#celestial dragon!doflamingo

[physics-of-one-piece]

Risk and Reward

(Doflamingo x Reader)

Summary: When one of the servants makes a mistake serving Saint Doflamingo, you try to save her and defuse the situation by shifting his attention to you.

Tags: Female!Reader, Doflamingo's Wife!Reader, Celestial Dragon!Doflamingo, World Noble!Doflamingo, Implied Forced Marriage, Past Dub-Con, Smut with Plot, NSFW, Enthusiastic Consent, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Spanking (it's one slap), Slavery, Attempted Murder, Sadism, Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Possessive Doflamingo, Nudity, Adult Language, They're In Love Your Honour

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Welcome to my 700 followers special! 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉Guess what number 700 is! The beginning of Dressrosa Arc in the manga (in which Doffy appears) and 700th episode in the anime which is also in Dressrosa Arc! Thank you everyone for following me, I love you all! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷

I wrote this within 4 days and have no regrets, the only reason I didn't finish it within a day is because I was sick🤧 I have been wanting to post a Celestial Doffy x Reader for months now, so I'm happy inspiration hit me for a one-shot. I decided to make this a thank you gift to all of you who followed me. Thank you and I hope you keep enjoying my Doffy-obsessed blog! Is this the first ever Celestial Doflamingo x Reader fic on the internet? Maybe, I have NO idea. Send me flowers or sth, idk. This is such filth but I feel 0 shame, none. At first I was gonna write Doffy being kind of an asshole and sorta selfish with Reader but then Soft Celestial Doffy was like "but I love my wife 🥺" and I sighed and let Wife-Lover Celestial Doffy take over and have his fun, he deserves it, he's a good boy. (Sometimes.)

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You were sleeping. Until the shattering sound of porcelain breaking with a crash on the floor and liquid spilling startled you out of your slumber. You shot up in the massive bed, disoriented and sleepy.

“Look what you did, slave.”

You felt your heart drop. Shit.

You were up and awake within a second, grabbing the golden silk sleeping robe from the floor, quickly slipping into it.

Doflamingo noticed you.

“Good morning, wife,” greeted Doflamingo, not looking away from the slave, aiming his gun at her. “Sorry, I woke you up.”

“Good morning,” you said, tying the silk belt around your waist, your heart rushing in your chest. “What happened?”

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave trembling on the floor, silent tears running down her face, too terrified to audibly cry.

It was a sweet gesture for a Celestial Dragon, a World Noble of such high standing, and despite your situation of how you came to marry him, your heart skipped a beat.

“That’s very sweet of you.” you said.

“But this slave ruined it by tripping on the carpet and spilling everything.” said Doflamingo roughly, gesturing his golden gun at the girl. She looked no more than sixteen, and she was shaking from head to toe. “And now I have to wait another thirty minutes for breakfast and my surprise for you is ruined and it's all this slave’s fault!”

By the time Doflamingo finished yelling, veins were outlined on his forehead, furious and angry as he bared his teeth down at the girl.

Your mind was racing for a solution. Doflamingo didn’t forgive slaves for mistakes. One mistake, and he punished them with death for their failure. It was why a lot of the new slaves barely made it past a month, no matter how much the senior slaves aided them and guided them.

Maybe it would have been easier to calm Doflamingo down if the breakfast tray had simply fallen to the floor and only the plates with the buttered toast broke. But it had fell and everything shattered. What was worse, the coffee spilled onto your husband’s silk, golden pajama pants and on the carpet. You were sure the washers would do their best to remove the coffee stain, but it might be ruined for good.

It wasn’t looking good.

And then... An idea popped into your head. A risky one, but one that might save the girl's life.

“How about I make us breakfast?” you asked.

“Huh?” asked Doflamingo, handsome features twisted in pure confusion.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” you repeated, putting on a smile on your face in an attempt to calm down the Celestial. “And coffee, too.”

Doflamingo stared down at you for a moment. You didn’t flinch, didn’t move. You knew to get him to consider the suggestion, you couldn’t look away.

“Fufufu! And what do I get for waiting?” asked Doflamingo with an amused smile.

“If you don’t like it, that means I lose, so you can punish her as you see fit.” you said. “If you like the breakfast, I win, you give her to your parents and they can decide her punishment.”

“So,” Doflamingo said, a dark sort of thrill in his voice and smile. “It’s a game.”

You fought down a tremble.

“Yes,” you said, doing your best to keep your voice even and calm despite the painful banging of your frightened heart in your ribs. “A game. Between you and me.”

Doflamingo smiled. It was the same smile he wore when he saw you the first time. Like a lion finding the most beautiful doe to eat.

He lowered the gun where he’d been pointing it at the terrified girl’s face.

Your husband was watching you in the same way he watched you when you were making him his morning coffee in the café when he met you.

“Alright, wife. Let’s play.”

With incredible, single-minded intensity. His lips were set in a neutral line, his sunglasses staring down from the bridge of his nose at you, his hands in the pockets of his Celestial robe.

You knew by now that it was simply him being overprotective. He didn’t like the thought of you near knives and anything that burned. He didn’t want you to get hurt while cooking.

He would just rather stare than show that, though.

You finished making the toast and coffee within fifteen minutes, and handed them to the servers to serve.

Doflamingo smiled deviously, and offered you his arm. You put your hand on his forearm and let him escort you to the grand dining room.

Doflamingo sat down at the dining table in the grand dining room. It was a long table covered by a golden tablecloth, with golden-framed chairs with pink tufted backrests.

You two sat down, and the servers brought the food and coffee you made. As Doflamingo picked up the toast, you started praying to Nika inside your head.

Doflamingo took a bite. He chewed, and swallowed. Then he ate the sunny side up egg. Then, he took a sip of the coffee. For long moments, everything was silent, and you didn’t breathe.

“You win, wife.” said Doflamingo with a sigh, sounding disappointed his fun got ruined.

Your chest fell in relief, exhaling the breath you’d been holding.

“Get this slave out of my sight,” said Doflamingo, sneering disgustedly at the slave who spilled the breakfast. “Hand her to my parents. They’ll decide what to do with her.” He turned to the slave; the girl flinched, freezing in terror. He gave her a sharp, large, evil smile. “Thank my wife for her mercy.”

The girl turned to you, her eyes full of relieved tears. “T-Thank you, my lady!” She bowed down her head, much to your chagrin.

“You welcome,” you said, feeling awkward about your title as usual.

Doflamingo went back to eating breakfast. Now that the matter was resolved, you set out to eating the food on your plate, too.

“This is really delicious,” said Doflamingo, putting more sunny side eggs onto his spoon and putting them into his mouth, his dimples curving to his ears with his smile as he chewed. “You’re a wonderful cook, my wife.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush. You always liked cooking, and you wished your husband would let you cook for him, but for safety reasons and because he insisted you weren’t his cook but his wife, you weren't allowed to make him food.

You wish you could. He looked really happy with breakfast today.

Doflamingo excitedly told you about the tickets to the ballet his father bought for his mother’s birthday. Mrs. Donquixote’s favorite ballet was coming to Sabaody Theatre, and it would be there for a full week. Mr. Donquixote bought them tickets to celebrate her birthday.

“It’s a secret, though, so don’t tell. And definitely don’t tell Rosi, he won’t be able to keep it to himself, fufufufu!”

You nodded, continuing to eat. The breakfast was indeed good. You were glad you didn’t lose your touch.

Once both of you were finished and the plates taken away for cleaning, Doflamingo smiled at you, ravenous and wide.

“It’s time for your reward, querida.” he said huskily.

You chuckled to hide the building nervousness within you. “Reward for what?”

Doflamingo grinned at you, hungry and wide. “For winning our game, of course.”

Doflamingo gestured you to come to him with his fingers. Swallowing down your nervousness, you carefully stood up from the chair, and approached him. He took you by the hand and pulled you on his lap, chuckling when you gasped as you landed on his thick, long thigh.

His long arms wound around your frame, effectively trapping you against his broad frame. Not that you would try to run.

“Out, slaves.” Doflamingo commanded. The servants scrambled away, not wanting to be the last one to obey the order. It left the guards at the doors and flaking the long wall.

Doflamingo parted your sleeping robe, letting the golden silk fall off your shoulders, revealing your naked body. There were hardly times with him through the month where your underwear wasn’t a source of annoyance for him, despite the lace, pearls and gold they were decorated with to invite his attention. It was for pure aesthetic enjoyment. These days, you slept without underwear, as your husband wanted your body available to him at all times, even when you were asleep. There were many mornings you woke with his cum sticking to your thighs.

Heat crept up your neck, flushing your cheeks as he stared down at your bare body like it was a puzzle for him to solve.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in, resting his face between your breasts. His hands squeezed your ass. Your breath shook out of you.

“Thank you...” you let out, knowing it was the right thing to say to him.

The saint pulled you close with his other hand around your waist, until the massive, thick bulge in his trousers pressed against your bared core and along your stomach. Your thighs quivered.

His mouth distracted you from his cock, placing kisses up to your collarbone. You did your best to breathe, busying your hands with his robe, unbuttoning one golden button each. His large tongue slid out, and you had to bite your tongue as he licked a path down your left breast. Within a moment, the wet muscle licked across your nipple, flicking it torturously while his fingers dug into your flesh. Heat and pleasure sizzled within you, making you arch your back into his mouth with a gasp, your fingers tightening on the pink lapels of his robe.

Doflamingo chuckled, the sound tickling your hardened, wet nipple. He played with your breasts, saliva dribbling down your chest where he suckled on your nipple greedily, pulling more and more sounds from you, his thumb and index finger tending to your other nipple. All the while you had to undress him, slide his hands out of the sleeves of his robe (his hands immediately returned to you once his sleeves flopped down) and down his body. Once you came to the waistline of his pants, Doflamingo hovered up off his seat in the chair, letting you pull his trousers down. His cock sprung free, covered in precum, pressing to the burning, wet lips of your cunt.

You hissed at the contact, the hot friction leaving you speechless, squirming on his thick thigh. Doflamingo sighed in relief, the breath from his nose tickling against your chest.

Another shift of fabric, and then, Doflamingo was bare from head to toe, exposing his tanned, broad torso, the sunlight shining through the curtains bathing him in golden light, tracing across his muscular chest and abdominal muscles.

“You’re such a good wife,” he purred contently, nose nuzzling against your neck, his breath warm on your skin.

His long fingers reached down between your thighs to touch your slit, his index and middle finger swiping over your slick, smearing it further across your pelvis, making you squeak.

Doflamingo laughed giddily. “You’re wet already.”

His thumb smeared your slick across your clit, and you whimpered out a helpless moan of:

“Doffy...”

Your thighs were trembling. Your cunt was desperately empty, and your husband’s continued ministrations of smearing your own arousal across your cunt and clit drove you to the brink of screaming and begging for his cock, your mouth watery and gaze hazy from want.

At the sound of his name, Doflamingo’s entire massive body shifted. He stared down at you, unsmiling, serious.

Before you knew it, his hands grabbed your waist, engulfing your body completely, with ease. He lifted you off his lap and placed you on a solid surface, sitting you down.

Right there, naked, on the table, on the golden tablecloth.

