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♡ Cᴏɴ Cᴏrᴀᴢᴏɴ ♡

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐠) 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 🤭

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 1８+, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬💦💦💖 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ‘𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝’.

Wᴏrᴅ Cᴏᴜɴᴛ ; ６,５４８

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ-ɴʏᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʀʏᴇ!!! ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀᴀ-ꜱᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜʏ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ 😭😭😭 ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ - ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴏ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 💖💖🫂🫂 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ !!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ !! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

A huge shout-out to my beta @moss-woods , none of this is possible without you!! Thank you bestie !! 💖💖💖

Songs to listen to:

♡ Con Corazon - Calva Louise (this was on repeat for 90% of this😂)

♡ Money on the Dash - Elley Duhè & Whethan

♡ Royalty - Egzod, Maestro Chives, Neoni

♡ Which Witch - Florence + the Machine

Five years of your life you'd given to the Donquixote cause.

Five years that you'd given to Doflamingo.

Five incredibly long years.

That's all that ran through your head as you tried to get your racing mind to settle, finally giving a huff as you steadied your breath enough to put your body into a restless slumber.

Until you felt a tugging on your hand, ripping you harshly from a dreamless sleep.

Groaning softly, you cracked your eyes open to see Baby 5 standing in front of you, a small frown and tears in the small girl's eyes.

You sat up, collecting the girl in your arms as you asked gently,

“What's going on, pumpkin?”

Baby 5 sniffled, wiping at her eyes as she babbled out,

“I had a nightmare.”

You gave a soft tsk, holding her a little tighter as you began to slowly rock back and forth.

“You wanna talk about it? Or just sit with me for a bit?”

She sniffles again before whimpering out,

“Just sit…”

You nodded slowly and hummed under your breath, trying to calm the poor girl as best you could.

A creak outside your door made your head snap up, your heart racing for a moment before it settled as you took in the large form of Corazon, the hatted Donquixote brother watching the scene with curious eyes.

With one hand, you quickly signed to him,

/𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾./

His mouth dropped open into a small o, giving you a small mod before motioning to ask if he could come in. You nodded, waving over to the chair you had beside your bed.

He signs, watching the young girl with worried eyes,

/𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇?/

/𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉,/ you replied, still rocking Baby 5 in your lap.

Corazon goes to sign back when Baby 5 suddenly begins snoring, causing you to chuckle softly at the sound.

“At least she should be out for the rest of the night,” you murmured to him, watching his face with knowing eyes. “Don't worry, she'll be fine,” you reassured, reaching out to pat his forearm.

Your cheeks burned into bright reds when he took your much smaller hand in his. He ran a calloused thumb over the back of your hand, sending shivers over your entire body.

Suddenly, he signs with his free hand, /𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖣𝗈𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋…/

You give an irritated sigh through your nose, rolling your eyes as you gently take your hand from his to move Baby 5 onto your bed properly. You tuck her under your blankets and move up on the bed so you're sitting directly across from where Corazon sits.

/𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾…/ you begin, your hands flying in a flurry as you try to get your exasperation across. /𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀./

You give a huff and run a hand through your hair before you continue signing,

/𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖨'𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖨'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆… 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒./

Corazon frowns then, a guilty pang eating away at his heart as he listens to you.

/𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 ‘𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽’ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍,/ Corazon signs back, a serious look on his face as he tries to get you to understand his words.

You shake your head slightly before you sadly murmur out,

“My ego won't let me let it go. I really would be dead if it wasn't for him.”

You signed again before adding,

“I just wish he'd keep his hands to himself. Not that your brother isn't the uh, charming man that he is, I just…” You cross your arms over your chest almost protectively as you bite out, “I just don't like being touched without permission. It makes me feel gross.”

Corazon nods in understanding, sitting back in his slightly too small chair, and lets his legs splay outwards as he crosses his own arms. With one hand, he signs,

/𝖨'𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍./

You snickered at that, shrugging again as you let your hands fall back into your crossed lap.

“You're right, he would. That's why I just… keep my mouth shut.”

