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Title: Past Wounds

(Chapter 12 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader

Chapter Warnings: language, violence, toxic relationship, binge drinking, mommy issues, brief references to past trauma and survival from past sexual assault including when characters were previously underage, talk of virginity loss, intentions to sabotage birth control, breeding kink, murder (not main characters)

Chapter Synopsis: As you and Doflamingo open up to one another, you find even more in common in the traumas of your pasts. While he still plans for the future, intending to never have you truly leave him or your new kingdom of Dressrosa again.

Author’s notes: As evidenced by chapter warnings above, there are a lot of potential triggers in this chapter. Nothing is overly gratuitous in my opinion. But still, fair warning. I always let the characters run the show for what they’ll say/do next and this was the result. More notes are at the end of the chapter as well including some insight into future plans for this story. 😄

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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As Doflamingo had recounted to you those bits and pieces of his weeks spent with Tsuru as a boy, of course you’d sat in silence, listening intently. But even with the seemingly unflattering details he did allow, you felt like that curtain between you and his past was only being pulled back just enough to tease towards the bigger mystery.

Like a single flash of lightning across a dark and unfamiliar room. The parts he did tell would only let you make out some hints of shapes, pieces of him you’d never known. Before everything was plunged into darkness once more.

But telling you even this much did stir deeper things within that darkness for him at least. That was obvious in his many pauses as he spoke, and by just how quickly the wine disappeared the further his story went on.

He’d finished the first bottle in his hand before his strings had brought the second bottle to him and into the bed as well.

But regardless of his height, and the additional body mass that offered him, you started to realize even warlords had a limit. It was still too much, too fast for his body to put it away safely.

And he was self medicating. Wasn’t he?

“Doffy,” you did say in test after he’d quieted for a few more minutes.

He wasn’t smiling any longer, and his eyes didn’t move from you. “She left me there.”

And something warned you then. It was in the way his shoulders sank, but his muscles didn’t relax.

He didn’t want logic or reasoning right now. He didn’t want you to say that Tsuru had had no real choice but to desert him.

And desertion was absolutely how he saw it. That sentiment made further clear in the dangerous irritation which rose in his next words.

“But Rosi was good enough. You white coats took him from me as soon as you fucking could…and wasn’t he too young? He was younger than me! So why? Why was he better…no, he wasn’t.”

It did take you a moment to even realize who Doflamingo meant, even as you began growing more nervous as he seemingly argued with himself as much as anything.

Was he talking about Rosinante?

Codename Corazon was what you’d actually known him as. Tsuru had sometimes called him Rosinante though. Which that bit of familiarity finally made more sense if only tonight.

Because she’d met both brothers before they’d ever become criminals.

But you still weren’t following this new turn. How had the marines taken Doflamingo’s brother? Corazon had been killed a few years ago. All over a stupid devil fruit sale gone bad as far as you knew. The Donquixote family versus the Barrels pirates at Minion Island.

You’d been there that night as well, on Tsuru’s crew to pick up the pieces afterward. You’d seen the bird cage just before it came down…and the bodies that’d been left in the aftermath.

But this new confusion in your eyes only had Doflamingo leaning forward aggressively. You could see the added flush in his cheeks from all that wine as he closed in on you.

And for the briefest moment you’d envisioned one of those now empty wine bottles being smashed open against your face.

Because you somehow knew that he had considered it.

But then those same bottles only rolled aside with his movement within the bed. His words were slightly slurred the faster he tried to force them out.

The more he tried to make you understand that pain that no alcohol could ever quench.

“They turned my own baby brother against me….he hated me.”

The warlord’s lips were the only thing that met your face this time though. Not a fist, or the bottles, even as that kiss still held so much anger from within.

Doflamingo’s hand was tight on the back of your neck so quickly too, forcing you to him as his tongue and that secondhand taste of alcohol filled your mouth.

He was actually drunk tonight. And it was your job once more to prevent yourself from being further hurt.

“Doffy,” You said more insistently again, briefly breaking your mouths apart.

Yet you weren’t bleeding like before. So this allowed you at least a chance to try softness first. Even if it wasn’t organic at all. Even if every move you made was now purposeful as you brought your hands up to stroke his face before your mouths could reconnect.

His left eye did close at that sudden touch, his lips still parted as the bright red iris of the right eye focused on you cautiously.

“You’re okay.” You found yourself saying regardless as you petted this dangerous creature.

His muscles were still so tight, his breath a bit uneven as you stroked along those high cheekbones and up into that short blond hair.

But there was the slightest hope for you in the way he’d started to press his face into that touch after a few more moments. He didn’t want you to stop.

It wasn’t over yet though. It’d never be, when suddenly he’d next pushed his full weight against you. You were forced onto your back on the mattress. This behavior already seeming to follow the pattern of so many times before as your core couldn’t help but immediately tense, fearing penetration.

Yet he didn’t straddle you this time. His legs curled up instead, allowing him the room to lay down. Your head now by the foot of the bed, and both your and his feet nearer the headboard as he laid his face across your naked breasts.

In your surprise, his hand also caught your wrist, pulling your own palm back to the side of his cheek as he bid you to keep petting him again in this new position.

And so of course you did. Having to breathe a little more forcefully with his weight on you then. But it wasn’t that painful. You weren’t being fucked this time at least as you watched the ceiling while stroking his jaw before your fingers moved back into his hairline as you massaged his scalp lightly.

You weren’t stupid. The parallels were all far more obvious now. His biological mother had died early on in his life. And in his own mind at least, he’d reclaimed some semblance of that motherly bond when he’d met Tsuru. But then she’d left him too, and his father had died, and his brother eventually too. Those full details still unclear in his odd behavior surrounding their two names.

But no matter the hows or whys, he had lost one family member after another. It was hit after hit on an already troubled psyche to further grow that void inside of him wasn’t it?

And needy boys soon became needy men.

So he was burying all that desperation in you now, no question there. And before you, whoever else he could get his claws into you were sure. But for your own sanity, you would have to believe that everything he felt for Tsuru was still more from the boy within and not the hedonistic man that’d now torn through your body multiple times.

She’d have washed him into pieces if he’d ever tried anything inappropriate with her you were sure.

But with you? Those lines were already long gone. Clearly they were as he kept his face warm against your chest. Like it truly were an innocent refuge for him in this moment, but at the very same time you felt his already half hard cock rubbing against your legs.

He didn’t do anything more with that arousal right now at least. But his confused body didn’t seem to know the difference between affection and sex either.

Sex was affection to him. It was comfort. And evidently he sometimes wanted to be mothered by you as well, just as much as he wanted to always keep fucking you.

But the most immediate danger was again passing as you continued to give him what he wanted. You felt his muscles finally relaxing. All while you petted him more like something pitiful that had to be taken care of, rather than a true lover or equal partner in this instance at least.

Psychologists could fill entire books on a case study like Doflamingo you were sure.

And he wasn’t even done yet.

“Don’t leave me too.”

You heard those new drunken words break the silence. But you feared truly acknowledging them and possibly setting him off again as you just kept holding him. You stroked his face and down his neck to keep him calm.

Your heart rate was increasing regardless though as his arms tightened around your waist in return. His possessive body language was beginning all over again. But he said only one more heavy thing before closing both of his eyes.

“….don’t make me do it again. Don’t make me erase another light like you.”

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That night felt endless. He had fallen asleep against your chest. So you’d been spared whatever sexual play he’d threatened from earlier, before he’d first started that story and gotten far too much into the wine.

But in exchange, you were left with a restless, fitful animal. Even though he was deeply asleep, you still felt him tensing and moving so many times during the night.

Sweat would form on his brow as his hands would clench. Sometimes with those fingers against your hips, or your arms, stomach, or elsewhere as he shifted around.

He was having nightmares.

And you couldn’t hope to sleep, your own body on high alert, waiting for strings to come out of his fingertips, waiting for pain if he forgot even for a moment where he really was.

Yet when he’d start moving again like that, you’d whisper his name and start stroking his head and neck once more.

His grimace would fade, and he’d start to still again.

It was exhausting. Like fighting a fire all alone the entire night. Fighting it, and protecting him when your own body and mind wanted so badly to give up as well.

And at some point you did. You didn’t have any endurance left when consciousness finally slipped away. But you’d already seen the sunlight through those portholes again when it did.

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His head was aching. But warm fingers were caught in his hair. The sound of your heartbeat was against his ear as he tried to focus his good eye into that too bright daylight.

It was fucking morning again already. But he didn’t want to move. Your chest was soft, and your grip was still so welcoming somehow.

How much had he told you last night?

Those dreams had melted into the real words he knew he’d said. But it was hard to remember the difference, where one ended and the other began.

He’d tried to save himself all those years ago. He’d tried to do the right thing for what was left of his family.

Because Mariejois would never suffer a traitor. Blood traitors especially. The most grievous crime that could ever be committed against the gods was when one Celestial Dragon turned against another.

Death was the only possible result in such a rare tragedy. But Homing and Rosinante both had still chosen that fate in the end. His own blood had given him no choice but to carry out the only answer they knew would come for their crimes.

They’d chosen your licentious world instead of their heavenly birthright and had to be culled for it. Like diseased branches being cut away to save the larger tree.

And then he’d been fully orphaned, broken wings and all, stuck living alone in that same world in the end. But he was still carving out the best life he could in the circumstances.

He’d already retaken the Donquixote ancestral lands in Dressrosa. Retaken his heritage in the same castle his ancestors used to rule without mercy from.

And now he’d secured you, the elusive temptation that had evaded him for far too long beforehand. Of course you were no equal to him. The innate filth of your own blood was still something that could never be overwritten. But the gods were able to claim anything lesser than themselves that they desired.

So there was nothing improper in his desires for you. Nothing he wouldn’t have still been allowed if he’d lived atop the world once more. He could have had as many human wives as he’d wanted. Bred all of them or none of them as he’d seen fit.

There were many half breed children in Mariejois. Most going straight into slavery of course, but not always. Pets were allowed too. They’d never hold the social status of a pureblood, but they could live a fully pampered life if their Celestial parent chose such for them. They could stay in the same home, be lavished and given affection like any other treasured possession.

And all this stress only reminded him of these possibilities time and time again.

He still wanted a replacement family for his that had been destroyed. He wanted you, his human mistress, and his half breed he could soon raise from you. He never wanted to feel as alone as he had in those nightmares ever again.

Doflamingo smirked, your heart beating so steadily beneath him still. That organ beat for only him, it belonged to him already.

But would you ever love him in return? Would you be grateful in the life he could provide for you? Would you understand how lucky you were to find this rare mercy within him at all?

It didn’t matter.

As long as he had what he wanted. As long as he always won and everyone else lost.

That was the natural way of things. And anyone who acted to truly interrupt these eventual outcomes could join Homing and Rosinante in his forgiveness of death.

He’d actually let you sleep though, as he’d finally untethered himself from your body. His bladder full from all the drinking of last night and his body needing relief as he’d taken the longest piss in the bathroom.

This vacation was finally over. All the meetings and business dealings he’d put off for the last few days to spend that time with you instead was now going to bite back at him in full force.

He knew this as he’d flushed the toilet and looked at himself in the mirror, knowing he needed to get ready to head to his office on board and start making overdue calls. But his mind still lingered in the past, even then.

Because his one intact eye that often reminded him of his mother’s perpetually sad ones reflected back at him tiredly in that mirror.

But the other eye was somehow sharp as always, even behind that milky white of scar tissue. As if it was watching him instead. The mismatched eye he’d been born with even before that arrow had first pierced it in this world.

The left eye and its larger red iris that used to frighten his peers and reject the sunlight enough that he’d been taught to cover it as far back as he could remember.

His one eye that matched the two of the one true god. The immortal who sat upon the empty throne. A being that he’d seen only once, when he’d brought Homing’s head to them in that last chance offering which was ultimately rejected. A past recipient of the Ope-Ope fruit’s greatest power he had no doubt.

Another ancestor of his perhaps, one whose eye and madness he had inherited. The nineteen original families of Mariejois had interbred for centuries after all.

But Doflamingo just laughed softly to himself, gripping the sink before he turned the water on to wet his hands and begin washing his face.

There was still so much that none of you knew. Information which those who sat on high would do anything to keep from spreading.

It was yet another reason you’d never be allowed to leave him once they realized how serious he was about you. Because those five old men and the monster they served would assume he’d shared all their secrets. And they’d absolutely kill you rather than give you any chance to talk if you ever fled from him and lost his protection.

Divorce would never be an option for you. It truly would be until death do you part.

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You rolled over, and something about even being able to do that much was enough to finally wake you again. Because you weren’t trapped under him anymore.

Raising your head, you looked around, groggy and concern quickly growing on your face. Because you didn’t see him anywhere.

And as you’d experienced before, not seeing him was always worse to you. Because then you didn’t know his current mood, or his intentions. You had no sense of the current danger.

Slowly you sat up, bedsheets falling away from your nude form.

The sun was fully in the room. It was obviously later in the day.

There was a tray beside the bed. The same one that dinner had been served on last night. But all that was now gone.

A new plate was there. It looked like toasted bread. But with crushed tomatoes over it. Some had already been eaten, but there was plenty left.

You rose up carefully, peering into the drink pitcher beside it. Some kind of brightly colored juice was in the pitcher.

It should have been laughable of how cautious you really still were.

How afraid you were to do something as simple as eat when behind enemy lines like this. Pirates had prepared this food. They had readied this drink you had to remind yourself.

But only then did you notice a piece of paper, laid flat with its corner hanging out from under the pitcher on that silver food tray.

And when you slid that paper out, your very first reaction was to immediately be taken aback by the immaculate penmanship.

Truly, the only time you’d seen something like this was on decrees direct from Mariejois. It made the hurried writing you were more accustomed to in documented naval transmissions look like something you all had written with your feet by comparison.

Like this was a page fallen out of a book. But it wasn’t as you finally started to read it.

“I must have kept you up last night. That’s what happens when you let me drink too much, Captain. I considered leaving a string man to keep you company, but it would have been too boring just to watch you sleep.

We’ll be in Dressrosa by this afternoon. Clean yourself up and be presentable. Use my snail on the end table to summon anything you may need from the servants. I have work obligations. I wouldn’t recommend wandering the ship alone however. I wouldn’t want you to get your hands dirty again. My travel crew doesn’t have the best manners after all. I’ll come back to you when we’re nearer port.

-D.D.”

And you held that paper for a while afterward, just entranced in the sheer novelty of it. He had truly beautiful handwriting, and he’d taken the time to write it for you.

It was the stupidest thing you’d likely ever felt. But you realized no man had ever written you a personal note for any reason.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You said to no one but the sleeping snails. And then you did grab one of those pieces of bread off the food tray and took a bite of it in test.

And it was delicious. Because of course it was. With olive oil and garlic mixed in with some other seasonings you were too uncultured to identify in those crushed tomatoes smeared across it.

With the bread in one hand, you folded that note from Doflamingo gently with your other.

For some reason you didn’t want to get any food on it. And you didn’t want to throw it away either.

Just like him, it was insidious in how you kept thinking about it now. How you wanted to keep it.

How much you liked it.

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The hours ran by so quickly. Just like he knew they would. He’d been on the phone with nobility from other kingdoms, with cipher pol agents, with pirate captains, and warmongers of all kinds. All his customers itching for their next arms, drugs, or random pick of any other contraband shipments that they’d been requesting which his networks were currently brokering for them.

It’d been interesting which clients dared to mention anything about the newspaper articles as well. Not all would, with his Joker identity and his public status as a warlord and king existing as two wholly separate things.

But of course there was one particular call that had everything to do with you.

