffy is bent down, one arm around Law’s shoulders, his lips moving fast as he mouths words into Law’s ears. You can almost bet he’s spewing lies and deceptions about you, twisting everything to make Law doubt you. You know he has trouble trusting people, it would be so easy to make him doubt.

But what breaks you is Law’s expression. His usually stoic face bears the signs of hurt, and he’s clenching his fists by his sides, jaw ticking, trying to contain his emotions and failing at it. 

“Law!” You try again, taking a step forward and see Doffy still speaking into Law’s ear. Lies, all lies, for sure. Law’s gaze falls on Ichiji and then back at you, and you realise that this was orchestrated. It has to have been orchestrated. 

Ichiji holding you as if he were kissing you, Doffy bringing Law by the bathroom? It was their ultimate move.

“It’s not what you think, Law.” You take another step forward, and you can almost hear the shards of Law’s flimsy trust being broken and shattered into pieces. 

He shakes his head and takes a step back, hand flying over his head to tousle his hair. “I… I need some air.” Turning on his heel, he leaves you in a hurry, and you stifle a sob. 

No, no, no.

You need to reach him, to speak with him and let him know what happened. That nothing actually happened! He can’t possibly think you would betray him like this. Turning your wobbly steps into strides, you try to follow Law’s retreating figure into the crowd, despair tugging at your insides, tears already threatening to fall.

And then you’re stopped by a strong hand on your arm. “Where do you think you’re going, princesa?” 

An actual growl leaves your lips. “Let go, Doflamingo. I need to speak with Law.” Your tug does nothing to loosen his grip, and you seethe. 

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He tuts, his fiery eyes boring deep into yours. “You won’t speak to my nephew. Not now, nor ever again. You’ll leave him alone to live his life and disappear.”

Shaking your head, you try again, but his grip is too strong. “He needs to listen to me! He’s going to be heartbroken. It’s not what he thinks.”

“He’ll be fine. He has a family that loves him.” Doffy’s words sound melodic, but the melody is one of doom, not hope. 

“Only Cora loves him, clearly.” Your scoff comes accompanied by stubborn tears you’re trying to keep enclosed. “All I’ve ever wanted from Law was love, all I have to give to him is love. Why do you want to take that away? Do you hate him that much?”

Doflamingo straightens his shoulders, and now he seems impossibly high. “On the contrary, cariño. I love him dearly. And it’s because I love him that I need him to learn this lesson. I thought he had already learned it the hard way, but he didn’t. Romantic love only brings weakness. It doesn’t do him any kindness, and he needs to let that go. He needs to be strong and in control, not a fool in love.”

Finally, your harsh tug makes him release you, but his imposing figure is still blocking the way. You stamp your feet, much like a small child, and grit your teeth, anger making your eyes blaze red. “You think that makes him stronger? Is that why you push the people that love him away?”

He shakes his head, those annoying tuts leaving his lips as he gives you a condescending look. “Not at all. Only those that do not.”

“Then you are a damned fool.” He growls at your disrespect, and you couldn’t care less. He lost any small ounce of respect you might’ve still held for him when he pulled this stunt. “Because if you hadn’t interfered, I would still be by Law’s side, and I love him!”

Doffy’s laugh comes in small waves, his eyes shining with amusement as he sizes you up with his fiery gaze. “An admirable sentiment, mi querida, though I doubt it to be true.” You open your mouth, ready to be disrespectful again, but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an all-too-familiar device: your tablet. 

With a flick of his finger, he opens it to the spreadsheet you now know by heart: all of Law’s likes and dislikes, every useful thing for your fake relationship, every piece of information you and Law gathered to make sure you were prepared for this event. 

You can’t help the stutter that leaves your lips, nor the red flushing your cheeks. “Law… he.. Law knew about that.” Why does your voice sound so small? Is it because you were caught?

“I’m sure.” His demeanour contradicts his words. And then he hands you the tablet, a frown finally overtaking his mocking smile, and you almost shrink at how his aura suddenly feels very threatening. “You’re done here. You will never speak to my nephew again.”

Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Doflamingo can’t win this, not after what you and Law went through. Not after realising he’s the love of your life. 

“You can’t do that.” Your voice comes out as a mere trembling whisper. “You can’t pull strings and control Law’s life as if he’s a puppet and you’re his puppeteer! He has a say in his own life!” You try to take a step forward, but he doesn’t budge. “I’ll tell him what happened, and he’ll realise I never meant to hurt him. Just let me through!”

“You’re done.”

“Law has a right to make his own choices. You don’t own him!” The pesky tears start to stain your cheeks, you feel impotent and useless. 

“Not choices that will end up destroying him.”

“The ones you are making for him might do just that.” Your voice finally breaks, and a ragged sob leaves your lips with the weight and the helplessness of it all. “He is not your pawn! You can’t manipulate him like this! Please… please! Let me speak to him! You’ll truly destroy him with this…”

Law placed his trust in you. After what he’s been through with Monet, you know it must not have been easy to let himself love and be loved. And Doflamingo manipulated you both to an extent that will come with dire consequences. Law will be broken, and so will you.

“I will face whatever consequences come from my actions with Law. He might be hurt for a while, but he will emerge stronger. He has done it once.”

“But at what cost?” You whisper, too drained to fight back. With a shaky inhale, you straighten your shoulders as your hands grip the tablet for some sort of grounding. “I’ll speak to him later, then. You can’t keep us apart. You will not ruin what we have.”

Pushing past him, you take one full step before Doflamingo’s words freeze you in place. 

“I would rethink that if I were you, querida.” Something in his voice halts your breathing as you look over your shoulder and find him grinning. “Your father is still recovering from surgery, right? Some businesses collapse pretty quickly when something like this happens… no one would look twice.”

What?

“Is that a threat?” Doffy certainly has the power to ruin your father’s horse business. 

Waving his hands in the air in a dismissive manner, his smirk returns to his lips, more menacing this time. “Oh no, no. I don’t make threats… they’re too amateurish.” His laugh fills your ears, and the same shiver as before courses through your veins. “It’s more of a prediction.”

Gathering strength and bravado you do not have, you square your shoulders and lift your chin. “My father is strong, and he has my help. We’ll manage.” Turning your face forward, you will your feet to move again.

“How brave. So what about Law’s clinic?” Your breath stops so suddenly that you almost think you have a collapsed lung. He can’t be serious. “I won’t be cryptic, cariño, here’s the deal: if you speak to Law again, I’ll make sure his clinic tanks. And you know how much he loves that little place, with his friends and helping people.” He tsks and waves his hand dismissively. “I would much rather he dedicated himself to the company, so perhaps you would be doing me a favour. Law, on the other hand? Now that would devastate him.”

“Please, don’t…” You don’t know what else to do. Doflamingo is too powerful, too influential. He will destroy Law either way and claim to be helping him while doing it. You feel trapped, what can you do? “Please don’t do that to him.”

“I don’t want to. I do love him. But that depends on you.” Doflamingo sets one hand on your shoulder to turn you back to face him. “There’s a car waiting for you outside with all your belongings. You will leave the party immediately with Ichiji, as it will help sell the ruse.” 

Your legs start to wobble as breath begins to catch in your throat again. Powerless. Completely stripped of any will. That’s how you’re feeling. 

“You will not speak with Law today, nor ever. Not even when you both go back to your boring little lives. He’ll think you abandoned him, which suits me, really. No one needs a gold digger.”

“I’m not–...”

“I don’t care!” Doflamingo leans in, and his breath fans your face. He’s as angry as you’ve ever seen anyone, and you can almost see the veins pulsating dangerously in his neck. “You’re a distraction and a liability. Law doesn’t need any of that.”

“Everybody needs love…” Is this your last hail Mary? Because it’s not a very strong one.

