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Doflamingoâs Marine (Still active, I promise! Just slow đ , last updated June 2025)
Wine
The Gift
Blood and Feathers - Rosinante x Reader x Doffy
Please Donât Leave Me
Anniversary
Worst Birthday (Part 1)
Worst Birthday (Part 2)
Their Favorite Parts - multiple character x Reader
Iâm a she/her in her thirties living in the U.S. I work a lot, on top of having a family and pets. But Iâve loved writing short stories ever since I was little. Iâll never be at a professional level, but itâs a hobby I enjoy and am happy to share and indulge in.
I wrote less and less after becoming a wife/parent though, eventually stopping all together. That was pretty depressing. But I feel like I have a better hold (sometimes) on the balancing act of serious adult life versus the fun creative stuff now.
So Iâd like to keep trying to make content and contribute to the awesome One Piece fandom that inspired me to start writing again.
So Hazbin Hotel would not get the heck out of my algorithms. Itâs not that I had anything against it at all, I just did NOT have time to like anyone else. My brain is full! We are at max capacity!
But I saw how few episodes it was. I mean, Iâm used to One Piece. So clearing the two seasons of Hazbin was like one weekend, and that wasnât even really trying hard.
But now I have the problem I feared most. I HAVE BEEN GRANTED ANOTHER BLOND ODDLY SEXY HEAVENLY DEMON/YET ENTIRELY GOOFY/SCARY WHEN HE WANTS TO BE/BIRD BOY KING TO TAKE CARE OF. WTF. WHYYYY. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW MY TYPE??? đđđđ
And the internet has greatly disappointed me that I canât find a single fanart of Doflamingo cosplaying as Lucifer. Only Doflamingo as Valentino. Which I understand personality wise, but still. I want Doflamingo in Luciferâs white suit as the âđ¶motherf*ckin king of hell! đ¶â
Synopsis: You are Doflamingoâs wife, and your birthday was nearing soon. But so were omens of the end. Everything seemed to be closing in, culminating in the realization of your worst fears on your actual birthday.
Warnings: toxic relationship, abusive relationship, sex, angst, serious injury, Reader is a mythical zoan fruit user, Reader and Doffy have a young daughter, but Doffy still wanted more kids
Authorâs Notes: This is just a oneshot, though was posted in two parts due to length. Readerâs devil fruit in this is an amalgamation of different harpy/bird/siren folklores (Alkonost/Alcyone/Sirin, etc.). But with a little bird divination/ornithomancy inspiration thrown in as well.Â
As usual, probably still some typos and additional editing needed that Iâll fix later. Most recent version will always be on the masterlist. But itâd been in drafts long enough! đ
And now, just too few hours after his final words to Vergo and Monet, he was being forced to make a potentially permanent decision about you as well.
All because something had gone wrong between his past and his present.
Badly wrong.
âDoffyâŠâ Your voice was hoarse, your eyes still shining with those consistent tears.
And he just squeezed harder to that sorry sound.
Here was a husband and wife in the midst of dealing with tragedy in their own distinct ways.
Doflamingoâs large hand was now obscuring your entire neck, his palm pressing carelessly against the seastone collar you still wore while his fingers tightened above it.
But he didnât mind the numbness that even that small touch of the seastone to his skin instilled all the way up his arm.
He wanted to be numb.
He wanted to let the pain escape.
âYouâll stay here in the dungeons until I decide your full punishment. Youâll have no contact with anyone else.â He spoke with finality into that stale air.Â
He couldnât trust you right now, when he had needed your loyalty the most.
You had tried to leave him.Â
A crime in and of itself that should have warranted the fullest severity of his anger.
But the longer he had sat here, leaned over your smaller form alone in the lantern light, that sense of foreign unease had only grown, burning deeper inside of him.
You were a burden of his own choosing after all.
One already fully under his skin.
So what was he to really do?
He tilted your head forcefully back.
His stomach was tight. His head still throbbing as he hunched his spine further down, letting his lips graze over yours.
As if he were about to beg you with his body.
âBut that being saidâŠat least still tell me goodnight, love. Let me move on to plan for whatâs to come.â The Heavenly Demon insisted to you.
Because he didnât hate you.
And that was why it hurt.
It hurt something that he couldnât name when your soft hand had finally stroked down the side of his face in tenderness despite your chains. It hurt when his tongue had slipped shamelessly into your opening mouth while his grip did at last loosen from your throat.
His family was fracturing.
And everyone would pay for making him have to live through it all over again.
âââââââââ
Today was your birthday.
And for it, you awoke alone on cold stone with bruises deepened around your wrists, ankles, and throat. Everywhere where the restraints still held and pinched against your skin was now marked.Â
Servants who were not allowed to speak or make eye contact with you, had left you only the most bare minimum of food and a pitcher of water from the kitchen on a tray on the ground.
There was the added humiliation of a chamber pot placed off to the side of that tray as well, for any other undeniable needs which could come later.
And your light to see any of it at all was just a single oil lantern they had also left here in the absence of any sun. That lantern was identical to the one your husband had carried with him as heâd left you in complete darkness last night after his tense goodbye.
He couldnât have forgotten how restless that made you in the longterm. Even in your and his shared bed chambers, you often opened the curtains at night.Â
You wanted the stars, the moon, anything to remind you that the sky was still there. To lie to yourself that you werenât as trapped as you felt.
But here, he was making you submit again. He was trying to have you see him as your only way out.Â
No one else would speak to you.
No one would touch or comfort you.
Doflamingo had locked his disobedient doll back into the toy box, while he deliberated how next to stamp out her inexplicable moments of freewill.
âââââââââ
Doflamingo was a liar.
He had lied about everything.
And that should have been no surprise in the end. But even Law hadnât fathomed how high the demonâs influence could really reach.
It turned out that those blood soaked strings ran all the way from Mariejois to the underworld and back.
Everyone danced on them like flies for a spider.
But Law never would have set foot on even Punk Hazard if he wasnât prepared to give it all. He knew what he had done, and the consequences of it.
So being shot and beaten, cuffed with seastone, forced into the heart seat, and interrogated here in the Hall of Suits wasnât what unnerved him.
Because dying would have been easy now, as long as he might know that Doflamingoâs whole empire would be following into ashes soon after. As long as the Straw Hats still had their chance to deal the final blow.
But Doflamingo perceived Lawâs acceptance of the end too. And he adjusted so quickly, always knowing how to tailor his cruelty in all the worst ways.
And it worked.
Lawâs eyes had widened, hearing that whimpering before he could even see her.
âNow, now, sweetheart. We have company. And cowardice isnât befitting of a Donquixote. Iâve told you that.âÂ
That specific, condescendingly affectionate tone was also one that Law remembered well.
âHowâs the reading been going, Law?
At least you take to all this anatomy text better than you have to Lao Gâs lessons thus far. Thatâs been a real struggle for you, hasnât it? FufufuâŠâ
Doflamingo could act familiar with someone. He could sound like he almost cared, but somehow it was always still that little bit off. With a smirk and an undertone to remind you that all closeness with him was performative in the end.
That you were still less than.
That everyone always would be.
âDaddyâŠplease.â And she was so small. Even more so in comparison to her fatherâs long arm, now folded to trap her against his chest. The little girl was trying to bury her face against the pink feathers draped over his shoulders, trying to hide in them.
But Doflamingo wouldnât allow it.
Lawâs teeth grit, a deeper instinct heâd thought heâd long since lost rising up as he watched Doflamingo forcibly turn that childâs tear stained face.
She was even younger than his sister Lami had been when sheâŠ
âWhat are you trying to prove!?â Law snapped, getting his second wind and falling hard for that emotional bait.
It didnât matter then if it was exactly what Doflamingo wanted him to do.
It was too much, too far.
âSheâs your damn kid! Why even bring her here!? She doesnât need to see this!â Law kept on, his voice loud and forceful despite his wounds.
The little girl flinched at the outburst, just as her fatherâs smile grew wider.
âOh, but she does need to see it, Law.â Doflamingo was coming closer to the heart seat then, no visible care at all for how much more that added proximity distressed his daughter. âJust because I named her this out of sentimentâŠdoesnât mean I want that past actually repeated. No, Iâd say her purpose is more a revision if anything. So she needs to see the consequences of those who stray from this family. Then perhaps she wonât choose to fail me just like you and her uncle have.â
Law had never felt such murderous venom course through him in the way that every additional word from Doflamingo now inspired.
But a string pulled taut around his throat from just one little flick of that monsterâs fingers, choking Law in that moment.
He was yanked by the neck, for the back of his head to hit flush against the heart seat with an audible crack. To essentially lock Law into place while Doflamingo made that girl get down and stand on her own two feet before him.
âLittle bird, this is your big brother Law. He and his pirate alliance destroyed Punk Hazard, and then came here to do the same to us. Heâs the reason why we couldnât celebrate your motherâs birthday today. So introduce yourself properly before he has to leave.â
Her bangs were hanging in her tear reddened eyes. She tried to reach for her father again and he only took a step back, reinforcing that he would not console her until she obeyed.
Law could see the way her hands lowered at that rejection, the confusion and fear only growing for her.
Doflamingo wasnât being her father right now. He was being her master.
