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As soon as Doflamingo’s feet touched royal palace ground, he made his way straight to the west wing, towards her quarters.

The stone corridors were quiet and empty, illuminated only by the flickering light of hanging torches. In the late hours of the night, it seemed almost as if there were no signs of life at the palace, most of the residents resting in their own respective rooms. Including her.

It took Doflamingo no time at all to stand before her doors. Without a sound, he turned the knob and entered the former princess’ private quarters.

A familiar, gentle scent greeted him when he came inside. It was his first time coming home after a rough two weeks. He missed it terribly. He missed this scent terribly. With his Observation Haki, Doflamingo could sense her soft breathing and the slow beat of her heart coming from the bedroom. And there he went.

Her scent and presence became stronger as he approached, and Doflamingo settled at the side of the bed, sitting right next to the blanketed heap of her body. A rare, soft smile appeared on his face, a stark contrast to his usual sharp grin.

Staring at her sleeping face, Doflamingo thought how peaceful she looked when she’s resting. There were no hard lines in her eyebrows, and her all-seeing eyes were closed in serenity, for once not looking at everything.

She looked beautiful. He also missed this terribly.

Doflamingo lifted a hand and stroke her cheek softly, feeling smooth skin under calloused fingers.

“Doffy?” The woman before him stirred, eyes fluttering open.

“Did I wake you, love? Apologies, it was not my intention.” Doflamingo said, shifting his long fingers to her dark strands. He thought he was being quite careful, but perhaps he should take her trained senses into more consideration.

“When did you come back?” Viola asked, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Just now.”

Viola looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open. “How did it go?”

He chuckled, his mouth splitting into an almost maniacal grin. “Great. It went better than I expected, actually.”

A smile graced her lips, though it looked more like a grimace in her still drowsy state. “Congratulations. You succeeded in making a Yonkou your business partner. Another milestone reached for Donquixote Doflamingo.”

“It is great news for our family, Viola,” Doflamingo said, putting pressure on the word ‘family’. “Everything we’ve worked so hard for have finally paid off.”

Viola replied with a noncommittal nod. She clutched at the pillow beneath her head, eyes closing. “Is that the only thing you wanted to say to me?”

Doflamingo caressed her head, his grin ever present. “That, and I wanted to tell you how much I missed you, my love.”

Viola poked an eye open at his words. “I think it’s a little too early for this, Doffy. Save your teasing for when the sun has risen, at least.”

“But it’s not. I’m serious, Viola.”

Viola let out a sigh. With a struggle, she managed to pull herself to a sitting position. Doflamingo could not help but take in the way her brown curls fall around her face messily.

“Alright. I missed you too. Happy, now?”

He burst out laughing. “How I’ve missed your crude way with words, too. You are one of a kind, my dear.” Doflamingo framed her face between his large hands and pulled her close. “I adore you, Viola.” He breathed, and covered her mouth in a searing kiss.

Despite her demeanor, Viola soon responded to his passion with one of her own, which pulled a satisfied smile on him. It seemed she wasn’t entirely lying when she said she missed him.

Doflamingo pulled her into his lap, her thighs positioned on the sides of his waist. Nipping her lower lip, he cherished the warmth of her body all through his, and her soft, soft breasts pressing into his torso.

An urgent thought came at the back of his desire-riddled mind, and with a heavy heart, Doflamingo put some distance between them.

Viola looked at him in question, her lips swollen. Doflamingo touched them with his thumb.

“Viola,” he began, “Marry me.”

For a moment, Viola’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure and sighed. “Doffy, not this again.”

Truth be told, it was not the first time he uttered those words, just like it was not the first time she brushed it off. For some reason, Viola seemed to doubt his genuine intent in asking her to be with him in holy matrimony – not that Doflamingo could blame her, he perfectly understood that tying oneself with the one who invaded her country could be hard, but not impossible and definitely not a novelty. Despite the woman’s numerous attempts at avoiding the question, Doflamingo never backed down. He wasn’t one to easily give up.

This time, though, he was determined to receive a different answer from her. It had been his sole purpose since stepping back at the royal palace.

Doflamingo chuckled. Tightening his arms around her body, he said, “We’re good together, aren’t we? Why shouldn’t we be together for the rest of our lives?”

“Doffy, please. You don’t even have feelings for me.” Viola’s voice was low, her gaze shifting to the floor.

Doflamingo froze. Unlike her past reasonings, this one was on a whole other territory. Slowly, his grin faded.

“You must jest, Viola dearest.”

“It’s you who do, Young Master.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. How he despised it when she called him like that.

“You must know, if not to some extent, how deeply I feel for you.”

A wry smile appeared on her lips. “I know that for you, I’m one of your many toys for bedroom adventures,” she looked at him then, her eyes void of its usual sparks, “Did you ask me because they didn’t give you the answer you want? Although I find it hard that they would refuse anything coming from you.”

Another muscle twitched, this time, on his forehead.

“I’ve said this countless times, Viola. Since the second I decided to pursue you, there were no others. There will never be again. Don’t lump me in together with the likes of Diamante, Trebol, and Señor Pink. They have their own preferences, and so do I.”

“Even during the pool parties?” Viola teased.

Doflamingo kissed her throat, slow and deliberate. “We’re always together in every pool party. Trebol often told me to keep it moderate in public, but it’s hard to hold back when you looked so ravishing,” grinning, he proceeded to bite the area between her shoulder and neck, earning a restrained gasp from her, “Everyone should know you are mine, my love.”

“They already do, even without you making a show of it.”

“So let me be yours too.” He eased the bite with a soft kiss.

“Doffy,” Viola began. She pushed his chest in an attempt to create a distance, to no avail. Even in a relaxed state, there were few who could make him budge. “It’s impossible for us to be in marriage.”

“Why? I care about you, and I know you somewhat do too, though you’ll keep telling yourself it’s not true.” Viola’s face reddened at that. “We’ve known each other for a while, and been together for the majority of it. I think it’s about time we tied it properly.”

“You’re not making any sense...”

“If there’s proof that you don’t feel the way I know you do towards me, Viola, I won’t ask you to marry me again.” He cut her off, his tone hard.

“I shouldn’t...” she stuttered, then shook her head, “I don’t... I don’t have any feelings for you, Doflamingo. I don’t care about you.”

Doflamingo lifted her chin, bringing her gaze upwards to him. In the darkness of the room, he saw tears glistening at her eyes. It pained him to see her like that. He knew she had warring thoughts inside – it was not the first time he wished she didn’t have such strong conscience.

“You can lie to me all you want, Viola. But you should never lie to yourself.” A tear escaped her eye, and Doflamingo caught it with a finger.

“You are the most insufferable man I’ve ever met.” Viola said through clenched teeth.

He chuckled, then pecked her on the lips. She’d said that to him too many times. “We are meant to be together. It’s fated by the skies.” Just like he was fated to be king.

When she didn’t speak again, Doflamingo held her left hand between them, caressing her fingers with a thumb. He stopped at the one which was supposed to support a ring.

“Marry me, Viola.” Doflamingo said again.

He was watching Viola’s expression the whole time, taking in every twitch in her nerves, the slightest change in her face. She didn’t come out with a retort like before, instead appearing deep in thought. Looking right at his sunglasses-covered eyes, she searched and searched, digging through his thoughts and memories. Doflamingo remained still and let himself fall prey to her Devil Fruit ability, not that he never did. He let her see everything about him. Only her alone could do that. Only her, he would let into his deepest thoughts.

He didn’t know how much time passed as they stared at each other, taking a glimpse at the other’s soul.

Then, Viola opened her lips.

“I have one condition, Doffy.”

“Tell me.” He breathed.

“Don’t make the gladiators fight to the death in Corrida Colliseum.”

He couldn’t help the laugh escaping his mouth. “Thinking of your adorable niece, are you?” The woman should learn to be more selfish in his opinion. She could ask for anything in the world, and he would fight and kill to bring it to her feet. “Fine. It’ll take the fun out of the matches, but we can work with that.”

Viola let out a breath. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

He raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “You will marry me?”

“Yes.” The lightest blush colored her cheeks.

Doflamingo felt like he just conquered another country. His chest felt light, his slender fingers itching to release deadly strings into the world. A weight had finally lifted off his shoulders. Another milestone reached for Donquixote Doflamingo.

Feeling euphoric, Doflamingo burst out laughing, filling the dark room with his shrill cackles. He lifted his body off the bed, taking Viola with him. In her surprise, the woman wrapped her legs behind his back and her arms around his neck, afraid of falling – not that he’d ever let her go after having her in his embrace at last.

Doflamingo grabbed her arse to support her better. His face almost hurt from grinning too much. “We should have a big feast with the rest of the family. And hold the wedding ceremony at the end of the week.”

Viola gaped at him. “Don’t you think it’s too soon? The preparations need time-”

“I want you to be my wife as soon as possible, my love.”

“But, Doffy-”

He cut her off with a kiss, deep and full of passion, putting everything he had. Without breaking apart, Doflamingo laid her back on the bed, and loosened the buttons of his shirt. He pulled away slightly, whispering down her ear. “Now let me show you just how much I adore you, Viola.”

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When Viola awoke, the sun had already risen high in the sky, its light filtering into her bed chamber. In her sleep-induced state, she could feel pain blossoming in her lower body and back, which, upon closer inspection, crept into the rest of her body. She would have a hard day walking, that was for sure.

An arm held tight to her waist when she tried to move. Viola’s eyes snapped open. She was met with hard pectoral muscles.

“Good morning, wife.” 

The current king of Dressrosa stared down at her, his pointy sunglasses not present for once. Though there were multiple times where she could see him like this, he had been gone for two weeks, so it’s been a while. She took in his long blond eyelashes and impossibly blue eyes, soft like the sky. It made him look less rough, less terrifying. More human than demon.

And she would soon become his wife.

“Enjoying the view, love?” He gave her a wide grin.

Viola shifted her gaze away, cheeks coloring. “I’m not your wife yet.”

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Minor details.” Doflamingo brought their bodies close, until there was no space left between. The growing bulge in his lower parts didn’t go unnoticed. Alarmed, Viola quickly held his chest back with both hands. She couldn’t believe what he’s trying to do, passionate as he was, there should still be a limit as to how far a man could go.

“Doffy!” Viola cried, “Enough, already! We already did it so many times.”

“And I can still go for many more. I’m never not starving when it comes to you, Viola.” He licked a strip down her neck, tingling her skin. She could feel his rising arousal on her thigh, and Viola groaned.

“I really can’t do it anymore, Doffy! My body hurts all over because you keep going till dawn!”

Doflamingo halted his movements. He directed his full attention to her, staring intently at her eyes. “Is it really bad? Should I call for a doctor?”

“What? No!” Viola couldn’t believe this man. She would die in embarrassment if a doctor were to check on her because of their intense lovemaking. But seeing Doflamingo’s serious expression made her forget the shame and try to ease his mind.

“I’m fine, truly. I just need some rest.”

Doflamimgo hummed. “I suppose I should’ve kept it down a bit. My bad. I was too excited after not seeing you for so long.”

Viola pinched his cheek, grumbling as she scolded him like a child. “You’re always doing it too much. Do you know how hard it was to keep up with you?”

“Come now, you’re underestimating your abilities again. You take me so well, Viola, it hardly hurt you anymore, right?” Doflamingo tried to reason with her.

“Not if you do it like last night!” She snapped.

“Apologies... I’m a really passionate man when I’m with you.” Doflamingo chuckled.

Viola let out an exasperated sigh. In Dressrosa, the Land of Passion, Donquixote Doflamingo without a doubt was the most passionate person in the entire country. This, she knew best.

She was about to lay back down to sleep some more when a memory came into her mind. She sat upright immediately, hissing in pain at her sudden movement. How could she forget?

“What’s wrong-” Doflamingo tensed.

“I have a mission from my commander. I need to hurry and get ready.” She made to move in haste, but was stopped by Doflamingo.

“Relax, Viola. Trebol won’t mind if you spend some time with me.” He held onto her waist, keeping her prisoned in his arms.

“It’s really important, Doffy. If I don’t go right now, it will ruin our plan.” She said, concern etched onto her face.

The mission had been carefully planned for a week. A group of pirates claiming to be working under Joker – Doflamingo’s alias in the underworld business – himself, had been selling counterfeit weapons by making cheap replicas of the ones the Donquixote Family produced. Their buyers varied from across the seas, with more and more coming to Dressrosa demanding to meet Joker with complains about faulty weapons. Dealing with the scam victims became a hassle, and some of them even spread word that Joker’s weapon dealings were lousy and definitely not worth the price. It grew into a stain large enough to tarnish the Donquixote Family’s impeccable reputation. It was time to clean it once and for all.

A part of that pirate crew came into Dressrosa two days ago. The Family had been keeping a close eye since they entered the country, and Viola was given a very specific task – one that was perfectly suited for someone with her abilities. She made an appearance before them yesterday, playing the scenario of a runaway princess of a war-ridden kingdom, desperately in need of weapon supply. She told them she was willing to pay any price, and asked for as many weapons as they could give her.

They ate the bait, of course. Who would think twice about the words of a damsel in distress?

Viola agreed to meet them today at an abandoned factory in the outskirts of town. And the promised time was coming soon. She would need to assemble the soldiers and leave the royal palace.

“Doffy, I really have to go-” Viola tried to pull away again, but Doflamingo didn’t budge an inch.

“You need to rest. Let me take care of it.” Doflamingo said, his grin disappearing.

Viola opened her mouth to retort, but was interrupted when the doors to her chamber crashed open. Before she could even react, Doflamingo had wrapped his arms tight around her body and pulled the blanket over them both with his strings.

The sound of something wet dragging across the floor reverberated into the bedroom, and in the next second the doors were opened and Trebol came sliding in.

“Violet, hurry up and-” his throaty voice boomed, but froze when he saw Doflamingo on the bed with Viola mostly hidden under the covers on top of him.

For a moment, none of them said a word. Trebol openly gaped, his head shifting between the two of them.

“Trebol, as you can see,” Doflamingo tilted his head to their situation under the covers, “We are currently busy.”

“Do-Doffy? When did you come back?” Trebol asked, his face a mixture of confusion and surprise.

“Trebol, I’ll get ready immediately-” Viola started.

“Can’t you do something about it yourself?” Doflamingo said, his voice straining with impatience.

“Huh?” Trebol seemed lost for a second. “Are you asking me to... Ah. Sorry, I can’t, Doffy. We really need Violet to go down there or the plan will fail.”

Doflamingo furrowed his eyebrows. Taking the brief silence as a chance, Viola quickly jumped in.

“Yes, it’s true. So, please let me go, Young Master.”

The crease in his forehead deepened. Trebol looked at the escalating tension warily. Gulping, he added, “I promise this will be the last mission for a while for Violet. But... we really do need to make a run for it now...”

Doflamingo had not released his eyes from Viola. After a few seconds that felt like hours, he finally huffed and nodded his head in understanding. Viola gave him a small smile and Trebol sighed in visible relief.

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It was late afternoon when Viola finished her business for the mission. The pain in her lower back remained a constant reminder of the night before, and Viola thought it a miracle that she could still be walking to this point. Perhaps she did build some resistance to Doflamingo after all.

The mission was a success. They managed to capture all the members currently present in Dressrosa and found valuable information; their business deals and the location of their headquarters – courtesy of her Giro Giro no Mi abilities. Now held in Royal Palace prison, the crew had undoubtedly met the top executives. Doflamingo himself might make an appearance before them, he always did despise those who mess with the Donquixote Family. Viola had seen his wrath countless times at that. To this day, the memories remained fresh in her head. She could never forget how terrifying he could be. Despite all the affection and sweet words he’s directed towards her, Viola always remembered the cruel man he truly was.

