Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

by Ilooklikeafoundingfather

Summary:

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.

Chapter 1: One

The Strawhats had all been sent flying in every direction. All sent to different parts of the world by the Warlord Bartholimew Kuma.
(Y/N) had been sent hurling towards Dressrosa as soon as Kuma touched her. It was an insane ride there as she plummeted down into the earth, causing a paw print shaped crater. Luckily it was in a more secluded uninhabited area of the city. However, her arrival didn’t go unnoticed.
There was a loud boom, it was loud enough it shook the palace walls that surrounded him. He had sensed a sudden burst of energy and a massive impact in the distance. With a curious expression, he adjusted his signature glasses and decided to check it out himself.
The sudden disturbance jolted Doflamingo from his work. Naturally, his curiosity got the better of him—he needed to see what the hell had just happened.
When he arrived all he could see was a large crater in the earth, adding to the debris from the abandoned building that crashed down around the hole in the earth.
Doflamingo chuckled at the sight of the destruction. He had a feeling that whatever or whoever caused this had to have been pretty powerful to have done all this. Stepping closer, his sharp eyes scanned the debris, locking onto the unconscious body at its center.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked down at the girl. He couldn’t quite make out her appearance, but he was more interested in the energy that had caused this commotion. As he examines the massive hole in the ground from her harsh landing, he notices it’s in the shape of a giant paw print.
“Kuma…” A devious grin spreads across his face.
Doflamingo chuckled darkly as he saw the paw print. He recognized that mark instantly. Kuma, the government's enforcer, had a distinct way of doing things. The fact that he had sent someone here, and that someone had caused such destruction, only added to Doflamingo's curiosity. He knelt down next to the body, his gaze still fixated on the paw print, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Doflamingo pushed away the debris from the limp body to try and identify the person who was sent to him. He began to chuckle again, continuing to talk to himself.
“Well, well.. It looks like Kuma’s sent me a little present.” His voice was low and dark.
Doflamingo brushed aside strands of hair, his smirk widening as recognition set in. A member of the Straw Hat Pirates? His mind buzzed with possibilities. What an unexpected turn of events.
"A member of the Straw Hat Pirates? How exciting." He smirked, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he took in her appearance. He was already forming plans in his mind, thinking of ways to use this situation to his advantage.
A million thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to think about what to do with the girl. He’d have time for that later, for now he wanted to hurry up and remove her from the scene before people started to make their way towards the commotion.
He quickly decided he’d just take her back to the palace with him. With ease, he scooped up her limp form, her warmth seeping through his coat as he held her close. A slow smirk spread across his face—she was utterly at his mercy. He flew through the air using his threads so as to not be seen as he made his way back to the palace.
He quietly came in through his office window on the fourth floor, wanting to hide his new toy from everyone. Including the family. If he just waltzed in the front door with her everyone would know. He wanted to keep this little secret to himself for now.
He placed her gently down on the couch in his office. The large leather furniture swallowed her frame. He sighed, almost adoringly as he wiped smudged dirt from her cheek with his large thumb.
With that, he stood back up and made his way to his desk. He lounged in his chair, one arm draped over the armrest, watching her in complete silence. The only sounds in the dimly lit office were the distant murmur of the palace and the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. Time dragged on, but he didn’t mind. He could wait.
Then she began to stir. Her fingers moved first. Then her eyes fluttered open. Her breath hitched, her pupils dilating as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. A sharp inhale, a shudder—the unmistakable signs of fear. He relished it. His grin widened, heart pounding as she jolted upright, her eyes locking onto his. The sheer panic in them sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
“Look who’s finally awake.” He finally spoke, standing from his chair.
“Who the fuck are you?” Her voice was quiet yet raspy, her tone trembled with panic.
“Donquixote Doflamingo.”

Chapter 2: Two

Doflamingo had been watching (Y/N) from afar ever since he saw her very first wanted poster after she joined the Straw Hats, making a name for herself. He knew no information about the woman prior to that. He saw her picture in the paper one morning at breakfast. That was when his fascination started. He thought she was cute, laughed about the upcoming pirate crew that seemed to be making big waves, and that was all that was said.
The next time he saw her, he was at his favorite bar in Dressrosa. He was plastered when he went to stumble to the bathroom, there was a wall of wanted posters. Hers was amongst them. He stumbled forwards and pulled it from the wall admiring it in his drunken state. He shoved the paper into his pocket and forgot about it until the next morning when he pulled it from his coat pocket.
Later that day he placed it in his scrapbook that contained many clippings of newspapers and posters, mainly ones that pertained to his successes. Once he decided to keep that one poster, it spiraled from there. Any time he saw something in the paper that mentioned her or had a picture of her, he cut it out and placed it in the scrapbook.
Page after page, his scrapbook transformed into a shrine. Clippings of her achievements, photos torn from newspapers, even crude sketches he’d done himself—all of it carefully preserved, a growing testament to his fixation.
At first, it was just a passing amusement—a silly crush, nothing more. Or so he told himself. But with each clipping, each new mention of her name, his curiosity grew. By the time he found her buried in that rubble, he wasn’t just fascinated anymore. He was enthralled.
(Y/N) was twenty-three, (S/C) with (H/L), (H/C). Her face looked soft and symmetrical, with a smooth jawline. She has large, (E/C), almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate nose. Her lips are full, with a pouty, defined shape. She was half his height, as he stood at ten feet tall.
She wore a red tube top that showed off her midriff, it had a white star on the chest. She had paired it with a short denim mini skirt. The shoes were a tan pair of boots, fuzzy and white at the top. Her neck, fingers and ears were adorned with silver jewelry. A silver band with a jewel on both ring fingers, heart shaped hoops in her ears and a mushroom shaped pendant with turquoise in the center.
Her hair was messily braided to the side of her neck as well. Her eye makeup was dark and smudged, enhancing her eyes heavy allure. She also smelled like sweet, cheap perfume, and weed, with the faint scent of peppermint.
The couch was massive in comparison to her as she sat, looking disheveled and disoriented.
“Where the fuck am I?” She muttered to him, her eyes scanned the room nervously, taking in the details of his office before her eyes landed back on him.
“You’re in Dressrosa, pajarito.” He walked around the desk towards her, towering over the pirate.
“Why?” She inquired, almost breaking her neck as she stared up at him.
Unbeknownst to her, it had been three days since the incident at Sabaody. She was unconscious and flying through the air towards Dressrosa for three days.
He suddenly dropped a newspaper into her lap, throwing himself down on the couch next to her, crossing one leg over the other with his arms draped over the back. She picked it up hesitantly, reading the headline. She flipped open the paper to read the details of Sabaody.
“I have to find my crew.” She said abruptly, slamming the paper down in her lap without looking at him. He could see how scared she was and it only fueled his desire to keep her.
“Oh you’re not going anywhere, mi amor” His hand gently brushed away a loose strand of hair from her face, making her flinch in return. He only chuckled at her reaction. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.” He continued, twisting a strand of her hair between his fingers.
She remained frozen, unsure of what to do next, unable to move even if she wanted to. The stranger next to her was large enough to snap her neck with one hand. Donquixote Doflamingo. The name was familiar but she still wasn’t really sure who he was.
She finally mustered up the courage to speak again. “I have to find my crew,” she said, her voice still shaky but more firm this time.
His grin widened, and for a moment, her heart leapt. Had she gotten through to him?
“Of course, pajarito,” he drawled, leaning in just enough to make her breath hitch. “You can leave anytime you want.”
Relief surged through her—until his fingers wrapped around a lock of her hair, twisting it lazily between his fingers.
“But,” he continued, voice dipped in amusement, “where would you even start? Your crew scattered like leaves in a storm. And you—” he flicked the newspaper on her lap “—you were falling through the sky, completely at my mercy. Do you really think they’ll find you?”
She knew what he was doing, and yet she still could acknowledge that he was right. She was easily one of the weaker members of the crew. No Haki, no Devil Fruit. Hell, she wasn’t even physically strong, no special talents besides being double jointed, if you could even call that a talent.
To make matters worse, She had been pulled through time after she died, or so she assumed, and was sent into the future. This world was an unrecognizable shell of the Earth she once knew—like a post-apocalyptic nightmare come to life. No remnants of her old life remained, no trace of the cities, the history, the people. It was as if she had been erased from time itself.
Robin had helped her figure out where she had come from, helped her put the pieces together. They discovered that she came from at least a thousand years ago. The year 2022. No one besides her crew knew about her past. She had only been part of the crew for around four months before the incident at Sabaody that separated them, causing her to fall into the clutches of Doflamingo.
“What’s the date?” Her voice sounded almost defeated now.
His grin never faltered. “September 10th.” He answered simply.
She glanced back at the paper.
September 12th.
Three days.
As the realization sunk in, her breath quickened for a moment. This didn’t go unnoticed by Doflamingo as he watched her grip on the newspaper tighten. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers, making her breath catch in her throat.
“You just landed today, just in case you were wondering.”
She was. So where the hell was she for the couple of days she was unconscious? Nothing in this world made sense to her. Honestly this wasn’t even the craziest thing to have happened so far.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had to calm down, think. She wasn’t sure if he’d actually let her go, or if he’d help her find her crew. She could only hope he didn’t have an ill intent, but so far it didn’t look so good.

Chapter 3: Three

He stood abruptly from the couch, startling her. He held out a large hand to her. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” His voice was still prideful and venomous as he spoke.

She looked back and forth between his grinning face and his oversized hand. She sighed, knowing it’d just be best to play along with him for now. She had no clue where she was and wasn’t in any position to be picking a fight with a man quadruple her size it seemed. 

Reluctantly, she took his hand. Her small hand in his as her fingers brushed against the pink feathers of his coat. As she placed her hand in his, he bared all his teeth in an insane looking smile. It made her stomach twist with anxiety. 

Doflamingo led her through the corridors of the palace carefully. He didn’t want anyone to see her quite yet. Not even the servants. The palace was massive. Everything in it seemed to be double the size. The ceilings seemed to be twenty feet high.  Everything in the castle accommodated Doflamingo's large stature. 

She only stood hip high on him. It made her feel like a child holding her fathers hand. It was utterly humiliating and terrifying at the same time. 

As they made their way through the halls, he would periodically sneer down at her, clearly annoyed at how he had to slow his pace so she could keep up. Doflamingo was about to round the corner when he heard the sound of two men talking a few feet away. He panicked. 

Trebol and Diamanté. 

He definitely didn’t want them to know about her yet. They didn’t even know of his growing obsession to begin with. Out of sheer panic, he whipped around. Before she could react, a massive hand closed around her waist, lifting her as effortlessly as a ragdoll. Another hand clamped over her mouth, silencing the yelp that nearly escaped. His grip was unshakable—unyielding. 

Before she knew it, she was swallowed whole by his coat, pressed tight against the solid wall of his chest. He shoved her effortlessly inside his feathered coat as if she were a mere toy. 

They two men rounded the corner as he held her close to his body inside the mess of feathers. Completely hidden from sight. 

“Doffy, There you are!” Trebol’s nasally voice spoke out to him. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you! There was some kind of disturbance near—“ 

Doflamingo cut him off. 

“Yes, yes, I know…” He waved Trebol off. “I’ve already been down there and taken care of it.” 

It remained stuffed inside his coat with his forearm pressing her against him. She remained quiet and still, clearly she was being hidden for a reason.

Trebol tried to speak again, looking between Diamanté and Doflamingo. Fortunately, he cut him off again. 

“It was nothing to worry about, pain in my ass really.” He brushed the men off again, pushing past them. “I’ll see you at dinner.” Doflamingo buried around the corner and away from the men, keeping her securely tucked away. 

Soon they reached his private quarters. The doors were beautiful ornate wooden double doors. Massive in size. He entered, carefully releasing her and letting her settle on the floor. He clicked the lock behind him.

She turned to look at him, clearly not happy with her predicament still. 

“The fuck was that?” She huffed. 

He only chuckled in return, ignoring her demand. He walked past her and to another door in the room. 

“I’ll go run you a bath. Stay right there.” His tone was playful as he looked back at her. He entered the bathroom, leaving the door ajar so he could see and hear her. 

(Y/N) took the time to take in her new surroundings. There was a massive four poster bed in the center of the room against the wall. It was draped in silk sheets. They were a gaudy leopard print pattern with matching pillowcases. She had to admit, she kind of liked it. 

The bed stood up two times higher than what she was used to. Not to mention the fact that the bed was the size of two king sized mattresses. All of the furniture in the room was clearly designed for him personally. 

She couldn’t deny that the room was elegant yet flashy somehow. She didn’t move however. It was like her feet were glued to the spot as the only sound that filled her ears was the sound of water spilling from the faucet. 

Doflamingo soon emerged from the bathroom. His shit eating grin returned the moment he laid his eyes on her again. He leaned against the doorway. She couldn’t see his eyes beneath the red reflective lenses but she could feel him undressing her with his eyes.

Eventually he moved away from the door, taking his eyes off of her and fixing them on the dresser across the room. Doflamingo sauntered towards it. It felt like he was showing off. Putting on a show for her.  

He pulled open the drawer and pulled out a pair of his own boxers before opening up a different drawer next, pulling out a white button up of his as well. 

He had gotten them out for her to wear after her bath. With the clothes in his hand, he walked back into the bathroom, shutting off the water and placing the clothes by the tub. He grabbed a towel as well, making sure it was placed nearby. 

Doflamingo came back out to her before ushering her inside. 

“It’s ready.” He cooed. 

She hesitantly stepped forwards and towards the bathroom. She could feel something moving around in her boot. It was rather uncomfortable. How did she not feel that before? She ignored it as she stepped into the bathroom. 

Doflamingo shut the door behind her, but not before speaking to her again first. 

“I’ll be right outside waiting. Don’t try anything.” His voice was dark and venomous as he spoke down at her, still grinning wildly. It wasn’t even a smile. Too full of ill intent for there to be genuine joy in it. 

The bathroom was even more extravagant than the bedroom somehow. Again, everything was double in size. Hell, the tub was triple. It was a swimming pool for her. The room was steaming and smelled of lavender bubble bath. 

She reached inside her boot to see what the hell was so uncomfortable. Her fingers wrapped around something rectangular. My fucking phone, she thought. She yanked it out quickly. She didn’t understand how it even managed to survive the ride here. How did he not find it? Did he not even search me? 

She needed to find a place to hide it. Now. She looked around frantically before her eyes settled on a decorative vase on the window sill. It was empty. She placed it inside and carefully put it back. 

To avoid suspicion she undressed and got into the tub. She couldn’t lie, the water felt amazing. She didn’t realize how beat up and exhausted she was until her body was submerged under the warm water.

She washed herself and relaxed, trying to not think anymore. She stayed until  the water got cold. She didn’t want to go back out there to him. The air was freezing against her skin as he emerged from the water. Quickly, she dried and dressed herself in his clothes. 

The button up swallowed her smaller frame, slipping off of both shoulders and hanging down below her knees.  The sleeves were the worst part. They had to be rolled up multiple times and they were still baggy. 

His boxers threatened to slip from her hips. They were baggy too but not as bad as the shirt. They fit well enough. 

She picked up her clothes and shoes before heading towards the door. She hesitated, taking a deep breath, preparing herself for what lay on the other side of the door before opening it. 

Chapter 4

As soon as he shut the door behind her, his mind ran wild with excitement. Doflamingo couldn’t believe how she had just fallen into his lap like that. It was a godsend. A gift from the heavens. 

He had dreamed of having her in his grasp from the moment his obsession began. His brain was racked with all the plans he had in mind for her, for them. 

He snatched his silk robe from the back of the bathroom door. It was floor length and pink, feathered adorned the hem and sleeves. It mimicked his coat. 

He undressed himself completely except for his ever present sunglasses. They were never to be removed in front of others. He slipped the beautiful robe over his muscles before tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper, kicking his shoes aside. He sauntered over towards the bed, picking up his transponder snail from the bedside table. 

It rang for a moment before a servant on the other end picked up.  

“Yes Young Master, what can I do for you?” The man on the other end was eager to please Doflamingo. 

“I’be decided that I’ll be having my dinner in my room tonight. Oh and bring enough for two will you? I have a guest.” His voice sneered into the phone. 

“Yes right away sir.” The line clicked. 

He wouldn’t give away who his guest was quite yet. Besides, the servants knew better than to run their mouths about him. He had too many eyes all over this city. 

Doflamingo relaxed on the bed with a satisfied sigh. He watched the door, grinning to himself as he waited for her up to emerge from his personal bathroom. He’d never treated a captive this nice before that was for sure. 

After about twenty minutes there was a knock on the door. Doflamingo stood to open the door, backing up to allow the servant to push a cart inside the door. It was filled with enough food for six people rather than two. But Doflamingo probably ate enough for four people. 

There was steak, soup, wine, and dessert. He quickly shooed them away. He went ahead and poured himself a glass of red wine before settling back on the bed. He tapped impatiently on the sheets, debating if he should enter the bathroom. 

Thankfully, before he had time to act, the door creaked open. Doflamingo perked up at the sound. His grin returned as he saw her swallowed in his attire. 

“Perfect.” He purred, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a gulp. He licked the wine from his lips as if he was trying to tempt her. She grimaced in response, remaining by the bathroom door. Her eyes fell on the cart of steaming food before her.  

 

Her mouth watered. It had been so long since she had eaten. She didn’t even realize how hungry she was until the smell of cooked meat wafted into her nose. He relished that. 

 

“Come, sit.” He stood from the bed, making his way over toward a velvet sofa in the corner of the room, a wooden coffee table sat across from it. He pulled the cart along with him with one hand and held his glass firmly with the other. 

 

She eyed him suspiciously before following him over. She didn’t want  to be hungry. To have to eat in front of him. It made her feel weak. It was humiliating. She sat down as far away from him as she could. Tense and pressed into the corner of the massive couch while her feet couldn’t even dangle due to how far back she sat. 

 

He chuckled at her off putting and awkward behavior. He sat the plates and bowls on the table in front of them, watching her as she eyed each dish. He loved watching her. It was exhilarating to have her in his home. In his room. In his clothes. Eating his food. 