He simply watches you for a while, his hatted head tilted slightly as his blue eyes take you in. He always had the same expression when he looked at you, as if you were an unsolvable puzzle with a billion beri prize.

He was determined to crack you, one day.

/𝖳𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍,/ he suddenly signs out, taking you a bit by surprise. You frown slightly as he rises, giving you another look before grinning and waving slightly as he walks out the door, but not before smacking the top of his head off the doorframe. You shook your head and sighed once more as the door clicked shut, your heart sinking further into the bed as you flopped back, looking over at the covered form of Baby 5.

“... these goddamn kids…” You murmured to yourself before trying to curl around the small girl protectively, as if to keep all demons away.

It wasn't long til you finally passed back out.

The next morning, you woke to an empty bed, Baby 5 no where to be found. You groaned and rubbed at your exhausted eyes, knowing you'd have massive bags under them from the 3 am wake-up call.

Getting dressed and heading down towards the massive eating area, you make your way over to the kitchen and hum happily to yourself as you take in the breakfast foods ready to eat.

You make yourself a plate and sit off to the side, only to frown internally as none other than your Captain slides into the seat across from you, that same, stupid smirk plastered on his face as he coos out,

“Well, aren't you a welcome sight this morning. I was sure you'd be hiding in your room all day after yesterday,” he teases with a cruel cackle, reaching down to run a long fingered hand through your hair almost affectionately.

You froze under his touch, too scared to say anything as his fingers dug into your scalp a little to hard and causing you to wince. He frowns at your display of fear and huffs irritably.

“How long have you been part of my crew, little bird?”

You physically frown this time, finally finding some strength to stare into his shaded eyes.

“Five years,” you bit out before taking a large bite from your toast.

Doflamingo hums, leaning back slightly as he takes you in, his glassed gaze wandering your form a little too deeply for your liking. You feel prickling over your skin and fight back the urge to shiver, not wanting to upset your Captain any further.

“... 5 years already, hmm? And yet you still get so rigid when I touch you.”

There's a biting malice behind his words and you find yourself feeling guilty for treating your savior so terribly. Your expression changes as you genuinely reply,

“I apologize, Captain. I just… don't like being touched without consent.”

Doflamingo grins wickedly once again as he barks out a laugh.

“And if anyone touches you without my permission, you better tell me.”

He leans forward in a snap and grips your chin in a tight grip, an almost maniacal look on his face as he breaths over your own.

“I don't like my things being touched.”

Ice cold fear runs over you. All you can do is nod as best you can in his grip, your eyes wide and apologetic for opening your mouth.

“Good. Eat up, little dove. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

In a blink, Doflamingo rises from the bench with a flourish of his pink feathered coat, stalking off towards the stairs that led to the bedrooms and his office.

Gritting your teeth silently, you stabbed into your breakfast and ate in bitter silence, inwardly grateful that only a handful of your crewmates had witnessed that interaction.

After finishing eating and cleaning up your plate, you made your way towards Doflamingo’s office, giving the crew members you passed a small smile or good morning.

It was a running joke on the Numancia Flamingo that you were the main thing out of place, but you were welcomed and loved all the same. There wasn't a single member of Doflamingo's crew that wouldn't put their lives on the line for you.

Coming upon the large, intricately carved wooden door of Doflamingo's office, you knocked three times before his voice called out for you to enter. It took you a moment, but you were able to get the door open just enough to shuffle your body through.

Sat at his massive desk, Doflamingo raises an eyebrow at you over his shades as he asks coyly,

“Come to keep me company, little dove?”

You frown at him and cross your arms, a slight tint to your cheeks as you bite out,

“No, I'm here for my daily assignments. I assume you'll want me in the kitchen?”

Doflamingo stares you down, a slight tilt to his head as he takes in your words. After a moment, his face breaks out into a wild grin and he cackles, shaking his head as he lays his pen down.

“Your duties have never changed, little bird. What makes you think I'm going to change them now?”

You give a shrug in response, not wanting to irritate your Captain.

He gives a huff, the sound almost incredulous as he leans back in his chair. His eyes wander up and down your frame before he slowly moves a finger to beckon you to him.

“Come.”