âI said introduce yourself to him. Tell him your name. Remember, youâre speaking only to an ant. Heâs forfeited any respect or status Iâd once allowed him. Thereâs no point of all this crying.â
The string had relaxed slightly, enough that Law could breathe again, to stay conscious to watch this heartlessness and further display of control.
And Law did already know what she was going to say as she hiccuped and sputtered through those tears.
Heâd known it ever since heâd first thrown that news coo paper into the sea in disgust after seeing her royal birth announcement in large, bold print just a few years ago.
Her name was one last sick joke from her animal of a father.
Doflamingoâs flaunting that everyone was replaceable in one way or another.
âMy name isâŠitâsâŠâ And she did strongly resemble those two brothers, for better or worse even on that small face. The genes of that bloodline were unmistakable. And right now, also a burden for her to carry on their tradition of sometimes looking entirely miserable with those features. âRosilena.â She tried to hug herself when no one else would. âIâm Donquixote Rosilena.â
ââââââââââ
Doflamingo was doing what he must. To him, the childâs strong negative reaction to his current actions only showcased how often she was used to his coddling instead.
But today was not the day for any softness. His daughter had to learn these kinds of lessons as well if she was ever going to thrive in this hell of the surface world.
Just as you had also learned, then evidently forgotten, and were now being forced to know again.
Doflamingo could offer his protection, and even his affection over time to his few chosen, favored pets.
But it wasnât free.Â
Nor was it endless.
You all still had your place. And when Law and Straw Hat had made the disastrous decisions that they had, when they had provoked him into this mess of fury and loathing that he had now been existing in ever since the failures in Punk HazardâŠDoflamingo decided that all his discretion was finally at an end.
The jarring moment in which heâd had to feel the decapitation of his own string clone was just that last grain of sand leaving the top of the hourglass.
Dressrosaâs time was up.
And in that realization, as Doflamingo had had Pica fling those rats from his sight and begun moving the footprint of the entire palace, he also remembered your begging words from the night before.
Doflamingo was smiling from ear to ear, too pissed for any other expression as he now knew exactly how to button this tragedy all up together.
âPica.â He had breathed through a still tight throat while the birdcage first anchored to the entirety of the islandâs edges. âWeâre done playing nice. Bring me my dear wife.â
âââââââââââ
It was chaos.
Law couldnât yet stand after being thrown from the palace, still cuffed and laying in the dirt amongst the screams of the townspeople while he stared up into those lines of the birdcage splitting the sky.
Indiscriminate death was what that now meant.
But the monster who held the keys to this new hell was still laughing.
âPeople of Dressrosa! And guests to our land! Letâs be realâŠit could have been like this from the very beginning.â
That grinning, merciless face lit up on screens all throughout the city.
Law was forced to watch too, that mockery projected below the top of the cage, leering over them all.
But Doflamingo wasnât alone.
âYet before these games begin, we have a special birthday celebrant I need you to recognize as well!â His body moved, jerking you up into the frame beside him.
There were gasps heard at the state of you.
âThe queen!?â
âIs that a slave collar!?â
âWhat happened to her!?â
But Law only saw that same domineering behavior as he had with Doflamingo and the princess. He could see the way the Heavenly Demonâs fingers forced your face to be still. He wouldnât let you look away from this pain.
âIf youâve forgotten how special today is however, I actually do forgive you. This darling creature decided she didnât need any pomp and circumstance this year! She tried to make us forget herâŠ.but how could I ever do that?â
Doflamingo leaned his head down, appearing to revel in the show as his nose touched yours.Â
Yet there were beginning to be little droplets of red where his fingers still dug into your face.
âSo, my dear rodents, youâll be happy to know that I finally got her to say what she really wanted from me as her birthday gift last night.â
Law saw your eyes widen more as some terrible realization hit you first.
âYour lovely queen confessed to me that Dressrosa has never been her home. That this is no place for our family. She begged me to abdicate, to abandon you all and start over somewhere new.â
Doflamingo was deeply laughing again, his face still turned to touch against yours while you began to cry. Your blood was beneath his fingernails for all to see across those screens.
âSo die well, Dressrosa, if you canât finish this game. Give my wife exactly what she wanted from you as your parting gift! Because weâre through with you! And Iâd say it was fun, but honestly, you were all a fucking chore!â
âââââââââââ
Straw Hat could not be reasoned with.Â
It had taken Law thirteen years of seething and fixating in order to harbor the level of revulsion and anger he now did towards Doflamingo.
It took Monkey D. Luffy all of a single day.
âYouâre going to free them, Traffy! And Iâm going to punch Mingo so hard, heâs not going to trap anybody like this again!â
âYou arenât listening, you idiot! Do you know who she is!? Donât you think this is hard enough now!?â Law argued anyway, wasting valuable breath.Â
Law was almost out of blood. Straw Hat was almost out of haki. The gamma knife hadnât been enough. The counter shock hadnât been enough. So they didnât need even one more devil fruit user in their way. Much less one like you. âWorry about Doflamingo! Not anyone else! We canât beat them both! Heâd force her to fight us!â Law kept on.
Yet Straw Hat stayed right in front of Law despite their height difference, yelling back without hesitation. âIf Mingo thought he could really make her help him, she wouldnât still be in that stupid collar! Heâs afraid of her being free!â
Law stared. The actual burst of surprise emotional intelligence from that foolâs mouth hitting him as hard as if it were another falling mass of concrete from the still crumbling buildings all around them.
The only thing Straw Hat did know was people.
âSo I donât care if sheâs strong or not! If sheâs scary or not! Iâm here to fight Mingo! And everybody that wants to leave this cage is going to get to! Everybody!â
âââââââââââ
Your daughter remained attached to you as tightly as if Doflamingo had strung your bodies together himself.
But the distracted string clone which guarded you both had snapped at her more than once to stop her sobbing too. Which only made the stress that much worse for her.
Yet what difference did you make either in trying to be a calming touch in these nightmares of yours now finally made real?Â
The only home Rosilena had ever known was dying all around her. Her father was present, but not. His string clone carrying you while you held her. Moving his family again and again to keep you away as battles shifted and changed all over the city.
And throughout all that, he told even you nothing more significant than âshut upâ, trying to concentrate his strength and focus elsewhere.Â
That coldness and anger was understandably devastating to your daughter, but for you, you could see the deeper anxiety in him as things degraded so quickly.
There were times the string clone seemed to lose contact with Doflamingo entirely. It would freeze, momentarily uncontrolled when you knew the real him had been knocked down somewhere again.
Other times it would grimace horribly, extreme pain flashing across the replica of your husbandâs features.
You had hid your daughterâs face against your chest so that she would not see.
But he never removed your seastone to demand your assistance either. All other restraints were gone, just for the ease of flying with you without those chains dragging behind. Yet the weight of that collar remained between the two of you.
Doflamingo never asked you to save him. He never returned your power to you.
You could guess a thousand reasons why.
Pride?
Fear?
Possibly even attachment in the more selfish and shallow sense of the word.
Doflamingo wouldnât have to erase you with his own two hands if you were never allowed to turn on him. He wouldnât have to throw away what he still surely saw as only a favorite toy.
He would never have to know the answer of if you would have obeyed to choose him over the lives of every man, woman, and child remaining in the ever shrinking birdcage.
Yet somehow you still hated yourself for letting this become reality.
You internalized the failure and the guilt, even fully understanding that he had done this to you all.
Again and again.
Doflamingo had hurt those who loved him the most.
He had set himself down this path.
He was all alone. He was losing.
And then he was gone.
No last words, no last look down at his grief stricken wife and daughter.
The string clone had just unraveled, simultaneous with a boom and shaking of the island bigger than anytime previous.
The three of you had been on the roof of a still somehow standing church.
But it finally gave way at that following shockwave, and then you were falling, the loose string from the dissolved clone whipping in the air before your eyes.
You couldnât transform. You couldnât fly.
Your own mate had taken your wings, too insecure to ever let you exist freely without him.
You twisted to let your back crash through wood and stained glass first, your daughter encapsulated in the shield of your cracking bones.
It felt like forever.
Before that final blast of pain and then only darkness again.Â
âââââââââââ
Doflamingo couldnât see anything.
But he knew that this wasnât death.
Death should have been quieter.Â
Death wouldnât have hurt this badly.
He tried to reach for his eyes, and the rattle of tight chains stopped him. His arms felt too heavy, too slow as he recognized the poisoning of seastone.
âAre you awake this time? Or just having another night terror?â
The voice that questioned him was cold.
And all too familiar.
âIâm awake.â He answered, throat feeling very dry as his arms just lowered again. He knew what this meant then. And exactly how many days must have passed for either him to be shipped to her, or her to sail to him in Dressrosa. âBut where are we? Have you been watching over me, Tsuru-san?â
âYou were in a field hospital. Now youâre in the brig of my warship.â Yet each answer from her was terse, more so than even normal.
Doflamingo did shift slightly again, testing if the rest of his limbs had also joined him here.
âHave I lost my other eye then?â He asked so plainly too, still seeing only black.
