#doflamingo x violet

[stackofstories]

He dreamed of fire and blood.

In his youth, he had a habit of not listening to anyone but his parents and his heart. But once his dumb Uncle Mjosgard said something of worth. He could not remember the occasion for his dumb Uncle Mjosgard speaking to him. He dimly recalled Uncle posturing at every chance he got when invited to dinner, especially about his slaves, for which he favored mermaids and fish-men. All beside the point. In this instance, he nearly fell over in shock because Uncle dispensed wise words. He had said, Gods should not fool themselves into thinking they were human. It haunted him in the dream when he found himself strung to the turrets of the island’s highest mud walls because his father, uncle’s oldest brother, hadn’t listened. Father had thought of himself, and his family by extension, ordinary as the filthy, and this was an extreme lesson on the contrary.

He was born a dragon, a god, forced upon the lesser. Cast from heaven at his father’s insistence, he had come into the strange habit of playing a human. Eating their rotting food, forcing himself to go through their mundane, low practices of socialization. But humans were keen on who was part of their community and who wasn’t. The humans proved their filthy, disgusting side and hunted his family as sport. He and his family tried their best to hide and threw themselves at heaven’s mercy, begging for their place back in paradise, but were denied. Heaven cursed them human and humans spat dragons, forbidding them from the earth.

For the crime of confusion, he and his family swung from the island’s ancient walls. The stone walls burned hot melting skin from his back. While the ropes rubbed his wrists raw and bleeding. He remembered a stinky human backhanded him before he lashed a thin cloth around his eyes as if he were a pig being led to the slaughter pin. Unlike a pig, he was not graced with ignorance. He choked on the swirling plumes of gray smoke and shadows sprouted from the sea of fire and people dancing in his shadowed vision.

The air splintered. A pain exploded on his side and he cried out, struggling in his hold; his shirt stuck to him sticky where the pain bloomed. I’m bleeding, he thought dully. His ears filled with the rising rabble of the rats. “A filthy noble took my daughter. She returned home to me broken. And she killed herself a week later,” one howled. Another voice layered “Where is justice for my son? He was only fourteen years old and he just smiled at the princess.” From the right side, “He bruised her so bad, her lily-white skin is no more, but yellow and purple and black; she’s afraid to go outside! Justice for Justas!” Swirled into the mix. “He didn’t do anything. I promise. He was a good boy. He didn’t know better. My baby, my poor baby.” Another. “Where is my child? Where is my baby? I know you took him. Stood right next to my boy when I heard a dragon say he has the prettiest brown eyes. He asked me how much my son’s eyes were, then warned if he didn’t get them, he’d scoop them out. The world government outlawed slavery, didn’t they? So where is he? I demand justice.”

Justice, the maggots culminated into one overpowering, grievous voice. Justice? Where was his justice? What was his recompense for the crimes committed against him and his family? Justice demanded their blood for so much as sniffing in his direction without his permission. Swinging above the mob, he saw the obvious answer-so plain; it was one of the few bitter truths of life. There was no justice in the world. If it were so, then he would not be a dragon and they would not be so astonishingly human, excusing their impertinence and begging to him, bound and helpless, for justice. And by that measure, he would not be a dragon defined by importance for most of his life, made to suffer such a humility. If there was any justice in the world, it was something intangible; he had to define it himself and then compel others to accept it as truth.

But his weak heart shamed him, crying. “The pain... Father... I just want to die already!”

And his father furthered the humiliation. “Please. They are only children. They are not responsible for these crimes. I will bear your hatred, but spare my children!”

And he could not handle it anymore. In his greatest moments of frustration, when he couldn’t buy a slave at the market, he had experienced the tang of power on the edges of his fingers that frightened his nannies and his parents into giving him what he wanted. But this surpassed frustration. Time disappeared and there was nothing in this very instant. To himself, he might have admitted it was a frightful thing to only know nothing but the pureness of emotion. It was neither fear nor anger. He felt nothing of his body. His pain at his side disappeared. The stones rested cool on his back. The maddened desperation of his heart froze. It was only him. The distillation of his contrary life. His vision. His justice.

He roared. “You’ll pay for this!”

Snot and tears soaked the dirty cloth and ran to his mouth. He could not see the filthy huddled below him, but he knew they were pushed together, small and frightened. His defiance cowed them. But it wasn’t enough. “I will not die!” he said as hard as he could manage. He fed on their terror, willing to believe they made deep obeisances as if that was enough to soothe the heavenly demon of their making. “No matter what you do to me, I will survive!”

A trickle of emotion came to him. It was madness. Pure madness as he readied his first edict in this rotten world. “And I will hunt you down one by one,” he vowed. “No one will be left alive!”

He dreamed of a world equal parts fire and blood when Law had come to them with eyes like death, vowing a similar vision. And he dreamed the same when the knock from his door awoke him.

“Doffy?” Trebol entered the room. Doflamingo blinked, his room was black as night, confused for but a moment, existing in the past and present. But then, there was light and Trebol was in his line of vision, slimy and barrel-chested, just as he had been all those years ago when he offered a helping hand. “Violet approaches.”

“And?”

“She has done what you asked. It has taken a month, but she has brought the boy to us. No struggle has been reported. He walks unencumbered beside her.”

Trebol took up Doflamingo’s right side as they exited his chambers. The hallways glowed with light from the fires dancing merrily in their metal wicks. Twisty shadows filled the pink columns and floor. Doflamingo stopped at the window. The realization came to him slow; it was late. Aside from Sugar and Trebol, most of his family retreated and slept in their rooms. The Toys were sent back to the Toy House and the citizens back to their homes, the island of Dressrosa was quiet at night.

“Something wrong, Doffy?” asked Trebol. His voice was distant, like the nattering of a fly.

“No.”

“Violet is quite presumptuous. She swore allegiance to us, but I think, she still holds loyalty to her father. The dead false king. Violet isn’t like the other girls. Beautiful, yes, very beautiful. We should have more beautiful women in the family. Nyeh, Nyeh, Giolla has certainly gotten fat sitting on her butt. But we have Baby 5. You’ve noticed her, haven’t you, Doffy? It’s fascinating. She was an ugly little thing when we picked her up. She’s sixteen now and she grows prettier every day. With that agreeable nature of hers--”

Doflamingo frowned. “Don’t touch her.”

“I would never dream of it, Doffy. It is only a joke. Do you see the way her face pinks and she hides behind her serving platter? It’s enough to draw any reaction out of a red-blooded man. She plays coy because she is a good woman, but it is only a joke. Nothing serious. We are playing. She is family.”

Doflamingo grunted. A joke. Trebol’s status as family, part of the inner family, protected him from his wrath. Though not as much as Trebol liked to think. Doflamingo required loyalty without question. If Trebol thought to pull a fast one because of poor reasoning, then Doflamingo would remind him of his place. Just as he had done with his heart before.

They entered the throne room. Doflamingo didn’t use it much. He preferred to greet guests at the pool. Blessed with pleasant weather, Dressrosa was free of rain for much of the year. Clear skies and comfortable heat it emphasized the life Doflamingo aspired to, a life of leisure befitting his status as king. It did not hurt he kept only the most beautiful girls swimming in the pool and serving his guests and he wasted no expense on music, food, and drinks. There was rarely a need for an ostentatious display of power, his associates and enemies alike knew who they dealt with.

But the stick before the carrot. If this boy was stupid enough to lash out against Big Mom’s pirates, then he would surely think to bite at the hand of his newfound family. Doflamingo needed the boy aware of the rules before he could have any sort of fun. It was a drag, but necessary when dealing with brats. He sighed as he sank into his throne. Trebol stood at his side, he clutched his golden staff tight in his hand, the head of the stick a golden club in laid with jewels.

“Violet has returned,” a henchman in fishnets announced.

“Open the doors! Let us greet her!” Doflamingo said.

The wide stone doors moaned as they pushed inward. Doflamingo beckoned to Violet and the boy to approach. They shared a single glance but walked, slow and measured. Violet remained much the same; beautiful as her namesake, though Doflamingo hadn’t seen her in a month. Her eyes were a glistening amber-brown like a drink to set his throat on fire, her full lips curled into a victorious smirk. The boy at her side was small, dwarfed by an abnormally long nodachi–Amande’s sword, Shirauo–on his back.

“Doffy.” Violet folded into a bow while the boy remained upright. “I have brought what you have asked of me.”

“Nyeh Nyeh Violet. Try not to look so proud. Doffy requested this task fulfilled awhile ago, remember?” Trebol pointed his scepter at her. “Were it anyone else, I would see you punished. When Doffy asks, it must be executed immediately. Not on your own time. This is your warning.”

Violet remained unperturbed as she asked. “Do you have any comments or concerns, Doffy?”

“I do not. You have done well.”

“As long as I have pleased you,” said Violet.

Doflamimgo noticed, swallowing back a laugh, Trebol shrunk by half as he let out a haughty sniff.

“I’m not here to listen to your squabbles, entertaining as they are. We have been rude to our guest. Violet, who is this you have brought to me?” Doflamingo asked.

The boy interrupted Violet, stepping forward. Doflamingo smiled at the boy’s insolence. It was clear he was brave, or maybe, more likely, he did not know any better because he was unafraid and brazen. “I am not a thing to be brought home. I’m not a toy, but a boy. And I came here on my own free will; my name is Nico.”

“Nico.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why I have asked for you?”

The boy curled his small fists at his side. The look on his face was resolute. “I met your shark-boy… and I hurt him,” Nico said quietly. “But he hurt me first. I wouldn’t have done anything if he had just listened and not bit me.”

“Dellinger can be eager when meeting new people, friend or foe,” Doflamingo said. “Forgive him. He’s mixed with an aggressive breed of fish-man, the fighting fish. Sometimes he makes mistakes as we all do, and when you see him, he will offer his apologies and we will leave it in the past. Family forgives mistakes.”

“Dellinger isn’t my family.”

“Not yet,” Doflamingo acknowledged. “But he will be. You don’t believe me and that’s no matter; you will see.”

Trebol pushed forward, his blueish-grey snot coat, left membrane trails on the waxed floor. No doubt he was eager to impress in the boy's mind the pecking order in their family. He had been his first supporter, thusly Doflamingo allowed him privileges that went beyond what he gave to his hearts, past and present. Trebol was allowed his own bit of power trip as long as he remembered his place. Doflamingo watched carefully. His mouth carved into a smile as Nico and Viola looked up at Trebol with identical faces screwed in disgust.

What observation would his old friend make?

“Hold on, Doffy,” Trebol said, “You have such a kind heart, but the boy does not know the importance of family, I fear. And hasn’t any awareness of our history. Hundreds washed ashore Spider Miles, remember; how many of those hundreds were able to endure?” Trebol looked at him, and Doflamingo inclined his head in agreement. “Hundreds died to be a family member at our beginning. How many come to us now hoping to be family, wearing our crest, fighting under our name?”

“Thousands.” Doflamingo laughed.

“Thousands. And out of the thousands, how many have we accepted as our own?”

“No one.”

Not to say he hadn’t allowed countless to wear his pirate symbol, pillage and raid on his behalf, with the stipulation they gave him more than half of what they stole. But that wasn’t the same at all to family. There was only Doflamingo’s family and the rest of the world. The rest of the world could burn as long as Doflamingo kept what was his.

“And so I ask, what makes this brat so special? When he can’t recognize the honor bestowed upon him.”

Doflamingo smiled. “A month and some time ago, who could forget when the ground beneath shuddered, then roared,” he said. “From the balcony, I witnessed chunks of stone tear from the mountains. Houses that have stood for centuries crumbled to dust. Waves swallowed our shores. And even the great Corrida cracked. A black shadow stretched the land and when I breathed I saw my breath; it was on this day, Big Mom sent a party to us and I thought she came to us finally, Kaido damned, but it wasn’t so. Tell me, Nico, how did you get the sword?”

Nico frowned. “The lady. She hurt my friend. I was angry, and I hurt her back… I’ll do the same to you too, all of you. I’m not afraid.”

Doflamingo threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Is that what he had done? Amande told a different story. With a curl of his finger, his power awakened and wrapped itself around Nico. Another twitch of his pinky and the hall echoed with the boy’s howls. He watched as the boy cried struggling, tangled up in invisible strings. His clothing was sliced and torn. In some parts, it was blotched red.

“Bet that surprised you, boy!” Doflamingo smiled. He jerked the boy to him. He leaned in. “I forget my strength sometimes.” He wiggled his index fingers. The boy tensed then straightened from his curled position, his body vibrated at its edges, fighting to hunch inward. “Stay still–you’ll do more damage to yourself–and I hate to draw this out when you’re just being cute. You flash your teeth at me and I wonder have they cut your gums yet? It does not matter. I can see it in your eyes. You hate me.”

Doflamingo rumbled with more laughter. “Good. All good. I give you permission.” Nico’s olive skin flushed. “Does that surprise you? Hate me all you want. In fact, test your mettle against me as much as you’d like--I only ask you don’t hesitate because when you cut your teeth and lose some of that precious cuteness, I won’t hesitate. But right now, you are weak and weaklings can’t pick what happens to them. I want you, therefore you are mine.”

“B-but he must learn manners first, Doffy,” Trebol stammered. “He can’t go around attacking like a mad dog.”

“Too right,” Doflamingo said. He shifted his attention from Nico to Violet. Her face remained impassive, and it reminded him all at once why she was an Executive despite her relatively new status in the family. She did the job and never complained. “Violet. Take him to the dungeon, where he’ll stay until he is trusted.”

“Yes, Doffy.”

Doflamingo cut his strings. The boy dropped to the floor. He didn't move. Violet hauled him up by the arm and set him upright. He is defeated already? I don't want a boring toy, Doflamingo thought. Trebol is right. I have been to hasty with this one. He looked at the boy. But Nico lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with madness and rage; glaring at him. It was beautiful. He puffed his stick chest out. "I won't forget this!" Nico screamed, Doflamingo might have imagined the way the castle of Dressrosa shook and lurched. "No matter what, I won't forget it, and I'll kill you for everyone, for me!"

Violet was swift. She slapped Nico hard enough to leave a bruise. "Impertinent brat," she said coldly. But Nico did not cower. He kept his eyes steady on Doflamingo. Cold as ice chips. "I look forward to it, kid." he laughed. Violet pushed a fallen piece of brown hair behind her ear before she bowed once more to him and blatantly ignored Trebol. She took Nico, and they disappeared into the shadowed halls. Doflamingo did not doubt when she threw Nico into the dungeons, she would also send Buffalo to attend to him. Violet didn't hide her heart as well as she liked to think.

Trebol turned to him. Words were spoken, but he failed to hear.

Doflamingo smelled smoke and flames reflected in his pink sunglasses.

[moonbaby26]

Title: The Gift

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Doflamingo x Viola/Violet (mentioned)

Warnings/Notes: My belated Doffy birthday oneshot 😅! Reader is female coded, but no explicit gender/pronouns are referenced (unless I missed one). Language. Age difference. Dubious consent. Male ejaculation, and some actual fluff this time?

Synopsis: Being such a vain and self-centric man, one would expect elaborate public birthday celebrations for Dressrosa’s king. But as the newest member of Doflamingo’s crew, you’re surprised to find that this isn’t the case. And you don’t think that’s right. So you resolve to give him a very personal gift anyway, to quite unforeseen (at least to you) results.

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Doflamingo didn’t celebrate his birthday any longer.

This tidbit of information about your new master was dropped so casually one afternoon as you and Baby 5 worked together to clean blood and viscera off of the stonework. 

The two of you were together in some dark room the Donquixote captain didn’t want the normal palace maids to venture into. A special interrogation space you now dumped another bucket of soapy water over.

It wasn’t your place to ask any questions though. You had only lived in Dressrosa for the last six months. 

You were the payment Doflamingo had taken when your previous owner couldn’t cough up enough for a weapons debt in time.

Yes, your last master had likely ended up in a room much like this one. Because you’d never seen that abusive old man ever again. 

But you were a logia user. And that qualification had seemed good enough for Doflamingo to allow you this new chance within his own ranks instead.

So you did not complain. And you did not step out of line. You only followed orders just as faithfully as all these pirates that had lived with him years before you had. 

But you still wondered.

You wondered why it bothered you that no one was supposed to acknowledge the day their leader had been born.

The one day that should really be his.

You were still so skeptical of this, that you even paid more attention to the goings on in town over the next week. Looking for any hint of even the most subtle celebration plans or decorations for the people’s king.

But there were none.

And within the palace, Giolla was who you most often were assigned to and shadowed. When you realized even she showed no interest in making artwork for the king’s upcoming cumpleaños as they called it here, that was when you finally knew they must be serious.

His birthday had been removed from all outward recognition, both within his own kingdom and private “family”.

It was such an odd notion, for how extravagant of a man Doflamingo seemed to be.

But you supposed you didn’t really know him either. In the entire six months you’d lived within his home, you didn’t think you’d had more than a few words directed at you from his grinning lips. And they had only ever been emotionless commands.

Ones you dutifully followed.

And you were okay with this arrangement. Because you had been purchased fairly. Your life preserved in exchange for being little more than a warm blooded machine. Simply another tool among all his others.

Yet you still kept thinking about him and this erasure of his birth. It felt so wrong to you.

