Kidd Pirates Month Stories - Part 1
Kidd Pirates Month Stories - Part 1
Oneshot Prompts
Most of these chapters / days have been self-sufficient, apart from "Modern AU", where I just kept on going and going to avoid prompts I didn't want to write about. I think I'll post that one separately.
Content warnings: Plenty of cursing. Kid pirates being Kid pirates.
New beginnings - Day 1
Severely injured, stranded and alone, Kidd makes a landing on a mysterious island. Spoilers for 1100s!!
Pain. He’s in so much pain. There’s blood smeared all over his body and he’s pretty sure that there’s something wrong with his left eye, his vision is blurry at best and black spots keep dancing in front of him. Nevertheless, he pushes himself off of the cold shore he stranded at. This must be some cold winter island, the ground he laid on felt completely frozen, leaving his skin where the clothing had been shredded to burn painfully.
Where are the others? The thought strikes him with a searing intensity. He’s captain, he shouldn’t be focusing on himself more than his crew. He grimaces, his neck hurting when he turns his head to look around.
There’s nothing. Just this awfully cold surface that feels like ice but not entirely. Some freakish oddity of the New World, or so he assumes.
This supposed “ice” raises high into mountain-scapes far taller than the Victoria Punk, circling around at the end like waves. The Victoria Punk. What happened to her? Her and the crew. Did they make it out? Are any of them even still alive? He curses, the sound fading to nothing in the vastness of the space he’s in. Where the hell is he gonna go from here?
This island doesn’t look inhabitable in the least. Unless there are some sort of animals living on this ice, he’s gonna starve to death if he doesn’t freeze first.
But even if there are any animals, he’s going to have to be careful. He glances down at his left arm, ending right below the arm stump where his metal arm had been before that cursed battle. Judging by the look of this island he’d be lucky to find any metal in the vicinity to build anything with.
He tries pulling any closeby metal to him, but stumbles back when he’s met with a metal presence so strong it feels like he’s the one being pulled towards it instead of the other way around. He narrows his eyes, staring into the direction of where he can feel the presence’s location, but he can’t see anything. Thick clouds hang low over the island, making sure he can only see the mountains around him.
He's never felt a presence that strong. The metal must either be of a special quality, imbued with some type of Haki or devil fruit he’s unfamiliar with, or just be really incredibly large.
But maybe he can use this phenomenon to his advantage. Looking back, there’s nothing but the empty, wide ocean around him. Not even any signs of the Victoria Punk having been wrecked, no debris swimming around and most worryingly, none of his crewmates either.
He focuses on pulling the metal towards him again, and just like he suspected, he’s actually the one being pulled towards it. He intensifies the pull, until it’s so strong that it actually starts to overcome gravity in pulling him upwards.
This might be a terrible idea, but what has he got to lose at this point? He’s barely alive as it is, if he doesn’t find help soon that’ll be it for him.
Given his state of exhaustion it’s difficult, making sure the magnetic pull is strong enough to pull him in while also not crashing into any of the ice mountains and blocks around him in his flight. He has to take longer and longer breaks as his journey continues.
Eventually he’s made it far enough for the clouds not to intercept his vision anymore. An involuntary tremble of a mix of both excitement and fear runs through him as he views the large longsword before him in the distance.
Large isn’t even the right expression. It’s so huge that Kidd has to crane his neck to follow its sheath upwards, and even then the continuation of the sword is obstructed by green foliage.
Just where the hell is he? Is he even still alive? Is this all just a dream or a fever hallucination caused by the severity of his injuries? There’s no way a sword that large should exist. Because if there is a sword of that size, there would need to be a forge large enough to house it. Beside the smith needing to make it and a wielder to carry it.
Even giants wouldn’t be cut out for the task, and Kidd absolutely hates how small and insignificant this huge-ass longsword is making him feel.
But nonetheless he carries on, letting himself fly towards the large sword which he later learns goes by the name of “Sumarrbrandr”, a sword which would shape his destiny more than he’d ever have had the gall to imagine.
Kidd Pirates as Kids - Day 2
“Ow!”, he yells, immediately drawing back the finger which he’d gotten squeezed in between two metal parts of his newest invention. He curses as he puts his finger under freezing cold running water to soothe the pain. The piece he’s currently working on has been incredibly hard to make, but it’s all going to be worth it. Now if these damn joints just finally stopped popping off…
Three hours later, he’s bathed in sweat but entirely content with the end results. He tests out the fluidity of the motions before making sure to pack his newest invention carefully, after all it’s a gift for a very special person and he definitely doesn’t want anything to fall apart on his way to her.
When he arrives, he does so at the same time as Killer. They’d both ridden their old run-down bicycles here. Killer also has a big package with him, but by the smell of it, it’s more of the edible kind.
While Killer is part of a rival gang on the island, Kidd doesn’t really dislike him. Killer’s pretty cool, actually, Kidd just can’t say that to his face or he’ll think he’s all that.
After a short dispute of who gets to go through the door first, they finally arrive at the hideout of the one and only Victoria. This place is a peace-zone between all the four gangs led by Kidd, Killer, Heat and Wire on the island, where Victoria reigns supreme.
Kidd and Killer, who are both in love with her, have been trying their damned hardest to get her to join their respective gangs, but to no avail so far. Every single time Kidd asks her to join his gang – and he asks her that a lot – she says that him and Killer should merge their groups, and then she’ll join. Which of course Kidd can’t do. Asking Killer to do that would basically mean submitting and asking anything of Killer. Which would put Kidd in a lower position than Killer, and there’s no way he’s gonna have anyone above him in the hierarchy.
Not even if said person makes some killer food. Pun intended, or so Killer says every time. Kidd rolls his eyes each time he has to hear that, but somehow that bastard makes Victoria laugh with his cheesy lines.
Which is totally stupid. Kidd should be the one making her laugh, not that freaking long-haired, blonde good-for-nothing. Seriously, what self-respecting man has long hair like that? Totally stupid. Not that he's ever gonna say that again.
The first time he'd done that, after getting into a huge fist-fight with each other Killer hadn't shown up at their meetings for a whole week, after which he'd reappeared with hair that he insisted he hadn't cut, but it was pretty obvious to everyone that he had.
The peace between them is rather fragile, but for the most part, they manage to get along. Even though they're constantly fighting over it, they're somewhat okay with sharing Victoria's affections. Begrudgingly. Kind of.
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But things change with time, as they always do. A group of criminals docks at the island, trying to take control over Kidd's island. Well, the island he technically shares with Killer, Heat and Wire. But still, mostly Kidd's island. He's the coolest out of the four of them, after all.
Things take a turn for the worse as the newly arrived criminals start terrorizing the towns of the island. Kidd calls in for an emergency meeting with his gang, receiving intel on these new threats from his trusty scouts.
The criminals don't seem particularly organized, but they have the numbers, plus they're all grown-ups, which gives them a boost in strength over his own group. It might be time to do something he'd much rather avoid.
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Once they've all assembled around the table at Victoria's place, Kidd stands up and speaks up. He fixes Victoria, Killer, Heat and Wire with a passionate glare. "We need to do something. These criminals are terrorizing the towns. Towns that are ours to terrorize. Not theirs. I propose an alliance. We can't just stand and watch as they ruin everything."
Heat and Wire exchange a look, nodding in agreement. They had already spoken to one another about something of the sort, but hadn't been brave enough to approach the oftentimes volatile Kidd.
Killer frowns. "An alliance. Then who's gonna call the shots? One person will have to. If we just command our respective groups on our own it'll be chaos."
Kidd immediately preens. "Well, obviously that should be me." Heat and Wire speak up loudly in protest and everyone starts arguing until Victoria slams her hands on the table. "Shut up! All of you."
The boys fall silent but keep glaring at one another. Victoria sighs. "You're the same as always. Bickering and bickering for no good reason at all. I'm gonna call the shots."
Everyone turns and stares at her in complete and utter bewilderment. Heat sputters. "B-but... you're a girl. What do you know about fighting?", prompting him to immediately receive two hits from both Kidd and Killer who glare at him furiously.
Killer: "She's twice the man you are, bastard!"
Wire tries to deescalate. "Calm down, both of you. What Heat's trying to say is that all four of us have experience in leading our gangs. Victoria doesn't."
Victoria nods. "Yeah, but while that's true, me not leading one of your gangs means that I don't have my head full of nonsensical competition, like all of you do. And what we need to beat these little shits is unity. Which none of you are capable of, I'm pretty sure. Hence I'll be our shot-caller."
Kidd clearly wants to protest, but he doesn't know how to do it without being as offensive as Heat was, so he stays silent, his head progressively turning more and more red.
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Things somewhat work out. The four gangs manage to unite and defeat the intruders, but Victoria takes a serious hit during the course of the battle because she had insisted fighting at the front like all of the other gang leaders. Beyond countless broken bones she loses sight in her left eye, giving her a nasty scar right on her face.
Her recovery is slow and gruelling, but she does recover, much to the relief of Kidd and Killer.
She starts to hate the way she looks now, trying out some eyepatches to cover up until finally deciding to wear a helmet instead. Kidd never tires of telling her that she's still beautiful even with the large scar and her blind eye, now fogged over and staring into nothingness, but Victoria doesn't listen.
Killer tells her the same things, but once she decides to don the helmet, he gives up on trying to fix her self-esteem, and instead makes another helmet just like hers, which he then starts wearing. He makes some for Kidd, Heat and Wire as well. Heat and Wire wear them at first but grow tired of it, while Kidd doesn't want to hide his face away like a coward in the first place.
As the island returns to a somewhat peaceful state, Kidd manages to convince everybody to start a pirate crew and leave home behind.
Seeing as he'd been the only one strong enough to take down the leader of the invaders Kidd gets to become captain, while Victoria becomes first mate, with Killer, Heat and Wire all getting to be officers. Kidd promises them that once they're a big crew they'll get to lead the divisions of their grand fleet. Though he makes Killer promise that he'll always stay on the main ship, because he'd rather not be missing out on his awesome cooking skills. Or his best friend, but that part is left unsaid.
Besides, they are both kind of dating Victoria now, so it'd be unfair to send Killer off elsewhere. As much as Kidd wants her all for himself, he cares for his best friend way too much to want to ruin things between them.
Victoria undergoes plenty of training to become strong enough to be worthy of the position Kidd bestowed upon her.
But even with plenty of training under her belt, she still doesn't take the helmet off.
Her and Killer become known as the massacre soldiers, a formidable duo of sword fighters that tend to fight back-to-back, only surpassed in strength by their captain alone.
Victoria Lives AU - Day 3
They've made it to the New World. It's been one huge hassle trying to get here, but they're finally here now.
Kidd is currently crucifying some moron who had wanted to go back home from the New World.
What had even been his plan? Take the perilous journey through Fishman Island once more without anyone to coat his ship for him? Beg the nobles for a safe passage across the Red Line?
What a moron. Kidd's basically doing him a favor by crucifying him.
Victoria's off to the side, drinking beer through a straw going through one of the holes in her helmet. Killer's sitting beside her in silent companionship.
Kidd lets out a sinister laugh as his victim screams out in pain. Victoria rolls her eyes and sighs.
"You just have to be this loud, don’t you?"
Kidd frowns and strolls over. "What's wrong? You don't usually mind this kinda stuff." He waves his hand, gesturing to the man flailing on the crucifix.
Victoria shrugs. "I don't care, I just don't understand why you have to be so damn loud about it. Just get it over with. It's not like you've gotta put a show on for anybody."
Kidd exchanges a quick glance with Killer. Usually Victoria would be the first to terrorize victims with him.
Killer scoots a little closer to her on the bench and puts a reassuring hand on her back. "Talk to us, Vicky."
She grumbles for a bit, but eventually relents. "Fine. It's just... another headache. I swear there's something wrong with these islands."
Kidd and Killer exchange another, longer glance. She's not being doing well ever since they entered the New World, the different magnetic fields of the islands somehow affecting her body.
Once he'd found out about it, Kidd had been doing research by raiding libraries as well as torturing scientists of islands they came across for information, but to no avail so far, at least not in that regard. He has been learning a lot of really neat things about island magnetism that he's still working on integrating into his devil fruit usage in the future.
Killer sighs. "None of the other crew members have been experiencing this. But you don't have a devil fruit, so I don't get how you would have any sort of connection to these islands. Hell, if it is even the islands. Maybe it's something else altogether."
