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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Fifty-five:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

The first day he was gone, (Y/N) woke up feeling rather giddy and excited. She finally had some freedom. Her and Karma laid in bed together for hours. Longer than Doflamingo would have allowed her to. This was the first time she had slept in in a long time. With no one to disturb her she could finally do as she pleased.

Day one was easy. She made it easy. She wore what she wanted. Did what she wanted. Hell, she didn’t even brush her hair. No one was here to gawk and make her feel like she had to be presentable. So, instead she just lounged around in bed, reading in one of the silk robes he gifted to her. Fruity drink in hand and joint in the other. (Y/N) even made sure to bundle up and go make snow angels out in the garden.

She gorged herself on food as well, calling up for room service every couple of hours for something sweet. That evening she gave herself a relaxing shower, followed up by a nice long bath. She treated herself like she was on a romantic date. She turned off the lights, lined the tub with candles, filled the tub with scented herbs and rose petals.

She played some of his old records and danced around with the cat. Feeling relaxed and free at last. (Y/N) felt as though she could finally let some of the tension fall from his shoulders now that he wasn’t practically breathing down her neck, lurking around every corner. Yet she knew someone was always watching. She could feel it every time she wandered the palace. It was like there were eyes in the walls.

Day two was for getting down to business. Day one was just to play with her newfound freedom. She needed to make some allies. (Y/N) made sure to wake up early enough for breakfast so she’d have an excuse to run into some of the women in the house. Her hair was done, light makeup on. She dressed in something that made her seem approachable.

Doflamingo and Diamanté’s seats were empty at the table, leaving breakfast rather dull and quiet. There was idle chatter amongst everyone but her and glares from Trebol and Sugar. (Y/N) sat in her usual spot, trying to avoid the eyes of the unwanted and grab the attention of Viola or Baby 5. So far it wasn’t working as they were avoiding her eye. The two of them both had the same thought.

That she knew they were assigned to watch over her. Of course she didn’t ‘know’ but she knew. She knew someone was watching her. She could feel it. As soon as breakfast ended, (Y/N) hurriedly finished her coffee and practically chased the two women from the dining hall.

“Hey!” She called out after them, getting some odd stares from the family. “Viola, Baby!”

The two women turned to look back, clearly surprised as they looked between one another. As she caught up with the two she gave them a small smile and they returned it.

“Is something the matter, (Y/N)?” Viola asked, tilting her head.

“Oh, no. I was just wondering what you guys were up to today, maybe we could… I don’t know, hang out or something…?” She murmured timidly, twirling a strand of her hair.

The two women looked completely taken aback. Glancing at one another anxiously. It was as if they wanted to say no but feared to.

“Oh um—“ Viola started, looking at Baby for help. “I can’t, I have something I have to take care of today, request of the Young Master.”

“I’m not busy.” Baby 5 said rather enthusiastically, even though she seemed hesitant moments ago.

“Great.” (Y/N) smiled up at her, trying to seem grateful. “What is there to do in Dressrosa? I have to admit, he hasn’t taken me out on the town much.”

Baby seemed to light up at an idea. She clapped her hands together, bouncing excitedly.

“Oh, oh! I know! We can go shopping!” She squealed.

“That’s a great idea!” Viola said happily, walking away. “Well I have to get going but you two have fun today, and stay out of trouble!”

“What do you say, (Y/N)?” Baby asked.

“I don’t have any money, but I’d love to go with you anyways!” She replied.

“That’s okay, the Young Master left me with some money in case you needed something.” Baby explained.

The beautiful city was covered in a sheet of snow, yet no flurries fell from the clear skies. The two women trudged through the streets in their winter boots. The shops were all very welcoming of the Donquixote family. The civilians worshipped them. Even the strange toys that roamed. (Y/N) found it bizarre how the shop workers insisted on carrying their things and offering them things for free.

Her favorite shop, where she spent a chunk of her money, was a cute little perfume shop. They had all kinds of soaps, lotions, and body sprays. And of course Baby encouraged her to try on some new outfits for the ‘Young Master’. (Y/N) of course obliged. She did love to shop.

Once the two finished up with their shopping spree, the two went out for lunch. (Y/N) didn’t talk much during that time. She just munched away on her food and listened to Baby ramble on about how Doflamingo was a cruel and unforgiving man. Mainly due to the fact that before he departed he had killed another one of her fiancés that showed up at the door with flowers and a ring.

“That’s fifteen!” She bemoaned, mouth full of food. “He just doesn’t want to see me happy!”

“Maybe he doesn’t think they’re good enough.” (Y/N) recommended.

“That’s exactly what he said!” Baby exclaimed loud enough to turn heads.

(Y/N) just chuckled in return. The women returned to the palace after their lunch. The two said their goodbyes and (Y/N) went up to her room, where all of her new belongings were in bags on the floor beside the bed. Karma of course was already rooting through each one.

She pulled the cat out of the bags and began to rifle through them. Occasionally she would smell a lotion or hold up a dress to herself in the mirror. She couldn’t lie, part of her couldn’t wait for Doflamingo to get home so she could show him all of the new things she bought. Part of her even missed him.

The thought of being alone in the palace with the rest of the family with no one to protect her made her unreasonably nervous. It’s not like they’d do anything, and she knew that but she couldn’t help but wish they all would go away so she could have the whole house to herself. On that second night, she was sprawled out and naked in bed. Why? Because she could. No one was there to poke and prod with a grin. To leer and touch her while she slept.

Day three was just as easy as the first two. That was the day she decided to embark on her training journey. (Y/N) spent the whole day locked away in the room, exercising. She was completely out of shape. She didn’t realize how out of shape she truly was until she started trying to do sit-ups and couldn’t manage one without something heavy holding down her feet.

She did squats until she couldn’t get back up. Ran in place until her lungs burned. Did pushups until her arms gave out. And she even went as far as using the cat to hold her feet down while she did sit-ups. Not that it really worked. Mainly because Karma wouldn’t stay still long enough.

The shower afterwards was so rewarding. However, it was nowhere near as rewarding as the chocolate cake she devoured afterwards. She was utterly exhausted and aching but she knew tomorrow would be no different. Everyday from there on out would be hard work. Out of the watchful eye of Doflamingo of course. There’s no way he’d willingly allow her to get stronger.

On day four, she was sore. So sore in fact she needed a break. That was the day she decided to lay in bed. That was until a knock came at the door. When she trudged out of bed to answer the door, it was Viola.

“Hey, what’s up?” (Y/N) answered groggily.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you but I just got back from a mission and wanted to take you up on your offer from yesterday.” Viola said.

“Yeah, for sure. I’d love to.” (Y/N) replied, leaning against the door.

Day four was even colder than day two. She bundled up even more when she went out with Viola. Her face was wrapped up in a scarf, covering her mouth and chin completely. Her coat was thick and puffy and her leggings were thick. Viola led her out of the palace and into town, just as Baby 5 had done.

Today was practically a blizzard. There was hardly anyone out on the streets, some shops were even closed early. (Y/N) wondered why Viola had even wanted to venture out into the storm.

“Dressrosa has always been so beautiful this time of year, don’t you think?” Viola said fondly.

(Y/N) walked silently beside her, nodding and letting out a soft hum of agreement. Viola led her farther and farther until they were on the outskirts of the city.

“Where are we going if you don’t mind me asking?” (Y/N) asked Viola warily.

She was starting to freeze, she could hardly even feel her toes. That’s when Viola turned to her. Her expression was serious, face half hidden by her hood.

“I needed to get you somewhere private. I didn’t want anyone to hear us.” Viola said just loud enough for (Y/N) to hear.

She leaned in, brows furrowed and ready to listen.

“I need you to listen to me. You can’t stay here (Y/N).” Viola spoke quietly.

“I know but what do you expect me to do? He’s got me on lockdown. And where else am I supposed to go? The government is after me.” (Y/N) replied cautiously, looking anxiously over her shoulder as she spoke.

“I know. But once your two years are over, you need to run.” She whispered the last part.

(Y/N) stepped back, her expression mimicking Viola's serious one yet Viola looked more frightened.

“You’ve pushed your luck with him so far but he’s not a patient man. Just give him what he wants, and don’t let him get bored.” She warned.

(Y/N) nodded once in understanding, her fists clenched at her side as she shivered.

“You’re different without him around,” She said, “I prefer you this way.”

Day five made her think. (Y/N) couldn’t stop glancing up at Viola during breakfast. So far Viola was the only one she could somewhat trust. She seemed to be on her side. Or that’s what (Y/N) thought anyways. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the dark haired woman.

Her words were genuine. A fair warning at that. Doflamingo was scary. She knew better than to let him get bored. It in fact was a fear of hers. If always raced through her mind. Especially since she had fully given herself to him. They weren’t a couple by any means, but things were definitely different between them.

Someone else had caught (Y/N)’s eye. Baby 5. Mainly due to the fact that the girl wouldn’t quit smiling at her from across the table. (Y/N) wasn’t so sure she could trust Baby but so far she was the only one to openly badmouth Doflamingo.

(Y/N) didn’t eat much that day. She was too busy focusing on her plan to get stronger. She drank her coffee and ate a couple bites of toast as she read the paper before making her way to the room again. Once inside she closed the curtains, checked the hall, and locked the door. No one could know.

Her workout on day five consisted of doing pull ups on the bed's canopy. That was until she fell. It was a far drop. She was scared someone heard, thankfully no one did. And if they did they didn’t say anything. Then it was squats until her thighs shook. If she didn’t get stronger she’d at least have a nice ass and toned thighs.

That evening, when she couldn’t stand to do one more push up, she laid flat on her back on the floor. The blood stained carpet soaking up the sweat from the back of her neck. Her arms ached and her legs quaked. She was downright miserable feeling and could hardly move.

(Y/N) closed her eyes for a moment. But only for a moment. A muffled sound came from by the bed.

Purupurupuru… puru…

Karma heard it too. Her ears perked up at the sound, indicating that she wasn’t imagining it. (Y/N) sat up straight, listening for it again.

Purupurupuru… puru…

The nightstand. The transponder snail. (Y/N) hurried from the floor, tripping over her own feet as she darted for the bedside table. She wrenched the drawer open, and sure enough. Doflamingo’s Den Den Mushi was going off. Carefully, she picked it up and answered it without saying anything.

“Miss me, pajarito?” Doflamingo’s snide voice spoke through the transponder.

“Doflamingo?” She responded.

“Who else?” He chuckled, the snail taking on his features as he spoke. “I wanted to let you know, I’m on the way home. I’ll be there by tomorrow evening, I’m taking a shortcut.”

“Already?” She said, sounding a little too disappointed.

He laughed.

“You don’t sound thrilled. That hurts my feelings.” He teased her. “But yes, early. Things went quicker than I expected. We were going to leave tomorrow morning but I missed you.”

(Y/N) didn’t reply right away. He didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh and I left you a little something in my top drawer for when I come home. See you soon little one.”

Click.

And with that he hung up. (Y/N) flopped back on the bed, transponder snail falling limply beside her on the mattress. She stayed there like that, still exhausted from her constant working out. Finally she sat up huffing as Karma mewed from the window.

“What the hell does he have for me this time?” She murmured to the cat as she stood from the bed, making her way to the dresser.

The top drawer was above her head, she couldn’t even see inside. She stood on her toes, reaching around inside, rifling through his socks and underwear until she felt something cool against her fingers. A cardboard box. She pulled it from the drawer. It was a white box, wrapped in a red ribbon.

She pulled the ribbon, letting it unravel and fall to the floor. She popped it open to reveal a set of lingerie. It was a baby doll styled nightgown. Completely sheer and was a rosy pink. It had frills on the edges and straps. It also came with a little note.

“Be ready.”

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queef-of-fortune · 21 days ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter: Fifty-four:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Over the next few days, Doflamingo had been bombarding her with questions.

What was your school like?

Did you have any friends?

What were they like?

How about that boyfriend of yours?

It was never ending. Some of them she happily answered, others she was hesitant. Like for example when he asked if he was better in bed than him she avoided that question all together. Doflamingo loved to say things to try and rile her up. It almost never worked.

(Y/N) was very open and nonchalant with him while he asked his questions. Some nights he would lay his head in her lap and stare up at her lovingly as she stroked his hair, Karma curled up beside them. He was like a content child, listening to his mother tell him a bedtime story.

Tonight was a good night for the two of them. Doflamingo had finished up some paperwork early and was exhausted. He just wanted to relax with her and have her tell him stories of her old life. Something had been on his mind that he wanted to ask her about. The two of them sat in bed, joint rolled and burning, glasses of wine in both of their hands.

Doflamingo was laying on his side, propped up by his elbow as he drank, a smile on his face and glasses off. (Y/N) was sat cross legged at the foot of the bed, leaning against one of the posts, joint smoking between her lips and glass held firmly between her legs. The two of them were chatting and having an enjoyable night. Doflamingo was in the middle of bitching about some warlord duties of his. Mainly about how he had a meeting coming up. But suddenly he changed the subject.

“Enough of that boring nonsense,” He waved himself off, “I wanted to ask you a question.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows as she exhaled smoke from her nostrils, looking like a dragon. She gave him a nod, encouraging him to ask away.

“So, you recall how you’ve been accused of witchcraft, correct?” He asked, a sly smirk on his face as he sipped.

(Y/N) took one final hit, passing it to Doflamingo before answering him.

“Yeah, what about it?” She too sipped from her glass.

“Well… You did say you put a spell on that old boyfriend of yours. Unless I misunderstood.” He was now grinning broadly.

(Y/N), sighed awkwardly, scratching the back of her head as she stared down at the mattress, biting back a grin.

“Yes, I did do that. He’s not the only one I’ve done that too unfortunately.” She drained half her glass in one gulp.

“Oh?” He perked up, sitting up straight. “Did you now? Who was the lucky fellow?”

(Y/N) watched as Doflamingo pinched the joint between his fingers, taking a larger than necessary hit.

“I wouldn’t say lucky, more like… Pathetic. But not as pathetic as me.” She chuckled out.

He hummed in response, clearly interested.

“So I mean— basically, this guy I had been going out with— not even my boyfriend by the way— he blew me off so I put a love spell on him.” She shrugged at the end, avoiding his eyes.

Doflamingo shook his head as he chuckled lightly.

“You did what?”

(Y/N) sighed, sounding rather disappointed in herself as she swirled her drink.

“Yup. Told you pathetic. It did work though but not until I was already seeing someone else.”

Doflamingo laughed a little harder this time, coughing on the smoke as his did so.

“You…” He coughed again. “You’re joking, you have to be. There’s no way you’d bd stupid enough to believe in that nonsense.”

(Y/N) smirked, huffing in amusement.

“It did kinda work…” she mumbled sheepishly.

“Oh did it now?” He said intrigued, leaning forwards to pass the joint back to her to finish off.

“Yeah… He didn’t leave me alone for like, five years almost.” She admitted, lungs full of smoke.

“Five years? Wow, you must be good.” The smile slowly faded from his lips as the thought set in.

“I know, it’s stupid. I don’t know why I did that; I was eighteen, I was crazy.” (Y/N) replied, still not looking at him.

A thought passed through Doflamingo. Has she done the same to me? He leaned in, only inches away from her face.

“Is that what you’ve done to me, pajarito? Have you put a spell on me?” He breathed against her lips.

She could smell the wine on his breath. She could see how high he was, his eyes half lidded and bloodshot, pupils dilated. The heat of his words made her shiver.

“No.” She answered simply and honestly.

“No? Then why do I feel like this?” He said, inching closer, now only mere centimeters away from kissing her.

(Y/N) could feel her body heating up at his question. She had wondered the same thing. Why was he so obsessed? What had she done to deserve this?

She pulled back, pressing herself completely against the bed post. He leaned in further, refusing to give her the space she desired.

“Answer me.” He demanded, grinning ear to ear.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” She gulped, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

His gaze was piercing. It was like he could see through her completely. Doflamingo on the other hand wished he could see through her like he could everyone else. It was almost as if her soul was impenetrable. It only made him want her more.

Doflamingo placed a hand on either side of her. Her empty glass remained in her lap, the joint was now a roach that had gone out, still pinched between her fingers. That shit-eating grin never left his face as he continued to inch closer and closer. He was just as menacing without the glasses, maybe even more so because now she could see the crazed desire in his eyes.

His bluish gray eyes were wide with excitement now. He was so close she could practically hear his heartbeat pounding. His size was the most intimidating thing about him.

“Then why do I need you?” He murmured against her lips, practically kissing her with his words.

Their lips brushed against one another’s, his were much bigger. Everything about him was big. His head, his hands, his chest, his… There was no way for her to escape him this time. He was going to take what he wanted and she knew there was no stopping him, no matter how wrong it was.

Doflamingo finally pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. The softness was soon replaced by lust. His lips moved against her with fervor. Her kiss was like a drop of water in the desert. He kissed her like he was a desperate dying man, and her lips were his salvation.

He nibbled on her bottom lip, begging for entry as he soothed the bite with his long, wet tongue. He could taste the wine on her lips along with her peppermint flavored chapstick. She parted her mouth, allowing him in. He then cradled her face with one of his large hands, almost taking up the side of her face.

His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting every inch. She couldn’t help but moan into his mouth and he of course ate it like a starving man. His other hand was now gripping at the flesh on her hip. It was rough, almost like he was trying to pull her apart. It hurt but she allowed it.

Every time they kissed it was like he was trying to devour her. Like he wanted to eat her alive until there was nothing left. The kiss went on for way longer than she intended. She didn’t want to get more involved, but she feared she was already in too deep to pull back now.

Doflamingo was addicted. He couldn’t bring himself to break the kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating. It was sloppy and passionate. Just as he went to slide a hand between her legs, there was a knock. No, not just a knock. Pounding.

Doflamingo’s head snapped in the direction of the door as he slid his tongue back into his own mouth. (Y/N)’s heart almost came out of her throat at the sound. He growled, mumbling something under his breath that she couldn’t quite make out. In a flash, his glasses were back on and he was in front of the door, yanking it open.

“What could you possibly want at this hour!?” He snapped at Trebol who stood on the other side.

“S-sorry, boss.” He stuttered out, his voice as nasally and sickening as ever. “But you got a letter. It’s from the government. See?” He held up an envelope with the World Governments emblem on the seal.

Doflamingo snatched the letter before shooing Trebol off with his hand, promptly slamming the door in his face. He had completely ruined their moment. Doflamingo stared at the envelope for a minute before ripping it open. (Y/N) watched as his eyes flickered over the letter. Doflamingo cursed under his breath before crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the waste basket.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her tone mousy.

“The damn government, that's what.” He hissed, stomping off towards the bar cart to get himself another glass of wine.

“What now?” She turned and watched him move across the room.

“They’ve moved our meeting. It’s now in three days. Now I have to leave in the morning!” He complained, spilling wine on the bar as he poured hastily.

“Tomorrow morning?” She reiterated.

(Y/N)’s heart leapt in her chest. Did this mean she’d get some alone time? Then it sank again. Maybe he planned on taking her with him. She certainly hoped not.

Doflamingo threw himself down on the bed, wine in hand that he managed not to spill. He sighed dramatically, his early arousal now completely diminished. He laid flat on his back, wine glass resting in his hand against the bed.

“Do I have to go too?” She mumbled, her back still pressed to the bed post.

“No.” He answered quickly. “Taking you to Marineford was enough of a risk, I shouldn’t have even taken you with me then. They’ll search me this time I’m sure of it. They usually do. No one else is allowed at these meetings and they certainly can’t know I have you.” he explained, rolling over on his side to face her.

(Y/N) nodded, pretending to be bummed but she was secretly excited. Maybe now she could attempt to bond with the other women. Maybe some of the staff. Then another thought crossed her mind, making her sick.

“You’re not leaving me with Trebol are you?” She bemoaned.

Doflamingo smiled, chuckling.

“No, I had no intentions of leaving you in his care. Actually…” He sat up straight. “I was thinking maybe you don’t need a babysitter this time. Can I trust you to stay put? I do have eyes all over this country and this palace so you won’t get far. I’d rather not have to punish you as soon as I get home.” He grinned deviously.

(Y/N) shook her head quickly. “No, I’ll stay put. I promise just don’t make me hang out with him.” She shuddered at the thought.

Doflamingo laughed heartily at her response.

“Deal, little one. I won’t make you hang out with Trebol. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled as well.” He reached over and patted her on the head before promptly draining his glass.

(Y/N) awoke the next morning at dawn at the feeling of Doflamingo pulling himself out of bed. The sun just barely peeked over the horizon as his bare feed padded across the bedroom floor, the sun dancing across the carpet. Nerves twisted in his gut. He didn’t want to leave her alone.

Doflamingo was scared to leave her by herself. So he thought of a plan to make sure she stayed put. He knew he couldn’t trust her. Before he left, he called Baby 5 and Viola into his office. Once they showed he went over the plan with them.

“Now, I will be gone for a week. During that time, I need the both of you to keep an eye on (Y/N). I don’t fully trust her to not run off while I’m gone.” He explained, legs kicked up on the desk.

The two women nodded.

“I’ll do whatever you need.” Baby 5 said.