Somehow even more wrong than the toys you sometimes heard crying in the underground port after midnight, or the blood you and Baby 5 cleaned up again and again from those equally hidden dungeons.

You lay awake in your room for hours actually, on the night before his birthday, until an idea finally came to you.

You had a need to do something about your feelings. You were very thankful to have a roof over your head after all. You were thankful to have a reliable supply of food, and you were thankful to be in the aura of this warlord’s protection in the violent New World.

It was a compulsion by that point really, to repay him in even some small way.

So you sat up in your bed and got to work then and there, inspired just the way you supposed Giolla always spoke of being. 

Your hands hardened as you summoned your power, yet also becoming fully transparent all at once while your fingers still moved nimbly.

You were a human made of glass.

Clear and flawless as your creation began to ebb from your own fingertips.

You could shape and alter it as easily as if it were molten. But you didn’t need heat to do this. Everything was still a part of you as you shaped one flower petal after another.

It became a large rose in full bloom. No stem, but the base of the flower was as wide as both of your palms put together soon enough. The candlelight’s glow in your room played through those rippling surfaces, casting prismatic reflections in every direction as you smiled.

But it still wasn’t special enough then. It wasn’t personal enough as you felt it needed a second element. 

Which wasn’t easy. It took you multiple attempts actually as you tried to shape a bird nestled within this blooming rose. 

A flamingo of course. But the neck was so slender, it kept drooping before you could harden it properly. And if you made it too hard, you were afraid it would hold tension and fracture before long.

So you compromised.

You let that flamingo rest its head, smoothing it with your still clear fingertips as you curved the neck down for the bird to lay its beak against its wing.

As if it were asleep. An elegant flamingo, content and peaceful in the bloom of a rose. The final glass was pristine in its clarity of course, with all the facets you’d created catching the light in such a way that it fully sparkled while you cupped it in your hands with admiration.

You loved it.

And the next day when you went into Doflamingo’s empty office as part of your regular task of filing his completed contracts for him, you left this gift on his desk while you took that stack of paperwork in exchange.

Yet you put no note with your gift. You didn’t even leave it in the center of his desk like a focal point, as you would never be that brazen or prideful.

No, you simply left it to the side. It could be little more than an ornate paper weight for all it mattered. He could discard it if he chose to.

And that would be alright. A gift was the receiver’s to do with as they wished after all.

But at least you now knew he would have a present. He would not be ignored on his own day.

And that thought made you very happy.

But hours passed easily within his palace. Neither Giolla, nor Trebol had any further special instructions for you that day. So by the time the sun had set again, you were alone once more in your bed.

Reading by candlelight as you often did. The palace library was available to any of the Donquixote crew, and its contents occupied you well in any downtime you found.

The story for tonight was interesting too, but not so different than those you’d read before. Just another handsome protagonist, and his rather oblivious lover to be.

It was quite predictable, but still enough to make you giggle once the two characters finally found themselves alone.

You knew exactly where this was going.

And you had been turning those pages just a bit faster in that anticipation before your small transponder snail suddenly awakened to startle you.

Of course you still answered immediately, expecting a late night order. Perhaps a request to join your fellow lower ranks in the underground harbor. Sometimes the pirates there got rowdy, trying to back out of prior agreements. But you were much less destructive than Trebol when restraining them.

“Yes?” You had answered in your calm way, ready for almost anything.

“Come to my office. Now.”

Anything but that as the young master’s impatient tone filled your ears instead.

“Yes, sir.” You said anyway.

The snail clicked, disconnecting from his side first as you dropped your book and practically leapt from the bed.

No one kept Doflamingo waiting.

So much so that you didn’t bother with shoes, or even changing.

You were barefoot, just in a nightgown that fluttered to your knees as you pulled a jacket on over it and hurried out and down the hall.

Your master’s office was on a higher floor. Always like ascending to where you would never truly belong as your feet took the staircase two steps at a time.

But there was no one else in the dark palace corridors. Nothing to speak of panic or a rallying of the troops at all to protect the island.

Yet as you pulled down on the golden door handles to open those carved double doors that led to his workspace, you had still expected to see more of the Donquixote crew.

Never once had you been here alone with him.

Until tonight.

“Close the doors.” He ordered.

And you still did so with no hesitation, then walking towards Doflamingo’s desk with your hands clasped subserviently in front of you below your waist.

You didn’t even ask for an explanation. You simply looked at him, awaiting further instruction.

But his large chair was pulled farther from his desk than normal. He was slouched back in it with his shirt fully open and oddly wrinkled.

One of his long legs was crossed over the other. But his foot was moving slightly, bouncing a little like letting out tension the rest of his body would not yet portray.

“Did you make this?” Doflamingo asked in such an odd tone, yet immediate and to the point as one of his fingers tapped the desk.

Your eyes finally broke away from him to look down at that glass rose you’d created with the flamingo still resting peacefully within the spread petals.

He had moved it dead center on his desk now.

“Yes, sir.” You answered simply, your voice still soft.

But that was when his posture changed.

“Why?” He asked you as he straightened up in his chair.

And you felt your hands tighten against one another. Yet, you were simple. You didn’t think ahead, or plan and strategize. Everything was only what it was and nothing more.

You always told the truth.

“I wanted to give you a gift. I’m thankful to be allowed to stay here, young master.”

And you saw his facial muscles contort slightly. 

Like he didn’t know what expression to make.

“But today? You chose today to do this…” He sounded strangely unsure. Irritated too, as only one of his large hands easily scooped up that glass artwork that had taken both your palms to carefully hold.

“Yes.” You again answered honestly. “I wanted you to have something even if we aren’t allowed to celebrate.”

His brow furrowed. But you did not see any bulging vein. He wasn’t fully angry, not yet. He didn’t seem to know what to do. 

And perhaps that was the root of this frustration.

“How old are you?” Doflamingo asked suddenly.

“Twenty.” 

He muttered a curse under his breath at this seemingly unpleasant answer. And you saw his leg shift, that movement of his foot getting a little faster.

“Well…hoy tengo cuarenta años. Es demasiado.” He finally told you in return, switching briefly to the native language of this island as he frowned. Like he couldn’t admit this number out loud, to you or himself otherwise.

And his fingers were still moving over your gift, tracing all those edges while he held it.

“I’ve waited hours today…wondering what to do about this.” He said again then. “I even brought Violet in here earlier to try and alleviate it...” And he gestured unabashedly at the messy state of his clothing that you had noticed on first arrival.

But only then as his arm moved did you see the smear of dark lipstick against his rib cage beneath that open shirt.

And that was the very first thing that finally brought a tinge of heat to your face.

“It’s…just a gift, young master.”

“It isn’t.” He corrected you so surely that you lowered your head like a scolded pup.

And you heard the resulting growl which came from that too.

“You’re too damn innocent.” He lamented. “And I’m twice your fucking age now.”

Said as if this was somehow all your fault.

His crossed legs shifted again too, like he was struggling with himself. “You don’t even have a man in town, do you? You just sit alone in your room all the time…doing what exactly?”

“I read.” You felt that coil of embarrassment in your stomach now rising to meet the heat still creeping downward from your face.

But he scoffed, a much crueler noise. “And think about me as you do? Clearly you must.” He held the glass rose up higher then, almost as if it were indisputable evidence in this sudden trial against you.

He was starting to sound genuinely angry now.

“I’m sorry, young master.” You tried.

“You can’t do these things and expect no consequence.” Doflamingo chided you harshly, as if you really were a fool.

A fool that he owned.

“Come here.” He commanded you in that renewed authority as he set your gift back to the center of his desk.

You followed the gesture of his fingers without question. He didn’t even have to use his strings as you walked around his desk to stand before his chair.

“You can’t show me affection and think nothing would come of it…” He warned only briefly. 

And it felt too dangerous to try and apologize further. You were silent as your eyes watched only those red lenses of his sunglasses. 

You did know enough not to dare look away from him now.

“I’m not going to fuck you. But you are going to let me get this feeling out.” He said darkly. “So just be quiet and we’ll be done soon enough. Then you can go back to your paper fantasies instead.”

There was not even an implication of wanting your permission in his mocking words either. He was telling you what was about to happen just before those long legs abruptly uncrossed and you were pulled between them.

And you still gasped as the clothed erection he’d been hiding this entire time now pressed up hard against your bottom in his lap.

He didn’t even give you time to process. He was already thrusting that sharp bulge against your nightgown within moments.

His large hands fisted within that same thin fabric beneath your jacket as he groaned quietly.

You felt him inhale deeply next, taking in your scent as he curved his spine enough to lean down into your smaller frame.

It was like being encapsulated, a monstrous snake constricting itself around a small prey when the smallest flick of wet met the side of your face simultaneously.

Just the very tip of his tongue, only a tiny taste of you before before those large hands tightened on your hips.

Doflamingo pulled you harder against his own, bruising your skin beneath your clothes you were sure while his pace quickened even further.

“You smell so good.” He practically hissed against you. “You’re so soft too…”

His long fingers easily squeezed into your thighs as well, even as he didn’t release your hips.

And you must still be in some sort of shock really. Because somehow you didn’t feel afraid. 

You just let him do it. 

It was his birthday. He was your master.

And you were what he wanted, in this moment at least.

He never lifted your nightgown though. He never opened his pants.

But you could feel his body heat, and his desperation. A shame that outweighed any you should have had.

It was his loneliness. It was his need.

And it was mercy towards you.

Your master was giving you his rarest gift in return.

He could have taken your virginity here and now. He could have shattered you with his haki on only a whim, logia user or not.

Doflamingo was fully in control of you, and honestly just enough in control of himself that he did not truly harm you.

His breath only quickened as time seemed to draw to a standstill for you. It felt both like forever, and not long enough at all.

And still you didn’t feel wronged. 

The humiliation was only his instead, whenever you finally felt him stiffen further, grunting before he shuddered and that new heat blossomed against the underside of your thighs.

You were still sitting tightly on his bulge, and the wetness of his release wicked through those meager layers of fabric so easily.

He’d fully cum on himself within his pants. The king of Dressrosa had done this in a private moment with you, then hugging his arms around your waist as he rested briefly, recovering from that surprisingly heavy orgasm.

“Happy birthday to me…” Doflamingo chuckled despite himself, still sounding a bit overwhelmed in this instance while he gradually came down.

“Happy birthday, young master.” You answered tentatively, almost in a whisper.

But he allowed it now. He even squeezed you a little more. And it didn’t feel fully sexual then. He wanted something to hold onto.

He wanted comfort.

“Thank you.” The Heavenly Demon said to you, the young one who was surely only another of his many pets.

But he meant it.

And maybe by his next cumpleaños he would be able to do more. Maybe by then you would be ready to be more than just the one he wanted both to consume and to hold tonight.

Maybe you’d been the oblivious lover to be all along. 

Regardless, whatever happened now, you wouldn’t be laughing at those characters in the books any longer.

If you’d even be reading them much at all. Because you might have someone else needing all of your free time now.

Someone far more sensitive than he’d ever let on as he kept you in his lap while he reached for your artwork again, moving it back closer to the edge of the desk so it better caught the light from the small chandelier above.

You watched your master smile, his body relaxing fully before he bent down enough again to rest his chin on your shoulder.

This was just another flamingo, resting his head with his newest flower.

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The Rose of Dressrosa- Chapter 4

Hello! Sorry, I've been MIA recently. Things have not been great recently but I am hopeful everything will work out. Thank you to everyone who has been very supportive of this blog and of my writing it brings me so much happiness. :)

Anyway... As always please enjoy the next chapter!

Also, I'm about halfway through Whole Cake Island and O. M. G.!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

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Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Warnings: Dark themes, manipulation

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter 4

Bada Bada Bada….

Bada Bada Bada….

Bada Bada-

Click.

“Bepo, you there?”

“Captain?” Bepo's voice came clearly out of the snail. “Did you find what you were looking for?

“Yeah.” Was all Law said.

“Great! When are we leaving?”

“Change of plans, I have to stay a little longer and I don’t know when we’ll leave."

“What!” Bepo shouted.

“Just tell everyone to hang tight.” He tells his first mate, “There's a girl-”

“A GIRL! Seriously!” 

“Not like that!” Law said irritated, “I think I may have found a weak link in The Donquixote Family.” 

“But Captain-”

“Just tell everyone to hang tight. This will all be over soon.” 

“But-”

Click. 

Law humed amusedly as he recalled how you attempted to hide your excitement. It was so easy for him to convince you to meet him later tonight. Oh yes, his new plan for Doflamingo's downfall was well on its way.  He just had to get through tonight. His smile grew at the thought of you.  Obviously, you were some poor helpless little princess who was in over her head and was too trusting for your own good. He just knew it. 

-----

Quickly you walked through the secret passageway you were only a few minutes late. No one would notice. Hopefully…

When you open the secret entry no one is around. Taking a sigh of relief, you act as if you are just coming from your room.

Rounding the corner and came face to face with the closed fist of a green-haired bitch. You duck at the incoming swing and bring your leg up to sweep her leg. Monet was able to jump over your leg, and throw a punch in your direction again you dodge. You were so wrapped up in the fight that you accidentally dropped your book. As you watched it land on the expensive hardwood floor with a thud, Monet used this to her advantage and managed to back you into the wall of the corridor.  

“You're late.” She sounded bored as she pined your body against the wallpaper with her arm.

“Sorry. Couldn't be helped.” You told her not really feeling sorry at all.

“Training began ten minutes ago. Where were you?” Monet asked coldly. 

“She was with me,” Violet’s voice rang out, causing Monet to release you. The dark-haired woman walked to where you were standing, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I had some business in town and asked Y/N if she wanted to join.”

Monet blinked, “I see.” 

You're about ninety percent sure the green-haired woman did not believe her. But she couldn't prove otherwise. Finally, Monet's eyes looked back at you, “I expect to see you in the courtyard in ten minutes.” 

When Monet began to walk away she kicked the book out of her path, causing your anger to rise. You moved to follow her to let your fists do the talking, but you were pulled back by the woman who covered for you. 

Your head rounded back and Violet's face looked sour, “What the hell are you thinking?” 

“I’m thinking how can she walk with a huge stick up her ass.”

“Don't get smart,” Violet hissed, “What if you had been caught.”

You rolled your eyes, “But I didn't.”

“Get serious” The older woman scoffed, “What if I hadn't been here to help you.”

“But you were.”

“Yes now.”

“I'll just be more cautious next time.” you shrug out of her grasp and bend down to pick up your book.

“Next time?!” She said, alarmed, and massaged her temple as if she had a sudden headache. “If Doflamingo catches you, you could be in serious trouble.”

“Then I would just tell him I’m sorry.” you began to walk away, but she caught your arm again.

“You're being naive, the Young Master doesn't want to hear ‘sorry’”, she actually looked genuinely concerned about you. “He wants you to obey his orders. Please, Y/N. Don’t make him any more angry than he already is.”

—-

“Again.”  Monet circled you, as you had your eyes closed and palms facing outward, “Focus.”  

“I am.” you retorted. A part of you wanted to roll your eyes. You had been at this for months with almost no progress made.

“Focus harder, then,” she spat.

So you did, and in the grassy knoll that was created just for you in the training area of the courtyard. Eventually, a seedling sprouted small at first and began morphing into a full-grown tree that would have taken years to grow. Monet walked to it to see the fruit it bore. 

Reaching in the green lush she picked the fruit off the branch, “Peaches.” she said flatly.

“I’m doing the best I can,” you cross your arms at her disappointment.

“Well it's not good enough,” She growls. “The Young Master expects Devil Fruits.” 

“Why does Doffy even care about them?” You ask aggravated at her constant criticisms, “It's not like he can eat another.”

“Devil Fruits are not just some special little miracle like in your fairy tales. Devil Fruits can offer power, When you have power over the prospect of producing power, well -"

She held up the fruit to her face and continued, "That kind of power can control the world.” she squeezed the fruit into mash between her fingers letting the juices drip. “Or destroy it.”

You had never been scared of Monet, but in that moment as she spoke a chill ran down your spine.

—-

The sun had set. And the citizens of Dressrosa tucked themselves into their homes and the toys went back to the toy factory. All was quiet...

You wouldn't believe your luck. You finally met someone who wasn't from Dressrosa. Someone with a ship of their own. Someone who has lived and seen things that have been mentioned in the stories you’ve only read. Places you could only dream of…

You found the man who had taken over your thoughts leaning against the brick wall of the cantina alley where you first met him. 

“Was starting to think you weren't going to make it.” 

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“So where are you taking me first?”

“I was thinking we could go off the beaten path a bit.”

“Lead the way,” he smirked. 

You gladly obliged and began walking down the sidewalk, “So how long are you planning on staying here”

“Just as soon as I get what I need.”

You nod. “So tell me about all the islands you've been to” 

“Why don't you answer some of my questions first.”

“What do you want to know?” you were immediately guarded.

“For Starters what's with all the toys?” 

“What about them?”

 “What are they?” Law asked curiously, “What's their purpose?”

“They’ve just always been here” You shrug, “Why?”

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like them.”

“You mean they're not on other islands?” You replied surprised.

“None that I’ve been to.” 

“And where have you been?” you ask slyly.