 

“Eat pajarito…” He cooed to her, pouring her a glass of wine to go along with it. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.” He set down the glass and picked up a steak knife and fork and began to cut her steak for her. 

 

She watched him as he cut up her food. What the fuck was he playing at? What were his plans for her? It was a nice gesture she supposed but it was still weird. 

 

He held up the fork to her face. A piece of perfectly cooked steak was steaming in front of her face. “Here.” His voice was the same. Almost condescending. Quickly she bit the steak off of the fork. He looked absolutely thrilled that she had complied. 

 

“Good girl.” He cooed again.

 

 It made her stomach twist in disgust. She hated this. Hated playing into the hands of some man. But she knew it was her best option right now. She let him feed her the rest of the steak. She never said a word the entire time. He didn’t mind however. He was just enjoying the power he held over her. 

 

The fork clinked on the porcelain plate as he set it down. He then picked up her glass and handed it to her. She noticed he hadn’t even touched his own food yet. Too busy feeding her and treating her like a pet or child. Clearly he enjoyed this too much. 

 

She drank until the glass was empty. It was about as big as her face, two times the size of a normal glass. He sipped from his too, his eyes never leaving her face. 

 

Wiping her mouth, she placed the empty glass on the table. 

 

“You gonna eat?” She asked him, speaking for the first time in a long time. 

 

He loved the way she talked. She’d barely let him have the pleasure of hearing her voice. She had a southern twang to her voice that was unlike anything he had heard before. It was odd sounding but he liked it nonetheless. 

 

“Worried about me are you? How sweet.” Doflamingo teased. She only rolled her eyes in return. 

 

He began to eat his own food as she sat there. It was her turn to watch him now. He really did eat a lot. She couldn’t stand to watch him tear apart that steak. It felt like a warning. A premonition. Like it was her future if she stayed here too much longer. 

 

He was off puttingly kind to her. It seemed fake and calculated. He clearly made it known that he didn’t want her to leave. She wasn’t even sure why either. She didn’t even want to know. She just wanted out. 

 

Dessert was chocolate covered strawberries. His grin was ever present as he picked one from the plate and brushed it against my lips. He twirled the strawberry between his fingers, eyes fixed on her lips.

“Come now, pajarito,” he murmured, brushing the fruit slowly against her mouth, smearing a bit of chocolate against her bottom lip. “Don’t be shy.”

She wanted to slap it away. But she didn’t.

Instead, she parted her lips just enough for him to push the strawberry inside.

She was reluctant yet again but complied. It felt easier. Like it was the smart answer. 

 

He forced her to eat a couple more before she finally held her hand up in silence, signaling she was full. He seemed content with that, not forcing her to eat more. 

 

“I suppose we should get to bed then, I’m sure you’re exhausted.” Doflamingo said. 

 

Her heart dropped. Bed. She didn’t want to go to sleep here. It made her want to come unglued. To panic on the spot. She didn’t though. She kept her composure. Blinking with a straight face as he spoke. 

 

He stood from the couch. He didn’t even give her the option. He just scooped her up into his arms like she was a cat. She gasped but didn’t protest. He set her down gently on the bed before climbing in beside her. He stared down at her for a moment, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, causing her to flinch. 

 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here.” That was all he said before flipping off the lamp. Leaving the room in complete darkness. 

 

He pulled her body close to his, throwing the sheet overtop of them as he did so. This time she protested. 

 

“Hey! What the fuck!?” She attempted to squirm from his grasp. He only shushed her in return, rubbing her side with one hand and holding her firm against him with the other as he tried to soothe her. 

 

“Oh come now, you’ve been behaving so well. Why mess it up now?” He teased. 

 

She was panting and panicking as he trapped her against his broad chest. “Why are you doing this?” She breathed out. He softly chucked, burying his face in her damp hair. 

 

“Because I want to.” He whispered into her neck. “I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to lay here.” He tried to feign innocence but she still didn't trust him. 

 

Truly he wouldn’t go any farther than this but how was she supposed to know that? 

 

“Go to sleep.” He tried to soothe her again.       “I won’t touch you, I swear.” He was already touching her but she knew what he meant, what she feared. She began to calm down some. She knew she wouldn’t win against him. It would be easier to just comply for now.

 

He lulled her to sleep. Or more like that larger than average glass of wine did. He soon followed after. Still clutching her to his chest as if she’d disappear in the night. 

 

Chapter 5

The sun began to peek through the slits in the curtains, flooding the room in the morning light. Doflamingo was the first one to stir. He had kept her in his arms all night long, refusing to let her go.

As he opened up his eyes, the first thing that came to his mind was her. And there she was. Sound asleep with her face pressed against his chest with one of his much larger arms underneath her and the other around her waist.

Her hair was a wreck. It was knotted and strung across her face as well as his arm and the pillow. He thought it was cute. She looked so much more peaceful this way.

He watched her as she slept, gently pushing her tangled hair from her face. He wanted to keep watching her sleep but unfortunately there was a loud rapping on the door.

She jolted from her sleep at the sound. Sitting straight up and out of his arms. Doflamingo sighed in disappointment, throwing his head back dramatically before pulling himself from the bed.

“This better be something important.” His raspy voice murmured out, mainly to himself.

He yanked the door open. “What?” He hissed. It was one of his servants.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Young Master.” The woman cowered as he glared down at her. “There’s someone here from the marines to speak with you.”
Doflamingo raised a brow, his smirk widening. The Marines? Here? Now?
How interesting.
“Oh? Is that so?” He looked back at the girl in his bed, shielding her from view. “Send them to my office, I’ll be there soon.”

He shut the door in her face before she could even reply. He stomped off towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him causing (Y/N) to jump.

She slowly pulled herself from the sheets. Last night had made her such a nervous wreck. She just wanted to see her crew again. She had been so worried about her own safety she almost had forgotten her main goal. Reunite with the crew.

After a few minutes Doflamingo emerged from the bathroom, looking a little more composed but still in his dramatic robe. He grinned at her. “Morning pajarito.” He cooed.
All she did was ‘hmph’ in reply.

He lightly chuckled as he made his way to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of boxers that matched the ones he put her in last night. Without warning, Doflamingo dropped the robe. Leaving himself completely bare in front of her.

She immediately shut her eyes tightly and snapped her head in the opposite direction of his body. “Dude, what the fuck!?” She bemoaned.

He chuckled, pulling the boxers on and covering himself. “My apologies.” He feigned innocence as he spoke. He finished dressing slowly. Like he was showing off for her. Like he wanted her to look at him.

Once he was dressed he slid his coat on again and stepped towards her. He reached for the drawer on the nightstand, taking out a key before gently placing his hand on the side of her face. He rubbed his thumb on her cheek for a moment before standing back up straight.

She didn’t say anything, just glaring up at him with a disgusted look on her face. Her body was riddled with tension everytime he laid his hands on her.

He strolled to the door without a care in the world, twirling the key between his fingers. He turned back to her, that sickening grin still in place.
“I’ll be back, little one.”
A soft ‘click’ echoed through the room as the lock turned. (Y/N) stared at the door, her pulse thudding against her ribs.

Once Doflamingo made it to his office there was in fact a messenger there from the marines. It was no one important. No one he knew anyways. Just some little nobody messenger boy.

“And what do you want?” Doflamingo growled at the man, leaning against the front of his desk.
Doflamingo leaned against his desk, rolling his shoulders lazily, as if this entire thing was a waste of his time. His sunglasses glinting in the light, making it impossible to tell where he was looking.
The Marine messenger shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.
“Fleet Admiral Sengoku has summoned you to Marineford. All Warlords are required to attend.”
Doflamingo tilted his head, grinning.
“Summoned, huh? How commanding.”
The Marine straightens his back, trying to appear firm.
“Portgas D. Ace is set for execution. The government expects your cooperation.”
Doflamingo laughs—loud and sharp, a hand running through his messy blonde hair. He loves this. The world is burning, and he gets a front-row seat.
He takes a slow step forward, making the Marine tense up.
“What exactly do you think would happen… if I said no?” Doflamingo sneers down at him.
The Marine visibly tenses but tries to keep his composure.
“Sir—” his voice shook slightly, “This is not a request. The Warlords are expected at Marineford. If you refuse, the government will… reassess your position.”
Doflamingo’s grin widens at the threat. He rolls his eyes from beneath his glasses and sighs dramatically, leaning up against the desk again.
“Fine, fine. Whatever.” He waved the marine off. “I’ll go willingly. Wouldn’t want to miss out. I’m sure it’ll be quite a show.”
The Marine’s posture loosens up in relief for a moment. He was thankful that Doflamingo didn’t put up a fight.
“Tell Sengoku I’ll be at Marineford. But don’t expect me to behave.” Doflamingo says to him.
The Marine bows before making his way to the exit.
“When am I to be expected?” Doflamingo calls out to him.
The Marine stops in his tracks before turning back to him.
“It takes three days to get there so I’d recommend leaving tomorrow morning, sir.” The Marine answered calmly before exiting, leaving Doflamingo alone in his office.
That was going to be a pain in his ass. He’d be gone for over at least a week. What the hell was he going to do with her?
A thought crossed his mind. Maybe she could come? I could hide her away in my ship. No one will even know she’s there.
It was risky. The government was already after her for being a Strawhat. If they found out he was harboring her he could lose his title.
But leaving her here? No. The thought made something ugly coil in his chest.What if someone found her? What if she tried to run?
No. No one else would have her. No one else would even know she existed.She was still his little secret. And he wasn’t ready to let her out of his hands just yet.
Doflamingo strolled out of his office, making his way back to his bedroom where he left (Y/N). He of course wouldn’t tell her where they were going or why. Hell, he wouldn’t even tell her until they were about to depart. He couldn’t let her think she had an out. He needed to keep her in the dark.
As he entered the room, she was waiting for him on the bed, her legs dangling, hair messy, and still wearing his clothes. She looked like she belonged to him. He just stood by the door for a moment, admiring her. Relishing in the fact that he completely had her under his thumb and she knew it.
“What was that about?” She asked.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” He said as if it wasn’t any of her business.
He stepped closer to the bed. Eyeing her like a predator.
“You hungry pajarito?” He spoke in a soft tone to her.
She sighed, crossing her arms, and rolling her eyes. He only stepped closer. His fingers curled under her chin, firm—unyielding. He tilted her head upward with a lazy ease, like she was something fragile, something his. Her pulse quickened beneath his touch, but she refused to flinch.
“Answer me.” He demanded, still smirking pridefully.
“I want some coffee.” Was all she said in return. Sounding rather bored.
He released her face, seemingly satisfied.
“I’ll send for it.” He stood back up straight, picking up his den den Mushi and calling the kitchen like he had the night before, requesting breakfast.
While they waited, Doflamingo sat next to her on the bed. Shifting the mattress. He sat thigh to thigh with her. Purposefully trying to make her uncomfortable.
She scooted away from him just enough for them to not be touching. His ever present smirk never leaving his face. He pulled her against him, this time pulling her into his lap before she could even protest.
“Let me the fuck go!” She snarled at him, sounding more disgusted than afraid. She didn’t physically fight him but continued to complain. “I just don’t get what the hell your problem is buddy, why are you being like this?”
He laughed in return, feeling her begin to wiggle and writhe in his grasp as he refused to let her go. He forced her body closer to his. Pressing her face to his chest and wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Ew, stop.” She whined, trying to pull her face from his chest.
“Oh come on, why can’t you just be nice to me.” His tone was laced with mock hurt. “Just let me hold you until the coffee gets here.”
He placed his chin on the top of her head. Holding her like she was the only thing that grounded him. Like he couldn’t bear to lose her.
“Please...” He whispered into her hair. There was something in his voice that sounded almost like desperation. Catching her completely off guard.
Doflamingo was always arrogant, always in control. But this? This almost sounded like… need.
She should have been disgusted. And she was.But the way he held onto her—like she was the only solid thing in his world—made something dark curl in her stomach.

Chapter 6

There was a knock on the door. Making both of them turn their heads towards the sound. 

“That was fast.” He murmured into the top of her head before releasing her. Pulling her from his lap and sitting  her on the bed. He stood as the rapping became louder, more frantic. 

“Alright, alright!” He was starting to get annoyed. 

He yanked the door open, making sure his body blocked the room from view of whoever was on the other side. 

Trebol. 

“Young master!” His voice was unbearable. “Where have you been? You weren’t at dinner or breakfast this morning.” His voice was full of concern. 

Doflamingo only looked more irritated at the man’s nosing. 

“What does it matter, I can do as I please.” Doflamingo answered sharply.

Trebol tensed at his tone. “I-I’m sorry Doffy, I was just wondering if you were alright!” He tried to defend himself. 

“Well thanks for the concern.” Doflamingo replied sarcastically before shutting the door in his face. 

That was a close one. 

He turned back to face her. His confident expression had returned again. 

“Now,” He stepped closer, “Where were we—“ his hand reached out, grabbing her face. She gasped as he bent down to her face level. Her eyes were wide. Heart threatening to come out of her throat. 

His face was now inches from her face. She could only see her horrified reflection in his lenses. The smell of his cologne was overwhelming. She hated the way his breath felt on her lips as he moved even closer. 

The space between them shrank. His hand was still on her jaw, his grip firm—unyielding. She could feel his breath, warm and steady against her lips. The air felt too thick, too heavy, too charged.

His lips brushed hers—so lightly it could have been a mistake. But they both knew it wasn’t.

Then—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She thought he was going to rip the door off of the hinges this time. In a blink he went from being on top of her to the bedroom door, yanking it open once more. 

“WHAT!?” He growled at the poor servant girl from last night. 

She cowered in fear, trembling as she gripped the cart that carried the breakfast he specifically ordered. 

He looked down. Embarrassment and regret briefly flashed across his face before he let anger replace it again. 

He didn’t even say anything else or give her time to speak before he snatched the cart from her hands and pulled it into the room. He slammed the door shut once more, shaking the walls. 

As he turned back to gauge her reaction to his outburst. Her face was a look of disbelief and shock. It wasn’t necessarily fear but just absolutely appalled that he would even act like that. 

He merely brushed it off. Wanting to pretend like nothing happened. He began to serve her breakfast in bed. He took the trays from the cart and placed them in the bed at her side. 

“Eat.” He demanded. 

She just stared at him. She clearly wasn’t fond of the way he treated that poor woman, but she knew better than to say anything. But she didn’t need to. Her face said it all. 

Disgust. 

It made his heart ache in an unfamiliar way that frightened him for a moment. He didn’t let it show however. He kept his stern expression. 

“Fucking starve then.” He said through gritted teeth. He stomped away from her and out of the room. Slamming the door yet again. She was surprised it was even attached to the frame anymore. 

Chapter 7

(Y/N) was left alone in his room stunned by his tantrum. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Full blown cackle. Snorting like a pig and all. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter but it wasn’t enough. She buried her face in the pillows. 

She pulled her face from the silk fabric once she calmed herself down. Then, as if nothing had happened, she began to fix herself a cup of coffee. Adding cream and sugar to a cup. She sipped it carelessly as she sat on the bed. Wondering if he’d even return today. 

Doflamingo was pacing his office in pure humiliation. He racked his brain with what made him behave this way. He’s never been so obsessed before. He’d been with plenty of women and none had ever made him behave this way. 

He was the type of man to always be surrounded by women and admirers wherever he went. He never kept lovers around for very long. He always threw them out when he was finished, usually the same night. 

But this— this was different. 

He stomped over to his desk, rifling around in its top drawer before pulling out a key. He examined it before hastily shoving it into the third drawer, unlocking it. 

Inside the drawer was the scrapbook. 

The scrapbook.

He flipped through it quickly until he reached a blank page. Doflamingo then pulled a pen from his desk and began to write frantically across the page. 

She looked at me like I was disgusting.

Like I was beneath her.

Like she wasn’t already mine.

I should have punished her for it. Should have made her regret it.

But I didn’t. And I hate that I didn’t.

She doesn’t fight. She doesn’t scream. But somehow, she still defies me.

And that is the most infuriating thing of all.

She doesn’t understand yet. That look in her eyes—it won’t last forever.

She’ll break. They all do. And when she does, she’ll see that there was only ever one place she belonged.

Here. With me.

She makes me angry.

She makes me want.

She makes me…

The pen scratched against the paper so hard it tore.

…I need to go back.

Back inside the room, (YN)’s eyes kept flickering to the bathroom as she chewed on a piece of toast. She wanted her phone. But she was too scared he’d catch her. 

Not to mention she had no way to charge it so if the battery died that was it. It’s not like it worked in this world anyways. Franky had built her a charger that matched up with her phone. Of course she didn’t have it here. 

The phone was just for comfort. There was music, movies, and TV shows from her past life on it. She wasn’t sure how it managed to end up here with her but she was thankful that it did. 

She really needed that comfort right now. But again, she was scared of getting caught. He’d ask so many questions if he found that. 

She had checked her hiding spot earlier and it was still there thankfully. So she didn’t have that to worry about. Yet. 

The door suddenly clicked open. The hinges creaked as Doflamingo slowly stepped inside. He looked cautious but still confident. His hands were clasped behind his back as he made dramatic strides into the room. 

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. Just sat there, casually chewing, sipping her coffee, like she hadn’t spent the night in his bed, in his clothes, in his grasp.

Like she hadn’t just humiliated him.

She should have been afraid. Instead, she looked… bored.

“I see you’re finally eating.” His voice was tense. 

She said nothing. Just eating. Then sipping her coffee. She was boring a hole through him and yet her expression remained blank. It drove him crazy. 

He was starting to crack and she could see it. Giving him nothing at all was the worst thing she could do to him. 

“Answer me.” His tone was dark as he clenched his jaw. 

She said nothing.

Doflamingo stomped towards the bed. His long legs shortened the distance quickly. He stopped in front of the bed where she sat. She only stared up at him emotionless. 

She gently placed her cup on the tray and looked up at him. Blinking slowly. He stared down at her. His chest heaving as he breathed heavily. 

