#doffy is sorry he missed it

[meteortrails]

law and luffy are just like. what if I saw you at the peak of your miracle working competence, and then the literal next time I saw you it was at your most isolated and broken. and what if that moment of seeing you alone and grieving and terrified was the moment where I decided you were someone worth keeping, someone who I personally cared about and wanted around. how does that not make you wanna lose your fucking mind.

and then the other thing on top of that which always gets me is the way that you can just so clearly see that neither of them has any idea how to fit this relationship into any preexisting context - Luffy calls him part of his crew, but law is the captain of his own crew and would clearly die before giving that up; law calls them allies but it is glaringly obvious that they care about each other in a way that goes beyond that. of course Luffy is generally a lot less bothered about this than law, who routinely wants to put his own head through a wall about it, but it’s just such a fun layer to their dynamic I think.

[heartfeltcierra]

Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

AN- I hope you enjoy part two of OP character receiving a friendship bracelet! (You can find part one that included Roger, Ace, Shanks, Marco and Doffy here)

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Characters- Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

Warnings/Contents-Fluff, All SFW, Mentions of fights, Law's is a little angsty and a bit longer.

I'll be posting a marine version tomorrow night including Koby, Garp, Smoker and Issho

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Zoro

 🍶 Zoro was confused at first but smirked seeing what it said “Best swordsman huh?”  “You need to make one for curly brows that says “Dumbest cook.”

🍶  Immediately took that back saying he wants to be the only one you make bracelets for 

🍶 He noticed there was some spare room on the bracelet, so he came up with a idea to fill the blank spots

 “You were pretty tough.” Zoro said, putting his swords back into their sheath. “I’ll get my girl to add you to my bracelet.” 

 “Excuse me?” Despite being half dead, the  bloody man lifted off of the ground with a rather angry expression. “What the hell does that mean?” 

 “You see this?” Zoro bends down, showing the man the many beads decorating the bracelet. “They represent my victories, and since I won against you, she’ll add a bead to it.” The man could only give Zoro a baffled look knowing he was now nothing more than a mere bracelet charm. “Anyways, nice fight and all but I gotta go. Which way is the exit?”

 “To the left.”    

 “Thanks.”

 “You fool, that's the right!”

 (To bad the bracelet doesn’t have a GPS)

 Luffy

🍗 Rubber boy was very excited when you gave it to him

🍗Would walk up to strangers to show them saying “Y/N made me this, I bet you're jealous!” 

🍗The only person that was genuinely jealous was Sanji 

🍗 Tries to take good care of it, note TRIES

 

  “Y/n…..” You look and see Luffy peeking his head into your room with an unusual gloomy look on his face. 

  “What’s wrong Luffy?” He padded over to you and laid the bracelet, or more like parts of the bracelet in front of you. 

 “It broke earlier during the fight. ” You knew from his tone he felt bad. “I’m sorry.” 

 “It’s okay!” You rummaged through the remains and smiled realizing the damage wasn’t irreversible. “I can fix it.” The frown on your captain’s face was finally replaced by that wide smile you know and love. “I’ll even make it more durable so it’s harder to break!”

  “You’re the best.” Luffy nearly sent you to the floor as he snaked his limbs around your body. “Also can you make one for my other wrist?”

“Sure what do you want it to say?”

 “Meat.”

  (I mean it’s Luffy, what did you expect?)

Sanji

 💛-You might as well have proposed to the man

 💛- Picks you up immediately and starts spinning saying “We might as well plan our wedding~”

 💛- A little bummed to hear you weren’t proposing, but is still eccentric that you made him something 

 “What kind of fighter doesn’t use his hands?” The beaten looks up at Sanji

 “Listen pal, my hands are only meant for two things. For Cooking…” His serious face scrunches up to his signature lovestruck idiot. “And for wearing bracelets made by my dear Y/N-Swan~” 

 (Please make this man more bracelets)

 Bartolomeo

💚 -His soul ascends into the clouds seeing that you made him something (Bonus points if your a straw hat pirate)

💚-Would fall to the ground and cry for a good half hour claiming he was “unworthy.” 

💚- But despite loving the bracelet, he NEVER wears it

 “Look at what was bestowed upon me.” He proudly holds up a small display case. “A friendship bracelet handcrafted by none other than Miss Y/N.” 

 The entire Strawhat lovers congregation would ooh and awe at the encased bracelet.

 “I could sit all day and bask in the sheer awesomeness.” Bart hits the floor with tears running down his face. “I just…I love her so much.”

 “Oh no boss man’s going down!”

  “What do we do?!” 

 “I don’t know, but we better figure something out. Were losing him!”

 Luckily after a cold towel and some fanning, the Barto Club was able to revive their green haired leader.

  (Please do not make this man any more bracelets , unless you want to send him into a coma.)

 Sabo

🎩- You had no idea what you were really getting yourself into

🎩-You know how people flex their engagement rings? Yeah Sabo’s going to do that… a lot

🎩-“Oh this thing? Well my beautiful Y/N hand crafted it for m-“ Would go on and on when literally no one asked 💀💀💀

 

“Y/N come quick it’s Sabo!” You follow Hack in a full blown panic as he leads you down to the RA’s infirmary.

 “Sabo!” You see him lying in one of the beds breathing heavily with a towel on his forehead. “What happened?”

 “Y/N….” You rush to his side and he takes your hand in his. “I’m sorry. But…” Tears roll down his face. “I promise I did everything in my power to save it….”

“To save what Sabo?”

 “My…..my…..MY BRACELET.”

 ….

 ….

 “I’m leaving.” 

 “Why?” 🥺

 “Sabo you literally went into shock, scared everyone half to death and ended up hospitalized , over a bracelet.”

 “But it’s not just any bracelet.” He frowns. “You made it for me.”

 “And I’ll make you another one.” You playfully roll your eyes. “So tell me what exactly happened to it?”

 “To be honest, I burned it off accidentally.” He nervously scratches the side of his head. “I’m still not quite used to my new powers.” 

  “I see.” You nod.  “I’ll see if I can somehow make one that’s fireproof.”

 “You will?” The blonde smiles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him on the bed. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too.” You let yourself relax into his hold. “With that being said, can you promise me that you'll never do this again?”

 “You have my word not only as the chief of staff, but also as your overly dramatic boyfriend….. that I may do this again.”

 (Sabo is a absolute drama queen and you cannot tell me otherwise)

 Law

 🫀- And the crowd goes mild

 🫀- Literally had no initial reaction

 🫀- Law would stare at it, then back at you, then back to the bracelet, then back to you

 🫀- Poor man is not good at showing his emotions, so bear with him

 “Why?” Law gives you a confused look while staring at your labor of love. 

 “Because I wanted to.” You shrug your shoulders,  a little hurt seeing the lack of reaction.

 “I see.” Law doesn’t put the bracelet on, instead he puts it in his pocket. “Thank you.” He immediately turns his attention away from you and goes back to working.

 “Sure” You turn away with a frown. “I’ll go now, see you later.” 

 The second you leave the room Law is pulling that bracelet back out of his pocket while sporting the deepest shade of red on his cheeks. 

 He was so caught off guard and over the moon because of how cute and excited you looked while giving it to him that he completely went brain dead. 

