More Like Throwing Out The Trash Is The Worst

I just noticed that it is illegal for them to be hot and cute

hey ushijima, mattsun, sakusa, semi, daishou, tendou, ennoshita, washio, kamasaki, numai, terushima and aone.. if you're out there.. i am in love with you and want to give you this kith 😚

MEIAN (”r u lost bby gurl?”) SHUGO

meian shūgo, 29, pro-volleyball athlete and pussy pounder 🤤

meian (monster cock, turning 30 this year, rich as fuck, i-breed-girls-only-bc-they-beg-me) shugo

bby girl, you ARE NOT WRONG

SUKUNA IS DANGEROUSLY SEXY

Reminder:

- Oikawa is so beautiful, mwah

- Kuroo is so hawt, mwah

- Osamu is hubby material, mwah

- Atsumu is so fine, mwah

- Kita is perfect, mwah

- Hawks is precious, mwah

- Nanami is perfect, mwah

- Gojo is... Hot, I guess

- Sukuna is dangerously sexy

I could go on, but I think I'll bore people with my simp list.

he is drinking his daily ‘respect women juice’

I NEED A BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT

Bokuto literally does not get why boyfriends get embarrassed about getting period products for their s/o’s.

“It’s what their bodies do, they can’t control it. What’s so gross about it man?”

He has zero problem with going to the store for you.

Mans has your preferred products memorized, you don’t even need to tell him what to get.

ʚ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 ɞ chapter four

ʚ synopsis ɞ You haven't been able to sleep for a while, and Bepo has the solution to your problem. As you develop a friendship with the polar bear, you fail to notice the jealousy of a certain captain.

pairings : Bepo & Fem!Reader + Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader

words count : 7.6k

content : fluff, angst, spider.

note : The return of classes delayed the publication of this chapter, but here it is at last. I hope you like it! o/ English is not my first language! Important : When I write that a character blushes, floats on a cloud, has hearts in his eyes, I'm writing it so that it reads like in a manga. For me, it doesn't matter what skin color or logic is behind certain reactions, it's clear in my head that it's really cartoonish. However, I understand if some people feel excluded, it's not my goal to limit you.

Chapter one // Chapter two // Chapter three

[start of flashback]

The Straw Hats' adventure in Alabasta can be summed up as a race against time, the need to defy the clock to save a kingdom lost in lies. By offering their help to a princess in need, the crew gained a new member. Unfortunately, out of obligation, she stayed with her people. A noble decision. When you left the land of the dunes, you refused to erase the X on your arm. The memory of the brave fighter refused to leave your mind, you already missed her. "We'll need you in the future, don't forget us!" she told you with a huge smile.

Even though Vivi has stayed behind, her place in the crew will never be taken by anyone else. She is, and always will be, the princess of the Straw Hats.

When Nico Robin invited herself into the crew, under the pretext "you forced me to live, you're going to pay the price", she didn't replace Vivi. There was no need to discuss it; it was like an unwritten agreement. Like Zoro, you didn't approve of your captain's decision, Robin had a reputation that could tarnish the name of anyone associating with her. One by one, the Going Merry pirates fell under her spell for trivial reasons. Money, beauty, humor - none of these things appealed to either the swordswoman or the writer. Both of you looked at the woman with an unfriendly eye.

"Captain, I'd like to have a word with you."

"Shishishi, not right now, Robin does-OUCH! It hurts!"

"Now!"

It wasn't the first time you'd grabbed Luffy by the cheek, but it was definitely the first time you'd felt anger towards him. Away from the ears and stares of the others, you intended to explain your sudden burst of agitation to him:

"Luffy, we can't welcome Nico Robin among us."

"Why not?"

"She was born under a dark star."

"…"

"That means bad luck follows her like a shadow."

"Oh, that's ok!"

"It's… ok!? Luffy, you don't understand! Nico Robin doesn't carry the nickname Devil Child for no reason. Ever since she was born, she's been wreaking havoc wherever she goes. If she stays with us, we risk having the marines on our asses non-stop. Do you know how many crews Nico Robin has ruined simply by being present among them? She travels from ship to ship to get wherever she wants, no one-"

Huh. When you said those words out loud, you immediately realized the obvious parallel. Slowly, you stepped back and placed a hand in front of your mouth, lowering your gaze to the ground. Luffy didn't understand the sudden change in your behavior; he tilted his head and waited for the continuation of your speech. But nothing left your mouth for several seconds.

"Forget what I said." you whispered.

Maybe Luffy forgot, but you didn't. From that point on, you stopped complaining about the arrival of Nico Robin in your group, which didn't please Zoro. "What did she do to change your mind? Did she give you ink and paper? Did she give you a story to write?" You would have liked to answer your crewmate's sarcasm with the truth, but revealing part of your past was out of the question. "Nothing." you replied, without emotion. "Yeah, right." murmured Zoro.

Skypiea had been an out-of-this-world adventure. From beginning to end, you felt like you were living a dream. The intensity of the journey from sea to sky clearly took years off your life, and your anxiety had never been higher. To this day, you refuse to admit that you fainted under the pressure of the wind and the stress, and that Sanji was forced to hold you tightly between his legs to prevent you from falling.

When you arrived on the island, you found it hard to enjoy the clouds like your companions, spending your time writing down everything you saw in your notebook. How could you ever forgive yourself if you dared to forget a single detail of this land? An island in the sky, for God's sake! It wasn't every day you came across such an extraordinary discovery! It was beautiful, really. Until reality caught up with you and sent you off on another crazy adventure. Beating a god, eh?

During the peril, you got closer to Robin. Maybe it was the age, maybe it was the things you had in common, but to your surprise, you felt comfortable with her. So much so that you asked her something that shocked her. "Can you teach me to read poneglyphs?" Robin had met many people who wanted to take advantage of her knowledge and ability to read the mysterious steles, but no one had asked her to learn to read them.

"Those who are able to read the poneglyphs are in grave danger. As you know, the government wants to keep a part of history a secret. If you wish to obtain this knowledge, you must accept becoming not only a target for the government, but also for rich and powerful people.”

"Hm… I understand and accept the consequences that come with this knowledge. The government could send their best agent, an army, gods, whatever, they'll never succeed in locking me up in a cell. Luffy will never let them touch me."

At the time, you hadn't been able to decipher Robin's smile or the sadness in her eyes. A few days later, your words were echoing in your head over and over again. It's stupid, but you trusted her. And even more stupidly, you could easily have guessed what would happen next. You were the first to tell Luffy that Robin was going to betray you. And that's what happened. But she'd made a mistake. Didn't she understand what you told her at Skypiea? Luffy doesn't let ANYONE touch his crew.

If you thought the desert and the sky were adrenaline-pumping adventures, they didn't compare to the archaeologist's rescue. Chaotic was the right word to describe Enies Lobby. Even during your time in the marines, you'd never been confronted with such high levels of danger. The more time passed, the more unexpected obstacles were placed in your path, and the less you saw a way out. Entering a government domain to save a single soul who had chosen to abandon you? From your point of view, you would have described the situation as a suicidal mission. And unfortunately, you know a thing or two about suicide missions.

You put your heart and soul into saving Robin. Never thinking for a second that you'd survive.

Which is why you're still in shock to be back at Water 7 without a major injury. Enies Lobby is behind you. Facing a CP9 agent wasn't on your list of things to complete before you die, but now that box is checked. This journey has made Robin realize that she's not alone in this world, and that she can't escape in silence. No matter what she decides to do, Luffy will bring her back to the Going Merry. That goes for Usopp, too. And… you.

Like the others, you raised a glass to victory and spent the night celebrating. Your smile never left your face, but behind that cheerful mask lay a great sadness.

[end of flashback]

The Thousand Sunny's dining room is bursting with good energy. To welcome the second crew, Franky adjusted the table to accommodate all those who wish to take part in the meal. The quieter ones opt for the aquarium or the outside tables. Some prefer to enjoy their food away from the greedy captain who, without hesitation, steals from the others' plates and makes horrible noises with his mouth. You too had a hard time putting up with the young man's tendencies, but after hundreds of lunches at his side, you've gotten used to it.

With a kick, Luffy opens the door and announces his presence by shouting to his cook that his hunger is about to crush him. Oh, what a lovely smell, you think. You recognize the aroma of your favorite breakfast ingredients. If your stomach wasn't rumbling before, well, it is now. You notice that the usual places at the table are in disorder, with the exception of the captain.