His hand moved faster than she could react—fingers clamping around her jaw, forcing her head upward. The pressure was just shy of painful, his thumb pressing hard against her cheekbone. He brought his face close to hers again. Visibly furious again. 

“I have been nothing but kind to you.” He snarled, his voice barely above a whisper. “And yet you can’t even speak when spoken to.” He spat, his tone laced with venom. 

She just blinked up at him, refusing to give him any type of reaction. 

He’d just have to make her regret treating him like this. He brought his lips close enough to her ear that she could feel his breath. 

“Haven’t I been good to you, pajarito? Haven’t I been kind?”

His breath was warm against her ear, his voice soft, gentle—like he was telling a lover a secret.

“You could have it so easy. If only you’d stop fighting me.”

 

It sent a chill up her spine but she wouldn’t show it. He continued to try and coax a reaction out of her. He placed a soft kiss on her earlobe before slowly and gently trailing down the side of her neck. 

He could feel the way her body tenses under his grasp. This is what he wanted. Control. A reaction. It’s all he wanted. For her to show some type of emotion towards him. Even if it was hatred. 

Her hands shot up before she even realized what she was doing. She shoved him—hard. Harder than she should have been able to. Harder than he was expecting. He stumbled back, just for a second. But it was enough.

He only grinned widely at her. Clearly satisfied now. He licked his lips like a dog begging for a meal as he stared down at her menacingly. 

“You’ll come to me soon enough pajarito.” He chuckled, taking a couple steps back.

Chapter 8

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me!” She growled at him, wiping his saliva from her neck in disgust. “Eugh, sick…” 

Doflamingo chuckled at her reaction but something deep down pained him.

“Alright.”

He shrugged, opening the door like it was no big deal.

“I won’t touch you.”

His hand gripped the doorframe. His voice dropped to a murmur.

“Not until you beg me to.”

And then he left.

(Y/N) watched him leave, a disgusted look still plastered on her features as she continued to judge him. She was relieved that he left again. Hopefully this time he’d stay gone for a while. She shivered in remembrance. It was like she could still feel his lips on her neck. Feel the warmth of his breath in her ear. Smell his cologne.

She pulled the sheet off of her body completely, pushing the trays of food aside as she climbed out of the bed. She didn’t have anywhere to go. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. The room was bright with the morning sun as she paced nervously. He had been gone for an hour and she wondered where he had gone off to. 

What was he planning?

She decided she’d snoop around for a little while. Maybe she’d find something that could help her get away from him. She started rooting around in his bathroom first, finding nothing interesting in there. Just things you’d expect to find in a bathroom.

Next was his closet. Again, nothing interesting. Just his flamboyant and dramatic clothing. She couldn’t help herself but to look at every piece of his ridiculous clothing. They were intriguing, eye-catching even. She had to admit, he did dress nice. He was an eccentric man, not caring what anyone thought yet everything he did, he did for attention. All attention was good attention. 

Once satisfied with rummaging through his closet, she moved on to his dresser. This one was a little interesting.  The first drawer was underwear, second socks, and third undershirts. The top drawer on the right side however, was full of more… Intimate items. She didn’t dare touch a thing in that one. She closed it back, stifling a laugh, afraid he might hear.

After she saw something she’d rather not see, she decided to not search the dresser any further. Next up, his nightstand. She squatted down to the nightstand on the right side of the bed, pulling the drawer open. This drawer was full of scattered papers. She rifled through them. Most of it was nonsense to her. She had no idea what any of it meant or was. 

There was one piece of paper that did catch her eye. It was a letter. A letter addressed to her. 

I wonder if you even know who I am. If you’ve ever heard of me before. Probably not, you’re just a girl. That’s alright though. I know we’ll meet one day. I’ll make sure of it my love. 

You don’t know it yet but we’re meant to be. 

I saw you in the papers again today. Another bounty increase. Another victory. You must think you're unstoppable.

It’s funny. You don’t even know I exist, and yet, I know so much about you. 

I dream about the day your little crew makes it to the new world. 

Until then, I’ll be patiently waiting. 

 

She read the letter over and over again, trying to process it. 

Her breath felt tight, stomach twisting as she reread the words.

Her name wasn’t written anywhere, but she knew. She knew.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she folded the paper back into place, as if touching it too long might brand her.

Was this about her? No it couldn’t be. He was probably talking about someone else. 

The sound of footsteps clicking down the hallway made her heart drop to her stomach. She hastily shoved the papers back and shoved the drawer closed, climbing back up into the bed. Her heart was racing as the footsteps stopped right outside the door. The lock clicked open before Doflamingo cracked it open slowly. Almost as if he was expecting her to throw something at him.

Once he was fully inside the room,  he shut and locked the door behind him. Just like he had done every time so far. She noticed something in his hand. Draped over his forearm was a red dress. She couldn’t make out the style. A pair of black strappy heels were in his hand as well. 

He was wearing his signature shit eating grin as if nothing happened earlier. She also noticed how he wasn’t wearing his silk, feathered robe anymore. He was now wearing one of his flashy outfits, pairing it with that stupid coat.

“Have you been behaving yourself little one?” He was mocking her. 

She didn’t answer of course, just glaring. 

“Awe, still playing shy are we?” He chuckled under his breath. “That’s alright, I’m a patient man.” He stepped closer to the bed where she sat. 

Doflamingo laid the dress and shoes down on the bed next to her. 

“I picked these up for you while I was out.” He said, imagining her in it.

She examined the dress, holding it up in the air to get a good look. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking and he hated it. She was always so hard to read. It drove him crazy. 

“Well? Is it to your liking pajarito?” He asked impatiently.

She eyed the dress once more. Face blank. 

“I like it.” Her tone was empty as well. Making him unsure if she was telling the truth or not. 

Regardless, he grinned anyway, clearly pleased with her answer. 

“Good,” He drawled, “Go get dressed, quickly.” Doflamingo urged. 

She huffed, rolling her eyes. 

“Come on, we’ve got plans.” He urged again, pulling her from the bed by her arm. His grip didn’t hurt but it certainly wasn’t gentle as he pulled. 

She huffed again in irritation, glaring at him as she rubbed her  wrist where he grabbed it. She snatched the dress from the bed as she stomped off towards the bathroom, her eyes never leaving him. 

After a couple of minutes, she emerged. The dress was Blood-red —a color that demanded attention just like he did. The fabric had a subtle sheen, due to the material. It was a blend of silk and velvet, smooth and cool against the skin, but with a weight that hugged every curve.

The bodice was fitted with a plunging sweetheart neckline, designed to frame her collarbone and cleavage perfectly. The fabric cinched at the waist, accentuating her hourglass shape, before flowing into a soft, elegant drape over her hips.

The back was completely open, exposing the length of her back—a contrast between elegance and vulnerability. Thin, delicate straps crisscross near her shoulders, holding the fabric in place.

A high slit went up on one side, revealing just enough of her thigh with every step—something that forces her to be hyper-aware of how much she’s showing. And finally, a black lace trim that subtly lines the edges, a small detail that adds to the allure. The black heels he brought matched it well.

(Y/N) could feel his eyes boring into her, even through his lenses. Doflamingos grin became even more sinister. Now laced with desire as well. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. Lust? Amusement? Something worse?

“Absolutely beautiful, pajarito.” He breathed out, as if  it truly had taken his breath away.

He stared at her for a moment longer. Looking as though he’d like nothing more than to rip the gown from her body. 

“Come,” He held a hand out for her, “We have to move quickly.” 

She hesitated for a moment before reaching for his hand. Unfortunately, as soon as her fingers grazed his, he grabbed her wrist. Pulling her into him harshly. He scooped her off of her feet as she yelped in protest, squirming again him. 

He shushed her as he tried to shove her inside his coat like he had done previously to hide her from Diamanté and Trebol. 

“Just hold still—“ Doflamingo grumbled, shoving her in harder. “Can’t have you being seen just yet, pajarito. Not until the time is right.”

She soon gave up, huffing in irritation. He sighed, “Good, now stay still and be quiet.” He commanded, making his way to the door. 

She was dying to know where he was taking her but she didn’t even ask. She already  knew he wouldn’t tell her anyway. Maybe he was finally taking her to her death. It’d be better than being here with this psycho.  

Chapter 9

Doflamingo held her tight to his chest, pulling his coat closed so no one could see inside as she clinged to his torso. The only thing she could hear was muffled conversations in passing and the only thing she could feel was the vibration of his voice when he spoke as well as his frantic heartbeat. He clearly didn’t want to be caught with her. 

 

His heart thudded quickly in his chest each time he was stopped. Especially when Diamante stopped him. 

 

“Hey Doffy!” The man who was even bigger than Doflamingo called out to him. 

 

She could feel Doflamingo’s body tense as he called out to him. 

 

“What?” His tone was snarkier than intended.

“None of us have hardly seen you the past couple of days.”
Diamante crossed his arms. “You disappearing on us, boss?”

Doflamingo forced a grin. Too sharp, too quick.
“Busy.”

Diamante tilted his head. His eyes flicked to Doflamingo’s coat.

(Y/N) held her breath.

“Busy doing what?”

Doflamingo’s grip on her tightened—a silent warning.
“In due time, Diamante.” His voice was a razor-thin thread. “Don’t question me.”

Diamante stared for a moment longer. Then shrugged.
“Whatever you say, boss.”

(Y/N) was trying her hardest to peek out from his coat to see what door he was opening up. Of course he quickly yanked it shut again before she could get a look. As she tried to make out their whereabouts with the rest of her senses, she could hear the sounds of birds. Smell the sea on the breeze. They were outside. He was taking her outside of the palace. But where?

 

She wiggled in his grasp as she felt his pace quicken. 

 

“Quit.” He hissed under his breath at her. Before she could move anymore he gripped her tighter, making her wince as he dug his fingers into her sides. He then launched himself into the sky using his strings. 

 

The sensation was a horrible feeling. It was the same feeling you get on a rollercoaster. She gasped, tightly closing her eyes, and gripping his shirt tighter. The way she clung to him in fear only fueled his pride and possessiveness. 

 

As Doflamingo landed on the docks, the surrounding Marines stiffened up as they prepared their own ships for departure. They all looked away, completely avoiding his eyes. He thrived when men cowered in his presence. 

 

He strutted up to his own massive ship, The Numancia Flamingo. It resembled him of course. A giant flamingo with sunglasses on. Pink and flashy, just like him. The first voice she heard was Trebols.

 

“Ahh, Young Master, you’re back! Where’ve you been hiding, hmm?” He was grinning and rocking on his feet.

 

“Here, there. Everywhere.” Doflamingo replied, walking past him wearing his usual smirk. 

 

“So, what’s next? Marineford’s waiting.” Trebol’s nasally voice followed.

Marineford.

She didn’t know where that was, but she knew what it meant.

She wasn’t just trapped in a palace anymore.
She was being taken somewhere she couldn’t escape. Somewhere she couldn’t run. Somewhere she wouldn’t be found.

She wanted to throw up.

 

Doflamingo continued to walk, clearly trying to brush off Trebol. 

 

“Just get the ship ready, I want us sailing in less than an hour— No exceptions.” He demanded, not even bothering to look back at Trebol as he made his way inside the ship. Once the door closed behind him, she could feel some of the tension in his body release.

 

He continued to walk, his long legs shortening his stride as he made his way through the vast vessel. He soon stopped, opening up another door before stepping inside. She heard the sound of the door closing and locking behind them. 

 

Before she could react, he opened up his coat before pulling her clinging form from his body. He held her by her waist with one hand as he set her down on the floor. She stumbled in the heels she wore, quickly gaining her balance soon after. She scowled up at him as she brushed her hair back down and straightened out her dress. 

 

“What the hell is Marineford?” She demanded. Glaring at the man who dared to grin in her face proudly. 

 

“Nothing for you to worry about, you won’t be leaving this ship.” He explained, leaning down so he could twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. 

She slapped his hand away before she could think.

The grin slid off his face.
Just for a second. Just long enough for her stomach to twist with regret.

And then—he laughed.
Slow, deep, amused. But his fingers twitched like he wanted to grab her again.

“Oh, now don’t be that way.” He leaned down even closer to her face. This time he placed his hand on the back of her head so she couldn’t back away.

 

“It’s for your safety, my love. Trust.” He cooed at her. Now only about an inch away from her face. 

“Get the fuck out of my face right now.” She growled between clenched teeth. The whole time her eyes never left his lenses. 

 

He truly did admire her fire. They both knew she could never take him. He was far more powerful than anyone on her crew, and she was by far one of the weaker ones. She made him feel as though he were taming a feral cat. She soon would love him. He was sure of it. 

Chapter 10

He relished her act of defiance. “Oh? And what if I don’t little bird, then what?” He taunted her. Doflamingo stayed where he was, daring her to stop him. They both knew she couldn’t. Yet, it still didn’t stop her from running her mouth. 

 

Her eyes squinted in irritation as she sized him up. It was almost like she was really debating if she could take him or not. His laughter boomed throughout the room, only making her glare deepen. She looked rather hostile at the moment. 

 

“Awe, did I make you mad?” He finally removed his hand from the back of her head,releasing her. 

 

He allowed her to step back from him, still looking hateful. 

 

‘Don’t look at me like that, I’m only teasing.” He cocked his head to the side, grinning down at her. His voice was full of false compassion. 

 

“Go fuck yourself.” She murmured to him, crossing her arms over her chest. 

 

It only made him chuckle again. 

 

“I suggest you watch your mouth. If you were anybody else, I would.ve killed you for running your mouth at me like that.” Doflamingo warned, stepping forward as he towered over her.

 

“I don’t give a fuck!” She huffed in irritation. 

 

“You don’t give a fuck huh?” He repeated. “You want me to kill you?” His hand shot out to grab her chin this time, but it was like she saw it coming. She jerked her head back quickly, just as his fingertips brushed against her skin. 

 

It made his smile falter again. This time it stayed gone and was replaced with a look of irritation as he furrowed his brow at her, upper lip twitching. 

“I hope the fuck you do!” She snarled, taking a couple more steps back to lengthen the distance between them. 

 

His mouth twitched into a smirk again, but his brows remained furrowed in irritation.

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was lower now. 

 

“It’d be better than staying here with you. ” Her words felt like pins and needles in his chest. 

 

It hurt. 

 

Why did it hurt? 

 

He clenched his jaw and both fists as he stood upright. The smirk was no longer on his face. 

 

‘I should snap her neck.’

 

He was furious. No, hurt. He just couldn’t tell the difference. 

 

“Puta maldita.” He mumbled under his breath, between gritted teeth. 

 

She still heard it. He wanted her to. 

 

“I don’t care.” She continued to push him even further. 

 

He closed his eyes, releasing his fists from their tight position. He took a deep breath.

 She was just trying to get a rise out of him. He wasn’t going to let her. 

 

“I’m going to go make preparations for our departure.” Doflamingo excused himself. He turned his back to her before leaving her alone in the room, locking the door behind him. 

 

(Y/N) was locked away in an unfamiliar space, yet again. “Fan-fucking-tastic.” She groaned, placing her face in both hands. Once she pulled her face from her hands, she began to examine the room he placed her in. It was clearly the captain's personal quarters. 

 

The room was just as extravagant as his bedroom at the palace. Spacious & elegant—far larger than necessary for a ship cabin. But then again, the man was ten feet tall.  The floors were dark wood with a leopard skin rug in the center of the room.

 

The walls were lined with shelves—some of it books, but mostly personal treasures. Weapons, and trophies from fallen enemies. A massive desk sat on the opposite end of the room—made of polished blackwood, covered in maps, contracts, and unfinished letters.

 

The bed here was similar to the one in the palace. Beyond big. It was draped in black silk sheets—smooth, cold against the skin. Expensive, luxurious, and possessive.

Leopard-print pillows—They matched the ones in his bedroom at home. A reminder that he’s still wild beneath the wealth. Gold posts & a deep red canopy adorned the bedframe—making it feel more like a royal chamber than a ship’s cabin.

 

On the other side of the room—Across from the desk, was a bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. It was almost identical to the bathroom in his palace. Clearly, they were both customs made for him. 

 

As her eyes scanned the room, they landed on his desk. She’d go ahead and snoop here as well. 

 

Why not? Fuck him.

 

She stomped over towards his massive desk. It stood as tall as she did. On the surface of the desk were papers. Mainly things she cared nothing about. Naval routes, coded messages, and battle plans. Maps of the Grand Line, Dressrosa, Marineford. Boring stuff. She should have paid better attention to those papers, but she was more concerned with finding something incriminating. 

 

She yanked at all six drawers. Three on each side. All locked. 

 

“Motherfucker.” She huffed, searching the desk for a key of some kind. Nothing. She tapped her foot on the floor as her eyes scanned the room as she thought. She then got the bright idea to search the drawer on his nightstand. 

 

She started on the right side. She pulled open the drawer—and immediately recoiled. A package of condoms. A bottle of lube. Expensive, high-end brands. Her stomach turned violently. She made sure not to touch that.

 

‘At least he’s safe.’ She thought to herself, moving to the other nightstand. This drawer contained even more personal items. More personal than the right side. Her fingers brushed against something different. Not paper. Not wood.

Leather.

She pulled it out carefully, holding it in both hands. The cover was black. Worn at the edges. A thin gold clasp kept it shut.

She flipped it over. No title. No name.

But she already knew whose it was.

His journal.

Chapter 11

She ran her fingers against the pages of the book. Her heart thudded in her chest as she held her breath, trying to listen. She didn’t hear any footsteps approaching. Only the sounds of the sea lapping against the ship and the faint sounds of the crew preparing on deck. 

 

She flipped the book over, staring at the blank, leather cover. Taking a deep breath, she opened it. The date at the top of the page indicated that the entry was from at least eight years ago. Far before they ever met, before she joined the Strawhats, or even appeared in this world. 

 

The streets are still soaked in blood, but the people cheer. Fools. They would have welcomed anyone who could end their suffering—whether it was me or another tyrant. But they don’t understand. They don’t see what I see. I didn’t just take this kingdom. I was always meant to have it.