 But he was now back to his senses and remembered the frown on your face as you left the room. 

 ~~~~

 You were laying on your bed sulking when you heard a knock on your door followed by a “It’s me.” You recognize your boyfriend's voice, but you're still hurt from earlier so you don’t reply. Instead you bury your face deeper into the pillow

 “SHAMBLES.” 

 “I didn’t say you could come in…” You spoke into the “pillow” which is now none other than Law.

 “You also didn’t say I couldn’t.” His tattooed arms pull you closer into his chest. 

 “Guess not.” Despite being angry at him, you can’t help but enjoy the closeness. “Is there something that you need, captain?”

 “Yes there is actually.” Law says in a matter of fact tone  “I have a very important task to assign you to.” You look up at him completely confused. “I need you to make me a bracelet with our jolly Roger on it.”

 “You want another bracelet?” You pull back from his hold. “I didn’t think you liked the first one I gave you.” 

 “I didn't like it, I loved it... see.”  You smile seeing the bracelet was in its rightful place on his wrist. “So do you think you can do it?”

 “Of course I can.” You jump up from the bed and run over to your desk that was covered in different colors of twine. “I’ll work on it right now!”

 Law feels relieved seeing the smile he fell in love with back on your face. Mission accomplished. He was about to leave the room to let you work, but couldn’t help but notice a huge pile of bracelets sitting in a basket on your dresser.

 “Damn Y/N you really like making these don’t you?” Law said while rummaging through the bracelets.

 “Law, wait!” It was too late, he was already holding the cheesy couples bracelets you made out of self indulgence. “I umm. I just made these for fun..”

 “Oh really?”  Law smirks while spinning the bracelet around his finger. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take this one with me.” 

 “Are you sure?” 

 “I’m sure.” Law nods before throwing the other bracelet into your lap. “And you should wear yours too.”

 Law leaves you an embarrassed mess, but at the same time,  despite his “cool guy” act, he was just as embarrassed if not more. Why does she have to be so cute??? 

 (Won’t say it out loud, but is loving the fact he now owns a bracelet that say “I ❤️ Y/N”)

[turtletaubwrites]

Misty Eyes ~ Part 2

Thank you so much @pinejayyfor this delicious request!!

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past)

Word Count: 3377

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Summary: Law can't trust you yet, so you do everything you can to prove yourself. Will your memories help or hurt you?

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing Law in multiple fics, so I can slap different vibes on him like he's trying on different shades of eyeliner 😅

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Donquixote Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to be Added, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

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~🦩🦩🦩~

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, young master! You–”

“Now, now, Y/N. What did I tell you? You’re my pretty little thing now, so you get to call me Doffy, alright?”

His large hand cupped your face, warming your cheek that was already warm from his attention. 

He’s smiling at me now. I’m special to him. I mean something to him, finally. 

“Well? Are you going to answer my question properly?”

Doffy’s hand traveled down to your neck, long fingers circling your vulnerable flesh as he waited for you to obey him.

“Yes. I love you, Doffy.”

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Y/N?”

Law repeated your name softly until you returned, finding yourself in that metal room, a shrine dedicated to his hatred and rage. 

“I’m sorry to have to ask you this,” Law rasped, dipping his face to meet your eyes. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through all these years…”

His brows pinched together when he caught your grimace, and his shoulders slumped. 

Guilt pulled at his features, while you tried to understand which of the emotions inside you were worth focusing on. 

“I shouldn’t have asked you that–”

“I don’t know,” you confessed. Your voice was empty, as if a machine were spilling truths instead of your own lips. 

“I did love him. I know I did,” you continued, staring a hole through Law’s wooden desk. “I’ve been… feeling guilty for a while. Why am I not feeling that anymore?”

Your misty eyes looked up, almost pleading with him for an answer. 

“Loving Doffy is the only thing I’m good at. The only reason he needs me. What use am I–”

“You are worth more than what he takes from you,” he growled, your eyes widening until the mist turned to tears.

Law relaxed his shoulders again, releasing a breath. Those tattooed hands cupped your cheeks, and you sighed as his thumbs wiped away your show of weakness. 

“Y/N,” he soothed, his lips quirking before he continued. He dropped his hands away, and you missed their warmth, especially as those golden eyes hardened again. 

“I don’t want to keep you prisoner, but as much as I'd like to, I can’t trust you yet.”

Nodding, you tried not to shake as fear rolled back over you. 

“I can’t risk this mission. It’s not safe for me to leave you somewhere on your own. But if I let you roam the Polar Tang, interact with my crew… Especially when you can sneak into any room you like–”

“I would never,” you choked out, reaching for one of his hands on the desk. “Please, Law. I won’t betray you, I swear.”

He squeezed your hand in return, but shook his head. 

“I want to believe you, Y/N. But we both know the power he has over people. You might not think you’d betray me now, but he’s been in your head your whole life.”

The weight of loneliness pressed your body down, your hand going limp in his. He squeezed it a few more times until you looked up again. 

“If you're willing to trust me,” he started, his eyes a bit wide, “I have a way to make sure that I can trust you. It won’t hurt–”

“Hurt,” you whispered, wetting your dry lips as you waited for whatever he wanted to do to you.

“I can remove your heart,” he explained, pulling a key from his pocket to unlock the large bottom drawer of his desk. 

With all of the gruesome things you’d seen in your life, you were surprised at the gasp you let out. Law had pulled something from the drawer, holding it up so that you could take a look. 

It was a strange cube, almost glowing with blueish pink light. It looked squishy, and you reached out to touch it before you noticed the steady pulse. It was a beating heart. 

“So that story is true,” you breathed as you watched it in fascination, “you really did steal all of those pirate’s hearts.”

“I did,” he nodded grimly, tucking that heart back into the drawer. “I’ve done a lot of things to prepare for this goal.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? You–”

“Take my heart. It’s not helping me out anyway, it might be good to have a break,” you laughed, trying to cover the hollow sound in your words. 

Law stood, and you followed suit, his powerful voice vibrating through you. 

“Room.”

You watched in awe as he created a blue sphere of light to fill the space before coming toward you with his sword. 

“This is just a precaution,” he explained, his breath going heavy. “I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I'll protect you.”

“I trust you,” you admitted before you held your breath. 

You couldn’t follow all of the emotions that crossed his face, until he drained them all away. He looked at you as if you were just a problem to be solved. A loose end to tie up to make sure his plan would succeed.

His sunny eyes were as cold and distant as the vacuum of space when he held the tip of his blade to your chest.

“Scalpel.”

You couldn’t remember the last time a weapon had hurt you. There was no need to worry about being injured in battle when you hadn’t left the castle in so long. 

Doffy was the only one that could hurt you, besides the sea and its stone.

Nothing could cut through mist. 

Law was so confident in his ability that you hadn’t questioned him. Instead, you tried to cooperate, somehow willing your body to stay solid so he could rip you open. 

But the blade at your chest seemed as weak as your own abilities. 

Until it pierced your flesh.

“You’re okay,” Law assured you as he pressed further, your gasping breaths slowing as you realized there was no pain. 

“Would you like to hold it?”

Such a strange feeling, gazing at your own beating heart. The very core of your being, the thing that keeps you alive. 

Sitting in the palm of your hand like a piece of fruit.

“What happens if I squeeze it?”

“It would hurt very– Y/N, stop!”

Law pulled your heart from your grasp as you fell to your knees. The pain was indescribable, radiating from your chest through your whole body, as if your veins were on fire. Nausea came as the pain burned through you, and you leaned your forehead against his desk as he knelt beside you. 

“Why would you do that,” he questioned, almost scolding you like he would when you were kids. 

“Most things can’t hurt me,” you choked out, tilting your head up to see his grumpy face. “I was just curious.”

He frowned before sitting on the floor beside you, pushing the chair out of his way as he looked you over. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N? Have you been having thoughts of harming yourself?”

“What? No,” you exclaimed, sitting straight as the pain started to fade. “I promise, I just… I don’t know. I’ve never been handed my own fucking heart before. It was like an impulse.”

“You’ll tell me if you start having thoughts like that,” he requested after a pause, making you squirm with embarrassment. 

“I promise, I’m sorry. I was stupid.”

Law helped you to your feet, then gripped your shoulder until you were caught in his serious glare. 

“That was a stupid thing to do, but you are not stupid.”

You scrunched your face up, and sat down, itching to forget everything that happened in the last hour.

“This is just a precaution,” he repeated, locking your heart in that bottom drawer. You tried not to stare as he tucked the key into his pocket, but a sick taste of guilt hit your tongue.

I wouldn't need a key to steal my heart back. I could just mist into the drawer, and absorb it. 

You gulped down the pressure to confess, to tell him to hide it somewhere else. 

I’m not gonna steal it back, but I don’t know him anymore. I should be careful. 

“Now,” Law cleared his throat, picking up his notepad again, “do you know anything about Doflamingo’s dealings with Kaidou?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell him. Everything just felt blank.

“I don’t… I’m not important enough to know anything,” you explained, the words burning your throat on the way out. “I’m sorry, I probably won’t be able to help much.”

Law sat back in his chair, tapping his pen against his lips while he assessed you.

I’m still fucking useless. 

‘Can’t do anything on your own, huh? Just listen to Doffy, you’ll be the perfect little doll for me, alright?’

“Were you with him a lot?”

“What,” you coughed, your skin flushing to the tips of your ears. 

“No, I�� that’s not what I…” Law sighed, shaking his head to clear his own words away. “Did he have you with him throughout the day? During meals, maybe while he took calls or meetings?”

“Oh,” you said softly, noticing yourself going fuzzy again, staring into nothing as you tried to recall.

~🦩🦩🦩~

“I mean no offense, Joker, but shouldn’t we be discussing this in private?”

“Oh, don’t mind her, Caesar,” Doffy laughed, rubbing his hand over your back as you lounged in his lap. “She can’t do any harm.”

The scientist frowned at you for a moment. You couldn’t tell if he was wearing makeup, or if his skin really was that pale, his lips almost purple. He met your eyes before shifting his own away from you, and away from Doffy’s fingers that trailed over your thighs, your neck. 

Doffy always touched you so gently when visitors were around, and you melted into him. 

If not for Caesar’s grating laugh, you might have drifted off. Instead, you jolted now and then, Doffy’s hands clutching a little tighter. 

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Are you al–”

“I remember something. Doffy sent Monet with a scientist, this weird guy with–”

“Caesar Clown,” he prompted, his brow arching a bit.

“Yeah. And I guess you wouldn’t know Monet, she joined after you…”

Law pointed to a picture on the wall, your gaze slow in following the gesture. 

“I know of her.”

Your eyes were drawn to a shot of Monet, her wings curled around her as she read a book with those odd, hypnotizing glasses of hers. Memories of her disapproval hit you, a sigh escaping your lips as you tried to rid yourself of her judgments. 

“She’s even more loyal to Doffy than the rest of– than everyone else. She’s almost obsessive. That’s probably why he sent her.”

Law’s body had gone taut, like electricity was running through him as he set his pen to the paper. 

“Please, Y/N, tell me everything you can remember. Even if it doesn’t seem important.”

~

Your brain felt like a wet rag, with Law wringing out every detail of every call or meeting you could think of. 

It seemed strange how much you could recall from your quiet perch on his lap. You were always so bored, but had to fight yourself not to space out or yawn.

Doffy’s possessive fingers along your skin were wonderful, your revealing clothing giving him so much access. As bored as you could get, those teasing touches in front of visitors prepared your body for what came later. 

It was a relief to wet his thigh with slick before he dismissed the guests. He rarely had the patience to prep you any other way. 

You’d spaced out on those memories, Law’s face pinching in concern as he watched your nails digging into your arms.

“Are you hungry? We can continue tomorrow.”

Groaning at the thought, you followed Law back to the galley. He didn’t have much luck in calming his crew this time. They surrounded the two of you until Law begrudgingly introduced you, and your hand was shaken by many greasy, steamy hands pulled out of gloves, and one bear’s paw that you were very hesitant to touch. 

“I’m sorry about what I said before,” Bepo drawled, true sadness seeming to drip from his voice. “I just really love our cap–” 

“Bepo,” Law scolded, and you turned to scold him back as the bear scurried off.

“How could you be so mean, did you see his–”

“Don’t fall for his sad bear eyes,” Law bristled, and you held in your smile at his discomfort. 

“Is that something you’ve learned from experience,” you teased, earning you a scowl.

Law tucked into his meal, not meeting your eyes as he replied. 

“I know my crew.”

“Oh yeah? They all seem to think you’re the most wonderful man in the world. Could the Surgeon of Death be a big softie?”

If looks could kill.

“Okay, sorry,” you teased between bites, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“You do realize that I could take away your tongue if I wanted to,” he threatened, with what looked like the barest touch of pink gracing his cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m sure you’d enjoy some alone time with it.”

Law raised his brows as you clamped your hand over your mouth, your face going hot. He looked too smug, his lips curling as if trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” you choked out, putting your misty hands in your lap. 

“I’m not the one whose tongue keeps wagging,” he taunted, somehow keeping that stoic air about him, just a hint of playfulness showing through. 

You stuck that tongue out at him before focusing on your meal, and the low chuckle he let escape was hardly noticeable over the nearby conversations of his crew.

But you noticed it. 

Warmth tingled through your body, and your face was still burning by the time he led you to your room.

~

“Will you be alright in here,” he checked in, standing outside the door to the small room he’d set up for you in the barracks. “The crew are on rotating shifts, so there will always be someone sleeping or getting ready nearby if you need anything.”

“Okay,” you said in a small voice. The realization that you were about to be alone in a cramped, metal room made your skin crawl.

“Are you o—“

“I’ll be fine. Thank you,” you lied with a smile. You were good at lying with smiles. 

“Okay,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “I’ll, uh… I’ll come wake you in the morning, alright? We can have breakfast before we continue going over what you remember.”

“Sounds good,” you chirped. Your cheeks started to hurt as you waved him out, letting your muscles relax after he’d closed that heavy door. 

Quiet.

Not completely. Clanging sounds of the sub interrupted the stillness. Soft voices floated in the hallway beyond that door. 

But now that you were alone…

Thoughts. Memories. Fear. Shame. Guilt. 

Falling back on the single bed, you choked out silent sobs, the flood of emotions slamming into you. You had left your world, dove off the edge of a waterfall, but now you were caught beneath the crashing water, drowning while your body was ripped apart. 

What have I done? How could I leave the family? How could I betray Doffy? 

I’m nothing but scum. Useless my whole life, and now I’m a traitor.

Your mind went in endless loops. Gratitude for Law taking you away. Guilt for betraying the family. Relief that you weren’t stuck in that mindless existence anymore. Terror that Doffy would find and kill you both slowly. 

It hurt. Your whole body hurt, your head pounding like the clanging metal of the submarine.

And you couldn’t understand how you could feel your heart breaking and burning in your chest when it was locked up in Law’s office. 

