So I thought I should write a little something special for Father's Day. I didn't write anything for Mother's Day and I feel like crap for it. Did Mother's Day fall on a Sunday? I forgot already! D8

Anyway, here are a few scenes known as fatherly moments.

Disclaimer: One Piece and Harry Potter are not mine.

Claimer: Atticus and Estrella are mine.

Here the Chapter Starts

Believe

"Story! Story!" Atticus exclaimed as he jumped into his bed, Dellinger taking the one across the room. Estrella glided over to her little master, coiling at the foot of his bed and looking up expectantly.

"A story?" Doflamingo repeated with a grin. "Aren't you getting a little old for a bedtime story?"

"I'm six, Daddy," Atticus pointed out with a huff, pulling himself up enough to look over the shelf of children's books.

Whenever they visited islands, Evelyn would take the children into a book story. Mainly it was for informative books, recipes, medical, and other such things. But when Atticus and Dellinger would find the children's area, the young woman tended to leave with a bit more than she expected.

Not that Doflamingo minded. Atticus can read all by himself and was always wanting new things to read in order to either learn more or expand his vocabulary.

"Daddy, this one!" the child demanded, holding out a book of a grinning man on a ship.

"Liar Noland," he read over the title as he accepted the book, leaning against the bedside table. "Where did you find this one?"

"Mama said she found it in the North Blue after I was born," he answered, dropping onto his thick pillow before pulling the blanket up to his chin. "I like the story."

"Well, I must admit, I'm sort of fond of it myself," Doflamingo chuckled as he opened the book. "Alright. Just this one story and then you go to sleep. Deal?"

"Young Master is going to read to us, kyahahaha!" Dellinger laughed joyously, tightening the blanket around himself as he squirmed with excitement.

"Calm down, you two, or no story," the adult informed firmly, but was still grinning. "And this will be our little secret."

"Daddy has a rep-repu-repa…"

"Reputation," the man supplied.

"Yeah, that," Atticus finished.

"Do you two want this story, or not?" he joked, holding the closed book in the air.

"Story! Story!" the two cheered.

"Fufufu, okay then," Doflamingo chuckled, opening the book once again. "Let's see… A story over four hundred years ago…" He read over each line, putting emphasis in certain areas. Atticus would occasionally reach up, wanting to see the pictures. Doflamingo would tilt the book down enough to his son to see. Dellinger had ended up in Atticus' bed as well to see, almost as soon as the story begun. Both were enjoying, not only the story, but the exaggerated movements and tones the captain was using.

"Noland was sentenced to death for his lies," the man continued lowly, his voice deepening almost ominously. "There were his last words." He suddenly gasped, as though realizing a fact of life. "'That's it! The mountain of gold sank into the ocean!'" His jaw dropped in surprise before his mouth slowly closed and he shook his head in disappointment. "The king and the others were shocked. Nobody believed Noland anymore, but he never stopped lying until he was dead."

"They killed him, Young Master?" Dellinger asked as Doflamingo closed the book and set it back on the shelf.

"Yes, they executed him," he replied with a nod.

"But, Daddy, the city of gold," Atticus stated. "It's really real, isn't it?"

"Well," the captain sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he laid one leg over the opposite knee. "No one has ever found it or found proof of its existence. But let me tell you something, Atticus. So long as someone believes, it will always be 'really real'."

Atticus smiled up at his father as Dellinger snuggled into his side, drifting off to sleep. Doflamingo returned the smile, reaching down to gently cart his fingers through his child's golden hair.

"Now, it's bedtime. Go to sleep," he told the boy gently.

As he rose to his feet and headed towards the door, Atticus sleepily called out to him. "Daddy."

"Yes?" he returned, turning halfway.

"When I grow up, I'm gonna find the gold city," he declared, fighting off sleep just long enough to speak. "And I'll bring back something to prove it's *yawn* really real." Battle over, his bright green eyes closed and his breath evened out.

The man smiled softly before quietly leaving the room. Making sure the door closed silently, he started down the hall, but came to a sudden stop when he spotted his rose leaning against their bedroom door. "The boys gave you a hard time?" she asked knowingly, her voice soft.

"Just a bit," he said with a shrug.

"Right," she giggled, covering her mouth with her fingers. "Come on to bed, you big softie."

Doflamingo stared at her for a moment then noticed the basilisk at her feet. Aster looked awfully smug, especially for a serpent. Pointing to the magical reptile, he accused, "You said something."

Care

Law rolled his eyes in annoyance as Cora-san stared at him with a wide and expectant gaze. "Why are you asking me?" he scowled, pushing the clumsy blonde away from him. "If you like Bellemere-ya so much, then go ahead and marry her. I don't know why you're even asking me if it's okay."

