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Were Warlord meetings always going to be so… Monotonous?
Doflamingo had simmered down from his seething after first meeting the man who brainwashed his precious little brother against him and now found himself bored out of his mind . It’d already been a damn struggle not to string up Sengoku where he stood for his crimes, but listening to the other alpha drone on and on… Doffy was half tempted to take a flying leap out of the window to end his suffering. Not even the “mild” puppeteering of the faceless peons could relieve his boredom. Plus! The man he wanted to see wasn’t even here! Only “the Tyrant” Bartholomew Kuma, “the First Son of the Sea” Jinbe, “Hawkeyes” Dracule Mihawk, and Gecko Moira…just Gecko Moira.
Doflamingo had been smitten since he spotted the man at Roger’s execution, then after he searched for any information, even the tiniest of scraps, he found himself falling even harder. An omega that could handle the New World better than even the most capable of alpha’s, there was talk that he even took on the Demon Heir himself… and their battle ended in a draw. Anyone who could take on Whitebeard and come away losing his hand was worthy of respect in the basest of minds. Thinking about claiming Sir Crocodile as his mate was enough to make the man drool. However, drooling wasn’t quite on the menu as voices cut through his fantasies.
Doffy was rudely brought back to the land of the living when Sengoku seemed to lose his patience as the door slammed open. Any irritation he felt melted away when he laid eyes on the man he felt could give Hancock a run for her money in terms of beauty. What confused him, however, was who exactly his Adonis barged in with.
First one he noticed was one Monkey D. Garp, another alpha (another rival for his Croccy’s attention), and the man who was able to bring Gold Roger to ‘Justice’. The old Vice Admiral was arguing (and losing ) with Crocodile, which brought him to the second group he noticed. The trio of pups practically hugging Crocodile’s legs. It definitely was cause for curiosity. Of all things he heard about the Omega, being good with kids was not one of them.
“Garp! Crocodile! You’re la–” Sengoku’s voice died in his throat as he scanned over the brats clinging to Croc’s legs. The Fleet Admiral swallowed hard before continuing, “You’re late,” he started again, with a calmer tone of voice this time. “Garp, we’ve talked about this, you cannot bring your grandson here!”
Doffy’s eyebrows climbed even higher. This meeting suddenly got a lot more interesting.
Garp’s attention turned to Sengoku. “ I didn’t bring him! You can blame this damn Crocobastard!” The Vice Admiral gestured to (his beautiful, gorgeous) Crocodile.
Crocodile bared his teeth in response and Doflamingo swore his heart skipped a beat. “ Forgive me, ” he started with an exaggerated bow. “Last time I left my boys to go to one of these stupid meetings, all of them nearly died. At least with them here, I know they’re not getting into trouble.” Doflamingo’s eyebrows went to the ceiling. Sir Crocodile, a ruthless warlord known for dehydrating his victims until they were just a husk, is a loving and concerned father? As if Doffy couldn’t fall further in love. His gaze slid from his Helen of Troy to the three pups clinging to his legs. The two older boys looked rightfully wary, commoners like them shouldn’t be in the Holy Land to begin with.
The tallest boy, probably the oldest, couldn’t have been more than 13. He kind of looked like his Croccy. Thick, dark and wavy hair fell in his eyes and framed his face, freckles dotted his cheeks, he could argue that he looked like his Sire if he was Crocodile’s pup. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, though. There was a certain sharpness to the boy’s eyes that he’d seen before, and it wasn’t from Crocodile.
The littlest one was being held back by the older two, and it was obvious who’s child he was. It looked as if Crocodile budded like a sponge to produce a tiny human. Short, wild hair stuck out from underneath a straw hat while wide dark eyes took in everything around him. It reminded Doffy of the heard (and read) of Crocodile’s rookie career as an excitable upstart.
While (who he assumed to be) the oldest and youngest looked to be related, the other boy looked nothing like any of them. Blonde hair hung in loose ringlets, and like the other older boy, he kept his hair in his face. When the brat turned a certain way, he could see why. A large burn scar covered one eye, where he kept most of his hair covering. (Doflamingo stamped down the urge to rub his own eye, seeing that burn.) The blond just looked… strikingly familiar , but he just couldn’t place how. Yet.
He watched as the blond pulled the littlest pup back by the collar of his shirt again, stopping him from wandering off while their father argued with Garp and Sengoku. After a few minutes of quiet back and forth, Sengoku sighed and rubbed his hand roughly down his face. The Fleet Admiral motioned for another faceless nobody, sending him out for a moment before speaking. “I guess it can’t be helped,” he started, and the look of satisfaction on Crocodile’s face sped up Doffy’s heart. Any omega, any man able to cow someone like Sengoku (and Garp ) with words… Doflamingo let out a dreamy sigh. The perfect man lay right before him, all he needed to do was claim him . Sengoku started speaking again, “Since the both of you were late, it seems I have to do introductions again . As of today, Donquixote Doflamingo’s bounty will be frozen, and he will act as an extension of the World Government’s power…” Doffy’s attention wandered again, Sengoku’s voice becoming nothing but background noise. He noticed the blond’s attention snapped to him, a strange look in his eyes. Fear? Maybe.
He watched as the pup whispered something to his companion, letting the littlest brat go in the process. The two older pups spoke in hushed whispers, both of them peeking back at him with suspicion in their eyes, their voices being drowned out by Sengoku’s droning. He was so distracted by the two’s secret conversation that he didn’t notice the smallest brat until he was tugging at his pant leg.
“Hey. You’re really tall.” The kid stated with no preamble. What a weird pup, how fun. “You’re even taller than my Gramps. And he’s like, a giant.” Doffy could only assume. He meant Garp, given that Sengoku started his tirade by telling the man he couldn’t bring his Grandson. Doffy watched as the kid pulled himself up onto the table with little difficulty, sitting down and still having to look up considerably to see his face. The pup tilted his head, as if examining him. Doffy mirrored his movements, eliciting a giggle from the brat. Cute. “Mingo, why do you got those glasses?” Less cute. “Did your eyes get hurt and now you gotta cover them up? Some bastards in a biiiig ship shot my big brother Sabo’s boat and he got really hurt and now he thinks he’s gotta cover his scar. But I think his scar is cool, like mine, see?” He pointed to the scar beneath his eye, it looked like he was stabbed. His questions were rapid fire, the next one out before he could even think of an answer to the previous. It admittedly caught Doffy off guard. He didn’t even have time to respond before his angel barked the kid’s name.
“Luffy.” The pup jumped, his attention pulled from Doflamingo to the gorgeous man who called him. The kid slumped and stuck out his bottom lip, presumably in response to whatever look his Dam was giving him. (He didn’t need to look to recognize the deep baritone, after all.) The kid- Luffy- huffed and hopped down, apparently losing the silent argument, pausing as he noticed something on the ground by Doflamingo’s chair. The kid stopped fully to pick it up before bounding back into his Dam’s welcoming arms, scenting him like they hadn’t seen each other in years. It was probably a stray berry, the brat could have it. At least he didn’t have to talk to him, dealing with a kid with that much energy sounded exhausting. The marine Sengoku sent away came back with a small folding table, setting it up for the three boys. A couple of unused chairs were taken from the main table for the pups to use. The blond, Sabo, he guessed, thanked them as he and his brothers were seated not too far away from Crocodile, who only sat a few chairs away from himself. At least now he had a better view as Sengoku took his place back at the forefront of the room, going over what he would find out would be normal Warlord affairs.
This was going to be a long meeting