Doflamingo had had his feet up on his desk by then, one ankle crossed over the other as he waited while it rang.

That cackling scientist knew better than to ignore a call from him. No matter what he may be working on with Vegapunk currently.

The transponder snail did connect at last. But the voice on the other end sounded far quieter than normal.

“J-Joker?” Came the question.

“Of course.” Doflamingo answered, but asking immediately. “Are you alone?”

“Alone enough. In a supply closet actually…” was the ridiculous answer.

A response the warlord knew was likely not at all a joke. What an idiot this was. But an extremely useful one. “Well, Caesar, I need to commission you for what should be something far more simple this time. Something I need immediately.”

Tight timelines were nothing new. The majority of the current drugs and war worthy poisons that Doflamingo sold all linked back to this growing business relationship with Caesar Clown.

Caesar and his constant need to prove himself superior to his official government boss, Dr. Vegapunk by any means necessary. Caesar also with his perfect combination of immorality, greed, and spinelessness to be used so well by a man like Doflamingo.

“Yes, of course, Joker.” The near salivation of what kind of new payday this would mean for him was all too evident.

The gas logia user loved his new patron’s very deep pockets. And Doflamingo was certainly willing to provide, given that the results remained what he fully wanted of course.

“I need a new drug. This won’t be a mass product though. This is going to be for personal use alone.”

There was a noise of interest at that of course. They all knew Doflamingo didn’t use his own supply of anything normally. He was hardly that stupid to take such a risk with his own body.

And he just outright said it now. Because once the Heavenly Demon had made up his mind on something, it’s not like he’d have any further hesitation. “I’m in the market for a family actually. I assume you saw the papers.”

Silence hung for a moment. The cogs spinning no doubt. “Shurororo...” Came the odd, and bit nervous laugh. “I did, and that was a surprise. So bold of you, going after an enlisted woman…the marines must be scrambling.”

“They can waste their time all they want. It’s real.” Doflamingo said decisively. “I’m keeping her. But she may not be fully on the same page with all of that yet. But you know me…results are king. And I want to get down to business. I want a child with her. But I need a way around that standard marine issue contraceptive. I want to override it.”

“Oh my.” Caesar was truly caught off guard, but not for the underhandedness of course. The snail had an outright wicked smile then from the scientist. One that could have rivaled one of Doflamingo’s own. “Has baby fever struck in that oppressively hot country of yours? Though, all dynasties must start somewhere I suppose. So you’ll be wanting at least an heir and a spare then?”

“Just one to start.” Doflamingo corrected, though beginning to grin a bit himself. “Quality over quantity.”

“Of course.” Caesar quickly agreed in that overly subservient way of his, but clearly still so interested. His own sadistic nature was likely highly delighted in it all. “How much modification though? I’m sure you’re aware of the kind of things I’m capable of improving on. Vinsmoke was hardly the only one at the pinnacle of that foray into eugenics. I could design circles around that fool.”

And here was the thing Doflamingo knew he had to be firm on. “Vinsmoke’s wife also ended up dead and his children little more than machines. My blood won’t be wasted in such a bland result. Nor does it need such improvement.” His voice did darken too, letting his seriousness on this point be most known. “No permanent damage to the woman either. If there was, your own death would be something I’d make you pray for, Caesar.”

It was a bit more complicated than just being able to do a clean execution of this scientist if it came down to it of course. Because they had other projects in the works that absolutely needed Caesar. The one still pending with Kaidou chief among them. But there were some things worse than death, and everyone knew Doflamingo could absolutely deliver on a threat like that if pressed.

And Caesar did stutter a little at that. The message was clearly understood. “Y-Yes, Joker. A low risk pregnancy then, of course. But might I recommend at least a little added insurance against toxins, and a bit of hardiness to physical shock as well at least?” Poisons being one of Caesar’s specialties of course. “Assuming she will be the last to know of her, ah…condition. Smoking, drinking, all those fun things you know would probably not be well advised, could have countermeasures put in place. And marines do brawl a bit at times, don’t they?”

“Fair point.” He did want you to be the last to possibly know. Because as strong willed as you were, he had the real concern that you’d try to sabotage things yourself once aware. He couldn’t say for sure, but it was possible. “Is that doable? Just enough to make sure it thrives even if the host decides to disagree?” Doflamingo asked genuinely.

“Oh, very much.” And at that Caesar recounted the specifications as if they were talking about nothing more questionable than a grocery list. “So you aren’t interested in twins or any multiples, just the facilitation of a single ovum being released. And the only modification being what would be required for healthy development in a possible unideal environment…if the mother is still out bar hopping and roughhousing or whatever I imagine marines must all do.”

“She roughhouses enough with me, yes.” Doflamingo conceded with another smile. “But she’s no delicate flower. We both get rather hands on, and into the drink together.”

And Caesar chuckled again. “Shurororo…I can make that work. It’s just canceling out the hormones of the contraceptive and then adding in a few other factors for those modifications…and different hormones to force ovulation too as it sounds like you’re in quite a hurry. Otherwise it’d be a small window each month naturally. I can make a fixed window instead so you know exactly when the timing is right.”

“And no permanent side effects.” Doflamingo reminded. “Or you know what will happen to you.”

“Yes, Joker.” He could hear Caesar swallow even over the snail. “I’m so much better than Vinsmoke though. No need for concern, really. It would likely be nothing more than fatigue and cramping. No worse than their monthly cycles.”

“Then do it. Put it in something clear and tasteless. I’ll have your normal development and rush fees wired over to you by tonight. I want it delivered directly to me.”

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There was no knock on the door. No warning at all as it just swung open. Which of course, it was his cabin.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t startle all the same. For someone so large not to be heard coming down the hallway, that was bothersome.

That pink mass of feathers moved into the room as the door shut behind him.

Doflamingo stared at you for a moment, or you assumed that he was. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses back over his eyes before he smirked.

“Not a bad sight to have waiting on my bed after a long day.” He murmured, approaching you where you now sat fully dressed on the edge of his mattress.

And he crouched before you could reply to him. Squatted in front of you suddenly when he leaned in for a kiss.

It was a bit rough as his lips met yours, but nothing extreme this time as he smiled afterward, faces still almost touching as his tongue dipped out briefly.

He looked more than satisfied.

“You probably felt us turning, Dressrosa’s on the horizon already. We’re heading for the south port in Acacia.”

“Alright.” You said plainly. It wasn’t as if there was anything else you could do. You’d cleaned up, dressed, even put makeup on to cover the bruising.

“Let’s change the bandage again.” He said though. “How long are you going to be able to walk for?”

And at least this process you’d done more than once now as you offered him your thigh. “Won’t really know until I try. But you are not carrying me in front of any cameras.”

He actually feigned a bit of a scowl there. Far less intense than his real ones as he started undoing the string wrap again from around your leg. The cords obeyed him so completely, white and soft as it unravelled to the floor. “Oh, but you’re forgetting where you are now, dear. I’m the king of the literal country of love and passion. It’d look very chivalrous on tomorrow’s front page wouldn’t it?”

“It’d make me look weak.” You gave him a real look of distaste in return.

“Then at least damn take something for the pain you stubborn brat.” But he was smirking then. Too happy in this moment finally being here you were sure. He’d brought you home with him at last.

All the advantage was now his as well. You were about to be in his country, with his crew, among his everything. You would have no power here save for whatever his extremely limited mercy allowed and you both knew it.

“I’m not drugging myself up on painkillers when I’m about to be in the same room as Trebol and Diamante.” You said with added certainty there.

Doflamingo’s hands did pause at that in the midst of rewrapping your wounded thigh as he asked, “Why?”

“Why?” And you did look at him there like he had two heads. “You know why!”

Somehow it had always been them. The only Donquixote officers that could ever get close enough to you. Trebol and his stupid snot that you’d gotten your legs caught in before. And Diamante with weapons that rained down like confetti, cutting you through even your haki as he’d grabbed you with his bare hands more than once.

Diamante had been the one that had scared you the most though. Because by all rights he’d really had you that one time. Before your coat had torn at the last moment. Somehow you had slipped right out of it and run for all you were worth, bleeding and with a badly dislocated arm all the way back to Tsuru.

You couldn’t have been more than sixteen then and it had thoroughly shaken you. Even for all the abuse you’d known as a child. All the aggression and beatings you’d had before when you hadn’t submitted like your mother’s bosses had wanted you to. None of that was the same as Diamante had been with you then.

Because you’d seen it in his eyes and felt it in the horrible things he’d said to you as his hands had gone places they should not have.

Your first real brush with that level of opponent, both in physical strength and his ability to truly get within your head.

Maybe it was idiotic to still be holding onto that, considering the far worse things the man right here in front of you had done to you since.

But it was still different. Somehow it was. Bleeding, being grabbed and touched by Diamante with your arm almost twisted out of its socket at only sixteen. Versus being jaded and angry, several years older and stronger with a sexual appetite of your own by the time Doflamingo had first pushed himself between your legs in Mariejois.

It wasn’t the same in your mind, right or wrong as Doflamingo still watched you, as he did finish the new bandage.

“You’re still afraid of them?” He asked simply. And you really couldn’t read him well at all then, in his body language or tone.

You looked away from those red sunglasses before you could help it though. Dammit, this was not the right time for this, not minutes before your supposed public debut in Dressrosa.

“You wouldn’t understand.” You replied.

“Try me.” He said as his hands went onto your knees.

He was still squatted in front of you.

And he must have seen some look on your face, something different there that he wouldn’t let go of.

But you still couldn’t say it. Just like you’d never told anyone the full extent of what Doflamingo had done to you in Mariejois or on Sabaody.

And at last you saw real irritation cut across his expression when he got tired of waiting. “I’m not asking you twice.” His grip on your knees tightened as he spread them a little. Just enough to move his torso between them.

You took a breath, fear edging you back to the present and to him. Fine, you’d just goddamn say it then.

And those words did come running out, just everything at once. It was either all or nothing it seemed when it came to admissions like this.

“I don’t even remember what town it was. But Trebol got a hold of my feet with that mucus to slow me down. I should never have tried to take them both on by myself. I knew better, but you know how fast things can go sideways in the field. They had me alone and then my boots were in that snot, and I was trying to get out and Diamante was fucking right on top of me. He was hitting me with so much I couldn’t keep my haki up. So I was bleeding and they were trying to get into my head. Saying I was just a whore and laughing to each other about if I was a virgin or not…and then Diamante said he’d check.”

You heard a sound in Doflamingo’s throat. And you quieted as his face abruptly touched against yours. But he didn’t kiss you. His hands which had been squeezing your knees now relaxed as he began to stroke your thighs.

And you didn’t know what reaction you’d expected from him. But this was not it as you’d let Doflamingo lean further into you.

“How much did Diamante touch you?” Came the next quiet, but equally firm question.

Which you did make yourself answer once more. Because you didn’t want him to turn on you again. And even as humiliating as this all was, you tried to stay only with the facts, not the dark emotions they inspired.

“It was one hand under my skirt, a finger between my legs. And one hand in my shirt, under my bra. But I twisted away from him. Then he grabbed and dislocated my arm at the shoulder and my coat tore. Somehow I came right out of that coat. I lost my boots in the mucus, but I ran away from the both of them. I escaped.”

“Did he push that finger inside of you?” Doflamingo asked so specifically then. Almost as if this was what was truly important in it all to him.

And you felt your stomach turn, disgusting as it was. You did not like acknowledging any of it, but you still answered with the warlord’s face nuzzled oddly into yours all the while.

“No. His finger was just feeling me on the outside. He was about to I guess. Before I pulled away.”

And maybe there was the slightest hint of relief in the way Doflamingo’s back muscles relaxed at that revelation. But even that still wasn’t enough. As he did have another very personal question for you.

“How old were you really when you lost your virginity then?”

And fuck, why did it even matter at this point? But maybe this was his way of striking when the iron was already hot so to speak. He had you vulnerable enough right now to tell him the truth, and he never missed an opportunity did he?

“Eighteen.” You said simply.

“Consensual?”

“Yes.”

He pulled back slightly, and you felt that stare on you again. There was no smile at all. “It was Kuzan…wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” And you felt your face muscles tighten once more. You knew how insanely jealous Doflamingo could be. So that nervousness peaked within you all over again. You didn’t want to fight.

But his anger didn’t come. At least not in the way you would have expected. You saw his own face shift strangely as a smile formed instead. But it wasn’t like his normal ones at all.

“Well, I was only fifteen when I lost mine.” He said from nowhere as your eyes widened. “And it absolutely was not consensual.”

But at least a little like you then, it was like those words couldn’t stop once he’d let them out. Even as his smile began to grow. That expression contrasted the brief strain in his voice.

“It was a fucking powerhouse of a man. He could have just snapped my neck then and there with one hand. But I’d killed his whole crew to take his territory from him. So he was going to make me pay in spades of course. I’d never had sea prism cuffs on before or since. I didn’t know how to fight very well then. And certainly not with my devil fruit taken away once he got those cuffs on me. Even my haki was nothing to him then, he was just that angry. I’ll never forget…the smell of that. The sweat and the hate, getting fucked, bent over a crate in some sweltering warehouse. And you know who pulled him off of me and beat him to goddamn death right then and there for all of his trouble?”

And Doflamingo actually laughed, loud and long then, as if that was the far better part of that violent memory.

But the horror in your own face couldn’t be matched, not at all as you already knew what he was going to say next before the names came out of his mouth.

“Trebol and Diamante.” He grinned, his sunglasses still blocking his eyes from you. Not showing his true self in any of this. “They heard it and they found us before anyone else.”

And you were blinking back tears by then, something he surely saw in your own eyes as he did kiss you suddenly again to stop it.

But had he told you this as his own way of showing you weren’t alone in the things you’d experienced against your will? Or was it just to prove the complicated nature of the monsters he surrounded himself with? Your attackers were his rescuers.

Or…could even something as devastating as that be a memory he would willfully use to garner your sympathy? As another manipulation to make you pity him? Surely not…

And yet he was grinning fully once he broke that kiss with you again, watching you like your reaction was so much more important than his in all of this.

And your heart was torn, finding these stories all still the seeds of nightmares, no matter the motivation. And you didn’t want to let go of him either. Not at all as you again remembered that cowering response he’d shown you if only for that moment the other day as well.

You knew he couldn’t have faked that, not the reflex from when you’d hit him. And all the movements last night as those nightmares had torn through him when he was drunk.

That wasn’t fake either.

That was wholly real.

And yet Doflamingo did so easily unto others what had once been done to him, didn’t he? It didn’t change what he was at all. He’d held you down and forced his cock into you more than once now. Even when you cried, even if you screamed.

He was still so unpredictable. Even as he was starting to show you all the roots from which this evil had grown from.

He stole another long kiss from you though, as if he knew. As if he knew you were overthinking what he didn’t want you to and his hand moved up to stroke the side of your face before he finally pulled back away.

“My crew won’t hurt you again. That’s all you need to know. And I’m ordering you to report it to me if they do. Because nothing happens in Dressrosa without my permission. Understood?”

“Yes.” You said so simply. Yet inhaling though, fighting to draw those emotions back in regardless.

He didn’t seem rattled at all either now in comparison to you, as he finally stood and offered you his hand. “But let’s go. Everyone’s going to want to meet you. This is a big day for the future of our monarchy after all.”

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And you had shaken that pain away as much as you could. You both falling back into your public personas. Everything was a careful production in times like this, that was certain as the two of you had released the grip on each other’s hands just before exiting up the stairs and onto the deck.

He let you walk yourself then. At least seeming to be in agreement there that neither of you wanted to portray you as overly weak or too injured in the public eye.

