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v-67 · 16 days

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Nothing just Robin getting Angry at Mingo.

Also idk why but this is so funny😂😂

But you know. I'm still watching so

I don't understand why law didn't speculate that Doflamingo could've faked the whole resigning from the Shichibukai thing

Because he is Joker. Law knew that. And Law is smart af. Idk why he didn't speculate that.

Also WHY DID HE RETURN CAESAR'S HEART BACK TO HIM. (I'm hoping it's a fake one.)

Let's see what happens nexttt

The history of Dressrosa is </3

That dialogue from a woman asking the king that why is he doing this and that he was the king that they're proud of 😭😭😭😭

ALSO VIOLET IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE KINGGGG AYEEEE

Sanji is a pervert but he's more of a gentleman than a pervert. He's a gentleman with pervy thoughts. There's a difference okay.

Hmmmm

I'mma go back to watching, ba-bye.

Almost forgot.

Mannnn, I love Lucy.

Also Bartolomeo represents a part of the fan base😂😂 (I feel like oda did this one on purpose hehe)

Also personal angry comment : Donot bring Ace into this like that, also FUCK YOU BLACKBEARD. IF HE OR HIS CREW GETS HIS HANDS ON FLARE FLARE FRUIT I'MMA LOSE IT.

I Know luffy won't let that happen

But it angers me.

I love Ace🔥🥹😭❤️

I miss him :(((

Date 9/11/2023

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onepiecefashion · 1 month

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Dresses for Princess Viola

Christian Dior Spring 2024

#princess viola #violet one piece #viola one piece #dressrosa #one piece #one piece fashion #christian dior #polka dots

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esperfruit · 6 months

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Starry Sky Diamonds Viola designs

#one piece #onepiecefanfiction #donquixote family #donquixote pirates #dressrosa arc #viola one piece #violet one piece

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anubislover · 7 months

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My mother was watching The Crown and I came in during the frankly *iconic* Princess Diana moment and it made me realize something.

You know which One Piece character should get her own Revenge Dress moment?

Viola.

Seriously. Doflamingo was literally the king of Dressrosa for ten years. He wasn't even secretly ruling from the shadows. He was a big deal, visible, front and center. There is no way his defeat, fall, and arrest wouldn't be huge news. No way Big News Morgan would let a scoop like that slip through his feathers. Especially when there's a princess like Viola on the throne, who has an incredible story of perseverance and drama from serving the man she hated. There had to be paparazzi everywhere.

Now, Viola knows Doflamingo. She hates the man and served him for a decade. But she knows that while he's definitely imprisoned, he's got connections everywhere. She knows he'll find a way to get access to things like newspapers, even in the bowels of Impel Down. So what does she do?

Has her iconic Revenge Dress moment. She lives her best life as the rightful ruler of her country and shows off in a classy but sexy-as-hell dress for the press knowing her picture would end up in the papers, which would make their way to Doffy. And on the inside she's crowing in delight, because after years of humiliation, suffering, and despair, even if Doflamingo isn't dead like she wishes he was, she can get one last, petty parting shot in against the man who ruined her life and family.

Just...Viola deserves a Princess Diana "fuck you to my ex" moment. Please.

#one piece #viola one piece #donquixote doflamingo #princess diana #revenge dress #one piece headcanons #dressrosa #donquixote pirates #doflamingo one piece #violet one piece #please viola deserves this kind of moment #and considering how Pda basically said she and Doffy were an item it's fitting #he didn't publicly announce he cheated but what he did was definitely worse so let her have this

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mariaashlay · 1 year

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Surprise! Surprise! Even more Gladius and Violet art!

#One Piece #Gladius #Gladius One Piece #Violet #Violet One Piece #Viola #Viola One Piece #Donquixote Pirates #Donquixote Family #Digital Art

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redhatmeg · 7 months

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Sanji gets betrayed by Violet and Okrutna Zła i Podła plays in the distance.

