He’s not shy of PDA but he’s only into it when he’s initiated
Will straight up have you sit on his lap during an executives meeting if he wants you there
Loves teasing you and seeing you get mad
He’s the type to tap the shoulder he’s not behind so you basically turn all the way around before meeting with his smirk
Your pissed off expression turns him on, honestly
He has his nice moments. He’s charming with his words but isn’t very expressive of his love for you
He tends to go with material things to tell you he loves you, like getting jewelry for you or buying things that he thinks you’ll like
He realizes that you might need a verbal confirmation of his feelings so the first time he says ‘I love you’ is most likely months after you first said it and it was when you were down
Likes pinning you to surfaces and then walks away when you get flustered
If you pout and chase after him, he’ll kiss you (he thinks you’re cute)
Always the big spoon. If someone is behind him, he’s learned that it’s a threat so he prefers you being in front of him
Is a dom, no doubt about it. He might tease you by letting you be a dom in the beginning but is known to switch back once you’ve had your fun
Isn’t too big on marking you up but does like biting. He doesn’t need to make marks for everyone to know that you’re his
Likes a hint of danger normally but will get riled up if his strings are put into the mix
He’ll have them around you and he’ll give you orders so you can avoid them and not get hurt
Likes positions where you’re pinned; against the wall, the counter, in the shower
The way you move against him desperately when he’s slowed down but not being able to, just riles him
He’s a tease in bed too so expect orgasm denials until your sensitive and almost in tears
One Piece World: Pre-Canon (No spoilers other than Dressrosa mention)
“Her” ❤️ Arranged marriage with Doflamingo requested by anon
First Part
There was no one in the corporate world that didn’t know the name Donquixote (Y/N) or her husband, Donquixote Doflamingo. Both weren’t royalty but they might as well have been. At first, the marriage was obviously an arranged one, both only caring about their empires. After taking over Dressrosa, however, something changed between them. Surprisingly, it hit him first.
She was very meticulous when it came to researching and to coming up with plans. So much so that her ‘family’ worried about her health. They didn’t bring it up to her husband, however, since it was only an arranged marriage. He was coming back from a weapons trade meeting when she was found unconscious in her study. When Doflamingo got there, he had noticed how the executives and the rest of his subordinates were as calm as can be but her ‘family’ was scrambling around. Diamante had seen him staring after (Y/N)’s right hand woman, who was jogging down the hall.
“Ah. I heard girl Doffy got sick.” He let out his signature laugh. “They look like chickens without heads, right? Her own fault, I say.”
Doflamingo was angry at his words, a vein popping on his forehead, and the glare he sent made the man pipe down. Even with his shades, Diamante could feel the anger seeping from his boss. He looked at the calm members again before making his way down the hall to your room, throwing a command over his shoulder.
Her room was miraculously empty of people and he pushed the door open. The room was deprived of any sunlight and there were bottles of medicine on the nightstand. He looked over at the figure laying in bed but could hardly make her out with the darkness in the room and his shades. He went over to the windows and pulled the blinds open, letting the sunlight fill the room. Idiots. All of them. Hiding the sun would harm her more than help, he thought to himself as he turned to look at the woman. He made his way over and stood next to her bed.
He felt something tug at his chest at the sight before him, an odd feeling. A feeling he had never experienced before, except for once. The cold, composed, and critical woman he knew was now curled up under her covers, sweating and breathing hard from the fever. He should have seen her as weak for letting something as a sickness reduce her to this state… but he didn’t. It was odd, he wondered. He scanned her body before resting on her face. Suddenly, her eyes cracked open and she met eyes with his behind his shades. She was just full of surprises, he decided when she cracked a small smile. A smile… Something that she had never done before. She was always so composed and made sure that her expression was on point, even in front of her second in command.
“You’re back, Doffy… I’m a little tired but I’ve got the plan all done for you on my desk…” Her words were slurred and it looked like her eyes were already shutting. He smirked at her actions. It was… cute. He could blame the fever or the medicine that probably had alcohol in it, but he amused himself by the thought that she was actually happy to see him.
“Get better. We’ve got lots of work to do.” Although he wanted it to come off as a command, it came out so softly that he was surprised that she even heard him over her heavy breathing. She was already curled up under the covers once again but she still nodded at his words. She dozed off right there and then. Instead of thinking she was weak, he felt himself falling into weakness. But… for once, he felt like this would be more fun than to fight against it.
(Y/N) wasn’t sure what happened during her sick days; hopped up on medicine didn’t do well for her memory storage. All she knew was that there was something that changed during those days. She was respected by Doflamingo’s side of the ‘family.’ Diamante and the other executives actually called her by her name (some even going as far as saying ‘Mrs. (Y/N)’) instead of just calling her girl Doffy. Doflamingo started to bring her to more meetings, letting her speak other than to use her devil fruit on those that were being difficult. What surprised her was the gentleness and fleeting touches. Doflamingo was still a smug bastard that loved teasing her whenever he could but… she didn’t know what to call it.