“Y/N, can I come in?”

His knock had sent you to the ceiling, your body spread into cowardly mist while you tried to calm down. 

“Y/N,” he checked again, concern staining his voice. 

“Just a second,” you stalled, going solid in front of the door. You shook yourself, wiped your tears, and took a few quiet breaths before opening the door with another beaming smile. 

“What’s up?”

Law didn’t look at you like an old friend, an enemy, or a captain on a mission. 

He looked at you like a doctor, and you tried not to squirm.

“What’s that,” you pointed to the lump of shiny fabric he held under one arm.

He coughed, looking down at his shoes before returning your gaze, seeming to rebuild that doctor persona.

“You’ve been through an intense amount of trauma, and the shock of… If you would feel comfortable, I’d like to sleep on the floor in here tonight, just to make sure you’re okay. I could sleep outside the door if you prefer, I just—“

He glanced down at your clenched fists, and you tried to relax them as he continued. 

“I want you to feel safe.”

I’ll never be safe. I’m a traitor. I’m weak. I’ll be tortured before they kill me. 

Doffy will…

The lump in your throat burned, and you filled the room with thick mist so he wouldn’t see you shatter, sinking to the floor as you clawed at your empty chest.

Law closed the door, calling your name as he moved blindly toward you. You could feel him in your mist, and you could have avoided him. You could have let yourself expand into tiny droplets of water, keeping yourself away from any care or comfort he could try to provide. 

But you couldn’t think. Just heave silent sobs, and struggle through breaths that took in more mist than oxygen.

“Y/N– fuck,” he cursed, stubbing his toe on the bed as he waved his arms around slowly. 

The mist told you that he’d gone to his knees, crawling close to you in the small space, but you couldn’t do anything with that knowledge. 

Warm fingers found your arm, pressing lightly along to figure out what he was feeling. 

“I’m sorry I’m touching you, I just need to make sure you’re alright,” he breathed, tracing along your shaking body until he found your neck. His fingers almost burned your clammy skin as he took your pulse before gripping your shoulder gently. 

The way that you could see through your eyes was different than how you could see as mist, or through the mist you create, but you had no way to describe the difference. Through the mist, you saw him lean close, his head above yours as if he could see through the mist too. 

“I’m here. I’m right here with you, Y/N.”

Time was impossible to track as you alternated between crying and dissociating, Law’s calm presence never wavering. Eventually, your mist cleared up, from exhaustion instead of choice. 

He lifted your limp body, tucking you into the small bed before rolling out his sleeping bag.

“You don’t have to sta–”

Law interrupted your slurred words with a harsh glare, but sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.”

His eyes seemed brighter in this dim room, his voice too soft, yet firm.

Staring into nothing, you felt numbness trying to take you again, but words jumped out of you before you drifted away. 

“Why does it still hurt,” you accused, tapping against your chest with angry fingers, desperate to rip these feelings out. “You took my heart, Law. Why does it still hurt so bad?”

Somehow, more hot tears fell, your body too weak to keep tearing at the hole inside. 

Law’s eyes trailed away, gone to some other time, some other place. When he came back to you, he took your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“If I could cure a broken heart, I wouldn’t be able to complete my mission.”

His words felt as hollow as your chest. You managed to squeeze his hand, pulling in his distant eyes. 

“So we can be broken together then,” you asked, your voice still hoarse as your lips lifted into a weak smile.

Law huffed a laugh, lifting your fingers to his lips before kissing his promise onto your skin.

“Broken together.”

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a/n: I knew I was going to go crazy when I started writing for Law, and I was correct. I'm obsessed with this emotionally wrecked man 🖤

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[l-in-the-light]

Trafalgar Law and shreds of closeness part 3: Donquixote Family Edition

What can I say, I got struck with inspiration yet again, the thoughts just do not want to leave me. This time it will get dark. And it will hurt, so feel warned. I will take a closer look at Law's closeness to the Donquixote Family and also do a small case study of affection between Doffy and Cora and their dad as well, to get a fuller context. Main focus will be on physical affection, yet again.

So what do you think, did Law get support and affection from his "second family"? I would say, very little. But let's look at evidence:

We have verbal support from Doflamingo himself when Giolla and Buffalo start to fear to touch Law or to even stay in the same room after they learn he's sick. That's 1:0 for him, I'm sure Law appreciated and remembered it. In retrospection, it would have been better for him if he didn't.

Then we have Giolla and Machvise who handled him like he's an object. Giolla keeps touching Law on the head, probably not caring why he seems displeased with it. She's just reinforcing the trauma, but I think overall she means well, she just doesn't think much about it. Giolla also shows Law the most physical affection and I swear it feels like she's trying to make up for her initial reaction, she's just not going the right way about it, making it worse instead.

Meanwhile we have Doflamingo, who despite defending Law before, never touches him. And I mean, never ever. Doffy remains cold not only with Law though, which we will see in a moment.

And then we have Baby5. She feels sorry for Law and even cried for him when she heard the story of Flevance (not in Law's presence tho), but she herself is bad with affection and care, because she also never received much, it also doesn't help that she is genuinely scared of Law's angry glares. All she can do to show him she cares is to smack and scold him. And of course when she does smack him it's on the head, which only becomes a trauma trigger over and over again. Those two just completely miss each other by a mile.

That's it. No other Donquixote Family's member ever tried to show some care in front of Law. They train him of course, but would you count kicking and punching him as a positive experience? Yeah, I don't think so.

And let's not forget Corazon, who carried Law like a bag of potatoes (and threw him around) for a long time, even after he kidnapped him. The Trip to Hospitals All Around the World kinda made him become better, holding Law close, trying to make him smile, carrying him all the time and at one point he even begs Law: "please give me the chance to do things right, stay strong for 3 more weeks!". Doesn't change the fact the touches he did give Law at the beginning were brutalized forms of affection, and we can't really forget that fact: that's exactly how Law's trauma of being touched on the head even started in the first place.

He already trained for awhile, but he still failed in the confrontation, and I think it was because of the touch. Being pinned down made Law probably freeze and unable to move. But even after being saved by Doflamingo, Law doesn't even try to seek support in him, unlike Baby5. Here we can see Doflamingo is alright if someone seeks comfort in him, but he will not give it by himself. That makes Doflamingo-Law combo the worst possible match up, a person who will never give it first and a person who will never ask for it, no wonder things were always cold between them.

Thanks to the fight against Smoker in Punk Hazard we learn that Law managed to overcome his trauma of being pinned down to a significant degree, because he manages to escape on his own. This scene gets an extra focus in the manga (it takes like 5 different frames!) which further convinces me it's that siginifcant. Law probably trained himself not to get overwhelmed like that ever again. Still, I can't help but notice soon after this happened Law starts to have troubles breathing, which means it still didn't leave him unaffected. He pushes to finish the fight faster afterwards as well.

One of his trauma triggers is feeling helpless and being pinned down definitely counts for that. I don't think this started with Vergo, I would say it was already a thing after Flevance, when he had to discover more and more dead bodies of people dearest to him, unable to do anything about it.

Let's look at his symptoms thanks to which we can recognize he's going through a triggering situation. Visible shivering, heavy panting (to the point of weezing which makes me think it can even go as far as bordering on hyperventilation or the opposite - apnea). And then in the last image he just goes stiff which I interpret as him completely freezing up. Damn, that's actually a lot. It's very similar to Robin's trauma responses in Water 7.

You can also notice that Law clenches his fists and it seems to be a sign that he's struggling or forcing himself to be strong. He still does it *a lot* when he's an adult. I think it might have honestly became a habit. He does that just before a battle, in most stressful situations when he knows he can't show his emotions (or just doesn't want to), and well, if we go by the anime version, also when he leaves Wano with his own crew. Basically any time he makes a firm resolve or a hard decision, he also does that. I swear sometimes it feels like he struggles for half of the Dressrosa and Punk Hazard, which you know what, might be way too accurate.

Also bonus wholesome points for Luffy caring more to support Law and Muucy than caring for falling into water himself. I'm not sure how much that helped Law when he was dealing with a triggering situation, especially that unfortunate contact with the top of his head. I guess it's still better than similar situation but with Law completely alone.

This puts this scene into a completely new perspective, right? He's shivering here and definitely froze up, even his speech bubble looks distressed. He's not getting angry here, his trauma trigger kicked in. I did check if he ever shivers or freezes up when he tries to, for example, stop himself from feeling angry, but no, we never see that happen. I'm sorry for ruining the comedy :( tho to make it better, he's also shocked, because just moments before Strawhats feared him, and now they already don't and even laugh at him. Damn, I'm now so torn about this scene, I mean, Strawhats couldn't have known!

Now a promised closer look at Donquixote family's approach to closeness and touch. When they were still Celestial Dragons, they barely touched each other. No small touches on the back, hand holding or anything else you usually share with kids. The closeness starts only after they're all starting to be persecuted. First time we see Doffy holding his mom's hand is when they run away from their burning house. First time we are shown Homing hugging his kids is when village people are beating them up and he is just trying to cover them with his own body, so he takes the beating instead of his kids.

The last memory Rosinante has of his father is the hug. And the first memory he has of Sengoku is also a sort of half-hug. Might be why he got so attached to him.

Little Doflamingo and Rosinante are always together, but they never touch in any way. It's clearly Doffy who takes care of his younger brother, probably also telling him to toughen up.

Weird mocking touch on the head from Trebol. And like always, no one ever touches Doflamingo, not even his own officers, and that's true ever since Doffy was a child.

He even tells Trebol he's too close. Doffy doesn't want touches anymore, because it seems in his mind he understands them as someone protecting him, and he doesn't need protection. Ever since he killed Homing, Doffy took the role of being a head of the family and protecting Rosinante, so no more hugs or hand holding for him. In other words, Doflamingo associates physical affection with protection and incoming abuse. And whenever he touches someone it's exactly for that reason: to hurt them.

An interesting parallel because this happens in exactly same chapter: Law is trying to move away because Luffy's "too close". He even lets him take the transponder away and just stands there and waits. And you might wonder: what for? Is he hoping Luffy will give it back by himself?

No, it just took some extra time for Law to brace himself to touch Luffy and shove him to the side. Even though both Doffy's and Law's first instinct here is to move away, Law is struggling but actually tries to overcome it, contrary to Doffy, who seems content in his "no touching" comfort zone.

Let's take a look at Dressrosa now. Doffy is carrying Law by his clothes, Law is unconscious, but he will not touch him directly anyway. Cora-san used to do it as well at first to Law.

But then, you might ask, they fought so much in Dressrosa, surely some kind of touch had to happen as a result? I mean, most of them were indirect touches with Doffy's strings, kicking Law or stopping him by grabbing his sword. But you are right, exactly two touches do happen. You're not gonna like it.

This is literally the first time Doflamingo ever touched Law. To stop his attack he forcefully grabbed his hand. Law is shivering, this actually triggers him, and there's just no way Doflamingo doesn't know that, he can feel it.

And then he makes the full use of the situation. Doflamingo holds Law up in the air, but we can see by the onomatopeia that he's literally holding him up by his hand alone and Law is just freely dangling there, Doffy's not using any strings to immobilize him, not even armament haki. He doesn't even need to. Finally he gave Law the touch he must have been craving when he was a child from him, but it's not a caring one, and what's the next thing Doflamingo does to that hand he just touched? He cuts it off, ripping open the psychological wounds, making them deeper, perhaps hoping Law will never recover from them. Because that's the easiest way to control him later if he wishes to do so, to make him pliant, defenseless and unable to fight back and terrified. But also to punish him for the "rebellion" against him... but also to punish Law for his need and fear of touch. This is a lesson: never want affection, closeness or touch, you're never getting any. Unless it's this: abuse. And if you don't think this is terrible enough, let me remind you: this is their first touch *ever*, Law probably waited for it when he was a kid.

And Law is just hanging there, not even trying to move, and it lasts for like three or four pages long, and I remember when I reread this a couple of times, I was a bit puzzled. Why isn't Law struggling to release himself? Why is he just letting this happen? Especially when it's becoming very clear what Doflamingo is gonna do next. So I have my answer: Law froze up, it's his body shutting off on it's own and all he can do is to just be there and wait for it to be over. It's painful, because we know Law always struggles, always fights back, and he tries here, with words, but he can't do anything else and he just watches it happen.

And this is the second time Doflamingo touches him. It's after the Gamma Knife attack, Doffy knows what he's doing here, he chooses to make contact with Law's head/face (he must have noticed Law's discomfort to it before when Giolla often did it to Law as a kid, and now he utilized this knowledge). He tries to make Law freeze up so he can't finish his move and who knows, maybe that was the final factor of why Law failed to kill off Doflamingo.

To wrap things up, I will share the interesting parallel that I think can be drawn between two rather unexpected characters: Law and Boa.

Both Law and Boa are most comfortable around Bepo (and the snake in Boa's case). Both are victims of brutalized touch and lack of loving and caring one. But while Law fearfully accepts what's given to him, Boa rejects it (even symbolically by kicking fluffy animals away or refusing any show of affection like gifts). Both are touch starved, but Boa will never even try to touch Luffy, and the only time Luffy touched her was in that stealth mission in Impel Down (they didn't have the choice) and hugging her after she gave him the key to Ace's cuffs. Boa doesn't return the gesture, she is very flustered and falls to the ground afterwards, which reminds me a little of her later scene with Rayleigh. Not even Boa's own sisters are shown to share any sort of physical affection with her, Boa shows cold and manipulative attitude to almost everyone besides them. The only other person Boa ever touched was Rayleigh (she's on the ground here again) after he helped them fight off Blackbeard's assault on Amazon Lily and it might be a traumatic response: Blackbeard tried to strangle her after all. Boa's love is passionate and platonic, she shows her affection and caring with indirect gestures (food preparation, offering support and help etc.), probably because that's what she remembers others tried doing for her before. She can't even deal with intimacy face to face and Law also tends to act cold to very open displays of affection and emotions.

Big thanks to @tae-rambles for mentioning the scene with Boa that completely slipped my mind <3 added it in the edit!

[somanyratsinthewalls]

A Queen for a King (+18)

Pairing: DonQuijote Doflamingo x Female Reader

WC: 1800

Summary: You were promoted to manage the only brothel in town, but Doflamingo has other plans for you... and who are you to deny a king?