You fight back the shiver that runs over your skin and move closer, close enough for him to reach out and grasp you if he so wished but far enough that you felt comfortable.

“You have been a... tasteful addition to my crew for some time now, and I think… you deserve a reward for all your hard work.”

Your heart races at his words, eyes going wide as you look up at him.

“A… a reward? For what, doing my job?” You comment lightly, a small chuckle escaping you as you ask. Doflamingo grins a little wider and in a flash, he's gripped your throat in a wide palm, his lithe, strong fingers gripping at your flesh like a leech.

“You truly surprise me,” he coos, though his words are anything but calming. “Anyone on this ship would jump at the chance to please me, and yet you… you wish for nothing in return.”

He leans a little closer, ignoring the way your pulse beats quickly under his one finger. You stand your ground under his gaze, though your fingernails bite into your palms as if to keep yourself as grounded as possible under such a powerful hand.

“What do you wish for?” He asks in a breath, bringing his face close enough for his lips to just brush against yours. A small sound of slight shock leaves you at the feeling, your eyes looming down to his lips before back up to his rose tinted glasses.

“... nothing.”

His eyebrow raises again as he breathes out a chuckle of his own. He gives you a moment before his lips capture your own roughly, his hand around your throat bringing you closer to him.

Your hands reach out as you stumble, your palms pressing to his chest showing under his unbuttoned shirt, the warmth stinging your skin as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

Your eyes squeeze shut as uncertainty and worry bubbles up in your stomach, even as your cunt flutters at his actions. You knew the power he held over you was overwhelming, but this was something else.

When he finally pulled away, you sucked in a breath, one of your hands moving from his chest to grip loosely around his wrist, gently tugging at it.

“Doffy,” you breathed out. “I-I should… get to work…”

Doflamingo hums with a slight sneer, irritated at how unaffected you seemed by his actions. He eventually lets go, nearly pushing you away from him as he bites out,

“Fine. Go find my stupid brother and see if he needs any assistance.”

He waves you off with a lazy hand, not bothering to give you a second glance. You feel your heart sink at the sudden change in him, torn between reaching out to him and fleeing his office.

You chose the latter, deciding to do the same and not glance back at him the second you turned and walked out of his office.

The second you shut the door, you leaned against it and sighed to yourself, shaking your head slightly before making your way down towards the kitchen area where Corazon would most likely be making snacks for the children, unwillingly.

You walked in to see Corazon and Baby 5 in a stand off, an irritated look on his painted face while Baby 5 shouted at him.

“I said, I hate the crust! You have to cut it off!”

There's a scribbling on Corazons notepad before he turns it to her, nearly shoving it at her with a dirty look on his face.

JUST EAT IT!

Baby 5 picks up the sandwich and is about to throw it at him when you finally shout out,

“Oi! What's the fuckin’ problem here?!”

Baby 5 immediately drops the sandwich on island counter top, turning to you with now watery eyes as she cries out,

“He's trying to poison me!”

You roll your eyes and walk in, looking up at the seething Corazon and you gently pat his chest, as if trying to calm down a raging bull.

“Cora, she's like, eight. You can't fight the kids just because they're being brats,” you spoke to Baby 5 at the end of your words, shooting her a pointed look before reaching over and ripping off the crust from her sandwich with your fingers. You tossed it back onto her plate with another pointed look, and she sheepishly picked it up with a “thank you…” before biting into it and looking back up at Corazon.

You clear your throat and raise an eyebrow at her, daring her to keep up the attitude. Her face twists into an expression of contempt as she hisses out, “Thank you, Cora-san.”

Corazons chest puffs out and he crosses his arms over it, glaring down at the small girl before angrily lighting a cigarette. You shout in shock as his black feather coat suddenly goes up in flames, your hands patting over the flames and putting them out as Baby 5 laughs loudly.

“Ha ha! That's what you get for trying to poison m- ah!”

You picked up one of the discarded crusts and threw it at her head, watching with a small grin as it bounces off her face and lands on her plate. She stares at it for a second before ripping it off her plate and whips it back at you.

“Don't be rude, Y/N! That was so mean!”