She was in her study, looking through the files for the next meeting, and Doflamingo had decided to sit across from her. It was the first time that he decided to join her while she created the next plan. She felt his stare and, finally having enough, she sighed and looked at him.
“Why are you staring? Deprived of attention, Donquixote?” He snickered at her words and looked out the window.
“You sound quite silly using your last name against me.” He teased, snatching the pen from her fingers. She rolled her eyes and took out another pen from her drawer, already used to his trickery.
“Fine. What did you want? You’ve been here for like 10 minutes already.” At her words, he twirled the pen around his fingers.
“You should smile at me.”
“What? Smile? For what?”
“I want to see it.” She rolled her eyes again at his words, going back to the plan on the desk.
“There’s no point in it. You think smiling will get me anywhere in this world?” She glanced at him through her eyelashes, seeing that he had stopped twirling the pen. “I’ve got to work two, no three times harder than you to even get a speck of the respect you get. Smiling doesn’t get me the power I need to protect my family.”
There was silence in the room for a while and she went back to the plan still in progress. Suddenly there was a hand on top of her head and her hair was ruffled. She glared at the man in front of her, eyes widening slightly at how close he was all of a sudden. His usual grin was gone and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“I respect you.” Her eyes widened at his blunt words and she suddenly felt heat fill her body. He smirked again, leaning back. “Keep that in mind, yeah? Because I want to see that smile of yours again.” He got up from the seat and left the study, her eyes following his figure until the door closed behind him. She sunk into her seat, covering her mouth with her hands. It was most likely a trick. He was known for saying things to rile people up but… she wanted to believe him. Suddenly, she processed his words and she had to think hard. See her smile again? What does that mean?
So much had changed in their dynamic in the past couple of months yet… there wasn’t anything that made them want to stop the change from happening. It was a rare moment in her hectic life of planning and she was happy to just take the time to relax. The castle’s courtyard was the perfect spot to get some sun and enjoy the breeze that the island’s weather brought. She was seated on one of the seats, legged crossed and eyes closed as the breeze gently blew her hair. She felt the presence of a familiar person and she let out a soft sigh.
“Will you just come out?” A snicker was her answer and she finally opened her eyes to meet Doflamingo’s. “Bored?” He shrugged but she knew there was something off. His posture? The way he didn’t come up with something witty? Something… “What’s wrong?” He snickered again before he held his hands out. They suddenly became fists and strings appeared around her.
Just like the first time they had met, she didn’t flinch from being suddenly surrounded, choosing to stare at him instead. She held his gaze, even as the strings got closer and closer to her form. She didn’t know why he was testing her again. Even as the string was brushing her skin, she didn’t move. She never did. The strings around her disappeared and she raised an eyebrow. He smirked and moved his fingers one last time. She jumped slightly when something was lowered in front of her due to two strings. The strings disappeared and she barely was able to catch what was attached to them. She looked at the bouquet of flowers in her arms and her eyes were wide while looking at every single flower. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“You try to kill me and then give me flowers?” He snickered at the exasperated tone in her voice.
“You know I wasn’t going to kill you.” He said, before glancing at the flowers.She hugged the bouquet close so she could smell them and she finally gave him what he had been asking for. She smiled softly and turned to look at him in the eyes.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Doflamingo.”
Falling into weakness isn’t so bad, they both thought.
Can you do a scenario where Doflamingo is infatuated with the leader of a rival organization? But she's in an arranged marriage and is all about business, like if it doesn't help her or her organization than it isn't with her time?
Donquixote Doflamingo: She should have known that he would pull a stunt like this. Doflamingo was known to take what he wanted and she was no fool to his desire for her. Not that it mattered, (Y/N) thought to herself as her eyes shut and a sigh escaped her lips. She was only here to listen to Doflamingo’s request and, if it were to her standards, she would consider it. Her fiance on the other hand was throwing, what she would call, a hissy. She knew (F/N) was a fool but enough to engage the Doflamingo? Well, she may have to rethink this marriage after all, even if his family were the top weapon manufacturers. Her attention was brought back to the meeting before her when (F/N) slammed his hands on the table and stood up from his seat next to her. She cracked her eyes open and they followed his movements, not missing the smirk that took over Doflamingo’s lips.
“This is outrageous! You surely aren’t serious! This engagement is already in motion!” (F/N) yelled across the long table, (Y/N) releasing another soft sigh (which was accompanied with the sighs of her two hench people she brought with her). The blonde across the table didn’t let his smirk falter.