âItâs just a bandage to cover them. Your glasses were broken.â
A small mercy, but her tone remained so bitter. He reacted in question, still coming back to his senses himself. âHow kindâŠbut I hear that anger simmering. Tell me, what in this have I done that you actually wouldnât have expected of me?â Â
He heard her exasperation, her voice slightly louder as if sheâd come closer.
âWhy didnât you at least evacuate your family if you were going to do something this horrific!? You truly think of no one but yourself! Do you understand anything of what youâve done!?â
She sounded like she actually wanted to strike him.
Any lesser marine surely would have.
But Doflamingo only turned his head in the direction of her fury.
He could have blamed the cold knot then tightening in his chest on the seastone or on his still damaged organs.
Part of him still tried to, even if he did respond.
âI wasnât supposed to lose obviouslyâŠit was my job not to lose. To keep them beside me. To keep my family together.â
And it was true that he had not wanted you out of his physical reach as things had worsened.
He needed you to ground himself.
But her responding silence was deafening, more so than her initial anger.
Doflamingoâs breathing did eventually still again, considering this. That moment of his freshly woken mind first teetering into the possibility of something far worse.
He may have lost more than just an empire.
âWhere are they, Tsuru-san?â
âââââââââ
Straw Hat could make anything sound simple.
âSave them, Traffy.
One more hit.
I know it.
Just one more hit and this is all going to be over.
And then theyâre going to need you.â
The whole island had risen together to give Straw Hat his ten minutes to recover.Â
And he had delivered their miracle.
Law had no words to explain the motivation that overcame him next, or where the hell the energy came from to even still be moving once Doflamingo and the birdcage had finally fallen.Â
But he doggedly followed Violet. She was his eyes at first, trying to get closer through blocked and rubble heavy streets to where the string clone had last had you.
Yet it was your daughterâs screaming that had led them all the rest of the way.
And Law had felt history repeating then.
Like a sick little boy covered in white lead disease, crying at the top of his lungs to the very first marine he could find, begging for them to save his Cora-san.
But this time the ending would be different.
Law had been determined to make at least Coraâs nieceâs future different than his own past had been as heâd desperately moved pieces of roof work and splintered wooden beams away with his devil fruit, gradually uncovering your dirtied and bloodied bodies in the ruins.
The girl had still been clinging to your motionless form under all that debris, shielded in your broken arms.
Rosilena had looked up at Law, with no real focus put to who he was then. In that instance, it had no longer mattered if they should only be enemies.Â
He was there when no one else was. He was saving you both when even her own father had not.
ââââââââââ
âI donât know if they have survived.â Tsuru repeated herself, responding to his escalating denial. âThe civilian witnesses that have come forward thus far could only confirm their fall from a distance.âÂ
Doflamingo thrashed in his chains now.Â
âThen why didnât they move closer!? Where are the bodies then!? Are your sailors even trying to find them!?â
But she would not allow him to already begin shifting that blame either. âDo you know the severity of injuries someone would incur from something like that, boy!? Not only such a fall, but then the collapse of an entire structure atop them!? If someone pulled them out, theyâd still need miracles to stay breathing. She was in seastone!â
Said as if he possibly could have forgotten.
As if he had let this happen all on purpose.
âIf I wanted them out of my life, I wouldnât have done it like this!â Doflamingoâs voice cracked just once.
The thick bandages over his eyes were very well placed.Â
They only darkened when they began to absorb that bit of surprising moisture that accompanied this new downward spiral.
ââââââââââ
You stared into the boyâs eager eyes.
And he just asked you again, as if your hearing was poor because of your hesitation.
âSo are you coming with us, bird lady?â
Here was the devil that had defeated a god.
Heâd defeated your god.
Straw Hat had heralded ruin and destruction in a way that matched your every previous premonition, but with a smile now like he couldnât be happier to see you finally up and moving.
It had taken all of Trafalgar Lawâs expertise, as well as several rounds of Princess Mansherryâs healing to you and your daughter to provide this level of recovery.
But theyâd said that only Straw Hat had been the one to insist on opening your collar with the key the dwarves had stolen.
Straw Hat Luffy had given you this chance to choose your next path for yourself, even over some of his own alliesâ reservations.
Another boy, the one with the longer nose, had looked particularly stricken at your initial wary silence.
âYouâre, uhâŠnot mad at us about all this either, are you, Mrs. Donquixote?â He wavered, stepping somewhat behind one of his taller friends at your stare.
Youâd glanced from him to the still waiting Straw Hat.
The marines were already on their way. You knew there was not time to search your feelings any deeper. You just had to make whatever choice might protect your daughter best.Â
âWe canât stay here. Doflamingoâs amnesty will be gone. The government will come for us too.â You did at last speak, knowing full well what this decision would do to whatever length the rest of your life would be.
But Straw Hat beamed to your words, like an excited child whose newest friend had just arrived. âThen Iâll see you all at the shore in a little while! Everybody hurry! Letâs go!â
If these piratesâ animosity for your husband had fully extended to you and Rosilena, they could have killed you both a hundred times over while youâd been unconscious.
So they were not who you were still afraid of.Â
And when the first shots did ring out from marine rifles in the distance, youâd considered concealing your daughter and yourself somehow. Possibly running on foot amongst the others with your body and faces covered the entire way to port.
Law had said heâd pulled you from that church without even a real pulse.
Rumors would have spread with time that you hadnât been seen alive yet. No one would know your husbandâs most dedicated enemy had actually restarted your heart instead of crushing it.
You could be freer than you ever had been if you didnât exist to most of the world at all.Â
But in the end, there was only one thing that stopped you from fully hiding that way.
You couldnât do it to Doflamingo.
You couldnât let even that most wicked man be dragged from this island not knowing if his actions had directly led to the deaths of his own wife and child.
You were not as merciless as him.
âHold on to me, darling. Donât let go.â You had scooped your daughter up, preparing to transform as you made that choice. âThis is all going to happen very fast.â
ââââââââââ
The naval transponder snails were going wild.
âStraw Hat Luffy has attacked the palace and kidnapped Lady Rebecca!â
âThe Eastern Port has been overrun!â
Vice Admiral Tsuru was more than frustrated at these new results from Fujitoraâs inexplicable delay in moving in on the pirates before her arrival. And suddenly Sengoku was also nowhere to be found.Â
âOh for the love ofâŠâ she cursed to herself, choosing to circle back to her ship and the important cargo there while marines scattered everywhere.
She didnât expect that anyone would really try to free Doflamingo in the confusion. But she wouldnât let him be killed either.
And by the time she was coming back down the stairs into the brig, her snail was already going off once more.
âSomethingâs wrong! Weâve lost contact with another division! Theyâre- holy shit! What was that!?â There was a commotion of startled sailors talking over one another. âIt was flying! Something big just flew right over us! It-â
Doflamingo made a noise in his confinement, replacement sunglasses from the palace now on his scowling face as heâd tilted his head to look up at Tsuru. As if wanting her to confirm this out loud before he would dare to.
The wrinkles on her own face deepened slightly as she felt a further dread beginning. She opened the connection again. âRepeat, sailor. This is Vice Admiral Tsuru, repeat.â
But there was no further response.
ââââââââââ
Straw Hat had veered off for the palace. Law had disappeared as well.
You had taken your awakened zoan form after splitting off from them. Youâd flown east to Carta with Rosilena, neutralizing what marines you could with a quick cry as you passed above.
Straw Hatâs allies had ships at the ready.
But itâd been so long since youâd used this full form. It existed as the fruitâs highest strength. Something far less human than the hybrid version that had become Doflamingoâs plaything for years.
Everything felt different now. Your body taller, heavier, and mind racing trying not to succumb to animalistic instinct as you nearly overshot the deck.
Those pirates had screamed, your talons crunching into the wood of their bow while your wings spread to full breadth for balance.
You could feel the panic and hear their frantic heartbeats while they scattered back.
âDonât be afraid. Iâm going to let him know itâs us before we leave.â Your chest produced the sound in more a soothing vibration than actual words to your trembling daughter, while ignoring the others.
You didnât speak to ears alone any longer. It was into the mind itself.
It was control if you allowed it to be.
There was no true shield to something like that.
ââââââââââ
Law saw Sengoku tense just before whatever it was hit him as well.
It wasnât haki at all. It was rhythmic. Lawâs hand tightened on his sword as he looked sharply to the sea.Â
âSo she lives.â Sengoku spoke, adjusting his glasses with a bit more strained exhale. He turned his back to that same coastline deliberately. âAnother interesting choice on your part to spare her, boy.â
Law swallowed, feeling something seeping deeper with every additional moment, like tendrils straight through him.
But it didnât hurt.
That was the worst part.
He wanted more. He wanted to move toward its source.
âShe has nothing to do with me!â Law sounded more petulant than he intended, sweat beginning to form on his brow.
âShe does now.â Sengoku answered, unusually serious again, but raising a neutral hand as if in goodbye while walking away. âAnd donât you let those pirates lay a single hand on little Rosilena. Or I will find you again and weâll have a much longer chat about what weâve lost from between your prison bars.â
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It was you.
Doflamingoâs breath shuddered at that invasive pull, like a knife into his chest at its suddenness.Â
Tsuruâs voice became only a distant noise, ordering her strongest crew to restrain the weakest, to keep them from throwing themselves into the sea.