“Spread your legs,” he said, his commanding voice sending goosebumps across your thighs. You wasted no time in obeying, your thighs falling wide open, as wide as you knew to put them, leaving yourself bared to your husband’s gaze.

The shame of being naked with anyone but Doflamingo in the room had gradually faded through these four weeks with him, but it made you no less uncomfortable to know there were guards everywhere in the dining room, watching.

Watching Saint Doflamingo fuck you.

His large, tanned hands pressed down on your hips, his fingers holding your waist tight, digging into your flesh. His thumbs extended down to your pelvis, prying the wet lips of your cunt open on each side.

The sudden cold air against your flesh made you sigh in relief from the heat in you, your sweaty body relaxing beneath his large palms. Doflamingo hummed appraisingly. The sound traveled straight to your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

He leaned down and pressed his large mouth over yours, pressing his lips to yours softly. A sweet, tender kiss. He started trailing kisses down your neck, down your body.

“Good girl,” he praised, deep voice seductive like the appraising devil on the edge of leading you to sin. “Such a pretty -”

He pushed you down, lifted your legs, put your knees atop his shoulders, letting your toes hang down his upper back. The breath was forced out of you at the sudden drag of your body on the table, leaving only your head on the surface. Your entire back was lifted, pressing along his abs, your legs too, ass high up against his broad collarbone. Blood rushed fast through your veins.

“- soaking -”

You whimpered as Doflamingo kissed your swollen clit, rubbed his devious fingers across your inner thighs.

“- pussy.” he said breathlessly, like a hungry tiger craving food.

“Say thank you, wife.” said Doflamingo, his warm breath and voice caressing your bared cunt.

“Thank -”

You couldn’t finish because Doflamingo buried his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your clit slowly.

Fuck. you thought, head thrown backward into the table.

“- you.” you gasped, your thighs trembling on his strong, muscular shoulders.

Doflamingo’s fingers trailed gently over your ankles as his tongue tended to your clit, licking and sucking. Your mind was melting. All you could feel was Doflamingo’s tongue, licking at your clit skillfully, covering you in saliva, tapping at the muscle, prodding with the tip of his tongue.

You couldn’t stop moaning.

When you felt like you were burning from inside out, after another suck and stroke, Doflamingo replaced his tongue on your clit with his thumb, pressing the warm digit against your clit at the same time as he sheathed his tongue inside your cunt.

Doflamingo pushed you down with this, sliding your back right onto the table, rumpling the tablecloth, dishes clattering. The new position returned some form of focus to your vision before you could faint.

You yelled out as his large tongue moved, burying deep inside you, the wet muscle stroking along all the nerves within you. He dipped it and retracted it, making a meal out of you as you bucked your hips into his tongue, arching your back to the point of pain. The large, superior length due to his size helped his tongue reach deep in your cunt. He found the spot inside you that made you moan just right, sweet and loud for him, stars flashing across your vision. Doflamingo started pressing his tongue precisely into that spot, sliding the wet muscle back and forth. You followed him blindly, canting your hips into his face. His thumb pressed against your clit at the same time as his tongue against the spongy, weak place in your cunt.

Another breathless, helpless moan of, “Saint!” escaped your lips when he dipped his tongue in your pussy against your weak spot, and Doflamingo decided that he’d fuck you with his tongue for the next hour just to hear you say his sacred title again like a prayer.

With each moaned “Saint” and “thank you” from your pretty mouth, Doflamingo found his hard cock throb and twitch, leaking more and more precum. If he came untouched, it would be your fault, and you’d have to fix it. You both knew it, and yet, Doflamingo didn’t have the heart to make you stop, not when you were letting go and enjoying it so much — enjoying him so much. It made him happy. The way you shouted his title he gained at birth, the way your voice gasped the syllables and broke at the end like the crashing waves against the Red Mountain...

How could he tell you to stop, when you were showing him love just as he is, when you were willing?

Just a bit more, and you’d come, reach the heaven’s gate. Doflamingo couldn’t wait to lap it all up, lick your cunt clean and bury his cock home inside you. If he was your god, you were his temple. If he was your god, you were his altar. If he was your king, then you were his queen.

“Please,” you gasped as your cunt tightened, the knot in you close to snapping. You were so close, but you held on, wanting - no, needing — to come apart on his cock. Tears welling inside your eyes slipped out as you begged, desperate and pathetic, “Please, Doffy! Please fuck me!”

If you ever fell from Mariejois, you knew you’d be stoned, or beaten, or maybe they’d burn you to a crisp. All for opening your legs willingly for Doflamingo, for kissing him, for hugging him, for holding his hand, for holding him close to your heart.

You didn’t care. You love him.

A few rogue tears slipped down your eyelashes from multiple reasons. From being overwhelmed by his tongue filling you up. From self-loathing that you became like this, that you bowed instantly to him, so quickly accepted your life and him, all not to die, and you liked it. From guilt that there was either the option of trying to find happiness in your situation and accepting his love or be miserable and eventually killed because he wouldn’t be happy if you were unhappy.

Doflamingo wore you down quickly with his adoration. You wanted to give him a chance, with as little prejudice and fear of him as possible, so you let all of that go the moment you told him “Yes.” when he asked you to be his wife. 

You still remembered how surprised Doflamingo was that you accepted. You still remembered how he beamed, his smile bright and beautiful, like the sun.

You didn’t act. You couldn’t, and didn’t have the heart for it, not when he was so careful with you, like a wolf in love with a sheep, trying to impress you and convince you to stay, nuzzling your head and curling himself around you at night.

And now you were in love with him. In love with the same man that took you away from your home because he fell in love with you at first sight.

A sharp sting on your ass startled you, making you flinch, your whole body jumping off the table. You looked down at your husband between your thighs, and could feel his heavy gaze on you. It took you a moment to realize what happened. Your husband had slapped you on the ass because you told him to hurry up.

You could feel the leftover weight and force of his large hand across your stinging flesh.

You could do many things, but ordering Doflamingo what to do or when to do it was not one of such things.

“Good wives accept what they’re given,” he said, his voice as heavy as his concealed gaze. “Accept what I give you, and then I’ll give you what you want, darling. Understood?”

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding. Doflamingo called this a reward but the pleasure was too much for you. “Yes, Doffy. I’m sorry.”

Doflamingo smiled, wide and sinister, demonic. It sent a surge of fear down your spine.

“Good,” he said.

Without another word, Doflamingo went back inside you, stroking you with his fingers and fucking you with his tongue. Now, he kept your hips pinned down. You couldn’t buck your hips into his tongue, couldn’t move with him. You lost that privilege for now.

But the pleasure didn’t stop. It was building, exceedingly fast, the sting on your ass turning into an ache as your husband continued devouring you, driving you insane, whining and moaning as the pleasure built up due to his skilled fingers and tongue.

“Doffy —” you gasped. “— can’t — may I —”

All Doflamingo did was moan, continuing his onslaught on your clit and cunt with his thumb and tongue, not letting go of you. He moved his head slightly in a dip without breaking the rhythm. It was clear. You were allowed to cum.

You let go.

A strangled cry of “Doffy!” ripped out of you along with your ecstasy, the springs in your core breaking, the hot sensation exploding within you, an overwhelming pleasure covering your entire body, making you shake from inside out.

Doflamingo carefully lapped up and sucked the fruits of his labor, ignoring your whimpers, letting you handle the overstimulation to your nerves with choked back sobs, tears staining the side of your face and your fingers clenching into the golden tablecloth. The wetness of you stained his chin and lips like the ripe juice of a pomegranate. His mouth parted from your cunt with a smack that made your body burn. A translucent string of your pleasure trailed after his mouth from your core, and your body quivered.

Instead of dragging you to the edge of the table, Doflamingo pulled himself atop it, atop you. You gasped, taking hold of his forearms, fearing his weight would collapse the surface under your back.

He chuckled at your shocked face, leaning down and capturing your lips under his, encouraging you to open your mouth, immediately sliding his tongue inside after you did so.

You tasted the proof of your pleasure on Doflamingo’s tongue as his mouth enveloped yours in a hungry open-mouthed kiss, devouring you, making you submit to his exploration of your mouth. You kissed him desperately, face burning hot as his tongue filled your mouth, both his hands back on your breasts again, massaging them, rubbing your nipples and pinching them.

For someone holding the title of holy, Doflamingo acted the most unholy.

Doflamingo rendered you panting and breathless, your face flushed.

There was no more teasing. His large palms engulfed your upper thighs and pushed them up to your chest, holding them down, his chest bearing down on you. He adjusted himself between your legs, his thick cock smearing precum along the inside of your thigh.

He pressed another kiss to your lips. His cockhead nudged at your cunt’s lips, making you quiver and moan wantonly as you felt the blunt of him at your entrance. You held onto him, positioned like a bowstring.

With a lick of his tongue across his lips, Doflamingo finally sheathed himself into your heat. You bit your lip, the stretch burning due to his size.

“Fuck... wife...” he panted, shuffling on the table, knocking the glassware out the way with his hands, the movement so powerful the glasses flew off the table and crashed to the ground. Your cunt throbbed, and you let out a needy whimper when he bucked his hips, digging another inch inside you.

Doflamingo chuckled. “So needy...” His tongue slipped out, licking along his upper teeth hungrily. His cock twitched inside you. “But I like it.”

His warm hands returned to you, squeezing your breasts, making you yell out as a sharp lunge of pleasure overwhelmed you, rushing straight to your core. Your back arched, your husband’s cock sinking further into you inch by heavenly inch as he stroked his hips back and forth, carefully giving you more and more.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised. You clenched around him, your fingers tight in the skin of his forearms, clinging to him. He caressed your body, deep voice soft and loving. “I’m here, I’m right here, you’re taking me so well, you’re being so good, wife...”

Palming your breasts, knee over the side of your thigh each, torso curved and spine bent like an arc of a circular bridge so you could still see his face, Doflamingo thrust inside you with a single powerful stroke of hips, pushing through the slick walls easing his way in, pressing his hips close to yours, seating the entirety of his cock inside you.

You would have yelled out, if Doflamingo didn’t descend upon you and kiss you, swallowing the sound. The kiss was messy and desperate, hungry and full of need, but you didn’t care. The pain faded quickly, giving into pleasure. Soon, you were happy, your husband rocking his thick, large cock into your body with deep grunts, filling you up. Your hips bucked up into his cock to have the cockhead press all the way into that spongy spot inside you.

You cradled his cheeks, ran your fingers through his short blond hair, and hugged him around the neck. His muscled body shivered under your touch, his cock twitching inside your walls.

Doflamingo started a sensual, deep pace, his cock burying deep inside you each time, pressing hard into that soft spot in you that made you cry out in pleasure before he did it all over again. And you let him. Your hips met his halfway, arching your back into him.

“I love you,” he growled breathlessly, rutting into you, each thrust and movement of his cock inside your sopping, tender walls making you moan and pant. His fingers tightened around your thighs possessively, keeping you spread on the table, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each movement of his hips meeting yours, slick with the mix of your pleasure dribbling out of you as he fucked you over and over again. “My wife... Mine, mine, mine...”

Your vision started to blur, your walls clenching, the strings in your pelvis tightening with each stroke of him inside you, each drag of him coming deep in and out.