“It’s simple really,” Doflamingo pretty much hummed as he picked at his fingernail, “My executives have increased our weapon production by almost quadruple in the same amount of time that your family shipped out your last order. Which was what? 3 days ago?” (Y/N)’s eyebrow raised at his words. It was true. He was rising up the ranks so quickly that even she was impressed. He used to be just some newbie in her eyes but, as he sat across the table, he looked more giant than her fiance next to him. Said fiance was completely red in the face, however, and he was shaking.
“You’re just trying to make a fool of me, you-” Her fiance all but screeched. He was about to lean forward, most likely to yell at the arrogant man, until she spoke up.
“Stop. Not another movement.” She could see Doflamingo’s smirk widen and she rolled her eyes, her fiance frozen next to her. Well, this wouldn’t do. She needed the upper hand again. So, she leaned forward and let the string, that was millimeters away from her face and invisible to the naked eyes, cut her skin. She smirked as Doflamingo’s expression fell slightly and a droplet of blood rolled down her skin.
“W-What is this?” (F/N) stuttered, finally seeing the strings surrounding the room when the sun made them glint. (Y/N) held her hand up to stop her hench people from moving forward.
“Surprised? Pity. I thought you would have seen it once you stepped into the room.” She said, feigning disappointment. Strings filled the room, something that happened once they sat down, and even the slightest movement would cause injuries from their sharpness. She met eyes with the man across from her and silence fell in the castle’s dining room that they decided to have their meeting in.
She was sure of a lot of things. She was sure that Doflamingo loved riling people up. She was sure that he first wanted her because of her devil fruit, a voice that could make the most loyal soldier turn their back on their army, a weapon that he could use at his own disposal. She was sure that he loved the chase when she found others that were much stronger and could provide more for her organization. She was sure that he climbed the ladder rather quickly to chase her. And she was sure that all that chasing made him want her, not as a weapon. Did he have feelings for her? Debatable. Was he getting powerful? Absolutely. Did the man next to her pale in comparison to the blonde? That was becoming much clearer. Did she have feelings for him? Unimportant. Would his so-called family bring more opportunities to her organization? Without a doubt. Catching the eyes of her hench people pushed her final decision as she looked at the blonde, who was grinning so widely that she thought his head would split in two. Without a word, Doflamingo’s hand relaxed and the strings, so taut against one another, fell and disintegrated into the air. (Y/N)’s fiance crumbled into the seat behind him and she stood up instead. She smoothed out her clothes and her hench people went to her side.
“I believe it’s time to leave.” She said, taking the jacket that was outstretched to her and putting it on.
“But, ma’am,” her right hand started before her eyes glanced at the shaking man in the seat, “the meeting?” She whispered. (Y/N) fixed her hair after adjusting her collar, eyes closed as it was unnecessary to even give the man next to her the time of day anymore.
“Yes. I’ve come to the decision to agree with Doflamingo’s offer. We will make the appropriate adjustments, understood?” They both nodded and bowed their heads as she went towards the door. She ignored the exclamations and begs of her ex-fiance and decided to look over her shoulder at the blonde man. She rolled her eyes at his smirk and turned back towards the hallway. “Be prepared.”
“Oh~ I am.” She heard him snicker as she left the room.
This gif thing is so fun! What about Doflamingo, Marco, Crocodile, Law, and Skanks overhearing that the person they've been in love with for a long time likes them a lot too
(This is so cute)
Donquixote Doflamingo:
Of course he knew. He’d even walk straight up to you and confess, already expecting the answer.
Marco the Phoenix:
Wow... He knows now and that gives him a lot more confidence. He won’t approach you right away but he makes sure to confess soon.
Red Hair Shanks:
He’s so happy and he’d probably burst out from where he heard you and immediately confess, clinging onto you and teasing you.
Sir Crocodile:
Well, this is an interesting development. He invites you to his room for a drink and doesn’t bring up how he heard you.
Trafalgar Law:
Oh. You really didn’t just say that. Oh, but you did... Huh. Well, this is gonna be great. He’ll probably stand behind you until you notice and confess after your flustered state.
(I MESSED UP ON THE SCREENSHOT AND I COULDN”T BE MORE ANNOYED BY IT)
Character/Pairing: Doflamingo x Reader (Part 1 here)
Genre: Angst(?) Also, this might be the closest that I’ve written to being troubling so Trigger Warning (?)
Song: Meant to be Yours
Musical: Heathers the Musical
All is forgiven baby! Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!
You chucked me out like I was trash
For that you should be dead..
But! But! But!
Then it hit me like a flash
What if high school went away instead?
Those assholes are the key!
They're keeping you away from me!
They made you blind, messed up your mind
But I can set you free!
