Chapter 10
Doflamingo and his Friends were playing with the kids in the Play room of Sonny D’s. Daycare, well, Doflamingo more than the others, he’d always loved kids, and his friends, well, they tolerated it for his sake. Trebol had just finished tying a knot around a toy boat, making it look like a tiny pirate ship. "Arr matey!" he said, holding it up with a toothy grin to a giggling Luffy. Diamante was playing dress-up with Nami, who looked like a tiny fashionista with her Orange hair in bows, and Pica was awkwardly trying to assemble a tower of blocks with the hyperactive Ace and Sabo, who kept knocking it down. Vergo, ever the skeptic, was reading a book in the corner, looking utterly bored with the whole ordeal.
Doflamingo distantly heard the sound of the front door of the daycare opening, The bell above the door letting out a little chime, soon followed by a voice that would make a nun’s knees go weak, soak her panties in an instance, and beg to sin right in the middle of the church aisle. “Ah, Miss Di'Ja, I see you’re looking as gorgeous as ever.”
Di'Ja, the owner of the daycare, rolled her eyes. "Crocodile, always the charmer," she said, trying to hide her smile. "You’re here to pick up Luffy, Ace, and Sabo?"
“Why, of course, sweetheart.” Crocodile said, leaning against the calendar that separated the playroom and the lobby of the daycare. He has a long-stitched scar at the bridge of his nose that stretches across his face and Bionic hand shaped like a large hook that looks like it made from a tough gold alloy in place of his left hand. He was dressed in a silk black button up, a emerald green male corset with darker shiny designs to look like crocodile scales, flared black dress pants, heeled black crocodile skin dress shoes. He had a black tie on that looked like it was made out of real black alligator skin. A shit ton of jewelry, Gold, silver, Diamond, and jeweled rings, bracelets, necklaces, every goddamn piercing you could get in your ears, and to finish the look he had on a open long fur coat that made him look like a sultry devil that could melt your panties off with a single look. He had shoulder length jet black hair that shines purple in the sun, tan skin, and purple eyes that could make anyone fall for him at first glance.
Doflamingo couldn't help but stare. He felt something warm and uncomfortable stir in his stomach, and his heart skipped a beat. He had never felt this way before, not even when he saw the hottest celebrity on the cover of a magazine. No, Crocodile was something else entirely. He was a living, breathing, smoldering god that had just stepped into the most mundane place Doflamingo had ever been to. The room seemed to brighten just by his presence, and all the kids stopped their playing to look at him.
“Hey Mr. crocodile!” Both Nami and Nojiko shouted, Nami jumping down from the chair she had climbed onto to play dress-up with Diamante. And Nojiko dropping the book she was reading to ran over to him, Nami orange hair and Nojiko’s light blue hair fluttering behind them. Crocodile looked down at them with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. He scooped them up and swung them around, making them giggle.
“Nami, Nojiko my Little tangerines, tell me, how’s your mommy doing nowadays?” Crocodile asked, setting them down gently. His deep, relaxed voice resonated through the playroom, sending a peculiar shiver down Doflamingo's spine. Nami beamed up at him. “Mommy’s okay, she says thanks for the new fridge, Mr. Crocodile!”
Diamante and Trebol exchanged puzzled glances, while Pica and Vergo remained unfazed. Crocodile chuckled, his laugh a low, velvety rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the daycare. “Good, good. Make sure she keeps that fridge stocked with plenty of goodies for my favorite little angels, yeah?” He winked at Nami, who nodded vigorously.
Doflamingo felt his cheeks heat up as he stared at the interaction. He couldn't take his eyes off Crocodile's bionic hand, the way it moved with such grace and power. The kids swarmed around him, eager for his attention, and he gave it freely, ruffling their hair and making them laugh with his deep, infectious chuckles.
As Crocodile picked up Luffy, Ace, and Sabo, one by one, Doflamingo noticed the way his muscles flexed beneath the silk of his shirt. The way his scar stood out starkly against his tan skin, the gold of his rings glinting in the artificial light. He was a stark contrast to the pastel-colored playroom, and yet, he somehow fit perfectly. The children clung to him, obviously adoring him, and Doflamingo couldn't blame them.