You were so full. You could feel your orgasm growing closer, the heat and tension in your core rising more and more...

“Doffy!” you cried, your thighs clenching around his hips. “Can I -”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily, cradling your face in his large hand, burying his face in your collarbone, placing a kiss over your breast, over your heart. A warm, gentle thing among the sweat and passion of his hips meeting yours. “Cum for me, wife. Cum on my cock.”

“Doffy!” you cried, coming once again, shaking to your core.

Doflamingo groaned as he felt you clench around him as you reached ecstasy, spilling on his cock, drowning him in your pleasure.

“Fuck… good wife…” he murmured, continuing to move inside you as you slumped down, exhausted, flushed and panting. “Just like that, querida… you feel good, fuck…”

Doflamingo started to pick up the pace, his hips smashing hard into yours. His hands took hold of your legs, holding them tight around his hips until your heels dug into his muscled back, his balls pressing against your ass. The angle was so deep and good you started to feel a quiver inside you. If it wasn’t for the ache of oversensitive nerves, you’d come again. 

“Tell me you want me,” he growled, his voice echoing in your ears. He leaned his body down, resting his body atop your small one, his torso completely covering you. His large hands cradled you to him, pressing your face to his chest, filling you with his scent, his face burying into the crown of your head, his cock burying deep inside you. “Beg for my cum, beg me, beg!”

“I want you, Doffy,” you said, clutching onto him tightly, clinging to him desperately, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he moved inside you, basking in the heat of him. “I love you, Doffy. Please cum inside me!”

That sent your husband over the edge.

“Fuck —” he groaned, your name slipping past his lips wantonly.

The next few thrusts made you hold onto him for dear life, his cock pushing your entire body forward in jostling movements. Doflamingo took you savagely, roughly, hard and fast, ramming into you to the point it was too much. He pressed his face into your neck and moaned, loud and deep, then spilled inside you, his cock shooting vicious, hot lashes of cum deep within you. His thrusts stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, huffing and moaning all the while, until all of him was spent and emptied inside you.

Doflamingo caught you in his arms and laid on the table, panting deep against your neck, his hands clutching onto you in the aftermath, your fingers carefully brushing through his short blond hair.

The two of stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other regardless of the sweat and heat of your bodies. Doflamingo slipped out of you with a slick sound, cum dripping down your entrance. He pressed his fingers to your cunt, picking up the spend and putting it back inside you, making you whimper and squirm.

“Shh,” he said gently, his voice settling you down. “Stay like that, wife. It needs to stay in.” He kissed your neck. “Every.” Licked your earlobe. “Single.” Nibbled on your jawline. “Drop.”

All you did was shiver, closing your eyes, catching your breath.

“Thank -” You panted, swallowing. “Thank you.”

Doflamingo hummed. He licked the tears from your face, his wet tongue laving across your skin greedily, lovingly. Like a tiger licking an antelope.

You relaxed your muscles. You felt wrecked in the best of ways.

“I was supposed to be rewarding you, not the other way around.” Doflamingo huffed some more, sweat trailing down his bronze chest and temples. Then, he pouted, rested his elbows on the side of your head, and buried his face in your neck. “That’s unfair.”

You giggled, smile gentle. You reached up and caressed Doflamingo’s blond, sticky hair, basking in the beauty of him, his large cock hanging limp between your legs, covered in the aftermath of his and your pleasure, his broad body completely covering your tiny one from view.

“You reward me every day, my love.” you said.

The two of you got showered, dressed and headed to the main manor of the Donquixotes by carriage for brunch with his parents and brother.

Doflamingo smiled.

Mrs Donquixote was there when Doflamingo helped you out of the carriage.

“I hope my son isn’t being rough with you.” said Mrs. Donquixote.

Doflamingo blushed, which you found extremely adorable. “I’m not, Mother.”

“Good!” chirped Mrs Donquixote, beaming at her son.

“Did the guard deliver the slave?” Doflamingo asked.

“Oh! Yes, he did. Your father and brother are filling her in on her tasks.”

“Do they know she needs to be punished?” asked Doflamingo, leading you up the marble stairs to the large white doors of the manor. “She ruined my breakfast surprise for (Y/N) by dropping it.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad, Doffy -”

“It is!” insisted Doflamingo. “It was supposed to be romantic. For our one month anniversary...”

You blinked. Has it been a full month? You didn’t even notice... Well, you did, but you didn’t think Doflamingo would celebrate it...

“Aww,” said Mrs. Donquixote. “You’re just like your father. He always makes grand romantic gestures for me, even now. Though he trips up sometimes.”

Mrs. Donquixote giggled.

Doflamingo grunted, tilting his head away to hide the pink hue on his face. You, however, were staring at Doflamingo with wide eyes. So that’s why he got that mad... He always had a short fuse, but to think it was because it was a surprise for your one month anniversary of marriage with him. It was supposed to be not only a surprise but a way to celebrate a full month of your marriage.

You felt your heart melt, your eyes swelling with tears at his attentiveness. Your fingers squeezed the white sleeve of his robe.

Doflamingo noticed, and tilted his head to you. His face turned confused and worried when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his deep, strong voice softening with worry. “Are you hurt?”

You smiled. “Nothing,” you said, looking at him lovingly. “I’m happy to be your wife, Doffy.”

Doflamingo’s lips parted. He didn’t seem to know what to say.

A happy voice called your name. A tornado — literal tornado almost three meters tall — of blond hair and lanky arms picked you up off the floor, and you were lifted up high and spun around by Doflamingo’s younger brother, Rosinante.

“How are you?” asked Rosinante. “Are you sleeping okay? Is Doffy being rough with you? Is he feeding you well?”

“I’m good! I’m sleeping fine. He’s not. H-He is!” you gasped, startled by the large gap of height between your feet and the ground.

“Let go of my wife, Rosi!” Doflamingo yelled.

“Hehe, sorry, sorry!” apologized Rosinante, smiling goofily, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Doflamingo took you — actually took you with his arms — from his brother, scowling at Rosinante like he’d taken his most favourite plush. He rested you on his forearm, cradling you to him possessively while frowning at his brother.

“Doffy, are you going to carry your wife the entire brunch?” asked Mrs. Donquixote as she swept past them both, uncaring for barely reaching to her sons' waist, for her voice gathered both the blonds attention.

“I might,” grumbled Doflamingo with a pout, pulling you close to his chest protectively, his nose nuzzling your temple and brushing the strands of your hair. “If Rosi keeps picking her up.”

“I gotta hug my sister-in-law! And check you aren’t breaking her!” said Rosinante defensively.

“I’m not!” yelled Doflamingo.

“Boys.” said Mrs. Donquixote with a sigh that told you she dealt with this longer than you were alive.

They both stopped arguing and said, “Sorry, mother.” in startling sync.

“Your father is in the welcoming room. Doffy, please put (Y/N) down, she’s not going to up and vanish.”

Doflamingo hesitated for a moment, looking worried you might do exactly that, but relented and put you back on the solid floor.

All of you entered the welcoming room, and there was Doflamingo’s father, Homing, who very much reminded you of Rosinante by personality.

He lit up when he saw you and Doflamingo.

Doflamingo, however, pointed at the slave.

“She needs to be punished, Father.” said Doflamingo, frowning down at the slave, his expression cold and ruthless. “She dropped mine and (Y/N)’s breakfast.”

“Oh,” said Homing. “Um...” The elderly celestial seemed at a complete loss. “She can... wash the dishes... For a week?”

Doflamingo’s veins throbbed on his forehead. “Servants do that already!”

Homing flinched. “Uh... Um...”

“She can clean the stables,” offered Rosinante.

Homing lit up. “Yes! She can brush the horses!”

Doflamingo growled.

Homing and Rosinante sweatdropped.

“She can... shovel horse manure?” asked Homing, sounding incredibly guilty.

Doflamingo’s forehead veins retracted.

“For a week!” announced Homing happily.

And the veins were back on Doflamingo’s forehead.

Rosinante elbowed Homing in the side.

“For a - a - a month!” Homing announced. He heard the words he said and flinched, looking immensely guilty.

Doflamingo looked pleased. He nodded.

“How about we go see the flamingos while your parents and brother prepare for brunch?” you asked your husband.

“Fine,” said Doflamingo. He took your hand and led you out of the room.

Rosinante gave you a thumbs up. You sent the thumbs up back.

A few minutes later, as you sat with Doflamingo on the bench to watch the pink flamingos in the pond, you rested your head against his chest, and said, “I'm surprised you agreed on that game.”

“I didn’t want our month anniversary day to start badly,” said Doflamingo. His long, tanned fingers wound their way between the spaces of your own, intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s all.”

You found yourself smiling. Genuine, happy. “Thank you, Doffy.”

“De nada.” he murmured.

“So, what other surprise should I expect today, Saint Doflamingo?” you asked teasingly.

Doflamingo laughed. He leaned down, his thumb resting under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his devious, handsome smile. His nose brushed yours. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, revealing his pink, breathtaking eyes, looking at you adoringly and sweetly, with a hint of darkness in them.

Your breath froze in your lungs.

“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise.” he whispered, pink eyes full of promises. “You’ll just have to wait and see, fufufu!”

Before you could get another word out, he kissed you. You smiled into it, deciding to let yourself be surprised today by your husband.

Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for reading! 💕🫶🏻

A/N: Celestial Doffy, I love you. I love you, Celestial Doffy. That's it, that's my note. What a beautiful, wickedly sexy World Noble Saint Doflamingo is 🤭

Okay, fine, the actual author's note is that since it's a month in the marriage, I decided Reader is still using a mix of titles for CD! Doflamingo. For formal occassions, you refer to him as "Saint Doflamingo" and probably did even on your wedding night call him "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" and a bit of "Doffy". Of course, Doflamingo did request you call him "Doffy" in private and with family (or myb only when he's fucking you) but he definitely has a kink for being called "Saint" in the bedroom. He's still a narcissist with a god complex what do you want me to say? So it's a mix of Doffy and "Saint" or "Saint Doflamingo" along with terms of endearment. He likes being called "my love" & "my saint" For the public sex, well, as it's implied, Celestial Doffy is very normal with being nude within the bounds of his home and everyone just has to deal with it, and that leads to him not caring very much for the amount of witnesses there are when he fucks you. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you then and there, and if there are witnesses, oh well. He doesn't care.

[orcinas]

crocodile having fucked doffy before dumping his ass for dragon is excellent because it means that 20 years later when dressrosa arc happens, yet another monkey d man comes along to steal one of doffy's "possessions". i know he was seething about it.

[bakkfity]

There is a Slave AU in my head, where Rosinante became a slave after Doflamingo killed their father and went to the celestial dragons.

I like to think after he left, some men from the angry crowd got Rosinante and sold him to some nameless slaver. Doffy wanted to go back to Mary Geoise but in the end it was Rosi who had the chance… sort of.

In the canon timeline Rosinante was 23 years old when Fisher Tiger freed the slaves… so I imagine it could happen in an AU perfectly.

Rosinante wearing baggy clothes because his tattoo, because he wants to find Doflamingo but he is weak, he is malnourished, he is everything he doesn’t want to be in Doffy’s eyes.