The flames that surrounded you couldn’t warm up the coldness in your veins. You were sitting on the ground while looking up at the tall figure in front of you. Your hands were shaking violently against the ground and you could barely take a breath, afraid of the strings that surrounded you. The cut on your cheek was enough of a warning for you to not move a muscle. Your pupils shook as you looked at the man in front of you, looking at you with that same smirk and sunglasses. You weren’t stupid; Doflamingo was pissed. You wanted nothing more than to snap your fingers and use your devil fruit to escape.
Where would you go? You were sitting in the middle of the only home you knew, other than Doflamingo’s castle, and it was consumed in flames, screams filled your ears as the other executives had their ‘fun.’ You watched as the strings maneuvered and you shut your eyes tightly; this was how you would die. The strings moved and suddenly the space in front of you was free and you heard footsteps come towards you. His presence was close enough to you that it made a bead of sweat roll down your temple. You stiffened as you felt his fingers grasp your chin and you forced your eyes to crack open. You met the dark tint of his sunglasses but he tilted his head slightly and you were able to meet his eyes through the glass.
“Now, (Y/N), I knew you’d come back here.” At the screams filling your ears, you had to really hold back the tears that were forming in your eyes. “You tried to run.”
“I’m sorry.” You murmured before fully processing the words.
“Hmm… I’ll forgive you, (Y/N).” Even though that would be comforting words in any other situation, your body’s nerves were tensing up by the minute.
I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
I can't take it alone!
Finish what we've begun!
You were meant to be mine!
I am all that you need! You carved open my heart!
Can’t just leave me to bleed!
“Now, (Y/N), you’ll come back with us once we’re done, right?” A few tears slipped from your eyes but you nodded slightly, feeling the strings around your wrists loosen.
“Yes, sir.” He released your chin and stood to his full height. When he finally stepped back from you, you felt your lungs finally take a complete breath of air.
“Good. Plans have been halted without you so we will head back.” You didn’t know where a surge of confidence came from but you turned your head to look up at him.
“Why?” You felt a couple of tears slide down your cheeks. “Why did you destroy this place?... My home?” You choked out. A shiver went down your spine at the blank expression on his face. Another shiver when he smiled.
“This was never your home. It lost that privilege when you joined me. Now come along.” He retracted his strings and you were allowed to get up. Your fingers itched to snap so you could disappear but where would you go? Your island was becoming nothing right in front of you. You looked at the fire next to your foot and turned your gaze to the floor. With a heavy heart, you followed after him.
*Send again, because she is sooo clumsy* Hi! :3 I'm so happy, cause your Ask Box is Open. Can I have some scenarios, where Doffy, Sanji, Kid and Marco return their s/o and child(ren) home island/village etc (after a looong time), but the place is full destroyed and their family is... dead? The feeling, the reactions (fe. revenge) or whatever.
(Y/N)- Your name(H/C)- Hair color(E/C)- Eye color(Y/D/N)- Your daughter’s name(Y/S/N)- Your son’s name(Y/1/T/N)- Your 1st twin’s name(Y/2/T/N)- Your 2nd twin’s name
(Angst warning, TW: death/gore/blood)
Donquixote Doflamingo: It was about time that he went to visit his real family. He had left his lover and his newborn child on an island where they could grow up happy and safe. It also hid them from the enemies he accumulated within the last 5 years.
Using his devil fruit, he sailed through the air and navigated his way across the sea, just from memory. The closer he got to the island, the more he found that his heart was racing. After so long, he’d finally see his love and his child.
Once he landed on the sand of the shore, the smell of soot and fire hit his nostrils and his veins went cold. He followed the path and tried to keep himself from running. He made it over the hill and he faltered in his step. He stopped when he caught sight of the city below him.
Buildings were knocked down and wooden frames were charred, some even still burning. Some flames were still flickering to life around the ruins and Doflamingo could see the charred bodies of the people that occupied the town. As he stepped through, he could see weapons strewn about and he found himself running. He’s seen death, he’s caused it, he’s destroyed islands and people’s lives before… The closer he got to the house where he left his lover and child, the more his heart race. They weren’t untouched from the destruction.
He stood in front of the ruined charred house. He didn’t realize he was panting until he stood in front of the rubble. Before he could stop himself, his voice escaped him in such a way that he would have winced at his own weakness if it had been any other situation.
“(Y/N)!” He stepped over the broken wood planks and concrete that fell from the walls, eyes frantic behind his sunglasses as he tried to spot any sign of life. His veins went cold at the sight of tussled (H/C) strands under pieces of debris and broken pieces of wall.
Frantically, he used his strings and raised the debris, only to fling it far from the area. He crouched down next to their body and lifted them, his arms trembling a bit. They were too pale and too motionless. He moved his hands to grasp their shoulders and shake them. They didn’t move or even let out a breath.
Their body was covered in bruises and cuts, a lot of the injuries being defensive wounds that Doflamingo had seen before. Their hair was matted and singed while their (E/C) eyes stared lifelessly. When they continued to not answer or react, he placed them back down on the ground, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he tried to keep his shudders down.