TW: KINDA DUBIOUS CONSENT HERE! Doflamingo is a huge jerk, p in v sex, oral sex f receiving, doggy style, breeding kink, cream pies, unprotected sex, dirty talk, TELL LAW I AM SORRY BUT I HAD TO WRITE THIS TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!

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You pushed through the double wooden doors to the palace without paying any mind to the guards trying to stop you.

“If you care about your life, you’ll leave me be.” You casually remark as you quickly climb the spiral staircase to the young master’s quarters. 

“This asshole…” You mutter to yourself as you approach the top of the stairs you were ascending. You knock and sigh. 

The large door at the top of the tower creaks open. 

You brush past the door and into the throne room in annoyance. 

“Young Master you promised that my girls would receive equitable treatment.” You remark as your long red velvet robe flutters behind you. 

“The girls you’ve sent don’t know what they’re doing.” You hear a low, sinister voice respond. 

“You’ve promoted me to the overseer of The Nest and I’ve sent you my best girls, I don’t know why you’re sending these poor women back to me with unfathomable injuries and insults.” You say as you flop yourself down on the pink loveseat in the throne room and light a cigarette. 

“I know what I’ve done… but I still want you to service me. Is that so difficult for you to understand?” You take a drag of your cigarette as Doflamingo rose from this throne to look at you. 

“You’ve sent 7 of my girls home in tears and 2 of them in body bags… How am I supposed to trust you with them now?” You lean back on the sofa. 

“I don’t want your girls.” Doflamingo approaches his bar cart and pours two heavy glasses of liquor. “I want you.” 

“I am no longer for sale since my promotion. You said it yourself.” You receive the cocktail from the much larger, pink coat clad man and sat back in your chair. 

“I said you no longer have to service clients… I am not a client, I am your king.” Doflamingo smirked as he took a sip of his drink. “You are mine, and I will accept nothing less.” The man strides away from you and takes a seat on his throne.

“I control The Nest now. I can provide you with any women or any desire that floats your interest. All you have to do is-“

“No. I will not have the other girls. I will have you.” Doflamingo smiles wickedly. 

You sigh. 

You glide across the room towards the Young Master.

“You may be the king of Dressrosa and the king of getting whatever you want, but I was assigned to oversee The Nest and I have done my job, Young Master. You cannot malign me for doing my duty.” You say as you square your shoulders. You tried too hard not to let your fear seep through, this man could end your life in a second but you were here in his throne room trying to make him squirm. 

“You’ve done your job, y/n… but unfortunately for you I’ve taken a liking to you and you will belong to me… mind, body and soul…”

You take a drag of your cigarette and sigh. 

“So I’m suck here?” You ask 

“Stuck? Love, it’s so much nicer than that. You don’t miss taking me?” Doflamingo says as he brushes off his coat and shirt. He swoops down to his knees and meets you at your level, lounging on the pink loveseat. You chuckle as he reaches your face level. 

“I can find someone to appease you, Young Master.” You put your hand on his massive wrist. 

“No.” 

You look up and look into your captor’s sunglasses covered eyes. 

“No one will ever touch you again. Only me. Or they’ll die. Not instantly, but in the worst way anyone could ever imagine.” Doflamingo grabs your cheek and forces you to face him. 

“I must insist that my girls-“

“NO!” He bellows. 

You tremble in fear. 

“Doffy….” You try to calm him and stroke his bicep. 

“No one touches you again… you’re mine…” Doflamingo pulls you against him and grinds your body onto his pelvis. 

“Doffy I can’t do this anymore…” You huff out quietly as you try not to enjoy the feeling of his massive hard on grinding against your sensitive sex. 

“You can…. You can, my love….. just let me show you…” Doffy picks you up and throws you against his chair and unties your robe, then pushes your panties down past your ankles. 

“Doffyyy…” You cry out and buck your hips up into the air as he pulls back. “If I agree to this arrangement… you have to leave my girls alone…” You choke out.

“Agree? Haha oh sweetheart you have no choice. I am your king and you’ll do as I say. I don’t want anything to do with those whores anyway. They don’t deserve to even be in my presence.” Doffy pulls your thighs apart forcefully, exposing your naked sex to him. 

“Those girls are nothing compared to you…” He continues. “Their filthy holes could never satisfy me the way yours do.” He strokes his huge hands up and down your thighs as he gets to his knees between your legs. He notices your pussy involuntarily clench at his words. “Now, I’m going to have my fill of this wet little cunt and you’re going to take it like a good slut. My good slut.”

“Yes, Young Master…” You give in. 

Doflamingo immediately dives in and bullies that damned long tongue deep into your waiting hole. You cry out and throw you head back. 

Lewd slurping noises echo off the stone walls of the throne room while you grip your king’s blonde hair for dear life. He pulls his tongue out of you to flick it harshly across your clit, making you whine. 

“Such a perfect pussy, so sweet… always so sweet for me…” He lowers his head again and continues bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. You hated how good he was at this, being such an evil man, but your body was betraying you. With each deep probe of his tongue inside your walls and nudge of his nose on your clit, the coil in your lower tummy threatened to snap. 

“Shit, Doffy! I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You cry out. 

He pulls away. 

“Ask properly, you know how.” He demands. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, please let me cum I’m so close! Please!” You plead as you look down at him between your messy thighs, his lips were shiny with your copious amounts of slick. He smirks. 

“Cum then, my love.” He takes your clit between his lips and sucks harshly. 

“Ah!” You scream and release all over your sadistic lover’s face. He was being kind so far, clearly thrilled that you’ve agreed to his new terms. 

Doflamingo rises to his feet and grips your jaw in his massive palm and forces you to look up at him. 

“What do you say?” He says as he looms over you. 

“Thank you…” You breath out, still coming down from your high. 

“Good pet. Now get up, and bend that tight little ass over the arm here for me.” Doflamingo lets go of your jaw and waits for you to rise to your feet, undoing his pants in the process. You shakily stand and do as you're told, shedding your robe off your arms and taking your place bent over the arm of his throne, presenting yourself to him. 

You gasp as you feel the huge head of his cock tease your soaked opening. 

“Ready, darling?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Yes- AH!” You yelp loudly as he pushes into you forcefully and quickly. His cock was bigger than anything else you’ve ever had by far, but he’s taken you so many times now that you knew how to bear the stretch. 

“Shit!” Your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“See this is why you’re my favorite…” Doffy begins to thrust into you harshly, not giving you any time to adjust. “Didn’t even need to open you up… this pussy was made for me… taking me so well…” His hands were so big they almost wrapped completely around your waist as he pulled you back and forth onto his cock. 

“Do! Ffy! S-slow! Down!” You try to plead with him. You were being bounced forward with each powerful slam of his hips hitting your ass and thighs. 

“No I don’t think I will!” Your king cackles from behind you as he delivers a hard spank to your right cheek. You scream in both pain and pleasure. He slaps your ass a few more times and continues his brutal assault on your sex. Your head was swimming and you could barely even hear the filthy, disgusting things that Doflamingo was spewing from behind you. 

“Oh, Doffy!” You cry out his name as he angles your hips to further access your G-spot with every stroke. His name felt like poison on your tongue but you were so lost in pleasure that it didn’t matter to you anymore. The world melted around you and the only thing you could feel was his hot breath on your back and the battering of his giant cock inside you. 

Suddenly you’re pulled up by your hair and your back was against Doflamingo’s huge exposed chest. 

“Going to cum again, little slut? Beg for it. Beg your king to make you cum.” He growls into your ear while gripping your scalp tightly. You whine. 

“Please! Please Doffy! Wanna cum so bad! Please!” Sweat drips from your neck down the valley of your breasts as you pant and beg to finish. 

“Cum. Do it now.” He reaches down and pinches your clit without faltering in his thrusts. 

You unravel immediately and squirt all over the throne beneath you. Your cunt spasms and you moan out with each wave of your orgasm wracking your body. Doflamingo releases your hair and you fall forward. 

“So fucking messy, just the way I like it!” Doffy laughs and grips your hips tightly, approaching his own climax. “I’m going to breed this cunt and keep you here with me forever, my sweet love.” 

“Doffy, wait! Shit!” You try to protest but it was no use. He was already groaning loudly and shooting rope after rope of thick cum into your womb, spilling out around his cock stretching your hole. With a final smack to your ass, Doflamingo pulls out of you and picks you up. He sits on his throne and pulls you onto his lap, still leaking his cum onto his thigh. 

“I-I have to get back to work, Young Master…” You try to wiggle out of his grip. 

“No, I don’t think you do. Not anymore.” He tightens his hold on you and smirks. 

“But… the arrangement… you said…” You look up at him. 

“Fuck what I said. You’ll be my queen.” 

xx

[fanaticsnail]

I'm surprised by all the love for Childhood Friends Reader x Doffy but also I feel like a winner. Take that, discord buddies.

I want to write at least the first few chapters before publishing anything just to see if I'm good at it or not.

Here is some 17-year-old Doffy with 15-year-old Reader. He is great at Spanish but sucks at French at this age (he's still learning 🥺)

Doflamingo was lounging on the chair, his legs extended, feet sitting on the round, small table of the restaurant, his hands folded behind his back, swaying back and forth on the chair.

One day, fate would have enough of his games and the chair would tip over and the goof would fall. You had a camera ready for that day.

You were doing prep for the evening dinner, wondering what dessert to put on the menu on the chalkboard outside.

"Hey, can we have a quickie tonight?" asked Doflamingo curiously.

You dropped your knife, and almost cut your finger off by doing it. Your heart raced wildly as your mind raced even faster, by the teen pirate’s suggestion.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck - you thought, freaking out.

Your face was so red it would make the Red Line pale in comparison.

"You know, that delicious tart thing,” said Doflamingo, beaming at you, like you didn't experience a full system shutdown at the ripe old age of fifteen.

The confusion and panic faded very fast after that, replaced by embarrassment.

“It's a quiche, you moron!" you shrieked, and as per usual, grabbed the closest thing in vicinity and threw it at him.

Doflamingo squawked in surprise when the box of butter came flying at him. His fingers controlling the strings wrapped around the stool's hind legs twitched.

Uh-oh, was the final thought Doflamingo had before the chair tipped over, and his overly large, gangly body went down, crashing to the wooden floor.

At least the butter missed him. That thing hurts.

Your shocked gasp was music to his ears, and he faked a pained groan while grinning from ear to ear.

“Doffy!” you cried, running out from behind the bar to the large heap of limbs that was your best friend.

You gathered his head in your lap, “Doffy, are you okay? Wake up! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't die!"

"I might from suffocation," gasped Doflamingo, despite your hug not really hurting.

There was another gasp from you, this one of relief.

"I thought you shattered your skull!” you cried, hugging him tight.

A swell of warmth spread through Doflamingo, and he raised his arms, hugging you back — you were so tiny in his arms now, but he liked it, he liked being big for you — gently patting your back as you rambled incohrenetly.

How cute.

If you thinking he got hurt meant you hugging him this close, practically stuffing his face into your breasts, your hands cradling his head and your gentle fingers caressing his hair, maybe Doflamingo should whine about the rare little injuries he gets more often.

“I can't shatter my skull,” said Doflamingo, smirking, enjoying the embrace. “Because I’m a string man!”

He laughed at his own pun, and loved hearing your giggles join in.

I just think all the teenage chars with material-based Devil Fruits were doing that "Because I'm (insert material of Devil Fruit here)" during their teenage years because it was the cool thing to say in their minds.

Much love to all the anons, and to you, Snail.❤️❤️

- Yandere Doffy Anon

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(we can have anything you want, king).

I love this childhood friend au. Drop the Ao3 link, my darling. I want EVERYTHING you write for them 😭😭

[thesharktanksdriver]

Kissing Booth but reader with hugs imagine the line of people marines and pirates alike , very silly goose 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Example : doflamingo cutting the line (or people)

some people *Cough*akainu, doffy , kaido *Cough* grabbing reader as they hug and running for the hills as literally every character in the vers runs after them

Whitebeard camping out a week before to be first in line (probably with the rest of the crew too)

Few people resufuse to let go (sengoku,buggy,black Maria, luffy)

Body guards zoro,sanji and robin.

Starts crying (boa hancock,brook, jinbei)

Stone faced but crying on the inside (mihawk,crocodile, katakuri)

Sorry I got way to into this😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

Teehee

So uh, I might’ve gotten too into it too

Teehee

Mihawk Dracule

His appearance at the booth is as cryptic and abrupt just as his appearance of his boat on the sea is.

It’s abrupt.

Expected.

And to everyone but you (and maybe Zoro) it’s an unpleasant surprise.

One that should be bound for bloodshed yet creates a certain tinge of happiness as he closes the curtains behind him and sits down on the small chair facing you.

Yoru being leant against the chair.

A small and subtle sign that he feels at ease with you.

…or at least didn’t see you as a threat. (It was hard to tell with him)

“It’s good to see you again Mihawk, how has the traveling been?” You say this while leaning against your palm that rested on the stand.

Golden ringed eyes stare at you, for a moment you can distinguish a crinkle of affection.

“They’ve been monotonous as usual. Overzealous fools who think they can challenge me”

“An, so like zoro?”

He chuckles at that, distantly outside the tent you hear a distinct “Oi!” Before the sounds of Sanji kicking him. Their bickering fades into the background as Nami presumably silences dragged them away.

Mihawk leans over, and suddenly you're enveloped in his arms. It’s perhaps a bit unexpected, though with Mihawk things were always a gamble. You half anticipated for him to leave without a hug, but seeing that he hadn’t made you all the more happier.

Mihawk's hug feels secure and protective, as if he were a shield to the rest of the world and its hardships.

Hands that have seen endless fighting and held the hilt of blood a rusted sword hold you.

His hold is not gentle but it is perhaps the softest Mihawk could ever be.

And that’s ok.

Because in his hold it feels as if you're safe.

That he would take on the world to ensure that even when you’d left his arms you’d never have to worry.

And while that’s a far off dream, knowing Mihawk he’d try.

And that’s perhaps the most comforting thought bending it all.

Mihawk would try for you if you’d ask.

If you’d ask, you could have stayed at his abode.

If you’d asked he would do all that he could to ensure you’d never have to die and reappear again.

But he’d only do that if you’d ask.

He didn’t make that decision for you.

Didn’t decide that his judgment was better than yours and impede on your ability to make decisions.

He might have disagreed with some of your decisions but he respected you to make them.

And even more so, he respected you even if he was wrong.

He would never admit to it, but in those few moments you’d proven him wrong a certain pride shone in eagle eyes.

A certain uplift of the corner of his mouth.

“The humandrills miss you…I have a room open if you’d ever require it” it’s said quietly, like a secret exchanged beneath candlelight. It’s a valuable moment, it reminds you of that thing that zoro had said.

“A wound on the back is a swordsman’s shame”

Vulnerability was not something easily handed out by swordsmen, especially not one like Mihawk. A weakness, a so-called wound on his back or in this case his heart. It’s not something to be taken lightly. But luckily you know this well.

“I’d like that”

His mouth twitches, sloping upwards ever so slightly.

To him the hug you give is a moment where he can momentarily be at ease and feel as if he had a goal to accomplish.