And of course his crew had already been lined up and ready, all staring at you as if you were still some mysterious creature who clearly did not belong amongst them.

You could only imagine the rumors rolling through the ship. Being that you’d never left their captain’s cabin a single time while at sea. And all the bloody sheets the servants had had to find and launder.

But you ignored their looks now. Your attention fully going to your first views of what would be your new home for an indefinite future.

The island nation of Dressrosa.

Mooring ropes were being cast out to the dock workers below as the large ship began the process of lining up against it.

You couldn’t see much yet though. Just as you’d heard, Dressrosa was difficult to appreciate from a distance.

A circular island fully surrounded by a massive cliff face of light brown, almost yellowish rock which now towered above the ship. Only the smallest slit had been cut into this natural fortress to accommodate the port entrance. Such a narrow view as you tried to look at the multicolored rooftops you could see just a hint of in that distance beyond.

Of course, the other thing that could not be ignored was the crowd which had gathered, fully awaiting the unloading of Doflamingo’s ship.

And he was back behind you then, just as you’d noticed the flashes of cameras in the distance.

“Welcome home, love.” That dark voice whispered near your ear once more as he’d bent briefly down. “Just follow my lead once we’re on the ground. They’re very excited today…so keep your head up and stay moving. We’re heading straight for the palace.”

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There was that briefest bit of nostalgia for Doflamingo as his foot soldiers kept the walkway open, parting the crowd for the two of you when you’d first set foot onto these public docks.

It wasn’t so long ago after all when these very same peasants had been shouting his name alone in adulation for their new king.

But now they wanted to know firsthand if all the reports and speculation of his new interest were true.

In this, the kingdom of love and passion, its citizens were falling over themselves to get their first real looks at you. The woman who their most eligible bachelor and king had now expressed a public fondness for.

But as the king’s plateau and his palace atop it would soon be coming into view, he shifted on his feet, just enough to bump you with his hip as you both still walked.

The abrupt touch did have you looking up at him reflexively. Just like he wanted you to of course as he smiled down at you and another camera flashed.

That was going to be a good picture.

But over the shouts of those reporters and the crowd, they weren’t going to hear what he said to you either.

“You only get to see your new kingdom for the first time, one time, darling. Are you paying attention?”

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And of course you were. But there were so many other stimuli to consider too. You knew even now you were the marines’ sole representation on this island. So you tried to stay professional, walking without a limp in your uniform despite the pain. And not too entranced in any new sight or bothered by all the attention.

The thing you were finding most distracting though were these little things jumping around near everyone’s legs.

You knew what they were, but you’d never seen them in person. Especially when some small metal dog ran out nearly underfoot. Barking artificially with its metallic shine of purple polka dots before a girl grabbed it up to reclaim it, giggling bashfully at you all the while.

The living toys of Dressrosa is what they were, seemingly ubiquitous in their dispersal throughout the crowd. Each and every toy that you’d noticed was unique as well. Oddly cute in their own ways, but still strange as they begged for recognition from their human masters.

You didn’t know if they were fully mechanical, or perhaps it was something more akin to the homies of Totto Land in Big Mom’s territory? If they contained even a piece of someone’s soul that would be far more disconcerting to you. As far as whose piece it was and if there had been any consent to make them.

Either way, it was certainly strange and something you’d be wanting to learn more about in the future. But everything would be similar in that regard right now. All new and your mind not really knowing where to start before that massive landmass and Doflamingo’s main residence itself were then above you.

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“My officers are waiting for us in the Hall of Suits. I called them earlier to know when to expect us.” He’d spoken to you again as the lift doors had closed to bring you both up through the king’s plateau via the elevator. To him, it was a novelty to have to enter his own palace through the street level like this.

Normally he’d be coming either from the hidden underground port late at night, or just through one of the windows straight into his office or bedroom at the top levels if he really had been out in the city or beyond alone for some reason.

Which he’d absolutely be bringing you out there for a private tour of the island at some point. At least the public portions of it anyway. Secrets would have to come later. He knew you were too intelligent to be kept in the dark for very long. But he needed far more safeguards in place before you could learn too much.

Those real reasons he and Dressrosa both had become so much wealthier just in the two years he’d now run things here. The revelations would come in time. But when they did, he’d already promised himself that you’d have a ring on your finger and a baby in your arms. Because then you’d have no way to leave him without losing your life or the child’s. He’d make any other options of true escape impossible for you.

That was the primary reason for his urgency on that call with Caesar today. Because he did hear that clock ticking in his head. Every potential weapon he had, had to be used and it had to be now. He wasn’t going to come this far just to lose you so soon.

And it truly should be unholy, how easily he was still able to offer you a warmer smile even as these thoughts rattled in his head.

You had looked up at him then, and the need for closeness overcame him as he took your hand again. The reporters had been left outside. It was only his foot soldiers in the lift with you to witness that sudden affection.

Them staring in result of it too as the doors opened again and he walked you into the main palace entryway for the very first time, his hand tight around yours.

He liked the feel of it so much. Just like in Scylla as the two of you had walked those streets together. Your hand absolutely disappeared within his, but that warmth did not.

The sense of ownership so comforting to him along with it as he pulled you lightly, leaving the foot soldiers to their duties elsewhere.

And at the last moment, he was feeling content enough to add a bit more fun to this too.

“We’ll take a shortcut through the courtyard.” He spoke to alert you, but without explaining why of course.

Because he knew exactly which type of his royal subjects would now be lazing about out there in the evening sun hoping for even a crumb of his attentions.

Unless he instructed otherwise, every morning the palace gates would be opened for them. Of course there were rules, attire that was required for admission for instance.

Always, it was the smaller those bits of bikini fabric, the better as he’d then led you out under the archway and their giggling voices erupted immediately at first sight of him.

“Your highness! Welcome home!”

And oh they were in full form today. More lithe bodies splashing about and sprawled in all the reclined chairs by his pool than was even customary. But he knew they would be. They had wanted to see you, their new competition after all. They wanted to judge for themselves how serious he was in all of this.

Even he wasn’t narcissistic enough to hope for much response from you however. Not immediately anyway. You just weren’t that easy to fluster in public when in uniform, with some exceptions of course.

But he would absolutely enjoy waiting to see if you carved out your own territory and put these girls in their place in the long run. They meant nothing to him of course, just time wasters to warm his cock in. And surely they all knew that too. But money talked, and he’d compensate them nicely when they performed well enough. They also heavily enjoyed whatever brief clout came from being his flavor of the week of course.

“Good evening, ladies. It’s good to be back.” Doflamingo did finally respond, letting those women hang on his every word as he tried to watch your reaction out of the corner of his eye regardless.

And you were watching them at least, not looking too impressed as he squeezed your hand a little harder.

“Perhaps we’ll be back outside tomorrow. I need to show the captain around the palace of course, but it’s been a long day already.”

Rarely would he have initiated conversation with them to this degree either, especially when just passing through.

But it was all for fun right now as he did see those pouty faces of theirs in response.

“Oh well, maybe tomorrow then! If she doesn’t have a bathing suit, she can borrow one of ours!” And they were giggling again. That mix of false politeness and challenge all at once.

You rolled your eyes, and that show at last of even the briefest negative emotion from you did make him laugh.

“We’ll see. I may have her too busy for all that.” And that was said in his deeper register. Enough so that that look on your face became more of a glare directed up at him as he grinned in return.

You didn’t like being hinted at as just his newest conquest either did you? But of course you were more than that. He just couldn’t help but be a bit catty too when there was so much of it going around at the moment.

He was tempted to grab your ass on the way out of the courtyard too. Enough that they would see it. But it wasn’t worth a full fight with you in this moment. Not when he knew you were about to be stressed enough as he brought you back inside and down that next corridor to the Hall of Suits.

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T⨂ BE

CONTINUED

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End Notes: As always, thank you so very much for reading! My Doflamingo fixation compelled me to write Chapter 1 of this fic initially as a smutty one shot after almost three years of my not writing anything. I just had to get it out of my system. And to my shock, a few people actually enjoyed it! So, loving the One Piece fandom as I have been, I kept going wanting to contribute the little bit that I could to the larger OP fan-fiction sphere in the name of this pink bastard.

Now that this has become a multi chapter story (rare for me even when I did used to write more back in the day), there’s concepts I want to touch on that I feel I couldn’t do otherwise in a one shot. And for those that have read this from the very first chapter until now, I wanted to give you that preview. So that you can decide if this is still where you want to follow.

The main thing I have been waffling on is whether or not Doflamingo gets his way on baby trapping reader. It’s like pandora’s box for me as I keep going back to it, picking it up, and then putting it back down. But in the end, I’ve decided to open the box. Because I, personally, have to know. I want to see which Doflamingo we get when he’s actually a biological father since he’s so weird about his bloodline anyway. And I feel it would have to be by choice like this. Because he’s too smart to let that happen by accident. So I can’t do it without all the setup that we now have.

Also, I want to see how this will affect Law. Because it absolutely will. When a truly innocent child is now thrown into the works (Law grew up with Buffalo, Baby 5, and Dellinger and knows they’re already as screwed up as he used to be). But also since this kid will be the next Corazon in title. So to carry that name, that innocence, and likely a strong family resemblance to their late uncle…it would be a mind trip for Law. Would he be determined to save them from their father’s influence in the same way that Cora saved him? Or would he still only be worried about his own revenge?

That being said, Doflamingo will definitely suffer for this underhanded bullshit he’s about to pull on reader. Karma is coming. I promise. He’s going to be put through it emotionally. Charybdis that started it all in Chapter 1 is going to be an island that will return to hurt them both. I’m also not done with Aokiji or Crocodile in this. They are diehard DoflamingoxReader antis. Aokiji because he truly cares about reader, and Crocodile because he’s watching a repeat of his own past trauma at Doflamingo’s hands and just does not want that shitbird to win yet again.

So we’ll see what happens. Nothing is set in stone as I do write in a very improv heavy style of letting the characters take it where it will go. But that’s what I can say for now. Thank you, thank you, thank you again! 😭

-Moonbaby26

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Title: You’re Coming Home with Me

(Doflamingo x GN!Reader quickie inspired by the images at bottom of post.)

There was blood on your knees. You knew you couldn’t take another hit like that, clutching your stomach as you tried to refill your lungs. Why did you ever think you were strong enough to make a difference in this alliance?

The people of Dressrosa were as good as dead now. And you along with them if you didn’t do something desperate. If you could just get up and run…maybe Law or any of the Straw Hats would still hear you. You could warn them. This plan had to change, you needed time to regroup. He wasn’t just a warlord. He was a goddamn monster.

And just as you thought that, just as you were somehow finding the will to get up again, that long shadow cast across you. That and the fucking laugh which accompanied it. As if all your pain and struggle were still for his entertainment alone.

A pretty new toy on his strings.

“Care to try that move again, little bird?”

And you couldn’t even fight back this time. He was already there and he knew your haki was drained by now. Maybe it would be over quickly. As he reached down, you thought about how you’d get the privilege of hearing your own neck snap.

But he grinned instead. Something more that he wanted from you in response to your resigned expression.

“Oh? You thought we were already done?” And that large hand was around your throat regardless, but lifting you back to your feet as if you truly weighed nothing to him. “No…not yet at least. This is the most fun I’ve had today, darling.”

And then you were being dragged. Your boot heels scraping ruts in the dirt amongst the rubble. He looked to the side, ignoring your reflexive sounds of pain. His officers were there awaiting his next command. “Tell me when those other brats show their faces again. I’ll be at the palace unwinding for a bit.” And at that he did stare down directly at you again, those blood red lenses glinting in the warm sunlight.

“You’re going to get one chance to make this up to me. So let’s see if you can at least make a better pet than you do a king killer.”

And you were in the air seconds after. Just a wounded animal snatched up by this freakish bird of prey. The predator was chuckling again too, almost mirthfully now with his arm tight around your waist. For all your effort, for all your planning, those sacrifices now meant nothing. All you’d done was given him a new plaything for his nest. One he could now feed upon at his sadistic leisure.

Image sequence yoinked from the facebook group ‘Moon Piece Vegaposting: The Flood is Real’ (name changes monthly 🤣) and the lovely admin Eli who is also a Donquixote family stan. Go follow his group. 🦩

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moonbaby26 · 6 days

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I’m obsessed with Doffy eye reveals. I love this, thank you. 🥺

So from what I can gather, Doflamingo has his mother's eyes :') I wanted to draw it for myself and he looks so much softer but damn I love him.

Apparently I read that Cora said Doflamingo really loved his mother which just hurts more :')

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Title: The Crane

(Chapter 11 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Doflamingo x Tsuru (platonic, mostly)

Chapter Warnings: language, heavy petting, emotional manipulation, mommy issues, implied praise kink, trauma response, blood, violence (flashback)

Chapter Synopsis: Still on Doflamingo’s ship as it nears Dressrosa, you and the Donquixote captain remain holed up in his cabin together. But after a much anticipated phone call, you finally learn a bit more about his and Vice Admiral Tsuru’s shared past.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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You didn’t speak. His wet fingers were moving through your hair, massaging into your scalp as you watched the soap further clouding the water around you both.

You knew Doflamingo’s purposeful movements weren’t those of contrition, nor were they mercy.

These lingering touches that now crept across your body were more like the tendrils of indoctrination.

Trust me. His hands said.

Need me. Exuded from that warmth of his hard abdomen now pressed against your back, and his bent legs still spread around you, walling you in on either side within the large tub.

You closed your eyes, the bathwater running over your face while he poured it from a metal pitcher, down above your head to rinse it.

Even if the warlord’s current actions should have felt pleasurable and excessively intimate, you were entirely somewhere else within your own mind then. Still replaying that prior violence you couldn’t reason with or accept.

To you, there’d been no honor on either side of that brief fight. But as skewed as things had already become between the two of you, you’d somehow felt as guilty over your own actions as you had been threatened by his.

Because you couldn’t forget that moment of his helplessness, the brief fear in his body after you had attacked him without warning.

Nor could you forget the bewildered rage in his mismatched eyes immediately after when he’d struck you back twice as hard. Not an ounce of regret or hesitation in his fist for you then.

“You’re shaking again…” Doflamingo’s low voice came as you felt those large hands move back to your shoulders once he had set the pitcher back in the bathwater.

You watched that vessel as it floated briefly empty, before it tilted enough to take on water and sink. The metal grazing your ankle under the water as the pitcher found the tub bottom.

“I’m just in pain.” You somewhat lied. The trembling was more an outlet of severe emotions. Stress leaving the body when you wouldn’t let yourself cry again in front of him.

And at that, those same long fingers massaged across your collar bone before sliding up and around your throat.

You waited for his hand to close there too as it normally would. But he only chuckled, actually caressing your jaw instead as he stretched his legs out further.

Those lean calves with the fine blond hairs running down them came out of the water then as Doflamingo lifted both of his ankles to rest them on the far edge of the tub.

He was all too comfortable. A continued insult really, when even now he must not see you as truly dangerous to him. He couldn’t, to be so content with his wet legs spread on either side of you. A devil fruit user willingly lounging in water to be made more vulnerable.

“And you’re just as pretty with all these bruises you know.” He spoke that twisted compliment abruptly rather than any apology of contributing to them.

You felt him toying with your hair again next, just before his hand slid down your front, gently cupping the breast he’d bitten so harshly earlier.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not now or then. And you breathed out, with just the sheer audacity of him.

“I don’t see how they’ll ever heal either. You don’t give me a break.” You responded, albeit with the back of your head leaned into him all the more as his fingers started lightly massaging your exposed chest.