He stood up and looked through the debris until he spotted a small hand. He felt his legs carry him, even though his knees could collapse at any moment. Doflamingo grabbed the piece of rubble and threw it off, immediately falling to his knees at seeing the small victim.
A small girl, barely the age of 5 years old, lay motionless there. Her long blonde hair was covered in soot and singed at the ends. Her body covered in injuries, making the older man unsure of whether it was from the destruction of the building or from a personal attack, fury going through his veins at the thought.
He cradled the young girl in his arms as his figure couldn’t stop trembling. He should have taken a precaution. He should have paid attention to that threat. The only love he’d ever had was dead a few feet away from his dead child.
He gently placed the young girl down and sat down next to her body. He looked though the inside of his jacket and took out the Den Den Mushi. His gaze never left the bodies of his small family. He barely registered when a voice answered on the other end but he finally responded.
“Diamante. Make sure someone comes to this island and picks up (Y/N). Bring her and (Y/D/N) back. I have something to deal with.” Diamante started talking but Doflamingo just hung up and put the Den Den Mushi away. Blood was pumping to his ears and behind his sunglasses, all he saw was red.
He took one final look at his daughter and his only love. He would prove to whoever did this that they messed with the wrong man and that they would regret ever threatening a family that he didn’t even have a chance of being there for.
Black Leg Sanji: After all the chaos and danger, Sanji decided that a little break with his lover and children was greatly needed. He wanted to keep them safe from the life he lived and the people he came from. The wellbeing of his family, the one he made and the one that loved him, was on the top of his list. He could barely contain the jitters going up and down his body when he leaned against the railing and Nami called out how close they were.
His eyes closed, the faint ache in his body soothing slightly at the memory playing behind his eyelids. The small arms around his neck tightened their hold as he listened to the soft sobs coming from his little 3 year old boy. His (H/C) strands tickled against the older man’s cheek as the small boy continued to cry. Giving one final squeeze and a gentle kiss against his forehead, Sanji handed him over to his love. He then knelt down and looked at the teary (E/C) eyes of his 5 year old princess, an almost uncanny resemblance of his mother. She could only hold her composure for so long, rushing forward to give him one final hug. He whispered some soothing words before stroking her hair back and slowly standing up, finally meeting his love’s eyes.
He remembered how their (E/C) eyes wavered and tears filled them but the gentle smile on their face never left their lips. Careful of (Y/S/N), he rested his palm against their cheek and pressed a gentle kiss on their lips, whispering a promise of returning to them. As the ship sailed off, he didn’t stop waving at the island, even as it disappeared from view.
His eyes slid open as the ship came to a stop and a bright smile lifted his lips. He hardly waited for the rest of the crew as he jumped off the railing and followed the path up to the city. His walking turned to jogging that then turned into a sprint. The edges of his vision were blurred as he focused in on the path ahead of him. He heard the call of his name from behind him but he ignored it, every step that much closer to his family.
His running slowed down to a complete stop when he finally caught sight of the town. His eyes wide and his mouth falling open at the sight of collapsed bodies covering the streets. The once bustling streets of this town were so quiet that he could hear his breathing start to pick up. The smell of iron filled his nose and it took all his restraint to not throw up. He crouched down to the closest person and shook their shoulder gently.
“Hey! Hey! What happened here?!” There was no response from the cold person laying in front of him and he stood up, feeling his legs start to shake. “Anyone! Is anyone out there?! Answer!” His voice echoed and bounced against the buildings and his heavy breathing turned to hyperventilating. The crew seemed to have caught up since their calling of his name got louder. Suddenly, ringing overcame his hearing as he started sprinting to the one area, that he hoped and prayed to whatever god or gods out there, was untouched from this massacre.
The door on the building was knocked off its hinges and, as he took his final step onto the top of the stairs, he saw a path of blood leading from the door inside. With shaking legs, he willed himself forward and swallowed the lump in his throat. He entered the kitchen and he nearly collapsed at seeing that the blood path lead to the back of the counters. He stumbled his way over and clutched onto the counter to stop himself from falling over as he choked out a sob. His love laid there with bruises lining up their arms and a fatal wound on their chest. Before he could fully comprehend what he had witnessed, his legs were following another path made up of blood droplets. He leaned against the wall, his own breath choking him and his vision blurring.
“(Y/D/N)…. (Y/S/N)…. Please… Please….” His own whispers were way too loud for his ears as he made his way to the room down the hall. He could barely register the gasps that came from the entrance as he pushed the half-cracked open door. A sob left his lips as he saw his daughter and son in the middle of the room. He rushed over and fell to his knees, hands shaking above the motionless bodies. His daughter was covered in cuts and bruises, hair matted with blood and tangles. But, in her arms, her brother laid. The small boy was in a tight grasp of his sister’s protective arms and Sanji could see the bruises that littered the boy’s face from what peaked out.
