So here is the first chapter of my new story in a brand new fandom for me, inspired by a fanfiction called, 'Loving Luffy', and a piece of fanart I did for the story that had Doflamingo holding Luffy and Ace. I hope everyone enjoys it. The chapter was originally going to be about 9500 words long, but I split it in two because the chapter just keeps getting longer and longer as I go back through. I thought that I could elaborate on things and make the flow better if I split it in two, so I guess I nearly have 3 chapters done for this story already. This chapter is 4161 words without Author's notes.

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There were just some days that had one, Donquixote Doflamingo, more than a little irritated that his ship couldn't be moved around just as fast as he could by using his Devil Fruit abilities. He wouldn't have had to deal with being soaked to the bone and hungry if it were the case. Being a very busy man with his fingers in many different pots had him having to deal with the occasional upset. He tried to see the brighter side of it all. His crew tended to hover quite a bit, so it was nice to get some time on his own sometimes. As long as it wasn't for too long.

The light blond-haired man wasn't the sort of person that enjoyed being alone either. He was the obnoxious sort of social butterfly, a total narcissistic egomaniac that loved to get under people's skin and playing god among the peons. You couldn't play god without subjects to lord over that was just some crazy guy talking at the plants and rocks after all and he wasn't quite that far gone yet.

Doflamingo was familiar with the area he was in and was glad that he knew that part of the North Blue so well. He might have been even more miserable and possibly facing hypothermia if he hadn't. It was something that would have put him in an even worse mood than he had been in as of late… Thankfully, he found an island within a few hours of the storm starting up and found a place to tuck himself away in and dry out.

The island was one that was toasty for that part of the North Blue. It was known for its rail-thin palm trees scattered about, powdery white beachfront, swanky little vacation spots and about a dozen high-end restaurants and bars. Doflamingo would have enjoyed being there for a few days of heavy indulgence if he hadn't arrived in the way that he had. Though, maybe a little vacation away from the family for a bit wouldn't hurt? After all, all work and no play made Doffy a very very bored boy and that wasn't good for anyone. Something that the locals had to be reminded of within 20 minutes of Doflamingo making land. The inn keeper's pleas for mercy had been hilarious! Gods, they had made him so incredibly hard too! If he could have that much fun within the first half-hour of making land, then he was sure he could make some fun for himself. Besides, he had already been planning on a bit of a mini-vacation for himself!... just not like this, on an island with nearly nonstop rain.

With an amused little chuckle, Doflamingo followed a trembling beanstalk of a man to a terracotta-colored villa. It had its own private little spot overlooking the beach a bit away from the rest of the vacation homes on the property. He held out his freehand with a coy little smile, loving the terrified little whimper that came out of the man and how he nearly jumped back he had flinched so hard. In his other hand, Doflamingo held an umbrella that he had taken for himself. He had liked its bold, bright pink and orange, flower-inspired pattern. He gave the umbrella a playful little spin as he watched the wreck of a man try and work up the nerve to hand over the keys. He would have to tell the others how amusing the people on that particular island were. They would need to stop by again, when the rains ended.

The teary-eyed man did eventually manage to practically throw the keys at Doflamingo and stutter out a standard 'thank you for staying with us' schpeel before scurrying off. Doflamingo, in a much better mood after his presence alone nearly had the entire inn staff shitting themselves, made his way into the reef themed villa.

Doflamingo hummed in pleasure. He was happy that he hadn't even had to lean down or sidestep to get through the door, which was a common occurrence for him as he was so tall. Being 10 ft tall was something he took great pride in. It suited a higher being such as himself. Being able to look down upon the filth around him, that is. It wasn't always easy to get around in the world of humans, though. They were usually about half his size and that meant that things such as doorways and furniture were frequently more suited to their size than that of a guy like him.

After kicking the door closed with the back of his heel, Doflamingo stripped his flamingo feather mantle from his shoulders and carefully draped it close enough to the fireplace to dry it out a bit. The people running the place had apparently been intelligent enough to have a fire started for him to mitigate any more casualties. Huh, must have learned from the last time he had been there 2 years back. So they could be taught, who would have known?