“Mmm?” He made that noise and you could hear the bit of a grin forming again in his next words. “But you liked how I handled you in Scylla well enough. Don’t forget all that just because you thought you’d already be running back to Momonga by now. You were going to use me and run again…”

Of course he’d thrown focus right back on you with that. As if he was never responsible for anything with his extreme reactions and manipulations.

“I didn’t use you.” You managed. But you knew he’d never take real blame regardless. “And yes, I did like it there. I liked when you were in a good mood. So are you just going to sell that villa now?” You still tried to divert into something less important yourself as you weren’t in the mood for another argument.

“Should I?” He answered so immediately though, surprising you a little when he accepted that shift in topic that easily. His hand was still roaming between your breasts before he closed his legs enough for his thighs to hug either side of you again beneath the water. “I was thinking you may like it as a wedding gift actually. You barely got to see the island after all…I’m sure you’ll want me to take you there again won’t you?”

And at that you did twist, enough to try to look up at him. You knew this was bait. Of course you knew this, but how could you not react?

He was really smiling too. It actually carrying up into his uncovered eyes as well. The right eye at least looking mischievous in the way it narrowed. The left clouded as always as he loosened the grip of his legs around you. He let you shift so that you could face one another again in the bathtub.

“Well?” He still goaded a little more in response to your stare. “Would that be acceptable to your tastes, woman? A private vacation home for Dressrosa’s soon to be queen? After all, why would we want anyone else living in and sullying our very first nest?”

And you wanted to just blurt out that he was full of shit, especially then. Or to at least say that you couldn’t be bribed half this easily. Which was true. Real money and all the extravagance that came with it did little for you in the end.

But the way he’d said the last part specifically. It did bring back those mental images of being twisted up with him in that bedroom in Scylla. Day and night as he’d mounted you like a beast in heat and kissed you up and down over and over again before falling asleep in each other’s grip for the very first time.

The city where you’d played pretend with him as well. Holding hands and eating and dancing. Watching fireworks light up the dark, side by side like you’d never truly hurt each other again.

“Then when can we go back?” You finally replied. Maybe daring to think for even a moment that your boldness would call his bluff.

Because of course you rather be in Scylla if there was a choice. Even after all that had happened now, it was still the island from your childhood dreams. And more of a neutral ground for you both to be sure.

Yet Doflamingo didn’t falter, that wicked grin only growing as his right eye locked onto yours.

“Fuck, woman. We could turn this boat back around right now and elope if you’d like. But…I know you are a little worse for wear right now. I want to get you protected back in Dressrosa first. Now that I’ve put your name out there, you may have more new ill wishers than you realize.”

And that was something you hadn’t even considered yet at all. Pirates always had enemies. And the bigger the pirate, the worse they would be. But they couldn’t know whether you were something Doflamingo would negotiate for either. Actually, you didn’t even know the answer to that yourself.

But he was still talking as your attention went back to him.

“We can plan something more public while you recover. I’m not against that church in Scylla as our venue in the end though. Because can you imagine our guest list? Every pirate and marine that’s even worth a damn? And then shove them all together? Not sure even I want that kind of mess on my doorstep in Dressrosa. If we take the party to another island though, the cleanup becomes someone else’s problem.”

“You’ve…actually thought about this already.” And as guarded as you still should have been, some tiny part of you did feel thoroughly floored at the idea of returning to that famous church in such a context.

A beaten down brat, just a daughter of a literal whore out of a starving town in the North Blue could never have even fantasized to that level. Just seeing that church in person had seemed impossible to you for the longest time.

But to be married there?

Even if fake and loveless, even with chains and caveats stretching to infinity, there was something both awful and amazing in that concept.

“I think you’ve thought of it too.” He taunted, surely noticing that conflicted expression on your face. His white teeth practically beaming down at you with the wideness of his smile. “Though I do need to still get you a ring. Big News Morgans is trying to hurry us along, hinting it as a secret engagement already. But the very moment I do call you my fiancee publicly, I’m going to make sure that everyone knows it.”

And he’d bent his back and neck forward enough to lean into you again. This time face to face as you allowed it, even welcomed him as you sensed that sudden softness.

It was another deep kiss as he parted his lips to let you in. Your eyes were still slightly open, enough to watch his close as he made a pleasured sound.

It was back to affection now. These mind games he played that you just couldn’t overcome.

His hands were on your arms, helping to hold you up as you moved more onto your knees. One kiss transitioning into another and another. Your sore face was still aching all the while as his tongue gently swept across your mouth.

“It’s going to be fine…” Doflamingo breathed abruptly between that exchange. “…because you’ll endure anything I throw your way…won’t you, darling?”

And there seemed to finally be the summary of his approach with you right now. Instead of working on his own self control to not repeat this kind of damage again, he was going to simply trust you to survive it.

He was making this your current responsibility…not his.

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You didn’t bother to put any clothes back on. You only had so many clean uniforms in your luggage. And you feared Doflamingo just ruining more of them as your still damp body now lay on his mattress.

Like magic, all the blood stained sheets and bedding had been changed by his servants while the two of you had been in the bath with the door closed. And there was then a tray of hot food and another couple bottles of wine with clean glasses waiting.

The food was some rice dish with poultry and lots of peppers that you now declined, stretched out and resting again instead while Doflamingo ate.

He remained nude as well, sitting cross legged on the bed beside you with paperwork in one hand that he was reading. A spoon in his other as he ate from a bowl that was hanging seemingly precariously in mid air.

More strings were supporting the bowl of course, a unique substitute for a table as you’d actually started to fall back asleep.

You’d been through so much in just the last twenty four hours. And the quiet was mostly all you wanted before a transponder snail had started ringing abruptly.

As your eyes opened again to that noise, you saw Doflamingo looking around. There were multiple snails on shelves throughout his large captain’s quarters.

But this ring did sound more muffled as he emptied his hands, then sliding off the bed, and walking to try and track it.

You didn’t care at all though. At least not until you saw him crouch near your bags.

You’d spent nearly the entire day on this pirate ship by now. The sun had set again and this was the first time your snail had ever rang.

He cast you an annoyed look back over his shoulder. “Well…which of your boyfriends do you think this is?”

And you tried not to show any emotion in response as Doflamingo unzipped the bag roughly. The silence from your fellow marines to this point had been more proof to you that you were truly on your own now.

Just as Sengoku had made Momonga stand down, that directive must have gone out to everyone. Even when you still couldn’t fully understand why.

But you said nothing to the pirate. He was going to do what he wanted. You just watched as he pulled that snail up and out, bringing the receiver to his ear with a scowl.

“You’ve reached the Donquixote pirates. We’re a bit busy right now.” He mocked, already turning to walk back towards the bed with your phone still in hand.

Yet then his eyes widened and you saw him stop immediately.

He took a breath and the corners of his mouth shifted back up in what seemed like an almost nervous smile. He looked down to the ground, listening. For several seconds even to whatever the unknown party was saying to him before he made eye contact with you again.

And his tone had completely changed then. Smooth, but cautious. Careful as he started to walk to you again. “How harsh…really. She’s fine, Tsuru-san. She’s right here.”

Your heart had absolutely jumped into your throat at that name of course. You were then sitting up instantly as Doflamingo slid himself back onto the bed beside you. The snail now between the two of you as he clicked it onto speaker without you even having to fight him for it.

“Vice Admiral!?” You blurted, just relief and hope and so much dread mixing all at once as some last remaining wall within you started to further crack.

And she too made a sound of audible relief even within her clear anger. “Thank heaven. How badly are you hurt?”

You did see Doflamingo’s body bristle slightly at the question, but he was fully disregarded by you both in this moment.

Your voice remained rapid, but stressed. You had waited so long to hear her again. Even now in your utter shame for everything she must already know.

But work always came first. And it was so much easier to debrief on the initial cause of your injuries rather than what had worsened them today.

“I’m so sorry, Tsuru-san!” You were trembling again. You felt that wetness in your eyes beginning already. “I screwed up. I got pinned down protecting that girl. I didn’t ration my armament well enough. And-”

Tsuru said your name fully then. Kind, but so effective in silencing you in that heavy tone you’d so rarely heard from her. “No. You did exactly as you had to do. You saved that girl’s life. But that’s not what I’m asking you about. Has he hurt you?”

And this time Doflamingo refused to be ignored, leaning in to loom over that snail as his voice rose to snap back. “If anything, she would have bled out without me! Throwing her life away for that Nefertari brat! Would you have rather had that happen, Tsuru!? Should I have just left her for whoever really did it to take revenge at their leisure later!?”

The room was quiet after, his emerging petulance so evident. But you were right here in front of him. You saw his chest muscles tighten, and his hand clench into the bedsheet as well.

This was more than anger. The look in his good eye was actually becoming something closer to desperation then. But Tsuru read that tone in his words even better than you. She’d known him far longer.

“It really scared you that badly then…did it, boy? You thought someone was going to take something from you?” Tsuru questioned flatly.

And Doflamingo’s tense mouth hesitated, surprise edging into his eyes next.

“You possessive, childish, selfish little brat.” She continued, bitterly even before he could retort. Not letting up in her accusations. “You panicked. You made a drastic move, and now you think you’ve won? But you have no idea how to care for another person! You’re only plunging head first into another disaster.”

His teeth grit and his hand moved from the bedsheet to hold to you instead at that. His arm actually went around your waist as he drug you back into his lap all in one strong movement.

You tried not to make a sound that she would have heard with the pain that caused. But he spoke right over you anyway.

“It won’t end that way! Because she’s not weak! She’ll heal, and then I can teach her to be even stronger. She’s already learned all she can from you. And I told you this was what I was going to do! I told you goddamn years ago!”

So rarely had you gotten to hear both sides of their arguments. But this was not the confident and antagonistic Doflamingo you would have expected. Even as combative as his words sounded, his body language still didn’t match it.

The nervous rate of his breathing, the way he was holding you so tightly now. As if you might slip away somehow. Away from him and back to her all over again.

“Even you can’t be this deluded.” Tsuru spoke. Calm by comparison, but her own anger sounding so much deeper. “You can’t lock her away. She’ll never thrive. She’s not meant for a cage. No matter how pretty you might pretend it can be. Dressrosa would be a prison. And a marriage to you nothing more than an additional tightening of the noose.”

You felt a twitch in his hands. And you heard the growl before he spat back. His words addressed to her, but his cheek almost against yours as he’d draped himself around you fully then, still seated together with your back against him. “I fell for a marine, Tsuru…so she can stay one if that’s what she really wants. She can sail again. As long as she still comes home to me!”

And you heard her scoff instantly. A woman who had no time at all for his nonsense. A woman who had heard it all before in a hundred ways. “I do wish we could believe you. I wish you were anyone else but what you really are. What you choose to be, boy.”

But Doflamingo did quiet suddenly then. As if she may as well have reached out and slapped him through the glaring eyes of that transponder snail.

“Tsuru-san…” He breathed. His fingers had slid to interlock with yours against the bedsheet. Hands now together without your consent as he squeezed. You could feel sweat forming on his palm. “I’m exactly what you all made me to be. I didn’t choose a fucking thing of this misery.”

And then they were both quiet. All you knew then was that you didn’t want to be between them in this moment as you waited for something violent to happen next.

You waited for him to explode, and Tsuru so many seas away, to only be able to hear it when he would. You could feel the tension still rising in his body.

But that all ended the very moment a new tone emerged from her. One you did know as Doflamingo raised his own head from your shoulder at the sound of it.

A mother’s exasperation.

“Doflamingo…you did choose. You chose your path and Rosinante chose his. You both had the same starting point.”

He actually chuckled at that after another moment, but it was still a different kind of laugh. Weak and only reflexive now. She had done something just that easily with her voice alone as you felt him subtly relaxing. Like water cast over that fire. “And you never told her did you? About me? About him? You white coats and all your goddamn secrets…”

“No.” She affirmed. “All that is a conversation whose weight deserved to happen in person. Yet you couldn’t bloody wait until I could get home!”

And he was smiling, no longer angry then as she snapped at him instead. Like they were trading that energy back and forth. But his voice was thick, taunting again now. “I’ll tell her later then. How you used to hold me, and wash the blood from my hair. Those long nights in that medical tent. Back when you used to actually love me.”

“He was ten and in triage at our field hospital.” Tsuru corrected immediately, surely anticipating your absolute brain break from his words. And she scolded him just as fast too, her own built up anger going nowhere soon. “Quit making everything sound disgusting!”

But he just doubled down, speaking to you instead. “We used to sleep together too. She wasn’t entirely such a mean old woman then.”

“Literal sleep. Gods, if you were in my reach, boy!”

“Her devil fruit washes do start to feel good after a while you know.” Doflamingo sounded so much more like himself now.

“Joke all you want to try and divert from what’s coming for you. She’ll get wise to every trick of yours soon enough, just as I have.” She told him.

And she called your name again then, seemingly refusing to waste any further energy on him.

“I’m still here, ma’am. And I’m alright.” You assured as you did answer her. But trying to convince yourself of that as much as anyone. “I’ll keep my head up.” Of course you wanted to spill your guts to her. You wanted to confess it all. But not like this. Not in front of him.

“We’re still in Lyra. But it’s finally winding down. And you shouldn’t have to be dealing with any of this alone. The absolute first moment we can sail for Dressrosa, we will.” She promised you.

And Doflamingo huffed, his large hand squeezing yours again where your fingers were still interlocked. “You’re welcome on my island, Vice Admiral. Because you have tact of course. Your crew as well. I’m sure the captain here will want to see all her ‘sisters’ before the wedding anyway.” But his teeth bared a little again as he warned regardless. “Yet if any of your lessers…her little boyfriends for instance, try to make a move, you know I won’t be near as accommodating.”

“You’re not stronger than the current admirals, just so we’re clear. More malicious and cunning than them certainly. But not in brute strength.” She answered with no hesitation, throwing that warning right back to him.

“Strength is knowing their weaknesses, dear Tsuru.” He purred in that way of his, lips still pulled back cruelly as he nuzzled you none the less.

And at last you felt like you were really dreaming. As if you had fallen asleep before this transponder snail ever rang.

You must be in some psychotic break of a dream. Because you couldn’t actually be sitting here, nude with a warlord’s soft cock against your ass as he held your hand and nuzzled your neck. All while he also threatened your colleagues, almost flirting with your commanding officer, and referencing what he really thought would be your soon to be wedding with him in the same breath.

“She wants to get married in Scylla. You might as well go ahead and tell Sengoku to start preparing. That island’s going to need a hell of a lot of security then.” He also bragged, grinning all the while. “I’ll let you know as soon as we set a date.”

“You’re such a prideful fool.” Tsuru sighed at him and you could fully picture the way she’d pinch the bridge of her nose and hang her head in stress. Like when arguing futilely with Garp. She knew when she was absolutely wasting her words.

“Terms of endearment only you could get away with.” He retorted. “Well…and maybe your disciple here. You’d be proud of her. She hasn’t lost that fire yet.”

“I’m always proud of her.” Tsuru said, completely sincere.

Quick enough too in her praise to make you bite your bottom lip slightly as there could be no way you still deserved such a compliment from her level. Not after all this that you’d drug the marines into now.

“And me?” Doflamingo asked though, and that need in him was evident just as instantly.

You supposed some semblance of a rapport could form even between enemies when the chase went on long enough. But this exceeded even that.

He wanted validation, he wanted her focus. It reminded you so much of a child who would act out purposefully. Because even a return of negative attention was better than receiving none at all.

And she knew the game. You could hear it so plainly in her dry response. “I’d be impressed if you did let her come and go freely. And if you postponed this marriage nonsense all together.”

“Feh.” He grinned again. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“I will be on my way to Dressrosa soon.” She reiterated in further warning.