 

She squinted her eyes as she read. (Y/N) flipped to the next page, reading the following entry. 

 

I dreamt of him again. 

He always crawls.

His coat is drenched in blood, the white snow turning red like it always does. I step closer. He mutters something. I never hear it. I don’t care what it is. I already know how this ends.

I pull the trigger.

I watch him fall.

And for a moment—just a second—I see something I hate.

He isn’t afraid.

Not of me.

Not of death.

He’s relieved.

I hate that. I hate him. I hate that I still dream about this like some fucking child crying over spilled milk. I hate that no matter how many times I wake up, he’s still there, still watching me.

I killed him. He’s gone.

So why won’t he stay dead?

Why won’t he fucking stay dead?

 

She wasn’t sure who he meant. Regardless these two entries alone were haunting. She of course continued. Desperate to uncover the secrets of the man who held her captive. This time, she flipped towards the back of the book, looking for more recent entries. 

 

It started as a curiosity. A passing amusement. A joke.

What has she done to me? 

I’ve never even met the little beast, and yet she’s entranced me. 

God, the things I’ll do once I get my hands on her. 

Her mouth was slightly agape as she read the diary entry. It was clearly about her. It was absolutely chilling. It made her uneasy thinking about what he could possibly have planned for her. Her hands shook slightly as she flipped to the next page. 

I need to get my hands on her.

It’s past midnight, and I can’t fucking sleep. Again. The city below is quiet, the kingdom at peace, but my body is not. I should be reveling in my power, basking in my success, indulging in whatever pleasure I choose. But no. She has infested my mind like a sickness, and I can't get rid of it.

I've seen the way she moves—too carefree, too wild, too untamed. A woman like that has no place in this world. A woman like that needs boundaries, a cage, a collar. She needs a man who can handle her, bend her, own her.

I wonder if she even knows what she does—the way she talks, the way she sneers, the way her lips purse when she’s angry. That fucking mouth. It runs too much, too fast, but I can think of a hundred ways to make it shut.

I want her beneath me. I want her on her knees. I want her learning my name the right way—muffled, gasping, choking it down like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

No one has ever held my attention like this. And she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. Doesn't even know I exist. That’s the worst part. She doesn’t know that everything she is—her body, her fire, her resistance—is mine. It was always meant for me.

I could have taken her before now. I could have had her snatched off the deck of that ship, broken her down piece by piece until she forgot she was ever anything but mine. But that wouldn’t be satisfying. No, no—she needs to know. She needs to realize it herself.

I’m patient. I’ll wait.

She won’t be a Straw Hat forever.

And when the time comes, when fate finally delivers her to me, she will understand.

She will see that she was never free.

She was always meant to be mine.

And I?

I will devour her.

 

She felt like she could have been sick as she continued to read. It was like something was forcing her to keep flipping through the journal. 

 

I never used to care about this. I never used to need.

Women came and went, disposable, forgettable. I took them when I wanted them, threw them out when I was done. It was easy. It was routine. A warm body in my bed for a night, a handful of moans, a name I’d never bother to remember. It was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

I don’t know when I started seeing her in them. When I started reaching for hips shaped like hers, lips too full, hair that might have been close enough in the dark. I would find one that almost fit, almost felt right, and for a moment, I’d pretend.

But the illusion never lasted.

Because they weren’t her. They never would be.

So, I stopped bothering. Weeks have passed since I’ve touched anyone, since I’ve even cared to try. I tell myself I don’t need it. That power is enough. That ruling is enough.

But it’s not.

There’s a space beside me that grows colder each night. A hunger in my gut, sharp and gnawing, something I refuse to call loneliness.

I am not lonely. I am not weak.

And yet, when I sit here in the dark, when the city sleeps beneath me, I crave.

Not just a body. Not just heat and friction.

I crave her. Her presence. Her defiance. Her resistance.

I crave a woman who won’t just lay down and take it.

I want a fight. I want her voice spitting venom at me, her body tense beneath my hands, her eyes burning with something fierce and wild.

I want to break her down, piece by piece, until she gives in. Until she realizes what I already know.

She was always meant for me.

And once I have her, this hunger will finally be satisfied.

 

The sounds of conversation and booming footsteps caused her to slam the journal shut. In a panic she shoved the journal back where she found it. The sounds of men approaching halted in front of the door. Their voices lowered to whispers as the door began to unlock.

 Quickly, she pulled herself onto his bed, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable like she’d been there since he left. The door creaked open slowly. Revealing Doflamingo’s smug face peeking in. 

“Hey little bird.” He cooed to her softly as he opened the door but not fully walking in. His tone reminded her of someone trying to tame a feral animal. 

She watched him suspiciously as he ushered someone in behind him. It was some big, disgusting, snotty man. She sneered at the man that followed. Doflamingo shut the door behind the disgusting looking man. 

"This here is Trebol, he’s a good friend of mine.” He explained. Doflamingo noticed the disgust on her face and stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. It was almost like he was trying to comfort her.

“So, this is her huh? Trebol’s nasally voice broke through. 

Doflamingo rubbed his thumb against her bare shoulder as he looked down at her smugly. 

Trebol spoke again, sounding appalled. “You’re acting strange, Doffy. This isn’t like you. You never keep them. You never keep anything.”

Doflamingo snapped his head in the other man's direction, looking rather accusing, but he didn’t say anything yet. He let him continue. 

“She’s just some stupid girl!” Trebol said in surprise. “This isn’t like you Doffy, I don’t like this.” He crossed his arms as he eyed the girl suspiciously.

Doflamingo released her shoulder as he moved swiftly towards Trebol, causing the man to cower slightly. 

“How dare you question me?” Doflamingo’s voice was menacing. 

“I-I’m sorry Young Master…” Trebol whimpered, cowering still.

Doflamingo stopped hovering over him, but his offended expression remained. 

“I knew I should’ve just kept her all to myself. You don’t understand. None of you do.” Doflamingo grumbled under his breath as he turned his back on Trebol, facing (Y/N) again. 

He stepped towards her again, as soon as he was close enough, he placed one of his large hands on her cheek, making her flinch as if she thought he’d hit her. 

“See, look.” He said, peering down at her. “You’ve made her nervous.” Doflamingo blamed Trebol. “Leave, and don’t tell anyone about her. Are we clear?” He commanded, never looking back at Trebol as he stroked her cheek. 

‘Y-yes Young Master.” Trebol stuttered, bowing before taking his leave. The door shut and locked behind him. Leaving them alone again. 

 

Chapter 12

Doflamingo had his hand pressed to her cheek still, silently rubbing her face with his thumb. He looked almost entranced, even with the glasses on, he seemed dazed. “Don’t listen to them. You’re not just some girl, are you?” He traced his thumb from her cheek down to her lip.

 

“No, you’re my girl.” 

 

She shivered at his touch but didn’t stop him. She knew better. He hadn’t pushed it too far. Yet. She’d let him know when he did. Doflamingo’s words echoed in her mind as he continued to caress her bottom lip with his thumb. 

 

‘You’re my girl’

 

Everytime it replayed in her head, it sent chills up her spine. He mistook it for enjoyment. 

 

“He just doesn’t understand what we have.” His thumb now rests on the center of her lip, smirking down at her.

 

She sneered up at him as he spoke. “We have nothing.” Her voice was soft and quiet, yet it held a malicious undertone. 

 

Doflamingo’s smirk faltered at her words. His thumb left her lip. Instead, his large hand now wrapped completely around her throat. He didn’t choke her. He just wanted to show her that he could. (Y/N) refused to give him what he wanted. Fear. She kept her face blank as he tightened his grip.

 

“I could crush you.” He meant it. He wanted to make her pay for her rejecting him like that. 

 

“Please do.” She dared him, her eyes never leaving his lenses. 

 

She wanted to rip the glasses from his face. To see what he was hiding underneath it all. He even slept in them. The two just stared at one another hatefully as he kept his hand firmly around her throat.

 

“You don’t mean that.” The veins in his forehead were now starting to protrude in frustration as he tightened his grasp even further. Making her wheeze slightly.

 

Doflamingo began to grin wildly, baring all of his teeth. “That’s it, make noise for me.” He taunted her without tightening his grasp. 

 

“Go fuck yourself.” She managed to choke out. 

 

His grin slowly faded, turning into a much darker expression that seemed to change the energy of the room. 

“You must be stupider than I took you for, or you have a death wish.” He said darkly. “No one talks to me that way.”

 

There was a moment of silence between them before he sighed. It sounded almost playful. A dramatic shift in his mood. 

 

“I suppose that’s my fault you’re so bad.” He began to slowly release her throat from his grasp, yet his hand remained. “I should’ve disciplined you better when you first got here, showed you who was really in control from the beginning.” He brought his hand from her neck to her jaw now. 

 

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to show you what I could give you first. Let you decide on your own. Clearly, you’re too stupid to make the right choice, so I have to make it for you.” Doflamingo gripped her jaw tightly, leaving matching bruises on either side of her jaw. 

 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He brought his face down close to hers, speaking softly. 

“You belong to me now; it’ll be easier if you don’t fight me.”

 

She gulped at his words. Still, her eyes never left her own reflection in his red lenses. His grin was unwavering yet again. 

 

“I can’t stay here.” Was all she said in return. 

 

Doflamingo’s expression never faltered but the veins on his forehead protruded farther. “You can and you will.” He wasn’t asking. 

 

“I have to find my crew.” She argued back, her jaw still being held tightly by his much larger hand.  

 

“You’re on my crew now.” Doflamingo didn’t hesitate to answer. His fingers pressed into the already forming bruises on her jaw. 

 

“No the hell I ain’t.” Her accent came through strong as she spoke this time. It had a southern twang to it. However, to him, it sounded unsophisticated. Uncouth even. It wasn’t something unheard of but uncommon in his world. It was very rural. Or ‘poor’ as he would describe it. 

Doflamingo threw his head back in laughter, loosening his grip on her face. She took the opportunity to rip his hand from her jaw. Her hand gripped his wrist, yanking his fingers from her bruising skin. He wasn’t shocked or angry. No, he was still laughing as he peered down, flexing the hand that once held her neck and face. 

 

“You’re so much different from all of the other women that I’ve devoured.” Doflamingo licked his lips as he spoke. His tongue was unnaturally long and lizard-like. 

 

She looked him up and down and visibly grimaced and shivered in disgust. “Eugh...” She let out, pulling back from him even further. It just made him laugh again. His large voice boomed through the room. She could’ve sworn it shook the pictures on the walls. 

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at the Warlord.

 

 His laughter abruptly stopped. He raised a brow at her in intrigue. 

 

“Are you just using me to lure in Luffy?” She falsely accused him. 

 

Doflamingo’s eye twitched in annoyance under his shades. “I don’t want that bird brain captain of yours. No, I want you .” 

 

“Well that’s too fucking bad.” She said breathlessly. 

 

He chuckled again. “We’ll see about that.” Doflamingo lightly ran his finger under her chin before turning on his heel, making his way towards the door once more. 

 

“I have to make sure our departure goes off without a hitch.” He said at the door without looking in her direction. Of course, he clicked the lock as he left. Locking her away in his room yet again.

Chapter 13

The next three days were hell for {Y/N} Doflamingo wasn’t keen on giving any details on what they were doing and why he was taking her to Marineford. Over those couple of days, he was the only person she saw. Occasionally she could hear whispered arguments between Trebol and Doflamingo from beyond the bedroom door at night. 

 

She wasn’t allowed to leave the room under any circumstances. Doflamingo had claimed it was due to the fact that there were Marines lurking about on board to, ‘keep an eye on him’. Whatever that was supposed to mean. But he was always around. Watching.

 

The meals were nice and so were the clothes he dressed her in. Both nights he slept by her side. Or more like, she was pinned to his side. He of course never let her get far. Even in his sleep. It was suffocating. She had hardly slept within the days she was forced to spend with him. 

 

The pirate had been so wound up and in a constant state of fight or flight, she had almost forgotten about her poor crew. She never did figure out where they ended up, or if they all were even alive. Doflamingo was of course no help in that department either. He refused to be of any use. 

 

“If you won’t answer my questions, I won't answer yours.” Is what she would tell him every time he asked her something personal.

 

It hadn’t been anything too invasive… Yet. Just simple things like what was her favorite color, favorite food, if she had a family, etc. She still refused to answer them. No matter how simple. She wouldn’t allow him to learn anything else about her. She refused to give him another thing to write about in his sick little journal.

 

Doflamingo however, was having an amazing ride to Marineford. He tried to spend as much time with her as possible without looking suspicious to his crew. Trebol, so far, was the only member of the family that knew about his little captive. Trebol still didn’t feel right about the situation and continued to try and warn him. Doflamingo of course would shut it down every time. Refusing to even discuss the matter with him.

 

The morning they arrived at Marineford, Doflamingo woke hours before her. He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned anxiously, as he knew they were to arrive soon. He wasn’t afraid for himself. No, he feared for her safety. They’d both surely pay if the government found out he was harboring a Strawhat while their crew was actively being looked for.

 

He would have no other choice but to leave her in Trebols hands while he was at the execution. The execution she still knew nothing about. He ripped the covers from his bare body. The cool air made his skin prickle. Doflamingo looked back at her once more before slowly getting up from the bed as he tried not to wake her.

 

She moaned and rolled around for a second. Making him freeze for a moment before she settled. Letting out a breath, he made his way to the shower to clean himself up. He needed to talk to Trebol before they arrived. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. It was black out still. He had plenty of time and yet he still rushed as if his time with her would be limited. Even if it was just him watching her sleep or glare at him. He viewed it as quality time.

 

Once finished with his morning ritual, he stepped from the steaming bathroom to see her sitting upright on the bed. Rubbing her eyes groggily. He smiled at her, tightening the towel around his waist as he stepped closer to her and the bed. 

 

“I’m surprised to see that you’re awake so early.” He cooed to her, reaching out and lightly touching her cheek.

 

She didn’t flinch away or scowl this time. She didn’t look at him at all. She didn’t acknowledge him at all. But he took it as her warming up to him. They were making progress in his eyes. He sat on the bed next to her. Just to admire her closer.

 

“Can you hand me the transponder snail, my love?” He reached out towards the bedside table where the Den Den Mushi sat. 

 

She silently reached over for it, taking it in her hand. As she handed it to him, he made sure their hands brushed together. He wanted— No, needed to feel her again.

It sent a shiver up his spine. He knew it was meant to be. No one else had ever made him feel this way before. He was thirty-nine years old, and this was the first time anyone had ever made him feel so out of control, so childish. 

 

      

He dialed the kitchen, calling for breakfast like he had been. And it was all for her. Usually, Doflamingo had breakfast with the family. But for the past four mornings, he’d been spending his mornings with her. Locked away in his room in the palace, and now in the room on the ship. 

 

Of course the family noticed his behavior. How could they not? He was hardly around anymore. It wasn’t uncommon for him to go lock himself away in his office, enthralled in his work. But that was the thing. He wasn’t working. He was lying in bed with that pirate. Just to try and get her to speak to him. 

 

“Go get yourself cleaned up.” He suggested, placing his hand on her knee. Doflamingo was trying his hardest to seem kind and loving. Like he wasn’t some kind of tyrant, a monster. 

 

(Y/N) nodded before standing and making her way towards the bathroom. He watched her looking rather satisfied with himself. Once she emerged, breakfast had already been served to them. Doflamingo had it all set up on the coffee table. The wooden table sat in front of a plush loveseat. Similar to the one in his bedroom back at the palace. 

 

He was pouring her coffee as she approached. He was now dressed, and she was still wrapped in her towel. Her hair dripped still as she sat down on the couch, eyeing the food on the table. She pulled herself up onto the couch softly, scooting all the way back. She watched him intently as he prepared a cup of coffee for her. 

 

Doflamingo found this act to be endearing. He thought she was watching out of curiosity, admiration even. But no, he was delusional as always. She was thinking about how he could do whatever he wanted to her and yet here he was. Keeping her as a pet. Feeding her treats and dressing her up. Keeping her locked away for only him to play with. It was utterly insufferable. 

 

He handed the mug to her. Cream and sugar in her coffee already. He smiled as he made the cup, as he handed it to her, as he watched her drink. Why the fuck was he always smiling?

It was almost frightening how he grinned. It looked insane more often than not. A man crazed with desire. 

 

She watched him as he got a plate ready for her as well. Breakfast was nothing special this morning. There wasn’t time for it. Just some toast, coffee, and fruit. He handed her the plate as well before prepping his own coffee and food. 

 

Breakfast between them was silent but she could see he was clearly enjoying himself thoroughly. She nibbled on her toast, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Still smiling.  

 

He finished his food and coffee quickly, before her. He stood quickly, placing the empty dishes back on the cart before wheeling it towards the door. He normally wouldn’t do this himself, but he wouldn’t allow the servants in his room at the moment. Doflamingo couldn’t take any chances.

 

He pushed the cart out into the hallway before turning back to her. Grinning wildly as he shut and locked the door back. He eyed her appearance on the couch. Timid, wet, naked. She was still wrapped in a towel from earlier. 

 

Doflamingo chuckled to himself, “Almost forgot,” He shook his head “I’ve got to put you in something don’t I?” 

 

He strode over to the dresser before pulling out a dress. It was a dark green strapless floor length maxi dress. 

 

“Here,” Doflamingo laid it down on the bed before her. “Pretty, isn’t it?” 

 

She nodded as she stood from the couch, gripping the towel tightly around her body. She was ever so expressionless as she took the dress to the bathroom with her to change. 

 

Doflamingo waited outside. He really needed to go speak to Trebol. He could see Marineford in the distance now and he still needed to make sure Trebol would keep an eye on the girl. Yet he couldn’t leave until he got to see her in the dress he picked for her. 

 

She stepped from the bathroom a couple minutes later, flattening out the dress and her hair as she walked out. Doflamingo’s heart swelled at the sight before him. He couldn’t get enough of the way the dress clung to her curves before flowing at the end.

 

“Oh…” Was all he could murmur out as he clutched at his beating heart.