Law smirked and began telling you about all the different islands he had been to.  Apparently, there was an island, not that far from Dressrosa, that lived a race of animal people called Minks. He explained to you how there was also an Island made of fishmen too. And in return, you began telling him all about Dressrosa. About all the towns and you also spoke to him about the Colosseum. Though you had never been inside it you explained that it was such an amazing landmark. And finally at the center of the whole island was the King's Plateau.

Law immediately took an interest in this subject. “Quite a unique place. Your King must be proud.”

“I guess.” 

“What do you think he’s like?” Law prodded.

“He’s-” Intense. Intimidating. Just… Doffy. “He’s King. Who knows.” 

Law seemed unimpressed with your response but decided not to push you. You were guarded, and that was fine. It was actually smart of you in a way. It didn't matter, as long as he stuck to the plan he would get everything he wanted. All in due time.

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Ephemeral- Rosinante Donquixote (Corazon) X Female reader (Soulmate AU)

Word count 4.3K

3rd person POV

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AN-I love this man so much :') But I won't lie, I broke my own heart writing this.

Contents- Soulmate AU (First words tattoo), reader is a marine, reader had a DF

!!!Spoiler warning!!! Major character death and spoilers for Law's backstory.

Warnings- Heavy angst, bittersweet ending, smoking, mentions of fire, cussing, character death, hints at starving and lack of self care, violence.

 The cold crimson snow below Cora was nothing compared to the fierce warmth he felt in his heart. His mission to stop his brother may have failed, but at least one of his goals was achieved. Gotta live a little bit longer. His breaths were becoming shorter and shorter as he clung onto his last strand of life. I can’t let my power wear off, not yet. 

 His eyes flutter in a battle to stay  conscious. Not yet, not until Law is free… Despite his best efforts his eyes closed, but before he could slip into the afterlife a sharp pain blossomed in his right forearm. The pain was enough for him to reopen his eyes. Y/N.. With his remaining life force he used his left hand to pull up his sleeve revealing the sentence on his right arm. “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” A weak smile forms on his  lips, remembering the first time he heard those words. 

(Flashback)

 “Do you think I have enough time to get one last smoke in before this starts?” Rosinante dug through his pockets, looking for his trusty fix.

 “You do, Commander, just be quick about it.” A sense of pride swelled in Rosi’s chest, hearing his soon to be new title come from the very man he looked up to. He nodded and started walking out but was stopped when a large hand rested on his shoulder.. “Rosinante..” The dark haired man smiled. “ I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, son.”

 “I’m honored. Thank you Fleet Admiral Sengoku.” The blonde had to suppress a huge smile as his father figure praised him.

 “You're welcome, and you better get going if you want that smoke.” Sengoku motioned to the large stage where high ranking Navy officers were gathering. 

 “Right, I’ll be quick.”

 Rosinante walked outside of the Navy’s banquet hall with a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he tried to find a secluded place to smoke. Eventually he found an empty balcony that had a perfect view of the city below. Flames erupted from the lighter as he took a deep inhale of smoke. The nicotine instantly soothed his built up nerves.

 He knew being promoted to a commander meant more work and even more responsibility. But it also gave him more power and more control, two things he was going to need if he wanted to reach his end goal. Taking his older brother, Doflamingo, down. 

 He took a deep inhale of smoke as his fathers last moments and words echo his mind. He was only 8 years old when Doflamingo shot and killed their father. It was in that moment bloodshed he realized just how far gone his brother was. And judging from the recent reports surrounding his evil doings  and his bounty that increases almost daily, Doflamingo was completely irredeemable at this point. 

 The cigarette in between his lips had reached its end and considering the stress thinking about his brother caused, a second one was well deserved. “I still have a few years to plan, until then stay cool.” He brought the lighter up to the fresh cigarette. “I better hurry or Sengoku will kill m-” 

 Rosi tensed up as he noticed a flash of violet in the distance.What the hell was that? He had never seen anything like it before. Maybe in a different situation he would find it mesmerizing or even cool. But it was heading straight for the navy banquet hall, more specifically it looked like it was coming straight at him and fast. Too fast for him to react.

 The sparking ball of violet was closing in and he couldn’t make his body move a muscle. It was so close he could hear the strange almost electrical noise it emitted. Are we under attack? The anomaly was now floating in the air a few feet away from the balcony's edge. The breath in his throat hitched as the ball shot up ever so slightly into the air, the electrical noise it made was much louder and it appeared to be getting bigger. 

 Rosi snapped out of his trance and took a defensive position, only to find himself back in a trace as the ball of violet sparks turned into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her (H/C) hair fluttered behind her as she gracefully descended from the air and onto the balcony’s railing. All the worry in him disappeared seeing the familiar outfit she wore..

 “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” His forearm began to tingle. She’s..

 “You're an angel…” The words left Rosi’s mouth before he could process  what she said. A small gasp left the girl as she looked down at her left wrist. 

 “Your..” Her (E/C) eyes met his red ones. She held up her wrist to show the words he had just spoken, tattooed into her skin. “You're my soulmate….. And you're still on fire.” The girl jumped from the railing, taking her navy coat off in the process. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile before wacking the fire out with her coat, doing so with such a brute force it sent Rosi to the ground. “There we go, crisis averted.” She bent down slightly and offered her hand to him.

 “I appreciate the gesture, but I’m tall and hea- '' His words were lost in his throat as the girl took the hand he was waving in the air and pulled him up almost effortlessly. 

 “Tall yes.” She took a moment to look up at him. “Heavy no, or at least not for a woman as strong as me.” For a few moments they just stared at each other smiling without a care in the world. That is until Rosi remembered he had somewhere to be.

 “Can we meet up and talk later? I’m about to get promoted at the ceremony.” 

 “You are?” His soulmate jumped a little in excitement causing a blush to form on Rosi’s face. She is so cute. “That makes two of us! We better hurry!” She grabbed his hand and started to run towards the banquet hall.

 Once the pair reached the venue, they had to go their separate way thanks to the seating arrangement. But that didn’t stop Rosi from keeping an eye on her in admiration. She was a couple seats away sitting next to vice admiral Garp. Rosinante leaned back in his chair a little more to see she had the same idea as him. She smiled at him and was about to mouth something to him, that was until Vice Admiral Garp leaned back, stretching his bulking body. Damn that old man.

 “The ceremony will be starting now.” Vice Admiral Tsuru stood at the stage's podium. “First we will be naming the new Commanders.” One by one she called the men and women up to the stage until.. “Donquixote Rosinante.” Rosi nervously walked onto the stage (Cautiously so he didn't trip and embarrass himself in front of his new found soul mate.) “On behalf of the Navy, we congratulate you and thank you for your continued service.” He bent down so Tsuru could place a pin onto his navy uniform, making him officially a commander. He looked to the crowd to see his soulmate standing up and clapping with a smile that made his heart swell. He gave her a sheepish wave before finding his seat.

 “Up next we will be naming the new vice admiral who will be taking over our G-7 unit.” Tsuru announced. “L/N F/N, please come to the stage.” Rosi watched in Awe as his soulmate, who he now knows as Y/N, walked up to the stage with power in each of her steps. “All of navy HQ would like to congratulate you on your promotion and continued service.”  Rosi had stars in his eyes as she was given the white overcoat reserved only for the vice admirals..

 “THAT’S MY GIRL.” A gruff voice yelled out. Rosi turned to see Garp hysterically crying. “If only my son would have been smart like her.” He mumbled out the last part.

 “That concludes today's ceremony. Good luck to you all in your new positions.” Tsuru walked away from the stage and people began to file out of the room. He looked up to see Y/N walking towards him with a smile on her face. 

 “Are you okay?” Y/N looked down at her soulmate who had fallen back in his chair thanks to the shock.

 “I am.” He smiled up at her. “I am more than okay.I just can’t believe my soulmate is someone so cool.” 

 “Thanks.” A blush formed on her cheeks at Rosi’s complement.

 “So.. Umm.. We have a lot to talk about huh?” Rosinante stood up and ran a hand through his blonde locks in an attempt to calm down.

 “That we do.” She shook her head in agreement. “I know just the place we can go!” She grabbed his hand  and led him out of the banquet hall. 

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 “This is it!” Y/N fell back onto the field of flowers that overlooked the sea. “What do you think, Rosinante?” 

 “It’s beautiful.” Rosi sat down beside her. But It doesn't compare to you. “ And you can just call me Rosi.” 

 “Rosi it is.” She smiled before moving her head to rest in his lap. “So question. Just how tall are you?” 

 “Nine foot seven..” Her eyes widened hearing how tall her soulmate was. “And a half.”

 “And a half!” Rosi laughed at her shocked face. “You have me beat, I’m (Height).”

 “I do. But I think you may have me beat in strength, little Miss Vice Admiral.” His hands dug through his jacket until he pulled out his cigarettes. “Do you mind?” 

 “Not at all, actually here.” Y/N brought her hand up to the end of his cigarette. A familiar violet colored spark came from her fingertip, lighting his cigarette. “You’ll never have to buy a lighter again as long as I’m around.” She said proudly.

 “Thank you.” He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke away from her. “I’ve been meaning to ask what that power was. Is it a devil fruit?”

 “It sure is.” She stood up from the flower field. “I ate the Plasma-Plasma fruit, making me a plasma woman.” She jumped into the air before turning into the same ball of sparks that had him freaking out hours earlier. He watched as Y/N displayed her powers to him. Seeing her pop up out of nowhere only to turn into a ball of plasma a second later had him in awe. After a few minutes of zipping through the sky she landed right into his lap. Fierce heat traveled to both of their cheeks. “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t stick the landing.” She gave him a sheepish grin before attempting to crawl away from him.

 “It’s okay..” Rosi brought his arm around her body, urging Y/N closer. “Having you close feels nice.”

 “I couldn't agree with you more.” She brought her head down to rest on his abs. “So question…why were you on fire earlier?”

 “I’m a smoker who Is also really clumsy.” The moment the words left his mouth Y/N jumped  away from his lap. “Y/N are you okay?” She raised an eyebrow at him before motioning to the lit cigarette in his mouth. “OH.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and waited for it to go out. “You can come back now.” He laughed nervously with an outreached hand, which Y/N gladly took. “But I’m clumsy in other ways too, less dangerous ways.” 

 “Like falling over in your chair?” Y/N looked up at him with a smirk on her face.

 “Bingo.” Rosi wrapped both arms around her before pulling the both of them back to lay on the flower field. “So you know my fun little fact. So tell me one about you?” 

 “Have you ever heard the rumor about the marine who killed a sea king while they were sleepwalking?” 

 “Yes I have.” Rosi had heard plenty of rumors in his rookie years, but this one stood out. It was unforgettable. “Apparently it was a rookie who was on Garp’s fleet. They had a really bad sleep walking habit and from what I heard they sometimes tried to challenge Garp to a duel in that state.” Rosi recalls all of the lore surrounding the mysterious Marine. “But the story goes something like this I think. It was the middle of the night when a huge sea king came out of nowhere and started to attack the ship. Two rookies were on the night watch that night, so they panicked. They went to wake up the crew and met the sleepwalking Marine while doing so. The marine proceeded to walk right towards the towering sea king and looked at it with foggy eyes before knocking it across the ocean with a single kick.” Rosi laughed. “I wish I knew if it was real or not. If it was, I wonder who the guy was?”

 “It wasn’t a guy..” 

 “Huh?”

 “It was a girl..”

 “Really? How do you know?”

 “I know because it was me!” Y/N’s cheery voice mixed with Rosi’s mental image of her taking down a sea king with a single kick. “Ever since that day I tie my foot to my bedpost with a shoe string. Just in case.”..... “Rosi?”...... “Rosi?”

 “Y/N.” Rosi lifted up from the flower field and rummaged around in his pockets. “Here it is!” He pulled out a marker. “Please sign my jacket!” 

 “HUH?” Y/N gave him a confused look. “Sign your jacket? Why?”

 “Because you are the woman, the myth, no… the legend. My soulmate is..” Rosi grabbed her shoulder before lifting her up like she weighed nothing. “The sleepwalking sea king slayer!” He spun her around before they both toppled over laughing.

 “Am I really that popular?” She grabbed the marker that had fallen with them and pulled his coat open to the side. “To my biggest fan~” Y/N signed her name and drew a small doodle of a sea king getting kicked by her. “Here, it’s your turn.” She handed the confused Rosi a marker before laying down with her vice admiral jacket open. “You can draw something on mine too!”

 “Before I do this.” He smoothed the fabric down where he wanted to draw. “I’m not good at drawing. With that being said, any requests?” Y/N Shook her head.

 “Just draw what comes to heart.”

~Flashback end~

 “Y/N. I’m sorry.” Her name left his mouth like a guilty prayer. “Just know I love you so much and I ...” Blood spilled from his lips as he muttered his final words. “I did it. Law is finally free.” 

 And with that, Donquixote Rosinante, the man known as Corazon, took his last breath.

~~~Somewhere out at sea on the G-7’s main ship.~~~

  Y/N sat at her desk filing paperwork and thinking about a certain blonde. She pulled the white coat off and looked at the fading doodle Rosi drew on it all those years ago. It was a simple heart with their initials in it. I miss him

 Y/N sighed playing with the silver chain around her neck. With a gentle tug on the chain she revealed the heart shaped locket he gifted her. She smiled seeing the engraving “You’re an angel.” Y/N clicked the locket open, her smile only grew wider seeing her and Rosinante’s wedding photos. On one side he was holding her up in his arms, and on the other side it was her holding him. A knock at her door pulled her from her romantic reminiscing. 

 “Come in!” She tucked the locket back under her shirt before one of her men walked in.

 “Can you sign off on these documents for me? They are urgent.” The man walked up to the desk and held the stack of  papers out.

 “Can do!” Y/N reached out with her right arm and stopped when a searing pain formed in her forearm. “What the, FUCK.” She yelped while bringing her arm down on the table. 

 “Vice admiral are you okay?!” The man watched as she was unable to form words, instead she slammed her head against the desk and pointed at her right arm. “I understand.” He slowly brought her sleeve up to reveal the cause of the tremendous pain she was in. What she didn’t know, it was only the start. “Vice admiral L/N, I. I think..”

 “What’s wrong?” She brought her head up from the desk and felt her body turn cold. At that moment she recalled something Tsuru had said to her many years ago. “There had been reports in the past of soulmates dying and their last words would show up on their partner in the spot where their first words were”  That explains why she is seeing the words on her right forearm.

 “Y/N, I’m sorry…… Just know I love you so much and I….I did it. Law is finally free.” 

 “Leave.” The man nodded before shuffling out of the room. Y/N looked at the fresh words on her arm. “Rosi.” He can’t be. Her lips trembled as tears began to pour down her face. The pain she felt was beyond what words could describe. She had lost her soulmate, her home, her safety, her comfort, her Rosi. He was gone.

 Her cries could be heard all across the G-7 ship. The men and women aboard the ship held their heads low as their admiral mourned her lost lover. After a week  the cries had turned into sniffles, after a month it was silent. She never came out of the office, none of the food they sent her was ever eaten, and she never spoke more than a few words. She had become an empty shell. 

~~~~

 “Wake up Y/N.” Her eyes opened to a bright blue sky. She slowly lifted off of the ground and looked around. It took her no time to know where she was. The flower field. “You know I fell in love with you that day you brought me here.”

 “Rosi?” She turned and saw nothing. “Rosi, where are you?” She got up and froze when two arms wrapped around her midsection from behind.

 “Y/N.” His grip tightened. “I am so sorry.” She felt something wet at the nape of her neck. “I’ve watched you go through all this torment and I could not take it any longer. .” Her body froze. “I don’t have much time.” 

 “Rosi.” She tried to turn around to see him, but his arms kept her caged in.

 “Not yet love.” His voice was soft and comforting, just the way she remembered. “Y/N I love you and I will always watch over you.” Lips ghosted the crook of her neck. “But you can’t keep going on like this. You're alive but if you keep this up..” His voice cracked.. “Live Y/N, please. Promise me you will.”

 “How can I?” Tears started to stream down her face. 

 “You can because that’s what I want… More than anything..” Y/N’s eyes widened. “There is a time and place for all of us to die, but your time is not now or anytime soon. So angel, would you do me the honors of letting me watch you live, even though I can’t be with you?”

 “It’s funny.” Y/N sniffled. “You're calling me an angel.”

 “I guess we are both angels now… Wait no.” The familiar clumsy panic in his tone brought a bittersweet smile to her face. “You are an angel metaphorically, I am a real angel.” 

 “That you are.” A final tear rolled down her face. “But to answer your question I will.”

 “Good.” A large hand covered her right forearm. “I know this is selfish of me, but I want to kiss you one last time Y/N.”

 “If you're selfish, I’m selfish.” She turned around and jumped into her lover's arms to give him a final kiss. When she pulled back a bright light appeared behind him.

 “I have to go now.” He watched as the smile left Y/N lips. “I need another favor from you.”

 “Anything.”

 “When you think of me.” He grabbed her right arm and planted a kiss right next to his final words. “I want you to always have a smile on your face. Just like this.” Seeing the same goofy smile on his lips , the one  she fell in love caused one of her own to form.

 “I love you forever and always Rosi.”

 “I love you too.” He turned around and started to walk away from her. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you know I’m patient , so there is no need to rush okay?”