Anything to get closer to that forlorn cry.
But it wasnât meant for them.
Doflamingoâs back arched, those invisible claws reaching into the depths of his mind as you targeted him alone.
âBeautiful monsterâŠI worried for you.â He gasped, speaking aloud and pride withering from within as he let you break him open.
The violence of it was nothing like that traitor Violetâs second sight. You werenât just looking, you were possessing, you were filling him with your own fears and pain. Everything you and Rosilena had been through already without him and because of him.Â
It was an exchange, a conversation, and an accusation mind to mind.
Broken soul to broken soul.
His muscles jerked against those chains, like an animal in a snare as the intensity edged quickly into something more akin to torture. You were so impossibly deep. Heâd never let you in this far before. But he had to do it. Time was short. âI knowâŠfuck, babyâŠyes I know.â He answered you in halting breaths.
You were alive. You were so angry at him. You were impossibly scared.
And you were leaving.
But you wanted to know if he planned to follow.Â
You wanted to know if he was still even your husband.Â
âI am.â He promised. His heart rate was dropping, becoming alarmingly erratic as sweat dampened his skin. âIâll find you.â
Yet your uncertainty was still clear. You thought he would hurt you. That he would hunt you for abandoning him here.
And he knew acutely the life threatening risk of every further second that he did not push you back out. But he wanted you to know his answer.Â
His real answer.
Doflamingo started to laugh, struggling to draw breath between. You were suffocating him in your hold, like a noose of desire tightening around his throat.
âI donât care about that. Forgive meâŠand Iâll forgive you. Is that a deal, querida?â His consciousness was slipping, yet it felt so goddamn perfect again as it did. Back to pleasure from pain just that quickly, with his eyes trying to close beneath that all encompassing pressure of your voice.
But it wasnât seduction in the most carnal sense now. Because that wasnât the truest power of the siren. Not in this final version at least.
The comfort your victims felt in the end he would liken more to listening to the most beautiful songbird sitting on an open grave, calling that tombâs forever tenant home.
And how badly they all wanted to go.
Every time.
To his pretty bird.
His treasure.
âYou two are all I have left.â He whispered, purposefully letting you still feel behind every word. He wouldnât risk his life this way just to hold back now. This was what you needed to hear. âPlease. You know itâs true.â
Of course he would be the one to finally fall in love with the woman who had given death a voice.
He was the boy who had fed his own mother rotting refuse and watched the resulting sickness eat her through as if it were a surprise.
The boy that had carried his own fatherâs head in a bag at his side for weeks.
The man who had shot his own baby brother as many times as the gun could possibly fire.
He had always understood what you represented, yet he had never feared you.
He only feared losing you.
âThen weâll meet again.â You spoke back into his mind at that, albeit sounding weaker.
And then all went silent.
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You were shaken from the suddenness of Doflamingoâs submission and emotions, withdrawing back into yourself just in time to keep a crowd of civilians from reaching the crashing waves as theyâd been drawn down to the waterâs edge by your sound.
Your only initial intent had been to make sure he knew you still existed. And maybe to remind him how much heâd hurt you and Rosilena both with this brutality against the island.
But his relief to hear you and his desire to reunite had flooded so fully through that brief connection, it was like a bait to make you push in further to validate what he was telling you.
You had expected to catch him in only more self serving lies.
Yet you didnât.
He really thought he might love you.
He didnât want to kill you either. He wanted to call this even and start again.
The most bare minimum possible of anything even resembling repentance really.Â
But to come so honestly from him? Youâd been far too deep in his brain for him to have been physically able to deceive you then.
It upended everything you had thought youâd known.
Yet a pure sounding laugh brought you further back to reality. âWoah! You got tall, bird lady! How cool!â
Straw Hat was beaming up at you. And beyond him, those same civilians your husband had nearly slaughtered, and you had almost drowned, were waving from the shoreline.
They were waving to Straw Hat. Like the smiling, faceless people of your premonitions who had danced in freedom even amongst destruction.
Admiral Fujitora himself was smiling too, somehow not pursuing when the ship then set sail.
Straw Hat wasnât afraid of you at all either while he lifted a big bag over his head in offering. âOh! And Violet said to give this to you! Happy late birthday!â
You didnât exactly have hands then. So you had quietly opened the bag later, when in human form again while the others celebrated this escape.
Trafalgar Law had been sitting oddly close by, almost protectively if you had had time to think about it any deeper.
But that was the very first time your daughter had smiled too since all this nightmare had started. Going through the care package that Straw Hat had delivered from Princess Viola, Rosilena had found her paint set and colored pencils with some paper, and a few of her most precious, well worn stuffed animals.
The little girl had been elated to the surprise, hugging one fabric toy after another as if they were old friends, and showing each to a then embarrassed looking Law while you dug still deeper into the bag.
Eternal log poses were there as well to your astonishment. Raided from Doflamingoâs private stores and with names you recognized as some of his most remote safehouse locations.
There was a very thick envelope you opened too, then quickly concealing it back as your heart rate increased at its contents.
A hastily written note explained it.
âIâm sorry I couldnât do more before the marines entered the palace. Thank you for everything, (Y/N). Please donât feel guilty about spending this beri either. My father wouldnât have wanted to keep all the blood money anyway. Weâll distribute the rest back to the people to rebuild. But get as far as you can and live free now. He canât clip your wings any longer. Happy birthday. You are forever our ally and my friend.
Love,
Violaâ
Law straightened up a little, watching you as you began to cry.
But you were smiling too, just like your daughter from this unexpected kindness.
You had all lost everything, but won something possibly far greater all the same.
A fresh start.
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The months were quick and slow simultaneously.
Every new news coo paper told of a greatly changing world.Â
Emperors fell, islands vanished, and one day a famous prison had just the smallest footnote of taking significant damage from another earthquake.
Big News Morgans must have been censored from saying too much more. But your dreams told you when to begin waiting, standing on the balcony of this cleaned up safehouse and watching the sea each day.
Yet your escaped beast finally came to you late in the night, a nightmare that was no longer fully one the moment you felt significant weight press over you in your bed and you actually welcomed it.
Doflamingo smelled like sweat and the ocean. You could feel the slightest bit of blond stubble that he had never allowed before as he forced his mouth onto yours in the deepest kiss.
How long it must have taken him to reach you without even a ship.Â
But ships required crews. And this was private, and solely his as you felt him pushing your nightgown up already.
His presence here at all proved that Magellan hadnât been throwing your daughterâs drawings away. She had mailed them consistently, addressed to that lowest level of Impel Down while wanting some form of connection with her missing father.
She often drew this islandâs landmarks, and made detailed sketches of your new home and the mangrove swamps which bordered it.
It was a map to find you. You and Doflamingo had been here only once before, stopped over during a storm years ago.
Yet you had never forgotten it.
Evidently neither had he.
âDoffyâŠâ You breathed, quiet with your daughter still in the neighboring room while his long tongue next ran wet over your neck.
But there was something else that had changed of course.
You felt your anxiety rise when a large hand first slid over the newer curve of your stomach beneath the nightgown, skin to skin.
Had he understood that too from the drawings?Â
Rosilena often put her interpretation of herself in those pictures. Yet sheâd started adding a little crying ball beside her too when youâd finally told her two months ago. Sometimes it was drawn with a bottle, other times with an optimistic pink bow.
Maybe there really had been something wrong that didnât let it fully work before. And when Law and Mansherry had healed you, theyâd healed it all, including what was already trying to root deep inside.
Youâd had sex with your husband every day leading up to his defeat, that was normal for the two of you.
But something had remained this time. Fatefully, just as soon as it would have the privilege of no longer being born within a cage.
You felt Doflamingo smile against your throat as the rough pads of his fingers lingered on your swollen abdomen.
âI knew you could do it, querida.â His voice was like silk, but with a growing edge of desperation beneath. âI missed this more than youâll ever know.â
And you didnât resist those further greedy touches, while his hands grabbed and caressed like he had to relearn it all now.
Your nightgown was then pushed up to your collarbones as he had his way. Multiple times actually, with the bed creaking as he buried his face not to moan into the moonlight like a dog in heat.
Apparently self soothing in a prison cell to your bounty poster alone could not compare to having the real thing.
That man exhausted himself, finally falling asleep still inside of you before dawn could even break.
This was safe enough though as Rosilena normally awoke late. Father and daughter could have their own far more innocent reunion in a few more hours.
For now, you pulled the blankets up to his broad shoulders, idly stroking your fingers through messy blond hair as he deeply slept against you.
There was no reason to rush or hurry after all, here on this island that no one else had ever really heard of.
It might be the perfect place for two monsters to take a brief respite instead, raising their vulnerable offspring in secret while a larger war loomed beyond.
Doflamingo hadnât understood the value in what youâd really been asking for that night when heâd berated you in the Dressrosan dungeons. But maybe now, with all else stripped away from him, he may finally have the chance to.
For a little while at least, until heâd grow bored again and want to rejoin the world stage.
But this little taste of heaven would be better than none at all for you.Â
A very belated birthday gift like this from the man you somehow still loved, yet also rightfully feared, was not one youâd ever take for granted. Especially now, watching him when he shifted, wrapping his arms back needfully around you again already.