Dive, who's been coming closer, beer mug in hand, chimes in. "A lot of the boys got diver's disease from our trip up from Fishman Island. I've managed to treat them, but maybe Vic here has something similar. It only started after we entered the New World, after all."
Victoria grunts and shrugs, dismissing their concern. "Whatever. I'll be okay. Not like some headache's gonna hold me back. Just stop being so fucking loud all the time and I'll be fine."
She heads off towards her tent, leaving her two worried boyfriends and the crew's doctor behind. Kidd sighs. "God dammit. We need her to get better soon. Things are dangerous enough as is without our girl haivng some mystery disease."
Killer nods. "Maybe you should give her a break from being first mate for a while, let me take over temporarily. Maybe she's just stressed? I don't fucking know."
Dive snickers. "She'll bite both of your heads off if you do that."
Kidd snaps at her. "Yeah well then you recommend something if you know better."
Dive falls silent at that and quickly scoots back to the rest of the crew.
Kidd sighs. "Fuck, Killer. I hate not knowing what's gotten Vicky down so bad. How can I protect her from mysterious headaches? I can't fight those."
Killer moves over to sit beside him, wrapping a strong arm around his shoulders. "We'll figure it out eventually. I'm sure of it. Until then, lessen her duties a bit. Let's see if her being less stressed makes anything of a difference. And if nothing else helps..."
Kidd looks at him scrutinizingly, trying to see through that damned helmet. "Then what?"
"Then we should get in contact with that other Supernova. The Surgeon of Death. Let's face it, Dive doesn't have that much of a clue of what she's doing, she's never had any proper training, her knowledge is purely from combat experience. Maybe someone with actual medical training can figure this out."
It goes over about as well as he expected. Kidd jerks up to stand upright, spilling some of his beer through the quick motion. "Beg that spineless bastard for help? No way. He's become a government dog recently. One of the seven warlords. No way am I going to crawl to him begging for help. Over my dead body."
Killer sighs. "What's more important - your pride or Victoria's health?"
Kidd grumbles for a while but eventually settles back down. "Hmpf. Maybe if we just send him a message asking to pay for his services. Like a neutral business deal. Not begging that asshole for shit."
Killer chuckles faintly. "I never said you should."
Kidd smacks him on the head. "Yeah well whatever. Hopefully Vicky stops getting those damn headaches so we don't need to get in contact with him in the first place."
First Island or Leaving Kutzk - Day 4
The first island they had encountered after leaving their home island had been one situated in the South Blue.
Victoria had had a lot of pent up frustration from having to lay still and heal for the past two weeks (during which they'd waited back on their home island, they didn't want Victoria to miss out on the joys of her first voyage across the sea.)
Once they'd finally arrived at their first island, everyone steps off their small nutshell of a boat with sighs of relief. They're all pretty glad that they hadn't had any storms seeing as the small boat would have tipped over the second the waves got too large.
Building a new one or improving their current boat was the first directive the newly formed Kidd pirates agreed on.
While Kidd knew how to build a lot of things with metal, he didn't know much about how to build a ship. Heat thankfully did, and through the flame-spitting ability he was born with he made sure to char the surface of the wood they built with to carbonize it.
Kidd grumbled plenty about knowing better about ship building than Heat did (which he didn't), his ego didn't take too kindly to having to accept help, especially with Heat being a former rival gang leader.
The Kidd pirates would need a bit of time to really grow together as a crew and start trusting each other.
They ransacked the local workshops for the materials they needed, giving everyone who tried to stand in their way a rough beating until they were left alone to take whatever they wanted.
Eventually, Killer says what they've all been thinking. "We need an actual ship-wright. We can't just wing this. If our ship is no good, we're as good as dead out on the open sea. Especially once we get to the Grand Line."
Victoria giggles, the sound echoing in her helmet. "You guys are all idiots. You've been so hell-bent on building your own ship, you didn't even stop to think of the easiest solution."
Everyone bristles at the insult, but Heat and Wire have learned their lesson from ever insulting Victoria again. (Even playfully, a story the bruises on their body tell all too well.)
Kidd huffs. "Then what's the great plan, Vic?"
Victoria shrugs and gestures towards the harbor. "Easy. We wait for the next big ship to dock, and then we steal it."
Wire pipes up. "You sure this is a good idea? What if it's a marine ship?"
Victoria rolls her eyes. "Oh, grow some balls already, Wire. We're pirates now."
The next ship that docks at the harbor of the island is neither a marine nor a pirate ship, but a luxury cruise ship. It has a large swan head as its figurehead. Stealing it from the civilians isn't so hard, the leftover employees are quickly thrown overboard as the Kidd pirates make themselves comfortable on their new ship.
Kidd immediately sets out to change the swan figurehead ("That's not manly enough!") into a dragon, although it mostly just ends up looking like a ugly snake-bird with scales and bulging eyes.
The five of them argue a lot over what their jolly roger is supposed to look like.
Kidd wants nuts and bolts, Killer wants his and Victoria's helmet and some blades, Heat wants fire and Wire wants some wires on their logo. Victoria is fine with anything so long as it has a really cool sword on it.
They end up all painting the flag on the main mast together, so the end result is completely unrecognizable. While they had all agreed on Kidd's design in the end - with him being captain - they'd all secretly decided that they were going to paint their own design. The end result being one large mess, that is sure not to intimidate any foes. But maybe confuse them into a strategic retreat? Or so Wire suggests.
Card games - Day 5
Introduction to my Kid Pirates OC Pound!
Quincy slams her cards down on the deck and yells. "ARGH! Can you just NOT cheat for once in your damn life?"
Pound shrugs and grins at her, not an ounce of regret on his face. "You have no proof."
Quincy throws two of her throwing knives, aiming them at the sleeves of his sweater, making his ace cards fall out as the tips of the sleeves are cut off.
Pound's grin widens. "Huh! I wonder how those got there? That's weird."
Quincy gets up and yells at Victoria who's standing on deck a couple meters away. "Yo, Vics! You're first mate, get this lousy cheater to actually abide by rules!"
Victoria comes over but doesn't seem to want to do anything. "He's your man. You gotta raise your boys well."
UK, another one of the card game participants, giggles. "Yeah. You gotta do it like Victoria. She's got captain and Killer at her beck and call."
Pound grins, gets up as well and hugs Quincy from behind, mumbling into her ear. "Y'aint ever taming me, babe."
She grunts and rams the back of her elbow into his stomach. "That's for cheating. You're such a crappy loser."
Pound doubles over and clutches his stomach. "OW! Fucking hell, Quince!"
Quincy and Victoria high five each other and head off, talking with each other about how their boys barely listen to anything but direct violence.
Feast - Day 6
Content warning: Kidd Pirates being Kidd pirates and Pound suggesting plenty of violence, cussing, explicit descriptions of injuries, somebody burning to death.
Whereever the Kidd pirates go, they bring chaos. Be it due to them raiding local shops for useful gadgets and berri, or due to them torturing and killing civilians.
Right now, most of the crew are in the local renowned restaurant. Jaguar, Hip and Mosh had a lot of fun beating up the place's security, and now the crew's settled into the place comfortably, legs on the table, feasting on the dishes that the chefs and waiters keep cooking for them.
Pound and Killer are in the kitchen together with the chefs to make sure they don't rebel, poison the pirates or run away. Killer is just silently browsing through the local recipe books while Pound keeps making comments that unsettle the chefs greatly.
"I'm sure your head would look good on one of those fancy platters."
"How about we use your blood as a spice? Might make your crappy cooking taste a bit better."
"Oi, you almost chopped your finger off. Are you struggling to concentrate? Are you scared? Are you a big coward?" And then he distracts the chef in question, who's trembling in fear already, by stepping up right behind him to intimidate him even more. Pound's never been shy of physical contact.
Killer, busy scouring through the recipes doesn't bother correcting his behaviour either.
Meanwhile, Victoria and Quincy are strolling through the town, exploring the other sights. They come across a large tent with the large letters "MADAME FORTUNA" written on top. Quincy scoffs. "Wow. How clichée. How hard is it to come up with a good name when lies and manipulation are your entire business?"
Victoria stops in front of the tent, giving Quincy a sharp look. "I'd like to go in."
"Seriously? Do you believe this kind of superstitious crap?"
Victoria shrugs. "Eh. I bet most of them are scammers, but you never know, right? What with devil fruits and haki being a thing. Maybe there's actual fortune tellers who have such insane observation haki they can see the future."
Quincy groans. "Ever since Kidd read up on haki that's all you guys talk about. Jeez. Damn tryhards."
Victoria immediately defends him. "Oi, he's our captain. He needs to know his stuff. You know damn well he takes our safety seriously. So be fucking grateful."
Quincy rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, princess." She loves mockingly using Kidd's nickname for Victoria whenever the two bicker.
"Go on ahead without me. I'm not asking you to do this with me.", Victoria orders, stepping inside the tent.
Quincy sighs. She'd love to do just that, but she knows that if she runs into Kidd or Killer and they find out she left Victoria behind on her own, they'll have her head on a spike. Figuratively. Maybe literally? She's not so sure with those protective psychos.
They do trust Victoria to handle herself, or so they say, but they've instructed the crew to protect Victoria with their lives. Which is totally favouritism, but noone's really brave enough to argue with Kidd or Killer.
Grumbling to herself about her crew being led by absolute morons, Quincy steps into the tent after Victoria.
The place looks pretty expensive, with velvety walls and carpets laying around. The walls of the tent seem to be rather thick, as it's pitch black inside, safe for the small table shortly above the floor, dimly lit up by a table.
Of course there's a clichée glass ball and a set of tarot cards laying on the side of the fortune teller. Quincy scoffs, already thinking to herself that this must be another charlatan.
Victoria's already sat down on her knees in front of the fortune teller. She seems suprisingly calm and almost solemn, a state Quincy has never seen her in before. Not that it's easy to read Victoria's moods whenever she has the helmet on. Which is practically always.
When Quincy steps closer, she finally gets to see the fortune teller, previously having been blinded by the candle right in front of their face.
Not that their face is visible in the first place. It's hidden away behind a mask, and a creepy one at that.
The eyes of the mask look like somebody took a pencil and drew manic circles over and over and over until the mask broke in at the center.
The mouth of the mask is large and unnatural, teeth painted on with plenty of lipstick present around the masks lips.
But the probably worst part is the stench. Quincy would have expected for a fortune teller to have some sort of scented candles around, some decently smelling herbs, or just, anything appeasing to clients.
Instead it stinks worse than it does in the boys' crew quarters (and that's to say the smell is so bad you could pass out from it if you had a weak stomach).
It stinks of decay, rotten eggs and like the fortune teller hasn't bathed in at least one year.
Quincy is absolutely disgusted, but Victoria seems almost entranced as she's waiting for the fortune teller to speak.
At least the voice of the fortune teller sounds like what you'd expect, a deep, velvety female voice. "Take off your mask, child. Bare your soul to Madame Fortuna."
To Quincy's endless surprise, Victoria abliges. Not even a word of protest leaves her mouth as she takes off the mask she's been wearing for a few months now.
Even in the dim light Quincy can clearly see the abhorrent scar marring Victoria's left side of her face. It's the first time Quincy is seeing Victoria without a mask since Quincy only joined the crew two islands ago, so she can't help but gasp in horror at how bad it looks.
She can only imagine how bad it must have looked immediately after the injury. The skin is still red and welted, the stitches on the outlines of it ugly and obviously not done by a professional.
Quincy feels sad for Victoria. She's always admired the fierce woman, but Victoria must be feeling absolutely terrible about herself to have been hiding her face from her own crew for this long. Quince wonders if she even takes the mask off when in private with her two boyfriends.
And yet, despite apparently being so eager to hide her face, she's taken the helmet off in front of this stranger. It automatically makes Quincy grip her throwing knives. Never know when foul play is present.
The fortune teller herself doesn't give an audible reaction to Victoria's looks. She puts her hands on the table and demands: "Give me your hand, child".
The hands of the fortune teller are decidedly old and wrinkled, sporting ugly dark-green splotches that look very unhealthy. Quincy's starting to assume that the foul stench in the air might in fact be portruding from the fortune teller.
Once more, Victoria obliges wordlessly, holding out her hand for the strange woman to take.
The terifying mask leans closely over Victoria's hand, her long, slender fingers stroking Victoria's hand in a way that makes the hair on Quincy's neck stand up.
"Ahhh yes, my child. You are with death."
Victoria tenses up, but her voice is unmistakably shaky as she asks. "With death? Explain yourself, old hag." But the insult lacks the bite it would usually have.
