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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞-𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Vergo, a seasoned actor who has won several awards and is always sought out by companies for their films, and you, an aspiring actor looking to get your name out in the world, meet at a party, and Vergo promises you the spotlight-- riches and fame can be yours... at the price of sex.

notes not back off my hiatus yet!! but this was a piece I wrote for the loverly @uminozerol 🥰 with her blessing, it has made it to the big screen (or, your phone screens, and if you've somehow decided to read ff on your tv screen, that's... a choice).

pairing -> actor!vergo x fem!actor!reader

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), actor au, pw/p, piv sex "under contract", size difference (bc he's massive), oral sex (f!receiving), finger fucking, creampie; alcohol use (not involved w sexy times)

wc -> 5.6k

Contrary to mass naïve belief, the acting world isn’t all smiles and good times. Showing up to auditions and landing every role is a dreamer’s dream; personal sacrifice comes into play when desperation is present. The unspoken truth, the one hidden behind red painted doors to rooms with checkered floors…

But there’s a dark side to every industry. 

The entertainment world, with its claws dug deep into society, dominates the public’s view of the world; only the most elite truly dictate what appears in the media, and, who. There’s nothing that speaks “power” like money does. A little investment goes a long way, but there are some actors and performers and entertainers who get away without needing that financial backing for their talents, raw and pure and whole; they do well on their own, beloved by the people.

And none of this has ever been a secret. It’s just something not many dare to tread on or over for fear of losing their own place under the LEDs. Fortunately for someone like you, a fresh-faced and bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and all-too-eager to have your name known to and adored by the world. To have your skill acknowledged by the masses, to see them enjoy your work and laud about it to those who’ve yet to witness it for themselves-- it’s an honour like no other.

You’ve yet to fall on hard times from a lack of substantial work (small gigs, commercials and commercial voice overs, and a supporting role in a twelve-episode drama that wouldn’t be renewed for a second season in spite of an overwhelming positive response) but the drain on both your savings and your motivations as an aspiring actor had begun to weight heavy on your heart. 

You had the skill set and the experience to be sought after as rookie talent— is there something you’ve been doing wrong? Certainly not even your manager is at fault; you’ve seen first hand just how hard they’ve been searching and fighting on your behalf. 

If you could guess… it’d been your lack of networking. And, a lack of a network. You really were a rookie in that sense. All those roles were eaten up because of connections— entertainment is the industry of nepotism, after all. People who know people are how people get places. 

You… knew this, too. Even in the beginning. It’s why you’re sitting in front of your vanity, face painted and already dressed in your black evening gown, second guessing everything you’d steeled yourself into doing tonight. 

According to your manager, who’d heard through their own contacts, a huge networking event masquerading as a cocktail party was to be happening tonight, and she managed to surprise you with a ticket. A ticket. Which means you’d be going in alone.

The “Don’t Worry, I’ll Be With You In Spirit” line she fed you almost immediately after gushing over the expected attendees put you on edge. Especially considering she’d blurted out the name of your favourite actor: Vergo. 

With a voice like butter and the smoothest acting you’d seen in your lifetime, you’d been instantly enthralled; you can recall how he’d been mostly chosen for darker, noir, thriller type roles because of this. You’d always wanted to see him in a romance film, but casting directors seemed to be heavily monopolizing his most infamous skill set. And, he seemed content in doing them. 

You were about to be in the same room as your idol, your celebrity crush— alone.

Technically.

The drive to the venue is a quiet one. At the expression on your face, your chauffeur, your manager, couldn’t bring herself to comment any further about the situation, even to fill the silence brought about during the evening traffic (though you correctly assumed it hadn’t been for your glare of “retaliation”, but because of the crease lines that would appear along your forehead; something about “ruining your makeup”, she’d mumbled under her breath that made you relent).

She does send you off with a genuine well-wishing of luck, and a reminder to call her whenever you were ready to leave. 

To your surprise, the event is not a private one. Or at least, perhaps it had been, but somehow was leaked to the public. A large security detail outlines the numerous gold and red velvet stanchions, arms spread eagle wide so as to bar the few more wily spectators that pressed forward a little too much toward the doors. 

Maybe it never was a private event. Stanchions? A red carpet? This much security? Either someone had been brilliant enough to think ahead for a just-in-case scenario quite like this one, or it’d been a publicity stunt of some design. 

Adjusting the chain of the clutch hanging off of your shoulder, you swing it forward to dig out your invitation, and present it to the host at the door. A nod, a brief welcome, you finally enter the building, greeted by a gentle breeze and gold adornments and bold crown mouldings-- from top to bottom, the chosen venue was a good choice. You only wish your heels wouldn’t click so loudly across the checkered floor; you get the point is to be noticed, in a sense, but having this many pairs of eyes on you as you drift further inside only rattles your nerves. 

Being that it’s a cocktail event, there is no assigned table seating. Wouldn’t be much of a networking event if you were stuck at one table all night, you reason with yourself. 

By suggestion of one of the staff, you check your shawl in. You’d expected the room to be much cooler and brought it just in case, but the sheer number of celebrities, interviewers, and recruiters already in the room brought the temperature to a comfortable enough level. You hold onto your purse, finding it not nearly enough of a nuisance to be rid of it. 

Moving aside, you take in your surroundings, properly, no longer overwhelmed and overloaded by them as you’d been on entry. There are a lot of guests. In such a large foyer, you suspect well over one hundred to be in attendance. Your heart swells, recalling your manager’s words from earlier-- yes, the event is invitation only, but you could still apply to receive one, and if the hosts deemed you a fit enough guest, you may attend, yourself. For fresh blood like yourself, this meant everything. The chance to interact, the chance to create a connection, to establish that network; you didn’t have all those fancy business cards made up for them to be used as a paperweight, after all. 

You’re able to hand out quite a few of them before you find your battery drained, casting directors and curious producers alike finding you an interesting conversation piece after you tell them the series you’d co-starred in. Some of them even recall your role played and your acting, a very small “some”; you’d appreciated their kind words. But it’d been a long two hours of non-stop chatting and casual drinking. As fancy as the event was, wearing three inch heels (or heels of any height, really) hadn’t been an ideal dress code requirement, and you were beyond parched. 

Trying not to sigh too loudly, you let yourself collapse into a plush barstool, immediately noting the velvet upholstery to match that of the rest of the venue’s, and hail down the bartender when you spot them having finished with another guest. 

I won’t drink tonight, you tell yourself, thanking them with a nod. They set a glass of water before you a moment later, and you begin sipping gratefully from its straw. Mmm.

Finally having a moment to yourself again, you allow your eyes to wander around the room. It’s gotten a lot fuller since the time when it started… Celebrities and their dedication to arriving fashionably late… isn’t fashionable at all. 

You spot a lot of familiar faces around you: the small group of men bickering loudly in one of the furthest corners who’d all recently starred together in a “buddy”-cop movie, affectionately nicknamed on one of their sets as the Three Stooges; the tall raven haired woman who’d brought along a novel to read, a smile on her face while she covets it from a singular lounge chair, Nico Robin; just entering the fray after checking in his coat, a former co-star of yours, Donquixote Rosinante; and, to your right, cradling a tall drink of something clear and violet, sitting several feet taller than yourself and who’d be the one person able to send more than just your heart fluttering--

V-Vergo?! As unnoticeably as possible, you straighten in your chair, shimmying your hips to fit against the backing, and take another sip from your own water. 

Now, stage fright was something that you managed to siphon out of your repertoire after the first couple years of acting. It managed to control a lot of aspects of your life and even lucked you out of receiving a couple of good, substantial roles. So being here, for an event meant to help entertainers new and seasoned form connections or start networks or begin partnerships-- it means there’s no time for you to tremble on the sidelines. 

The time it takes for you to summon up the courage is embarrassing; Vergo’s already ordered a second drink, and you’re quite sure he’s noticed you glance his way (multiple times) in his own peripherals. If he did, he doesn’t mention it, nor would you have been able to tell with those dark shades he always wears. 

You also order a drink -- this time, a half-strong cocktail -- and swivel in your stool, the head of it rotating beneath you. Your eyes rise first, before you’re about to speak, only for your words to catch in your throat. Next to his lip sits a smudge of something soft orange in colour; a cream, of some sorts. You determine it’s one of the dips from the appetizer bar, and wonder how long it’s been there that no one’s said a word to him about it. 

“Are you content with simply staring, or is there something you’re looking to say?”

This time, your breath catches in your lungs. He hadn’t even turned your way, still hunched over the bartop. You want to apologize, or maybe, laugh. Instead, you swallow your introduction and reach up, collecting the food sauce on the pad of your index finger. His flinch is subtle, only the shoulder closest to you tensing in surprise at your bold gesture. 

“The roasted pepper goat cheese dip must’ve been really good for you to miss your mouth,” you muse, your heart pounding so hard it began to make your throat tighten. You’re about to reach for a napkin, when something otherworldly (you suspect) possesses you to tongue away the cream from your finger. “Yep. Roasted pepper goat cheese.”

“... and you are?” 

You hold back another, smaller laugh, this one to cover your own mortification. “Sorry! I meant to introduce myself first.” And you do, though you curse the small stutter that carries along with it. “It’s nice to meet you, officially. I’m… a big fan of you-- ah, your work!” You breath trembles. “S-Sorry, I’m trying to be professional here, but…”

“It’s fine,” Vergo says, lowering his cup to the bar. “We’ve all been there.”

“T-Thanks,” you murmur, sipping from yours. “I suppose you came here for the networking bit of the event?”

“That, and the open bar.” You snort. “You’re not familiar to me,” he adds. Although you figured he wouldn’t have seen you in any of your small productions, you can’t help the flush of abashed heat that crawls across your skin. “Have you had any luck?”

“Nothing substantial… Mostly just a lot of “we’ll be in touch with your manager”, but we all know what that means, haha…” His lack of response hints to the contrary. “A-And you? I’m sure you don’t need networking yourself, so… are you building one for your agency?”

“I’m here on their behalf,” he confirms. “Supposedly, my presence brings a lot of attention; we’ve had a lot of applicants over the past few years.”

Wonder where they might’ve gotten that idea from, you think. 

Another thought filters into your mind that makes embarrassed heat sweep through you; you chastise yourself for even considering asking something so… vulgar? But you manage to seal your lips to keep it contained.

“It looked like there was something you wanted to say.” Until his decision to ask it out of you was made.

Really, this could’ve been asked to any other person in the room -- but maybe not every person -- and yet, you find yourself blaming the measly half ounce of alcohol for your own perverted curiosities. 

“I just… You hear about these kinds of things and wonder if they’re true, right…? And usually, it’s the more established folks who get involved with these kinds of things, or at the very least, know about them…” You clear your throat and lean toward Vergo, who cranes his head down to match your height. “Do people really still try and sleep their way to the top?”

If he’d reacted in any way to your words, you don’t catch it. Rather, he politely clears his own throat, and stares down at you. 

“Is this something of interest to you?” he inquires, polishing off his drink a moment later. You flush.

“I, uh, n-not exactly…” You sigh, defeated. “But at this rate, I’d have more luck sleeping with some… executive producer or some superstar actor than landing a role through normal means. It’s just so frustrating. Why did everyone want to enter show business at the same time?”

Eyes stuck, you watch the bartender clear your glasses with a nod of approval from the two of you. 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Vergo says. “This stands true, even outside of the script of a movie. Are you asking because you’re considering it?”

Your laugh is light, but self-pitying. “Wish I could lie and say I’m not. It’s… not cheap living in this city and getting few to no call backs. It’s either I get a part-time job as some minimum wage barista or, I don’t know… Whore out my talents, I guess.”

“And you’d do that with some… skeevy executive?”

You grimace. “Well, when you put it that way, it’s kind of gross. Something like that would be the last thing I’d ever want. God, I just wish I could get real, honest work…” 

Vergo goes silent. After such a strange turn in conversation -- even though he’d been the one to ask!! you remind yourself -- you don’t blame him for not knowing how to deviate from it; you don’t even know what to say from here. 

There’s a bit of shuffling from your right where he sits, and you find him sifting through the inner pockets of his blazer. He pulls out a card clip of his own, filled thick with laminated black and light blue business cards, and a white permanent marker, and begins writing on the bare backside of it.

“Take this,” he says, and slides it across the bar to you. “This is where I’ll be staying for the weekend. My room number.”

“Wh-- why--””A business proposition. One that I won’t speak about in public. Come or don’t come, that’s up to you. I’m not some “gross executive”, but I’ve at least been in this business long enough to tell you that it would be one worth your while.”

You pick up the card with trembling fingers, eyes still wide and glued on him, even as he stands up to adjust his suit.

“I’ll be saying my goodbyes to everyone now. Come at eleven tonight, if you do.”

Eleven… That’s only an hour away now. 

You’d called your manager to pick you up shortly after Vergo left. She’d inquired about your lack of conversational skills when you’d gotten into her vehicle, but your mind had been so occupied with thoughts of Vergo, the man you’d only idolized and, if you were being completely honest, simped after for a majority of your teenage and adult life.

You’d reasoned you could only speculate about the business proposal he had for you, but you know exactly what he intends to suggest should you decide to make your way to his hotel. It’s definitely not something he should suggest in public -- it’s not something he should’ve suggested at all considering his very public position in the media limelight. You could’ve taken this information and sold it to one of the paparazzi waiting outside. 

Maybe you looked more desperate than you’d meant to come across as. Because prior to your conversation with him, no; you’d never seriously considered “selling yourself” for a role or for fame, let alone to some equally-as-desperate executive. You’re pretty sure a song had been made about that.

It would’ve taken you an hour from your own apartment to reach Vergo’s hotel through downtown traffic anyhow… which is why you found yourself here earlier than you would’ve intended. However he plans to phrase this proposition of his, it’s not like you’ve said “yes” to anything yet. At the very least, you could hear him out. 

You’d changed into an outfit more casual, more professional, than the glittering evening gown you showed up in for the networking party-- a pair of loose slacks and a sweater vest-button up combo. Underneath, however, you made sure to wear something a little more… for the occasion. 

It’s just in case!! you swear to yourself as you clamber into the elevator, heart pounding. Like I’d be caught dead on any occasion wearing granny panties and a sports bra.

Vergo’s room is on the highest floor, the hotel’s penthouse suite they often reserved for VIP guests such as notable politicians and top names in the media. You hadn’t been sure how things normally work, but you learn that his room isn’t guarded by his security detail (not that you thought he needed it with him having self-defense training and him being built like a fridge) like you expected. It makes it easy for you to walk up and press the video doorbell, despite it being physically difficult. A moment later, the camera clicks on, and without a single word from the suite’s inhabitant, the door clicks, too, and you enter. 

You expected nothing short of excellence and minimalist beauty for the room and you aren’t disappointed. The penthouse suite is decked with expensive paintings and high-end leather furnishings and beautiful, shining black lacquer tables and stainless steel appliances-- you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“You came after all,” Vergo's voice echoes through the room as he descends from the second level. If you could afford to own and wear pearls, you’d be clutching them; it looks like he’d freshly showered just before you arrived, and, lucky you, he’d yet to put his glasses back on. 

“Hello again,” you greet. Anxious, you shift your weight onto one foot. “I figured I should at least hear out your “business proposal” before I turn it down.”

“I see. That’s very professional of you.” Standing only feet away from you now, you feel yourself shrinking and shriveling before him. “Drink?”

“Uh-- j-just water, please.” Vergo collects two glasses and fills them from the fridge’s cold water depository, handing one of them to you, and gesturing for you to follow him into the common area; a set of four cream-coloured leather couches, all facing each other with those black lacquer tables sitting at the end of each and in between them. You sit, and rather than sitting across from you, or at least adjacent to you, Vergo sits but a couple of feet away on the same couch. You take a drink before setting the cup on the table, swallowing harshly.

Vergo does the same. “I’ve been in this business a long time. I’ve seen filth and I’ve seen good faith. The question you asked back at the party, if it’s all true? Yes. Of course, it is. Only a fool would dare to challenge this fact. Some are lucky, however; sometimes their attempt into “sleeping their way to the top”, as you’d put it, is achieved without a hitch.

“Others, not so much. Years to date, they’re still stuck in a cycle of use and abuse.” Vergo sighs at you. “I can only assume that you might have been joking earlier, about whoring out your talents to some no-good executive. You seem like an earnest young woman. The last thing I wish to see, and to remember being responsible for, is not ridding the idea from your head; is seeing you lost in that same cycle. So, I offer this to you:

“Roles. Riches. Fame. I can ensure you’ll receive it all, in exchange for that one thing.” It remains nameless, but the implication is clear. “As you put it, you’ll whore out your talents to me, and I’ll put them to good, proper use. You’re not without skill; simply, you’re without guidance.”

You decide to name it. “In exchange for sex.”

Vergo nods. “Yes.”

“That was all very straightforward of you.”

“Do you dislike it?”

With almost zero hesitation, you shake your head. “No.” You pause. “Besides the sex, what else are you getting out of this? Because it seems like I’m reaping double the rewards in this deal.”

“Self-satisfaction, perhaps,” he says. “Hm… I was once told I wouldn’t be a good mentor.”

“I’m hoping you’ve never propositioned another rookie like this before to earn that comment,” you muse, and to your surprise, you earn a chuckle from the man. 

“You would be the first to ever ask the question you did, so no. I would have had no other reason to.” Another pause occurs between you before Vergo gestures past the kitchen. “If you’d like to freshen up, the restroom is there.”

Even though I also showered again before coming here… “S-Sure. Thank you.”

“When you’re ready, I’ll… be waiting.”

You excuse yourself, stumbling a little on your way past the door frame. You slide the door shut and look at yourself in the long, wall-encompassing mirror.

You’re shaking. Unsure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, you decide to cool yourself down with a cold cloth to your forehead. Freshen up? What more could you do to prepare yourself for what you agreed to do? A verbal contract to achieve fame and even more, receive a good fuck. How is this going to work? Are you supposed to become signed to his agency? You’d been a freelancer for so many years. How often are you supposed to have sex with Vergo? The image of you as a purse puppy suddenly appears behind your eyes and you have to stop yourself from laughing at it; this is serious. And you seriously wonder if Vergo really has no other agenda or intentions behind this agreement.

You drop the cloth onto the counter and sigh heavily, at the same time the bathroom door slides open again. Spinning on your bare heel, you flinch at Vergo and his long, quick strides over to you. 

“I-I thought--!””I apologize,” he interrupts, stopping just before you. He crouches at his knees, his eager hands disappearing under you to scoop you into the air a moment later. You flail, a noise of surprise slipping past gritted teeth when he sets you down on the counter’s edge. “I’m afraid that this is where our agreement begins.”

His movements are hurried, his touch; heavy, but not harmful. You brace yourself while he helps to strip you down; a hand pressed against his chest with the other propping you up from the counter, he works around your lack of balance and lifts both your sweater vest and the blouse over your head, not bothering to unbutton it. Mouthing at your bare neck, he unclasps your white lace bra and tosses it behind him. His lips are quick to travel, to your jaw, to the sweet corners of your lips, parted enough for him, quite alike your thighs, to slot himself between; his lips, his thighs-- he pulls you to the edge of the counter to press one of them into your clothed cunt.

You gasp, the material of your trousers coarse enough and his movements exact enough that it makes you keen forward for more. Vergo's hands, big like the rest of him, smooths along your thighs and up to your hips, his thick fingers dipping with urgency beneath the waistband.

“Lift,” he commands, and you raise your ass from the countertop. Lowering yourself back down has you hissing from the cool chill of the marble, but the look on Vergo’s face has you quickly warming up again. Once more, he drags you to the counter’s edge before dropping onto his knees between yours.

“V-Vergo?” you ask, already breathless. He doesn’t speak again, busying himself with tugging your slacks and panties down past your hips and nipping down along your exposed flesh. 

His shoulders are too broad for you to even consider trying to shut your legs; his grip, too firm to be able to free your hands from being pinned down against the counter. If a single swipe of his tongue has you reeling (with nowhere to go but backward, your bare back pressed against the cold mirror to contrast the rest of your body and its burgeon), then the fervent suckling at your throbbing clit would have you utterly convulsing beneath him. Your cries, desperate and passing through clenched teeth, go ignored, save for the occasional glance your way; proving himself an attentive partner hadn’t been something you necessarily expected out of him, but it provided you with just another reason to remain infatuated with him.

Your feet kick out, looking for a surface to catch on and press against, but they, too, had been trapped under him--

“-- Vergo, I-I’m--!” 

-- until they weren’t. His release of you is abrupt, as is his ascent to stand as tall as the bathroom itself. You wheeze, not realizing you’d been holding your breath until now. 

“Why…” 

“Don’t start thinking the night will be cut short,” he says, unzipping his jacket and untying the knot of his sweats. “I’m not a one-round sort of man.” They fall into a heap on the floor beneath him, joining you in the nude. Glancing down where you feel his erection pressing against you is a challenge, especially when you eventually learn that it’s only touching you halfway. 