You were going to be a family this time, a real one for whatever came next.
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Theyâre one of those solar powered garden lights. Itâs glass.
Iâve been offline for the most part. Still buried. Iâll be back when I have something real to offer you. Should be part 2 of that birthday oneshot, and then the next chapter of Doffyâs Marine coming up. đ«Ą
I usually order our groceries online, and then go pick them up at the store on my way home from work. It just saves a ton of time instead of fighting through all the people in the store or dragging my kid along who wants to look at every. single. thing.
But my eyesight is not great anyway, and I swear when I first saw the smaller thumbnail of this on my phone I thought it said:
DOFFY MACARONI & CHEESE
I mean, good for Dolly too I guess. But what � And party size too!
In that one AU high school manga, he has a pet food line at least I think.
But would I eat Doffyâs macaroni? I meanâŠdoes he come with it? Does he serve it to me? As long as itâs not poisonedâŠyeah, I would. đ€
Apologies for my ugly hand. Our house is beneath a bunch of oak trees. Every night the spiders come down and put anchor lines and web everywhere. And every morning I have to claw my way out of their mess just to leave.
It gets on my hands, on my arms, in my face, and in my hair. Sometimes itâs too thin to even see, and then Iâm wiping myself down to shed all the invisible strings that I can still feel.
Of course itâs not distracting.
Of course it doesnât remind me of anyone anything.
I've been working on this thing for ~months~ and I can't resist anymore, so take this little sneak peak at an illustration I'm working on based on @moonbaby26's wonderful fic Doflamingo's Marine. It was the first DoffyxReader fic I read, and it's now one of my favorite fanfics ever! ^^
This is already AMAZING. His hands, his mouth, Iâm zooming in and staring at the details.
I always want Doflamingo to scare me somewhat. I feel like the moment you arenât afraid of him, youâre in for a very bad time. Because youâve let him make you forget what he really is.
I know itâs just a preview, but heâs looming, grinningâŠheâs dangerous, weâre screwed, and I love it! đ«Ł
I'm so glad you like it! I've been eagerly devouring each new chapter of your fic for a while and wanted to express how much I've been enjoying your work. I always mean to comment but end up getting shy about it, so please consider this fanart kudos from me xD
Yeah, I fully agree with you about the dangers of letting Doflamingo's charm lull you into a false sense of security. Even when his expression is what he thinks is a fond smile, one would do well not to overlook its sharp predatory edge. Don't fall in love with the mask. Fall in love with what's underneath, if you dare.
No worries! I have been offline so much with work lately that it sometimes takes me forever to comment back anyway đ. I feel guilty and out of the loop most of the time. Iâm trying to catch up now.
But the fact that I can still share my own Doffy crumbs even slightly to inspire works like this floors me completely. Thank you, thank you!
I love it (and him). Yes, all of him. đđđđ
I've been working on this thing for ~months~ and I can't resist anymore, so take this little sneak peak at an illustration I'm working on based on @moonbaby26's wonderful fic Doflamingo's Marine. It was the first DoffyxReader fic I read, and it's now one of my favorite fanfics ever! ^^
This is already AMAZING. His hands, his mouth, Iâm zooming in and staring at the details.
I always want Doflamingo to scare me somewhat. I feel like the moment you arenât afraid of him, youâre in for a very bad time. Because youâve let him make you forget what he really is.
I know itâs just a preview, but heâs looming, grinningâŠheâs dangerous, weâre screwed, and I love it! đ«Ł
Synopsis: You are Doflamingoâs wife, and your birthday is nearing soon. But so are omens of the end. Everything seems to be closing in, culminating in the realization of your worst fears on your actual birthday.
Warnings: toxic relationship, abusive relationship, unprotected vaginal sex, hand job, biting, blood, cursing, mention of amputation, angst, Reader is a mythical zoan fruit user, Reader and Doffy have a young daughter, but Doffy still wants more kids
Authorâs Notes: This is just a oneshot, though will be posted in two parts due to length. Readerâs devil fruit in this is an amalgamation of different harpy/bird/siren folklores (Alkonost/Alcyone/Sirin, etc.). But with a little bird divination/ornithomancy inspiration thrown in as well.
Also, posting this super late when Iâm dead tired. But I refuse to leave this in drafts any longer! Iâm sure there are still typos. I will clean up more later. đ„Č (most current version will always be on the masterlist)
Word Count: 7,214
Part 2 Here
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In just a few short days, it would be your birthday again. But you had no excitement or anticipation for any of it.Â
In the earliest years of your and Doflamingoâs relationship, your birthdays had meant elegant dinners and balls all in your name. With you forced to stand awkwardly on display through the night, in skin tight dresses that hindered your breathing and expensive shoes which only blistered your feet.
Back then, the aesthetic had been far more important to your husband than comfort. You had started as only a conquered trophy and a compliment to his own extravagant lifestyle after all.
But somewhere along the way, incremental changes had begun. Little by little, he did seem to take a more genuine interest in your actual reactions to those over the top displays he made for you.
A full symphony had been dedicated last year.Â
The composer of it had been locked away for months beforehand until Doflamingo had been satisfied with the final product.
And the year before that, your main gift had been an amazingly detailed, marble swan multiple times your own height. A relic, stolen from the burial chambers of some ancient monarch in another sea.
Doflamingo hadnât cared about its origin. Heâd quickly overruled your weak objections with his reasoning that the dead had no use for such beauty.
He did remain callous in that way, indifferent to any and all sense of morality that did not fit his own twisted worldview.
But he had wanted you to like his attentions like this the more years had gone by.
Heâd wanted you to smile and to thank him sincerely instead of just submit in fear.
Eventually, he had wanted you to love the cage that he had made for you here.
So what could you do but be worn down by him?Â
You had married the very demon who had once ripped you from the sky without mercy to bring you to his feet.Â
You had born him a child within a single year of him first insisting on one.
And now the two of you still tried for more.Â
Because that was what he wanted.
The âperfectâ family.
Just a pretty dollhouse within a birdcage, full of his most special toys.
And every year, your will to cut those strings, to remember the fierceness you had once had, grew that much weaker.
This was your continued domestication and the slow drowning within the physical desires he overwhelmed you with.
No, you didnât want a celebration this year, no parades or parties.
You wanted silence.
You wanted to breathe.
And at first, that annual anxiety had been what you had blamed your latest nightmares on.
And you had done something you hadnât tried before.
Youâd erased your own day from every public and private Dressrosan calendar that youâd had access to. Which was all of them that mattered really, given your status.
Heavy handed maybe, but it was only meant to delay and distract.
To keep Doflamingo from having the full time to plan something outrageous.
Heâd still remember eventually.
Youâd thought so anyway.
But then something more had happened.
Something worse.
Trafalgar Law had arrived back into Doflamingoâs life like a ghost.
The former Donquixote child soldier had taken up uninvited residence in nearby Punk Hazard, and with it much of your husbandâs scrutiny.
And that was when your nightmares had truly let loose.
Doflamingoâs patience for that part of yourself had always been thin at best.
He called it weakness.
Madness.
As if he had any room to criticize on that subject.
But you couldnât control the things you saw, or the very real tears youâd cried, digging your fingernails into him, beside you in the dead of night.
It angered him more and more when his snakeâs tongue couldnât just soothe it all away with pretty words this time. When his lips couldnât make a difference no matter how many times they covered yours.
You were now more afraid of some unknowable fate than you were of his glares, or his hand around your throat when heâd finally had enough and didnât want you to wake your daughter.
So you hid.
More and more you sought the farthest edges of the palace during your waking hours.Â
To avoid the arguments and the admonishments.
He did not want to hear another thing about your premonitions.
Nor did he see it as related to Law at all.
Doflamingo would handle this as he saw fit.
This doesnât involve you.
More words heâd said to you last night as cold as the grave, your very last warning.
So you didnât stay long enough for him to wake this morning.
You went to the underground port. The most unnatural and claustrophobic setting for a being like you that knew the freedom of flight.
But it was also dark, somewhere to find temporary anonymity behind port workersâ clothing and with the brim of a hat pulled low above your eyes.
You had buried yourself for hours. In the paperwork of manifests and shipping receipts. You corrected invoices and counted goods with a pen and clipboard as your only tools.
You even helped a few damaged toys. Doing their work for them, but not initialing it as your own so that they would still get the credit and maybe earn another week or twoâs reprieve from the scrap pile.
Everything down here was about productivity.
Those who could no longer produce, would simply no longer exist in Doflamingoâs version of a beautiful Dressrosa.
An idea that further turned your stomach when you considered its possible application to you as well.
How much longer was he going to wait for a second child?
You were both getting older.
It wasnât happening as easily as the first time.
âMistress!â
That nasally voice erupted right behind you, making you jump.
Your eyes were wide, but still with that look of disgust that you couldnât conceal as heâd leaned over you while you turned to face him.
Trebol.
You saw the snot run from his nose right down into his open mouth while he leered over the top of his glasses.
âDoffy wants you upstairs! Youâre in trouble again I bet!â He said in that almost sing song tone of delight.