"Your life line. It's thinner than I've ever seen before. You're not supposed to be alive. Death will come to you soon."
Victoria jerks her hand back towards her own body. "That's bullshit. I'm young. Not gonna just topple over and die." Quincy's pretty sure she can detect fear in her first mate's voice.
"Fear not, my child. Death is but the next step. The stars cannot discern whether it is your death that will come to you or the death of one of those two men close to you."
That's not something Victoria would ever tolerate hearing. It sounds like a barely veiled threat against Kidd and Killer, so she pounces on the fortune teller, knocking aside the table and candle to hold a blade against her throat. "How do you know about the two men?"
The fortune teller cackles, a haunting noise that makes Quincy and Victoria even more uncomfortable. "I know more about you than you know about yourself, Victoria Shiruton Doruyanaika."
Victoria flinches, accidentally drawing blood with the blade. "How the fuck do you know my name?"
The woman cackles again. "I know everything. That's why you came to me, after all. You know I have the answers. You can feel it too, can't you? The omen of death looming over your head."
Victoria stands up abruptly, pushing the fortune teller away with her foot. "Quincy. Come. We're done here."
It's becoming rather urgent that they leave, granted that one of the carpets and now the walls of the tent have caught fire from the candle toppling over.
Quincy looks at the woman laying in the corner. "Are we-"
Victoria cuts her off with a wave of her hand. "Let's get out of here."
The fortune teller doesn't make a move to stand up, just laying there, keeping up her ramblings. "Deny it all you want child. Your demise is imminent. Think of me, in those final moments. I will welcome you into the afterlife."
Quincy and Victoria head out of the tent quickly, the entire fabric now on fire.
Quincy tries to peer inside but they have to step back to avoid the smoke getting into her lungs.
Something inside the tent explodes, and they can hear the fortune teller scream in pain. Quincy is about to run back inside and kill the woman to not have to listen to her screams anymore at least, when the pained screaming suddenly turns into loud, manic laughter.
"VICTORIA!", the fortune teller yells between her fits of manic laughter. "Your omen of death has already brought death to this island! You will join me soon!"
Quincy drags Victoria away by the arm. Victoria seems somewhat dazed, eyes glazed over.
Quincy advises her to put her helmet back on before somebody sees her, but when Victoria slowly starts to want to put it on, Quincy's suddenly knocked back in a flurry of red hair and a waving black jacket.
It's Kidd, quickly holding onto Victoria's arms, shaking her slightly, worry flashing in his eyes. "Vicky. Vicky, what happened? Why aren't you wearing your helmet? I saw the explosion."
Victoria shakes her head. "I'm okay. Don't worry about it."
Quincy, gathering herself and getting back off the ground from the rude shove, scoffs. "Had a freaky run-in with a fortune teller. They knew Victoria's full name. And about you and Killer."
Kidd's body tenses, not liking this at all. "That's not good. Quince, get everybody. We're leaving this island. If they have intel like that on us without us even having bounty posters yet, this might be some form of trap. Make sure everyone's accounted for."
Quincy heads off to do just that.
Kidd, who's a bit unsettled by Victoria's dazed expression and getting to see her without her helmet for once, pulls her closer and kisses her desperately, trying to snap her out of it in the only way he knows how (that doesn't involve slapping her, at least).
It's like he can feel the life return to her during the kiss. Eventually she breaks it off and shakes her head as if to clear some bad thoughts. "Huh. Sorry, Kidd. Didn't mean to scare ya."
Kidd grunts. "Yeah. Don't do that again. Fucking hell. You okay? You didn't get hurt?"
Victoria shakes her head. "Purely emotional damage."
She musters a small smile when she sees Kidd's furious expression. "I'm kidding. That fortune teller just seemed a bit too legit. Creeped me out a good deal."
Kidd nods and looks at the tent of the fortune teller, now reduced to a pile of burning ash on the ground. "Not very good at her job if she couldn't foresee her tent burn down. And she was still in there? Didn't try to get out?"
Victoria shrugs, before donning her helmet again. "She was. We heard her screams. It was creepy as hell."
Kidd nods and grabs Victoria's hand roughly. "Come on. Back to the ship we go. This place is starting to creep me out too."
Thankfully the Kidd pirates had all managed to get off of the island unscathed. Kidd mentioned Victoria's strange adventure to Killer not long after, and it made the two of them even more protective towards her.
Masks - Day 7
One morning, as Killer and Victoria wake up next to one another (Kidd having been particularly grouchy and not wanting to join them the previous night), Killer wants to address a topic that has been weighing heavily on his mind.
"Vic. Do you still feel uncomfortable showing your face around the crew? You know you can trust everyone here."
She sighs, looking up at him, sleep still heavy in her eyes. "I don't want any sympathy."
He caresses her face, thumb lightly grazing over her scar. "You know that they won't pity you. Noone even talks about Heat's scars, and he has plenty."
She huffs. "Are you asking me because you're sick of wearing the helmet too? I never asked you to. You know that."
Killer shrugs and smiles faintly. "I don't really mind. I'm used to it at this point. I just want you to be happy with yourself. That includes your looks."
He supports his words by planting a light kiss on her scar.
She lays her head back down, leaning her forehead against his chest. "It's gotten better. I was thinking to maybe stop wearing the helmet soon."
K: "Good. I'm glad."
V: "You're starting to like it for yourself, aren't you? I saw your reaction when those marines mocked you the other day. You practically went feral on them."
Killer sighs. "Yeah. I can't stand that they all think they have any right to make fun of us. Just cause we're a new crew."
"It wasn't just that. They were particularly insulting you and your looks. Kidd and I love your looks, and we're the only ones that matter in this. Well, besides yourself."
Killer shudders involuntarily. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not wearing it around you and Kidd, I just- I can't help it. My negative thoughts spiral every time someone insults my face and my- my laugh."
"Oh, Killer." Victoria doesn't say much else for the rest of the morning, just showering him with affection, trying to show him just how beautiful she thinks he is through her love alone.
Music - Day 8
Sometimes, the Kidd pirates don't attack the civilians on the islands they dock at. Well, not at first at least.
Sometimes they start things off by giving a concert. Which a lot of the folks living at these islands are too scared to attend, so the crew members head out to force them to watch their concert.
Killer's the band's drummer, Kidd's on the electronic bass, Victoria and Heat are the lead singers, Quincy and Kidd are backup singers and ocassionally UK will come in on the saxophone.
Mostly it's just about having fun and getting to fuck around with the type of music these punks like.
Pound is usually the one responsible for setting up the stage and making sure everything's going to work fine for the Kidd Pirate's next concert.
Eustass Kidd Playlist in case you'd like to listen to it!
Spotify variant:
Get ready - Day 9
So many preparations have been made. The Kidd Pirates have locked Kidd in his room so he can't see anything until everything's ready. Which he's been rather mad about, but none of his complaining and cursing made any difference.
Seeing as they're all still kids, it can be very hard to reach the ceiling to put decorations up, so they use Wire's taller stature a lot to have him hang things high up and when they need to go even higher, Heat's usually the first to sit on his shoulders and put the decorations up.
Killer has been hard at work baking a cake for the past few days. It's going to be human-sized and resemble a large, open treasure crate with "coins" - golden-coloured baked goods - spilling out. It's the most difficult cake Killer has ever set out to bake, and he's been laying awake at night worrying about the cake's structure collapsing in on itself or his greedy crewmates not being able to keep their fingers off of it.
Victoria, in the meanwhile, has been making sure to go ahead and raid the local junkyards on the islands the Kidd Pirates have docked at to get the best and most useful stuff before Kidd got his grubby hands on it. Because of that, she now has a large collection of gifts to give to Kidd (she's even sold some of the parts to her less-prepared crewmates, making good profit off of their lack of planning).
Pound and Quincy - as some of the more responsible and mature members of the Kidd Pirates - have been tasked with organizing everything for Kidd's birthday. They have a whole schedule of games planned as well as an outing by their band with songs that the siblings Hip and Hop wrote for the special ocassion. Usually planning and structure is very much not the Kidd Pirates' approach when it comes to partying, but they're all dead set on making it work for once to make their beloved captain and good friend happy.
(talking about the big day tomorrow in bed at night)
Captain's birthday! - Day 10
Kidd's birthday is a roaring success.
No matter if Quincy's and Pound's planning was mostly for naught and the band members all got so drunk that they totally butchered all songs but the first (the first song being "Happy Birthday", they couldn't possibly butcher that one!).
Kidd had been like a dog possessed by a scent when they've finally let him out of his room come midnight and the day of his birthday.
They'd all wanted to congratulate him but he'd just gruffly thanked them abruptly and then went off, nostrils flared, searching for Killer and the huge cake he already knew he'd made.
Unfortunately, he had startled Killer so much by creeping up on him shifting around some decorations on the cake that Killer had almost fallen into the cake himself.
Kidd had managed to grab Killer and pull him back just in time. Killer would have blamed himself for ruining the cake for years to come if he hadn't, even though Kidd mostly just appreciates the amount of effort put in - and whether it's going to taste good or not!
It does in fact taste amazing. Kidd doesn't even know where to start eating - whether to eat the cake in form of a huge treasure crate, or to eat the baked goods pouring out of it first, but Killer had cut him down a slice of the crate and grinned that he should just see which one he liked better for now.
Once Kidd's stomach had been sated, he'd finally felt ready to welcome all of the congratulations, so everyone wished him a happy birthday, even the ones that had already.
Kidd was never a tolerable person to be around when he was hungry, and the other Kid Pirate kids respected that.
They all give him a big hug - except for Victoria and Killer, whom he receives a kiss from (Mosh tries to get a kiss as well, but he smacks him down quickly) - and then everyone starts talking all at once about what decorations they've put up, wanting to show all of their craftwork off all at once like the proud children that they are.
Frankly they're all talking over one another and Kidd can barely make out what anyone is saying, but once he's got a beer and his birthday cake in his hand he's more than happy to just grin and nod at whatever enthusiastic story his friends are telling him.
Once they've all had a slice of cake, Kidd is led to a large table with copious amounts of presents on it. It's huge, and he's not sure he's ever been gifted so much stuff in his life.
He gets super weird about it, continously saying that nobody had to get him anything and that they're stupid idiots for getting him so many gifts, but the blush on his cheek and the sparkle in his eyes betrays his absolute excitement at having so many gifts to open.
Every new treasure he uncovers under the wrappings gets a squeal followed by a manly "Damn, this is kinda nice" together with one out of various insults towards whoever gifted him the gift in question.
Overall, the birthday party is chaotic as all hell, but Kidd loves it to bits. While he's not so good at showing gratitude, he couldn't feel any more of it if he tried.
When the day grows late and the crew plays a bit of spin the bottle and Wire dares him to make out with Victoria, the two start snogging like there's noone else in the room.
That they've both already drunk plenty of beer definitely adds to their lack of shame, and the other participants of the game just start to play on without them as Kidd ends up falling asleep snoring like a chainsaw on Victoria's lap, completely spent, content and happy with the world.
Relaxing / winding down - Day 11
The day after Kidd's birthday is marked as "hangover day" in the calendars of the Kidd pirates. Well, that and every other day following one of the crew's birthdays, but they always celebrate Kidd's birthday the most.
It's not that they appreciate one another any less, but he's their captain, after all. He's the greatest and coolest and so his party needs to be the greatest and coolest as well.
Cleaning up the mess of the party, however? Neither cool, nor great.
Which is why nobody ever bothers doing so.
Victoria lets them get through with it on the day after the party - feeling the effects of the hangover plenty herself - but on the second day she starts kicking the lazy butts of her crewmates and starts assigning clean-up duties for everyone.
The one's that grumble the most have to do the most work, Victoria tends to be a little evil in dishing out cleaning chores.
Because of this, Killer usually ends up with the least amount of work assigned to himself, but he doesn't mind so much as some of the other crewmembers, so he can usually be seen helping out even when he's already done with his own load.
Kidd, being the birthday boy, gets to do nothing whatsoever. Victoria did get him a silly cheerleader outfit for him to cheer on the crew while they work, however. It looks absolutely ridiculous and at first he yelled at her to put that crap on herself, but then he got curious how it'd look.
It's completely in blue, so it's not a total pink embarassment at least, but did Victoria really have to give him a cheerleader skirt? Looks so stupid.
But when he does put it on he finds that Killer is very much into the outfit and will start doing even more niceties for him than usual, and Kidd is certainly not above using Killer's new-found simping to his own advantage.