“Oh my god…” 

“Come.” He extends a hand to you that you hesitantly take. “You’ll be much more comfortable elsewhere.” 

Expecting to slide off the counter and onto your wobbling, fawn-like legs, had been incorrect. The large hand wrapped around yours had only been for your own leverage when he lifts you into his other arm, five feet off the ground, with little effort. You squirm in his hold, made anxious by the extra height, until you feel his fingers prodding at your cunt. You can feel, you can hear, just how wet he’d made it by the merit of his tongue alone as he stirs them along your opening. 

“Relax,” he tells you. “You’ll want this done properly before we really begin.”

You make to speak, what likely would’ve been a choked noise coming from you, but instead you squeak, suddenly impaled on two of his fingers. 

“Put your arms around my neck.” To the best of your ability, you do, trembling flesh and bones curling carefully around corded muscle. “And put your legs around me.” This, you find, is much harder, and so with his help, your legs curl around his waist. 

“Lift,” he says again, and you lean back to glance at him. “I said, lift.”

… you do, a gasp immediately escaping you when you end up falling back onto his fingers. You scramble, weak limbs attempting to free you from their range, only to slide right back down.

“Vergo,” you whine

“Hold on tight.” You do. With every ounce of whatever strength you could muster, you do. The penthouse is a completely private suite, and in a building taller than all the rest around it, you have complete privacy, and yet, being paraded through such an open, exposed space, on your way up to the room’s second floor, you find yourself trying to hide what you can of yourself; a redundant, unfruitful effort. 

Having removed his fingers, he has you unlace your limbs from around him to fall onto his bed. 

“Under normal circumstances, I’d certainly be taking my time.” You glance down, and find Vergo stroking himself to an even greater length than you’d first seen him. It’s not natural, you begin to panic. He’s huge, a-and his thing’s even bigger, I-- i-it’ll never fit, there’s no way-- “I’d have you coming on my hands and into my mouth three times each before we even got up the stairs.”

Your cheeks burn; your attempt to hide your expression behind your arm fails when he takes both of your wrists in a single hand and pins them above your head. With his other, he grabs himself at his base, and lines him up with your arousal. 

“Remember to breathe.”

Instinctively, you do the exact opposite. 

Being impaled on his fingers hadn’t even been comparable. Even prior to him undressing, you knew he wouldn’t be small by any means; your mind might’ve still been in a state of shock, even before he thrust into you. “Remember to breathe”? You can barely string a thought together. And whatever breaths make it out of you are punched from your lungs each time the head of his cock meets the depths of your cunt. 

Vergo leans down over you, curling his free arm around your waist from behind, and presses his lips into your ear. 

“Breathe,” he repeats on the backing of a grunt, his voice a deep, muted whisper that has you clenching even harder down on him. “You’ll -- ngh -- pass out if you don’t.”

Your nails pierce your palms. I’d like… to see you try and breathe… with this shit inside of you!!

“Damn, you’re so tight.” Vergo rocks his hips forward, his own lips parted and letting his own pants escape right next to your ear. “Thought I prepared you enough f’me.”

He no longer eases himself into you, instead snapping his pelvis into yours with little restraint. Hands still wrapped around your wrists, he pulls you up onto your knees, rising behind you and holding your back to his chest; the reprieve of being weighed down by him is short-lived as he impales you once more upon him-- his fingers couldn’t even compare to the fullness plaguing you. You choke on the small doses of oxygen you’re able to take in, and with your free hands, you scramble to find a stance that relieves the pressure; not even standing with the tips of your toes pressed into the mattress spares you.

Instead, you bring a shaking hand down to smack across the forearm locking you against him. “I-I-- haa -- I’m g… onna break… p… lease…! Ver… go…!”

Vergo groans into the crook of your neck, and presses a hand over your abdomen. Your breath hitches; aside from the spasming of your limbs, you still from shock, forced to accept the orgasm he and his cock had bullied you into. 

“Then… become broken by me.”

A large hand sweeps forward to turn your head toward him. You can’t stop him, not that you’d try in such a state, when he presses his tongue against your lips to pry them apart. Whines and moans alike, he swallows them all, leaves you breathless and weakly swatting at him to release you. Instead, he releases into you, and you wince at the heat of his spend filling your womb.

Before you’re even out of his arms and laying in the plush sheets below, you find yourself too dizzied to remain upright, and faint against him.

A woman’s laugh drags you back into consciousness. 

Eyelids heavy, you blink the bedroom into focus, squinting when your gaze lands on the warmth of the lamp on the bedside table. Body and skin tender, you gingerly roll onto your other side, wincing at the small ache felt across your pelvis.

You’d expected to wake still covered in sweat and spend; a happy surprise it ended up being for you to learn that you’d been taken care of, as the drops of cum you knew flicked up to hit your cheeks were wiped away. 

There, Vergo sits, phone in hand and thumb-scrolling down a white-glowing screen. 

“W… Was someone just in here,” you mumble, raising the back of your hand to rub blurred exhaustion from your vision. Vergo shakes his head.

“I’m going through available scripts I think might suit your skill set.” He swipes in the opposite direction, “And ones that might pressure you to work a little more,” to show you that he’d been watching an acting reel your manager had uploaded to the web of you. A flush of embarrassment rolls through you, as if you’d just performed for him, not in bed, but on a set. “After all, I need to keep up my end of our bargain, no?”

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[quinloki]

Hi it’s me again! Vergo please?

Vergo

After Hours Role: Regular / Bodyguard

After Hours Attire: He’s got the Men In Black vibe going on, with some black leather gloves to go with it, and that pretty much sums up the look. No random bits of food on his face, for better or worse xD

After Hours Vibe: Laconic, but I think hornier than most people expect. Vergo comes in and keeps an eye on his boss for the most part. Once Doffy’s off to somewhere private he’s usually finding his own entertainment for the night. Not as destructive as the hedonistic peacock, Vergo’s also usually done well before his boss.

He’s not here for frills or foreplay or anything “extra”. The escorts refer to him as a Gravy Boat, because he’s easy to please. (easy jobs are often called Gravy Jobs in several different professions) He’ll get his rocks off a time or two, tip, and leave without so much as a “thanks”. But as long as you know that’s what you’re going to get, it’s not so bad.

Tag Line: “Don’t talk, you’re not going to say it right anyway.”

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom: N/A – He doesn’t really care about that stuff, “do your job so he can leave” is about as much detail as there is.

Kink Preferences: There’s probably some in there somewhere. Assuming you can get him to put forth the effort to interact with someone on a level that’s more than transactional.

Host Club AU Head Canon Event

#quin muses #One Piece Host Club AU #x reader #reader insert #September head canon event #vergo one piece

[luffington]

young master ♡

➤ summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)

➤ pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 3.7k

➤ warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (he’s a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling

➤ notes: this takes place before dressrosa but i’m only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.

Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!

You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult. 

The man had hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you. 

You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosa’s toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned. 

You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didn’t fucking care.

You weren’t afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.

A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, “That’s adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?”

Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. “Doffy, I’m being serious.”

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldn’t call him anything else. You thought it was cute. “Since when can you block my strings?”

“Do you really think I’d be a Vice Admiral if I couldn’t do that? You were so obvious about it, too.” You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldn’t be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingo’s forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. “I think I’ll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I don’t have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.” 

“You’re acting like I can’t keep you here by force.” Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. “I could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.” He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.”

Many times he’d pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then he’d finally ignite a spark of fear in you. 

“If you actually wanted to do that, it would’ve happened already. But you’re the one who hired me, remember?” You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. “If you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what you’re doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them. 

“I’m not a big fan of blackmail, so I don’t want to do that,” you replied in an even tone. “I’m just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play cat’s cradle all day?”

Doflamingo should’ve killed you right then and there. That would’ve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldn’t focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on – why the fuck were you not affected?

He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind — he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasn’t it. 

He wanted you to call him ‘Young Master’. 

Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off – you were in a potential viper’s nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didn’t feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.

“What Devil Fruit did you eat.” It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl. 

“I already told you, I didn’t eat one.” You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid. 

“You lying bitch!” He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. “You must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or… I don’t fucking know! Tell me what’s happening!” He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. “Why can’t I stop fucking thinking about you!”

Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe… “Doffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course he’d fucking been attracted to people – he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you. 

They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you… it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.

“Fuck you! I… I…” You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. “Why won’t you belong to me?!”

The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldn’t go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his. 

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde man’s buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him – this was not the outcome you had in mind. 

You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.

“Doffy,” you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again. 

“I don’t need you to patronize me! I need…” he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. “I need you. Give yourself to me.” He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip. 

You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core. 

Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you weren’t resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants. 

He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. “You fucking whore. You want this, don’t you?”

“Doffy, you’re the one literally trying to get in my pants.”

“Shut up.” He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat – you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later. 

A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than he’d imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan he’d ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more. 

Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.

His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. “I think you like me after all.”

“I’d like anyone who eats me out this good,” you quipped.

“But no one’s as good as me, hm?” To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. “No one will ever be as good as me. Say you’re mine and you can have this every day.”

“F-fuck, Doffy… so, mmh, good…” He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.

“Call me Young Master.” Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew he’d be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. “You want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and I’ll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.”

You actually laughed at that, and he didn’t even try to be angry – being on full display for you meant he couldn’t hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.

You stumbled backwards – there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. “W-wait, Doffy, I can’t, ahh, l-let me sit…”

Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. “Your king will grant you permission to move when I want to.” 

“S’okay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.” Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.

Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. “Shit, you’re so tight.” The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. “Perfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.”

A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.

“Spit in my mouth.” He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.

You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told… and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasn’t just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.

“You stupid slut.” The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. “Love me. Love me.”

A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet. 

“Y-you’re fucking insane,” you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. “Make up your, mmh, mind.”

“Adore me.” He responded immediately. “Say you’re mine. Be mine.”

Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day – no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe you’d sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy. 

But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness. 

Maybe he’d make you step on him next time.

“Call me Young Master,” he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix. 

“I already t-told you,” you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. “You’re not my –mm– Master, I don’t, ahh, work for you…”

“But why not?” He whined again. “At least call me it when you cum. I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.” 

You didn’t acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs – Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss. 

He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. “I-I’m gonna… gonna…” He crooked his fingers inside you the way he’d done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.

“Doffy~!” Your face contorted into the most divine expression he’d ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer. 

You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname. 

He came hard. 

The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down. 

Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldn’t break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension. 

Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blonde’s cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering. 

You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, “You take care of the rest of it.”

Doflamingo simply giggled in delight — you’d willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didn’t expect you to crumble so easily and he didn’t want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles. 

“That’s disgusting.” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose. 

“Who said anything about leaving?” You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. “You still haven’t called me by my proper title.”

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[moonbaby26]

Title: The Victor

(Chapter 5 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past, Doflamingo x Tsuru (platonic)

Chapter Warnings: foreplay without payoff, references to more physical abuse to reader, alcohol abuse

Chapter Synopsis: After the confrontation over you between Doflamingo and Aokiji in Sabaody, both men are now left dealing with those resulting emotions in their own ways. And you still find yourself caught in the middle, the three of you all having to find the next way forward.

Chapters: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5, 6

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This morning had been more than rough. You should have given into the nausea of last night and puked these toxins into the bushes. Instead of trying to be so tough to hold it in. Because what did dignity matter when you still felt this awful?

You’d been a little confused on your way to the gym too as you’d seen Kuzan walking the opposite way in the rain. Towards the harbor actually with an awfully serious look about him and his umbrella open above his head.

He hadn’t even seen you, you were sure. But you’d been in a crowd of other sailors. Vergo had volunteered you to give assistance in some basic haki training happening this morning.

And said class was thankfully being held inside the gym, in comparison to the poor luck of the muddy recruits now running past you all in the yard. You could hear Akainu’s whistle and yell towards them even now over the distant thunder.

“Too slow! Double time it you slugs!” He was screaming.

Oh, you did not miss that part of the rookie days.

The haki class itself had been pretty uneventful at first too. Not very many students, just those who had shown any aptitude at all and had been recommended to keep training by their commanding officers.

Of course Vice Admiral Vergo was well known for his advanced level of armament, so he’d been a guest teacher for today while still in Marineford. And for the entire morning you were only moving through the group as his assistant, giving pointers here or there where you could to the other marines to help improve their form.

If you hadn’t felt like such utter shit, you would have gladly asked Vergo to spar with you by the time lunch break came too. You knew he was above your level, but that was the only real way to learn and push past your own limits sometimes. You’d hoped you’d get another chance before he left to head back to G-5 base at least.

But you’d been sitting on the gym floor with your legs criss crossed, headache still going strong despite your best efforts to rehydrate as you ate the meager rations they’d brought in from the mess hall for lunch. It was too inefficient for the class to cross campus all the way there and come back. So the kitchen workers had just brought you all some sandwiches to get by on before training would start again.

And you were eating your sandwich and thinking about nothing at all. A rare privilege really, when suddenly you felt like you were being completely stared through.

Someone else’s haki had focused on you? You were still pretty bad at being able to know the difference. But your muscles did tense a little as you glanced up slightly.

And as your head turned, you realized Vergo had walked to the edge of the room and was now on the phone with someone. Holding a small receiver in his hand, so the voice on the other end could not be heard.

Vergo’s sunglasses always hid his eyes, much like someone else you knew. But you took another bite of your sandwich as you pretended to brush crumbs off your shirt instead of looking at him directly.

It was so stupid, but you were trying to seem completely unbothered as you could barely hear the Vice Admiral’s voice over the other chatting sailors. But this classroom was not that big. Just open floor with exercise mats and mirrors, nothing to really absorb sound well. And why did you even care?

“No. She’s been here with us all morning.” He said.

Okay, that was a bit more interesting as you tried to remember how many females there were in the room then. Maybe only another two or three? Yes, it was actually only two others. You saw them now, off in another corner together. Not at all where he was looking.

He was absolutely looking at you. 

And you were watching a seam on the side of your boot by then, wondering why your heart rate kept increasing. You really strained your ears to listen further.

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Doflamingo’s grip on the other end of that phone was incredibly tight. Enough to push some of the blood from his knuckles. But he did not break the snail’s receiver the way he’d done to the pen earlier. His voice was still low through his gritted teeth as he continued, “That piece of shit had the gall to come after me in my own house, Vergo.”

It was inexcusable of course. And even now the mansion staff were still trying to shovel the chunks of ice away floors below him. Doflamingo had shredded that frozen wall in a hateful fit not long after Aokiji’s departure of course.

The warlord had then immediately stormed upstairs as well. His mind forgot nothing, and he’d still recalled your number perfectly from before as he’d dialed it again then.

And he’d been pacing in his office, one fist clenching and unclenching, blood vessels pulsing on his forehead as the snail had only rang and rang.

He didn’t know what you had done to rile the admiral so thoroughly. But he was certain that you’d had some culpability in it all. Because you were just that infuriating.

It was fine if you had shown Aokiji what couldn’t be had. Doflamingo had even encouraged this, just as he’d given you permission to go out with the other man at all last night.

It would have been no different than when he’d paraded your body in front of Disco at the auction house. Because the obvious focus still should have been on the “could not have” aspect of it. 

But the admiral that he’d nearly just traded what surely would have been debilitating blows with, had not arrived here on just the thought of you alone.

No, that was the resolve of a man fighting for you. You had done something to make Aokiji feel as if you were still truly his to be defended. Doflamingo could see this no other way.

And even as he’d finally hung up that unanswered call to you, to ring Vergo instead, the memories from yesterday had still been so vivid as well.

Because you’d told him that you wanted him then. You’d told him that it was him alone that you thought of when you opened your legs at night. And he had believed you.

All this frustration for one goddamned bitch.

But Vergo was loyal at least, fully dependable in contrast to you as the vice admiral had answered right away. Vergo’s own snail was encrypted of course, fully safe while Doflamingo still paced and vented freely as soon as the other man was there to listen. 

Yet Vergo assured him that you’d been in sight all morning. That you were there right now in fact at some asinine marine class. If you’d put Aokiji up to this today, that conversation had to have taken place elsewhere.

But still Doflamingo wanted more. His current feelings couldn’t be sated with words alone. He needed to know that some sort of punishment would be carried out. Retribution for this pain in his chest that he couldn’t expel.

He hated you for it. The same way that he’d hated you as his finger tips had smeared through your tears in Disco’s office. Your wounded silence taking away all his pleasure as you’d broken too easily before him then.

“So what did you say, haki class was it?” Doflamingo grumbled in renewed question, trying to shake that mental image of you and your tears again. His hand was now running back through his hair. 

Fuck you and this feeling. No one could be allowed to humiliate him this way. So you needed to feel it in exchange, but even harder of course.

“Yes, training in armament.” The vice admiral replied.

“Then put on a lesson for me, Vergo. A decisive one.” But even through his cruel sneer, the warlord still found himself placing extra rules that he normally wouldn’t have. It was maddening.

“But not too far…I just want her to feel this. Go for the sternum, the ribs maybe. At least once hard enough to bring her down to her knees. The rest you can leave to me for later. I’m not done with her yet.” 

“I understand.” Vergo simply agreed in his usual flat tone, no judgment at all towards those heightened emotions still radiating from his master. “I’m sorry you had to experience this. I’ll take care of it.” He did add dutifully as well.

“Thank you, Vergo.” Doflamingo answered with another exhale. Finally sitting back down then at his desk, though still feeling no better for it. 

Yes, he also knew that in a way, this was exactly what he’d asked for. He had wanted to know the extent to which Aokiji may be a future problem. But in his mind, it’d been more him trying to gauge your lingering feelings for the admiral. Not the other way around.

He had truly underestimated your own hold on that man. Doflamingo had underestimated you.

A mistake he would not make twice.

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“She what?” The incredulous, yet fully serious voice came as the large transponder snail on Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s desk now glowered into the room.

“I told you to tell her at the end of the meeting, not the beginning, if you were going to tell her at all.” Vice Admiral Garp chuckled at the predictable response, his big fist full of another round of potato chips before he shoved them into his mouth from the bag.

Sengoku scowled at the loud crunching sounds that followed. Garp sitting across from him in the office and generating a mess of crumbs. It was only the two of them here, plus the now angry female on the phone as Tsuru continued over the snail’s speaker.

“And you were just going to let me find all this out myself weren’t you?”

“The reception in Lyra is terrible, Tsuru-chan.” Sengoku tried. She was still stationed abroad. And even the high powered snails here at HQ had trouble reaching those distant mountainous islands like the one she was now on. “There was no point in-“

“Who brought her to the infirmary?” She cut him off again.

“Kizaru.” Garp answered, just speaking as he still loudly chewed. “Just an excuse to get back out of the damned rain I’m sure. The man bitches about it every time.”

“He’s also a terrible gossip. So this will be everywhere already then.” Tsuru sighed, the irritation from her still palpable.

“I mean, it is pretty goddamned funny.” Garp responded, knowing when he was likely pushing her too far. But he didn’t exactly care either. He feared no one. “Akainu about blew a gasket. If he didn’t want to be puked on, probably should have moved a little faster!”

“It was just his boots.” Sengoku clarified before Tsuru could react further. The fleet admiral was regretting letting Garp in here at all by this point.

This had been a previously scheduled meeting for an update on the rebellion in Lyra that Tsuru was currently addressing. But with everything that had recently happened with her own subordinate, Sengoku knew that Tsuru would want to know.

Firstly, the whole mess in Sabaody yesterday that you had been involved in. Tsuru hadn’t liked that at all of course considering which warlord was present for it. And now, just today some training incident that had gone off the rails. It was still confusing as to why it had escalated that quickly. But Sengoku was leaving this solely to Tsuru if she felt there needed to be any followup on it.

All Sengoku knew at this point was that Vice Admiral Vergo, visiting from base G-5, had moved his haki class outside to the yard to have more room for sparring exercises.

But somehow you and Vergo had taken things above and beyond everyone else. Blame, fairly or not, was also being put more heavily on you for choosing not to tap out when faced with a higher level opponent.

And at some point you’d been hit hard enough to land where two of the admirals were still supervising rookie drills. And you’d thrown up on Akainu’s boots, forcing Kizaru to talk the literal hothead back down while whisking you off to the infirmary.

The only thing Sengoku had heard since then was that you likely had some cracked ribs and a possible concussion. Luckily only that, but the fact that for two days in a row now you’d become the center of some utter fiasco was still worrying.

At least worrying to himself and Tsuru anyway. Garp seemed to find it entirely entertaining.

“She’s just a kid.” The Vice Admiral replied. “You know we did the same shit back in our day.”

“Speak for yourself.” Tsuru grumbled, her impatience with him evident as usual. But she had grown up through the ranks with these two men, and she could also speak freely with them as she worried aloud.

“It’s not either incident alone which is the worst of course.” Her tone was changing the more she thought too. She sounded more troubled now. “The day I left her in Mariejois, I had concerns. And after that day I could tell that something was wrong. I thought it was that stupid boy Smoker. If it was, then you’d be right for once, Garp. Just children figuring things out.”