“And we’ll be looking forward to it. It’s been too long.” He just teased right back, but it almost sounded warm from him then.

She sighed once more. “I have to hang up now, (Y/N). I have no choice as we have enemies nearby. This area is still a hot zone and we need to keep moving. If I can’t call you tomorrow, then call Sengoku at least. I want daily checkins. You understand?”

To make sure you weren’t dead? To make sure you weren’t being tortured? What could they really do for you right now anyway? But you answered dutifully regardless. “Yes, ma’am.”

Doflamingo made another disapproving sound, yet butting in before the line could disconnect.

“Well, take care then, Vice Admiral.” And he snickered, mouth curving so mockingly. “Love you as always.”

And you absolutely froze, briefly stunned before you turned your face to look back up at him.

He had his left eye closed, like it was bothering him again. But it made him look more like he was actually winking, his smile then falling on you instead.

“He doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Remember that. He’ll use it against you like any other tool.” Tsuru retorted, as if she really had battled this so many times already. “Be strong. We’ll talk soon.”

And then came the click. The snail closing its eyes once more as you returned to this imprisonment on your own.

Doflamingo purred again though once certain the call was done, that odd mix of a growl and a hum in his still tight chest as his hands moved back over your breasts from behind.

“You’re lucky to have had so many years with her.” He said then, the quiet of his voice actually matching the almost tender way he was now massaging your chest.

You did feel the bit of sweat still on his palms though as he cupped you and his fingers dimpled into that soft flesh.

He really had been nervous. But he was using your body to come back down from that anxiety now.

And the calm silence that followed only reinforced that. You leaned the back of your head against him again, resting as he began stroking up and down your torso idly.

For so long in fact, that you’d started to close your eyes once more. Being petted soothingly really while your breathing grew deeper and more rhythmic.

“You never ate anything.” His deep voice dispersed that brief haze of sleep suddenly though as you felt him nip the top of your ear. “I don’t want my woman wasting away.”

Admitting a pirate could ever be right was still extremely difficult for you. But you only wanted rest, even as he finally let go of you and you were forced to sit up on your own again on the bed.

“It’s paella. A recipe straight from Dressrosa.” He told you, while a bowl of that chicken and rice dish from earlier came floating over with the movement of his fingers. He suspended it over the bed for you just as he’d done for himself earlier. “The peppers are normally only a garnish. But I like it hot, so my cooks always put more. Pick them out if it burns too much.”

And he’d given you a spoon after. Followed by a glass of wine he himself poured.

He hadn’t finished his own serving before Tsuru’s call though. Going back to his bowl too now as the two of you shared dinner in bed together just like this.

And he wasn’t kidding about the peppers. You had to pause and down some of the wine more than once when that heat had built up too much on your tongue. But it’d definitely woke you back up then, letting your mind go to thinking about that surreal phone call before you were the one to finally speak again.

“You said you’d tell me the story. How you and Tsuru really met.” The vice admiral had insisted he’d been only a child then. And you couldn’t shake that image now either. Doflamingo actually being small or weak at any point in his life.

And both of those warlord’s eyes were open again. He was watching you. “How she and I met? That’s quite a tale to start right now. Are you certain?” But the dark smirk as he asked this in return said more than enough as well. He clearly wanted you to know.

He’d just finished his own food as he dropped his spoon into the bowl and moved it away. Whatever contracts he’d been reading earlier also fluttered from the bed as he put your transponder snail on the nightstand. He grabbed one of the wine bottles before returning to the mattress with it as he propped his back into the pillows.

Of course you were both still fully nude. And Doflamingo kept his legs open enough to purposefully show you everything. Soft cock hanging, impressive even at rest as he took a large swig straight from that bottle.

“Fine, love. I’ll tell you. But I want you back over here as soon as you’ve emptied that bowl. We’ll change your bandage again, and then I’ve got something else you can fill your stomach with.” He gave his cock one lazy stroke, letting it flop back down over his sack as he spread his knees even more with a lewd smile.

You must not have looked too thrilled in this moment as he laughed after, another guzzle taken from his wine bottle before he went on. “So…let’s see. The night I met Tsuru. That would have been…goddamn. Twenty three years ago. How time flies.” He closed his left eye again. His smile tightening, closer to a sneer so quickly as he tapped one long finger against that heavily scarred eyelid. “The very same night they took this away from me.”

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It was back in the North Blue. The most pain Doflamingo had ever known to that point in his life. So much so that he must have kept blacking out while Homing had carried him on. But he remembered Rosinante’s crying from below all the same.

“Papa there’s so much blood, please Papa…is Doffy still breathing?” The other boy would absolutely not stop whining.

But neither would Doflamingo. Incomprehensible words escaping him even through sobs as his father had held him against his chest while they hurried through those woods in the night.

He couldn’t open his left eye at all any longer. The pain coming from that side of his face had made him feel as if those villagers had ripped the flesh to the bone. He knew he must be disfigured. He may even be dying. But he absolutely refused to do that yet even as his blood thoroughly soaked through Homing’s shirt while he’d cried against it.

“They said there was a field hospital,” The man was panting, carrying his badly wounded oldest son while the youngest still held his pants leg desperately, almost being drug along from below. “Only a bit farther, boys. Please, it’s all we can do.”

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And when they had finally gotten there, it’d been a blur of uniforms and rifles. Doflamingo remembered the guns slung over so many shoulders. It was not a hospital at all as he had known the meaning of the word.

It was a slum. A muddy city of tents and angry faces. But Homing was begging, not an ounce of godly pride left in that worm as he’d tried to hand over his already brutalized child to these filthy strangers.

For the last time in his life Doflamingo had actually clung to his father regardless though. Not trusting anything or anyone in this new nightmare as he’d started to screech again. It was just too much. These were just more humans. Ones with guns. The others had only had sticks and pitchforks and arrows, and look at what they had already done to him.

These soldiers would learn what he was and shoot him dead here in the mud. Just as he would have done to them if they’d crossed his path when he’d still had any power.

The power he’d lost when Homing had stolen it from him and sentenced them all to death in this surface world.

So Doflamingo was screaming and of course Rosinante was still crying in response. And soldiers were just yelling at them all to leave. Saying that this was a war zone and a restricted space.

It was hell, in every meaning of the word in that chaos.

But from nowhere, a voice had suddenly been louder than even all the others. And there had been that intangible force behind it.

“ENOUGH!”

The voice of a leader. Doflamingo knew that, even instinctively as he’d felt hands pulling him from Homing and all the others fell silent.

He was then against a new chest, still trembling as he felt an arm go around his back.

“We’ll treat the boy.” The female leader now continued as she held Doflamingo against her. “But civilians cannot stay here. This is an active military zone. Captains, escort this man and his other son back out of here.”

“Yes, Vice Admiral!” They agreed so immediately.

“Wait at the next town to the south. It may be several weeks before we can move our encampment. We will deliver your son back to you there when we move again.” She said with such practicality to Homing. As if this was just what she was made for, calm and infallible.

“Captains, get his name and all his information while you escort him.” She added as Doflamingo felt her also cradling his head. The blood didn’t even faze her.

“Yes, ma’am!” They even saluted her before she’d turned to walk away as she carried him.

Vaguely he could still hear Homing and Rosinante’s blubbering. Saying thank you, goodbye, or both.

But Doflamingo didn’t care. He could feel his rescuer’s warmth, her strength in that moment. And when she spoke to him, he finally gave in. He was practically limp against her, no longer fighting.

“We’ll get you a numbing medicine and clean that out before it gets infected. Obviously you’re going to need stitches.” She was telling him as she carried him to the nearest medical tent. No false platitudes or comforts offered. These were the concrete things that they were going to do next to fix this.

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Of course he’d learned her name soon enough. Vice Admiral Tsuru from marine HQ. The marines were the humans that served the world government as a military power. He knew their top ranks answered direct to the Five Elders themselves.

So in these seas of vermin, that meant she had been rewarded to still be placed on a higher pedestal than the rest. And he could easily see why. Every time she was in the medical tents, the others were subservient to her. She completely commanded the space.

Sometimes she’d have a rifle slung over her own shoulder when she did arrive. But hers was more intricate than the others. Somehow he knew that too. They got standard supplies, she had her own.

But there was still much more to her than that. In time, it was obvious that she was also a mother. The other staff knew what to do, but not always how to do it with him.

“You haven’t even gotten the blood out of his hair?” She’d noticed at one point.

“No ma’am, he wouldn’t let us-“ the male nurse had tried to explain as she easily interrupted.

“He’s a child. You don’t let him decide.” Tsuru had said, but her expression not actually stern in those moments.

Doflamingo had still protested of course. Likely more from fear than anything then. Human hands had only beaten him, skewered him, and burned him before he had known Tsuru.

But that is when that mothering side most came out of her. Something he’d thought he’d forever lost before then as she stood behind him and washed his hair for him one night. Just some soap, a bucket of water, and a cup as she gently had worked out the dried blood from his scalp with her bare fingers.

“How is your eye gauze today? Do you want me to change that dressing while I’m here?” She asked calmly too as she helped him clean up.

“It hurts. But yes. You can change it.” He found himself answering her more and more easily too as the days had passed, even as he still refused to speak to any of the others.

It got to the point that not only did he tolerate her, but he actually waited for her. He was beginning to understand her schedule. There was a battlefront nearby and this encampment was protecting the rear. She was in charge here, but for hours at a time she’d disappear. She was out there fighting he knew, and when she’d come back, more wounded would sometimes come with her.

She personally checked on all of them. And when that was done, she would come check on him as well. On the days she looked more tired, he knew perhaps there had been a setback. She took it personally whenever any of her underlings were harmed.

“But wouldn’t that be their own fault? Why help them when they fail you?” He’d asked her one day as she rested in the chair by his cot.

And she’d actually looked a little amused. Maybe because he was finally being inquisitive and interested in anything at all again as a boy should be.

“That’s not how leadership works.” She’d told him so easily too, never knowing how very much every word back then would influence him for years to come. “It’s my job to know the strengths and weaknesses of everyone in my command. If they have failed, then I let them get into something that was over their head. You don’t punish them for that. In my crew, they’re my family. We live and die together. So I’ll have their back and they’ll have mine.”

Their little chats would sometimes go on well into the nights too. She rarely seemed to sleep. She was protecting him, protecting the whole encampment.

And there were cold nights in those tents where he’d even allowed himself to be picked up again because he couldn’t stop shivering.

She hadn’t said a word, not humiliating him as she’d pick him up from his cot, wrap him in an extra couple of blankets and hold him in her lap. Letting him bury his face against her as she sat in one of those chairs again.

And he’d never say thank you or admit it was the deepest sleep he’d ever had since descending to this world. But he had felt a true sense of safety then, cocooned against her on those nights.

Of course time had still passed far too quickly. His eye was healing, even if he’d never have full sight in it again. And they were starting to pack up supplies, revealing that they would soon be moving again as battle lines shifted.

Tsuru had come to bring him extra rations again that night. He was sure she went without food herself at times just to give him double, her seeing how malnourished he’d been at first arrival here.

So it was like that again, only him eating while she rested in the chair when he finally proposed what had been weighing on him for days.

“When you move again, I want to go with you.” He said it as forcefully as he could in the near empty tent.

And her eyes had reopened, looking at him seriously. “You’re too young.” She responded somewhat simply at first. But she was not discounting his potential. It was not an insult. “And you still have a family waiting for you. That’s a rare thing in this part of the world.”

“That man is not my family!” He’d erupted immediately too. Even as a child, that venom could come out in his voice rather quickly. “My life is like this now only because of him. I would have died already if it wasn’t because I just refused to! I want to be strong again!”

And her eyes had narrowed a little as his voice rose at her. “There’s more to strength than just wearing a navy uniform. You’re only ten years old, Doflamingo. Go home and be strong for your family. When this war is over, this area will stabilize again. There will be more food and opportunities. If you’re really so strong willed, you’ll prosper despite the poverty you’ve known to this point. I know that you will.”

But his immaturity had still gotten the best of him. Because he became even more emotional despite her calm rebuttal, the tears finally starting before he could hope to stop it. “I don’t want to go back! I don’t want to live like that anymore!”

And he could see he’d likely ruined any hope he’d had of actually swaying her too. Just being that sobbing, angry little boy in front of her once more.

“You are a survivor, boy. Being here still talking now is proof of that. But I’m not looking for child soldiers. Not to mention it being illegal. Fourteen or fifteen maybe as a chore boy…but at ten? You only get once chance at a childhood. Allow yourself that.”

And as if to reiterate all this, she had stood and picked him up all over again so easily. She’d held him as he cried against her shoulder. Even the eye gauze getting so wet then in his frustration.

He couldn’t hate Tsuru though. Somehow he couldn’t as she’d held him like his mother used to. The last safety he’d ever known, until Homing’s ignorance to the real ways of the world had taken that weak woman from him too.

“I want…to go with you.” He’d still whimpered as she’d rubbed his back and his arms stayed wrapped around her neck.

And Tsuru had sighed. “Everything has a cost, boy. We all have our chains. Mine are that I have to follow orders. I have to lose friends, and sometimes even family though I don’t want to. I have to watch people suffer when I’m not given the tools to fully help them. Being a marine can still be a choice when you’re old enough to make it. But it’s not the only path.”

That was the very last night he’d fallen asleep with her in that chair too. Him crying off and on as she’d stroked his hair and given him those lasts embers of unconditional affection that’d be all he’d have to hold onto for literal decades to come.

The next day she had gotten orders from HQ to move the encampment. And she’d had to stay there, seeing to all of that as she’d assigned other marines to escort him back to the town to the south.

Back straight to Homing and Rosinante and their damned suffocating world of weakness. The one that only Trebol had finally broken him away from in Tsuru’s absence.

But Doflamingo had still wanted to see her again. He’d wanted to show her his new strength and to have her be proud of him in his own way. As different as things could have been, he still so desperately wanted that woman’s attention and her approval in the end.

Yet if he couldn’t have that, he’d settle for being her enemy and imagining the regret in her eyes every time she’d seen his bounty posters and their ever increasing values through the years. Every time she’d wished he’d be the good son instead of the monster the world had made of him.

But even after everything, after years of blood and death and sacrifices. Somehow she had never stopped caring, and neither had he.

That was why she lived even when all his other rivals had fallen. That was why he still felt like that nervous little boy whenever she raised her voice to him. And why his heart beat so fiercely even at the smallest hint of her praise.

That was why he loved her.

The proof that he still could, in his own way at least. And he could say it as many times as he wanted because neither of you would ever believe him. He was free.

Free to feel whatever he wanted. For both the crane that had mothered him. And her daughter, the swan he had now trapped to become his own queen.

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T⨂ BE

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Thanks for reading!

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moonbaby26 · 7 days

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Per canon, Doflamingo’s favorite food is lobster. His least favorite food is barbecue (because of the time he almost got barbecued by the peasant pitchfork brigade). But the fact he eats lobster tail at the pool like it’s a damn chicken leg…come on, Doffy. 🤣

Also, whose job do y’all think it is to wash that furry couch? That is entirely the wrong material for um, rigorous outdoor use.

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #doflamingo one piece #op doflamingo #doffy #doffy one piece #one piece #one piece fandom #one piece doflamingo #doflamingo op #op doffy #donquixote family #gladius #machvise #one piece card game

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moonbaby26 · 9 days

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Meeting and falling into obsession with someone at an EXECUTION? Yeah, that would track for Doffy. That’s like *chef’s kiss* level romantic atmosphere for him.