"Because, if I marry Bellemere and you don't like her, then you'll be unhappy," Rocinante pointed out. "I do love Bellemere, but I don't want to put you in a situation you don't like."

"But if I said I don't like her, then you won't marry her, and then you'll be moping forever," Law shot back. "Don't try telling me you won't, because you will."

"I know," the blonde sighed lowly. "Law, I know that things happened pretty fast for you. But I do love you like you're my own son. And I don't want to make you unhappy."

"You're willing to give up on the woman you love just to make me happy?" Law asked skeptically, staring at the klutz like the mere suggestion was ludicrous. The man isn't really his father, yet he is willing to sacrifice his own happiness like that. "I'm not going to make you do that."

"Just be honest with me, please," Rocinante pleaded. "You've been through a lot and I don't want to put more on you than what you've already had to deal with. I don't want you to feel trapped, like everything I do or decide on is just for me with no care for you. It's not. And this is an important, life-changing situation. I don't want to lose either of you and I have to know. So please, Law, I'm asking you again. Are you alright with me marrying Bellemere?"

Law blinked at the tall blonde that was crouched in front of him, arms wrapped around his knees. He does owe Cora-san a lot. After all, he nearly died bringing the Ope-Ope no Mi to him so that he could be cured. While he is still cleaning the white lead from his body, he is still alive thanks to this man. He deserves every bit of happiness he can get a hold of, Bellemere-ya included.

He didn't really mind Bellemere-ya anyway. She's a tough woman who keeps Cora-san in line and doesn't take crap from anybody. She's a formidable woman when it comes to the protection of her two girls, and Law. It was almost instant that she took him in as soon as she saw him with the blonde man. He doesn't mind the girls, either. Nojiko is a typical good girl but she also tries her hardest to keep some control over Nami and include him however she could. Nami is a devious little thing that he can't help but laugh with.

Letting out a low sigh, he looked to the man in front of him. They both lost their family and then they had each other to take care of. If Cora-san asks Bellemere-ya to marry him, then they have a family again. He's sure that the blonde has his own fears as well concerning the matter, beyond what he mentioned. And Law will admit that he's kind of scared, too. What would happen if he lost another family?

Still, Cora-san has to be thinking the same thing. At least, along the same lines. They both already know that Bellemere-ya can't have children herself, so it would only be the two girls and him. At least, if they don't adopt anymore. He's probably wondering if he would even be a good father. Law is a teenager and can handle a lot of things himself. Nojiko and Nami, on the other hand, are still young. He's probably scared of screwing up or of being a terrible father, even though Law knows otherwise.

He's not just asking for permission, or opinion, Law realized. He's asking for that and for reassurance. If Law refuses, then he could take it as the teenager saying that he doesn't think Cora-san can handle being a father or a husband. That not only does Law not like Bellemere-ya, but he also doesn't like the girls. His refusal can change Cora-san in unpredictable ways.

Giving the clumsy blonde a smile, he nodded. No, Cora-san is a great father and will be a good husband. He already is a great man, maybe not an ideal father but still a good one. And Law wouldn't mind having another family. His own is still watching over him, still loves him. He's not replacing them, but accepting his place among another. He hopes they won't be mad at him, but feels like they are proud that he managed to accept others.

"You better have a good ring to give her, Cora-san," he stated, earning a surprised expression from the blonde man. "What's with that face?!"

"You're…you're really okay with it?" Rocinante said in surprise, looking at the teenager with bulging eyes.

"Don't be such an idiot!" Law exclaimed, smacking the man on the head. "Of course I am!"

A wide grin suddenly split his lips before long army wrapped around the teenager, pulling him tightly to a toned chest. "I'm so glad!" the blonde exclaimed happily.

Scowling, Law scoffed, "Just don't expect me to start calling you two Mother and Father."

Rocinante ignored the comment, content to just hug Law as tightly as he possibly could. He truly was worried about how Law would react. He loves Bellemere, but Law is practically his son. Even if Law expressed distaste of Bellemere, he could try to gently help them along or find out just what rift could be between the two. Maybe he could even stay as close friends with Bellemere. He did not want to lose either of them, and it is a relief that he doesn't have to.

"I'm still going to be a pirate," Law suddenly announced. "A captain. With my own ship and crew."

"Right now, Law, I could care less," the blonde admitted.

Worry

Doflamingo was not sure what he should have expected. More often then not, he had to continuously grab his son whenever the boy thought it was a good idea to climb onto roofs and leap off. Sometimes, other members of the family had to catch him, too.