"Alright, my little gators," Crocodile said, his voice a smooth purr that seemed to resonate through Doflamingo's very soul, "time to go home and tell Daddy all about your fun day." He ruffled Luffy, Sabo, and Ace’s hair, and they giggled, squirming in his arms.
Doflamingo felt his knees go a bit wobbly as he watched Crocodile, his heart racing faster than it ever had when he was playing tag with the kids of the daycare. He hadn’t noticed his friends had stopped playing and were all staring at Crocodile, their eyes wide. Even Vergo had put his book down, his mouth slightly agape.
Crocodile looked over at Doflamingo, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he could see the turmoil going on inside the young man’s head. Their eyes met and Doflamingo felt a jolt of electricity run through him, his cheeks growing hotter than a summer day. Crocodile’s purple eyes sparkled with amusement as he winked at him. Doflamingo’s mind went completely blank for a second, and he was pretty sure he was staring like a lovestruck teenager.
Crocodile chuckled, signing the pick-up sheet with a flourish that made the pen seem like a mere extension of his bionic hook. Before smiling at Di'Ja.
And Lord, please take the wheel again because oh my dear motherfucking God! That fucking small! That smile would make a Nun want to sin! Your knees wobble and give out underneath you! It was one of those just scrumdiddlyumptious fucking smiles! Those smiles are tired DILF(Daddy I'd Like to Fuck) would give you when the DILF knows he looks fucking good! The type of smiles that are so mushy gushy and oh so Lord have mercy Jesus take the wheel so we don’t crash fucking hot! The type of smiles that just make you want to throw your underwear at them!
Doflamingo felt his throat go dry as he let out a squeak of surprise that sounded suspiciously like a mouse getting stepped on. and he realized he was blushing furiously, which only served to make him blush even more. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He was a tough, no-nonsense kind of guy, and here he was, a puddle of goo in the presence of this... this... this fucking god of a man!
“We’ll see you tomorrow morning, Miss Di’Ja.” Crocodile said, turning to leave, his broad frame filling the doorway like a dark, mysterious painting, Ace, Sabo, and Luffy running around him and following him closely behind.
Doflamingo couldn’t resist the urge to follow him with his gaze, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum at a rock concert. As Crocodile disappeared from view, He blinked and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
And finally Doflamingo looked up just to see Law and his three Friends Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo standing in front of him. And law had a look that could only be described as discussed and disbelief painted on his features.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Doflamingo snapped at his little brother, his voice a little too high-pitched for his own liking.
Law, with his black hair and sharp, intelligent eyes, couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his older brother turned into a blushing mess. “What? You’re the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off Mr. Mobster Daddy over there!” he teased. Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo giggled in agreement.
Doflamingo spluttered. “You’re like eight, where on earth did you learn about mobsters and daddy issues?” He tried to play it cool, but his voice was still laced with a hint of embarrassment.
Law shrugged, his smirk growing wider. “I read a lot, you know that.”
Doflamingo huffed, trying to ignore the knowing glances from his friends. He turned his attention back to the kids, who had all resumed their playing, seemingly unfazed by the sudden appearance of the heartthrob dad.
"So, who wants to play tag?" Doflamingo asked, his voice slightly shakier than usual. He needed to distract himself from the tornado of emotions swirling inside him.
The children cheered, and the game of tag began. Doflamingo tried to keep his focus on the giggling kids, but his eyes kept wandering to the door where Crocodile had disappeared, as if he could will him to reappear with the sheer power of his thoughts.
"Earth to Doflamingo!" Trebol called out, tossing him a small rubber ball. "You're it!"
Doflamingo barely caught the ball, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Crocodile. He forced a smile and nodded, joining in the game of tag with a little more enthusiasm than he felt. The children squealed and ran, their laughter echoing through the daycare.
As the game went on, Doflamingo found himself tagging Law a bit more often than the others. Law’s smug expression grew with each touch, as if he enjoyed watching his brother squirm. Doflamingo’s thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and fascination. Crocodile was unlike anyone he had ever met – confident, charismatic, and dangerously attractive. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just been hit by Cupid’s arrow, smack in the ass.