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“Go on then, climb down. It’s not even that far. If you fell you’d be a fucking loser. Pops wants brave sons.”
“I don’t think you should. The rocks—“
“Nobody asked you. Go on.”
“Why don’t you climb it then?”
“I already did it. Look. I showed you the bruises. I told pops I scaled the cliff and he was impressed.”
“I mean… if you really think it’ll make pops happy…”
—
“Hey, kid. What happened with Will?” An older brother pulled him aside.
“Practicing. It’s nothing. He says he’s fine.”
“I mean… it’s a pretty deep cut.”
“Well if we’re practicing he knows what might happen.”
“What might happen?”
“If you’re bad you get hurt.”
—
“Shit! Why did you push him?”
“He should’ve held on.”
“Oh god. What do we do?”
He shrugged. “He should’ve known that might happen. He’s weak anyway.”
—
“Did you see what happened, Crocodile?”
“Yeah. Will slipped climbing down the cliff and died.”
“Sammy says you nudged him.”
“I didn’t touch him. Sammy feels bad cause he dared him to climb down.”
—
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” he cried.
“These are serious injuries! You can’t just go around inflicting these kinds of wounds when you’re play fighting.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why did you think it was ok?”
“It was just a game.”
“Didn’t you realise your brothers were getting hurt?”
“They could’ve avoided it. It’s their fault, not mine. I can’t help being better than them! They’re weak compared to me. It’s obvious. Pops knows it.”
“Pops doesn’t want you hurting his sons.”
—
Crocodile was left behind on that island to bury Will. He didn’t have to bury the other boy, and by that point his corpse had begun to decompose, but Crocodile could climb down the cliffs to the rocky sand easily.
The sun was close to setting when he finished. The sea lapped at the brown sand, and where he stood by the rocks might be underwater soon.
“I feel bad for you,” Crocodile said to the small, fresh grave. “You would’ve survived if you were stronger and held on. But life’s not fair. It doesn’t give weak people chances, strong people get to do what they want if you can’t stand up to them. Nobody will remember you.”
Whitebeard had left him on the island. Perhaps he wanted him to think about something, but Crocodile already knew everything there was to know about the world. Whitebeard was a fool for thinking it worked differently.
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***imagine that was all italicised sorryyyy ao3 is shit for copy-pasting***
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“Next time you should come with me,” Crocodile said. She was waiting for her ship to be ready to sail. The Straw Hats were supposedly on an island a days journey away and the next island was even further. Crocodile couldn’t use her devil fruit, and she didn’t want to go alone.
“Why not this time?” Doflamingo asked.
“I think I should ask Luffy first.” Crocodile glanced into the bathroom. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Which way round is the front and back?”
“Maybe it doesn’t matter.”
Doflamingo was trying on skirts. She saw some white ones on Tandem Island and decided that was what she was going to wear from now on. Crocodile wondered when they would degrade into mismatching colourful nonsense, because Doflamingo usually wore interesting things like that.
“A long skirt won’t suit your coat,” Crocodile said.
“Why not?”
“You’ll look drowned. A long slim skirt might work.”
“Do you just want me to wear short ones?”
“Not too short. Unless it’s denim. Short pleated skirts are inconvenient for anything other than standing around indoors.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re too short. And light. And it’s windy.”
“So if I bend over you’d see everything?”
“Don’t bend over in any short skirt, Doffy.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you do, I’ll assume you’re fully aware of what you’re doing.” Crocodile touched her hip. “Do you like this one?” she asked. It was a long one again, plain white, with some fabric decoration.
Doflamingo looked closely at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Seems good.”
“Maybe you want to go more colourful.”
“I can dye them.”
“Can you?”
Doflamingo shrugged. “I’ll do it or I’ll make someone else do it. My mother used to wear long skirts. I never thought I looked like her, which was a shame. Rosi looked a lot like her. I thought if I could look like my mother I’d be happy. I don’t look like her but I was never anything like her anyway.”
“What was she like?”
“She was nice,” Doflamingo said. “She never did anything I didn’t like. I wanted to make her happy, even if I didn’t know how to do that. She’s the only one I miss.” Doflamingo frowned. “She was a perfect mother. It’s not fair that…” She gripped the edge of the sink.
Crocodile reached out her hand to slide down Doflamingo’s arm. “Don’t try to be her.”