#meg rewatches one piece #one piece #black leg sanji #violet one piece

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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A matchup-

MBTI- INFP

Personality traits- quiet, overly-polite when I don’t know someone, overly-confident in a (hopefully) humorous way when I do know someone, very sensitive over all

Things I’d (preferably) like in a partner- no gender preference, ideally not too aggressive and/or loud

If you need more information let me know I’ll send a follow-up if necessary (been a while since I actually did a matchup)

No worries, my love~! This is perfect!!

Baby 5

This lovely lady will be perfect for you! She is also quite sensitive and loves to please others! She will find your confidence to be admirable and tries her best to please you in anyway she can! She’s not too loud or aggressive, and would never raise a fist to you.

She will laugh at all your jokes and finds you to be entertaining, and is being truthful, she values you so much she can’t help but laugh at your jokes! She’s also loyal as hell, as long as you show your love for her, she will do the same for you!

Despite her tough girl appearance, she’s a softie at heart and will fall apart if you ever happen to reject her, you don’t have to walk around eggshells for her, just know she can be just as sensitive.

Thatch

Thatch might not look it, but he is quite a patient man and can be extremely understanding. We didn’t see much of him, but what we did see speaks volumes! He was always there for his crew and saw them as a family, and he will do the same with you!

He’s also not aggressive, but he can be a bit loud with the right (wrong-) people. Usually only when he drinks, he will be more amused and laugh at anything, especially any of your jokes, even if he’s the punchline!

A loyal boy who would die for you (literally-), he loves you for you and won’t change a thing about you! Just be honest to him and he will be honest with you!

Viola

Viola is the last match for you! A true princess and elegant queen!! She’s not too overly sensitive and is quite mature in her attitude, giving her the right patience to handle anything that comes her way! She’s confident in all the right ways and doesn’t underestimate the people around her.

She fits your needs of wanting someone who isn’t aggressive or loud, despite her mature looks, she is quite sweet, she is just a woman who has been through a lot and deserves a lot of love. She will treat you like you’re the royal one, once you have this woman’s heart there is no way she is letting go.

Expect cute date ideas from her! She likes to do tea parties or taking horse rides in the park! Once you get past her harden shell, she’s a sweet and passionate lover who won’t betray you or leave your side!

#tsunderedoctor #op matchups #op matchup #matchups #baby 5 #thatch #thatch one piece #viola #violet #viola one piece #violet one piece #one piece #one piece x reader

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stackofstories · 5 months

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He dreamed of fire and blood.

In his youth, he had a habit of not listening to anyone but his parents and his heart. But once his dumb Uncle Mjosgard said something of worth. He could not remember the occasion for his dumb Uncle Mjosgard speaking to him. He dimly recalled Uncle posturing at every chance he got when invited to dinner, especially about his slaves, for which he favored mermaids and fish-men. All beside the point. In this instance, he nearly fell over in shock because Uncle dispensed wise words. He had said, Gods should not fool themselves into thinking they were human. It haunted him in the dream when he found himself strung to the turrets of the island’s highest mud walls because his father, uncle’s oldest brother, hadn’t listened. Father had thought of himself, and his family by extension, ordinary as the filthy, and this was an extreme lesson on the contrary.

He was born a dragon, a god, forced upon the lesser. Cast from heaven at his father’s insistence, he had come into the strange habit of playing a human. Eating their rotting food, forcing himself to go through their mundane, low practices of socialization. But humans were keen on who was part of their community and who wasn’t. The humans proved their filthy, disgusting side and hunted his family as sport. He and his family tried their best to hide and threw themselves at heaven’s mercy, begging for their place back in paradise, but were denied. Heaven cursed them human and humans spat dragons, forbidding them from the earth.

For the crime of confusion, he and his family swung from the island’s ancient walls. The stone walls burned hot melting skin from his back. While the ropes rubbed his wrists raw and bleeding. He remembered a stinky human backhanded him before he lashed a thin cloth around his eyes as if he were a pig being led to the slaughter pin. Unlike a pig, he was not graced with ignorance. He choked on the swirling plumes of gray smoke and shadows sprouted from the sea of fire and people dancing in his shadowed vision.