She sighed again. “But then you tell me he is involved with the auction house now. And that the day after dealing with him alone there, she’s now acting out enough to pick fights with Vice Admirals?” 

“You think it’s related?” Sengoku asked her.

“If Doflamingo upset or humiliated her, then yes. Her risk management falters quickly in those circumstances. She’d fight to her last breath to regain some sense of control or power in times like that. It’s a stress response for her.”

“But by the reports we have, there was no physical altercation between Doflamingo and your captain in Sabaody.” Sengoku offered.

Tsuru made a doubtful sound on the other end of the line.

“I don’t know why you still let that pink shitbird get under your skin so much, Tsuru-chan.” Garp grunted at that.

“He’s not a rookie pirate anymore. And his influence is only growing now that he’s a warlord too. I’ve learned the hard way never to discount him.” Was Tsuru’s rather cold response. “I’ll deal with it though. But please keep an eye on her for me in the meantime. It may be time to ship her back my way. I didn’t expect to be away from HQ this long. Base life doesn’t suit her very well regardless. She needs to get back out in the field.”

“Setting sail and bashing some pirates’ heads together is always the best medicine for all ailments.” Garp could at least agree somewhat to that.

“We’ll look at who has ships heading towards you next and let you know.” Sengoku replied, though fully realizing this would likely not be the last time he’d be hearing your name in relation to all this now.

They were getting too old for these new generation dramas.

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You were essentially trapped now. The nurse on duty had threatened you with strong sedatives if you refused to stay in this bed at least another hour.

Their excuse was the need to continue monitoring you for signs of head injury. But if it was a concussion, you’d had stronger ones. Vergo’s fist had left you briefly seeing stars for sure, yet you hadn’t fully blacked out.

It was only that strike just below your chest that had done you in. Partially off center, and into ribs that Doflamingo had already weakened with his tantrum of yesterday. 

Even with your own armament up at the time, it was like Vergo had pushed energy straight through that barrier. Stronger than a bullet as he’d knocked you from the sparring area to win with an immediate out of bounds call.

Anyone else in your shoes would have tapped out long before then of course. But you just couldn’t. The more he’d hit you, the stronger you’d hit back. The more pissed off you’d been.

But it was still too much. And certainly too much for today as you’d been on your knees in the mud before you’d really known what had happened. Finally losing your lunch right onto those boots then in front of you as Akainu didn’t back away quickly enough.

Of course it was not in that admiral’s nature to move for anyone though. So why would he have? But he didn’t expect that resulting vomit as you’d coughed and struggled to breathe after Vergo’s last incredible strike.

Akainu had never liked you at all either. And for a moment you had felt the mud heating up dangerously below you as his temper had flared. 

Kizaru had grabbed you by the back of your shirt to get you out of the way then. Like picking up a stunned kitten really. An embarrassment in its own way as he’d also then volunteered to drag you to the infirmary against your will. 

And now you both remained here. You laying in one of the infirmary beds, watching the timer the nurse had set, and Kizaru sitting languidly in the chair next to said bed. One of his long legs crossed over the other as he seemed he truly had nowhere better to be.

“You don’t have to stay.” You said for probably the third time now. 

Kizaru’s arms were crossed over his chest, just perfectly unbothered in that almost annoying way of his. “It’s still raining. I’m fine here.”

Why they only ever called Aokiji the lazy one, you weren’t fully sure.

Maybe if he’d stayed quiet it wouldn’t have been so bad. But Kizaru couldn’t do that either.

“So…” His voice started up yet again. “This is what, three for three now of Captain (Y/N) related incidents? And the last two nearly within twenty four hours. You’re starting to outdo yourself.”

You really couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or just noting this as interesting enough to comment on. But either way you didn’t like it.

“Well, are you going to write me up for something?” You asked flatly, not knowing what he expected you to do about any of this now. You were well aware that people were still talking about your dust up with Smoker in Mariejois. And of course the auction house yesterday, and now it would be about you, Vergo, and Akainu’s vomit boots today.

Troublemaker was another moniker of yours you often heard in not so quiet whispers. 

But Kizaru’s demeanor never really changed at your attitude. He just answered you with a question of his own. “If Aokiji never reprimands you, then what right do I have to discipline you either?”

Your eyebrows raised a little as Kizaru turned his head to make eye contact with you through those transparent sunglasses before he kept on.

“I don’t know what Aokiji’s dragging his feet for though. You always get him flustered. It’d just be the sensible thing for him to go ahead and admit it right?”

How your body could still have had the energy for that flush of heat to go immediately to your face when you’d just been pounded into the mud not long ago was a feat in its own right. But you didn’t hesitate much.

“Aokiji and I are just friends.” You said with the plainness of someone repeating a legal statement.

“Uh huh,” Kizaru answered, tilting his head a little as if working out a stiffness in his neck brought on by the cheap infirmary chair. “And water isn’t wet.”

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Hours later you’d finally been alone in your room again. The sun had long since set and you were hurting all over as the remnants of mud darkened your shower drain. 

When that was done, you refused to even look in the mirror as you dried off. Your body was a battlefield by this point. Even you weren’t sure which bruise was from who anymore. Unless they truly looked like Doflamingo’s bites or sucks, it was anyone’s guess.

Karma wasn’t something you really believed in. Because you’d seen too many good people suffer and too many bad people win. But if you had done something to truly merit this, you could still only wonder what that would have been. 

Especially when an abrupt knock came at your door.

What in the fuck now? Was your first tired thought as you dropped your towel to grab a robe instead. You did tighten it well and pull the collar high before you went to the door.

There were no peep holes in these doors. Something that wouldn’t normally matter as you cracked the door just slightly, expecting one of your female neighbors at most.

But your breath caught in your chest as you saw that familiar admiral coat at your eye level instead.

And Kuzan said nothing, just looking down at you as you opened the door wider in surprise.

Yet you could smell alcohol again as you heard girls laughing in the distance. They were just entering the barracks from the outside. They’d be coming around the corner into your corridor shortly. They’d see him at your door, and you only in your bathrobe.

So you grabbed that stupid man by his marine tie, jerking him towards you as he did not resist. The door slammed shut as he disappeared into your room. Those girls not even noticing the sound over their own voices before they entered the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing!?” You fussed up at him. You’d already had to argue with Kizaru of all people earlier, likely the biggest gossip on base about these very kinds of things.

And Kuzan was just going to show up unannounced to make this all even harder? 

But he was just staring at you for that moment. He actually looked sad, sincerely so. In a way that had your anger melting away as his dark eyes stayed focused on you.

“Kuzan?” You asked him, more concerned then.

“I’m sorry.” His words finally came. He looked distracted, bothered. It was different things all at once. 

He moved away from you too, going to sit on the edge of your bed as the closest thing to take his weight off of his feet.

“You’ve been drinking.” You stated the obvious. It was much worse than he’d been last night. But you’d seen this before. You knew what it meant.

“What happened?” You asked him carefully, fearing the worst.

He was still watching you. That heavy look, his legs were spread. “I just…I just want you.” But he was almost fighting himself. Changing the meaning with just a few additional words. “I…want you to be okay.”

“You’re drunk.” You tried again, still not understanding at all where this could be coming from. “You can sleep it off here if you need to.” You would still protect him of course.

It wasn’t just about you. You did care about Kuzan’s reputation as well. He’d had his struggles with alcohol as most knew, but normally only when really triggered. He’d be sober by morning and no one would be the wiser. You could sneak him back out of here. It would be fine.

“(Y/N).” He just sounded more insistent.

You watched him carefully. That chilled vapor was coming from his mouth then. He needed to control himself. Your anxiety did increase as the room’s temperature continued to drop.

“Kuzan, you need to rest. Lay down.” You tried to sound more forceful as the chill bumps started across your skin.

“I can’t…because I can’t help you if you keep lying to me.” His eyes were so sharp, even if his voice was not.

And at this you did feel that first real tinge of fear. 

He stood again not long after. And when he did, you saw those ice crystals sparkling across your bedsheets from where his hands had been.

But you stood your ground as his long legs crossed the distance between you so easily. 

This man would never hurt you. Not on purpose. You knew this even as your own breath started to turn to vapor as he came to stand in front of you once more.

And his arm moved around your waist then. The other onto your shoulder. He was steadying himself. But it was so cold. It was as if that touch went straight through the thin robe direct to your skin as he said these new words.

“Doflamingo…what is he to you?”

The world stopped.

Maybe your heartbeat with it. Your legs felt numb. His grip was on you harder. He was the one holding you up now instead.

But you couldn’t make a sound. There was ice on your lips. Even before his own soft mouth had covered yours.

You didn’t even know if you were letting him, or if you really couldn’t move any longer. The taste was so familiar, but masked with the alcohol. That intense cold like drinking him into yourself as you felt the pain beginning in your lungs.

Ice crystals were forming inside your airway as you finally raised your hand enough to grip the side of his face. You dug your fingernails in.

It wouldn’t hurt him, his cheek was more ice than skin now. But he did feel it. 

As soon as his lips parted from yours just that slightest bit, you forced that frigid air back out enough to speak.

“Let me breathe.” But even as you said so, you hadn’t moved away from him at all.

And he understood. Not apologizing yet, but you could feel the ice beginning to withdraw. He was reigning himself back in just enough even as his face remained pressed against yours.

He did let you breathe as requested then. Your body heat reclaiming your lungs bit by bit as you felt his hand wandering up from your waist. He rubbed your back to assist in the gentle thaw as his power continued to recede.

But you still had to answer him. Even as numb and fearful as you still were. Did Kuzan think you were a traitor? Would he hate you? You had no idea how he knew about Doflamingo yet, and maybe even more importantly what he knew.

“We’ve had interactions.” You tried to start. The cold still stung your throat. “But it’s all new...”

Kuzan made a sound. He had lifted his head enough to look down into your eyes again. “So it’s true?”

His voice was different then. And you didn’t like that harshness. You wanted the softer man back from out of all this ice. “My loyalty is to my friends, to my crew, Kuzan. That won’t change.” You promised, but it sounded more like begging. “I’m a marine.” You said, as much trying to comfort yourself as him in this moment. 

“He’s a devil…he really is, (Y/N). Why…why would you let him…did you let him?” And it was clear that Kuzan was still so unsure of which answer would be worse.

To live with the knowledge that Doflamingo had taken you against your will, or the equal torture in the realization that you may have actually wanted the madman to do it.

Was this the debate that had plagued Kuzan today as he’d poisoned himself with drink until he could stagger to your door? But still, why? How did he find out?

“It’s a bit of both.” You finally answered, unable to lie any further when faced with this weakened king right before you. Because he was a king to you. Kuzan commanded more respect with his selflessness than the Heavenly Demon ever could through cruelty.

But that logic didn’t make you immune to Doflamingo’s flames and that growing desire for him either. Far from it. It was as if the two of them combined could have made the perfect man for you. Fire and ice.

And what a selfishly deranged thought to think though. Especially when faced with the true pain that your indecisiveness between them could cause.

You didn’t give Kuzan time to reply. You didn’t want him hurting any longer. You resolved yourself to relieve this as much you could for him in this moment. At the very least you could do that as some form of atonement for whatever he’d suffered through today.

You’d had no idea he was still holding onto these kinds of feelings. But maybe so were you. Because this vulnerability was still something that Doflamingo couldn’t fully give you.

If the warlord even had a side like this. If he really did, wouldn’t he have just cut it out as a weakness long ago?

Kuzan had not forsaken any such faults though. You knew he hadn’t in the way his knees weakened as soon as you’d started kissing him again.

He wouldn’t stop you either. He didn’t want to stop as the two of you moved together to fall back onto your bed.

It felt so old and so new all at the same time. You knew just how to undo his tie. Your fingers remembered every button in his vest and his shirt. All those prestigious layers of that marine uniform cast to the floor one after another.

He wasn’t sobering up by any means, but he was more focused then. Wanting something too and controlling the ice so much better now, letting your hands move freely across him as you finally reached bare skin.

His broad chest, breathing for you as you kissed across it. But that milder cold still remained, assisting you even as it now dulled all the aches and pains across your own body. Your bruises, your cracked ribs, all these things that were meaningless to you in this moment.

When your hands ran down his flat abdomen to his belt, you did glance briefly back up to him. You saw that briefest hesitation in his eyes, but then he nodded.

You had his permission to go further. And you didn’t waste it, unbuckling the belt to open it, along with the button and zipper of his white pants soon after.

When it was all loose, he raised his hips to help you in sliding them off. His shoes had already come off sometime at the beginning. Socks now joining them with his pants on your floor.

He was just in his boxer briefs then. Not the instant nudity of Doflamingo who seemed to like nothing between his cock and the open air but those ever tight capris pants.  

You couldn’t help but keep contrasting the two men even then as you gently started to massage Kuzan through his boxers. 

But were you taking advantage of the weakened admiral in the same way that Doflamingo would so gladly have done to you now? And how could his hold already be this strong for you to even be thinking these things? The warlord was still in your bed in your own mind even as another man now laid down into it.

“It’s been a while,” Kuzan breathed out as you felt him beginning to tighten beneath your touch.

And at first you thought he meant since the last time you and he had actually been together like this. Because yes, that’d be at least three years ago now.

But something in the needful way he still looked at you made you second guess that. Did he mean the last time since he’d been intimate with anyone at all?

“How long, Kuzan?” You asked gently then, realizing he may have neglected himself entirely. Which was completely unnecessary. Kuzan could have about any woman on this base if he actually tried. And he could be a complete flirt when he wanted to be. 

“Almost five months.” He admitted honestly. “A girl at a bar. I didn’t know she was just trying to get back at her boyfriend though.”

“Ouch,” you said affectionately before admitting your own previous record. “Smoker made me wait three months then dumped me.” You half smiled. 

It was something how quickly you could both tell each other almost anything again. Just like it used to be as you fell back into those old rhythms. But there was still that massive shadow hanging over you both. And he hadn’t forgotten it either.

“Did you and Doflamingo…” Kuzan started, even as his abdomen tensed, he was hard beneath those boxers now.

And of course he had a right to know. You could imagine that getting seconds from a pirate was not on any admiral’s wishlist to be sure. Also with the extra baggage of it being unprotected sex as well unfortunately. 

You hadn’t been in the position to demand a condom in either instance of course. Just praying that the pirate was wealthy and intelligent enough to have the right medicines on hand to keep himself clear of STD’s. Your marine issued birth control pills were a necessity you’d always kept to the daily regimen of as well.

Why Doflamingo had insisted on going in raw and not pulling out either you weren’t sure about yet. Whether that was just his reckless nature, or something more specific to you was far too soon to tell.

“Me and him? Twice…” You answered quietly, not without guilt still in your tone. Even if Doflamingo hadn’t gotten to finish you that second time in Sabaody.

Kuzan groaned. You knew if he was sober the reactions would have been so much worse. So maybe the alcohol was still a blessing in its own way. As it was now he just looked somewhat miserable again even as ice crystals still sparkled across the mattress around you both. “I just…don’t understand, (Y/N).”

“I don’t really either,” you admitted too. “And I don’t even know if I can…well, take you right now because of that. I don’t have any condoms here anymore.” You and Smoker had been together long enough to trust that each other were clean. And you were just trying to be up front. Plus you were still torn anyway. You probably couldn’t have endured him without serious ice to numb you again anyway.

But your hands worked fine. Your mouth worked fine if he wanted that. All he had to do was show that it was still okay.

“You don’t have to do anything for me, (Y/N).” He breathed instead as he reached for you then. “That’s not why I’m here.”

And he was then kissing you again, disregarding his erection as you felt him loosening the belt of your bathrobe. His cold hands slipped beneath it as he so gently pulled that last barrier from your shoulders.

You saw him lean back enough to look at you as it fell away. A light frown downturned his lips as he looked across all the damage. 

Kuzan sighed, fingertips tracing some of it with the cold growing a little more around you again. “Of you and me, I was always supposed to be the more self destructive one…when did that change?” 

Probably around the time that he’d first left you you thought to yourself. It had been so hard then. You had to get even tougher to keep going. But when you didn’t answer him, he just shifted you both so that you were now on your back in the bed, him above you as he straddled you. 

And in some way, being under him made you feel so young again. Like true innocent affection despite still being nude in bed with him right now. How those two things could coexist made about as much sense as anything else right now as he started kissing your collarbones.

You knew he was being so careful with you too, even as his lips moved lower to suck one of your breasts gently. His chilled mouth teasing you unintentionally as your hand reached up to stroke through his hair and down the back of his neck.

Kuzan had always joked about really liking breasts whenever he flirted with girls. Doflamingo had focused on yours a bit too. But not in the same way that Kuzan made them a real priority as soon as they were available to him.

If you had to pick a part of your body that Doflamingo had seized on most, well it was just the main attraction at this point. He just wanted to fuck you and nothing else as far as you knew. Whether by cock or tongue, that man wanted to be inside.

Kuzan had never been that way though. He wouldn’t say no to the privilege of course, but he’d never been in a hurry. He would get there when he got there. It wasn’t about any specific endgame. It was just about being together.

And yet…even now as Kuzan’s mouth worked your chest and his hand slid protectively over your hip, you didn’t feel like this reunion changed a thing between you.

It didn’t feel like tomorrow would be any different than yesterday or the day before that. Maybe he had missed you. Maybe this was his own form of penance if he thought in any way that his prior actions had put you on a road to falling into the grasp of a man like Doflamingo.

But somehow you still knew that when the sun came up this ice would be melted again and he would be gone. Back to only being your friend.

“Kuzan…” It may be your only chance to ask, the alcohol dropping enough walls for him to answer you once and for all. This question that had plagued you even on the nights that it was Smoker instead who would have been above you like this.

“Hmm?” The admiral turned his head, just resting it against your chest then to listen to you.

You knew he could hear your heartbeat too in that position now as you brought your fingers back into his hair.

“Why did you really leave me…why wasn’t I good enough for you then?”

And he made another sound and you realized he had closed his eyes. But his expression looked somewhat miserable again. He didn’t want to talk about this.

“Kuzan.” You raised your voice a little. 

His eyes opened slightly. He was using your chest as something to rest against all the same. “I’m sorry…I’m just an asshole, (Y/N).” He murmured. “I couldn’t stay. I can’t have a family. None of it. My path doesn’t allow that…it’d just end only one way. I’d lose them…lose you.”

“And nothing has changed now, has it?” You knew the answer already. But you both needed to say it.

“No. It hasn’t. I can’t…”

“You can’t love me.” You finished for him.

“No.” He breathed. “Not that way.”

“It’s okay…” You heard yourself saying. Even with the pain that went through your chest at the final confirmation. “Nobody can.”

He lifted his head, just enough to look at you again. His eyes looked so tired. “That isn’t true.”

You smiled just barely. “It doesn’t matter. Doflamingo isn’t capable of it either I’m sure.” And before he could interrupt you for saying that name that he still didn’t want to hear, you asked something else. 

“So are you going to out me about him? I am still a marine like I said. He put me in a bad spot, but I did what I had to so that I was the only one he hurt. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I’m not a traitor, Kuzan. And if it does go too far, I know you can stop me. Is that what you really came here to tell me?”

And for the first time Kuzan had a trace of fear in his own eyes. But he was also too tired to do much more than interlace his fingers in yours then, with his head still on your chest.

“Hina is the only other one that knows. That boy told her what he saw and she told me. She won’t out you.” He took another breath though. “But I went and saw Doflamingo in Sabaody this morning…”

And an additional streak of fear cut through you at those words. But the most terrible thing of all was that you actually felt a concern for the demon himself. You had almost asked if Kuzan had hurt Doflamingo, if he had frozen him before you bit your lip to stop such insane words from coming out of your mouth.

“We didn’t fight. It came close.” Kuzan said, though his expression didn’t say how much he may have noticed your near slip. “But I thought about it the rest of the day. All day at the bar until I finally realized…”

He’d closed his eyes again. There was a new defeat in the way he’d draped across your body now. “I still don’t understand why it has to be true…but I realized he’s just the kind of man you like to fight with. And you love to fight so much…you always have. So he didn’t just choose you. You’re choosing him. Aren’t you?You wouldn’t give that rush up even if I begged you to…”

You were speechless. 

Kuzan nuzzled further into your bare chest however. He somewhat clumsily reached out to pull the blankets around you both as well.

“I’ll leave in the morning. I trust you…whatever you do.” He murmured. “But I’ll kill him the moment he goes too far. Don’t let him hurt you again…if he does there’s nowhere that pirate could hide from the ice age I’d bring.”

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Late into the night, the rains had finally moved on. But the stress in Doflamingo’s mind had not. He knew that Vergo had carried out his orders just as asked. They hadn’t gotten to talk about it any more as he’d had to go into phone meetings as Joker the rest of the day. But no news was good news. It meant that everything was completed as expected.

The warlord had decided to let the hours pass by even further after that too. Trying to think out his next plans before he’d make any other move.

He’d busied himself too with readying to sail for Dressrosa in the darkness. The Sabaody house would be out of play for a while as he’d gathered the things from his office. 