 “Okay.”

 “Goodbye for now, my angel.” 

 ~~~~

 She woke up in a daze wondering if what happened was a dream or real. Her fingers hooked around her sleeve, gently pulling it up  to reveal Rosi’s final words to her. But that wasn’t the only thing. Out from the words was a smiley face, one that looked just like his, in the spot he had kissed.

 ~Bonus~

 “Captain Law.” Bepo came running up to his captain who sat on a cargo box. “A vice admiral's ship has been spotted on the other side of the island.” 

 “Go find the others and let them know we are leaving immediately.” Law ordered.

 “Yes sir!” The white bear ran off as Law placed his chin in his hands. Just what I needed.

 “A vice admiral?” Law’s body tensed up. “That sounds serious.” Law slowly turned to his side to see a (H/C) woman sitting on the cargo box right next to one he was on. She was eating a bag of candy and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. “Want some?” She held the bag out to Law.

 “No.” Law raised his eyebrow. “Thanks?” Law got a better look at her and saw what she had on Dammit it all. His tattooed hand reached for his sword.

 “Don’t even think about it.” The woman smirked at Law. “Don’t you have any clue as to who I am?”

 “I don’t..” Law was sweating bullets at this point. “Want to give me a hint?”

 “Have you ever heard of the Marine who killed a sea king while sleep walking?”

 “I have. They called her the Sleepwalking Sea King Slayer.” 

 “How did you know it was a ‘her’?” 

 “What are you getting at?” Something shiny was thrown into Law’s lap. A locket? He clicked it opened. “Wait.” Law stood up and looked at the woman shocked.

 “To answer some of the questions I’m sure you have.” She stood up on the cargo box. “The woman you see before you is indeed the Sleepwalking sea king slayer.” Law looked up at her in shock. “And I’m also Rosi’s wife. Or should I say Cora’s wife.” Law was glad the rest of the crew was gone. A guilt he carried for well over 11 years had bubbled to the surface.

 “I’m sorry, it’s my fault he di-” The woman pulled the boy into a tight hug.

 “Don’t finish that sentence.” She gave him a few pats on the back before pulling away. “Just so I’m clear, I don’t in the slightest, blame you for what happened. And as you can see.” She pulled up her sleeve showing Law the Last words Cora said. “He died happy knowing you were free.” Law sniffled into the sleeve of his hoodie. “I see that you honor his legacy well.” She motioned to jolly Roger on the side of his submarine.

 “He meant everything to me.”

 “You meant just as much to him.” She smiled thinking of all the times he called her in secret to talk about how Law was doing. “I apologize for not coming to see you sooner. I say that like I’m supposed to see you at all.” She laughed. “Here take this. It’s the number to my personal transponder snail. Call me if you ever need to hear a funny story, because when it comes to Cora… Let’s just say I have a bunch.” Law took the paper from her hands and put it in his pocket.

 “Will do.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”

 “The sleepwalking sea king slayer, didn’t I tell you already?” Law rolled his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

 “Will I ever see you again Y/N?”

 “Well..” She turned around to show the black letter on the jacket. “You better hope and pray you don’t.”

 “Fair enough.”

 “Well it’s been fun talking with you.” She threw Law the now empty candy bag in his hands before walking away. “One more thing.”

 “What’s that?”

“You need to smile more.” The woman gave him a toothy grin and then in the blink of a eye, disappeared.

“I’ll try.”

[gendervapor14]

I hope you don’t mind my asking, but I saw you reblogged that “becoming the mask you wore” trope thing and you said when you write Rosi and/or Viola you employ that trope and I’d be suuuper interested if you could rec which fics you wrote with that concept! It’s so fascinating to me and it’s something I’ve thought about a lot too! 😁

aahh hello~!! what a delight!! i was going to link the post you're referring to here but of course now i can't find it. i do remember which post you're talking about tho!! let me gather some of the fics where i used this trope.

for viola...

façade really hones in on the shaky balance between violet and viola, her persona for doflamingo/the family vs her true self. doflamingo x viola, rated T.

a gift and a curse has some viola vs violet as well. not as much, but it's present! also rated T, doflamingo x viola. this one is a soulmate AU but not in a good way lmao

for rosinante...

blood gone sour is a bit dark, (although so is doviola) but it's my most recent take on the dq bros, and has a decent bit of corazon-mask-wearing from rosinante's pov. (and even sengoku's pov). rated T, no ships, just mind the warnings.

words cut deeper is almost like a softer version of the fic above XD basically it's a... what if corazon's mask broke? and rosinante broke free just for a minute and said what was really on his mind? gen across the board.

broken fingers hold tightest, broken hearts bleed brightest is an M-rated crocodile x rosinante fic that spirals into a rosinante vs corazon identity crisis at the very end. mind the tags on that one too.

if you're willing to read a MASSIVE multichap, i do quite a bit of identity crises in 01746, but that story is chonky. M-rated rosinante x OC backstory fic. you could start at chapter 29 when he first takes on the corazon codename. a lot of chapters work well standalone in that fic too, so if you're really dying for the trope, i'd recommend chapters 32, 35, 39, and 44 XD

i am in LOVE with this trope and it almost bleeds into anything slightly canon i write with these characters. i do hope to do more with viola soon so this list can grow.

thank you SO much for the ask!! sorry it took me a few days to get back to ya <3

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[the-bar-sinister]

I was just curious in general haha I've seen you being into a lot of fandoms so I was wondering how long the list would be (sorry I'm kinda nosy) I personally don't mind sharing!

I also have a long ass list, and a good bunch of them I haven't even talked about in my blog still xd I think I've seen your list for One Piece one time, would you mind sharing it again? I'm also curious about Ace Attorney and Resident Evil if you don't mind. Would love to talk about your f/os sometime, your insights are super interesting even if I don't know the source material haha

Ahhh, you're so kind! <3 We all love talking about our f/os, even if we get flustered some times XD So please always feel free to ask away!

One Piece:

🔪🔪: Buggy, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Daz, Robin, Smoker, Galdino, Vivi, Hancock, Basil, Luffy

🔍⚔️: Law, Vergo, Crocodile, Sugar, Baby 5, Dellinger, Uta, Diamante, Monet, Violet, Mihawk, Buggy

🎀💖: Zoro, Sanji, Boa Hancock, Nami, Law, Bon Clay, Smoker, Katakuri

💪🔫: Ichiji, Rebecca, Katakuri,Yonji, Reiju,

Ace Attorney:

💻🔪: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice,Phoenix Wright, Lana Skye, Datz Are'bal, Vera Misham

😼🔪: Ema Skye, Kristoph Gavin, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, Maya Fey, Apollo Justice

🔍⚔️: Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, Kristoph Gavin, Ema Skye, Datz Are'bal, Trucy Wright, Klavier Gavin

🎀💖: Prosecutor Godot, Trucy Wright, Jake Marshall, Sister Iris

💪🔫: Shih-Nah, Shi-long Lang, Dick Gumshoe, Byrne Faraday

Resident Evil:

🔪🔪: Donna Beneviento, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Daniel Fabron, Jill Valentine, Jack Krauser, Zoe Baker, HUNK

🔍⚔️: Leon Kennedy, Billy Coen, Nikolai Zinoviev, Helena Harper

🎀💖: Jessica Sherawat, Raymond Vester, Sherry Birkin, Jake Muller, HUNK

💪🔫: Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Piers Nivans, William Birkin

Why is (x character) not listed? I've seen you talk about them before as an F/O!

We've listed only the current system members who are doing self ship stuff in the last couple of months. There are more who do it sometimes, but they haven't been active either at the front, or doing self shipping depending.

I'm also only listing our main and primary F/Os for each because if I listed every one we'd be here all week XD

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 10: Heated

"That's not fair," you protest, but your voice is barely a whisper as you feel your gaze trapped by those eyes.

He leans closer and it's only when he looks down to your lips that you can feel yourself almost relax. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your skin is on fire – you haven't even been touched yet, but the whole day has been leading to this, intentionally or not. Anticipation has had you on edge since before dinner.

He stops, impossibly close, and his voice rolls over you. "Kiss me, (Y/N)."

Licking your lips lightly you swallow, before leaning forward to close the space between you. Running your lips over his so softly as to barely make contact, you reach out with your hand to slide apprehensive and needy fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, and then lean in deeper with the kiss. Your eyes close as a satisfied moan rises up in your throat and shivers through your lips.

Doflamingo gives an appreciative grunt as his hand slips against your back, pulling you into him while his other hand keeps its hold on the backrest of the seat. Arching your back you gasp a shaky breath, but the small space between you is no longer tolerated and he leans in and resumes the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You've made out with people before now, but that was on equal footing, here you are no match, and he makes no effort to entertain the fantasy that you stand a chance.

Within the confines of the limo, he moves, and the flowing fabric of your gown is pulled taut as your positions change. Your knees are now on either side of his hips as he sits on the leather seats. One of his hands cradles your head, the other wraps around your waist a strange, and delightful mix of possessive and protective.

Your hands seem restless by comparison, finally able to touch what had lingered on the corners of your imagination for the last few days. Your fingers run through his hair and dance along the lines of his neck and shoulders, but once you find the resistance of fabric you move back up to his neck, teasing the edges of his short hair. From your new position some semblance of control seems easier, even if you know better.

Breaking the kiss that's threatening to steal the air from your lungs you lean back. Gasping for breath you exhale a moan into the air, thinking that if kissing him was this good, the sex might kill you. You start to speak, to say as much, but he pulls you in again with a demanding low moan that vibrates into your chest and sends a shiver through your heart.

Hot lips sear into your neck, and your illusion of control shatters before you could even hope to test it. The speed of his movements and the unexpected sensations cause you to squeak in surprise, but the embarrassing squeak is abandoned and replaced by a needy whine. The hand at the back of your head was no longer cradling you, the fingers were threaded into your hair, destroying all of Violet's earlier work, and holding you exactly where he wanted.

You couldn't process exactly what he was doing, between his lips and tongue and nipping teeth, all you knew were the continual sensations dancing across your skin. Stings of pain darted through the rolling pleasure, and you were sure you would be covered in marks the next day, but you couldn't even muster a word of protest in your current state.

He pulls you into another deep kiss, devouring the whining moans you couldn't seem to stifle, and running his fingers down your spine. You had no idea how sensitive your back was, and you wriggled from the shivers running down your spine, locked into the kiss and trapped entirely.

Just as you were starting to feel lightheaded from the kiss, he breaks it off, raining softer kisses down along your jaw, to your neck, and then along your collarbone. Catching your breath, you run your fingers through his short hair, enjoying this brief respite of slightly less intense sensations.

"If you scramble my mind too much," you muse, moaning lightly at the continued gentle kisses, "I won't be able to scream your name later. Doflamingo is a little complicated when I'm not sure I could have said my own name right now."

That deep velvet laugh rumbles against your chest as he leans into your shoulder for a moment. You had to bite into your knuckle again, to avoid moaning at the sound. Of all kinks to stumble across, auralism wasn't on your list.

He shifts his head against your shoulder, tilting his mouth upward and nipping briefly at your earlobe. "My dear, I have no intention of allowing you the sense to say anything later." He purrs.

"Hnnngh, fuck." You hiss softly, unable to keep quiet after that. You lean back into his hands, but you weren't trying to get away. "While I knew you were trouble, I have to say I wasn't expecting it to be this fitting."

You could feel his eyes on you. "You have time to decide I'm too much trouble," He speaks in a low almost desperate way, and you look at him to see the barest hint of concern on his face, "Lao can take you home, instead, if you so wish."

"If I truly tell you to stop, no matter when, could you?" You ask quietly, your eyes slipping from his gaze and down to his lips as you lean toward him. "Can you mitigate risks that delicately, Trouble?"

"Despite my desires, I'm not a mindless beast," His words come out in a husky growl, but there's no anger in them, just need.

Leaning a little closer, you hold his face in your hands, keeping that terrible slim distance between you a moment longer. "Promise me," you demand, and you are surprised by the force behind your words.

He looks up into your eyes and holds your gaze before replying. "I promise, (Y/N)."

The space between you disappears and your world blurs. You recognize the sensation of leaving the limo, but you don't think there was a missed beat of kissing – you didn't even consciously clock Lao opening the door. Your feet don't touch the ground, as Doflamingo holds you in his arms, and you're vaguely aware that you've come in from the backside of the estate.

He shifts you, a firm hand on your ass and you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle the squeaky moan as he moves you over his shoulder. He steps us into an elevator and as the doors close, you feel his other hand slip under the gown and travel up the back of your leg. The ticklish sensation is erotic at the same time and your gasping moans bounce around inside the elevator and you fight to keep from squirming too much.

"Haa, haa-nngh, Not fair – not fair!" His hand squeezes your ass in response and fingernails drag down the back of your leg and the cry you let out is nearly orgasmic, surprising both of you.

"My dear," he begins, a questioning tone in his voice.

"I-I did not!" You protest, cutting him off before he can ask. "A-almost, but I didn't." You assert, beet red and trembling.

The elevator doors open and you're on a floor you hadn't seen earlier. His hands continue to wander over you while holding you in place.

"Ah, n-no-not here!" You gasp, "I don't want to dis-s-s-sturb anyone." It's difficult to talk when he won't stop teasing you.

"There's no one else on this floor tonight." He assures you, and the tone of his voice sends shivers through your whole body. "You can be as loud as I make you."

Oh shit.

"I don't think I'm tall enough for this ride," you laugh nervously as he steps into his bedroom. It's a room, it has a bed, your brain can't comprehend any details that aren't directly related to his body right now.

"I can promise that you are." He replies, a predatory grin on his face as he sets you on the bed gently.

You're held in place by the sound of his voice and you feel your body tense as one large hand lifts your leg by the calf and his other hand slips off one of your heels. The heat rises in your body, and you feel a knot pool in your stomach as he leans down and kisses your leg through the stockings. His movements are a mix of teasing touches and strong pushes, massaging some of the tension out of your feet and legs.

As good as it feels, the flight response in your body kicks in and you start squirming deeper onto the bed in an effort to wriggle from him. Getting tangled in the gown you don't get far, but instead of pulling you back to him, he stands up. His tongue slips across his lips as he loosens his tie and pulls it free dropping it onto the bed and leaving his jacket on the floor as he begins to unbutton the shirt underneath. His motions are smooth and almost hypnotizing, and you turn over onto your stomach to break the gaze.

His knee presses into the bed and you realize that the skirt of your gown is caught under it, one of his hands engulfs your wrist, and his other grabs the back of your thigh, roughly pushing up to your ass to squeeze it and eliciting a guttural moan from you. You suck in air as he leans down and claims the back of your neck with toothy kiss, nipping at your skin as you feel his hand free the clasp of the gown and begin to unzip it.

He doesn't kiss you as he slowly pulls the delicate zipper down, but you're still panting and squirming under him. The sensation of the gown loosening, and the soft sound of the zipper moving are enough to fill you up with desire for what's to come. You can feel everything against your skin, you've never been so on edge before.

"Gods," you breathe into the bedding. "It's... too much." You manage to wriggle enough to look at him from over your shoulder. "Please."

There's a ripping sound followed by a rush of cool air against your skin, the soft click of scattered accents rains down on the floor as the tattered gown disappears off the bed. Tattoos and scars make their own sort of lace underneath the delicate lingerie you had on under the gown, and you're shifted onto your back.

You hardly catch your breath as he leans toward you, one arm above your head bracing himself over you, his other hand is sliding down your stomach. You keep your eyes on his, desire etched into your features. You can't find any words, but your breathy gasps become more like moans as his hand travels further down. When his finger slips under band of the lacy panties, you tear your gaze away and hide your face as much as you can in your position.

His hand stops, and after a second you hear his voice far huskier and breathless than you expected.

"Look at me, (Y/N). I want to see your face when you come." The shiver his words evoke through your body almost causes you to do so right then and there. You manage to turn toward him,  so hot and needy, your eyes are almost too wet to see him clearly, but you make sure you keep facing him.

His hand continues, and his middle finger slips into your soaking wet folds, finding your clit like he knew where it was better than you did. Sucking in air at the powerful sensation, your hips buck up into the air, pushing into his hand. He hooks a leg over yours, holding you in place better, and leaning his face closer to yours as his finger begins making slow circles against the bundle of nerves. His hot breath washes over you, and he licks along your lips as your breath starts coming in shorter, heavier bursts.

"D-dofla-a-amingo, I'm... gonna..."

"Scream for me, kitten." You grab his wrist as though you have the strength to wrest his hand away and you cry out as the cascade of spasming muscles and delicious pleasures tear through your body.

But he's not a vibrator, and you're not in control, and what you thought was the peak of pleasure continues to build and his finger doesn't stop. Your cries of pleasure turn deeper, almost like a primal growl more than the airy sounds before, and you feel like you're losing control of your body. Without warning you're moaning into his mouth as his lips devour the sounds coming from you.

Dizzy and out of breath when he breaks off the kiss, your mind is a hazy mess of barely organized thoughts. You can sense his enjoyment of your situation more than you can comprehend it, and then his hand slips even lower into the soaking wet mess that you've become.

You don't make a sound as your breath catches, that same skilled finger pushing inside of you slowly. There's no pain, just a sensation of being filled. As the finger slips out, two push into you the next time. Your caught breath releases and you gasp as two thick fingers pass the boundary of merely being filled, and you can feel the pressure of your body stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me if it hurts, (Y/N)." He says gently, moving his fingers around in the soaking mess before sliding them back out.

Scrambling to brace against him, your legs opening on their own you shake your head. "- It. Doesn't, it doesn't!"

You feel more fingers enter, a little more slowly this time, and the stretching feeling goes deeper. There's no pain, but you feel impossibly full. There's a nip at your ear. "Keep talking to me, kitten."