 

He had to leave. He didn’t have time to gawk at her. Later. There was always time. He had the rest of his life to stare at her. She was his now after all. 

 

“I have to go now. I’ll be sending someone to watch over you. So behave. You are being watched.” Doflamingo warned her as he broke himself from his trance. 

 

She didn’t say anything in response. Just watched him leave. Locking her away again. She wondered who would be watching her? Would it be that one gross guy he introduced? What was his name? Trebol? 

 

Ew. 

 

He made her skin crawl more than Doflamingo. Not to mention the snot that hung from his nose. It made her want to gag. God, she hoped it wasn’t him. But she knew better than that.

Chapter 14

    Doflamingo paced the corridors of the ship in search of Trebol. He had always trusted Trebol, but now he wasn’t sure if he could anymore. How could he not see it? See the connection they had? Their chemistry seemed so obvious to Doflamingo. 

 

He pounded on the door of Trebols quarters. Nothing. He pounded again impatiently. Eventually, Trebol opened the door looking rather anxious. 

 

“Yes, Young Master? Is something the matter?” His nasally voice spoke out nervously, clutching the edge of the door. 

 

“Yes,” Doflamingo pushed past him and entered the room. “I need a favor while I’m gone.” Doflamingo stood in the center of the room with his back to Trebol.

 

“Anything.” Trebol replied. 

 

“Watch her for me.” 

 

Trebol knew exactly who he meant. 

 

“I don’t trust her, Doffy.” Trebol said suspiciously. 

 

Doflamingo spun around at that statement, his nerves clearly were already on edge. 

 

“I’m not asking for you to trust her. You think I do?” His tone was rather harsh, the veins protruding from his forehead as he spoke. 

“Why do you think I’m asking you to watch her?” 

 

Trebol cowered as he nodded in agreement. “Y-yes Doffy. I’ll watch over her. I’ll make sure she’s on her best behavior!” He stuttered. 

 

“Good.” Doflamingo seemed somewhat satisfied with his subordinates' answer. “Hopefully this won’t be too long.” Doflamingo’s tone didn’t sound very hopeful as he mumbled out those last words as he left the room. 

 

(Y/N) was alone in the room once more, pacing anxiously as they approached the docks of Marineford. She still never got an explanation for their journey here. Was he turning her in? Probably. 

 

She stopped at the porthole, standing on her toes to look out. The base loomed ahead. He definitely had to be turning her over. Right? Why else would he bring her here? He did say he wanted to keep her so maybe not. 

 

A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. The sound of the key in the lock made her stomach churn. It wasn’t Doflamingo. He never knocked. 

 

Trebol entered the room cautiously as he eyed her from behind his glasses. 

 

Fucking great. 

 

Something about him made her stomach churn more than Doflamingo did. She couldn’t explain it. He was sickening to look at as well as listen to. It was nerve racking how much bigger he was than her as well. 

 

Maybe it was the boogers that always seemed to be hanging from his nose. And God, the sound of his voice makes you wonder if this man’s ever even been laid. 

 

It seemed like an eternity that the two stared at each other in silence. It was evident to them both that they were unliked by the other. The tension in the room was suffocatingly thick. 

 

“I ain’t stupid, ya hear me?! I know what you’re doin’! Playin’ all quiet, all innocent—ya think ya can just sneak yer way in?! Fool the Young Master?!” Trebol’s voice was rising, his fingers twitching as he pointed at her. The thick glob of snot hanging from his nose wobbled as he spoke.

 

“Do what?” She mumbled in return. 

 

“You’re trying to weasel your way into the family, manipulate him.” He accused. “You’re just using the Young Master, and I won’t let you!” His tone grew more desperate sounding.

 

“Yeah okay, sure.” Was all she said in return. Looking rather bored as she rolled her eyes at him. She refused to be afraid of that gross little man. 

 

He clearly didn’t appreciate that answer. 

 

“I don’t know what he sees in you anyways,” Trebol was determined to get under her skin. “I mean look at you, you’re not even that pretty for one, and two— He paused, holding up two fingers. “You’re a little too fat for my taste.” He sneered. 

 

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow in amusement at his insults. Clearly unphased. 

 

“Who the fuck are you to be calling me fat?” She chuckled out in return. 

 

Trebols face faltered. 

 

“I mean seriously, fucking look at your big ass. All fucking snotty and shit.” She grimaced, turning her nose up at him. 

 

“You watch it.” He warned, pointing a finger at her again. 

 

“Or what?” She challenged him, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll just tell him how ugly and fat you think I am. Bet he won’t like that.” She threatened him. 

 

Trebol staggered back, nostrils flaring, wiping furiously at his face as if she had physically hit him.

“Y-You shut yer damn mouth!” he barked, his voice higher-pitched now, almost whiny.

She waved him off in annoyance. 

“Man get the fuck outa here.” She waved towards the door before turning her back on him.

He growled in return, clutching his fists at his sides.

“Fine but just remember, I’ve got my eye on ya.” Trebol warned her one last time as he left, laughing. 

He exited the room. Locking the door behind him. Leaving her alone again. Doflamingo had left her a pot of coffee on the table from breakfast. He thought it’d be a nice gesture. 

As she made herself another cup, she was lost in her own thoughts. Why did Trebol freak her out more than Doflaomingo?  Was it the snot? The voice? HIs size? No. Trebol may be bigger, but Doflamingo was more powerful. Maybe because Doflamingo wasn’t as visually off putting?

She had been locked away in solitude for hours now. She hadn’t gone this long without seeing Doflamingo since she fell into his grasp a week ago. The sound of a cannon firing, followed by the shaking of the ship, broke her from the thoughts. It shook the entire ship, making the pictures and shelves rattle against the walls of the ship.

“The fuck was that?” She mumbled to herself, frantically looking around the room for an explanation. She stood up on her toes as she pulled up on the porthole to try and get a better look outside. Nothing. The only thing she could see was the ocean and the docks. 

She was a nervous wreck as the hours passed. The ship continued to shake and jolt periodically as it followed loud booms and cracks. She tried to remain calm. She considered trying to make a break for it but the longer she thought about it the worse the idea sounded. 

 

They were at a Navy base for one and she was a wanted pirate. Not to mention she didn’t want any part of what was going on outside. And what if Doflamingo caught her? Or worse, Trebol. The thought of him made her skin crawl. It almost made her thankful that Doflamingo was the one obsessed with her and not him. 

As the evening drew on, the noises ceased. She was thankful that whatever the hell had been happening out there had ended. The sun was now beginning to set. She was growing hungry. She wondered if he had died during the battle outside. That thought made her hopeful and fearful. 

As she sat on the couch anxiously awaiting his return— The lock clicked. She perked her head up, eyes wide, and lips slightly parted.

Chapter 15

         Doflamingo pushed open the door as he entered his room where she waited for him. As soon as she saw his face she stood from the couch abruptly. 

 

“What the fuck happened?” She took no time in questioning the noises and sensations she felt and heard. 

 

She didn’t even take the time to take in his disheveled appearance. He was covered in blood. His chest and face were flicked with blood and so was his coat. It wasn’t much but enough to show what he had been up to. 

 

Her face went from anger to shock. Her face turned white as she saw the red on his face and clothes. She could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air, as well as gunpowder, and smoke. The scent of battle clung to him.  

 

Her eyes were wide as she looked him up and down. Yet he just stood by the door. Looking rather triumphant and yet exhausted. He grinned down at her before stepping forwards, clicking the lock back behind him. 

 

“I missed you pajarito.” He spoke softly, almost as if he truly meant those words. Doflamingo seemed to be out of breath still. Adrenaline clearly pumping through his veins still. 

 

“Is it yours?” Her voice was barely audible, pointing a shaky hand up at the blood flecked across his face. 

 

Doflamingo’s grin faltered for a moment. He took a finger and wiped it from his cheek before examining it. The grin returned instantly. 

 

“No, why?” He bared all his teeth at her. “You worried about me mi amor?” He cooed down to her. 

 

He didn’t let her answer. He discarded his coat, making his way to the bathroom. 

 

“I’m going to get cleaned up if you don’t mind.” He gave her one final grin before closing the bathroom door behind him. 

 

She sighed in irritation at the fact that she had no answers and didn’t expect to get any. She threw herself flat on her back onto the silk sheets of the bed. Her stomach growled in hunger as she waited for him. She hoped he’d call for some food once he got done. 

 

Doflamingo spent about and hour in that bathroom. Of course he showered, he couldn’t lie next to her covered in sweat and blood. He was feeling rather good after today. He wanted to show her how good he felt. He wanted to make her feel as good as he did right now.

 

Doflamingo scrubbed his skin thoroughly, shaved what little bit of stubble he had from his face and sprayed on his favorite cologne. He needed to make her want him.  He wrapped his towel tightly around his waist before exiting the bathroom. 

 

A cloud of steam followed him from the bathroom. She sat up on the bed as he entered the room. 

 

“Eager to see me are you?” He wore that same grin as usual. 

 

“Eager for you to tell me what the fuck was going on out there.” She demanded. Her tone didn’t match her appearance. She looked tiny on his bed. Her legs dangling over the edge made it hard to take her seriously. 

 

“Well?” She spoke again when he didn’t answer immediately.

 

Doflamingo laughed in return, sauntering over to sit on the bed next to her. 

 

“Awe, now don’t tell me you were scared without me here to protect you, little bird?” 

 

Once in the bed beside her he swiftly pulled her into his lap. She squirmed and fought against him. Cursing and fighting him. Of course it was no use. 

 

He held her like she was a child and he was her mother. Pressing her face to his clean bare chest as he rocked her in his arms. 

 

“There’s no need to be afraid anymore,” He cooed to her in a mock comforting voice. ”I’ve got you now.” He continued to shush her as he stroked her hair. 

 

“We’re leaving in the morning.” Doflamingo murmured into her hair, taking in a whiff of her scent before pulling back to get a good look at her pressed to his chest. 

 

He set her back down on the bed gently once she finally stopped squirming. That’s all he wanted. For her to accept her fate. To not deny him. 

 

He stood from the bed and pulled the transponder snail from his discarded coat on the floor of his chambers. Doflamingo walked to the other side of the room as he called the kitchen of his ship as he had done for every meal since she’d been here. 

 

Once finished, he set the snail on the bedside table before sitting next to her on the mattress again.  He smiled down at her as if they were truly a loving couple. 

 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” She inquired once more. Crossing her arms across her chest. 

 

Doflamingo sighed in fake exasperation. 

 

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.” 

 

She leaned in closer to him, eager to finally know what the hell had been happening outside for the past feed hours. 

 

“There was an execution of a pirate and their crew came to save them and of course there were more than a few casualties. But everything worked out in the end.” His answer was overly simple on purpose. 

 

“Come on.” She urged him to tell her more.

 

Doflamingo rolled his eyes under his glasses. 

 

“Ever heard of Portgas D. Ace?” He asked, his face blank. 

 

Her face was far from it however. Of course she knew Ace. It was Luffy’s older brother. She met him back when they visited Alabasta. Her and Ace had gotten along extremely well during their short stay in Alabasta. The two of them even had a short term fling during the week they were there.

 

She gulped, nodding. Her blood ran cold. Not Ace. 

 

“Did they..?” She asked hesitantly. 

 

He noticed the look on her face. His grin widened. He looked terrifying. He nodded. 

 

“Dead.” Was all he said. 

 

It felt unreal. 

 

‘Dead.’

 

The words echoed in her ears. She had always hoped she’d get to see him again. She felt they really had connected. Like they had something. 

 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Doflamingo's cocky voice broke her through her daze. “I finally had the honor of meeting that captain of yours.” 

 

She snapped her head up at him. 

 

“Luffy!?” She said frantically. “Where!?” She jumped from the bed as he cackled. 

 

“Hold on pajarito,” he laughed out, “Your dear captain has already departed. And he’s in pretty rough shape. Not sure if he’ll make it.” He teased. 

 

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Her body shook in fear. Not for herself but for Luffy. His brother was dead and he could be too now. Something else hurt inside her too. 

 

“Why didn’t he come for me?” She asked unintentionally. It just slipped out. 

 

Doflamingo’s face slowly dropped as he saw the way her body just seemed to deflate in defeat. It gave him a sharp, but quick pain in his chest.

 

“I didn’t take the opportunity to gloat about having you.” He had to tell her. He couldn’t stand to see her look so unwanted. 

 

She looked up hopefully again. “What?”

 

“I said I didn’t tell him I had you. I don’t want anyone to know. Especially him.” Doflamingo covered up his own hurt with mockery and amusement again. 

 

“He doesn’t even know I’m here.” She said more to herself than him, looking down at the floor with almost a dead look in her expression. 

 

Doflamingo wanted to comfort her. Genuinely. But he knew it was his fault partially. She’d never want his comfort. Not yet anyways. She couldn’t see how they were meant to be together. Not yet. She would. He’d make sure of it. 

 

Gently and hesitantly, he placed his large hand on her upper back. 

 

“Hey,” Doflamingo’s voice was softer this time, more genuine. “He would have came for you if he knew. He would’ve fought tooth and nail to get you away from me.” He tried to reassure her in an odd sort of way. 

 

She just looked up at him in confusion. So he continued . 

 

“Not that he’d win you back of course. I‘d never let anyone touch you— Oh! That reminds me.” He interrupted himself. “How was Trebol? Was he good to you mi amor?” He brought his hand from her back to her cheek, turning her head towards him gently. 

 

She didn’t answer right away. She debated on whether or not she should tell him. But she thought it’d be best to turn him against his own ally. 

 

“He doesn’t like me.” Was all she said. 

 

But it was enough. Doflamingo's face soured. 

 

“I know he doesn’t. But did he say anything to you? Did he hurt you?” He repeated himself to her. 

 

“Well…” She started, watching his expression grow more impatient. “He did say I was fat and ugly. And that he didn’t know what you saw in me.” She batted her eyes up at him innocently.  

 

Before he could react there was a knock on the door. He instantly was at the door, yanking the door open and snatching the cart of food from the servant without a word.  He just stood in front of the door, cart in one hand as his other remained on the handle. 

 

“I’ll be right back.” Was all he said before leaving the room. 

 

Chapter 16

Trebol was nervously doing paperwork in his own private quarters of the ship. He knew it was coming. He just didn’t know when. He definitely didn’t expect it now. 

Doflamingo didn’t knock. He just swung the door open. 

Trebol jumped, knocking over a pile of papers.

And when he looked up—

Doflamingo was already there.

Standing in the center of the room, his hands on his hips, wrapped in nothing but a white towel, his hair wet, and  expression unreadable.

Silent.

Trebol swallowed.

“Y-Young Master, I—”

“Fat.”

Trebol blinked.

“Ugly.”

The words hung in the air.

Doflamingo took a slow step forward.

“Is that what you think of her?”

Trebol’s fingers twitched.

“It ain’t like that, Doffy, I—”

“Because, you see, I’ve been thinking about it.”

Another step.

Trebol stepped back. Instinct.

“You always encouraged me to take what I wanted.”

Another step.

Trebol’s back hit the desk.

“So why is it, Trebol, that when I finally do—”

Doflamingo finally stopped.

Close. Too close.

”—you feel the need to open your mouth?”

Trebol tensed.

Doflamingo let the silence drag.

Then—

“Tell me something else.”

His voice dropped low.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Trebol opened his mouth, but—

“Did you think I wouldn’t care?”

Trebol flinched.

“Did you think—”

Doflamingo leaned down slightly.

”—that your opinion mattered?”

Trebol’s breathing was ragged.

His knees were weak.

And Doflamingo?

He was smiling.

“You mean nothing, Trebol.”

Trebol’s breath hitched.

“She means more to me than you ever will.”

The words were daggers.

Trebol staggered.

“Doffy—” Trebol was abruptly cut off.

“Stay out of my business.”

He turned away.

“And keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Trebol stayed standing.

Shaking.

Trebol knew he had pushed his boundaries. It was only out of the best interest of the Young Master. He was trying to protect him. And this is how he replayed him? By letting that little bitch come between them? 

Trebol was hurt and insulted. Doflamingo didn’t even know this girl, and yet he claimed she was more important than him? 

Trebol had always been there for him. Ever since he was a boy. Ever since his mother died. He’s the only reason Doflamingo is where he is today. He had to do something. And quickly. Before she sinks her claws further into him. 

 

Doflamingo entered the room once more. Seemingly normal. His signature smirk adorning his godlike features. He tightens the towel around his waist as he made his way back towards her. 

“Now, where were we—“ He stopped, looking surprised for a moment. 

The cart was empty. All of the food and wine that was brought to the room was set up on the coffee table. It seemed that while Doflamingo was off confronting Trebol, (Y/N) had set dinner up for the both of them 

Both of them. 

Two glasses of red wine were poured, sitting side by side on the table. Both plates of food and sets of silverware were set neatly next to each other as well. 

It was a small gesture of thanks. He recognized it. He smiled over at her as she sat silently on the bed, legs crossed. Like he  actually smiled at her for a moment, a real smile. 

“Oh pajarito, you didn’t have to do that.” He spoke softly, placing a hand on her cheek. 

Doflamingo placed his other large hand in hers as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of ur gently before allowing her to release her hand from his. 

She didn’t give him a reaction. Honestly she didn’t even have one for him anymore. She didn’t even know how she felt. However, she was curious about what happened with Trebol. 

“What did you do to him?” Her voice was barely audible, but he was so close to her face it didn’t matter. 

“We just had a talk, that’s all.” He replied in the same tone as her, still stroking her cheek. 

He backed away from her slowly, still staring down at her adoringly.  He reached a hand out to her, gesturing for her to stand. 

“Come.” She took his hand as he spoke. 

He brought her over to the couch so they could finally eat. 

“I bet you’re starving, so am I.” He tried to make conversation with her but she remained silent, staring down at the coffee table. 

He didn’t seem bothered by it. He just picked up his glass, draining the red wine from it entirely. He wiped his mouth before pouring himself another full glass. 

She picked hers up and sipped from it as well, nothing like what he just did though. As she set the glass down she decided to speak to him. 