Viola was quiet but knew better than to argue.

“Good. Don’t let her take off. If you do, you'll both be in serious shit.” He meant what he said.

“Yes, Young Master.” They both said in unison.

Doflamingo boarded his ship by eight. (Y/N) watched out the window of their bedroom, as the crowd cheered and waved as he walked through downtown. The palace was so high up the docks could be seen from the room. Doflamingo was soaking in the praises as he moved through Dressrosa.

Oh how he loved being loved. If only she loved him as much as his kingdom did. Those fools. He waved and held his head high as he walked. People threw praises and compliments as he boarded his ship.

Diamenté was asked to keep him company for the journey. He followed behind, receiving similar praises as he boarded. He was a showoff like Doflamingo but not to his extent. He just smiled and waved and didn't put on a show.

(Y/N) watched his ship sail farther and farther into the sun until they disappeared completely from site. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She could finally walk the halls freely, not having to worry about being questioned or watched.

She knew there would be eyes on her regardless but they weren’t his eyes. The only thing she really needed to worry about was Trebol. He was the big mouth that always ran to Doffy to tattle, who already hated her. The thought of him ruining her perfect week made her scowl.

The thought was quickly replaced by nerves. How was she supposed to make friends? With the Strawhats she literally fell into their lap and Luffy didn’t give her a choice to be his friend and crewmate. Same with Doflamingo. What the hell was up with her and falling out of the sky recently?

She swallowed her anxiety and got herself ready for the day. The plan was to hopefully run into Viola or perhaps Baby 5. Monet was out on a mission and she didn’t exactly trust her. There was just something snakelike about her.

This time away from him also gave her time to think. To plan, to plot. She could form some alliances, figure out how to train, and she could read without someone trying to shove their hands down her pants. This week was going to be amazing. Doflamingo on the other hand, was already pacing anxiously on his ship, counting down the minutes until he got to see her again.

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queef-of-fortune · 25 days ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Fifty-three:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

AN: Thank you all for the likes and comments I can’t believe I’ve been writing for this fanfic this long! Y’all have so much patience to sit through 53 chapters lol. Lmk if you have any questions or recommendations.

“I hope you know I’ve got a lot of questions to ask you.” Doflamingo sneered, planting both of his hands against the mattress, one hand on each side of her.

She nodded slowly, her eyes trained on her own reflection in his glasses.

“I know.” Her voice was mousy as she spoke. “I’ll be honest with you, I don’t have anything else to hide.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, we all have secrets.” He smiled deviously at her.

(Y/N) was undeniably terrified of him. Her voice quaked as she spoke, she was sweaty and jittery. Every time she pissed him off, she awaited his fist. Yet it never came. Why, she wondered. He beat everyone else, so why not her?

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. It may not all make sense and I don’t have all the answers but I’ll tell you what I do know.” She spoke in a hurried manner.

“Then explain to me how you got here. Why are you here if you’re from so long ago, huh?” He tilted his head, clearly amused and waiting for her to slip up so he could catch her in a lie.

Doflamingo was still completely enraged. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t fully trust her but so far she had provided evidence of her truth. It all sounded like horse shit to him. But what would make her concoct a story like that? She didn’t just come up with that off of the top of her head.

And that device of hers. That phone, she called it. He didn’t trust that either. Was it some kind of government tracking device? Or maybe it was for them to listen in on what he was up to.

Either way he was suspicious and rightfully so.

He could smell the fear on him and it only excited him more. It was only right she was scared. She should be. She deserved to be after hiding something like this from him.

“I don’t know. Really, I don’t.” (Y/N) sounded panicked. “I told you what I know concerning that.”

“Then how did this get here?” Doflamingo snatched her phone from her hands, holding it between his thumb and forefinger like it was a playing card.

She shook her head.

“I’m not sure. It was in my hand when I…” She trailed off, looking down at her hands.

“Why’d you do it?” He was still smiling.

(Y/N) didn’t know how to answer that. Nor did she want to. It was a pathetic reason really. She inhaled deeply, still avoiding eye contact with him. She wanted to cry but held herself together.

“Because I wasn’t happy.” She said simply.

“Oh come on,” He leaned in further, practically pining her to the bed, “you can do better than that.”

She didn’t answer right away. Doflamingo placed a finger under her chin, making her look at him.

“Go ahead, pajarito. You said you’d tell me anything.” He teased.

“I hated my life and myself.”

“But what was the last straw? What really did it for you?”

(Y/N) didn’t want to answer that. It was stupid.

“I got cheated on.”

He was quiet, his smile faltered but returned quickly.

“That’s it? Your little boyfriend found someone else to play with so you ended it all? How pathetic.” He sneered.

“I know.” Was all she said in return.

“You’re weak.”

“I know.”

He didn’t tease her again. He didn’t want to. He wanted her to fight him back like she always did. Why wouldn’t she defend herself? Doflamingo was purposefully being cruel, and she was letting him. Maybe she wasn’t lying.

(Y/N)’s eyes began to water but she wouldn’t allow the tears to fall. Her chest began to tighten, and she was afraid to speak. It made her feel so unwanted. The man who claimed to love her was always so cruel to her. Why? She didn’t ask to be here.

Luffy would never say that, she thought. No one on the crew would say that to her. Not even Zoro. Not that they knew. She was too afraid to tell them what she had done. She thought they would pity her, treat her differently. But she felt like she had to tell him the truth.

“He must’ve meant a lot to you if you were willing to go that far over some stupid boy.” Doflamingo’s tone had changed from teasing to serious, his smile now gone.

He didn’t like how that made him feel. His insides were boiling hot, his stomach churned. Doflamingo was unfamiliar with this feeling. Jealousy. Why did that man get her heart when he clearly didn’t deserve it?

(Y/N) just shrugged in return, looking away from him again.

“The feeling wasn’t mutual apparently.” She said, sounding rather bored.

He huffed, clearly amused.

“I know how it feels.”

That made her feel utterly guilty. She didn’t have anything else to say. She didn’t want to speak on it anymore but she knew he wouldn’t allow her to get away with silence. Suddenly he put a hand on her shoulder, catching her off guard completely. She flinched.

“I’m sorry he did that to you.” He paused. “I would never.”

“Yes you would.” She hissed, shaking his hand from his shoulder.

(Y/N) backed away from him and towards the headboard, pressing her back to it with her knees pulled in. She was hurt in more ways than one. Her heart was aching, and he was taken aback, his hand still hovering where she was sitting. And to be honest, it pissed him off. He was trying to be kind and supportive and she pushed him away like he was trash.

“I’ve been nothing but kind to you.” He stood up straight. “I’ve given you everything I could think of to make you happy and yet none of it’s enough because I’m paying for another man’s mistakes. What a fool you’ve turned me into.”

“Oh, don’t pretend like you’re heartbroken.” (Y/N) retorted, her voice cracking under the pressure.

“MAYBE I AM!” He screamed.

She audibly gasped and recoiled into herself. She was on the verge of tears at this point but refused to let him see her cry. It took everything in her not to scream back in his face. To tell him how much she hated him, to hit him. The sight of her shaking and small made the guilt in his stomach grow.

This is why she doesn’t love me. I'm a monster.

Every time he entered the room she recoiled like a beat dog. All he did was hurt her. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. It made him sick. It also made him wonder if she only slept with him out of fear and not affection. That hurt worse than anything.

Doflamingo clutched his chest where his heart was beating erratically against his ribcage. He sighed, hanging his head shamefully as he sat at the corner of the bed, making the mattress dip. He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You’ve been through enough.”

“Don’t you fucking pity me.” She growled into her knees that were still pulled up to shield her body from him.

“You’re hurting, and I’ve only made things worse. No wonder you don’t love me.” He sounded pitiful.

Why did his tone make her feel remorseful? Like she was the one who was hurting him, like she was the one holding him captive. (Y/N) wanted to throw up. She felt like she was going to lose it at any moment. That she was going to completely come unglued in front of him. And that was the last thing she wanted. To be a crying, puking mess all because he scared her and made her feel bad.

“Please don’t do this.” She begged.

Doflamingo turned to look at her. His eyes welled up at the sight of her. She was curled up into herself, face buried in her knees as she trembled. How could he do this to the woman he loved?

“Forgive me.” He stood from the bed begrudgingly, making his way towards the bar cart in the corner of the room.

Doflamingo popped open a bottle of wine, pouring them both a full glass. He walked it over to her and sat beside her on the bed, careful not to get too close. He held the glass out to her. He feared she’d smack the glass from his hands or perhaps throw it in his face.

Her eyes met his as she took the glass from his hands, but she didn’t drink. Neither did he. He just set his own glass on the bedside table.

“Come here.” He held his arms open for her.

(Y/N) looked him up and down suspiciously for a moment. She set her wine down beside his gently before crawling towards him. Doflamingo was honestly surprised. He never expected her to come to him. She paused before him, staring up at his massive form. Then she hurriedly shoved her face in his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.

The two of them stayed that way for a few minutes. Occasionally he would place a soft kiss on the top of her head. Then he finally spoke again.

“(Y/N)...?” He said her name so softly it didn’t sound like him.

She peeked up at him, arms still wrapped firmly around his broad figure.

“Yes?” She replied, equally as soft.

“How did you do it?” He asked sincerely.

The question wasn’t appropriate to ask yet he couldn't help but wonder. She sighed, releasing him. She sat on her knees between his legs, fiddling with the rings on her fingers.

“Pills. I went to sleep and woke up on a ship… I still wonder if this is all some kind of dream. Maybe I am dead.” She admitted, not looking at him.

Doflamingo didn’t reply right away. He himself wondered if she was real. Everyone else saw her so she must be. Clearly, she was here in his arms, she couldn’t be a mere figment of his imagination.

“You’re alive. You’re here with me. I know you’re real.” He was trying to convince himself more than he was her.

“I don’t know sometimes.” She said sadly.

He tilted her head up, finger under her chin. He wanted to see her eyes. Those beautiful (E/C) hues. Doflamingo sighed thoughtfully. Like he was trying to find the right thing to say. There was so much he wanted to know and yet no questions came to mind.

(Y/N) also wished he’d ask something else. She didn’t want to talk about her failed suicide attempt any longer. There was an awkward, tense silence between all of them. It was uncomfortable. The only sound in the room was the wall clock ticking idly every second.

“What was your life like before?” Doflamingo finally spoke up.

(Y/N) just shrugged.

“Nothing interesting. I was no one.”

“That can’t be true. You’re a brilliant, beautiful woman. You had to have more going on than you thought. Tell me about your life, how you grew up.” He took her hands in his big ones, kissing the back of each one.

“I’ve been in school the majority of my life. I started at four. That’s all I know, it’s all I had.” She admitted.

Doflamingo remembered finding out about her going to college, about her studying psychology. So he thought to ask about it.

“You said you studied psychology, right?”

She nodded.

“Yes, I studied for a couple of years. But I was in school long before that.”

“General education? What was that like? Did you go to an all-girls school?” He asked, intrigued.

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head. “I went to public school.”

He hummed thoughtfully in return.

“I myself had private tutors. Until I was eight. That’s when…” He swallowed hard, trying to choke down the memories.

“I know, you don’t have to talk about it.” She remembered what he had told her about how his family lost their grace. “Did you ever get any schooling afterwards?” She asked genuinely.

Doflamingo shook his head.

“Not exactly no, but Diamanté would help me study. They didn’t want an idiot leader, and Trebol’s barely literate.” A small smile etched across his features.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of that oaf being illiterate.

“I’m not surprised. He’s fucking stupid.” She shook her head, still smiling.

Doflamingo chuckled briefly.

“Yes he can be an idiot but he means well.”

“Does he though?” She questioned.

He ignored that and asked her something else entirely.

“What was the world like where you came from?” He asked.

(Y/N) scoffed.

“Shit.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I’m sure but I want specifics. That phone of yours is pretty interesting. Tell me about that.” He pointed at the device that now sat on the mattress beside them.

She picked it up, turning it over in her hands. She wasn’t technologically smart, but she knew how to work her phone.

“It doesn’t really work here, like I said before I just use it to take pictures and play music. Also I have a couple of stupid little puzzle games on here.”

“How does it work though? You said it’s primarily a communication device, yes?” He leaned in, clearly intrigued.

“Well, I don’t have any signal or anyone to call or I’d show you. But I used to use it to watch videos and stuff too.” She handed him the phone.

When he looked at the screen, a message flashed and it vibrated. It said it required a passcode. The message went away and the cat picture reappeared on the screen.

“It’s locked.” He said, handing it back.

“Oh yeah, it uses my face to unlock, and it has a password.” She replied, typing in the passcode.

“How interesting, why keep it so secure? What kind of secrets do you have on that thing?” He sounded excited now.

“Nothing really, that’s just how they’re made.” She shrugged, opening up her photo album.

(Y/N) scooted next to him, holding the phone where he could see it. She scrolled through pictures, showing him all of the ones her crew had taken, even some that she took before her life ended. She told him stories of her old friends and showed him pictures of them. Some of them he called ugly or stupid but that didn’t matter to her.

Once her phone got down to one percent she turned it back off and shoved it in the nightstand drawer. Doflamingo seemed slightly disappointed, he was having fun going through her phone. He was enjoying the fact that she was willing to be so open with him. There was something else he was dying to know.

“Are you trying to get back to your old life? The one you had before you…” He trailed off.

(Y/N) shook her head.

“No way. I’m happier here than I ever was. I’m free here. I can do whatever I want or nothing at all and I’m guilt free. All I’ve ever wanted was to be happy.” She explained.

“That is the life of a pirate, is it not?” He smiled down at her as he spoke.

“I like it. It’s fun. Stressful sometimes, but fun.”

“Now imagine my position. A king, a warlord, and a pirate. I can do whatever the hell I want with no repercussions. Now imagine what your life could be like if you stay with me. You could have that life too.” He leaned close to her face, whispering against her lips and he brushed back a strand of her hair.

“I know.” She whispered back. “But I can’t stay here, you know that.”

“Yes, you can.” He now cupped her cheeks in his massive hands; they practically swallowed her face. “If your crew loves you, they’ll understand.”

(Y/N) pulled her face from his hands.

“I have an obligation to my crew. It’s about loyalty.” She was firm in her reply.

Doflamingo grinned broadly, his perfectly white teeth shining in the light.

“I love that about you. You’re so loyal. You’re Strawhats perfect little dog, aren’t you?” He scratched under her chin with his finger before leaning close to her ear. “But I want you to be my puppy.”

She didn’t push him away this time. He pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair with an unfamiliar tenderness. Doflamingo was humming a tune as he rocked her. It was unfamiliar to her. Slowly she felt herself begin to doze. And just like that, she was out.

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queef-of-fortune · 28 days ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Fifty-two:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Crocodile had left. A week had gone by. His words still lingered in Doflamingo’s mind. A witch. Of course, the thought had crossed his mind prior. But that was fairytale nonsense. And besides, he had fallen for her before she even knew his name. So how could she have put a spell on him?

(Y/N) was strange. She was quiet, introverted and had a look about her that screamed unusual. But her beauty was unmatched in his eyes. Even compared to Boa Hancock. He would never have expected to fall for someone like her. Which of course made him suspicious of her. And of course she was a liar. She didn’t trust him yet. He was a liar too; everyone was in certain situations.

Doflamingo planned a private dinner for them in hopes that she’d open up more. He wanted to get to know her better. To prove her wrong. That he could love her. That he did love her. She claimed he knew nothing about her, and she was right. And he was certainly about to change that.

The girl was in the library as she always was. But this time she wasn’t reading. She was sitting in the window sill, Karma in her lap as she watched the snow fall. She was also thinking about what Crocodile said. She was surprised. She had never heard such a rumor until now. Since when were people calling her a witch?

It must be recent. She hadn’t read the paper in weeks. She didn’t have the heart to. Before she had hoped to see news of her crew. But now she feared it would break her heart to see what they were up to.

Sure, she was always the weird kid at school. She collected cool rocks and crystals. She loved animals and nature, hated wearing shoes. And sure, she was a little earthy and didn’t care for wearing a bra. But that felt more hippie than witchy.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. It was funny to her. She kind of liked it too. To be called a witch. To be feared for no reason. Maybe the government knew something she didn’t. Maybe they knew how she got to this world. Hell, maybe she was a witch and that’s why she was here.

She didn’t remember getting here, but she remembered the moments before. She was drunk off a bottle of her favorite wine and freshly broken up with. Well, to be fair she was the one who did the dumping. He cheated on her with some bitch from work. And yes, the bitch in question knew about (Y/N). That’s what made it more fun for them, she assumed.

It still hurt. Months ago now but it still felt like yesterday. She sat in bed, a handful of pills and blurry vision. He was the last person she really had and he had betrayed her completely. The one and only thing she asked of him was his loyalty and he couldn’t even give her that.

(Y/N) shook the thoughts from her mind, exhaling hard as she pet the cat aggressively. Karma didn’t mind, however. It was like she knew her mother's thoughts were troubling her, and she was fine with being the stress reliever. She just purred with her eyes closed, kneading into (Y/N)’s bare thighs.

Doflamingo called Violet into his office. She knocked on the door before entering. He didn’t say a word at first, just outstretched his hand over the desk, a note between his fingers. Yes, another note. This one was a formal invitation. He thought it would be cute to give her a personal invitation to their private dinner.

“Here,” he said, not even looking up from his paperwork, “give this to her. She should be in the library.”

Violet took the note, bowed, and left without a word. (Y/N) was still perched in the window when Violet arrived.

“(Y/N),” She called out, snapping her from her thoughts. “He asked for me to give this to you.” Violet walked towards the window, note in hand.

(Y/N) took the note gingerly, turning the envelope over in her hands. Her eyes met Violet’s brown ones. Her expression was blank but that was just because she was thinking. Then she remembered how she needed allies. She needed to become friends with her. Quickly she formed a soft, small smile.

“Thanks, any idea what this is?” She asked.

Violet just shook her head, “No, I’m sorry but I don’t know. He didn’t say much.”

“Oh, okay then.” (Y/N) said awkwardly.

(Y/N) was never good at making friends. She was always a little sheepish and timid. She never knew what to say. It was like she always said the wrong thing in every situation. But the crew loved her, nonetheless.

Violet turned to leave the library, (Y/N) wanted to stop her but was too anxious and didn’t even know what to say to keep her here, so instead she watched her leave. As the doors shut, she sighed, hanging her head in disappointment. She looked over the letter. On the back it had her name written in beautiful calligraphy. She opened it up and out fell an invitation that was handwritten to her and her only. It didn’t say much.

It would be an honor if you joined me for dinner under the stars tonight.

Meet me at the greenhouse. 8:00pm.

Yours always, Doflamingo

She reread the note a couple of times before placing it back in the envelope. It was sweet, she thought. It was enough to distract her from her depressing thoughts. It was already starting to get late. If she wanted to be ready in time she better do so now.

She dressed herself up in a floor length sweater dress. It was a black high neck, tight dress. Then she put on a little bit of makeup. Nothing crazy, just some mascara and smudged on some black eyeliner to make her eyes pop. It was her best feature.

Her heart pounded anxiously in her chest as she walked through the palace. She had yet to see the green house. She didn’t even know where it was. Thankfully, she passed by Violet.

“Oh, hey!” (Y/N) called out, grabbing Violet gently by the elbow.

Violet blinked in confusion, “yes? Is everything alright?”

“No— I mean yes. I just… Where’s the greenhouse?” She asked anxiously.

“Oh, this way, I’ll take you.” Violet said with a smile, pointing in the direction (Y/N) was going anyway.

Doflamingo sat in the center of the greenhouse. It was warm inside. Way warmer than outside. He knew how much she enjoyed nature but it was freezing out so he couldn’t have dinner under the weeping willow like he would’ve liked. The snow falling on the glass roof was romantic enough however.

He really didn’t think it through though. It was awfully humid. And there were lots of bugs. He hoped she wouldn’t mind. Or even notice. He was beginning to sweat from the heat and the nerves. It was 8:03pm and she wasn’t here. Did she ditch him?

Just then he heard the creak of the doors from the opposite side. He could hear her heels clack as she approached. He perked up, adjusting himself and wiping the sweat from his brow. And there she was, peeking out around a rather large hibiscus bus, flattening down her hair and fixing the skirt of her dress.

(Y/N) gave him a small smile and he returned it. She sat down across the table from him before he could even pull her chair out for her.

“Sorry,” She apologized, “I got lost, I had to ask for help.”

“That’s alright.” He gave her a grin. “I just hoped you hadn’t ditched me.”

(Y/N) looked down at the spread. It was nothing too fancy, thankfully. Just some pasta and bread, and then some chocolate cake for dessert.

“I wouldn’t ditch you. That would be pretty fucked up.” She said, scratching the back of her head.

Doflamingo chuckled at her reply. There was music playing softly from somewhere in the greenhouse. It was romantic and subtle. He scooted in closer, his elbows resting on the table and his chin on the back of his laced hands as he stared adoringly.

“I invited you here so we could talk, I want to get to know you better.” He spoke softly.

“What do you want to know then?”

Doflamingo looked relieved that she was willing to cooperate.

“Let’s start simply, what’s your favorite color?” He asked.