"I've reserved a seat for you! You're going to sit next to me!" He seems so proud of his decision, you don't have the courage to ruin his good deed by telling him that reserving a seat was unnecessary and far too kind. You could have joined the others under the sun, but you suspect that your young captain wouldn't accept this alternative, so you follow him to the end of the table and sit down on the chair intended for you.

"TORAO!! BEAR!!! HERE!!!" shouts Luffy suddenly, waving his arm in the air, as if he wasn't visible to the duo at the door.

You greet them discreetly with a simple wave of your hand - there's no need to damage anyone's ear. Law sits down opposite to you, and Bepo in front of Ikkaku. The polar bear scratches his cheek and lets out a long yawn. If Luffy hadn't woken you up, you're sure you'd still be glued to Bepo, deep in slumber. You want to express your gratitude to the duo, but alas, Sanji arrives like a tornado and places a plate of food, a bowl of fruit and a large glass of orange juice in front of you.

"For madame, her favorite breakfast with fruit cut in the shape of a heart to express my admiration for her beauty, intelligence and entire person. Your presence on this boat brightens my days, calms my nights and gives me the strength to pursue my dream. I'd be willing to find water in a desert for you, I'd be willing to pick up the moon-"

You hug Sanji for a split second. "Thank you, Sanji." you say with tenderness and sincerity. After the night before, you know that your crewmate is trying to show his support by offering you your favorite dish and complimenting you. Although you've heard him repeat his words to other women, you know he's not lying.

The focus of the audience was already on the cook, who was declaring his love, a less surprising sight, but the intensity of his words seemed a little more pushed and thoughtful. The hug ended his tirade, but only increased his fire. He took several steps back and succumbed to a heavy nosebleed. You are convinced you've shut down his brain when he tries to speak, but his words make no sense. He floats back behind the counter like he's on a cloud.

You start eating your breakfast in silence, listening to other people's conversations and thinking about what you're going to do later. You wonder if Bepo is free, if he'd like to swim together again or explore the jungle. You can't resist the urge to wander through the wilderness, feeling like you're in an adventure book, just like the famous fictional archaeologist.

At one point, your attention is drawn to Usopp, who is telling a totally true and very believable story. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a hand sliding across your plate.

"Luffy!" You quickly grab his filthy little claws to keep it from contaminating the fruit. "Don't touch what's mine, just ask me if you want anything."

You hear him growl, but he asks if he can have some of your fruit, which you happily accept. Sanji has given you too big a serving. You lean over to place the fruit on your captain's plate, and he too leans over to smell your hair. Luffy loves your shampoo and has told you on several occasions that he'd like to eat it if it weren't bad for his body.

"You don't smell like usual, you smell weird."

"Hey, don't criticize (y/n)-chan! Her smell is delightful!" replies Sanji, frustrated and ready to defend you to the death.

"It's not an insult, it's true! She smells like… like…" Luffy scratches his head and thinks. He digs deep into his brain, until he comes up with an answer. "She smells like Torao!"

At this statement, a number of people start laughing, and you yourself give a short giggle. You've slept in his bed, so it's not surprising that your hair adopts his scent, but you didn't think it was obvious. It's amazing how your captain can notice the little details. Ikkaku is the second person to lean over and sniff your hair.

"Oh yes, that's right! She smells like cheap cologne and trust issues."

"I do not." Law hadn't intended to intervene, but after that low blow, he owed it to himself to respond and protect his image.

"Sure you don't, big boy." replies the young woman with a smirk, proud to have made her captain react.

"So shitty cook," begins Zoro, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Does that mean you find the smell of Law delightful?"

War was declared between the swordsman and the cook. This first attack gave both crews a good laugh and even brought a smile to Law's face. The mood of the morning promises a day full of joy and teasing. What's more, Nami says the sun should be out all day and the wind gentle. Good news indeed!

You continue to devour your meal, avoiding Luffy's attempts to steal it. You don't notice Nami nodding to Chopper and Luffy. Your captain suddenly begins to annoy Law. The little reindeer clears his throat. "(Y/n)!" You turn to him with a smile, inviting him to continue his speech. "There's a medicinal plant I'd like to add to my stock, and I'm confident there's some in the forest! But I can't go, I've got to clean the infirmary and air out the space. Would you like to go and get some for me, please?"

"Oh, why not! I didn't have any plans today. But wouldn't you rather go together after you've finished cleaning up?"

"Er…" Chopper looks at you with a far too wide smile and round eyes. A bead of sweat slides down his forehead. "I-I…"

"It’s going to take all day!" urges Nami with a suspicious enthusiasm.

"Y-yes! All day! And there's no guarantee the weather will be nice tomorrow!" confirms Chopper with a nervous laugh.

From the way they talk, you can tell they're hiding something. What exactly? You don't know, but you're determined to find out. You just hope it's not a surprise party or a bad joke.

"Right. Bepo, would you like to come along? We could listen to Uta's album!" You sincerely hope the polar bear will agree, you long to spend time with him.

"Bepo can't, I'm going to help him work on his maps." replies Nami.

Bepo looks at you with sad eyes. "Sorry…"

You're happy the two are going to spend some time talking about their passion- ah but, you don't even know if Bepo is passionate about this topic! Not all navigators love their job… Arg! You've got so much to talk about with Bepo, you can't wait to get to know him better! Admitting you're a little jealous of Nami is not pleasant. You lift your spirits with the thought of being able to talk to your new friend at the end of the day and, who knows, maybe sleep in his fluffy arms.

"Robin?"

"Sorry, I'm helping Chopper clean the infirmary."

"Franky?"

"Sorry sis! Usopp and I are working on a suuuper project!"

"Brook?"

"Yohoho! I'm composing on a new song and I won't lie, this forest is giving me the creeps!"

"Ikka?"

"No, I can't. In fact, most of the Heart can't. We have to clean up the control room, two idiots caused a rampage during the night. Believe me, I wish I could go with you."

Pfft, no one can, seriously? You've got four people left on your list. Luffy, a traveling companion who's bursting with energy, but causes trouble every time, so that's a no. Zoro will be lost in less than five minutes. Sanji must stay on the boat to cook, or Luffy will panic. Jinbe…

"Jinbe!"

The fish-man enters the dining room and is startled when you call out to him. You look at him with an excitement he rarely sees in your eyes these days.

"Would you like to come with me to get some medicinal plants?"

You join your hands and beg him with your gaze, it's impossible for him to resist your beauty! You're too busy charming Jinbe, you don't see Shachi, Penguin and Nami silently panicking. Before Jinbe can respond, Penguin stands up and shouts, "JINBE WILL SHOW ME HOW TO SWIM."

Everyone turns to the young man.

"I am?" questions Jinbe with surprise.

"O-of course! You are the best at swimming, after all!" replies Penguin.

You just can't believe it! You know very well that Penguin is one of the Heart's best swimmers, so why are they trying to send you off alone into the forest? It's a bit too dangerous to venture off on your own into an unfamiliar place on an island strangely devoid of inhabitants, this plan doesn't suit you. Unfortunately, you've got nothing better to do. You could lock yourself in the library and try to write, but once again, inspiration isn't there. Well, you have no choice.

You finish your plate in silence, disappointed in your friends.

After breakfast, you return to the girls' bedroom to choose your clothes for the day. You've got your pajamas in your hands and you're about to drop them into the dirty laundry, but a thought stops you in your tracks. If your hair smelled like Law, then… your shirt should, logically, have the same smell, right? Everyone was laughing this morning. Luffy thought your perfume was unusual, and Ikkaku declared that her captain smells like cheap cologne. You, on the other hand, disagreed.

With trembling hands, you bring the shirt up to your nose and inhale the poison that is Law. Without realizing it, your eyes close. Yes, it's definitely his smell. Masculine, fresh, comforting… You suddenly open your eyes and throw the shirt at the end of your arms as if it had burned you. With a petrified look, you fall back onto your bed and try to control your heavy breathing. Holy shit, what did Sanji put in your food?!