You must have hidden a little too long today then. Youâd pressed your luck too far.
But you looked away just as quickly, not wanting further confrontation. Yet also trying to avoid Trebolâs lingering foul breath so near your face.Â
âThere are several shortages Iâve come across in these deliveries. Iâm correcting our paperwork. Please tell the king Iâll be up as soon as thatâs complete. Iâm almost done.â
You werenât ready to face Doflamingo again yet. You at least needed a few minutes to regather yourself if you were going to be receiving more of his discipline.Â
But Trebol simply laughed to your stalling, loud and wet.Â
âBeheheâŠyouâre telling Doffy to wait, because youâre too busy? Ok! Iâll say that then!â
You stared back up again, helpless for that moment before Trebolâs sticky hunchback form then whipped around and scurried towards the elevator with surprising speed.
He was going to throw more fuel on the fire just for the sake of it.
Just to show you that he could.
They all still thought that they were better than you. That their master respected them and needed them far more than he did you.
But Doffy was so good at making his âfamilyâ forget that they were just pieces too.
Easily broken.
Easily discarded.
Just like Corazon.
Your fear was increasing again, your thoughts scattered and now reminding you of those bloodied black feathers racing past you in the darkness of the dreams.
Feathers carried on an angry wind from a violent night thirteen years prior.
You didnât know why you did this. Like an animal that panicked and ran further into the fire instead of away from it.
But you fled to the farthest Donquixote ship from the elevator. You disappeared beneath its deck, and into its cargo hold alone. Your back was then against the hull, crossed arms holding that clipboard over your pounding heart.
You had not been allowed to leave Dressrosaâs shores since the day your daughter had been born.
But Doflamingo still came and went however he pleased, often away for both his warlord duties and to check on his business interests all around the world.
Yet you were expected to wait here each and every time without protest.
To forever guard the nest and his child as if he really had put a collar around your neck and staked your leash to the ground.
You had been his captive for so very long.
Mistreated.
Used.
So whyâŠwhy when you felt this newest intensity of fear based on those visions, did you want to tell Doflamingo that he should leave for his own well being? That you should all escape DressrosaâŠtogether.
As a real family, instead of this pitiful veneer of one.
Something was coming.
And he still couldnât see it.
Voices were growing louder outside of the ship then. Donquixote grunts were searching the port for you on his orders.
You gripped the clipboard tighter.
No, he was never going to run away like that.
He wasnât like you.
Hiding, tremblingâŠ
Whatever was coming for him, Doflamingo would face head on as he always had.
And all with a smile on his face.
Someone on the pier had ratted you out soon enough.
You heard the sound of something large connect with the deck above. And then the creaking of the floorboards beneath its weight while it began to stalk as if on the heat of your scent.
You took a last deep breath.
And then the clipboard was ripped from your arms with the pluck of a single string resonating alongside the darkness of his voice.
âThere you are, pretty bird. Playing hide and seek tonight?âÂ
The papers fluttered to the ground, his curved black shoes stepping right onto them as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
His head was down and forward, a practicality in order to avoid scraping the ceiling.
But it gave all the likeness of a beast zeroing in on its meal, especially as his lips pulled back to bare those white teeth at you.
âYouâve been avoiding me, darling. I donât like it.â
âNoâŠI was just trying to get work done. Trying not to bother youâŠâ You couldnât have possibly backed yourself any flatter to the hull.
You were cornered as Doflamingo continued to block the steps with just the sheer size of himself.
âMy bed was empty this morning.â Those red sunglasses loomed above you, the tone of accusation rising. âNo breakfast with my queridaâŠno lunch together after my meetings.â
One large hand closed the remaining gap between you so easily as it flung your hat away and then fisted into your hair without warning. He tilted your head back roughly to better see into your frightened eyes.
âWhen Iâm on the islandâŠif you donât eat with me, then you donât eat at all. Do we have to go back to these very basic rules all over again, my love?â
The way his voice could change again, almost affectionate then, even as the pain burned across your scalp was terrifying. Your hair felt as if it was on the verge of beginning to separate from the skin.
âI didnât eat without you.â You fought to stay calm, even as your breathing became more uneven. You had skipped breakfast and lunch today. âI just worked down here, I was helping to-â
Your sentence was broken as he jerked you forward just enough to then shove you back harder against the shipâs hull.
Like being exasperated with a disobedient animal.
âIf you donât eat, then your body wonât have the energy to do what it needs to do. Youâll stay barren. How many times must we go through this?â
You flinched visibly, but did now realize why he was so upset then.
He was talking about fertility again.
And he really was still putting the responsibility on you as to why it hadnât happened again yet for the two of you.
As if his own body was wholly infallible in this.
The doctors youâd already visited had often suggested otherwise.
âDoffy, Iâm sorryâŠI wonât do it again.â You didnât resist, just giving in as always.
You could feel his stare boring through you. His judgment deliberating, deciding whether or not this apology was sufficient.
Apparently it was not.
He let go of your hair, then picking you up by your forearms as if you weighed nothing.
You were set onto a crate, one large enough to help compensate for your differing heights.
âEverything off from the waist down. You know what to do.â He spoke so flatly, already working his own hands to undo the drawstrings of his pants.
And you did know.
Sex had always been a weapon to him.
Wielded to either control you with mind numbing pleasure or to punish you with gut wrenching pain.
And you didnât always know which you would receive.
He did it on purpose.
He never wanted to be predictable.
âGood girl.â The Heavenly Demon cooed as your pants dropped to the floor, your underwear soon following.Â
You remained perched on the crate, uncomfortable against that rough wood grain.
But this obedience only pleased him more. He moved forward, his own pants now loose around his ass while he laid his still soft cock onto your thigh.
âTouch me.â He ordered, but thrusting his hips a bit already in impatience.
âYes, Doffy.âÂ
It was both incredibly vulnerable and domineering all at once as he trusted your tightening grip around him while he leaned over you.
You heard him exhale the harder you began to stroke.
He couldnât stop his hips from pumping further, fucking your hand shamelessly soon enough while his balls hit against you as well.
He did seem to have forgotten a lot of his anger by the time the blushing head of his cock began to weep precum and the vein that ran along the side of his shaft bulged with all that trapped blood.
âCome here.â Doflamingo grunted, hardly sounding like himself before he picked you up from the crate again.
Up and right onto that swollen cock as he pressed into your slit and bid your legs to wrap around him.
âCanât get any splinters in that pretty cunt now can we?â He grinned, looking nearly drunk as he fucked you fully then.
And you moaned for him.Â
You often did when he moved that deep and perfectly, no matter how badly youâd been treated before by him and would be again after.
And he returned the favor. Growling and groaning as he pounded in and out of his favorite possession.
The cargo hold smelled quickly of sex and whatever desperation never let this toxic dependency ever really die.
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Doflamingo was not oblivious to your most recent changes in behavior. You were more preoccupied, more quiet and timid than even normal.
Heâd broken you ages ago.
That was nothing new.
A necessity of control when heâd needed you to do as told and stay wherever he placed you.
He couldnât have something as powerful as you just running wild in his empire.
But he still wanted you to always remember that his authority was the only one you should ever bend your knee to.
Yet you would not listen to this logic lately. He had never seen you this frightened and consumed with the side effects of your own devil fruit.
Nonsensical nightmares had plagued you for weeks now. Ones you gave far too much credence to.
But the more stern he got with you over those flawed interpretations of a supposed future, the worse they seemed to become for you.
Just a few nights ago, youâd been in tears about two devils and the sun of all things. Twisted up against him in the bedsheets, disturbing his own sleep to tell him that youâd seen a sun so bright it made the ground melt and somehow bounce. Youâd watched people smile into its light even as they burned, dancing together.
How else was he supposed to respond to such bullshit?
Of course he was over those hysterics quickly, and had forbid you to speak of it any further.
Though frankly, he couldnât seem to escape the way these kinds of delusional minds were so drawn to him lately.
It disgusted Doflamingo to now have any reason to find similarities between his own wife and this other calamity crying fool he now endured in a phone call which should have been only ten minutes, but now stretched to forty and counting.
âKaidou just isnât taking this seriously! Joker, Iâm telling you, now is the time to be stepping up our guard! The anniversary of that night and the Kouzuki curse is at hand. I can feel it, unholy forces brewing against us!â
He really did not have time for this dead samurai shit yet again.Â
Monet was now overdue for her next report from Punk Hazard actually. But Doflamingo could not get Orochi off of his damn snail.
âWell, if any other top knot wearing ghouls show their undead faces anywhere near Dressrosa, I assure you, Iâll send them back to you in pieces.â Doflamingo answered.
There was a somewhat nervous chuckle on the other end to that. âIt is true youâve never disappointed in the long run, Joker. At least you listen to my concerns!â
Not at all by choice.
âOf course.â But he forced the charm to remain in his voice even as his long fingers moved more and more impatiently atop the desk.
There were many costs of doing profitable business in the New World.
Humoring anxious cowards like this one was sometimes just another part of that.
âAnd as I said before, Iâll make sure my SMILE factory workers get some further âmotivationâ to increase their yields on the next shipments. Even if efficacy is down temporarily, weâll offset by shipping even more product.â
That had been the original point of this call that Doflamingo now tried to draw Orochi back to, in order to hopefully end it.Â
The Beast Pirates had been complaining about current SMILE fruit failure rates.