She thought for a moment.

“(F/C). Or maybe (2F/C).”

He hummed thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with her honesty.

“What about family? Do you have any?”

Her smile slowly faded at this question.

“Yeah.” Was all she said in return.

“Well?” He pressed. “Do you have a mother, father, siblings? What are they like?”

“I have parents of course. Divorced. And a brother. Younger.” She stared blatantly.

He nodded, interested.

“A child of divorce huh? seems fitting.”

She huffed in amusement, crossing her arms over her chest.

“How was your childhood? How old were you when they spilt?”

He was starting to get more personal with his questions but he couldn’t help himself. He hoped she would answer.

“Officially, six. But they were never happy.” (Y/N) said honestly again.

“You were young. I bet that was hard.” He sympathized.

(Y/N) just shook her head.

“Not really. I managed fine. It was expected. I always knew.”

“You did? Why’s that?” He leaned forwards, intrigued.

“They didn’t sleep in the same bed and fought constantly.”

“And your brother? How did he do?” He asked.

“Wasn’t born.” She said simply. “We have different dads. She got pregnant not too long after they spilt.”

“Oh, now that’s interesting.” He grinned.

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Yeah… Sure… What else did you want to know? That doesn’t involve my family.”

Doflamingo leaned back. He clearly was pushing his luck and needed to cool it down.

“Let’s eat. I’m starving.” He said, changing the subject.

The two of the idly chatted as they ate their food. There wasn’t much sound besides the buzzing of nearby flies and the soft music playing in the background in between their words. Once they had finished their main course, Doflamingo poured them both a glass of champagne. Their fingers brushed against one another’s as he handed her the glass.

“Do tell,” He started, leaning back in his chair, champagne flute in hand, “Where are you from?”

Her heart dropped at his question but she kept her face straight. She knew this question was coming. She could lie. Say some island in the east blue. Or, she could come clean.

“I knew you’d eventually ask. But I don’t think you’re ready for that conversation yet.”

“I’d beg to differ.” He purred, flashing a toothy grin her way. “Come on, don't be shy, I won’t think any less of you.”

Against her better judgement she stood from her chair, beckoning him to follow her.

“Come on. I have to show you something.”

He quickly got up from his chair and followed her. She shut his bedroom door behind them both, locking it as they entered. She sauntered towards the bathroom door, hands trembling. Doflamingo stood in the center of the room curiously watching her. She pulled open the door and stepped inside, just leaving the door cracked.

(Y/N) climbed on the wall of the tub, reaching her hand inside the vase where she kept her phone. She held the power button on the side. The screen flicked on, bright and ominous. Her hands were still shaking, and tears brimmed her eyes out of fear.

What if he didn’t forgive her? What if he beat her to death for hiding something like this?

She shoved the phone in the pocket of her dress quickly. She had to explain herself before showing it to him. (Y/N) reentered the room. Doflamingo leaned against the bed looking anxious and impatient. (Y/N) kicked off her boots and climbed up on the bed, patting a spot across from her. He followed suit. Once he was situated, she began to speak.

“There’s a lot to tell you. A lot I’ve refused to tell you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Doflamingo reached out, taking both her hands in his.

“Of course, it can’t possibly be something that awful.” He reassured her, smiling softly.

(Y/N) gulped, averting her eyes from him and down at her lap. She didn’t even know what to say or how to start.

“You wanna know how Luffy found me?” She said, voice quivering.

Doflamingo nodded eagerly.

“I don’t remember it, but he said that they were stuck in the middle of the sea, during a storm. A really bad one. Then the sky opened up. They thought they had reached the eye of the storm. That was until something fell from the opening. Me. I fell into the ocean. I almost drowned. Sanji jumped in after me. If it wasn’t for him I’d be dead right now.”

She paused. Doflamingo licked his dry lips, completely enthralled in her story.

“The next thing I knew was that I was lying on the ship deck soaking wet and puking up salt water.” She said, still avoiding his eyes.

“How? How did you get there?” He said intently.

(Y/N) shook her head, swallowing hard.

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember before that is…” She hesitated. “I think I tried to kill myself.”

Doflamingo sat up straight, looking rather serious. Almost like he didn’t believe her but he didn’t interject.

“I know it sounds fucking crazy, but I’m not from this time or this world or whatever the fuck.” She said frantically.

Doflamingo crossed his arms over his chest. He was feeling like a fool. Like she was just telling him some crazy story to get him off of her back. But yet something felt genuine about it all. The way her voice cracked, how her hands trembled, how she avoided his eye. She was either a really bad liar or a really good one.

“What the hell are you trying to say?” He grumbled.

“I don’t know.” She breathed out.

“Are you dead?” He asked.

She shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

There was silence. Then more. Then she finally spoke again.

“Robin helped me piece it together as best as she could. Apparently I’m from the past as she put it. A thousand years at least.”

He didn’t reply. She didn’t look to see his face. She couldn’t.

“You expect me to believe that shit.” He growled.

Doflamingo couldn’t believe the shit she was spouting off. He was livid. He clenched his fists and his jaw. How could she blatantly lie to his face like that? After everything he’d done for her, after he opened his heart up to her.

“I swear I’m not lying. Look.” She sounded like she was going to cry.

Her quivering hand reached into the pocket of her dress. She pulled out the device. The screen reflected in the light and his mouth parted. He leaned in to get a better look. That’s when she clicked the button on the side. It lit up and the numbers 00:00 flashed across a picture of a cat. It was white and gray with long fur and green eyes.

“What the fuck is that?” His voice was now trembling just like hers was.

“This is my phone. I’m surprised it survived the fall.” She replied, turning it around in her hands to show it off to him.

“What is it?” He looked intrigued.

“It’s for communication, but it doesn’t work here. And I can take pictures, see.” She flipped it around to show him the camera on the front then the back. “And I can play games on it or listen to music.”

Just then a message popped up telling her that it was only on 5% battery.

“Shit.” She mumbled. “It’s about to run out of battery.”

“Then what?” He asked.

“Then that’s it. I have to charge it, and I have no charger.”

“So, what does this mean?” He asked.

(Y/N) shrugged.

“I don’t know. What does it mean to you? Do you believe me now?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just huffed, jaw tight. Honestly he was confused. He didn’t understand anything. And what the hell was this strange device she pulled out? He suddenly stood from the bed and began to pace the room, running fingers through his hair.

“He was right. He was fucking right.” He murmured to himself.

Then he stopped to face her, pointing a finger in her direction.

“Why the hell did you hide this from me!?” He bellowed.

(Y/N) flinched.

“I had to. Look at you! You don’t believe me! I know how crazy I sound.” She stood on her knees in the bed, matching his tone.

He backed down, lowering his finger.

“I know what this must sound like to you, that’s why I couldn’t tell you. But come on, I literally have proof!” She said holding up her phone.

“He was right about you.” Doflamingo muttered.

“Who? Crocodile? Of course he was right! Why would you think you could trust me fully!?” She snapped.

Doflamingo looked taken aback.

“You—“ She then cut him off.

“Yes, I heard what he said. I’m not fucking stupid.” She snarled, crossing her arms.

“So, you are a witch!?” He asked, appalled.

(Y/N) looked even more appalled and confused.

“What!?” Her eyes were squinted. “No! I meant the liar part! I mean I did try and put a hex on my old boyfriend but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Wait, you did what?” He said, putting his hand up to stop her.

Then he did something unexpected. He bursted out into laughter. Loud and booming. It startled her. Next thing she knew he was doubled over on the floor, pounding his fist into the rug. He wiped a stray tear from under his lenses before he stood back up, holding his belly.

“That was the most honest thing I think you’ve ever said.” Doflamingo giggled between words.

(Y/N) sat back down on the bed, looking rather defeated and bewildered. Doflamingo walked over to her, leaning across the bed to get close to her face. She backed up a little, obviously nervous.

“Okay… I believe you.”

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Fifty-one:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) laid flat on her back, still tangled up with him. Panting, sweating, twitching. The heat in her body was now starting to disperse. Her earlier arousal now dimming under him, yet she didn’t want it to end. The intimacy between them was unreal. She only came once but it was nothing like she ever had felt before. No one had ever loved her that way.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of her, letting his seed spill from her and onto the sheet. Then he rolled off of her and laid on his back beside her. Doflamingo turned on his side, propped up by his elbow as he breathed heavily. He stared at her with nothing but adornment. Doflamingo reached out, pushing a stray hair from her face as he smiled softly.

“You were amazing, mi amor. Absolutely beautiful.” He cooed, placing a kiss on her temple.

“I didn’t do anything.” She shrugged, her cheeks flushed as she avoided his eye.

“You didn’t have to, being here was enough.” He said softly.

(Y/N) curled up into herself. Feeling rather ashamed. Yet she was exhilarated. He was definitely the best she’d ever had, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Doflamingo could tell she was at war with herself. He cocked his head to the side, his smile fading.

“Is something the matter? Did I hurt you?” He reached out, rubbing his thumb on her inner thigh.

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m okay. It was… Good.”

“Just good?” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, head still cocked.

“It was better than good.” She breathed out, slightly disappointed in herself.

He grinned broadly at her statement.

“Good, I aim to please you.”

Doflamingo finally pulled himself from the bed and sauntered confidently towards the bathroom. (Y/N) couldn’t help but overlook his exquisite physique, specifically his toned, tight ass. Quickly she looked away, her face heating up. But before he closed the door, he turned to her, beckoning her with his finger, grinning deviously.

“Well come on, querida. We have to get cleaned up for dinner, can’t have you dripping all over the place now can we?” He taunted.

(Y/N) stood up from the bed, her legs still quivering as she made her way to the bathroom. As she passed, he firmly squeezed her ass. She shot him an embarrassed look as she entered.

During dinner, (Y/N) sat in her usual spot beside him at the head of the table with her head down as always, pushing food around on her plate. Their session left her feeling satisfied yet humiliated. She felt as if everyone there already knew what had happened between them. Doflamingo was absolutely radiant and in a fantastic mood. He even went as far as thanking the servant who poured his drink, which caused the whole table to raise a brow, even Crocodile.

Oh how she wished he would shut up. Doflamingo was always one to talk, but now that he was in a significantly better mood, he really didn’t shut up. Tonight there were no conversations about business that she had to drown out. No, tonight he rambled on about how well the party went. How he had made important connections.

She was mainly thankful that their dinner conversation wasn’t about the sex they just had. (Y/N) couldn’t even bring herself to look anyone in the eye. Especially Crocodile. His eyes remained fixed on her throughout dinner and yet no one but her seemed to notice. Did he hear them? Was she too loud? Those were the only thoughts racing through her mind.

Absolute shame and guilt was the only thing she was dining on tonight. But she couldn’t stop picturing his hands on her. Her body reacted every time an image of his face between her legs flashed across her brain. It sent a shiver straight to her core. Why did he have to be so good?

The feeling of fur wrapping around her ankle broke her from her thoughts. Karma had slithered her way under (Y/N)’s chair and had her tail curled around her ankle. She was begging for scraps as she always did. Karma had grown to be a spoiled cat within the months she had been living inside the house.

Doflamingo was never one to feed her, he always shooed her away like a pest. He typically would tsk, and scold (Y/N) for feeding the cat from her plate.

‘She won’t eat her own food if you do that.’ He would say, ‘you’ll spoil her rotten if you don’t quit that.’

But tonight, he was feeling rather generous. Dinner tonight was one of his favorite meals. Lobster thermidor. He picked a piece of the meat out of the shell and reached down beneath (Y/N)’s chair, making kissing noises to grab her attention. Karma immediately rushed to his side and ate the food right out his palm.

“Good girl.” He cooed, giving her a soft pat on the head.

“You’re in a good mood this evenin’ Doffy, what’s got you so giddy?” Trebol piped up curiously.

The rest of the table looked at Doflamingo, patiently waiting for an answer. The smile on his face faltered for a brief moment, his eyes flickered toward (Y/N) beneath his glasses as he gulped. He knew better than to run his mouth this time. If he did he may never get the opportunity to lay with her again.

“Oh, nothing in particular, just in a good mood is all. Can’t a man just enjoy his dinner without being questioned? Am I that miserable that you can’t fathom me being happy?” He said hastily, still smiling.

Nothing was going to ruin this for him.

“Oh— I— No! I didn’t mean it like that!” Trebol sputtered.

Doflamingo laughed heartily at his response, waving him off.

“I’m only joking.” He replied.

The table awkwardly chuckled along with him, looking at one another. Doflamingo was always an unpredictable man, but he had been increasingly strange since (Y/N)’s arrival. Everyone noticed. Everyone knew why but wouldn’t say. They wouldn’t dare. So far Trebol and Diamanté were the only ones bold enough to question him. Vergo was the only one brave enough to tell him the truth.

That night (Y/N) laid awake, curled up around one of his giant arms. It was like cuddling a full body. Doflamingo was snuggled up to her like she was his favorite teddy bear. Face buried in her neck. She felt content. Safe. Still a little embarrassed but that wasn’t what she was thinking about.

She missed them. Her crew. It was true she hadn’t known them long when they got separated, but she felt like they were her family. Like she could trust them with anything. She had no secrets when it came to them, no matter how crude or embarrassing. Except for what she had done before dinner. That felt unacceptable.

Every time she smoked she thought of Sanji. How he was always there to light her blunt at breakfast. How he would stay up late and make her snacks when she had the munchies. Some nights he would even sit up in the crows nest with her and get so high she’d have to help him down.

When she would drink she thought about all of the times she told Zoro that she didn’t drink. How she only drank on special occasions. She always sat right next to him with her fruity little drink that Sanji made her while he drank his nasty ass sake. She remembered her first shot of it. He made her take one and she nearly threw up over the side of the deck. He laughed so hard he did throw up.

Every time she went to the library, she picked up books that she thought Robin would like. She always kept the titles in mind so that when she saw her again, she could ask if she had read that one. Some of them she read. The two of them used to swap books and have a mini book club with just the two of them. They’d read the same book and go over it together when they both had finished. Robin always finished first. (Y/N) would always get distracted while trying to read.

She missed getting to wrestle with Luffy. He always took it easy on her and let her win. She’d always cheat and bite him to make him let go. He’d yell and then he would laugh, call her a ‘dirty cheater’ and smack her on the back, knocking her over. The two of them would later gorge on food like they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Usopp and Brook loved to gossip. The three of them would get together and talk about all the juicy secrets of their past and tell dramatic stories. The two men loved when (Y/N) would delve into stories of past High School drama. It was like their own personal little soap opera. Whenever they would stop at an island the three would giggle and talk about the strange looking people they saw. Making up fake lives and stories about them.

(Y/N) used to help Nami tend to her tangerine trees. (Y/N) had a little bit of knowledge about gardening and enjoyed lending a hand when she could. Not to mention the two of them loved to tease Sanji. They would send him for drinks constantly, tell him he was handsome just to see him blush, and sometimes they’d bend over on purpose just to make him squirm so they could laugh about it later.

Franky and her shared a love of cola. She would get high and have a craving for cherry cola and he of course was always happy to provide it for her. That and he loved her phone. He was always taking pictures of himself. When he first arrived her phone of course had already died and she of course didn’t have a charger, so he studied her phone, learned how it worked and built her one. She thanked him so many times he eventually told her to shut up.

And of course there was Chopper. (Y/N) loved helping him out. She had taken some science and anatomy classes back in school and they interested her greatly. Chopper was also interested in her knowledge in psychology. He also loved that she would coddle and baby him. She would feed him jellybeans and tell him how handsome he was. She took him seriously as a doctor but could also treat him like a baby when he wanted it.

Each one of them had a unique bond. Each one just as strong. She feared she would be utterly alone for the next two years if she didn’t learn to accept him. He clearly had no ill intent anymore. He just wanted to be loved like any other human. She snuggled deeper into his arm, latching around him with her arms and legs as if he’d run away in his sleep.

As her mind continued to wander she realized something. There were two perfectly good women here that she could befriend. Baby 5 and Violet. If she behaved well enough maybe Doflamingo would let her out of his sight long enough to bond with them. And maybe, just maybe, he could be her friend too.

Her eyes flickered upwards towards the bathroom door. Peering at the opened door in the dark. The moonlight reflected off of the frame, making it easier for her to look inside. Her phone stayed hidden inside the decorative vase in the window sill above the tub. The same tub that he had been inside many times.

She was going to have to tell him about the phone eventually. About where she really came from. Not to mention how she got here, or more like how she thought she got here. If she didn’t, he’d find out on his own. She’d let something slip on accident or he’d look in the vase. Then he’d probably kill her. That’s what she assumed anyways.

The next morning came quicker than she expected. She didn’t even notice she had fallen asleep until she felt Doflamingo pulling his arm from her grasp. He tried to be as gentle as possible to not wake her but she had always been a light sleeper. Her eyes shot open and she rolled over to face him. He looked almost guilty for waking her.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you but I have to pee.” He said sheepishly, his voice raspy.

“It’s okay.” she replied, her voice equally as raspy from sleep.

He didn’t get up. He just laid there on his side with a small smile on his face. His pupil in his good eye was dilated and he could feel his heart swell as he looked over her tired form. He wanted to speak but was afraid to ruin the moment. (Y/N) just stared at him confused looking and exhausted.

Her hair was a wreck and was sticking up in every direction. The bags under her eyes were paired with dark circles. Her skin felt oily and her mouth was dry. And none of that mattered to him because she was still the most beautiful woman he’d seen. And to make his day better, Crocodile would be leaving today.

Doflamingo let out a sigh before pulling the sheet off and going to the bathroom. (Y/N) was left sitting there with her thoughts. She needed a plan. She had to gain his trust. It wouldn’t be hard; all she needed to do was flirt a little and cling. She didn’t really have the stomach to flirt but maybe if she sat in his lap while he did his work, he’d like that.

So she did. Later that afternoon he had once again dragged her to his office so he could keep an eye on her and in his words ‘spend some time together.’ He just wanted to make sure she didn’t try to run off after yesterday's events. (Y/N) of course started out in her swing, book in hand as she rocked. She kept glancing up at him, occasionally catching his eye. He’d give her a toothy grin and then go back to whatever it was he was doing.

Her heart was in her throat at this point and her hands trembled as she turned the pages she wasn’t really reading. Not to mention she was starting to sweat.

‘Oh shit, I’m so fucking sweaty.’ She thought, panicked. ‘I probably stink. What if I stink? I can’t climb in his lap if I stink!'

Discreetly she sniffed one of her armpits. It smelled of the lavender scented deodorant he had picked out for her. She exhaled softly in relief. Her eyes continued to flicker from the pages to him. Each time she hoped he didn’t notice but of course he did. He always knew.

Eventually, she choked down her courage and stood. He froze, his eyes darting in her direction. She didn’t immediately move towards him; she just awkwardly stood there. He didn’t say anything either, just watched. She took a step, then another. Each one slower than the last until she stood right next to his chair. He spun the chair to face her, legs wide open.

“Yes? Do you need something, pajarito?” He asked as if he already knew the answer, that smug grin on his face as always.

(Y/N) nodded once, avoiding his face. She swallowed hard and placed a hand on his knee. Doflamingo looked down, brows raised, and smile gone. He was clearly surprised. She then began to climb up on him. He leaned back with his hands in the air, giving her space to climb up, unsure of what she was even doing.

She curled up into his lap, wrapping her legs around him and burying her face in his sternum. His shirt was unbuttoned like it always was. His bare face was pressed to his chiseled torso. He was warm and smelled amazing. She could feel his heartbeat. It was fast. He was nervous. Or excited. She wasn’t sure.

Her arms were firmly tucked around him and his were hovering. He wanted to embrace her but was so caught off guard by her sudden affection he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him. Slowly, he lowered his arms to rest around her. One hand placed on her hip and the other on the small of her back. He held her like he was afraid she’d bite him. Like she was a feral animal. Almost as if he were frightened of her.

“What are you doing?” He said cautiously, staring down at the top of her head.

She didn’t answer immediately. She just kept her face hidden in his chest. Then she shrugged her shoulders and made a noise. Then she looked up with those sweet (E/C) eyes, batted her long lashes and mumbled to him.

“I just wanna sit here. Do you want me to leave?” She murmured into his skin.

Her hot breath made him tingle and the way she looked at him made his pulse increase and his palms sweat. It was like he was a teenage boy with his first crush.

“No. Stay.” He commanded, his grip on her tightening.

(Y/N) reburied her face in his chest and made a satisfied sound. Doflamingo on the other hand just scooted his chair back up to the desk and attempted to get back to work. Every time she shifted in his lap it made his heart leap into his throat and his pants tighten.

Soon he felt her begin to fall asleep. Her body grew heavy and her breathing was shallow. Her grip on him wasn’t nearly as tight anymore. The only sound in the room now was his pen on paper and her rhythmic breathing. That was until a soft knocking came at his door.

Doflamingo's head shot up, his grip firm on her. (Y/N) was far too asleep to notice. The person on the other side didn’t even give him the time to answer before the hinges creaked open. There before him stood Crocodile, smug as ever.

The man’s eyes flickered down to the girl in his lap. A smirk grew instantaneously. He walked farther into the room, plopping down in the chair across from his desk, without invitation of course. He pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it with a golden lighter he pulled from the opposite coat pocket.