Viola halted in her tracks. She was walking in an alley crowded by teashops and cafés. Patrons and passerby alike filled the area, toys and humans chattering vividly under the approaching evening sky. She looked around the lively setting before her.

The undeniable truth was, Dressrosa had prospered considerably since Doflamingo’s ascension to the throne. He was a formidable warlord, but he was a much better businessman and dealer. Doflamingo brought Dressrosa to a golden era of riches in such a short time. Something she suspected only he could do.

And yet, a shadow loomed over the country still.

Viola saw everything. And it was not all joy and happiness.

She continued her path straight, the alley breaking into a bright plaza teeming with music and market stalls. People were dancing in a circle at the center of the area, following the rhythm of classic Dressrosa musical instruments. All kinds of food and accessories could be found in the stalls, Viola noting herself to check some snacks for the people back at the palace. She passed a couple of woman and toy in front of a flower wagon, the lady giggling excitedly over a bouquet of pink roses the gentleman was holding to her. Seeing them brought a smile to her face.

Viola walked around the plaza, stopping here and there to buy a couple of snacks and to fawn over meticulate crafted jewelries and knick-knacks. She had always enjoyed going around town by herself, it allowed her a brief moment of respite to just appreciate life as it was.

The sky had gone completely dark when she finished looking around. Deciding it was time to go back, Viola started to make her way out of the plaza, but somehow got dragged to join the circle of dancing people. There was no hope of escape before the music ended, so Viola awkwardly accepted her fate. When it came to splitting in pairs, Viola was pulled on the waist by a vibrant young man, who didn’t seem to get the hint that she wasn’t keen on getting too close to him.

“What a lovely evening it is to meet someone as beautiful as you, Señorita.” He said smoothly, flashing her a wide smile.

Viola was in the middle of trying to put some distance between the man’s too warm hands and her body. “Is it?” She asked, her tone rigid.

“Of course!” He boomed in excitement, before leaning in to whisper in her ear conspiratorially, “Should we get out of here and grab a bite somewhere? I’d love to get to know you better, my beautiful Señorita.”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” Viola said in a hurry, stepping on his foot on purpose.

“It’s not Señorita. It’s Señora.”

Viola’s eyes widened when she sensed his presence. Where it was empty a mere second ago, now stood Doflamingo in his signature pink feather coat, looking at them with a dangerously sharp grin. A chill crept down her spine.

Viola’s impromptu dance partner gaped like a fish before him, his eyes almost jumping out of their sockets. When he gathered himself, the man quickly fell into his knees, releasing Viola in the process.

“Your Majesty!” he stammered. “It’s an honor to have your presence with us!”

Doflamingo chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He looked down at the man like he was less than an insect, enjoying the sight of him grovelling on the ground. When Viola saw Doflamingo move his fingers, she quickly stepped in front of him.

“Oi, brat. Be careful when you see a pretty woman next time. She might already belong to someone else.” Doflamingo said between gritted teeth.

“Doffy.” Viola called his name softly, meant only for him to hear.

Doflamingo peeled his gaze away slowly, his expression changing when he shifted his attention to Viola. “I came to pick you up, my love.”

Despite herself, Viola smiled a little at that. Imagining a scene where the executives gave up making him sit and work through his less-exciting duties as king was always amusing. Trebol and Diamante must be busying themselves with paperwork as of right now. Maybe asked the others for help, too.

Doflamingo offered his hand towards her, which Viola accepted without question. He pulled her close to his exposed torso, bringing his other hand to her lower back.

“Ah, I forgot my things over there.” Viola remembered at the last second. She bought so many things, it’d be a shame to lose them all. She was about to move when Doflamingo shot his string to the direction she pointed. Viola stayed to her spot. After he retrieved everything safely, Doflamingo carried her up his arms and they took off into the night sky.

The crisp, Dressrosa air greeted them as they made their way with the strings. From up here, Viola could see the country and its people from a bird’s point of view – and it was always a humbling experience. Lights brought the town into life, glittering brightly in the night. And if she looked up, she was met with a view of twinkling stars, or if she’s lucky, a sight of a shooting star. It’s definitely one of the perks from travelling with Doflamingo’s Ito Ito no Mi abilities.

“You used to be so afraid of this.” Doflamingo smiled down at her, which she replied with one of her own.

“I’ve learned to enjoy it more lately.” Viola said.

“That’s good.” Doflamingo chuckled, then his expression shifted a little. “Why were you going around till late? It still hurts, doesn’t it?”

Indeed, the pain in her lower back had not disappeared. She answered sheepishly, “I got caught up in the market stalls, then got dragged into the dancing floor.”

“You should’ve kicked the brat in the balls. Definitely a lot more effective than stepping on a foot.” Doflamingo grinned.

It was the main, and perhaps only reason Doflamingo was not pleased with her little excursion. Sometimes he could go a little too far with his possessive trait.

“My, is that jealousy I’m hearing, Young Master?” Viola asked, feigning surprise.

“That damn brat was touching you all over and asking you out for a night. I could’ve killed him on the spot, but I didn’t.” Doflamingo said, as if he was flaunting his patience and generosity.

Viola sighed. “You do know what I had to do for the sake of our missions, right?”

His mouth tilted downwards. “As a matter of fact, Viola, I believe we have to revise your strategy for executing plans. I’ve talked to Trebol about this many times, but he said you offered the damsel seduction trick more often than not. Even though you only went as far as petty flirtations and innocent touches,” his forehead furrowed deeply, “I’d prefer it if you refrain from showing too much of yourself to our targets.”

Viola stared at him for a moment. “I just thought of what’s best for the mission. For the Donquixote Family.”

“We can think of other ways.” Doflamingo let out a huff. “Do you really think I will keep letting anyone look at my wife like that?”

Viola opened her mouth.

“Yes, we’re not married until three days later. But you get the point.”

She closed her mouth. A smile teasing its way into her lips.

“Let’s think of other strategies.” Doflamingo pressed, practically begging her to change her mind.

She let him wait a couple more seconds, then nodded her agreement. “We’ll think of other strategies.”

He grinned at that, satisfaction easing his muscles that had been taut during the conversation. Soon after, the King’s Plateau came closer and they touched down in front of the guarded palace gates.

Doflamingo didn’t release his hold on Viola, instead strolling into the Donquixote Family’s headquarters with her snug in his arms. He brought them straight to the dining hall, where all of the executives and officers had taken their respective seats. They each greeted the Young Master in turn, which Doflamingo replied in kind.

“We’re back.” He smirked triumphantly.

Doflamingo sat at the head of the long dining table, setting Viola on his lap. Gesturing to the assortment of dishes in front of them, he invited them to begin eating.

“Violet, did you bring snacks?” Sugar, the youngest looking member perked up when she saw the bags Doflamingo put on the table. As per usual, her fingers were filled with grapes, as was the bowl she always carried with her.

Viola unpacked her haul from the market stalls. She had bought enough for everyone, got all of their favorites, too. “Please help yourselves, everyone.” She offered, noting their hungry stares.

“Ah, thank you, sweet Violet! I’ve been craving these croquetas for a week!” Giolla cried, quickly swiping a whole bunch into her own plate.

“I’ll take all of these, then,” Machvise said, his mouth full of his choice of snacks.

“How thoughtful of you, Violet.” Gladius said thankfully.

The rest of the members each gave their opinions alternately, the snacks she bought thinning quickly. Content that they all seemed to like her gift, Viola unwrapped the last box left unopened, and the smell of empanadas filled the air.

Doflamingo broke into a wide grin. “My love, you remembered.” He opened his mouth to her, and Viola fed him with her hand.

“Is it good?” she asked, though Doflamingo’s satisfaction was palpable on his face.

“Delicious! Give me more.” He opened his mouth again.

She fed him again. And again. And again. His teeth lightly scraped her fingers, at times biting her without shame, while his lengthy tongue lapped on her skin even when there were no crumbs left.

Dinner in the Donquixote Family went by as usual. They would gather in the dining hall, all of the members safe for those on missions, and eat together as one big family. Not one of them uttered a word about the Young Master’s brazen display of affection towards their resident clairvoyant. They’d seen it too many times that it hardly became something worth mentioning. Just when dinner was coming to a close, Doflamingo stood and settled Viola on the chair he was sitting on. Grabbing his wine glass, he twirled it idly, raising his voice so it could be heard over the chatters and clinking silverware.

“My dear family, I have some news to tell you.” Doflamingo began, his grin widening.

“Did we get another Devil Fruit, Young Master?” Dellinger blurted, his eyes flashing red for a split second.

“Nah, I bet we’re raiding another town.” Diamante sniggered.

Ignoring both of their comments, Doflamingo continued, “Violet and I are getting married at the end of the week.” He broke into a fit of chuckles, like he couldn’t contain his emotions anymore.

There was a brief moment of silence as the family processed the news. Then, Trebol and Giolla let out a shout of victory.

“Ha! I told you Doffy would marry Violet!” Trebol laughed, pointing his clubs staff at a pale-faced Diamante.

“Serves you right.” Pica’s high-pitched voice quipped.

“A real man would marry no one but his true love.” Señor Pink said, his tone uncharacteristically sad.

“But Violet has turned him down so many times!” Diamante reasoned, before stopping all of a sudden and looked apologetically at Doflamingo, which the latter replied with shrug.

“Idiots. All of you and your stupid bets should just drop dead.” Sugar said in a flat tone.

Viola’s face reddened in embarrassment. They had been betting on whether she would marry Doflamingo or not? Don’t they have anything better to do?

Doflamingo laughed, clearly amused at his family’s antics. He draped an arm around Viola’s shoulder, offering her his glass of wine, before taking another for himself.

“Now, let’s have a toast for our upcoming wedding!” He raised his glass high in the air, his gesture followed by the rest of the members.

The wine tasted especially sweet tonight. Just as Doflamingo’s lips were when he and Viola returned for the night.

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The resounding chatters and splashes felt like music in his ears. With the heat of the sun warming his tan skin, Doflamingo thought it was truly the perfect day for a pool party. He smiled his usual sharp grin, enjoying the sight of his family having fun before him.

The Donquixote Family and a couple of girls invited by Diamante, Trebol, and Señor Pink were currently spending their time in the pool on the palace’s courtyard, lounging and laughing like there’s not a thing they need to take care of. Doflamingo had stated that the pool parties or any other banquets they held were meant to be enjoyed to the fullest, where they could let go of their responsibilities and set aside their plans and missions for a later time. This day was one of them. And for obvious reasons, Doflamingo intended to make it one of the best parties they ever had.

He had ordered the chefs to serve the most delicious dishes and desserts, and the butlers to take out the tastiest wine. Doflamingo laid sprawled in the the pool’s lavish lounge chair, large enough to fit his enormous height, with some space to spare others. His feet was perched on a round stool, completely at ease. He donned a pair of swimming shorts with pink pattern, his feather coat nowhere to be seen.

“Your Majesty.” A nasally voice disrupted his moment alone, followed by the presence of an ill-mannered woman.

Doflamingo felt the tendons on his neck pulling taut. The woman had seated herself on his chair without asking for his permission. Suddenly, there was an itch in his fingers.

“Why haven’t you call for us? Don’t you miss us, Your Majesty?” the woman rambled on, inching closer to his body. “You know we’d be more than happy to accompany you, right?”

Without turning his head, Doflamingo said with a chuckle, “Leave. And I might spare your life.”

“Eh? Don’t joke like that, Your Majesty. We just want to make you happy.” She put a wet hand on his thigh, and all semblance of his patience snapped off.

Doflamingo moved his fingers, and the woman got thrown off the royal palace. Out of the King’s Plateau. Everything happened so fast that only the three top executives realized that he had moved. Or that a person had gone away. Doflamingo chuckled menacingly.

“Make sure the outsiders are briefed properly next time.” He said, which was responded by a terse nod from Trebol and Diamante.

Then, he felt it.

She had finally decided to come out.

The tension in his body eased in an instant.

Doflamingo folded his long legs and stood up, making his way to the doors to the inner palace. He arrived right on time with Viola passing through the guards stationed by the doors. His mouth pulled into a broad smile when he saw her. She was wearing a purple two-piece swimsuit with frills on the edges, accentuating her shapely bosom and plump arse in perfect harmony. His pink feather coat was draped around her shoulders. Doflamingo knew the swimsuit would look good on her when he bought it.

“I was beginning to worry you’d gone back to sleep, Viola.” Doflamingo put his arm around her waist, gently pulling her towards the pool area.

“No, it’s just…” she stopped, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, “It took me too long to decide on what to wear.”

Doflamingo chuckled heartily. “Although I know you’d look beautiful in anything, my love, I’m glad your choice falls to this.” After a thought, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “But I might be offended by the open stares these dimwits are giving you.”

“Doffy.” Viola halted, touching his free arm. “I saw… what just happened.”

“Ah, you did?” He grinned, not missing a beat.

Viola let out a soft sigh. “This party is to celebrate our upcoming nuptials, Doffy. Let’s make it a good day for all of us.”

“But of course, love.” With a chuckle, Doflamingo pushed her to move again, until they are both seated at the lounge chair he occupied earlier.

They were sitting right in front of the pool, in plain view of the people hanging around. Doflamingo shed his coat from her shoulders, casting it to the side. Now, he could see her clearly. But it could be better.

Doflamingo placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to sit on his lap, her legs flanking his pelvis. He pushed her back closer until her breasts pressed up against his well-defined muscles. Enjoying the look on her bright, caramel eyes, Doflamingo leaned and touched their foreheads together.

“I want you, Viola.”

Viola closed one eye against the onslaught of his sunglasses-covered face. She pushed his face away with one hand. “I thought you want to let me rest for a while.”

He kissed her cheek. “And I did.”

Viola gave him a look. Doflamingo grinned. She must understand how hard it was for him to not make love to her last night. But he managed to hold himself back for her well-being. Though it resulted in a growing urge to devour her now.

Doflamingo trailed his mouth down her throat, peppering her skin with wet kisses. He went for her breasts next, unabashedly clamping his teeth on one of her mounds, making her gasp in surprise. His arousal was pressing on the area between her legs, and the warmth coming from it almost drove him mad.

“Doffy. People are looking.” Viola’s voice sounded urgent, and Doflamingo felt her heart beating thunderously on her chest.

Her thighs were clasping his waist tighter. Doflamingo laughed. She always became more sensitive when they were in public. Without warning, he grinded against her groin, and Viola yelped. She quickly covered her mouth, face red with embarrassment. It made Doflamingo laugh harder.

“I know you like it when we have spectators, Viola. Makes it all the more exciting, doesn’t it?” Doflamingo eased the bite mark on her breast with a long swipe of his tongue. He pressed into her warmth still, feeling the proof of her desire wetting his swimming trunks. “Ah, should we give them a show, my love?”

“Stop that,” Viola trailed off, trying hard to suppress her voice. But Doflamingo couldn’t have that, he raised a hand and put two of his fingers inside her mouth, pressing on her tongue.

“Let me hear you, Viola.” Doflamingo said.

Viola moaned. Doflamingo chuckled in satisfaction.

He opened his mouth and let his tongue dive through her lips. Doflamingo relished the familiar warmth of her mouth, exploring his tongue all over her crevices and reaching as deep as he could. While keeping one hand on her back, he roamed his fingers through her smooth skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hand paused when he reached her breast. He slipped his fingers inside the fabric of her top, squeezing her heavy mound fully. He smiled through their kiss, her moans suppressed by him.

Doflamingo couldn’t help but keep thrusting into her wet arousal, his movements slow but deliberate. He wanted to push her swimsuit aside and enter her properly, but Viola wouldn’t like that, so he decided to save it for their bedchambers at night, when it was just the two of them. He kept playing with her breast while locking their lips, steadily bringing their pleasure to a peak.

And then her body shook greatly and he felt her wetness oozing to his covered cock. Doflamingo released their lips, chuckling at her desire-addled face. He removed his fingers from her breast and connected both of his hands at her lower back.