After making sure his mantle was secure, the man shucking off his shoes and striping out of his ruined suit, all but purring at the feeling of no longer being constricted and soaking wet. Doflamingo sauntered over to a bucket he spotted sitting on the pink marble countertop and grinned at the bottle of wine and chocolate-covered fruit treats within.

The blond ran his hand through damp locks and let himself sniff the air. An easy indicator of how nice a rental place really was and how well it was cared for was a good sniff test. Good scent neutralizers were very expensive, but very necessary not to piss off particular alpha typings. He himself was a rare, more dangerous typing of dominant A.

Doflamingo couldn't smell anything outside of the anxiety from the beta that had led him to the place. He must have been the one that got everything ready for him to. The young alpha laughed at that. What a perfect perfume to fuck his own hands to!

The man snatched up the handle of the bucket without much thought and flopped down on the surprisingly large coral colored coach. Large enough that it didn't look more like a chair than an actual couch to him. He could actually sprawl over it if he wanted to with only his calves and feet hanging over the end. His so-so mood quickly turned into back into his normal good one as he plopped the wine glass hanging from the side of the bucket onto the coffee table. Doflamingo busied himself with deciding what piece of the beautifully shaped treats he wanted to indulge in first or if he wanted to just forgo it all and drink his lunch. Either way, he was going to have a nice hard jizz and a cat nap, airing out his water chafed cock and balls. His stomach made his decision for him.

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After the fourth day of rain, the spikey-haired blond's eternal grin had dulled quite a bit as the exhaustion and the anxiety caused by being haunted by too many memories and too little to distract him, crept in. He was extremely bored to and that never helped either. One could only masturbate so many times in plain view on a private strip of beach before it lost its luster, it wasn't any fun when no one was around to catch him after all and he had already fucked his hand in both tubs, on the couch, in the shower and in all three of the king-sized beds that could actually fit him.

Even still, sleep wasn't easy when past trauma circled one's head like biting flies! Doflamingo couldn't help but fixate on how much he missed his little brother in those moments and how much he missed his mother too. How much he longed for their unconditional familial affection and how much he hated his father for destroying all of it, for taking them away from him! The itch to go play marionettes had settled into his skin again. Maybe he should? That would be fun, hearing the screams of humans was always amusing!

A grimace twisted the man's face, an incredibly rare sight. As much as he didn't enjoy the rain, Doflamingo decided maybe getting some fresh air would do him some good. Being confined for days just wasn't his style. That, and he was sure that he could find something to keep his mind off of things. The blond was literally on a vacation island after all and the night was young! The lean man could use something to eat, yeah, that's just what he would do. He needed something worth wearing first, though.

Doflamingo was quick to get out of bed. To most, it would have been considered to be massive, practically big enough to swallow nearly half a dozen people. It was almost snug to a man like him, with incredibly long legs and arms. A man who had a tendency to sprawl out like a starfish when left without a partner to snuggle up with. Doflamingo drug his discarded dress pants up and snatched up his mantle. Lobster and scallops sounded good and maybe some drinks and a pretty brunet to screw for dessert? He licked his lips at the thought.

"Fufufufu, wonder if I can scrounge up a beauty like that pretty?" Doflamingo mused, thinking back to a man with the cutest scar across his face cheek to cheek and across the bridge of his nose he had seen in passing a few weeks beforehand on one of his favorite party islands, he had been at the casino there. It was strange for him to keep thinking about anyone in that way, but even now, thinking of the brunet had his cock twitching and his body singing with want. The man had clearly been a bit older than him and not interested in him, but he couldn't get the idea of screwing that pretty lovely silly. He was just his type with those dark eyes and hair, that defiant glare and that sexy body. If he ever saw him again, Doflamingo would most definitely be dragging him to his bed, kicking and screaming if he had to!