The air splintered. A pain exploded on his side and he cried out, struggling in his hold; his shirt stuck to him sticky where the pain bloomed. I’m bleeding, he thought dully. His ears filled with the rising rabble of the rats. “A filthy noble took my daughter. She returned home to me broken. And she killed herself a week later,” one howled. Another voice layered “Where is justice for my son? He was only fourteen years old and he just smiled at the princess.” From the right side, “He bruised her so bad, her lily-white skin is no more, but yellow and purple and black; she’s afraid to go outside! Justice for Justas!” Swirled into the mix. “He didn’t do anything. I promise. He was a good boy. He didn’t know better. My baby, my poor baby.” Another. “Where is my child? Where is my baby? I know you took him. Stood right next to my boy when I heard a dragon say he has the prettiest brown eyes. He asked me how much my son’s eyes were, then warned if he didn’t get them, he’d scoop them out. The world government outlawed slavery, didn’t they? So where is he? I demand justice.”

Justice, the maggots culminated into one overpowering, grievous voice. Justice? Where was his justice? What was his recompense for the crimes committed against him and his family? Justice demanded their blood for so much as sniffing in his direction without his permission. Swinging above the mob, he saw the obvious answer-so plain; it was one of the few bitter truths of life. There was no justice in the world. If it were so, then he would not be a dragon and they would not be so astonishingly human, excusing their impertinence and begging to him, bound and helpless, for justice. And by that measure, he would not be a dragon defined by importance for most of his life, made to suffer such a humility. If there was any justice in the world, it was something intangible; he had to define it himself and then compel others to accept it as truth.

But his weak heart shamed him, crying. “The pain... Father... I just want to die already!”

And his father furthered the humiliation. “Please. They are only children. They are not responsible for these crimes. I will bear your hatred, but spare my children!”

And he could not handle it anymore. In his greatest moments of frustration, when he couldn’t buy a slave at the market, he had experienced the tang of power on the edges of his fingers that frightened his nannies and his parents into giving him what he wanted. But this surpassed frustration. Time disappeared and there was nothing in this very instant. To himself, he might have admitted it was a frightful thing to only know nothing but the pureness of emotion. It was neither fear nor anger. He felt nothing of his body. His pain at his side disappeared. The stones rested cool on his back. The maddened desperation of his heart froze. It was only him. The distillation of his contrary life. His vision. His justice.

He roared. “You’ll pay for this!”

Snot and tears soaked the dirty cloth and ran to his mouth. He could not see the filthy huddled below him, but he knew they were pushed together, small and frightened. His defiance cowed them. But it wasn’t enough. “I will not die!” he said as hard as he could manage. He fed on their terror, willing to believe they made deep obeisances as if that was enough to soothe the heavenly demon of their making. “No matter what you do to me, I will survive!”

A trickle of emotion came to him. It was madness. Pure madness as he readied his first edict in this rotten world. “And I will hunt you down one by one,” he vowed. “No one will be left alive!”

He dreamed of a world equal parts fire and blood when Law had come to them with eyes like death, vowing a similar vision. And he dreamed the same when the knock from his door awoke him.

“Doffy?” Trebol entered the room. Doflamingo blinked, his room was black as night, confused for but a moment, existing in the past and present. But then, there was light and Trebol was in his line of vision, slimy and barrel-chested, just as he had been all those years ago when he offered a helping hand. “Violet approaches.”

“And?”

“She has done what you asked. It has taken a month, but she has brought the boy to us. No struggle has been reported. He walks unencumbered beside her.”

Trebol took up Doflamingo’s right side as they exited his chambers. The hallways glowed with light from the fires dancing merrily in their metal wicks. Twisty shadows filled the pink columns and floor. Doflamingo stopped at the window. The realization came to him slow; it was late. Aside from Sugar and Trebol, most of his family retreated and slept in their rooms. The Toys were sent back to the Toy House and the citizens back to their homes, the island of Dressrosa was quiet at night.

“Something wrong, Doffy?” asked Trebol. His voice was distant, like the nattering of a fly.

“No.”