“Feeling good?” he asked.

Viola struggled to catch her breath. “I hate you.”

Doflamingo laughed. “Well, I don’t.”

It took Viola some time to get her bearings back together, and she held on tight to Doflamingo while she did so, clutching both of her arms around his neck like it’s the only support keeping her upright. On the other hand, Doflamingo had half a mind to get them out of the pool area and find some secluded corner where he could take her and have blissful release from his still-evident arousal. Yet again, he knew Viola wouldn’t like that, so he decided it best to try to calm his throbbing erection and stay where they were until the party ended.

The two went about subtly – if not awkwardly, mostly due to Viola’s insistence that they shouldn’t drive more attention – to escape to the restroom and erase the proof of their moment of passion. Upon returning, Viola disentangled herself from Doflamingo and tried very hard to appear normal, practically running to join Baby 5 and her game of catch with Buffalo in the pool, not giving him as much as a backward glance. Already used to her antics, Doflamingo let her be and reclaimed his position in the lounge chair. Perhaps a nap would be a great idea, he thought, and closed his eyes.

“Hey, Doffy? You and Violet are really wild.” Trebol’s sudden close proximity roused him up.

“We’re passionate about each other.” Doflamingo said, a grin splitting his face.

“Of course they do, you moron. Where have you been all these years?” Diamante’s voice sneered.

Here they go again. Doflamingo gave up any notion of a nap after hearing both of the executives’ voices. He might as well entertain them.

“See, Trebol, Diamante knows it best.”

“Huh? I know it too-” Trebol started.

“Stop it, Doffy. You make it sound like I’m a genius.” Diamante said, ignoring Trebol completely.

“You are a genius.” Doflamingo said.

“Stop saying that.” Diamante retorted.

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Alright, if you insist, then I’ll admit that I’m a genius!” Diamante shouted, his ego inflated.

“How stupid…” Trebol mumbled under his breath.

It was always the same back and forth with Diamante, and it had become a common occurrence in the Donquixote Family for the Young Master to push the top executive into acceptance.

Trebol and Diamante had begun arguing all out, competing to decide which one of them knew best about the king and the former princess’ romance. Hearing them made him recount all that had passed in the ten years since he initiated the take over of Dressrosa. It’s hard to believe that so much time had passed already. Sneaking a glance at Viola, who was laughing with Baby 5 over a confused-looking Buffalo, Doflamingo thought about those first few months in the Royal Palace.

Never in his wildest fantasies did Doflamingo think that he would be so infatuated with the second daughter of King Riku. At the beginning, he was deeply interested in her Giro Giro no Mi abilities, knowing how useful they could be in the family’s future endeavours. Which led him to agree to the deal of not putting harm to the late king in exchange for the daughter’s support and loyalty. Viola proved to be quite an unusual princess. Where Doflamingo thought she would be apprehensive and closed-off, she turned out to be very well-driven and quick to adapt. Viola quickly learned the ropes of being a member of the Donquixote Family, of being a pirate, and managed to show promising skills in espionage and combat. Doflamingo himself taught her a couple of times, and Viola was always eager to improve. He didn’t know when he started to see her in another light, or when she stopped seeing him as just an imposing figure to obey and respect. But if he could point on a time, it must be the second year commemoration of him becoming king.

They were holding a banquet in the palace, with important guests coming from all over the world. Viola had looked so lovely in the dress he had given her as a birthday gift, and it could be the result of drinking too much wine or the annoying fact that men couldn’t seem to leave her alone, but Doflamingo remembered asking her hand for a dance. Since then, he couldn’t shake the memories of her soft skin and bright eyes out of his head. Try as he might, he couldn’t go back to the time where she was just the daughter of the former king who happened to possess a most beneficial devil fruit abilities. Something in him snapped when he noticed that she had been stealing glances at him too. And that sometimes, her eyes would falter when their gazes met across the room, or the faintest flush would color her cheeks when their skin brushed.

Accidental touches became more prominent, as well as lingering stares. The silence between them became loud, growing into a void that he was desperate to fill. Doflamingo remembered the first step he took to narrow their distance. The awkward, horrifying notion that it would be impossible between them and that it wouldn’t work no matter what. The two of them stumbled and got lost too many times.

But the path eventually led to a somewhat smooth-sailing sea. Clear skies with the occasional thunder and clouds.

After everything, Doflamingo was glad they came to this. That she accepted him. If she didn’t, he would be driven into madness, because he couldn’t have her walking around his home, being a part of his family, yet still looked at him like they didn’t have anything between them.

Because there was so much between them. She meant so much to him.

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“I can’t believe Young Master killed my fiancé. Again.” Baby 5 grunted, sending murderous glares towards the lounging Doflamingo.

Viola caught the ball Buffalo was throwing to their side. Glancing at her, Viola knew the game was over. She gave Buffalo a sheepish smile, willing him to receive her hidden message as best as he could. “Why don’t we continue this later? We haven’t tried the drinks, yet.”

“What? I still want to play.” Buffalo said, completely oblivious.

“The others are going to finish them all if we don’t hurry and get some, you know.” Viola tried again, her tone harder this time.

“Oh. Right. I’ll go first, then.” And just like that, Buffalo disappeared on his own will, leaving Baby 5 and Viola in the pool.

Sighing in relief, Viola leaned back on the poolside, preparing for another emotional burst from a heartbroken Baby 5.

“Baby 5…” Viola started.

“How could Young Master be so cruel? I loved my fiancé so much!” Baby 5 shouted, fat tears welling down her cheeks.

Viola put a hand on her shoulder and attempted to soothe her. “Yes, I know you do. But don’t you think borrowing one million berries from you is too much? I’m sure you’ll meet a better man next time, Baby 5.”

“He needed me to give him that money, Violet! Besides, it wasn’t even Young Master’s business, so why does he keep killing every single one of my fiancé? It really doesn’t have anything to do with him!” Baby 5 cried so hard, her shoulders shook.

“Do-” Viola cleared her throat and corrected herself. “The Young Master was just looking out for you, Baby 5, though he can be a bit extreme sometimes…”

“When will I marry if he keeps getting in my way?” Baby 5 wailed.

Viola was at a loss for words. While it’s quite the common occurrence for Baby 5 to have a breakdown over her non-existent love life, Viola didn’t know what else to say to her. She was lucky Baby 5 didn’t go for an all-out attack against Doflamingo like usual. Hence, before things escalated, she would need to calm her down quick.

Taking a deep breath, Viola tried again. “Nothing will get in the way if you’re truly meant to be. If he’s the right man for you, nothing will stop you from getting together.” She swallowed. “Have faith that the time will come. These things can’t be hurried.”

Baby 5 sniffled, raising her head to look at Viola. “Really?”

Viola nodded.

A small smile appeared at Baby 5’s tear-stricken face. “Is that how it is with you and Young Master?”

The question made her pause. Was she thinking of them when she said those things to Baby 5? Perhaps, in the deepest parts of her heart, she was. Even though their story was too complicated to be simplified into a few sentences.

Instinctively, her eyes searched for him. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the lounge chair, his long body sprawled at ease. There was this absurd notion on her head that he was staring back at her, and she couldn’t know for sure because his eyes was covered by his sunglasses. Did he hear what she said to Baby 5? Had he been hearing their conversation all this time with his heightened senses? She couldn’t know for sure.

Looking back at Baby 5, Viola gave her answer. “Perhaps. Fate has a weird way of bringing people together.”

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The rain poured like it wanted to drown Dressrosa alive. The storm had been raging for hours on end, turning the country into a world of darkness, lighting up only when thunder stroke. The streets were empty, people opting to take shelter in their own houses. Trees and fields were shaken to their roots by the strong wind, fallen branches and leaves littering the cobblestones paths.

Nobody expected the weather would turn like this. It was the first storm Dressrosa had seen in weeks. Viola turned to the grandfather clock by the window.

01.40.

Only 8 hours and 20 minutes left until the wedding. And she would begin preparation in 4 hours and 20 minutes.

A full day had passed since Viola last saw the groom.

She closed the book that had been lying in her lap for the past hour, rising from her perch on the large armchair in Doflamingo’s private study – which in the event of his absence, was closed-off even for the top executives. The room was swathed in darkness, illuminated only by a single lantern on the table beside the chair. It was a tranquil night for the royal palace, one filled with the rumbling sounds of thunder.

Viola walked towards the tall window. She could hardly see anything past the rain droplets on the glass, it was like a veil had been dropped to the courtyard below, and to the rest of the outside world. She stood there, watching but not seeing, and let her mind wonder.

The whole palace had been busy preparing for the King’s wedding. The hallways were never empty, maids and butlers going back and forth with their hands full of napkins, flowers, and tableware, among many others. The kitchens worked especially hard on cooking for the feast, making sure every dish was perfectly seasoned and every dessert carefully crafted. Since Doflamingo’s reign, the royal palace had hosted many banquets and parties, but never had they experienced something as huge and important as this. The closest thing would be Doflamingo’s coronation, but even that was much simpler in comparison.

Viola had seen how hard the palace worked in so little time. But as always, they gave their best. She had no doubt the wedding would come out great. Although it had been raining heavily since early afternoon.

Now, the biggest hurdle would be the groom’s absence. Heaving a sigh, Viola wondered how it would feel like being left alone at the altar. The tragedy. Was that why she couldn’t make herself go to her bedroom to sleep? Or was there something else? Either way, there were so many thoughts messing inside her head.

“Were you waiting for me?”

Hearing his voice made her release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Like always, she could never know when he was coming, his movements swift and soundless.

Viola turned her back and was met with the looming silhouette of the Heavenly Yaksha, his sunglasses glinting when lightning flashed. He was standing at the doorframe, water pooling at the floor beneath him, his whole body drenched with rain.

And blood.

Her eyes widened.

“You should’ve gone to sleep first, Viola. We have a long day ahead of us.” He stepped forward, leaving a wet trail behind him.

“Doffy,” she had so many things she wanted to say, but his name was the only thing coming out of her lips.

When he came to stand before her, Doflamingo’s lips pulled into a small smile. He rested a cold hand on the side of her head, and Viola leaned into his touch involuntarily.

“I would embrace you, my love, but as you can see, I’m not exactly clean right now.” Doflamingo said, his tone filled with regret.

Yesterday, there was an urgent call for the Young Master in the middle of the night. When Trebol came bursting with a den-den mushi into Doflamingo’s quarters still in his clubs-patterned pajamas, he said that the caller was from Punk Hazard. Doflamingo got up immediately and received it. Viola knew that it was the location of the SAD manufactory, where they’re producing SMILEs, the artificial Zoan-type devil fruit. Then, there was a high chance of the caller being Caesar Clown. She wondered what trouble it could be, for him to risk waking Doflamingo up late at night like this.

As the conversation progressed, Doflamingo became tense. He ended the call after saying he’d come himself. Trebol left the room then, and Doflamingo hurried on putting his clothes. He kissed Viola deeply, telling her he’d be back soon, and jumped out the balcony and soared into the dark sky with his strings.

Looking at him now, Viola imagined what could have transpired at Punk Hazard.

“How many were there?” she asked in a quiet voice. How many did you kill? Because when he came looking like that, the blood was rarely his.

“Three ships. I needed to make sure there were no survivors, hence the delay.” He wasn’t smiling then, but there was not a trace of remorse in his voice, only aggravation.

“How did they even find the island?” Viola wondered, because Punk Hazard belonged to the World Government, it couldn’t be found on any Log Pose.

“They snooped some information from the G-5 Navy Branch. Thought they could find treasures hidden by the Marines. It was a slight in Vergo’s part, but everything has been taken care of.”

As usual, Doflamingo had eliminated the variables from the problem completely. He’s very thorough in that.

Viola heaved a long breath. “That’s good to know. I was starting to think the groom would leave me standing alone at the altar.”

Doflamingo’s chuckles floated to her ears. “Forgive me, love. I should’ve finished it faster.” He leaned his head to her neck, and left a heated kiss on her skin. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. But we should really go to sleep now.”

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The party went by smoothly. It was not an overstatement to say that the royal wedding of the King of Dressrosa, also member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Captain of the Donquixote Pirates, Donquixote Doflamingo to former princess of Dressrosa, Riku Viola was one of the biggest event of the decade.

In lieu to the heavy rain from the day before was bright, clear skies gracing the entire country. Not a single evidence of the storm had been left unattended, and the remaining trees and flowers were trimmed into perfection to welcome the day of celebration. The King’s Plateau were milled with guests – other royalties, important figures, allies to the family, and Joker’s close business partners. It was truly a busy day. Yet amidst the festivities, Doflamingo didn’t let a single spot remain unguarded. If anything, security in the whole palace was tripled in force, the soldiers keeping close watch over everything. Doflamingo had decreed that the day must be impeccable.

And impeccable it was.

Viola looked at the round tables covering the courtyard, the high and low voices of the guests served with the kitchen’s meticulous masterpieces filling the area. Everything had gone well. The guests were enjoying the feast, and the wedding ceremony had finished according to plan. Nobody had tried to kill anybody for the last three hours. That would make a huge success and relief in their part, considering the notoriety and reputation of some of the guests currently present in the palace.

She turned her attention to the seat next to her and found his gaze immediately. Donquixote Doflamingo was staring at her with a genuine smile, and it made her insides warm. Aside from her abdicated title of former princess, she was now Queen Consort of Dressrosa, her home country. It’s almost ironic that the cause of her loss and gain of title was one and the same. Her dearest, insufferable husband. Fates had a funny way, indeed.

“You should be more at ease, my love. It’s our wedding.” Doflamingo touched the side of her waist in gentle strokes. He hadn’t been oblivious to her tension after all. She envied the natural confidence and control he always seemed to possess within him, like there was nothing that could make him perturbed.

Viola shifted slightly towards him. “I’m trying my best. There’s just so many people here today.”

Doflamingo chuckled. “Don’t worry, Viola. Soon, it will be just us.” The way he insinuated with his warm breath on her ear made her flustered.

Before she could come up with a reply, a voice spoke from the seat on their left.

“It’s truly a spectacular party, Your Majesties, I’m very delighted to be invited,” ‘Big News’ Morgans, president of the World Economy Newspaper seemed entirely pleased as he regarded them with a slick smile, “This would make headlines on my newspaper, that’s for sure.”

“Then we’ll be expecting good coverage on our most joyous day, Morgans. You are the best journalist out there, after all.” Doflamingo said, his tone a little too sharp, veiling a soft warning.

The human albatross laughed in good nature, catching Doflamingo’s meaning perfectly. “But I must ask, if I’m not being too bold, how did the two of you come to be together? I’m sure a lot are curious of the story behind a perfect match like this. Care to share a little on your love journey, Your Majesties?” Viola could almost see his feathers trembling with excitement.

Doflamingo chuckled, seemingly amused at Morgans’ attempt on getting information for what would most likely be the cover story for tomorrow’s newspaper. “Well, I think this one will be better answered by my wife.”

Viola jumped in surprise at his words, which quickly shifted to barely-restrained indignation in how easily he turned the question to her. Morgans was asking him, so why should she answer it for him instead? With a sigh, she decided to accept her fate. It was better to get it over with soon.

“We became part of the same group, and spent a lot of time together.” Viola began, then hesitated, her cheeks flushing. She didn’t think it would be so embarrassing to talk about this. “I guess… um, eventually, this is just how it came to be.”

Doflamingo’s mouth pulled into a sharp grin, and Viola gave him a look. At least one of them seemed to be enjoying himself. Morgans, though, was not having any of that.

“Yes, we know that, Your Majesty. But how did it happen, exactly? You mentioned spending a lot of time together, was it all work-related? No, yes? When did your feelings start to change?” Morgans bombarded her.