Tears fell onto the siblings and shaking arms lifted them out of the blood pool that they laid. Holding them tight to his chest, sobs and pleads of their names came tumbling out of his lips.
The rest of the crew stood in silence as they heard the sobs and screams come from the room down the hall, confirming their suspicions. Tears fell from most of their eyes and a silent vow of vengeance for their broken cook was planted in each and every single one of them.
Eustass Kid: He tried to hide how eager he was but it was all in vain. He never thought he would have wanted a family but there he was. A father. He hadn’t married his lover, promising them that they would eventually after he took down one of the emperora. Having a child with his lover made him go on edge and decide it would be best for all involved to leave the two of them behind as to not distract from the mission. That’s what he told himself anyway.
He could still remember the way his 4 month old son rested in the crook of his arm and looked up at him with half lidded (E/C) eyes and small chubby hands reaching up to touch his face. His tuft of red hair fell over his eyes and a yawn left his lips as he slowly fell asleep, Kid watching his movements. It took longer than he’d like to admit to finally hand (Y/S/N) back to his lover.
Now held in his other parent’s arms, Kid ran his human fingers through the soft strands, looking down at the child just like his partner was.
“I’ll come back.” He murmured.
“I know. We’ll be here.” He looked up at his partner who was smiling at him but the way their eyes crinkled showed how they were willing the tears away. How he got someone that was the opposite of his personality was beyond him, especially having a child with them. But leaving them behind would be best. He grunted and gave them a final kiss before setting off, his pride stopping him from looking back.
Now as the ship neared the coast, he felt nerves up and down his blood stream. It has been only a couple months but he felt his fingers jitter at the thought of seeing his little squirt and his partner. His son would be turning a year soon and he was able to make it.
When they landed, however, Killer was the first to notice something was amiss. With a hand on his weapon, he looked at his captain as the first scent of iron filled the rest of the members’ noses.
“Boss.” Kid gritted his teeth and his fist clenched, clanking against the metal.
“Split up. Find (Y/N) and (Y/S/N).” The crew stayed silent as they followed orders. Kid went up to the town, the familiar smell of blood getting stronger with each step. He went to the town that was falling apart and where dead bodies lay across every surface. Men, women, children, and even animals were not spared from the massacre. Kid’s familiar with death, he causes it and he makes sure no one survived. For a fleeting moment, he hoped that the people that did this weren’t as thorough as he.
He heard the crackle of the Den Den Mushi and the sound of Wire’s voice came through. He reached into his jacket and pulled the snail out, making Wire’s voice clearer.
“Captain, we found them. To the East of the village.” Kid tucked the snail back in his coat and he went to the East side of the village. He didn’t realize he was jogging until he saw his crew mates. Heat had seen him first and rushed to meet his captain as he made his way over.
“Master Kid. I think it’s best if you don’t see them.” The captain grit his teeth and walked past the blue haired man. He could see Killer and Heat duck their head away from their captain as he edged closer.
The red haired captain thought he had seen death, thought that nothing could be able to phase him anymore, thought that he was prepared with whatever he was about to face. He had never felt such weakness hit his legs until the moment he saw (Y/N) and his son. There they laid, their skin covered in bruises and their clothes tattered and burned. Kid could see the defensive marks all over their body and how hard they must have fought just to protect the small child in their arms. His son was pressed between the arms and chest of his lover, tear stains on his cheeks still prominent.
His crew could see how his fists clenched and shook. They saw how some metal started floating but the shaking of his body and said metal pieces told them that he wasn’t going to get out of control. Not right now at least. They gave him time to grieve as he knelt down next to his small family. He would grieve now... but his wrath would fall upon the people who did this. Even if it was the last thing he would do.
Marco the Phoenix: After the war, he needed to see his family. He already lost too many members of it and he just wanted to see his love and his beautiful twin girls. The remaining crew members were ecstatic in seeing the other members of their family and agreed that a break from such a traumatic time in their lives was needed.
The ship got closer and closer to the island and Marco felt an odd feeling in his abdomen. He dismissed it as excitement but, as the island appeared over the horizon, he felt more of a need to throw up. At the shore, there were ships that were wrecked and ripped apart. Some parts of the ships were scattered across the sand and even the trees from afar were charred.
“Oh no...” He heard Izo say from next to him.
‘It’s nothing... Just an accident possibly...’ He thought to himself, trying to convince himself. Even with his false hopes, he jumped off the ship once they landed on the shore. Without waiting for the others, he rushed to the main city on the island. He felt his heart sink into his stomach when he ran past the Whitebeard Pirates that was tattered with bullet holes and burned.