Even this morning’s threats from Aokiji hadn’t been enough to fully deter him though. He was apparently willing to risk it all as the longer the day had gone on, the more he’d realized that he wanted…no, needed to see you again.

He would absolutely still be holding you to that agreement of staying with him a few nights in exchange for the release of those slaves as well. Just not at Sabaody as things needed a longer pause there now.

The warlord had other houses though. Plenty of them that he could choose farther from Marineford. Somewhere more difficult for unwanted company to interrupt everything he wanted to have all the time in the world to finally do to you. He was sure his opportunity would come.

He hadn’t been boarded on his ship long at all, navigators setting course for Dressrosa as he’d headed below deck and away from the now clear, starlit skies. He’d actually considered just getting a quick nap in as he entered his captain’s quarters to sit alone on his bed as well.

He was more than tired after such a long day. He had more work he could be doing instead of sleeping though. The door was already shut and locked as he removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. 

The right eye was dry, the left stung even more than usual.

He sat in silence, opening only his right eye after another moment. He rubbed at the left eye, then blinking it to see only shadows and haze through it as always before closing it again to lessen the stinging. 

Leaving his glasses on the nightstand, he laid back onto the bed regardless. He’d kicked off his shoes and put his arms behind his head, probably falling asleep within a half hour at most.

At least until one of the snails rang anyway. There were always several wherever he slept. Different snails for contacts all over the world. 

Doflamingo actually just rolled over for once though, burying his face in his overstuffed pillow. Maybe that nap needed to be a few hours anyway. But the snail just kept ringing. 

And with that amount of persistence he finally had to lift his head up to look. His right eye trying to focus on which snail it was before that eye did widen in realization.

A specific marine snail that hadn’t rang in quite some time was now vibrating among its peers. Doflamingo’s hair was still messy from rolling around in the bed as his strings brought that receiver quickly to his hand. And the snail with it as he pulled it onto the mattress beside him. Hurrying to catch the caller before they might finally stop.

“Well,” He said, already feeling that bit of adrenaline starting to rile him back fully awake too. It really had been a while. “What am I in trouble for this time?” He asked, with his hand partially going over his eyes in habit, as if to hide them even over the phone as he lay on his back again.

“Doflamingo.” Tsuru’s voice carried over. Not angry, not pleased, just fully Tsuru as she answered him. “I had thought you’d outgrown this childish fixation. You’ve been bothering one of my crew again.”

“Do you mean short skirt?” He smiled at her usual bluntness, but it actually wasn’t a harsh expression on his face. There was a little nostalgia here. It’d been a few years since he’d said that older nickname in front of Tsuru.

“I told you not to call her that again.”

“Captain is a lot more boring of an honorific, Tsuru-san.”

Of course, he should have been far more upset at this surprise. Because the moment that Tsuru would become involved between the two of you was inevitable, but also an entire new difficulty level that he may not currently be prepared for.

And yet, it wasn’t at all like being confronted by Aokiji this morning. Doflamingo truly didn’t mind hearing her voice again. Regardless of the circumstances.

“So what accusations am I facing then?” He actually yawned as he stretched within his bed. “Apologies if you’re going to have to be more specific.” 

He could hear Tsuru’s resulting frown even without looking back to the snail, himself always irking her whenever he insisted on being so purposefully informal in their interactions. It was such an old game he never tired of. 

“Firstly, did you misbehave in Mariejois?” Her tone was sharp.

His lips parted slightly. If she was asking, then she was already quite sure that he’d done something. And she was even a step ahead of what Aokiji had been then. But of course he’d expect nothing less from Tsuru.

“She sat with me at the meeting while she gave her little report on the war for you. So professional. I did try to trip her, but that didn’t even work.” He admitted with another rare, genuine smile.

“Brat.” Tsuru grumbled. “But that can’t be the whole of it.”

“You’re the one that had to dangle her in front of me. I don’t know what you expected.” He dared to taunt a little without actually admitting more.

“As I said, I thought you’d outgrown that stupid fixation. You’re too old for this nonsense. Keep to your harems in Dressrosa and leave my crew alone.”

He laughed abruptly. Tsuru actually still saw this as a boyhood crush that he refused to release? He had teased her before about you in the North Blue days, yes. So he knew where she was coming from with this. But it was still something else entirely to hear her say it.

“But my pool girls at the castle can’t fight like she can. They can’t send you or even admirals to gut me like she can. It’s a completely different game. You know how much I like a challenge.”

“You can feel challenged all the way to Impel Down, boy.”

“Feh,” He was still smiling. “You’d miss me and you know it. Besides, we’re on the same side now like you always wanted. Why can’t it just finally be water under the bridge?”

“You’re still a pirate. And you don’t take care of your toys, Doflamingo. You break them and then you discard them. That girl has been with me since she was sixteen. And unfortunately, I know you’ve had your attention on her since then too. But it doesn’t give you any right to her. You think everything belongs to you. That’s not how this works.”

He did frown a little then. But he wasn’t afraid to dig deeper, maybe even complaining to her actually about the injustice he still thought he’d suffered this morning. “You know you aren’t even the first marine to give me this speech today. Though it sounds a lot less patronizing coming from you.”

And there was a pause there. Which actually delighted him a little, with him having even a rare sliver of information that she did not.

“It was your Admiral Aokiji. I guess that’s her new marine boyfriend again already? He came to my house in Sabaody this morning to bitch at me about having that little skirmish with her at the auction house. I suppose I must have made him jealous. He really was an asshole about the whole thing.”

But he couldn’t catch that woman off guard for long, as she absorbed this revelation easily. “Then I hope his ice gave you a wake up call. Just stay out of it. He’s not someone to be trifled with.”

“Neither am I,” The warlord’s pride did force him to remind her then, but he still wasn’t cold in tone. Not to her. “All I’m hearing though is that you all think I’m not good enough for her. It’s insulting. But let’s talk hypothetical since you took your precious time to make this call about her anyway. What happens if she falls for me instead? Do you excommunicate her from your little sailing brigade? Again, per the World Government, you and I are allies now. No matter how much you still call me a regular pirate. There’s nothing regular about me, Vice Admiral.”

It really had been some time since they’d conversed for this long. But Tsuru was always his match and more when it came to verbal debate as she responded without hesitation. “You’re fantasizing about things that can’t be. I have no doubt that you could hide behind your charms for even months or more if you chose to. But she’s not as ruthless as you’d require. And if it did become public, her rank would be frozen at best. She’d lose all credibility. And she’s worked far too hard to throw that away for a man who can’t even love her.”

Doflamingo felt his teeth grit at that damned word. It was simultaneous to that slight twist in his chest again. Yet he didn’t lose his temper. “You’re so practical as always. But tell me the truth then. If I said I wanted to at least try, would you still do everything in your power to stop me? I don’t care what the world thinks of me. A kingdom of my own was my goal for so long. And now I have one thanks to Riku’s madness. So I’m chasing my next treasure. And I’m starting to think that it’s time for Dressrosa to have a queen. I could give her everything. You know that I could. Would it really be so terrible for her?” 

She finally sounded more irritated then, maybe even surprised for a single moment. This was of course the first he was confessing these new intentions to anyone. But it was only natural that she’d be the first to know as Tsuru answered him. “And the moment she does anything at all to challenge your ego, or your ideas of people only existing in tiers beneath you as your servants at best, would you kill her, boy? Because I don’t think you understand how to function any differently than that. A woman is not a toy, not a puppet, not a pet.” 

But she still took another breath, and here showcased the real reason why Doflamingo had tolerated this old marine mother for so many years. “I know you’re lonely. I know it hurts you. But forcing more people into your family against their will is only going to lead to another Minion Island. She’s a marine. She’ll always choose to save others even at the expense of herself in the end. Because that’s what we do. Even if you can only see that selflessness as betrayal to your own aspirations.”

His smile was fully gone as his hand slid away from his eyes then. If the snail copied the look in them now, it was what it was. Tsuru had seen these eyes before of course, and the pain that lived inside them.

“Rosinante never loved me, Tsuru-san. It’s not the same. And I know when things are worth risking and when they aren’t now. I’m smarter than I was then. She doesn’t have to be involved in anything unsavory.” And that was of course putting it lightly. “I don’t need another soldier. I already have plenty.”

“How long has this been going on then?” She asked, seeming to start to accept how very deep into this obsession he already was. How serious he really was.

“Since you recruited and flaunted her in front me years ago.” He responded, as if still blaming Tsuru for all of it too.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. I made sure she was oblivious to your leering and your dirty comments back then. Because she had a right to grow up without that burden on her self worth. She was still a child.”

“But you still let Aokiji have her.” He retorted, and it was more spiteful there.

Tsuru sighed. They had already been through this too. Years ago when it had first happened. “Don’t you dare lecture me on morality, boy. I’ve raised enough daughters. There does come an age where they’re going to go out and find a partner whether you approve of it or not. And if you don’t let them, the rebellion and self destruction they’ll choose instead would be even worse. I knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Just as much as I knew it wouldn’t last. And it never will now either as long as he’s still wishing to remain an admiral. That’s his own choice after what happened to Zephyr. Kuzan doesn’t want to be close to anyone.”

Doflamingo’s eyebrows lowered. This didn’t make sense to him. And Tsuru had never divulged that extra tidbit before. Aokiji was afraid? “He was ready to try and kill me this morning if I so much as sneezed. He wants her that bad and yet he still chooses to be without her?”

“He chooses distance because he does care about her. You wouldn’t understand. And the only reason I’m telling you this at all is so that you don’t resent her for someone she’s not even going to have. I know how that mind of yours works. You’re the most jealous thing that ever breathed.”

He sneered a little. “Sometimes I think you lie about which devil fruit you really have. You see through everyone don’t you?”

“Not everyone. I know you commit far more crimes than I can put evidence to at this point. But if the question is just how you’ll react to something? Please, you haven’t changed at all.”

“Why do you always have to be so difficult?” He exhaled, even as that tension faded again. “What do I have to do to convince you that I won’t kill her? You talk about your daughters, but what about me? You keep telling me ‘no’ over and over, you know it only makes things worse on this side too. Let me pursue her, even if you think this will never work. Fine, I’ll walk away when I’m done. Just like Aokiji did. But if you keep blocking me, you know it just makes me want to tear right through those walls.”

“You still never answered me on how long this has been going on. You hadn’t asked me about her since you’ve been a king. Now all the sudden you’re fixated more than ever. Why?”

“It was Mariejois of course.” He confirmed. “The very moment you left her alone with me, Tsuru-san. Can’t you at least commend my patience? It only took that many years for you to think I’d forgotten about her.”

“And then Sabaody.” She said, taking her own deep breath, seeming to accept this as her mistake. Obviously she didn’t know the extent of what had happened in either instance. She only knew that his desire for you had been fully rekindled because of it.

“So, I answered you.” His voice was fully serious though. “You do the same. What do I have to do to prove to you that I can play house with her without any casualties? You never know, she might even like it enough that she decides being a queen is a better gig than being shot at by pirates all day long as a marine.”

Tsuru still scoffed. “I can’t hand her over to someone whose going to inevitably destroy her. I don’t know how more plainly I can say that. You’ll never have my blessing.”

And there was a deeper desperation that must truly be there for him to use this comparison now. “But I’ve never truly hurt you. We’ve argued, and we’ve pitted our soldiers against one another like pieces on a chessboard over and over. But I never have gone for your throat, have I? And I won’t. And you know why.”

The silence in that moment made him smile again. Aokiji had been such a prick to think he was truly lying about this this morning. “I didn’t force you into my family.” Doflamingo kept on. “All those years ago, when you took that wounded boy you so pitied into your heart willingly. So let me do the same for her. I have room for you both in what’s left of mine. Because a boy will always need his mother figure. But now this man wants his queen as well.”

“I don’t think there is a heart there anymore, Doflamingo. Even as remnants. But, I’m not going to waste more breath on what you clearly have already decided. So I’ll say this. I can’t stop her. But I will tell her the truth. Everything I know about you. And unfortunately, it doesn’t break any written protocol we have for a marine to fraternize with a warlord given your government immunity. So I can’t formally punish either of you. But as I said, it absolutely would be a social stigma that could ruin all she’s accomplished. And I’ll warn her of that too. In short, I’ll do all I can to show her the terrible choice you would really be.”

“I can accept that challenge.” Doflamingo did smile again then. This was the best it would possibly be then. He was realistic enough to know that. So honestly, it almost did feel like a victory. 

And Tsuru always had the perfect read on every situation as long as she had enough information to do so. The ‘Great Tactician’ they still called her.

So Doflamingo also believed her when she said that Aokiji would not take you back. Not fully or publicly anyway. And the warlord could live with this too. Because it meant that you’d never truly belong to Kuzan, even if he still wanted you. Because half measures weren’t enough for you. You were an all or nothing kind of woman.

And Doflamingo would now be the only one of the two of them willing to go all in.

His grin had stretched from ear to ear once more. 

He’d won.

“Well anything else to berate me with before I hang up? I think I’m actually going to sleep well for once tonight. So thank you. I do enjoy these late night chats. We should get them back on a regular schedule again shouldn’t we?”

“Mind yourself, boy. Nothing’s changed. Slip up and I’ll have some nice chains for you on your way to Impel Down.”

“Love you too, Tsuru-san.” Doflamingo laughed, that word of course sounding so unnatural just by the nature of the man it came from. But he still liked to say it to her for how much it pissed her off each and every time that he did.

And as she immediately hung up on him to prove her reaction indeed remained the same, he just smiled into his pillow as he buried his face again. There was a large weight off of him now. He’d be back to sleep very soon.

He’d actually let you sleep uninterrupted tonight as well, wherever you were. He could call you again tomorrow and start this chase all over again.

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Thanks for reading!

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[sanjiyue]

law; misguided loyalty 1

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doflamingo family!reader x law, angst

As a member of the Doflamingo family, you embark on a perilous mission to secure a supposed cure for disease, fervently believing in your dedication to Doflamingo.

Little do you know that Law, is also out seeking control of the cure.

When your paths cross in the New World, tensions arise as Law, aware of the dangers involved with the underground boss, tries to convey the truth about the misleading mission.

Will the ties to the Doflamingo family shatter, allowing both Law and you to find a new understanding, or will the echoes of the past prove too powerful to overcome? Explores the complexities of allegiance, trust, and the consequences of leaving behind a life bound by shadows.

[1.3k wc]

[10 years ago]

You peeked out from behind the feathered drapings of a bright pink coat, curiously stretching your neck to try and get a glance at the little boy before you.

When you opened your mouth to introduce yourself, he glaringly stared in your direction, defiantly.

You could only shake from how the bloodlust rolled off of him, erupting in waves before your eyes.

"Now, children, we can all learn to get along, can't we? We're all family after all!" The man before you laughed as he bent down to bring you before him.

You struggled a little, digging your heels into the floor as he brought you out, unwilling to meet whoever this was before you.

"This is Law! He'll begin training with you soon, so let's all get along."

Reaching for the man's hand that you knew as Doffy, "fine!"

You glared back at the small boy, asserting your possessiveness over the young master.

His golden eyes gave you a condescending look as if you were five years younger than him. "Whatever. Don't get in my way."

Your spare hand turned into a fist and you held it up to his face. "I didn't even say anything to you yet!"

The distinctiveness of his face turned fuzzy, and the world softened its outlines.

And it faded.

"Hey."

A voice draws you back to the current. You lift your dipped head, still a little drowsy, eyes flinching against the bright sunlight that always flooded the upstairs throne room in peaceful Dressrosa.

You set your heavy-lidded eyes on your young master, who was lazily stretched in his chair, comfortable and seemingly at-ease.

"You seem quite comfortable now after I fed you that mirage fruit, don't tell me you're going to start slacking now that you're my right hand."

He stood up before the sun rays, stretching a hand your way, languid.

There was a hint of a smile as you took his hand, soaking in his every word, "no way! We're a family right? I'm going to try ten times as hard to protect us."

Doffy's face stretched a chesire smile as he fixated upon you, "good. With mirage and String-String fruit--"

His luringly sweet voice was interrupted by a loud and sudden slam through the door.

"It's Law! He's--"

"Vergo, my old friend." Doffy took a step sideways, revealing you in his shadow, "let's be a little more considerate."

Vergo let out a cough, "Law is in the foyer."

Doffy sensed you tense up behind him. "Now now," he had a wry smile, "we don't want to rile up the little one."

"This is beneath you, young master, I will go." You ran out the door Vergo pushed through, their conversation fading in the background as you were out of earshot.

"Don't you ever run out of string doing that? 'Doffy'.".

The man in question barks out a laugh in reponse.

As you hurried down the steps, you thought back to all the times Doffy unheaved dreadful news of Law Trafalgar.

First the purging of a hospital, and now this. He dares to show his ungrateful face here to the family that raised and loved him.

If Doffy deemed him the source of the hatred of man, then you hated him with your whole being.

For as the young master breathed, you lived.

The door to the foyer swung open, sunlight greedily filling the unsettling and tense room. The sight before you left you breathless.

There, standing in the center of the room, was Law-- or at least, what appeared to be him. His silhouette was unmistakable, the familiar hat casting a shadow over his face.

But as your eyes adjusted to the low light, the details became clearer, and a knot tightened in your stomach.

Baby Five struggled in his grasp, even more so as she came upon the sight of you. "Get out of here!"

"Law," you were caught off-guard, uneasy at the sight of your beloved family member at his mercy.

His gaze slowly lifted, golden eyes lifeless and cruel with a hint of malevolence. He raised a sword above Baby Five.

Before you could even move, he spared no hesitation for relationship ties and struck down, steel slicing flesh. Baby Five groaned, her whole being filthy with dark blood.

You shook with what felt like a stab in the back. Even Baby Five, one of the closest members to Law while he was here, cut into like it was nothing.

Disillusion gripped your heart, and all possible fond memories of Law extinguished to the flames of the burning fury.

Then, like nothing happened, he released his grip and disappeared, leaving his message of threat.

You rushed to Baby Five's side, hands shaking. "Doff--" Before you could finish your cry, he appeared at your side.

As the shattered remnants of your sentimentality lay scattered around you, you found a source of solace in your young master's presence.

"My dear, to think that Law would cast you aside without another doubt in his mind," he purred, gathering Baby Five in his arms, "how thoughtless."

"Doffy, I need to go after him, just--"

The young master looked at you with unnerving complexity, "no. I could never lose you the way he wants to get rid of you. I need you for my future, our family's future. A future where your true potential will flourish, right alongside me."

His words pulled you in like a venomous secret he was dying to spill. "I will take care of Baby Five. Go back upstairs and wait with Vergo, there's something I need to talk to you about."

In the fascade of comfort meticulously crafted, you found yourself willingly ensnared by his allure and the intricate web of manipulation woven deep in your fragile emotions.

Your fury dulled, you forced yourself to stand up. You took one more look at Baby Five, her fingers grazing yours as you stood.

"That damn Law," she stuttered, "he has no sentimentality-- a monster."

Your hands balled into fists. "The next time I see him, I swear I won't go easy on him." You promised her.

Doffy's Machiavellian smile crept onto his face. "Good. Now go up."

As you climbed the stairs, you could barely hold it together. You entered the room to Vergo's waiting figure.

"Ah," he glanced up at you. "Do you know how Joker's plan to cure the Chrono Crystal Fever is coming?"

You stirred.

The Chrono Crystal Fever was a rare condition where individuals developed a crystalline sheen. Victims were said to have been unable to distinguish between past and current events, progressing into madness.

"I didn't know the young master was planning on finding a cure."

Vergo paused meticulously, "yes, I suppose it would procure a new line of income. I heard the young master is in a hurry to obtain the ingredient before others discover it."

"I guess it would be beneficial for the family to have a monopoly on the cure." Guess? It was the means of an end. There's no way Doffy could let up such an important opportunity.

"I would go myself if I could."

You drew your attention to the voice, the young master in his eminence against the doorway, "it's a real shame. But as my right hand, you'll go in my stead right?"

If he ordered death, you would die. If he craves blood, you spill. This was the man that was going to be the King of the Pirates.

The source of your comfort and familiarity and warmth. One of the only people in this world that seemed to treat you with preciousness.

"Of course," you tilted your head as if it was ever an option to say no. "Whatever you will, it is done."

He tilted his head at your devotion.

"For you, young master, this family would lay down kingdoms."

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[viiiiiiiiiin]

I NEED CORAZON X READER ANGSTTYYYYY

Think about it. Reader is Rosinante's s / o. They help raise Law and when Cora dies , they meet him later in life and joins him / helps him as a way to complete Rosinante's wish.

They were also part of the Donquixote family and went on missions with Corazon. They knew about Corazon's devil fruit and his ability to speak but never said anything. They dated for a long time and did everything together. Corazon even had a small , black fluffy coat made for the reader so they could match !

When Cora takes Law , the reader goes with them and helps them. Corazon and the reader raise Law like their own. Eventually , the reader and Corazon share a moment together. Before his mission to retrieve Law's devil fruit. He spends some of the night with the reader and gives them a kiss. The reader doesn't know that that kiss may have been their last.