When, indeed? That last question had her wondering, too. In the days she spent as a newly-appointed member of the Donquixote Pirates, Doflamingo’s figure had been nothing but imposing. He was an invader, a tyrant, a villain. Viola remembered trying her best to steer clear of his presence if she could help it. There was a time where she didn’t see him for months, when he was out on his business. The first time she saw him again after that was at the night of his second anniversary as King. She didn’t know what came after him that day, but he was bold enough to ask her for a dance in front of the guests present. She didn’t feel anything for him then, or after the song was over. He just did what he did because he liked to parade his trophies and she was definitely that. A princess fallen from grace because her country was seized by pirates – with Donquixote Doflamingo as its captain.

And yet, there were subtle changes to Doflamingo since that day.

He became… more human, in a way. Viola would see him often when he’s in the country. He’d invite her for tea, join her for a round of cards with Giolla and the others in the family’s pool parties, ask her to walk with him in the gardens, and…

The memory of that night resurfaced in her mind.

She was having troubles sleeping because of an upcoming mission in the morning, and decided to walk around the palace to tire her body. She’d been so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize she was passing by his study. The door was slightly ajar and light filtered outside. It seemed she wasn’t the only one staying awake that night. When she was about to turn around and came back, the door opened wide and Doflamingo’s voice crooned to her, inviting her inside.

It wasn’t the first time she came into the room – which used to be a somewhat forgotten library in the west wing, where all the royal families reside. Viola was initially surprised when she heard Doflamingo had taken the room as his own personal study, considering the king’s quarters he stayed in had a more lavish library attached. Whichever the reason was, Doflamingo had done a complete restructure and turned it into a neat chamber fitting to hold the presence of a king.

She was once again impressed as she crossed the door. His private study was tidy and clean, every furniture in its own assigned place and his desk organized to near perfection. Books of every kind lined the shelves, leaving no space unfulfilled. Appearances and occupation aside, Donquixote Doflamingo appreciated getting lost in books. A trait she couldn’t help but be intrigued in someone like him.

That night, she sat together with the current King of Dressrosa and read in peaceful silence with him.

That night, as dawn drew near, he asked her if she wanted to kill him. Right then, and there.

After the shock subsided, she replied, in a quiet tone, that he had taken everything she had, so of course she would hate him to a certain degree. The man didn’t seem the least bit fazed at her words, only amused.

She remembered his words with chilling clarity until today.

“I, too, was once living at the top of the world, with nothing to stand between me and anything I want. It felt unfair at first, hell, it still feels unfair now, but we learn to get by, don’t we, Viola? When something is taken from you, you can take something back from them. Maybe not immediately, maybe not as easily, but you can.”

Viola had asked him, almost in a whisper, “Does that mean I can take from you, too, Young Master?”

His smile looked soft in the shadows of the room, missing its usual sharpness. “Yes, you can. In fact, maybe you already did, Viola.”

It was a little after that when she knew what really happened to him when he was young.

“So, your answer, Your Majesty?” Morgans prodded, his eyes glinting enthusiastically.

Viola glanced at Doflamingo, his smirk ever-present, though somehow she got the feeling he was waiting for her answer too.

“I realized that he wasn’t all bad. He could be good, and fiercely faithful to the family. We’ve come to appreciate each other’s company throughout the years. I guess, I owe who I am now to my husband.” She turned to look at Doflamingo then, catching the brief flash of emotion on his face before it’s gone.

“Splendid, Your Majesty. Now, may I ask you to elaborate more–”

“That’ll be enough for today, Morgans,” Doflamingo interrupted, standing up and fixing his suit. He offered a hand to Viola, which she took a little bit too quick. Doflamingo addressed Morgans and the rest of the guests sitting at their table, his smile impeccably in place. “We’ll excuse ourselves for now. It wouldn’t be good manners to let the other invitees remain unattended.” He turned to Viola, “Shall we, my love?”

Going around with a lengthy white dress proved to be a challenge even after exchanging their wedding vows. It trailed behind her in a soft sweep of flower-patterned laces, a stark contrast to the green grass on the ground. Diamonds adorned the dress, twinkling and catching on light on the smallest movements. Wispy brown curls cascaded down her back, complimented with fresh pink and purple flowers. Viola kept her hand tight around Doflamingo’s, out of fear of stepping on her own dress and falling.

She could feel the eyes of everyone around them as they made their way. She could see some of their thoughts too.

Being the spouse of an infamous pirate and underworld figure was no easy task. And it was only Viola’s first day. She couldn’t believe she used to think the banquets draining. At least back then, she was just another officer in the Donquixote Pirates. While her position had not changed, Viola now bore a new title.

Gently, she drew close to Doflamingo’s ears, her face not betraying any emotion. “Doffy, three men have entered the King’s Plateau through the underground passage. They appear to be pirates.”

A slight twitch on Doflamingo’s grin. “They passed our first and second defenses, already?”

“Pica is preparing to meet them now.”

Doflamingo spotted Baby 5 near the entrance to the castle, and Viola knew what needed to be done to keep the wedding going safely.

“I’ll go with Baby 5 to question them. You’ll stay here while the bride retreat to the powder room.”

One of the top executives would be enough to halt any disturbances. Viola’s role was to make sure there were no additional flies or hidden agenda.

“Come back to me soon, Viola. Or I might just follow you and put their heads on the entrance to our home later.” Doflamingo pressed a searing kiss to her lips, sealing his promise.

Viola nodded in understanding and released her hand from his grip, approaching Baby 5 with a carefully masked expression.

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With a huff, Doflamingo sat on his bed, the mattress pressing under his weight. He’d taken off his suit and tie and even had the time for a shower. Now cladded only in a bathrobe, he set down his pink sunglasses on the nightstand and crossed his arms in a frown.

Though he expected that the wedding wouldn’t go without a problem, this was really trying his patience. He supposed he should at least be glad that everything happened behind the scene. The guests could continue enjoying the party without being any the wiser.

All in all, three pirate groups had breached the security defenses with the intention of invading his stronghold. And Doflamingo couldn’t even go and check for himself, or send a clone, ironically stuck in his own wedding party. His blushing bride had to take one too many visits to the powder room and wardrobe, which added fuel to his burning irritation.

Evening had just arrived and the feast was still going strong, but the main couple had now earned the privilege to retire to their respective chambers. Which was why Doflamingo found his way back to the king’s quarters, waiting impatiently for his newly-wedded wife.

It wasn’t long until the double doors opened.

“Viola, let Trebol take care of everything–” Doflamingo started, turning to the entrance, then stopped abruptly.

“It’s all good now. There should be no more surprises.”

His wife, the Queen of Dressrosa, had switched her enchanting wedding dress to a simpler, silk nightgown. The thin fabric hugged her curves in the most treacherous ways, the robe tied at her middle doing little to cover her enticing figure. Doflamingo swallowed hard, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Warmth pooled at the bottom of his abdomen. At that moment, all thoughts besides his wife were pushed out of his head and forgotten.

Her brown curls fell freely over her shoulders, with some of the flowers still stuck on the strands. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, her full lips moving in slow motion. He longed to feel its softness on his.

It took Doflamingo a beat too late to realize that she was speaking to him.

“What was it, again?” he asked dumbly.

Viola released a sigh. “I said, we should get some rest while we can. It’s been a long day, and we barely slept yesterday.”

She moved toward the vanity table at the other side of the room, taking a brush to her hair. Somewhere along their blooming relationship, with Doflamingo spending many nights in Viola’s chambers and vice versa, the King’s quarters experienced changes and additions. In truth, he wanted to make his chambers as comfortable as possible for her, so she would be more inclined to spend much of her time there. But now that they’re officially husband and wife, Viola would stay in the King’s quarters for good, and all of her things had been moved prior to the wedding. He liked that the most. It was how it should be from the beginning. Instead of having their own separate rooms, they should just share one together.

Doflamingo stood from the bed and approached her. His smile was wide as he stared at her through the reflection on the mirror, his hands warm on her shoulders. “Let me lend you a hand, wife,” he spoke right down her ear.

Viola looked at him sceptically, sensing his less than honorable intentions, but gave him the brush anyway. Doflamingo chuckled, and began easing the brush into her strands. Her natural waves felt soft in his rough hands. From up close, he was hit by the fragrant scent of which belonged wholly to her, making him heady and almost drunk. He made sure to handle her hair with the utmost gentleness, plucking the remaining flowers and setting them on the table.

“You look like you’re having fun.” Viola’s remark pulled him back to the mirror, where Doflamingo saw his wife’s amused face.

“I enjoy taking care of my wife’s attributes.” He replied, focusing back at the task at hand. Her hair had grown well over her waist, so there was a lot to be done.

“What would your subordinates think if they saw their captain acting this way, I wonder?”

“They would think me blessed, surely.” Doflamingo grinned.

That pulled a smile on Viola’s lips. She leaned her head back and looked up at Doflamingo. “Doffy, you’re doing surprisingly good at this. At being a husband, I mean. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake to marry you after all.” Her eyes sparkled teasingly.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

Doflamingo chuckled. “Then I should try harder.”

He was answered with a laugh. “No, please don’t.”

“Why not? I want you to be the happiest wife in the world.” Doflamingo said, his tone uncharacteristically innocent.

Viola sighed, turning her gaze downwards. “You’re a beautiful contradiction, you know.”

In seconds, the atmosphere shifted. A thin shadow descended on the pair, one they barely wanted to acknowledge on the day of their joyful union. But Doflamingo recognize it anyway, saw it as what it truly was. He didn’t need to extend his Observation Haki, years of knowing her was enough to see the meaning behind her words.

He had taken over her country by force.

He had pushed her father off the throne and stripped her and the rest of her family off their birth rights.

He had casted a thick darkness on this country and its people, masking it under a veil of fortune and happiness.

Sometimes, though he rarely did, Doflamingo wished they met under different circumstances, if only to rid her of her burdens. Because the truth was, he would not change a single thing on his plan for Dressrosa. It was the country where the old Donquixote Family had reigned, way before the Riku Family came into the picture. The throne to Dressrosa was his birth right. He was born to be King. He was a descendant of the most noble bloodlines in the world. He may not lived in Mary Geoise anymore, but he was still, undeniably, unmistakably, a God. A Celestial Dragon.

The one thing he didn’t expect when he came to Dressrosa was loving her. But the fates were already written, and they were always meant to cross each other’s paths.

Doflamingo put the brush back on one of the drawers in the vanity table when he finished. Without a word, he gathered Viola in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her in the middle, then climbed after her.

“Doffy, we should really rest–” Viola said, holding her upper body upright with her elbows.

“I love you, Viola.” Doflamingo said as he stared down at her, the smile absent from his face. He set his arms beside her waist, and he could feel the heat of her body below him. “I could give you anything you want, but not this one thing. I am the rightful King of Dressrosa, and I will rule the country as I see fit.” His tone was solemn, leaving no space for doubt.

She reached out a hand to his face, stroking his cheek with her soft touch. Doflamingo leaned into it, before catching her hand in his.

“You’re insufferable, Doffy, but I still care for you.” Viola breathed, a sad smile easing into her lips. “I do hope you will get everything you ever wished for and more. And I pray that the Heavens will bless you and your journey until the end.”

There was a tug at his heart as she spoke, but before he could contemplate on it more, his body had moved to push her down the covers and claim her lips.

Doflamingo kissed her like a starved man. He swallowed her moans, breathed her, tasted her, like they were running out of time in the world. There was the faint flavor of wine in her mouth, one they drank in the wedding. He made a note inside his head to ask someone to bring some over to the bedroom later. It was truly delicious. In Viola, heavenly.

One of her hands moved to circle around his neck, while the other stayed on his chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat beneath his ribs. Doflamingo pushed into her harder, releasing their mouths only to change to better angles where they could connect deeper. His lithe fingers began roving down her back, mapping her spine and flaring hips, his touch burning. He latched on her waist, pushing her pelvis upwards to meet his groin. Viola let out a moan, and Doflamingo grinned.

“Doffy,” Viola protested, seemingly struggling to form words.

“What is it, love?” Doflamingo kissed her jaw, then moved down her chin and throat.

“We can do this another day.” She panted, nails digging into his skin.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Neither of us have been resting…” Viola gasped when he nipped at a spot on her neck, “…properly.”

Doflamingo chuckled, pouring his attention into trailing kisses all over her warm skin. His fingers slowly reached the strings tying her robe together, and he deftly pulled them apart. He pushed the silk outer off her shoulders, revealing a view of her generous bosom. He left a feather-light kiss on top of one of the mounds.

“It’s our wedding night, my love. We should consummate, else our marriage be null.” Doflamingo murmured on her ear.

The nightgown edged higher up her thighs, and Doflamingo snaked his hands behind the flimsy material, grabbing her fully on the arse. The tent between his trousers was unabashedly visible now, to the point it almost hurt. His smile broadened when he saw Viola noticed it with wide eyes. She knew there would be no stopping him tonight.

“Just once, okay?” Viola tried nevertheless.

“Suppose we should see.” Doflamingo’s grin was sharp.

His fingers danced, and both of their remaining clothing got torn apart by his strings. Viola yelped in surprise, quickly shielding her body with her hands in an attempt to cover it, but Doflamingo was faster. He caught both of her hands and pinned it beside her head. He admired his wife’s naked body beneath him, tongue shooting out of his mouth and licking his lips.

Truly, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The only one for him. She looked absolutely exquisite, celestial, with her brown curls splayed on the cream-colored sheets. Though Doflamingo wanted nothing more but to taste her immediately, he took the time to enjoy the sight before him. Red colored her cheeks, her round eyes peeked at him from behind thick eyelashes, and she brought her legs together, trying to conceal her most intimate part.

Doflamingo would make this the best wedding night in their lives.

He moved his hands to her waist and pulled Viola into his embrace, meeting their lips again. He savored her taste, smiling into the kiss as he felt her squirm beneath him. He drew one hand and held her breast, squeezing and flicking the nipple teasingly. Viola gasped his name when his mouth left hers to map down her body, repeating it like whispers of prayer. Doflamingo loved hearing her speak his name. The name that only the closest members of his family could say. His lips trailed lower and lower, until he reached the flower where her nectar had seeped out. It was proof that he wasn’t the only one looking forward to this. Chuckling in amusement, Doflamingo pulled her legs apart and dove his face down.

He licked a stripe up her lower lips. It was much, much sweeter than the wine they had at the wedding.

Clamping his hands tight on her thighs, Doflamingo began pushing his mouth in earnest to her folds. He drank her wetness greedily, making use of his lengthy tongue to taste her everywhere he could. As her pleasure mounted Viola began thrashing her hips upwards, chasing after his mouth, and Doflamingo held her down, taking control of the pace. His name was now spoken in shrill cries and his wife’s thighs were threatening to crush his head, but still he persisted. Without long, he felt the shiver shaking Viola’s body, a scream tore itself free from her throat.

She came straight into his mouth. Doflamingo lapped at it like a man who hasn’t drank water in ages, stopping only when nothing’s left. He straightened his body and grinned down at her, his tongue flicking over his moistened lips. Doflamingo grabbed his hard member, giving it a squeeze at the base.

“Viola, I don’t think I can be gentle today.” He said in regret. His cock was standing at full attention now, thick veins covering the skin. Donquixote Doflamingo stood at an enormous ten feet, but his member was in its own league. He still remembered the struggle of their first intercourse. It was one slow inch at a time.

At present, none of that hardly mattered. It hadn’t been for years.

“Just do it, Doffy.” Viola breathed roughly.

He chuckled at that. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he slowly guided his cock into her wet entrance, one hand grabbing her waist to keep it steady. Viola drew her arms around his neck, preparing for the imminent intrusion.

She moaned when he entered her.

Her warmth welcomed him without any difficulty, her walls quickly expanding to allow his girth to settle in. Doflamingo huffed a breath, straining to keep himself calm. Her wetness crooned him persistently, inviting him to go deeper and to release his seed with haste.