"No, no pain," you gasp, realizing as you spoke that you'd been holding your breath again. "It's just... weird!"

Doflamingo shifts, and the hand that isn't between your thighs slips under your back. Your bra is loose before you've even registered what he was doing, and he pulls it away with ease. Kisses rain down on your neck, down to your collarbone, and along the rise of your breast as a fourth finger is slowly added. The sensation of the slow stretch with the lightning pleasure of his lips and teeth playing at your nipple cause you to buck again, but you have nowhere to go, and he holds you in place before you can squirm too much.

"Hnngh, I can feel it... b-building again." You gasp, and as he shifts again, his hand pulls out of you and drags the last of your lingerie with it. Thigh-high stockings are all you have left, and he seems content to leave them and the garter belt holding them, in place as he stands beside the bed.

That devilish lick of his lips is all you can focus on until his pants fall away. You can't help the gulp that overtakes you at the size of his cock. You feel a little accomplished that its current state is entirely your fault, but you're not sure it's meant to fit anywhere decent.

He rolls a condom on as he comes back onto the bed, his knees between your legs, pushing them open as he readjusts you easily. With your hips lifted up, your shoulders are pushed into the bed, but you can't take your eyes off the fucking spear twitching against your thigh. You can't say what you feel is anything akin to fear, but your mind is desperately trying to sort out the logistics as to how this is going to work.

His hips shift, rubbing his cock against the soaked lips of your dripping pussy, and rubbing against your clit from time to time. His eyes are on you, and you can only glance at him for a moment, before looking back down. His steady motion is building the heat back up inside you, not that it had died down much in the short time it took him to put on the condom.

"Now's the last easy chance to stop," He admits, in a voice that decidedly does not want to stop. "After this it will be far more difficult."

Your hips shift, moving against him. "Just... slowly." You manage, "Slowly please."

"As you wish, my dear." He purrs, and shifts the angle enough to start pushing inside you.

You were soaking wet, and he's been thorough in preparing everything, so you weren't surprised at the lack of sharp pain, but there was a dull feeling from being stretched so completely. After he pushes in a little, he pulls back out slowly, and then pushes in a little deeper. It was a tortuously slow pace, but halfway in he moves his thumb and starts rolling it over your clit.

You suck in a breath at this new pleasure and hear him grunt as your entire body tenses. He continues to ease himself in deeper, teasing you as the pleasure builds up inside you again.

"Sensitive little kitten." He purrs, filling you to the last. You hadn't the air to respond to him, cheekily or otherwise, and your toes curled as he pulls back and begins to move inside you.

Toys were a great way to pass an afternoon on your own, but nothing you had could compare to the sensations in your body right now. You vaguely wondered what kind of devil he would be if he utilized toys and thought you might not be able to survive such a combination.

The slow rhythm was delicious, but after a moment you wanted something more. The pleasure was building, internally and externally, and your legs were beginning to tremble.

"M-More, please," you beg. "Faster."

He slows down more and grins at you, making sure he has your attention, foggy as your brain was.

"Doffy," He says in that velvet rich voice, an edge of command in it that wasn't there before now. "Call me Doffy, and beg, kitten."

"Haa, ha – not a beast my ass," you smirk before biting your lip, feeling your face somehow becoming even hotter. "Please, give me more." It was hard to form words with how much you were panting, but you continued. "M-move, faster. L-let me cum against your cock," gods you had a dirtier mouth than you thought you did, "– Doffy, please!"

You could almost see something snap, and you heard a noise come from him that was somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. He shifts, hooking your legs over his arms and grabbing your forearms with his hands, before leaning close and whispering into your ear.

"I said I wasn't a mindless beast, (Y/N)." His pace quickens before you can fully process what he'd whispered into your ear. Long strokes push into you, each one feeling like it filled you up more than the last. The long steady rhythm moves faster, and skin smacks against skin as his thrusts pushed the air from you and fill your body with pleasure.

You couldn't squirm away; you couldn't wriggle out of from under him. You were held in place as the pleasure rolls up inside you and starts to overtake all your senses. Your toes curl and you make formless noises, trying to tell him you were close but unable to remember the shape of words.

Screaming something into the cool air of the bedroom, your body clenches and tightens around him. You don't know if it was his name or his nickname or just some primal curse. Whatever it was seemed to work just fine, as a few erratic and growled thrusts from Doflamingo and you could feel him twitching inside you against the tight, sensitive parts of your body.

He gives you a second to catch your breath, before releasing his grip on your forearms and leaning down to kiss you while he pulls himself out of you. Moaning into the kiss, the strange sensation of being left empty, elicits a sad whimpering sound from you.

Breaking off the kiss, he steps back from the bed, discarding the used condom and then laying down beside you. You were still breathing hard, your whole body on edge, but at the same time you were relaxed. Exhaustion tugs at your muscles, but your senses are still sharp. He pulls you against him, kissing your forehead as he runs his fingers through your hair.

He puts his chin against the top of your head and continues to pet your hair and lightly stroke your body. It was comforting after the almost overwhelming feeling of emptiness when he had pulled out moments before. A lazy smile spread across your face, and you press a hand against his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"I doubt I need to say so," your voice was barely above a whisper. "But holy shit, Trouble, that was amazing."

He chuckles and kisses your forehead again, leaning over you enough to be able to look in your eyes. "You didn't need to say so, but it's still nice to hear."

"Do you hurt anywhere?" He inquires after a moment.

"Mmm, I don't feel any sharp pains right now," you assure him, "but I'm certain I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

You notice a clock and your eyes go wide. "Is it seriously only 9 'o clock?"

Doflamingo hums. "We had an early dinner, my dear, and an equally early dessert."

You twist around a little, pushing him onto his back and putting your chest against his. "I would love to say something powerful like 'Let's go for round 2!'," You grin, putting one arm up in a dramatic flourish before putting it back down against his chest, "But I have work tomorrow. I, also, don't want to go home just yet, soooo I was thinking, we could get cleaned up, and head over to Q's for a late second dinner."

Doflamingo smiles and seems to be considering your proposition.

"Or, if you've had your fun, Mr. sex machine, you can always just kick me out." You had a wide smile on your face because you were teasing him, but there was a pang in your heart at the thought of this being a one-time thing.

After another moment's pause, he chuckles. "It appears, my dear, you aren't the only one who doesn't want this evening to end, either."

You gave a mischievous hum and grin your Cheshire grin, before pushing yourself upright and turning away. "Careful you don't fall for me Mr. Donquixote, I've been told I'm quite impossible to pin down."

You weren't looking at him as you picked a random piece of clothing to cover yourself with, but you could envision his expression based on the sound of his tone. "I believe I pinned you down rather effectively just now, Miss (Y/N)."

Ah ha, oh no.

[hedonistic-peacock]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 10: Heated

"That's not fair," you protest, but your voice is barely a whisper as you feel your gaze trapped by those eyes.

He leans closer and it's only when he looks down to your lips that you can feel yourself almost relax. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your skin is on fire – you haven't even been touched yet, but the whole day has been leading to this, intentionally or not. Anticipation has had you on edge since before dinner.

He stops, impossibly close, and his voice rolls over you. "Kiss me, (Y/N)."

Licking your lips lightly you swallow, before leaning forward to close the space between you. Running your lips over his so softly as to barely make contact, you reach out with your hand to slide apprehensive and needy fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, and then lean in deeper with the kiss. Your eyes close as a satisfied moan rises up in your throat and shivers through your lips.

Doflamingo gives an appreciative grunt as his hand slips against your back, pulling you into him while his other hand keeps its hold on the backrest of the seat. Arching your back you gasp a shaky breath, but the small space between you is no longer tolerated and he leans in and resumes the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You've made out with people before now, but that was on equal footing, here you are no match, and he makes no effort to entertain the fantasy that you stand a chance.

Within the confines of the limo, he moves, and the flowing fabric of your gown is pulled taut as your positions change. Your knees are now on either side of his hips as he sits on the leather seats. One of his hands cradles your head, the other wraps around your waist a strange, and delightful mix of possessive and protective.

Your hands seem restless by comparison, finally able to touch what had lingered on the corners of your imagination for the last few days. Your fingers run through his hair and dance along the lines of his neck and shoulders, but once you find the resistance of fabric you move back up to his neck, teasing the edges of his short hair. From your new position some semblance of control seems easier, even if you know better.

Breaking the kiss that's threatening to steal the air from your lungs you lean back. Gasping for breath you exhale a moan into the air, thinking that if kissing him was this good, the sex might kill you. You start to speak, to say as much, but he pulls you in again with a demanding low moan that vibrates into your chest and sends a shiver through your heart.

Hot lips sear into your neck, and your illusion of control shatters before you could even hope to test it. The speed of his movements and the unexpected sensations cause you to squeak in surprise, but the embarrassing squeak is abandoned and replaced by a needy whine. The hand at the back of your head was no longer cradling you, the fingers were threaded into your hair, destroying all of Violet's earlier work, and holding you exactly where he wanted.

You couldn't process exactly what he was doing, between his lips and tongue and nipping teeth, all you knew were the continual sensations dancing across your skin. Stings of pain darted through the rolling pleasure, and you were sure you would be covered in marks the next day, but you couldn't even muster a word of protest in your current state.

He pulls you into another deep kiss, devouring the whining moans you couldn't seem to stifle, and running his fingers down your spine. You had no idea how sensitive your back was, and you wriggled from the shivers running down your spine, locked into the kiss and trapped entirely.

Just as you were starting to feel lightheaded from the kiss, he breaks it off, raining softer kisses down along your jaw, to your neck, and then along your collarbone. Catching your breath, you run your fingers through his short hair, enjoying this brief respite of slightly less intense sensations.

"If you scramble my mind too much," you muse, moaning lightly at the continued gentle kisses, "I won't be able to scream your name later. Doflamingo is a little complicated when I'm not sure I could have said my own name right now."

That deep velvet laugh rumbles against your chest as he leans into your shoulder for a moment. You had to bite into your knuckle again, to avoid moaning at the sound. Of all kinks to stumble across, auralism wasn't on your list.

He shifts his head against your shoulder, tilting his mouth upward and nipping briefly at your earlobe. "My dear, I have no intention of allowing you the sense to say anything later." He purrs.

"Hnnngh, fuck." You hiss softly, unable to keep quiet after that. You lean back into his hands, but you weren't trying to get away. "While I knew you were trouble, I have to say I wasn't expecting it to be this fitting."

You could feel his eyes on you. "You have time to decide I'm too much trouble," He speaks in a low almost desperate way, and you look at him to see the barest hint of concern on his face, "Lao can take you home, instead, if you so wish."

"If I truly tell you to stop, no matter when, could you?" You ask quietly, your eyes slipping from his gaze and down to his lips as you lean toward him. "Can you mitigate risks that delicately, Trouble?"

"Despite my desires, I'm not a mindless beast," His words come out in a husky growl, but there's no anger in them, just need.

Leaning a little closer, you hold his face in your hands, keeping that terrible slim distance between you a moment longer. "Promise me," you demand, and you are surprised by the force behind your words.

He looks up into your eyes and holds your gaze before replying. "I promise, (Y/N)."

The space between you disappears and your world blurs. You recognize the sensation of leaving the limo, but you don't think there was a missed beat of kissing – you didn't even consciously clock Lao opening the door. Your feet don't touch the ground, as Doflamingo holds you in his arms, and you're vaguely aware that you've come in from the backside of the estate.

He shifts you, a firm hand on your ass and you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle the squeaky moan as he moves you over his shoulder. He steps us into an elevator and as the doors close, you feel his other hand slip under the gown and travel up the back of your leg. The ticklish sensation is erotic at the same time and your gasping moans bounce around inside the elevator and you fight to keep from squirming too much.

"Haa, haa-nngh, Not fair – not fair!" His hand squeezes your ass in response and fingernails drag down the back of your leg and the cry you let out is nearly orgasmic, surprising both of you.

"My dear," he begins, a questioning tone in his voice.

"I-I did not!" You protest, cutting him off before he can ask. "A-almost, but I didn't." You assert, beet red and trembling.

The elevator doors open and you're on a floor you hadn't seen earlier. His hands continue to wander over you while holding you in place.

"Ah, n-no-not here!" You gasp, "I don't want to dis-s-s-sturb anyone." It's difficult to talk when he won't stop teasing you.

"There's no one else on this floor tonight." He assures you, and the tone of his voice sends shivers through your whole body. "You can be as loud as I make you."

Oh shit.

"I don't think I'm tall enough for this ride," you laugh nervously as he steps into his bedroom. It's a room, it has a bed, your brain can't comprehend any details that aren't directly related to his body right now.

"I can promise that you are." He replies, a predatory grin on his face as he sets you on the bed gently.

You're held in place by the sound of his voice and you feel your body tense as one large hand lifts your leg by the calf and his other hand slips off one of your heels. The heat rises in your body, and you feel a knot pool in your stomach as he leans down and kisses your leg through the stockings. His movements are a mix of teasing touches and strong pushes, massaging some of the tension out of your feet and legs.

As good as it feels, the flight response in your body kicks in and you start squirming deeper onto the bed in an effort to wriggle from him. Getting tangled in the gown you don't get far, but instead of pulling you back to him, he stands up. His tongue slips across his lips as he loosens his tie and pulls it free dropping it onto the bed and leaving his jacket on the floor as he begins to unbutton the shirt underneath. His motions are smooth and almost hypnotizing, and you turn over onto your stomach to break the gaze.

His knee presses into the bed and you realize that the skirt of your gown is caught under it, one of his hands engulfs your wrist, and his other grabs the back of your thigh, roughly pushing up to your ass to squeeze it and eliciting a guttural moan from you. You suck in air as he leans down and claims the back of your neck with toothy kiss, nipping at your skin as you feel his hand free the clasp of the gown and begin to unzip it.

He doesn't kiss you as he slowly pulls the delicate zipper down, but you're still panting and squirming under him. The sensation of the gown loosening, and the soft sound of the zipper moving are enough to fill you up with desire for what's to come. You can feel everything against your skin, you've never been so on edge before.

"Gods," you breathe into the bedding. "It's... too much." You manage to wriggle enough to look at him from over your shoulder. "Please."

There's a ripping sound followed by a rush of cool air against your skin, the soft click of scattered accents rains down on the floor as the tattered gown disappears off the bed. Tattoos and scars make their own sort of lace underneath the delicate lingerie you had on under the gown, and you're shifted onto your back.

You hardly catch your breath as he leans toward you, one arm above your head bracing himself over you, his other hand is sliding down your stomach. You keep your eyes on his, desire etched into your features. You can't find any words, but your breathy gasps become more like moans as his hand travels further down. When his finger slips under band of the lacy panties, you tear your gaze away and hide your face as much as you can in your position.

His hand stops, and after a second you hear his voice far huskier and breathless than you expected.

"Look at me, (Y/N). I want to see your face when you come." The shiver his words evoke through your body almost causes you to do so right then and there. You manage to turn toward him,  so hot and needy, your eyes are almost too wet to see him clearly, but you make sure you keep facing him.

His hand continues, and his middle finger slips into your soaking wet folds, finding your clit like he knew where it was better than you did. Sucking in air at the powerful sensation, your hips buck up into the air, pushing into his hand. He hooks a leg over yours, holding you in place better, and leaning his face closer to yours as his finger begins making slow circles against the bundle of nerves. His hot breath washes over you, and he licks along your lips as your breath starts coming in shorter, heavier bursts.

"D-dofla-a-amingo, I'm... gonna..."

"Scream for me, kitten." You grab his wrist as though you have the strength to wrest his hand away and you cry out as the cascade of spasming muscles and delicious pleasures tear through your body.

But he's not a vibrator, and you're not in control, and what you thought was the peak of pleasure continues to build and his finger doesn't stop. Your cries of pleasure turn deeper, almost like a primal growl more than the airy sounds before, and you feel like you're losing control of your body. Without warning you're moaning into his mouth as his lips devour the sounds coming from you.

Dizzy and out of breath when he breaks off the kiss, your mind is a hazy mess of barely organized thoughts. You can sense his enjoyment of your situation more than you can comprehend it, and then his hand slips even lower into the soaking wet mess that you've become.

You don't make a sound as your breath catches, that same skilled finger pushing inside of you slowly. There's no pain, just a sensation of being filled. As the finger slips out, two push into you the next time. Your caught breath releases and you gasp as two thick fingers pass the boundary of merely being filled, and you can feel the pressure of your body stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me if it hurts, (Y/N)." He says gently, moving his fingers around in the soaking mess before sliding them back out.

Scrambling to brace against him, your legs opening on their own you shake your head. "- It. Doesn't, it doesn't!"