“Not the Donquixote family.” He steps back and motions Ichiji forward. “Leave. Don’t speak to Law. It’s simple, I’m sure you can follow that, princesa.” He chuckles again while fixing his tie and suit. “Or else…” 

The words he leaves unsaid are a weight on your soul. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, you can barely exist. All you know is that Law is somewhere, hurting, thinking you betrayed his trust.

And the fact that you will leave without any explanation will only cement that feeling. 

You thought you’d been heartbroken before - exhibit A is currently walking by your side, leading you away from the party with a hand on your back that you’re too tired to swat away - but you’ve never been hurt like this.

This pain is visceral. It burns, it blisters, it festers, and it destroys. 

You’re not actually sure you’ll ever recover from this. 

-*-

Law was taken away from you by Doflamingo yet again, and as his uncle drones on about business and about the imminent merger, all Law can think about is you in his arms and the peace you bring him.

“Are you listening to me, Law?”

“No, Uncle, I’m not. It’s late, and I’m tired.” He yawns for effect and shrugs. “I’m going to bed.” But before he can retreat, Doflamingo sighs and slings his hand over Law’s shoulder.

“Fine, Law. But first, I’ve made some assumptions during this weekend, and I need you to tell me if I’m right or wrong.” Law sighs and nods. Agreeing with Doffy is the fastest way to get rid of him. He starts leading Law back into the party, and Law follows without giving it much thought. 

“I know you and the little princesa were not a couple before this weekend. I’m actually doubting that you are a couple at this moment… and my assumption is: you told her you didn’t want to come to my daughter’s wedding without a date because I tend to introduce you to a lot of respectable young ladies you don’t relate to. So, to avoid that, she offered to come as your date. Am I right?”

Law already knew Doffy had discovered that bit of your ruse, so he doesn’t act surprised, he acts resigned. 

“Almost. I was the one who asked her.” Law grins. “The ladies you introduce me to are not respectable. Half of the ones I met proposed to do very salacious things to me in very public places.”

Doffy grins back at him, and Law sighs while shaking his head. 

“You got that half-right, Doffy. Are you happy?”

“Not in the least. You see, Law, what I think is that the young lady realised the family you belonged to and decided to take advantage of that fact by seducing you. Is that a correct assumption?”

“Frankly, Uncle, I’m growing tired of that subject. We have already proved to you that we care about each other deeply. And even if we didn’t, we don’t have to prove anything to you anymore. This is my choice, and you will not interfere in it.”

Doffy tilts his head and nods, a mysterious smile playing on his lips as he leads Law to the bathroom. 

“Fair enough. But… Nephew… do you truly believe she cares that much about you? Do you think she loves you?” A small chuckle escapes his lips. “I thought you were done with being naive…”

Law grits his teeth while his heart clenches in his chest. Doflamingo’s words always have a way of penetrating his skull and making him doubt everything. “She loves me. I know that.” He didn’t mean to sound so defensive, but then again, Doffy had no reason to attack him. 

“I hope, for your sake, that you are right.” Doffy brings one hand to his chest and bows his head slightly. “I would hate to see you blindsided. Again.” His emphasis on the word ‘again’ brings hurtful memories of Monet back to Law’s mind, and he grunts. 

“We’re fine, Doffy. Thank you for your concern.” Law is about to turn and leave, but Doffy holds him by the shoulder and directs his gaze towards the dimly lit hallway of the bathroom. 

“Oh… would you look at that, then…”

Law instantly freezes, his brain showing him tricks. It has to be tricks. There’s no way that’s you wrapped in Ichiji’s arms. Law can only see the back of Ichiji’s hulking frame, but that’s your dress he sees peeking from the side, those are your hands holding his waist.

And now he’s cupping your cheeks, leaning… no.

A kiss?

Law shakes his head, denial, frustration, and… betrayal. That’s the word echoing in his head incessantly. Where once were your ‘I love you’s’ now stood that shadow of a word. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal…

“You see, Law,” Doffy leans against Law’s ear, his venomous tongue spewing hurtful words. Words that ring true, too close to Law’s heart. Too at home with his pain. “She’s no different from Monet, really… they both traded you, broke your trust.”