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Leaving with a nice new suit and a few more casual outfits more suited to his comfort and taste, the blond was eager to get something to eat. He walked bowlegged down the street, taking up as much space as possible as he stared down all that he came across. Doflamingo laughed as everyone gave him a wide berth and tried not to make eye contact as they went on their way. It made him wonder if he and his crew left that much of an impression on the people in the area or if it was like the instincts of an animal? Did they just instinctively know not to irritate him? To bow their unworthy little heads and divert their eyes from his majesty?

His grin faltered and confusion filtered in as his instincts were suddenly insisting something was wrong. Doflamingo's face scrunched up as a faint infantile wailing filled his ears. Glancing around at the few people walking around, no one even paused in their steps. Huh, oh well, what were the parents expecting keeping a kid out so late? He forcefully shook his upset away. It had nothing to do with him, he wasn't even sure why the sound of the baby bothered him.

Doflamingo grinned full power again as a high-end seafood restaurant caught his attention. The smell and colorful décor inviting to the brightly dressed young man. His tongue hung from his mouth as a song started up. Yes, this would do nicely.

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Nearly two hours later, Doflamingo was stuffed to the gills and pleasantly buzzed. The ambiance of the place, along with the beautiful company, great music, and delicious food, had the man in a far better mood. He still wasn't at 100%, but he wasn't wallowing in a ball of monotonous jacked off misery and boredom anymore; thus, he was counting that as a step in the right direction. He hadn't found anyone that matched up to his admittedly ridiculously high standards, which had been disappointing but unsurprising. He had settled for a bottle of RumChata and a boxed-up tiramisu instead… That and maybe some fun with his right hand…. But… booze and tiramisu first!

The alpha paused when he heard a faint noise… Just like last time. A wail… it.. sounded like it was coming from the same place and definitely from the same kid. Though it sounded more frantic and desperate than before. Had that kid been crying the whole time? That seemed a bit odd. It was clearly loud enough to hear… He wasn't sure why, but it was really really bothering him… Bothering him in a completely different way than he was used to. It dawned on Doflamingo that it wasn't annoyance or bloodthirst that he was feeling. It was strange to realize that the pitiful heart-wrenching sound wasn't exciting any of his sadistic tendencies in the least, not like it usually would. The hard-on that he had been sporting had even gone limp. Instead… he felt… sick.

Doflamingo needed to find that pup. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he would lose it if he didn't! He had to find the kid that was making that sound and make it stop! Stop, stop, stop! It needed him! What the hell was wrong with all of these bastards? Couldn't they hear it? How could they ignore those cries? How could even he, with the type of man he was feel… something… and everyone else just pretended they couldn't hear it?

Walking towards the noise quickly turned into a near jog as the towering blond came closer. Listening to those desperate cries just became more and more unbearable to ignore the louder it got! The sobs of what clearly was a suffering infant and for some reason, he just had to find it! He had to! Where was it? Where? Clearly, someone had to be doing something to it for it to be crying like that for so long! Doflamingo's instincts raged, demanding they find the pup and kill whomever made it suffer.

Eventually, the sound led him to the very beach that his villa overlooked. It was a bit farther away, a little secluded, but still lit well enough by the town's lights and the full moon to see decently. Still not so secluded that someone would have trouble finding the source of the crying if they even spent more than a few minutes looking. Doflamingo's lips twitched down and his brow scrunched as something small and dark came into sight. As he got closer, understanding knitted its way across his face. The wails were coming from a little crate on the shoreline that looked more than a bit beaten up.

The moment Doflamingo caught sight of what was inside, he had to hold a hand over his heart as it did a strange sputtery thing he couldn't remember ever feeling before. Laying within the crate was the tiniest baby the man had ever seen by far. Not that he had ever seen very many before, but he was definitely small even compared to standard infants, of that Doflamingo was certain.

The child was totally naked, wrinkled and still swollen faced, he was clearly a newborn. One with skin so disconcertingly purply that it was clearly visible even in the moonlight and it… he was soaked in at least an inch of water. Bluing lips trembling as he let out another desperate mew that had Doflamingo's chest doing that strange thing again. His instincts screaming at him to make him stop crying and to keep him safe.