“So did you beat him up naked or something?” She said dryly, eyeing him in the towel.

He froze, looking down at his appearance as if he had completely forgotten. Then he laughed. A booming, knee slapping laugh. 

“I didn’t touch him.” He finally said, wiping a fake tear from under his sunglasses, smiling wildly. “I should have.” 

“Why? It’s not that serious.” She replied, cutting up the food on her plate. 

“Not that serious?” His tone changed drastically. “He insulted you and me. That’s unforgivable. But he’s lucky he isn’t someone else.” 

She just shook her head as she began to eat. Clearly she was done talking for now. He understood. He knew she had a lot of thinking to do. 

She couldn’t stop thinking about Ace. About Luffy. Was her captain even alive? Did he know Ace was dead? Did the rest of the crew know? Were they there too? 

“Was the rest of my crew there?” She asked, staring down at her plate. 

Doflamingo paused as he cut the meat on his plate. 

“No.” 

She didn’t reply, just kept eating. So where were they? If he knew he wouldn’t tell her. She was just going to have to win him over. Make him trust her. He seemed to like her a lot already. It couldn’t be too hard. 

 

Once the bottle was empty and their plates were cleaned, Doflamingo began to clean up the mess and push the empty dishes out into the hall on the cart. He tightened up his towel as he pulled underwear from his dresser. 

He pulled them on underneath of the towel. He didn’t purposefully expose himself to her this time. She noticed and was thankful that he wasn't—quite literally—showing his ass. 

He climbed into bed next to her, flipppng off the bedside lamp, leaning the room in complete darkness. Like the past couple of nights, he snatched her up. Pulling her into his chest. 

Doflamingo nuzzled  his big head into her neck, inhaling her as he let out a sigh of relief. It was like he had been waiting all day for this. And he was. It sickened her how he played house with her. How he pretended that they were a loving couple going to bed together. As if they were in love. 

She felt as though she had no choice but to accept it for now. She felt his hot breath against her ear as his lips brushed against her earlobe. 

“Si pudieras sentir lo que siento por ti, entenderías por qué nunca te dejaré ir.”

She had no idea what it meant but the desperation and yearning in his voice made her shiver. (Y/N) shut her eyes tightly, tensing up as she fought back the sound that threatened to escape her lips. 

He only pulled her closer to his bare body. Forcing her to feel the warmth of his chiseled frame against her much smaller one. Eventually, the two of them fell asleep wrapped up in each other. 

Chapter 17

(Y/N) woke up with a start the next morning. The first thing she saw was Doflamingo’s almost nude silhouette yanking open the curtains. The morning sun filled the room, burning her eyes as she opened them for the first time. 

 

As she stirred in the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Doflamingo was rather enthusiastic this morning. 

 

“Wake up little bird, I’ve already got breakfast for us.” His voice cut through the morning air, followed by the clattering of dishes on the coffee table. 

 

She sat up right on the bed, looking in his direction. He remained in nothing but his underwear and white framed sunglasses  as he poured their coffee. A grin was plastered on his face like usual. 

 

She yawned and stretched before throwing her legs over the edge and making her way to the bathroom without saying a word to him. He was used to her ignoring him. Doflamingo’s mind was elsewhere anyway. Home. 

 

He couldn’t wait to get back to Dressrosa. His kingdom. She wasn’t there very long before he had to whisk her away to Marineford with him. He didn’t even get to give her a tour of the palace. 

 

She emerged from the bathroom A few minutes later and sat down on the couch next to him, yawning. He handed her a cup of coffee and slid a plate with pancakes and fruit in her direction. Doflamingo immediately began to ramble. 

 

“We’re finally  making our way home today. I made sure that we started sailing at dawn.” He talked with his free hand while sipping his coffee with the other.

 

 “God, I’m sick of being here. Sick of being on the sea and it’s only been five days.” He sighed, placing his cup down, “luckily it’ll only be a couple days until we reach Dressrosa.” 

 

Her stomach dropped as she brought the cup to her lips. He was taking her back home. To his home. Her only chance to escape had slipped through her fingers and she didn’t even try to escape. Not once. 

 

He continued to talk. It was like he had been desperate for someone to talk to for ages. He spoke like he was in need of a friend. He seemed childlike almost the way he frantically spoke as if the thought would leave his mind before he could say it. 

 

“Oh, I can’t wait to show you the palace! He really became animated as he spoke about his home. 

 

“I never got the chance to give you the grand tour. It’s really something, you know?“ He peered down at her to make sure she was still listening. 

 

She nodded in approval as she drank. It seemed to appease him and he smiled at her before eating his own food. 

Breakfast finished up without any issues. Doflamingo just seemed to ramble about all of the things he wanted to show her when they got home. She was too busy thinking of ways to make him  trust her. There needed to be some kind of push and pull with him. 

Doflamingo seemed to love the small gesture of her pouring his glass of wine. (Y/N) realized she could continue to do little things like that. Make him think his advances were working. 

It would be easy to bring him to his knees. Hell, in a week she’d have him bringing her to her crew on this very ship. She just had to play her cards right. She eyed him just enough for him to notice before she broke her gaze. 

He stopped talking immediately and his grin widened in triumph.

Good. 

She wanted him to catch her. She wanted it to seem like she was admiring his bare form on the couch next to her. Like he was breaking her in less than a week. And  that’s exactly what she wanted him to think. 

“You see something you like, Pajarito?” His voice was like silk.

He leaned in closer, taking her chin in his hand. She batted her eyes at him as if on accident, letting her lips part slightly. It seemed to be working perfectly. Doflamingo was absolutely entranced. 

He was captivated by her and she knew it. Unfortunately for him, a knock on the door broke him from his trance. He snatched his hand back from her chin as his eyes snapped towards the bedroom door. 

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Doflamingo groaned, standing from the couch as he stomped towards the door. 

“What is it?” He growled to the other individual on the other side of the door. 

(Y/N) craned her neck to try and see who the unwelcome visitor was but Doflamingo’s massive form completely shielded the person from view. 

“Fine, fine.  Come in.” He beckoned whoever it was inside. 

It of course was Trebol.

Shit.

Doflamingo strutted back over to the couch as Trebol followed behind. Doflamingo threw himself back down onto the couch next to her, throwing an arm on the back. (Y/N) took advantage of this moment. 

As Trebol sat down in the nearby armchair, she scooted closer to Doflamingo, suspiciously eyeing Trebol. It was almost like she was subtly asking for Doflamingo’s protection. She curled up on the couch getting closer to him. 

Doflamingo immediately noticed her closeness. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He pulled her closer to him, damn near pulling her into his lap. He wrapped his long arm around her shoulder protectively. Looking so smug. 

“Well, go on then.” Doflamingo urged Trebol to speak. 

Trebol looked anxious, pissed, terrified. He sat and twiddled his thumbs for a moment before getting the courage to speak. 

“I wanted to apologize for what I said.” Trebols apology was a surprise to her. 

“I was out of line, Young Master. I’ll never question your authority again.” Trebol bowed his head. 

Doflamingo only shook his head, laughing softly. 

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” The words rolled off of his tongue. 

Trebol froze. His eyes shifted between Doflamingo and (Y/N). She was surprised as well. She glanced up at Doflamingo, a brow raised in confusion. Trebol took a deep breath before he made another regretful apology. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured out. 

“Sorry for what?” Doflamingo expected an explanation for his behavior. 

“I’m sorry for insulting ya.” His nasally voice said. 

It wasn’t good enough for Doflamingo and his displeasure was evident on his face. He sat and thought for a moment before sighing. 

“You can go then.” He waved Trebol off, looking rather bored now. 

Trebol stood and bowed again. 

“Thank you Young Master, I’m grateful.”

 It was disgusting how he kissed his ass. The two of them watched as Trebol left the room, leaving her alone with him once more. 

“The fuck was that?” She murmured under her breath, twirling the rings on her fingers. 

 Doflamingo chuckled as he glanced down at her from the corner of his eye. His grip on her tightened but it wasn’t rough. He was so much bigger than her it was intimidating. Yet he hadn’t really tried to hurt her yet. He could and yet she wondered why he didn’t. 

He never answered her. Just stared at the door as if deep in thought. His arm firmly placed around her shoulder to keep her next to him. Suddenly he stood. She watched him as he paced the room anxiously. (Y/N) said nothing at first but it went for so long that she felt she had to. 

“You good, man?” Her tone was unsure, slightly nervous herself. 

Doflamingo stopped in his tracks. His face was blank as he looked at her. Almost as if he was thinking.

“I’m Fine. Thank you, love.” 

And with that he moved to his wardrobe and began to dress. His outfit was flamboyant like all the others. This time a much darker tone. He came out in an open black button up and blood red pants. It was different from the bright colors she had seen him in previously but it fit him well. 

“I’ll be back.” Was all he said before leaving her alone in the room once more. 

 

Chapter 18

The next couple days on the ship were rather uneventful. Doflamingo came and went as he please and (Y/N) was stuck in that fucking room the whole time. It was a grueling two days. And Doflamingo was acting strange. And that was saying something. 

He was quiet most of the time. It was eerie. She honestly preferred him to run his mouth constantly. He was less intimidating that way. He just paced the room. Occasionally he would stop to sit down at his desk to jot something down before going at it again. During meals he was silent then too. Swirling his wine as he thought deeply. 

She wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he starting to dislike her? Was Trebols words finally starting to sink in?  Technically he was right, Doflamingo shouldn’t trust her. She hated him. And was vocal about it. Vocal about her escape. How she hoped someone would save her. 

Maybe Doflamingo was finally understanding that he couldn’t win her over. And if that was the case that was dangerous for her. He wasn’t even being as affectionate either. Although it wasn’t completely gone. He still held her close at night, poured her drinks, called her pet names when he did have the decency to speak. Maybe her  plan could still work. 

The morning of they were to arrive at Dressrosa, Doflamingo’s attitude seemed to do a complete one-eighty. He was rather excited and pleasant. 

That morning he woke her up. He gently shook her, brushing the hair from her sleeping face. 

“Pajarito.” He cooed softly. “My love.”  He shook her again. 

This time she began to stir.

 “Hey, there you are.” He smiled down at her, stroking her face. 

She stretched and wiggled out from under the covers, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

“Guess what?” His tone was soft but elated. “We’ll be home in an hour.” 

Before she was even fully awake he was already making her stomach turn. 

Home. 

His home not hers. Her home was on the Sunny, with her crew. Not here with him on his ship. This wasn’t home. This was hell. 

“Come on, get up. I want you ready.” He crawled off of the bed and ushered for her to get up. 

Doflamingo was already dressed and ready. Clearly he had someone clean the blood from his coat since he was now wearing it again. His excitement was evident, it was written all over his face and body. The way he stood at the end of the bed, gripping the bed posts. The grin that was stretched across his features. How he seemed to be unable to sit still. It was all so childlike. 

She groggily and reluctantly slid out of the bed. He grabbed a handful of clothes from the top of the dresser that he clearly picked out thoughtfully. 

“Hurry, shower and get dressed. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.” He pushed her towards the bathroom, shoving the clothes in her hands before shutting the door behind her. 

He was hardly even giving her time to think this morning. At least he seemed to be in a good mood today. She hurriedly showered and cleaned herself up for him. Once dressed she emerged from the bathroom. 

He was gone. No where in the room. It was odd. He always had to be there to see her in the outfits he had chosen for her. 

The outfit in question was a form-fitting, sleeveless, full length leopard-print dress. It featured a high, round neckline and was  made from a stretchy, body-hugging fabric that accentuated her curvy figure. The leopard print consisted of a classic pattern with dark spots on a tan background. 

She wondered if maybe they had docked while she was getting cleaned up. She stood on her toes at the window. Trying her best to see out of the porthole. She couldn’t see much from this side of the ship. 

As she was trying her hardest to get a look, Doflamingo swung the door open, revealing her to him. 

“Beautiful as ever.” Was all he said as he sauntered towards her. He bent over, almost in half to reach her height. He brought her hand up to his lip, kissing the back. 

She yanked her hand from him. 

“Shut up.” She grumbled, wiping the kiss from her hand. 

He wasn’t offended. He never was. Not enough anyways. Never enough. He just laughed. 

“Come, pajarito.” He held a hand out to her.  

She reluctantly followed him, taking his much larger hand in hers. 

“Oh, and by the way,” He stopped, looking back over his shoulder at her. “There’s no need to hide you anymore. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” Doflamingo’s chest swelled with pride as he spoke. 

She didn’t know if that should make her sick or hopeful. On one hand, no more being shoved in his coat. And two, he was making a public claim over her now. 

He dragged her through the corridors of the ship. Occasionally they’d pass a gawking crew member, or one of Doflamingo's closer subordinates. It made her skin crawl to be seen with such a man. To be seen as his at that. 

The sun was blinding as they stepped off the ship. It was the first time she had even felt the sun in about a week. There were thousands of people waiting at the docks, cheering and calling out to their king as he stepped from the ship. 

He of course basked in the attention and praises he received. He loved it. He adored being worshipped. He lived for it and it was written all over his face. 

The people of Dressrosa soon began to whisper and point amongst one another, finally noticing the appearance of a strange girl next to him. Doflamingo noticed but it only fueled his ego. 

(Y/N) noticed as well. It only made her more uncomfortable. She wished she could disappear right then and there. To rip out of his grasp and run. Clearly he had many supporters here and it wasn’t in her best interest. 

Not to mention the members of the Donquioxte family were closely following behind. The only two members that had followed along to Marineford were Trebol and Diamanté. They received praise as well by the townspeople. 

Diamanté watched her from behind as he followed. He towered over her as well as Doflamingo and Trebol. Diamanté had yet to see her actually. Doflamingo had told him about her shortly before they arrived home, but he wouldn’t let him see her. 

So why show her off to the whole damn country before the family? 

He eyed her suspiciously. She looked familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Diamanté had never seen Doflamingo with a woman like that before. Now he was always one to go for younger women but this one wasn’t his usual. What was even stranger was that he was showing her off to everyone, hand in hand. 

Doffy had never kept a woman longer than a night. He deemed them worthless once he was finished with them. Now all of a sudden he’s walking the streets of Dressrosa with one on his hip. Not to mention the size difference between the two. Doflamingo’s arms alone were bigger than her thighs. She barely stood hip level to hip. 

Diamanté, unlike Trebol, knew better than to question Doflamingo’s decisions. He figured it was for a good reason. So, he minded his own business and continued to drown himself in the cheers and praises coming from their subjects. 

The sun was blinding, the streets were colorful, flowers and confetti rain down—but to her, it’s all a prison disguised as paradise. The crowds are so loud she can barely hear her own thoughts. They love him. They adore him. It’s like she’s standing next to a god.

She couldn’t believe it but she couldn’t wait to get inside the palace. She couldn’t stand all of the eyes on her. (Y/N) was never one for attention, especially like this. She hated being the center of attention and he craved it. They were polar opposites, it was a wonder that he even looked in her general direction.

Finally, they reached the front gates of the palace. She had already been to the palace. Afterall, she did get sent to Dressrosa by Kuma only a week ago. However, she never got to see any of the palace besides the confinement of his bedroom. It was huge. Clearly designed for someone of his stature. 

The guards stepped aside, allowing them entry as they bowed for them as they all passed. Everyone bowed when they walked by. It revolted her. She was thankful and fearful to hear the gates close and the cheering muffle. The massive, ornate doors of the palace loomed ahead, making her stomach churn with unease. 

Chapter 19

The entryway of the palace was immaculate. A grand staircase was dead center of the room. It was made of stone and adorned with gold railings with intricate designs. The ceilings alone had to be at least twenty feet high. They were all greeted at the door by bowing servants. None of them dared to make eye contact with any of the family members. Not even (Y/N). 

Doflamingo’s grip on her hand tightened as they passed them. It was almost like he feared she’d beg for help. Or maybe make a break for it. He allowed Diamanté and Trebol to go ahead of them before stooping down to her level. He took both of her hands in his, kissing the back of them both as she rolled her eyes in disgust. 

“After breakfast I want to give you the grand tour of the mansion.” He grinned at her, kissing one of her hands again.

She didn’t reply. She just stared blankly at him. He took that as compliance. He hummed in satisfaction as he stood. 

“Good girl.” He patted her on the head, making her scowl.

Doflamingo dragged her through the same set of double doors Diamanté and Trebol entered through. It was a massive dining room. The table was long and tall. As were the chairs. The table was filled with strange looking characters of all shapes and sizes. It was overwhelming how many surprised eyes were on her as they entered. 

His grin was as wide as ever as he sauntered through the dining room, hand in hand with (Y/N), pulling her. He stopped at the head of the table before dragging another chair by its side, ushering for her to sit. The table was as tall as she was, and the chair required her to pull herself up on it. Everything about him, about this house, it made her feel like a child. 

Doflamingo slowly poured himself a glass of red wine. Making a dramatic statement of it. Holding the bottled up higher than need be, splashing droplets on the white tablecloth as he grinned like all eyes in the room weren’t on him and his new pet. They begged wordlessly for an explanation. 

It was like he wanted someone to ask about his shiny new toy. Finally, someone did. 

Diamanté.

“So, uh— Doffy—“He tried to speak but was abruptly interrupted.

“Oh fine,” Doflamingo slammed the bottle down on the table excitedly. “Allow me to introduce you to my little bird here.” He gestured towards her with one hand. 

“Why don’t you say hello pajarito?” He said playfully, grinning menacingly. 

She remained quiet. Refusing to play his game. The room was completely silent for a moment. Not even the sound of forks clattering on porcelain was heard. 

“Oh, take no offense. She’s just a little shy, that’s all. “He teased. 

Doflamingo gingerly patted her on the head. Almost as if she were his dog. The table awkwardly looked around at one another to gauge their reactions. What was she to him? A partner? Pet? Child? 

he began his dramatic introduction of the family. 

Doflamingo gestured to Diamanté, making it seem like an introduction for royalty.

“This is Diamanté, the champion of Dressrosa.”

Diamanté grinned, tipping his hat toward (Y/N). 