But Orochi loved sharing those failed fruits with Wanoâs most vulnerable. So it really wasnât that much of an issue as long as Kaidou stayed happy.Â
With the higher rate of failure though, soon almost every civilian outside of the capital was likely going to be wearing one of those permanent smiles, starving to death as they laughed.
Not that Doflamingo cared one bit for their plights either though.
Not his island, not his problems.
He actually had just been planning to be in the shower with you by now before making the mistake of taking this call.Â
Heâd wanted to go out for dinner somewhere. Itâd been a long time since heâd taken you out with him that way.
Maybe youâd loosen up with a little more seduction and some of Dressrosaâs finest foods for a night on the town.
âWell, I do have other things requiring my attention in Dressrosa tonight. Anything else then?â Doflamingo questioned with more obvious haste.
âLetâs see.â Orochi responded. Yet there was just an annoying shuffling of paperwork on the other end, like notes being gone through. âNo, I think thatâs about all. But your next arms shipment is on schedule to leave Wano on theâŠoh, that will be the same day! Your wifeâs birthday. How did she like her gift from me by the way?â
Doflamingoâs standard grin faded. His fingers stilled instantly against the desk.
Your what?
âThe tea set.â Orochi just kept on smugly, not noticing the significance of the pause on the other end. âNothing arrived chipped, I trust? Itâs all original by the way. Hand painted by an artisan we captured recently. Heâd been making silly propaganda posters against us. Iâll probably still execute him. But I had them cut off just one of his hands as discipline for now. We left his dominant one as I do enjoy new art for my collection! I thought (Y/N) would as well.â
That lingering sense of irritation with you was then erupting all over again as Doflamingo realized your full deception. The anger started in his stomach. Moving into his tightening chest before he felt that aching pulse beginning in his forehead.
âOh, she adores it Iâm sure. Iâve been busy with other matters though, so I havenât chosen my own present for her yet.â His glaring eyes were already examining the pages of his own calendar and planner below as heâd spoken.
Every meeting time, every big shipment schedule, and notes about all the different underworld contacts involved was neatly penned there in your handwriting for him as always.
But you had purposefully omitted the reminder for this particular occasion.
And of course he still knew his own goddamned wifeâs date of birth. He would have figured it out eventually.
But likely not until days after the fact. When he was already this busy with Law and Kaidou and all else going on right now.
Why were you being such a frustrating creature in the worst possible times?Â
âI really do have to go.â Doflamingo forced his words then, interrupting Orochi once more. âShe thanks you for thinking of her.â
And that snail actually blushed a bit to those lies of feminine praise.
âCertainly! Perhaps youâll finally bring her with you to our Fire Festival again this year as you used to? Lovely women deserve lovely things after all! Why I got my dear Komurasaki a similar tea set as well. Iâm sure theyâll both look beautiful while sipping from them!â
âIndeed they would.â But he had his own reasons for no longer traveling with you. Yet that was no one elseâs business but his own.Â
Doflamingo was standing again. His heart was beating faster. That strange mix of both frustration and confusion over your current choices only growing.Â
What was really going on in that crazy head of yours now?
âAh, well. Enjoy whatever celebrations you must still be planning, Joker. I wonât keep you any further. But tell your pirate queen happy birthday again from the Kurozumi dynasty!â
Doflamingo scowled faintly, but an âI will,â was what he uttered anyway, disconnecting the call before stalking quickly out of his office.
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âPapa!â
And he had to force some of that tension back out of his face as that small voice was the first to greet him after the closing of the tall, carved doors to the royal suite.
Doflamingo locked the doors back as usual, feeling little arms already hugging tightly to his exposed shin as he did so.
âEvening, princess.â The warlordâs dark voice softened too into that rarer tone he put on only for her. He was an excellent actor when needed, then taking only one of his hands to reach down and scoop her up by the back of her frilled, floral dress.
The little girl giggled, fully trusting to be lifted abruptly ten feet above the floor when he brought her to his eye level.
âLight as a feather.â He teased his daughter with the same grinning mouth that often cursed all others, and ordered the executions of the even less fortunate. The few small kisses to her forehead which followed had her curling happily against him while he began to walk.
âDo you want to see what I painted today, daddy?â
âHmmâŠâ He pretended to think. Even though he was still hunting for you in his flawed peripheral vision.
âDaddy!â She protested.
But Doflamingo acquiesced fairly quickly, forcing another charming smirk. âWeâre going to run out of places to hang them, little bird.â
She did love to draw. Something that had delighted Giolla obviously. But that also left the royal chambers covered in all manner of animal art, flower paintings, and depictions of Dressrosan landscapes each and every day.
Doflamingo carried her small form while she clung to his neck, taking the tour once again to humor her in seeing what was new in her gallery today.
But even as he walked with her commenting on each new piece, he finally saw you as you came to linger hesitantly in the doorway from the master bedroom after hearing their voices.
Your hair was damp and you were in new clothes, signaling that you had already finished with the shower that Orochiâs poorly timed call had kept him from sharing with you.
The look on your face was not at all one of ease either.
âThere you are, querida.â He did acknowledge you, frustration still bubbling beneath his own mask while he tried to judge your current mood once your little daughterâs art tour was over.
But your eyes would not meet his at first. They stared only to the ground like an already beaten thing. You crossed your arms over your chest as if trying to weakly guard it.
That already told him that you expected him to have a very poor reaction to whatever you were about to say.
âDoffyâŠMonet called me because you were still on the phone.â You were biting your lip a little how you often did when trying to hide further upset. âTwo more vessels have arrived at Punk Hazard. That of the Straw Hat pirates, and the patrol ship of Vice Admiral Smoker.â
Doflamingoâs grip tightened reflexively on his daughter. Enough so that she squirmed in sudden discomfort, causing him to realize and rub her back nearly as quickly while he loomed closer over you.
âIâll deal with that too then.â His voice was quick and sharp when it did come.
All the S.A.D. production now had multiple rogue entities surrounding it?
Why the fuck was that wasteland suddenly so popular?
But he had meant it when he said he didnât want your opinions on Punk Hazard any further. You relaying messages to him from his crew was one thing.
But Doflamingo knew as soon as you did look up at him with those beautifully sad eyes, that there was going to be no restaurant date or visit to the sunflower field tonight.Â
âPlease pull Monet out of there. Iâm begging you. Please, Doffy. I canât stop thinking about it. I feel it. This is different. Itâs all wrongâŠâ
His teeth grit in a response he couldnât control, jaw clenched before his words erupted out and his daughter startled.
âYou do not make those decisions! And I am not dealing with your bullshit tonight!â
Because again, here it was. What you wanted. What you felt.
Because you didnât trust him to fix it in his own time. You didnât trust him to protect you or his own family any longer.
You didnât trust him.
That was what it all boiled down to.
That was what summoned his rage in the most primal way possible.
Heâd set the girl down. He could see you wanted to go to her. Sheâd be crying in her room soon, just like you as he surged forward and grabbed you by the arm before you could escape.
He hated this.
He hated when you started everything, and then acted like he was the only monster here.
âLook at me!â He snapped at you, not afraid to twist your arm when you still didnât quit trying to pull away.
You were not in charge here. You were not a vice captain, not an executive.
You werenât even an official member of the Donquixote pirates.
Because that wasnât what he had needed you for.
âYou are just my wife.â He hissed, bringing his sneering mouth down nearer your ear. âYou obey me, you raise the girl, and I take care of the rest. I protect this family. I provide for you. I keep you alive. No one else. Do not tell me how to handle my family.â
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Vergo was now in Punk Hazard.
It would all be only bad memories soon enough.
And Doflamingo was again looking for relief. Everything in the royal suite was far quieter than the night before as his hips continued to move against you.
He wouldnât consider this makeup sex when he didnât think he yet had a thing to apologize for.
The bathroom door was locked. Your daughter still fast asleep in the bedroom beyond it. Heâd let her curl between the two of you in your and his bed later last night.Â
Heâd felt that need to show her that everything was still all right between the two of you. That her parents were still here for her, even if it didnât always seem that way in the chaos of late.
All Doflamingo had wanted was for you to understand your place.
And yes, he had meant the things heâd said.
This was what you were for.
And there was nothing wrong with that.Â
Heâd chosen you.
He wanted you.
Yesterday, todayâŠforever.
How was that not something close enough to love?
Why was nothing ever good enough for you?
Doflamingo rubbed your sides, letting his uncovered eyes briefly meet yours in the mirror as he pushed you harder against the bathroom counter.
His long cock thrusted in and out of your wet heat from behind even as you remained painfully silent.
Heâd hurt those delicate feelings of yours last night.
That weak little heart had now cracked into pieces countless times.
âChange for me then. Give me something else to hold onto at least if you wonât join in.â He grunted through that gradually rougher pounding. You werenât reacting, not reciprocating at all.Â
But he was never above just using your power to get off quickly alone if he must as little beads of sweat did start to form across his bare chest.
You closed your eyes at his request, poorly hiding that additional look of humiliation before he felt your body shifting just as ordered.