A million thoughts ran through his head. He thought his family could be safe on an island where his crew would be in charge of. After the war, some pirates must have seen it as a chance to attack. He was panting heavily once he got to the entrance and he could feel his usually warm body go cold.
Signs of a battle were all over the town. Soldiers and pirates were fallen and the city was in ruins, some flames still simmering. It must have been recent, he deduced, not even two weeks. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sprinted again. His vision was blurring as the town was way too quiet and there was no sign of life. He finally stopped in front of the house the crew had helped build for his lover and kids, panting heavily and his eyes tried to hold back the stinging.
He rushed through the doorway, where the door was kicked down, and looked around. His breath hitched as he got to the kitchen and saw a trail of blood. Tears filled his eyes and he slowly took a few steps forward.
His lover was sat against the wall, bruises covering their arms and in the most unhealthy state he had ever seen them in. On their lap, was his twin girls, small duplicates of his love. (Y/1/T/N) had her eyes closed with a makeshift bandage wrapped around her head. She was leaning against her parent with a small stream of blood coming out of her mouth and the bandage soaked with blood. He could see that in her hand, she was holding her sister’s hand. (Y/2/T/N) was leaning against her parent, blood soaking through her shirt and a makeshift bandage peaked out from underneath.
Marco fell to his knees in front of the three of them, hands shaking and tears falling endlessly from his eyes. How could the world be so cruel? Hadn’t he lost enough? His family didn’t deserve any of the torture they had to endure. He was frozen in place, vision blurring and his tears mixing with the blood on the ground. He could barely register what Haruta, Izo, Jozu, and the doctor they brought with them.
“(Y/N) must have passed from ignoring their own needs. The twins don’t look dehydrated or starved so (Y/N) must have taken care of them until their last moments.” The doctor whispered to the other three.
“So, the twins must have died first...” Haruta muttered, tears falling down his eyes and trying not to hiccup. The doctor nodded solemnly.
“Their injuries were far too fatal. (Y/N) must have tried their hardest to keep them alive this long...” He murmured again as Marco crawled forward and hugged the three of them tightly. He let out a soft sob as the familiar warmth from them was vacant and they were limp in his arms.
“Marco...” A shaky voice called out to him. “We’ll avenge them. We’ll avenge them all. You can count on-” Jozu was interrupted with Izo putting their hand on his arm.
“Jozu... Let him grieve...” Izo led him and Haruta out of the house as the grieving phoenix stayed there, clutching his family as tightly as he could and try to keep his sanity in place.
Could you please do a scenario with Kidd, Killer, Law, Corazon, and Doflamingo where their girlfriend (or a family member) has Asperger syndrome and how they interact with her? You can have it in their perspective if it makes it easier for you. Thanks.
(I hope I did your request justice and that I didn’t offend anyone. I tried to research this to be accurate. I alternated family member and girlfriend. She/Her pronounsd.)
Eustass Kid: (Sister) He thought she was weird when they were younger. She never talked when they were in public but, when she did, he wanted to drag her away because she would focus on one subject and not move from it. His patience was short with her but, as he’s gotten older, his temper is quick to calm down around her. Now is one of those times were he was grateful for her intense focus.
He leaned his head on his palm as he watched her tinker with his arm, a screwdriver in her hand as she opened another panel and tightened the screws. She voiced what she was doing and what piece did what in his arm. It was more of a one sided conversation but they both were used to it. He flexed his fingers, earning a glare from her, although she didn’t meet his eyes.
“Don’t. The rivets will pop out.” He hummed as she disabled his finger usage.
“Rivets? I don’t know what that is.” A groan came up the back of his throat as she went into the history of rivets and all the properties they help in. As he stared at his sister, obviously ignoring her ranting, he couldn’t help but think about their childhood. She was obviously different and she was constantly tortured but he had a violent older brother. He was unrelenting to her abusers especially when the insult they used was to call her ‘stupid.’ His blood boiled even now. Just because she didn’t know about social cues or conversations does not mean she’s stupid. He heard a final click and snapped out of his thoughts before losing his temper and watched as she tightened the screws on the panel. He stretched his fingers and turned his arm over.
He looked at her and ruffled her hair in the middle of her explanation on how to keep it clean, making her whine in protest and slapping his hand away. Did he mention that they shared the same temper? Because they do.
Killer: (Girlfriend) Surprisingly (yet also not surprisingly), he was able to deal with his girlfriend’s condition fairly easily. He had experience with Kid as his captain so, again, easy for the masked man. He had found her little quirks endearing and found a way to make it work for both of them. She wasn’t used to eye contact so his mask made it so much easier for her to speak with him. The crew was usually avoided for the violent tendencies so she only really had to speak with the crew. Even if there was a need to talk to a stranger, Killer always stepped in and finished the conversation or chased them away.