The reader comes and finds Corazon injured. They tried to help , but he refused and told them that Law was getting help. When Vergo came , they both panicked. He ended up beating both of them.

When Cora places Law in the chest and uses his devil fruit to silence him , he does the same for the reader. The reader hides behind a building and watches everything go down. They watch Doflamingo kill Corazon , crying and screaming for him to stop (but no one could hear.)

When Doffy leaves , reader goes over to Corazon and speaks to him for the last time. He's barely alive but still managed to gargle a few words out to his lover. They exchange "I love you"'s and a final kiss before Rosinante takes his final breath. The reader doesn't know how long they've been there , cradling Cora's body and crying.

Eventually , Sengoku finds them and gives him a proper funeral. They're both crying and go their separate ways. The reader never takes off their coat (unless washing it) , in honor of Corazon. They also never date anyone again to honor him.

And a few years later , the reader hears the news about Law and Luffy starting an alliance. The reader assumed exactly what they were doing and headed for Dressrosa. When they got there , they saw Law. They reunited with him and joined them for whatever shenanigans they got into.

Even though the reader wanted to kill Doflamingo themself , they left it to Luffy to defeat him. They stayed with Law during the fight and tried to nurse him after his fight with Doffy.

When Luffy beats Doflamingo , the reader cries and hugs both Law and Luffy. Now , the reader has been traveling with them all throughout their journey together. When Luffy and Law separate , they go with Law. They're now watching over him and acting like a parent to him. They both share moments where they talk about Corazon , but they still enjoy each other's company.

I might write it tbh. But if someone found one like this then lmkkkk

Update: I have started writing it ! Check out Silent Echoes - His Legacy !

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[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 13  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

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Sabo had been pacing back and forth going over the information he got from Ivankov like a crazy person. He's barely gotten any sleep over the past few days and Koala was starting to worry but continued to fill his mug with straight black coffee. He was unraveling Joker at the seams but he couldn’t use any of the information he had to arrest Doflamingo, yet. It was all technically still a hunch because he had no solid evidence. An extremely lucky guess on the true identity of “Joker” that would hold no weight in the court of law. He needed something, anything to tie up the loose ends to form a proper case. Law’s first disappearance, the engagement, Corazon’s shooting, (Y/N)’s threat, everything was suspicious and he had a feeling it wasn’t all a coincidence. He needed to catch him in the act and he knew just how to do it. 

Before everyone was preparing to leave for the wedding, he talked to Dragon about what he’s compiled. He had a bad feeling that something was going to happen at the wedding, to his friends and to his brother. Surprisingly Dragon didn’t try to stop him from going on this little stakeout. Although in turn he had to go alone. He had gotten there before anyone else to find the perfect spot to be inconspicuous and watched as both guests and family members arrived. 

That’s why he was sitting outside of the Charlotte family villa at this ungodly hour. He had been drifting in and out of sleep when he heard the faint sound of a car starting. That immediately caught his attention as he scrambled to wake up enough to investigate the sudden noise. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows and he didn’t want to give himself away by getting too close to the action. His best bet was to simply, not lose sight of the car without raising suspicion. When Doflamingo rolled up the day prior Sabo had the foresight to jot down his license plate and send them to Koala. They were fake. If he lost sight of this car now there would be little to no way to trance it back to Doflamingo. Sabo grit his teeth when they finally got to their destination. It was the chapel where the wedding was taking place.

He needed to get closer, he couldn't see shit from where he was. As soon as the vehicle was out of the line of sight Sabo made his move. By the time he had a good vantage point someone was already unloading the car. They were moving a rather large rug around the back of the chapel. The first thing glaringly obvious was that the man wasn’t Doflamingo. Their face was obscured with a hat and glasses but judging by the build and the overall look of the glasses Sabo would guess it was Vergo. Of all the Donquixote’s, Vergo was seemingly the only one to stay out of the public eye. There were only maybe a handful of events the man attended, so it begs the question, why was he moving a rug at this hour. Sabo didn’t have enough time to make it back to his car as the other vehicle headed back in the direction of the villa. He supposed this would be fine for now if anything he knew Sanji had an extra invite. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

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Pudding had a hard time getting to sleep after her beach walk with Sanji. It was a big day after all but the tossing and turning wasn't doing her any good. If anything it was just knotting up her hair. She had slept for a few hours and she did plan on getting up early. She wondered if anyone was awake right now. If she had to guess, judging by the time on the clock she knew of one other person that would be getting up right about now. She put on some slippers and a robe and walked to (Y/N)’s room. She knocked lightly but when she heard no movement from the other side she decided to peek in. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Her bed looked like she had been here a moment ago but left for some reason. Each of the guest rooms had a bathroom attached so she couldn’t have gone wandering around for that. There was a half full bottle of water on the night stand as well so that's not it either. The only other place Pudding could think of was to check Law’s room but (Y/N) wouldn’t be that stupid would she? Not when Doflamingo was in close proximity. That would also be too tacky and make Pudding gag if that was the case but it was worth a shot. Although the room Law was staying in was on the other side of the manor for a reason. It was bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. She frowned.

In the end Pudding decided it wasn’t worth it and tried to go back to bed but as the rest of the estate woke up with high spirits there was still no sign of her maid of honor. It was weird considering no one else batted an eye at the disappearance. When she questioned Monet and Baby 5 about it neither of them had a clue where (Y/N) could have gone or why she would have left. Monet only offered that maybe she couldn’t stand seeing her ex get married. She then left to handle the tasks that (Y/N) should have been taking care of, if she was still here. Contacting the florists, the stylists, caterers, and making sure everything was running smoothly. From the looks of it, Law’s sisters were managing it all just fine. Almost as if it was rehearsed. Pudding swallowed harshly, thinking about the possibility that this was a part of Doflamingo’s plan all along. Of course this would be the outcome now that she started viewing (Y/N) as a friend. Had this been a few weeks ago she would have scoffed and brushed it off but now that she cared, her level of concern was worrying. She had to let someone know.

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When Law read the group message he nearly threw his phone across the room. (Y/N) had been missing in action. All of her stuff was left untouched in her guest room, which suggests she didn’t leave on her own account. She had to have been taken. Law raked his hands through his hair. This was all his fault. He was a fool for believing that Doflamingo would just let things run their course and now she was nowhere to be found. Law knows the kind of power the blonde has and it terrifies him. The incoming messages were scrolling too fast for his eyes to follow and his mind was going a mile a minute. He couldn’t even hear Shachi or Penguin trying to talk him down as they tried to reassure him that the strawhats had a plan. His spiraling accelerated as he thought about Corazon’s condition, so much so that he didn’t even hear Bepo’s apology before he felt the other’s hand connect with his cheek. Being backhanded finally snapped him out of his stupor as Bepo shook him violently, well violently for Bepo.

“It’s not over yet! If you give up now then Doffy wins!” 

Law sat dumbfounded as Bepo’s words sunk into his thick skull. He needed to get it together otherwise Doflamingo would get away with it. He still had a role to play in all of this and if anything he believed in Luffy. Not to mention, criminal investigation was Sabo’s field of interest. He needed to maintain an air that none of this was affecting him. Law couldn’t give Doflamingo the satisfaction no matter how much it hurt. He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. Law was determined to end this if not for his sake then for everyone else’s. If he were to fall here, he would at least take the old man with him. His eyes filled with a fiery determination as his groomsmen regained their confident smiles and handed him his discarded phone. They were nakama and they could do this together. He wasn’t alone anymore.

—

The moment Sanji was messaged he added Pudding to the group chat and when Luffy read the message, he called Sabo immediately. Naturally Sabo didn't tell anyone he was going undercover so when he picked up the call to a screaming Luffy, he tailed it as fast as he could to the Vinsmoke estate. It shocked everyone that Sabo was even in the area but they knew that the blonde had a knack for knowing when he was needed. 

"Let me get this straight, (Y/N) is missing?" Sabo repeated in disbelief thinking back to what he witnessed earlier that morning. "When did Pudding notice her disappearance? Did anyone get in contact with her after the rehearsal dinner?" He was trying to pinpoint a time frame to work with. 

"The last time any of us had contact was at the rehearsal dinner. Pudding found her room empty at around five-ish."

That means no one's seen her all night. Sabo had watched everyone arrive back at the villa but he doesn't recall anyone leaving other than that car. Which could only mean that it wasn’t a rug that "Vergo" was smuggling. At least that was his guess; the only way to confirm his suspicion was to scout out the chapel to find the rug in question but that still wouldn’t solve anything, unless.

"With luck she's probably being kept at the chapel. I saw a car transporting a rug there at around three-forty. That is unless she's still at the manor." Sabo sighed. The first 48 hours of a missing person case were the most crucial in finding the person. This complicates things with how they were going to dissolve the wedding at the same time. They’d have to split up into teams and hopefully not get caught. 

Sanji shook his head "Pudding said she had her older brother search the place. She said Katakuri wouldn't lie to her." At least they had a lead but still. The event would be crawling with people, sanctioned reporters and who knows what the security will be like. Sabo didn’t like this one bit, it was like he and Doflamingo were playing chess. They were already in check with Law being pinned down and (Y/N) being taken was like losing their queen but they weren’t down for the count yet. After all, any pawn can become a queen.

“So here’s the plan.”

—

Pudding and the girls were already getting their hair and make up done by the stylist when she stopped looking at her phone. She didn’t stay in the groupchat long enough to hear the full plan but she got the gist and she knew how to play her part. She’d just have to act natural and hope that things went smoothly on everyone else’s end. Pudding watched Monet and Baby 5 closely. She didn’t feel the need to observe Sugar as harshly since she seemed to constantly be in her own little world. That and she had the least amount of contact with Doflamingo all morning. Speaking of the toymaker, he was currently outside the room having a conversation with Big Mom. Pudding was getting her makeup done first, that way by the time the photographer arrived they could get some lovely "Final Moment" shots of her getting her hair done. Pudding thought it was all pointless but this wasn’t about her and after overhearing the conversation just outside the door, it never was. She was just a convenient pawn for her mother to utilize after Lola ran away. She sees that now. Pudding peered at the clock, there was only so much time left, she might as well enjoy the peace while it lasted.

It wasn’t long until the guests were allowed to arrive at the venue. Pudding had arranged for Katakuri to be the one to greet the Vinesmoke’s. While Sanji’s brothers, Nami, and Robin handled the pleasantries, Reiju and Zoro would be lookouts, Katakuri would help Sabo with the investigation and Luffy and Sanji were to act as decoys for their venture. Making sure that all eyes would be on Luffy wasn’t that hard. He often found himself at the center of most commotions. Luffy wanted to take Doflamingo head on but he seemed to be making his rounds in front of the media and Sanji wouldn’t allow it. The last thing they needed was for all of them to get kicked out before anyone could accomplish their mission. They had roughly 30 minutes before the ceremony began, for now they would buy Sabo time. Although Sanji agreed that it would be foolish to take him on, he wanted to beat the shit out of Doflamingo too. All of this family business nonsense had been something he had dealt with personally as a kid and he was sick of it. He might not be close friends with Law but he could emphasize with the surgeon.

“Curly brow, you got company” Zoro’s dumb nickname for the cook could be heard through the earpiece he was wearing. Everyone but Luffy had one. He wouldn't listen to it anyhow so why bother giving it to him. Sanji glanced around his peripherals to locate their target. Once he found Doffy he grabbed Luffy by the arm, suspiciously made a show of whispering into Luffy’s ear, and made their way down a corridor hoping that Doflamingo would take the bait.

“Doflamingo’s all yours. Make sure Luffy doesn’t do anything too stupid. The rest of us will move on to phase two.” This time it was Reiju’s voice checking in. The rest of the group would be mingling with Doflamingo’s executives, keeping them pinned for as long as possible. Having Doflamingo isolated was ideal but there were still no eyes on Vergo. Which wasn’t that surprising given his track record but with luck if they found Vergo they would also find (Y/N). Hopefully.

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Sabo was getting impatient with how long it took to move about the chapel. In his opinion Katakuri was being too thorough, taking the time to make sure the coast was clear before waving Sabo over. It's not like they had seen anyone in the past few minutes. He understands that it’s better to air on the side of caution but they needed to check every room that currently wasn’t being used for the ceremony. They weren’t having much luck and they were running out of time. That's when they came across a room that had a sign on it. It just read “Not an Exit” which was strange and felt out of place. Sabo jiggled the handle. It was locked. He pressed his ear against the door but all that accomplished was making his ear cold. There weren’t many rooms left for them to check but they'd have to make their way upstairs next. Looking down the other side of the hallway was a window that casted light down the way they just came. If this sign had been on this door for a while the ink should have faded on the paper yet it looks freshly printed like it was just hung recently. Sure they could have hung it for the event but how many people were they expecting to be wandering around this far into the chapel. Sometimes the most difficult things to find are hidden in plain sight.

Sabo hummed, turning to Katakuri “Does anyone have keys to these doors?”

“I could get a staff member to open the door but we don’t have much time left.”

Sabo bit his thumb. It would be too difficult to carry the body/rug combo up the stairs in the amount of time he lost sight of Vergo for. This was the only suspicious door they didn’t get to check and it was relatively close to the back entrance. This had to be it or else they were in trouble. If he was wrong here, then all their efforts would grind to a halt. It was a tough call and they would be down to the wire regardless of their decision. If they were going to do something they had to act now Katakuri was also the one walking Pudding down the aisle. It was now or never and waiting for the faculty key made Sabo tap his foot out of distress but in the back of his mind he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was on the right track.

Once they got the door open everything happened in a flash of still images. In the simple broom closet (Y/N) was on the floor bound by duct tape. Their back was facing Vergo who was slumped in a chair facing the door. The scene burned itself inside of Sabo’s head as he made swift work with (Y/N)’s restraints leaving Katakuri to immobilize Vergo. His reactions were lagged ever so slightly suggesting the man was half asleep, giving them a fortunate attack of opportunity that kept the struggle to a minimum. Although Sabo would still have his work cut out for him when drafting up the police reports. His top priority at the moment was making sure (Y/N)’s abscond would go unnoticed by Doflamingo. Taking her into protective custody now would prove to be difficult without help, incidentally Pudding of all people already had a contingency plan in mind.

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Law paced back and forth as the time counted down. He would be the one left completely in the dark. Bepo and the others had tried to calm him down but it didn’t do much to calm his nerves. Luckily Doflamingo hasn’t come to check on him yet. Actually now that he thought about it, no one has tried to check on him at all. The surgeon is aware that he’s always been the family's volatile misfit but he figured that someone would be sent to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t attempt any last minute shenanigans. That could only mean that everything was going according to plan, right? That he had nothing to worry about, right? As one of the staff members ushered him out of the room, the ceremony began. For the first time in months he genuinely believed that things would be different this time. Leaving the walk down the aisle was the last thing on his mind.

The music faded up softly as Pudding stood beside her brother and as she joined him at the altar her expression was difficult to interpret but Law was notoriously deficient in the art of reading people. 

“Dearly beloved and honored guests,” the officiate addressed the room “We are gathered together here to join Trafalgar D. Water Law and Charlotte Pudding in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities.”

He paused briefly and Law had expected him to say the famous “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” quote that is featured in nearly every movie involving a wedding but the man said no such thing. 

Gesturing to Law he continued “Do you, Law, take Pudding, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part."

He could feel the sweat drop down the side of his face. Taking a glance at the guests made him swallow hard. He couldn’t locate any of the strawhats and (Y/N) was still missing in action but so was Doflamingo. It was the end of the line and there was no getting out of this. Law had no faith and no hope left to spare as the words fell softly from his lips.

“I do…” 

He lost. Everyone gave it their all and even Luffy couldn’t perform a miracle to save him from this fate. He took a shaky breath looking at Pudding. Law was so frantically absorbed in his own self preservation that he hadn’t even acknowledged Pudding's almost uncharacteristic expression. He was surprised to see something almost human in her eyes as she looked in awe at him. It puzzled him greatly as the ceremony continued. Did he miss something? 

"And do you, Pudding, take Law, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part."

Pudding debated what to say. When she walked into the building she already knew what her answer was going to be but she stood there in disbelief at Law's actions. God she wanted what they had so bad and maybe one day she could. She leaned in to whisper to Law "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I finally understand what (Y/N) sees in you and you better treat her right or I'll kick your ass" this just made Law more confused but before he could ask what she was on about Pudding slipped a small paper in his hand and stepped forward to face the audience.

"I apologize for my actions today and I understand how this will reflect on my family but I can not continue this union." Pudding bows as she continues "I take full responsibility for the repercussions since I am the one at fault. I can not marry today because I am in love with someone else and it would be unfair to Law and a mockery of this establishment to wed someone in this way." 

Law watched the room fall into chaos as Pudding stormed back down the aisle with a fierce unshakable confidence ignoring reporters and family members. While everyone was preoccupied with Pudding Law read the note. His sisters took up the task of pushing back the crowd that was trying to come up to the altar to question Law. Bepo, Shachi and Penguin surrounded him, noticing the paper in his hands.

"Well? What are you waiting for captain?"

"Go find her already!"

"We've got this covered."

They waved him off while they distracted some reporters who were trying to get Law’s input as he slipped through the back doors. He couldn't help the grin that plastered itself across his face as he bolted down the corridor.

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[jadedrrose]

So after reading way too much fanfic i had a thought. How do you think Law would react to a sex pollen (idk why but that trope scratches a good itch in my brain) like would he try to control himself or just go feral?

I’ve been meaning to write something for this actually!! I just keep forgetting 💀

But what I think is that he’d try to hide it at first, too embarrassed to admit he somehow ended up inhaling it. Like if it was the plant type he’d be really mad over the fact he didn’t realize what plant it was.

But then he slowly starts losing control, like to a point the entire crew is like 🤨 (but they don’t figure it out since they’re a bunch of silly goofballs) and then you start figuring it out since he’s displaying obvious signs (to you) about what’s wrong with him. (Like yknow the scene in Punk Hazard where he doesn’t know Vergo has his heart so he’s stumbling around groaning? Like that except horny 💀)

So then when he finally gets his hands on you he absolutely loses it and goes feral. Like he’d be so embarrassed about how irrationally he’s acting but at the same time is like surprised/impressed that he could be that wild, how he never loses stamina despite already having came multiple times, unintentionally overstimulating you but like… he just can’t stop… like you’d be laying there, tired and just letting him do all the work as you’re essentially dumbified, unable to do anything except cry and keep whimpering under him as he uses you over and over again…

And finally when the pollen has worn off and he’s completely spent, he’d straight up just collapse on you without even pulling out or cleaning up. Like he’d actually get some good sleep for once lol

Anyway…… I really need to write a full thing for this

(And also is anyone else waiting for the part 2 of that one where reader inhales it and goes to Law thinking she’s sick? It was literally so good without even getting to the actual fucking part and every day I check the Law x reader tag to see if it’s up yet)

#law thoughts nsft #I really got carried away here lol #law thoughts #law #ask things lol #trafalgar law x reader

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 8: Internal Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 1.8k first|next

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Well, at least Law thought he would make it through this. He might have to just leave it all to Luffy as he was currently running out of his plans.

Currently, he was in a warehouse where the SMILE fruit was being created. The giant machinery wasn’t far from him. He was so close to doing what he had come here to do, but he was currently leaned against the railing not far from it. He was panting heavily, staring at Vergo who was some odd yards away from him, Law’s heart in hand. He gave it another squeeze.

Law cried out, falling to the ground in agonizing pain, not able to focus in the least. Vergo wasn’t even giving him a moment to think, let alone plan some form of counter attack. He needed to get his heart from him and he had no idea how he was going to do it.

At first, he thought Smoker was going to be of some help, but he was currently out of commission as well. They seemed to be at a stand still. 

“So,” Vergo mused, looking at the heart in his palm before looking over at the crumpled figure on the floor. Law did his best to muster a glare, but it was hard to do when he was trying to regain his composure. “You knew the Faceless Bounty?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he ground out. Vergo squeezed his heart again, throwing him into agonizing pain once more. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t lie to me, Law.” He looked at the man seize and squirm on the floor before releasing him for a moment.

“I-I didn’t,” the doctor said, preparing himself for another attack. Even though it was the truth, he knew that Vergo wouldn’t believe him.

However, before he could squeeze again, there was the sound of rushing water. It was loud enough to fill the room at almost a deafening volume. “What the-” Then the wall seemed to explode as water came bursting through it like there was a damn tsunami. Both Vergo and Law were floating about for a moment before the water died back down and they ended up coughing on the floor. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to knock the heart away from the marine’s hand.

Law tried to make a move, only to be writhing on the ground moments later when Vergo gave his heart a particularly hard squeeze. For a moment, Law thought this was it for him. He held it in his hand for a what felt like eternity before he finally let go.

When Law finally regained his composure and slowly sat up, he noticed a fog behind Vergo that seemed to be…taking shape? Suddenly, a fist came out of the dense fog, sending the marine flying. He watched as his heart began to fall to the floor, only to be caught by another hand that came out of the fog.

It approached him, still forming until he saw…

You.

