A persistent shoulder jab slowly drags you from your slumber, an irritable groan escaping your throat as your eyes struggle to open. A blurry child greeting you. 

"[F/n]?" Law's voice quietly murmuring as he shakes your shoulder, your sights adjusting to him a little. "Wake up, I need you..." Your eyes essentially snap wide open at his words, your body instinctively sitting up straight. 

This boy just said he needed you? Then you're sure as hell gonna be there for him.

"What is it, L--" Your question being answered when you hear Doflamingo's laugh echoing throughout the house, your eyes rolling languidly at the mere thought of him. "What the hell does he want?"

"It's required that he checks up on the kids that have been adopted to make sure they're in capable hands." Law grumbles, his eyes shifting to the bedroom door as he takes off his pajama shirt, reaching for a Christmassy sweater that Rosinante had bought him yesterday. Your eyes skimming the scars on his back once again.

How could anyone do that to a child?

Forcing the brightest smile you could possibly muster that early in the morning, you help the boy change into his clothes. "Let's get through this visit then we'll...play Operation." A giggle leaves your lips at the slightly confused expression appearing on Law's face at your words. "It's a board game where you have to pick bones and stuff out of a fake body but if you touch the edges, it buzzes and then you gotta give the tweezers to the next person~" 

I forgot Rosinante had that game, it's perfect for little Law!

"Does the body die if you take too long?" The question itself being rather innocent but the sadistic smirk on Law's face being the complete opposite. A deflated sigh leaving your lips as you place his hat upon his head.

Boy, you're a dark one.

"You could say that. I think it's hinted that the man dies when the buzzer goes off." Your answer has Law's small fingers entwining with yours as he tugs you out of the room eagerly, his distaste for Doflamingo seeming to have little affect on him as he pulls you down the stairs with him.

"If that's so, I'm in!"

"Ah, speaking of the dynamic duo~ Fufufu~!" Doflamingo's voice being the first to reach your ears, his grin plastered widely across his face. The man gazing down at you and Law through his shades as you enter the living room. "Nice pajamas, [F/n]. They really show off your...assets." Your stomach turns at the comment, Rosinante's amber eyes sending daggers at the older blonde. Wisely taking your seat beside Rosi on the couch, you pull Law up into your lap. Protectively cuddling the boy as your resting bitch face sets on Doflamingo.

"Have you been good, Law~?"

"Yes." You answer the question before Law has a chance to so much as blink, the boy just nodding his head silently. "He's been sleeping a lot better since we've had him too." Your voice sounding like icicles scraping together as your glare intensifies on the man. You didn't much appreciate how he hunched over to look at you, it was like he was empathizing that you're small compared to him. And God, that pissed you off.

"It's nice to know you like the sound of your voice as much as I do, [F/n]~" Doflamingo purrs, Rosinante's hand reaching over and ruffling Law's hair, knocking the boy's hat off and managing to touch your breast in the process. 

Seriously, Rosi? Two mistakes in less than 10 seconds? New record.

Seems Rosinante doesn't even notice, whereas Doflamingo frowns at the sight and your cheeks begin to heat up. The younger blonde's amber eyes filling with irritation as they stare at his brother. "I'll just check the basics then I'll be leaving." Doffy murmurs, his voice laced with venom as he stands from his chair, scooting closer to Law.

Your hold instinctively tightening around Law as the tall male approaches him, checking his health, but smartly avoiding his back. Perhaps because Rosinante will kick his ass if he knew what sort of treatment this boy got at the orphanage.

"He looks well." Doflamingo mumbles with a smirk spreading across his lips, as he scribbles down Law's temperature. "I honestly hate having to take these measures," The blonde continues, sarcasm coating his words, you could feel his gaze on you behind his shades. "But it's just business." He finishes with a wide grin as Rosinante leads him to the front door.

God, I hate that guy with a burning passion.

"You only have to check him over again next week and then you're done, right?" You hear Rosinante's quiet voice ask, the front door unfortunately closing so you couldn't hear the response. Your eyes drifting down to Law.

