Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: Well, my brain certainly took this somewhere lmao!
The streets of Spider Miles were thick with grime, the stench of rust and saltwater clinging to the air. It was a place ruled by desperation, where only the cruel and cunning survived.
Within the crumbling ruins and industrial decay, there was one place that stood untouched, the Donquixote Family's domain. You belonged there.
Inside the hideout, past the executives, your world was much smaller. You didn't sit in on business deals or oversee operations. You weren't a strategist or a ruthless enforcer. You took care of the children.
They were rowdy, loud, chaotic, but they were yours to watch over. Baby 5, with her endless need to be useful, clung to your side like a shadow, eagerly offering to do anything for you.
Buffalo, brash and playful, often challenged you to little games, showing off his devil fruit abilities with childish pride. Dellinger, still a newborn, slept peacefully in your arms, small and fragile compared to the harsh world he had been born into.
And Law, a newcomer, distant and withdrawn, barely acknowledged you most days, but at least he tolerated your presence, a kindness in its own way. You didn't mind this role. You were happy here.
There was a comfort in being needed, being relied on. The Donquixote Family had given you a place, a purpose. You were loyal, fiercely, unwaveringly loyal.
That afternoon, while the children played, the executives gathered in the main hall. You weren't one of them, but you were present, standing along the edges of the room as Doflamingo sat, discussing business with his officers.
Trebol's nasally laugh grated against the walls as he leaned over the table, his slimy fingers tapping against the surface. Pica, his voice high, gestured toward a map laid out in front of them.
Diamante, ever theatrical, tapped his fingers, muttering about new weapons shipments. It wasn't your place to speak. You simply listened, observing from a respectful distance.
Doflamingo barely acknowledged you. He rarely did at times like this. To the others, you were useful, for raising the children of course, but nothing more, but at night, that was different.
Later, when the halls of the hideout had quieted and the children were asleep, you waited, and like clockwork, he came.
Doflamingo's presence was suffocating, his towering frame blocking the doorway as he stepped inside, closing the door. The warmth of his usual smirk was absent, there was no amusement, no kindness, only expectation.
"Come here". You obeyed without hesitation. You always did. His hands were rough, his grip firm, there was no gentleness in the way he took you. Doflamingo wasn't one for tenderness, he didn't whisper sweet words or offer affection. This was possession, control.