His blood went cold as you seemed to be in this weird fog. He could see you but if he focused too closely he couldn’t. You knelt down in front of him, holding his heart out to him.

“Wh-? You-? How?” He was sputtering, completely speechless as he tried, in some way shape or form, to speak. Nothing came out. Nothing coherent anyway. He watched as you placed his heart back into his chest and just…looked at him. 

Why weren’t you saying anything? 

Just as quickly as you arrived, you dissipated, gone once more. Law was staring at the space you once occupied, trying to process what in the hell just happened. Was that your ghost? Did that mean you were really dead? His head spun, but the noises of Vergo stirring was enough to pull him out of his trance.

He needed to find answers and soon. “Time to wrap this up,” he mumbled, standing. He’d get to you if it was the last thing he did.

--

You woke with a small groan. “Don’t move too much, I’m changing your bandages.” You froze for a moment, slowly opening your eyes and adjusting them to the harsh lighting to what seemed like a hospital. “Do you know where you are?” It was the same voice. It sounded familiar, but it was still far away. You tried to say something to no avail. The noise wasn’t coming out of your throat.

Speaking of, it felt like you swallowed ten pounds of sand and it was stuffed with cotton. An entire ocean wouldn’t be enough to sate your thirst…probably. Maybe you were being a little dramatic.

Things slowly formed and took shape. Lights, a couple of pictures on the walls. You turned your head, noticing a very small figure. You blinked again. Chopper? What was he doing here? Where even was here? 

“Y/n? Do you know where you are?”

You just grunted in response, closing your eyes again as you tried to adjust. “Don’t push yourself,” he said with a sigh as he tightened a bandage around your arm. 

After a few minutes of collecting yourself, you were able to fully take in your surroundings. You were in the infirmary on the Thousand Sunny. Chopper was attending to your wounds, it seemed. You’re not quite sure how you got here, but you were trying to remember what happened. 

You looked at the tiny doctor as he offered you a glass of water. “Drink this, but slow. It’ll speed up the healing, though you’re already making quick progress.” You blinked, slowly sitting up. You weren’t exactly in pain from wounds, but your body felt like it was made of cement both inside and out.

You slowly sipped on the water as instructed.

Chopper went ahead and explained things. He explained how Usopp brought you to them and you suddenly remembered how you ended up like this. Right. “You had so much poison in your lungs and blood. I don’t know how you’re alive, honestly. And if it wasn’t for Law’s Ope-Ope fruit, I’m not sure we would’ve saved you.” You paused. Law? He was here? You didn’t say anything, still processing what the hell was going on. Your brain was playing catch up and your throat was still not exactly responding.

The tiny doctor looked you over again before nodding. “You should be just fine now. Law removed most of the poison and I was able to create an antidote to get rid of the rest of it. Sadly, it had already torn up a lot of your insides, so those just needed time to heal up.”

Finally, you spoke up. “Thank you, Doctor Chopper,” you said with a wide smile.

Then Chopper’s entire professional demeanor dropped. He started crying, throwing his arms around you. “We were so worried about you!” You jumped a little, holding him in your arms. Man, you really had a knack for making cute animals cry, huh? “Both Luffy and Law wouldn’t leave your side. Finally Sanji was able to take Luffy with him on a supply run, claiming he needed his help picking some stuff out for when you woke up. It seemed to raise his spirits a little bit. I finally kicked Law out a little bit ago. Told him he needed to shower and eat or he’d end up dying himself before you woke up.” 

You blinked. You didn’t realize you meant that much to them. You felt tears well in your own eyes and you sniffled, cuddling the reindeer. You weren’t really one to cry, but everything was kind of hitting you at once. “I’m so sorry, Chopper,” you mumbled into his fur. You really were. You were making all of these people worried about you. They were all so kind and you had no idea what you did to deserve them. You were so used to being alone for so long that you had kind of forgotten that people could care about your wellbeing. 

After both of you cried for a few minutes, you both recollected yourselves. You wiped your own tears away, wiping Chopper’s too. “Well, I’ll go and fetch Law. If I don’t, he might just kill me.” You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh and nodded. “Go get yourself something to eat too, I’ll be fine.” You smiled, waving him off. 

You were already feeling a lot better from when you first woke up. You did a mental check on yourself. You seemed to have a wound on your arm, but that was it for external damages. Everything seemed to be internal and whatever Chopper had given you was working quickly. Your cottonmouth was gone, but you still ached.

Suddenly, you heard a crash upstairs followed by heavy footsteps of someone running. Your eyes followed from where you heard the crash, across the room, downwards as they descended the stairs, and headed to you. Moments later, the door burst open, revealing a very wet looking Law. Chopper wasn’t lying, he really did force him to shower. You almost wanted to laugh, but decided now wasn’t the time.

“Uh, hi…” Your voice was hoarse. Oceans, you sounded terrible. You cleared your throat, which seemed to bring Law out of his trance. “Y/n…” He seemed absolutely astonished to see you. 

“You act like I died,” you tried to joke, but he wasn’t laughing. You squirmed under his gaze. You wished he would say some irritating comment that made you want to punch him. That was a lot easier than whatever the hell was going on right now.

“That’s because I did.” He seemed to compose himself a little, sitting in the chair next to the bed. You looked at him, confused. Before you could ask, he explained. “When the giant poisonous creature showed up, we saw you on a video feed. Then it cut out and Caesar kept saying you were dead. I thought I saw your ghost in the warehouse. And again when Usopp showed up with your limp body in his arms like a corpse, only to confirm what the fucking clown had been saying.” 

You swallowed hard, not exactly sure what to say.

He let out a long sigh, looking at you from under the brim of his hat. “I don’t know how the hell you lived with the amount of poison in your body but…” He paused, his voice softening. “I’m so glad you did…” He seemed like he was going to say more, but decided against it. He also looked like he was teetering between crying or scolding you.

You tried to scrounge up something to say, but nothing was coming out.

“What the hell happened?” You looked at him as he answered the question, trying to think of how to say it. “Well…”

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[north-blue-hearts]

Heart of Gold

CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: ptsd, trauma, depictions/implications of suicide and suicidal ideation, language, violence, blood, canonical character death, mature themes and events 18+

Chapter 9: Reason

Law sits at his desk, watching your steady breathing. He had woken up a few minutes ago and had found you asleep in the chair again. Your sleep was at least peaceful this time, and he carefully moved you into the bed before reclaiming his seat at his desk. His ears tuned into your breathing as he opened a drawer on the desk and pulled out a heart in its own container.

Vergo’s heart wasn’t beating anymore. The morning light reflected off it oddly due to the power that put it in his care in the first place.

The Coo News hadn’t a word of his betrayal, but that wasn’t unexpected. The World Government – and the Marines themselves – wouldn’t have undermined their own authority by admitting to such an infiltration. Working under Donquixote Doflamingo, a government sanctioned Warlord, was probably why Vergo wasn’t imprisoned.

The man’s death was as much a warning to Doflamingo as it was a statement to the other Warlords, and the Warlords were probably the only ones aware of the execution. Law imagined it had taken the combined might of all the other Warlords in order to keep Doflamingo from attempting to rescue Vergo in the first place.

All the man’s flaws aside, Doflamingo was recklessly loyal to his family. Especially for those that were recklessly loyal toward him.

It was a wrinkle in the original plan, but nothing that was insurmountable. At least, that was Law’s hope. There were too many things he couldn’t be sure of, and it was a risk no matter what he did. If he disappeared off the map entirely then Doflamingo would get suspicious with the timing. He probably had no idea who was on the island that had (Y/N) entombed – Vergo hadn’t had a way to contact him after running into Law.

His best option was to carry on like nothing was unusual. Law traveled, and so he would travel. There was no reason to keep an extra low profile, but he also couldn’t overtly advertise himself either. He sighs softly.

Acting natural would be a lot easier if he wasn’t trying to act natural.

“Is that a real heart?” Law barely hears the question as he nearly falls out of his chair. He steadies himself and glares at you. “Sorry.”

Your eyes find his in the morning light of the room, before you look back at the heart. “If it is a facsimile, it is unnervingly accurate.”

“… You know what my devil fruit can do.” There’s irritation in his voice, but you’re sure it has nothing to do with your question.

“I do. It was an enemy then?”

“Vergo.” He says. “He works for Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Warlords. He was pretending to be a marine without admitting his connection to Do- are you okay?”

You had sat up at the mention of the name, and your wide eyes were fixed on Law. “D-Donquixote?”

“Yeah… what’s wrong?”

“My… I mean…” You try to settle yourself, sitting upright on the bed and looking away from Law. “I just remember that family name.” You admit. “I hadn’t expected to hear it after so long.”

“… As far as I’m aware, the major families that become Celestial Dragons during the war have survived unbroken in their lineage since then.” He explains. “Most people don’t know their family names anymore though, there’s no reason to. Celestial Dragons are always surrounded by guards, slaves and grand processions when they travel, you can’t miss them.”

“That sounds…” You make a disgusted expression trying to think of the right word. “Useless.”

“It isn’t useless; there is a function to it. Impeding the path of a Celestial Dragon will get you executed. Speaking up against them, harming them, considering harming them, interfering with their tributes, generally anything other than prostrating yourself in the dirt can be seen as an act of aggression.”

You rankle, inwardly and outwardly if Law’s small smile is any indication. “Truly?”

Law nods. “Doflamingo’s family – well, his father more precisely – gave up their Celestial rights and joined the rest of us mere mortals when Doffy was a kid. We’ll keep the long story short for now, and just say that things didn’t go so well for them.”

“I… would imagine not.” You admit, and notice Law quirk an eyebrow at you. “I… I was royalty. My father fell from power for hiding my ability. Civil war, spurred on by noble factions, led to disastrous ends.” You explain, your face and tone are pained and weary and you’ve barely begun. “It was the beginning of The Fall. The catalyst that led to, well, today – your Celestial Dragons, the lost century, the prophecy… I daresay I wouldn’t be surprised to learn this One Piece is tied into it all.”

You shake your head. “I digress. War… war hurts the people more than those who cause it, and rightfully so, the people were angry. It mattered little that I was barely thirteen at the time. Mattered little that we lost while trying to defend them.” You lower your gaze in shame. “I was angry at first. Indignant. With time I learned better.”

You swallow hard, but Law doesn’t stop you or interrupt you. “Eventually, my family and I were taken in by a family in a different kingdom. We were useful, and fully aware of that fact. It didn’t matter that my kingdom had fallen, I was still of royal blood. I became friends with the daughter of that family, and became something of a socialite. I required power and support, so I had to, as Lami used to say, play the-.”

Law sucks in a sharp breath, nearly standing up from his chair. “Who?”

“L-Lami, I – I’m quite sure it’s not someone you would know, she…” You point to him. “She had your devil fruit.”

“… She was one of your friends that died.” He says it almost in relief, but something in his tone nearly breaks your heart.

“Yes. She was.” You’re both quiet for long moments until you hesitantly break the silence. “Did you… know someone with that name?”

Law nods, or so you assume, the gesture is very slight. “It was…” He takes a deep breath and puts a hand over his face. “It was my sister’s name.”

“My condolences.” You offer the words softly. “I can refrain from-.”

“No, it’s… it’s fine. I just hadn’t expected to hear that name.” He offers you a small smile. “What was your other friend’s name? You mentioned there were two.”

“Banchina,” you say with a warm smile. “She didn’t have a family name. A commoner who had been pulled into the world of nobility. She was… quietly fierce. Very bright too, she learned everything she needed to know quickly, and thrived in her position.

“Well… until everything went to hell again.” You stretch, seated on the bed. “From thirteen to twenty-two things went relatively well for me. Lami married, so did Banchina, both had loving partners and healthy families. Around the time I was twenty-three the world began to shift again.”

“The beginning of The Fall.” Law prompts, and you nod.

“I don’t know precisely what caused it, but the political field shifted over the next couple years. My benefactors were on the side of forming the Celestial Dragons. Considering my disdain for such an idea, it put me in a tight spot. Lami shared my disdain, despite being a part of… um… Of that family.” You say, swallowing hard. “Her, Banchina and I began to make plans. We’d get their families out safely and without raising suspicion, and then flee ourselves, if we could do nothing to change the course of things.”

“Sounds like a desperate time.”

“It… was. I had amassed a solid following, but most of that following was also loyal to my benefactor, and that support withered on the vine as things progressed. In the end I was provided with an ultimatum. One I imagine was the entire goal even before we had been provided protection.”

You’re both quiet for a moment and realization dawns on Law. “The marriage.”

You nod. “I was meant to… be used.” You hug yourself involuntarily, the emotion makes you uncomfortable. “As a means to manufacture funds.”

“… So you removed your emotions.”

“No emotions, no tears. No tears, no… well, anything.” You admit with a sad smile. You breathe deep and let out the breath slowly, trying to relax. “Relief from the plan itself produced the necessary gold. Lami removed my emotions, Banchina manipulated the gold. She fled with the heart.

“For a year or so, Lami and I evaded capture.” You look up at the ceiling trying not to break into tears. “I remember it all so clearly, but… I…”

Law moves closer to you, sitting down beside you on the bed. “I don’t have a handkerchief on me, but you can cry into my shirt if you need to.”

You laugh softly, the idea of a pirate captain offering his shirt like this strikes you as a little absurd. Law and his crew were certainly kind though, you had learned as much long before your emotions had been returned. Heart pirates indeed.

“I am a bit out of practice, but I can hold them back.” You say, patting his thigh a little. “Would it be too forward of me to rest my head on your shoulder?”

Law adjusts a little, moving his arm until it’s against your back, hand resting on your waist, as you set your head on his chest. The warmth and the contact are comforting. Maybe it was because they had a mink among their number, but the crew was certainly very close with one another.

“I remember the moments,” you say as the warmth helps to ease your emotions. “Clear and objectively, but it’s almost too clear. I should be scared, exhausted, or frustrated. Instead, I am often prompting Lami to continue to move, ‘we cannot stay’, ‘we cannot linger’.” Your voice shifts to something flat, almost devoid of emotion, but Law can hear the twinge of sorrow in the mockery of your own remembered emptiness.

“I could not hate it then, but I can now.” You lean into Law a little more, feeling the tears threaten your eyes again. “I could do nothing for her, or Banchina. I could not even offer comfort or support.”

Law’s hand rubs against your back in slow circles. The action is soothing, the warmth is comforting. You focus on the action, trying not to think about the memories that swirled in your mind like cruel specters.

“My apologies.” You say after a few long moments. “All I seem to be doing lately is lamenting a past that is some centuries gone.”

“Were you aware during your imprisonment?” Law asks.

You shake your head. “I remember,” you hesitate. What you remember was throwing yourself from a cliff because you preferred death to capture. “The moment before… After that I remember a voice, saying something about a completed sequence.”

Law flinches a little, but relaxes quickly. “What do you remember exactly? About what the voice said?”

“Sequence completed… um.. Proceed to step two and begin the event.” You replay the memory in your head a few times, trying to grab onto the words. “I think after that it was talking about me, saying the golden idol was stable, alive, intact.”

“It said something about releasing a notification.” Law prompts.

“Seelfloo iack ca pomhwoom.” You recite.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“It’s the king’s tongue, or was.” You explain. “Contact sent to the gods, is what it means. It usually was meant that one was in prayer, but after the fall -.”

“It probably means the Celestials.”

You nod.

“They’re… not really in any position of power though.” He states. “At least not collectively. The five Elders oversee pretty much everything, but the majority of the Celestials simply exist.”

“The likelihood that a single family maintained control of such a…” You stop, you nearly referred to yourself as a resource. “I can’t imagine anyone maintaining a secret for so long.”

“If they even maintained it.” Law suggested. “We’re assuming someone was on the other side of things to receive a notice, but if that tech hadn’t survived the centuries, then the notice could’ve ended up going nowhere. Vergo was informed by a newer alarm on the doors themselves.”

“It’s… possible. It’s not like the system was as sturdy as the poneglyphs.” You admit, trying to relax. “It would be easier to be at ease if we knew.”

Law snorts, and you hum questioningly.

“I had a similar thought earlier about a different matter.” He answers. “Different, but similar enough.”

“We are in a sticky situation, aren’t we?” You question.

Law hums in affirmation. “So far it doesn’t change anything I already had planned.” He says the words almost sharply.

Your brows knit and you lean back to look up at him. “Are you attempting to comfort me?”

Law shrugs, getting up from the bed and going over to the desk. He puts his fingers on the still heart and then looks back at you. “I only mean that we were already in opposition to the World Government. Finding you, and offering protection, hasn’t forced us into anything new.”

“You are.” You smile as Law clears his throat. “You are quite kind, captain, for a-.”

“-Pirate?” Law interrupts gruffly.

“I was going to say, ‘sleep deprived grumpy young doctor’.” You clarify evenly. “But I suppose, pirate, is sufficient.”

“I’m not…” Law growls, letting the sentence drop. He’s been grumbling at you since you startled him earlier and he’s realizing he can’t argue with your assessment. “Sleep deprived.” He says curtly.

“You are the definition of,” you stop, catching Law’s sour frown. “I mean, a picture of health, I’m sure.” You don’t hide the teasing tone from your voice as you step off the bed and walk toward the desk. Breathing in deep you let out a sigh as your smile fades.

“If anyone is going to know, it’s going to be this Doflamingo you mentioned.” You admit, placing your fingers on the still heart and letting them slide over the smooth edges of the ope ope no mi’s functions. “An unbroken family connection like that… Makes me nervous. It’s like being haunted by a dragon, only to find it’s still alive centuries later.”

“Donquixote was your benefactor, and Lami’s family then.” Law says and you nod. “Names bubbling up from the past like this makes me uncomfortable.” He grumbles, crossing his arms and regarding the research on the table. “Especially since you mentioned a seer.”

“Prophecies, and poneglyphs.” You sigh. “And me.” You shake your head. “Is the world at war?”

“Not in the strictest sense. Pirates search for the One Piece, an activity that’s illegal in and of itself. The World Government sends Marines to stop us, and there’s a Revolutionary Army that stands against the Government without concern for the One Piece.” He explains. “But their tactics are small scale. We’re not talking about a war between equal nations where resources would be a deciding factor.”

You smile sadly. “We’re on the same page then.”

“Sorry.” Law sighs and you shake your head.

“No, you’re not wrong, that was my concern.” You admit quietly. “If…” You lick your lips. “If I have less practical value, then I should be, objectively, safer.”

“Theoretically.” Law agrees.

You shrug and nod at the same time. “May I ask a difficult question?”

Law huffs, almost a snort. “We haven’t exactly been having easy conversations.”

You hum in agreement, looking down at the still heart for a moment before looking at Law and catching his gaze. “Who died for you?”

#Heart of Gold #trafalgar law #x reader #reader insert #law x reader #grandline metro au

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Until the end (Doflamingo x F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - . - Chapter 6

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When Doflamingo wants something, he gets it.

Days had passed since he found himself alone with (Y/N), the bite mark on his arm was healing, the dark red scabs a reminder of that private encounter and the girl was avoiding him more actively now apart from sending his nasty looks whenever he was too close or stared at her for too long.

Even though Doflamingo openly told her about wanting to know her better and being rejected, he went looking for answers and with Vergo in the Marine, they came to him quickly.

A folder was on his desk the morning after he contacted his undercover subordinate. The bold letter on it spelt her name: (Y/N) (L/N).

Doflamingo got himself a bottle of liquor, took off his red tinted glasses and got comfortable on the armchair, ready to discover whatever secret his little birdie was hiding from him.

First was a file with a picture of a younger (Y/N) and her personal details.

Name: (Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 26

He chuckled upon learning that she was merely two years younger than him.

Gender: Female

Blood type: (Y/Bt)

Date of Birth: (Y/DoB)

Place of birth: Pyua

«Pyua?», he repeated out loud.

The name sounded familiar, but it didn't ring any bell.

He didn't read the rest and skipped to the second page: appearance, distinguishing marks, relationships.

Family: parents deceased in Pyua's war*

The asterisk was written by hand, that didn't go unnoticed by the man.

«Would you look at that? Little birdie is an orphan», a separate paper fell out of the folder he was holding.

Picking it up he easily recognized Vergo's handwriting, an asterisk was written on the top corner, big enough to be seen. The subordinate also found information about the girl's parents and the war that broke out on the island years before; he stapled together three sheets of paper which contained the information.

Doflamingo licked his lips, excited, thankful for the meticulous man.

Forgetting about (Y/N)'s personal folder for a bit, he dived in the separate stack of paper. He stared at the pictures of the married couple, (Y/N) had the same eye colour of her mother, even though their shape was more like her father's eyes; her hair was a lighter colour than her father's, while her nose and lips were definitely like her mother's.

Her parents weren't of interest, good civilian, never got into trouble. Boring and plain in Doflamingo's opinion, so he skipped to the third sheet and found information about the war.

It wasn't anything unusual, an enemy nation that wanted to expand their domains attacked the island after their king refused to give up his throne, as he was briefly reading through the file, he took his time examining each photo and that's when his eyes caught something. It was a photo of the soldiers feasting for their victory while, in the background, dead bodies and people in chains were surrounding them; a child, probably 10 years old or so, was sitting among the prisoners.