You laugh loudly and shake your head, pointing to the door and demanding to her,

“Just eat and go find something to do, you brat. Out! Out of my kitchen!”

You chase the laughing girl out and give a heavy sigh as she rounds the corner and almost bumps into Diamante. You shake your head again and turn back to Corazon, who sits at the island with his head lowered. Cigarette smoke billows around his hatted head like a wave, the sunlight coming in through one of the many portholes basking him in a orangey glow.

“Corazon,” you start softly, not wanting to startle him as he stews in his thoughts. His head snaps up and he stares at you as you lean your side on the counter.

“... are you alright?”

He keeps your gaze, watching through the smoke as your face slowly becomes more and more worried. You reach out and take his massive hand in both of yours as you ask again,

“Corazon?”

His eyes flickered to your throat and his face drops, irritation flashing in his eyes again and his other hand reaches up to brush the back of his fingers along the skin of your throat. You shiver under his touch, blinking slowly as you keep your eyes on him.

His hand pulls away in a flash.

/𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎?/

You shake your head as you pull your hands away from his to reply,

/𝗇𝗈, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍./

Corazon sighs through his nose before putting out his cigarette in the small ashtray, turning back to you as he signs,

/𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾./ Corazon reaches for you again, your hands meeting his again and he pulls you to him, gently and protectively. You curled into his arms, your eyes closing as your hands clenched around the front of his shirt as if worried he'd disappear from your grasp.

With a gentle but firm finger, he writes on your back, I've got you. Tears prick at your eyes as you cling a little more, giving a soft sniffle as you barely get out,

“Don't let go.”

It feels like hours that you stay in his arms, the warmth and energy around him comforting and almost addictive. When you finally pull back, his blue eyes stare down at you as he signs with one hand,

/𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?/

You nod, flashing him a shaky smile as you fight back the urge to beg him to kiss you. You idly thought about how many more years you'd have to last on this ship without telling him how you truly felt. Your heart ached, and being in his arms like this did not help the pain in your chest.

He knows you're lying but can't find the strength to pull the truth from you. Corazon simply sighs softly, giving a small nod as he unwillingly lets you go.

You rub at your face with a groan before pulling your watch from your pocket, giving a small “Tsk,” at realizing the time was cutting short.

“I have to start lunch soon. Can you help me with something?”

Corazon nods with a smile, always happy to help you. You motion for him to follow you to the back of the kitchen where the multiple pantries were.

“I need help doing some heavy lifting. You up for that?” You ask, throwing him a small grin over your shoulder which he gives back in return.

You wrench open the first door and grab a few things that luckily sat right by the front. You handed him the items before letting the door slowly shut, opening up the next one and placing the door stopper down.

“I'll need your help in here, just keep an eye on the door, it'll lock us in here if it shuts.”

The second you and Corazon head into the pantry, you both watch with wide eyes as the door stop nearly flies out from under the door and the heavy wood slams shut, effectively locking you both in.

You're both silent for a few moments before you look at each other with shocked expressions.

“Fuck!” You shout, knowing that no matter how hard you knocked from this side, no one would hear you. You kick at the door to no avail, panic starting to set in as your breathing becomes slightly erratic. “Fuck!”

You feel two hands gripping your shoulders and pull you, your back meeting a warm chest as Corazon's arms wrap around you.

He waves a hand in front of your face to catch your attention before he turns you, your eyes struggling to make out his face in the near darkness. You can tell he's signing something but you can't see, your heart beating almost too fast as you pathetically get out,

“I can't see what you're saying, Cora-san!”

There's a beat before you hear the snap of his fingers, your mind too panicked to hear him murmur a soft “Silence.”

“Y/N.”

You freeze in his arms, your eyes still trying to make out his face as you breathe out,

“... Corazon?”

There's a soft, deep hum from him. His hands slowly run up and down your arms as he murmurs,

“You... can't say anything to my brother.”

Your hands reach out to grip around the front of his shirt, reminding yourself to take small, deep breaths to calm yourself. After a few minutes, you asked softly,

“... I assume you're mute for a reason...?”

He gives another hum.