“A pleasure, señorita.” His tone was playful. 

“And this? This is Pica.” He smirks, pointing to by far the biggest man in the room. “Strong as a mountain. Loud as an opera singer.”

His joke got a couple of knowing giggles, but Pica said nothing. 

“And this is Gladius.” His tone is casual, as he gestured towards a man with gray spiked hair, and a face covering paired with goggles. “He’s got quite the temper; I’d watch out for him.” 

Next up was a woman with dark hair, red lipstick, and a lit cigarette between her pouty lips. 

“This is Baby 5. She has a bad habit of wanting to help people.” Doflamingo’s voice teased. 

The woman rolled her eyes and scowled. 

“And this is Buffalo. He spins.” That’s it. That was the only introduction Doflamingo gave.

Buffalo just nodded, stuffing his face with food. He was a beastly looking man. Looked ugly and stupid to make matters worse. 

 “Yo.”

“And this… is Vergo.” His tone is just a little different.

Vergo doesn’t react. He just stares. He was a man with sunglasses and dark hair. 

“Interesting choice, Young Master.” His voice was unreadable.

Doflamingo only grinned in return.

“And this is Monet. She’s my eyes and ears.”

Monet, a beautiful woman, smirks knowingly, adjusting her glasses. 

“She’s very good at keeping secrets.” His fingers tap on (Y/N)’s wrist lightly. “Aren’t you, Monet?”

She only nodded in return. 

“And this little one?” He grins, pointing to a child, no older than ten. “She’s far deadlier than she looks.”

Sugar stares blankly at (Y/N).

“I don’t like her.” She says it without hesitation.

Doflamingo bursts into laughter.

“Oh, Sugar, you’re adorable. Don’t take it personally, pajarito. She doesn’t like anyone.”

A bigger, older woman on the other end of the table tapped her fingers impatiently on the table. She was the only one left who was unintroduced. 

“And finally,” Doflamingo gestured to her. “Our resident artist, the ever-talented Giolla.”

Giolla immediately gasps, pressing a hand to her chest.

 “Oh, Young Master, you flatter me! But art is not just talent, it is feeling! It is passion! It is the soul made visible!”

Doflamingo chuckles, but there’s a sharp edge to it. 

“Well, that’s all for now. Everyone else is out on various missions at the moment.” He waved off the missing family members yet to be introduced.

“So, uh—who is she?” Buffalo finally spoke up, scratching his head in confusion. 

“Yeah, she looks familiar…” Baby 5 spoke next, squinting her eyes as she thought hard. 

“Oh, oh, I know!” Buffalo snapped his fingers in realization. “She’s that one girl from the Strawhat crew, right Young Master?” 

Doflamingo’s never ending grin only grew bigger as he nodded, humming in agreement. 

“What’s she doing here then?” Gladius spoke. 

“Don’t worry about it—“ Doflamingo said sternly. “She’s mine now, that’s all that matters.” He stroked her back softly as he spoke. 

The feeling of his hand on her back made her visibly tense. She felt uneasy as is with everyone’s eyes on her. His touch only made her stomach churn even more. He had so many people on his side it was no joke. 

(Y/N) barely poked at her breakfast. Her nerves were gnawing away at her stomach, devouring her appetite. Occasionally she sipped her coffee when he would look over at her. Just to keep up appearances. 

Once breakfast was over, the family began to disperse from the dining hall one by one. Eventually leaving her and him. He crossed his leg over the other, placing his arm on the back of her chair. 

“Are you excited?” He asked, smiling wildly. 

“For?”  She crossed her arms, replying in a pouty tone. 

“For what I have planned for us today my love.” He stroked her face with his free hand. 

She jerked back in disgust, scoffing as well. He only chuckled in return, clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse. 

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be fun. I promise.” Doflamingo stood as he spoke, sticking a hand out for her to take. 

She took it as he helped her down from the tall chair. He kept her hand in his as he made his way to the exit. 

“So, what are we doing?” She asked. 

He turned back, smirking as he peered over his shoulder at her. 

“I thought I’d take you out on the town, take you shopping maybe?” He said almost like he was asking for her approval. 

She hummed in response. Not in approval of disapproval. Just a hum to signify she heard him. Doflamingo found her very hard to read. It drove him crazy. He was almost convinced he was clairvoyant the way he could just simply see through others. But not her. She was so much different than anyone else he had met. 

Before they went out on the town, Doflamingo took her up to his personal quarters to make sure she was cleaned up and looked good enough to be seen in public with him. He personally brushed through her tangled, ratty hair. Sprayed her with his cologne. He even washed her face for her. 

She didn’t fight it. She knew it was best to pick her battles. (Y/N) had to conserve her energy and will to fight for when it really mattered. Right now, he was being very mild. She could handle it. 

“There, perfect.” He stood back, taking a good look at her as he adjusted her appearance once last time.

streets

The city of Dressrosa was certainly beautiful. The streets and buildings were all colorful stonework. It seemed to be heavily influenced by Spanish culture. Something that she did find odd however, was all of the life-sized toys that walked up and down the. Something seemed off about them. They seemed too human and quite frankly they creeped her out. 

“How do you like my kingdom, mi pequeña belleza?” Doflamingo’s voice broke through her thoughts.

She hummed softly in agreement, her eyes never meeting his.

Another thing that really bothered her was the amount of attention they were getting. And God, was he eating it all up. The people seemed to part like the seas around him, bowing and praising their king as we passed. Not to mention all of the murmurs about the strange woman that walked by his side. 

Every store they entered, they received the same treatment. She had never had people be stuck up her ass like this, and honestly, she hated it. Doflamingo on the other hand, was thrilled to have the retail workers bring him champagne and rub his feet all while he watched her try on outfits he had specifically chosen. 

She was being dressed up like a little doll on display. Following his every command. It was easier this way. She had to gain his trust. She couldn’t misbehave too much. Luffy would save her soon enough, she could hold out until then. Right? 

She couldn’t even keep count how many stores they had been to. After each store he a new bag adorned his arm. He insisted he carry them. She assumed he just wanted to look chivalrous in front of his subjects. He bought her anything and everything he could think of. Dresses, shoes, jewelry, perfume, even lingerie and bathing suits. They shopped all afternoon. The sun was nearly set by the time they finished, and she was starving. 

As soon as they entered the palace, Doflamingo swung all of the bags into the faces of his servants, ordering for them to be put away in his room. With that, he dragged her back to the dining hall for dinner. Thankfully too, especially since she didn’t eat much that morning. The same family members from earlier were seated in the same spots at the table from this morning. Of course they all praised him and asked how their trip went. Dinner was rather uneventful. Doflamingo was an ass as usual, showing off, and laughing boisterously. Once dinner was over, he took her back up to his room for the night.  

“Let me run you a bath, pajarito.” Doflamingo’s tone was sultry as he bent down close to her ear, massaging her shoulders. 

(Y/N) wriggled from his grasp in disgust, rolling her eyes, and scoffing at his invasive touch. Of course, he only chuckled, making his way to the bathroom. Soon the sound of running water could be heard. After a few minutes, the water stopped, and he emerged from the bathroom. 

“I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to shower while you’re in the tub.” A grin was spread across his face, his voice was laced with mischief. 

He didn’t ask. He didn’t command. He simply picked her up from the bed and carried her inside without a word. 

“Hey!” She began to protest, but he shushed her. 

He set her gently on the floor before locking the door behind him. 

“I don’t want you in here.” She demanded. 

“Too bad.” He began to strip, unbuttoning his shirt first before letting it drop from his shoulders onto the floor. 

(Y/N) groaned in aggravation, throwing her hands up and letting them fall back down to her sides dramatically. She turned her back to him, refusing to watch him undress and shower. She wouldn’t let him see her undress either. Once she heard the shower running, then she turned back around. 

She could see his outline through the obscure glass but couldn’t make anything out thankfully. Something did however catch her eye. His sunglasses were no longer on his face. They sat on the bathroom counter. She turned her back to him again as she made her way to the tub. The tub was overflowing with lavender scented bubbles. The tub was deep enough to drown in. At least six feet at the deepest part, and twelve feet long. The faucet and fixtures were golden and intricately designed. The tub itself was made of white luxurious marble. She had to admit. The bathroom was beautiful. She’d appreciate it more if it weren’t for the circumstances at hand.

She quickly stripped the dress from her body before stepping inside the tub before Doflamingo could see her. Once submerged in the tub, she exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. The warm water soothed and relaxed her aching muscles. She had been so tense the past week. It was truly torture being stuck under his thumb like this. 

It made (Y/N) wonder if some of the other members of the family were in the same situation as she. So far they all seemed to be willing participants. Maybe he had forced them into the family as well. Do they know that he forced her? Or did they think she was there willingly? Did they even care at all? 

After a little while of her soaking with her eyes closed, the sound of the shower cutting off made her perk up. She peeked over at his massive form as he exited the shower, closing her eyes quickly out of fear of seeing him naked. She knew he wanted her to see, and she refused to give him the satisfaction. 

The sound of his drying off, as well as his wet feet on the marble floors was all that could be heard. After a few minutes he cleared his throat, alerting her that he was fully covered. 

She opened her eyes to reveal the man before her clad in a floor length robe. It was a bright pink silk material with feathers adoring the cuffs and hem. It was extremely feminine and flamboyant, but it reminded her of the coat he always wore. His glasses were also carefully placed back onto his face, still keeping his eyes completely hidden from her.

“You almost done in there pajarito?” Doflamingo teased, peering down at her with his hands on his hips. 

Thankfully the bubbles covered, however they didn’t leave much to the imagination and although she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel them boring into her. Like he had X-ray vision and could see through the shield of soap and water. 

“Yeah, I’m done.” Yet she remained in the tub. 

“Well? Are you going to get out?” He asked expectantly. 

“No.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“And why not?” His tone was playful. 

“I’m not getting out with you in here. You’re out of your fucking mind.” She scowled up at him, crossing her arms to cover up her chest. 

He sighed in feign disappointment. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll give you your privacy.” He waved her off as he made his way to the door. 

Once the door closed, she sunk deeper into the water for another moment. Enjoying her moment of peace. Her eyes flickered up towards the decorative vase in the windowsill.  

Oh shit. My phone!

She scurried from the tub, naked and wet she reached for the vase, sticking her hand inside. There it was in her grasp. Her phone. No one found it thank fucking God. Unfortunately, when she went to turn it on, it was almost dead. 

“Fuck me, of course.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself before placing it back in its hiding place. 

The device was useless with no way to charge it. Franky had made her an adaptor so she could charge her phone on the ship. Of course she didn’t have it here with her now. She decided to just dry herself off and go greet her kidnapper before he got suspicious. 

Her hand shook at the handle, the other holding the oversized towel tightly around her body. 

Soon.

He’ll come for me soon.

Chapter 20

The next morning at breakfast, Doflamingo informed her of their plans for the afternoon. 

 

“Today, my little bird, I want to show you somewhere special to me.” He caressed her cheek as he spoke almost adoringly to her. 

 

“And where is that?” She replied monotone and uninterested as she ate. 

 

“My garden, little one.” He removed his hand from her face finally.  

 

“Oh!” He clapped his hands together excitedly, startling her. “I’ve picked you the perfect little outfit as well. It’s a little white sundress, and some little sandals to match.” 

 

 He always seemed ecstatic to be able to dress her up and pick out her clothes. He stood suddenly, seemingly impatient. 

 

“Come on pajarito.” He didn’t even wait for her, he just made his way to the door as she scrambled to follow, 

 

The dress was definitely beautiful and was far from the scantily clad outfits he usually put her in. The dress was an ethereal beauty. 

 

It was white and flowy, reaching just below her knee. The sleeves were off shoulder and puffy. The skirt of the dress is flowy and made of layers of lightweight, semi-transparent tulle. 

 

The sandals he paired it with were flat and brown. Just enough shoe to keep her feet off of the ground. 

 

She couldn’t help but admire her figure in the dress. Unfortunately, she knew Doflamingo would be admiring her figure as well. Reluctantly, she exited the bathroom, revealing her new outfit to him. 

 

Doflamingo stood against the windowsill— his arms across his chest as he waited. As soon as he heard the door creak open, that signature smirk graced his handsome features. 

 

“Mi cielo.” He rang out, clutching his heart dramatically. 

 

His behavior at the moment almost reminded her of her favorite chef. Sanji. How she missed him so. How she wished it was him cooing over her instead of this maniac. 

 

She couldn’t believe all of the times she yelled at him for fawning and flirting with her in inappropriate circumstances. Now she couldn’t help but scoff in amusement at Doflamingo’s antics. 

 

He thought that small smirk was for him. But it wasn’t. It was just out of remembrance of Sanji, how she missed him. How she missed the crew. It had been over a week since she’d seen them. 

 

He let out a low chuckle. “Come.” He reached for her hand, and despite her instinct to recoil, she let him take it.

 

He led her through the dimly lit corridors and towards the back of the palace. Soon they exited through a set of stained-glass double doors. The sun was blinding due to her confinement over the past couple of days. 

 

She shielded her eyes with her free hand as she walked at Doflamingo’s side. The garden was larger than she expected. It stretched behind the palace in cascading terraces, each level overflowing with vibrant, exotic flowers. Butterflies flitted lazily through the air, and a stone pathway wove through a maze of hedges and fountains. It was absolutely gorgeous. 

 

Doflamingo’s voice broke her from her daze. 

 

“Do you like it, my love?” 

 

She only hummed and nodded in return. She purposefully kept her answers short with him. He dragged her through the massive garden. He wanted to prolong their day as much as he could. 

 

“Let’s have a picnic, just you and me. What do you say, pajarito?” He grinned down at her hopefully. 

 

“I don’t see why not.” 

 

He smiled even wider at (Y/N)’s reply. 

 

“Perfect!” Doflamingo exclaimed. “Let’s head back up to the palace for now, I have some work I need to get done and I want to make sure everything is perfect for our little date.”

 

He dragged her back to the house with him, rather enthusiastically. Would she have enjoyed a picnic out here in this gorgeous garden? Yes. With him? No.  

 

Once back inside, he promptly locked her away in the room again. 

 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, just making some preparations for us, doll.” He cooed, locking the door behind him as he left. 

 

She huffed in irritation, running a finger through her hair. She hadn’t had the time to search this room yet but maybe she’d have just enough time to figure something out. 

 

Immediately after he left, she made the move to look through his personal belongings. She started with the nightstand next to her side of the bed. Nothing all too interesting was inside. An extra pair of sunglasses, some loose change, condoms that looked inhumanly big. 

 

Next up was the nightstand on his side of the bed. There were more condoms, lube, and some unsavory toys. 

 

“Ew, the fuck...?” She shut the drawer without touching anything else.

 

She froze for a moment as she heard footsteps approaching. 

 

Shit. 

 

She scurried to sit at the edge of the bed as she heard his keys jingling in the locks. 

 

After a moment the door swung open. Revealing the monster who was keeping her captive. A grin was plastered on his face, per usual, as he approached her. 

 

“The preparations are being made as we speak. We’ll have dinner in the garden tonight.” 

 

He took another step closer, reaching out with one of his oversized hands and caressing her face lovingly. 

 

“In the meantime, I have work to do unfortunately, so you’ll be spending some time with one of my…” He paused, thinking about how to refer to them. “Family members. Baby 5 to be specific.” 

 

(Y/N)’s stomach dropped. Of course, he was leaving her alone with another one of his subordinates. Doflamingo chuckled deeply, shaking his head. 

 

“Oh, don’t worry,” He could tell by the look on her face she was remembering Trebol. “Baby’s nothing like Trebol. Trust me, you’ll like her much better I assure you.” He held his hand up as if he were swearing by it. 

 

With that there was a knock on the door. As the woman entered, (Y/N) noticed she looked about her age. Maybe this could work to her advantage. 

 

It was the same woman from dinner last night. The one with the long, dark hair, smoking at the table. She was beautiful really. Maybe if (Y/N) was lucky, she could make an ally out of her. 

 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Baby 5.” The woman stuck her hand out for her to shake. 

 

She took Baby’s hand reluctantly, shaking it. Her reluctance seemed to please the both of them. 

 

“Good. Now behave for her, little bird. I won’t be long.” And with that he left the two women alone. 

 

There was an awkward silence between the two women. The smell of her cigarette wafted through the room as (Y/N) fiddled with the ends of her hair anxiously, all while refusing to make eye contact. 

 

“I um— like your dress.”  Baby finally broke the awkward moment. 

 

(Y/N) looked down at the dress, adjusting it. 

 

“Oh, thanks. He picked it out.” She mumbled in return. 

 

“So are you his…” Baby trailed off. “Girlfriend?” 

 

(Y/N) scowled and shook her head in disgust. 

 

“Absolutely fucking not.” She replied. 

 

Baby giggled at her answer. 

 

“Then what are you to the Young Master?” 

 

“Young Master?” (Y/N) sneered. “Young my ass, dude’s pushing forty.”

 

She received another laugh from Baby 5 at that comment. 

 

“Yes, but we’ve called him that for a very long time. I believe Trebol started calling him that when he was a boy, and it just stuck.” 

 

(Y/N) hummed thoughtfully in reply.  She just assumed it was to inflate his already massive ego. To make him not feel middle-aged. 

 

“You know,” Baby started, sitting down in the armchair in the corner of the room. “A lot of women would love to be in your shoes right now. The Young Master is a very powerful man. You should feel lucky that he’s chosen you.” 

 

“Lucky? He kidnapped me. Held me against my will. And I should be lucky?” (Y/N) snapped, squinting her eyes at her.

 

Baby seemed shocked by her answer but quickly composed herself. 

 

“Doflamingo has many admirers. You should feel honored to be his bride.” Baby replied gloomily, 

 

“I wish he’d let me get married.” Baby mumbled under her breath as she put her cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. 

 

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) inquired, moving closer to her.

 

“He keeps killing all of my boyfriends!” Baby exclaimed. 

 

“He killed them. Why?” (Y/N) sat on the couch across from Baby. 