Doflamingo took (Y/N)'s photo from her personal file and compared it with the child on the other photo.

«Bingo», he smiled.

However, there must have been something else to it.

Lots of people had been sold as slaves, but that rage that she held in her eyes was something else, not the anger from a simple slave.

His smile dropped as a memory rose to the surface, a memory of his past.

Her eyes were the same as theirs.

Those filthy commoners that tried to kill him because of his lineage.

Letting a hand cover his eyes, a laugh started to escape his lips, getting louder and louder. If she really had been a slave of the Celestial Dragons or not, it didn't matter, she was going to stay whether she liked it or not.

He had found out enough, so he called Machvise in and asked him to deliver a message to (Y/N).

The girl was playing with the children when the large man approached her.

«The Young Master wants to see you tonight, after putting the children to sleep-in», he simply told her before going back to minding his own business.

Law briefly lifted his gaze from the book he was reading at peeked at (Y/N)'s confused expression.

"What does that prick want now?", her thoughts swimming around, thinking the worst was going to happen.

The day passed by painfully quick for (Y/N), in a blink of an eye she found herself standing in the hallway after putting the children to sleep. She wasn't ready to face Doflamingo, his behaviour always confused her, she never knew what to say or do to hurt his ego like she wanted to.

Walking slowly, she made her way to his chambers, she took her time not wanting him to think she was enraptured by being called in.

She was about to knock when his voice came from the other side.

«Come in», his voice was calm.

"That's a good sign, I hope", opening the door, she stepped in the room.

«You wanted to see me?», she stood near the now closed door, not wanting to step closer to him.

Doflamingo was sitting on a couch in front of a big window that let the light of the moon in; his legs crossed, arms laying on the back of the sofa and usual smirk giving him a creepier look.

«Ah, birdie, what a pleasure», he smiled.

"I'm fucked", she thought.

«How have you been?», he was acting weird.

"Oh, I'm double fucked", she was too stunned to speak so Doflamingo took the lead.

«Please, have a seat», he offered gesturing to the other couch in front of him.

Taking cautious steps towards him, she kept her eyes on him as she sat down. She knew something was off but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt; Doflamingo chuckled assuring her that he wasn't going to bite her.

«Oh really? Last time I checked you do», rolling her eyes she was starting to regret coming.

«I found something interesting», he calmly said while opening the folder he received that morning, «I'm sure you'll find it interesting as well».

(Y/N) looked down, why was he beating around the bush like that? It wasn't like him to do so; he was usually straightforward with everything.

«What's that?», she perked up at the sight of the sheets of paper.

Doflamingo looked through some of them before closing the folder.

«Oh, just something I thought you would like», he chuckled holding it up so she could read her own name on the cover.

«How did you get it?», she gulped.

He smiled letting her question unanswered.

«I've to admit that you surprised me», he didn't let her talk, «A little girl who survived a war, became a slave then started going around and now is here».

(Y/N)'s skin turned white as a ghost, hands starting to shake.

«I told you to mind your business», voice shaky as she tried to keep calm.

Many people before, during and after her had been sold as slaves, but the shame she felt once she was free and back in her hometown made her want to hide it all under the rug. People didn't have to know about her past, it was hers, not theirs. If she didn't want to talk about it, why would they? It was hers to rewind in her mind and relive.

Memories bubbled up.

«(Y/N)...», Doflamingo voice put her back to earth.

She kept quiet, mouth too dry to get a sound out.

He was smiling.

Ba-dump

Her heart felt like it was going to explode.

«Who bought you?», he got closer.

Her gaze glued to her hands in her lap.

Ba-dump

«Did they do something to you?».

She could feel his soft breath on her skin.

His perfume was intoxicating as it filled her nose.

Ba-dump

«Don't touch me!», she tried to push him away.

Her breath was erratic.

Drops of sweat running down her face.

They were staring at each other, the light of the lamp illuminating them with a warm glow. Doflamingo was now sitting beside her as her hands were on his chest, trying to keep him distant.

«Such a pretty thing», he smirked while caressing her cheek, «I bet your buyer spent a fortune just to have you. I wouldn't blame them».

(Y/N) felt violated.

She just wanted to be left alone.

«A thing?», her hands ready to wrap themselves around his neck, «I'm not a thing anymore».

Moving as fast as she possibly could, she jumped on him. Doflamingo wasn't worried, he let her hands come in contact with his skin without letting her clutch it, his string keeping her from closing her hands.

«Let me go», a rage that had been suppressed for too long threatening to come out.

She breathed heavily.

"Show me your anger, bridie, show it to me", Doflamingo knew he was almost there.

«I bet you'd look so good with a collar around your neck», his hand meeting her skin, imagining a cold chain around it.

An unexpected reaction came from (Y/N); she chuckled as her eyes became empty, a smile on her face.

«Why don't you ask how good I looked to the Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise? Huh, Heavenly Yaksha?», she took him by surprise.

Doflamingo's smile faltered a bit as he listened to each word.

The name Mary Geoise brought back unpleasant memories and so much anger.

«Show me», his tone maniacal.

The girl wasn't moving, keeping her ferocious gaze on him. His patience was running low; the air was knocked out of (Y/N)'s lungs as he hugged her as close as possible while his hand gripped the back of her shirt.

«Is this what you wanted to hide from me?», he tugged the fabric, not ripping it yet.

«Too bad», he chuckled, «I always get what I want».

The ripping sound was much louder for (Y/N), reverberating in her ears.

Doflamingo was tracing the symbol of the Hoof of the Flying Dragon with his fingers, his touch felt so weirdly soft on her skin. He remembers seeing other World Nobles brand slaves with it when he was younger; inside his tricky mind he was thinking that such thing wasn't a coincidence, meeting her and taking her in wasn't. The universe sent Doflamingo something that was his by birth, after all the royal blood of the Celestial Dragons ran through his veins.

The only sound in the room was their steady breathing as Doflamingo stared down at the girl, her eyes closed as she let his fingers run up and down her back admiring the defined scar on it. Her lips slightly parted, wanting to say something but not being able to.

Those luscious lips that he wanted to feel so badly on his were looking so tempting in that moment, more than once was he fantasising about fucking her while he had another woman under him. She didn't know about his little fantasies, but he knew about hers; it happened a few times that he walked past her room and heard her soft moaning, he heard her calling his name once or twice which made him smirk, satisfied.

(Y/N) wasn't putting up a fight, the cat was out of the bag and Doflamingo didn't seem to treat her badly, like others did after they saw her scar. For the first time, she didn't feel ashamed.

«Are you happy now?», she asked.

«More than ever», taking her in his arms he felt a strange feeling in his chest.

It was a warm and soothing sensation.

It was a foreign sensation to Doflamingo.

He could feel (Y/N)'s heartbeat. She wasn't scared nor agitated as she was now looking at him, her cheeks dusted in pink now that she was being held almost lovingly by the man.

«Never betray me, (Y/N)», he sounded serious.

No trace of his mocking smile.

She was taken aback by that simple statement.

«I won't», staring at his lenses while their faces got closer.

«You better keep your promise», his voice almost a whisper, «It would break my heart to kill you».

Forcefully connecting their lips, he gripped her hair to keep her in place.

A shock of ecstasy ran down (Y/N)'s back, his lips on hers felt better than she imagined. She gripped his shirt as her eyes closed, enjoying that foreign form of affection.

Doflamingo felt like he reached heaven in that moment. He separated from her briefly, his tongue drawing a line from her chin to the corner of her mouth before biting her lower lip, making blood come out so he could lick it up and share its metallic taste with the girl. (Y/N) let the man do whatever he wanted, returning the kiss as she felt his tongue sneak past her lips and into her mouth.

The taste of blood and liquor made her head spin.

He was a dangerous man; she knew it well but something inside of her was telling her to stay by his side, he was different, he wasn't shaming her for being a slave to those bratty nobles.

He understood her anger and pain.

«Tomorrow, we'll cover that ugly mark of yours», he said feeling a sudden spark of anger thinking about those filthy Nobles marking her skin.

He should've been the only one to leave a mark on her, so he was going to take care of it.

(Y/N) nodded, happiness filled her heart at the thought of it. Only slaves who were marked with the Hoof of the Flying Dragon knew the pain of bearing such thing, the moment you had it on you, you weren't seen as a human anymore but only a propriety of the World Nobles.

Doflamingo kept his word.

The next day she was sitting on the chair of a tattoo artist who was carefully tracing over her scar with the black ink, the needles piercing her skin weren't bothering her, the previously burnt skin was almost completely numb to pain. The circle became the Jolly Roger of the Donquixote Family, the claws were hidden under a circular dripping pattern surrounding it; Doflamingo wanted his symbol on her while the rest was decided by (Y/N), who initially was against having the pirate's Jolly Roger tattooed on her.

«Done», the tattooist declared before applying a soothing cream and clear wrap on the tattoo.

(Y/N) got up to admire the excellent job the girl made, the only thing that gave away the fact that she had a burn scar was the darker skin tone under the logo of the Donquixote Family.

«Thank you for your service», Doflamingo said calmly before the head of the tattooist fell to the ground.

«Why would you do that?», shock was all over (Y/N)'s face as she stared at the widening pool of blood.

«You wouldn't want someone else to know you were a pet for the World Nobles, would you?», he chuckled as she shook her head.

Walking back to the headquarters, (Y/N) was jubilant to finally be able to show her back without fear of judgment. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

She would be forever grateful to Doflamingo, he freed her from a heavy burden.

«(Y/N)! You're back!», Buffalo got up and greeted her.

The girl waved at the children and walked up to them, opening her arms as they jumped on her.

«Hi kids», she greeted hugging the kids.

Law was standing back, happy enough with just saying hi.

«Wow! That's a really cool tattoo», Dellinger observed.

(Y/N) grinned joyfully at the boy and patted his head thanking him.

Rosinante who was just walking by, stopped, and was astonished by the sight of his brother's Jolly Roger on her skin. His senses telling him something was going to happen, if Doflamingo got her to tattoo his symbol on her than he must have saw something in her since he wouldn't accept just everyone into his crew; Rosinante had an urge to understand why his older brother wanted her with him.

That night, he called his superior, Sengoku, asking him if he knew about someone called (Y/N) (L/N). The marine shuffled through some documents before answering him, but from the information he received nothing was dissipating his doubts; until Sengoku arrived at the part regarding the Pyua's war and her parents dying during it, and how there was an empty span of seven years where there was no information about her, like she went missing and then got back. Rosinante wasn't dumb, he put two and two together and understood something might have happened to her, something that draw Doflamingo to her.

The undercover marine was already trying to keep children away from his unstable brother, but children were easy to scare away, an adult wasn't. Rosinante tried his best to come up with something but decided to wait for the right moment to try and make a move.

#donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote pirates #donquixote brothers #one piece doflamingo #doffy one piece #one piece #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x you #doflamingo x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

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

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 23: Family Ties

The limo pulled up to the empty lot. There had been a building here, but after the damages it sustained from two mafia families tearing through it, it had been torn down. You stepped out of the back of the limo, the gravel of missed debris from the recent demolition crunching underneath your boots.

Donquixote Doflamingo, Edward Newgate, and Trafalgar Law exited the limo after you. The weather was getting colder, but winter wasn't quite here yet. It'd been some weeks since everything had happened, and your life was finding a new rhythm.

You were now officially (Y/N) Newgate, only daughter to Edward Newgate, CEO of Grandline Automotive, Inc.

Monet, Vergo, Diamante, Marco and Thatch had perfected a turn around story for you while you were recovering, and once you were ready it had been practiced to perfection and released to the world. It sounded absolutely asinine to you from the beginning, but the media and the world had eaten it up, and Monet and the Family's network had fabricated undeniable proof to go along with it.

The short version was simple enough: You were Newgate's daughter from the start. Your then-pregnant mother - meant to become Pops' wife - had been kidnapped from the Newgate estate by Sakazuki, who was so desperately attracted to her he had done something unforgivable. Afterward you were raised by your deranged false-father until the tragedy at the Moim. It seemed most of the world thought the Moim was a convention for businesses, and that maybe only one or two had criminal connections – so admitting everything happened there wasn't going to ruin your, or Pops', public images.

Unwittingly your true blood-father saved you from being ruthlessly murdered by Sakazuki and raised you without knowing you were his daughter for the last two decades.

It was all complete hogwash, but the public and the media had eaten it up. Pops had been a father to you for so long that it was natural to act like father and daughter, and the interviews had gone as smooth as silk. The bonus from it all was that you were now legally his daughter and never had to speak of your biological father again. Pops had always made a better father anyway.

The Marines had lost face in the fallout from it all, and to add salt to the wounds, the allegations of Edward Newgate being head of a criminal organization had been shown to be false. The origin of his underworld ties had come from Sakazuki's office, and once his integrity had come into question, everything under his control had been crumbling. His absolute justice had rotted the foundation beneath him so epically that they World Government had released a statement denouncing the philosophy entirely.

"You okay, (Y/N)-ya?" Law questions as you looked around the lot.

You nod. "I remember coming here," your voice is barely a whisper. "I woke up half-way through the drive, I think." You rub your arms absently. "I got tasered for kicking up a fuss."

You step forward, putting a hand out to a wall that wasn't there anymore as memories slowly start coming back to you. Flashes of memories fill your head, pieces of the hours spent here before everyone had descended upon the safe house. Your father had already started the process of trying to break you, but you couldn't bring yourself to put it to words.

You survived it, the people around you didn't need to hear the terrible details.

Doflamingo's hand slips over yours and you realize you're trembling. He pulls you into an embrace and holds you quietly while you just shake your head, trying not to cry.

"You had signs of layered bruising," Law says after a moment. "I found at least six sets of taser burns, maybe more, but it was hard to tell from all the other wounds. Your face was swollen, and your lips were split in multiple places. The inside of your mouth was shredded from the force of the blows to your face pushing against your teeth. You had stress and hairline fractures on twenty-seven bones. Two toes were broken, and you had several dislocations in your fingers and one shoulder."

You're trembling stills, and you squeeze Doflamingo before taking a step back.

"We might not know what happened, but we saw the end result." Law explains. "You don't have to verbalize anything you don't want to, (Y/N)-ya, I just want you to know you're not going to spare anyone here. We already know."

After a few moments you started speaking. "He told me I'd been out for days, that we were thousands of miles away from any help and no one would find me. He told me to call him father. That... that was how it started. How it ended too, I never said it."

You walk around to where the back of the building had been and look into the woods beyond. You take a step but stop after a moment and stay out of the trees. You're quiet for a long time as the memories of the night play through your mind.

The details didn't matter anymore, you survived.

"I didn't know where we were when he dragged me into those woods. It didn't matter. He fell in the dark and landed bad. I got dragged down with him, but I didn't hit anything solid. He was disoriented, but I couldn't know for how long. Instead of running, I ended things.

"I was weak, but by the time he caught up with what was happening it was too late. I made sure I felt his heart stop, I didn't want to see his face looming over me ever again." You turn your back to the woods and face the three of them. "My only fear was that I'd die in those woods and none of you would know, and it hurt. It hurt to think that..."

You hold a hand out and cover your eyes with your other hand, sniffling and taking a moment to steady your voice. If anyone touches you right now, you'll lose control and won't be able to say what you want to. "Thank you, all of you, for coming out here for me."

"Oh, lass." Pops' big arms wrap around you. He's been leaning into his fatherly role lately, and it was obvious the old man was delighted for it to be official. "That's how family works."

"She's not his family yet," Law grumbles, jerking a thumb toward Doflamingo.

"She's not your family at all." Your boyfriend shoots back.

You and Law laugh at the same time, and even Pops' starts chuckling. "Let me tell him, let me!" You manage to gasp before anyone can say anything.

The look on Doflamingo's face was not amused at all, "If he's your brother -."

You put your hands up and shake your head. "No, n-... er... well, yeah, I guess legally we are now."

"You're my aunt, technically." Law corrects.

"Ah, right! Pops' had a son, and he married Law's mom and ta-da," you gesture to Law.

"Your last name isn't-." Doflamingo starts, but stops, realizing he might be wandering into uncomfortable territory.

"Newgate was a heavy name, and my son had no interest in the family business." Pops explains easily, still hugging you lightly as he speaks. "He changed his name when he was 16, and then took his wife's name when they married."

"I grew up knowing about Grandpa, but it wasn't until college when I met (Y/N) that I ended up coming to Grandline city to visit and met him face to face." Law explains further. "After that I decided to open my clinic here."

Doflamingo's expression was neutral, but you could tell he wasn't terribly thrilled about the revelation. You pat his arm reassuringly and smile. "It's cold, let's go back."

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A month after your walk around the lot with Doflamingo, Law and Pops, you were putting the finishing touches on your Christmas outfit. You'd moved in with Doflamingo and were adjusting to your new life. You were even willing to consider quitting your jobs and becoming an official member of The Family, but you'd requested to have until after the holidays to make that decision.

Changing your routine in the middle of what would probably be a string of happy celebrations, between your adoption to Newgate and the survival the last year's insanity, seemed like a little too much to do all at once.

There was a soft knock at the door, "Come in!" You call out, slipping your heels on and turning toward the door.

Doflamingo steps inside, a crisp white suit with a Christmas red tie, and blood-red almost black shoes. A color reversal of your own Christmas red dress with white accents. He did like to show you off while also showing that you were his - matching without matching exactly. You twirl for him before he could ask and smile.

"Are you ready to go, my love?" He questions a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Mm, I am. We have some time still, don't we?" You step closer, letting him hug you loosely.

"We do, but I have something to show you before we head out. Will you indulge me?"

"Much as I can, I shall." You reply as he kisses your forehead gently before leading you out of the room.

The Donquixote Family estate was done up in tasteful Christmas decorations, and had been for the last couple of weeks. A surprising number of family members enjoyed the holiday, and you'd seen Monet and Vergo wearing Christmas hats since November. Sugar and Dellinger were obvious fans, and Machvise was baking so much you were worried the local flour prices would spike because of it. Gladius was another surprise when it came to Christmas, you'd caught him with bits of tape and wrapping paper stuck to him and had eventually helped him wrap a ton of gifts. He didn't quite have the talent for it.

Doflamingo took his jacket off and put it around your shoulders before leading you out into the back garden, to the well-cared for Wisteria tree. There were no blooms, but lights had been threaded artfully through the branches and vines, and paper-blooms decorated it, creating a convincing illusion that they tree itself was still full of life. You remembered the first time you came to this tree, after having spoken with Monet, and it had quickly become one of your favorite places in the estate. Even without the blooms, there was just something calming about being near the tree.

There was a quiet moment as the two of you enjoyed the peace of the area.

"It's beautiful." You murmur.

"It's the first year we've tried something like this, I'm glad you like it." He replies. His glasses were tucked into the front pocket of his shirt, and he was smiling down at you.

"You all did this for me?" You question, caught a bit off-guard.

"It was a family effort," He assures you as you turn back toward the beauty of the tree, appreciating the effort a little more than you had earlier.

"But this," He states quietly, and you turn toward him in time to see him kneel next to you. "Is entirely for my benefit."

The small box comes from his pocket and your heart skips a beat.

"You needn't become a member of The Family," He explains, "but I would love for you to become a member of my family. To stand beside me as an equal in this life. To lean on me and allow me to lean on you, as we already have in the past. (Y/N), I love you in ways I didn't even know existed, will you marry me?"

Your hands are up to your face, and you nod silently, trying your best to not cry just before going over to your father's place for the party.

A mischievous smile curls his lips, and he reaches out for your hand. "Let me hear you say it, my love."

"Yes!" You gasp, stepping forward and hugging him. "I'll marry you, Trouble!" It's a little unfair how easy it is to hug him even while he's on a knee like this. You lean back and he slips the ring on your finger, kissing the top of your hand before pulling you into a proper kiss.

Leaning back, you kiss him one more time before smiling into his eyes and running your fingers through his hair. "You might not survive this party," you muse.

"I've already spoken to your father," he replies.

"Mm, but I have five brothers now, and a protective nephew." You tease, causing him to roll his eyes. "My friends are going to be there too, and you'll be on your own."

"I have survived far worse than your friends and family, my love." He stands up, tilting your chin up and stealing another kiss. "And I won't be on my own – you said yes."

You feel the heat rush through you so swiftly that you aren't sure you need his jacket to keep warm. The party was going to feel terribly long, but there was more than just a flimsy promise of thanks, or a passionate desire of interest between you two.

You had family ties in this city now, in more ways than one.

~Fin

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[littlesniggy]

Your Worth Part Two

Part two of my new fit and it's gotten dark rather quickly. Just a heads up that it's NOT for people who are sensitive to topics like abuse.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, humiliation, abuse, dub-con, human trafficking, Yakuza AU

Characters: Borsalino x female reader (in front of Sakazuki)

Word count: 2.4k

Part One

You felt nauseous. Both men were looking at you, their eyes not wavering one bit. You wanted to disappear, to become one with the chair and have them forget you but no matter how much you tried it didn’t happen; you were still sitting in front of two Yakuza. “Are you deaf? Do as you’re told!” Vergo reprimanded you harshly, your whole body flinching at his words.