You don't know what possessed you, but it was definitely strange. There's nothing wrong with finding someone's perfume pleasant, but smelling their shirt in the hopes of getting a little hint of it? That's not really normal. It would be humiliating if the doctor knew what you'd done, you can imagine how creeped out he'd be. Shaking your head, you push away the wicked fiend that has taken over your body for a few seconds. You settle back on the bed to make yourself a tad more comfortable, needing to take your mind off things and get ready to venture alone into a forest, yay…

A long sigh leaves your lips. The sun may be shining, but your mind is clouded by loneliness. Two crews and no one available to spend a couple of hours with you. It shouldn't bother you so much, but fuck, you feel as if you've fallen into a black hole and are slowly being forgotten by everyone. Forgotten or ignored. Chopper trusts you to pick a plant, which should reassure you, but it doesn't. Does he really need this herb? Maybe he wanted to get you away from the boat so you'd finally give them some space. Maybe they've all lied and are going to have another beach day without you.

But… Bepo wouldn't lie to you. Would he?

Fuck, you feel sick again. The beating of your heart makes you nauseous. The pain that took over your body yesterday seems to be coming back even stronger. Experiencing a panic attack, this time in broad daylight, would be painful. You don't even know if you'd be able to show your face again after such an unpleasant event. Yeah yeah, tomorrow's a new day, but it's morning, for crying out loud! You don't know what's going on with you, but you're sick of feeling so helpless in the face of your own thoughts.

You leave your bed to finish what you came to do: change your outfit. You choose clothes appropriate for the weather, but also for the woods. It would be awkward to repeat Nami's mistake and get sick from an insect bite. Nevertheless, you opt for a style that will prevent you from overheating in the humidity of the forest and under the sun's harsh rays. You allow yourself a slightly revealing look, knowing that no men will bother you.

When you open the bedroom door to leave, you jump back at the sight of the Heart captain. His fist is raised, as if he's about to knock. Your heart speeds up for a different reason.

"H-hey. Do you need something?" you say as you close the door behind you, awkwardly stepping closer to Law.

"You didn't ask me if I was available to accompany you."

You let out a small "oh" out. The heat rises to your cheeks and you try to find the right words to express yourself. For a moment, you wonder if you have offended your interlocutor. Since Punk Hazard, Law has shown no interest in including himself in the life of the Straw Hat pirates. He remains an outsider, and you respect his choice, but by watching him keep his distance, you've learned to remove him from your options. Inviting him as a courtesy never even crossed your mind.

Besides, as you know, Law doesn't pay you any attention except in moments of extreme danger. Although, that seems to have changed. Yesterday, he put sunscreen on your back, let you sleep in his bed and gave you a hug this morning! Oh boy, the hug. You hadn't thought about that. Oh no. You must be as red as a tomato right now!

You're trying to find logic in Law's change of attitude. Wano has been a stressful time and many have had close calls with death, some have had triggers about their lives and their intent. Perhaps Law is one of those people. That's a far-fetched theory. Another theory would be that Bepo asked Law to be more open to you and stop being a fucking wall without feeling. The polar bear has the power to manipulate his captain with his adorable soft eyes. Then again, it doesn't make sense. It's only been two days since you got close to Bepo, you don't think the navigator would confront his captain for so little.

“Did you wanted-”

"I've already asked Tony-ya for the herb he's looking for, let's go."

He leaves you no choice. Without warning, Law teleports you to the beach and takes the lead. You're so confused by this turn of events, you don't retort, following him closely.

As you enter the forest, you pass by the campfire where you fell asleep on top of Bepo on the first night of your reunion. You smile as you recall the polar bear's kindness. If it hadn't been for him, you probably wouldn't have been able to leave the ship. Then you think about what Zoro told you. Luffy put an end to the party in order to let you rest in peace. You've also discovered that Franky was the one who covered you with a blanket. You don't understand why you panicked earlier. Your crew obviously likes you.

The jungle is dense. You and Law soon discover that there is no clear path and that you have to move around like explorers. You need to pay attention to where you're walking to avoid holes and potentially dangerous animals. The further you advance, the more you become overwhelmed by the sounds of the environment. It's enough to make anyone paranoid. You keep glancing behind you, convinced that a snake is about to slither onto your shoulders. Law appears indifferent to his surroundings, so you try to maintain a calm attitude and stay close to him.

Unsurprisingly, Law isn't much of a talker, so you're the first to break the ice.

"Hey, what are we looking for, anyway?" you ask after realizing that you don't even know what to look for. After all, Law didn't give you a chance to visit Chopper before leaving.

"Piper aduncum, or better known as matico. The plant smells like pepper." he replies, sounding as monotonous as ever.

"Okay, what does it look like?" It's nice to know the name, but it's not going to help you be useful while searching.

"A green leaf with no particular features."

"Great, it's a good thing I totally saw a picture of this pip.. pipre.."

"Piper aduncum." he corrects you, without even bothering to turn towards you to speak.

"Yeah, that." you mutter, holding onto the straps of your backpack with some strength.

His lack of interest, or so you think from his nonchalant attitude, gets on your nerves a bit. The guy may be a real hottie and an eye candy, but that doesn't excuse his eccentric, dominant side. And not dominant in a sexy way, more in a know-it-all, “well, actually-” way. And the worst part is, he usually knows everything! Law is incredibly smart, he's a goddamn doctor. Sometimes you'd like to possess the breadth of his knowledge and be able to shut the mouth of those who think themselves superior, sometimes you'd just like to get down on your knees in front of him and show your admiration for his brain.

It's strange because you know very well that Robin is the smartest person in the world, yet you don't want to kneel before her and worship her rich knowledge. That would be ridiculous and almost humiliating.

Law slows his pace and turns to face you, looking a little embarrassed. "I teleported us without realizing there was a possibility you didn't know what the matico looked like. Talking to you before leaving would have been preferable."

The frustration you'd experienced a few minutes earlier disappears as soon as Law explains his reasoning. Plus, he's stopped walking like a giant and taken the time to look at you. Now you feel a little bad about overreacting and criticizing him in your head.

"Don't worry." you reply. You would have liked to follow up with "I'm not mad." but that would have been a lie.

From then on, Law ceases to lead the way and stays by your side, adapting to your pace. You don't know whether this is his attempt to apologize or simply to keep an eye on you. Either way, he has a motive. You've noticed the Heart captain has a tendency to over-analyze, and there's a reason behind everything he does. It's something you respect about him, even though it seems mentally exhausting.

Clouds slowly hide the sun.

Maybe you should turn around and go back to the Thousand Sunny. Without a clear image of the plant in your head, it's impossible for you to help find it. You're like a little dog who follows Law without question. You don't mind spending time with him, it's a rare thing, but you suspect he's not there for the fun of it.

You should tell him what you're thinking, but something catches your attention. Finally, a smile appears on your face.

"Wait!" you shout.

Law stops walking and is surprised to see you skillfully climbing a tree. It shouldn't be surprising, but you've found a mango tree! Your new mission is to fill your bag with fruit and take it back to Sanji. "The cook is going to be happy." you murmur, giggling to yourself. High up, you don't see Law's little smile. He's admiring you and making sure you don't fall.

On the way back down, you hear Law say, "You know I could have picked them in seconds."

"That would take all the fun out of climbing a tree and picking them yourself, Torao!"

"You sound just like your captain." he murmurs, before resuming in a normal tone: "Please don't call me by that ridiculous nickname."

"Do you prefer Traffy?"

"No."

"Okay, Trafalgar."

"It's not even a nickname."

"Oh sorry, I thought you didn't want a nickname, Surgeon of Death."

Law pinches the top of his nose and shows you his back. You hold back a laugh at his reaction, you know you're playing with his patience, but you can't help it. He's so easy to annoy!

Even though you can't see him, Law hides his eyes behind his hat. "Call me by my name." he murmurs.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you, Surgeon of Death. Can you speak up?" When Law doesn't respond, you reach over and pat him on the back. "Hey, I'm teasing you! Come on, let's keep going!"

You grab his hand and start walking. Once again, you notice how warm his skin is, and this shouldn't turn your stomach, but it does. Every time you feel this strange sensation, you prefer to part with it as quickly as possible, no matter how addictive it is. For two reasons, you decide to abandon Law's hand and hold the straps of your backpack. One, your body is already demanding to reconnect and your heart is about to explode. Two, you'd rather be the first to distance yourself before Law does, which will hurt you even more. Why this would hurt you is something you don't want to understand.

Law had no intention of letting go of your hand, but he respects your choice.

The sun is completely hidden by clouds and a chilly wind appears. Nami said it was going to be a beautiful day, which is strange. You're starting to feel a bit cold.