“Well who do I be then? I’m not the same as I was before. I need some sort of… reference.”
“In my experience… that’s not what you need. I still have issues telling myself apart from my father. I try not to think about my mother.”
“But what’s bad about that?”
“I didn’t know who I was, for one thing. If you try to be your mother you’re going to feel lost.”
“Then I don’t wanna wear anything.”
Crocodile thought for a moment. “Is that for convenient sex or is it because you genuinely don’t know what to wear?”
“Mix of both? I like being around you with nothing on the most.”
“You can’t go out without clothes on.”
“I’d wear my coat.”
“That’s a little risky…”
“But I like this body and I just wanna wear it,” Doflamingo said.
“So wear things that show skin.”
“I could wear your underwear.”
Crocodile met her eye. “You do that when I’m away, don’t you?”
Doflamingo avoided her gaze. “I don’t know why you think you know that.”
Crocodile took a moment to put on her dark lipstick. “Give me yours,” she said.
“What? I’m wearing them.”
“So?”
Doflamingo, half concerned and half enthusiastically, got out of her underwear and gave them to Crocodile. They were white, mostly string, so hardly covered anything. She often let the sides arch over her hips. Crocodile kissed the crutch and Doflamingo whined a little.
“I’m gonna make such a mess of them.”
“Have fun,” Crocodile said, and gave them back with the kiss mark.
Doflamingo kissed her neck, squeezing her underwear in her fist. “You should touch me.”
Crocodile stoked her hand up her bare thigh. “Should I?” she said against her mouth.
“I think I should bend over for you in a short skirt.”
“Or you could just take that one off and we could get on with it.”
Doflamingo’s breath was hot and Crocodile’s fingers had reached where she was soft. She was so sensitive everywhere. Doflamingo matched her kiss and let herself be backed against the bathroom wall, hands all over Crocodile, trying to pull her closer or maybe deeper.
“Ah, I don’t like it standing up, Croc-y, it’s too much to think about.”
“Stop thinking?” Crocodile felt her with another finger.
“No, no,” she said, fisting the back of Crocodile’s shirt. “You put an idea in my head and I want that.”
Crocodile was deep inside now, with two fingers, and she enjoyed feeling Doflamingo squirm because the littlest touches took her completely apart. “What’s your idea?” Crocodile asked, kissing the mound of her nipple though her clothes.
Doflamingo groaned and let her head fall onto Crocodile’s shoulder. Crocodile heard her pant in time with her touches.
“Tell me,” Crocodile said.
“Hands and knees,” Doflamingo sighed.
“So you want me to stop this?”
“Mmh, no. Yes. Please.”
Crocodile paused. “Yes?” she asked softly.
“No and yes! Don’t stop anything. I need it.”
Crocodile slipped her fingers out and licked them. Doflamingo groaned as she watched her.
“Get on the bed then,” Crocodile said. She pulled her down and kissed her first. “You’re pretty when you’re all messed up,” she said.
“I’m gonna come,” Doflamingo moaned softly.
Crocodile wasn’t even touching her. She’d done it before though, gone over the edge from nothing. At least, it seemed like nothing, but heavy kissing, touching, whispering. She liked all of it and the most featherlight touches had her in pieces. Crocodile wanted to touch her everywhere. Kiss her everywhere. She was perfect like that and always and Crocodile didn’t fucking touch her enough because she felt self conscious about it and sex was an excuse to touch. Crocodile kissed her again and held her as flush against her as she could. There were a lot of things she wanted to try that she was sure Doflamingo would love.
Crocodile separated them. “I really want you on the bed, Doffy,” she murmured.
“You’re the one stalling.”
Crocodile let her hold her hook and follow her out the bathroom. Doflamingo climbed onto the bed and got on her elbows and knees immediately.
Crocodile lifted her skirt and kissed her.
“Ah, fuck!” she cried, shoving her face into the mattress. “Please do that,” she whined.
“Mm,” Crocodile agreed. This was nice to look at. She traced her finger over all the different places to keep Doflamingo waiting. She used her mouth again to taste her. “I wanted to try something,” Crocodile said, mouth against her inner thigh. “Is that ok?”
“Anything you want.”
“I’ve never done this before,” Crocodile said. “You might not like it. Honestly, I might not either.”
“Uh, you’re really not selling it babe.”