Later on in the night, when the three are all snuggled up together and Killer's already asleep, Kidd asks Victoria. "Did you know? That Killer would be so into the outfit."
Victoria chuckles. "Yeah. He mentioned it to me while he was drunk a while ago. Though he said he wanted to see me in that sort of outfit, I didn't know if he'd be into you wearing it too."
Kidd snorts. "Damn good idea, Vicky. Might need to put it on more frequently if it makes him so happy. But don't tell him I said that."
She presses a kiss to his cheek. "I won't. Maybe once all the cleaning's done we should both wear matching outfits. Although he might faint if he sees that."
Kidd laughs quietly. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."
After this the Modern AU continuous story starts which I'll post separately once it's done!! I think I'll make a separate post for the second half of the writing prompts that aren't the modern AU cause they'll only start back up in a little more than a whole week.
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One Piece Dream Recollection
I spent all night in my dream travelling through the country Doflamingo reigned in (not Dressrosa, some other one) with Law, doing our best to work towards bringing Doflamingo down.
The first fight against Doflamingo was absolutely catastrophic and nearly got the both of us killed.
Luffy was working towards our fight somewhere too but I never really saw him in person.
Kidd then appeared, apparently Luffy had helped him out of a pinch and so he'd agreed to an alliance. Kidd had seen Luffy give orders to Law so Kidd was eager to help Law as Luffy's apparent subordinate, taking orders from his alliance member. (Law did not like that one bit and the two bickered quite a lot!)
Law was already roughed up pretty badly at this point so Kidd went to fight Doflamingo on his own.
Kidd stood a much better chance than Law had beforehand - maybe because Doflamingo had already spent some of his energy, because Kidd was able to keep a clearer head instead of being so hyperfocused on revenge like Law or just because I simp for Kidd harder.
Either way it was an incredibly intense fight and the two went at it for hours.
Doflamingo used parasite to control Law to fight against Kidd for him, Kidd being attacked by both of them at the same time which made things even more difficult for him.
Law then - for whatever reason - decided to break Kidd's metal hand. Which makes no sense, but alas, dream logic. For some reason it hurt Kidd whenever the metal hand was broken and severed from his arm.
At this rate Kidd was quite worse for wear so he laid on the ground panting as Doflamingo set out to explore how the metal hand worked, being rather curious about the fact.
Through some means or another he froze the hand first of all, which was a wise idea seeing as it self-destructed and set off quite a few explosions that had been built in.
Through the ice encasing it nobody got hurt from that.
In my dream I stood there, nodded and thought "so this is why Kidd got roughed up so badly when Shanks attacked him, his metal arm self-destructed as well on top of everything".
Doflamingo was screwing the metal arm open further, trying to figure out its secrets. He was so interested in finding out what was inside that you could have thought one of the ancient weapons was stored away in there but we never found out because suddenly Benn Beckman appeared.
Why him, you ask? No fucking clue, I've never had a more anticlimactic dream in my life. Pretty pissed at my subconscious for choosing a character I actively dislike here.
Beckman then proceeded to fight Doflamingo with all he had and boy it was rough for Doflamingo. For some reason Beckman was miles and miles stronger and faster than him. Doflamingo felt looked down upon so he completely lost it.
Beckman kept cutting through his strings so Doflamingo used his awakened devil fruit to turn the very ground into strings as well, trying to gain the upper hand through this.
He used his "Spider Web" to deflect attacks but was eventually defeated rather unceremoniously.
Beckman then disappeared as quickly as he came.
When I later strolled through the town - Kidd and Law recovering from the fight - I came across Mihawk, sitting on the back of an oxen cart on top of a huge eagle (Lord of the Rings Style). Right beside him a really cute eagle baby. He was drinking some wine - or maybe some other alcoholic beverage - straight from the bottle.
When asked by the villagers why he was here, he responded that the baby eagle didn't like the drinks they had at the eyrie, so he was here to buy drinks for the baby.
I very unfortunately woke up after this but oh my god that was such a fun, wild ride!
"A small present" Corazon + Law Doshinji!
Modern AU setting.
Law is totally scared that Corazon's gonna disappear forever every time he walks out the door. Poor traumatized kid!
Full size version:
I had this idea while writing about my headcannons earlier and I thought that these two would be perfect to draw it with.
People say they have brainworms when they're suddenly fixated on something, right? Well, I have brain cephalopods.
BONUS:
Bepo Birthday Doshinji!
Wasn't using Tumblr yet when I made this, so here's a belated upload :P
In case you'd prefer to read panel by panel:
My mom asked me why I keep drawing Doflamingo if he's such a big, scary villain. Didn't really know what to reply, honestly.
Beautiful art AND new knowledge gained! Awesome!
Two sides of the same coin.
A group of flamingos is a flamboyance
A group of swans is a lamentation
Happy birthday, baby blue!
Making a playlist for him right now!! ^-^
Taking One Piece drawing requests as I want to procrastinate working on my PMV that has already been in the works for way too long!!
+ A little sneak peek for the designs of said PMV.
Turning my fanfictions into audiobooks!
Please enjoy them here if you'd like:
Doflamingo's Little Dove Chapter 1:
Knocking on Heaven's Door Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Warm my Soul chapter 1:
Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans:
I'm currently working on "Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans"! Please look forward to that becoming an audiobook next.
If you are a One Piece author and would like to see your work turned into an audiobook, please feel free to contact me! ^-^
NSFW! Not for the faint of heart!
Breeder Village
Doflamingo x Reader - Fanfiction
Copied over from AO3.
This one is definitely my most problematic baby and I'm a little terrified of posting it on here, hell it took me a few months to even start realizing this idea because this is definitely quite far out of my own comfort zone as well.
Summary:
Hidden away in a corner of Dressrosa that has been labelled as radioactive lays a quaint little village full of some of the most beautiful women the Grand Line has ever seen. Everything is represented here - from blondes to brunettes, young to old, tall to tiny, giants, mermaids, humans and even a celestial dragon or two. While it may appear that they live peaceful lives in their day-to-day, they do anything but. The women here are all classified as "breeders" under Doflamingo's tyrannical rule, chosen for their wits, beauty or a mix of the both to bear illegitimate heirs for the king of Dressrosa. Doflamingo is nothing if not a fan of contingency plans and the continuation of his lineage is rather important to him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- TLDR: Doflamingo saw Big Mom's family and thought "hey, I could do that too! only worse! fufufu"
Notes:
I'd like to make extra sure that you know that this is going to be one fucked up work of fiction. Not only is it strictly 18+ and NSFW but it is also going to deal with some very heavy topics such as rape, forced pregnancies, torture, Doflamingo being Doflamingo, take your pick of the lot. Please enter at your own risk, as this could definitely be triggering for some people. "Graphic depictions of violence" may or may not appear. I'll try and do most things through implication but being the main focus of this work it won't be completely avoidable. Smut will appear!
Chapter 1: Kidnapped
She has no idea what's happening to her. The last thing she remembers is having gone to bed as per usual and now she's woken up in what appears to be a sack of potatoes, scratching uncomfortably against her bare skin as she is being carried over somebody's shoulder.
She's been trying to scream, but there's a weird, disgusting substance in her mouth preventing her from doing so. It smells horrible and makes her panic for breath, even though her nose is thankfully not blocked.
Her struggles are to no avail as whoever is carrying her has a terribly tight grip on her. Her legs kick out as she trashes around, but nothing helps. She pounds her bound hands on her assailant, but it feels like she's punching some mushy liquid instead of a solid person.
The thick liquid in her mouth makes her gag, its pungent smell filling her nostrils, making her mouth feel foul where she can feel it, not wanting to touch it with her tongue again after how disgusting that had felt upon first trying it out.
Eventually the attacker stops in his step and a deep voice can be heard. "Trebol, did you gag one of our guests again? She's so suspiciously quiet."
"Behehehe, I did, Doffy! You're so smart."
She's let down on the ground slowly. The opening of the potato sack is opened and she blinks painedly at the invading light. When her eyes work again, she notices that she's in some sort of throne room, her position on a red carpet leading towards a series of thrones. Before them stands a tall man, a glass of wine in hand.
He's clad in a white, unbuttoned shirt, wearing red pants with white stripes over some incredibly long legs. She looks up at him, terrified of what this kidnapper could possibly want from her.
"Give her some room to breathe, Trebol. Maybe our guest has a few words to say?" He swirls the wine in his glass, completely at ease with the situation.
The disgusting substance covering her mouth trails off and flows over to another large man standing off to the side with a thick cloak surrounding him, the weird substance attaching itself to the cloak.
She takes a few deep breaths, getting accustomed to being allowed to breathe through her mouth again. Her voice is hoarse in her panic as she asks in terror. "Who are you? Why am I here?"
The tall man in the white shirt scoffs. "Such basic questions. Besides..." He steps a little closer, inspecting her closely. "I am deeply wounded that you don't recognize me. Don't you read the news, sweetheart?"
The news? So he's some sort of publicly known figure. She racks her brains but comes up short. "I guess I don't."
The tall man snickers. "My name is Donquixote Doflamingo. This here is Trebol. You'd do well to remember our names. After all, your fate is so inextricably linked to ours now."
Donquixote. Donquixote? She's definitely heard that name somewhere before. But where?
The man sighs in faux disappointment. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. To think we've encountered such an uninformed individual. Information is power and yet you don't even recognize a warlord when he stands before you."
She can't help the tremble that goes through her body at that. A warlord? If that's true, then he's a pirate. One accepted by the World Government, if he's one of the seven. Which means that she won't be able to count on the Marines to save her at any point.
He takes her silence as a cue to speak again. "I see your situation has become a little clearer to you now. But worry not, sweetheart. I have only the purest of intentions." He snickers happily as if laughing about a joke only he understood, Trebol joining in with his previous, disturbing "Behehehe" laughter.
Doflamingo steps closer, circling around her, making her feel more and more uneasy as she sits there on her knees. She tries to get up but is held in place by some invisible force.
She feels like she's barely more like a piece of meat on display, his eyes searing into her form. What would a warlord want with her? Why go through the trouble of kidnapping her from her home? She's nothing special.
Sure, she's done the odd job of bounty hunting once or twice before when pirates came around the island she lived on, but she's never hunted any of the bigger fish, which is also why she's never paid much attention to who the warlords were.
A glaring oversight, as it were.
She swallows hard, trying to moisten her dry throat, licking her lips to try and wet them. "You have the wrong person. I have no business with you. Just let me go." She foregoes adding a "please", assuming that it won't make much of a difference with this type of pirate anyways.
Doflamingo grins, crouching down in front of her. "You'd leave so soon? I'm hurt, sweetheart. I haven't even yet gotten to offer you my hospitality." Another "Behehehe" from Trebol.
Doflamingo seems to be annoyed with the noise as he waves in Trebol's direction. "Leave. I'll call for you if I need you again." Trebol promptly complies, grinning widely as he takes his leave.
Somehow, the air feels even thicker with just her and Doflamingo left in the room. "I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather go home.", she manages to choke out.
Doflamingo sighs dramatically. "Such a shame. But oh well, if that's your wish..." He gets up and suddenly she feels herself able to move again, able to stand up herself.
"Th-thank you.", she mutters, utterly confused with this. Wasn't he the one who kidnapped her? Did he actually kidnap the wrong person?
As she turns around to leave, she suddenly freezes in her step. Her limbs start to move against her will, turning her back around again, making her walk towards Doflamingo, wrapping her arms around his neck as she can only look on in horror.
Doflamingo raises an eyebrow. "Excuse you?"
She stutters. "Wh-what?! I'm not doing anything! My limbs are moving on their own!"
Doflamingo chuckles. "Such a silly tale. And I'm supposed to believe that? You know, most women are a little more... subtle about wanting me."
She shakes her head, scared out of her mind. She's desperately trying to get her limbs to move away but they just won't budge. "No... This isn't me doing this... Please... you've got to believe me..."
Doflamingo simply scoffs. "Look, sweetheart, I don't know what game you're playing here, but this is a little very forward."
Suddenly her limbs are freed once again and she manages to stumble backwards. "Thank god...", she mutters.
Doflamingo grins. "There, that's better. Look, why don't you stay the night? It's already dark out. I know a nice little spot in the village nearby that has very comfortable accomodation. A lady like you shouldn't be out on her own in the dark."
She nods hesitantly. "Uh. Okay. Are we still on Precipice Island?"
Doflamingo's grin fades away entirely. "Oh, sweetheart, no. Precipice Island is quite a few days from here by ship. You're in Dressrosa now."