He actually liked when she would tell him her new obsession, actually enjoying her long talks even if they were one-sided. She was extremely smart as well so it was almost difficult for him to keep up but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
He sat on a rooftop with her, watching her fiddle with a book that was on her lap. The small town they docked at was just a supply refill but she had found interest in the history and immediately asked to go find a book about the history of it. Of course, he couldn’t say ‘no’ to her.
“The town is known for it’s lumber. Did you know that?” He hummed and leaned back on his hands, looking at her.
“No, dear.”
“Well, it is. It also is known for its glass windows and glass carvings.” He would answer every couple seconds to let her know he was listening, although he wasn’t even sure if she was listening. All he took pride in was that she was meeting his eyes through the mask and that was enough for him.
Trafalgar Law: (Cousin) As a child, he didn’t really understand why she acted the way she did. He found her…. weird. Of course, he was a child and it was actually his father who had diagnosed her and told Law how to interact with her. They lost contact for years until he decided to look for her. She was the only family he had left if he believed the rumors. He did find her.
For him, it seemed like her condition worsened and he tried to find ways to ‘fix’ her. It dawned on him after she explained a rather complicated surgery to him that she wasn’t broken at all. There was nothing to fix. Her social cues were off but her intelligence and physical movements were beyond perfect. He had to suck his pride in and apologize to her, admitting that he was wrong in trying to find treatment that she didn’t need.
He treated her like anyone else on his crew, although still fiercely protective of his only family member. He watched over her shoulder as she finished stitching up a slash on Bepo’s paw and listened as she voiced out medical terms and the procedure. Of course, Bepo looked a bit green at her explanation but Law would sneak in some words of affirmation.
When Bepo had scampered out of the room, Law looked at (Y/N) and help up a medical book. “I got this for you. Its got a new technique that you’d find interesting.” Without a word, she took the book and plopped down on one of the waiting chairs, not blinking an eye when Law sat down next to her. She was possibly smarter than he was but he wouldn’t admit it, of course.
Donquixote (Corazon) Rosinante: (Wife) Oh, how he loved her. He was the one that expressed it mostly but he knew that she loved him as well. With his words, she reciprocated with a small pat on the back of the hand or her attempt at connecting eyes. It was adorable to him. He had to protect her from his brother, fearful that he would use her. He knew that his wife was much more intelligent than the average person. maybe even smarter, so to keep her away was the best he could do.
His heart twisted in agony when he had to tell the rest of the ‘family’ that his wife was nothing special and couldn’t be helpful to their cause. He endured the mocking of having ‘a useless wife’ after that but would face his wife and apologize, almost in tears. She wouldn’t understand his tears but would quietly pat his fingers, her own way of calming him. When he came back, covered in soot and cuts, he had already been sat down and (Y/N) was dealing with it. As she brushed soot away from his face and the cuts, her voice remained constant as she wiped his cheek with a napkin.
“You’ll get infected one day and have a bigger problem. Bacteria can manifest itself and cause this scratch to become a wound-”
“Yes, darling.” He grinned as she briefly peaked at his face but continued her, what he called, ‘lesson.’ As he gazed at her face, a soft smile lifted his lips, watching her lips continue to spout about bacteria and taking care of infections. Yes, he loved her oh so very much and he was honored that she had chosen him.
Donquixote Doflamingo: (”Sister”) He didn’t really think much of her when she was first brought to him. He first smirked at the way her eyes darted around the room instead of meeting anyone’s eyes, he had thought it was fear. He was surprised, which rarely happened anyway, when she interrupted Diamante’s explanation of her. She pointed to the corners of the room, clearly stating which walls had faulty foundation and how one could attack the room. Doflamingo caught Diamante’s eyes and smirked to himself, finding her intriguing already.
That’s how she became their tactician. He had called her his sister because in his words: “She’s as smart as I am so why shouldn’t she be?” She quickly found herself within their group and, even though they knew nothing about her, she was an important part of the ‘family.’ Doflamingo sat in his chair with a leg crossed over the other as one of the executives expressed the plan of attack for a new kingdom. He didn’t even glance at the map as he tilted his head to the side to look at (Y/N), who was sitting next to the window and glancing out.
“(Y/N), any faults you found?” There was a scrape of a chair and soft footsteps stepped closer to the table. Her finger pressed against the map and a foolproof plan escaped her lips in rapid succession that corrected the problems of the first plan and made the ones in the room have to take extensive notes.
“There are plenty of ways to avoid this army if you just looked at the map correctly.” She brushed back her hair before turning her head a bit in Doflamingo’s direction. His wide grin was on his face as he nodded back to her seat.
“That’s my girl. I’ll get you a treat.” She groaned and looked back out the window.
“I am not a dog. I want cake.” He snickered and looked back at the men in front of him, smirking.