While the kill bill siren of red flag warnings would be going off in Croc’s mind all the while. Maybe it was also after a bad break up with Dragon and Croc was still feeling vulnerable? Damn toxic ass flamingo. New life regret unlocked for Crocodile in 3…2…1…

How Doffy and Croc first encounter probably went like:

This happened after Gold Roger execution.

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moonbaby26 · 9 days

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Angry baby bird. Sorry, that mirror only shows those with souls I guess? I’d still adopt him. Little shit. You’re going to learn empathy if it kills me/us/everyone. 😤

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moonbaby26 · 11 days

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Just a cool thing that happened today. These are the only two One Piece things currently in my office. No Doffy! Shocking I know, but I still don’t consider that man work safe/consumable for general audiences 🤣.

But our normal FedEx guy was delivering stuff and needed a signature. Nobody was up front so he ended up wandering back to me. He saw the Mihawk poster and immediately was telling me how he wished the fan theory of him being Rayleigh’s son would be true.

And I was in full work mode and had to pause, mentally buffer for a moment, and realize he was a One Piece fan. But it was so unexpected as I wouldn’t have guessed him as one. Stupid of me as there is no age or demographic that has ownership more than another. But fandom connection in the wild is such a special surprise.

#one piece #one piece fandom #fandom #dracule mihawk #mihawk one piece #one piece mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #op mihawk

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moonbaby26 · 13 days

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Doffy red and orange pretimeskip fits appreciation post. Once in his full Dressrosa era, this man pivoted from suave North Blue mob boss in tailored suits, to a permanently tweaked coke dealer in Miami aesthetic. And why the f*ck not? He’d won and he was riding high in permanent vacay mode in his new kingdom. You know this skank consistently lays nude at the pool to not have tan lines too.

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #doflamingo one piece #op doflamingo #doffy #doffy one piece #one piece #one piece fandom #op doffy #one piece doflamingo

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moonbaby26 · 14 days

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Moments before disaster, also known as the day Bellamy sold his soul.

Bellamy made the biggest mistake of his life and did it all with a smile on his face.

He thought he’d found a great pirate that deserved his loyalty and admiration.

But the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

(If Bartolomeo is the Straw Hat fan self-insert, I’m saying Bellamy is for the Doffy simps. Which I am one. Betting on the absolute wrong man and going down with this ship. Halp. 🙃)

#doflamingo #one piece doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #op doflamingo #doflamingo one piece #doffy one piece #doffy #op doffy #one piece #one piece fandom #donquixote family #bellamy one piece #bellamy the hyena

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Title: Black Swans

(Chapter 10 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader (implied), Smoker x Reader (implied)

Chapter Warnings: language, violence, blood, unprotected vaginal sex, physical abuse, obsessive/toxic relationship

Chapter Synopsis: As Big News Morgans’ spin on you and Doflamingo’s new relationship hits the front pages worldwide, enemies and allies react. The past is also reflected in the present as Doflamingo’s need for you remains a danger for you both.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

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It was barely dawn, the perfect time to be going through her morning stretches as Tashigi swung her sword gently. Moving slowly from one stance to another, extending her body and holding her balance in each position as she did so.

Being on deck this early gave her more room, and less snickering from some of the other crew. But still being one of the youngest aboard, she had been working on getting a thicker skin about that kind of teasing. So many of her fellow sailors still only treated her like a little sister at best.

But, that wasn’t wholly unwarranted either as her glasses slid down her nose and she did nearly fall, ducking as a large bird swooped right past her head abruptly.

And then another, and yet another as she straightened up in surprise while the watchman in the crow’s nest above called down to her. One bird had landed by the swordswoman, but many more were still passing overhead as they were spreading out to the other ships dotting the horizon this close to the island they were patrolling past.

“Grab it, Tashigi! What’s got the news coos so riled up this morning?” The watchman yelled.

“I’m trying!” She had to push her glasses back up to even see the bird clearly. And it spread its wings a bit impatiently as she did reach and take one of the many papers from its leather pouch before it flew again for its next delivery.

“Well!? Who did what, sword girl!?” The watchman still was calling out loudly.

“Hold on!” She was now fighting to get the paper unfolded in the sea breeze to view the front page as she started to read the headlines first.

“Princess Nefertari Vivi was almost kidnapped!” Tashigi yelled back. “Um, she wasn’t though. And then Warlord Doflamingo got engaged…to her? Huh!?”

“What!?” Some other deckhands shouted in unison from the railings above.

“No, wait my glasses are dirty! That can’t be right…” Tashigi was getting flustered, realizing some of the salt spray of the waves had gotten onto her lenses again.

“Someone take the paper from her!” The watchman shouted back to the other deckhands.

“Why are you all goddamn screaming!?” Smoker barked back at them all then, now coming up the stairs from the galley.

He had his cigars already in his mouth. A mug of hot coffee still steaming as he carried it in one hand.

“Smoker, sir!” They saluted. “Captain on deck!”

But he was scowling, seeing Tashigi nearly lose the paper to the wind as she’d been trying to clean her glasses against her shirt.

“Just give me that already!” He chided her, snatching the newspaper away with his other hand.

More crew had wandered back to deck at the commotion and were clearly waiting as their captain’s eyes went to that front page.

But everything went silent. Silence except for the wind fluttering against the sails and rigging above. At least until Tashigi abruptly yelped. The young woman having to quickly move her feet away from that splash of scalding hot coffee as Smoker’s cup fell to the deck.

“Smoker-san!?” The others called out in surprise.

Both his hands were gripping the paper now as he quickly turned the pages, glaring eyes slightly widening in disbelief the more he read and saw the pictures that accompanied it.

“Get me the long distance snail, now!” He yelled back to the crew members still hovering in the doorways.

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“They are not engaged, Garp. Goddammit quit making this worse!” The Fleet Admiral snapped back at his friend, speaking loudly over the cacophony of snails still ringing throughout the office.

“In our day, if you took a girl’s hand and made a picture like that, that’s an engagement! The little shit knew damn well what he was doing!” Vice Admiral Garp insisted just as stubbornly. “And that’s not the worst. The worst is coming for you. Tsuru tells you to watch out for that girl and now you won’t even let Momonga intervene? You’re just going to have that pink jackass carry her off without a fight!? Tsuru’s going to skin you alive! As she should!”

“Listen to me for once in your wretched life, you idiot! I was specifically ordered to stand by! You think I want to sit here and do nothing!?” Sengoku still argued back, their competing voices more than echoing down the hall at this point. Even before the door had swung open and in come Kizaru and Aokiji to join in on the already chaotic scene.

“Sir, that pirate doesn’t have the authority to do any of this! King of Dressrosa or not.” Aokiji spoke immediately, uncharacteristically awake and even riled this early in the morning as he came to stand before the desk.

That contrast of Aokiji’s strong reaction all the more stark in comparison to Kizaru’s who merely strode over to the couch against the wall. Taking a comfortable seat there instead as he spoke easily. “Just send me, Fleet Admiral. I’d be in and out in no time to pick her up if Momonga is too worried about the optics of it. They wouldn’t even see me long enough for a photo. Just say she had another assignment that came up is all…simple.”

Sengoku’s currently harsh gaze moved from Aokiji, then to Kizaru before he started to speak in return.

But yet another voice cut through before he could. The last of his three admirals now filling that open doorway, large arms crossed like a wall across his chest. “This mess is what Momonga deserves for letting that woman board his ship in the first place.”

Kizaru only raised a curious eyebrow at those new harsh words, but Aokiji fully pivoted to turn in an instant and face Akainu as they stared one another down.

“Oh, get over it.” Akainu answered in response to that new look of insult on Aokiji’s face. “Every thing that girl touches ends up this way, doesn’t it? Think with your real brain for once, Kuzan. The best thing you ever did for your career was to let that one go.”

Kizaru whistled in reaction to that genuine barb, the very slightest smirk on his face before multiple things happened all at once.

Steam shot to the ceiling as Akainu had raised his forearm to block the incoming ice. The ice which had hit his magma skin then sending scorching heat in all directions as Kizaru disappeared with a yellow flash from the couch.

Aokiji was thrown immediately down before he could even attempt another blast however, Vice Admiral Garp grabbing his former student by the back of the collar and taking him to the floor in one decisive shot like a misbehaving child.

As Aokiji’s chest had slammed to the ground, Kizaru only appeared again at the other side of the room. The yellow suited admiral now holding the bleating pet goat that had previously been in the damage radius of all that steam.

Sengoku sighed loudly as Kizaru walked the unharmed animal back over to him, its little bell ringing while it kicked its legs helplessly before it could be set back down near its master.

Aokiji shifted then, pinned to the ground on his stomach still, and too surprised to properly resist really as Garp’s other hand had twisted the ice admiral’s arm so easily behind his back to further hold him there.

“Bet you didn’t think this old man could still move that fast, did ya, kid!?” Garp laughed loudly. Not even putting in that much effort to achieve such an iron grip before he did let Aokiji up again once Akainu had reverted back from his magma state.

All this transpiring just before a large part of the now heat damaged ceiling collapsed into a haze of dust and cracked plaster right down onto Sengoku’s new carpet.

The Fleet Admiral’s teeth were fully grit as he pushed his glasses back up his nose while that dust cloud spread. His blood pressure rising with it as his new voice left zero room for further disagreement.

“Here is what we will NOT be doing any further this morning! We are the pride of the goddamn navy! And we will not be instigated into infighting all because of one, spoiled brat of a pirate!”

Garp scoffed, unimpressed and prompting a brief glare of death from Sengoku, who only continued unabated.

“And going forward, none of you three are allowed to engage Doflamingo without my explicit approval!” His eyes locked directly onto Aokiji’s in that moment as well.

Intel had of course gotten back to Sengoku by now of Kuzan’s unsanctioned trip to the warlord’s residence on Sabaody. Sengoku hadn’t known the extent of things then. But Doflamingo’s new behavior in addition to Aokiji’s reaction to it were now more than enough to make this picture of jealousy all too clear. “And if these orders are disregarded, strongest disciplinary measures will absolutely follow!”

And all three admirals gave varying signals of surprise to those words. At least seeming to agree on one thing, that the choice of inaction was never the preferred path when faced with a pirate’s clear disrespect of the uniform.

And Sengoku’s voice did lower again even as he still seethed. His hands were far more tied than they could ever understand. Not until one of them finally sat in this chair one day.

“This comes straight from Mariejois as well. The government is intending to milk this fiasco as a public distraction I’m sure.” It was already being framed as some goddamn fairytale thing. A king publicly falling for a soldier, or more specifically a sailor in your case.

But Big News Morgans had to go above and beyond even that interpretation as always.

In Morgans’ version, you were actually the knight out there saving your princesses. A subversion of the normal children’s archetypes. And King Doflamingo had taken notice, now choosing you the knight instead of said princesses.

The only thing Sengoku truly couldn’t tell his men was that a warning of this very thing had already happened, years ago. And that both himself and Tsuru had clearly misjudged the longevity of that danger.

She was going to be furious, just as Garp had said. But more at herself than anyone.

Because Rosinante had insisted to them many times that tragedy would be the result if they didn’t keep you far enough from his brother’s influence.

You were only one of many topics that had come fast and desperate in those shorter and shorter phone calls before the end. But one that the marines would now be forced to face as their own failure once more.

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You could walk again at last. But with that return of feeling also came terrible pain. Your thigh ached all the way to the bone, skin pulling against those makeshift, string sutures with every step. It was all you could do not to visibly limp as you’d walked past all those leering pirates on either side of you while you boarded Doflamingo’s ship.

Your head was still held high, rope dart weapon wrapped on one shoulder, and your long marine coat moving behind you in the last of that Scyllian breeze.

The characters on the back of your coat read boldly as “justice” in stark contrast to the struck through, smiling jolly roger now being hoisted above you to shadow the deck below.

The Donquixote pirates had concealed their ship’s true ownership when arriving. But there was now no further need for discretion, especially in the spectacle that this morning had already become.

No, you knew full well that Doflamingo wanted those reporters on the dock to document his victory while his banner flew proudly above your head. Every additional photo from their flashing cameras having to be something you chose to ignore as you did your best not to falter before so much public scrutiny.

But even you didn’t have the mental endurance right now to stay above deck for long after. As soon as you felt you’d put on enough of a show of indifference, and that the camera lenses were too far at last to reach you, you’d disappeared down the first set of stairs you’d found.

Down into the tight wooden hallways of someone else’s ship as you put your back to the wall and finally trembled.

Whether from mostly anger, or exhaustion, or still just plain shock, you couldn’t separate the emotions trying to overcome you anymore.

The pirates did keep their distance from you then at least. You suspected that they’d been strictly ordered to. No one following you into that dimly lit hallway but their captain himself.

The small space feeling all the more claustrophobic then as you looked up into those reflective red sunglasses while his large palm splayed on the wall above your head.

Pink feathers brushed against you in that closeness. His scent so apparent again as you tried not to stare at his bared chest from beneath the now open coat and shirt.

He was back in full form now, body heat radiating as he bent in enough to speak against your ear.

“You did well…I’m proud of you. But it’s enough now. No one’s going to hurt you here.” And yet even as he said that, his other hand was feeling up across your injured thigh.

You did wince without being able to help it at even that light pressure, and you heard Doflamingo’s resulting smile in those words which stayed contrastingly soft beside your ear. “My wounded little bird…come rest those wings with me. You have no reason to fly anymore.”

And you knew what he was going to do before he did it. He’d done this last night as well when helping you out of the ballroom when you still couldn’t walk.

You heard him chuckle too as your arms went around his neck instinctively this time. Making it easier on yourself to not be jostled as much while one of his arms went behind your knees and the other behind your back as he lifted you up to carry you the rest of the way down the hall.

All the way to the captain’s quarters as his strings had pulled the door handle down. His knee easily nudged the door open before he carried you across the threshold into his bedroom.

You heard the door shut and lock behind you almost immediately. Likely his strings doing it all now even as he kept carrying you straight to that oversized bed.

He clearly preferred these luxuries, even at sea as your back was finding his plush mattress soon after.

And he was still smiling, reveling in this really while you watched him push his sunglasses up as you now laid beneath him. He let those glasses rest in his blond hair, exposing his then prideful eyes so soon to you again before he leaned back down to kiss you.

You were absolutely done by then. You’d never slept last night. You’d never had a chance. Awake the entire time, arguing and then eventually pleading to Vice Admiral Momonga. You didn’t understand why nothing could be done. You knew Momonga had called Sengoku. That they had argued too. But nothing had changed.

All your things had still ended up offloaded from Momonga’s ship and handed over to actual pirates instead with the simple report that you were indeed being assigned to Dressrosa for now. Effective immediately and with Doflamingo gloating all the while as he had never left your side last night. He hadn’t slept either, just having his servants pack back up the villa that you’d only briefly gone back to to clean yourself and change before this walk of shame to port this morning.

And now here you were. In a bed with him all over again as he kissed and stroked you. But with a rare gentleness that you were sure was only temporary and brought on solely from his current high of success.

You’d let him slide that coiled rope dart right off your shoulder. Your weapon placed onto the nightstand before he’d untied and slid your boots off for you as well. Then kicking those curved black shoes off his own feet before he pulled his legs back up to further ensnare your body as you lay together.

With his arms holding you too, you disappeared a bit into all those soft feathers of his coat. But he kept his face against yours in the open air above all that pink. Still smiling even as he let his eyes already start to close.

“Sleep for now, love… We won. And we’ll be home soon.” The demon promised.

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“Hey, what’s he doing now? He was the one telling us last night that we’d have to hurry before we’d miss the tide this morning!” The boy with the orca shaped hat exclaimed.

“I don’t know, he’s been staring at that stupid paper since we left him here earlier.” The other boy with the penguin hat answered.