But how would react the Donquixote family? I’m sure not with a honest and welcoming smile. Always watching, always waiting for a sign to prove that he is a mole or something. ( why can’t he use sign language if he is mute? Well I don’t know, who would teach a mute slave??? )

It’ s because of them that Doflamingo find out the truth… but how could he ever be the same Doflamingo we know in Canon? I mean he would be an unstoppable force against the celestial dragons, against the world goverment. He would be almost the same but with a better motivation? Like a revolutionary but more ruthless I guess.

Sorry about my english, it is not my native language and I almost never use it….

[kacievvbbbb]

It's really interesting and intentional that of the original 7 warlords, at least 4 of them are amongst the pirates with the most atrocities committed against them by the hands of the world government (celestial dragons) the system they used to work (liberal use of the word) for and occasionally defend.

obviously, Doffy's situation as an outsed celestial dragon is distinctly very different from Boa, and Kuma who were previously slaves and the oppression of Jimbe’s entire race* but it also raises the interesting pattern of all the former oppressed* warlords eventually in some way allying or helping Luffy because they just sense the freedom Luffy embodies while Doffy as a Celestial dragon is threatened by it.

I wonder what this means for Crocodile and Mihawk the only Warlords with still vague origins and arguably the most complicated relationships to the strawhats.

[mingomilk]

Celestial Dragon!au sketches

DQ enjoy the life of nobles (or: a big brother who schemes and loves to spoil his lazy little brother rotten)

[doomedtoxicyaoi]

Every day I'm reminded of how cool it would have been to experience the Dressrosa arc in the manga when it was still coming out 😭 I only started watching One Piece recently but that arc in particular was one of my favourites (and I know a lot of people still talk about it) but experiencing that spoiler-free with the whole fandom must have been wild

[chromatic-lamina]

The law unto themselves killing

one of their own (happens to be a Donquixote), due to helping

the persecuted (yes, Shirahoshi's family is royal, but the Celestial Dragons do not view fishfolk and mermaids as equal); And then,

the persecuted

stringing up innocent Donquixotes (in this case, representative of the Celestial Dragons in the way that Shirahoshi symbolised all of the Fishmen above), definitely have

visual parallels (this post won't go into the cycle of brutality that perpetuates through oppression, but it's obvious. Mjsogard was a real hero. He's not pretty in the same way that Orochi wasn't, and didn't experience the same persecution at all, but he broke the cycle and paid the price).

Speaking of which (above) (and below)

Cora supine in the snow, the crucifixion figure might run in the bloodline? (metaphorically speaking)

Of course it's a humiliating and debilitating position (and we have Doflamingo sitting up in his cell at one point), and Oda also likes to draw some characters sleeping like

this (Law above, arms akimbo, Cora and Law camping under the moonlight)

too.

PS: Not just Law. Luffy and Usopp sometimes do. Law's arms would not be akimbo here, although they appear to be in one shot. Luffy sleeps this way in this scene, but it could be due to bandages. he moves later. Bellamy does too. But, eh. Also, I think it's probably much easier to draw characters this way!). Back to the main point:

Just like Coby for standing up to Akainu, Mjosgard was a hero, and the Donquixote family seems to have as much luck as the Trafalgars.

[1000sunnygo]

Ok so sometimes I see people claiming Oda originally planned for Law to be evil. Did he actually say that? I can't find much on it

This and "Law is Oda's wife's favorite character" ROFL

Videos like this might've been the culprit behind this rumor. Law being 'named after a brutal pirate and allegedly had terrible rumors about him', doesn't equate to "Law was meant to be evil." No matter how canon-coded it seems, something can't be called a "fact" unless there's a legitimate reference. So far, Oda has made no such statement about Law.

The video used a draft image to back the point that Law was depicted as "scheming and manipulative" during Punk Hazard, taken from OP magazine vol. 8:

Sanji's dialogue, roughly: "Your strategy is to go head on against Doflamingo and Kaido, and to weaken Kaido's military strength, isn't it? And we're *in it together* because we believe the outcome benefits us, as well.

What are you planning?

I don't mind going ahead (to Zou), but I won't leave my friends in danger."

Law: Sharp at bargaining, aren't you...

It's not from Punk Hazard, it was Dressrosa.

Not to mention in both draft and finalized versions, it was Sanji cornering Law, not the other way around. IMHO it didn't add or subtract much from law's character as we already know him.

It's very likely that Law was planned to be (more) morally grey and manipulative. But inflating it as Oda's statement makes it a misinformation. This fandom sadly has a lot of these, thanks to engagement farming content creators.

[petrichal]

There's probably a reality out there where the Donquixote brothers gets along with the Figarlands and that's really fascinating to me

[breakonthroough]

I keep wondering why Doflamingo fired such a horrifyingly large number of bullets at his own brother? After all, it is unlikely that this was caused solely by his extreme irritation, resentment and anger at Rocinante.

I think if Doffy had the chance, he would have fired all 16 (sacred) shots at Corazon, knowing the Heavenly Demon's obsession with everything related to the Tenryubito and their traditions. However, his Flintlock is presumably only a six-shooter. And since Doflamingo prefers to kill his enemies in the same way as any tenryubito, with a pistol, he most likely emptied the entire clip into his brother.

It is logical to assume that he did this because he wanted to kill Rocinante. And kill for sure.

We do not yet know anything about the true strength of the Celestial Dragons or their abilities, but we can say with confidence that they definitely have stamina, endurance and are very tenacious of life. The following examples are worth remembering:

Saint Charlos, who received a terrifying punch from Luffy, a club blow from Mjosgard, and a combined attack from Sai and Leo that few would have survived.

Doflamingo himself, steadfastly withstanding Luffy's powerful blows and even deadly gamma-knife attacks from Trafalgar Law.

The already mentioned Donquixote Mjosgard, the only survivor and practically unharmed after a shipwreck off Fish-Man Island. His brutal public execution was carried out personally by Figarland. He was shooted.

Finally, Rocinante himself. After all, his acquaintance with Law begins with the fact that an angry boy delivers a potentially fatal blow with a knife to the offender’s chest, in close proximity to the heart. After which Corazon, as if nothing had happened, again sat next to his brother, showing almost nothing about the severity of his wound. He later received multiple bullet wounds from the Barrel's Pirates and was severely beaten by Vergo and members of the Donquixote family. And after all this, he was still able to stand on his feet. Here it should be remembered that he himself told Law directly (unless, of course, he was lying to calm the child) that such a small thing (as a few bullets in vital organs) would not kill him.

In general, Doflamingo most likely knew what he was doing, and carried out the execution of his brother who was disappointed him with the cold blood. However, rather than a quick death — his “forgiveness” — in the form of a bullet in the head, which he loves to rant about so much, Doffy still preferred for the person who was so close to him six (?) shots to the chest. And terrible slow death from bleeding and cold. God, what a sad fact is this!

Well, I won’t hide the fact that I still desperately want to believe that Rocinante, with his stamina and endurance, was quite capable of surviving the shooting (I believe in the One Piece tradition of bringing characters back to life!) Perhaps, having lost his memory, he is alive and still continues his journey, at least in the ranks of the Revolutionary army. But that's a completely different theory :)

Russian translation below

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Мне все не даёт покоя мысль, почему Дофламинго выпустил такое ужасающе большое количество пуль в своего родного брата? Ведь вряд ли это было связано исключительно с его чрезвычайной раздраженностью, обидой и злостью на Росинанта.

Думаю, если бы у Доффи была возможность, то он бы выпустил в Коразона все 16 (священных) пуль, зная одержимость Небесного демона всем, что связано с тенрьюбито и их традициями. Однако, его флинтлок, предположительно, всего лишь шестизарядный. А так как убивать своих врагов Дофламинго предпочитает таким же способом, как и любой тенрьюбито, из пистолета, он, скорее всего, разрядил в брата всю обойму.

Логично предположить, что сделал он это потому, что хотел убить Росинанта. И убить наверняка.

Мы пока что ничего не знаем ни об истинной силе Небесных Драконов, ни про их способности, однако, можно с уверенностью утверждать, что стойкости, живучести и выносливости им не занимать. Стоит вспомнить следующие примеры:

Святой Чарлос, получивший ужасающий удар кулаком от Луффи, дубинкой от Мьёсгарда и комбинированный удар от Сая и Лео, после которого мало кто бы выжил.

Сам Дофламинго, стойко выдерживающий мощные удары Луффи и даже смертельные атаки гамма-ножом от Трафальгара Ло.

Упомянутый уже Донкихот Мьёсгард, единственный выживший и практически не пострадавший после кораблекрушения у острова Рыболюдей. Его жестокая казнь была осуществлена лично Фигарлендом, посредством публичного расстрела.

Наконец, сам Росинант. Ведь его знакомство с Ло начинается с того, что разъяренный пацан наносит потенциально смертельный удар ножом в грудь обидчика, в непосредственной близости от сердца. После чего Коразон, как ни в чем не бывало, снова сидит подле брата, почти ничем не выдавая тяжести своего ранения. Позднее он получил множественные пулевые ранения от пиратов Баррельса и был жестоко избит Верго и членами семьи Донкихот. И после всего этого он все еще был способен стоять на ногах. Тут следует вспомнить, что он и сам сказал непосредственно Ло (если конечно не соврал, чтобы успокоить ребенка), что подобная мелочь его не убьет.

В общем, Дофламинго, скорее всего знал, что он делает, и убил разочаровавшего его брата хладнокровно и продуманно. Однако, быстрой смерти- "прощению" в виде пули в голову, о котором он так любит разглагольствовать, Доффи все же предпочел для самого родного ему человека 6(?) выстрелов в грудь и медленное умирание от кровотечения и холода. Боже, какой же это печальный факт.

Что ж, не стану скрывать, мне по-прежнему отчаянно хочется верить в то, что Росинант, со своей стойкостью и выносливостью, вполне был способен пережить расстрел (я верю в традиции One Piece возвращать персонажей к жизни!). Возможно, потеряв память, он жив и все ещё продолжает свой путь, хотя бы, в рядах Революционной армии. Но это уже совершенно другая теория :)

[physics-of-one-piece]

Everyone is saying "Celestial Dragon Doffy would be terrible" and while YES, I DO AGREE 100%, I also think depending on the circumstances...

That is the most spoiled Celestial Dragon you will ever meet. He doesn't know how to dress himself in human clothes. In fact, he'd rather be NAKED than wear human clothes. They are itchy to him, just don't feel comfortable, etc etc.

He has whimsical buying sprees of the most unexpected things. Had an ice-skating rink built in the middle of summer cus he wanted to learn to ice skate & play hockey and when he failed the first time and fell on his face he threw a tantrum and he got a cold cus he laid there for five minutes with his face on the ice cus he couldn't get up and Rosi also ended up getting a cold cus he tried to go help him up and fell and it was just a disaster, Homing had to call the guards to help them lug his huge ten feet sons off the ice skate rink.

Of course there is the entire flamingo pond he built for the flamingos. He did not take into account the bird droppings and the limited amount of fish cus you know - not naturally made lake for the flamingos. So then they had to hire zoo keepers for that.