The two of you keep walking in a comfortable silence. The Heart captain stops a few times to examine some plants, but doesn't find the famous matico that Chopper is asking for. Although he says he's sure there's some on the island, you're starting to think that's not the case. A long distance separates you from the ships, and the jungle density is getting progressively worse. The sun disappeared behind the clouds a while ago, but even without the clouds, the trees would hide most of the light with no problem. And you don't know where the wind is coming from, but the weather is weird.

To take your mind off things, you decide to talk.

"Thank you for stepping in yesterday and letting me sleep in your bed." you say, playing awkwardly with your fingers. You don't dare meet Law's eyes for fear he'll see you blush.

"It's nothing." he replies. His neutrality shouldn't surprise you, and yet.

"No, it's not nothing. Do you know a captain who would let an enemy sleep in his bed?" you insist.

"You're not an enemy."

Surprised by this statement, you can't help but turn his words against him in a playful tone:

"So, you admit to still being Luffy's ally?"

You stop yourself from laughing when you see Law's eyes widen. You've trapped him and you're going to talk about it with the others later. After Wano, Law kept repeating how the alliance was over and he and Luffy were enemies.

"No, it's not- You… You're Bepo's friend."

Ah. Bepo's friend. Of course, you should have known better. Maybe your theory earlier wasn't so far-fetched. Damn, why does it hurt so much to hear those words? Suddenly, you don't want to continue the conversation. All the answers you could think of would only aggravate your pain and irritate the captain. You weren't going to answer, but Law throws you a new question:

"Did you sleep well?" he asks. Again, you know Law analyzes everything and doesn't act without reason, even if that includes small talk. You wonder why he keeps talking to you.

"Yeah, I don't know if it's Bepo or your mattress, but I slept like a baby. I really needed it." you reply sincerely. No need to hide the truth, Bepo is the perfect sleeping companion and Law's mattress is so comfortable!

"Good. You can sleep in my room until you feel better." he declares as if it was a totally casual invitation.

"Law, that's too generous! My sleepless nights and nightmares don't concern you, it shouldn't affect your life and especially your night's rest." You hide your face in your hands and let out a low growl, frustrated by your interlocutor's kindness. Doesn't he understand that he's offering you a piece of heaven right now?

Law stops walking and you face him, letting your arms fall to your sides. You watch him with an annoyed pout.

"(Y/n)-ya, I've had insomnia since I was a teenager. I know the sleepless nights haunted by images of the past, by regrets and by mistakes. And when you finally find sleep, you fall into a world of nightmares that seem worse than reality, but when you wake up, you realize your life is a nightmare." declares Law in a dark tone. You notice that he's clutching Kikoku with a strong grip. "If my bed can help you break this vicious circle, I'm more than willing to let you have it."

For a moment, you say nothing. Law's words loop in your head, burned into your memory so you'll never forget them. You bite your lower lip to keep from crying, but the tears find their way to your cheeks.

You've been feeling so odd lately, like everyone is slowly falling away from you and life is morphing into a nightmare. Law has just described exactly what's going on with you. It hurts to know that someone else is going through this, but selfishly, it's a relief to know you're not alone. You know who caused Law's pain. If it were possible, you'd like to strangle Doflamingo and spit in his face, even if it would cost your life.

Seeing you cry breaks Law's heart. It wasn't his intention to provoke this reaction; on the contrary, he thought he was making you happy. Yesterday, when you were in a similar state, Nico-ya took you in her arms and stroked your hair. Should he do the same to calm you down? No, that's a bad idea. He'd love to hug and comfort you, but he can't do that. He's worked very hard to keep his distance from you, even though his efforts threaten to fall apart since yesterday. Damn it, he's an idiot.

He doesn't know exactly why you're crying, but whatever the cause, he needs to do something about it. If Luffy was there to tell him to cuddle you, he'd do it without hesitation. Hell, if you ask him to hold you, he will! And that's what he's hoping for. He looks at you with desperation, waiting for you to say the magic words, but it's obvious you're not paying him any attention.

You cry silently in front of the beautiful man, unable to turn around in fear of losing the strength in your legs and falling to the ground. Your body tilts slightly forward and your head is bowed. You don't dare to look at the doctor. You feel so small and weak. Right now, you really need a hug, someone to reassure you that everything's going to be alright. You feel so bad putting Law, the person who's least adept in this kind of situation, through this. You don't blame him for remaining silent.

Then suddenly, you feel something on your head: Law gave you his hat. You have no idea if he's as attached to his hat as Luffy is to his, but you understand that it's not just any old thing. You accept the gift like a tender embrace. As if you were Law, you cover your eyes with the hat and continue to cry in silence.

After several minutes, your tears stop flowing and you feel a little calmer. You've spent part of the morning feeling lonely and doubting the love of your companions. Strangely enough, Law is the one who makes you feel appreciated.

"Thanks." you whisper, as you wipe your face and sniffle.

"If you want to talk about what happened last-"

"No." you reply abruptly in an authoritative tone, giving him no chance to continue. You regret interrupting him and being so abrupt. "Sorry, it's just…"

"I get it. You don't have to explain."

You thank him, bowing your head. Maybe Law isn't so lost when it comes to communication. You could have blamed him for not trying to talk to you or distract you, but you didn't. By crying openly the way you did, it stopped you from trying to hide your pain and acting like everything was perfect.

On your toes and with Law leaning over, you put the hat back on his head.

"Although, I'm sorry I disturbed your intimate moment with Robin." you say with a smirk.

"What? No, that's not what- I was talking to her about- It was nothing to-" Law drops his mask for a few seconds and panics verbally.

You laugh heartily at his reaction. "Don't panic, I was just teasing. Let's go."

Law sighs discreetly and follows you without saying a word. Even though you're beautiful when you cry, he'd rather hear you laugh.

The force of the wind increases and shakes the trees in an eerie way.

Honestly, you don't know why you're continuing into the jungle with Law as the temperature changes drastically. Everything tells you it's not a good idea to keep going, but you want so badly to bring back what Chopper asked you to. Disappointing the reindeer wouldn't make you feel any better. If you come back empty-handed, you promise to offer him cotton candy as an apology.

You see a tree with pink fruit. As with the other trees, you decide to climb like a real monkey and collect your treasure. The Heart captain doesn't seem surprised by your approach and lets you do it without comment.

Compared to other trees, this one has many more branches and leaves. You're careful not to lose your balance or scratch yourself. With the wind, it's a bit difficult to grab the fruit, but you don't give up.

Huh. This fruit isn't like the others. You stretch out your arm to take the strange fruit, but your worst nightmare settles on your arm and moves upwards at an astonishing speed. Suddenly, your body and brain stop functioning. You let out a piercing scream and wave your arm in all directions to get rid of this horrible eight-legged creature!

Obviously, you fall.

Thanks to his power, Law catches you without difficulty and safely drops you to the ground, but you continue to panic. You hold your left arm as far away from your body as possible, as if it were infected. You jump on Law and cling to his shoulder, digging your nails in.

"GET IT OFF NOW! LAW! PLEASE!"

Among the Straw Hat Pirates, Sanji and you are known for being scared of insects and spiders. You can tolerate the presence of insects, but if they touch you, your soul leaves your body and you go mad. Right now, you consider yourself even more vulnerable than before. For God's sake, you let yourself fall out of a tree without thinking! If Law hadn't been there, you could have broken your neck!

“KILL IT, DO SOMETHING!”

The captain uses his power to remove the spider from your body, which was on your back, but he'll keep this information all the way to his grave.

"It's done."

When you're absolutely sure that the little creature is no longer on you, you catch your breath, but you don't let go of Law. This time, you know perfectly well why your heart is beating so fast - it's that stupid spider's fault. Still, you're surprised to feel your interlocutor's hand gently caressing your back, it's… pleasant. Then, suddenly, he stops.

"You're cold." he says when his fingers touch your icy skin, it's not a question.

You've had goosebumps for a while now, but you weren't going to complain about the cold. You trusted Nami and decided to wear summer clothes, it's your fault. The spider caused a surge of heat during its attack, but it wasn't enough to keep you comfortable. At least Law gives you some warmth. That's why you're disappointed when he ends the hug.

"We're going back to the ships."

You nod and rub your arms to warm up. You're about to turn back, but you notice that Law is taking off his hoodie. No way, he's crazy to be hot at a time like this! Why do men burn like furnaces? You understand why Franky is burning up, he's a robot, but Zoro!? It's almost inhuman.