Throughout aimless travel he tries to find his match yet all that come to him are disappointments. Battle after battle of people not being able to even land a single blow on him. It’s a constant that leaves him bitter and resigned as he’d toll away in his castle alone.

But with you in arms that carry the burden of being the best he finds himself with a mission that seems ever so slightly more achievable.

He could protect you as best he could.

Though that is an equally daunting task considering your penchant for death, it feels more feasible so long as you remain in his hold.

Small arms that are wrapped around his neck mean no harm.

He has no use in being on edge, not when you’d barely had the will to ever pick up a blade. Even when your life depended on it.

For a short moment the bloodthirsty marine hunter feels at ease.

You do not see him smile but you can feel the warmth he exudes when his hand cards through your hair.

[the-bar-sinister]

Crimson Sunset, Azure Dawn (14337 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 4/?

Summary: Mihawk would have been content to finally give Shanks the duel long owed him. Buggy swore he simply wanted to give him a piece of his mind. Crocodile just wanted the pair to have some measure of closure, difficult as it might be. No one expected the rising star of the scarlet emperor to crash so suddenly and violently to earth. No one expected to fish a lost and broken Shanks out of the wreckage of his ship.

But maybe it takes disaster for old flames to flicker back to life, and for Cross Guild to bring in its most surprising member.

catch up here

-

Two days. It was two days since Shanks washed up against their hull. Two days where he was in the infirmary healing while Buggy restlessly flitted about the ship.

They were going to drag him into the fold, finally ending that years long MISERABLE BULLSHIT he called 'his life's mission' and taking him into cross guild to give everything a second chance. To give THEM a second chance.

So he'd paced. He'd busied himself, he'd draped on Crocodile and bitched about the past and how long Shanks was taking to get on his feet (he knew it was irrational). He hit Cabaji up for drinks and absolutely didn't cry even a little.

He even made a transponder call to Doflamingo for relationship advice (a terrible decision in retrospect). Anything to fill the space and stop himself from overthinking every little thing between the rescue and their upcoming talk.

At some point, under Doffy's suggestion, he'd gotten it into his head to prepare a dinner as soon as he heard Shanks was going to be up and on his feet. 

Crocodile had, rather surprisingly, respected the idea, and suggested he use the captains' lounge for the meal. On the other hand he had sneered and suggested that he hoped that Buggy wasn't planning on doing the cooking himself.

Reluctantly, Buggy surrendered cooking to the more capable, and occupied himself instead with making sure the table was perfect. Candles, stolen silverware, a small placard that read 'welcome back you fucking bastard' to place on the plate….

Romantic little touches.

-

Shanks was pretty certain that there was only one day in his life that had been as miserable as his last week had been. The day he'd found out from Roger—

He pushed the thought away, not wanting to dwell on it even now. He'd spent the last two days in miserable convalescence in the belly of an unfamiliar ship, attended to by a doctor who seemed woefully intent on making sure that he survived.

Shanks wasn't keen on that at this point. Unfortunately his body wasn't cooperating with his plan of 'just lay there and die'. He could already feel his wounds healing, as they always did. He brushed his fingers over the bandages across his chest and wondered if Teach had given him another scar.

He was just laying there, contemplating the miserable path of his life for the last two decades– everything he'd done, everything he'd missed– on that inexorable path that had turned out to lead… right here. 

To devastation and loss and irrelevance.

He was going over all of it again when realized the doctor was speaking.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?"

"Ah, yes, sorry, Chairman Buggy wanted to have a word with you. A meal, actually. And you're well enough to do that."

Shanks stared at the ceiling. What if he just said no? Would Buggy insist? Would Buggy push him like he hadn't pushed Buggy?

"Oh," was all he ended up saying.

"I'll help you get to the room." The doctor didn't give Shanks an opportunity to say no, and he didn't make one for himself.

Half an hour later he was dressed. Shanks had no idea where they'd gotten the clothes for him from and didn't bother to ask, and the doctor led him through the ship to a small door. It was funny to think, Shanks could have probably laid everyone but a handful of people on the ship flat with a thought— or he could have three days ago, anyway— but why bother, even if he could? 

If he escaped, where would he go? What would be the point?

The doctor opened the door, and Shanks shuffled into the room. The door was immediately pulled closed behind him.

It was dark, lit only by the flickering flames from the center of the captain's lounge. They were set in candle holders around the meal like the setup for some dark ritual, illuminating a large chunk of meat ringed by a pentagram of side dishes and cutlery.

And on the other side of it, hands folded over his mouth as he leaned on the table on both elbows with the light flickering across his red-tinged nose and long-lashed eyes was Buggy the Clown, watching him with the kind of intensity he usually got from Hawk-eyes. 

Shanks just stood there and stared for a long moment. If it weren't for the meat already sitting at the center of the pentagram he'd assume that Buggy was planning to sacrifice him to some dark god, or something, because who the hell knew what this was– an attempt at intimidation? It might have almost worked– or at least been funny– if Shanks could summon up anything other than exhaustion and apathy.

"Hi, Buggy."

Buggy stood, hands slamming down on the table hard enough to rattle the candlesticks, and immediately a rather uncomfortably intense smile lit up his face.

"Shanks. You look fucking miserable." His hand popped free and floated along, grabbing a knife and wandering its way to the meat. "Have a seat, will ya?" 

"Thanks. I feel fucking miserable." He shuffled forward and plopped himself in the only available seat, opposite Buggy. Immediately he scanned the table for alcohol.

There was some wine, good wine even, but it was by Buggy's other hand as his fingers scrunched against the tablecloth.

He looked Shanks over for a moment before he said. "You feeling anything else?" 

"Thirsty?" he hazarded.

Buggy grabbed the bottle of wine and dropped it closer to himself with a thunk well out of reach of Shanks as his face steadily turned the same red as his nose.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get real thirsty too," he huffed, and tossed his ponytail over his shoulder. 

Shanks had no idea what to do with that, so he didn't really bother. He looked Buggy over. It had been a long, long time since he'd seen him outside of wanted posters and newspaper clippings.

"Want to pour us both a drink, then?"

"In a minute." 

Buggy had changed…somewhat. His hair was still long, silky and that striking blue. His eyes were bright, long lashed and framed by his theatrical stage makeup, and he'd grown out his beard into a bit of a scruff. Other than that, he'd gotten a little bigger while still retaining that limber litheness that spoke to his talents as an acrobatic fighter.

"It's been a long time, Red Haired Shanks." 

"Technically it's been two days." Shanks leaned on his hand, elbow on the table. It was an obnoxious thing to say. He knew it was an obnoxious thing to say. 

He still said it.

Buggy had sure gotten handsome in the last 20 years.

"Ghhhhh." Buggy grimaced sharply, crossing his arms for a moment with his hands busying themselves around cutting the beef between them. "Eat my ass, Shanks. You know what I meant!" 

Shanks laughed, but even he could hear that it was a wan and rough thing that escaped his throat. "Yeah yeah, I know. You didn't seem too keen on it when I said the same thing a couple days ago, though."

"I was in a state of shock!" Buggy snapped with a frown, dropping a slice of beef onto Shanks' plate. "It wasn't exactly how I expected seein' you again would go." 

"Admittedly, it wasn't how I thought it would go, either." Shanks watched the meat drop onto the plate, splattering juice around the rim. 

He didn't really have any concept of how he'd thought it would go. If he'd had some vision or idea, it was lost to the chaos of the last days.

Buggy dropped a piece on his own plate as his eyes bored into him. 

"I…" he hissed through his teeth. "missed you."

It sounded like he was on the edge of imploding from even forcing it out. 

Shanks glanced around the room significantly. "Is someone holding you at gunpoint? Blink twice if you're being threatened."

The knife was suddenly buried in the roasted beef between them with a splatter of juices, buried to the hilt as Buggy's lips twitched.

His eyes didn't blink. Not once, not twice. "I'm… trying… to be… I… ARGH!" 

Shanks stared blearily at the knife buried in the roast.

Buggy had missed him. That had to be a joke, right? Buggy had told him to fuck off, in no uncertain terms and Shanks had done that. Shanks had done that despite the pain it had caused him, in a time where he was already adrift and hurting.

Buggy hadn't wanted him to look back, and he didn't. He didn't for years. He had fucked off.

Buggy missed him?

"Did you really?" he asked, belatedly.

"Yeah!!! I fucking did!" Buggy's lips pursed. "Don't get me wrong…I was pissed! I AM pissed! But I fuckin' missed you, you moron! Do you know how often I've thought of you? Do you know how many times Crocodile's had to tell me I was being 'depressing' bringing you up?" 

"No, Buggy, I actually don't know. Because I haven't seen you in twenty years. Is this a recent kind of nostalgia, or?"

Shanks looked away from Buggy and at the bottle of wine that was taunting him instead. This might actually be the most depressing thing that had happened to him all week.

More depressing than Luffy rejecting his destiny, and rejecting him. More depressing than– it seemed likelier and likelier— losing his whole crew at Blackbeard's hands. The idea that Buggy had actually missed him. Had talked about him.

Would have wanted him to be there.

"No, it sure ain't new! Straw Hat Luffy? The minute I saw that hat on the kid's head I got so twisted up about it I accidentally made the guy an enemy! Every damn day I saw your name in the papers, mr. Emperor, I thought about you." His fingers tightened around the knife in the roast. "Why the HELL didn't you turn around? I bet you never thought of me even once while off on your 'glorious life's mission' or whatever." 

"Why didn't I turn around?" Shanks drawled painfully. "Did you? I respected you too much to try to change your mind after what you said to me, no matter how much it hurt. I figured you meant what you said."

Buggy's eye twitched. 

"I meant what I said, alright. I meant I didn't wanna be cabin boy to a man who'd lost every dream we ever shared, Shanks!" He pointed to him, and his eyes shimmered in the candlelight even as they glared down at him "We were supposed to make it to the end of the Grand Line together! To find Roger's treasure, weren't we? But you gave up on it, didn't you?"

"Cabin boy," Shanks huffed. "You have some weird ideas about my intentions, Buggy. You never even asked. You didn't ask what I was planning. You didn't ask what I wanted you with me for. You just left. Yes. I gave up. And you either assumed you knew why, or you didn't care."

Shanks felt a twinge in his heart through all the exhaustion, and the apathy. It was almost like anger, which was almost like regret.

He had given up on his dream all those years ago.

He wished he'd never set out on a new path. 

Maybe he should have just turned himself in with Roger.

Buggy grabbed the bottle of wine off the floor and gripped it tightly. He narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't care, did I? Sure, if that's what you really think. You told me everything I needed to know about what you were planning. Roger was dead, and you were giving up on seeing exactly the thing that he left behind for us. You were gonna be one of the greatest pirates of all time, Shanks! I respected that, but you …"

Buggy hiccuped something like a sob. "You changed. Ever since Roger came back from Laugh Tale. How the hell was I supposed to ask you anything when I know you wouldn't listen? You were dead set on whatever 'mission' you just washed up over. You didn't need me for that, I know you didn't." 

"You're right," Shanks said, a heavy weight of lead across his chest. "I didn't need you for it. Turns out, I didn't need me for it either. Turns out nobody needed it in the first place and I should have gone with my gut instinct and just given up back then and there."

He grimaced, forcing himself too late to stop the words that were pouring out of his mouth, already too late. He fixed his eyes on the bottle Buggy was holding. "Would you please pour us a glass of that, Buggy?"

"Only if you ask nicely," Buggy held it protectively to his chest. "Like when we were younger." 

Shanks sputtered, and tried to remember if Buggy was talking about something specific, or just being a pill as usual. 'Ask nicely'--- hadn't he just said 'please'?

As he met Buggy's eyes he saw his eyebrows raise. 

He couldn't possibly mean a kiss. Sure, there were a few times they shared a drink, and the petulant Buggy had demanded a kiss before he poured. But with all the time that passed, he probably just was being a pill.

Shanks stared at him incredulously. He couldn't possibly want that. After all this time? Right now? They'd just seen one another for the first time in 20 years. They were in the middle of an argument.

But wasn't that just classic Buggy? Making him decide right there and then.

And what was Shanks supposed to do about it? With the table in the way, he'd have to get up– or lean across the whole fucking table, candles and all.

"Like when we were younger." Shanks stalled for time. "You're serious?"

"I said it didn't I? Do I look like a fuckin' clown to you, Shanks?" 

"Well now you're just making this more confusing."

It really was just like when they were kids. More than two decades later and somehow the second they're in the same room again, like nothing had ever happened.

Everything had fucking happened.

Shanks stood up.

Buggy kept the bottle held to his chest, watching him with those bright and staring eyes of his. That was something that had never changed about him…his eyes. The same bright, long lashed intense stare. They were as alluring— and frustrating as they'd ever been.

Shanks envied Buggy. All these years and he'd still kept his innocence. That was why Shanks had never said why he lost his dream. He didn't want to crush that for him.

With two long strides, he closed the distance between them, and grabbed the collar of Buggy's shirt.

It had been closer to 25 years than 20.

Shanks had missed him every single day.

He had never found the humility to come crawling back.

Well. 

Now there was nothing else.

–

Buggy stared Shanks down, the challenge issued from across the table with his sobriety on the line.

Like when we were younger. He'd said it knowing exactly what he'd meant, those stolen kisses before they'd drunk. A sign of just how close they used to be, right?

Shanks would never go for it. The incredulous look on his face said it all.

Which is why he felt himself stiffen in surprise the moment Shanks stood with a start and pushed himself back from the table and started towards him around its curve.

Was he coming to hit him? To grab him by the lapels and shake him while giving more excuses on why exactly he'd given up on everything they'd dreamed of? On them?.

Once upon a time, Shanks was the man he'd have been happy to let become Pirate King. Hell knew he was Roger's favorite… and he had a way of making even Buggy believe in him. When he'd come back without that spark, even back then in the rain before their big fight…

Buggy couldn't 'follow' him anymore. Someone had to keep the dream alive.

Someone had to seize the opportunity.

But here Shanks was, doing exactly what he didn't expect as he paced right up to him and grabbed his collar.

It was absolutely going to be 'getting shaken to the tune of excuses'.

But Shanks' hand was tight on his collar, and Shanks' eyes were intense and focused for the first time since Cabaji had pulled him out of the ocean. For a moment, it seemed like he might do something even worse than shake him.

Shanks yanked him up to his feet, and pulled him into a kiss, lips crashing against his own.

Buggy's eyes went wide, and he nearly dropped the bottle of wine in surprise— but he was always a man who seized opportunities. He kissed him back with passion, lips crashing against Shanks' as his other hand flew out and pulled him closer. 

Shanks' fingers let go of his tight grip on his collar, and slipped his way around his shoulders instead, chest to chest with him as he kissed him. What started as rough and sloppy, maybe even just a 'fine, if this is what you want' kind of kiss quickly melted into one of obvious desperation. His lips lingered and teased on Buggy's and his tongue moved to press between them.