Her face falls, complete disbelief and horror warring on her expression. "H-how's that possible? I was kidnapped at some point after going to sleep last night. By... you?"
Doflamingo shakes his head. "Not quite. Actually, Trebol found you as some men were hurling you to a rather unsavory part of Acacia, the port town of Dressrosa. We don't tolerate any slavery in Dressrosa, so he rescued you and brought you here."
He smiles apologetically. "Of course, Trebol isn't the brightest bulb in my kingdom. I'm so sorry he gagged you, sweetheart. That must have been uncomfortable."
Her head is swimming with all of this information. "But how'd I get so far out into the New World if Precipice Island is so far away from here?"
Doflamingo shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm not sure. You'd have to ask your kidnappers to know that."
She nods slowly. "O-okay. Thank you. For saving me. I am in your debt."
Doflamingo grins. "Oh, I'm not the one you need to thank, Trebol is the one that did all the work. But you are very welcome. So what about it? Would you like me to get you a guest room in the nearby village?"
Something about this offer makes the hairs on her neck stand up, but she decides to ignore it. She'll need some sort of place to sleep anyways and it'd probably be better not to affront this warlord. Something about him just oozes power. She hasn't been around any pirates of his caliber, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and her gut instinct is telling her that this man is incredibly powerful. Definitely better not to antagonize him.
"Thank you. I'd like that."
Doflamingo's grin widens. "Sweet. It'd be fastest if I swung us there. I trust you're not afraid of heights?"
"Why-?", she's about to ask her question when Doflamingo suddenly steps closer, delicately wrapping an arm around her waist before quickly striding over to the window, open it wide and jumping out.
She screams in terror, terrified of what's about to happen as they are suddenly pulled up by some force or another.
"Relax", Doflamingo's deep voice commands. "I've got you, sweetheart."
With all of their surroundings blurring around them she closes her eyes and hides her face against Doflamingo's body. She has no idea what's going on but she definitely feels like she's about to puke.
With an abrupt stop, she can suddenly feel herself be set down on the ground again. It feels like everything is spinning as she can barely look on straight, still feeling like she's about to puke.
Doflamingo's hands steady her shoulders. "You alive?", he asks, voice dripping with amusement.
She wants to shake her head but knows it'll only make her dizzy feeling worse so she mutters out a weak "No.", eyes still closed tightly.
"It'll pass." Doflamingo's voice is incredibly soft and sweet now. "It takes some getting used to."
Once she's finally gained her bearings again, she opens her eyes, looking up at Doflamingo who's smiling down on her. "Better?"
"Better." She takes a deep breath, letting the fresh air of the country soothe her troubled mind, regaining her bearings as she takes a look around at the surroundings. It is a small village that he has brought her to, many small cottages lined up beside one another, surrounded by wide fields filled with flowers. There's no light on in any of the cottages but the clothing on the washing lines outside in the gardens suggests that people do live here. Maybe it simply is too late in the evening, she has no idea how late it is after all.
"There you go." Doflamingo pats her shoulders one last time before letting go of her. "Follow me. I'll show you what cottage you can stay in for the night. I'll make sure you find your way back home come tomorrow."
"Thank you. You're being so kind to me, even though I'm a total stranger." She smiles up at him coyly. "I- I can pay you once I have my hands on my money back home. To compensate you for the trouble you've gone through to help me." If there's one thing she knows pirates love, it's treasure.
Doflamingo waves her off, the grin still plastered on his face. "Please don't worry about that. I am the king of this country, I have riches aplenty. I'd be a lousy ruler if I didn't aid a damsel in distress, wouldn't I?"
Somehow she can feel herself blushing at that. Between how decidedly handsome he is, how he keeps calling her sweetheart and how benevolent he's being towards her, she's starting to feel a little flustered. "I guess so! Still. I'd feel bad not expressing my gratitude."
Doflamingo laughs softly. "Please don't worry about that. Sleep over it for the night first, why don't you."
They arrive at a cottage, Doflamingo grabbing a set of keys from his pocket to open it up for her. "Head to the first floor. There should be an empty bedroom there. Don't make too much noise, there's one other person currently staying here if I remember right. Wouldn't want to disturb her sleep."
Another person in the cottage? She supposes that beggars can't be choosers, but that still seems odd, invading their house - or current accomodation, at least, without their knowledge and consent.
Doflamingo seems to be able to read the worry off her face as he immediately reassures her. "Don't worry about her. She's an older lady, a kind soul, so you won't be in any danger or anything."
She briefly wonders what a pirate warlord would classify as "kind", but she doesn't have much of a choice here. "Alright. Thank you. Again." She smiles apologetically, wishing she was able to thank him better.
"Don't mention it. Go on, off with you. Sleep well and don't let the bed bugs bite!", he says, strolling off down the street, leaving her standing there in the entrance to the cottage.
Taking a deep breath, she braces herself and walks inside the dark hallway. If it wasn't for the full moon, she wouldn't be able to see a thing. Walking up the stairs she happens to enter the bedroom first when she tries the first door.
She heads inside, turning on the light and looking around. It's bare, but looks clean, at least. A wardrobe with only a few inconspicuous pieces of clothing hanging in it, a nightstand with a strange book laying in it which she decides not to pay any attention to for now.
She really is dead on her feet. Who knew that the excitement of being kidnapped would tire her out so much? But still. Multiple days of journey away from her home island. She can't understand how any of that has worked out. But she'll have to mull it over tomorrow.
She yawns heavily, already having taken off her shoes, about to climb into bed when she's nearly startled out of her skin by a sharp intake of breath coming from the door frame.
Apparently she had awoken the other resident of the house, a middle-aged woman of about 40 years, a little overweight with smooth, long, brown, flowing hair, looking at her like she's just seen the devil. "You're new.", is all the woman manages to say.
She quickly moves to reassure her. "Oh, yes, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll only be here for the night, I'll be gone tomorrow morning."
"HAH!" She stares at the woman in shock as she starts cry-laughing hysterically. "LEAVE AGAIN! LEAVE AGAIN! Do you have any idea where you are? HAH! As if any of us could leave again."
She moves back as if by instinct, trying to put a bit more space between herself and the crazed woman. "I didn't see anything preventing me from leaving again."
"You don't get it." The crazed woman moves closer, a hint of madness flashing through her eyes. "We're his. We're all his. His breeding bitches. His worthless whores that he uses and tosses aside like yesterday's trash."
She starts shaking slightly, unsettled by the insanity that the other woman is radiating. "I- I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, you'll know. You'll know soon enough. Enjoy your obliviousness while you can. HAHAHAHA!" The woman turns on her heel and slams the door behind her, leaving behind one deeply unsettled individual. She sits down on the bed, staring at the door.
"Breeding bitches." "Worthless whores." Just what the hell is going on here?
Sleep doesn't come easily to her that night, feeling deeply unsettled by the encounter as she tries to find a comfortable spot on the foreign bed.
Chapter 2: The Village
When she wakes up the next morning, the sun has not yet begun to shine its light on the country of Dressrosa.
She yawns and stretches before getting up and looking out of the window.
This place is so peacefully serene. If she had come here voluntarily she might have chosen it as a spot to go on vacation on for a while.
The flower fields start right behind the garden of the house she's in, stretching out as wide as the eye can see.
Part of her can't help but think about her cousin Amentia, saddled with some of the worst hay fever anyone in her family had ever seen. She'd absolutely hate it here, if she was even able to breathe here in the first place.
Thankfully she doesn't share her cousin's hay fever and so she tilts the window open vertically, breathing in the fresh, cold scent of the morning, mingled with the aroma of the flowers not far from her window.
She sighs happily. Dusk has always been one of her favourite times of day. The quiet, the feeling that you are but alone in the world with noone but your thoughts to keep you company.
A jolt suddenly runs through her. Right. The crazed woman staying in the same house as her. Maybe she should try to sneak out while she is still asleep? She'd rather not risk another encounter with her.
"A kind, older woman", the warlord had called her, if she recalls correctly. Not that that description had fit her much. Sure, she'd been a little older, but definitely not kind. More like psychotic and definitely with a few marbles loose.
When she tries the door to her room it appears to be locked with no key available on her side of it. She grimaces. That must have been the other woman's work or maybe these rooms had a locking mechanic when closed for whatever reason. She's never heard of that being the case in-doors, but there's always something weirder to discover on the Grand Line, after all.
Unless this was a prison? The thought startles her and makes goosebumps raise on her skin. No. Surely not. Just a quaint little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Why would it be a prison? It's not like the windows are barred either. She's just being ridiculous.
But the thought keeps scratching at her, unsettling her deeply even as she tries to dismiss it. Once planted, the seeds of doubt are impossible to get rid of, no matter how hard she tries.
Trying the window next, she finds herself relieved to see that it does open wide enough to permit passage. She has to apply a bit of force, the mechanic of the window seeming old and rusted from years of disuse but thankfully it opens sideways, allowing her to sling her legs over and dangle them out, checking out the climb-ability of the facade beneath her.
She's in luck. There just so happens to be a small perch (presumably an overhang for the terrace) right below her window which she can easily reach down to by stretching her legs a little.
Letting herself down carefully, she proceeds to climb downwards, her hands and legs easily finding purchase on crooks and nannies.
She would love to hurry up with the process, but realizes that patience is key here. If she happened to fall and sprain her leg she'd be defenseless if the crazed woman approached her again and she'd rather not deal with that.
As she finally sets her feet down on the floor of the terrace, the light has changed to a subtle red hue, a messenger of the sunrise yet to come.
She wipes some dust off her clothes which had gotten a bit dirty from climbing and sets out towards the main street. With how vast the flower fields are she doesn't have any hopes of finding her way back to this port town (Akathia? What was its name again?) on her own. At least Doflamingo had promised to take her there today, but she's definitely not going to wait around being locked up by some crazy woman until he comes back around.
That's when it finally hits her. He'd said that he was the ruler of this country. So he was.. an actual king? And she'd just spoken to him so casually? Huh. But he had not looked particularly offended at that, which was even weirder.
She gulps, hoping she hasn't offended him too much. If she had, she might have ruined her only way off of this island, or at least back towards the port town. But perhaps the other villagers could help her with that?
She strolls down the main road of the village. Strange. There weren't any sort of shops or otherwise expected vicinities around. No butcher, no baker, seemingly no method of buying any sort of day-to-day necessity whatsoever. Perhaps the people here had travelling merchants coming around? But the village had seemed so far removed from anywhere else and both ends of the main road seemed to get lost within the man-high flower fields surrounding the village.
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like something out of a fever dream.
Maybe like some sort of science-fiction novel she kept reading, about some test subjects being secluded away from the life they knew under a big dome. She shivers and tries to shake the thought off. Getting lost in her own worries and paranoia will just spoil her time in this lovely village. She's been given no reason to doubt that there's anything wrong with this place, after all. Besides the crazed woman, the fact that she was locked into her room and the way the village seemed to consist only of inhabited houses. Her freakish kidnapping aside, that is.
The sun has properly begun to rise now, its first rays casting the village in a beautiful, golden glow. She'd love to live here. On her own island the houses oftentimes were barely more than bare buildings, oftentimes being swept away by the tsunamis that crashed ashore because of some stupid underwater shenanigans. Not that she understood much of it, she'd never bothered to pick up much knowledge beyond what she needed for her own day-to-day, getting by on just enough to be able to support herself.
She can pick up some noises fromt one of the houses further down the road and decides to investigate. Peeping may not be the most polite course of action but damn if she isn't curious to see a little more of the inhabitants of this village. If they aren't as crazy as the woman she's met it might make her an exception, after all.
She sneaks close to the window, hiding under it and peaking up just enough to be able to look inside.
Getting direct view into the living room of the house, she sees two women standing behind a sofa, hugging each other.
More specifically, one is comforting the other who is sobbing hysterically.
Unfortunately her sobs aren't quite loud enough to be intelligible from her position, but she can see the shoulders of the woman shake with sobs, the other pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head in a vain effort of trying to comfort her.
The words of the calmer woman, much louder than the sobs of the crying one, reach her outside the building. "We'll all support you. Just like every time it happens."
She frowns, wishing they could speak a bit more directly about what's happening. She's still as clueless as before. This could be about virtually anything.
When she tries to sneak away from the window, seeing as the women walk further inside the house and completely outside her reach of hearing, she stumbles over an empty metal bucket she had overseen.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.", she curses, hoping that noone's heard the commotion but the bucket had been painfully loud, a big disturbance to the otherwise serenely peaceful village.