“Take it.”

Ah. Law's giving you his hoodie.

You weren't expecting this. Normally, you'd decline his offer and prefer to fight the temperature mentally and probably run to the Sunny to warm up, but it's so cold all of a sudden, you can't find the courage to refuse. You take the garment and put it on as quickly as possible. You let out a sigh of satisfaction and thank Law for sacrificing his comfort. You don't know this side of Law at all, it wouldn't bother you if he were always like this. Although, it would take away his charm as a handsome, mysterious, tattooed dark-haired man.

You're glad you spent the day with him; you didn't expect to go through such an emotional journey. However, you feel bad about dragging him through all the twists and turns.

Law activates his power to create a blue sphere, but before teleporting you, he hesitates.

“Everything all right?" he asks, an almost worried look on his face.

You pause for a second, but decide to be honest. You get the feeling that whatever happens in this jungle, stays in this jungle.

"I'm sorry your day is ruined." you say with a sigh.

"Why do you think my day is ruined?" His tone is neutral, but you can hear the surprise in his voice, prompting you to continue without hiding your feelings.

"You're looking for a plant in the forest with me when you could do something else. It's not for nothing that I didn't ask you to come with me, that would have been a bit crazy."

"Why not?" he asks, curious to hear your reasoning.

"Well… you're a captain, you've got more important things to do." you say, avoiding eye contact.

"It means nothing, I'm a captain, I can do what I want."

"Yes, but no.." You pause, relieved to find that Law is giving you time to think about your words. "Walking around a forest for a stupid plant is irrelevant to you. You could have relaxed by talking to Robin, like you did the other night in the aquarium. You accept Luffy as an ally, but it seems you have no real connection with the rest of the crew, except Robin and Chopper." If he hears a tinge of jealousy in your voice, he doesn't mention it. "Otherwise, you could have, I don't know… read a book or carry on, whatever it is you're doing, in your office." You're already regretting your statement and the way you said it. It was clumsy.

"You talk as if you know what's going on in my head." he replies dryly.

"That's not what I meant, not really… Sorry to assume what you imagine, but you're not a very open person. It's very difficult to decipher you." you murmur with a sigh.

There's a long silence. You're convinced that the relationship you've built with Law over the last few hours is falling apart. And it's your fault.

"Instead of assuming and getting ideas, ask me directly." You're having trouble identifying what he's feeling right now.

"Ask what?"

“Everything.”

Huh. You don't know the man well enough to know if this request is normal. And you don't know him well enough to know if he's angry or… bothered? You're really going in blind, it's a dangerous game. "You want me to ask you anything?"

“Yes.”

He is not ready.

"Ever since Punk Hazard, you've been weird with me. What's changed since we last met that you're able to talk to me now? Did I do something to you in the past that made you want to avoid me?"

Law looks at you, but doesn't answer.

"What can I do to maintain this bond? Are you going to start ignoring me again as soon as we leave this place? Because if so, I'd rather have an answer now to prepare myself mentally for this loss."

Well, Law didn't think you'd ask that kind of question at all. He's shocked, but his face doesn't show it. Too bad for him, you're about to deliver the final blow.

“Do you hate me?”

You're stunned by your own words, as if you've just pronounced a forbidden phrase. Bepo has promised you that Law doesn't hate you, but you need to hear it. It's selfish, you know. It was a very bad idea to open that box, you realize.

The tattooed man's silence is strong. You give him time to digest your questions, but something tells you you won't get an answer. Law doesn't move, he doesn't even seem affected by what you've said, even though you know that's not entirely the case. No one can be so closed off.

Then why doesn't he say anything?

You beg him with your eyes. A simple yes or no is enough. But the silence persists.

Drops of water fall from the sky and envelop you in a sudden downpour. Law's hoodie no longer protects you from the cold. You're soaked to the bone.

"Okay." you murmur, sniffling. "Take me back to the Sunny, please."

Without saying a word, Law activates his power and takes you back to the beach.

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Not like I'm superstitious, but JAMES MILNER SHAVE YOUR FUCKING BEARD!!!!!!!

Didn’t anyone notice that cherry has a master kink?

his AI board calls him “master”

you cannot convince me otherwise

Imagine cherry with a messy bun

yes.

Title: Rainy Day Man

(Chapter 4 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: masturbation (male)

Chapter Synopsis: Kuzan knows when something is wrong. And if you won’t tell him yourself, he’ll deal with finding the truth through other means. He’ll do what he has to to protect you, the woman that he still cares about. But Doflamingo will not be letting go either as he already has one eye on the future and what you could become for him next.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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“Ooh, you’re up early. Isn’t that twice in a row now? What’s the occasion?” Admiral Kizaru’s lackadaisical voice drifted in from the open doorway.

Aokiji looked up from his seat at his desk, squinting a little actually. He’d already taken something for his headache, but it hadn’t helped much yet.

“Hina called me.” Aokiji answered honestly. “I’m waiting for her. She had a report she wanted to give me.”

“Uh huh,” Kizaru still sauntered in without specifically being invited. He then came to lean against the corner of Aokiji’s desk. He was carrying a small orange as his breakfast, now peeling it with his fingers. “Hina’s on her way back from Fish-Man island, right?” Kizaru asked as well. “Kind of stormy today for all that.”

Getting in and out of the Marineford gates was definitely trickier in large ocean swells. But Aokiji knew that Smoker’s ship had already made it out this morning. And being that Hina was on a coated ship, coming up from the sea floor instead should have made it easier for her group.

But Kizaru didn’t mind to keep talking when Aokiji hadn’t even answered him yet. “You know, I heard through the grapevine that you were out pretty late yourself last night. My men saw you at that new bar. And then leaving said bar with a certain troublemaking Captain too.”

Aokiji’s eyes were instantly more alert at that, his stare meeting the other admiral’s glance behind Kizaru’s amber tinted glasses.

“Touchy.” Kizaru commented at that look, but not at all intimidated. He’d gotten the peel off his orange now as he kept on. “She’s not your direct subordinate, so you know it’s not against protocol. I just thought it was interesting. Seems like she’s always stirring up something if she doesn’t have Tsuru around to keep her in check. Quite a fuss at Sabaody yesterday too.” He glanced around the office soon after though. “You got a trash can?” 

Aokiji sighed, pulling the small one out from under his desk for Kizaru to toss the orange peel into.

“So gossip travels at the speed of light too then does it?” Aokiji asked the other admiral.

“Always has.” Kizaru answered easily, using the tiniest blades of light to then segment that orange with a brief flash within his palm.

Aokiji really didn’t want to talk about this right now. But at the same time, if he didn’t comment at all, he knew how quickly everyone would just make the worst assumptions for you and he both. “Look. I’ll tell you the same as anyone else that asks. She’s my friend. And nothing happened last night. We had drinks as a group, and I made sure she made it back to the barracks without anyone bothering her. I did not go in her room.”

“Such a gentleman.” Kizaru mused, chewing on one of the orange pieces now.

Aokiji shifted back in his chair, knowing it was still pointless to actually let himself be riled. Not by someone like Kizaru at least who just liked to stir things up a little for the sake of alleviating boredom.

“I thought you had training drills to supervise today anyway.” Aokiji rebutted.

Kizaru only made a non committal sound to that.

“You just don’t want to stand out in the rain and mud do you?” Aokiji realized that a bit afterward, leaning his head further back against his chair.

The dull throb of a headache didn’t get any better as distant thunder rumbled through the walls from outside.

But even more distinct than the thunder was the irritated voice that followed from somewhere down the hallway.

“Where the hell is he!? Kizaru, get your ass out here! Drills are at zero seven hundred sharp!”

“Keep your shirt on, Akainu…” The man with the sunglasses and yellow striped suit replied, calm as anything. Though still seeming a little disappointed in how quickly he’d been found out. He didn’t look back however as he now strolled for the door. 

“Let me know how it goes with the captain if you would.” Kizaru sounded only just slightly curious still, not always the easiest person to read. In fact, more difficult than most in how little his narrow emotional range ever changed. “Sorry if I don’t believe you yet.” He added. “You’re not half the choirboy you pretend to be these days.”

Aokiji frowned a little at that, but still didn’t feel the comment too untrue as he watched the other admiral leave.

He could hear Akainu berating Kizaru further in the hallway as well after they’d run into one another.