“What do you want?” Doflamingo whispered hastily, clearly irritated.

“I’m leaving tonight, and I wanted to talk to you before I leave.” Crocodile spoke casually.

“About what? Make it quick.” Doflamingo whispered again as he glanced down to make sure she was sleeping still.

“Your little friend there,” he pointed down at the sleeping girl, “shouldn’t be trusted.”

He didn’t even bother to lower his tone as he spoke. He took a long drag of his cigar, giving Doflamingo time to speak but he didn’t. He wanted Crocodile to continue. So he did.

“She’s hiding things from you. Not to mention, she’s playing you like a damn fiddle.” He continued.

“I suggest you mind your own business.” Doflamingo said through gritted teeth.

“Fine.” Crocodile chuckled out, shaking his head. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The man stood to leave the room. Just as he got to the door he stopped, hand on the knob.

“But I do think you should know, there are a lot of… Rumors about her.” Crocodile spoke over his shoulder.

“Rumors?” Doflamingo questioned. “What kind of rumors?” He peered down at the woman in his lap who appeared to be sleeping.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing.” Crocodile waved him off. “Just that there’s something wrong with her, that she’s strange. I heard someone even call her a witch. But I’m sure it’s nothing.” He smirked. “Well, I guess I ought to get out of your hair and leave you to your…” He looked down at her again. “Pet.”

Doflamingo stayed silent as Crocodile watched out of the door, letting it shut softly behind him. His jaw was tight, and he was trembling out of anger. How dare he? How dare he come into his own and talk rumors about his woman? A witch? How ridiculous.

The girl was strange alright. Most definitely a liar. Of course she had secrets. Who didn’t? He’d figure it all out eventually. Slowly, he felt he was gaining her trust. She’d opened up soon, he could feel it. But what he couldn’t feel was that she had been awake and listening the whole time.

#doflamingo one piece #doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo #one piece #doflamingo smut #doflamingo x y/n #doflamingo x you #op doflamingo #ao3fic #doffy

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queef-of-fortune · 1 month ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Fifty:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

TW‼️: NSFW

(I’m not a good smut writer lol, bear with me.)

(Y/N) sat in the middle of the floor; blood stained underneath her fingernails. She stared down at the pile of splinters she pulled from his fist, mangled and blood-soaked. A wide range of emotions coursed through her veins. Remorse, anger, pride. Mainly guilt.

She felt awful for turning him down, yet there was a sense of pride beneath it all. How could she, a nobody, pull the attention of someone like him? All powerful and beautiful. She didn’t want to want him. But part of her already did. And that’s what made her angry. That and his claim on her.

Who did he think he was talking to her that way? Acting like she owed him something. Calling her a bitch? That really set her off. If anybody was a bitch it was him. Punching walls and crying until he got what he wanted. He was childish and repulsive. She hated him. More like she wanted to hate him.

In all honesty she knew she had nowhere to go. And it was in her best interest to stay put. He gave her food and a roof over her head. She should be grateful. Hell, she would be grateful if he wasn’t holding her hostage.

He could be sweet when he wanted to be, but he could also be unreasonably cruel. Not to mention she hated the company he kept around. Especially Trebol. But he even defended her against him.

Maybe she should apologize and give him what he so desperately craved. She didn’t have to mean it. She just had to play the part. She didn’t have to love him. The problem was, her pride wouldn’t allow her to walk up and apologize.

Something else that concerned her was that what if she gave in and let him have her, would he still be interested? Would he soon get bored? Was this all a game to him? Would he toss her to the curb as soon as she let him in?

Those tears were real. That much was evident to her. She had an immense fear of rejection. One that she’d never admit out loud. She had a tendency to push and pull in all of her relationships, not just romantic ones. Even with the crew. She loved them dearly and they loved her, but it was hard to get close to anyone. Even when she wanted to.

Doflamingo was someone you didn’t want to get close to. He wasn’t trustworthy or reliable. He could turn on her at any given moment. Yet he made her feel so ungrateful. Maybe he was right. Maybe he deserved better treatment. She wasn’t even sure of herself anymore. How could she treat him well when she didn’t want to?

(Y/N) was too prideful to belong to anyone. She was always her own person. Alone. It was easier that way. Even when she had a boyfriend. She still felt alone. And part of her liked to be alone. But another part of her craved to be loved so badly. Loved in the same way she loved. And so far, he was the only one capable of it.

He absolutely terrified her. He was so unpredictable. He never hit her but he had become physical in other ways on more than one occasion. She knew she needed to get stronger. She had to be able to hold her own against him in some way. But how? He was always watching.

Doflamingo sat in his office chair, the room was now polished to perfection. The servants did an immaculate job cleaning up his tantrum. No more glass in the rugs, the liquor stain was even scrubbed clean. His head was laid on the desk, arms secured around his head.

He hated himself. Why wasn’t he enough for her? What more could he do to show her how in love he was. He didn’t have to know her life story to know that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He’d never been so obsessed with anyone. And to think it started well before he met her.

He would never have even known her name if it wasn’t for that idiot captain of hers. If he hadn’t taken down Crocodile—

Fuck, he’s still here.

Doflamingo had almost forgotten about their unwanted guest. He never figured out his true intentions and he’s just been letting him run wild amongst the palace all because he was busy chasing a woman who hated his guts. He groaned loudly to himself. He didn’t even want to chase after anyone else. He had already warned Crocodile and he hoped that it was enough.

Besides, it was his last night here. He’d be gone by tomorrow after dinner. Speaking of which, it was almost time for dinner now. He needed to clean himself up, but he was afraid to go back to the room where she was. He didn’t want to see her yet. He was embarrassed.

He stood from his chair, legs shaking beneath him. His bandaged hand throbbed painfully. He needed a bath and some time to think. He reeked of sweat, booze, and self-loathing. Quickly, he wiped the stained tears from his cheeks and headed out of the door. He was careful not to be seen by anyone. Not even the servants.

(Y/N) never left her spot on the floor. It had been hours and still she hadn’t moved. The sun was beginning to set, leaving the room sheathed by darkness. Karma had crawled out from under the bed some time ago. She had curled up onto the bed, on Doflamingo’s pillow like she always did. The only sound in the room was her shallow breathing and the clock ticking on the wall behind her.

That’s when she heard a pair over oversized feet making their way down the hall. Her breathing stopped so she could hear better. She already knew who it was and it made her nervous. She wasn’t ready to see him. Then the knob turned as the door creaked open. He opened the door fully, letting the light of the hall spill into the room.

When he finally stepped inside, he didn’t see her sitting in the center of the room at first. She had her knees pulled up to her face, which was buried. Her hair was stringy and standing up in every direction. He swallowed hard. Walking around her without a word. The bathroom door shut behind him but he didn’t lock it. Part of him hoped she’d come in.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, (Y/N) pulled her face from her knees, staring at the light that seeped from the crack underneath the door. She could see his shadow moving beyond the door. Then she heard the sound of water filling the tub. She needed to try and make amends with him.

Doflamingo caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was disgusting looking. Blood was staining through his gauze. His hair was a wreck. Tears stained his face. He didn’t even want to know what he looked like beneath the glasses yet he took them off anyways. His eyes looked hollow. Broken.

When the water had risen to his liking, he stripped himself bare and stepped inside, letting the scalding water envelop him. He sank down in the massive tub, practically drowning himself. He was completely submerged in the water when he heard something. A knock.

Before Doflamingo could pull himself from the water the door creaked open quietly. When he finally reemerged, there she was. (Y/N) stood in the center of the bathroom, two glasses of red wine in her hands. Her face was void of emotion, but this was obviously her way of apologizing.

The two of them stared at one another awkwardly for a moment, completely unsure of what to say. They waited for the other one to speak for a moment then she swallowed her pride and finally did.

“You okay?” (Y/N) mumbled, staring at his bandaged hand that hung over the edge of the tub.

“I’m fine.” He huffed.

She stood there uncomfortably for a moment, both glasses still in her hand. She set them down on the edge of the sink before walking closer to him. The tub wall was hip high for her as she leaned against it. She began to examine his injured hand, taking it in both of hers.

“You really should’ve changed these bandages.” She said quietly, her eyes never leaving his hand.

She slowly began to unwrap his hand and he didn’t stop her. Her touch was soft like a mothers as she tended to the wound she caused. She grabbed fresh gauze from the closet and rewrapped him once he was clean. He flexed his newly bandaged hand.

“Thank you.” He said coldly.

Doflamingo was still hurt. And not just physically. She wounded his pride and broke his heart. How could she just waltz in here with two glasses of wine and take care of him like she hadn’t just wrecked his whole world. And yet he didn’t want her to leave. He never wanted her to leave.

She reached over and grabbed his glass and placed it in his good hand. Reluctantly, he took it but didn’t drink. He just stared at the glass's contents, trying to avoid her eyes. That’s when she did something he never expected. Slowly she pulled her shirt over her head.

Her chest was now completely bare, nipples pert in the cool air. Then she pulled her shorts down too, now completely naked before him. He stared at her, mouth open and in awe. There was no lust, only pure love in his eyes as she stripped before him.

She grabbed her glass of wine and sauntered towards the tub, climbing inside. One foot at a time. She sat across from him in the tub, submerging herself to her chest. His eyes never left her form once.

“Beautiful…” He murmured, bringing the wine up to his lips as he watched.

(Y/N)’s legs extended slowly, her foot brushing against his ankle. It made a chill run up his spine. She stared at him, her siren-like eyes pulling him in. He could drown in them. They were drowsy and glazed over yet they held a seductive lure. It was obvious what she was trying to do and he was falling for it anyways.

Their eyes never left one another's as she drained her glass, the crimson liquid coated her mouth. He watched as she licked the remnants from her pouty bottom lip. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap and taste the wine on her tongue. But he was on thin ice as is and he needed to restrain himself. His earlier buzz was now beginning to fade and his nerves were rearing their ugly head. He followed suit and downed his drink as well. Both of their glasses clanked down on the side of the tub simultaneously. Doflamingo leaned forwards slightly, careful not to get too close. He wanted to be near her so badly it hurt.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” He whispered.

“I thought you were going to hit me.” She replied softly.

Doflamingo gulped and leaned back. Clearly ashamed of himself. He looked down.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“You wanted to, didn't you? To hit me?” She asked unapologetically, her eyes never leaving his guilty frame.

He hesitated.

“No.” He lied.

The truth is he did want to hit her back in the library. It wasn’t out of anger or hatred for her. It wasn’t because of her rejection or the way she talked back to him. It was out of pure instinct. He was so used to destroying whatever or whoever defied him. He beat everyone into submission. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it to her. He’d hurt her enough without laying a hand on her.

“Liar.” She said bluntly. “I’d hit me. Why didn’t you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer.

He looked stunned by her answer. His mouth was open and his brow was furrowed. Did she want to be hit? He thought. Did she feel like she deserved it? What kind of game was she playing this time?

“Don’t do this, (Y/N).” He spoke softly, the softest she’d ever heard.

“Don’t do what?” She tempted him. “I’m just asking a question.”

He remained silent. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. But he knew she wouldn’t quit until she got him riled up again. That’s what she always wanted. To piss him off. But then again, why would she come to him to pick a fight? She was a strange girl and he had no answers for most of her unpredictable behavior.

Then she did something even more unpredictable. She waded through the water towards him. Through the bubbles and between his legs. She climbed him like a tree, pulling herself up by his broad shoulders. Her legs were firmly wrapped around his ribs to hold her in place. Her face was now level with his. She had both her arms around his neck.

“Answer me.” She demanded, only inches from his face. “You want to hit me don’t you? Then do it.”

“I don’t want to hit you.”

“Liar.”

“Please stop.”

“Stop what?”

He didn’t know. He just wanted her to stop. She was so confusing. She climbed all over him and was begging for him to hit her. What the hell was this?

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, please know that I never meant to... I just wanted you so bad.” He pleaded, now holding her underneath, both hands splayed over her ass, thumbs pressed into her hips.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized out of the blue.

“Sorry? For what?”

“For being so mean. I could’ve been nicer.” Her voice was just as soft as his in this moment.

(Y/N) didn’t know what was going through her head right now. She was acting so impulsively that it surprised even her. She was just there, going through the motions. The smell of his cologne clung to his neck. It was something masculine mixed with sandalwood. That and the smell of wine was on his breath.

“It’s okay,” he said. “don’t be sorry.”

His face moved closer. So did hers. They were mere centimeters away now. She took the opportunity to cradle his face with one of her hands. That’s when it happened. Their lips finally met. At first neither of them moved, they just stayed like that with their lips pressed together.

He kissed first. As he always did. Sparks ignited in both of them. It was even more passionate than New Year's Eve. After a few seconds of harmless kissing, his tongue licked at her bottom lip, practically begging for entry. When she opened her mouth, she greedily put in his tongue, entangling her with his. He groaned in her mouth, and she swallowed it whole.

She moved her hand from his face to his hair, gripping a handful. He groaned again, this one almost a whimper. He needed this. Needed her. He squeezed her ass with both hands, feeling the plush flesh in his palms. He could fit each one of her cheeks in his massive hands.

Next thing he knew, her teeth were viciously pulling at his bottom lip. She pulled back far enough that it snapped back when she let go. Then she went right back in, sloppy and needy. He let his hands wander her body, starting up her back. He felt every inch and notch in her spine. Then the curve of her waist. He wrapped his big arms around her, pressing her hard to his chest. Squeezing her a little too tight.

Doflamingo couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, keeping her tangled around him. He received a gasp in return but she didn’t stop and neither did he as he stepped out of the tub. He carried her all the way back to the bed before tossing her down on her back. He licked his lips eagerly as he watched her breasts bounce. He was a starving man and she was his favorite meal.

The man practically pounced on her. His kisses trailed from her lips all down her body. Each kiss left a wet heat in his wake, sending chills all over her body. He went back to her chest, leaving his mark all over the both of them as he squeezed and nipped at her flesh. She couldn’t help but moan and arch upwards.

Her stomach was next. Down by her hips bones were now two large bruises in the shape of his mouth. One on each side. His unnaturally long tongue trailed upwards from her belly to her tit. He kissed both breasts gently, then rough, biting and sucking before he finally stayed put on her right nipple. He played with the left one, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. She whined and gasped as he played with her.

This was the second time she’d allowed him to crawl on top of her. Two and half technically. Only this time was going to go further, and she knew it. (Y/N) loved to wrap her fingers around his short, golden locks to hear him grumble. With her other hand she scratched at his shoulders.

He popped her breast from his mouth and began to move down south. Kissing and licking his way down her stomach. He teased her. Kissing gently, just barely grazing his lips on her inner thighs. It made her twitch and whimper. His eyes never left her face the entire time. He wanted to see her come apart beneath him. He’d been waiting for this for a lifetime.

“Please…” She whispered in a quiet moan.

Her pathetic begging was music to his ears.

“Please what, pajarito?” He teased, grinning ear to ear mischievously.

She hesitated. Her pride getting the better of her. It was hard to deny how badly she wanted him. She was scared but God was she turned on. Her heart was throbbing just as much as her core. She needed this. Needed him. It was the least he could do after all.

“Fuck me.” She breathed out, avoiding his eyes as she stared up at the ceiling.

She could feel his breath on her thighs. His hands completely covered them as he ripped them apart, immediately diving in. As soon as his warm mouth enveloped her wet heat she gasped, gripping the sheets beneath her. His tongue and lips immediately found her sweet spot, and he groaned against her, sending a chilling vibration throughout her whole body.

His eyes were still on her. Her lips were parted, eyes heavy and glazed over in pleasure. Doflamingo drank it all in. Her pale skin now flush. The way she grabbed fistfuls of her own hair. How she arched her back every time he moaned into her. And fuck, how her thighs trembled, her leg shaking like a dog when you scratch the right spot. It only further aroused him.

He reached up with one hand and palmed one of her breasts. With the other hand, he grabbed her leg and threw it over his shoulder then almost immediately and without warning, he shoved one of his massive fingers inside her, curling it and pumping vigorously. (Y/N) practically screamed as he began to fuck her mercilessly with his finger. Her back arched and her cunt clenched tightly around his digit.

“Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” She cried out, her nails biting into the mattress.

She was close. She could feel it building in her gut. She was beginning to tighten and convulse around him. That’s when he added in a second finger.

“Come for me, my love. Come in my mouth.” He panted out against her eagerly.

And so she did. Her clit twitched uncontrollably under his tongue. Her pussy milked his fingers as they left them slick with her wet.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! AAHH!” She screamed out, back completely arched and shaking.

He slowly pulled his fingers from her soaked and pulsing core, his mouth still latched to her clit as she rode out her orgasm, whimpering and whining as she did so. With a sloppy pop, he released her from his mouth, licking his lips with a smile. Doflamingo sucked his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he moaned.

He didn’t give her a chance for clarity to set in before he climbed over top of her. Doflamingo crashed his lips into hers immediately, delving his tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself. It was tangy and sweet as she kissed him back. Then he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

Their eyes met. It was just them. Entangled with one another. He was dripping with arousal. He wanted her so bad, but he feared for her safety. After all, he was ten feet tall and twice her size. He was an endowed man even for his size. Not to brag but he was packing. His dick was nearly the size of her forearm.

(Y/N) knew this. She had seen it on many occasions. It was cut, long, thick, warm pink at the tip with protruding blue veins. He throbbed with anticipation as he hovered over her. Precum dripped from his tip onto her thigh.

“Is this what you want?” He whispered against her lips.

She paused, thinking hard about it.

“Yes. Just be slow.” She reached out to caress his cheek.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Then he grabbed himself, guiding himself between her thighs. He rubbed his shaft in her folds, covering himself in her slick. Doflamingo pressed the head to her hole as he met her eyes again.

“Are you ready?” He asked gently.

(Y/N) gulped then nodded. She grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself. Then he did it. He slowly pushed himself inside her. Not fully, only just under the head but that was certainly enough to make her holler. (Y/N) gasped loudly, digging her nails into his shoulders so hard he winced.

“Fuck…” She murmured out.

He stayed still for a moment, allowing her to stretch and adjust to his size.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” He asked, concerned.

She shook her head.

“No, keep going. I’m okay.” She lied.

It hurt. Hurt like her first time. But it was okay. She’d be damned if she looked weak in front of him. Not to mention this is what she wanted. She wanted to feel him. To fuck him. To be fucked by him. He nodded and pushed himself further in. He kept going until he hit her cervix then he stopped. He didn’t thrust. Not yet anyways.

He couldn’t fully fit inside her tight heat. Only the base of his cock remained unsheathed. But God was it enough for him. Her pussy was so warm and wet it completely enveloped him. He’d never been so kind and gentle to a lover before. He always mercilessly pounded away to the sounds of their painful cries. So many women thought they could take him and none of them could. But she seemed to be able to.

“So fucking wet…” He groaned, throwing his head back.

Slowly, he began to rock his hips into hers, careful not to hurt her further. Slowly she started to adjust. The pain now mixing with pleasure. He was so big that he managed to hit every spot at once. It made her see stars. (Y/N) quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her thighs around his hips, pulling him closer.

The two of them shared a passionate kiss as he fucked her. His cock throbbed so hard she could feel it in her walls. It only took about a minute and a half of him pumping into her before he felt his own climax rising. He had never finished so quickly in his life. With one final pump—

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)… Fuck…!” He quaked and moaned as his cock spurted inside her.

His balls practically went up inside him he came so hard. She could feel his cum coating her insides. She had never had a man come inside her before. It felt fucking amazing. The feeling of being claimed overwhelmed her and she pushed her hips against his, clenching around his dick which in turn made him cry out and shiver.

Doflamingo hovered over her, panting and sweating. Still buried deeply inside her. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, leaving a wet imprint on her skin. She looked up at him adoringly so. It made his heart leap. Without even pulling out of her, he whispered against her lips—

“I love you.”

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-nine:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

“I’m in love with you.”

His words played on repeat in her mind. Her face was blank, but her mind was racing. She didn’t say anything at first. Just stared down at him as he tried to look smaller, less menacing even though he stood taller than her on his knees. He lowered his face into her lap. Chin pressed to her bare thighs. Doflamingo stared up at her like an expectant child.

“No.”

That was all she said in return.

“No?” He repeated.

He looked appalled, shocked, even hurt. He lifted his head from her lap just enough so that his head was no longer resting. But his grip on her much smaller hands tightened. He knew she’d try and pull away. He wouldn’t let her. Not yet.

“W-wha— No? I, I don’t…” He sputtered in disbelief.

Doflamingo looked pale. Like he was going to barf all over her.

“I said no.” She repeated herself with no explanation.

“No, what?” He asked in confusion.

“You don’t get to say that to me like you mean it.” She said softly but not any less convincing.

“I’ve never said this to anyone. Not even as a lie.” Doflamingo tried to frantically sound believable.

(Y/N) swallowed, looking down on him like he was something pathetic yet fragile. Her expression was always so unreadable to him, and it drove him insane. He wanted to understand her. To understand why she wouldn’t just accept him.