As a matter of fact, he had quite the trouble keeping himself from cumming immediately like a boy barely into his teens. Looking at Viola, it seemed like she was having a hard time holding herself back as well. How quaint. They had joined their bodies countless of times. Why was tonight any different?

“So this is why they call it ‘wedding night’.” Doflamingo chuckled. “It’s like the first time all over again.” He stayed there without moving, trying to catch his breath.

Beneath her hooded eyes, Viola smiled at him. “I thought you can’t be gentle today.”

Doflamingo burst out laughing. “Don’t be so disappointed so soon, love.” He said, before thrusting deep until he bottomed out.

Viola scraped her nails on his back in surprise. “Doffy!”

He gave another thrust, eliciting a gasp from his wife. His cock slid through her insides with ease, like they’re both made for each other and each other alone. She fit so well with his body, despite the contrasting difference of their builds. Viola held onto him like he was the only tether to this world, her eyes closing as she got lost in the pleasure that Doflamingo was building up. He looked down at where they were joined, her narrow folds swallowing his much larger cock, lubricating him with her juices.

He picked up his pace.

Looking down at Viola under him, Doflamingo knew how much she enjoyed this. Her caramel eyes were directed at him, yet unfocused and unseeing, her lips parted slightly as her hips moved to match his rhythm. Beads of sweat dotted her skin, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He tightened his hold on her waist imperceptibly, and angled his cock to the spot he knew she liked best.

Viola screamed his name, her back rising from the bed in a snap. Beneath them, her walls narrowed on his cock, and Doflamingo let out a groan. She was so warm and tight, it felt like she wanted to milk him dry.

Doflamingo loved when she got like this.

He licked his lips, the movement tantalizingly slow. “You feel so good, Viola.” Breathing hard, he gazed at her beneath his thick eyelashes.

“Doffy…” Viola panted, then moaned. “I’m… I’m close.”

“As do I, my love.” Doflamingo leaned down and kissed her.

He began pounding into her in earnest, reaching that spot and hitting the edge of her womb over and over again, inching them ever closer to the peak of release. His cock thrusted deep into her stomach, forming an evident tent on her lower abdomen, like a mark he left in the act of their lovemaking. Her insides were crushing on him now, and Doflamingo let out a noise of desperation.

“You might want to loosen up a bit. It’s getting a bit hard to move down there.” He said, his voice strained.

“Can’t…” Viola said in between breaths, “It’s too good… I’m going to explode.”

Doflamingo chuckled, the sound ragged as he struggled to put air into his lungs. “I love how you always know what to say every time we do this,” he caressed her stomach, putting the lightest pressure on the bent skin where his cock moved beneath. Viola released a sigh. He felt his member hardening, stirred by her heat.

“Doffy,” Viola cried.

“I know,” Doflamingo whispered to her jaw.

He thrusted in and out of her roughly, the bed trembling beneath them. Viola circled her arms tight on his back, her breathing warming his neck. Doflamingo felt the spasm on her walls before he heard her outcry, her body shaking greatly when she reached the peak of her desire. Her cum rushed through her insides, sopping his cock with its warmth, and it wasn’t until a couple more hard thrusts that he, too, came. Doflamingo groaned his wife’s name, releasing thick spurts of his cum straight to her womb, filling her with his seed.

He held the back of her head with one hand, his fingers digging into her hair like he never wanted to let her go.

He never wanted to live without her again.

He wanted to stay like this forever, ensconced in her embrace, her love, her warmth.

Doflamingo wanted her to be by his side for all eternity, to be on his side, as his wife, his lover, a part of his pirate crew. Even when he knew she still had qualms on the way he operated on things.

He gave one last thrust, gentle, and finished releasing inside her. He drew his arms around her body, pulling her close into his embrace. His cock remained still in her warmth, as he was reluctant to separate.

“I love you, Viola.” Doflamingo said softly, burrowing his face into her neck. “I love you so much, and I’m afraid you’d never come to realize it.”

Viola’s hand moved and settled on the back of his head, slowly stroking his hair. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything.

“What we have is special. There will always be certain matters we disagreed at,” Viola paused, “But know this, Doffy, that if my heart lays in another person, it would be you.”

Doflamingo pushed away slightly to look at her. The way she stared at him caught him off-guard. Her eyes were glistening, and they spoke more about her feelings toward him than her mouth ever would. And it surprised him because he didn’t think she would think of him so deeply. So affectionately. Doflamingo was always bold in conveying how he felt about her, while the opposite applied to Viola.

But now, something might have changed.

“I will make you the most powerful queen in the world. Nothing will stand in your way, and anything you may desire, I will get it for you.”

A soft smile stretched her lips.

“You’ve always had a way with words, husband dearest.”

“I only speak the truth, my love.” Doflamingo pressed a kiss to her lips, long and hard. Viola responded in similiar fashion.

He gave an experimental push of his hips, and Viola stopped cold. Doflamingo grinned.

“Doffy, we’re going to sleep, right?” Viola asked, her tone laced with dread.

She was replied with his amused chuckles. “This is a day of celebration. We should make use of it as best as we can.” When Viola felt him getting bigger, she yelped. “We’re not leaving the king’s quarters until we produce an heir.”

Viola cried in protest. Doflamingo laughed light-heartedly.

“Come, Viola, it’s our duty as reigning rulers of Dressrosa.”

“I hate you.”

Chapter Text

Dressrosa had flourished greatly in the ten years since the fated night Donquixote Doflamingo and his executives first came to the country. The buildings in the center of towns were culminations of fancy architectural artwork, rich in color and thriving with well-earned countrysmen. Smiles and laughter could be seen and heard everywhere, filling the streets with a joyful air.

The King of Dressrosa jumped from one string to another and gazed upon his country from the sky with a satisfied grin, finding fulfilment that his family’s hard work all paid off. And yet, the deeper he went to the suburb of Carta, the town on the east of Dressrosa, the less prosperous the area seem. Fewer people now occupied the desolate, backward village there, opting to live in the ever-growing major towns of Dressrosa. Doflamingo pulled his strings and landed on the dirt path in one knee, his smile stretching wider as the lone house in the edge of the hill came into sharp focus.

He strode toward it with deliberate steps.

An old, thin donkey was tied in the yard in front of the somewhat battered house, its eyes reflecting fear as the poor animal noticed Doflamingo’s imminent approach. He ignored it and went straight to the front door, knocking twice on the hard wooden surface.

There was the sound of a shuffle, then the door creaked open a fraction. Revealing a copy of the pair of eyes he’d come to treasure so much. Upon seeing who the visitor was, they widened exponentially. Doflamingo grinned, sensing the tension coursing through the old man’s body.

“Good morning, King Riku.” Doflamingo said by way of greeting, his voice saccharine.

Riku Doldo III scrunched his nose at that. “What do you want, Doflamingo?”

Doflamingo chuckled, then tilted his head in contemplation. “Are you not going to invite me in?”

The former king of Dressrosa opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it and closed it again. After a few seconds of glaring at the unexpected visitor, he let out a huff and opened the door all the way in.

Doflamingo stepped inside with a wide smile.

The house looked as shabby inside as it did outside, which came as no surprise to Doflamingo. As the most hated figure in the whole nation, he figured it would be hard to accommodate oneself comfortably. More so in such a deserted part of the suburbs.

Which came the reason why he bothered coming all the way here from the Royal Palace.

Doflamingo stood at the center of what appeared to be the living room – the only furniture was an old beaten sofa and a small table, with a modest kitchen at the far corner. It was a far cry from Riku Doldo III’s previous abode. Doflamingo turned to face him with a sharp smile.

“I believe you have heard the wonderful news.” Doflamingo began.

The old man appeared unfazed. “I thought you were just messing around when you came to me before.” King Riku said in a hard tone.

He was referring to Doflamingo’s last visit, a day after Viola agreed to marry him. Doflamingo thought it was only proper that he told the bride’s father of their upcoming wedding beforehand, since he was a man of finesse. Although the latter regarded him half-heartedly.

“I have told you that I’m deeply in love with your daughter, King Riku. She has become the Queen of Dressrosa, and the only woman who will stand beside me.” Doflamingo spoke with pride. “You’ve done well in raising her, but I will take care of her from now on. Don’t worry, you know I take duties seriously, Viola will not be lacking anything in her life.”

He was answered with a particularly long sigh and the former king went to the sofa and dropped his body down in a slump. Riku Doldo III ran a hand across his face, gazing at the floor dejectedly. It made him looked much older in the span of a minute.

“I suppose this is what people meant when they say that having children never comes without its challenges. It seems both my daughters like to take their lives more to the wild side. But as a parent, you try to do your best.”

Doflamingo’s resounding chuckles replied him.

“Viola has grown into a fine woman. I wasn’t able to witness it myself, but…” the older man glanced sideways at Doflamingo, “…I think, perhaps, this is her way in this world. It won’t stop me from cherishing my youngest daughter, she is, after all, the only one I have left.”

“Ah, I do realize that you have lots of grievances because of me. It’d be too presumptuous to ask for your forgiveness now, wouldn’t it?” Doflamingo smiled, not bothering to mask his indifference. “The case with Scarlett was, to put it simply, inevitable. She was the oldest child of the previous king, therefore holding the most power to claiming for the throne. I can’t just let someone like her live freely. You should look at it from my position back then.”

The former king flinched at his words.

“Viola, on the other hand…” Doflamingo continued, trailing off as he recounted the memory. A soft smile graced his lips. “It was different with her.”

Doflamingo glanced at the small vintage clock pinned on the wall. Time was ticking.

“Anyway, the reason I came here in the beginning was to offer you a place back at the palace. You are the father of the current queen, I think that’s subject to special treatment.” Doflamingo said, then chuckled, “But I wouldn’t recommend showing your face to the people.”

Riku Doldo III’s expression remained flat. He stared at Doflamingo in silence, then said, “You know what my answer will be.”

Doflamingo grinned at him. “I do.”

“Will you leave now?”

He liked how his wife’s father didn’t even bother with courtesy. With a history such as theirs, he also thought it wasn’t needed. As the former King of Dressrosa had pointed out, Doflamingo knew he wouldn’t come with him. The old man had too much pride to come sauntering back to the palace by accepting the invitation offered by the man who took it in the first place. Still, Doflamingo thought it was worth the try. They were all family now, after all.

“Of course. My wife is waiting for me. Until next time, Father-in-law.” He broke into a chorus of laughter, then turned on his heels and left the house, soaring into the blue sky once again.

Truly, Riku Doldo III was a man worthy of respect, though it would actually be better for all of them if the old man just agreed. Viola surely would be happy. Doflamingo liked seeing her happy. More so if he was the one responsible for it.

But there were other ways of making her happy. For now at least, Viola would still have to meet her father outside the palace walls.

Doflamingo hurried back to his family’s home.

The window of their bedchamber was still open, at the same state as he left it before. He swung through the opening and stood upright, his eyes immediately searching the bed. A smile stretched the corners of his mouth at the lump of curly brown hair peeking out of the covers. He headed toward it in long strides, closing the distance in an instant. After their rigorous activity from the night before, Viola had been sound asleep, completely drained. Leaving her for Carta, albeit briefly, was the hardest thing he had to do that whole week.

Viola was beautiful when she’s awake, but she looked absolutely charming when she’s sleeping. Like a princess from the fairy tale book he was read to as a child.

He threw his pink feather coat to the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed and shed out of his clothes and sunglasses, then crawled beneath the covers to lie beside her. Viola felt comfortably warm, and he instinctively nestled his body closer, curling his arms over her shoulders and stomach. She was so soft everywhere he touched. And he could feel his lower parts reacting to that.

Viola mumbled softly under her breath. Doflamingo froze. She began twisting in her sleep, creating the most delicious friction between her arse and his awakening member.

“Hold on,” Doflamingo held her waist in an attempt to stop her from moving, but she kept shifting. He groaned. It was fully awake now.

Viola rolled over and turned to his side, her breaths blowing gently right on his face. It was both mentally and physically draining trying to keep himself together. Her body pressed into all the right places, it’s like she wanted to test him. The situation in itself was uncanny, really. His desire started to build up. Doflamingo’s fingers dug into the skin on her waist.

Viola moaned, and her eyes slowly fluttered open, staring right at him.

“Love, you’re not making it easy for me.” He sighed, his hardness reaching her abdomen.

Viola blinked drowsily, not quite conscious yet. Doflamingo chuckled and pulled her close, until there was no space left between them. Burying his face in her curls, he took a deep breath of her floral scent.

It took Viola exactly three seconds to notice his prodding member.

“Doffy, you insatiable man.” Viola grumbled.

Doflamingo bit her ear, his cheeks hurting from smiling too much. Wanting to try his luck, he moved his pelvis forward, pulling a gasp out of Viola. Then he did it again, making sure to drag his length across her folds, announcing its presence. She just woke up, but her desire heated up in almost no time at all. Doflamingo licked her cheek, enjoying the feeling of her wetness moistening the skin of his cock. Viola released an exasperated sigh then put her hands on the sides of his head, crushing their lips together.

It caught him by surprise, but he closed his eyes and opened his mouth wider, giving her access. Doflamingo could feel both her desire and temper in the desperate way she pushed herself into him, rubbing their intimate parts most maddeningly. He grabbed the back of her hair and tangled his fingers in the thick strands, trying his absolute best to keep his passion under control. With the direction Viola steered them into, he doubt he could last very long.

When Doflamingo felt his wife’s soft palm closing in on his cock, he chuckled in between kisses. She started massaging his length, dragging her fingers from the very tip to the base, smearing his pre-cum all over the skin of his cock. How such small hands could bring him so much pleasure never failed to amaze him.

Without warning, Viola brought his bulbous head to her burning entrance. Doflamingo groaned.

“Who’s insatiable now?” he rasped, eyes crinkling in delight.

“Shut up, I can’t take it anymore.” Viola huffed, her face heating.

Doflamingo chuckled, and decided to help his wife by pushing his cock all the way up to the deepest part of her insides in one quick thrust. She shrieked his name. They had connected their bodies all night long till early morning, and Doflamingo truly thought his desires had been sated in a way, but it turned out he was wrong. Surrounded by her sleek warmth once more, he felt like he could go for another day. No, a week. His wife was so tight and it felt unbelievably good, he wanted to stay inside of her for as long as he could. His other business could wait, for he had a much more pressing matter to take care of. Her.

How wonderful it would be if he could have her bear his seed. A scene of Viola growing heavy with child emerged in his mind, and Doflamingo felt something ticklish settling in his chest. He pulled out until only the tip of him remained inside and immediately thrust in fully again. Viola’s nails scraped against his back.

“What do you say about having a child, Viola?” Doflamingo inquired, his hips pounding into hers aggressively.

Viola struggled to form a reply. “I thought…,” she moaned when he hit her favorite spot, “I thought you said we should have an heir. Why… why are you asking this now?”

“I want to know what you think.”

Viola tightened her arms around him, her breaths coming in heavy pants. He kissed the base of her neck, wanting to leave more marks to show that she was his.

“A child…” she trailed off, eyes closing in ecstasy at his deep thrust, “…a child would be wonderful.”

Doflamingo chuckled, relief easing his nerves. He wasn’t even aware of his own tension at awaiting her answer. He buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her intoxicating feminine scent, his hips pausing for a moment.

“Then let’s have one.”

Viola nodded, one of her hands reaching the back of his head and tugged his hair gently, asking him to face her. Doflamingo complied, though he was reluctant to part with his wife’s bosom so soon.

“Doffy,” Viola started, but broke off in a moan when he hit her sensitive place again. He kissed the underside of her chin.

“What is it?” he prompted with a smile.