But none of that was his problem right now. He hadn’t liked the sound of Hina’s voice on the phone. And he was further concerned really when she’d said it needed to be an in person conversation.

It was hard to explain. This unease he’d had ever since you and Smoker had gone at it that day in Mariejois. He’d felt guilty almost immediately too, embarrassing you both he knew by having to step in like that.

But someone had to stop it. Hina had been right about all that too. From the very beginning she’d said you and Smoker would never work. Just too stubborn, too similar to ever concede to one another. But Aokiji had still hoped for the best. 

He’d wanted to see the two of you be happy. Even if it meant watching something progress that he couldn’t have for himself any longer.

As it was now sitting alone here, tired and waiting for Hina, of course he remembered the mistakes he’d almost made last night. Because it would have been wrong to do anything when you were that vulnerable.

But even with you fully drunk, even knowing that you were still processing through a rough breakup, he’d almost kissed you. And he’d almost walked into your room.

Kizaru was right that he wasn’t as noble in heart as he tried to be in action. Every day was its own struggle of still learning what kind of man he wanted to be in the end.

He was just lucky that he’d had so many good teachers and second chances by this point.

But at this moment, it was Zephyr that had influenced these particular choices the most. And entirely only through tragedy that the instructor never would have wanted to become a lesson for anyone else.

It was something Aokiji could never erase from his mind. He’d been the one with then Admiral Zephyr that day the phone call had come. Zephyr’s only family, his wife and young son had both been killed.

Not accidentally, not by some twisted or horrible turn of fate, but specifically because Zephyr was an admiral. 

That was the only connection pirates needed to hunt down an innocent woman and child and attack them personally and brutally when they knew Zephyr was away and couldn’t protect them.

Never in his life had Aokiji seen a man cry like Zephyr did that day. And not just a man, but a father figure to him if he was being honest. To hear someone’s heart and soul ripped from their body that way, it had done something to him too.

He remembered feeling lost, and coming back to his quarters that night. You were there in his bed too. Already asleep for how late it had taken their ship to get in.

He’d sat in a chair and drank while you slept. He’d drank so much and still it hadn’t been enough to dull that feeling.

Because he couldn’t let it be you next. 

Everyone knew then that he was gunning for the next admiral position as soon as one might open. And he knew realistically that he was going to get it. 

He would be an admiral, and you would be a target. You were too young to put that kind of weight on you. He was sure you’d find someone else and be fine. You didn’t need him to make you happy. He was just lucky enough to have had the short time he did with you.

Lucky enough to be your first.

But it didn’t give him any right to drag you down with him. 

With your hard headed pride, you would have refused to accept his reasoning of not wanting you hurt. Because you still thought that you could fight anyone, take on anything. It’d been easier just to say that you were too young for him then and leave it at that only a few weeks later.

And he thought he had made the right choice with time. He’d even been happy the day Smoker came to him talking about this firecracker of a female marine he’d met. One who Smoker had gotten into a passionate argument with which had turned into much more out on a joint mission together.

Aokiji had completely given his blessing then. Because he trusted Smoker, and he knew he’d take care of you. But here, only two years later, it was now just back to the beginning.

You were hurting all over again. Yet there was still more to it that he couldn’t understand. He absolutely trusted his instincts that this went deeper. Just as much as he trusted the dread in his stomach which told him that whatever Hina was coming here to say was going to be fully related to whatever had wrapped itself around you now.

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The thunder rumbled again outside as his back muscles relaxed further beneath the hot water. The shower stream was now as hot as he could stand it as Doflamingo tilted his head back, letting the water run down over his throat as well.

It still felt a bit surreal, to have something he’d wanted for so long this much in his grasp. He wondered if he’d ever really tell you what his thoughts had been even from first sight of you those few years ago.

He’d hinted at it in Mariejois, but he doubted you remembered much of what he’d said then. Probably just the fucking and the fighting had occupied your thoughts there, not that that was wrong.

Trading blows with you versus sliding his cock into you, both those experiences occupied very similar pleasure centers in his own brain to be true. And oh how he’d savored it when you’d finally given him the opportunity.

But to this day, Doflamingo distinctly remembered the first time he’d ever seen you.

In the North Blue, at another of Tsuru’s traps. It was in a dirty little town, like so many of them that he’d moved through back then. 

Tsuru herself was occupied at the shore, keeping his current ship pinned in port to block full escape.

But Doflamingo wasn’t on that ship. He’d already decided it was time to sacrifice it. Time for something new. 

Moving back through the island, his foot soldiers had run into more of Tsuru’s forces on the other end. 

And that’s where you’d been. 

Doflamingo had heard the gunfire and stayed above it. In his dark suit at the time, and blond hair more spiked than he wore it now as he’d tried to determine his easiest route through.

He hadn’t wanted any of Tsuru’s crew to see him and report back to ruin the ruse. But hiding above to move across the low rooftops had also given him an excellent vantage point.

You weren’t alone by any means, working with a group of marines beating his soldiers back. But you were new, and extremely noticeable as your rope dart had gone around his field captain’s neck and you’d brought that man who was twice your size down to his knees.

Doflamingo had hesitated, hearing the choking sound even from there and the words that followed as an argument broke out below.

“(Y/N), we’re supposed to take them alive!”

“He tried to shoot me in the face!”

“(Y/N)! What did Tsuru say!?”

“…okay, fine!”

And you’d loosened the rope just to promptly be shot at again with a smaller gun that captain had hidden. Of course your stupid friends had nearly gotten you killed with their meddling. 

But Doflamingo had already been smirking as he’d realized what had really happened. The bullet may have been a small caliber, but the aim had still been true.

The shot should have sank right between those nice young breasts. But it hadn’t. It had ricocheted even as you grunted from the discomfort of the strike.

Armament haki is what it was to his surprise, even in a little shit like you. He’d also taken the time to notice your bare legs and nice looking thighs too. All visible with that short skirt as your boot had come up next to crack the captain’s jaw in return and send him sprawling back onto the ground. The man fully unconscious then as you’d argued with your crew some more in the aftermath.

Had his cock twitched in his pants for you even then? 

It absolutely had, but he’d had to be on his way, escaping the island and all of you soon after. From there on he’d paid more attention of course, keeping an eye out for any glimpse of you anytime Tsuru’s crew was close.

And occasionally he’d have a soldier giving a report about how they’d narrowly escaped your ensnarement. On those days especially, as they recounted your violence and the means you were willing to take just at the edge of what Tsuru would allow, he’d known he wanted to get you alone.

You’d been a little too young then in truth, but you acted enough like a woman by Doflamingo’s standards at least. Taking on his men and thwarting his plans like a full grown marine. He’d wondered often back then if you’d even had a man inside you yet. 

It should have been him. It would have been too if Tsuru hadn’t always kept you so close. Even Trebol and Diamante had asked him more than once if he just wanted them to catch you the next time and bring you back to him to get that fixation out of his system.

But he could never agree. The timing just wasn’t right. Rosinante had disappeared with Law not long after and things had just gone to shit for a while as he’d wondered if his plans for Dressrosa would ever come to be.

He’d never forgotten about you, but he’d had to focus on cleaning his own house and that alone. Weeding out the traitor and finding the Op-Op fruit to secure the future.

And then he’d heard about the up and comer Kuzan, the ice logia user. The underworld agreed that that man was going to be a real problem and surely an admiral soon. And it wasn’t that pirates gave a shit about the love lives of marines. But whenever someone got that big, every weakness had to be explored. And so he’d heard about Kuzan’s personal life too.

Oh, he’d been in a terrible mood that day he’d first found out. His officers were absolutely perplexed then until they realized what had happened. You had become a woman truly then, one that belonged only to Kuzan.

But it didn’t last. And he’d become king of Dressrosa anyway. He was busy again, securing that and eventually his warlord position along with it.

And then you were with Smoker. Another logia user that the underworld was keeping an eye on. Doflamingo had wondered if you had a fetish for logia types specifically.

In the brief times he had gotten Crocodile to submit, he knew how interesting logia users could be in bed. Though sandy sheets and the grit it made on his cock likely wasn’t as fun as ice or smoke ghosting between your legs had been for you.

But the past was the past. He thought of you back then the same as he thought of you now while he touched himself. Alone here still in his hot shower as he splayed one hand against the wall.

He had been cleaning off the mess of the night before. But he was done cleaning now as he considered all the versions of you that he’d known just for this long.