Doflamingo got up to help Crocodile take her clothes off. Crocodile decided she probably shouldn’t be clothed either, even though the skirt was kind of doing something for her. She kissed Doflamingo’s skin until her lipstick stopped leaving marks. She felt like she was making up for something. It wasn’t enough. She wasn’t giving enough. At least if they had sex it meant what she wanted to say, and said what she wanted to do.
“Are you ok?” Doflamingo’s hands cupped her cheeks. Crocodile closed her eyes.
“Mm,” she said. She just needed to make her feel good. Forget all of it.
She used something to make sure it wouldn’t hurt. It was a strap-on. It felt like a lot compared to touching. They never used anything else other than their own bodies.
Doflamingo buried her face in the bedsheets, fists bunching the blankets. Crocodile eased it slowly and gently. Every centimetre felt like an inch.
“We’re gonna do it the other way, ok?” Crocodile said breathlessly. The palm of her hand pressed into her lower back. “Is it alright?”
Doflamingo caught her breath when she pulled out. “Uh, a lot,” she said. She turned over so she was lying on her back. Her face was tight in a way that was a little uncertain. “I’m not…” she began, “I don’t feel like I’m… good at this.”
“That’s stupid,” Crocodile said immediately. She held Doflamingo’s hip.
Doflamingo frowned and met her kiss as she leaned over. “It’s hard to feel things and realise it’s me feeling them,” she said as her hands found Crocodile’s back. “I don’t know. It’s stupid. Forget it.”
“Sometimes I’m not really here unless it’s like this,” Crocodile said quietly. She kissed down her neck and parted her legs with her hook. Doflamingo moaned under her breath as she slid inside. It was easier like this. Closer, when their hips were flush against each other. Doflamingo didn’t even try to clamp her thighs around her, her legs were too weak, she just spread them and let her penetrate deeply inside.
“Fuck, there. Keep moving like that,” Doflamingo stammered. Her nails pressed into Crocodiles shoulders, and Crocodile sucked the skin under her neck, losing most sense of what she was doing other than the rhythmic movement that felt right and made her ache inside. It was actually a lot more sensation than she thought. Maybe it was just Doflamingo a mess underneath her.
“Doffy, I need you,” Crocodile said brokenly. “I need you so—”
She needed her so badly and it was safe to tell her now, like this, when she could barely speak or think and everything was hot and there was no space between them that hadn’t disappeared. God she was pathetic.
She didn’t think she would feel so much from this, but the pressure was good. Maybe it was a first time thing. Crocodile gasped into Doflamingo’s neck, and soon became aware of Doflamingo’s trembling hands in the back of her hair. She wanted to stay. Couldn’t they just stay like this?
She let Doflamingo lie on her afterwards. Slightly to the side because she was a little pregnant, though that didn’t stop Doflamingo from throwing a leg over her. She would definitely do that again if Doflamingo decided she liked it, and from the front, because it felt closer like that. But it was just sex. It couldn’t make up for the things she didn’t say.
Crocodile stroked Doflamingo’s spiky, sweaty hair. “Why don’t you ever say anything?” she asked.
“‘Bout what?”
“About me. What I’m like.” Crocodile pushed herself away. The other side of the bed was cold in that strange uninhabited way.
Doflamingo lifted her head. She looked in her eyes. “Because I love you, so it’s ok. You don’t need to say it back or even act it. I’ll take anything you give me. Anything.” Doflamingo reached out and touched her cheek.
Crocodile lifted her head. “You don’t care how I feel about you? Why the fuck would you say that?”
Doflamingo’s hand twitched back. “Baby it’s not like that,” she soothed. “I’m just saying don’t worry about it.”
“You’ll take anything?” Crocodile repeated. “You’d let me hurt you and not say anything?”
“Look, we don’t need to get into that.”
“You’re such a hypocrite! You cried because you’re afraid of hurting me but if it’s me then you don’t matter?”
Doflamingo was trying very hard to sidestep this conversation, but Crocodile wasn’t having it. “I’m trying to make it easier for you here, Croc-y.” Doflamingo gave a strained smile as she shifted onto the pillow. “What do you want me to do? You don’t like me needy. I could tell you exactly what I want and you won’t like it.”
“Apparently you don’t want shit from me so I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Crocodile seethed.