She turns around the side of the house quickly, back against the wall as she tries to even out her breathing in case anyone comes to check on her.
Does she really have any reason to be this secretive? Probably not. The two women hadn't exactly looked hostile, but she'd only seen them in talking to one another, they might act totally differently towards outsiders.
The few small fry pirates she'd hunted the bounties of hadn't looked like much of anything either, after all. Appearances could definitely fool and she'd already almost lost her life to making that very same mistake once before.
She can hear the door to the house open, a small clang of metal, presumably the bucket being put in an upright position again.
"Doflamingo?", a female voice calls out. "Are you here?"
The voice seems to wait for a few moments before she can hear the door to the house close once more. She lets out a breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding.
Okay. So that woman was personally acquainted with Doflamingo, to be calling him by his first name. Surely his subjects would address him by something like "your majesty"? But maybe he handled things differently, or she was simply a friend of his.
The notion seemed almost silly to her. A scary warlord of the sea, king of a country, having common friends. But then again, even rulers must be pretty lonely without friends, she figures.
Part of her feels silly for acting so stealthy. Doflamingo had told her he'd help her in getting home. She could use that as leverage, if anyone were to try and hurt her. If they would believe her, anyways. She barely believed it herself, that she'd been in contact with such an (apparently widely known) and prominent person in the world of piracy.
She simply can't help her curiosity though. She turns around the side of the house once more until she's at the back of it. A table and a few chairs seem to be arbitrarily placed on the terrace which is otherwise empty. Once more she sneaks up to a window to peek in, this time getting a view of a ground floor bedroom.
The woman she'd previously seen sobbing so miserably is sitting on the bed, looking down. She appears to have stopped crying, but there's something about her that just seems so defeated and so broken that it makes her onlooker's throat tighten slightly just by looking at it.
The woman on the bed has a hand on her flat, muscular abdomen. Her face sets into a grim line, clenching her fingers into her stomach, the motion looking painful especially thanks to her long fingernails and the sheer force and anger behind the motion.
She has to look away, feeling distraught by what she's seeing. What the hell is going on in this village? Is that woman having cramps? Is she angry because she has some form of stomach disease? Does she blame her body for her woe? Are all the people here just batshit crazy?
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her frayed nerves. She'd love to come across something normal at some point. Like, anything, at this point.
Okay, maybe it's her fault for looking in on a private scene, but still. That's not how normal people act. Right? Sure she hasn't gotten out of her village in quite a while now, but still. These people were supposedly human just like her.
Just when she's finally calmed down and evened out her breathing, her newfound calm is disrupted.
A dark voice chuckles. "Fufufu. Sweetheart, didn't anyone ever tell you it's not nice to peep?"
Her heart rate immediately shoots back up as she's about to let out a startled scream in terror.
Just before she can - which would inadvertently alert crazy woman no.2 from inside the room - Doflamingo appears. He's dangling upside down from the roof, clasping his hand around her mouth. "Ssh, darling. Wouldn't want to draw any attention to your illicit activities, hm?"
Her eyes widen almost comically as she just stares at Doflamingo in complete confusion and disbelief.
The large man is actually hanging off the roof, upside down, grinning at her with what confusingly much looks like a frown because it's the wrong way around.
She tries to figure it out, but she can't. How's he just suspended in the air like this? Shouldn't he be falling off? Is this some sort of devil fruit that can make him fly? The up-up-down fruit? No, that doesn't make sense and frankly it hurts her head to even try to think about.
Chapter 3: Return to the palace
When he finally lets go of her mouth again, she shakes her head. "Doflamingo. How did you-?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. It's so disorienting to see him hanging upside down. How is he doing this? "I told you I'd get you back to Acacia today. I'm an early riser."
"Oh. Me too. That's convenient." She's feeling a bit awkward now, conversing so casually with this king. Why is he upside down?? She can't get over that fact.
Doflamingo does a spin and is suddenly standing in front of her upright again. His smile turns into a frown. "Unfortunately there's been some... complications."
"Complications? What kind?"
Doflamingo sighs, a shadow passing over his face. "There's criminals at large in Acacia at the moment, terrorizing the people. The royal army is looking to defeat them, but the situation is far from resolved."
"Oh. So you can't take me there?"
"Unfortunately not. Of course I'll make sure that you have everything you may need. We value hospitality greatly here in Dressrosa."
She bows slightly. "Thank you. You are too kind."
"You're free to keep your room here for as long as it takes to resolve the situation as well, of course. Mi casa es su casa." He flashes her a charming smile.
Another night around the crazy woman? Oh god. She's a bit hesitant to bring it up, but she'd rather face this conversation than the manic woman.
"Actually, I ran into the woman you said was staying in the same house. She seemed a bit... out of it?" That's the most polite way to phrase it that she can think of.
"Out of it? What did she do?" Doflamingo seems genuinely concerned.
"She said I'd never be able to leave again and she got incredibly vulgar and hysterical. It was really scary. She also locked me in my room for the night. I don't... I'd rather not spend another night in the same house as her, if there's any other possibility."
He hums to himself, looking into the distance. "I see. You see, the people here, they're... challenged by the most simple daily interactions. This village is a bit of a safe space for the mentally disabled. But they are harmless, so you were never in any danger."
"Oh!" That certainly explains a lot of things. The sobbing woman hurting her own stomach as well. "Shouldn't they be supervised in that case?"
Doflamingo chuckles softly. "Are you telling me how to run this place?"
She flinches back. "No! No, of course not, I just couldn't help but overlook-" She points to the window behind her that Doflamingo had caught her peeping into.
Doflamingo seems to derive great amusement from the way she'd made peeping in sound like a most normal thing to do, but he doesn't comment on it again. "There are safety measures in place, of course. Worry not. Some doctors live in this village together with the... patients, so to speak. Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions, hm?" He chuckles softly, relishing the chance to admonish her.
"Right. Right, okay. But is there any way you could find a different place for me to stay in?"
Doflamingo grins. "Could it be that you have something against the disabled, darling?"
"What?! No! I just didn't feel safe around that one woman in particular." She huffs, feeling indignified at the accusation.
She continues. "But I really would like to go home as quickly as possible. I'm sure the people in my village are confused about where I've gone. I usually trade them some of the game I hunt."
Doflamingo sighs. "Well, I'm afraid they'll just have to worry for a little longer. There is currently no safe way off of the island."
An idea seems to pop into his head. "But if you are truly so uncomfortable staying in this village, then I could offer you my own residence for the night, of course." His smile has become almost mischievous.
"Yours? So the palace your henchman dude brought me to yesterday?"
"Trebol, yes. Would that be alright with you? If it wouldn't be too indecent for you to spend the night at my place, that is." It's hard to see through the sunglasses, but she's pretty sure he just winked at her.
She can't help her immediate reaction, blushing faintly at the insinuation. "No, no, that would be fine by me. I'm not that much of a prude."
"Good. Me neither." Doflamingo grins widely once more.
Before she even really knows what's happening, he's wrapped his arm around her waist just like the night before.
"Careful! Please! I don't want to puke again!"
Doflamingo just snorts. "You didn't puke last time, darling."
"But I nearly did!"
He scoffs, letting her latch onto him tightly before he moves his arm and jerks them upwards again.
Now that she's experienced this once before, she feels minimally less terrified but still can't manage to stifle her small scream as she feels the wind rush past her.
If she was a little braver, she might have looked around and seen the country rush past under the two of them, but she never manages to find that courage.
By the time Doflamingo lands with a force that rattles her entire being she's trembling and incredibly green in the face.
"Are you still with me?", Doflamingo asks in concern, trying to pry her off of his clothes, but she's clinging to him desperately.
She had assumed the second time of this happening would be easier on her, but if anything she just feels even more sick now.
When she opens her mouth to reply she nearly ends up throwing up so she quickly presses her lips shut and covers her mouth with her hands.
Doflamingo frowns down at her. "Oh dear."
He holds onto her tightly as he quickly strides inside the building they've landed in front of, his long legs working in their favour as he's able to cover distance quickly with his long strides.
He opens a door with his foot before quickly setting her down on the edge of a bathtub, offering her a bucket to spit into if she needs it.
"Good on you for not throwing up on me. This is my favourite coat."
She can barely focus on his words as she sits there, hanging her head over the bucket, trying to calm her upset stomach down.
He leaves shortly, returning after a few minutes with a glass of water in hand. "Here. It'll get rid of the bad taste."
She nods gratefully, taking the glass and drinking eagerly.
"You're not very resilient, huh?"
She shakes her head slowly. "Apparently not. Were we... flying?"
He nods in confirmation. "Yeah. Do you need to lie down for a bit, sweetheart?"
She's tempted to refuse just to not embarass herself any further but quickly comes to realize that her pride is a little less important than potentially ruining any of his fancy regal furniture, so she nods. Flying, huh? He must be in possession of some sort of devil fruit then. She'll have to ask him about that later.
As if he'd never done anything different in his life, he picks her up again, letting her lean her head against his shoulder as he supports her calves with his hands.
The following hours pass like a blur. After being set down on an extremely comfortable sofa in some sort of common area she proceeds to take a nap for an hour or two. Doflamingo then sends a young boy called Dellinger to her to show her around the palace a bit. His high-pitched voice unsettles her a little at first, but after listening to him talk for a while it's not so bad anymore. Dellinger explains that Doflamingo himself is of course a very busy person being the king and that she should feel honored she's been given this much attention so far in the first place.
Dellinger adds that she's gotten a lot more attention than the others so far, but completely shuts down when she tries to inquire what he meant by that, only laughing in a painfully loud and high-pitched voice. She can't help but take a dislike to Dellinger. He may be younger than her in age, but that just seems to make him even more of a brat.
Come evening, Doflamingo saunters back into the library that Dellinger ended up parking her at, telling her to enjoy herself and pick out a book of her liking. She's never been particularly interested in books, in fact she's read so few of them in her life that her literacy isn't that great and the process a slow and arduous one, but she's been spending her time browsing through what appears to be a children's tale about the fairies in Dressrosa. It's mostly images, which she's definitely grateful for.
Doflamingo peaks over her shoulder, looking at what she's reading. "Do you believe in fairies?"
She shrugs, looking back up at him. "I don't actively believe in them, but there's always something weirder on the Grand Line, right?"
His face widens into one of those grins she's become so accustomed to lately. "That's all too true."
He walks around to stand in front of her, helping her up off the chair. "It's about time for dinner, if you're interested?"
She nods, smiling at him gratefully. "That'd be awesome, thanks. I haven't had much to eat today."
Doflamingo frowns. "Did Dellinger not offer you anything? I specifically instructed him to take good care of you."
"He did, I just felt a bit too queasy to have anything yet."
"Ah, I see. Well, then you'll have quite the appetite for what I have planned for you. Come."
He strolls off, clearly expecting her to follow him. For every step he takes she has to take two, so she's awkwardly jogging behind him to not lose him in the labirinthine halls that the palace consists of.
When he notices he slows down, falling in step beside her. "My apologies, sweetheart."
"Sorry, you're just so... big.", she pants faintly.
"You should see my executive Diamante. He's far taller than I am." He says it in a jovial tone, but something about the grim outset of his face tells her that that's something he's not all that happy about.
"Sounds annoying. Having to crane your neck up to look at somebody all the time."
Doflamingo's face softens incrementally and he smiles down at her. "It is. A true pain in the neck, so to speak."
Her comment seems to have appeased his apparent jealousy of the other man's height.
The village chief from her home had had a similar problem, always comparing his own height that that of the other villagers, although he had been particularly short in nature. Doflamingo, being the giant that he is, seemingly having the same issue amuses her greatly as the two of them head off to have dinner together.
Chapter 4: Dine and Wine
When they arrive at the dining room there is a large table for two already equipped with napkins, cutlery and even some lit candles.
For some reason she cannot help but ask herself if this is something he had planned on initially, even though his question about if she had eaten yet seemed so genuine at the time.
Doflamingo pulls back her chair for her swiftly along with a "Here you go, mademoiselle", which does make her feel incredibly special. This is a king, after all!
Nobody from her home island would even believe her if she told them that she got to dine with a king.
When Doflamingo sits down, one of his legs briefly comes in contact with hers, which he apologizes for with a grin. "Apologies. It's always a struggle parking these long legs."
She cannot help but have a bit of red creep up her cheeks as she nods and smiles back. Before she can get flustered any further she decides to steer the topic towards a safer route and asks him: "So, what's for dinner?"