They were fussing amongst themselves, struggling to carry all the supplies they’d purchased in town as they made their way back to the cove.

Their equally young, teenage captain was currently sitting on a rock near the water’s edge. The crew’s yellow submarine listing gently as high tide began to recede around it. This morning’s news coo paper still in his hands.

“Um, Captain?” The polar bear mink that had been walking beside the other two boys asked almost timidly next, sitting his own supplies he’d been carrying down into the sand before he moved forward.

Law’s eyes shifted, coldly glancing to the side at his friend as the bear approached.

Bepo squirmed immediately under that stare, but didn’t give up yet. “The tide’s going out…we won’t be able to clear the rocks if we wait…”

“I know that. It’ll be another twelve hours until the water’s deep enough again.” Law sighed at last, that stiffness in his shoulders breaking somewhat.

“Sooo…are we’re staying here then?” Penguin questioned with a head tilt.

“No, get in the damn submarine!” Law stood from off of the rock, the newspaper now rolled in his hand as if he might smack them with it.

“What are you so moody for!? We’re getting in the sub!” Penguin whined, nearly running into Shachi as they both clamored to get back onto the deck of the Polar Tang in such a rush now.

But Bepo held back, fidgeting a little as Law still stood there in the sand.

While the others loaded the vessel, the mink noticed how his captain had already unrolled that paper again. At least enough that even Bepo could now see the tall blond man in one of the main headline photos. That man’s eyes concealed by a red mask, but his smile entirely unsettling. At least to someone like Bepo as that man also held a woman’s hand who was so close to him in the photo.

“She looks afraid.” Bepo said before he could help himself. Noticing that detail too, even where someone else may not have. It looked like a nice, even loving picture of a couple otherwise. Except for the man’s off putting smile and the woman’s concerned eyes.

Law’s chest rose and fell, he looked to the ground a moment before staring back to the bear. “He’s the pirate I used to work for, Bepo. He’ll do anything to get what he wants. I’ve seen him do it.” Law’s voice actually even wavered there, just for a moment at least before that emotion was buried again.

Bepo’s dark eyes widened though, picking up on that too before a warm paw went onto his captain’s shoulder then.

For once, Law did allow that attempt at comfort too. Only bristling slightly, but not pulling away as he revealed even more. It was so rare for him to talk about his last pirate crew. Yet when he did, these negative feeling always tried to force their way out of him.

“I thought she looked familiar.” Law said. “But I saw her name and then it finally clicked. Corazon…the guy I told you about. He tried to help her too once. To keep her away from him. But Doflamingo always wins. Even after this long. Just like he got Dressrosa. Just like he got immunity with the government.”

Law sneered then as well, almost in a mirror to that strange smile from the photo in the paper in that moment. “What kind of karma is that, Bepo!? Why can someone like him just keep getting his way every time!? While people like Cora…they just disappear. They just get erased and forgotten!”

“But you didn’t forget Cora.” Bepo answered so sincerely then. Bravely really, and with no hesitation as Law stared at the mink in return.

Law scowled as his bottom lip shifted just a single time before he pulled away. As if it had wanted to quiver. “Yeah. I didn’t. But we’ve got a long way to go before I can do a thing about it.”

And he’d stormed off at that to help the others finish loading the submarine before the tide would leave them. Bepo then hurrying faithfully behind him as they regathered the stack of supplies now falling over into the sand.

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But later that same day, after the supplies had all been packed away and the course to the next town fully set, Law had still slipped back away from the other boys. Further into the submarine under just the excuse of sitting to practice his powers again.

They hadn’t even left the North Blue yet. They didn’t even have a real crew yet. Not in his critical mind at least. They were still just kids sailing around in this submarine that Wolf had gifted them.

Everything right now was just the very first building blocks to the dream Law had had…or the nightmare rather. The things he wanted to accomplish one day with this second life that Cora had given to him.

But he hadn’t been ready to feel these emotions again so soon, nor had he realized how raw it all still was for him. Not until the very moment he’d seen Doflamingo’s hungry grin on that newspaper this morning,

A monster that was still feeding on others even now, still taking, never sated as he only ruined one additional life after another. It was the same kind of destruction that Cora had given everything to spare Law from.

And as the boy sat there alone, making small rooms atop the table with the movements of his hand, that newspaper and its triggering images still lay before him.

There was finally a shine of wetness in Law’s eyes then, no one else to see it now before another flick of his fingers had that paper levitating before him. Just for a moment before he jerked those same fingers to have one of his pencils shooting right into the newspaper. It stabbed a hole straight through the throat of that man he still hated this intensely.

It was like being there all over again though. Law remembered exactly who you were now. It’s not that he particularly cared about you as an individual of course, you were just another victim in a sea of the same. But the difference to him, was how clearly your capture showcased Doflamingo’s true tenacity. That devil’s willingness to play the long game every time.

Because it’d been so long since Corazon had spoken of you. All that time that Doflamingo could have fully moved on to literally any other obsession with anyone else. But true insanity didn’t work that way. And Corazon had understood, and thereby feared that part of his brother more than anyone.

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It had been several years ago. The Donquixote crew celebrating as they always did whenever narrowly escaping Vice Admiral Tsuru’s warship. Partaking in their usual routine once returning safely to their hideout in the North Blue.

But that night had still been different. Doflamingo had been different. The change even noticeable to Law. The young boy, pale and tired sitting on a torn blanket on the floor as he dismantled and cleaned each of the many guns one by one that the older crew members had handed off to him. His assigned task that Buffalo was supposed to assist him with, but somehow never did.

Baby 5 had been giggling, also skirting her normal post mission responsibilities, playing instead in one of the treasure boxes. One of the heavy chests that Senor Pink and Gladius had just dropped on the middle of the floor before they went back outside for more.

Law knew that Buffalo and Baby 5 often got additional leniency in exchange for the usefulness of their powers in battle. But Law had nothing like that. Just his brain and his aching hands, the amber lead spots larger on his skin every passing year as he still cleaned the guns dutifully.

Doflamingo himself was sitting in the leather armchair nearby. One glass of red wine after another downed. Not participating in any of that tedious manual labor of course, but smirking at Baby 5 all the same as she’d run over to him with a gold crown she’d found in all the loot even that quickly.

“Young master! This is for you!” She beamed, with some oversized, jeweled necklaces already hanging down her dress nearly to her knees as well while she offered the headpiece only to him.

That was when Law had first realized the odd mood the Donquixote leader was really in as he’d leaned down all the way, having to bend at his waist to bow his head enough for Baby 5 to crown him, her arms fully outstretched and on her tip toes as she did.

And once that crown was on his head, he cocked it slightly to the side intentionally, straightening back up with a grin as Baby 5 curtsied before him. “Your majesty!” She giggled again, then running back to the additional treasure boxes as Senor Pink and Gladius had returned with yet another one behind it.

Buffalo grew interested in all that gleaming gold too of course. The larger boy and Baby 5 starting to then bicker over some stupid antique coins they’d found, before they’d dropped them all and some went rolling.

Law was still most intent on their leader though, too used to the other children’s immaturity already. He had seen Doflamingo look over to Corazon next who was seated on the couch beside the master’s chair having a smoke.

“What do you think, little brother? Too much or not enough?” Doflamingo was outright fishing for compliments then, wine glass still sloshing in his other hand as he motioned to the crown.

But cigarette smoke was all that came out from the other Donquixote in a silent puff as usual, Corazon shrugging before stretching out his lanky legs across the floor without much opinion.

The pirate captain only looked somewhat disappointed at that lack of reaction, before an interruption of annoying laughter had both brothers looking back to the doorway anyway.

“Behehe! It really suits you, Doffy!” Trebol barged in then, with Diamante close enough behind him through the door. Something white was folded in Diamante’s hands. “But we’ve finished unloading the ship now, and we have one more surprise for you!” Trebol declared.

Of course Doflamingo’s eyes could not be seen beneath those red glasses. But Law had noticed the way Corazon’s eyes had instantly widened, if ever so briefly as that white fabric was unfurled from Diamante’s grip.

Doflamingo too had straightened up in his seat at the reveal however, cruel smile reforming across his face so instantaneously. “Oh? And who exactly did that get ripped away from?”

It was a marine coat. The standard issue, long and white. At least formerly white, with small blood stained holes and rips now marring it here and there. Particularly where one sleeve had partially separated at the shoulder.

“Well, Doffy, you’d told us you’d seen that girl again this morning. But only through the spyglass when she was with Tsuru.” Diamante now spoke, wearing a wide smile of his own from almost ear to ear. “Well, this afternoon while you were indeed occupied with Tsuru, we found the girl again on our own. They were trying to sneak up on us from behind. Between Trebol and a I, we were able to separate her from her colleagues.” At that, Diamante tossed the coat across the room in one smooth movement.

Doflamingo caught it easily, but still watching his officers.

“My apologies though.” Diamante added. “I did have her by the back. But she still slipped right out of it. She’s quite fast. We knew you’d still appreciate the trophy regardless though. But I assure you we won’t miss such an opportunity again.”

And even still being that much younger then, Law remembered the way his stomach had oddly turned as Doflamingo’s long fingers had probed through one of the bloody holes in that fabric, finger curling alongside his ever darkening smile. As the Donquixote captain’s head had tilted, he’d pumped his fingers briefly through that blood stained tear as well, as if in test. “So this is really hers?”

“It is.” Trebol assured, voice also different then in a way that had made Law completely forget the gun oil still in his hands.

Law almost spilled the bottle of that oil actually as Doflamingo had suddenly pressed that collar and the shoulders of the dirty coat to his face, taking an audible inhale of whatever scent may still remain from its owner.

Law had never seen a person actually do such a thing. And Corazon was staring as well as Doflamingo began to laugh, one fist still clutched into that coat as his white teeth gleamed in real pleasure.

His laugh was loud and shaking up from within that deep place those most intense ones came from. Enough so that even Baby 5 and Buffalo had finally stopped their bickering, silencing as they looked to the young master.

“Well done. All of you.” Doflamingo finally managed. And he’d spread his legs as he leaned back in the chair, yet another glass of wine soon down his throat as he let that coat lay across his lap.

His cheeks were actually slightly flushed by then, whether from the intense laughter or all the alcohol. He was not himself.

At least not the Doflamingo that Law had long learned to both respect and fear as Corazon had also seemed uncomfortable, watching his brother as well.

Staring enough that Doflamingo had finally looked back to Corazon. Those red lenses reflecting the light, some other king’s crown still caught in his spiked blond hair.

“Don’t be so judgmental, Corazon…don’t you want your brother to be happy?” And there was still an edge to those words, almost a challenge.

And suddenly Doflamingo had stood. He grabbed the wine bottle itself as he did. Not the glass. He turned that entire bottle up, his adam’s apple moving up and down with the sound of the remaining liquid leaving the bottle as he drank every last drop.

He left the empty bottle as it fell. Just the coat was still in his hand as he walked, but his other hand grabbing Corazon by the back of the neck as Doflamingo had passed behind the couch.

Corazon did nothing to fight back, nor did he react with any surprise. Still smoking his cigarette as he tilted his head back for them to then look at one another as Doflamingo loomed over him.

“Tsuru thinks I won’t have that girl…but I will. And you two can both be wrong together then.” He was smiling wide again, before he leaned down. That cruel mouth nearly against his younger brother’s ear before he whispered something else into it.

Law could only watch as Corazon’s breathing stilled at whatever those words were, an unreadable look in the Donquixote officer’s red eyes before that moment had passed just as quickly.

Doflamingo then shoved Corazon abruptly by the neck as he rose back to his full height. Seemingly just taunting his little brother all the more. But rough enough as Corazon, clumsy as he was anyway, nearly fell forward off of the couch. Embers dropped from his cigarette to sear little spots into the top of his pants.

And Doflamingo just watched as his only blood family tried to sit back up and brush off those hot embers simultaneously before they could burn him.

“I’m going to bed.” The captain did announce to everyone though, pulling at his pants a little as he did, like they were bothering him. His face still seemed somewhat flushed. “You all do whatever the fuck you want.”

“But it’s only nine.” Buffalo said somewhat stupidly. Normally all their drinking and eating after successful missions went well into the night.

“He didn’t say he was going to sleep.” Diamante grinned.

None of the kids understood this part of it then.

But Doflamingo only chuckled, truly a little drunk by then and fully unashamed as he carried that coat with the marine girl’s blood and scent on it into his bedroom and slammed the door.

Corazon had stood up not long after as well, looking somewhat stricken still and flashing a piece of paper to the room that said he was going out for a walk.

Law had ended up following him too. Not immediately of course, but long enough after. When the other adults were too drunk to give a damn where anyone else might disappear off to.

Things had already started to change between himself and Corazon by then. Corazon knew about the D. in his name. And Law knew that Corazon could actually speak.

So when he did find the younger Donquixote, far from the hideout and sitting on a pile of scrap metal in the moonlight, Law hadn’t wasted any time.

“What the hell is going on with the captain? He was being weird all day.” The boy fussed abruptly.

And Corazon had immediately startled, nearly dropping his cigarette as he glared back to Law.

But he also saw Corazon look around. Very carefully in fact before suddenly the ocean waves in the distance could no longer be heard.

“Is everybody else passed out already then?” Corazon still spoke low, even while using his devil fruit power.

“Well yeah, I’m not stupid.” Law retorted, the chip on his own shoulder still so big at that time in his life.

“Strongly disagree.” Corazon deadpanned anyway, taking another drag on his cigarette. “You wouldn’t be out here otherwise, kid.”

And of course Law snapped right back, more of that young petulance front and center. “Well you’re out here! So you’re as dumb as anyone!”

And that painted smile had spread a little there. Corazon looking down at him again. This time, not hardly as cold. “Heh. You don’t know the half of it.” But he did flick his cigarette, letting some of the ash fall before he put that bad habit right back up to his lips.

He mustn’t have felt like arguing right now though. He’d looked more tired than normal even for Corazon. “And as I know you won’t damn go to bed until you’re satisfied…fine. Let’s talk. The answer is that my big bro is having a rough day today. He’s got marriage on his mind.”

“What!?” Law had stammered immediately.

Loud and abrupt enough that Corazon had almost dropped his cigarette again. “Stop doing that!”

“Then stop saying stupid things! Our captain’s not going to marry anybody! Did you fall and hit your head again, Corazon!?”

“Well…maybe. But calm the hell down! Trust me, that word has an entirely different meaning for Doffy. It’s not a nice thing.”

“Huh?”

And Corazon sighed. “Look, do you swear you’ll go back inside and go to bed if I tell you this? You need to quit damn worshipping him anyway. Maybe you’ll start to believe me for once.”

“Okay, I swear.” Law had just said without hesitation.

“Quit holding your fingers behind your back you little jerk.”

“I wasn’t!” Law lied.

Corazon rolled his eyes. “You’re too young to understand anyway. But my brother doesn’t just like things. He owns them. He controls them. And if he really likes something, then hell…it’s over.”

“What?”

“See! You are just a dumb kid!”

“I am not! It’s not my fault you can’t explain anything for crap!”

And Corazon groaned. “Okay. I’ll give you an example. Your parents were both doctors right? So you know how bodies work? ….But have you ever held a bird? Especially a really small one? Did you know they don’t have a diaphragm?”

Law’s eyebrows had lowered in more confusion. But yes…he actually did know that from old biology lessons. But he was shocked that Corazon would. And he still didn’t understand how it had anything to do with the topic at hand.

“Well what happens to something without a diaphragm if you put pressure on its chest?” Corazon asked next.

And Law did have to think about it, just still completely caught off guard in the random turns of this conversation. He knew exactly what the muscle of the diaphragm did. It was used for expansion and contraction of the chest, allowing the lungs to inhale and exhale.