Your body cramped when your libs slowly started to move on their own; your mind screaming at you to not do it and defy them but it was beyond your control. Freight clung to you like a second skin, cold sweat cooling your skin that felt like it was burning with embarrassment and shame.

Your damp hands pulled down the zipper of your jacket, clumsily letting it fall to the floor. It took you while to pull the shirt over your head, your whole body shaking in fear. You kept your eyes low, not looking at the two men in front of you. The red bra you were wearing complimented you breasts but right now you wished you had chosen the one with small kittens on it. Maybe it would’ve changed their mind of some reason if they saw you with ‘childish’ underwear. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

You didn’t realize that you stopped moving until there was an annoyed clearing of a throat. The tears blurred your vision when you opened the button of your pants, small teardrops falling to the wooden floor, disappearing from your sight.

The thick fabric of your jeans felt alien against your skin; it scratched your skin when you pulled them down. Every fiber of your body was reluctant to step out of the pants but you did, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear and socks. You instinctively covered your chest with your arms, eyes looking somewhere on the ground. Their gazes left cold trails all over your body and you felt dirty and used just by their looks.

“Go get Borsalino. He needs to assess her worth and if he can use her.” The bosses deep voice cut through the air like a sword. You felt cold. Your body was trembling in fear at what or who was about to come and you didn’t want to find out but there was nothing you could do. Vergo simply nodded before he walked past you and out the room, leaving you alone with the Yakuza boss.

You heard the sound of a pen scratching over paper but you didn’t dare to look up. Maybe he would forget about you….

“Turn around.” He simply demanded. A quiet whimper left your mouth but you obliged, moving like a robot without any grace. You felt his eyes skim your backside, imagining how his eyes lingered on your butt for longer than necessary. You wanted to puke but you swallowed it down, the fear of the consequences weighing heavier than your current situation.

“Get naked.” His words sounded like they were wrapped in cotton; far away and not directed at your but your body understood that you wouldn’t get out of this. “Please….” You sobbed, looking at him over your shoulder, your eyes red and swollen, your lip quivering, your last hope being that he could change his mind. This wasn’t the case.

“We can do this the easy or the hard way.” The Yakuza informed you, letting your mind wander as to what ‘the hard way’ could possibly be. Scenes ranging from him undressing you to him shooting you scared you so much that your hands reached behind you, opening the bra shakily, letting it fall to the floor. Your sobs were louder than before; there was no way for you to hold them back anymore. Desperation and hopelessness clouded your mind, your life already flashing before your inner eye.

When your panties slid down your legs and eventually pooled around your ankles you were full on crying, your back shaking with every breath you took. He felt no mercy.

“Turn around.” He demanded, his voice like a spell, robbing you of your own free will. Your hand was firmly pressed over your most private part, your other arm shielding your breasts from his eyes. The man was not amused. “Put your arms down. Or I’ll help you.” He threatened. Something broke inside of you and you shook your head frantically, reaching down for your panties to pull them back up, grabbing your bra in the process as well before searching for the rest of your clothes.

“No! Please, leave me alone!” you half yelled, half pleaded with him, your face a single mess. You could make out his head cocking to the side but you couldn’t see his expression. Was he mad? Was he amused? Was he irritated? Was he furious? You didn’t know but you didn’t care. Your hands tried to find the rest of your clothes on the floor. The tears took your vision, blurring everything and making it hard to find them.

“Oh? What a delightful view.” You froze in place. You didn’t know this voice coming from behind you but you could only imagine the sight that was greeting this person; you, on your knees, your butt – even though it was clothed again – facing the door. Through your tears you could make out a yellow suit, worn by an equally tall man like the boss. Borsalino, it shot through your head. He was here to ‘assess’ you.

“Took you long enough, Borsalino!” the boss growled at the other man, the tension between them almost unbearable. “Calm down, Sakazuki. You can be glad I was still around…” Borsalino drawled, slowly striding towards you, his hands buried inside his pockets. “You could tell me who this little beauty is.” His focus was entirely on you when he crouched down next to you, arms casually resting on his thighs.

You looked up at the man, fear plastered all across your face. This was no good. You should get up and run away, far, far away from here and never look back. This man – even though he was smiling at you nicely – was no good news. He was dangerous. But you couldn’t find your clothes, you couldn’t move and you couldn’t run away, even if you forced yourself to. You were trapped, like a mouse in front of a cat with the back against the wall.

“You have some very nice-looking breasts, dear.” You heard him comment and you blushed at his words. What? His eyes were inspecting them as if he was looking at a painting, trying to figure out the deeper meaning behind it. “Hm, and judging by the shape they’re real as well. Very, very appealing I must say.” He mused, the smile never leaving his face.

“Would you kindly stand up for me, dear? I need to take a closer look at you.” He inquired, holding out a hand for you to take to help you get up. “Please…let me go….” You whispered, looking at him pleadingly. Maybe he was more reasonable than the boss? But he didn’t waver, his hand still in place for your to take.

Defeated and with new tears running down your face, you let go of the clothes you’ve already gathered and took his hand instead, letting him help you up. “That’s a good girl.” He praised, your hand still resting in his. His palm was warm and smooth, nothing what you had expected. His thumb slowly brushed against the top of your hand, trying to soothe you.

From your hand, he let his glide up your arm until it was lying on your shoulder. You looked up at him, the hot tears dripping from your chin onto your chest. The Yakuza pouted at the sight, his other hand catching a tear on his finger and shaking his head. “Relax.” He simply stated, not helping you to calm down whatsoever.

You watched his eyes slowly move from your face down over your body, inspecting you breasts first with his eyes, then with his hand. The hand on your shoulder remained, holding you in place simply with the weight of it. A whimper left your body at the touch of his warm hand, gently kneading the soft tissues.

“Very nice indeed.” He praised again, slowly making you turn around. You were suddenly faced with the other man in the room who was sitting back relaxed in his chair, watching the two of you ‘have fun’. You tried to back up but bumped into the other man who wouldn’t budge one bit.

“Don’t be shy, dear. The boss is the one deciding what to do with you in the end after all, so it’s only natural that he needs to see what he’s investing into, right?” Borsalino explained matter-of-factly, fueling the desperation inside of you only more.

You felt both his hands roam down your chest before his hands cupped them, squeezing them slightly, making you gasp. “She’s gonna be really popular when it comes to pleasing men with her breasts – a little bit bigger than average and just a perfect match for a penis.” One hand slid between your tits and moved up and down, showing the boss your advantages. You felt like a horse ready to be sold to the highest bidder; the longer it went on the dirtier it felt.

Defeated, you looked down, not paying Sakazuki’s reaction any mind. You didn’t want to know if he was pleased or not, your mind accepting the fact what would happen to you eventually. If not today, then another day. You were completely at their mercy.

Borsalino gently pushed you forward towards the massive desk, your legs obeying the man behind you without any condition. As gently as he had pushed you forward, with the same gentleness did he push your upper body down until you were lying on the surface, your breasts squeezing against the wood.

A quick look up told you that the bosses’ eyes were on your face, waiting closely for your reaction. “Now, let us check what I’ve been summoned to do in the first place.” Borsalino purred. His one hand moved up to your head, grabbing a fist full and pulling it back, making you look at Sakazuki directly. You whined at the pain, your eyes trying to look anywhere else but you didn’t dare to.

With horror, you felt the other hand move to the waistband of your panties before pulling them down mid-thigh, exposing your sex to the man behind you.

“No…..I’m begging you. Please don’t do this!” you whispered, pressing your thighs together tightly, hoping he’d lose interest. You heard an audible wet pop when he wet his fingers, leaving a warm trail against your skin.

“Open up, dear. I promise I’ll be gentle.” You heard him say, his finger pressing against your entrance. You struggled in your grip but it was to no avail. You tried to turn around and look at him but his hand was like a vice claw, not giving you and room to move, having to look at the other man in front of him.

A painful moan came out of your throat when his fingers pushed past your entrance, the foreign feeling uncomfortable inside of you. Your hands clawed at the edge of the desk, leaving scratches on the surface. “Stop….please!” you pressed through gritted teeth, cramping harder the deeper his finger pressed.

“Stop moving so much, dear. I don’t wanna break something that is supposed to still be there.” He reprimanded you lazily. The pain and humiliation was too much and you completely broke down crying; your body was shaking, hot tears running down your face, wet snot running down your nose. You didn’t care.

“Ah, here it is!” Borsalino exclaimed delighted, pulling out his finger and letting go of your hair. Your head fell down onto the desk and you didn’t move. You were just crying.

A warm hand patted your hair but you ignored it.

“I’d say she’d make a decent amount of money but the fact that she’ll probably be crying the whole time won’t be too thrilling for everyone. I might know a few people who’d be interested but the question is if you want to keep her for longer….” Borsalino stated thoughtfully, his hand moving to your neck and gently caressing your skin.

“How much would they be willing to pay? The crying is a nuisance but if she can get me 3.6 million yen that’d be a start.” The boss replied, his eyes on you while he spoke. Just because you had a nice body didn’t mean it’d be easy to sell you. Most people he used for his business had at least some experience in the industry and knew how to behave. It was always a little bit more difficult with ‘newbies’ but not impossible. Borsalino was an expert in this field after all.

“Hm….hard to say. She’d have to be trained before we can offer her to anyone. The people I know who’d take her like this wouldn’t pay as much and probably wouldn’t give her back in a condition we could use her afterwards.” Borsalino chuckled at the thought, his hand moving further down your back.

“She could work as a maid before we let her pay back the money. What do you say, boss?” Borsalino suggested, looking at the other man behind the desk. Sakazuki huffed in annoyance that he wouldn’t be able to get his money back faster but he was smart enough to know that his right-hand-man spoke the truth.

“Two weeks. You’ve got until then to teach her. Bring her here by the end of the two weeks and I’ll assess your work. If she’s a lost cause I will either sell her and take the loss or find another way. Until then, don’t bother me with small shit like this. I have a business to run. Can’t believe Vergo came to me in the first place instead to you. If he does this again I will rip him a new one.” He growled, pushing the chair back and standing up.

“Get her away from me. I don’t want to deal with vermin like her. Makes me want to kill her.”

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[holykillercake]

Hazy Justice - Chapter 01

02 03

Cop!Smoker x Military Doctor!Reader

word count: 2k

summary: After eight years serving your country in a war, you returned to your hometown as the new head of Trauma Surgery in one of the best hospitals in the country. You were expecting a calmer life now, but suddenly you see yourself choosing between your brain and your heart, light and dark, justice and evil.

notes: This is a new multipart fic I´m working on! Hope you guys like it!

𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤!

It felt good to be home. After all of those years serving on hostile grounds, it felt good to be back in your beloved hometown, Lucky Bay. The name comes after the city's borderline that contoured a lucky clover shape. It wasn't a perfect drawing but it worked to give it some meaning, after all, people from all over would move there to try a better life.

Eight years have passed since you left to serve your country's ally in war as a Military Doctor, now that it was over not only you'd receive a Medal of Honor but also an incredible job offer as the new head of Trauma Surgery in one of the greatest hospitals of the country, the Hiruluk Institute of Medicine and Scientific Research.

The timing couldn't be more perfect and also the circumstances; they gave you a top floor apartment in one the best districts of the city, they borrowed you a car and they had beautiful scrubs ready for you to slip in and work. After eight years of experiencing nothing but pain and agony, you deserved to be spoiled a little.

And it wasn't like you were alone, you had an older brother and a friend who could keep you company and update you on the changes. Your brother was a businessman, owner of hotel chains, casinos, and luxury restaurants. Your friend, Tashigi-chan, was actually the sister of a late comrade, you kept in contact with her after he passed and you became friends eventually. You heard she joined the Police Task Force.

¨Tashigi-chan!¨ you smiled from ear to ear and waved your hand.

¨Y/N-san, I'm not a kid anymore you can call me just Tashigi...¨ her cheeks blushed and you pulled her to a tight bear hug.

¨You keep calling me Y/N-san! I'm not that old!¨

¨Of course! This is not what I mean, Y/N-san!¨ her eyes widened ¨Y/N. Y/N-san!¨

You were amused with her clumsy way, you knew she'd never stop calling you by ¨san¨ mostly because of the respect people had towards militaries.

¨So you'd feel better if I called you Tashigi-san?¨ her eyes almost fell out of their sockets, probably thinking she wasn't worthy of such respect.

When you came to an agreement that you would call her just ¨Tashigi¨ she led the way to one of her favorite bakeries so you could gossip.

¨How's the job?¨ you asked, mouth filled with pastries.

¨It's good, it's difficult to get them to see me as equal sometimes. Not my boss, though, he sees me as any other of his men.¨

¨Vergo's still working at the Police Task Force?¨

¨No! I mean, he is but, they added another Commander for special cases, Smoker-san.¨ you tried to remember any rookie by the name of Smoker, but failed greatly. Either you're memory from eight years ago is not as fresh as you thought or you never met him.

¨I hope I get to meet him one day, it's always good to know we have competent men on the field.¨

¨Uhm, he is! He's the best at what he does.¨ she sipped her coffee ¨But, anyway, where are you staying, Y/N-san?¨

¨Oh, it's a lovely place, once it's settled you have to come by! It's a building called Drum Tower, close to the Hiruluk hospital.¨ she seemed a little surprised.

¨Drum Tower? At Grand Avenue 1746?¨

¨Hum...yeah. How do you know?¨

¨That's where Smoker-san lives.¨

~

¨So, what do you think? How was your first night call shift?¨ the head of General Surgery, Dr. Marco, asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

¨Oh, thanks!¨ you took a sip ¨Easy peasy, actually, not a lot of trauma and the residents seem pretty adequate. ¨

¨You shouldn't say things like that, Y/N-ya.¨ Dr. Law, head of Cardiothoracic Surgery, said when he entered the break room. He took off his white with dark spots surgery cap and poured himself a cup of coffee.

¨Didn't know you were superstitious, Dr. Trafalgar.¨ you played with him.

¨Not superstitious, Y/N-ya, carefulstitious.¨ he somehow managed to say this with a straight face and you chuckled, shocked to see him making jokes, not great jokes, but jokes nonetheless.

¨This is not good, you said that there's not a lot of trauma and you just made a joke. Something really bad will happen, I can feel it coming.¨ the blonde rubbed his temples.

¨Well, whatever it is I'm leaving for you guys. My shift ends in seven minutes and I am going ho-¨ you were ruthlessly interrupted by all of your pagers beeping non-stop. You looked at each other, skeptic.

You gathered with the other attendings and staff on the Emergency Department where the Chief of Surgery, Dr. Kureha, was delegating duties and recapping some protocols.

¨...mass casualty and our Trauma One Center's been asked to respond. We don't have enough information about the accident, but I'll keep you posted. Dr. Y/L/N, you'll be conducting and leading a triage team on the field and Dr. Marco will be in charge of assigning the incoming wounded, the Isshi-20 will be at your disposal. Minor injuries will be redirected to Dr. Muret at the clinic. Dr. Trafalgar, I want you for Rapid Response, you'll have Tony to assist you if needed. ¨

¨My unit can handle it, Dr. Kureha.¨ he was calm, showing no sign of concern. The old woman just gave him a nod.

¨The other attendings will help take care of the injured. We're gonna need all hands on deck. Come on, people!¨

The Emergency Department became a mess of doctors running around, opening as many beds as they could, getting new charts ready, and waiting for the first wave from the scene to arrive.

¨...trays, intubation carts, and central line kits.¨ you heard Dr. Marco tell his team. He looked nothing like he was in the break room, no lazy eyes and no jokes.

You decided to give your crew a pep talk while the ambulance was on its way to get you.

¨Do you all have your kits?¨ your team nodded ¨Hold them on your laps in the ambulance, IDs outside your jackets, and don't disturb the rescue team. I won't hold your hands once we get there, so I expect each and every one of you to have your shit together. Those people will be in pain and fear so we don't get to freak out. I don't know what kind of scene we'll find in there, but I'll make sure the person who chickens out doesn't see the inside of an OR for 3 months. Was I clear? ¨

You too became a different person and maybe tougher than you had to, but they needed to be prepared for the worst of these triage calls. Especially because you had among your residents future Military Doctors and on a battlefield, you can't expect someone to cover for you if you fail. Comrades die and you might get killed.

¨How long until we arrive?¨ you asked the driver.

¨Three minutes.¨ he let you know that the accident happened on a district across town, that was the reason of the relatively long trip. 

The city was divided into five different districts, all equally wealthy but for different reasons.

 At eight o'clock were the Light District, the district of extravagance, fine pleasure, and splendidness with all of the daintiest restaurants, opulent hotels, and luxurious casinos. That's where your brother held his businesses.

At ten o'clock lived loudly and full of nostalgia the Shadow District, home of pubs, clubs, and eclectic bars. The sanctuary for gangs and teenage rebels with their bright hair colors and flashy clothes.

Moving on to twelve o'clock you'd find the Commercial District, a place for fun and joy with the libraries, museums, martial art dojos, and paintball arenas. Anything and any service could be found in there.

At two o'clock was your current home, the Justice District, it was also a lively one with the hospital, the base unit of the Police Task Force, and courts. Besides these busy spots, you had the majority of policemen, judges, and doctors living in there.

Last but not least, the Noble District, a place where not everyone could just walk into. It was mostly residential, all houses were named mansions like the Polar Mansion, where your coworker Dr. Trafalgar lives, and the Blue Whale Mansion, where Dr. Marco's family lives.

All of these divisions were connected in the center of the city by the Lucky Lake, a romantic point where dreamful hearts would throw their coins and make wishes. The districts were connected, altogether with some other important points, by a subway line. The only exceptions were the Light and the Noble Districts where the subway line would only take people to their entrances. People who could afford the Light District wouldn't take the subway and you needed identification to enter the Noble District.

The accident occurred across the town, at the Sora, Warrior of the Sea Theme Park, between the Light District and the Shadow District. The place didn't exist when you lived there eight years ago and it was a shame that that's how you'd get to know it.

¨Alright,¨ you noticed the ambulance stopping and sirens wailing around you. ¨we're here. Remember my words. I'm not gonna have my eyes on you the entire time, so if you need help come to me or someone else, just don't stop, ok?¨

They agreed and you opened the back door, letting not only the light come in but also the sight of chaos.

Police tapes were closing different perimeters, paramedics had already started the triage process separating the life-threatening injuries from the non-life-threatening ones.

It looked like a calamity had passed by, the long and large path of wrecked asphalt ended inside of a burning store, together with what you thought was a roller coaster cart.

The fire team was occupied trying to shut down the fire and rescue people who were trapped in. You suspected you would not have as many problems as you thought, giving that the majority of rescuers carried lifeless bodies. In any way, you were ready to save lives and bring people back from the gates of heaven. You wouldn´t let them go that easily, not on your watch. 

You gave your team final instructions and rushed into the ocean of paramedics, policemen, and wounded victims.

~

When was the last time that I slept? you asked yourself while chugging an energy drink. You didn't love the taste but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You rolled your head making some bones pop and your shoulders stiffen. Your legs were swollen, your mind was foggy and you could feel a bit dehydrated, nothing you weren't used to, but it didn't mean you enjoyed it.

¨Heading home?¨ Marco tossed his white coat in his locker.

¨Yeah. You?¨ he nodded.

The break room became silent while you collected your things, both too tired to cheat chat. It was about two in the morning and you had received permission to go home since the situation was taken care of.

¨Y/N.¨ you turned to the blonde who stood at the door with his eyes lazier than usual ¨Welcome to our hospital.¨

Despite the exhaustion, you couldn't help but smile.

~

¨Hold the elevator!¨ you screamed before the door closed and jumped in ¨Thanks.¨

The man hummed ¨Floor?¨

¨Oh, it's pressed already, thanks.¨

He just hummed again, just like you he'd had a long day and didn't notice anything peculiar with your statement.

When the door opened the two of you left and walked down the hallway alongside each other, without even realizing. It was just when you put the key in the porthole that the information got processed.

He also had the same reaction, turning around surprised - although his ¨surprise¨ look was more grumpy.

¨You//You!¨ you spoke in unison.

¨Yes, me! Nice to meet you!¨ you gave him your hand to shake.

¨Yeah, you too. Uhm, thanks for the cigars, by the way. And welcome to the building.¨

As a Good Neighborhood Policy gift, you had given him a box of cigars. The doorman had told you about his addition when you asked what kind of person he was. The hope was to give it to him in person, but he seemed to be never at home, so you just left it at his door.

¨Yeah, thanks!¨ a moment of silence ¨Yeah, goodnight, then. It was a pleasure.¨

¨Goodnight.¨ he smiled shortly before entering his place, you did the same.

Crouching down by the door while you debated with your own mind whether you'd take a shower or sleep on the couch, your eyes shut and you fell unconscious.

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