Doflamingo chuckles. She could listen to the sound all day, his deep voice and kind chuckle making something in her heart flutter just a little faster.
"I don't want to ruin the surprise for you, darling. I hope you don't mind surprises, hm?"
"N-not at all.", she stutters. Stuttering like a young school girl, what's this about? She really needs to get a grip on herself or he'll think her to be an immature whippersnapper.
Dinner swiftly comes into the room, carried by some servants.
For Doflamingo they set down a lobster dish in front of him. She watches as he licks over his lips with that absurdly long tongue of his and some part of her can't help but wonder how that would feel licking long strides over her-
She shakes her head as if to shake the thought off. Sure, he's been flirty with her so far, but she needs to stay focused here.
For her plate, she gets a dish that is typically Dressrosan according to Doflamingo. Once she digs in she can really tell how hungry she's become over not eating much of anything all day.
She tries to mind her table manners, but it's hard whenever the dish before her is simply so delectable.
Beyond a few polite inquiries of whether the other person is enjoying their dish, the two of them eat in companionable silence.
She can't help but continously steal glances at Doflamingo and she's pretty sure that he's doing the same to her even if it's impossible to tell through the glasses.
Once she's done with her dish and has asked him to pass her gratitude for the amazing meal on to the chef, she can't help but ask curiously.
"Do you usually eat alone?"
Doflamingo finishes his bite of lobster - the way he's been tearing his food up with such royal elegance yet an underlying almost primal amount of strength is definitely doing things to her - before he replies. "I usually eat with my family. They're very loyal, but they can be a little much to take in for outsiders."
She nods. "Oh, Dellinger is part of that family, right?"
When he nods in confirmation she adds: "If the others are all characters like him too I'm sure that'd be a bit much to handle."
Doflamingo freezes almost unnaturally mid-motion, holding completely still all of a sudden, drawing back his lips ever so slightly. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Her eyes widen. She's never seen anyone hold that perfectly still, to have such perfect poise and complete control of their body. "I just meant that it would be a very lively dinner for sure. I'd stick out like a sore thumb!"
He resumes motion, visibly relaxing slightly as his large lips assume another smile. "Ah. I see. For a second it sounded like you had some negative views on my family there, sweetheart."
She gulps, once more getting the impression that this is not a man, but an animal of prey sitting opposite her. There's just something in the way that he carries himself, some part of him that makes her want him in such a basic, carnal way that makes her rub her thighs together with anticipation.
"Not at all, Doflamingo. I don't know them yet after all, it'd be rude to assume."
"Indeed." He draws out the word, taking his wine glass into his hand and swirling it around. She can feel his gaze bore into her and she'd give good money to know just what he is thinking about right now. He takes a long sip before asking casually. "Do you have anyone at home?"
"As for my family? Technically yes, but we don't see each other that much anymore since I moved out into my own hut."
"Perhaps someone of a more romantic nature?"
Her heart does a somersault in her chest. He's actually asking her if she's single? That can only be a signal of his own interest, surely.
"Noone at the moment, no."
"Good. So there's noone you would become unfaithful to." He doesn't bother to explain, leaning back in his chair, giving off the impression of a content, self-assured cat.
Her mouth is working quicker than her brain, making her spurt out the next question so boldly before realizing that it truly is far too blunt. "Are you offering yourself for the position?"
Doflamingo starts smiling broadly, those perfect porcelain teeth on full display as he grins at her boldness. "Sweetheart, I don't "offer myself". I claim and take what I want to be mine."
If she had a few less sips of that delectable wine, if she hadn't started falling for him little by little, that statement may have rung some alarm bells with her.
Swallowing her fear of rejection and last remnants of sanity she continues with another bold question. "Am I something you want?"
Doflamingo throws his head back, laughing loudly, his mouth open impossibly wide as the sound seems to reverbate from the walls of the room.
Eventually he calms down again, grinning at her in a truly manic fashion. "Why, sweetheart, if a little wine makes you this bold I'd have offered you some the second I met you. You really don't hold back, do you? Yet maybe I shouldn't be surprised, granted you hugged me so boldly even during our first encounter."
A hug? She doesn't recall it at first, before the image falls back into her mind. How she'd been unable to control her own body and had wrapped her arms around his neck without her own volition.
But she is unable to think entirely clearly with the alcohol making her thoughts fuzzy at best, so she latches on to one aspect of that - giving up control.
Before she can lose herself in some more fantasies around that, he speaks again. "You are. You are something I want. Or rather, someone. Since the moment I first laid eyes on you I just knew I had to have you."
He gets up, walking around the table and offering her a hand to get up as well.
The size difference now once again apparent, she looks up at him, heart thrumming wildly in her chest. Her throat feels a little tight and her head a little light-headed. This is happening. It really is happening.
"Doflamingo-"
"Call me Doffy, sweetheart. Everyone I care for does."
Her mouth is starting to go dry. He cares for her. He actually cares for her. After such a short time period too. She has no idea what it is that she's done right to win the affection of this large, regal man so quickly but boy is she glad that she has.
"Doffy." Using the nickname makes her feel oddly ecstatic, like it's a forbidden drug that she's finally allowed to taste.
"Good girl.", he replies, reaching out and cupping her cheek with his impossibly large hands. "You really are one beautiful gem."
She can't help but lean into the touch. His hands are oddly cool to the touch, providing a nice juxtaposition to her own heated cheeks.
Doflamingo grins and leans down, his breath fanning over her face. "There is one room that Dellinger left out during the tour earlier. The royal bed chambers. Perhaps you'd like a private seeing with the king himself?"
Chapter 5: Time for bed (NSFW)
Before she can even reply to his question about whether or not she'd like a private seeing of his bedroom with him he's hooked his arms around her legs and her back, picking her up in a bridal carry.
She gives a small, indignified yelp at first, but when she looks up at him, her heart stops for a few seconds.
In this angle, she's actually able to see his eyes for the first time. If she was falling for him before, now she's plummetting.
His eyes have surprisingly long lashes, his irises are of a deep, red colour, the right eye being just a bit paler in colour than the left.
He's currently looking down at her, looking a little hesitant as he keeps walking with her in his arms. She wonders if she's the first person that he's ever shown his eyes to.
"You're beautiful.", she breathes out quietly, almost a little scared to ruin the moment.
Doflamingo lets out a soft huff. "Thanks, sweetheart." She's completely unable to read his voice and it scares her a little, worrying that she might have destroyed this vulnerable moment for him.
He doesn't say anything else so she takes the time to admire him further.
How safe she feels being carried in his massive arms, how small she feels being pressed right up against his large chest and yet how protected.
Something in her brain seems to click. She wants this man. It's not even so much a passing attraction anymore now than wanting this man to truly be hers, to belong to her, to stick with her through thick and thin.
She can't help but wonder if he feels at all similar about her. His eyes now focused on the halls up ahead, she still finds it so incredibly hard to read him and his expression.
Even just generally, she feels a bit off-kilter with him. Usually she's always been good at reading people, but with Doflamingo she finds herself truly unsure.
He's always smiling and laughing so she's sure that his general disposition must be rather joyful, but there's something there, something that's just out of her reach to grasp that she cannot identify.
Something that would help her in understanding him significantly better, she's sure of it.
Doflamingo faces his back to the door to his bedroom, opening it with a hand from behind. "Ready, sweetheart?", he coos lowly.
It takes her breath away. It's lavish yet also delightfully simple, a large king sized bed taking up center stage in the room, velvet curtains available for whoever would prefer some privacy.
There's a neatly kept desk, some book shelves and two doors to adjacent rooms.
She wonders just how much time he even spends in here, if it's neat by choice or by lack of usage.
He carefully sets her down on her feet. "Home sweet home. Within the larger home, anyways."
If she's not completely mistaken there was a tone of wistfulness to his words.
He lets her look around for a second, her reaching down to run her fingers through the incredibly fluffy, large, pink rug laying on the floor.
She looks at him questioningly and nods towards the closed doors, unsure if that's something he's okay with being asked about.
"Oh, that's just the on-suite bathroom and my wardrobe." Doflamingo walks over to one of the doors, revealing a gigantic walk-in wardrobe which is positively bursting with vibrant colours.
She takes a few steps inside, looking around. Some of these outfits look like they belong at a carneval shop more than any king's wardrobe, some look like they've been plucked straight from exotic birds.
There's also an incredibly large assortment of suits and part of her can't help but think that he must look absolutely stunning in one of those, in comparison with the far more lax clothing he's been wearing in the few days she's known him in.
Doflamingo wraps his fingers around her wrist, gently pulling her back out of the wardrobe. "Don't get too distracted, love."
Something in her feels both giddy and a little silly, so she can't help but ask. "Are you already missing my attention... Doffy?"
He laughs softly. "You keep getting bolder and bolder. Do you want me to put you in your place so badly?"
She laughs but honestly she's not so sure if this was banter or not.
"If that place is on your bed, then yes."
The reply seems to distract him sufficiently, as he picks her up by her hip and carries her over towards his bed as if she weighed nothing at all.
Once there, he places her down on it, quickly crawling over her and grinning down at her smugly. She's completely dwarved under him and if his grin is anything to go by he's quite loving the fact.
Her heart is thrumming against her ribcage. This is happening. This is actually happening. It won't just be flirty banter from here on out. But her feelings - especially her lust - quickly take over, putting her doubts off to a later time.
"You look good beneath me.", he hums, looming over her as it feels that he's undressing her with his very eyes beneath those shades. She wonders if she can get him to take them off. Not that she's had countless experiences, but she's always preferred getting to see the eyes of the men she has sex with.
Her brain is somewhat short-circuiting, so she only manages to say: "Well, you look good above me too."
She reaches out with her hand, placing it against his chest, feeling the warmth and vibrancy under her fingers, the steady beat of his heart.
It's far more relaxed than hers and she envies him for how relaxed he appears if the rate of his heart is anything to go by.
She wants to trail her hand lower to trace his abs, but he stops her, grabbing her wrist with his hand and pushing her arm back against the bed, hand above her head.
"Don't be so impatient, my sweet. You know what they say about patience."
He lifts her shirt to place his surprisingly still cool hands against her stomach, the feeling making her gasp faintly.
"I'm not even doing anything.", he chuckles, his thumb tracing languid circles on her stomach.
He may not be, but on the inside she's nearly going mad. She wants him, oh god she does. He saved her from those kidnappers, he's taken care of her so well and somehow even though he's so far above her in power and relevance, he still wants her.
There's a confusing mix of gratitude, debt and sheer horniness swirling around her brain, making her already fuzzy thoughts even more disjointed.
Finally, he does take his shades off, revealing those beautiful, red eyes she'd already been able to peak at earlier to her once more.
"Do you want this?", his voice is such a soft, velvety murmur and she practically mewls as she says yes in turn.
He doesn't wait for a second longer, lips crashing down on hers as his tongue plunges into her mouth. It's even larger up close, inside her mouth, than she'd expected but frankly this is so much more than she could have expected to begin with.
She tries to let her tongue dance with his but his muscle proves far superior in strength, pushing her back, exploring every inch and corner of her mouth until she can barely breathe anymore.
Only when she's nearly about to let him know that it's too much does he retreat, his eyes slightly glazed, licking over his lips.
"Your taste drives me mad, my love.", he murmurs.
She barely has the brains to articulate that she feels the same so she nods, not wanting any more embarassingly blunt comments to come out of her mouth.
"Go on. Let me hear that sweet little voice of yours.", he commands, but when she's about to speak he suddenly bites into her throat, silencing her words and making her yelp in both pain and surprise. "What the-!?"
Doflamingo chuckles. "Oh, you're not a fan of biting?"
He licks over the bite, trying to soothe the sting with his saliva.
He wants to mark me as his, the rational part of her mind says. I'd give up my entire identity to be his, the not so rational part in her heart screams.
"No. I don't- appreciate violence.", she chokes out after gathering her wits. Sure, she might appreciate a light bit of pain here and there, but she feels like she needs to lay out a safety net here. They haven't talked about a single thing regarding sex and she'd rather push back now and have him ask for permission rather than being surprised with some sudden nipple clamps later.
"Shame. It's such a key part of humanity, darling.", he muses before kissing her once again, a little less invasive this time.
The cool hands on her stomach move upwards, carressing her breasts tenderly before pulling the shirt off of her.
She could swear that she heard a bit of tearing but she might have just imagined that. If anything, it just heightens her arousal further.
He runs his thick broad tongue over her breast, making her moan and tremble with need as her already hardened nipples seem to get impossibly harder.