"Why do they feel the need to speak outside?" You grumble, cuddling the boy in your arms. A small smile gracing his lips as he accepts your affections. "I just wanna eavesdrop~" You chuckle playfully.

A snicker from Law reaching your ears as he gazes up at you. Did he just laugh at my joke?! "Roisnante gets mad when his brother flirts with you." The boy darkly murmurs, his sweet smile slowly turning into a sadistic smirk. Of course. Because laughing at my joke would be too kind for this little shit. "It's pretty amusing. Are we gonna play Operation now?"

"We'll wait for Rosi to come in then we can all play, alright?" 

This boy is lucky he's a cutie.

When Rosinante comes tumbling back into the room, courtesy of tripping over his own feet, you send the poor man to fetch the board game that Law so eagerly wished to play. Once he had found it, all three of you gather around the coffee table and begin to play.

Law shocking you by being extremely gentle, despite his slightly sadistic side. The only time he hit the buzzer was when Rosinante sneezed and made the fully-focused boy jump. You had hit the buzzer a few times but you certainly weren't terrible. 

Rosinante, however...The man just couldn't catch a break. His hand constantly trembling and hitting the buzzer during his every single turn. You admired his temper-control though. You would be throwing tantrums over it but Rosinante just smiles it off as he hands the tweezers to you.

As expected, the surgeon at heart; Law won. The boy deciding to watch a gory movie after his victory. Which had both you and Rosinante leaving the room. Rosinante, because he wanted a cigarette. And you, because you got to a part where a woman's eye got ripped from her skull and you couldn't even bare the thought.

"Looks like Law's permanently mine~" Rosinante chimes from behind you as he closes the kitchen door, a huge grin spreading across his adorable face. "Doffy had to sell the orphanage to a man named Sengoku. People kept giving the children back so he decided to sell up and use that money to open a brothel out of town, rather than turning the orphanage into one~"

"Sengoku?" You ask, knowing that you had heard that name before. Rosinante nodding his head as he leans against the kitchen counter, pulling a cigarette from his pack. 

"Sengoku is a good man. He was the one who took me in temporarily back in high school. Remember when my parents died? It was before Doffy had me move in with him." 

"Yeah, I remember." You smile at the fond memory of the man, he saved Rosinante's soul that year. The poor boy seeing his parents both die as a young child. You were slightly upset when you found out Rosinante moved in with Doffy, you noticed he was more quiet and not his usual cheerful self in that time period. Thankfully, it wasn't a permanent change.

"Well, Sengoku has confirmed me as Law's guardian~" Rosinante continues, a grin etched into his features as he scoops you up in a hug. "We don't have to go through another check-up next week either~ He's my boy now~!!" The blonde chimes, his voice quickly falling quiet as his face lights up a bright red, his arms slowly lowering you to the ground. "S-Sorry, I got excited." 

You were too happy to even think about the contact, a wide smile plastered to your face as you wrap your arms around Rosinante's torso, giving him a tight hug. "He'll be so happy to hear that, Rosi! You're an amazing father~!"

The blonde's hand makes it's way under your chin, lifting your head up slightly to look at him as his hot breath fans your face. "Listen, I g--What the fuck is that?!" his voice snaps, eyes gazing straight past you and toward the shirtless Law. 

The boy was in mid-reach of a kitchen towel that hung on one of the bar stools, his back only slightly exposed. But there was enough on display to see what hell he'd been through. The blonde releasing you as he makes his way over to the boy. 

"I...spilled my juice on the Christmas jumper..." Law sheepishly mumbles, his eyes avoiding Rosinante's gaze as he nervously shifts in his spot. Rosi's hand grabbing the young boy's arm and turning him around briskly, causing the boy to flinch.

"Rosi, you're scaring him!"

You could hear Rosinante's breath get trapped in his throat at the mere sight of the child's back, his body beginning to tense. 

"Wh-What the fuck happened to you?! Who did that?!"

Well, this is going to get ugly.