You feel more fingers enter, a little more slowly this time, and the stretching feeling goes deeper. There's no pain, but you feel impossibly full. There's a nip at your ear. "Keep talking to me, kitten."

"No, no pain," you gasp, realizing as you spoke that you'd been holding your breath again. "It's just... weird!"

Doflamingo shifts, and the hand that isn't between your thighs slips under your back. Your bra is loose before you've even registered what he was doing, and he pulls it away with ease. Kisses rain down on your neck, down to your collarbone, and along the rise of your breast as a fourth finger is slowly added. The sensation of the slow stretch with the lightning pleasure of his lips and teeth playing at your nipple cause you to buck again, but you have nowhere to go, and he holds you in place before you can squirm too much.

"Hnngh, I can feel it... b-building again." You gasp, and as he shifts again, his hand pulls out of you and drags the last of your lingerie with it. Thigh-high stockings are all you have left, and he seems content to leave them and the garter belt holding them, in place as he stands beside the bed.

That devilish lick of his lips is all you can focus on until his pants fall away. You can't help the gulp that overtakes you at the size of his cock. You feel a little accomplished that its current state is entirely your fault, but you're not sure it's meant to fit anywhere decent.

He rolls a condom on as he comes back onto the bed, his knees between your legs, pushing them open as he readjusts you easily. With your hips lifted up, your shoulders are pushed into the bed, but you can't take your eyes off the fucking spear twitching against your thigh. You can't say what you feel is anything akin to fear, but your mind is desperately trying to sort out the logistics as to how this is going to work.

His hips shift, rubbing his cock against the soaked lips of your dripping pussy, and rubbing against your clit from time to time. His eyes are on you, and you can only glance at him for a moment, before looking back down. His steady motion is building the heat back up inside you, not that it had died down much in the short time it took him to put on the condom.

"Now's the last easy chance to stop," He admits, in a voice that decidedly does not want to stop. "After this it will be far more difficult."

Your hips shift, moving against him. "Just... slowly." You manage, "Slowly please."

"As you wish, my dear." He purrs, and shifts the angle enough to start pushing inside you.

You were soaking wet, and he's been thorough in preparing everything, so you weren't surprised at the lack of sharp pain, but there was a dull feeling from being stretched so completely. After he pushes in a little, he pulls back out slowly, and then pushes in a little deeper. It was a tortuously slow pace, but halfway in he moves his thumb and starts rolling it over your clit.

You suck in a breath at this new pleasure and hear him grunt as your entire body tenses. He continues to ease himself in deeper, teasing you as the pleasure builds up inside you again.

"Sensitive little kitten." He purrs, filling you to the last. You hadn't the air to respond to him, cheekily or otherwise, and your toes curled as he pulls back and begins to move inside you.

Toys were a great way to pass an afternoon on your own, but nothing you had could compare to the sensations in your body right now. You vaguely wondered what kind of devil he would be if he utilized toys and thought you might not be able to survive such a combination.

The slow rhythm was delicious, but after a moment you wanted something more. The pleasure was building, internally and externally, and your legs were beginning to tremble.

"M-More, please," you beg. "Faster."

He slows down more and grins at you, making sure he has your attention, foggy as your brain was.

"Doffy," He says in that velvet rich voice, an edge of command in it that wasn't there before now. "Call me Doffy, and beg, kitten."

"Haa, ha – not a beast my ass," you smirk before biting your lip, feeling your face somehow becoming even hotter. "Please, give me more." It was hard to form words with how much you were panting, but you continued. "M-move, faster. L-let me cum against your cock," gods you had a dirtier mouth than you thought you did, "– Doffy, please!"

You could almost see something snap, and you heard a noise come from him that was somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. He shifts, hooking your legs over his arms and grabbing your forearms with his hands, before leaning close and whispering into your ear.

"I said I wasn't a mindless beast, (Y/N)." His pace quickens before you can fully process what he'd whispered into your ear. Long strokes push into you, each one feeling like it filled you up more than the last. The long steady rhythm moves faster, and skin smacks against skin as his thrusts pushed the air from you and fill your body with pleasure.

You couldn't squirm away; you couldn't wriggle out of from under him. You were held in place as the pleasure rolls up inside you and starts to overtake all your senses. Your toes curl and you make formless noises, trying to tell him you were close but unable to remember the shape of words.

Screaming something into the cool air of the bedroom, your body clenches and tightens around him. You don't know if it was his name or his nickname or just some primal curse. Whatever it was seemed to work just fine, as a few erratic and growled thrusts from Doflamingo and you could feel him twitching inside you against the tight, sensitive parts of your body.

He gives you a second to catch your breath, before releasing his grip on your forearms and leaning down to kiss you while he pulls himself out of you. Moaning into the kiss, the strange sensation of being left empty, elicits a sad whimpering sound from you.

Breaking off the kiss, he steps back from the bed, discarding the used condom and then laying down beside you. You were still breathing hard, your whole body on edge, but at the same time you were relaxed. Exhaustion tugs at your muscles, but your senses are still sharp. He pulls you against him, kissing your forehead as he runs his fingers through your hair.

He puts his chin against the top of your head and continues to pet your hair and lightly stroke your body. It was comforting after the almost overwhelming feeling of emptiness when he had pulled out moments before. A lazy smile spread across your face, and you press a hand against his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"I doubt I need to say so," your voice was barely above a whisper. "But holy shit, Trouble, that was amazing."

He chuckles and kisses your forehead again, leaning over you enough to be able to look in your eyes. "You didn't need to say so, but it's still nice to hear."

"Do you hurt anywhere?" He inquires after a moment.

"Mmm, I don't feel any sharp pains right now," you assure him, "but I'm certain I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

You notice a clock and your eyes go wide. "Is it seriously only 9 'o clock?"

Doflamingo hums. "We had an early dinner, my dear, and an equally early dessert."

You twist around a little, pushing him onto his back and putting your chest against his. "I would love to say something powerful like 'Let's go for round 2!'," You grin, putting one arm up in a dramatic flourish before putting it back down against his chest, "But I have work tomorrow. I, also, don't want to go home just yet, soooo I was thinking, we could get cleaned up, and head over to Q's for a late second dinner."

Doflamingo smiles and seems to be considering your proposition.

"Or, if you've had your fun, Mr. sex machine, you can always just kick me out." You had a wide smile on your face because you were teasing him, but there was a pang in your heart at the thought of this being a one-time thing.

After another moment's pause, he chuckles. "It appears, my dear, you aren't the only one who doesn't want this evening to end, either."

You gave a mischievous hum and grin your Cheshire grin, before pushing yourself upright and turning away. "Careful you don't fall for me Mr. Donquixote, I've been told I'm quite impossible to pin down."

You weren't looking at him as you picked a random piece of clothing to cover yourself with, but you could envision his expression based on the sound of his tone. "I believe I pinned you down rather effectively just now, Miss (Y/N)."

Ah ha, oh no.

[mingos]

in canon, what was the private aftermath of killing roci ? was doflamingo having any regrets… 🤔

　　　furious sulking, in my opinion.

the crew most likely peeled out of there, got tsuru sufficiently off their trail, and doflamingo holed himself up in his captain's quarters with five bottles of wine & direct orders not to speak to him unless it's an emergency because he was going to lose his shit otherwise.

mostly basing that on his reaction in ep. 721; how he loses it on law, starts screaming about 'how dare you mock me', shooting him eight times and, when the gun ran out, trying to shoot him nineteen more times. it's because law humiliated him by placing such high value on corazon and low value on him.

honestly, i think that's doflamingo's kryptonite: humiliation (which makes sense; he's a prideful person, and the enemy of pride is humility). pretty much everything & everyone he's bitter about seems to tie back to the fact that he felt humiliated by them:

betraying him (thinking you're smarter than him); rosinante, violet

challenging him (thinking you're stronger than him); law, luffy

denying him (thinking you're "too good" for him); crocodile, mary geoise

that's why betrayal is such a big deal to him: the idea of putting your trust in someone & them stabbing you in the back is kind of humiliating, isn't it? it implies you weren't intelligent enough to "see it coming", were taken advantage of, or that someone thinks they're "better" than you by doing itーwhich wouldn't ever sit well with someone as arrogant as doffy. people who humiliate him have to pay the price.

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　so, i don't think he regretted it, necessarily, (rosinante was ultimately standing in the way of his survival, which is all that mattered to doflamingo at the end of the day) but that doesn't mean he was happy about it either.

not only because he already had a specific purpose in mind for rosinante & now that wasn't going to happen (side note: ....does doffy not know you need medical knowledge for the fruit to work? was he planning on just forcing him to learn medicine after he ate it? man didn't even know how to break law's fever), but because he's a possessive person & possessive people don't like having to give up their things. especially not on his own terms.

we see it when monet & vergo die; he's sullen & annoyed, and a lot of people have construed that for genuine love for them but i really don't see that as the case.

i believe he can experience "love" and "fondness" for people & things, but 95% of the time, i see it as being "love" in the same way that you "love" your favorite collectibles, or your favorite nice [x] that you own. you like to stare at it, admire it, put it in a protective casing, clean it if it gets dirtied/scuffed, brag about it, learn basic knowledge about it, take pride in owning it, are selective with who you lend it out to, tie specific memories or feelings to it... but, at the end of the day, it's still an object.

　if you lost it tomorrow, you might be upset for a few days or weeks (depending on its value and/or the memories attached), but.... eh, it's no big deal. not the end of the world. just buy another one. it's only a [x].

so, while he'd eventually "get over it" (until law threw it back in his face again years later), i can definitely see him being more effected by it in the moment than with other deaths. there's probably something somber, too, about the "finality" of killing your last living relative.

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Doffy x Violet / @ikkaku-of-heart​​

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who wakes up first in the morning: Viola. Doflamingo generally has trouble sleeping, but with her in bed, with her head resting against his chest, he can fall asleep soundlessly. Regardless if they’ve had fun during the night or not, her warmth and presence is all he needs to relax. When Doflamingo wants to get up first and surprise her, he does so. But more often than not, he will enjoy that restful godly sleep.

who’s the first to fall asleep at night Viola. Doflamingo enjoys watching her body slowly relax as she listens to his heartbeat and falls asleep, so he will always go to sleep last. He enjoys his private moments when he’s able to admire her.

what they playfully tease each other over Anything and everything. They both appreciate each other’s quick-wit and ability to take things in stride, as much as they appreciate new ways of trying to one up the other. No topic is off-limits, be it romantic or political. Their teasing is just a chance to show off for them and show how much they appreciate the other, and they feed off the exchange. Doflamingo specifically, if often called a cheese and a horndog, and sometimes he takes it in stride and plays off of it, and sometimes he hates it.

what they do when the other’s having a bad day They give each other space. By now, they both know they have different ways of approaching the subject, with Viola’s being meditation or focusing on needs of others, while Doflamingo needs to fly away or drink wine. Once they’re in proper headspace, they will seek out each other. They will talk, they will listen to each other, they will offer solutions if they are needed (they’re both problem solvers), or they will just offer physical comfort. It will depend on the situation, the severity of the bad day, and what the other needs in that moment. They’re able to read each other well so they know how to approach these situations.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments They come and say it. It isn’t a mere “I’m sorry, let’s move on”, they spend time thinking about the argument, analyse their own reasoning and the other’s, and come to discuss it. Doflamingo and Viola talk to each other a lot, they’re able to understand what upset the other so much, they’re able to discuss it and openly talk about their feelings, and if during the discussion they need a moment to sort their thoughts out – they communicate it to the other. They trust each other, and ultimately know that every disagreement or argument (and the way they overcome it) only strengthens their relationship.

which one’s more ticklish Viola.

their favourite rainy day activities Reading, writing, debating, having sex. They’re both book lovers, so they’ll either read on their own in the silence of each other’s company or they’ll read to each other. Sometimes they’ll recite poetry, sometimes Viola will write her own book. If they’re feeling talkative (aka Doffy is), they’ll discuss whatever topic comes to mind. Doflamingo also loves to sometimes lounge on the sofa and have his hair caressed by Viola. It’s a heavenly feeling. He also loves to play with her hair, but she doesn’t like when someone touches it, so if he’s lucky, he’ll get her permission. Sex is just something they both enjoy and with Doflamingo’s libido, whatever they’re doing always leads to it.

how they surprise each other With signs of trust or with gestures that hold meaning and aren’t expecting anything in return.

their most sickening shows of public affection They both tend to keep their affection for behind four walls most of the time. Those moments are intimate and sacred, and they both stay professional around others. Doflamingo’s love language is physical touch, so his public shows of affection are often physical. However, whenever he wants to spice things up (which is OFTEN), public sex happens. Sometimes, Viola will be the one to bring it up too. Thanks to her, the balcony has a whole new meaning for them.

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Million Dollar Baby (completed), A One Piece fanfiction

Sir Crocodile x OC (male) Words: 40.8k Genre: Comedy, drama, smut, fluff

Summary: Doflamingo makes his play.

Rated Explicit for violence, mild blood and strong language, threats of human trafficking and death. The Doflamingo warning is for this one right here. Rating changes published per chapter.

Chapter 14

He must be at the office by now.

At first, River contemplated leaving with just the clothes on his back, the pettiest show of a tantrum he could think of. But as he piled the bags in the foyer in inconvenient stacks, a velvet box rolled out of his luggage to clatter at the ground beside his feet. Crocodile had said he should keep the cuff-links if he liked them, after all. What kind of greedy businessman likes Das Rheingold?

A warm blush rose to his cheeks, compared to the cool red-violet rubies beneath his thumb.

“What kind of man turns down a job offer like that?” He sighed to the empty suite, and slipped the box inside the suit jacket he intended to wear for the day.

Rather than spend the morning crying, or worse—disappear while Crocodile was at the office and cry all day in his tiny, water-damaged apartment—he settled on a nap. Haphazardly stripped down and bundled in the duvet, he didn’t know how long it took him to fall asleep, long enough he exhausted himself counting sheep in all the ways he could say goodbye without “I love you” or ��Make me believe you love me too”.

The fact that we met now is proof it won’t work. I’m sorry.

Morning turned to afternoon in sunbeams moving across the bedroom floor. Among soft, golden light and sleep-warm covers, the door swinging open broke the silence of the suite. Believing he had overslept, River shot up to greet him with apologies, pleas, confessions of his foolishness and love already on his lips when—

“Who are you?”

Rather than Crocodile, a hulking blonde man—taller than his lover by an impressive margin—in a white suit and cashmere-pink overcoat stood hunched over the table in the foyer. His gloved finger, black leather like Crocodile’s, creaked as it flicked through the packages piled there with seeking intent.

“I asked you a question,” he tried again, louder.

When the strange man finally turned to acknowledge him, the roving of invisible eyes behind pink sunglasses reminded River that only his large, commandeered shirt retained his modesty. His cheeks burned as he stood his ground, but humiliation under the ogling of a stranger was less dangerous than turning his back to get dressed, or worse—rescinding his question.

“You know, we actually almost met at the picnic earlier this week. Call me Doffy… Has he returned yet, my old friend?”

“I think you know he’s not here,” River said, his stare hard and level. Having not been blatantly told to get out, Doflamingo wandered further into the suite, unable to stop himself from smirking when his sharp eyes spied River maintaining the distance between them.

“You’re so suspicious.” He chuckled, and set himself down on the couch. “I’m not surprised Crocodile never mentioned me. For all the decades I’ve known him, he is so… removed from the man he once was. Why, we’ve been in business together as long as there has been money to be made.”

His long body stretched across the couch, legs spread wide as he patted the cushion. “Come. Sit, so we can talk properly.”

“I’ll stand, thanks. Why are you here?”

“Your predicament doesn’t bother me; I understand I interrupted your afternoon and barged in here before you had time to put on panties.” The malign rumble of his laugh burned on the back of River’s neck.

“It’s also probably not the first time you’ve had your bare ass on this couch anyway so, I’ll ask one more time: sit down.”

Even pretending to be harmless, his presence rose the hairs on River’s arms, exciting prickles of static shock in his legs, warnings sent from his instincts, urging him to flee—while he still could. Bolting from the suite did cross his mind, but just a fraction of a second spent waiting for the elevator would mean defeat.

So, he sat.

“Is this the first time Crocodile has purchased your services?”

“Why would you ask—” His mouth clamped shut. Where he wanted to protest, demand respect and be heard, hopefully by someone who could help, the predatory eyes—eye—he found behind those sunglasses promised to offer leniency only once. And then the pain would come. He would not ask again.

“… Yes.”

“Since when?”

“Sunday.”

Doflamingo briefly pinched the wrinkle between his eyes. “This fucking guy.”

“What… what does that m—”

“Hush,” he snapped. “This was an entire year’s worth of work. More than a year.”

“I still don’t understand—”

“Whores like you wouldn’t. It’s not your fault.”

Wiping his palms dry on the throw pillow, River jumped to his feet, pillow in hand as if it might protect him from the raptor bird perched on his couch, dancing around the point. Or playing with his food.

“Well, I’m not sure when Crocodile’s going to get back, so you’ll have to leave. Maybe you can return after he’s arrived.”

“How old were you when you came to this country?”