Buggy felt the confusion well inside him. This wasn't…exactly how he expected this ploy to go either. He'd expected violence, harsh words, or even a cursory 'whatever' kiss. But this…

He arched himself against Shanks before melting into him with the same absolute desperation. His tongue met his, his lips sucked against Shanks' as his makeup smeared. Shanks was clinging onto him like a liferaft. Kissing him like… well like he hadn't seen him in more than 20 years.

Like he had missed him.

Tears welled up in Buggy's eyes, dripping down over his face as he dropped the bottle to the table and grabbed Shanks in both arms.Over 20 years…he'd missed him too…and he kissed him with the hope that he could feel that in every fiber of his being. 

Shanks' lips lingered on his even after he'd had to break the kiss for them to breathe. When Buggy saw his face, it was nearly as red as his hair, and his eyes were welling with tears like Buggy's own.

Buggy's own face was flushed red in the smeared spaces between his makeup, his lipstick mussed over his lips as he took several deep breaths. 

"...ah..gah…" He made a low, keening sound as he started crying harder. "I missed ya, Shanks! I thought— I thought ya might have come back, a-and gotten some of ya spark back if I…" 

Shanks rested his chin against Buggy's shoulder, pressing his cheek to Buggy's. "I missed you too, Buggy." His voice was rough, and croaking. "I'm sorry."

Buggy's fingers clenched tight on his shirt, trying to be careful of his wounds, so he didn't agitate them.

His own voice cracked as he whimpered tearfully. "I'm sorry too, ya know…I …when you were gone I thought you had forgotten about me. You had your crew, that mission.."

Shanks hissed through his teeth. "I didn't have shit, Buggy. I had nothing. And now everything I seemed to have is gone like the mirage it always was. But you're still here."

He heard Shanks' breath catch, and felt his chin dig into his shoulder, his arm tight around him.

"Sure am… sorry I never reached out. It just hurt, ya know? But…" He squeezed him. "Join Cross Guild with us, and we're gonna do somethin' great together. We're all gonna do something great." 

Shanks looked up at him again and now Buggy could see the tears staining his cheeks, running down along his old scar that Buggy still didn't know how he'd gotten. 

"Join Cross— Buggy— I—" he sounded incredulous as he stammered, but then he stopped and sighed. "Sure. Why don't we finally open that bottle of wine and you can tell me all about it."

Buggy's hand flew down to grab the bottle and held it up. "Settle in, Shanksy. I've got a LOT to tell ya." 

"Yeah," Shanks huffed. "I fucking bet. Could you do me a favor and pull my chair over? I think I might just fall over if I move."

His hand moved the chair, bumping it against the back of his legs before he dropped into his own and finally popped the cork with a corkscrew. 

Shanks fell into his own chair like a scarecrow dropping from its pole. He smiled wanly at Buggy, and finally wiped his eyes. "Thanks."

Buggy poured him a glass and pushed it towards him, before pouring his own and grabbing a napkin to mop up the tears of his own.

"Happy to, once you got outta your own head." 

"Out of my own head…" He sighed and shook his head, hair falling in his face. "Well, you made a start, that's for sure…"

Buggy pushed the glass towards him. "A start's good. Look, Croccy and Hawky? They and I got a good thing going here. We've got the Warlords… more than just this, ya know. We've got Doflamingo, we've got Hancock and her terrifying sisters. We even got defectors from the NAVY, big ones!" 

Shanks scooped up the glass he'd been offered and took a long, long drink– draining more than half of it in one go. "That's a hell of a greatest hits list, admittedly."

Buggy took a sip of his own wine with a grin. 

"It gets better. See… we've got an army of pirates under our sway; an armada, the combined gangs of multiple warlords and a marine ship combined— hell, Shanks. We're waiting on seeing if we get Moria and his zombie ship of the dead, too. We've even successfully got the people on our side. We're the biggest force against the government since the Revolutionary Army."

"A force against the government. Is that what Cross Guild's all about?" He took another sip of his wine. Buggy was surprised to find the side of Shanks' boot move to press up against his.

He blinked, before he smiled and brushed his foot against Shanks'. "Paaaarrrtially. Croccy'll tell you it's all about getting a military force strong enough to stand up to them no matter what. To fight 'em down and make them weaker. And it IS about that…but…"

"Yeah that sounds like Crocodile," Shanks murmured. "But?"

As far as Buggy was aware, Crocodile was the only one of their little trio who hadn't formally (or as close as one got to formally) dated Shanks. He knew for a fact that the two of them were at least acquainted. He didn't know if they'd ever fucked.

"But I think it's about makin' the dreams of every pirate come true." Buggy grinned widely. He tilted his head to the side. "You know Croccy, I know that…you ever get close to him?" 

Shanks turned red again, and drained the rest of his wine, setting the cup down on the table before reaching for the bottle. "Why are you asking about that n—"

He paused, and he looked at Buggy with narrowed eyes. The bleary look seemed to have completely left his gaze since the kiss, so that was something. But.

"......" Buggy gave him his biggest smile. 

Shanks poured more wine into his glass, and took a long drink, swallowing thickly. He stared at Buggy. "And Mihawk?"

Buggy flushed under his makeup and took a sip of his own wine. "Yeah uh they've been together for a long while. So…" 

Another slug of wine. Shanks spoke slowly. "So when you said 'join Cross Guild' what it sounds like you actually meant was…"

He trailed off.

"Eh, eh?" Buggy leaned over the table with a grin. 

"...this definitely explains Cross Guild better than anything I've heard so far," he drawled, finishing the rest of his wine in one gulp. "Cross. Exes. Haha."

".........I don't think that was Mihawk's intention with the name, Shansky, but it IS good wordplay. I'm gonna remember that one." Buggy bumped his foot against his again.

Shanks leaned his knee against Buggy's. This time he just reached for the bottle, and didn't bother pouring a glass. "I'm glad you've been having a good time, Buggy. Me and Crocodile uh— I mean, we fucked around a couple times but that was more than 20 years ago. It's been almost as long as you and me."

"....why ain't I surprised to hear that." He shook his head. "Looks like you've gotten yourself in quite the fuckin' tangle , Shanks." 

"A tangle, he says." Shanks shook his head and took a long sip out of the wine bottle. "Look, when I got your message I assumed you and Mihawk were going to fight over which of you got to kill me."

Buggy snorted softly. "Thought about it. But no. Mihawk's on an upswing and I wanted to talk to you for once. Is that so much of a surprise?" 

Shanks' shoulders slumped as he put the empty bottle on the table and leaned heavily against Buggy. It was probably a good thing Buggy hadn't cooked himself– it didn't look much like dinner was going to get eaten.

"Yeah, it kinda is a huge surprise. Didn't think either of you wanted anything to do with me ever again." Shanks' voice was thick and leaden. It was more than clear he absolutely believed it. "When Mihawk cut me off… I just— stopped."

"I get that…" Buggy sighed. He felt bad, he really did. All those years he thought Shanks was so hyped up on whatever mission he'd inherited that he wouldn't care about anyone else. "We were pushin' you away." 

Shanks rested his head on Buggy's shoulder. "I'm starting to feel things. We need another bottle of wine."

Buggy blinked at the empty bottle with a wince. "...yeah I'll ring up my guys to bring me another." He looped his arm around him. "Shanks, I know everything's gone to hell but… I really am glad you answered that letter." 

Shanks looked up at him, his eyes sharp and intense, but desperately, desperately sad; tears once more threatening to spill over his cheeks.

"Buggy, I would have answered any letter you sent me. Any time."

They were gonna need that second bottle stat. He grimaced, tears welling up in his eyes again. "I didn't know that! I mean… I thought… I thought you were too busy for me anymore. You were an Emperor. You were important. I was just some dumbass in the East Blue!" 

There was a low, keening noise from the back of Shanks' throat. "You're my dumbass!"

And then he pressed his face to Buggy's shirt and started to cry.

It looked like they hadn't quite gotten to the second bottle in time.

[luffysinterlude]

here with some of my oc’s backstory!! (i love her) / (warnings: ooc!doffy & sengoku, oc’s mother (x rosinante), timeline might be off (i envision her to be 21/22 post time-skip), brother!law x oc) / (note: i mention cupid having dark hair, but that’s about it. you could imagine it from a reader’s perspective as well!! not really sure how i envision cupid yet, just her fits)

(inspired from this one moment where i was sick in bed and let my imagination run wild.)

donquixote rosinante’s daughter cupid was to be kept a secret from the world.

he hadn’t known she existed until she was five, through a letter that held tear stains and smeared ink. his one and only ex-lover from the east blue had fallen ill and had a month to live. in less than three weeks later, corazon finds himself standing in front of a newly added gravestone, a small dark-haired girl sleeping peacefully in his arms.

i promise i’ll keep her safe. she is your legacy. thank you for trusting her with me, i’m sorry we missed the chance to be a family and i’m not sure if i’ll ever be able to get over losing someone so great. i’ll make sure she grows up the way you want her to. i’ll see you in the next life, my beautiful alia.

when sengoku found corazon sitting in his office with a child in his lap, he nearly had a heart attack. corazon explained the situation…even letting some of his feelings slip. when sengoku pried about the mother, he thought he’d died and resurrected on the spot. monkey d. alia…a familiar name, someone he’d watch grow up with his adopted son. he wasn’t upset though; he and garp had raised them both to be young naval commanders. although alia had suddenly disappeared six years ago and garp refused to tell anyone his daughter’s whereabouts, he was proud of them, a warmth swelling in his chest.

yet his blood ran cold as he realized he shared a granddaughter with garp. he made a mental note to ask garp if he had any idea and if so, why he didn’t feel the need to tell him.

sengoku agreed to keep the child a secret, but only if he was allowed to raise the girl and train her to be a marine. corazon hesitated a bit; not wanting his adoptive father to shove his views of justice down his daughter’s throat, but he trusted sengoku enough, nodding his head at the idea. he promised her he’ll stop by every chance he had.

unbeknownst to them, a certain man sat just below the open window..smiling at the precious news from his little brother.

within just a year, sengoku watched so much potential grow in cupid, she was such a strong girl who seemed to excel in everything he put her through. for a six year old, she had more self-discipline than most marines. she never gave up and proved herself every time.

so imagine the feeling he gets when his oldest son pays him a visit, asking for a favor. doflamingo has never been forgiving; a silent threat in the air as he demanded a warlord position and custody of cupid. sengoku silently prays for corazon’s mercy and gives him want he wants with not much of a fight, only asking that cupid never ends up dead or on a bounty poster.

corazon’s heart shatters as he hears the words fall from sengoku’s mouth. tears welled in his eyes at the sudden wave of grief that hit him, a small amount of anger bubbling under his skin. he told me he wouldn’t hurt her. cora clenched his eyes shut at the words, an image of both cupid and alia flashing through his mind. his decision was then made:

i’ll go undercover. i made a promise to alia and i won’t let him be the reason i break it…and i’ll stop whatever madness doffy has planned.

x+x

hearing the news that her father was joining her on the numancia, cupid allowed her mind to ease. she trusted and loved her father to take care of her, and stuck to him like a parasite. you’ll never be alone, he told her. i’ll always be with you.

some time passes and cupid quickly becomes a main asset to the donquixote family. she’s always being watched by doflamingo though; something she noticed the minute she stepped foot aboard. he didn’t have to be present for her to feel his strong gaze. she trained restlessly, sometimes in secret so her dad wouldn’t scold her. she wanted to be as strong as her parents…maybe even stronger.

she soon meets a boy named Law, her interest in him beginning when he shows up seeking refuge in the family, saying he doesn’t have much time to live; words she’s heard before. she soon finds herself following him around the ship, observing him and trying to help him get away her father…

one day though, she feels a familiar pain in her chest: her father was taking Law around the world in hopes to find a doctor that’ll heal him. she cried silently as she eavesdropped on the quiet conversation between the two brothers, her heart desperately wanting to go, but she knew doflamingo would never allow that.

that night, she stares out into the dark sky, searching for a ray of hope; for herself, her (new) brother, and her father. even though she was a child, she was able to piece together her uncle’s plans for dressrosa. she’s always been able to read people’s next move and sometimes hear their thoughts — something she noticed when her grandfather sengoku trained her alongside marines — yet around those she trusted and loved, she never felt the need to.

the day Law and Corazon parted ways with the family, she hid in her room—she had told them she’d see them again, a stern look in her eyes. she formulated an escape plan to follow the two, one that involved a lot of thought: every second matters, i can’t fail.

when the news that cupid had suddenly disappeared a month exactly after the departure of Law and Corazon, and just before her birthday, doflamingo could only laugh. he knew Corazon was smart enough not to break a promise with him, so the thought of a nine year old girl somehow being smart enough to escape from him drove him insane.

you’ll come back to me eventually. just because you’re blood, i’ll allow you to escape this once. consider us even, rosi…because your life is mine once i find you.

+x+

here’s my vivre card! don’t tell anyone i’m giving this to you, it’s our secret.

the warm voice of her father clouded cupid’s mind as she stared at the small paper in her hand, the freezing temperature suddenly causing her arms to wrap around her body. a familiar voice caused her to untuck her chin from her chest, yet when she looked, nobody was near.

it’s been almost six months since Law and Corazon began their journey. a part of her wishes that her father had tried harder to include her in their search, but she knew that he only wanted to keep her safe. she also knew that by leaving, he would suffer more.

she figures that by now doflamingo had figured out cora’s secret. she prayed every night hoping the evil man didn’t beat her to them, and so far he hasn’t. yet that thought alone made her move her legs just a bit quicker in the thick snow, fighting against strong winds.

a tall pink silhouette caught her eye as she was beginning to feel tired, a small burst of adrenaline causing her to run towards the figure. she tried using her haki — a term she learned about after confiding to baby 5 about her power sources — to hear what they were talking about, but using it at a distance isn’t something she learned yet.

and so she did the next best thing she could think of:

“DAAAAAAAAAAAD!! LAAAAAAAAAW!!”

corazon froze in his spot when he suddenly felt his daughter’s presence in the surrounding area. neither of the males could hear her voice due to corazon’s devil fruit power, but the wide-eyed look on law’s face as his eyes traveled behind cora’s head caused law to slightly panic.

“she’s behind me, isn’t she…?” corazon spoke. his head hung low, his eyes clenching shut as he grit his teeth. he should be angry. angry at cupid for acting on impulse and following them. angry at cupid for leaving his brother’s ship without thinking of the consequences she’d face. instead, he chuckles. its a light-hearted chuckle, an image of alia popping up in his head.

law nodded, still in a slight panic and shock. he was happy to see his sister again, but he was hoping that the next time they met was when he was fully healed and recovered. in a way, cupid reminded him of lami; he thinks it’s because of how she clung to him like they’ve known each other for their entire lives, or how she’s the only other person (after cora) he trusts.

+x+

“you understand, don’t you cupid?” she does, but wishes she didn’t.

cupid was speechless; she wants to scream at her father for getting himself into trouble, the sense of danger continuing to grow with every second. she wants to beg her father to take her and law and leave immediately, she just reunited with them both, she doesn’t want to leave this land without the two of them alive.

her loving, protective father, was going to give his life in exchange for her and law.

whether her brother was aware of this or not, it was going to happen. she knew her father didn’t have it in him to kill the man, and even after she tried convincing him to let her be a distraction while the two got away, he refused.