Without thought, the spindly limbed man quickly crouched down and scooped the tiny thing up, quickly tucking him against his side. Relief bloomed in Doflamingo's chest at the action. The pup didn't completely quiet, but he wasn't desperately shrieking anymore either and that soothed something in the young alpha.

The infant was so small he fit easily in just one of Doflamingo's hands and he was incredibly cold. It was only sprinkling out and a comfortable temperature, but Doflamingo hissed at the icy cold feeling of the soaked pup's skin. The blond couldn't help but feel a bit worried. The kid's cries had become weaker and weaker while he was trying to find him. Clearly, he had held out longer than any normal infant, let alone a newborn that age should have been able to, but it had been a while since Doflamingo had first heard his cries. It had been more than a couple of hours since the sunglasses-wearing killer had first heard him. He had impressed Doflamingo, though, thoroughly, that he had such a strong will to live. It was so much like his own but in such a puny body.

Something spotted caught Doflamingo's eyes. A blood spotted yellow blanket was stuffed into the crate like an afterthought and the light from the buildings above made it possible to see what was stitched into it. The presumed name 'Luffy' could be seen embroidered in a lovely loopy calligraphy. Smooth and perfectly stitched in the prettiest way. A metallic sheen made it easy for the man to tell that the thread was genuine gold and was used to accent the dozens of red, blue, and orange flowers stitched around the edge. Pretty and perfectly delicate on what he knew to be finely woven fabric. Something someone with money would have had made. It wasn't a hand made blanket, certainly. He contemplated taking the soaked piece of fabric for a second, but something in him curled in offense at the thought. No, Luffy wouldn't be having any reminders. He was all that this child would know!

Doflamingo was quick to start back towards the villa, umbrella in one hand while the other stayed occupied as he kept trying to keep the child caterwauling and active. He had thought about just using his strings to get there faster, but he wasn't sure if he could safely hold the umbrella and the tiny, frail infant at the same time while launching himself across the beach at such breakneck speeds.

The strange almost debilitating anxiety over the minuscule brat had him muttering encouragements as the small gasping body was clearly losing steam. Something had clicked, melting him and fulfilling a warped need of owning when a hint of those squinting baby blues met Doffy's red lenses. This pathetic little thing was his and only his and he wouldn't allow it to leave him anytime soon! He was the only one that could possibly understand Doflamingo's past pains!

"Sweetness~, where did you come from, eh?" Doflamingo purred, as he used his strings to pull the pair up to the villa's deck, which overlooked the beach. Once safely inside, Doflamingo flicked on a light and tossed his feathered mantle across the same chair he had used days beforehand to dry it out. He would need to warm up the baby immediately if he wanted him to have much of a chance of living is what had been running through Doflamingo's mind since seeing the kid.

The blond was now more than happy that he had taken the time to look in every nook and cranny of the place, the days prior. Because he had done so, Doflamingo knew precisely where the fluffiest towels were located. He grabbed the stack from a cupboard near one of the hallway bathrooms and returned to the kitchen. After that, he laid Luffy on them as carefully as he could manage. Grinning, Doflamingo began testing the temperature of the sink's water. He hadn't really got the chance to look too closely at the pup before, nor get his scent too well. He just knew that he was a male because of his most obvious bits. To say he was shocked would have been an understatement once Doflamingo got a better look at him.

Something hot and feral rippled across his whole body at the sight. Doflamingo had trouble even seeing straight as anger like a hot brand constricted his chest and dark memories threatened to spill over as he took in the sight before him. Big blotchy bruises crisscrossed across the pup's body. Horrible dark ones that would last for weeks! A vein throbbed visibly on his forehead as Doflamingo's eyes latched onto a hand-shaped bruise spanning the entire chest of the pup and part of kid's face. Luffy couldn't have even been a week old and he looked like someone had beat the hell out of him! Someone that now belonged to him! Luffy was his-his new…. His? He-he wasn't sure what he was to him yet, but he was his and whoever had dared to harm him better have hoped they were dead!