“Can we not argue after sex?”
“No.”
Doflamingo sighed.
“Why is it so hard to understand that I want to be better than that? Am I so bad that you can’t even imagine it?”
“But I’m just saying you can be however you want.”
“Would you hurt me, Doffy?”
“No.”
“Then why is ok if I hurt you?”
“Because it’s different,” Doflamingo said. “I’m happy however you treat me. If you hurt me I’ll always forgive you. That’s how it should be, right? That way you can stay and it’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want you not to care if I do,” Crocodile said. “Why is that so hard to understand? I don’t want to feel like you expect nothing from me. You’re saying I’m worthless. You don’t care if I love you or not. You should care about that.”
“I don’t walk to talk about this.”
“But you felt differently about it before,” Crocodile tried. “You were upset a few months ago when you thought I didn’t care.”
“Well that was a few months ago. I got over it.”
“Doffy I need you to not be like that,” Crocodile said.
“You fix it then.”
“It feels like I’m the only one trying.” Her jaw tightened.
Doflamingo shrugged. She looked at Crocodile uncertainly. “Don’t get annoyed at me… I’ll change, ok? I promise.”
Crocodile hesitated. “You need to think about this.”
“Think about what?”
“About what you want.”
“I told you already. I just want you,” Doflamingo said.
“Really?” Crocodile scoffed to hide the rising emotion in her voice. “You’re ignoring everything I said. If treating you right is too much for me I’m not fucking cut out for anything, I guess.” Crocodile got out of bed and picked up her clothes. “God I want to smoke. Do you realise how frustrating this is? And you’re saying I shouldn’t give a fuck?” She glared at Doflamingo and then tugged at the buttons on her shirt. “I have nothing to give and I’m suppose to have a baby? I can’t. I’m actually going to fucking kill myself.”
“Why are you saying that?” Doflamingo cried. “Don’t fucking say that. What am I supposed to do?” She held her head in her hands and tightened her knees to her chest. “Why would you say you need me and then say that? It’s all my fault, isn’t it? You were happier without me.”
Crocodile sat back on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean that,” she said.
Doflamingo held her tightly around the shoulders. “I wanna make you happy,”
she sobbed. “I don’t want you to leave ‘cause I’m too needy.”
“It’s not needy,” Crocodile said. According to Mihawk, their relationship was built on some sort of fucked up mutual obsession that somehow grew into love - to whatever extent either of them were capable of it.
“Don’t get upset,” Doflamingo whispered.
“I am upset,” Crocodile said. She frowned. “Doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you.”
“I just don’t want to push you away.” Doflamingo’s hands pressed into her skin. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be sad.”
—
Luffy beamed like the sun every damn time she saw him. “Mama! I missed you. I made a meat meat pie of just meat. You should try it before I eat it all.”
Crocodile could almost forget the weight in her chest. Almost. Fuck. Why couldn’t she? She could just see Luffy and let it all wash away. Why not? Why did she have to carry it around everywhere? She wasn’t making anything easier for herself.
“This is a weird pie,” Crocodile said. She wasn’t sure she wanted to try it.
“I know but I only had a few hours while Sanji is gone to make it and it kept disappearing along the way.”
“I wonder where it went.” She watched Luffy at the table, eating the half-finished meat meat pie.
She should probably tell him and get it over with. Things couldn’t exactly get much worse. But why the hell was she thinking that?
“Luffy,” she said. “I’m pregnant again.”
“Seriously?” he exclaimed. “How did it happen?”
“Well, when two people—”
“I know that,” Luffy scoffed. “I mean how? Like how?” He was practically falling off his chair from leaning over. Both of his hands were on her knees.
“I don’t know. I didn’t really think it over.”
“It’s because you realised it’s great to have kids and be their mama, right?”
Crocodile tore her gaze away.
“I didn’t mean you didn’t always know that,” Luffy said. “But it’s great, right? If you’re happy it’s great!”
“I should have been a better mother to you. I want you to know… I’m not trying to forget by having a new baby.”
Luffy thought for a moment. “Why do you keep saying you were bad?” he asked.
“Don’t tell me it was good. People keep telling me that my worst is good enough as if I’d never be capable of anything better.” Except Mihawk, who seemed to be her second worst critic (the worst was herself) along with her emotional support thing. Friend. They were probably friends.