“You just want to own me, to control me. I’m just a toy to you. A collectible. You don’t love me. You’re not capable of loving.” Her words sliced through him like they were his own strings.

His mouth was open slightly. His heart thudded achingly so in his chest. Why was she hurting him like this? Was this her revenge? Did she want to see him suffer? Doflamingo was too hurt to be angry. But he didn’t like to be called a liar.

“No. No!” His face contorted from sadness to gut wrenching pain as he slammed both of his fists on the armrests of her chair, making her jump. “I am not going to sit here and let you call me a liar.” He seethed.

(Y/N)’s eyes were now wide, her pulse racing in fear. Was he going to hit her? He’d never hit her before, but she wouldn’t put it past him. Her hands sat limply in her lap where he had left them, scared to even move.

“Then don’t lie to me.” She said despite her fear.

Doflamingo didn’t answer immediately. He just narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw as he gripped the arms of the chair so hard they creaked and cracked under him.

“I would never lie to you about that…” He paused for a moment, then he looked down at the floor. “I’ve never laid my heart out this way before and this is what I get for it.” He said through gritted teeth just loud enough for her to hear.

He then looked up at her, his glasses sliding down his nose so much so that his eyes were bare to her. His gaze pierced through her soul, making her squirm in her seat.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel something for me.” His gravelly voice cracked.

“I don’t know what I feel, but I do know that you don’t love me.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly though she kept her head high.

In an instant, he stood at full height, startling her and causing her to flinch. He was done groveling. Doflamingo still gripped the armchair, caging her in. He stared down, his face now shadowed and terrifying.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growled.

(Y/N) refused to back down from him. In a flash, she stood up in the chair, only coming up to his chest now. Doflamingo looked surprised for a split second before releasing the chair. She stood on her toes to get as close to his face as she could. She stared up, eyes narrowed, and head tilted back.

“And you know nothing about me, so how can you claim to love me? You don’t even know me!” She defended.

“I’m trying to get to know you! But you won’t let me in!” He yelled in return.

(Y/N) still didn’t back down. She was just waiting. Waiting for him to take a swing at her. She knew she couldn’t win, but it wouldn’t stop her from trying. She was so close to him she could hear his heartbeat. It pounded irregularly in his broad chest.

“Why would I!?” She matched his tone. “You are quite literally holding me hostage!”

Hostage.

She’d been here so long he had almost forgotten that she was in fact a hostage. No wonder she didn’t believe him. Nonetheless he couldn’t calm his rage.

“I gave you everything! A home, food, clothes, a pet! And what did I get in return? A mouthy little, ungrateful bitch!” He hissed, getting in her face.

(Y/N)’s face contorted in anger.

“I wonder fucking why!?” She got an inch from his face.

He backed up but didn't fully retreat. He held back his right hand. He wanted to hit her. To strike her down like he did everyone who defied him. Yet he couldn’t do it. More like, he knew better. Doflamingo was now shaking in anger. He didn’t know what to think or say. He always had some witty or hateful comeback. But not this time.

Instead he snatched her up by the collar of her shirt, before dragging her out of the chair she stood in. He threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before it even registered in her brain.

“What the fuck!?” She screamed, kicking and punching.

(Y/N) continued to punch him in the center of his back, kicking him hard in the chest but he didn’t budge. He just walked out of the library with her cursing him, unable to free herself from his grasp. He had no idea where he was going with her. He just needed to show her how much he loved her.

He’d shown her the scrapbook. He’d bought her a new wardrobe. He fed her the best food money could buy. Gave her a palace to roam. He even gave her a companion. Not to mention he clearly was willing to go down on her and expect nothing in return. So why did she not believe him?

Thoughts bounced around his brain recklessly as he walked quickly through the palace. He was not exempt from the wild stares of the family and servants. Not that he paid them any mind. He ignored everyone he passed. Even Trebol who seemed elated by (Y/N)’s current state. He was always hoping to see her in trouble.

Doflamingo eventually found himself outside of his private quarters. He kicked open the doors, letting them slam closed once he had entered. After locking the door behind him, he tossed her down onto the bed like a ragdoll. She practically bounced off due to the force at which he threw her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” She demanded an explanation, staring up fiercely at him.

Doflamingo didn’t know what to do or say. He just paced the room. His hand covering the lower half of his face. How could he show her how much he wanted her without letting her go? She didn’t really want to be let go. Right?

“What? Now you don’t have shit to say!?” She snapped, standing up on the bed with her hands on her hips, her bare feet sinking into the mattress.

He didn’t answer, he just kept pacing.

“Oh, don’t ignore me now, you had so much to say a minute ago!” She continued.

Without warning, he slammed his fist into the window frame, shattering the wood into splinters. Karma, who was hiding behind the curtains in the window, darted out and hid underneath the bed. Doflamingo’s hand was bloodied and had pieces of wood stuck in his skin. He hung it limply at his side.

As soon as his fist made contact with the wood, (Y/N) gasped, shutting her eyes tightly for a brief second. When she opened them again, he was sitting on the floor, head hanging low and legs spread across the carpet.

(Y/N) slowly climbed down from the bed, taking quiet, short steps towards him. Her anger was now a mixture of fear and somewhat guilt. She clearly had pushed him over the edge, and she was sure she was next. She stood in front of him, standing between his legs, now as tall as him.

That’s when she heard it. a sniffle. He was crying. She sighed, rolling her eyes. She promptly crossed her arms over her chest and walked away from him. Then she made her way to the bathroom but she didn’t shut the door.

From inside, he could hear her rustling around. After a moment, she returned. She plopped down between his legs. He then raised his head, glasses crooked and tears staining his face as his bottom lip quivered. She had brought supplies to clean his wound. Tweezers, bandages, antiseptic, a warm rag and towels.

“You’re a stupid piece of shit.” She said boldly.

He didn’t reply. He knew she was right. Doflamingo raised up his hand limply, like a dog who hurt his paw. (Y/N) gently took his hand in hers and took the warm rag to it, cleaning the blood that seeped from his wounds, staining the carpet. Then she took the tweezers and began to pluck each splinter out silently.

Once he was cleaned up, she began to wrap him. The whole time she mumbled profanities under her breath. Nothing he could make out but he knew she was frustrated. Yet here she was, tending the wounds caused by their argument.

Doflamingo stared at her. Lips parted in awe, glasses ready to fall off of his face as tears streamed down his cheeks. Without warning, he grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her to him roughly. As she began to protest, he crashed his lips into hers forcefully.

(Y/N) tried to pull back, her cries muffled by his much larger mouth. Yet he held her firmly to him. He removed one hand from her head and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her flush against him. He released his other hand from her head and wrapped one of her legs around his chest, making it impossible for her to escape.

She eventually managed to pull her face back from his, panting and irritated. She couldn’t lie. The way he wrapped his tongue around hers made her core pulse with excitement.

But she couldn’t give in to him. Not again.

He didn’t let go of her however, he kept her bound to him tightly. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go no matter how much she tried to pull away.

“Let me go.” She protested calmly.

“No.” He barely managed to speak out.

“Let. Me. Go.” She snarled this time.

“Please, just say it. Just once.. you don’t have to mean it.” He begged, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.

Doflamingo buried his face in her neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses in his wake.

“Doffy, I said let go.” She said, trying to push his head off of her.

(Y/N) wasn’t being as rough with him as she should have been. A part of her liked it. A part of her wanted to hear him beg. It made her feel cruel yet all-powerful. She wondered if this is how he felt. He had so many people in the palm of his hand. And here he was, a mere puddle in hers.

“Say it and I’ll stop.” He lied, breathing heavily into her neck.

His breath was hot against her skin. His lips were damp, and a string of saliva connected them to her collarbone. His hands firmly remained around her hips, holding her much smaller body against his. He practically swallowed her whole. He felt so safe in the crook of her neck. He didn’t want to leave. He wouldn’t leave.

“Say it.” He begged again, this time more demanding.

“I can’t.” She retorted, no longer fighting.

“You don’t have to mean it, I just want to know what it sounds like.” He whispered against her skin, giving her goosebumps all over her body.

He began to suck and bite at her flesh, moaning with her skin in his mouth. She couldn’t help but to moan with him. She gripped his shoulder with one hand, weakly pushing him back but he didn’t stop. Doflamingo reveled at the sweet sounds she made.

“I mean it, stop it.” She warned unconvincingly

“Why? You like it.” He purred.

“Doffy…” (Y/N) whined. “Please…”

“Please what, Pajarito?” His confidence was slowly returning.

“Don’t do this.” She whimpered.

“You want this, I want this, we want this. Let me have you completely.” He groaned into her neck.

Once he pulled back there was already a puffy purple bruise starting to form in the shape of his mouth. It took up almost the whole side of her neck, making her look like she’d been beat. Doflamingo reached up with his injured had, removing his glasses from his face and giving them a toss without looking.

His eyes were glossed over and bloodshot. They held so much emotion that they were hard to read. Guilt, love, hatred, desire, hurt. It was beautifully tragic. No, he was beautifully tragic. (Y/N)’s eyes were half-lidded and brimmed with tears at this point. She was beyond conflicted. Did she want him? No, of course not.

“We are nothing alike.” She spat.

“We’re more alike than you know.” He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“No, you only want to take what doesn’t belong to you. You only want to conquer.” She replied, smacking his hand away that lingered a little too long.

Doflamingo grabbed her wrist before leaning back in.

“We both destroy things. Admit it. I destroy kingdoms and you destroy yourself.” He whispered against her lips.

That left her speechless. For once she didn’t have anything to say. She knew he was right. (Y/N) was always self-destructive. Especially since she got here. That’s all he knew of her. All she had done in the past four months was smoke and drink. Hell, she was high right now.

“Don’t do this. Don’t pull away from me. I’m the best thing you have. I’ll always care for you; you won’t lift a finger when I’m around.” He said, his lips pressed to hers as he murmured.

“I can’t, have to leave. I have obligations. A crew.” She pulled back just slightly.

“Not for the next two years. Just stay here, with me. If you want to leave in two years, I won’t stop you. Just let me love you until you go.” He muttered, setting her back down on the floor between his legs, finally releasing her.

Then he stood, leaving her there on the floor. He walked over to where he tossed his glasses, bending over to pick them up. He shoved the glasses back onto his face before turning to look at her again.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it. You know where to find me if you need anything.” And with that he left the room, leaving her sitting in a pile of medical supplies and his blood.

#doflamingo one piece #doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo #one piece #doflamingo smut #doflamingo x y/n #doflamingo x you #op doflamingo #ao3fic #doffy

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-eight:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Crocodile found himself idly wandering the halls of the palace after his confrontation with Doflamingo. He was rather bored and looking for some form of entertainment. His cigar hung loosely from his lips, ember burning brightly at the tip as he puffed lazily. His steps were slow and calculated as he meandered through the corridors. That was until he found himself standing outside the double doors of the library.

(Y/N) sat inside the library, tucked away in her usual chair. Feet curled up and bare as she scanned the letter over and over again from inside her book. Then she heard the familiar creak of the wooden doors opening. Quickly, she folded the letter up and shoved it in between the pages. She expected Doflamingo and was surprised to hear the sound of unfamiliar footsteps.

As Crocodile rounded the corner of one of the bookshelves, (Y/N) felt a mixture of relief and dread wash over her. She grasped at the edges of her book, her body tensing as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the unwelcomed man. This was her space, and she didn’t want him in it. She shut the book and placed it on the nearby side table, crossing her arms over her chest.

Crocodile looked almost surprised to see her. If only he wasn’t wearing his usual smug expression. He smirked, leaning against the shelf.

“Didn’t mean to disturb you.” He said, holding up his hand and hook in defense. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here. I’ll just grab something and go,”

(Y/N) didn’t say a word, just watched as he walked away and disappeared in between the shelves. She didn’t reopen her book. She just stared at the place he just was, expecting him to return. It was as if she couldn’t fully relax when another person was in the room. And that didn’t just apply to Doflamingo. The sounds of him picking up books could be heard as the room was completely silent otherwise. Occasionally he would even hum to himself.

Crocodile then came back into view, a rather large book in hand. She couldn’t make out what the dusty cover said but it wasn’t like she cared anyways. He stopped a few feet in front of her, turning and giving a smirk as he prepared to depart from the library, holding his book up indicating he found what he was looking for. He turned and took a few steps before looking back over his shoulder at her.

“Let me ask you something.” His raspy voice spoke out.

She didn’t answer, just stared. Not unwillingly but uncomfortable.

“What’s a girl like you really doing here? Because our friend seems to think you want to be here. Is that true?” He asked curiously, sounding like he already knew the answer.

(Y/N) gulped, hesitating to answer. She looked down at the book in her lap, fingers grazing the cover.

“I’m not here by choice if that’s what you want to know. But you already knew that.” She sneered.

And she was right. He did know that. It was evident the night of the party.

“Then why stay?” He turned fully to face her finally, tucking the book under his arm and removing the cigar from his teeth,

“Where else am I supposed to go? Not like he’d let me even if I had somewhere to go. He’d just find me and bring me back. He had resources I don’t.” She replied.

“Hmph, guess you’re right about that.” He chuckled out, shaking his head.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Doflamingo was right outside the library door, listening and waiting. Her words were like a knife in his chest. Did she really not want to be here? No, she was just telling herself that. He pressed his ear to the door to hear the muffled words between the two of them.

“You know that captain of yours really is something else.” Crocodile said.

“That’s one way to say it.” She retorted, still guarded.

Crocodile decided to take a seat across from her, putting his cigar out in the ashtray. He leaned back comfortably, crossing one leg over the other with his arms outstretched on the arms of the chair.

“Can’t say that I forgive him for stripping me of my title and kingdom but oh well I suppose, I’m free again thanks to him.” He said rather nonchalantly.

(Y/N) didn’t reply this time. She didn’t know much of the incident that went on at Ace’s execution so she couldn’t comment on much. Doflamingo made sure to keep her in the dark as much as possible. She didn’t want to ask too many questions either. All she knew is that he wasn’t a man she wanted to be acquainted with.

She also didn’t care about what his plans were here, as long as he kept her out of it. Hell, she hoped he’d destroy Doflamingo’s kingdom while he was here. Like she gave a shit.

“Why are you here? Really?” She finally asked the question that had been burning in her mind since last night.

He smirked at her as he lit up another cigar. The stench of the tobacco wafted into her nostrils, filling her with nostalgia. She watched as the smoke curled around his face. His golden hook glinted in the light.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told your boyfriend—“ He started, but was quickly cut off.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She interrupted.

Crocodile chuckled again, “Well, I’ll tell you what I told him, I’m just looking for a place to lay low for a while. The governments been on my tail recently and I just so happened to be nearby.”

Doflamingo was still listening from the other side of the door. He was rather disappointed with Crocodile's reply as well as her denial. He had hoped that he would tell her what he was really up to. Their voices beyond the door were muffled almost too much for him to hear.

Doflamingo made the bold choice to creep inside. He carefully turned the knob, trying to be as silent as possible. He closed the door lightly behind him, not allowing it to even click shut. In a swift move, he snuck behind a bookshelf, peeking from between the shelves. There he could see and hear them.

“Is that all?” She asked Crocodile.

“That’s all, I swear.” He placed his hook over his heart as he spoke.

(Y/N) looked on clearly dissatisfied with his answer, she was looking for something juicier.

“I see why Doflamingo has taken a liking to you” He said, eyeing her with a smirk.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She replied.

“You’re a pretty little thing, and you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. I don’t blame him.” He said, blowing smoke in her direction.

(Y/N) waved the smoke from her face, taken aback by his reply.

“Thanks, I guess…” She answered awkwardly.

(Y/N) was uncomfortable but Doflamingo was fuming. Crocodile's words echoed in his brain. He knew it. He wanted to take her away from him. Just as he suspected. His nails dug into the wood of the shelf, his teeth grinding in anger.

He wanted to pop out and strangle Crocodile for even having the audacity to look at her. But he knew better. She would call him jealous and insecure. It would only push her farther away. Instead, he stayed put and continued to watch.

Crocodile cocked his head curiously as he watched (Y/N). She, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

“You don’t really seem to be his type.” He finally said.

“What do you mean?” She inquired.

“You don’t bow to him. He likes his pets to be a bit more… Submissive.” He said with a smirk.

“I’m not his pet.” She said bluntly.

“Then what are you to him?” Crocodile tilted his head, smoke curling out of the corners of his mouth.

Doflamingo held his breath as he waited for her answer. (Y/N) bit her lip, brows furrowed.

“I’m nothing to him. Just his captive.” She stated firmly.

Doflamingo’s heart practically shattered. Nothing? How could she say that after she read the letter? How could she say that after everything they had shared?

“Nothing at all, huh?” Crocodile didn’t sound convinced.

“I’m not here on purpose.” She sneered.

“So you say.” He shrugged.

(Y/N) huffed in return, rolling her eyes. Crocodile once again, chuckled darkly.

“You’re a bit young for him too, although I have to admit, you seem to be wise among your years.” He complimented.

(Y/N) eyed him up and down suspiciously, one eyebrow raised as she pursed her lips.

“I don’t know about all that.” She said unsure.

“Oh, but I do.” He leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. “I can see the appeal.” He looked her over.

She didn’t like the way he looked at her. It reminded her of how Doflamingo looked. Where was this even coming from? They had met before. There wasn’t a discussion between them but he had seen her back in Alabasta and he never looked at her that way. Hell, he probably didn’t look at her at all.

Doflamingo was ready to rip them both apart. Him more than her. He couldn’t exactly expect her to have warm feelings for him after everything. Nonetheless, it still hurt to hear. He couldn’t take it anymore, he was ready to come out and confront the both of them—

“Well,” Crocodile stood from his chair, “I suppose I should get out of here before your boyfriend catches me.” He turned and began to make his way towards the exit. “Oh and another thing,” He turned his head over his shoulder, “If you ever want an actual conversation without someone trying to climb all over you, you know where to find me.” And with that he left, leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.

Just as Crocodile approached the spot where Doflamingo was hiding he stopped, smirked, and kept walking. The sound of the doors shutting indicated that he was finally gone. Doflamingo’s heart was racing. That bastard knew he was there the whole time.

(Y/N) exhaled deeply, her posture finally deflating. Her heart was pounding still. She was relieved he was gone but still felt an uneasy sensation in her chest. Her eyes flickered down towards the book in her lap. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

Doflamingo couldn’t bear the thought of confronting her right now. He was feeling rather unstable and was scared of what he might say or do. He snuck out from behind the shelf and silently made his way to the exit, shutting the door so quietly behind him that she didn’t hear.

His pace was quick as he made his way back to his office. He needed to get away from her. From Crocodile. But he didn’t want to be alone right now. He needed to talk to someone. Anyone. Once inside, he slammed the door shut behind him, just as he had done earlier.

The mess from Earlier still remained. Glass glittered the rug around the bar cart, the fabric now stained brown with liquor. The pictures that fell from the wall were still there on the floor, frames shattered. There were papers strewn across the floor in front of his desk as well from his earlier tantrum.

He made his way around his desk, ripping open the drawer about pulling out his transponder snail. He dialed and it rang. Once, twice, three times, then—

“Vergo here.” A man answered on the other end.

“Vergo, I need to speak with you. Make your way to my office as soon as possible.” Doflamingo’s tired voice requested over the responder.

He didn’t wait for a reply, he just hung up. He threw the snail back into the drawer before closing it harshly. After a few minutes of him impatiently waiting, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Doflamingo called out.

The door creaked open and in slipped Vergo, a spoon stuck to the side of his face per usual, and sunglasses on. He closed the door behind him and took a seat across from Doflamingo calmly.

“You called for me?” He said casually.

“Yes. I need your opinion on something.” Doflamingo stated.

“Let me guess,” Vergo crossed one leg over the other, ”is it about the girl?” He asked.

Doflamingo was silent, his face Completely straight, betraying the roaring emotions inside.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“Well.” Vergo urged him to continue with his hand.

Doflamingo sighed deeply, throwing himself back in his chair. He didn’t even know where to start. He knew he made mistakes but he was trying to do better. He was making an effort. And he just didn’t understand why she couldn’t see that.

“She doesn’t like me. She doesn’t even want to be here.” He bemoaned, rubbing his face dramatically.

“What do you expect?” Vergo responded bluntly.

Doflamingo looked almost shocked by his honesty but quickly pulled himself together and laughed dryly.

“Oh? And why not?” Doflamingo stood, arms behind his back as he wandered around to the front of the desk, leaning against it. “I’ve given her the world— a new wardrobe, the finest cuisine, a huge palace, lavish gifts. And yet none of it is enough for her, I don’t understand it.” He huffed, shaking his head afterwards.

“Because you treat her like a prisoner.” Vergo said, blank-faced. “You can’t expect her to, do what exactly, fall in love with you?” He asked as if he already knew the answer.

Doflamingo didn’t answer but frowned, looking almost embarrassed. He looked away towards the floor, jaw tight and fingers gripping the edge of the desk.

“Ah, I see.” Vergo leaned back in his chair, face still unreadable. “So you have gone soft. Trebol was right.”

“Who’s gone soft!?” Doflamingo stood up straight, slamming a palm on the desk, the sound reverberating off of the walls but Vergo didn’t flinch, he just adjusted his glasses.