That brat in the North Blue who he could have made a woman of.

The too proud marine you were now that he was just starting to bend beneath him.

And the intangible partner that you had the potential to become if he kept shaping you in all the ways that he wanted. 

Because he could take even more from you if he chose to. Your freedom, your body, even your life as a marine. You could be so much more than all that.

His hand was moving further back between his legs now. He squeezed his own sack, closing his eyes under the running water.

You could be a queen. You could be on your knees in front of him every day then. So needful for your husband if he only bid it. He could teach you how to hold him like this. Hold him as he’d slide his cock into your willing mouth and ask you to squeeze him while you sucked him off.

He squeezed his sack harder at that idea too, the discomfort only heightening his arousal as his hips began bucking slowly.

You still had no idea what he could really be like as a lover. The two in person times with you this far had still been far too rushed. If he could really get you alone for days at a time, he could show you then.

Slow and steady, working you up to a fever pitch until you’d be begging him for more.

His thigh muscles tightened as he finally let go of his heavy sack to begin stroking his thick shaft again.

What would you want though? Would being offered such things entice you at all? Or would he have to force it all on you? 

He wasn’t above that obviously. He already had forced you, and he’d do it again if you insisted on playing with him that way.

He could rape you. He could kidnap you. He could make you his wife, make you his consort. He could force you to bear him offspring. He could make you raise them as demigod princes or princesses. 

And when the day finally came to tear it all back down, to rip the other gods from heaven and take their places, you and any children you bore him would serve on your knees as his spared favorites.

That is what he wanted for you.

That was the highest form of affection that the madness of Donquixote blood could offer.

And he was finally able to admit it. Even as his toes were trying to curl in the puddle of the shower that he was still standing in. 

He was squeezing his cock, and rubbing it from tip to base as his spine straightened up and he breathed out your name. If he couldn’t have true heaven again yet, cast out to the surface world as those traitors had done to him, he would survive on only these tastes of paradise for now.

He felt it when he buried himself between your thighs. Heaven within hell. 

That’s what you were becoming for him. It didn’t have to make sense. It didn’t have to be explained. He felt it and he couldn’t let it go now. Not now, likely not ever.

Doflamingo cursed as he came hard again. It was wasted seed that should have been all for you as he shuddered and it landed thick against the shower wall.

Somewhere outside the skies were thundering again too, but he couldn’t care about distant threats right now. He sat down in the still running shower. The hot water and steam made him feel more overheated than he was as his hand covered his unprotected eyes when he didn’t want to close them under the water any longer.

As he used a string to pull the lever on the opposite wall, the water finally stopped. Leaving him nude and dripping, sitting on the expensive tile as his muscles trembled slightly once more. 

He was going to make this work, for him and for you. It had to.

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Aokiji was staring at Hina’s somber expression, the office door closed to all others as she repeated for him.

“Hina doesn’t understand why either. But Hina knows what the boy said.” Her eyes were sharp, but not unempathetic. “(Y/N) didn’t report it.”

Aokiji had his elbows on his desk, hands up with fingers intertwined and his lips resting against them. But his entire body was tense.

“Kuzan…” Hina tried. “You need to give her a chance to explain.” 

“No.” His voice was short as he lifted his head again from behind his hands.

Hina watched him carefully still, but also glancing down to the small rings of ice now forming where his elbows met the desk.

“Then what are you going to do?” She asked next.

“I’m going to find out from the source.” He had stood now, those tell tale puffs of water vapor also leaving his mouth with the words. The temperature in the room had shifted.

“This stays between us, Hina, until I know more. Understood?” The cold of his voice more than matched the room now.

But Hina wasn’t afraid as she nodded. “She’s our friend. Hina wants to know the truth too.” Though as she watched Aokiji gather his coat and umbrella she looked a little more concerned. “Be careful please. It’s rough out there.”

“Sabaody isn’t far. And big waves freeze the same as small ones.” Was all he replied, walking right back out of the office door.

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The heavy rain was now fully pelting the windows. Doflamingo had gotten dressed and had brunch some time ago, now reading through pending contracts in his makeshift office here at the beach house.

He’d planned to leave back out for Dressrosa this morning. But he was in no hurry. There was no reason to risk damaging a good ship in this weather. He and the limited crew he’d brought could either leave tonight or tomorrow morning when the seas had calmed.

So he was only trying to catch up on all the work he’d had with him as always. He had no phone meetings scheduled for the next few hours at least. So besides the blowing storm, it was still quiet enough that he actually had some music playing as he analyzed the documents.

It was just instrumental music. Symphonies recorded generations ago now spinning on a record nearby. The relaxing sound helping him concentrate on the profits he was double checking in his calculations.

He’d found a percentage he didn’t like and was just marking it out to make an amendment when a different snail rang.

It was a short distance one, just for paging him within the house. As of course what he called a simple house was actually a seaside mansion of several floors.

He was a little annoyed regardless, but clicked the connection open. “What is it?” He asked, still staring down at his numbers through the red glasses he’d already put back on.

“Master Doflamingo, sir.” Some random male staff member he didn’t even remember the name of sounded heavily flustered. The warlord didn’t stay at this house often enough to have bothered to learn all the workers.

But he tried not to lose his patience, still waiting for whatever the message was. He didn’t like to be put into a bad mood when doing paperwork, it made room for mistakes.

“Sir,” The staff member did continue just as nervously. “You have an unscheduled appointment here to see you.”

And again Doflamingo tried not to snap back. The nature of the word appointment meant scheduled. It was an oxymoron to say it the way they just had. “Who?” He just asked instead. Was Disco dumb enough to come crying here again? Or maybe some idiot rookie pirate who thought just throwing themselves at him could earn them a place on his crew?

“It’s marine Admiral Aokiji, sir.”

The ink pen in Doflamingo’s hand broke before he’d realized he’d even squeezed it harder. Black ink now flowing all over his hand and the paperwork beneath it.

His heart was pounding and his haki followed suit with the adrenaline spike. His mind had to catch up as he felt his lips stretch into that nervous smile he couldn’t always control.

What had you told the admiral then? Had you betrayed him already after all? 

“Sir?” The peon questioned after the long delay in response.

The symphony was still playing in the background as Doflamingo tried to clean the ink from his hand as if wiping away blood. He could only find the antimacassar, that separate overlay of his chair headrest to wipe it on.

“I’m coming.” He managed a reasonable tone regardless as his mind still continued to race. 

Aokiji would not come here unless he at least suspected something. But it didn’t mean he knew everything either. And even if he did know more than he should, what could he realistically do about it?

Doflamingo knew that even all he’d done to you this far wasn’t near enough to lose his warlord status. The marines might be aghast on principle, but it was the World Government who really made the rules. And they wouldn’t give two shits if a random marine got herself railed by a warlord. 

Maybe her skirt shouldn’t have been so short? Maybe she wanted it and only changed her tune because she didn’t want to be demoted? That’s exactly how those old shits thought. Hell, that was probably how most of the marine brass thought.

If Aokiji did actually care about you, it’d only be your own career that he’d be detonating if he revealed it all. Because why wouldn’t a pirate and even a king fuck a feisty little thing like you if given half the chance?

People would expect it from Doflamingo. But not from a self righteous marine. Double standards were fun that way.

His heart rate had slowed already again as he went through all of this in his head in just moments. He had wanted Aokiji to know a little bit too. He had to remind himself of that. He was just surprised that the admiral would confront him already. It was only supposed to be doubts about you at this point. Not the full blown realization. 

Doflamingo’s hand was now as clean as he could get it for the time being. He slipped back on his feather coat before heading out into the hallway and down the curved staircase.

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Aokiji was standing waiting in the massive foyer, rainwater still dripping from his coat and dirty boots. He’d left a light trail of mud across the pristine marble floor.

And of course Doflamingo was smiling, just like anytime he’d ever seen him as the tall pirate emerged at the top of the stairs. Hands in his pockets, and dramatic pink coat moving with him as he took the staircase down in no real hurry to get there.

“Admiral Aokiji.” The warlord spoke so smoothly, the light of the chandelier above creating the illusion that those red sunglasses were actually glowing. 

Like a demon’s eyes, evoking the warlord’s epithet as he continued. “Quite a nasty day to come all the way here for what I’m sure could have just been a phone call. Are we being called to war? Tell me it’s something that exciting for a man like you to come knocking at my door.”