“But I know you’re sad about it. I’m sad about it too. I missed you and I wish you stayed because I was alone. I’m saying you’re a good mama because you wanted to be and you can be. I know you weren’t. I’m not stupid.”
Crocodile almost couldn’t get the words out. “Why do you still believe I can after everything?”
“Because I know people who thought they were better off gone, and they’re not! It’s dumb to think people can’t be happy. When I’m King of the Pirates… I want…” Then Luffy told her his dream.
“I can’t believe I birthed you,” Crocodile said, struck by it.
“Believe it!”
Crocodile left the Straw Hats and wished she could have stayed longer, but next time she would be back with Doflamingo at least, and then there was something important she needed to discuss with all of them to do with the baby.
What Doflamingo said got her thinking. As much as she was trying to be a better person for the people she cared about, sometimes it was hard to give everything she wanted to give, because she doubted she was capable of loving them, or doubted that they felt the same way about her. She left Luffy because she didn’t believe she would have been a good mother, she thought he was better off without her, but she was wrong, sort of. Undoubtably, if she’d stayed with Luffy, she wouldn’t have been perfect, and she’d have given him a lot of issues. It was a lose lose situation either way. Until she could give what she wanted to give, she needed to make sure there was something to fall back on. She just wasn’t sure what Doflamingo would think about it.
—
“It’s ‘cause you think I’m gonna kill it, don’t you?” Doflamingo was crying in the bathroom. Crocodile sat on the other side of the locked door, trying to sooth her aching migraine. This had gone about as well as she expected. No, it had gone exactly as she expected. She was terrified she couldn’t communicate to Doflamingo why she made the decision she made, but she would try.
“Doffy, it’s not because of you,” she said. “I’m not worried about you.”
“I’m gonna hurt it and you know it,” she sobbed through the bathroom door.
“Why would you?” Crocodile said through the gap in the locked door. “There’s no reason—”
“I’ve killed every single family member I’ve ever had!”
“Your mother doesn’t count, but the rest of them were because you wanted to. I’ve killed people I wanted to kill before. But you’re not going to hurt someone you don’t want to hurt, I mean, physically, emotionally is harder but that’s more what I’m getting at with this decision.”
“I’m the worst emotionally,” Doflamingo cried. “I’ve made other people kill themselves.”
“But, well, that’s because you wanted to. Which is completely different.”
“I’m gonna lose it one day and do something bad.”
“That’s not how it works. And it wasn’t like that with the Don Quixote family. You didn’t lose control of yourself, you did something that had been building up for a long time because they were all bastards.”
“I know I wanted to do it, but I’m always worried I’ll...” The rest of the sentence was incoherent sobbing.
“Doffy, if it’s something you don’t want to do so badly you’re having an hour long panic attack in the bathroom I’m not sure the fear is justified…”
The door lock clicked and Crocodile looked up at Doflamingo’s tear-stained face. She rubbed the redness under her glasses on the right side, and then pretty much collapsed on top of her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “After all the shit I’ve done I know the only thing I’m good for is gaslighting and murdering people.”
Crocodile sighed and held the arm which was wrapped around her chest. “Doffy, that’s exactly why I get it.”
“I killed my family before.”
“Yeah and I tried to raise a kid before.”
“I need you here all the time or I feel like shit. The only time I’m actually happy and feel like everything’s gonna be ok is if you’re here and I’ve got my arms around you.” Doflamingo nuzzled into her shoulder.
Crocodile sighed. “Do you feel your heart beating slower?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, when you get anxious, your heart beats faster, and you think about things you’re afraid of. If being with me calms you down that’s why you feel better.”
“Do you get that too?”
“I’m getting there,” Crocodile said. “I had twelve panic attacks holding Luffy once, so it doesn’t always help.”
“Didn’t you wanna leave?”
“I was panicking about leaving him. There wasn’t really any way out of that one.”
“I’m sorry I need you too much, you’re gonna get annoyed at me,” Doflamingo murmured into her neck.
Crocodile rested her head against her. “I’m glad you need me. I’m not annoyed at you. I would tell you if I was.”
“I thought it was all because of me.”
“It’s because of both of us. Things aren’t always going to be perfect for us, that’s why I want to maybe… give the baby to Luffy sometimes.”
“Ok,” Doflamingo said. She kissed her on the neck. “Do you wanna go out for dinner?”