“It’s… it’s important.” She was struggling to put her thoughts into words, and Doflamingo wasn’t helping with the hard thrusts he was giving her.

“I’m listening.” Doflamingo said, his voice sweet.

“Ugh, I’m serious.” She stuttered, her breathing broken in pants.

“As I said, I’m listening, love.” As quick as lightning, he flipped their positions and buried himself to the hilt inside her. Viola was now situated on top of him, her voluptuous breasts pushed against the hard planes of his chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and suddenly her walls bit into his cock in a vice-like grip. Doflamingo groaned. Something warm and incredibly wet passed through her womb, bursting out in a spectacular squirt as Viola reached the height of pleasure. He held her body tight as she got through her release, his pelvis still moving against hers.

Doflamingo could feel his lower abdomen and upper thighs wet with her cum as well, and he thought they might have to change the sheets again before night fell.

“Wait, stop moving…” Viola panted weakly, “I just came…”

“And you did such a great job cumming.” Doflamingo laughed, picking up his pace.

Viola pulled at his hair to the point it was starting to become painful, but Doflamingo’s smile was wider than ever. There were plenty of times where the two of them got very intimate in the past, but Doflamingo thought it was the first that he saw Viola like that. Her plump lips was bruised, her skin was flushed, and beads of sweat trickled down her neck to her breasts in a tantalizing procession. The urge to have a taste propelled him to lick a strip up her skin. It was sweet. Everything about her was of the finest, but her bodily fluids might just be the best dessert he had ever tasted. She was truly a feast, made specifically for him. He was beyond ecstatic that fates crossed their paths ten years ago.

The bed creaked underneath them as Doflamingo’s movement started to become off-balance. He was already at the precipice of exploding. With the way Viola tightened around him, so did she. Doflamingo pounded harder.

It was like something inside of him had snapped. Perhaps, hearing Viola saying that she, too, wanted a child had set it off. His child. A child that would be the indisputable fact of their love. A child that would bound her to him for the rest of their lives and beyond. The almost beastly desire to impregnate her overwhelmed his emotions. He felt his blood running hot in his veins.

“I love you, Viola.” Doflamingo growled. “You’re mine forever.”

Viola was a mess of cries and moans. He knew how sensitive she was right now, being brought into her peak right after the last one. Doflamingo himself could barely form a coherent thought. Viola was clamping down on him, and her warmth and scent overwhelmed his every senses. All he could see, hear, and feel was her. Everything else completely disappeared into the background, leaving only this moment of passion between Doflamingo and her. He wished he could keep doing this forever.

Although, if he hadn’t been closely acquainting his member with Viola’s insides for the past couple of years, he’d be scared he’d split her body in half.

He didn’t have to worry about this.

“I’m coming.” Doflamingo said, panting. “You need to swallow every last drop of my seed, Viola, if we were to conceive.”

Viola let out a noise that was something between a sigh and a cry. Her face was contorted in barely-restrained pleasure.

They climbed to their peak at the same time, and held each other close as they went through the heightened sensations together. Viola shuddered in his arms, and he could feel her heartbeat going at a rapid pace, racing to keep up with the amount of energy that was used in their intimate hours.

It was always heavenly, their lovemaking. The only one who could make him feel that way would always be her.

Doflamingo held her there on top of his body. After the pleasure and high ebbed away, her limbs grew heavy and weak, and she would be left in a state of immobility. His hand reached out towards her brown waves and he stroked them, from top to bottom, in slow, repetitive motion. Viola released an involuntary sigh, her eyes closing and quickly drifting to sleep. They were still connected below their bodies, and Doflamingo didn’t have a single thought of pulling out. He was pretty content staying there, and Viola didn’t seem to mind either. He would make sure Viola absorb all of his seed, and keep it securely inside her womb.

With a smile, he also drifted into peaceful slumber.

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The days blurred together.

For a whole week, Doflamingo kept Viola inside the King’s quarters, confined behind the walls and never once stepping out the door. He stayed with her the entire time, and he was more than pleased to do so. Each waking moment was spent connecting their bodies and exchanging warmth, much to Doflamingo’s delight. More than once, Viola would tell him that they have duties to attend to, especially now that the two of them were the reigning monarch of the country, but Doflamingo would wave it away and reply that they were doing their duties diligently – the duty of producing an heir, successor to the throne of Dressrosa. Viola would give him a look, and then Doflamingo would persuade her for another round of lovemaking.

Dressrosa was truly the Land of Passion, indeed.

Ever since Doflamingo first returned to the country of his ancestors, it was like a filter had descended upon his life, adding some colors into it. He was never one to shy away from the pleasures the world had to offer, but indulging in passion with Viola might be one he was fond of the most.

He loved seeing her raised arse as he took her from behind.

He enjoyed listening to her cries of pleasure as he brought her to her peak.

He liked how the water would splash everywhere as he had his way with her in the bathing chamber.

He was obsessed at the way her walls would crush his cock when she came, and the feeling of releasing his seed into her womb.

He loved everything about her. He loved everything he did with her. Life became so much more enjoyable now that she was truly his.

“Viola, you’re clenching on me so hard.” Doflamingo hummed, grinning from ear to ear.

She was sitting on top of his lap, with her back on his chest. Doflamingo held her – one palm splayed on her lower abdomen, right on top of the place where his cock was kissing her womb over and over again and the other hand holding her own in a tight grip. Viola’s generous breasts shook with every movement they make, and Doflamingo’s mouth almost watered at the sight. He licked his lips, shamelessly ogling his wife in the open.

“You look ravishing, my love.” Doflamingo breathed, pressing his palm on her abdomen, eliciting a surprised gasp from her throat. His gaze shifted downward to where their bodies were connected. Viola’s lower lips were swallowing his cock greedily. “We’ve been going at it for a week and my cock still gets hard at just one look at you. You’ve bewitched me, Viola, you need to take responsibility.”

He was answered by a resounding moan, and Doflamingo chuckled giddily. “We need… to stop.” Viola managed to say between pants.

Doflamingo pulled her chin up to face him, his mouth stretched in a wide grin. He started pressing on her abdomen deeper, knowing exactly where to touch. Viola bit on her lips to muffle her voice.

“Now, don’t do that.” He dropped a kiss near her lips, but Viola didn’t budge. Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Her lips opened in a cry.

Satisfied with the outcome, he proceeded to trail kisses all over her face, before finally stopping on her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her greedily, not giving her the chance to stop for a breath or think about anything else. His hips were also relentless in their pursuit of release.

When Viola came, her whole body shook and her wetness burst everywhere. Her walls clenched on his cock in the most delicious manner possible, which triggered his own release. For the umpteenth time that day, he shot his cum straight to her womb, filling her stomach to the brim. Doflamingo let out a satisfied sigh. There was a slight bump in Viola’s lower abdomen now, no doubt the result of his continuous cumming for the whole week. The sight filled him with a strange sense of pride.

Doflamingo lightly pecked her on the lips before settling themselves beneath the covers, putting a pause to their lovemaking for now. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to his chest. Viola grumbled a string of incomprehensible words under her breath, which sounded like complaints on his higher-than-average sexual desire. Doflamingo merely chuckled in response. In seconds, she fell asleep, snugly tucked on his side.

It was truly a most eventful week. He wondered why he never did it before during the length of their courtship. But then again, they’re now tied in holy matrimony for the rest of their lives, so they could make up for lost time from today onwards. It was the most satisfied he’d been throughout his entire life. He knew it was the same for Viola as well.

He'd been spilling his seed inside her every mornings, afternoons, and nights, he’d be more surprised if Viola didn’t conceive anytime soon. And yet, it all remained to be seen. He was in no such hurry, although the sooner it happened, the better.

He was in the middle of thinking about how Viola would look like if she were to carry his child when a series of knocking came from the entrance door to the King’s chamber. Doflamingo’s head perked up, his Haki catching up on who it was before the visitor announced its presence. Choosing to ignore it, he turned to Viola and started stroking her cheek with one slender finger.

The door creaked open, followed by hurried footsteps.

Doflamingo stayed exactly where he was, his eyes focused solely on his sleeping wife. His pink sunglasses sat on top of the nightstand, precisely where it’d been for the whole week. The footsteps came closer, then the doors to the bedchamber were pushed open.

“Doffy, I’ve come to speak with you.”

A strand of dark brown hair fell over one closed eye, and Doflamingo gently pushed it back over her ear.

“I thought I said no interruptions. And that applies to you too, Vergo.” Doflamingo said, his tone level.

“It’s been a week already. I even almost finish the book you gave me the other day.” Vergo replied in his deep timbre.

“I never gave you a book.” Doflamingo said.

“Ah, yes, you never gave me a book.” Vergo repeated in a straight voice.

Vergo didn’t even like reading. But Doflamingo was so used to Vergo’s random claims and utterances that he was hardly surprised or annoyed anymore. He was, though, a bit irritated at the former Corazon’s sudden appearance in his bedchamber. At such an important time, too.

“If you walked in a few minutes earlier, I would probably be very upset, partner.” Doflamingo’s mouth twitched into a sharp grin. He traced his fingers to Viola’s bare collarbone, humming in appreciation at the love bites scattered all over her neck and shoulders. The blanket covered everything below that, much to his relief, for he didn’t want any other man to see his wife when she’s still vulnerable like this. He would probably end up hurting his longest friend and fellow crewmate should he see his wife when she was in the throes of passion. Doflamingo had no qualms about showing his affection to his love publicly, but he would never let another feast their eyes on the beauty that was Viola when she’s bare and high on desire.

He would gouge out the eyes of anyone who dared to do so. Not that he would let the chance present itself.

“I’d never dare,” he heard Vergo saying. “And judging by the state of this room, I’d never want to, either.”

Doflamingo chuckled.

The whole place smelled of musk and sex. Even he, who had been staying in the room for days could notice that, let alone someone who just entered it for the first time. But Vergo appeared to be handling it pretty well.

For the past week, Doflamingo had ordered the meals to be brought into the adjacent receiving chamber. And then he would come and bring the meal trolley into the bedroom personally. He and Viola did everything in here, although it was mostly just meals, sex, and baths. More than half of the time they were busy making love with each other. And Doflamingo was definitely not complaining about that. Feeling Viola’s warmth and heartbeat close by was his favorite pastime.

“Tell me why you’ve come and disregarded my words.” Doflamingo couldn’t help but notice how long Viola’s dark eyelashes were. It was much more accentuated when she’s asleep.

“A messenger had arrived in Dressrosa several days ago.” Vergo said, his voice betraying nothing. “The top executives and I think it’s better for you to hear this sooner than later.”

“Oh?” Doflamingo stared at his wife’s pink lips and a memory of how soft they felt against his came to the forefront of his mind.

“It’s CP0. They came from Mary Geoise.”

He froze. Then, his mouth slowly stretched into a wide grin. He finally turned his head to look at one of his top executives, the one who used to occupy the Heart Seat. Doflamingo pulled Viola closer to his body, if it was even possible.

“Did they, now?” Perhaps Vergo did have a good reason for interrupting them, after all.

“They said that a summon had been issued from Mary Geoise for the King of Dressrosa and member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Donquixote Doflamingo. The Five Elders wished to speak with you.”

Doflamingo broke into a chorus of laughter. The world truly was interesting. He wondered what the council of old men wanted with him now. And so soon after his wedding.

“Not even a letter of congratulations?” Doflamingo sneered, “Rude old geezers.”

“What should we send as a reply?” Vergo asked.

Doflamingo hummed in thought. “I’ll go see them later. When I feel like it.” He turned toward Viola, still smiling. “But I can’t wait to show my wife what my childhood home looks like.”

He turned his whole body and brought Viola to lay on her back on the mattress. His hands were on either sides of her head, and he looked down at her with renewed desire. Viola was still sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what she’s doing to him. Or of what awaited her in the Land of the Gods.

Mary Geoise, the Celestial Dragons, and the Five Elders – they all could wait. Right now, he just wanted to stay with her.

In her.

“I’m getting hard again. Leave, Vergo. I want to make love to my wife.” Doflamingo pulled her soft thighs under the covers and spread them over his hips. His cock began to pulse in anticipation.

“You should let Violet rest, Doffy.” Vergo remarked, his tone unamused.

Doflamingo chuckled good naturedly. “Leave,” he repeated, something dangerous creeping into his voice. “Only I can see her naked body.”

“Of course. I need to go back to the naval base, anyway.” Vergo turned on his heels and made his way toward the door. “Might go back on that book you gave me.”

“I never gave you any book.” Doflamingo corrected him again.

“Ah, yes. You never did.” Vergo said, then left the room without another word.

Doflamingo leaned down toward Viola and nudged the side of her face gently with his nose. She still had that sweet fragrance clinging to her body despite being taken by him over and over again. Her hair was spread out on the cream colored pillow and sheets, mussed but perfect as ever. He inched closer to her ear, whispering, “Would you wake up for me, love?”

He'll let her leave their bed chamber soon, but for now, he wanted them to indulge in passion.

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The breath of the salty ocean air washing over her face was a welcome feeling. A brief respite after a full month of getting swamped by duties in Dressrosa. Even prior to the wedding and her coronation, Viola had always found her days reasonably busy, where she barely had time for anything else. Working under the Trebol Army subdivision of the Donquixote Pirates required meticulous performance, and Viola tried her best to execute each mission perfectly. It was not easy getting where she was today, an officer worthy of recognition in a Warlord of the Sea’s pirate crew. She knew many desired this position, saw how hard a well-seasoned pirate like Bellamy went up and above for the slightest chance of getting on board Doflamingo’s ship.

It might have been slightly different in Viola’s case. In the first place, she only joined Doflamingo’s crew as a part of a bargain to keep her father safe and free. But still, she wouldn’t be able to stand amongst the officers and top executives for that reason alone. The captain of the Donquixote Pirates was generously lenient to his loyal family members, but competence was a necessary variable. Everyone was constantly trying to improve themselves and prove their worth. As a fellow crewmember, it was only natural that Viola did the same.

She helped the Family carry out their plans many times. She proved just how useful her devil fruit ability was to their captain and his top executives over and over again, leaving no room for doubt. She started her journey as a pirate because there was no other choice. But now pirating had become a large part of her life, and she excelled at it.

She might even enjoy it more than her royal duties. At the very least, capturing targets and kicking their asses offered amusement and satisfaction, sitting on her desk doing paperwork and sweet-talking prominent figures from all over the world became tedious very quickly.

Perhaps, spending all those years surrounded by the Donquixote Family did change her. Or perhaps, it was the captain who had the most influence on her. He was, after all, the one she spent the most time with.

The sound of footsteps on the floorboard echoed to her ears, and even without turning, she knew exactly who it was, long familiarized by everything that he did, and everything that he was.

His warm arms snaked around her waist and held her close from behind. Viola leaned back, letting him support her. He smelled like wine and the sea, her favorite fragrance from this man she now called her husband. For a while, they only stood there in silence, enjoying each other’s presence on the top deck of the ship, watching the waves crash by softly under the sun. It was a nice day for the Numancia Flamingo to tread across the sea, and a nice break from a few days of unforgiving New World storms.

“Are you feeling better, love?” Doflamingo’s chest rumbled when he spoke.

Viola hummed in response, eyes still fixed on the glittering ocean waves.

“A couple weeks off the sea and it’s like the Numancia Flamingo is not your second home.” Doflamingo added, a teasing tone creeping into his voice. “Did you finish the empanadas sent into the room? You haven’t been eating properly these days, I’m a bit worried.” A slight crease appeared between his eyebrows.

Viola couldn’t help but chuckle at that. She turned to look at Doflamingo’s puzzled expression, and decided she had to ease his mind somehow. He did, after all, flew all the way back to Dressrosa just to get her those tapas. When they were already so far on their journey. “Yes, I ate every single piece. It was wonderful. I didn’t think you’d actually get them.”