tears welled in cupid’s eyes as she realized that this was it. the long time of waiting for her father to finally come back for her, has gone down the drain. the four years she has spent knowing him has felt like two days. both of her parents have sacrificed themselves for good reasons, and the thought makes her angry. she wants to destroy all the evil people in the world for causing pain to those she loves — including those who’ve caused harm to Law — and make them suffer. she cries uncontrollably, the cold air around her disappearing due to the heat rising in her body.

the look on his daughter’s face broke his heart. cupid was a perfect mix of him and alia; a reminder of the love that once bloomed between the two, a period of time where cora felt nothing but bliss. alia was a major inspiration to him, both as a human-being and a marine, and he prays that alia isn’t too harsh on him when they meet again.

her name’s Cupid. i named her after the god of love, because she’s so full of it and she reminds me of the love we shared share. she’s a bit shy at first, but as soon as she warms up to you she can be a bit much to handle. she likes to observe everything: people, animals, places…she’s a very adventurous being, and through that, i think she’s unlocked part of her observation haki. she’s only five, yet she’s so strong and so smart.

please, as a dying wish of mine, do not let her be forced into anything she doesn’t want to do. let her grow into her own person. i’ve been thinking more about our fathers’ ways of living…and i can’t imagine a soul like hers serving people like them. i have a strong feeling that cupid will be a big threat to both the government and pirates alike.

she’s always been special; this whole island loves her. at first i thought maybe it’s due to my dad’s reputation, but i’ve come to find out it’s just because of her spirit and humanity. she’ll make history one day. she knows i don’t have much time left, and she’s been so understanding. i can tell with every passing day that she’s trying to make this time more enjoyable and peaceful for me. she also knows about our separation and all about you, and she says she’s excited for the day for the two of you to meet — it’s kind of some sort of bragging right for her.

please, take good care of our cupid. one day she’ll understand the importance of her life, but as for now, she’s too young. attached below is some ways to contact my brother and his colleagues, they’re trustworthy people and dragon owes me one. if you ever need to contact them, please do so for any reason. be safe, rosinante. as long as cupid is alive, so is our love.

corazon was prepared for his death the moment he decided to go undercover. he had written dragon a long, long letter, explaining to him the situation that he’s in. as long as cora stays alive long enough to carry law and cupid to safety, his mission ends then, and he can rest peacefully (while hoping his body is found). silencing both children, he hides them in a wooden box, waiting for doflamingo to finally find him again.

+x+

“you’ll both be safe here. and,” corazon took yet another, bloodied, deep breath; his eyes bouncing between both of his kids, desperately hoping that in his next life he remembers their faces. “i love you.”

the last memory cupid has of her father is one that’s bloody, gruesome, and heartbreaking. but the words he spoke to her are engraved in her mind.

as long as she remembers she’s loved, this life is worth continuing to live.

+x+

★ an: i still have sooo many more ideas for cupid’s backstory (involving cora and alia) but for now i’ll settle for this. please let me know what i could work on!! i’m still getting back into the groove of writing :p

[gojo-mochi]

Softyyy! I hope you’re having a good holiday! ⭐️ May I have a little mistletoe smooch from Doffy?

LOOOO ~~ Sorry it wasnt so little... doffy took over my keyboard at the end ifk aksdjfsdf

Doflamingo wasn’t one for holiday cheer personally, but that didn’t stop him from pretending to be all holly jolly in front of the people of Dressrosa. Dressing up in a somewhat skimpy Santa outfit, which consists of the usual red pants with white trimming and Santa hat, But instead of his usual pink-feathered coat, it was now replaced by a long red coat with fluffy white trimmings. Still shirtless as ever, he addresses his citizens, announcing the start of the holiday. Confetti exploded all around the island; the toys carried out presents that Doflamingo said he personally brought, but in truth, it was the toys and missing people underneath the island that made them. But as long as the citizens were dumb and happy, it was fine.

Although he didn’t really care for this holiday, keeping up appearances was important for Doflamingo, so he was extremely busy today, leaving you all to your lonesome. As you should be used to, being the lover of someone like Doflamingo comes with its perks and its drawbacks. One of the drawbacks is sharing your lover with everyone else, in the sense of them taking all of his time. So here you stood, right behind Doflamingo, as he strutted around in his silly little outfit, speaking with other members of the family, pirates, government officials, and too many others to count.

You eventually got bored of waiting around and wandered off on your own for a while, enjoying the many decorations that were set up in the castle. Looking down at the city, where Christmas lights twinkle and people dance merrily on the street, It gives you a sense of melancholy; a small part of you wishes that you were free to do that with your lover as well. You brush off that feeling and shake your head. You know what kind of man Doflamingo was, and you love him all the same. Time passed a lot faster than you noticed, then you felt a tapping on your shoulder and turned around to find a servant. She greets you with a shaky smile and tells you that Doflamingo is asking you to appear in his bedroom.

You thanked the servant, and she scurried off in a hurry. You tried to hurry to the bedroom as well, knowing your lover was sort of an impatient man. You arrive at the grand set of doors a few moments later, knocking on the door and hearing a gruff “Come in.” You push open the doors to find your lover lying on the bed, still in that Santa outfit, but the robe is tied together now, covering his chest. Wrapped with a pretty big red bow on his stomach, Doffy smirks, waggling a finger at you in a ‘come hither’ motion. He was propped on a small mountain of pillows behind him, laying on his back with his arms now behind his head as he watched you stalk forward without a word being said between the two of you.

You climb up on the bed, kneeling in front of Doffy, looking for another sign of what to do next. Doffy takes the awkwardness and makes sure to stretch it uncomfortably thin, the asshole. “Why are you just staring? Are you not going to unwrap your present?” He droons out, a frown on his lips, though you can tell it was fake by the way it was twitching at the end. You roll your eyes at your lover’s antics, shuffling over and going right on top of the blonde, straddling his lap. Your hands wander around his chest, groping around a bit in the way you know he likes it. Slowly take your time to unwrap the bow around his middle, letting it slip from his torso along with the robe. Revealing his nice-toned chest to you and a small surprise as his body is covered in ribbons as well, almost like bondage.

Your finger traces the outline of the ribbons on his body, brushing across all the sensitive areas, causing Doffy to groan and bring his arms from behind his head and on to you. A hand envelopes itself around your throat, squeezing in a possessive manner. Forcing you to look up directly at him, his breath washed over you as he cooed at your face. “Before I forget, I had another small present in store for you.” He pulls something out of his pocket, still holding your throat in his other hand. He pulls out a mistletoe and places it above your head. “Now for my present~” He ends the sentence by crashing his lips on yours, hot and passionate, leaving no room or space in between your bodies.

Rolling you over on your back and pressing right on you, his lips never left you once. Not until you were yanking on his hair, gasping for air, once he finally let you go. You find yourself face-to-face with Doffy, who wears a wicked grin on his face.

“The holidays aren’t over; I still haven’t unwrapped my present yet~”

[base0h]

a/n - someone commented doing this with other characters and hell yeah I will 💪 this is part two of this!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack

…are you ok?

- he’s chillin, just chillin. It’s around 3pm in your house, and you’re coming down the stairs, nothing unusual. He was actually drinking some sake in peace. You missed a step, tumbling down the stairs, your head hitting every single metal bar in the banister.

- he scrambled to his feet, running towards the stairs seeing you fall. Mf stepped out of the way 💀 no he did not save you wtf you mean 💀 you stopped when your face slammed into the door, making a hole through the wood. He was absolutely frozen in place, what the actual fuck just happened?..

- “…are you ok?”

- you perked up, staring at the hole your face made in the door as you went over to the kitchen to grab some toast. “Oh hey Zoro!” You said with a grin before he bonked your head with his fist angrily.

- “DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! NOTHING HAPPENED!”

- …

😏 thriller bark reference muahahaha I know I’m hilarious bro 🤭

- “wait did you step out of the way when I fell? You didn’t try to catch me?!”

- “WELL- I- UH…”

- Zoro died

- if Corazon isn’t falling down the stairs then you are 😭 you both are probably THE most clumsy couple of all. No one dares to compete.

- you two were walking down the stairs, going to get some breakfast. Poor Corazon was half asleep and you were half awake. You suddenly missed a step, starting to tumble down the stairs. Everything slowed before Cora literally started screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOO” in slow motion

- yes this is an action movie

- he jumped after you, reaching for you before realizing that um. He didn’t have a hand holding onto the banister, so uh. He fell with you 😭 he tried to at least cover your fall but he ended up falling on top of you as well 💀

- “Phew- at least I protected you-“

- … you’re literally beneath his big ass 😭

- “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Y/N! I’M SORRY!”

- he frantically jumped off of you, revealing you who was smushed into the wooden floor. He started shaking you by the shoulders sobbing for you to talk to him. Doffy is watching in the corner, just asking how the fuck you guys found each other.

- Corazon also passed out after a while because of all his hyperventilating- but don’t worry he’s not on top of you lmao😭

- he knows you’re clumsy, and guess what? Mf laughs at you 💀 (tysm @needys-diary for this idea 💜) killer has more sympathy than him, your own boyfriend 😭

- you’re walking down the stairs as usual when you skip a step, flipping forward and slamming your head on each WOODEN step as you fall. You stopped right in front of Kidd and Killer who both had opposite reactions..

- “Are you- ok…?”

- “BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHSGDUFHUFHFUDBDJB-“

- you got up with ease, blood dripping down your forehead which made Killer worry.. “Um, you need a bandaid for that probably.” Killer suggested. “What do you mean killer? Y/n’s fine! Of course they are!” Kidd laughed, holding you under his arm with a proud laugh as you gave a thumbs up. Kidd then looked at your face, seeing blood drip down your nose, his expression changed.

- “oh shit is that blood?”

- Killer was actually happy that Kidd was worried for you for once, but then his hopes were quickly destroyed. “Oh perfect, I need to take a picture of this bec this is the color I want my nails. Don’t move y/n.” “Ok 👍”

- poor killer

a/n - i hate Kidd 😂

[kookie-doughs]

Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

A series of snaps broke your trance as you turned to face Marco.

"I said we're done," he smirked. "Congrats on finally getting your wrist fixed."

You nodded, a bit flustered. "Oh right, thanks..."

With an eyebrow raised, Marco crossed his arms. "So, did you really not come here to eat lunch with me? It's been weeks; I've missed it." He teased with a smirk.

You huffed playfully. "Oh hush. I'm still upset about you leaving me for Doffy."

Marco laughed. "So you ghosted me because I let Doflamingo take you to his brother?"

"Mhm," you replied, still a bit annoyed, but a smile was beginning to form on your face.

Marco chuckled, "I don't know; you didn't seem upset when he took you home."

You pouted, "Why did you even let him take me?"

"You should've seen his face."

"Did he scare you?" you asked with a smirk.

Marco laughed, "He looked like a dad playing hide and seek with a kid who was hiding in an obvious place and pretending not to know."

"That's not a good reason," you stated, leaning back in your chair.

Marco, with his easygoing grin, shrugged casually. "I dunno, Y/N. It's just that he had this vibe around him, a calmness that felt reassuring. It was completely different from what Rosinante and his kid warned me about."

Intrigued, you leaned forward and asked, "So, what were they saying? About Doflamingo, I mean."

Marco's eyes crinkled at the corners as he recalled the situation. "Well, they seemed way more concerned about that guy – than the wound itself. It was like he had everyone on edge."

"When is he getting discharged anyway? Rosinante?"

"Whenever Doflamingo picks him up, I guess."

You sat there silent momentarily thinking about what's between you and Marco.

"You know he likes me though, right?" you pressed.

"Yeah, and?" Marco replied, looking unfazed.

Your frustration bubbled up. "You let me go with him?"

Marco chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your complaints. "Well, I don't own you, so I can't control who you hang out with. Besides, I don't think we're working out romantically anyway."

Your annoyance grew. "And why wouldn't we?"

Marco leaned down, his face inches from yours, and grinned. "Because, pretty girl, you don't like me." He let out a laugh, leaving you both amused and bewildered.

You grumbled, "You don't know that!"

Marco chuckled. "Well, I've known you for quite a while, and it's kind of obvious. But don't worry, I don't particularly care."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "Now I'm offended because I like you, and you don't care if I do."

He gave you an exaggerated frown. "Oh no, I'm so sorry." His playful tone and smirk only added to your mixed feelings.

"Why don't you wanna believe meeee? I like you!" you protested.

"Really?" Marco smirked and hopped onto his table. "Then are you gonna kiss me to prove it?"

You retorted, "I will if you want me to."

"I don't know about that, Doflamingo said you're bad at kissing," he teased with a sly grin.

Annoyed by his comment, you stomped toward him and crashed your lips into his, proving him wrong.

When you pulled away, you shot him a glare, and he couldn't help but laugh.

You stomped heading towards the door, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Marco followed after you, still laughing, "Pretty, don't be upset! I'm not laughing at you. You're not bad at it, I swear!"

"Ugh, you're impossible!"

"I told you it's the spark that's missing!" Marco said, blocking your way with a smirk. "If it'll make you feel better, we can kiss again, and I won't laugh this time."

You smacked him lightly, and he laughed once more.

You slowly pushed the door open, revealing Doflamingo and Rosinante engrossed in filling out paperwork. Your heart raced as you caught sight of a certain someone.

"Pre-" Marco started, but you swiftly elbowed him, causing him to hunch over in pain.

Marco peered out of the room and with a warm smile, greeted, "Donquixote brothers! Before Rosinante leaves, there are a few things I need to discuss with him and offer some reminders. So, if you wouldn't mind giving us a moment, Doflamingo~"

You hesitated, "I-I'll, uhm... I'll leave you to your work, Marco." The butterflies in your stomach threatened to escape as you attempted to hide the silly grin that crept onto your face.

Exiting the clinic, you couldn't help but be a bit surprised that Doflamingo didn't call you out on anything. Nevertheless, you tried to brush it off and went about your way.

But can you brush it away?

This was the first time in forever Doflamingo had seen you and done nothing about it. Was something wrong?

Maybe it was another problem about Rosinante.

"Hey~"

Ah there it is. You smiled to yourself.

"What is it you want this time?" You turned with your eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

As you turned around, you saw that someone was approaching, but that someone was not Doflamingo; it was the nurse. Your shoulders slumped and you felt deflated.

"You forgot your bag," she said with a chuckle, handing you your bag.

"Ah, thank you," you replied, taking the bag.

With a tint of disappointment, you waved her off and watched her run back to the clinic. There was no sign of Doflamingo chasing after you, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions about it.

"Why are you complaining about him leaving you alone this time?" Smoker sighed.

"What if he heard you and Marco talk?" Buggy gasped.

"A doctor's room can't not be soundproofed. Patient confidentiality." Smoker cleared it up.

"I'm totally on the 'he overheard you and Marco' side."

"I'm on the 'this isn't an emergency, why did you make me come all this way in my shift' side."