Crocodile glanced at her. Hopefully Doflamingo had somewhat considered everything she said and wasn’t just shutting it out with a distraction. “It’s nearly ten.”
“Come on I’ll take you out.” Doflamingo stood and pulled her up as well. “You’re gonna get heavy, right? Will it be sore?”
“Hopefully I won’t be as heavy as you.”
“Croc-y I hate to tell you this but we might weigh the same.”
“You’re a head taller than me. Plus, muscle weighs more.”
“You are muscly.”
“Well you can’t see it.”
Doflamingo squeezed her hips and frowned. “Do you think I’m a weird shape?”
Crocodile put her hand on Doflamingo’s waist. “I think you’re tall.”
“What if the baby thinks I’m uncomfortable? You said me lying on you was like a sack of bricks.”
“That makes me a sandbag. Plus, you won’t be lying on a baby.” Crocodile went to get her coat.
Doflamingo followed her, slightly droopily, to the door. “Yeah but you’re comfy and I’m just kind of pointy and hard.”
“You’re not uncomfortable to be on top of,” Crocodile said.
“Ok if you say so…”
—
Dinner was nice. It was quiet. Crocodile wasn’t expecting to feel so content after everything that had happened emotionally the past few weeks, but she was able to not panic about the past or the future for a little while.
Until Doflamingo decided to ask, “So, how many babies do you want? Like, as a rough estimate.”
Crocodile set down her fork. She had several questions. “Hypothetically,” she said. Right.
“Just gimme an answer.” Doflamingo waved her fork.
She shot her a look of slight annoyance. “I’m not sure.”
Doflamingo put up her fingers. “Single digits or double digits?”
Double digits? “How would this work, hypothetically?” Crocodile questioned.
“I’m waiting for an answer.”
“Fine… maybe three or four. I don’t know! It’s stupid.” She blushed. “What’s the point in even—”
“Don’t worry babe, I’m figuring it all out,” Doflamingo said. “If it doesn’t work to get you to have the babies I could have a few. And if it doesn’t work for either of us to switch certain parts up to make that happen I know a few guys.”
“I hope none of them are Buggy.”
“Fufufu, no way. Think of the deformities.”
“A mother loved him.”
“Yeah I’d kill anyone who bullied my ugly kid, except they wouldn’t be ugly in my eyes,” Doflamingo said. “Anyway, Buggy’s off the list I don’t want any of that mixing with any of this.”
Crocodile wanted to disperse into said. This was so awkward. God she hoped no one ever knew this conversation took place. “Who exactly is on the hypothetical list?” She cringed.
“No one cause I want them to be our babies and I wanna make them, but, hypothetically, Red Hair is already the dad to one of your kids, so...”
“Shanks isn’t a terrible option but I’ve met the guy once and he’s literally married to Mihawk.”
“Mihawk could—”
“No no no,” Crocodile buried her face in her hand. “I know him to well, that’s horrific.”
“We wouldn’t necessarily have to actually get in bed with them,” Doflamingo said. “You can like, collect it and then stick it up in there.” She made a horrific hand gesture. “Unless you’re into it I dunno.” She looked down at her plate of chicken.
“I’m not,” Crocodile said. “No.”
“Yeah I get you.”
“I mean I’m just not into…”
“Orgies?”
Crocodile was silent for a long moment. “Sorry I nearly threw up. Can we change the subject?”
“Sure. Ok.” Doflamingo picked up a small piece of bread. “But I wanna have a baby. What’s it like? I wanna try it. That’d be fun, right?”
Crocodile was too concerned to eat. Doflamingo was serious and there were several issues. “I think you should consider, Doffy, you have a worse issue than me in terms of keeping a pregnancy… I can’t use my devil fruit, and you can’t use haki. In all honesty, we’re in a terrible position right now, safety wise. Also don’t just get pregnant for fun. You have to actually want the end result.”
“I’m ok with the end result. Can’t hurt more than losing an eye.”
“I mean the baby, Doffy. Not childbirth.”
“Why’s it matter? I’m fine having a kid. I just need to look after it and feed it and stuff. It’s easy since the food comes out your boobs I guess.”
“Why don’t we shelf this for now?” Crocodile suggested.
“Ok. I still want it though.”
“Let’s just… see how this one goes first.”