River’s hand fell where it had been outstretched to gesture to the door. Too irritated to be harmless anymore, the cold, biding intent rolling off this stranger, “Doffy”, loosed a shiver up his spine. River refrained from averting his eyes, not so unlike that night. Smoker had appeared back then, though after the violence was over, but now…

No one was coming.

“I’m not answering that,” said River, taking a step back when Doflamingo rose from the couch.

“You were just beginning to bloom, surely too young to sign for yourself?” One step forward, two steps back.

“I was—!” His teeth clicked on his almost-blunder. “At least 20, that’s not true.” It wasn’t.

“Oh, but the photo of you from the immigration office is just precious.” Two steps forward, and River’s back hit the wall. Quick as a snake’s strike, he grasped him by the chin, long, steeled fingers holding him still.

“That’s it. Pretty eyes, beautiful face. Barely a wrinkle to be found, who wouldn’t believe that you crawled off the boat when you weren’t even old enough to drive? Or with a handful of cash, how easy is it for those documents to be lost? Carried out with the trash?”

“You fucking prick, what do you want?” River gritted out, short nails rucking the fibers of the fine coat as his squirming feet bumped black and white shoes.

“Your greedy, selfish pussy has cost me a lot of money. You’ve fucked too close to the sun, little one, you’ve gone and stuck—”

The bruising grip jerked him to thump his head against the wall, causing River to yelp then flick his gaze back to Doflamingo’s oppressive lenses.

“Stuck your nose in business that wasn’t yours to meddle. Millions of dollars, do you understand that? And I’m so… angry that I just want to tear you into smaller, pathetic pieces.”

Labored puffs from River’s nose, frightened and pained, filled the quiet as Doflamingo’s other hand ghosted his fingertip across his scrunched brow, around his temple to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

“But I have to calm down, if I’m going to see any of that money back. Damaged goods only go for half price.”

His eyes widened, but his screech for help went smothered behind the crush of Doflamingo’s glove, a scarce second before he slapped him hard enough his brain rattled and body thudded to the floor. River’s vision hadn’t cleared before the glove snatched him again, one thumb crammed into the joint of his jaw while the other fisted into his shirt to haul him up.

“If I have to crush you into a suitcase to get you out of here quietly, I’ll do it. You’re going to make me every cent you’ve cost me, with whatever interest I decide—”

Doflamingo’s large hand brought their faces so close the scent of pink pepper cologne and tomatoes filled his nose. The wetness on his upper lip spoke of bleeding. “And when your debt is clear finally, you won’t even feel it when I throw you back onto the boat myself.”

“What money? I haven’t stolen anything, I don’t know anything about—”

Another slap, more growled threats he couldn’t hear beyond the blood rushing in his ears. The suite fell silent, any ruckus swallowed by the thumping in his head as he wrenched away—sprinting for the door just to be snatched again. He shouted for someone, anyone, until he twisted in his arms enough to rear his leg back and cram it into his groin as hard as he could.

They crumpled into a heap, grappling, River kicking, winding his fist back to hit him in those awful glasses—

Pink shards popped in his face. But his fist didn’t hurt. Doflamingo flew off him, thrown by a fist to his cheek yet all he felt—

He just tried to breathe.

“Are you all right?” Crocodile’s face filled his vision, gently pressing his hankerchief beneath his nose as River felt himself nod.

Ah, so it had been blood.

“How many years, Crocodile?” Doflamingo cradled his jaw, assessing the bone-bruised ache in his stricken face. “You want to throw all of it away? For what—HE wasn’t there for you when our backs were against the wall, when you were bleeding out on a moldy basement floor. Or does none of that matter anymore? You’ve got your toy and your money, is that all you want? I’ve killed weaker men for stupider shit.”

“Get out. And make no mistake, the fact that we have such a history is not the reason I’m letting you leave this room alive.”

“Really?” He scoffed, taking two tries to get to his feet.

“Don’t be pathetic. I enjoy life outside far too much to go back to prison for a parasite like you.”

The quiet scrape of stone on glass caught his attention, and Crocodile glanced back a double-take to see River standing with a granite paperweight in his hand and the handkerchief still pressed to his nose.

“My record’s clean. Call it self defense.”

“No,” Crocodile sighed, like they were debating on where to go for lunch. “It will jeopardize your immigration status. Let him slink away to some hole where we will never. See him. Again.”

Despite the bruise swelling on his chin and his glasses destroyed, his eye glittered with mischief and a black, sadistic chuckle that matched the angry, bisecting scar across the other.

“You two stay safe out there, yeah?”

Neither of them moved, dared to breathe until the door clicked closed. Finally alone, River’s legs quivered on their amble to the couch, and he fell into the cushions with a rush of the air from his sore lungs.

“Ow.” He flinched when a few ice chips in another handkerchief pressed to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“I’m truly sorry about all this,” Crocodile said, nearly a whisper. “I left the office early to come see you. It was only when I realized my key card was missing that I knew it might have been stolen.”

“It’s not your fault.” River’s palm pressed to the back of Crocodile’s hand, chilled by the ice.

“It feels like it.”

“What was he talking about, a lot of money I cost him? What happened at the meeting?”

The crumple of Crocodile’s brow smoothed into fondness, and he gave him a slow smile so affectionate it turned them both pink. “It was decided that more profit could be gleamed from allowing Nefertari to maintain control, now that they have support.”

He grinned too fast, taken by relief until his cheek twinged. “Ow—that’s wonderful.”

Crocodile smothered his fondness beneath a smirk. No, he wouldn’t tell him he had almost pulled the plug himself, that River was responsible for that too. “You won. How does it feel?”

“A little sore. Fantastic.”

Leaning down, slowly to test the suddenly fragile boundary, Crocodile placed a gentle kiss on his uninjured, smiling cheek. He also wouldn’t tell him what Vivi and Koza had asked of him at the end of the meeting. He couldn’t. Instead, they breathed each other’s air for a long moment, and River’s leaning in for a proper kiss went interrupted by his final, hushed request:

“Stay with me. One more night.”

Yearning flickered between the plea and his lips, then a smile that didn’t couldn’t quite reach River’s eyes. “I can’t.”

And Crocodile would not argue. No, he just helped to him to his feet, wiping his face before he helped him into his suit one leg at a time, one button after the next. He smoothed the lapels of his jacket, ensuring not a single hair was out of place before he double and triple-checked the bellhop had all of his bags.

Looking back, he couldn’t actually remember what River said to him. His attention had been taken by the aching sheen in his eyes, how he licked his reddening lips, suddenly off and out the door before Crocodile could question the way he scrubbed at his lashes.

And he did not follow.

Chapter 15

[emptystove]

The Long Con - Ch 12

One Piece Fanfic (Romance/Drama/Suspense)

Pairing: Nami x Law

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

CW: Mentions of violence/torture

Chapter Summary: Nami meets someone unexpected.

Posted to AO3, FanFiction, and Wattpad under HortyCord.

Chapter 12 - Cat and Mouse

Nami sat quietly in the push armchair. She idly checked her nails, putting on a face of casual disinterest, determined not to be the first one to speak.

"I'm so pleased you decided to drop by, Kitten."

"You asked me to come here," she corrected shortly.

Doflamingo peered at her from behind the large desk in his private office. His large smile only grew with the small hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Violet tells me you're settling in well. How do you like your new quarters?"

Nami was not expecting to be called to report to the king so soon after their last meeting. She hoped this would be about a new mission or assignment and not about him wanting her to join the family again. Either way, she was never one for small talk, especially when she was eager to know what business he actually had with her.

"Listen, if you want an answer about whether or not I'll join your family-"

"Of course not." He waved his hand to dismiss her before she could finish. "You'll come to me when you're ready to accept my offer. No, today..." He let out a sigh. "Today, I was simply hoping we could have another chat."

She eyed him suspiciously, still not entirely sure what his motives were behind their last chat. Unable to find Law at a time that he wasn't annoyingly close to Monet, Nami still had not gotten a chance to speak with him about Doflamingo's offer. That and all the other burning questions about him that she couldn't seem to get out of her head.

"Can I be honest with you?" He slightly raised a brow with the question.

Ok, now she was really suspicious.

"Don't be so skittish, Kitten." He rolled his eyes at her clear distrust of his suggestion. "I'm simply... curious. I find you interesting."

She remained guarded, but she made no attempt to stop him or leave, hoping he would get to the point sooner if she was willing to listen.

He rounded the large desk and leaned against it, slipping his hands in his pockets casually and crossing his legs at his ankles.

"I have a problem, and I want your opinion on it."

"What kind of problem?" she asked cautiously. There were so many thoughts running through her head. She struggled to tamp down her anxiety at all of the possible ways she could be the cause of his problem, realizing just how many secrets from this man she had - from her relationship with Law to her secret with Viola and even to her task to gather information on him for Arlong.

"The night you returned from your mission in Germa, Diamante and Violet returned from a mission of their own. They brought me exactly what I asked for, but I still can't seem to get what I want - what I need from him." Doflamingo was looking out into the empty parts of the room, one fist clenched tightly in the air, seeming talking to himself as he spoke aloud.

"Him?" she questioned softly.

He looked down at Nami before replying, a slight frown tugged at his lips. "What do you do when you can't get information out of someone?"

Nami returned his frown. This was all news to her. She remembered Vergo mentioning another successful mission, but she had honestly forgotten about it with everything else that was going on. And she certainly wasn't aware that they brought someone back with them.

Her frown turned thoughtful as she sought to honestly answer the question. Now that she knew the subject of his agitation was not her own deception, she could relax enough to be intrigued by the situation.

"First of all, I never can't get information out of someone." He snorted at her response. "But if you're hitting a wall, just change your approach."

"You think we haven't tried that already?"

"If you haven't gotten him to talk, then you haven't tried enough. What all have you done so far?"

"Threats, pain, various methods of torture. We've done everything that has always seemed to work in the past, but he hasn't said a word. He won't so much as speak his own name."

"Interrogation tactics aren't exactly my specialty," she conceded.

"That's why I'm asking you, pet," he stated lowly. "Vergo thinks it's a lost cause, that I'm wasting my time at this point."

"I'm not surprised," she scoffed.

"So tell me, if you were in my position, how would you get what you wanted?"

She paused in thought. The conversation wasn't what she expected, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the strategy involved in his request and the excitement from devising a way to steal something others thought of as unobtainable. This was, in fact, her specialty.

"Well, hypothetically speaking," she began. "I wouldn't have started with torture. I mean, if you had thrown in a little good cop with your bad cop from the beginning, it may have worked, but it sounds like you've gone from zero to sixty in terms of punishment without reprieve since you brought him here. If that's the case and he hasn't cracked already, there's little to no chance he'll give in to anyone of your people, let alone trust them."

He nodded slightly, agreeing that her assumption of their prisoner's treatment had been correct.

"Ok then, again, hypothetically, I would dig up as much as I could about this person. Does he have weaknesses to exploit? Any treasured or strained relationships? What does he like or dislike? Anything I can use to make myself seem more sympathetic or relatable in his eyes."

"I thought you said no one else approaching him would be able to win his trust?"

"No one associated with his captors." She shrugged. "In this scenario, I'm not torturing him first off anyway. But let's say that I did. At the end of the day, he's still only human, and a part of him is probably desperate to believe he isn't alone. So, I'd give him that. For starters anyway. The torture is really an annoying setback, if I'm being honest." She muttered the last sentence just under her breath, somewhat surprised that the king she assumed to be exceedingly cunning would have taken a solely violent approach to begin with.

Doflamingo's lips curled up at the edges, amused at both her candor and reasoning. "So, you'd have me give him a little friend?"

She tilted her head slightly as she nodded toward him, signaling a silent yes to his question. "The only type of person I can see him opening up to now is another prisoner. Of course, his friend would actually be your friend. Oh, and I'm assuming you know this already, but you wouldn't be able to completely stop torturing him while this is happening. Halting your obvious attempts at extracting information will make him more likely to question his new cellmate. I mean, you can change it up, even make it less violent. Don't escalate it though. We don't want him shutting down altogether if he's fully traumatized, or worse, dying before he talks."

His toothy grin was pulled wide across his face at this point, and he looked down at her with a mixture of amusement and what almost seemed like pride.

"Who knew you were so cold blooded?"

"I would say I'm practical. You are the one who introduced the torture, not me. I'm just offering a way to work with the situation you created."

Doflamingo threw his head back with a loud laugh. "I suppose you don't become an officer for fishmen without having a... practical side," he mused. "Well, this turned out to be more interesting than I imagined. A fantastic plan indeed, Kitten. Well done."

Nami did her best to remain unfazed, keeping on an air of professionalism. Detachment was a skill she learned a long time ago. She was hardly a killer, but she was far from innocent. The crimes she committed were the price she agreed to pay when she made a deal with the devil for her sister's freedom. Still, there was some sick part of her deep down that, only for the briefest of moments, warmed at his honest praise.

"How soon can you start?" he asked.

"I thought we were talking hypothetically."

"We were. Now, we are talking practically. What do you need to start tonight?"

She let out a short chuckle. She couldn't even pretend she wasn't interested. Besides the fact that this was obviously something she would excel at, it would give her access to a part of the castle she hadn't been to and a chance for more info gathering for Arlong.

She began counting off requirements on her fingers. "A change of clothes - or whatever you make your prisoners wear. Reassurance that I will be taken out of the cell after a certain period of time. This one could take a while, and if you want me at my best I'll at least need to be able to sleep in my own bed and get a decent meal every once in a while." And attempt to track down Law, she added only in her mind.

"Consider it done."

"Oh, and of course, I'll need a quick run down on the prisoner."

He raised a brow only at her final request.

"You know, who is he, where he's from? I mean, at the very least, what am I trying to get out of him?" she asked as if it was an obvious requirement.

Doflamingo studied her briefly before denying her. "No."

She scoffed in disbelief. "How am I supposed to know what I need to get out of him if you won't tell me what you want?"

"Quite frankly, I want everything." His tone was serious now. "He hasn't spoken a word to anyone yet, so whatever you can get from him will be an improvement. That's all you need to worry about for now. Just get him talking, and I'm sure he'll give you everything I require eventually." His lips curled slightly, his serious tone now sprinkled with a hint of mischief. "Don't worry, Kitten. I'm quite certain you'll be more prepared than you realize once you begin."

She hesitated. With the cryptic teasing of his last words, she was much less excited for this scenario. There was no way she was going to back out of this opportunity, but she had enough pause to ask for one final condition.

"I can accept that, but I need to be kept in a separate cell." She raised her hand to stop him before he could protest. "I don't care if he's chained to the wall and unconscious. I want iron bars separating us. If I'm going in blind, you can at least grant me some semblance of protection."

He was more than pleased. He was almost giddy as he agreed to her final demand before ushering her to the exit.

She glanced over her shoulder at him as she left, watching him retreat back behind his desk. The satisfied look on his face made her wonder if their conversation had been 'more interesting than he imagined,' or if it had actually gone exactly how he planned.

*****

"It's almost showtime. You ready?" Diamante's ever-present smile seemed even larger than Doflamingo's.

She was as ready as she could be with the little information she had. They had no prisoner's uniform, so she opted for a simple white t-shirt and worn jean shorts. She traded out her sandals for a pair of boots. They definitely weren't as cute as she preferred, but they allowed her to easily sneak in the few items she refused to be voluntarily locked up without: three lockpicks, a small knife, and a box of matches. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail where the fourth and final lockpick was secured. She completed the look by mussing up her hair and clothing a bit. She couldn't look like she was treated too well, even if this was the first time she was supposedly being locked up beneath the castle.

He led her across several winding corridors, managing to carry the conversation between them fully. She imagined he was the type of person who enjoyed hearing himself speak, but she was glad for it. They finally came to a stop in front of an elevator. He patted her gently on the head and chuckled softly.

"Hey, you're a pretty good listener. I can see why he likes you so much."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she realized she was only half listening to whatever he said before. "Who?"

He laughed at her again. "The young master, of course. Who did you think I was talking about?"

The elevator doors opened, and her voice caught in her throat as her eyes met with Law. He stood casually next to his mint-haired companion. His features were unreadable, but she knew him enough to notice that he stopped breathing for a moment the second he saw her. She shifted to the side to allow them room to exit the elevator. She couldn't help but look away uncomfortably, wondering what he was thinking of her disheveled appearance. This was not the way she intended on seeing him again.

She kept her eyes to the floor also they passed but couldn't help a small wince when she heard Monet mutter a suggestive comment about Nami getting comfortable with more of the family.

They entered the now empty elevator, and she watched him depart without turning back as the doors closed.

"Don't let them get under your skin, Red. They might be family, but they're both huge assholes."

She gave Diamante a small smile. He led her out of the elevator and down the hallway through the dungeons. After a short walk, they stopped in front of two adjacent doors.

He explained that he was going to be behind the door on the left the entire time should anything go wrong. He delicately placed her wrists in handcuffs as he assured her that he would be watching and listening the whole time through a hidden surveillance snail in one of the vents.

"Ready?" he asked one final time.