He has separation anxiety from you, his one single human wife. You are his literal emotional support human. He marries you and clings to you aaaall the time. You have to be with him aaaall the time. And I mean AAAAALL the time. You wanna sit on the sunbed and read a book?

Yeah, no, Doflamingo gets jealous and throws the book in the flamingo pond.

Hugs you like his personal plush in his sleep.

Everyone is too focused on the "absolute evil celestial doffy" and forget that canon little celestial doffy was a spoiled little kid with anger issues and he would have grown up into a spoiled big adult with anger issues.

Wait.

He canonically DID. 🤣🤣

[zosan-secondchances]

The Pirate King of the North: The Levely (Part 23)

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language and explicit content.

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In the middle of a lavishly decorated ensuite located in the Domain of the Gods, Sanji sat in front of a vanity, applying the last touches of his makeup in preparation for the Levely. He had been waiting for a chance to sit in one of the royal gatherings for a long time but, according to the World Government, his “reckless and idealistic ways of thinking” were not welcome to participate. He didn't want to wait another four years for the next one, and knowing very well what the World Government is like, he will never get an invitation so he decided to seek aid from one of his greatest allies.

Satisfied with the result of his art, he moves on to fix the curls of his wavy hair sitting on his shoulders, making sure that each and every one of the overly extravagant bedazzling gems on his earrings and layers of necklaces are exposed the best way possible. He brushes his locks carefully to keep the style in shape.

He hesitates for a moment and feels over the scarred slave mark on his neck, tracing a finger over the burn. With a deep breath, he decides to part his hair to expose it.

He needs to look good. He needs to look so good that they will allow Doflamingo's unnamed slave to sit in the most heavily secured room where kings and queens across the world may gawk at him and enjoy the sight during their long and strenuous talks. It is vital that he's in there rather than waiting outside like all the companions that other rulers bring along. He needs to ensure that the rulers will practically beg for his presence and insist he come with. Unfortunately this meant shaving off the spiral part of his beautiful curly brows and his hard-earned facial hair so no one can truly identify him nor his origins.

As a last touch, Sanji retrieves a thin but well crafted veil from one of the vanity's drawers and places it carefully over his nose, subtly covering the lower part of his face under its pink shade. As he secures it to make sure that they go well with his earrings, he hears one of the bedroom doors open. There is a hesitant pause, then it closes and is followed by the sound of footsteps. It stops just behind him. His eyes glance at the reflection in the mirror and sees Doflamingo looking mighty fine wearing his kingdom's royal suit and jewels of his own. His outfit is topped with his usual pink feather coat.

Doflamingo

You look good, mi rey.

Sanji

As do you, mon amour.

Doflamingo

Ah–your eyebrows?

Sanji

They’ll grow back. I’m afraid it’s rather a distinct Vinsmoke trait, isn’t it?

Doflamingo

You didn't have to get rid of your goatee though…. It was nice.

Sanji

I know, but today has to be perfect.

There is a moment of silence, then the blonde feels large fingers gently trail from his neck, spine, then down to his lower hips.

Doflamingo

You look… exquisite regardless. Pretty hot, actually.

Sanji

Aren't you full of sweet talk today? So out of character! I thought I was the weird one between us.

Doflamingo

Your tailors did well….

Sanji

Your tailors actually. I thought the disguise should match your royal suit. That way, it’s a genuine Dressrosa cut and they can't question it.

Doflamingo

Mhmm…

Sanji

It also gives the impression that my master dolls me up only in the finest of things. You should get a nice boost in reputation. Hey, are you even listening?

Doflamingo kneels behind Sanji to bury his face in his hair, getting a whiff of his scent.

Doflamingo

You know…I can do that if you wish…if you move in with me….

Sanji

Don’t change the terms to suit yourself. I seem to recall that our arrangement is a partnership, a joint venture–strictly contractual and not through marriage.

Doflamingo

Mhmm…

His large hands wrap around Sanji’s waist to tease the skin just under the fabric of his harem pants. The blonde could feel that the man is resisting every sexual impulse he has, judging by the hitching breaths on his neck. It was hard not to get just as excited. He feels a small nip on his ear.

Sanji

Easy…. Don't work yourself up. Remember, no fooling around until after the Levely. You’ll ruin the getup.

Doflamingo

But you’re acting as my slave, no? I have to contribute to this…disguise of yours.

Sanji’s eyes widen when he feels sudden sharp pain as Doflamingo bites the muscle between his neck and shoulder, breaking his skin immediately.

Sanji

OUCH! Doffy, for fuck’s sake–!

The Warlord growls an animalistic noise at the back of his throat as he sinks his teeth deeper and uses his mouth to force Sanji forwards against the vanity, slamming him hard against the counter and its mirror. The blonde's partly secured veil falls. He yelps and feels the man’s erect cock grind over fabrics of clothing between his legs.

Sanji

Nngh! What the hell are you doing?! You barely gave me any warning! You’ll–AH–you’ll leave a mark and mess everything up!

Doflamingo finally releases him, heavily panting with blood oozing down from the corner of his lips and down to his chin.

Doflamingo

Precisely. You need to look like I can’t keep my hands off you, and that I’m using you.

Of course Sanji gets excited. He arches his back and moves his hips in time with Doflamingo's rhythm. He starts feeling breathless and forgets all about the disguise that he’s worked so hard on. He wants to be fucked until he can’t think straight right there and then.

There’s another sting on the other side of his neck when Doflamingo bites him. This time, Sanji doesn't fight it. He moans to a point that he’s screaming whenever the Warlord sinks his teeth deeper. Doflamingo repeats the same treatment all over the exposed skin on his back, biting and sucking to make sure that the world knows that he’s claimed this man for himself.

Doflamingo carefully eyes the crazed state of the other blonde through the vanity’s reflection. Satisfied with his work, he spins and lifts him to sit on the counter. He continues his assault over his chest and all the way down to his lower hips. Sanji is in too much bliss to resist, leaning one hand against the mirror and the other tangled in Doflamingo’s hair.

Sanji

D–Doffy…. We–ah–need to go soon….

Doflamingo

Then let's get right down to it.

The tall Warlord trails his tongue down Sanji's front. Hurriedly, he pulls down his pants and undergarments but before he can work his mouth around his length, Sanji finds his inner strength to push his bare feet against the man's broad shoulders.

Sanji

No! Doffy, enough! You've already marked me, ruffled up my poor hair and my clothes are all crinkled. I've gone along with you but we've got plenty of time for this part later!

Doflamingo hesitates. He removes his sunglasses and places them on the far side of the vanity. He locks gaze with the fuming blonde in front of him and pleads softly, gently stroking his legs up and down to soothe him.

Doflamingo

Sanji, mi amor… luz de mi vida, mi hermoso rey... te lo suplico de rodillas.

Sanji

You… you bastard!! You can't just say shit like that!

Doflamingo

Fuck me.

Losing every semblance of self-control, Sanji gives in. He pulls Doflamingo by the hair to thrust himself into his mouth. The Warlord is more than happy to receive it. He frees his desperate leaking cock and strokes himself with his hand for relief. Neither holds back until Sanji cries out. Legs twitching and body shaking with an arched back, he comes hard and empties his load into his partner's throat. After a quick moment to recover, Doflamingo pulls away to a half stand and licks his lips clean, gasping for air.

Doflamingo

Ngh… please, Sanji… your mouth.

Still riding the high, Sanji immediately lowers himself to return the gesture. He drags his tongue from the base of Doflamingo's length to the very tip before wrapping his lips around him. The Warlord's breath hitches. Sanji grabs hold of his large hand and places it on his head, as if trying to say something but couldn't. Reading his mind, Doflamingo obliges by gripping his long blonde locks tightly with both hands and ruthlessly uses him for pleasure.

Sanji's eyes get teary from the size as the Warlord thrusts inside him intensely. He gags and coughs but couldn't get himself to move away. Instead, he grabs hold of his wrists to urge the other man on, fully wanting to get messed up.

There is a knock on the door.

Voice

My Liege, it's time.

Doflamingo swallows, trying to compose himself so he can respond properly. He slows his pace and tries to pull himself away but Sanji protests, shaking his head, and yanks him back deeper into his throat to keep him in place by his upper thighs.

Doflamingo

HNNGGH!

Voice

Your Highness? Is everything alright?

Doflamingo

Y–yes! Yes!! FUCK–!

Voice

Err…I'm supposed to escort you down to the palace.

Doflamingo

Just…wait–!

Sanji continues devouring him deeply and hungrily at the expense of breathing properly. He spanks the Warlord's ass to tell him to hurry up, making him groan in surprise. Doflamingo hisses from the sting and whispers.

Doflamingo

H–hold on…slow down–too much–just…I said WAIT–!

AHH!

Unable to keep his shaking legs up, he collapses forwards, knocking the vanity backwards against the wall to which the mirror cracks loudly from the impact. Sanji pushes a hand against Doflamingo's hip to support him. He keeps his mouth sucking and other hand pumping, never stopping the onslaught on the Warlord’s dick.

Voice

Are you unwell, Sir? Should I get a doctor?

Doflamingo

No–! Hah! Hnngh–!

Voice

Will you still be able to attend the council or…?

Doflamingo

I'm… coming…!

Doflamingo muffles out a cry as he spills inside. He takes in the delicious sight of Sanji's defined Adam's apple moving up and down as he consumes every last drop. He thrusts himself inside him slower, giving the smaller blonde some relief. Delicately, he runs his hands over Sanji's locks in appreciation before pulling himself out with a groan.

Gasping for air with overflowing cum dripping down his lips, Sanji gets hoisted up in the Warlord’s arms and kissed intimately. He moans softly and quietly into it, careful not to get heard by the worker just outside their door. Doflamingo licks his drool and the last of his own spillage from the blonde's chin.

Voice

As you wish, Sir. We will wait for you at the foyer.

Doflamingo

Oh… you're still here?

We will be down shortly. Leave or I'll cut your throat.

Voice

I–y–yes! I apologise, my Lord!

At that, they hear footsteps scrambling around in panic then it fades away. Doflamingo shakes his head disapprovingly as he kneels down to rest his still trembling legs. Sanji stands on his feet without removing himself from the Warlord’s embrace. He runs his fingers over his forehead then attempts to fix his dishevelled hair.

Doflamingo

The gall of some of these assholes.

Sanji grins at his reaction, cups his face and plants a gentle kiss in the corner of his lips. Doflamingo sighs into it and leans his forehead against his.

Doflamingo

Me vuelves loco…. 

The Warlord shows his gratitude by trailing light kisses from Sanji's nose then down to his neck, panting to catch his breath. The smaller blonde giggles quietly from the affectionate treatment and wraps his arms around Doflamingo's head, encasing him in.

Sanji

Mon amour chéri, nous devons y aller maintenant. Are you good?

Doflamingo

Yes. And you?

Sanji

Never better.

Doflamingo

Good.

Satisfied, they both fix each other's outfits in a hurry and give the cracked vanity mirror a quick visit to somewhat tidy themselves however they can before heading out the door. Doflamingo grabs and wears his sunglasses on the way.

Doflamingo

Oh and uh…you have to play mute.

Sanji

What?!

Doflamingo

Too much trash talk from your mouth, mi alma. Trust me, it's better this way.