“... are you angry with me?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly in fear of upsetting you. You shake your head, tugging on his shirt a bit as you reply honestly,

“No, no of course not. You have your reasons…”

His hands tighten on your upper arms slightly in thanks before he bends down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you…”

Your head snaps up at the kiss and Corazon moves back at the sudden movement, stepping back and tripping over something, falling backwards and taking you with him. You give a shout as you collide into him, your face pressed into his chest as he protectively cradles you to him.

When things finally stop falling around you, you try to glance up in the darkness, only to realize you're face to face with Corazon as the tip of your nose brushes against his. Your breath catches in your throat, freezing in your spot as your eyes finally get used to the darkness.

You can see the outline of his face, his bangs sticking out of his hat, his eyes wide and pupils blown as he stares back at you. Both of you hold your breath, as if thinking the same thing, and you finally take the risk, pressing forward enough for your lips to gently press against Corazon’s.

It feels like you'd been hit by lightning, the sharp sting of finally doing what you'd been wanting to do after years of playing cat and mouse settles into your skin; but you had no time to enjoy it as Corazon suddenly grips you tighter, pulling your body completely against his as his lips press against yours almost desperately.

There's a tense moment between you two as he pulls himself away from you, his breathing hard as he stares down at you as best he can, his lipstick already messy and smudged on your own hidden face. He can barely see the dark colours on your skin but it sends a ripple through his entire body as he begs out in a harsh whisper,

“Tell me you don't love him.”

You freeze in his grasp, your own breathing erratic and heart beating wildly in your chest, taking only a moment to let his words sink in before you honestly reply,

“I don't love him. I never have and I never will.”

Corazon breaks out into a barely visible grin, his expression more relaxed as he breathes out,

“What about me?”

His stare goes right to your core, your bones almost vibrating under his gaze as you somehow gather the courage to breathe back,

“I think I've loved you for a long time.”

Corazon's heart aches at your words, his grip tightening around you and keeping your chest to his as he bends his head down slightly to capture your lips in a more tender kiss. Your eyes slide shut as your hands grip around the front of his shirt a little tighter, a soft moan escaping you as his tongue brushes along the bottom of your lip.

You give him entrance, your tongues dancing around each other as his hands begin to tug and pull at your clothes gently, as if silently asking permission. You're quick to do the same, grinning into the kiss as he slides out of his coat, shirt and adds his hat to the pile. Your own clothes join his, just out of the way but close enough to grab and dash to hide behind the many barrels around you.

He pulls your naked form to his, your hands landing on his lower torso to steady yourself as you straddle his hips. You can feel his massive bulge in his jeans under your naked core, the rough fabric harshly brushing against you and pulling an uncomfortable hiss from you.

Corazon is quick to pull you up, making sure you're steadied enough before he unbuckles his jeans and slides them down along with his boxers. Kicking them off his feet, his wide hands pull you back and you're settled on top of his cock, your eyes widening at feeling how thick he was.

“Holy fuck,” you murmured mostly to yourself, though it pulled a sheepish chuckle from Corazon as he teased,

“You surprised?”

You shook your head and gave a shaky moan in response as he tugged your hips against his, your dripping cunt sliding up and down his length. Corazon's own groans joined yours, his head falling forward so his forehead rested against your’s.

“H-happily… surprised…” you got out with a slight whimper, your insides already aching with need for him to fill you.

In a display of utter strength, he lifted you off him and flipped you around so your back rested against his warm chest, his cock resting between your asscheeks as he moved your legs open. He tilts his own legs slightly to widen your thighs as one of his hands comes down, his long fingers tracing up and down your soaked core.

Your eyes squeeze shut as a louder moan leaves you, your hands gripping around his upper and forearm as your hips chase his fingers. He pulls away with a breathy chuckle over your ear, the feeling sending shivers up and down your entire body as he presses open mouthed sucks and kisses to your throat.

You moved one of your hands to his hair, pulling at the blonde locks as he lets go with a slight hiss, frowning down at you with a questionable hum.

