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' GODS . . . ' ──a one piece fanfiction created / edited 08.16.24
Authors note ; ooo. Why is punk hazard so long 😓 ooo. Also (kinda?) trigger warning when it comes to the second half
ooo. stepping out as the doors go to shut completely, ceaser calls out; "wanting a death wish?" He asks, bellona looks over at him, "i really don't care, I'm leaving." She walks away, her conquerors haki flashing up when the marines out there go to attack her, saying she helped get their Smoker-kun and Tashigi-chan captured.
Just then, there was a explosion- causing black smoke. Bellona waves a hand as she looked up and suspected it was one of the pirates, but she simply walks away, finished with her observations of the pirates. Not really minding observing sniper king ( dawg does not gaf about usopp 😭😭 )
When she stops and turns around, she feels someone colliding in her back for a quick moment, she turns her head over at the person who was Luffy, "oh its you, swirly face!" He laughs with his legs stretched up before he snaps up.
'What a weird-' and then she saw cyborg franky using his... farts to propel himself in the air, telling Luffy he's checking up on the Sunny.
These people really were idiots.
ooo. leaned against the door entrance, her gaze was low with her lower lip puckered out, looking at Doflomingo, who turned around at her with a evil snark.
"Back already?" He questions the obvious with a smirk, she nods as she stands up and heads to a couch by him as she stands behind the red plushed couch that was quite expensive looking.
"That's correct." She says with a nod, "and what have you made of those people? Hm?" He asks as he then takes a drink of his red wine.
Her nose exhales, "their... idiots with no sense of intellect with exception of Nico Robin." She tells him straightforwardly with a narrowed look.
"Ah... take a seat Bellona." He grins, her eyes sharpen as she nods, taking a seat as he pours a second glass, holding it to her with a look that shows he obviously had something planned.
"What do you want, Doflomingo?" She asks as she hesitates for a moment before taking a drink of the wine, smelling no trace of anything put in here unlike last time, where he tried to poison her, but that was when she first offered to join his crew and his plan.
"Still believe i'll try poisoning you?" He asks, laughing as she looks at him from under her lashes, before closing her eyes and shaking as she places the wine down, opening her eyes as she stares into the reflection in the glass.
Doflomingo's brows purse forward from her silence before he throws back the glass of wine before slamming it down on the table.
His eyes snap to her, a grin coming over his lips, "is this about Law?" She pauses, her jaw moving forward for a instant, and she looks right at his visors, "no, of course not." She tells the warlord to his face, her expression remaining neutral.
A deep hum comes from him as he grabs her by the wrist, pushing her down on the couch, her back slamming against the red couch that was stiffer than she expected.
He was above her, his body already larger than her as he leans in, his face next to her jaw as she simply stares at the ceiling as he moves his knee next to her side as he moves it out, and something she doesn't expect, his him to slam it into her side
A cough as her eyes were wide. She grabs her side as he grabs her by the hair, her wide from surprise eyes snap to him, "doflo-" he throws her into a wall.
She held her head as he went over to her, she felt the feeling of blood start to pool. Her face twitches, "i know you helped some of the strawhats... but since i need you for my plan, Bellona, i'll let you live." Is all he said before leaving from the room.
The air was still as she sat herself up as her body instinctively trembled, her hands tighten against the stone ground into a fist.
The drip of blood from either the side of her mouth or the one on her hair drips. Her eyesight blurs in and out as she moves a hand to where she felt hit.
And even when she tries to suck in a calming inhale, her side stretches in pain. Biting down her lip, she puts a hand against the wall, pushing herself up as she stumbles forward towards the turned over couch that she moves up, before slumping onto it.
A painned breath escapes her, her hands ball up as she presses her lips together, closing her eyes for a moment, all she can get out is a mumble;