—

The main reason Sanji had asked Doflamingo to take him to the Levely is because the slave disguise isn't hard to pull off with him. In fact, due to the true nature of his relationship with the Warlord, it’s proving quite easy and actually a lot of fun. They're always joint at the hip whenever they're together anyway, Doflamingo has a surprisingly gentle side, Sanji likes feeding and servicing his partner, and best of all, it's almost like they read each other's minds.

Their tactics to run their own kingdoms, wreak havoc on others and the way they present themselves may have some differences but the end goals are mostly one in the same. If one falters, the other will pick up the slack. They never failed joint missions because of this. Their differences in approach actually work to their advantage, opening up more opportunities for success to get whatever their hearts desire.

But today, they learn that this may be the first time that they're not completely in sync.

Sanji and Doflamingo sit inside the discreet protection of an especially large palanquin, made specifically to carry royalties of large stature like the Warlord himself. Like every other carriage in the parade, multiple slaves carry them through the open road that leads to Pangaea Castle as the crowd of wealthy citizens cheers for the kings and queens’ arrival for the Levely.

Instead of exposing themselves to the public, they kept their curtains shut for privacy. They whisper to each other with a hiss, a heated argument forming between them.

Doflamingo

That's not the agreement! Just stick to the plan! You don't know this place as well as I do–you’ll get caught!

Sanji

It was a last second discovery. It's too good to pass!

Doflamingo

We're here for the entire week. Do it later! The timeframe is too short!

Sanji

No! Everyone's out and about right now. It's now or never! I promise that I'll pop back in just in time!

Doflamingo

Don't you dare!

Sanji shuffles through his pockets concealed in the puffiness of his harem pants. He retrieves a small item that Doflamingo can't see, pulls back the curtain on his side and throws it through the small gap of the palanquin frames. It lands and rolls into a small alley that they pass. Doflamingo realises that it looks like one of Caesar Clown’s harmless gas bombs.

A second later it puffs out colourful purple smoke that spreads widely through the crowd then over the road in front of them. The parade comes to an abrupt halt as commotion ensues. Royal guards run towards the troubled area while the residents are running frightfully away from it. Some thought it part of the parade and cheered on.

Sanji quickly wraps himself in an elegant white cloak and covers his head with its hood.

Sanji

That's my cue. Love you!

Doflamingo

Wait, Sanji!

Sanji pecks the Warlord's cheek and quickly jumps off the window on Doflamingo's side. He joins a stream of panicked citizens within the purple cloud and vanishes among them.

Doflamingo groans in pain, falls backwards and slouches against the pillows behind him in defeat. He massages the bridge of his nose, lifting his sunglasses slightly to ease a developing headache. He hears the guards call off Sanji's colour bomb tactic as a prank and nothing more, then they proceed to shoo off the residents to clear the way for the parade.

—

In the middle of the road, a certain mermaid prince is afloat on his coral-made bubble near the entrance of Pangaea Palace. In his hand is a stack of papers and a pen secured on a clipboard.

This end of the parade is crowded but the cheering isn't as lively as the kings and queens have yet to reach it. The prince takes advantage of this to approach the residents and sound his pleas. The citizens throw disgusted and disapproving looks at him, distancing themselves when he nears them.

Fukaboshi

Citizens of Mary Geoise! I am Prince Fukaboshi of Fish-Man Island. We ask for your sympathy so the merfolk may have a voice in the council. We just need a few more signatures for our petition!

The crowd cringes at the thought of a lesser creature wanting to take part in the Levely. They whisper among themselves suspiciously, wondering how a fishman like him has managed to find his way on their precious land. They make an effort to keep away further lest they inhale the dirtied air that he exhumes.

Nearby, Sanji emerges from an open window and jumps stealthily on the rooftop of a nobleman's mansion. He squats and victoriously tosses a small bag of stolen condensed seastones in his hands before hiding it away in his harem pants. He smiles heartily in satisfaction, patting it.

The next part of his plan is to create another diversion so he can sneak his way back to Doflamingo. But it seems like the job's already been done for him.

He eyes the royal guards as they run towards the palace entrance which, for some unknown reason, has a bigger commotion than the colour bomb tactic that he pulled earlier. He isn't one to complain. This gives him plenty of opportunity to scale down the walls and blend back into the crowd without causing the mischief himself for once.

Before he can act, he hears booing and a man's cries for help. Curious, he takes a running leap off the edge of the rooftop and hops onto another mansion to get a better angle. When he looks down on the road, his vision focuses on a particularly large fishman. His heart-shaped eyes bulge out of his eye sockets and his tongue sticks out lecherously.

Sanji

Ooooh, he's huge!! 

Scared but determined, the mermaid prince bravely steels himself to continue sounding his pleas to the now angry locals.

Fukaboshi

Please, your small contribution would change the lives of many! All we ask is a few seconds of your time and–

A piece of fruit hurls over the crowd and hits him square on his face, splattering its juices all over his front. The residents cheer on then continue their bombardment and booing. The mermaid prince protects his face with his wide forearms. He tries to back away fearfully but finds that the furious locals have him surrounded.

Sanji’s expression turns into fury, immediately feeling his blood boil from the sight.

Royal Guard

Alright, that's enough fun, everyone! You there, clear off! The rulers are coming through shortly!

Fukaboshi

But I am a–

Royal Guard

The rulers who matter, fish scum. Leave before I have you arrested!

Fukaboshi

N–no! Our people are living beings too! Just like you, your friends and your families!

Royal Guard

How dare you compare me with the likes of you! Men, seize the–

The mermaid prince hears a light clatter on the ground underneath him. Before he can properly look, he is suddenly engulfed in thick purple smoke, along with the residents and the royal guard around him. They cough from the gas and blindly run away from the source, some trip and fall onto the ground clumsily. When the smoke clears, the fishman prince has vanished.

—

Sanji holds onto Fukaboshi as he leads them away from the crowded grounds of the main entrance and through the isolated road parallel along the palace walls. The mermaid prince, still coughing, rubs his eyes to clear his vision then gasps when he sees that he is holding hands with a human who had apparently rescued him from the wrath of the locals and getting arrested.

Fukaboshi

Wh–who are you?

Sanji doesn't reply to play the silent slave that Doflamingo wants him to be. If he's being honest with himself, he is unsure on what to do next but he knows that he doesn't have time to escort the prince all the way out of the country.

As they run, Sanji's hood falls off, enabling Fukaboshi to get a glimpse of the famous Hoof of the Soaring Dragon burnt on the back of his neck. The mermaid prince also can't help but stare at the fresh bite marks and bruises all over his otherwise smooth skin.

Fukaboshi

You're a slave, huh? It's very brave of you to do this but won't you get in trouble?

Again, Sanji doesn't reply. He simply keeps his eyes forward and his haki focused to ensure the prince’s safe escape.

Fukaboshi

Hey, why don't you come with me?

At that, Sanji's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the sudden offer.

Fukaboshi

A number of our citizens are liberated slaves. We can offer you sanctuary! I'm sure my father will be more than happy to shelter you. In my opinion, we need more humans at home.

Though… not everyone shares the same views…. There are some outdated laws but I'm trying to purge all the obsolete ones…. Unfortunately there's been a lot of resistance from our own people….

Sanji feels the presence of royal guards on patrol ahead. He pulls Fukaboshi down a narrow alley between a couple of extravagantly decorated shops then takes another turn to lead them away.

Fukaboshi

Can't talk, huh? Are you not allowed to?

Sanji takes pity on the prince’s nervously rambling state. He finally gives in and nods in response.

Fukaboshi

I see…. I uh…owe you my thanks. I didn't realise it's this bad up here. I was hoping for an audience with any of the World Nobles and to get signatures for a petition…. And maybe even an opportunity to sit in the Levely.

Sanji slows his pace to walk alongside the fishman and get a good look at him, intrigued with his story.

Fukaboshi

I know, it's silly to do this head on. My father and siblings think this whole venture is dangerous and all for naught but if I can just listen in on one of the talks, I might get more ideas on how we can better appeal to have a seat in the council. This whole campaign is really–

The blonde stops in his tracks and pushes him forcefully against the alley’s stone wall.

Fukaboshi

Oww! What are you doing?!

Sanji places a finger on his own lips to tell him to be quiet. He leans himself against the same surface and watches the far end of the alley.

Not long after, they see a group of residents run past, no doubt to join the parade. He guesses that the rulers are probably nearing the palace entrance any moment now which means he is running out of time though he couldn't help but be interested in the intentions of the noble prince. He pushes himself off the wall and faces Fukaboshi.

Fukaboshi

You're really good at this. Do you usually sneak around?

Sanji gives him a cheeky smile and makes a gesture with his hand, trying to say “maybe”. Then he shuffles through his pocket to offer him a clean cloth.

Fukaboshi

Erm…what’s that for? Do you need me to wear a mask?

The blonde rolls his eyes, resisting every urge to sarcastically remark, “What would that do, hide your fishman identity?!” but Doflamingo's voice, “Too much trash talk from your mouth, mi alma,” echoes in his head. To make himself clear, he reaches out instead. 

Seeing that he’s trying to get to his head and thinking that he will somehow hide his features in it, Fukaboshi lowers himself and gasps when Sanji cups his jaw and begins wiping his face clean from the dirt that the residents had created for him. The mermaid prince is too stunned and speechless from the man’s gentle and caring touch. Having made his point clear, Sanji offers the cloth to him again to tell him to clean the rest himself. Fukaboshi understands and follows through, taking the fabric from his hand.

Fukaboshi

Tha…thank you, friend.

As he continues to wipe himself clean, Sanji points at the clipboard tucked under his arm.

Fukaboshi

What? You… want to sign it?

The blonde eagerly nods, smiling brightly at him.

Fukaboshi 

O–oh, wow. Yes, yes of course! Every single one helps!

He passes the clipboard and a pen which Sanji takes and quickly scribbles his name onto it.

Fukaboshi

As far as I know, you're the first human to ever volunteer. I appreciate it, friend.

Imagine if one of the kings or queens signed it! It'll be worth a hundred signatures, maybe more! If only….

Sanji grins at him, trying to say that he's happy to help. He returns the signed petition to him.

Before Fukaboshi can read his name, Sanji grabs his hand once more and leads them away. This time, he changes direction.

—

Back in the slow-moving palanquin, Doflamingo is reading a book to entertain himself and distract his mind. He then feels the pillowy seat next to him sink.

Doflamingo

Did you get what you needed?

Sanji

Yes~

The Warlord sighs in relief as he shuts his book close and tosses it on the side. He is unsure how Sanji managed to sneak inside but given that there are no disturbances from the parade, he doesn't question it. He simply wraps an arm over the other blonde’s side of the seat. Feeling particularly cuddly, Sanji leans against him and rubs his cheek on his chest affectionately.

Doflamingo

You are well aware that they will inspect you, right? And this carriage, before you can even step foot in there.

Sanji

Yes.

Doflamingo

That means you can't hold onto more of Caesar's colour bombs and your newly acquired seastones.

Sanji

What do you take me for? It's all sorted out. Don't worry your pretty blonde head about it!

Doflamingo smiles warmly. He lowers down and plants a soft kiss on his forehead before resting his chin on the top of his head. He finally allows himself to relax, having his favourite person return safely in his arms.