"Glad you're here, Smokey," you rolled your eyes.

"You don't like him and have expressed many times that you hate him," he groaned.

"She obviously changed her mind and likes him now!"

Your face flushed, "I DON'T LIKE HIM!"

Smoker sighed, leaning against the wall. "If you say so."

Buggy pouted. "But it was so juicy and full of drama."

Your face grew even redder, and you crossed your arms defensively. "Seriously, I don't like him. He's just... annoying."

Smoker raised an eyebrow. "Annoying enough to make you blush like a schoolgirl, it seems."

You groaned and covered your face. "Can we please not talk about this anymore?"

Buggy and Smoker exchanged a knowing glance but eventually decided to drop the subject.

"You were the one that called us here." Smoker sighed. "You're lucky, we owe you one so they let me get of early."

You turned to Buggy, a mixture of uncertainty and pleading in your eyes. "Bug... What about you? What do you think I should do?"

Buggy leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's your call, really. Do you want to take the initiative and approach him first?"

You hesitated, your mind filled with thoughts of Doflamingo and the new feelings you couldn't quite explain. "I... I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

Buggy gave a knowing nod. "Alright. In that case, nothing will happen. You can send him a text if you want to start a conversation, or just wait it out if you're not sure."

"Or you can ask someone to ask for you." Smoker suggest.

Inspired by Smoker's suggestion and determined to make a bold move, an idea struck you. You thought of a certain someone who could possibly help you resolve your feelings and doubts.

"Guys, come on, coffee's on me now, now, now, let's drive!" You yelled with enthusiasm, eagerly pulling both Buggy and Smoker along with you.

With Smoker behind the wheel, you arrived at the coffee shop. Your favorite local spots, that was usually empty around this time. Bursting into the cafe.

"Lawwww!!" You cried out, making a beeline for the counter.

"Y/N? What do you want?" He smirked.

"I need help! So like you see-"

"Y/N, you're in line. You're a customer."

"Shut up no one's in here anyway! I'll order in a sec!" You waved him off.

"We're not empty." He cleared up.

"There's like two people in the back do you want me to get this over with or not?"

"Fine what do you need?"

"So like... uhm... have you noticed... anything?" You said slightly embarrassed?

Law looked at you with a mixture of confusion and slight amusement. "Noticed something?"

You stumbled over your words, still feeling flustered. "L-like, you know! I don't know, maybe like... you know?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but also puzzled. "You know? If you don't talk normally, I'm just never gonna get you off my back."

"L-like at home.... is there like... I don't know... a problem...??" You looked at the ground, your face burning in embarrassment.

Law frowned, genuinely concerned. "Why? What's wrong?"

You continued, your words spilling out in a rush. "Okay, so like, is Doffy upset or something, or... I just think something is up, I don't know. He ignored me earlier, and I don't know, that was just weird. He didn't... well, you know... he didn't give any annoying remarks? Like, did something happen? Did something happen at home? Did something happen with Rosinante? Did something happen with you? Did I do something? Omg, tell me if—"

"Coffee for Doflamingo!" the barista called out, interrupting your anxious rambling.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at the barista who had called out for Doflamingo. Panic welled up inside you, and you shot a glare at Law, who was barely suppressing his laughter.

This was a nightmare. You were caught in your frantic questioning about Doflamingo by none other than the man himself. You muttered a cuss word under your breath, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you.

Before you could make your escape, Doflamingo was already blocking your path. He held his coffee, looking down at you with an amused grin as he sipped it.

Your heart raced, and your face flushed bright red in embarrassment. You were now cornered, and there was no easy way out of this situation.

Wait.

No no. Let's be calm. Maybe he didn't hear you. Maybe... please tell me he didn't hear you.

"W-What do you want?" You asked him.

Doflamingo leaned in closer, his smirk growing wider. "Nothing. You're just in the way; I was going to order more coffee."

His close proximity made you feel like you were on the verge of hyperventilating. You avoided eye contact, desperately trying to remain composed.

"R-Right... I'll get out of your way then..." you stammered.

Doflamingo's grin didn't waver. "It doesn't seem like you've ordered yet. Did you not come here to buy coffee?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Oh my, what could be the reason for you coming here?"

"T-To get coffee!! I-I'm treating Buggy and S-smoker! I'm buying coffee," you responded, turning back to face Law, hoping he'd bail you out of this awkward situation.

As you fumbled to find your wallet, panic set in, and you began frantically searching your pockets.

"E-Eh..." You looked up at Law, desperation in your eyes.

That was Law's breaking point, and he couldn't contain his laughter any longer.

"You're holding up the line. If you can't afford coffee, dumbass, don't buy," Doflamingo taunted with a smirk as he handed his card to Law.

After getting his card back, Doflamingo leaned closer to your ear. "And next time, I'm not going to be this forgiving," he whispered with a smile, gently wiping your lips with his thumb. Your heart raced as his touch sent shivers down your spine.

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[pink-doflamingo]

My dear brother Doffy,

To hear the forgiveness that I have craved heals so much of the pain I held for so long. To have your forgiveness and your love once again makes my heart soar. I love you too, brother dear, more than I can put into words.

Which, I also wanted to mention. To think that you believe I refused to speak, because I was above you, is another untruth. I did not speak to the others because of that, yes. But for you it was a different reason entirely. I could not use my voice to you because I knew that you would figure out my mission immediately. That I could not hide the guilt from my voice. Perhaps I could have hidden a sad glance or a pained look in my eye. But I would never be able to shield my voice from you. You took care of me so well and for so long, you knew my every tell. My voice belongs to you, just as much as it belongs to me Doffy.

For Law, with myself, I hold only memories. Faint images and emotions in my heart and soul of that sickly little boy I tried so hard to save. But to hear that you have found him, I am glad. I am glad that he is somewhere safe and where he is taken care of. Despite the dangers the work he completes entails. Let him know I care for him, just as I care for you. And that I am sorry I wasn't able to see him grow into the fine young man he is today. But that what whispers of me remain still hold him close.

Forever your heart,

Rosinante

I'll admit it, Rosi, like you did. Hearing from you, getting to have this conversation has been healing for me too. I might even be able to look at your face without feeling my stomach start to knot up. To know that you still love me after everything that passed between us is more than I ever thought that I'd have.

You're right, of course, about your voice, I suppose. I would have known immediately. And of course I wish I had known. If we had spoken, things could have been different. Things would have been different. I would have pulled you back to me and I guess you must have known that, so you had to push me away. I wish it had been different, but even people like us can't change the past.

It's easier to live with, now.

I showed Law your message this morning, and he made that face that he does. You know the one. He told me to tell you 'thank you for trying'. I think there's a part of both of us that will always miss you a little, each in our way. I promise he's as safe and happy as I can make him. Our world and our work are dangerous, and they will always be, but losing him would be like losing my heart, again.

If the immortality question still gnaws at your thoughts, let me shut it up. I've learned the hard way that immortality for me without it for the people I hold dear would be a worse torture than we ever endured. A lonely god is a worthless one, so put that worry aside.

You're in my thoughts, Rosi. And as often as I have tried to shut you out of them, I'm glad.

[count-alucard-tepes]

I love your writing and i cant stop Imagine scenarios with your fav!!

Their reaction when coming home late they found their s/o waiting for them with their child sleeping on her lap

Thanks, honey! I’m glad you like them😄

Kizaru✨

He would be surprised they were still not in bed when he came home after work and smiled weakly, “Everything okay, love?”, he asked as he went and took a seat next to them, “Yes…they just wanted to wait for you…you know how they can be”, his S/O would say as they petted the child’s hair. He’d smile more and then relieve his S/O by taking the child and cuddling them lovingly before walking them to the child’s bedroom.

Akainu🌋

He would raise a brow when he sees his S/O with their kids draped over them, fast asleep, “…well hello there, handsome”, his S/O would say with a smile as they were reading a book while the kids slept, “…shall I take them from you?”, he’d ask as he slipped off his suit coat and reached down to take the kids before cuddling them into his chest, giving them several kisses as they slept before he’d take a seat next to his S/O, “Had a good day, love?”, he’d ask gently, “pretty good but the kids missed you…about time you take a day off”, they’d say gently while reading their book, “…yeah I’ll take tomorrow off”, he said as he relaxes with his kids in his hold.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would looked at them and frowned, “didn’t need to stay up, love…”, he’d say gently before kissing his S/O’s forehead and then took their child, “I’ll join you in a bit..go to bed”. He’d of course cuddle his child and tuck them in bed before joining his S/O.

Fujitora 🐅

He would sense them and sigh softly, “…you should be resting, dear…it’s so late”, he said before feeling their face gently, “…let’s go to bed…”. He’d spend some time with the child in the morning once they wake up.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He would raise a brow before swiftly taking his kid and nuzzled them, “Go rest, honey…I’ll put them in bed…and join you after I’m done with some paperwork…no need to stay up late again”, he’d say with a small smile.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would be trying to get in quietly but then noticed his love with their child, “Is everything okay?”, he asked looking a little worried as his child was there with his S/O. He wondered if the child was sick or something. “No, love… we were just waiting for you”, they’d say as Doffy smiled weakly, “…you could have called…didn’t need to stay up”, he said gently before giving them both kisses before heading off to bed with them.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He felt his heart ache when he saw his loved ones waiting for him, “Sorry I took so long…I needed to help Shanks with some stuff…”, he said with a weak smile, “I guess the little one was all tucked out waiting for me…I’ll have to make it up to them”, he’d say gently before taking the kid to bed and then joining his S/O for reasons.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He would tiredly walk in to meet his beloved and his child, it seemed they had been baking or something because they were covered with icing, “…I hope you both didn’t burn the kitchen down”, he’d say teasing before giving the kid a few sticky kisses before kissing his S/O, “let’s go make some tea and try some sweets”.

Killer🔪

He would drag himself in after a long night of celebrating with his crew before noticing his S/O and kid, “oh no, I’m sorry loves…got a little wild tonight..”, he’d say before hugging them both before taking them both to bed.

Kaido🐉

He would be completely wasted when he sees his S/O and child, this would make him sober up a little. Why were they waiting for him? This was a first for him. “…go to bed, love…I’ll be there after I sober up”, he murmured as he rubbed his head a little, “…you drink way too much…it would be better if you stopped so your child can enjoy their time with you”, his S/O would say as they walked away with their kid, clearly not happy. Kaido would frown, he knew he needed to stop…but he had other unresolved issues that liquor helped with.

King👑

He was late because of dealing with issues within the crew since he dealt with most things anyway. This time it took way too long to sort out. He arrived as fast as he could but only to find his child already asleep and his S/O waiting for him, “…I’m…sorry love…work just took so long”, he said with a sigh as he reached over and took his kid, brushing their hair away from their cute little face and gave them some kisses, “…I hope they were good today…”. He’d spend some time with his child in his arms before tucking them into bed and then going to eat some very late dinner.

Queen👑

He was out partying all night before coming back to his S/O and his kid waiting for him, “…oh shit…”, he’d say to himself as he stumbled towards them. His S/O was pissed at him and stood up as they carried their kid, “…you forget you have a kid and me to come back to…that you have a family…let’s hope this is the last time”, they said before storming off. It was then when Queen knew he fucked up.

Izou🔫🔫

They had been waiting for him eagerly since he sent a letter that he’d be coming home that evening. Just as the door opened, he would notice them waiting for him but his child was already asleep. He’d smile at them and quietly come and get his kid, nuzzling them lovingly, “…I guess I’ll have to surprise them in the morning “, he said softly before giving his S/O a kiss.

Dragon D Monkey🐉🐒

He would stroll in after a very exhausting meeting and find his S/O and child waiting for him, “…did I forget something?”, he asked looking puzzled as he slipped off his cloak, “:..we were waiting for you, love…”, his S/O said with a small smile as she carried their child towards their bedroom, “…well…you can spend time with me now and in the morning…with them”, they’d say as they tucked the kid in. Dragon following and smiling a little, “…how can I deny such a lucrative offer…”.

[fanaticsnail]

Yandere Doffy anon here! Aaaa, those vacation pics are beautiful. I'm happy to know you had fun! ❤️❤️

My Doffy-loving heart won out and the Rosinante x Reader is now Rosinante x Reader x Doflamingo just a tiny tiny bit. I'm so sorry, Rosi 😭

This is a scene where Doflamingo sneaks onto your crew's ship trying to seduce you cus he's jealous of you dancing with Corazon on the party, but you end up seducing him 🤣 also, 80% chance the crewmate who has a crush on Pica is getting some from the big squealy-voiced man somewhere else.

Anyway, onto the captains of the two crews 🤭

“Oh, no, no, keep going, pretty boy.” you said, settling back on the bed, folding your arms behind your head, relaxing against the bedframe, your eyes half-lidded and expectant; the look made the hairs on Doflamingo’s nape rise in thrill. You looked like a queen.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Strip down and let’s see what you hide under that suit.”

Doflamingo muffled down a needy moan; he liked the way you called him pretty boy.

- Yandere Doffy Anon

Oooooooooooooh how did I miss this?? I missed you in my asks, Yandere Doffy Anon!!

Oh my gosh, I'm in love. I adore it when words run away with you and lead you somewhere you never thought it'd take you. Needy, praise-seeking Doflamingo, my beloved 🥹🖤🖤. This is just amazing and I can't wait to see what comes next!

[baby-xemnas]

forever bitter that anime robbed us of law flipping off kidd with the smuggest laid back grin of all smug laid back grins. we need more law flipping people off, i miss this side of pre-time skip law so much, like he was abrasive and stoic and cool af but also such an asshole lmao. with how much the straw hats irritated law and messed with his obsessive control freak nature during the alliance, most definitely one of the most annoying times of his life, there’s no way he wasn’t at least tempted to flip them off at several points ok imho

I KNOW!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

sometimes man acting shitty is so sexy....i love law feeling in his power and i won't be reading PH/DR because he gets beat so much there....i want to see (Bepo's) daddy winning im sorry im that type of fan

i love his 'tude...he knows he is strong and cool and noone knows his plans, peak shady scheming "smartest person in the room" ugly man...and his fashion being just a silly hoodie and ugly hat not taking away from scary image at all???? nuts ❤️

gonna be a long time til we get that now lol ... things are dire

him being more tolerable because not only did SH's aid him in plans but luffy went out of his way to help (for his own reasons obv cuz doffy pissed him off lol) so him being SLIGHTLY NICER makes logical sense but i agreeee

i guess we had last glimpses of him being smug and shitty in his interactions with smoker?? but idk i havent read it im just assuming correct me if im wrong

tl;dr i get u. lack of this wonderful sexy smugness is correlated to him being not in control of anything and i hate that for our oppa