“Of course, I’d come and get it for you.” Doflamingo replied. He paused, his face shifting into dismay. “You should’ve told me sooner, Viola. Did you really think I’d refuse? You should know that you can ask me anything.”

The genuine concern that was present in the man’s expression warmed her heart. She shifted between his arms to face him fully, and reached to touch the side of his face, stroking his cheek gently. “I’m fine. Truly. It’s not that I’ve been holding myself back from telling you anything, it’s just… I think the motion sickness hits me harder because I haven’t been at sea for some time.” And she always ended up hurling back the food she had eaten that she didn’t have much appetite at all. “But the empanadas are wonderful. I can see why they’re your favorite, now.” Viola smiled, the tip of her finger easing the lines on his forehead. “Don’t worry, Doffy.”

Doflamingo let out a sigh. “It’s good that you ate them. I brought a lot, along with some others. Let me know what you feel like eating, and I’ll have them served for you.” He appeared thoughtful and added, a faint smile easing into his lips, “Empanadas is the best tapas out there. I can’t believe it’s taking you this long to realize that.”

Viola laughed. “You’re finally starting to rub off on me.”

Doflamingo’s smile widened at that, and he caught her hand on his face and brought it to his lips.

It was not that Viola couldn’t understand Doflamingo’s worries. Viola first started sailing with the Donquixote Pirates not long after Doflamingo’s ascension to the throne, ten years ago. Even then, she never had any trouble with becoming seasick, no matter how harsh the weather of New World was. But she finally managed to handle it better now, at least. And it was funny that she would think of her husband’s favorite food in the midst of the nausea. Perhaps, some things did change with marriage.

Before, she never would have thought that the fearsome Heavenly Yaksha would fly halfway across the sea just to get her some tapas. She appreciated it very much, especially since she had only blurted it out in a dizzy haze. She barely registered Doflamingo leaving the captain’s chamber and jumping off the ship.

He was cruel, but he was compassionate to his family members.

When she heard later in the day that they’re going to reach their destination soon, Viola had never felt more relieved. She would finally be walking on land again.

The Land of the Gods, no less.

Marie Geoise. Where the Celestial Dragons dwelled, the holiest creatures in the world. And at the heart of Marie Geoise, was Pangea Castle, home to the Five Elders, the people who wielded the greatest power within the World Government.

The people who had summoned her husband.

It’s a wonder how they didn’t seem to faze him one bit. As a member of the Seven Warlord of the Seas, Doflamingo had gone to Pangea Castle to meet with the higher ups of Marine Headquarters and the World Government many times, but hearing him outright refer to the Fiver Elders as ‘old geezers’ was baffling.

Although, considering his past, perhaps it’s not as extraordinary after all.

He was a part of them. Or at least, he used to be. Viola’s chest twisted at the thought of what he’d been through during his childhood.

Sabaody Archipelago was bustling with activity as usual, with rows upon rows of ships setting harbour. Pirates, Marines, Tradesmen – they all flock to the place like bees. Before joining Doflamingo’s pirate crew, Viola had never set foot on the archipelago, which was actually a massive mangrove forest growing out of the ocean, spouting bubbles into the air around it. Each tree served as an island, and the archipelago not actually being an island made it undetectable in a Log Pose. It was the last island before entering the New World, the second part of the Grand Line. The closest to the Red Line in the center of the world.

Sabaody Archipelago was definitely in the course map of every pirate ship looking to challenge the dangers of New World. It had always been a little bit rowdy, but Viola supposed some things changed after Marine Headquarters was moved closer to the Red Line following the Summit War. And yet, the environment wasn’t all peaceful and quiet. Viola could sense it humming in the air – the unlawful acts, misconducts, and illegal trafficking.

Sneaking a glance at Doflamingo who was standing by her side, she thought of his numerous underground businesses. Of the slaves shop he once sponsored right here on Sabaody. The trend had shifted, though. Now, Doflamingo focused more on the distribution of weapons and SMILEs.

A spot was already reserved for Numancia Flamingo, and the ship glided across the water smoothly. Doflamingo offered his elbow for Viola to hold on to as they disembarked from the ship, which she gladly accepted. Several royal guards with triangular-shaped helmets waited on the port, envoys from Marie Geoise. A marine officer stood not too far behind them, his face stoic and devoid of emotions. A teaspoon was stuck to his left cheek, completely out-of-place.

“Vice Admiral Vergo,” Doflamingo greeted him, grinning widely.

“Your Majesties, allow me to escort you.” Vergo politely replied.

Viola was already used to their façade. The world could not know that one of their vice admirals was actually a pirate in disguise, and one of the most trusted people of a Warlord of the Sea. She heard he came to visit Dressrosa sometime after the wedding, but she didn’t actually get to see him back then.

“You’re looking good, Vice Admiral,” Giolla remarked, giggling.

“Did you have a cup of tea in the morning?” Diamante quipped. “You have something on your cheek over there.”

Vergo nonchalantly grabbed the teaspoon from his face, thought nothing of it, and started walking in front of them.

The path leading to Marie Geoise was grand, to say the least. The royal guards flanked them on either side, and Vergo led the way. It was quite a long trip, and Viola swore her breath was taken away when she first laid eyes on the illustrious Land of the Gods. An expanse of dense forest sprawled before them, and the air was crisp and smelled of fresh pines. Pangea Castle glistened in all of its glory upfront, glowing like pure gold.

This was a land thriving in riches and comfort. Poverty and war were like faraway dreams from this place that stood above all else.

“What do you think?” Doflamingo’s asked softly, meant only for her to hear.

“It’s… beautiful.”

He chuckled good-naturedly at her response.

Viola looked at this fairytale-like place in awe. She kept looking, unable to stop. And her eyes saw.

She halted mid-step.

“What’s wrong?” Doflamingo immediately asked, concern laced in his voice.

She had seen many unpleasant truths. Her eyes, with her Giro-Giro no Mi abilities, had shown her the deepest, darkest truths hidden underneath the surface on many occasions.

This place was no exception.

Viola had never seen such ruthlessness before in her life. It was nothing short of a calamity. And they called themselves ‘Gods’.

Gods do not reign in Hell. Devils do.

“Viola.”

Doflamingo’s voice was loud in her ear. It seemed that he had called her multiple times. Her vision had become blurry, and her body felt heavy and sluggish. The nausea crept back, bile rising to her throat. Suddenly, the sun felt too bright, the air too warm. She could feel herself swaying, her feet unable to stand upright any longer.

“Stay with me, Viola!”

A lone tear fell from the corner of her eye. Doflamingo’s panicked face was the last thing she saw before her vision turned into complete darkness.

○●○

“Why do you keep making those toys work like slaves in the underground harbour?”

The silence of the room was disrupted by her question, spoken in a low whisper.

It was the middle of the night, and the light of the moon was sparse – the King’s bed chamber was almost entirely blanketed in darkness. But still, she could see him clear as day, his eyes narrowing at the wine glass nestled in his palm. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward her.

She was lying sideways on the bed – his bed – quietly watching him for the past hour. Or more. She couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t been able to go back to sleep after being roused awake by what could only be a nightmare, so he opted to pour some wine to help make him drowsy.

For the two years Viola had joined him in bed, this was a frequent occurrence. The man who had conquered her home country and stood as its sovereign ruler for nearly five years had trouble sleeping, because of nightmares. The irony wasn’t lost on her, for this same man plagued her dreams too. And many others, she was sure.

“I have no qualms letting you watch me all night. Why the sudden change in heart?” came his raspy reply.

“Are you not going to answer?” Viola asked, her tone flat.

He released a sigh, sounding tired. The bed dipped into his side as he moved to place his glass on the nightstand.

“We haven’t seen each other in weeks, Viola. Can’t we just make it a pleasant night for the two of us?”

“Why bother? I’m sure you have much more pleasant nights in the time you were away.” Her voice sounded hollow even to herself.

A deep crease formed on his forehead. He bent down toward her, his eyes – unobscured by his beloved sunglasses – flashing at her. “I have told you over and again. You’re the only one I’m doing this with. I never had any woman spend the night on my bed, not in my entire wretched life, Viola. I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m only interested in having you.”

Viola raised an eyebrow in question. “That’s rather concerning. The royal palace is big enough for you to keep a harem, after all.”

A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “My bed chamber is only big enough for me to please the one woman that I love, though she keeps insisting that I share it with whores.”

His words made her pause. A twinge of guilt crept into her chest, making her feel uncomfortable. She did know that he was telling the truth. He wasn’t hiding anything either, not that he ever needed to. She also knew that her brash words hurt him – every single time, for she would brush off his feelings like they were nothing.

This man had never spoken a word of lie when he’s proclaiming his feelings for her. Each word came from his true thoughts, and each gaze spoke louder than any word. The past few years she had spent with him showed her enough. The countless nights she spent sharing his bed told her that when Donquixote Doflamingo expressed his love for her, it was not a lie.

Cruel as he may be, his love for her was warm and sincere.

Then, she remembered what she asked from him first.

She repeated her question again.

“Because they deserved it.” There wasn’t a shred of regret in his tone. “I can’t remember what they did, but I know they deserved it.”

It took her a while to speak again.

“And the Tontattas?”

Poor little people, Viola thought. She remembered how she used to play with them when she was a little girl.

Doflamingo brushed a stray strand back from her face. “They are completely devoted to your father.” He replied briskly. Because there was no need for further explanation.

Of course.

Before she fully registered the tears streaming down her cheeks, Doflamingo had drawn her closer and enveloped her trembling shoulders in his warm embrace. He held her as she cried silently. For some reason, she was unable to stop the tears from coming. She didn’t even know why she was crying so pitifully. Was she looking for his sympathy? Or perhaps she’s just wallowing in self-pity like the hopeless woman that she was.

He didn’t say anything, and Viola buried herself into his chest, staining his toned muscles with salty tears. The minutes passed by slowly. When her cries finally receded, and sleep and exhaustion started to pull her under, Doflamingo’s breath whispered on her head.

“Did you know what I saw in my dreams tonight?” she almost couldn’t make out his words. “I saw you betraying me, and I had to make you pay.” There was a long pause. She didn’t think he would speak again. “And you left. You left me alone. I can’t live without you anymore, Viola. But you left me just like that. Like I was nothing to you. Like we are nothing.”

○●○

Don’t leave me, my love.

She opened her eyes, and the far, white pristine ceiling stared back at her.

Her throat felt dry, and her body was as heavy as lead, but she tried to tell her limbs to move. The past memory she saw in her unconscious state had felt so real, it was like she was reliving it just a second ago. She didn’t know how she got here when they were just passing the forest earlier, but she knew she needed to see him.

Viola could feel his distress. Somehow. She had long since attuned herself to be able to sense his emotions. A weird skill, albeit a very useful one.

There was the sound of approaching footsteps, and a doorknob being turned.

Her observation skill identified her husband’s familiar presence.

“Doffy…” she croaked, turning her head sluggishly.

He was at her side in a flash, tension and worry clouded his face like a dark shadow. “How are you feeling?”

She didn’t immediately reply. His figure slowly came into focus as the haze cleared from her head.

His entire body was taut with tension. Viola had never seen him like that. She stared at him, his face contorted with genuine concern – at her. At this moment, his thoughts were filled with nothing but concern at her well-being. It seemed even Donquixote Doflamingo couldn’t remain unfazed forever.

“A little bit hungry. Please tell me you brought the empanadas with you earlier.” Viola said, sincerely hoping he did.

A small chuckle escaped him. Viola was pleased to see him easing up. He placed the glass of water he had been carrying when he entered the room on the nightstand by her head, and moved to help her into a sitting position. “I did. Have some water first.”

Viola let him aid her. She could tell he was being very careful, his movement gentle and slow. He settled beside her on the edge of the bed, steadily supporting her back against his chest. His arms felt warm around her as he cradled her close, and Viola instinctively surrendered to his comfortable presence.

“My love,” Doflamingo breathed into her hair from behind. “Earlier… did you have a look at this place?”

Yes, she looked. Doflamingo must have seen the horror on her face, and he could sense when she’s using her devil fruit powers too.

Viola dipped her head in reply. “It’s…” her words shook, “This place is a nightmare, Doffy. Those rare glimpses of them in Sabaody couldn’t compare to what they do here, in Marie Geoise.” She had seen her fair share of cruelty, but the Land of the Gods was on a completely different level. Then, like an afterthought, she murmured, “Is this where you came up with the idea to use the toys and Tontattas at Dressrosa?” To do to them what the Celestial Dragons do with their slaves.

“I don’t do anything without a reason, Viola. You know that too.” Doflamingo replied, his tone hard.

She said nothing to that. She lamented whatever sin those poor creatures committed to have come into Doflamingo’s bad side.

He released a sigh, then started caressing her waist in gentle strokes. “If you’re feeling better, should we come down and have something to eat?”

Viola was about to agree to his suggestion when she realized a very important fact. “Wait, you haven’t told me where we are now. We’re not at the castle, are we? The meeting is for tomorrow, right?” she quickly looked all around the room they were in. It was spacious, and the ceiling was so high up, it felt like the unreachable sky. There was a sitting area right by the tall windows, overlooking a bright and lush garden below. A neat bookshelf stood at the nearby corner, filled to the brim with what appeared to be classic collections. Every single thing in the room was of the best quality and meticulously adorned, designed to impress rather than to serve its practical function.

In more than one way, it bore resemblance to Doflamingo’s chambers at the Royal Palace in Dressrosa.

“Welcome to the house I was born in, wife.” Doflamingo smiled down at her.

Chapter Text

“Please come this way.”

Today it seemed, he was the only guest expected in Pangea Castle. A pair of royal guards greeted Doflamingo in the reception hall, and escorted him to the council room.

They truly didn’t need to do that. He had the whole floor map of the ostentatious castle fully memorized. He made it one of his life goals, after that ill-fated day of stumbling across Marie Geoise’s – and the World Government’s – biggest secret. Back then, he was a mere ten-year-old boy, wishing for nothing but to return to a life of privilege and comfort. The Celestial Dragons rejected him, of course, though they were quite horrified at seeing the severed head of the late Donquixote Homing at Doflamingo’s hands.

And yet, that trip wasn’t completely futile. The secret those pompous arses had kept for centuries turned out to be a special card Doflamingo could use on his side. His grin stretched even wider at the thought of it. Truly, this world fascinated him to no end.

Today’s meeting too, perhaps, had something to do with that.

“Your Graces, Donquixote Doflamingo-sama is ready to meet you.”

The tall, heavy doors creaked open, and Doflamingo strode into the council room with an amused sneer. The Five Elders were sat at their lavish green sofas as usual, observing him with quiet scrutiny. Doflamingo chuckled, going for the one empty seat before them without so much of an invitation. He leaned his back on the sofa languidly, bringing one foot above the other. Saint Warcury visibly scowled at his lack of respect.

The doors closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving Doflamingo alone with the highest authorities of the World Government. He was practically thrumming with anticipation, thinking of what they would say to him this time.

“It’s nice of you to finally show yourself here.” Saint Warcury remarked.

Doflamingo grinned. “I have been very busy.”

“Ah, yes, we heard Dressrosa is doing immensely well these days. Courtesy of none other than yourself, surely.”

“I may be their best ruling monarch yet, thanks for noticing.” Doflamingo quipped in reply.

“Are state affairs the only thing keeping you busy?”

Saint Saturn’s voice made him pause. The wrinkles lining every inch of his face were as steady as a calm sea, but Doflamingo sensed an underlying hint of tension beneath his seemingly mundane question. There were a couple of implications in the elder’s words, and Doflamingo decided to gouge him further.

“You might need to be more specific, old man.” Doflamingo flashed a sharp smile.

“News travel fast, young Donquixote,” it was Saint Nusjuro who spoke this time, “I think congratulations are due for your recent nuptials. It is not everyday you see an unusual match like yours and Riku Viola.”