“D-don't leave visible m-marks, don't want to get in t-trouble,” you shakily bit out, your chest heaving slightly. Corazon simply grins in reply, one of his fingers tracing over your dripping entrance before slowly sliding in as he replies teasingly and low,

“You don't want him to see? You don't want him knowing that you wanted me, instead of him?”

A shaky whine leaves you as he achingly slowly begins to move his finger in and out, coating his large digit in your essence. He gives you a few pumps before he suddenly adds a second, stretching you more than you'd been in a long time as he prompts,

“I asked you a question, Y/N… why don't you want me to shove my small victory into his smug face?”

He doesn't wait for your reply as his teeth clamp into the side of your neck, his fingers fucking you and filling the air with the lewd sounds of your warmth.

Too high on the feeling, you simply moan and whimper under the ministrations of his touch, gripping and scratching your nails into his arm and scalp as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“C-cora,” you beg, your breathing all over the place as you chase after the intense feeling, only to nearly burst into tears as he pulls his fingers from you, letting your slick drip onto the floor as he lets them hang just in front of your warmth.

“F-fuck! C-cora!” You beg again, your hips trying to move after his hand but his other one grips your hip tightly, keeping you against him. He ruts against your ass, precum dripping down your cheeks and crack, your essence mixing with his.

“You want it?” He purrs into your ear, the sound stilling you and clearing your mind a bit as it hits you just how much Corazon is like his brother. You shake the image of Doflamingo taking his place, being the one to fill your mind and insides with his cock as Corazon asks again,

“You gonna beg me for it?”

You nod a few times as you try to get your breathing under control, finally able to reply,

“Gods, please, yes, anything, Corazon please fuck me,” you get out, your nails digging into his forearm as he chuckles in your ear, clearly happy with your words.

“Good. I would have given it to you either way, but I just love the sound of your voice,” there's a teasing tone to his words as he slides your hips up enough for his cock to spring forward and smack against your dripping cunt as he moves you back.

You can't help but huff slightly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at giving into him so easy. Your irritation leaves you immediately as his fat tip bullies your entrance, pulling a slightly concerned gasp from you as you grip him again.

“O-oh no no, you're too big, too big,” you moan pathetically, even as your hips roll down onto his cock, slowly pushing him into you. It's agony and rippling pleasure all at once, the feeling of him stretching and pushing you beyond limits you didn't even know you had.

“Too big? N-no, treasure mine, I think y-you’re made just… just for me,” he replies, fighting back the urge to slide himself into you fully. The carnal, animalistic piece of him hiding in the back of his head was screaming, going absolutely mad at the slow pace, shrieking at him to take what belonged to him, but he resisted, not wanting to scare you off when he just got you.

‘There will be more time for things like that later,’ he reminded himself as he slid a little further in, basking in the glory of the sounds he pulled from you.

You couldn't blink back the tears that began to sting your eyes, leaning your head back against his collarbone and side of his throat as you moaned out,

“Corazon please, please just do it, I can't take it, just do it, please,”

Something in him snaps.

His grip tightens on your hips and he buries his face in your neck as he harshly whispers out, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” as he thrusts up into you roughly, filling you all at once and pulling a choked gasp and more tears from you.

He groans loudly at how tight you are, feeling you flutter and twitching around his massive size and it takes him a second to collect himself and not cum right that second.

“You're so good to me, too good, my precious treasure, so good for me,” he pants out, finally taking his time and beginning to move. You gasp out again, the pain overtaking the pleasure for a few moments.

It's not long until the painful heat turns into a needy, desperate one, causing you to bounce in his lap with his fingers gripping your waist tightly.

“Yes, yes, fuck, you're so good to me,” he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as he breathes in your scent, his lips pressing against your throat to silence his moans.

The knot inside you threatens to snap and you're quick to cry out,

“Corazon, please! P-please, there, there yes please-”

You choke on your sounds as you're hit by a wall of pleasure, your brain and vision going white to the point you wonder if you've blacked out. Corazon chases his own high, gasping and groaning into your skin as he fucks you down onto his cock, his eyes screwed shut in concentration.

“g-god, Y/N! Y/N, my Y/N, m-my-” His own voice cracks as he sends himself over the edge, his hips stuttering a few times before he finally stills, his cock throbbing and gushing inside you.