Vergo was completely unpaused by his outburst. He just watched as Doflamingo began to nervously pace behind him.

“Not me! So you, Trebol, and Crocodile need to mind your own before I tear all of you to pieces. All of you!” He said frantically, throwing his arms wildly.

Vergo again didn’t say anything, just watched calmly. Doflamingo suddenly stopped in his tracks. Suddenly looking regretful The expression left quickly, replaced by something cold. He then turned to Vergo.

“I’m not soft.” He said in a much quieter tone. “I’m still the same merciless man I’ve always been. The same monster she hates.” He said rather mournfully.

He let his head fall, looking regretful and hurt. He walked back around the room to his chair, glass crunching under his feet as he walked. He sat down stiffly.

“She didn’t know who I was when I found her, yet she knew what I was.” He paused, and Vergo let the silence linger. Then he continued. “She’s not stupid. May even be smarter than me.” He scoffed, a small smile creeping up. “Can you imagine that? Smarter than me? I never thought I’d meet my match.”

“Neither did I.” Vergo finally spoke.

Doflamingo scoffed again at his reply.

“If you really want her to love you, you’re going to have to let her go.” Vergo stated boldly.

Doflamingo’s face dropped immediately. He straightened up his posture and stared a hole through Vergo.

“Let her go? Are you crazy?” He snarled.

“No, I’m being reasonable. If you want her to stay, you have to give her the freedom she desires.” Vergo replied.

Doflamingo shook his head vigorously as he mumbled, “No, no, no…. She can’t leave, she won’t come back.”

Vergo shrugged, “Then she wasn’t meant to be yours.”

Doflamingo glared at Vergo. “Everything is mine if I say so. Everyone bows to me in the end. She should be thanking me for all I’ve done, not calling me ‘nothing’.”

“Ouch.” Vergo said dryly. “Look, all I can say is take my advice. You’ll never have a chance otherwise.” Vergo stood to take his leave, pausing at the door. “Or else the best you’ll get is some fucked up version of Stockholm Syndrome.”

Just as he turned the knob, Doflamingo spoke out. “Wait.” Vergo stopped to listen. “You’re a good man for listening, but keep it to yourself if you would.”

“I don’t care to even remember this conversation let alone repeat it.” Vergo said before shutting the door promptly behind him, leaving Doflamingo alone with his thoughts again.

Doflamingo sighed, palming his face with both hands. He knew Vergo was right. He didn’t want him to be right but he was. They all were. And it was all her fault, yet he couldn’t bring himself to blame her. Instead he was angry with himself. Maybe it was best if she left.

He pulled his face from his hands, looking around the disheveled room. Broken glass was skewed across the floor from both ends. Some from the broken picture frames and the rest from his cup. His paperwork was crumpled and stomped on in the floor.

She truly brought out the worst in him. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. She was destroying him from the inside out like a parasite and he loved every second of it. Any attention was good attention. He’d take her spitting and angry over not at all.

He’d let her beat him black and blue before he’d let her go. Vergo may have been right, but Doflamingo knew he wasn’t strong enough to make that choice. He was undeniably in love with her. The realization was like a punch to the gut. He even lost his breath.

He remembered saying it to her on the night of his birthday in a drunken stupor. But he refused to acknowledge it. Hell, she sure didn’t. He chalked it up to him being hurt and alone. That he was just saying it to manipulate her. Part of him thought he imagined it.

He stood from his desk. His hands trembled slightly with nerves. Glass crackled under his boots as he went to pour himself another drink. He certainly was going to need it for what he had planned next.

He downed the shot. Then another. Then another. The third one made him shiver and gag, but he shook it off and stood up straight. He walked over to the mirror to fix up his messy appearance. His hair was sweaty and standing in every direction. The age in his face was evident. He was pale and visibly sweating. His shirt was unbuttoned and wrinkled, pant leg shifted, showing off his bare ankle. Even his glasses were crooked on his face.

He quickly straightened himself up and made his way out of the door. Doflamingo pulled himself together as he walked down the hall, feigning his usual unshaken confidence. He stood tall as he sauntered, smirking broadly as he passed by. He beckoned for a servant to clean his office without even looking down in their direction. Everyone else just bowed out of his way.

He finally reached the library door, hoping she was where he left her. Slowly, he creaked the doors open, slipping inside. He quietly rounded the corner to see her curled up in her chair like she always was. She hadn’t noticed his arrival yet, so he took the time to observe her.

Her little toes were painted a dark blue, matching her fingernails. Her (H/C) hair, messy and unbrushed. She wore an oversized shirt, one he hated, paired with some sleep shorts that drove him wild.

(Y/N)’s fingers idly turned the pages although he could tell by the blankness in her eyes that she wasn’t really reading. She was thinking. Hopefully of him. Doflamingo took a deep breath and stepped out into the light in front of her, finally making his presence known.

He cleared his throat to get her attention. She blinked, then looked up. She didn’t look surprised or happy to see her. Honestly, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She was by far the hardest person to crack.

(Y/N) closed her book gently, her eyes never leaving her own reflection in his lenses. She didn’t say anything, but he had her attention. Her eyes were so fierce. So unwavering. Why didn’t she fear him? Why did it turn him on?

No. Stop that.

He quickly scolded himself. That right there was the type of behavior that pushed her away. Doflamingo didn’t even know what he came to say. He just needed to see her. Wanted to confess it all. Maybe it was the liquor talking but he opened his mouth regretfully and began to spill his guts.

“(Y/N),” he said above a whisper, almost pitifully so.

“Yes?” She said, sounding bored.

“I need to tell you something. And no, it can’t wait.” His tone was almost frantic.

She opened her mouth to interject but he cut her off promptly but dropping to his knees before her. The scent of brandy and sweat wafted into her nostrils making her scrunch her nose up and pull back. He grabbed both of her hands, his were clammy and shaking. Hers were soft and welcoming.

“I’m so sorry for how I’ve behaved recently. I have no excuse for it. I’ve been hiding behind these letters like the coward I am because I’m too scared to say it out loud.” He paused waiting for her reaction.

(Y/N) didn’t react. At least not yet anyways. She was waiting for him to continue. So, he did. Still gripping her much smaller hands in his.

“(Y/N)…” He scooted in closer, pulling himself between her legs. “I’m in love with you.”

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queef-of-fortune · 2 months ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-seven:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Doflamingo thundered down the corridors of the palace, feathered coat fluttering behind him. He came like a storm. Fast and loud yet he didn’t say a word. The sound of his boots against the stone floors caused each and every servant that crossed his path to bow their head in silence as they scurried out of his way.

He was in a foul mood this morning. Not only was this by far the worst hangover he’d ever had, there was also an unwanted guest staying in one of his guest rooms. Not to mention how humiliated he felt. How could he call her that?

‘Mommy…’

The word echoed in his ears as he stomped. Doflamingo had every intention of finding out what Crocodile was really up to. And he certainly was in no mood to play games with the former Warlord. Even (Y/N) was suspicious of his presence. And not to mention the way he looked at her. The thought alone made his teeth grind audibly.

At the party, Doflamingo was chatting it up with some future business partners at a card table. When he scanned the room to look for his ‘lover’, he found her at the bar, seated next to that mongrel of a man. He saw what she didn’t. The way he eyed her when she wasn’t looking, how his gaze lingered a little too long. It made him physically ill.

A jolt of nausea shook him from his thoughts just as he reached the guest room Crocodile was assigned the night prior. He didn’t even knock. With force, he wrenched the door open, immediately stepping inside and slamming it shut behind him.

“You!” Doflamingo snarled, pointing a finger at the man who laid sprawled out on the chaise.

Crocodile just smirked, that typical sly smirk that made Doflamingo want to rip his face off. He sat in nothing but a silk robe, opened and practically showing everything he had to offer. Sipping straight from one of Doflamingo’s expensive brandy bottles with a cigar in the other hand as it filled the room with a hazy smoke.

“Me?” Crocodile replied smugly.

“Yes you!” Doflamingo hissed, stopping directly in front of him.

Doflamingo snarled at the sight of Crocodile's half-decent appearance.

“What the hell are you really doing here?” Doflamingo demanded.

“I told you last night,” Crocodile paused, taking a puff from his cigar. “I needed a place to lie low for a couple of days, and I just so happened to be passing by.”

“I don’t believe you.” He growled in return, forehead vein bulging.

Crocodile chuckled, holding both hands up defensively.

“I can assure you that’s all I’m here for. Besides, we used to be friends, remember?” He said cockily.

Doflamingo’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart pounding furiously beneath his ribs yet he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, fists clenched before him. He wanted to hit him. To tear him to pieces for even having the audacity to look at what belonged to him.

“You look like shit by the way.” Crocodile broke the silence, swirling his liquor.

“Fuck you.” Doflamingo hissed through gritted teeth, his temple throbbing.

Crocodile just chuckled lowly in return as he drank. He placed the sweating glass down on the side table with a soft ‘clink’ before sighing thoughtfully.

“You gonna tell me why you have that girl or am I going to have to find out for myself?” He asked.

“That’s none of your concern!” This time Doflamingo stepped forwards as he spoke.

Crocodile just shook his head in return, clearly amused by his outburst.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Doflamingo leaned down inches from Crocodiles face, “I swear to God I will disintegrate you if I have to.” He threatened.

He just stared back, smug as ever with his cigar burning between his teeth. He crossed one leg over the other before ashing his cigar in a nearby glass ashtray. Yet again he held his hands up in defense.

“No need to cause trouble, Doffy. I was just looking, that’s all.” He said calmly.

Doflamingo didn’t like that answer. No one was supposed to look at her like that. Only him. She belonged to him. He typically liked to show off all of the women he could pull. But this one was different. She was different. And clearly someone else noticed. It made his chest tighten in fear or anger, he couldn’t tell which.

He wanted to pounce on him. Gouge his eyes out and remove each limb with him still conscious. But instead he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He took a step back, giving Crocodile his space. Doflamingo rubbed both temples with his fingertips, trying to soothe his relentless migraine.

“You really want to know why I have her?” He said, significantly calmer.

Doflamingo clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes never leaving the unwanted guest as he paced the room slowly. His feet clacking against the floors. Crocodile nodded once.

“Ever since your fall I’ve been watching the crew that took you down. The Strawhats. What a mangy little crew. And yet that boy got you locked away, then broke you out.” Doflamingo’s grin was now beginning to return at the memory.

Months ago, when he first saw the news of Crocodiles defeat, he needed to know who took down the fearsome Warlord. He never expected it to be some ragtag team of children.

“That’s when I saw her. In the paper. I knew then I had to have her. And wouldn’t you know it, luck seemed to be on my side. I’m sure by now you are aware of the events at the Sabaody Archipelago?“

Crocodile nodded.

“Well, Kuma so graciously sent me a little gift from heaven. The girl quite literally fell from the sky and practically landed in my lap.” Doflamingo stopped his pacing directly in front of Crocodile, grinning broadly, hands still behind his back.

Crocodile looked intrigued, almost surprised.

“So you are holding her hostage.” He said.

That statement wiped the smirk clean off of his face. Doflamingo swallowed hard, jaw clenched.

“She knows where she belongs.” He sneered, leaning down in his face again.

“Does she now?” Crocodile replied with his usual smug expression and tone. “Is that why she runs from you every time your back is turned?”

Doflamingo’s patience was wearing thin. It took every fiber of his being to not physically throw this bag of dust in the wind. Yet it made him question what she said to him.

“You don’t know anything about us.” He leered.

“Us?” A vicious grin began to spread. “I didn’t realize you were the settling down type.”

“I’m not! But…” Doflamingo bit his lip as he trailed off, afraid of what he might say next if he didn’t control himself.

“But what?” Crocodile raised a brow then his expression turned from a teasing curiosity to realization. “Oh don’t tell me…”

“Shut the fuck up!” Doflamingo lunged forwards, snatching Crocodile up by the collar of his robe.

Crocodile didn’t seem frightened in the slightest. Honestly, he looked rather amused.

“You’re going soft, Doffy. You better get rid of her before you fall.” He warned.

Doflamingo let him go suddenly, letting him fall back onto the chaise. He was right. Not that he’d admit it to himself or anyone else for that matter. He craved her and he’d be damned if he let another man who was clearly feigning for his drug of choice tell him to stop. He knew better than that.

“You wish, Croco boy.” Doflamingo replied, fighting hard to grin.

Doflamingo then turned to leave the room. With his back turned and his hand on the door he looked back over his shoulder at him.

“I want you gone by tomorrow at dinner.” And with that he left, letting the door slam shut behind him.

During Doflamingo’s confrontation, (Y/N) had been wandering the lonely halls, Karma trodding along behind her. Her bare feet froze against the cold stone beneath her. The palace halls were freezing. She stopped at a window, wiping the steam away as she peered out into the snow-covered garden. Everything was dead and covered in a white blanket as flurries continued to come down.

With a mug full of lukewarm coffee she watched the snow fall, her mind stuck on the events of this morning. How could such a monster become so pitiful? She supposed it was true what they say about men. How they act like children when they get the slightest tummy ache.

She scoffed at the thought, smirking to herself. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him. It was almost heartbreaking to see him groveling at her feet, calling her ‘mommy’. Of course she was startled and taken aback by that one single word. But something about it made her want to cradle his head in her arms with his face pressed between her breasts in a maternal embrace.

He was truly a pitiful man in her opinion. A boy playing king was all he was in her eyes. A wounded bird who lunges when anyone gets too close. Pathetic really, and yet here she was, treating him like the fragile creature he was. She constantly tiptoed around him. So did everyone else. She was starting to get sick of it.

Something else had been clouding her judgement. The kiss. The thought of it alone sent a shiver up her spine. Part of her wanted it again. Just to see if it was real. It wasn’t their first kiss but it was the only one that felt real.

Why did he have to look at her that way? Why did he have to say the things he said? Why did she have to be sent here of all places? Why—

The sound of a door slamming on the other end of the hall snapped her from her warped thoughts. She quickly snatched the cat from the floor, making her squeak in protest before (Y/N) hid behind the closest pillar, cat clutched to her chest. She peered out from behind the stone, looking in the direction of the noise.

Of course it was him. She rolled her eyes at the sight of him. There he stood outside Crocodile’s room, breathing heavily as he stared down at the floor. His fists were clenched tightly and he looked like he was going to explode. His aggressive posture made her tense. She did not want to be on the other end of that. Better yet, it was best not to be within his range.

She wondered what Crocodile had said to get him so worked up. Doflamingo was always so calm and collected. Always arrogant and grinning. But clearly something was said that made him finally snap. She watched as he pressed his forehead to the wood of the door, breathing heavily.

Then, without warning, he pulled himself from the door and stomped off in the opposite direction. (Y/N) let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. She removed herself from her hiding spot and quickly started off in the opposite direction of him. Whatever Crocodile had said to him wasn’t good, but she’d have to find out later.

Doflamingo was furious with Crocodile, or himself. He wasn’t really sure, he just knew he was fuming. He needed time alone to think. He made his way to his office, swinging the door open so hard it almost ripped from the hinges. When he slammed it back it shook the walls so hard that frames fell. He didn’t care, didn’t even pick up the broken glass.

His chest ached at the thought of (Y/N) in the arms of another man. Especially that man. The images flashed briefly across his mind. Thoughts of her in his lap, kissing Crocodile the way he wanted her to kiss him. It made him sick to his stomach, and it wasn’t just the hangover this time.

He just knew that that’s why he was here. To take her away from him. He felt like a fool for allowing him to stay but then again he had no proof, only suspicion. Then once again another crude image flashed in his mind.

Doflamingo’s breath quickened practically to a pant. His hands shook and his stomach churned. His mind was racing with thoughts of her running away with another man. It made him dizzy. He felt like he was going to be sick again.

Doflamingo paced the room for a moment, his hands gripping his hair roughly. He stopped at the bar cart, his hands trembled as he poured a drink far too early in the morning. But just as he brought the last to his lips, he felt the bile rising in his throat. He slammed the glass down, shattering it against the cart as he threw himself towards the bin.

He retched and retched, but nothing came up. Just nerves. That’s all it was this time. He sat on his knees on the floor, shaking and on the brink of tears. Slowly he pulled himself up by his desk. With stumbling feet, he dragged himself into his chair, practically throwing himself down. He needed to see her. To have her reassure him.

(Y/N) was hiding out in the library, per usual. It was the only place she felt she could relax. The only place she could go to get away from him. Yet he always seemed to find her. The Devil Fruit encyclopedia was propped open in her lap. Specifically, the page where his letter was.

It was unfolded and wedged in between the pages. She read it over and over again, pretending to read her book. There was one part in particular that she couldn’t help but be stuck on—

‘I ran my mouth because I was proud to have laid with a woman like you. But a woman like you isn’t a prize or a trophy. You’re a one of a kind treasure and I fear I’ve lost you.’

It made her heart race. She couldn’t help it. She bit her lip, holding back a giddy grin. How the hell was he just now starting to get to her? She managed for months to hate him. And now things were slowly starting to change. And she couldn’t allow that.

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queef-of-fortune · 2 months ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-six:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

The next morning felt like a blur. The mid-morning sun filtered through the curtains and streamed across the bed sheets. (Y/N) stirred as soon as the light reached her eyelids. Her eyes fluttered open as she lay sprawled out on her back, Doflamingo still sleeping on his side next to her, back turned.

Doflamingo’s shoulders rose and fell in time with his breaths. (Y/N) pulled the sheets from her body, quietly and slowly she dropped down from the mattress and onto the carpeted floor. She crept into the bathroom, shutting the door silently. She let out a long sigh, pressing her back to the cool wood of the door, eyes closed.

The only two things came to mind at that moment. The letter she found tucked away in her book, and the way he kissed her the night prior. The images of his smile flashed in her mind. He appeared so passionate and sincere. The memory of his lips pressed to hers made her heart flutter in her chest.

She shuffled towards the sink, splashing cool water over her face. It was a poor attempt at washing away the shame she felt. They had kissed multiple times. Some against her will and others were her choice. Typically just to gain some kind of control but none of them felt as real as this last one did. Maybe it was just the way he looked at her afterwards.

Doflamingo stirred as soon as (Y/N) left the bed. He didn’t move or even open his eyes. He just let her go. Before he even opened his eyes his stomach churned with nerves. He saw her with the book last night. Clearly, she had read his letter, right? What if she tossed it out, didn’t even open it? He brushed it off, rolling onto his back and rubbing his face.

The nausea however, did not subside. It only continued to grow. Maybe he wasn’t sick with anxiety at all. Maybe he was just hungover. He opened up his eyes, closing them quickly as the light caused his head to throb. Without looking, he fumbled around on the nightstand with one hand, looking for his shades.

But before he could find them, he felt his mouth begin to fill with saliva, his breath quickening in a panic. Doflamingo suddenly shot up out of the bed. (Y/N) was still in the bathroom, hopefully with the door unlocked. He bounded across the room, pushing the bathroom door open with such vigor that it slammed the bathroom wall.

(Y/N), who was now brushing her teeth at the sink, was wide eyed and foaming at the mouth. She couldn’t even get out a, ‘what the fuck!?’ before he threw himself to his knees, gripping the toilet bowl as he expelled his guts. He gagged and heaved until his stomach was empty. (Y/N) quickly spit and cleaned out her mouth. Then she grabbed a rag from the closet, getting it wet with some cool water.

As he puked, she walked up beside him cautiously. On his knees he stood as tall as she. She softly placed the cool rag to the back of his neck, gently wiping the sweat from his skin. As she did so she noticed that he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She averted her eyes from him, trying not to stare. She knew how insecure he was about his eyes, or more like eye.

Doflamingo’s gagging eventually subsided and left him gasping, sweaty and pale. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he leaned over the seat, clearly unsure if he was finished. (Y/N) removed the rag from his neck before beginning to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The gesture made him jump, and in turn made her jump. It was almost as if he was unaware of her presence until now.

He then closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She continued to wipe his face before moving to his lips. His mouth was covered in saliva and bile. Gently she cleaned him up before tossing the rag into the empty tub. His eyes opened up slowly, still he refused to look at her.

Doflamingo felt weak, humiliated. Not only had she seen him get sick, but he didn’t have his glasses on either. She had seen them once, and only with his permission. She wasn’t supposed to see him like this. He was a feared pirate, Warlord, and former Celestial Dragon. And yet here he was, having some little girl wipe the puke from his face.

To make matters worse, his head was pounding and he was shuddering uncontrollably in nothing but his underwear on the bathroom floor. This was by far the worst hangover he’d ever had in his life. He wasn’t a young man anymore, he had to quit behaving like one, no matter how youthful he felt. If he wasn’t so pale from vomiting, he would have been red in the face from humiliation.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) finally spoke up.

The sound of her sweet voice calling out to him broke him from his thoughts. He turned his head towards her. Their eyes met and for a moment all he saw was her. There was no more embarrassment and pain. He just saw the only woman he wanted. He wanted to curl up in her lap and sob. He felt awful and her tender affection only made him want to be babied and coddled.

“I… I’m sorry…” He croaked out, “You shouldn’t have to see me like this. It’s disgraceful.”