“I’d like a private conversation with you.” Aokiji answered plainly, betraying nothing yet as he did glance around at all the staff still gawking at them from multiple doorways that opened to the foyer.

“Easy enough.” Doflamingo answered, pulling one hand out of his pockets to motion it like shooing away animals. “Out!”

And they did scurry away so fast too. It was pitiful really. Not a backbone left among them. All stolen by the man in front of him no doubt.

Aokiji did allow them all enough time to get away, but he also noticed how much Doflamingo seemed unwilling to come any closer then.

They were facing each other. The pirate still on the stairs, legs actually staggered to have one foot above the other on different steps. As if ready to move quickly if needed. And keeping himself at higher ground.

And Aokiji still near the center of the foyer, forced to look slightly upward to make eye contact with the warlord on the stairs.

“I want to know what happened in Sabaody yesterday.” Aokiji asked. It was not friendly any longer, if it ever had been.

Those glasses were watching him intently, he felt it. “I already gave my statement. Vice Admiral Vergo signed off on it.” 

“Vergo wasn’t there until it was already over. He can’t verify what he wasn’t present to see.” Aokiji carefully moved his hands out of his marine coat in test.

And he saw Doflamingo’s calf muscles tense even from this distance. He was ready to jump. The problem was, that even if you knew someone was guilty as sin and giving every sign of being so, that knowledge didn’t help with a pirate of this level.

Because when there was that much sin, Aokiji couldn’t know what thing was really being reacted to. There was no doubt in his mind, standing here in this literal mansion, that every single painting, statue, and elaborate light fixture was dripping with the blood money it’d been paid for with.

“Let’s try it this way,” Aokiji shifted strategies then. He did not mind being fully blunt when needed. His patience was wearing thin. “Captain (Y/N) was attacked. I know her skill level. Of anyone confirmed there at the auction house yesterday, you’re the only one strong enough to have done it. So why wasn’t that in your report, Doflamingo?”

The smile didn’t change, but the tension in it did. The warlord’s jaw tightened as he raised his other hand from his pocket with equal care to what Aokiji had. “This isn’t private enough yet. One moment.”

And suddenly the sound of slamming doors echoed throughout the foyer. Not simultaneously, just in random succession throughout the large room as Aokiji did catch the brief glint of strings moving through the chandelier’s light. 

“Even mice like to eavesdrop at times.” Doflamingo commented once every door out of this room was now sealed.

It was also meant to remind Aokiji that he was easily still within the warlord’s attack range to be sure. But the admiral never moved.

“What did you do to her?” Aokiji asked again then instead, no longer skirting anything.

Last night the merboy had warmed up to Hina enough to ask about you. He’d been so worried that the ‘bad man’ would come for you again. Hina had sworn to Aokiji that she offered no leading questions to the boy after that, but only let him speak of his own experience to work through it.

The boy had likened it to what he already could understand from life on the seafloor. He said Doflamingo had come at you from above, a predator in every sense of the word. He’d used his claws on your neck and his jaws on your face. 

His jaws over your own mouth to be specific.

Hina said there was no question to her that the boy understood what he’d seen. And that he’d also heard your bloodcurdling scream even through the closed door after Doflamingo had taken you into the office to fight further.

You weren’t someone who truly screamed. Aokiji had seen you take horrible injuries in the name of protecting your fellow marines. And never had he heard a sound like what the boy described to Hina come from you.

And so he waited now, that question hanging in the air as Doflamingo stood above him on those stairs.

“It sounds like you’ve been talking to eavesdropping mice yourself,” The warlord breathed, his tone colder as well now. Both of his hands had remained out in the open from his pockets. 

“Everyone’s voice is as loud as anyone else’s to me. The source doesn’t matter.” And Aokiji was absolutely watching those hands. He realized one of Doflamingo’s palms was stained with black as well.

“How…human. Everyone equal, is that how it goes?” Doflamingo questioned. His chest was rising and falling a little faster now from beneath his open shirt.

He’d no doubt seen that thinnest layer of frost forming from beneath Aokiji’s boots and beginning to spread up from the admiral’s wrists as well.

But Doflamingo’s tongue was also a weapon as strong as any string. Any marine who’d been around him at all knew this.

So Aokiji wasn’t entirely surprised when that deeper dig finally came. The warlord was daring the admiral to make the first move. Wanting to be able to claim self defense if it came down to it no doubt.

“Were the voices in Ohara just as loud too then, Kuzan?” It was almost a hiss. ‘Come at me if you can’ it said.

A snake cornered in its own den. That’s all Aokiji saw now. Those flat fangs bared in the widest smile.

The fangs that he truly believed had bitten you.

“My crimes are my own.” Aokiji spoke, that resulting twist in his chest would have goaded him only a few years ago. But he was smarter now. “I’m here to talk about yours.”

It was almost a barking laugh so suddenly from the other at that. As if Doflamingo truly couldn’t control it as his hands trembled in what seemed to be frustration. He couldn’t just fight his way out of this if Aokiji wouldn’t attack him first.

“You think I’d really hurt her, Kuzan!?” The warlord’s laugh kept on, echoing through the foyer. “Tsuru raised her. And Tsuru is family to me. Don’t you understand!?”

A look of disgust moved across Aokiji’s face at the nonsensical admission. “I’d say you’re crazy, but we both know that would be the understatement of the century. Tsuru wants you in jail. Nothing more. Don’t insult the Vice Admiral in front of me with whatever sick connection you’ve made up in your own mind.” 

“No. You’re the one trying to insert yourself where you don’t belong! Ask Tsuru-san if you’re so sure. Ask her what I wanted when I was ten! What I asked her to do before she left me to my fate anyway!”

It was ridiculous bullshit. But maybe this is what he got for trying to reason with a lunatic. “It doesn’t matter. (Y/N) is the only reason I’m here. Stay away from her. Whatever you got away with before is not going to happen again.”

The pirate didn’t admit it, but he didn’t deny it either. “And what will you do, Kuzan? Kill me? On what grounds? How would the World Government take that? A marine admiral conspiring against a king of a government nation?” Doflamingo’s voice was still getting angrier. The blood vessel on his head showing. “And for what motivation? You didn’t want her regardless. You already had your chance!”

Yet as soon as the resulting ice sheet shot out across the floor to those words, Doflamingo was already in the air. 

But they both knew the warning shot for what it was. No strings emerged even as the warlord now perched on the banister, the ice having swallowed the stair steps he’d been on mere heartbeats before.

“You destroy everything you touch.” Aokiji glowered. Breath coming out in visible puffs once more. “I have no doubt that Dressrosa is doomed too. It doesn’t matter how or when. That country was dead the day it put its faith in a man like you.”

Doflamingo sneered. “You still don’t understand. You can’t because of what you are. You’re a mouse too, Kuzan. Even as a strong one, you can’t escape the limits you were born into. But I’m more than a marine. More than an admiral even. And I can give more because of it. If you’re so worried about protecting your fellow mice, then let me do the guarding. Stay out of my way.”

It had to be true then. It was just too much for Doflamingo to say if it wasn’t. 

But the warlord had such trouble shutting his mouth once he’d already started. “And it’s not your choice anyway. It’s hers.” He added with an additional bit of venom. That was the closest he would come to actually confessing.

And somehow only then did Aokiji feel the full weight settle onto his shoulders. But he wouldn’t accept that there was or even could be consent right now. Looking at the exaggerated silhouette that was Doflamingo, still perched with his teeth bared on the banister, it didn’t seem that a wild animal like that would ever do anything but take what it wanted by force.

“I won’t have this conversation with you twice. I only came here to say what I needed to say. Hurt her again and I don’t care if you really were from heaven itself. You’ll have to deal with me.” 

And something in that amused Doflamingo even in his clear remaining anger. “You have no idea, mouse. So scurry home. Call me again when you have a real job for me.”

Aokiji moved his hand in one sharp motion at that, making Doflamingo jump back again just as instantly. This time to hover between the floor and ceiling on his strings.

But the admiral only put up an ice wall between them, sectioning the foyer off as he turned to walk away at last. The warlord couldn’t sucker punch him with a strike in the back then.

Neither of them said another word either. But Aokiji could still hear the demon’s resulting growl all the way from there. The admiral only paused long enough to collect his umbrella from the entryway, opening it as he disappeared back into the storm outside.

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    T⨂  BE 

CONTINUED

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