Law’s throat is dry, and he feels little sweat beads trickling down his sideburns. The nails digging into the flesh of his hand cut little crescent indents, trying to ground him, trying to pull him back from the pitfall of despair he’s about to be sucked into. 

“Love hurts, Nephew. Love tears and destroys. You can only trust your family or you should trust only yourself.”

Doffy keeps talking, but Ichiji breaks from you, and there’s a mix of confusion and distress on your face as your eyes meet Law’s. And then there’s panic as you whisper his name.

This can’t be happening. You wouldn’t do this to him. Not you.

“Law!” 

Your plea is clear, but he can’t think straight. It’s too much, it’s too painful. 

“Don't believe her lies, Law. You know what you saw.” Doffy murmurs. 

“I… I need some air.” Law’s voice comes out as a mere whisper as he turns and disappears. The air suddenly feels rare, his chest too tight. 

There’s not enough room in the world to harbour the size of this betrayal. It’s too much. 

-*-

The coolness of the outside air does nothing to soothe him. It still feels stifling, and the control is slipping away from his fingers. Running his hand through his hair in a desperate gesture only brings him more heartache. 

Why?

Law keeps thinking about your pain and grief when you spoke about Ichiji. How could you return to the man who hurt you so? 

Maybe you didn’t.

No. Law knows what he saw. You were in Ichiji’s arms.

But he didn’t see a kiss.

There was no mistaking it. He held your face and–... and what? Could he have forced you? Were you held against your will? Law tries hard to unscramble his jumbled memories, but the pain in his chest is so heavy that he barely knows where to start.

He didn’t see a kiss. Of that, he’s certain. Could he be overthinking it? What if it was nothing, or if he forced you? And instead of helping you or hearing your words, Law panicked? Hadn’t he promised you not to listen to Doffy’s words? 

Yet that was exactly what he did. 

Fuck.

Did he get this all wrong? Law sighs and inhales deeply three times, trying to calm his ragged breaths and his uneven heart. He knows you. You wouldn’t do that to him, let alone with a man who hurt you so deeply.

There has to be an explanation for what happened, and he’s ready to listen to it.

Turning around, Law returns to the party, hoping you’re still somewhere near so he can speak with you and listen to what you have to say, to what really happened, to the truth.

He’s expecting to find you frantically looking for him, and his heart is already constricting from the anxiety you must be feeling. He should’ve just stayed a while longer. You would have explained, and neither he nor you would have had to panic. 

But what he wasn’t expecting was to see you leaving the party. He wasn’t expecting to see Ichiji’s hand resting against your lower back, silently guiding you through the remaining guests. He wasn’t expecting to see you walking out with him.

Willingly. 

So it was the truth.

Law’s heart breaks completely, the full extent of your betrayal settling in, expanding, and commandeering all of his love for you. Doflamingo was right. It pains him to admit this, but he was.

You’re a liar, and Law was foolish enough to trust you.

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|Chapter 17|

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hmmmm 👁️🫦👁️ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?

Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.

Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay 😭

Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules

Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader

Headcanons

Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.

i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.

Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you won’t even realize what’s happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.

You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.

You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so… cute.

You didn’t really have any friends on this island. It wasn’t the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasn’t a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.

When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didn’t question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.

You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.

When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didn’t even have enough money for your own place, you didn’t know what to do.

You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didn’t understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.

The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.

Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.

Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.

Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didn’t wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.

You didn’t understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.

Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.

You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, you’d see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.

You were so concentrated with working that you didn’t notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadn’t worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.

At some point he just happens to “offer you a job”, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.

All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you weren’t actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.

From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.

Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there weren’t any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.

Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you weren’t too surprised.

Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.

When you guys started “officially” dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. I’m putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.

Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.

Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since he’s the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.

Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.

The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.

After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.