“It’s okay.” Was all she said in return.

Slowly she reached a hand out to him. Just before she could touch his face, she hesitated, retracting slightly. But he was having none of it. He practically launched himself

around her waist. The action was so impulsive that it caught the both of them off guard. He buried his face in her stomach, wrapping both of his big arms around her waist like she was a stuffed animal.

(Y/N) on the other hand, threw her hands up out of pure shock, her mouth open and her eyes wide. She gasped but didn’t stop him. He groaned in agony, vibrating her torso with his moans. With a shaky hand she brought it down to his head, slowly stroking his golden locks.

He hummed, sounding satisfied. He clenched her tighter but not painfully so. More like a child clinging to their mother. Doflamingo felt utterly ashamed yet he couldn’t ignore the way the sound of her heart soothed his frazzled nerves. His breathing slowed and his own heart seized its pounding. His head no longer throbbed since her body shielded his eyes from the light and his stomach stopped its aching.

(Y/N) felt anxious however. She felt that his entire mood depended on her and considering how unpredictable he was, that made her fearful. Yet she continued to tangle her fingers in his hair, twirling the strands around her finger. The feeling of her hand in his hair made him shiver with pleasure. He had never been held so tenderly before. Not like he’d allow anyone to.

She placed her other hand on his shoulder, almost as if she were asking permission. When he moaned into her belly, that gave her her answer. She began to rub gentle circles with her thumb against his bare shoulder. Then, before he could even stop himself—

“Mommy…” He murmured against her shirt.

As soon as the word left his lips he tensed up, gripping her shorts, scared that she’d pull back. Instead, she continued to stroke his hair, shushing him.

“Shhh… I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” She cooed.

The word caught her by surprise, but she couldn’t show it. She knew better. Besides, she’d had worse said to her than that. She chalked it up to him feeling needy and she was the closest thing he had to a motherly figure. (Y/N) didn’t feel disgusted by him. She felt a strange sense to nurture him back to health.

“Hey.” She tapped him on the shoulder but he didn’t move, “Hey, you want to go back to bed?”

Doflamingo pulled his face from her stomach, still grasping her clothes between his fingers. She took a moment to examine him. She never got to see his true face. It was always guarded somehow. Between his glasses and smug expressions, she felt like she hardly even knew Doflamingo. But right now was as real as he possibly could be.

His eyes were a beautiful blue, or more like his good eye was. His other was just as beautiful however. Most would find it off putting but (Y/N) found his flaw to be endearing. The scar started under his brow and ended just under the eye. His scarred eye was a milky white and ghostly, but in her opinion, it gave him character. Like he needed anymore of that.

His face was perfectly chiseled. He had a prominent brow bone that accentuated his masculine features. The lines from his age only added to his appearance. He of course had smile lines from all of that incessant grinning. As well as lines on his forehead. They were very faint, hardly even noticeable. She’d be surprised if anyone else even knew they were there.

As he peered up at her, she noticed that the color had come back to his face. He didn’t say anything however. He just stared back in awe. Almost as if he were startled by her kindness. And he had every right to be. It’s not like (Y/N) was sweet to him, ever. The comfort he felt was foreign to him, yet he couldn’t get enough of it.

He didn’t want to move from his spot. He didn’t want to let go of her. What if she left? What if he doesn’t let go and she pushes him away? His mind swirled with possibilities as he just stared up at her longingly and silent.

“Doffy? You okay? Do you feel sick again?” She asked softly, tilting her head to the side.

For a moment he thought he saw a flicker of concern cross her face. But only for a moment, then her stern expression returned. It wasn’t harsh or angry, just hard to read. He couldn’t tell if she was upset with him. Her tender affection didn’t match her unenthusiastic demeanor.

(Y/N)’s petting suddenly stopped; her fingers still tangled in his blond hair. His breath caught in his throat. He groaned quietly in protest, wanting her to continue. Instead she spoke again—

“Come on, let’s get up and go lay back down.” Her tone was soothing and delicate as she tapped his shoulder again.

Without even thinking about it, he heeded her command. His knees quaked as he slowly stood back at full height. He towered over her as he always did but he didn’t feel so threatening this time. He staggered a bit but stayed on his feet. He let out a muffled groan, holding his throbbing and spinning head.

“Come on,” She urged, outstretching her hand towards him, “Let’s go lay down, huh?”

With his own shaky hand, he took her much smaller one in his. She gripped her hand around his thumb and guided him out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“Hand me my glasses, would you?” His groggy voice finally spoke up.

(Y/N) nodded, moving over to his side of the bed and grabbing them from the nightstand. She made her way back around to him and placed the glasses in his hands. Immediately he placed them back over his face, shielding his eyes from the sun. Doflamingo ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly. He truly felt terrible.

“I think I just over did it last night.” He moaned.

“I think you’re right.” She replied.

Doflamingo peered up at her from between his fingers. She clearly had drank and smoked her body weight, so why wasn’t she in just as bad of shape?

“You’re not hungover?” He questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Nope, never really do.” She said, seemingly proud.

He let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’ in return, “Of course you don’t. He paused before continuing, “I didn’t used to either, but now look at me.”

She then placed a calm hand on his back, rubbing him supportively. She didn’t reply but she felt her touch was reassuring enough. While she rubbed circles on his back with her fingertips, something came to mind. Crocodile. What was he doing at the party last night?

He claimed he was invited yet she couldn’t see Doflamingo inviting him. She was dying to ask about him, but she knew that now wasn’t the time. She knew how to get the information she needed though. (Y/N) stopped touching him and moved towards the Den Den Mushi that sat on his nightstand.

Doflamingo perked up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m calling for some breakfast, you look like you need something.” She said, transponder in hand as she dialed.

“I need another drink.” He huffed.

As (Y/N) made the call to the kitchen, Doflamingo meant what he said. He stood from the bed and staggered towards the bar cart. His hands trembled as he prepared himself a shot. The smell alone made his stomach turn. Regardless, he downed the shot like it was water. He almost regretted it, but he managed to keep it down.

Doflamingo was tucked back into bed by the time breakfast arrived. The smell of freshly cooked eggs and toast made his stomach churn, and his mouth salivate. He was starving and yet nauseous. He hardly ate the night prior. He was too busy drinking and socializing. (Y/N) thanked the servant at the door and took the tray from their hands., setting it down on the bed before him.

“I got you some orange juice, ice water, and some coffee. I didn’t know what would help your stomach best.” She said, pointing out each item on the tray. “Also I ordered something light. Just some eggs, toast, and fruit, nothing too crazy.”

She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something or eat. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually felt grateful before. Doflamingo gave her a halfhearted smile, thanking her before sipping his water. The water helped cool the rawness of his throat while also soothing the ache in his gut.

She sat on the opposite end of the bed, eating her own breakfast as she glanced over him every once in a while. As the two of them ate, Doflamingo couldn’t help but think about the letter. He was dying to ask her about it but he didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Hey, I um— I wanted to ask you something.” He choked out eventually.

(Y/N) hummed in response as she drank her coffee, peering over the top of the oversized mug.

“That book you’ve been reading… Have you found anything interesting in it so far?” He asked before nervously chewing on a strawberry.

She immediately knew what he was referring to as soon as he asked. She sighed, placing her mug back onto the tray. She glanced up at him, her expression unreadable. At first she didn’t say anything. She considered playing dumb, but knew it was best to just come clean.

“Yes, I read your letter.” Was all she said, picking her mug back up as she averted her eyes from his.

He perked up at her reply, “Oh. Is that so?” He sounded almost hopeful. “Did you… Like it..?” He asked nervously.

Doflamingo sat up straight, looking at her expectantly. (Y/N) didn’t know what to reply with. Should she say yes? I mean no one had ever written her love letters besides him, so part of her did like it. But the other part of her that hated his existence wanted to say no and throw it back in his face.

“Well...?” He spoke.

“Well… It was alright. I didn’t hate it but if you think it fixes what you did, you’re mistaken.” She said snarkily, crossing her arms over her chest.

That answer seemed to satisfy him. He gave her a weak smile and a triumphant ‘hmph’.

Doflamingo leaned forwards, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his touch this time, allowing his much larger hand to caress the side of her face. His touch was warm and genuine as he rubbed his thumb against her skin.

“I’m glad you liked it.” His tone was more confident than it was earlier, his cockiness returning. “And I meant every word of it.”

(Y/N) looked at him stone faced, refusing to give him any type of emotion in return. She didn’t say anything either. Instead, she averted her gaze and went back to picking at her food. Doflamingo didn’t eat anymore. His stomach couldn’t handle it even though the news that she liked his letter made him feel much better. The shot he took also helped.

“Can I ask you something?” (Y/N) finally spoke up.

“Go ahead.” He said intrigued.

“What was Crocodile doing at the party last night?” She asked, poking at her eggs.

Doflamingo’s expression faltered, his cocky smile falling from his face. He didn’t even know how to reply at first. He himself didn’t know the true reason for his arrival. Crocodile couldn’t be trusted and to be honest, Doflamingo was still bitter over the rejection at Marineford.

“He’s just staying here a couple of nights, that’s all. Don’t worry, I won’t let him harm a hair on your little head.” Doflamingo replied reassuringly, reaching across the bed and patting her on the head.

“He’s staying? Here? Why?” She asked quickly.

Doflamingo sighed dramatically, as if her question annoyed him. But in all honesty, he just didn’t have a clear answer.

“He’s just hiding out from the Marines, you know how it is.” He waved it off casually.

Doflamingo felt like an idiot for letting that man stay here. A man who seemed to show interest in his pet at that. Speaking of Crocodile, Doflamingo needed to keep an eye out for him. He pushed the tray aside and stood from the bed, his head throbbing as he pulled himself from the mattress.

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, watching him as he began to pull clothes from the closet.

“I need to go check on our guest, I’ll be back shortly.” He said, buttoning up his shirt. “Why don’t you go play for a while. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

As soon as he was dressed and presentable, he made his way out the door, leaving her alone and wondering what the hell Crocodile was really doing here.

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queef-of-fortune · 2 months ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-five:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

The room was dimly lit; the sound of music and chatter vibrated the walls that surrounded the two men. Doflamingo sat at his desk, fingers together as he watched Crocodile fix himself a drink uninvited. His own glass sweating all over his mahogany desk. Drink in hand, Crocodile swaggered over to the chair adjacent the desk, plopping himself down as if he were at home.

He sipped his whiskey casually, the ice clinking as he did so. He seemed relaxed, calm. The exact opposite of the man across from him. Doflamingo began to tap his fingers impatiently on the wood, his jaw clenched and forehead veins looking like they were ready to combust.

“What’s your business here, Croc? Care to indulge me or are you going to make me guess?” Doflamingo snarled.

Crocodile chuckled under his breath, bringing the glass up to his lips once more, finishing his drink in a gulp.

“I need to lie low for a couple of days.” He was straight forward with his request.

Doflamingo scoffed, looking utterly disrespected. His eye twitched from beneath his shades as he dug his fingernails into the desk.

“You expect me to help you after you rejected my offer months ago? In front of everyone at that. You humiliated me and now you come waltzing into my party and flirt with my woman and expect my help?” He hissed, now standing, both hands planted firmly on the wood.

There was a moment of silence between them for a moment yet Crocodile seemed unbothered by it.

“Yes.” He said simply.

Doflamingo inhaled deeply before sitting himself back down, almost as if he were trying to ground himself.

“Fine.” He reluctantly agreed. “You have two nights here, including this one.”

“Three.” Crocodile debated.

Doflamingo slammed his fist on the tabletop, “Fine, three. But don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” He pointed a mean finger in his direction, scowling so hard it almost hurt.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Crocodile lifted his glass with a smirk in return.

Doflamingo huffed, adjusting his coat as he sat back down in his chair, still feeling rather agitated. The two men stared each other down, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally—

“And another thing,” Doflamingo spoke up, standing from his chair again, quicker this time as he leaned over the desk, pointing his long, shaky finger in Crocodile’s direction. “I don’t want to see you lay one finger on her.”

“Who?” Crocodile feigned innocence with a smirk.

Crocodile stood from his chair, sauntering over to the bar cart again for a refill of Doflamingo's most expensive liquor.

Doflamingo stomped behind, following him over with a frown, “You know who, the Strawhat girl!”

Doflamingo towered over Crocodile yet he poured his drink with no hint of anxiety.

“Oh, her.” He said casually, as if Doflamingo wasn’t about to explode. “Remind me again, why do you have her?”

Doflamingo growled. “That is none of your concern. But what is your concern is keeping your hands— or more like your hook to yourself. That is unless you want two of them.” He threatened, now only inches from his face.

Crocodile only chuckled lowly in return before making his way back to his seat. Doflamingo stood by the bar cart in disbelief, absolutely seething. He watched as the man took a cigar from his pocket and held it between his teeth, lighting it with the only hand he had.

“She’s cute, how’d you get her?” Crocodile asked, crossing one leg over the other lazily.

Doflamingo stepped towards his seat, “She was a gift. Sent to me.” His anger subsided and was replaced with a viscous grin.

“How so?” Crocodile raised a brow at his statement.

“Wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, now would it?” Doflamingo held a finger up to his lips, looking devious as ever.

Crocodile chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he removed the cigar from his mouth, blowing smoke in Doflamingo’s direction.

Doflamingo plopped down in his chair again, looking arrogant as ever, all sprawled out and reclined.

“So what really brings you here? Who are you hiding from?” Doflamingo inquired, picking up his own drink and taking a big gulp.

Crocodile sighed, swirling his drink before taking a sip of his own. One leg crossed over the other.

“Just the government, they’ve been hot on my trail since Impel Down.” He explained.

“That's all?” Doflamingo said, almost as if he didn’t believe him.

“That’s all.” Crocodile repeated, confirming his story.

“Well if that’s all,” Doflamingo paused, giving him a moment to interject, “then I suppose we get back to the party. I’m sure my guests are missing me already. I’ll have someone show you your room.”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had taken Doflamingo’s absence as an excuse to disperse from the party. She took the opportunity to head off to the library. After his last party she knew better than to stray too far from the house. She needed to be where he could find her.

But first— she needed the key. The key to the secret room in his library. She wanted to continue reading her book. And maybe look for more clues. She grabbed herself a drink and a complimentary party favor— a joint. Then she slipped out the doors of the ballroom, careful to not alert any of the Donquioxte family.

In her inebriated state, she stumbled out the door, her heels clacking against the stone floor as she made her way back upstairs. (Y/N) pushed her way into the bedroom, only to be met by Karma who trilled at her feet lovingly. She of course picked her up and gave her a quick cuddle before grabbing the key from the nightstand and departing. On her way down to the library she was almost caught. Doflamingo and Crocodile's voices could be heard from around the corner, distant but close enough.

She panicked and slipped inside one of the linen closets that lined the corridor. It’s not like she’d be in any sort of trouble but she really didn’t want to have to explain herself and then be forced back into the party. She felt the floor shake beneath her feet as the two monstrous men passed by. The only thing that was heard as they passed was Doflamingo’s hearty laughter, smug and loud. (Y/N) held her breath, ear pressed to the door until they passed.

Once it sounded safe, she emerged from the closest, looking both ways before tiptoeing out, trying to make sure her heels didn’t make too much noise. She crept her way to the library, joint firmly between her teeth, unlit with a drink in one hand and the key in the other. Once at the library, she shimmied inside, trying to be quick and quiet. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as she shut the door behind her.

She pressed her back to the door, listening to see if anyone was following. After she made sure the coast was clear, she made a beeline for the tapestry that hid the old door. (Y/N) clicked the key in the lock and let the door creak open. She knew what she came for and it was the Devil Fruit encyclopedia. She also knew that she didn’t have time to snoop. He’d find it suspicious if he found her in this room unsupervised and while there was a party going on.

(Y/N) quickly scoured the shelves, checking where she left the book. Its red spine and golden trim stuck out amongst the dust relics. Carefully, she pulled it from the shelf, dusting it off and taking her leave. Quietly, she locked the door behind her, making sure the tapestry covered the door in its entirety.

She plopped down in her usual chair, kicking off her heels and curling up with her book. As she went to open the book, something fell out, fluttering to the floor. With her brows furrowed, she bent down and picked up the parchment that fell from the book's pages. It was a neatly folded piece of paper. Before she even opened it up, she knew. She unfolded the paper and sighed— Of course it was a letter from Doflamingo.

A mi pajarito,

I know my last letter failed to make you swoon, but I promise I’m a better man than that. And I plan on proving it to you. First and foremost you deserve a proper apology, an apology from a man who never says he’s sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I betrayed your trust. I now know that I wasn’t deserving of you. Not yet at least. But I’ve realized my mistakes and I know why you couldn’t bring yourself to love me before. I was shallow and crass. That was our secret to share and I told everyone.

I hope you can forgive me for what I’ve done. You are the moon to my stars and I am nothing but a shadow in your light. You deserve the world and I’m the only man who can give it to you. I’ll do anything you ask, no matter the cost. Your cup runneth over when you’re with me.

I want to be the one you run to when you’re fearful. I want to be the man you cling to in public. I ran my mouth because I was proud to have laid with a woman like you. But a woman like you isn’t a prize or a trophy. You’re a one of a kind treasure and I fear I’ve lost you.

Your beauty is unmatched and I am a fool to have been so vulgar about it. I think of you day and night, morning and noon, evening and dawn. You’re all I want. You’re all I need. Please forgive me hermosa criatura.

I’m yours to destroy or love. I’ll leave that decision up to you.

Your forever, Doflamingo

(Y/N) gripped the letter in her hands tightly, trying to ignore the pang in her chest. Why did she feel so…. Guilty...? He was the one who ran his mouth about their moment of passion. He was the one who betrayed her trust. And yet here she was feeling guilty for giving him the cold shoulder. She folded the letter up and placed it back inside the book, slamming it shut.

Back at the party, Doflamingo had just returned with Crocodile trailing not too far behind. He scanned the room, looking for his lover. His past comment slipping his mind at the moment. His smug expression began to falter as she was nowhere to be found.

‘No matter’ he thought, ‘She’s around here somewhere.’

She was much smaller than a majority of the crowd here, she probably just somewhere in the crowd. Yet after searching the dance floor, nothing. His heart began to race. Next he looked by the bar. Again nothing. Now his breath quickened. The buffet. Nothing. His hands were starting to tremble.

He took a deep breath through his nose, holding it for a second before exhaling through his mouth, trying to calm his nerves. He tried to keep in mind how she ran away at the last party he hosted. In fact she didn’t really run away, she was just hiding from him. He tried to soothe himself with those thoughts.

‘She’s just hiding.’

‘She just needed some space.’

‘She hates crowds,’

Those thoughts helped calm him somewhat but not fully. He needed her by his side. Now. It was far too cold for her to be outside. She wouldn’t go there. He’d check the library first and if she wasn’t there, then he’d check the pond.

“Trebol,” Doflamingo called out to his right hand man. “I’ll be right back, keep an eye on things will you?”

“Sure thing boss!” He replied enthusiastically, saluting his master.

Doflamingo rushed from the room, his coat fluttering behind him as it always did when he was in a hurry. His heart pounded in his chest as he scurried down the corridors. Occasionally he would flash a smile as he passed a guest but as soon as they were out of view a quivering frown replaced his shit-eating grin. He was so scared that she really did leave him this time.

‘What if she never read my letter?’

The thought made his stomach ache. What if she never understands how he feels? He shook the thoughts from his mind as he approached the library doors. He stood before them, hands shaking and head spinning.

He pushed the doors open. And there she was, shoes off and in her favorite chair, book in hand. The book. The book he put the letter in. And hadn’t noticed him yet. He didn't want her to. As he watched, she just sat there, book closed and staring blankly at the cover. It looked as though she were in deep thought. A conflicting one at that.

Doflamingo couldn’t stand it any longer. He stepped forwards, making his presence known to her. (Y/N) jerked her head up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her face fell, looking rather disappointed as she saw him. That look always made his chest hurt. That look of pure and utter disappointment.

“There you are.” He spoke.

“What do you want?” She replied snarky, resting her elbow on the armrest and her head in her hand.

“It’s almost midnight, you should come back to the party at least for a toast.” He suggested.

(Y/N) shrugged, looking back down at the book, the letter peeking out.

“Please.” He begged softly.

She sighed, “Alright fine.”

She stood from the chair, stretching before putting her shoes back on. She left the book sitting in her chair, giving it one last look before following him out of the room,

It was only 11:30 pm when they returned to the party. The room was so loud that it made her head vibrate. She was immediately overwhelmed by the energy in the room. It was evident on her face and he of course saw. He reached down, grabbing her hand and giving her a soft, genuinely reassuring look. It was one of the first times she felt he was being truly kind.

11:40 pm.

Only twenty minutes. She was still drunk and high and was beginning to get a headache.

11:50 pm.

Doflamingo was looking rather proud with his hand resting on her shoulder as he chatted with an old acquaintance. Her head pounded now and the room was spinning. She gripped his coat just to ground herself to something familiar.

11:59 pm.