“Violet is quite presumptuous. She swore allegiance to us, but I think, she still holds loyalty to her father. The dead false king. Violet isn’t like the other girls. Beautiful, yes, very beautiful. We should have more beautiful women in the family. Nyeh, Nyeh, Giolla has certainly gotten fat sitting on her butt. But we have Baby 5. You’ve noticed her, haven’t you, Doffy? It’s fascinating. She was an ugly little thing when we picked her up. She’s sixteen now and she grows prettier every day. With that agreeable nature of hers--”

Doflamingo frowned. “Don’t touch her.”

“I would never dream of it, Doffy. It is only a joke. Do you see the way her face pinks and she hides behind her serving platter? It’s enough to draw any reaction out of a red-blooded man. She plays coy because she is a good woman, but it is only a joke. Nothing serious. We are playing. She is family.”

Doflamingo grunted. A joke. Trebol’s status as family, part of the inner family, protected him from his wrath. Though not as much as Trebol liked to think. Doflamingo required loyalty without question. If Trebol thought to pull a fast one because of poor reasoning, then Doflamingo would remind him of his place. Just as he had done with his heart before.

They entered the throne room. Doflamingo didn’t use it much. He preferred to greet guests at the pool. Blessed with pleasant weather, Dressrosa was free of rain for much of the year. Clear skies and comfortable heat it emphasized the life Doflamingo aspired to, a life of leisure befitting his status as king. It did not hurt he kept only the most beautiful girls swimming in the pool and serving his guests and he wasted no expense on music, food, and drinks. There was rarely a need for an ostentatious display of power, his associates and enemies alike knew who they dealt with.

But the stick before the carrot. If this boy was stupid enough to lash out against Big Mom’s pirates, then he would surely think to bite at the hand of his newfound family. Doflamingo needed the boy aware of the rules before he could have any sort of fun. It was a drag, but necessary when dealing with brats. He sighed as he sank into his throne. Trebol stood at his side, he clutched his golden staff tight in his hand, the head of the stick a golden club in laid with jewels.

“Violet has returned,” a henchman in fishnets announced.

“Open the doors! Let us greet her!” Doflamingo said.

The wide stone doors moaned as they pushed inward. Doflamingo beckoned to Violet and the boy to approach. They shared a single glance but walked, slow and measured. Violet remained much the same; beautiful as her namesake, though Doflamingo hadn’t seen her in a month. Her eyes were a glistening amber-brown like a drink to set his throat on fire, her full lips curled into a victorious smirk. The boy at her side was small, dwarfed by an abnormally long nodachi–Amande’s sword, Shirauo–on his back.

“Doffy.” Violet folded into a bow while the boy remained upright. “I have brought what you have asked of me.”

“Nyeh Nyeh Violet. Try not to look so proud. Doffy requested this task fulfilled awhile ago, remember?” Trebol pointed his scepter at her. “Were it anyone else, I would see you punished. When Doffy asks, it must be executed immediately. Not on your own time. This is your warning.”

Violet remained unperturbed as she asked. “Do you have any comments or concerns, Doffy?”

“I do not. You have done well.”

“As long as I have pleased you,” said Violet.

Doflamimgo noticed, swallowing back a laugh, Trebol shrunk by half as he let out a haughty sniff.

“I’m not here to listen to your squabbles, entertaining as they are. We have been rude to our guest. Violet, who is this you have brought to me?” Doflamingo asked.

The boy interrupted Violet, stepping forward. Doflamingo smiled at the boy’s insolence. It was clear he was brave, or maybe, more likely, he did not know any better because he was unafraid and brazen. “I am not a thing to be brought home. I’m not a toy, but a boy. And I came here on my own free will; my name is Nico.”

“Nico.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why I have asked for you?”

The boy curled his small fists at his side. The look on his face was resolute. “I met your shark-boy… and I hurt him,” Nico said quietly. “But he hurt me first. I wouldn’t have done anything if he had just listened and not bit me.”

“Dellinger can be eager when meeting new people, friend or foe,” Doflamingo said. “Forgive him. He’s mixed with an aggressive breed of fish-man, the fighting fish. Sometimes he makes mistakes as we all do, and when you see him, he will offer his apologies and we will leave it in the past. Family forgives mistakes.”

“Dellinger isn’t my family.”

“Not yet,” Doflamingo acknowledged. “But he will be. You don’t believe me and that’s no matter; you will see.”