As he took in the appearance of the whimpering infant, full head of black hair, wide round eyes, lovely soft features, then… other parts.. it clicked, all making perfect sense why he felt and was behaving the way he was towards the pup. He had found such a precious little treasure! A tiny, helpless omega. He had only met a few before, Omegan males, that is. Only heard of one Dominant O before outside of Mary Geoise where they always got sent to. They were a rare precious lot. Coveted by the Celestial dragons as divine mates and were worth more than even the life of a Dragon. Doffy wondered what had happened. It wasn't just anyone who produced this sort of omega… at least that is what he had been taught as a child. Though he wasn't really sure of Luffy's exact typing, he knew any dominant O male especially, was rare and coveted. And even stranger, Luffy was the nickname of one of the 20 kings that made up the original Celestial Dragons.

"Precious boy, you are just like me, aren't you? Were you betrayed by a pathetic bastard of a father to?" Doffy mused, "Don't worry, I'll kill him if he isn't already dead! I'll kill all of them! That's right, all of those traitorous pieces of fucking shit, yes, I will! Then you won't have a single thread connected to anyone but me, no you won't!~" Doflamingo croaned, to Luffy as he began filling up the sink with heated water. He tried not to allow himself to get too panicked over Luffy's weakened state and bluish body. He didn't want to accidentally hurt him by letting himself get too worked up.

Once satisfied, Doflamingo began to carefully submerge the kid, remembering somewhere that you were supposed to support babies' heads. It took nearly two hours before Doflamingo even felt safe enough to remove Luffy without the immediate chance of him dying from hypothermia. That didn't mean that he wasn't still wary.

Glancing at the nearby clock, the blond growled under his breath. 2:40 in the morning. Doflamingo had been entertained enough by all the flashy lights and good food not to play puppeteer with the locals. Now he ached to turn the whole town into a bloodied puppet show, but held on by the skin of his teeth. Only just because he didn't want to stress the pup into full out shock, like dominant O types, were known for being more prone to than other dynamics.

Luffy was still weak and a bit raspy once bathed and dried. Though he did look much better as his skin was significantly pinker and his eyes weren't so glazed looking. He was clearly exhausted to, as he dozed in and out of sleep. He was cuddled up into a big fluffy towel Doflamingo had put him in after vigorously rubbed him down with another. He was clearly hungry, though, being warmed up and ripped from death's door had the infant back to whimpering, but this time for food. Doflamingo didn't really blame him after who knew how long he had gone without eating… if he had ever even been fed before. Of course, it had to happen after Doflamingo sat them in front of the fire he had started before leaving to eat. He, himself, having trouble staying awake with his stomach still so full and it being so pleasantly warm. Even with the pup whining, this felt… nice, right even.

Once tears began to once again make an appearance the blond was on his feet, too distressing to wait a moment longer. Doflamingo had hoped that they could wait until morning to get the pup something to eat. Still, just the thought of the infant being hungry enough to cry had the alpha wanting to rip someone's throat out in pure offense. "Alright then, let's get you something to eat… Luffy.~" Doflamingo purred, almost hoping someone would get in the way so he could hear their screams of mercy. It was probably the best he could hope for as he was pretty sure he wasn't going to get to cum anytime soon.

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So yeah, here is the first chapter. I hope everyone enjoys. And yes, I know, 'what were you thinking letting Doflamingo raise a kid!' I can't wait until Luffy becomes the adorable little hellspawn that he is! He's keeping his normal personality just like everyone else. Doffy's to. He's just going to be softer in a warped way to Luffy.

I'll have the next chapter up in a couple of days! Probably Tuesday.

By the way if you like this and like My Hero Academia, Naruto, or Yuyu Hakusho look up my other stuff. I'm more than 20 chapters in to my main stories from these fandoms so you'll have quite a bit you can read.

Please review! I always get my best bits of inspiration from my reviewers for my stories and this is my first time writing for One Piece at all, so it would be nice to know if this chapter turned out alright! 😊