The only sound in the pantry is the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath and your hearts beating like drums in your ears. You slowly move your hands up and down his arm, soothing both him and yourself as you breathe out,

“... I love you.”

Corazon pressed a few kisses to your neck and collar, down to your shoulder and back up to murmur in your ear,

“I love you. My dearest, precious treasure.”

You settle in his grasp, letting your eyes fall shut until you feel it, causing your eyes to snap open.

Heavy vibrations in the floor alerted you both to the impending doom of the door opening to this sinful act.

Both you and Corazon shared a barely noticeable glance before he slid himself out of you, both of you giving an aching moan at the feeling. You groan as he spills out of you, staining the floor in your mixed essence.

Luckily, Corazon is willing to dirty his heart patterned button up, trying as quickly as possible to clean between your legs, his now soft cock and the floor as you struggle to get dressed.

He throws his black, feathered coat over his shoulder as you open the small porthole window above the pantry shelves, wincing slightly at the pain in your body and at the smell of sex that clearly permeated inside the room.

He catches you as you lean back to jump off, placing you down right as the door opens and Pica pokes his massive head in, giving an angry grunt as he barks out in his high pitched voice,

“In here the whole time, were you? Doflamingo isn't going to be happy that you were busy…” He glared at the both of you before he continued, “Whatever it was you were doing.”

You were quick to speak up, waving Pica’s worries off with a calm,

“I got locked in here and he came to help me, and ended up locking us both in here. It's no big deal, lunch will be ready shortly!”

Pica glares again, the look sending a chill right through your body as he asks,

“That's why your face is covered in his face makeup?”

Corazon splays a nervous hand over his face, knowing you were both caught but you stilled his thoughts when you laughed, clearly anxious as you bit back,

“What, I can't get a kiss from him? Mind your fucking business, Pica.”

You pushed past Pica and went right to the sink, turning the hot water on and grabbing some soap before scrubbing at your face until no reminders of what just happened remained.

If Pica noticed you shaking, he didn't say it.

You turned and gave him a pointed look before waving him out, turning back to the ingredients you had already set out with a comment of,

“You're not needed here anymore, thanks though! I'll call when lunch is ready.”

Corazon finally stepped out of the pantry, dirtied shirt hidden in his hand under his coat, looking up at Pica with a pointed glare of his own, as if reiterating your words with his gaze.

Pica huffed and crossed his arms before turning and finally making his way out, stopping at the door frame to bark over his shoulder,

“You owe me big time, if you want me to stay quiet about this.”

You rolled your eyes, the motion anxious as you fought back the nausea in your stomach over Doflamingo finding out about your little moment with his brother.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, just let me get lunch done.”

The moment Pica turned the corner, you fell to your knees with a hand over your racing heart. Corazon strode over to you in a few steps, kneeling down to hold you with one hand as the other signs,

/𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?/

You nod a few times and lean against him, nervousness and anxiety now racing through you as you whisper,

“He'll kill us if he finds out.”

Corazon stares down at you, makeup ruined and smudged down his face as he signs back, determined,

/𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎./

You go to respond but he stops you with a wide grin, signing out,

/𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾./

You sigh through your nose and shake your head slightly, looking to the wooden floor before shaking the anxiety from your skin with a literal, slight shake of your arms.

“... If you say so.” You looked back up at him with a small smile as he brought you off the floor. “I trust you.”

He grins again and signs quickly,

/𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝗈!/

You sigh again and try to finally focus on the task at hand, grabbing the veggies and tossing them into the sink behind you to wash them.

“Alright, well… I think I can do this on my own from here. You just… go do what you need to, I guess.”

Corazon huffs silently, but relents as you give him a look, not having the energy to argue with you. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head as he signs with one hand in front of your face,

/𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎./

You returned the sign before starting to wash your veg, not looking back as Corazon finally left the kitchen.

It's not long into peeling your veggies when a malicious, teasing voice from the doorway calls in,

“Having fun without me, little dove?”

Your breathing stops as you freeze in your spot, your heart sinking as a tight thread pulls around your neck.

#mi corazon #one piece

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