Trebol pushed forward, his blueish-grey snot coat, left membrane trails on the waxed floor. No doubt he was eager to impress in the boy's mind the pecking order in their family. He had been his first supporter, thusly Doflamingo allowed him privileges that went beyond what he gave to his hearts, past and present. Trebol was allowed his own bit of power trip as long as he remembered his place. Doflamingo watched carefully. His mouth carved into a smile as Nico and Viola looked up at Trebol with identical faces screwed in disgust.

What observation would his old friend make?

“Hold on, Doffy,” Trebol said, “You have such a kind heart, but the boy does not know the importance of family, I fear. And hasn’t any awareness of our history. Hundreds washed ashore Spider Miles, remember; how many of those hundreds were able to endure?” Trebol looked at him, and Doflamingo inclined his head in agreement. “Hundreds died to be a family member at our beginning. How many come to us now hoping to be family, wearing our crest, fighting under our name?”

“Thousands.” Doflamingo laughed.

“Thousands. And out of the thousands, how many have we accepted as our own?”

“No one.”

Not to say he hadn’t allowed countless to wear his pirate symbol, pillage and raid on his behalf, with the stipulation they gave him more than half of what they stole. But that wasn’t the same at all to family. There was only Doflamingo’s family and the rest of the world. The rest of the world could burn as long as Doflamingo kept what was his.

“And so I ask, what makes this brat so special? When he can’t recognize the honor bestowed upon him.”

Doflamingo smiled. “A month and some time ago, who could forget when the ground beneath shuddered, then roared,” he said. “From the balcony, I witnessed chunks of stone tear from the mountains. Houses that have stood for centuries crumbled to dust. Waves swallowed our shores. And even the great Corrida cracked. A black shadow stretched the land and when I breathed I saw my breath; it was on this day, Big Mom sent a party to us and I thought she came to us finally, Kaido damned, but it wasn’t so. Tell me, Nico, how did you get the sword?”

Nico frowned. “The lady. She hurt my friend. I was angry, and I hurt her back… I’ll do the same to you too, all of you. I’m not afraid.”

Doflamingo threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Is that what he had done? Amande told a different story. With a curl of his finger, his power awakened and wrapped itself around Nico. Another twitch of his pinky and the hall echoed with the boy’s howls. He watched as the boy cried struggling, tangled up in invisible strings. His clothing was sliced and torn. In some parts, it was blotched red.

“Bet that surprised you, boy!” Doflamingo smiled. He jerked the boy to him. He leaned in. “I forget my strength sometimes.” He wiggled his index fingers. The boy tensed then straightened from his curled position, his body vibrated at its edges, fighting to hunch inward. “Stay still–you’ll do more damage to yourself–and I hate to draw this out when you’re just being cute. You flash your teeth at me and I wonder have they cut your gums yet? It does not matter. I can see it in your eyes. You hate me.”

Doflamingo rumbled with more laughter. “Good. All good. I give you permission.” Nico’s olive skin flushed. “Does that surprise you? Hate me all you want. In fact, test your mettle against me as much as you’d like--I only ask you don’t hesitate because when you cut your teeth and lose some of that precious cuteness, I won’t hesitate. But right now, you are weak and weaklings can’t pick what happens to them. I want you, therefore you are mine.”

“B-but he must learn manners first, Doffy,” Trebol stammered. “He can’t go around attacking like a mad dog.”

“Too right,” Doflamingo said. He shifted his attention from Nico to Violet. Her face remained impassive, and it reminded him all at once why she was an Executive despite her relatively new status in the family. She did the job and never complained. “Violet. Take him to the dungeon, where he’ll stay until he is trusted.”

“Yes, Doffy.”

Doflamingo cut his strings. The boy dropped to the floor. He didn't move. Violet hauled him up by the arm and set him upright. He is defeated already? I don't want a boring toy, Doflamingo thought. Trebol is right. I have been to hasty with this one. He looked at the boy. But Nico lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with madness and rage; glaring at him. It was beautiful. He puffed his stick chest out. "I won't forget this!" Nico screamed, Doflamingo might have imagined the way the castle of Dressrosa shook and lurched. "No matter what, I won't forget it, and I'll kill you for everyone, for me!"