Doflamingo

I never doubted you for a second.

—

Fukaboshi was snuck into the palace and straight into the vast empty room where the council will be held. He had been cramped into one of the large cabinets that originally had numerous plates and other kitchen utensils stored in it for the staff's easy access. Sanji had speedily relocated them somehow, along with the inner shelves to make room for him. The cabinet is huge in size but because of his stature, it's still a tight fit so they had to get rid of his bubble.

He's been waiting in the same spot for an hour now with nothing happening. He begins to wonder if this is a trap which makes him extremely anxious. He knew he had an immediate crush on this handsome slave and was too shy to say no to being led here. He's okay with the fact that this just makes him look an even bigger fool though he may have some regrets later if he gets discovered.

His tail is starting to feel sore, and his fins itchy and dry. He considers stepping out momentarily to stretch out and investigate but then there is a sound of the massive entrance doors opening and closing. Nervously, he peeks through the keyhole.

Suddenly, the cabinet doors swing open and he is face to face with a tall man wearing a pink feathery coat and red pointed sunglasses. He has a nasty snarl on his face. Fukaboshi recognises him immediately as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. He gulps nervously.

Fukaboshi

Uh…

The mermaid prince sees a familiar figure pop up from under the Warlord's coat. Sanji grins and waves at him cheerfully.

Fukaboshi

H–hi…? I uh…got your condensed seastones and these uh… bombs. Do you need them?

Sanji shakes his head but squeezes himself to get past Doflamingo's looming figure to retrieve the clipboard from Fukaboshi’s hand. He passes it over to the Warlord.

Doflamingo

What?

The other blonde gestures for him to sign it so Doflamingo takes the clipboard, quickly skims his eyes over the texts of the front page then peruses through the stacks of papers.

Doflamingo

This is a petition for the Neptune family to take part in the Levely and all future political gatherings.

Fukaboshi

Y…yes, Sir.

Doflamingo

This deserves to be burnt.

Fukaboshi

No, please!

Sanji lightly tugs Doflamingo's sleeve and curls a finger, gesturing for the Warlord to come closer, batting his long attractive eyelids to him seductively.

Doflamingo

Well…if I get a kiss from you first, I'll sign.

As the Warlord bends down, Sanji snatches the clipboard off his hands and whacks the top of his head with it. Then he shoves it and the pen into his chest impatiently.

Doflamingo

Ouch! Fine, FINE!

Just…easy. Since you asked me to do it, of course I will.

This is a very odd but victorious sight for Fukaboshi. He never imagined that one of the rulers would actually sign the petition, just as he wished. In his mind, this risky trip to Mary Geoise has already paid off. Having the king of Dressrosa on side would greatly benefit his people and already guarantees an audience with one of the World Leaders at the very least. He knew that this man had great influence as a Warlord and as a former Celestial Dragon. He watches him take the opportunity to properly read the front page this time, hovering the pen over the lines side to side.

Fukaboshi

You're not what I expected, Your Highness.

Doflamingo

Hmm?

Fukaboshi

I see some good in you.

Doflamingo raises an irritated brow at him while Sanji grins teasingly, jabbing his side with his elbow.

Fukaboshi

P–please don’t take it the wrong way! I meant no offense! But the things I hear and read in the news… well….

I just didn't expect you to be like… this. Your friend here is the very first slave I met who looks genuinely happy to be one.

Doflamingo

Keep talking and I'll throw this into the fire.

Fukaboshi's lips thin into a line. He gulps nervously.

Doflamingo

And don't call him that. He's a free man.

Fukaboshi blinks at that. When Doflamingo finally scribbles his name, Sanji pulls the Warlord by the collar and gives his cheek a quick peck in gratitude.

Doflamingo offers the signed petition back to the mermaid prince but before he can get his hands on it, the Warlord pulls it back.

Doflamingo

Listen here and listen closely. We're in the middle of a mission and, unfortunately, you're in for the ride. I don’t know why my little pet here decided to drag you into this mess and insisted that we help you, so don’t get any wrong ideas.

No matter what happens, you will stay in here quietly for the full duration of the council for the day. Do you understand?

Fukaboshi

Y–yes, I understand.

Doflamingo

Now, when I close these doors, I will secure it so no one can open it. Do not attempt to leave or make a single noise until we come back for you. Are we clear?

Fukaboshi swallows nervously.

Fukaboshi

Clear as day, Your Highness.

Doflamingo

If you so much as wag your little tail, I'm going to keep you in here and starve you to death.

Sanji impatiently takes the clipboard off the Warlord, whacks his arm loudly with it and finally returns it to the mermaid prince.

Doflamingo

Ow! Calm down already. I just need to make sure he knows what he's in for.

Fukaboshi gratefully takes the signed petition and studies it. His eyes widened in astonishment to find not one but two signatures of infamous ruling kings on the front page. He looks up to Sanji who winks at him but before he can say anything, the Warlord shuts the cabinet doors closed and seals them with his invisible strings.

—

Sanji and Doflamingo later re-enter the room. This time, they are part of the line of kings and queens who take their seats to represent their countries. And so marks the beginning of the Levely.

Fukaboshi peeks through the small open keyhole. With a very limited line of sight, he doesn't really see much but he identifies a few long standing participants such as Ham Burger and Nefertari Cobra. Much to his relief, his Warlord ally has claimed the seat closest to the cabinet where he hid. The apparent ruler of Germa Kingdom sat comfortably on his lap, in disguise, playing the part of an eye candy. Many of the rulers’ stare at them with bulging eyes and mouths agape through the first couple of hours of the council.

Voice

I must say, this is highly unusual of you, Doflamingo.

Fukaboshi can't really see or recognise the voice who speaks out but the room falls silent.

Voice

You never bring anyone along to the Levely. Yet here you are with one and…a very pretty little thing at that too.

For the very first time, Fukaboshi hears the Warlord's menacing chuckle. He feels the scales through his body tremble at the deep sound.

Doflamingo

Do you have a problem with it, King Wapol?

Wapol

Not at all! I'm just wondering if he's for sale? Would you be up for a trade?

Doflamingo

No.

Wapol

Come on! If not him, does he have any relatives? Siblings?

Doflamingo

Actually, y–

Sanji discreetly rams a bruising heel of his foot onto Doflamingo's calf bone under the tablecloth. The Warlord takes a sharp breath in, fights through the urge to scream out in pain and replies as calmly as he can.

Doflamingo

If you want your own, you are free to attend my auction at Sabaody Archipelago. Other than that, keep your grubby hands to yourself, worm.

Cobra

I'd like to remind the council that this is a discussion of worldly concerns so we may better the lives of our loyal subjects. And not despicable human trading.

Wapol

Come now, Nefertari! I'm not the only one thinking about it!

Doflamingo, I'm certain that you didn't bring him here for no reason. This is clearly an advertisement for your stock! And a beautiful one too. Surely you would do us the honour of… sharing… this fine specimen?

There is a murmur throughout the room. It scares Fukaboshi how many of them are agreeing along with King Wapol. They fall silent once more when Doflamingo finally replies.

Doflamingo

You're right.

The rulers stare at him, surprised that for once he voices an agreeing answer.

Doflamingo

He is here for a reason. I brought him along so he can crawl over you in your sleep to rip that big mouth off yours and slit your throat.

There is a sound of scrambling chairs, and the crashing of various plates and glasses as Wapol yells out death threats and curses at Doflamingo. Some of the other rulers begin arguing among each other about the concerns of slave trading and the Celestial Dragons’ contribution to the matter. Chaos unfolds and fights ensue.

Fukaboshi can no longer understand what's happening to the scene before him. Left and right, he sees furniture being tossed around. Some had tea or wine spill over their garments while some were rolling over the table, beating each other messily.

Some of the panicked rulers scramble to hide themselves from the fight. In two instances, someone tried to open the cabinet where he hid but to no avail, thanks to Doflamingo's efforts in securing it.

When Fukaboshi glances towards his friends, he sees various items hurled towards the tall Warlord. The man simply flicks his fingers to send the incoming projectiles back to where they came from with his invisible strings. During the chaos, the mermaid prince sees Sanji whisper something in Doflamingo's ear before kissing him on the cheek and slipping away.

The royal guards eventually interfere and the rulers settle back onto their seats, albeit looking a lot filthier and less presentable than when the Levely started. Fukaboshi sees Sanji return to Doflamingo's lap but no one else is all the wiser.

—

When the first of many talks finally concludes for the day, kings and queens retire back to their chambers for mealtime. Fukaboshi waited patiently inside the cabinet as instructed, but it's getting extremely strenuous as he hasn't stretched out nor visited the toilet for the entire day. Thankfully, Sanji and Doflamingo return to free him as they promised and sneak him into their newly assigned ensuite inside the palace.

Sanji and Fukaboshi sat quietly at the dining table, listening to Doflamingo's conversation with the palace worker by the door. He kept it just slightly ajar, enough to communicate through so he could conceal the rest of the living space behind his large figure.

Palace Worker

Just the usual portion for yourself with a plus one, my King?

Doflamingo

Triple it.

Palace Worker

I…wh–what? Are you sure, my Lord? …That's quite a lot. Enough for a family of ten, my Liege.

Doflamingo

…Yes. I've been eating a lot. Trying to uh…work out.

Palace Worker

I–I see!

Sanji covers his mouth to stop himself from giggling out loud but his shoulders shake violently. Fukaboshi enjoyed the sight of him and couldn't help but smile along.

They see Doflamingo wave his hand towards them, desperately gesturing for the blonde to shut up. This just worsens it and Sanji practically falls onto the floor, rolling side to side with both hands covering his reddened face. The mermaid prince grins at his clumsiness and snickers as quietly as he can.

Doflamingo

I'm just…you know, quite famished.

Palace Worker

R–right.

Doflamingo

Just…trying this uh…new diet.

Palace Worker

It's really no trouble, Your Highness! We will have your food ready within an hour. Unfortunately there will be a bit of a wait due to the large order.

Will you be eating in the main dining hall with everyone or would you prefer to dine in private?

Doflamingo

Just in here.

Quietly, Doflamingo shuts and locks the door. He snaps an annoyed look at the now laughing blonde on the floor.

Doflamingo

What?! What's so funny?!

Sanji

You–you realise that we're here for the entire week, right?! Prince Fukaboshi will be leaving later tonight but they're going to be serving us the same amount of food three times a day for the full duration of our stay!

Doflamingo

Oh…shit.

Sanji

And you used yourself as an excuse?! A fucking–HAHAH–“diet”?! Now you can't take it back because they'll be suspicious! You have to eat most of it!

I know you eat a lot but…ten, Doffy! A serving for ten!!

Doflamingo buries his face into his hands and painfully groans.

Doflamingo

Wait, why can't you help me? It's partly for you!

Sanji

No, I can't! I'm acting as your slave so I have to maintain my form to look malnourished and somewhat mistreated. You have to finish most of it!

Doffy!!! You're going to come out of the Levely looking like a balloon boy!

Doflamingo

Fuck. I really did not think this one through. Ugh….

Sanji continues laughing out loud.