But birds used a combination of air sacs with rib movements to achieve similar if he remembered right. But without the strength of a diaphragm, the force they had available to expand their own chest would be much less. So he quickly reasoned that a strong enough external pressure would stop that movement completely. They’d be helpless.

“It…wouldn’t be able to breathe?” Law answered, still unsure if this was the pieces he was supposed to connect.

And Corazon did blink. “Yeah…I guess you’re not so dumb after all.”

But before Law could fully react to that additional teasing, Corazon had looked far more serious.

It was an expression that actually made Law nervous again. Because both of the Donquixote brothers had a similar way their facial muscles stilled when they were really considering something.

And it was intimidating. Even on someone like Corazon.

But the man had already seemed to make up his mind to say even more though as he eventually kept on. “Well, we weren’t always pirates you know. When we were just kids, we did have some pets. I guess that wasn’t too weird compared to everything else. But Doffy had a favorite. See…our mother had these birds, swans actually. And then those birds had babies. But only one liked Doffy. This little black one that never bit him.”

And Corazon sighed then, fully putting out what was left of his cigarette as he shoved the butt into the dirt beneath the scrap metal pile. His broad shoulders had sank somewhat. “So can you guess what happened to that little bird, kid?”

Law just stared for a moment, but finally nodded. Corazon’s somber body language making it all too clear as Law watched the man stand then.

But somehow Law still felt like he had to say it out loud. Because this was the lesson that Corazon had wanted him to understand. The only reason all of this was being confessed at all.

“He held it too hard…he killed it.” Law spoke into the darkness.

And Corazon’s eyes were pained. Proving that this conversation was also about far more than a child’s one time mistake. “And he’s never learned since.” The lanky man replied before he had started to walk, Law still following behind him as he did.

It wasn’t really a conscious thing yet to want to stay together. Neither of them fully realizing that shift in allegiance already beginning in the boy.

“Hey, Corazon…” Law did look back up at him after a while too.

“Yeah?”

“What did your brother whisper to you back there to make you run off? You looked really weird when you heard it.”

And Corazon scoffed. “I already told you. He’s got the future on his mind. He thinks he needs to check some certain boxes once we’re in the New World. And she’s one of those boxes. You really don’t want to know what the rest was about though. Let’s just say it must be flamingo breeding season whenever she’s around and leave it at that.”

“Ew! That’s gross! You’re not supposed to tell me that!” Even then Law was pretty sure you weren’t that much older than him. And he did know how reproduction actually occurred. He knew in the context of old medical textbooks at least.

“Well then don’t ask! That’s your wonderful leader, kid.”

The now former leader who was still smiling this many years later, so disconcerting in that newspaper as Law continued to glower down at his pierced photo in the present day.

And the more Law stared at that image of you and Doflamingo, the more he realized that the black feathers in the mask you wore were the same as a little bird’s who had stopped moving within a child’s hand once.

The same black feathers that had been stained with so much blood in the snow as Corazon had also taken his last breath.

Doflamingo was now on his third black swan.

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Something was tickling your cheek as you finally opened your eyes and lifted your head slightly within the feathers.

The haze of sleep was slow to recede as you tried to get your bearings.

A heavy arm was over your back. Those pink feathers encircling you as you tried to silently blow away the loose one that had landed on your face.

It all carried his scent. Those expensive colognes you hated to admit as already becoming so used to. He didn’t always wear the same one. But you could pick any of them out immediately by now.

And you assumed you’d see those bicolored eyes of his watching you hungrily as always when you’d finally glanced up from your place against his warm chest.

But you did pause at the view that met you instead this time.

Doflamingo’s eyes were closed, lean face relaxed. His lips were parted as he breathed audibly, deep and steady. The red sunglasses were still barely hanging on in his hair where he’d left them, completely skewed now and almost endearing in that lack of care.

He was absolutely out.

And you could not stop staring, a bit in awe at how truly different he looked this way.

One of your hands was still on his chest as you realized in this new stillness that you could even feel his heartbeat beneath your splayed palm.

You bit your lip slightly in your further odd reaction, the responding warmth and tightness in your own chest making little sense.

Of course he had a heart to move his blood around. Of course he couldn’t hold those face muscles into a look of cruelty even in his sleep.

But he looked younger like this. He looked like a man that would have had real friends. A man that would have woken with a real smile for you. A man who never would have hurt you.

An extremely pretty lie once more.

Gently, you removed those sunglasses from his hair regardless, sitting them quietly on the nightstand before they would fall to the mattress. You sat those infamous glasses on top of your weapon there beside the bed. Not missing the significance of those barriers both being set aside willfully now.

And you laid back down as gently as you could afterward. His bare chest still your unexpected refuge while his rhythmic breathing never changed.

It should have made you even angrier, that he could do so much to you and still sleep this soundly. No guilt to be had in him at all.

But it was far more complicated than just this. He was both the cause and the relief to so much pain as your eyes had soon closed again.

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The transponder snails in his quarters must have all been put on do not disturb that morning. Because you and that warlord did sleep half the day together like that.

The first thing you’d remembered next was him finally stretching. That warm torso you were still pressed against tensing and then relaxing again as you felt large hands starting to roam over you. It felt like he was checking how much clothing you were still wearing actually.

Which was all of it. Both of you had only taken off your shoes before passing out here. And you did contemplate feigning like you were still asleep to see how much longer he would leave you alone.

But it was quickly pointless. A hand was then beneath your marine coat and starting to tug your skirt down from your hip already as you grabbed his wrist in response.

Your injured thigh was still so sensitive of course. You were trying to protect it as your sudden movement did earn a chuckle from him. “Relax. I’m not going to open up your wound…though you wouldn’t be in this situation if you’d quit trying to save every brat you come across.” He both greeted and chided you simultaneously as you’d awoken.

“They were going to kill her.” You argued, albeit without much bite to it yet as you were still not fully awake.

“Maybe…probably.” He smiled at your lingering sleepy tone. “But it happens every day, love. Much easier just to focus on your own family going forward and leave it at that.”

And you felt your skirt being pushed up then instead. Him changing the tactic slightly, but still clear on his intent to get that fabric out of his way. “I still think you’d like one of your own.” He said next though. Voice just as taunting while his fingers were now playing with the sides of your underwear.

“I already have a family,” you said plainly, but still not really looking at him.

“I don’t mean our crews and you know it.” His tone darkened some at that, his grin back all at once as his hands grabbed you by the arms.

And before you could fully process, he had pulled you even closer to bury his face into the collar of your white marine coat. Fully into the fabric while you heard him breathe you in.

The sound was like an animal, catching onto a scent it so desperately wanted more of. And he stilled for that moment, only breathing in your body and warmth. Like your coat itself was triggering him as much as anything. Stirring up something even older as his voice finally came out again, albeit far more stressed. “Have I told you how very many times I’ve wanted to rip this uniform right off of you…”

You cursed though as he bit your fucking coat without warning after, right over your chest. That switch in him had flipped again. Something you had yet to learn to fully predict.

The pressure from his jaw still badly pinched your soft breast even underneath the two layers of fabric. His saliva coming off that long tongue as he only released the bite long enough to move your coat further open.

And when it was, he then had that wet maw back on just your shirt instead. He was sucking your breast even through the thin fabric. Bra also be damned as one of his hands did reach under your shirt to roughly push those cups up and out of the way before he bit down yet again.

“No.” He said, short and harsh then. Lifting his mouth just enough to scold you as you’d tried to of course push his face back away at the pain. “This is what I need….I’ve thought of the day I could really bring you home. I’ve wanted it so much…”

And you couldn’t possibly understand.

But that already growing bulge was tightening behind the bright capris pants as he pushed his still clothed erection between your legs next.

Your shirt was now sticking, wet over your breast as he started gradually thrusting as well. Almost fucking you without actually fucking you as your hands gripped into his hair in the growing pain.

If he thought this was somehow less rough than the real thing, he was fully wrong. All that pressure on top of your wounded leg, and against the bruises from bullets that had never pierced your skin. It was almost intolerable.

But he was spiraling quickly into his own problems, his own memories regardless. With his tongue then fully hanging out, he’d now jerked your underwear down your legs.

Your skirt was already bunched up around your waist. While the tented front of his pants ground against your then exposed slit as he groaned, tongue only briefly receding with his additional words.

“Why do you always do this to me…” He questioned, real irritation forming in that odd tone as his fingers started to claw at the drawstrings of his waistband all the same. Like he just wanted to shred them too in his growing impatience. “Fucking making me so hard it hurts…then goddamn running away all those times. I hated it so much.”

And he had risen back up, your hands falling away from him as he used both his own to pull his pants down. Open and loose around his ass then as his already precum smeared cock moved out into the air.

You made a pitiful sound of course as that wide head of it was immediately being drug between your folds instead. He had his hand around his shaft as he pressed the tip of himself against your clit and started so roughly rubbing the two against one another.

“You know how often I had to pump this goddamn cock for you?” He still asked, sounding angrier all the while. Even as he was edging your entrance and stroking his own shaft simultaneously. “I wanted you…but you started fucking marines instead. So I had to go fuck so many nobodies and a goddamned prick who still backstabs me every chance he gets.”

And you were starting to pant, hurting so badly as he was no longer paying any attention to his weight on your wounds while he straddled and berated you with this escalating nonsense.

“I didn’t even know you then!” You finally yelled back at him.

“And whose fault was that!? I was waiting for you!” He just snapped in return, just as he did push inside of you, making you cry out as always as you stretched.

But he still laughed even on top of that, starting to pump his hips as his hands grabbed tightly to your body beneath him. His fingernails dug in for purchase as he started fucking you harder and harder.

“Regardless…we’ve still got to make up for lost time…Scylla was just the beginning. You owe me so much more.” He hissed, the bed shaking in rhythm with his pounding into you.

That pink feather coat was still over his shoulders. Enveloping the two of you on either side as his animalistic drive showed no hint of slowing.

You were outright gasping in pain, and it was only encouraging him.

But the thing that finally put you over the edge was when you felt a new wetness beneath your leg. Warm and red as those string stitches gave up at last.

He had broken his word and done exactly what he’d said he would not do. Too rough, too needy, too much all at once.

The blood was pooling to stain your white coat still beneath you as your body then reacted on its own accord. His mind was too far gone in this current tangent, seemingly needing to torture you for crimes you couldn’t even know.

So you snapped on him in return.

Your fist slammed into Doflamingo’s bare abdomen so incredibly hard. Compressing it violently, with haki crackling out even the other side of his back as he had not had a single defense ready for you.

The gasp that came out of him was full of spit and even bile from his stomach as he crumpled forward.

His cock was still inside you as time seemed to stop. But the way his body reflexively pulled in on itself, and the way his arms came up defensively with his head ducked beneath them was still something you’d never seen from him before.

Because his mind hadn’t known he was in danger, he’d had no warlord level fight response ready. By surprising him that fully, you’d seen almost a cowering posture if for just that single instant in that man.

A body language you knew immediately as you’d experienced it in the past yourself. In that single moment, you actually saw the muscle memory from someone who’d been beaten before. An abuse survivor who’d grown into an abuser themselves.

That final thought weighed heavy in your mind before time restarted.

Strings jerked your arms viciously, holding them away so hard that your joints burned. Burned and stretched so that you could not possibly block before his own strike came down across the side of your face from his hand. The sound of the crack echoing through the room as you spit blood over the pillowcase.

You swallowed reflexively, moving nothing else but your eyes as you stared back up at him then panting above you.

Spit and the smallest bit of vomit was on his chin, his eyes wide and staring down at you.

But then he’d seen it at last. The red growing beneath you both on the bed.

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Doflamingo was still in shock, mind trying to catch up when he realized how wet his leg really felt. For the briefest moment he’d thought you’d somehow stabbed him as well. He truly didn’t understand.

Arousal and adrenaline and confusion were all one big knot in his mind as he still felt like he needed to puke from the force of that surprise uppercut straight into his guts.

And by comparison, you were calm. Lying motionless beneath him even after all of this. As hard as he’d hit you in return, your eyes were still clear and sharp. You were waiting for him to catch up on the situation. One animal watching another.

And finally he did have that higher moment of clarity.

“Goddammit,” he breathed at last, wiping the mess from his own chin with the back of his hand. That adrenaline which had been burning through his chest then changing to a more complicated feeling once again when he realized what he had done.

He’d misjudged his strings’ longevity on another person’s body was what it came down to. The makeshift sutures’ hold was apparently not as good when on anyone else but the String-String user themselves.

It wasn’t like he ever did this for others to really know any better though. His strings were for cutting down foes, not for mending his treasure.

And all he could do right now was replace them. Fresh strings as he ran his fingers over your wound yet again, smearing that new blood as he laced you back together. He’d just have to keep changing them until reaching Dressrosa now. He didn’t have a good enough doctor on board to handle this otherwise

Not one that he’d trust you to anyway.

And only when the blood flow had stopped again did he finally look back to your face. You still watched him quietly with blood staining down your chin. Some had even run to drip onto your throat and chest.

He hadn’t held back when he’d hit you.

And the composure you maintained, even with his strings glistening tight against your arms and all that blood remaining across your leg and down your chin made it impossible for him to lose his erection. He hadn’t even pulled fully out.

“I didn’t keep my word.” Doflamingo finally admitted however, still hard as anything between his legs as he watched you below him.

But his desire couldn’t be overstated. Every memory, every need, and all the times he’d laid awake fucking his own hand or whatever remnants he could find of you while just thinking of tearing you down one day. That had stayed with him so much more than even he had realized.

You were a fantasy become real. He didn’t know what else to do.

“I felt it ripping open…I just reacted.” Was what you said at last though. Not emotional, not accusing, just telling him why you’d done what you did.

And he did smirk at your straight forward approach. Oh, you were absolutely still a wounded little bird to him. But you now had so violently just reminded him that this little bird would still bite.

You were so unlike the random, pretty strangers that normally passed through his bed and cowered all the while. But also different than the indefinite danger of conquests like Crocodile who may “bite” him the entire encounter unless properly muzzled.

You were a blend somewhere in between those two extremes. Soft enough that he would still trust sleeping beside you and offering you his blind side. Because somehow he did know that you didn’t actually loathe him by now. And you had that core code of honor as well still dictating your every life choice.

But you were also hard enough that there was still a line there somewhere that he would have to keep exploring. A boundary in you that when crossed, his little bird would absolutely turn and try to take a piece out of him.

Yes, everything happening now was actually only cementing his belief in having made the correct choice to take you with him at last.

And as that heat pulled back into his chest, he moved his hand again. Releasing you from his strings that he knew you’d still been using haki to not be cut by.

You must be in a lot of pain right now.

“I can finish without pressing down on you…” He assured again.

His stomach still hurt as well as he slowly began to pump in and out of you once more, albeit actually controlling himself this time even as he smiled through the pain. His thighs he spread wide enough so that they were not against you any longer as he held his weight off of your body as well. Only his cock was still sliding in and out of you in a near gentle rhythm.

“We’re both going to cum, lover…and then we’re going to have a warm bath together.” He said as his newest promise. One he could actually keep this time as his thumb moved affectionately back over your clit.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to stand up long in the shower right now. So drawing a bath after this was the very inviting alternative. His quarters had both options.

And he didn’t fucking care if sitting too deep in the bathwater would make him feel weak by the curse of his devil fruit. He still wanted the privilege of doing it with you. He wanted to be the one to wipe away that blood that he’d made you spill, and almost tenderly clean his mate for the spotlight that would surely now be awaiting you both in Dressrosa.

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T⨂ BE

CONTINUED

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