Violet was swift. She slapped Nico hard enough to leave a bruise. "Impertinent brat," she said coldly. But Nico did not cower. He kept his eyes steady on Doflamingo. Cold as ice chips. "I look forward to it, kid." he laughed. Violet pushed a fallen piece of brown hair behind her ear before she bowed once more to him and blatantly ignored Trebol. She took Nico, and they disappeared into the shadowed halls. Doflamingo did not doubt when she threw Nico into the dungeons, she would also send Buffalo to attend to him. Violet didn't hide her heart as well as she liked to think.

Trebol turned to him. Words were spoken, but he failed to hear.

Doflamingo smelled smoke and flames reflected in his pink sunglasses.

#donquixote doflamingo #donquixote family #you should see me in a crown #chapter six #nico di angelo is a pirate #nico di angelo #not a draft #spacing is weird #toy soldier one piece #rebecca one piece #violet one piece #viola one piece #one piece x pjo

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yamslander · 2 years

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the wip 🚧

#my art #yamslander #violet one piece #viola one piece

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gendervapor14 · 16 days

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sliding in here being sooooo predictable because gendervapor dofladile real ?? just like christmas,,,

hhhhhh yes. dofladile was my otp in like 2018 and they infested my brain for like a year or two or three and then by the time i actually started posting fanfic in 2021, i kind of. chilled out about them? still love them dearly, but they aren't storming my head anymore.

THAT BEING SAID.

i do have a wip about them. i didn't post it yet because a) idk how long it will be, b) idk how to end it, and c) i'm worried about the reception. i know people are probably gonna like it but. idk. they're a more popular ship and i'm used to writing less popular stuff that doesn't really get perceived so. i guess i'm not ready to be perceived XD ANYWAY i will stop rambling and share a sample for you, the lovely teeb

The king of Dressrosa, to no one’s surprise, drank wine like water. Crocodile counted the glasses as they went because it was easier to focus on that than the shrill discourse of this chaotic assembly he called family. He let his mind wander to the potential root of this situation, the psychology of his host, the reasoning behind such an unbecoming crowd. Some sort of family trauma, no doubt, perhaps some damaged self-esteem, some isolation when he was young.

How this charismatic, boisterous, cunning individual with ties to Mariejois was ever lonely didn’t add up though. Maybe it was something simpler. Could have lost his family in a fire. He seemed averse to smoking. That was probably it.

The large, blond, bearded man at the end of the table was telling a rallying tale. Crocodile didn’t even pretend to express interest, but he was thankful it seemed to keep the rest of the crew silent and in order. An occasional round of chuckles was enough to intercept his thought process, but that was easier to cast aside than direct involvement.

Sixth glass, he noted, as Doflamingo, sitting proudly at the head of the table, leaned in towards that dancer. She sat awfully close for an officer, but Crocodile supposed the two were obviously involved. It was all there in the way she batted her eyes, the way he fingered the tablecloth. Maybe calling them family was all for show.

Those dark eyes of hers landed on him. He straightened up but didn’t avoid eye contact. Not immediately, at least. Their gossiping wasn’t subtle so he had no reason to play coy. He broke away eventually to sip that too-sweet wine, and wasn’t too surprised when Doflamingo’s attention soon filtered his way.

“Enjoying your meal?”

“It’s not terrible.” He was remiss to admit, although he’d rather this steak a bit more cold-blooded.

“Some of the best along this part of the New World,” Doflamingo boasted coolly, “so the critics say. In any case, Crocodile, this is the dancer from earlier, Violet. Violet, this is Sir Crocodile.”

Tired eyes slid from the king to the weary officer, who offered nothing but a forced, polite smirk. He was introduced to the entire Family earlier, but clearly this was Doflamingo’s attempt to get the two chatting, for whatever reason.

The older warlord chose his battles wisely. There was no reason to make pulling teeth any more painful. “I will say, I enjoyed the performance.”

“Thank you.” An automatic response. He noticed most of the food on her plate was sliced up and pushed around, but not eaten. Taking control where she could. He almost pitied her.