She nodded confidently. She definitely wouldn't call Diamante a friend, but she did appreciate certain things about him. He was clearly invested in the success of this plan. It was likely that he didn't want whatever he went through to track down and capture this person to be a waste. Despite his intimidating stature, he didn't give Nami any indication that he was a threat to her. His eyes and hands never wandered where they shouldn't, and although he had a flair for the dramatic, he kept himself professional and on task. Of everyone she had met in the family so far, she found herself slightly comforted by knowing this was the person who had her back in their current situation.

"Let's put on a good show." He whispered, shooting her a quick wink before grabbing her roughly by her restraints.

Her body tensed on instinct as he kicked open the door to the right and dragged her inside.

She kept her head down as she was tossed unceremoniously into one of the empty cells. The cell door slammed shut as she caught herself on the cold floor by her bound hands. She stayed knelt on the floor as she lifted her head and squinted, her eyes adjusting to the horribly bright lights just enough to see Diamante exit. The only sound was the locking of the door once he was gone. Part of her wished Diamante had at least given her an idea of what the room would be like, but she also knew that her disoriented reaction to the new space would only help sell her as a realistic prisoner.

The sudden shifting of chains caused her to whip her head to the cell next to her.

A quick glance to the other cells confirmed that he was the only other person there. Doflamingo's prisoner. He remained seated, leaning against the back wall of his cell while he shifted to get a better look at her.

She blinked a few more times, finally beginning to adjust to the brightness of the room. His wrists were bound in the same style chains as she was, although his ankles were also chained together. His pale skin contrasted harshly with the deep coloring of fresh bruises peeking out from his torn clothing. He let his matted blond locks fall across his face, and if the lights weren't quite so bright, she might have missed his telltale brow.

No.

Her heart suddenly felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, and her hands instinctively moved in front of her neck. She was utterly unable to hide the combination of recognition and fear on her face as she locked into his pale blue eyes.

"Vinsmoke," she whispered.

His eyes shut tightly at the sound of the name. His head hung low as a fierce grimace twisted his features, as if her fear of him and of that name was as painful as whatever physical torture he had received.

He swallowed hard in an effort to compose himself. His head lifted again slowly, eyes falling over her terrified form once more.

He moved toward the bars separating them, and she immediately scrabbled back, keeping the distance they had as she was forced against the opposite side of the cell.

He stilled himself, raising his hands in front of his chest in a sign of surrender. He opened his mouth but found himself struggling to form sounds. It took a few attempts at clearing his throat before he finally spoke.

"I'm not a Vinsmoke," he rasped.

She narrowed her eyes as her anger started to eclipse her fear. "Show me your arm," she demanded.

His eyes widened. "Listen, I don't know what they did to you, but I'm not-"

"Show. Me. Your. Arm."

He slouched back in defeat, letting his gaze fall to the floor. He knew what she was asking for. He raised a hand to his sleeve, hesitating briefly before brushing it aside to reveal a large number three inked into his skin. It wasn't adorned with the elaborate tribal borders that his brothers' tattoos had, but they both understood what it meant.

She sent a murderous glare toward the large air vent in the wall outside the cells. Doflamingo knew exactly who he had locked up in this cell when he sent her here. She needed to get her emotions under control. She could deal with the king later - and she definitely would. But for now, she needed to get it together before she blew her cover.

"My name is Sanji," he rasped softly. "I don't know what my family did to you, but I am truly sorry."

She took a deep breath, finally willing her body to relax from it's fight or flight state. Her hands fell to her lap, and she found herself slightly embarrassed that the incident in Germa was still affecting her as much as it was. She kept her place against the far side of the cell and let several moments pass before she decided to speak again.

"You're supposed to be dead."

He let out a joyless laugh. "Yeah, being alive is just one of the many ways I'm a disappointment to my father."

She looked away again, endlessly frustrated at how unprepared she had been for this situation. She willed herself to remember everything she could from what Law told her about this missing brother. He was presumed dead. He had been presumed dead from a young age. The enhancements didn't work on him. Was that really all she had to work with?

"Have they fed you?" His unsteady voice, still rough from lack of use, pulled her from her thoughts.

"Uh, no," she admitted, realizing she actually had missed dinner with her preparations for this task.

"I saved the bread from the last meal they gave me if you need it." He gestured to a metal tray near the cell door.

"I'm not hungry." She wasn't sure why she was being so obstinate in her attitude toward him, although her genuine reluctance seemed to make him even more eager to change her mind.

"I'll save it in case you get hungry later. They haven't been very consistent in how or when they offer food."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked without thinking.

"Doing what?"

"Being... I don't know, kind to me? You don't even know who I am."

"I told you." He let out a small sigh and rested his head against the bars of her cell. "I'm not a Vinsmoke."

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[weaverworks]

She’s so beautiful! 

Episode 740

[gendervapor14]

gen's ship one piece fanfiction masterlist!

um so my original masterlist became impossible to edit because it was too long so i decided to split it in half! so, now the old masterlist is purely my gen content (romance is not the main focus) and this masterlist will focus on romance and ships.

updated 08-12-23

doflamingo x viola/violet

i hate this ship as much as i love it. i suffer every time i write them. anyway. here are the fruits of my labor.

a gift and a curse

rating: T warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings status: complete! oneshot, 2,916 words genres/cw: soulmate AU, enemies to lovers, angst, attempted murder, sexual tension, power imbalance, suicidal thoughts, canon-compliant characters: doflamingo, viola summary: They were equals now. His wild, reckless motives threatened her vitality as much as her desire to restore her kingdom threatened his. He could have the build of a cockroach, but Viola was just a delicate little princess. A knife to the chest would easily kill her, if he didn't want to play by her rules. Judging by that expression when he looked her way, that disgusted scowl, he was dawning upon the same conclusion. additional notes: this was written for a rarepair event in feburary. a friend challenged me to write a soulmate AU (not a huge fan of them). it turned out pretty dark, so be mindful of that.

cut it (out)

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! two chapters, 1,755 words genres/cw: angst, canon compliant, power imbalance, blood and injury, implied alcoholism, insomnia, unhealthy relationships characters: doflamingo, viola, dellinger summary: gerascophobia ~ the fear of aging additional notes: two separate stories that focus on doflamingo's relationship with viola, and aging.

façade

rating: T warnings: no archive warnings (check tags) status: complete! oneshot, 1,897 words genres/cw: canon compliant, unhealthy relationships, identity issues, pre-dressrosa, manhandling, hurt no comfort, threats of violence, death threats characters: viola, doflamingo summary: “What happened to the princess I used to know…?” The bridge of her nose crinkled as she maintained her balance. “She stands before you.” “This,” Another harsh jostle. “Is a façade.” additional notes: written for the "manhandling" prompt i got for the bad things happen bingo. yeah. i hate it too.

corazón/rosinante x bell-mère

corabelle my beloved. these two are hysterical, a great fluffy/humorous escape from my angstier works. (except for when they BECOME the angstier works. then we have a problem. a good one. but a brain-eating one.

how to bed your captain

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 3,111 words genres/cw: humor, pining, sprinkle of angst, only one bed, canon-compliant characters: rosinante, bell-mère summary: Staring ahead blankly, Rosinante decided at some point between negotiating a room with the innkeeper, and getting into this bed, he’d died and gone to heaven. additional notes: probably my favorite corabelle story i've done so far. great pairing for this trope.

king of christmas

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 5,136 words genres/cw: modern AU, christmas fluff, humor, slice of life, domestic fluff, drunken shenanigans characters: rosinante, bell-mère, law, nami, nojiko summary: nojiko ruins santa for nami. bell-mère finds the perfect jolly, blond replacement. additional notes: wrote this one for christmas! thought about rosinante in a santa suit and this was born.

king of karaoke

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 1,778 words genres/cw: modern AU, humor, fluff, slice of life, dates characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law summary: bell-mère takes rosinante (and a begrudging law) to a karaoke bar. rosinante feels the need to prove a point. shenanigans ensue. additional notes: i wrote this in like an hour when i started depressing myself writing angst

happy belated

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! 3 chapters, 13,530 words genres/cw: modern AU, humor, fluff, awkward romance, rural setting, friends to lovers, domestic fluff, awkward date, suggestive themes, birthday party, dinner, snowed in, deep talks characters: rosinante, bell-mère, law, nami, nojiko summary: bell-mère helps rosinante catch a break. additional notes: SHE'S FINALLY FINISHED WOOOO

rise & shine

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 1,212 words genres/cw: modern AU, mother's day, fluff & humor, romance, suggestive themes, domestic bliss characters: rosinante, bell-mere, nojiko summary: bell-mère gets a few surprises on mother's day additional notes: i think this is the fluffiest thing i've written so far. it's very sappy and a bit suggestive, verging quite close to M territory.

from the heart, for the heart

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 2,340 words genres/cw: modern au, father's day, domestic fluff, slice of life, holiday blues, found family, hurt/comfort, law is a little shit characters: bell-mere, rosinante, law, nami, nojiko summary: rosinante gets a bit glum every father's day. bell-mère and law give him a reason to smile. additional notes: another piece of the corabelle family holidays series which was totally created intentionally

set in stone

rating: T warnings: major character death status: complete! oneshot, 2,836 words genres/cw: canon compliant, angst, financial struggles, slice of life, tragic romance, suicidal thoughts characters: bell-mere, genzo summary: “He, he was a nice guy. Terrible at charades, but I guess we were both pretty banged up.” “Did you become good friends?” “We held hands.” additional notes: a follow-up to Matching Set by @crowbarsolo because he thought he could just, write a story like that without breaking my heart and making me write a copium fic

high tide

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! 2 chapters, 9,643 words genres/cw: modern au, birthday fluff, beach vacation, light angst, drama & romance, domestic fluff, slice of life, suggestive themes, recreational drug use, referenced drug addiction characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko summary: rosinante uses his birthday as an excuse for a family vacation. things do not go as planned, but he sure does have a great time additional notes: yes the title is a pun. this fic is probably not great i don't even remember writing it

smoker x corazón/rosinante

i truly adore this pairing! not a whole lot out there for them to my knowledge. i'd like to write more, but for now, here's some tooth-rotting fluff.

from one home to the next

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 2,030 words genres/cw: modern au, college au, fluff/humor, established relationship, romance characters: rosinante, doflamingo, donquixote parents, smoker summary: maybe returning to campus this semester wouldn't be so bad. additional notes: a cute little corasmo gift for the lovely @gali-la based on the little universe they have for them! ♥

crocodile x corazón/rosinante

one of my favorite all-time pairings!! not nearly enough content about these two out there. (they are kind of random i guess) but hey i don't care i love them anyway. the two stories i have here so far are... extremely different, so be mindful of that 😅

all bark and no bite

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! four chapters, 14,207 words genres/cw: modern AU, fluff, humor, slice of life, fake dating, undercover missions, drunken shenanigans characters: rosinante, crocodile, bell-mère summary: rosinante gets an odd new client who is definitely a crime lord. bell-mere helps him get to the bottom of it. additional notes: somehow this story became one of my all-time favorites. rosi the boarding kennel owner and croc the... totally innocent client.

broken fingers hold tightest, broken hearts bleed brightest

rating: M warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings status: complete! oneshot, 3,588 words genres/cw: canon-compliant, angst, unhealthy relationships, brief smut, power imbalance, arguing, mildly dubious consent characters: rosinante, crocodile summary: “Grow up.” Crocodile’s tone was flat, hand furled casually in his pocket. “I’m not here to kiss your ego. This mission was your choice—” “And this relationship was your choice.” Rosinante pushed, “If we can even call it a relationship. Starting to feel like I’m just your…goddamn plaything.” A dry chuckle. “Perceptive, aren’t we?” additional notes: somehow i am capable of writing both of these crocorosi stories. i don't know either

corazón/rosinante x katakuri

this pairing may seem like it comes out of nowhere because it does. but i am always happy to fill in another spot on my rarepair bingo sheet.

donut miss your chance!

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 5300 words, (may add more chapters later) genres/cw: modern AU, fluff, humor, slice of life, blind date, awkward date, anxiety, reference to selective mutism characters: rosinante, bell-mère, katakuri summary: bell-mère sets rosinante up with "a cute baker." a 7'2" punk-goth behemoth is not exactly what rosinante had in mind. additional notes: a gift for @gali-la! we've both succumbed to some major katacora brainrot from the wonderful fanart by M.BD on twitter and this was born in the span of like, 10 hours. might add another chapter once i actually watch WCI and feel more comfortable characterizing katakuri and the charlotte fam

corazón/rosinante x sora (oc)

sora is an oc from 01746! she's rosinante's superior, and helps track his coordinates for tsuru while he's undercover. this story can be read without reading 01746, but some inside jokes might not make their mark.

secrets secrets (can be fun)

rating: E warnings: none! status: complete! two chapters, 6669 words genres/cw: canon-compliant, secret relationship, humor, dark humor, angst, banter, smut characters: rosinante, sora (oc), sengoku, tsuru summary: “One of these days…” Sora raised her head reluctantly, as if she’d rather keep staring into his heart. “One of these days…?” “One of these days…” His palm settled at her nape, fingers weaving through dark hair. “We’ll actually do some work in this office.” With a light laugh, Sora urged herself up onto her toes, tugging him down for a quick peck. “Not today.” “No, not today.” additional notes: my first rated E fic! yeah it's uh. rated that way for a reason. ya'll asked for this, okay. once upon a time it was one chapter and it was rated T, lmao

fill your cuts, spill your guts

rating: T warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 5,835 words genres/cw: canon divergent, blood and injury, whump, cora lives au, bullet extraction, mild gore, referenced suicidal thoughts, mental health concerns, confessions, romance characters: rosinante, sora, law summary: She took the canteen for him and put it aside, helping him remove the tattered, soaked shirt. Corazón’s flashy pink shirt. Such an iconic garment. Looked so much prettier in those wanted posters, but now that it was here in her grasp, it was nothing but a threadbare, rusty, well-worn scrap of cotton. Might have been Corazón’s choice of attire, but there was still a man beneath that garish, streaky makeup. Her man. additional notes: this was festering in my drive so i posted it and doctors hate me for it

sora (oc) x bell-mère

another spicy little blurb involving sora. did my best to make this compliant with the 01746 universe, too!

temptation, torment, and tangerines

rating: E warnings: none! status: compelete!, 4 chapters, 23,522 words genres/cw: canon compliant for the most part, enemies to lovers to friends, sexual tension, angst and hurt/comfort, feminist themes, misandry, smut, some humor, conflict of interests, moral dilemmas, arguing, size difference, implied/referenced human trafficking characters: sora (oc), bell-mere, rosinante, tsuru summary: “I’m not, we’re not doing anything. I’ll let you go, for now, but you need to get serious. If I hear of any other misdemeanors after this conversation, I will report you.” Bell-mère sauntered towards the door with her hands out in an exaggerated shrug. “You owe me a tangerine, by the way.” Sora scoffed and folded her arms. “You’re supposed to salute your superiors upon entry and exiting.” “I’ll salute ya as soon as I respect ya, toots.” ~ takes place in the 01746 universe, but can be read standalone ~ additional notes: i wanted to address the fact that i have no f/f fics in the OP fandom so i wrote this. there are undertones of f/m at the end! but yeah the main pairing is bell-mere and sora 👍

corazón/rosinante x sora (oc) x bell-mère

uhhh i have. very little explanation for this. some friends told me a threesome with these three would be funny. did my best to deliver.

trouble, trouble, toilsome trouble

rating: E warnings: none! status: complete! 4 chapters, 21,265 words genres/cw: modern AU, polyamory, demisexuality, aromantic, bisexuality, fluff and humor, drama & romance, online dating, some smoking and drinking, insecurity, slice of life, okay. bring forth the porn tags, smut, first time, hand jobs, S&M, exhibitionism, rough sex, inappropriate use of kitchen utensils, vaginal fingering, voyeurism, threesome - F/F/M, anal fingering, pegging characters: rosinante, sora (oc), bell-mère, smoker's there for 5 seconds summary: How many times could he doom himself? Giving Smoker his phone. Dating Sora. Sleeping with Sora. Encouraging her to seek a new partner. Encouraging her to bring that partner into their home. Encouraging her to fuck that partner in front of him. The words, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind giving it a try.” His seven deadly sins. And he tripped, stumbled, and faceplanted into all of them. additional notes: yeah this story is odd idk why it happened either

law x monet

yeah this is a random pairing idk

paper meets coffee

rating: T warnings: none! status: incomplete, one chapter, 4224 words genres/cw: bookstore AU, coffeeshop AU, canon universe? it's weird i know, humor, sexual tension, enemies to lovers characters: law, monet summary: A coffee bar. Installed in her bookstore. It was an outrage. additional notes: do not remember writing this. i don't know when this happened. i do know a friend gave me this random prompt generator and this is what i got.

gladius x monet

a true rarepair. have to enter them into ao3 manually every time i write about them. they're sweet though!! i think they'd have a lot in common.

until hell freezes (us) over

rating: gen warnings: none! status: complete! oneshot, 1,190 words genres/cw: canon compliant, goodbyes, character study, self-consciousness, angst characters: gladius, monet summary: His sleeves, not ideal for absorbing fluids, smeared the vapor around to create a smudged, translucent portal of reality. Although, as those talons clattered to the glossed wooden surface, claws carving into grain, Gladius wasn’t entirely sure reality was what stood before him. additional notes: my take on a light, pretty piece to highlight the tragedy of this ship. kind of tried to write the story to frame it like a blizzard, if that makes sense.