"Boys will be boys, asshole," his rose told him humorously. "He and Estrella are testing each other."

That made no sense to the king, and only skyrocketed his worry when Atticus tried jumping off the roof of their own home. Thankfully, Buffalo was nearby with Baby 5 in case the agathodemon did not catch the younger boy. That eased his worries a little. But he felt like he had to do more than catch.

"Atticus, you need to stop jumping off rooftops," he told his ten-year-old son sternly.

"But I can't jump high enough yet for Estrella to catch me," Atticus informed him.

"Why do you want Estrella to catch you so badly?" he inquired, squatting down to be somewhat level with his child.

The agathodemon in question had grown rapidly these past couple years. Now she is about as long as he is tall and thick bodied with large wings that still seemed to keep up with her body's growth.

"So she can get stronger and carry me when she flies," Atticus said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Doflamingo sighed and shook his head. "Stop jumping off rooftops."

For a while, it seemed that his son was listening. Yet if there is one thing about his child that he knows to be fact, it's that Atticus has his mother's spirit. Evelyn may listen for a little while (five seconds, he's counted), then she's off and doing things her own way. This characteristic revealed itself within Atticus when he was younger. Really, Doflamingo didn't know why he wasn't expecting this.

Both his son and his child's agathodemon are missing.

He went to the glass case full of Vivre cards, one for each member of his family. If anything were to happen while they were out, whether they were unable to contact him or if they had no clue where they're at, they can still be found. Each piece was floating gently along the bottom of the case, seeming to slid across the smooth surface. One in particular, Atticus's name neatly scrawled in the corner, looked as though it were trying to push out the glass side in order to follow the boy.

Opening the case and grabbing that card, he went to the open window and attached his strings to a nearby cloud. "Be back soon," he told his wife, who only waved at him with a roll of her eyes.

"Kids gotta grow up, too, you know," she told him, doubting that their wayward child was very far or in danger on Dressrosa. One failed kidnapping attempt seemed to be all anyone needed in order to learn that their prince is off limits.

Hearing the words and choosing to store them away for later (his son can grow up when he's twenty), Doflamingo ran up his string to the cloud above. Standing as high as he possibly could, he held his palm flat and watched the card inch across his skin. It was directing him towards the other side of Dressrosa. He made a network of strings to connect multiple clouds before running along that line.

Much like a spider knows where the lines of its web are without looking at them, Doflamingo did not need to watch his step with his strings. His covered eyes stayed focused on the Vivre card, noticing that it was shifting slightly to the east. He altered his course accordingly then stopped when the card no longer moved. Generally, that meant that the person the card was connected to is right there. Soft pats alerted him to the card trying to push downwards.

Looking down, Doflamingo noticed the cliff with seawater crashing angrily into the wall. It took a couple of seconds before it finally registered what he was seeing and what the Vivre card was trying to tell him. It took a few more seconds of internal panic before realizing that the card is still intact, meaning Atticus is safe. So where is his son?

Seeming to be summoned by his thoughts, Estrella suddenly flew from the cliff, looking like she flew out of it rock itself. Straddling her with his legs tucked near the joints of her wings was Atticus, clutching something in his hand. Estrella noticed the tall blonde first, flying up to him with powerful beats of her large white wings.

"Hi, Dad!" Atticus greeted when Estrella was level with the man.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Sesese, in the cave," Atticus replied with a giggle then held out his hand. In his clutched hand was a cloudy crystal, gleaming the sunlight from its flat surface. "Look what we found!"

"Atticus," Doflamingo sighed lowly, scooping his son from the agathodemon's back with one arm while the other hand stuff the card into his pocket. "How did you get on Estrella's back to come here?"

"I jumped off the balcony," Atticus replied with a smile.

The man frowned at him. "I told you not to do that anymore."

"No, you said not to jump off rooftops. I jumped off the balcony."

Doflamingo groaned, shaking his head slowly. Way too much like his mother, no matter what she says.

Here the Chapter Ends

I was a very literal child myself. So Atticus is kind of literal as a child, too. And he scares Doffy with his antics while Evelyn just goes 'Eh, he'll learn eventually'. That or she already knows about Atticus' antics and completely trusts Estrella or someone else to catch him before he gets hurt. You decide! XD

I wanted to write something else for Roci and Law, but couldn't think of anything. So we are without one. But I very much enjoyed the one that we got. I think next chapter will be Bellemere meets the Rose. Or it could be a very short chapter involving Doffy and the portrait tilting. Let me know which one you guys want.

Happy Father's Day, Doffy and Roci, and to all fathers out there!