#dofurosi

[pocketwei]

we don't know how to be a man and we've let the family down

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Dofucora - No one loves you like I do

warning : there relationship in this is straight up incest, hurt/comfort (corazon comforts in his own twisted way), darker themes, body horror, a kiss but diffrent

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Info : So this is something I wanna write for a long time but had not really the time for now thanks to my autumm vacation I have time. So this One-Shot is again from the talented and worlds best op artist @pocketwei and it was THIS art is used (it is so good like oh my god) please check out her blog and as always have fun reading :)

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Since the birth of the two blond brothers more than two decades ago, there were only the two of them and their parents. Since the little Donquixote Doflamingo and Donquixote Rosinante gave birth to the world, they were everything. They were everything for each other.

The four of them had the perfect life. Even if with a flaw. They lived in a dream. They had everything a big mansion, so much food until they burst servants who brought them everything.

They were the Celestial Dragons and would remain so forever. At least that's what Corazon thought, he didn't want to wake up from this dream, this life. That's why he had everything.

Everything he could wish for. But above all he had his heart. His brother. He had his Doflamingo always at his side since he could think there was only the two of them.

Not knowing that this thought of only the two of them would come true. The reality, the brutal reality would strike and the two children would be left traumatized and broken in their existence.

They both fled and even though tear after tear was shed. The wounds of their past did not let them go and the two blondes included them in their hearts. So Corazon knew that whenever he looked next to him he would find his brother.

Always the voice of his Doflamingo would hear as he called him by his nickname. Whenever he reached for Dofi's hand, he would find his brother's hand. Whenever he reached around him, he would find his brother's lips.

What for some so he had learned quickly among normal people as a shame was normal for him. There was no such thing as normal for the two of them anyway. There were for them only raw emotions and no morals.

So something they had was normal for the two. It was the blood of the dragons of the celestial dragons that went through them both. Which ran through their bodies and connected them.

This special connection created as Corazon always said. The blood that made Doflaimngos' insides hurt even more every time he looked at himself in the mirror.

They were gods, gods should have two wings, his brother had two wings, two soul mirrors that were so beautiful. But he was a deformity. A deformed child in a family of gods.

They had nothing to hide, they were above all these inferior humans. At least this was true for Doflamingo in the beginning. They both had built up a group at some point, a loyal group of subordinates who built up their own servants. Maybe even in later years family but for Corazon it was only the lower people.

Something that remained so for a long long time, the years and eventually decades went by and the two grew up. Adapted and yet remained true to their cause.

Corazon perhaps remained the clumsy, but from day to day became more vindictive, evil and imperious. He seemed to be completely absorbed in the blood of the celestial dragon.

The evil, almost malicious grin that appeared more and more often on his lips was only intensified by the dark lipstick, rounded off by the juggler's cap, which perfectly matched his appearance.

A crazy one. But this craziness could only partially apply to the freak of nature that was the aberrant god Doflamingo.

He preferred to wear gold and flashy jewelry, the feather coat and the expensive shirt clearly standing out and the gold of his earring always seemed to reflect and sparkle. But it was above all his sunglasses that he wore day in and day out.

Hiding his eyes that his brother loved for so many reasons. But it was also a decision Doflamingo made to try something. He wanted to appear for the first time in his divine existence but not as a dragon.

He wanted to be normal for a moment since his soul mirrors had been placed on someone other than his brother. Since he heard another voice in his head and wished for the first time to feel other hands on him than Corazon's. Everything since he had seen him.

He wanted to see him again, to observe the unknown and to go out of the house to the street that he actually entered only with his brother.

His gaze was on his image in the mirror in front of him, his hands had reached for the expensive perfume that had been put on him seconds before. He was ready.

But when he turned around, he was startled to see his brother standing in his room. Leaning in the doorframe seemed to have been watching him for minutes of silence. ,,Can I do something for you, brother?" he asked, stopping and looking at his blood.

Saw the unnatural grin which was enhanced by the lipstick as something like hurt flashed in the eyes of the blond. ,,Brother? Dofi where are you going? Just leave me like this I'm going to be sick with worry" he said even though there seemed to be nothing but lies and warning in his voice.

He pushed himself off the door frame and came towards his brother. He saw him tense up as Corazon reached for his brother's hands. Touching him again, less intimate and yet it had the same effect.

The same intoxicating feeling went through the body of the smaller one. But he saw behind the sunglasses what his brother was up to before a disparaging smile came over the lips of the smaller.

Let go of the hands of the larger aprubt before he tore the sunglasses from his eyes. The white frame landed with a clack to the ground and his brother tormented the head lowered.

He wanted to cover his deformity, he didn't want to be a freak. He didn't want anything anymore. He wanted him. ,,Look at me!" he snarled, for a moment the blood of the dragon seemed to take hold of him completely.

But his brother was doing what he should, had always done, and Rosinante would not let the stranger take away his brother, his property. Doflamingo lifted his head, looked at his brother and released his left broken wing.

Released his abortion, his freak of nature, for viewing. ,,That wasn't so hard, and look at that...such a pretty malformation" Corazon quipped, grasping his brother's face. He stroked his soft lip, which he wanted to kiss so greedily, and ran his hand over the soft cheek where hundreds of tears had flowed.

Before he stroked gently with his thumb next to the battered eye. The one iris was there in its place in the middle of the eye. But just like that, an even larger one pushed its way in.

The first one took up almost the entire left area, and the puppil was much too large to be normal. But the picture of disfigurement was rounded off by the third smallest and ugliest iris that pushed itself below the two in the left area.

It was an image of disgust, a flaw, it was unmarked, the blood of the celestial dragons contaminated by "incest" as the people called it. It was and is abnormal. It was the very thing that Doflamingo knew the alien would hate, and he still had that little spark of hope.

But that was destroyed by Rosinante. ,,You know no one will ever love you like I do, right Dofi?" asked the smaller one, slowly coming closer to his brother, the desire growing in him.

But the taller one did not answer, he just nodded, barely recognizable, the spark of resistance was extinguished and the frightened little boy who was clawing at his brother had returned.

,,I'll kill him myself Dofi you know that...no one can love you like I do...no one could love such a worthless creature as I do" the devastating yet true words between the two left the lips of the smaller one.

Hurt the other and told him that it was right. That it all had to be like this. There were only the two of them.

But when he felt the warm wet tongue running over his eye, his brother made this intimate gesture to him, it was something that made the taller one completely attached to his brother again.

It let him know that really no one could love him except Corazon. Because in a world where there were only the two of them, only those two could love each other.

There was no room for another, Rosinante would take care of that, knowing that his brother belonged to him for a long time. And so it would remain forever so.

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[pocketwei]

shades inside at night

edit:: @blueberrypancakesworld wrote another wonderful fic for this art pleasee go check it out ;;; ;; apparently it's my birthday everyday, thank you for all these gifts <33

[pocketwei]

you know it's only out of love