Doflamingo is genuinely hungry after the long day but he suddenly feels sick thinking about how much food he has to force feed himself for the rest of the week, knowing full well how the other blonde feels about wasting a single scrap. He walks to the dining table, pulls up a chair next to Sanji's and sinks into it in defeat.

Fukaboshi feels guilty about his involvement in all this. He observes the Warlord brooding over his fate as Sanji continues to tease him for it.

Fukaboshi

I owe you my thanks, friend. You’ve done quite a lot for me and my people already. You really don't have to feed and shelter me. I'm happy to go on my way.

Doflamingo

Don't be a reckless idiot. The whole city is celebrating right now so sneaking out an unwanted large fishman like you is downright impossible. From the palace, no less.

If you get caught, so do we.

Sanji

He's right, dear.

Sanji finally pulls himself up from the floor to sit on his own chair.

Sanji

There's no point right now. You'll just get arrested and god knows what they do to fishmen up here in captivity…regardless of status.

In the meantime, what better way to hide yourself than under their own noses? I'll personally help you leave the city tonight, don't worry. So relax, make yourself at home, and eat as much as you can when the food arrives…or else Doffy here won't be able to fit through that door before the Levely is through.

Doflamingo scoffs at that and opens the book he'd been reading from the palanquin. Sanji hops off his chair and starts making hot drinks at a nearby station.

Fukaboshi

Your Highness…

Sanji

Call me Sanji. You've seen my name on that petition already.

Fukaboshi

Err… Sanji. I hope you don't mind if I ask but…what do you hope to accomplish from this Levely? My family wishes to have a place on the council for the survival and bettering the quality of lives of our species. And thanks to your signatures, we have a guaranteed place in it now, but after seeing all that…I'm not so sure anymore. Why does the king of Germa want to join these? It doesn't seem…effective for what it's meant to be.

Sanji hums to himself, thinking of a good response while Doflamingo simply keeps his nose to his book and flips a page over.

Doflamingo

They're not always like that. We purposely riled up Wapol to start a fight.

Fukaboshi

You did? Why?

Sanji

Did you learn much today, Prince Fukaboshi?

Fukaboshi

Truthfully? I learned that a lot of humans are not to be trusted…. No offense….

Sanji

None taken! Because you're right. It’s an invaluable insight.

Fukaboshi stares at him, intrigued at his reaction. Sanji sets down a tray with a pot of tea, and milk and sugar on the side. 

Sanji

Germa is in desperate need of allies. My late father's old friends don't want anything to do with me, and I certainly don't want to involve myself with them. So…here we are.

Sanji distributes teacups among them before finally circling around the table to reclaim his seat on the opposite side of Fukaboshi, next to Doflamingo. The Warlord sets down his book to pour drinks.

Sanji 

I came here so I can see for myself who I can trust and who to fuck over. I need to read people with my own eyes. Sending over retainers or spies would just complicate matters. Hence…

Sanji gestures both of his hands over his outfit.

Fukaboshi

You're… pretending to be a slave?

Sanji

Yes.

Fukaboshi

I…I'm not sure that I understand what that would do.

Sanji

You can get a sense of a person's true nature by how they treat people who they consider “lower” than them. I could have pretended to be a palace worker, a cleaner or maybe even a beggar, but since owning slaves is a fad here, it's the best choice.

I need to know what they’re like–their morals, their personal values, who’s most likely to stab me in the back, who is most likely to sacrifice themselves to save their people–that sort of thing. These make up the fine lines between winning a war and losing it, between building prosperity and falling into poverty.

Fukaboshi remembers King Wapol, and how the rulers fell into a fight among each other when the topic of slave trading was brought up. The tactic suddenly makes sense. His mother believed that unity between humans and merfolk can be achieved through understanding and trust but he knew very well that that takes time. It sounds like Sanji's requirements for the survival of his people are in need of a more immediate action and forcing a controversial topic into the talks creates a reliable shortlist of potential allies to start off with. Already on the first day, they have effectively collected vital information that not only benefits the king of Germa but also the Warlord and himself as well. He can only imagine what more they can achieve from the remaining days of the Levely during their stay.

Doflamingo sips his tea while reading his book, flipping to the next page with his index finger.

Doflamingo

Fucker looks good hanging off my arm too.

Sanji

Oh, and yes, that too! It’s the first time I've seen you in your formals–sexy as fuck, I say. How hot did we look together?!

Doflamingo

We still do, mi alma.

Sanji

Too bad it won't last long since you have to eat so much. Oh, how I will miss your pretty body….

Doflamingo

Ugh…

Fukaboshi begins to feel a small pang of jealousy but he shakes his head at the thought. He looks down and twiddles his thumbs, thinking deeply. Secured with the garment around his waist, he sees the cloth that Sanji had given him earlier. He admires it for a moment before the smaller blonde finally speaks out.

Sanji

Don’t hurt yourself. Spill it, your Highness.

The mermaid prince shyly looks up as the smaller blonde takes a sip of his own drink. He stammers the next question.

Fukaboshi

I couldn’t help but wonder…. How long have you two been together?

Doflamingo’s expression remains impassive as he keeps his gaze on his book while Sanji simply leans on his arm and chuckles lightly. It looks as though they’re both used to getting asked this question.

Sanji

Oh, my prince. We’re allies but we’re not exclusive lovers, if that’s what you’re really asking.

Fukaboshi

O–oh…. Sorry, I just thought… because you seem inseparable, even in private….

Sanji

You’re very cute, aren’t you?

Fukaboshi

I–you think that I’m–what?

Sanji

Hey, Doffy~

Doflamingo

I am not having a threesome with a fish.

Sanji

Oh, come on! How do you know that you don’t like it if you don’t try it?

Doflamingo

I’ve tried it plenty, thank you. It’s just too slippery for my taste. Gets really hard to find your footing, you know?

Sanji

Ooh! I kind of like the sound of that! Tell me more~

Fukaboshi

This…this conversation is not where I thought it was going to go.

Doflamingo

If you want to ask him out, just spit it out, man.

Fukaboshi didn’t realise that his scales could go vividly red. He feels his fins hackle up involuntarily. When he makes the mistake of glancing at Sanji, the blonde is leaning on both palms of his hands on the table, smiling brightly at him and waiting eagerly to hear his next words.

With a shaky hand, he reaches into his pockets and quickly brings up his bubbly coral, nearly dropping it clumsily in the process, to inflate a clear donut around his waist. Sanji blinks at him in surprise. As soon as the float is formed, the mermaid prince flees quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. The two hear him practically hyperventilating on the other side.

Sanji

Doffy! Look what you’ve done!

The corner of Doflamingo’s lips twitch slightly as he tries to conceal a smile. He sips his tea casually and flicks over the next page of his book.

—

Far beneath the White Sea, Doflamingo gasps for air as he drags himself out of the blue oceanic water on all fours, pulling the figure of the blonde look-alike onto the safe sandy shores of Jaya. His arms tremble madly as he coughs seawater out of his lungs, barely able to keep himself up.

A powerful wave suddenly engulfs him and lifts him up, forcing him to release the stranger. The body of water shifts and swirls around in a vortex, squeezing his figure tightly above ground. He immediately feels weak and powerless inside it. With gritted teeth, he looks through the partly broken lenses of his sunglasses and freezes at the sight of a pointed trident on his cheek. Weidling it is a familiar mermaid of large stature, afloat on his usual donut bubble.

Fukaboshi

Doflamingo.

The Warlord practically spits at him.

Doflamingo

Prince Fukaboshi.

Fukaboshi moves closer to him until he's inches away from his face.

Fukaboshi

It's “King” now, actually.

Doflamingo

Well then…congratulations are in order, Your Liege.

Would it by chance have anything to do with you waging war on my kingdom?

Fukaboshi 

Maybe.

Doflamingo chuckles softly until Fukaboshi pushes the trident against his face, piercing his skin. The Warlord drops his smile.

Fukaboshi

Doffy…where’s Sanji?

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Bonus: Full Artwork

I changed up the design of Sanji's Germa throne in this story. The shape of the skull's eyes and added rings around the horns resemble Doffy's sunglasses and earrings respectively. The altered design symbolises their long standing relationship, which goes way back before Zoro came into the picture.

[bakkfity]

Does rosinante ever tell doflamingo about what happened to homing’s head ?

What does doffy feel about it?, or does he not care.

That is a good question! I thought about that when I drew those sketches, and honestly, I feel the kind of uncertainty I imagine Rosinante would feel. He doesn't like to think about everything that happened before he was sold out. He loves his brother and wanted to reunite with him, but that doesn't erase the memory of their last encounter with their father.

It was a "neither with you, nor without you" situation after Doffy killed Homing, and that moment gave the angry mob just enough time to catch and sell Rosinante.

And from then on, worse things kept coming—far worse than seeing his brother behead their father's corpse.

After all those years among the Celestial Dragons, he understands now that their father's wish to leave that life behind was the right choice. It's a reminder to Rosinante that Homing was a good man. But still… they suffered so much because of him. He can see that now. Homing was too idealistic, too naive for the real world. Rosinante doesn't hate him for it—but he understands both his father's and his brother's point of view.

But just because he understands what it's like to be angry at their father's choices, he hesitates for a very long time before ever saying anything to Doffy. Because he knows—Doffy still despises Homing. Still… I can imagine a moment, someday, when Rosinante finally opens up a little. Maybe he tells Doffy that after the city drove him out, they kept their father's head and used it to mock him—to humiliate him.

And maybe there would be a small flame of anger in Rosinante too. Because, why did Doffy have to leave the head there? Couldn't he have just thrown it into the sea? Buried it underground? Anything would have been better than leaving it for the Celestial Dragons to gloat over.

And as for Doflamingo... I don't think he'd ever feel guilt for what he did. But I do think he'd feel guilt for making Rosinante witness it all. For making him live through every choice he made, and suffer the consequences that came with them. He doesn't feel bad about the head. He really doesn't care about that. But knowing that Rosinante suffered because of all of this? That would make him feel bad.

I like to think that, by then, Doflamingo would be emotionally mature enough to talk about these things with Rosinante—openly, honestly, and without hiding behind his usual arrogance or sense of superiority.

Yeah. I'm rambling again.

[onepiecc]

Cosima & Doflamingo (@conquiistador)

Cosima is looking for a puppet to help maintain her place, but the fallen dragon might not be looking for salvation. Commission done by @attyrocious

[thedeadhead]

I have a One Piece theory that the Celestial Dragons have naturally strong fighting abilities and Haki control, but it’s really only accessible if they were to train or put in any effort. Hence why I suspect Imu spoils them rotten, so they get lazy over the generations and could never threaten him.

Also they’re so greedy and corrupt now they don’t give a damn who runs things as long as they get their wants met.

I feel like St. Garling and the Gods Knights are an example of the Celestial Dragons who have still retained some of that ability and skill, but have been turned towards selfish & evil goals

For example, Doflamingo as a child was able to unlock a massive burst of Conquerer’s Haki when he was put under duress, and we know Shanks, another descendant of the C.D, has some of the most powerful Haki in the series thus far.

Also could help explain why Mjosgard got handsomer and was wielding a weapon after he stopped being garbage

[mingomilk]

even more Celestial Dragon!AU stuff