Those richly colored feathers emerged along your elongating arms, soft and warm as you took your elegant hybrid zoan form.
Wings then almost too large for the space, stretched out from that still very human torso, bright and gorgeous as he grabbed them roughly while never losing his rhythm.
He bent your wings back, burying his face against one while you finally made those small sounds of pain.
Some reaction from you at last as his abdomen tensed in response.Â
âYesâŠyes, baby. There it is. Thereâs my pretty girlâŠâ He breathed, eyes closing against those familiar feathers.
His hips snapped against you, harder, faster, forcing out as many additional involuntary cries as he could from you when he slammed your bodies over and over against the counter.
Culminating with his teeth biting down into the leading edge of your wing, holding you bent over beneath him until heâd shuddered his way through another full body orgasm.
Doflamingo panted after his thick, pulsing release.
It was running everywhere.
Down your thighs and his.
He even spit out pieces of a few feathers that had broken and caught against his long tongue while he straightened back up.Â
The Heavenly Demon chuckled to that metallic taste of fresh blood as he picked out the remnants of the feather sheaths from his grinning mouth.
And only in the afterglow of such a good fucking could he be the slightest bit more humble. âSorry, querida. Itâs just too damn tempting.â He squeezed your soft ass for good measure too, before those same dextrous fingers of his smoothed your remaining mussed wing feathers back into place.Â
His hand snaked around your neck afterward, catching you by the jaw to make sure you locked eyes with him in the mirror one last time before he slid back out. That perfect suction audibly broken at last when he had. âI canât help myself. You know that. Not when itâs you.â
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Yes, he couldnât help himself.Â
Nothing was ever Doflamingoâs fault as you stared down at the table you now sat at in a daze.
Your body was still sore and your mind reeling as you looked at Orochiâs teacups that had first given away the omission of your own birthday.
Each teacup depicted a different songbird of Wano. Some perched among cherry blossoms, others in flight.
And only one now stained in droplets of blood.
Youâd broken it in your hand as Sugar still stood there in surprise.
Doflamingo had finally asked you about these earlier, making you get them out from where you had hidden them. And then taunting you about all the things he was going to do to you for your birthday because of this little deception.
You and Doflamingo had been here, looking at these damn cups and him demeaning you all the while about them when his snail had first rang.
Vergo had wanted his master to hear Lawâs execution.
You had tried to leave the room, wanting nothing to do with that additional cruelty. But Doflamingo hadnât allowed you to go.
Your husband had wanted to show you that this debacle was finally over after all the âgriefâ he said youâd given him about it in the past few weeks.
So you did get to hear it all.
You were forced to.
Vergo.
Monet.
And now the window was open and its curtains still fluttering beside you in the warm Dressrosan winds.
Doflamingo was gone.
And Sugar was staring up at you as any explanation continued to evade you.Â
Your cut hand still dripped as you stared at that now fractured little bird on its branch on the teacup.
Its wings had a greenish tint.
Like the ones Monet had chosen for herself. Because she had wanted to emulate you to some degree. She had wanted to fly like you and be even more useful to her master.
Sheâd told you how much she had wanted that.
And he had still erased her anyway.
Doflamingo had told them both to die for him, the very moment his own empire was in danger.
Only dolls in the dollhouse.
Just like you had thought.
But seeing it proven this extremely, right before youâŠyou still had not been ready.
You could hear the blood rushing in your ears,Â
It was like a spell had been temporarily broken along with this shattered teacup.
You were awake for the first time in years.
You set the pieces of that cup slowly back onto the table. As if burying something, hiding the stain of your blood within that purposeful folding of it within your cloth napkin.Â
âSugarâŠâ That contortion of grief was already beginning on your face. She had now lost her own sister and didnât yet know.
Doflamingo had told you so many times to not intervene.
They were his family, not yours.
There was only one other soul still in this palace that you may be able to reach as youâd stood.Â
âSugar, Iâm so sorry. Wait for him if you wish. But I have no answers for you.â
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It had been a poor plan.Â
Because you had taken too long to commit to the idea even then.
You could have sang or screamed to bring every unsuspecting person here to their knees. For at least long enough to have leapt with your daughter to take flight from the very nearest window.
Like the wild, driven thing youâd once been on that tiny bit of sand and rock Doflamingo had first found you on.Â
Youâd thought youâd already known the potential violence of men then.
But you hadnât had any idea.
Not until the Heavenly Demon had come for you.
You had found your sensitive wings shredded by strings, your body thrown down onto the beach in the night as heâd landed atop you with that brilliant smile and a claw like hand tightly over your mouth to silence your song.
To this day, Doflamingo still had the faintest scars too, just below his navel where your talons had unsuccessfully attempted to disembowel him on that very first meeting.
The two of you were married six months later.
And as you now collected your daughter early from her lessons with the tutor downstairs, that was where you had already lost again.
Violet would be the one to out you.
She would confess as much to you later at least.
Just that chance passing of you and her in the corridor. There must have still been a strange enough look in your eyes then to frighten her.
So much so that she had peered into your racing mind as soon as youâd rounded the corner heading up the staircase.
All she had wanted to do was save your life as sheâd run to find Pica.
Because Doflamingo couldnât have taken another loss that day.
He would have pursued you like a force of nature in any direction you may have fled.
Your husband had your vivre card on him always.
But maybe that had actually been a part of what youâd wanted most all along.
To lead your mate far away from here.
Away from his empire, his lies, and his hatred.
A ridiculous fantasy that could never be.
But you had made it all the way to the royal suite at least. Just trying to grab even one bit of spare clothes, anything to keep your daughter warm at higher altitudes before the stone floor itself rose up to consume you.
Pica had been far too quick.
âMommy!â
That was the last you heard before you were pulled through the castle all the way to the dungeons.
Pica hadnât let you hit the ground, stopping just inches from it though as heâd flipped you upside down, squeezing you to breathlessness before you could ever hope to use your voice.
Terrified Donquixote soldiers then kneeled to lock that heavy collar around your neck while your hair drug the dirty dungeon floor.
âThere! The seastone is already on her, Doffy! Itâs done. No trouble at all!â The stone titan squeaked.
âVery good, Pica. Thank you for the prompt call and your willingness to address it.â Doflamingoâs voice was cold, but abnormally weary too. Emanating from a dark pink snail glowering down at you from another soldierâs palm. âJust leave her there for now to ruminate on these poor choices. And make sure the princess isnât too frightened without her. Iâll deal with it all when I get home.â
The familiar dread returned within you.
That sensation of learned helplessness.
What had been that briefest moment of resolve to actually take action, now blown out again as easily as a candleâs flame.
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There wasnât even moonlight down here. Just the faint sound of moisture dripping somewhere, and the occasional skittering of little rodent feet passing by in the corridor.
Even the vermin ignored you for now.
But he didnât.
You hadnât realized youâd partly dozed off, still sitting up by the time the rusty cell lock scraped back open alongside the clanking of keys.
The lantern light danced through cobwebs as youâd lifted your head.
âI had a shit day today, querida.â
His voice was almost quiet.
The usual bravado gone.Â
No smile at all.
You stared up at Doflamingo as he sat the lantern on the floor between you.
And then he sat down too, facing you. Close enough that you could see the way those broad shoulders looked sunken even beneath the feathers.
He was not okay.
âDoffyâŠâ You almost forgot the chains they had added until that metal pulled taut the moment you had tried to move forward to him.
He just stared at you.
And then his hand moved up, removing his sunglasses.
âDid you really try to leave me too?â
You could see those little wrinkles tightening at the sides of his eyes. And the scarring over the clouded left eye as it briefly closed in the lantern light.
More of his imperfections.
A trace of the humanity that he would never acknowledge to anyone.
But you had had hours alone here to think about everything and what it really meant.
âIâm not trying to leave you.â It was far too late for that. This was your other half, for a tiny bit of better and a whole lot more of worse. âYou are my home by nowâŠbut Dressrosa isnât. It never was. Itâs time to go.â
And it was quiet in that cell for some time.
Just his tired eyes looking into yours.
âI gave you stability here, you ungrateful witch.â Was what he finally said. But not even raising his voice. Like he didnât have the energy to any longer. âI didnât want either you or the girl going out to sea. I know what itâs like out there now. This is your fortress, this is your safety. So that I donât lose either of you too.â
You felt that strange warmth trying to begin in your chest.
The desire to believe him all over again.
To think there was still any part of him that would ever miss you.
âYou always want me to trust you, but you refuse to trust me, Doffy. When I tell you the end is already here. Itâs overâŠplease.â
And he did smile to that. But it was still a miserable expression.
âIs that all you really want for your birthday then, cariño? For tomorrowâs newspapers to be real? To say that Iâll abdicate the throne and the warlords? That Iâll throw everything Iâve ever fought for away in a single day and disappear to some island no oneâs ever heard of to raise our daughter with you?â The cruel glimmer had returned to his good eye to match that insincere smile now. âYou think that highly of yourself?â
The warmth had faded from your chest again as heâd mocked you once more.
My goal is to both read and post fic at some point this weekend. Life has just been on total overdrive the last few months. Like where is the slow down button!? đ