"I do so love a receptive vessel.", Doflamingo hums as he gently kneads the breast he's not currently paying attention to with his tongue.
"Doffy...", she moans, trying to reach him with her other hand, which he promptly adds to the one pinned above her head.
"No need for you to do anything. I'll make you feel good, sweetheart."
Another low moan escapes her, her hips bucking up at the promise, seeking friction.
"So eager for me. Such a good girl.", he hums, the vibration being carried to his tongue, making her shiver against him.
"Oh god...", she pants.
Something like a manic glint shoots through his eyes as he kisses her almost hungrily. He mumbles something into the kiss that strangely sounds a lot like. "That's right. I am a god.", but the moment passes as quickly as it came and she's already forgotten about it again by the time Doflamingo starts pushing down her skirt.
She wriggles against him, trying to facilitate his removal of her clothes to the best of her ability.
The skirt struggles to go down her hips, being rather tight in nature, so Doflamingo growls almost viscerally before simply ripping it in half.
Perhaps he'd be willing to lend her something out of his excessively large wardrobe after this to compensate, or so she hopes.
He distracts her by kissing her once more as greedy fingers start pushing her underwear aside, getting closer and closer to her folds.
She's quivering underneath him, never quite having been with somebody this strong, this self-assured, excuding dominance through each and every pore.
"Please...", she pants up at him, not bothering to specify what it is she is pleading for exactly. Judging by the hungry glint in his eyes he's more than happy to give her exactly what she wants, no, what she needs anyways.
His fingers are teasing her, touching her everywhere but exactly where she needs them the most. They trail up and down the insides of her thighs, drawing circles on her pubic mound, never quite digging into her folds and giving her the touch she so desperately craves.
"Please, Doflamingo. I need it. Please, please don't tease me any further.", she begs, not even caring that she's pleading so desperately when his touch is all she can think about, all she can beg for.
"You sound so good when you beg, darling.", he grins, bringing up his large fingers to her mouth, coaxing her to open it for her to suck on them.
His digits are so much larger than those of any man she's ever known but she's eager to take them, sucking on them, batting her eyelashes up at him like she's never done anything else in her life.
Teeth on full display in another wide grin, Doflamingo seems to enjoy the sight greatly. "You're doing so well, darling. Making me want you even more. Such a good little slut."
As if to prove his point, she sucks on his fingers more eagerly, taking them deeper and deeper into her mouth until she's nearly gagging on their length.
"So tight and warm. Can't wait to feel you even better later.", he compliments her before withdrawing his fingers.
He smears the saliva on her folds before finally, finally digging into them, running his fingers along the length of her.
She mewls and moans, bucking up against him, so desperate to have more and more of this feeling.
"All wet for me. Oh yes, I'm going to have my fun with you, sweetheart. So soft... so compliant. You're such a treat."
He teases her clit for a moment, gently running his finger up and down and drawing moan after moan from her while he does before stopping the stimulation once more altogether, making her beg him desperately for him to continue.
"What did I say about patience, darling?", he coaxes, though he doesn't actually seem to mind much.
After an agonizingly long pause his fingers are back, going a bit lower to tease her entrance before he starts pushing one inside carefully.
She's lifting her hips higher and higher to allow him easier access before he rests his body on her, forcing her down. "Down. Good slut."
That finger alone is already completely driving her nuts. She can't even begin to imagine what his cock's going to feel like with fingers this abnormally large.
He starts moving his finger in and out of her before adding a second, her already feeling slightly stretched even when it is simply two fingers entering her.
His lips meet hers once again, muffling her moans as she keeps trembling underneath him, the tremble getting even more pronounced whenever he adds his thumb rubbing her clit to the sensation.
She nearly comes undone there and then, her toes almost painfully curled, eyes squeezed shut as she sings for him.
"Don't." The command is short and abrupt, and so is his sudden lack of motion inside her. She opens her eyes to look at him quizzically.
"You're going to look at me when you come. Understood?" His tone is a little harsher than before, a shiver running down her spine at his domineering personality.
"Yes, Doffy.", she pants.
"Say my name properly."
"Yes... Doflamingo."
He lets out something between a growl, a purr and a chuckle at that. "Good slut. Now keep those desperate eyes open while I pluck away that lovely innocence from you little by little."
She's so close. So damn close to her release, so she just nods and does as he says.
He waits for a moment longer to ensure she's actually following his command before resuming his motion, a little slower than before, which is positively driving her wild.
"Please... Doflamingo. Go faster again."
Once more he stops completely, patting her cheek harshly with the hand he'd been using to keep her arms pinned. "Don't you dare tell me what to do, insolent little slut."
She's never been much into degradation, but coming from him, she's starting to feel herself being turned on by it. Especially when those hands of his are doing such wonders on her body, pushing further than normal sized hands usually even could have, finding her spot with practised ease.
"I'm sorry." She's so desperate, desperate that he won't punish her by denying her pleasure even longer.
"You better be. Or I won't let you come at all."
It shouldn't, but the thought of being so completely at his mercy, entirely unable to finally reach her climax, turns her on even more.
"I'll be good. Promise."
After what feels like forever he finally resumes, picking up the speed at which he is fingering her and rubbing her clit. She's so close to coming undone, her walls clenching around his fingers a few times almost involuntarily.
When he speeds up further she instinctively closes her eyes again, the habit hard to break through. This time, she's rewarded with a sharp slap to her breast, her eyes flying open as she gasps.
"Listen to me when I tell you things, you inattentive whore."
She nods, a few tears of surprise, anger, pain and pleasure stinging in her eyes at the harsh reprimand.
But it all fades away quickly when she's just so close to her high, teetering on the edge of climax.
"Come for me, pretty darling. Let me see how you unravel.", Doflamingo coos in a much more gentle manner, kissing her softly once more.
So she does. She completely falls apart under his capable hands, moaning and shaking, even spurting a little as she comes undone, Doflamingo relentlessly continuing his motions, nearly overstimulating her even more sensitive core and insides.
She keeps her eyes on him the entire time even when her vision starts to get a little hazy, desperate not to disappoint him again.
His eyes are drinking in her features, trembling and quivering beneath him, so completely unravelled by just his hands.
By the time she's capable of rational thought again, she notices that he's taken off his pants and boxers.
His large member is standing erect, precum pooling at the top as he strokes it with leasure, taking in her debauched sight.
"I can already tell you'll be a good one.", he praises, leaning his forehead against hers as he lines himself up.
She's not typically a cowardly person, but the size of that cock is making even her feel a little unsure about her own capability of taking him.
As if he could read her thoughts, he speaks again: "Don't worry your pretty little head. It always works out one way or another."
Something about the way he's speaking seems a little cryptic, but she pays it no mind, trying to brace herself.
She was right. It's a struggle from the first second as he presses his large head against her entrance, barely giving her time to adjust as he slowly but unforgivingly pushes inside her without so much as a question for if she's okay.
He groans lowly, cursing about how tight she is as he continously pushes further without slowing down.
It really is a tight fit, her walls feeling impossibly stretched out, possibly beyond what she should be able to take.
She's never pushed through intimate pain quite like this, his continous movement giving her no time for pause as the pained sensations keep piling up.
He's still not even bottomed out by the time he's pushed it in as far as he can, a frown marring his otherwise beautiful face.
"Of course I can't even bottom out. Worthless whore.", he snarls, the words hitting her like a whip.
She's tempted to argue, tempted to snap at him for insulting her when she's this incredibly vulnerable - and in pain - because of him, but the faint sting of her breast reminds her all too well of what fruits her resistance had born the last time, so she stays quiet.
"I guess it will have to do.", he grunts before starting to move his terribly large cock in and out of her.
If not for his callous words, she might have started to enjoy this more than anything else. The pain eventually grows dull, her already overstimulated parts wet enough to at least facilitate things, but in her post-orgasmic clarity his words echo over and over. "Worthless whore." The phrase feels familiar. But why?
She lays there, taking all that he's giving her without much complaint beyond her groans and grunts as she tries to figure it out.
The woman. The crazed woman. "We're all his worthless whores. His breeding bitches." That's what she had said. A shiver runs down her back and her walls clench tightly around the intrusion involuntarily.
"Fuck, baby. Just like that. So fucking tight. Good girl." Doflamingo thinks she's still fully into this, that she's clenching so tightly around him because she's loving this.
Which she would be. Which she was enjoying. But now the goosebumps are starting to raise on her skin. She can't push him off, he's too heavy. Will he hit her again if she tries to resist?
But he's been so kind to her, so nice. She wanted this. Wanted him, fantasized about him pounding her just like he is in this very moment. Would she really let a bit of him getting physical and degrading her ruin that?
"Breeding bitches." It had felt like such a ridiculous, laughable term at the time. A silly alliteration conjured up by a confused mind. But her entire body goes even more tense, clenching around his cock again as she realizes with searing intensity that neither of them are using protection.
She has no idea how many days really passed since she left home. At what point of her cycle she is.
Her panicked thoughts spiral further and further, clearing her mind and making her realize just how much of a terrible idea all of this is.
She's willingly given herself to a pirate. Not just any pirate, but one of the seven warlords.
She's jostled out of her thoughts when he speeds up impossibly, pounding into her with an intensity that makes her entire body shake and that is sure to leave her terribly sore.
"Gonna fill you up good, darling. You take me so well, slut." The change between nicknames is jarring, and she's glad that now he is the one to have his eyes closed, teeth gritted, unable to see her horrified expression.
With a guttural groan Doflamingo finds his release, pushing himself to the brim into her, letting all of his cum spurt straight into her.
Some part of her wants to cry, another wants to scream and her still overstimulated parts betray her by taking pleasure in this treatment.
He doesn't pay any attention to her own enjoyment of the situation thankfully, rolling off of her once he's let all of his release into her, panting and wiping the sweat off of his brow before getting up, his fingers moving back and forth strangely.
"I'll go clean up. You stay like that for a bit."
He doesn't even bother looking at her again and something in her panics even further. Why would she need to stay like this? What reason could there possibly be?
When he's walked into the on-suite bathroom, she immediately tries to move, to get up too. But she can't. Some invisible force is holding her in place.
She struggles fiercely, but there's nothing she can do, it's like all of her limbs are completely stuck in place, unable to move.
She can't help but whimper, her fear intensifying tenfold at laying here, so completely and hopelessly vulnerable, waiting for Doflamingo to return.
He takes his time as she can hear the shower running, a hummed tune faintly being audible over the noise of running water. Isolated tears are starting to run down her face.
What has she done? Who has she willingly jumped into bed with? Her family was right. "You're not ready to be living on your own.", they had always told her. But it's not like she willingly approached this situation. That was the kidnappers' fault.
But it's fine. It's going to be okay. She'll talk to Doflamingo about this. He's been so kind and sweet to her, they just needed to communicate what they both wanted and needed from the experience beforehand. That's all.
Eventually he does return, a cozy light purple pyjama pant now covering his legs. He frowns as he sees her face with its glassy eyes and obvious tears.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong? I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"A- a bit.", she stutters. Now he's all sweet again. Who is she to shame his kinks? There are probably lots of people who are into degradation. She shouldn't be taking this so personally. She let herself run away with her stupid intuition and now she's ruined her enjoyment of getting to sleep with a freaking king.
"I'm so sorry. Here, I'll clean you up." She hadn't even noticed that he'd brought a wet towel with him, dabbing at her sweaty skin gently as he starts to clean all of her, returning to the bathroom a few times to refresh the towel as he delicately cleans her most intimate parts too.
Somehow the tender care makes her cry even more.
He grimaces, looking at her in confusion. "What now? I'm being gentle."
"S-sorry. I just... It was all a bit too much."
Doflamingo sighs, discarding the towel besides the bed as he crawls in towards her, pulling her towards his chest, her body now suddenly able to move once again.
He cradles her head gently, putting a tender kiss on top of it as he speaks quietly as if to a wounded animal. "That's okay. I know I'm a lot to take in. But you did so well for me, my sweet. I'm so proud of you. Please don't cry. I'm here. Ssh."
She finds herself melting in his arms, the soft words, the kind reassurance being exactly what she needs in this moment. "Oh, Doffy. I'm sorry. I didn't wanna ruin the afterglow..."
"It's okay. I forgive you. You haven't ruined anything for me."
He keeps on soothing and reassuring her again and again as she gets more and more drowsy listening to him. She feels safe like a little child in their parents' arms as he keeps doting on her, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a better tomorrow.
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