Unable to contain it any longer, Doflamingo burst out laughing. And here he thought they would be too stuffy to offer him any sort of salutations. “I knew it would be too much to expect genuine wishes from the lot of you. Still, I’ll be the bigger man and take it with gratitude – I’m still overjoyed from our happy wedding, after all.”

Saint Nusjuro gave a nod, his expression carefully blank.

“You’ve chosen an interesting woman as your wife.” Saint Warcury added. “I heard she’s gifted with quite the extraordinary Devil Fruit powers.”

Doflamingo paused at that.

Saint Warcury continued. “The Giro-Giro no Mi, is it? It gives its wielder the ability to see through expanses of space, and uncover one’s inner thoughts and memories.”

Doflamingo’s lips started curving downward. He did not like where this was going.

“She might even explore yours too. Or perhaps, she already has.”

A muscle twitched in Doflamingo’s forehead, his face twisting into a grim frown. He understood it now, the reason behind this summon. They wanted to make sure Viola hadn’t been probing into his memories. Specifically, a memory of the moment he uncovered this place’s hidden secret. “Careful.” His tone was dangerously low when he spoke. “I might take offense in what you’re suggesting.”

“It is in your best interest to heed our concerns, boy.”

“I’ll have you know that your concerns are unnecessary.” Doflamingo hissed.

“Tell me, has the girl ever peered into your head when you’re vulnerable?” Saint Warcury didn’t even bother to mask his disdain. “I heard you’re quite… fond of her.”

Doflamingo couldn’t believe what they were implying. The Five Elders had always been a bunch of overbearing, smelly old geezers, but to think they would suggest such a thing out in the open like this. He was so upset he could feel heat rising to his head. How dare they speak to him like that? He may not have lived in the Land of the Gods anymore, but how could they treat him this way? Even arrogance should have its limits.

Or perhaps, the old men were simply that anxious about Marie Geoise’s national treasure. Having anyone other than Doflamingo know of it would be the least ideal situation for them. Not that it was his problem.

“This is exhausting.” Doflamingo glared at each of them. “You keep pretending I don’t know you keep a close watch on me, from the day I left this place decades ago, after finding what you desperately keep hidden.” The mere mention made the Five Elders stiffen. “Well, shouldn’t you already know the answer to your stupid question? Besides, why would I tell my wife when that information would do nothing but put her at risk?”

It was worthy of praise, really, how the Celestial Dragons could remain so faithful to the idea that humans were lesser beings than them. Doflamingo had no doubt that they would hunt Viola down the moment they knew she was aware of their secret. They did the same to those seeking to uncover the Void Century, after all. The only reason they did not immediately execute Doflamingo was because he was born as a Celestial Dragon, and that he was remarkably adept at negotiations. Viola, unfortunately, was not in a similar position.

“The Giro-Giro no Mi abilities can be exercised without the other person knowing any better.” Saint Saturn said in a sombre expression.

Doflamingo chuckled, a hollow echo devoid of any mirth. They’re truly testing his patience. “I’m flattered you think so highly of my wife’s Devil Fruit abilities, but you should remember who it is you’re talking to, Five Elders. I am Donquixote Doflamingo, captain of the Donquixote Pirates. I don’t let anyone catch me unguarded.”

“Even when you’re facing the woman you love?”

Doflamingo’s jaw tightened, struggling to keep his composure. These men were relentless. “Our vulnerable moments are shared both ways. I’ll have you know that I never let my wife’s mind wander far when I’m embracing her.”

Saint Saturn hummed in response.

He couldn’t believe he was being interrogated on such private matters. It was degrading, and it upset him to no end. He would usually let his fury show a bit more, but he tried to hold back for Viola’s sake. The Five Elders knew better than to play with him. It was not the same for Viola. Doflamingo needed to ensure them that Viola knew nothing. Which was the truth.

“Are we done?” Doflamingo asked sharply.

The Five Elders looked between themselves. “Your explanation is much appreciated.” Saint Jupiter said at last. “Once again, congratulations for the wedding.”

Not wanting to spend even a second longer in the council room, Doflamingo stood up abruptly and began making his way toward the exit. Before turning on the door knob, he halted and looked back at them.

“If you suspect my wife once again, I will not behave so kindly. Remember that.” Doflamingo warned.

The doors slammed shut behind him with a resounding finality. The royal guards scrambled to take their position to escort him, deepening Doflamingo’s sour mood. He really didn’t want to see anyone else in the cursed castle right now. Eager to return to his house, he began walking in long strides, leaving the royal guards struggling to keep up with his pace.

Doflamingo never hated the old men more. Unlike the Marines, the Five Elders were much harder to deal with, for they held the greatest power in the entire structure of the World Government. While Doflamingo’s promotion as a member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea came with exceptional benefits, it also put him in chains, establishing him as one of the Navy’s lapdogs. Hence, when the World Government called, he answered. It happened during the Summit War at Marineford.

Nothing ever comes for free.

It was the first lesson he learned after his descent from the Land of the Gods. The deal with the Celestial Dragons was that he would get to keep his special privilege, and they would have their secret sealed tight. He didn’t think they would start probing on his connections as well. The last thing he wanted was to drag Viola to this complicated scheme. He would have to tighten the security around her after they got back.

Then, the mini Den-Den Mushi in his pocket started ringing.

Doflamingo picked it up.

“Young Master, hurry! You need to come!” the snail shrieked in Giolla’s voice.

“What happened?” Doflamingo asked, a frown forming between his brows. He rarely heard Giolla so panicked.

“It’s… It’s Violet! She’s in danger!”

He felt his heart drop.

○●○

AN HOUR EARLIER

“Look at that. Another win for me.”

Viola looked at Giolla’s row of cards in dismay. She would have evaded losing if given more time, but then again, Giolla’s luck with cards had been the best in the Family so far. Viola had never won against her, not in the entire ten years she joined the Donquixote Pirates.

She let out a sigh, then laid out her cards on the table. She wasn’t even close to winning. Giolla giggled in mirth.

With Doflamingo away for his meeting, the two ladies had the entire day to themselves. Diamante went to accompany Doflamingo, and Vergo shortly left to join the Marines who were stationed in Marie Geoise. After having a late brunch, Viola invited Giolla to relax in the gardens, where the latter suggested a game of cards to pass the time.

Being in the same division had nurtured their friendship, and Viola enjoyed spending time with Giolla, though the older lady could be a bit over-the-top at times. It was a fine day to bask in the sun outdoors, with the clear blue sky and gentle breeze. The air was truly fresh here in Marie Geoise. Not a hint of pollution tinted it. She could tell the whole place was thoroughly well-cared for.

She was glad that at the very least, nature thrived here.

Doflamingo had shown her around the estate yesterday, and she was amazed at how well he managed it. There was not a single servant in sight, because apparently, Doflamingo only summoned them to tidy up the place prior to his visits, and sent them back after. The entire estate itself is smaller than the Royal Palace in Dressrosa, but it exuded a far greater grandeur.

Stepping into his childhood home felt especially intimate, even after years of being together with him. Doflamingo appeared quite excited too – he was practically dragging her from one place to the next, a genuine smile gracing his features the whole time. He’d tell her stories of what occurred in certain spaces, and how the rooms had changed since then.

Viola was glad he brought her here.

She was glad, that despite the tragedies in his past – and how he chose to deal with them – he could look back to those days and share them with her comfortably. Viola saw, even without the help of her Devil Fruit powers, that there was something akin to regret in the way Doflamingo spoke of his deceased family. Particularly his father and younger brother, whose lives he ended himself. Viola knew he wouldn’t change a thing about what happened then, but she wondered how he could continue living with such heavy burdens.

He was a demon, a being far too cruel to be human, but Viola knew more than anyone how nightmares plagued his sleep. Perhaps, that was Heaven’s judgement for him.

She leaned back on her chair in the patio, and took a deep breath of the fresh air. Doflamingo wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so they still had a lot of time to simply relax. Although the game of cards was fun, Viola started to wonder what it looked like outside. It was, after all, her first time visiting Marie Geoise. Naturally, she would like to see it.

“Giolla-san, what do you say we explore the place?” Viola suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Hm? You mean the neighbourhood?” Giolla looked up at her from the deck of cards in her palms. She was about to start another round.

Viola nodded enthusiastically.

The older lady appeared hesitant. “But… it’s the home for the Celestial Dragons. What if…” she let her words trail off.

“We don’t need to go very far. Besides, Vergo mentioned this area’s mostly empty. I’d say we won’t even meet a single soul.” At Giolla’s sceptic expression, Viola sighed and exercised her Devil Fruit powers.

After a moment, she looked up at Giolla expectantly and said, “It’s completely empty. There appeared to be an event of some sorts at the town center, and the Celestial Dragons are all there. Vergo and the Marines are there too.”

Giolla relented with a dramatic sigh. She put her beloved cards on the table and pushed her chair back. “Should we go, then?”

Viola grinned at her.

True to her clairvoyance, there wasn’t a single person in the neighbourhood. There wasn’t much to see, either. Each estate was barred by impossibly high walls, so their walk felt like a stroll through endless tall fences. Giolla still seemed wary though, and would suggest they go back every few feet or so. It was only when they got to the edge of the neighbourhood that Viola thought she would acquiesce.

“See, there’s nothing here, Violet. Let’s just go back, already.” Giolla muttered.

“Yes, I think we should.” Viola relented, a little disappointed she didn’t see anything interesting. They were also getting dangerously close to the town center, so now was probably a good time to head back. “Do you think he’s back?”

“Who? Young Master? I sure hope he is!” Giolla replied briskly.

“Let’s ask him to take us for a stroll next time.” Viola thought it would be a great idea. They wouldn’t have to worry if Doflamingo were with them.

“Yes, but for now–”

“Who’s that over there, eh?”

In an instant, both of them froze. They had turned their backs on the path leading into the town, leaving no way to face the figure now standing behind them. Yet, everything inside of her screamed that the person on the other side was none other than a Celestial Dragon.

“Are you slaves? Why are you walking by yourself?” the nasally voice carried the arrogance that could only be possessed by the Gods of this place. Viola did not like the following sound of scraping shoes on the cobblestone floor, indicating the person’s approach.

A shiver ran down her spine. At her side, Giolla had gone completely still.

“Giolla-sa–” Viola whispered, just before her body was yanked around and forced down to the ground by Giolla’s tight grip.

“My deepest apologies, Your Excellency! Our Master have sent us on an errand and we were just heading back now!” Giolla cried.

Pain blossomed where Viola’s forehead touched the hard ground, but she held it back.

“Is that so, eh?” the Celestial Dragon replied, sounding uninterested. “Off with you, then.”

Relief surged through her veins at that. They might be able to get away with it.

“Yes, we apologize for standing in your way–” Giolla started.

“Wait. Show your faces to me first.”

They stiffened. Viola wanted desperately to turn to Giolla and scream that they should run, but Giolla’s grasp on her tightened. They were doomed. The moment the Celestial Dragon saw their chainless necks, he would know they were lying. And they would be sent to their deaths for that.

Then, Viola felt a tingling sensation on her skin.

“You dare keep me, Saint Charlos, waiting, eh?” the Celestial Dragon shouted impatiently.

Slowly, they raised their heads.

Two identical chains graced both of the ladies’ necks. Giolla had managed to conjure them in the nick of time.

Saint Charlos approached them closer, his steps dragging on the floor. Still keeping her eyes to the ground, Viola swallowed hard.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you two before. You must be new, eh.” Saint Charlos said, seemingly more to himself. He fixed his attention to Viola, and tilted his head to the side.

Viola could feel his piercing gaze, leaving her feeling uneasy.

In the next moment, her chin was roughly pulled upward, forcing her to face the Celestial Dragon. Viola’s eyes widened in shock. The man – Celestial Dragon – before her was breathing heavily above her, his beady eyes staring at her like a predator. A trail of snot dripped from his nose, and his pudgy chin was speckled with patches of uneven stubble. Viola had never seen a more disgusting looking man. Not even the worst pirates could compare.

“You are quite the beautiful woman, aren’t you, eh? I will make you my ninth wife!” Saint Charlos announced, an ugly grin stretching his plump face.

“Your Excellency, I…” Viola stuttered, at a loss for words.

“You’re no mermaid but I’m nice enough to make you, my wife! You should be happy, eh!”

Before Viola could say anything else, Saint Charlos hauled her to her feet and started dragging her away.

“Wa-Wait!” Giolla shrieked, forgetting who she was speaking to briefly. She quickly collected herself and pleaded, “Our… Our Master will be upset if you take one of his slaves, Your Excellency! Please let the girl go!”

“Eh, I don’t care! I can do whatever I want.” Saint Charlos didn’t even look back at Giolla, too preoccupied with the woman he had in his grasp. “Be nice to me or I’ll give you hell, eh!” he said excitedly to Viola.

Viola’s face contorted into pure horror.

Giolla wouldn’t be able to save her now. She needed to think fast. What were her options? She could overpower this Celestial Dragon easily, but it would mean instant death for her. If she let herself get dragged away like this, a fate worst than hell awaited her. Whatever she did, she would be doomed. There were no options.

In the midst of the chaos, Doflamingo’s face flashed through her mind. She imagined hearing his voice, too. If there was one thing she regret, it would be that she couldn’t see him one last time. She hadn’t properly told him how she truly felt about him. And now she would leave without him ever knowing how much he meant for her.

Viola let her tears flow freely, raising her free hand to them as she prepared to unleash her Devil Fruit technique.

This was it, then. She would rather go with a fight.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

Viola lost her footing, and her barely-formed whale tears dissipated. Saint Charlos’ grip on her came off, but Viola barely had time to rejoice when the ground was rising to meet her. She would have a very nasty concussion after this.

And yet, she never crashed.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw familiar pink feathers, and the light glinting off pointed, pink sunglasses. The sight brought tears streaming down her face once more. For a completely different reason than the former.

“Viola, are you hurt?” Doflamingo wrapped his arms around her, his features twisted with concern. He had caught her before she fell, and now she’s safe in his warmth. He frowned deeper when he noticed her tears, his large hand rising to wipe them away. Viola caught it with both palms.

“I’m okay. Now that you’re here, I’m okay.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. When she thought she heard his voice, it wasn’t her mind playing tricks. Giolla must have called him and informed their situation.

He pulled her closer into his embrace.

“What’s the meaning of this, eh?” Saint Charlos hollered somewhere at her back. “Why are you back here, Doflamingo?”

“The one asking those questions should be me.”

Viola had never heard Doflamingo sounding so cold before, it scared her a little.

“What are you doing with my wife, Charlos!” Doflamingo roared.

“It-it should be Saint Charlos to you... you traitor!” He stuttered clumsily. “I can have any woman I want! Unlike you, I’m a true Celestial Dragon!”

“I dare you to say that again.”

Doflamingo’s tone made Saint Charlos halt in fear. With her face pressed against Doflamingo's chest, Viola couldn’t see any of their expressions, but she knew he must have looked like a living nightmare, especially to someone as ignorant as Saint Charlos.

“I abhorred my father for his naive judgement, but I am glad I don’t remain sheltered in this place like you idiots out here.” Unlike the venom in his words, his touch was gentle when he lifted Viola into his arms. He started walking as he carried her, and Viola saw Saint Charlos with his arse on the ground looking at Doflamingo with pure terror.

“Charlos, have you ever experienced true fear?”

Doflamingo stood before Saint Charlos, his large figure towering over the Celestial Dragon effortlessly. A long, dark shadow befell the noble who was brought to his arms and legs. Saint Charlos didn’t even blink, overwhelmed by Doflamingo’s presence.

“Be prepared. I will show you what real Hell looks like.” Doflamingo promised. He moved to grab Giolla and jumped to the air soon after.

“I’ll deal with you later.”