He had dragged her to stand in front of the clock, shoving a glass of champagne that she didn’t need into her hand. He laughed loudly as he pulled her close, startling her.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Before she could even react, his much larger lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss. It was only a couple of seconds long and it certainly caught her off guard, but it was nothing like their other two kisses. There was no coercion. No tongue. No groping. It was just a kiss. Casual even. Like she had been kissing him for years. It didn’t feel forced even though it was. For a moment she even kissed him back.

As he pulled back, he looked down at her, smiling. Not his typical devious grin, but a soft, gentle, loving, smile. He didn’t look triumphant or egotistical. He looked human. And in that moment, not even a full second, she thought she might have felt something.

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queef-of-fortune · 3 months ago

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-four:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) laid awake for hours that night, tossing and turning as she thought about the contents of the room. About the CDs. The key sat on the nightstand, its metallic gold coating shimmering in the moonlight. She wanted to go back. To ask more questions but it would only make him suspicious. Maybe it’d be best if she just told him. No. She shut that thought down immediately.

How could she possibly tell him that she somehow managed to die, potentially by her own hand, and ended up a thousand years into the future. There was so much about this world that was unknown to her. Regardless she made it her home and had no intentions of ever returning home. She loved her crew and couldn’t wait for these two years of life with Doflamingo to be over.

Over the next week, she hardly got to go see the contents of the room. Doflamingo had kept her clung to his side. Why? Because New Year’s Eve was approaching and of course he’d be throwing one of the biggest parties in all of the world. Or so he claimed. It was the only night that the citizens of Dressrosa were allowed to stay out past midnight. Everyone was always excited for his parties, everyone was invited to this one. That was only because he turned the entire country into one big party for New Year’s.

Doflamingo didn’t want (Y/N) to feel left out like he thought she had during the preparation for his birthday party. He wanted to make it up to her. He wanted her to be involved this time. His idea of involvement however was dragging her around everywhere and insisting she pick out the color scheme (Hot pink and turquoise).

She was sick to her stomach with remembrance of his last party. How she had hidden from him and how he bawled at her feet, begging for her to not leave him. She’d never forget the way his tears clung to the fabric of her dress, how his saliva pooled at her skirt, his white knuckles grasped at her flesh. She shuddered at the thought.

“Cold?” He said, breaking her from her thoughts.

She shook her head quickly, “No, I’m fine.”

It was late at night, who knows what time. Doflamingo was scribbling on some parchment while he pretended to be busy. (Y/N) was lounging in her swing, wrapped up in his feathered coat reading a book. The Devil Fruit encyclopedia to be exact. She had enough time the other day to go in and grab it before he came searching for her again.

He couldn’t help but watch her from the corner of his eye as he pretended to work. Her presence was illuminating. The way her hair framed her face, how her eyes glossed over when she was sleepy. Even the way she curled up in a ball in her swing, covered in his garment. As far as he was concerned, she was the only star in the sky. And she thought he was an animal, a monster even. He loved and loathed it all at once.

Just then as he watched her, he felt something in him ignite. He was utterly inspired by her. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and began to scrawl across the paper. She clearly didn’t like his last letter and now he understood why. She was a hauntingly profound woman. She wasn’t moved by sexual desire and raw power like most of the women he’d been with. And that’s partially what drew him to her.

(Y/N) remained unaware as she began to doze off in the swing. His heart swelled as he watched her chest slowly rise and fall. How her eyes fluttered as she fought hard to keep her eyes open as the book in her lap began to slip. A small, real smile graced his features as he watched her. He wanted to scoop her up from the swing and cradle her in his arms while he lulled her to sleep. Instead, he continued to write. He couldn’t put her to bed yet, not while she was busy being his muse.

Once he had finished his new letter, he folded it up, he didn’t put it in an envelope this time. As she snoozed in the swing, he gently took the book from her hands marking her place with the letter before closing it back. Then with ease he lifted her from her seat. Of course it woke her up, not that she’d let him know. She was too tired to care or argue so she allowed him to carry her to bed.

(Y/N) didn’t touch the book again for days. She didn’t have the time considering how much planning he had her doing. He wanted her opinion on everything. He claimed it was to make up for missing her birthday. Not like she even cared. Doflamingo knew she hadn’t read the letter yet. He wanted to shove it in her face and watch her unfold as she read, but he knew it was best to just allow her to find it for herself. He knew this one would do the trick. It’d slide her right out of her panties and into his lap.

It was now New Year’s Eve, and the party was to begin in an hour. He had himself dressed in a confident, glimmering, magenta suit. The suit itself was like a raging disco ball. It looked almost metallic, and it shined and sparkled in the light. His outfit screamed ‘80’s coke dealer’. He of course had it paired with his white framed sunglasses and small golden hoops in his ears. As well as pristine, shiny black, dress shoes.

He picked out (Y/N)’s outfit as well. Her dress shined but not like his outfit, it was a hot pink in color and God was it tight. It was sparkly and stopped just above the ankles. The hem of the dress was adorned with light pink feathers that matched his usual coat. He also paired it with a pair of pink heels to match. For accessories he put her in a pearl choker with a bracelet to match. Her makeup was soft yet sexy with darker eyeshadow and rosy tones.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Stoned and drunk already. she could hear the party roaring from downstairs already. It took her longer than she expected to get ready. Doflamingo was of course already downstairs greeting his guests. She was stressed about this party. She didn’t want him to act a fool again. He scared her when he was desperate like that. Yet she couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him begging at her feet once more.

She took one last puff of her joint before putting it out in a nearby ashtray. Taking a big deep breath, she pulled herself from the mirror and decided to make her way downstairs to meet the man of the hour.

The ballroom was filled to the brim with guests of all different shapes and sizes. Some were even as big as Diamanté. The crowd poured from the room and into the corridors and even out front. She had never seen anything like it before. People were everywhere, even dancing in the streets. However, she did notice that only certain guests were allowed inside the palace. His personal guests she assumed.

She moved gracefully throughout the room despite her inebriated state. She scanned each towering face as she passed. There were so many people it was almost hard to find him. But of course, there he was, standing in the center of the room, basking in his own glory. Soaking up all the attention he could get.

As soon as he spotted her, his face lit up, “There she is!” He bellowed, reaching out with one hand and a drink in the other.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her against his side roughly. He had clearly already had enough to drink and it wasn’t even midnight yet. Doflamingo kept his hand firmly around her waist, practically swallowing her whole.

“This here,” He slurred, “Is my new favorite toy.” He chuckled.

(Y/N) grimaced, groaning in irritation. The group of men before her had no intentions of hiding their hungry gaze. Doflamingo of course noticed.

“Watch it boys, you can look but don’t touch. I don’t share my toys. Especially this one.” He said teasingly, giving her ass a firm squeeze.

It caused her to jump and writhe from his grasp, clearly pissed. The men just laughed heartily at her response, as did Doflamingo. She stayed by his side for as long as she could stand. That was until he made a rather off-color remark—

“I mean look at her, look at those tits! Have you ever seen a prettier pair?” He gloated, staring down at her ravenously.

“Okay,” she said calmly, removing his hand from around her waist, letting it drop to his side. “We’re done here.”

And with that she walked away proudly, trying her hardest to not cause a scene. The men just giggled and waved as she headed for the bar. She was already hammered but what would one more drink hurt? She went ahead and ordered herself piña colada and watched him show his ass from afar.

(Y/N) sipped on her fruity little drink and observed the crowd mindlessly. That was until a voice from behind startled her out of her dissociative thoughts—

“Well, I didn’t think I’d see you here.” A deep familiar voice spoke from behind.

With eyes wide she wiped around. There stood a tall man, damn near as big as Doflamingo. His hair was black and slicked back, a cigar hanging from his lips. Her heart dropped to her stomach instantly. She recognized the man alright. Crocodile.

Her heart throbbed in her ears along with the music. She remembered him. Of course she did, how could she not? Luffy took him down. He was arrested. He should be locked away right now. Did Doflamingo know he was here? I mean they were both warlords, maybe they had ties together.

(Y/N) didn’t say a word at first, just stared wide eyed and lips parted in surprise. He wouldn’t dare attack her here. Right? There’s no way he’d try and get revenge in the middle of a party, would he?

“H-how did…?” She trailed off, sweating and clenching her drink.

“You don’t know?” He chuckled, shaking his head as he removed the cigar from his mouth, “You haven’t seen your captain in some time, have you?” He said, taking a seat beside her as he ordered himself a drink.

(Y/N) shook her head as she eyed him suspiciously. He didn’t seem like a threat… Yet. She glanced back over her shoulder at Doflamingo who was now gambling with a different group of men at a far-off table in the corner, hidden behind the sea of gyrating bodies. She then turned her attention back to Crocodile and her drink, stirring it idly.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked.

His sideways smile never left as he spoke, cigar hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. “Your captain helped free me. How about that?” He ashed his cigar.

“What? Why would he do that?” She asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t know much about what happened at Marineford that day, do you?” He said, looking almost equally as confused.

She shook her head no again.

Instead of informing her on the missed-out information, he asked a question of his own. “What the hell happened to you? I know the Strawhats got split up, but there’s no way Kuma sent you here.”

(Y/N) sighed, ruffling her hair in exhaustion. “Sure did. Don’t know why either. Now I’m stuck with… him…” She pointed a shaky finger over at the man himself, Doflamingo, who was cackling loudly across the room.

Crocodile tsked, shaking his head. “I feel bad for you kid. I wouldn’t wanna be stuck here with that flamboyant moron.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth, stifling a laugh.

“You never answered my question, why are you here, like at this party?” She asked, sipping from her cup.

“I was invited of course.” He replied, swirling the contents of his glass. “Tell me, what’s the deal between you and Joker?” He leaned forwards almost a little too eager.

“Joker?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “You mean Doflamingo?”

“Oh, you don’t know that either, huh?” He scoffed.

“Know what?” She asked before cutting herself and him off, “You know what, I don’t even care. I don’t need to be mixed up in any more of his shit.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“So, what are you to him then? His pet? Prisoner?” Crocodile smirked as he puffed smoke into her face.

“Both.” She huffed out, clearly displeased with her current situation.

He couldn’t help but laugh under his breath before downing his drink. “Another.” He said to the bartender, slamming his glass down.

(Y/N) watched as the woman poured the amber liquid over the ice cubes in his glass. He held up a hand, signaling her that that was enough.

“So, you used to be a Strawhat and now you’re a pet of the Donquixote family?” He teased.

“It’s not like that,” (Y/N) protested. “I didn’t leave. I was forced here and then taken against my will. Now I’m just trying to live out the next two years in peace.”

“Peace? With that guy? Good luck.” He raised his glass to her before downing its contents. “Nice talking to you, but I have some business to attend to.” And with that he stood and disappeared into the crowd, only leaving his empty glass as proof that he was there.

(Y/N) sat dumbfounded by the man. He was the last person she expected to see here. Did Doflamingo invite him here? What business did he have with him? She peered back over her shoulder to see what Doflamingo was up to just to find that he was gone from his previous spot. She scanned the room for him and Crocodile. They two of them were nowhere to be found. She couldn’t even sense his presence, and for once, she finally felt at ease, like she could finally enjoy the party.

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Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-three:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk deviously to herself as she sauntered down the hall on her way to the library. Doflamingo on the other hand, was heartbroken and seething. How dare she? Who did she think she was? Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe she didn’t find the letter. He had to follow her. He stood from his chair suddenly, making the legs scrape loudly against the floor, causing the rest of the family to shoot him a concerned yet fearful look.

“Everything alright, boss?” Trebol’s nasally voice spoke out.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled as he stomped out of the room, his coat fluttering behind him.

The door slammed shut behind him, echoing throughout the dining room and hallway. The rest of the family sat in a stunned silence. That was until Trebol opened up his big mouth.

“We’ve gotta do somethin'.” He sneered.

“About what?” Diamante replied as he continued to eat his breakfast.

“You know what, we all do.” Trebol gestured to the whole table.

“I think it’d be better if you minded your own business. You know how he is, he’ll gdet bored and move on eventually.” Diamante waved him off as the rest of the family listened to them.

“He has been acting strange.” Pica’s shrill voice piped up.

“Do you think he’s in love?” Baby 5 chimed in excitedly.

Giolla guffawed, “In love? The Young Master? Never!”

“Why else would he keep her? I’ve never seen him keep a woman around this long, let alone make her a part of the family.” Baby retorted.

“Well I like her.” Monet finally spoke up, a smirk forming as she brought her drink up to her lips.

“I don’t.” Sugar mumbled.

“Me neither, I don’t trust the little brat. She’s changing him and I don't like it.” Trebol sniveled.

Doflamingo stood outside of the library, breathing heavily as his hands trembled. He couldn’t tell the difference between fear and anger. He knew she was in there and it made his heart throb against his ribcage. He took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, ready to confront her.

There she was, curled up in her chair with her nose buried in a book. She didn’t even look in his direction when he entered. Didn’t even react. Not even when he stood before her.

“Can we talk?” His tone was gentle yet commanding.

“About what?” (Y/N) replied, sounding rather bored, her face still buried in her book as she flipped the pages idly.

“I think you know damn well what.” He was beginning to lose patience with her.

She huffed, slamming the open book down in her lap. She finally looked up at him, clearly annoyed.

“Did you read my letter?” He asked tentatively.

She hesitated for a moment, “Yes.”

There was an awkward pause between them.

“Well?” He said expectantly.

“Well what? Did you expect me to fall at your feet over it?” She snapped.

Doflamingo was taken aback. He thought that letter would surely make her heart sing. Why didn’t it work? Why did it hurt? He instinctively clutched at his chest to soothe the ache. He then composed himself, clearing his throat.

“So you didn’t like it?” He said with quiet sorrow.

His tone made something tighten in her chest. Guilt. (Y/N) looked away from him, sighing as she ran her fingers through her (H/C) locks.

“I didn’t hate it, but it certainly wasn’t an apology.” She sneered.

He straightened up, his expression shifting from almost mournful to ecstatic, his usual pride restored.

“Really?” He took a step forward, leaning down on her level.

He guided his hand up to her face, placing his thumb and forefinger on her chin, lifting her face up, “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

(Y/N) gulped, her own reflection staring back at her in his red lenses. He wanted to kiss her to feel her much softer lips against his own, to tangle his tongue with hers. But he knew she wouldn’t allow it to happen again. Not after what he had done. Instead, he let her go and backed away, giving her space.

“Come, I want to show you something.” He outstretched a hand to her.

She eyed him looking rather dissatisfied but took his hand anyway and allowed him to pull her from the chair. He led her to the other side of the library, weaving in between the shelves that towered above them until he reached the far corner of the room. There was a large cream-colored tapestry with an intricate illustration of the palace. Doflamingo turned back to her, giving a sly grin as he pulled back the tapestry to reveal an ornate wooden door hidden behind it.

He then pulled a big ring of keys from his pocket. He had to have at least one key for every room in the palace on that thing. Yet he had no problem identifying the correct key. (Y/N) watched intently as he unlocked the door, clicking the key in place. How could she not have noticed this before? She was always in the library and never even thought to pull back the tapestry. I mean why would she?

The door cracked open as if it had been years since it had been opened. And the inside proved that point. The light switch was dusty and covered in spiderwebs. He fearlessly flipped the light on with one finger before wiping the dust off on his shirt. The room wasn’t big, but it was full of shelves and boxes, all filled to the brim with artifacts, books, scrolls, and who knows what.

(Y/N) stepped in cautiously behind him, trying to analyze the contents of the room. It smelled of deteriorating leather and aged parchment. The scent of the room was intoxicating. There was an inch of dust on everything in the room, clearly it had been untouched for a long time.

“What is all this?” She asked, letting her fingers brush a clean path in the dirt on the shelf.

“This,” He began, gesturing around the room, “Is my collection.”

“Of?” She questioned.

“Of? Look around.” Doflamingo chuckled, grabbing a book from the shelf and blew off the cobwebs.

The cover was faded, and the pages were yellowed. He began to skim through the book, as if looking for something.

“This is history. Something the World Government wishes they had, something only the Celestial Dragons would dream of owning. Some of these artifacts are hundreds of years old. I have anything you could think of.” He gloated, smiling broadly as he spoke animatedly.

(Y/N) skimmed through the books, looking for something that pertained to where she came from. If she was lucky, he’d have something from over a thousand years ago. But as she glanced at each faded spine, she found nothing useful. Useful for her anyways. Robin would love this place, she thought.

“How far back does this stuff go?” She asked, staring up at him, her head tilted all the way back just to meet his gaze.

His smile only widened at her peaked interests. He knew it’d interest her, and she knew that she’d have to play his game to find out the information she wanted.

“Oh I don’t know, thousands of years perhaps… Why don’t you have a look for yourself.” And with that he removed the key from the ring and gave it a toss her way.

She caught it in the air, completely caught by surprise.

“You’re just giving me the key?” She asked, brown raised.

His smile never left, “I trust you…” His smile then flattered for just a quick second before returning, for that brief moment he looked… Regretful. “And this is my way of saying sorry. I’m giving you free reign of my most prized possessions. No one even knows this is here besides you and me. Not even Trebol.”

“Not even Trebol?” She asked, shocked.

“Not even Trebol.” He repeated.

She looked at the key in her hand. Feeling confused yet victorious. She had gained even more of his trust and access to her world potentially. She looked back up at him, batting her eyes and forcing out a small, pained smile.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Something unrecognizable flashed across his face briefly, something softer.

His softness didn't last. It was quickly replaced with his smug tone and expression.

“Let me show you my favorite.” He said, gesturing for her to follow him.

He then squatted down by a chest, unclamping the latches that held the box closed. With a thud, he flipped the lid revealing something she didn’t quite recognize at first. They were cracked and dusty clear plastic cases. CDs. With wide eyes she immediately got down on her knees beside him. Carefully she picked one up. It was musty looking and cracked all to hell. It was an old Britney Spears album. One that probably came out the same year she was born if not older.

She kept her mouth shut despite her clear interest. Doflamingo watched as she rifled through the scratched set of CDs. Not saying one word as she looked for one that was even playable. Sadly, they all were beyond repair, some of them more so than the others. Doflamingo then cleared his throat, snapping her from her daze.

“Well? Do you like them? I wouldn’t think you’d recognize them, but it seems you do.” He tapped on the CD case in her hand.

She had to play stupid. She batted her pretty eyes up at him, her lips slightly parted as she shook her head.

“N-no,” she stuttered, “I just— what are they?” She falsely inquired.

“Not sure exactly, but I suspect they play music.” He replied, picking up a Sublime CD that was severely dented and missing half of it before tossing it back.

“How did you get these?” She asked.

“Auction.” Was all he said.

“Hmm… Can you play them?” She said innocently, continuing to blink up at him.

He sighed dramatically but still smiled, “No beautiful, I can’t play them for you or I would.”

“Oh.” She deflated, holding the Britney Spears CD firmly in her hand.

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll find something one day.” He tried to reassure her, giving a firm pat on the back that neatly knocked her forwards into the chest.

He then stood, brushing the dust off of him, “Come, I have more to show you.”

(Y/N) followed suit, standing and brushing the dust from her hands as she followed. Doflamingo continued to ramble on about all that he had collected.

“How did you get all of this?” She asked him at one point.

“Bought some, stole some. Even killed for some. But knowledge is power, and I intend on being all powerful and all knowing.” He sounded almost God-like with his explanation.

“Oh, word?” She said, halfway joking.

That made him laugh under his breath as he shook his head. He didn’t comment however and continued to pull out scrolls from one of the shelves. They turned out to be maps of the world, old and new. He even showed her a map of the underground of Dressrosa. He certainly had a lot of secrets. Unfortunately, they weren’t secrets she was interested in, so she tuned most of his nonsense out. She was on the hunt for something else. But he didn’t give her any time to look further before he dragged her off to the next thing.

There were maps, music, books, poems, he even had some old movies, nothing from her time, they were only a couple hundred years old and playable on a projector snail. He yammered on about how God-like and powerful all of this made him, not that she really even listened. She just hummed in agreement or occasionally gave him a ‘yeah, totally,’ in reply when he was seeking her approval. Doflamingo’s collection was impressively vast, but he still didn’t have what she was looking for.

Hell, she wasn’t even sure what exactly she was looking for. Maybe an answer as to how she got here or maybe an explanation as to what happened to the world. She’d even love to know where Devil Fruits came from. She didn’t get much more time to look before he decided that she had seen enough for today.

“I think it’s time for lunch, I know you’re starving. You didn’t eat breakfast.” He said, turning to exit the room.

(Y/N) didn’t move. She stood with the Devil Fruit encyclopedia in her hands. He paused at the door, waiting for her. She huffed as reluctantly shoved the book back where she found it and trudged out, key clutched in her fist. Once outside, Doflamingo instructed her to lock it back. He then got down face level with her, taking the key from her hand and holding it in front of her face.

“Now don’t lose this key. In entrusting you with it. Don’t make me regret it.” He said sternly although his giddy expression didn’t match his tone.

All she did was nod slowly in return, making sure to bat her (E/C) eyes up at him.

“Good girl.” He patted her on the head softly before taking her hand and guiding her from the library.

As he led her farther and farther away from the secret room, she wondered what else he was hiding from her.

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