Even to you, who wasn’t the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.

You needed to get you, that’s what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought you’d actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didn’t even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.

But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.

Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.

When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.

It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesn’t look angry, he looks enraged.

He doesn’t even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesn’t something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didn’t realize you broke them.

All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who can’t think for themselves.

All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and can’t make decisions on your own, he knows he’s won. Well, he’s known he’s had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.

Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.

You’ve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels you’ve paid for your sins.

When hes strung you of everything you’ve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.

Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.

As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since they’re still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he won’t be as lenient.

As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.

After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. That’s his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.

[yoonavii]

Father of boys

Context: The heavenly demon and his devil sons

Doflamingo’s feelings towards his twin boys would likely be ambivalent, torn between his responsibilities as a father and his pursuit of power and control.

Given his manipulative nature, Doflamingo might try to mold his twin sons into following in his footsteps and becoming part of his grand schemes.

He would likely have high expectations of his sons, enforcing strict rules and discipline to shape them into powerful individuals.

He would emphasize the importance of strength and power, teaching his sons to see themselves as superior to others.

Doffy might keep an emotional distance from his sons, viewing sentimentality as a weakness.

He would teach his sons to survive and thrive in the dangerous and ruthless world they inhabit.

Doflamingo might test his sons’ loyalty and dedication to him, ensuring they are truly worthy of his legacy.

The twin boys might experience sibling rivalry as they vie for their father’s approval and attention.

As they grow older, the twins might struggle with conflicting loyalties between their father and their own desires for a different path in life.

Doflamingo’s role as a father might evolve unexpectedly as he witnesses unforeseen developments in his sons’ personalities and aspirations.

——————

In a grand and opulent chamber within the depths of the Dressrosa palace, Doflamingo sat regally upon a lavish throne, surrounded by the intricate patterns of his sinister birdcage. His twin sons, Don and Marco, stood before him, both adorned in attire befitting their royal lineage.

Doflamingo’s eyes surveyed his sons with a mixture of pride and calculation. “Don, Marco,” he addressed them with a smooth and composed voice, “you are the heirs to the Donquixote family legacy. Remember, strength and power are the cornerstones of our existence. Embrace them, and you shall command respect and dominion over the world.” Don, the older of the two, maintained a stoic demeanor, absorbing every word his father spoke. He knew the expectations placed upon him were immense, and he was determined to prove his worth. Marco, however, displayed a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, his spirit not entirely aligning with his father’s vision.

“As heirs, you must learn to navigate the treacherous currents of the world,” Doflamingo continued, his tone becoming more commanding. “Weakness is unforgivable, and the strength to crush your enemies is paramount.” Don nodded solemnly, internalizing his father’s teachings, while Marco’s expression remained guarded. He was not convinced that the path laid out before him was the only way. Sensing Marco’s hesitation, Doflamingo’s lips curled into a predatory smile. “You doubt me, Marco?” he questioned, his voice taking on a colder edge.

Marco hesitated for a moment, then straightened his posture, meeting his father’s gaze with newfound determination. “I believe strength can be found in different forms, Father,” he stated, his voice firm yet respectful. “There is more to power than merely crushing one’s enemies.” Doflamingo’s eyes narrowed, intrigued by his son’s defiance. “Explain,” he commanded.

“Strength can be seen in compassion, in protecting those who are weaker, in forging alliances rather than instilling fear,” Marco explained, not backing down. “A ruler should inspire loyalty and admiration, not just fear.” Doflamingo’s hand clenched on the armrest of his throne, torn between pride in his son’s assertiveness and irritation at his audacity. He recognized that Marco had a point, even if it challenged his own beliefs.

After a tense moment, Doflamingo’s demeanor softened slightly. “You have a will of your own, Marco,” he acknowledged. “Use it to prove yourself worthy of the Donquixote name.” As the conversation concluded, the twin boys exchanged a knowing glance, each acknowledging the unique challenges they faced as the sons of one of the world’s most feared and enigmatic figures.

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