 

“Because he claimed he’s saving me from my own ‘personality flaws’.” Baby quotes Doflamingo mockingly. 

 

“So, he just doesn’t like them?” 

 

(Y/N) finally found something she could bond with Baby over. A way to get close to her. 

“That’s no reason to kill them, that’s not fair.” 

 

Baby nodded in agreement, her eyes lighting up as (Y/N) sided with her. 

 

“I mean how am I ever supposed to settle down and be happy if he won’t let me marry any of my fiancé’s!?” 

 

“Fiancé’s?” (Y/N) raised a brow in confusion. 

 

“Yes, I’ve been proposed to multiple times, and he’s killed them all!” 

 

“He’s fucking insane.” 

 

The afternoon with Baby went seemingly well. The two women laughed and chatted for hours. It was nice for (Y/N) to have someone here that she liked. That she could get along with. Someone who could potentially help her escape. 

 

Unfortunately, their good time was ruined by sunset. As the skies of Dressrosa just started to turn pink, Doflamingo had returned to his personal quarters to retrieve (Y/N) for their picnic in the garden. 

 

“How are my girls doing?” The sound of his voice broke their conversation. 

 

He startled them both. Neither one of them noticed him enter somehow. 

 

“Everything’s great, Young Master.” Baby replied cheerfully, standing from the chair.

 

“Good, good. I hope my little bird behaved herself?” He asked Baby. 

 

She nodded. “Yes sir, we had a good time together, didn’t we?” 

 

(Y/N) gave her a small, forced smile in return, mumbling a small, “Yeah,” in return.  

 

Doflamingo seemed thoroughly pleased with the two women before him. 

 

“Well let’s not waste any more time, shall we?” He offered (Y/N) his elbow before shooing Baby 5 out of the room, following after her.

 

Doflamingo led her out to the garden again. This time it was even more stunning. The setting sun casted an orangey pink glow over the horizon. It smelled like summer. Freshly cut crash and evening humidity. The breeze from the sea made it even more relaxing. 

 

He continued to pull her along with him until they reached a small pond. A massive weeping willow loomed over the edges of the murky water. A small table sat underneath. The area was dimly lit with scattered candles at the base of the tree as well as the table. 

 

As they sat, she continued to observe their surroundings. The sound of crickets and frogs was soothing to her. Reminded her of home. Lightning bugs flashed over the water, catching her eye. 

 

“You like it, mi amor?” Doflamingo took her hand in his, kissing it from across the table.

 

“Yes.” She said softly.

 

Doflamingo began to set the table, pulling over a cart similar to the ones her meals had been brought to her previously. He pulled the lid off of the dish revealing some kind of pasta dish. She couldn’t lie to herself or him. It looked and smelled heavenly.

 

The pop of a champagne bottle snapped her from her trance on the food as he poured them both a glass. The champagne bottle, as well as the flutes, were both double the average size. Her glass held what seemed to be half of a regular sized bottle of champagne. 

 

She wasn’t much of a drinker but around him, she needed it to handle his overwhelming personality. She brought the glass to her lips and drank. He seemed pleased, raising his glass to her before drinking from his own glass. 

 

As they continued to eat, the sun eventually fell behind the trees, only leaving the light of the candles reflecting off of the pond. A set of bushes alongside the pond began to rustle slightly, grabbing both of their attention. 

Doflamingo straightened up in his chair, his face turning serious as he assessed. The rustling became louder, shaking the leaves of the shrub this time. In the darkness something emerged. 

 

(Y/N) squinted her eyes to try and see the unknown creature. She wasn’t frightened but he seemed to not trust whatever it was. 

 

“Careful pajarito.” He warned. 

 

Doflamingo was ready to jump from his chair if need be. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she didn’t feel threatened by the creature lurking in the dark. In fact, she put a hand down to the ground and clicked her tongue at it. 

  

The shadowy figure stopped in its tracks. Doflamingo looked at her like she was crazy, but she continued. Eventually the animal moved into the light, revealing it was just a black cat. 

 

Doflamingo’s shoulders dropped. He felt foolish. He was ready to pounce on the animal if it attacked and all it was was a mere feline.

 

“Oh! Come here baby!” Her voice was shrill as she cooed at the cat, calling it to her. 

 

It hesitated at first but eventually trotted over, sniffing at her hands before headbutting her palm. Doflamingo watched as she tamed the animal in front of him. 

 

“Well look at that.” He chuckled. 

 

She picked the cat up and placed it in her lap. it was the first time that she truly had smiled since she’d been here. A real, genuine smile.

It made his heart ache. It hurt so good. 

 

He propped his elbow on the table as he watched her interact with the cat. Kissing and cooing over it in her lap as she fed it pasta from her plate. 

 

“Awful generous, aren’t you?” He teased. 

 

Doflamingo was absolutely intrigued with her. He found it endearing how nurturing she was. Each day she unknowingly revealed a new secret to him. He could use her love of animals to win her affection.  

 

After a few minutes of getting loved on, the cat hopped down from her laugh and retreated back to the bush it came from. 

 

“Didn’t realize you were such a cat person.” Doflamingo said. 

 

“I love them.” She seemed to be in a significantly better mood. 

 

“Good, I’m glad you had a good day today.” His comment seemed genuine. 

 

He stood from the table, draining the last of the champagne in his glass. 

 

“Come, let’s get ready for bed mi pequeña bestia.” He led her away and back towards the house. 

 

That night, after (Y/N) had fallen asleep, Doflamingo was deep in thought. Thinking of a plan. He knew exactly how he’d win her over. He’d catch that cat. Bring it to her as a gift. He’d have one of the servants— No. He would have to catch the animal himself. Make it personal. Show her the lengths he’d go for her.

 

It was perfect.

 

She was perfect. 

 

He was perfect. 

 

And soon she’d be his.

Chapter 21

 Doflamingo was gone before dawn. He had a mission to complete.  Catching that damn cat for her. She didn’t ask. But she didn’t have to. He knew what she wanted. Just as he knew what he wanted. 

 

The sun hadn’t even risen yet before he was in the garden searching for that damned animal. He even sent someone out for a litter box and cat food already. He was determined to capture  that cat along with her heart. 

 

Doflamingo clicked his tongue, mimicking the motions (Y/N) made to win the animals affection. She had treated the animal as he treated her. She was soft spoken, gentle, and fed it her food. Even forcefully put it in her lap. Just as he had done with her. So why didn’t it work? 

 

“Pspspspspsp.” He called out to the cat, snapping his fingers as he knelt down by the bush it emerged from earlier. 

 

Nothing. 

 

He cursed to himself and that damned cat. He was never fond of animals. He didn’t hate them. They were just hard to control, messy, loud, useless. He had no time for such burdens. But for her, he’d make time. 

 

Doflamingo felt like a fool. On his knees in the muck, shoving his arm blindly into a shrub. It wasn’t there however. He’d have to search. It was a big garden. The cat could be anywhere.  

 

He grumbled to himself again as he stomped around the garden, peeking into every shrub, under every bench. He even was searching some of the trees and he found nothing. No sign it was ever even there. 

 

Then he got a bright idea. The sun was now beginning to rise and he knew he was running out of time. The garden staff might know something. They had to have seen it. 

 

“Hey you.” Doflamingo called out to the first person he saw in the garden. 

 

They looked startled to even see him out this early, especially in his muddy state. 

 

“Yes Young Master?” The man bowed before him. 

 

“Have you seen a little black cat prowling about?” He asked. 

 

“Oh yes sir, I have. May I ask why?” 

 

“I need to know where it resides.” He demanded sternly. 

 

“Oh, I usually see it by the pond, chasing after frogs and such.” The gardener replied nervously. 

 

“I’ve already checked there.” He snapped back. 

 

The gardener flinched, causing Doflamingo to sigh, running a frustrated hand through his hair. The sun had almost risen completely at this point. He had maybe another half hour before she woke. 

 

“You could check up by the house. I know some of the maids feed her. By the back entrance.” He added.

 

“Good, thank you. That’s all I needed.” And with that he made his way to the location it was last seen. 

 

He clicked his tongue and held down his hand, whistling for the critter. There was a faint rustling behind him before the sound of little feet pittering behind him in the grass. 

She mewed at his feet expectantly. 

 

“There you are.” He said as he bent down, scooping the feline into his arms. 

 

She was so little compared to his massive frame. She fit in one of his palms despite being a fully grown cat. 

 

“You don’t understand how important you are, do you? “ He cooed, scratching behind her ears as she purred and kneaded into his arm. 

 

(Y/N) was awoken with a feeling of something crawling on her. She ignored it as best as she could, assuming it was just Doflamingo grabbing at her. She groaned and rolled over, shoving her face into the pillow. 

 

“Wake her up, little one.” Doflamingo purred to the cat. 

 

The feline mewed in response. Making (Y/N) jump up, whipping her head around groggily at the sound of the cat meowing. And there she was. The same black cat from the garden. Just sitting on the bed, purring loudly as it blinked slowly at her. 

 

“Oh my God.” (Y/N)’s raspy voice spoke out, snatching the catch from the sheets as she coddled it. 

 

Then she noticed Doflamingo standing there. He was no longer in pajamas but his clothes were disheveled and muddy. He looked like he’d been outside rolling. His knees were soaked, hair a wreck. And yet he stood there looking ever so smug. Smiling broadly, showing off each white tooth in his head. 

 

“Are you happy, my love? I caught her just for you.” he spoke to her softly, taking one of her hands as he stepped closer to the bed. 

 

(Y/N) reluctantly nodded. There was no way she’d ever admit to him that this was the best thing to happen to her since she got here. But it also made her sick to her stomach with anxiety, just knowing that there was something that tied her here now. Tied him to her. 

 

She continued to stroke the cat, eyeing him suspiciously as she did so.

 

“Why?” Was all she said. 

 

“Why?” He repeated. “Because I want you. I want you to want me.” 

 

He kneeled down on the floor, resting his elbows on the bed as if he were going to pray. She didn’t answer him back. Instead she turned her gaze back to the cat in her arms. 

 

At breakfast that morning. The cat circled her chair. Mewing up at her as she ate gleefully. It was the most she had eaten at breakfast yet. 

She occasionally would toss down a piece of bacon or egg to feed the cat. 

 

“We need to get her a litter box and some food.” She announced at the table. 

 

Doflamingo didn’t hear her, however. He was fully engrossed in the newspaper that was just placed in front of him. A wild grin spread across his face as he gripped the mug in his hand tighter as he read the cover. 

 

“I think you’ll wanna take a look at this pajarito.” He tossed the paper down in front of her on the table. 

 

It broke her attention from the cat as soon as she saw the cover photo. 

 

Luffy. 

 

There he was. Bandaged and battered, hat in his hand as he held it over his heart. It looked as though he were at Marineford again. It made her stomach drop. Was he looking for her there? Did he find out she was there? 

 

The thought left her as she noticed something on his arm. A tattoo. Luffy didn’t have tattoos. It said 3D2Y, only the 3D was marked out. What the hell did that mean? 

 

As she continued to read the paper, it mentioned how he rang the Ox Bell sixteen times before leaving. What did it all mean? It was clearly a message to the crew. 

 

3D2Y.

 

3D2Y.

 

3D2Y.

 

She kept repeating it over and over again in her head until it finally clicked. Her eyes widened and her stomach dropped to her ass. Her hands shook. She could’ve been sick right there. 

 

Two years. 

 

Luffy wanted to meet back up in two years. Not three days. But two whole years. She didn’t know if she could wait that long. That just told her that Luffy knew nothing of her predicament. That the crew hadn’t even met back up yet and it had been over a week. 

 

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get away from him now. Would she have to stay here for two whole years? She didn’t think she’d survive it. Could she? Would it be best to stay put? 

 

Doflamingo watched carefully, trying to decipher the look on her face.

 

 Fear. 

 

He knew it well. 

 

He used it against people often. However, he didn’t like how it looked on her. He didn’t want her to fear him like the others did. He wanted her love, respect, and loyalty. He wanted her as his equal, not his subordinate. She wasn’t like the others. 

 

“Find anything interesting in that paper, mi amor?” He teased playfully, knowing damn well what the paper read. 

 

“Fuck you.” Her voice was shaky and tears brimmed her big (e/c) eyes. 

 

“Awwwww, come now little bird, don’t cry.” He immediately scooped her into his lap from her chair. 

 

He pulled her close to his chest, rocking her and he rubbed her back lovingly. He couldn’t help but let a devilish grin spread. He was absolutely thrilled. She had nowhere to run. No one to save her. 

 

She was all his. 

Chapter 22

Notes:

(Lmk how y'all feel about this one if changes need to be made.)

  That afternoon Doflamingo insisted on touring the palace with her. He never got to show her what belonged to him and soon her. But she wasn’t focused on the palace. 

 

She could care less about the beautiful artwork that adorned the cold stone walls. Nor the luxurious red shag carpet that lined the floors of his drawing room. And she definitely didn’t give two shits about his gloomy little throne room. 

 

No, she was thinking about how she was trapped here. With him. For two years at minimum. She wasn’t just trapped. She was angry. Furious. And it was starting to show. She couldn’t free herself. She was too weak, and she knew it. Not to mention no one even knew where she was. And she had no idea where any of them were. 

 

To think, her one opportunity of freedom just slipped through her pale, slender fingers. Luffy was there. The one man who could save her was at Marineford. Only yards away and neither of them even knew. He even came back. 

 

“Doll, you’re not paying attention to me.” Doflamingo interrupted her thoughts, stopping dead in his tracks to face her. 

 

He stopped right outside of two oak double doors as he stared down at her. He clearly knew why he was distracted, and he reveled in it. He wanted her to be sad. Hopeless. Depressed even. He wanted her to cling to him for comfort, to seek him as shelter in the storm. 

 

Where would she go anyways? She needed him. (Y/N) was wanted by the Marines. Not to mention she was a part of the crew that just started a war against the government. She was by far the weakest member of the crew. How would she protect herself out there alone? 

 

Too many people were after her head. He was after her heart — and her soul. Although he’d take her head if she wouldn’t bow. He’d rather no one have her if he couldn’t. But he knew she’d fall one day. And when she did, he’d be there. 

 

The cat was cradled in her arms as he ushered her inside the doors. The wood creaked closed behind them. It was his personal library. 

 

The room smelled of oak and dust. The scent of old literature hung in her nostrils as she inhaled deeply, purposefully taking in the smell of the library. It had a nostalgic scent to it that reminded her of her elementary school library. 

 

The floors were carpeted in red, matching the drawing room. The wooden shelves were nearly twenty feet high, almost touching the ceiling as they were lined with thousands of books.

 

On the other side of what seemed like endless shelves, was a cozy little nook with a roaring fireplace. Across from the fire were two armchairs, a coffee table separating them.

 

She had to admit to herself that it was a nice place to get away from it all. Maybe she could find some solitude here once she gained some freedoms. 

 

“Do you read?” Doflamingo’s voice broke through her thoughts yet again. 

 

“I’m in my twenties, of course I can fucking read.” 

 

Doflamingo chuckled. 

 

“Not what I meant, but it’s good to know you’re literate.” He tapped underneath her chin with his finger as he walked past.

 

He ran his finger along the spines of the book, sending dust into the air as he stepped proudly down the aisle. He began to ramble about his prized possessions once more, but she wasn’t really listening to him. 

 

Again, she was focused on how she was stuck for two years without her crew. Trapped in this hell with him. She hated him and he wanted nothing else but her. He dreamed of her, thought of her every waking moment. He couldn’t stand that she hated him and yet it only made him want her affection more. 

 

He couldn’t help but find her defiance amusing at times, and others… Not so much. But it was okay, she’d outgrow it. Just like she’d outgrow that damned pirate crew. She was young, she had time to learn. 

 

She absentmindedly followed him through the library as he led her to the two chairs, sitting across the table from her. 

 

“Do you like my little kingdom so far? It’s nice isn’t it. I knew you’d love it.” He didn’t even give her an opportunity to speak for herself. 

 

Not that she cared. She was completely dissociated from him, from everything. Her eyes were heavy and glossy as she went through the motions. Only humming and nodding in reply to Doflamingo when he wanted an answer. The whole time she kept her eyes glued to the dancing flames in the pit. 

 

“Something the matter, love?” Doflamingo teased, knowing damn well what was wrong. 

 

“No.” 

 

“Liar.” He stood, moving to stand directly in front of her. 

 

Doflamingo leaned down, He stood with his hips level to her face, one hand drifting toward his belt, fingers grazing the leather in a lazy caress. His smile sharpened as he watched the way her gaze instinctively flicked downward — and the moment her eyes widened; his smile widened too. His smile darkened, eyes glittering with dangerous intent. (Y/N)’s pulse hammered as she scooted back in her chair, but his gaze pinned her in place.

 

“Do you fucking mind?” (Y/N) snarled, turning her head to the side, holding up a hand. 

 

“No, why? Do you mind?” He teased again, grinning devilishly. 

 

He didn’t move. He just peered down at her as if he wanted her to be intimidated. It wasn’t working. It was just making her angry and honestly, it was turning him on. Visibly so. 

 

She scooted further back in her chair. Not even dating to glance at it. She knew what he was doing. It was disgusting and she was starting to seethe. 

 

As her anger grew so did the arousal in his pants as well as the arrogance in his smile. He thrived off of power. Loved control. Wanted her. And he was determined to have her, no matter how she felt. He was tired of waiting. 

 

Doflamingo’s slender finger traced beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His hips hovered just close enough that the heat of him was unmistakable — a dangerous promise beneath the dark fabric of his pants. Her pulse hammered, her breath shallow. His smile sharpened as her gaze flicked downward, widening when she realized how close he was.

 

Her stomach churned as he leaned closer. Her breath hitched — not from fear, but from the sickening heat of his proximity. She could feel the warmth of his body bleeding into her skin, and it made her want to peel her own flesh off. She scurried away from him and out of the chair, climbing over the arm and off the side. 

 

“Are you being fucking for real right now!?” This was the first time she truly raised her voice at him. This was the first time she was livid instead of anxious. 

 

Doflamingo threw his head back in laughter before adjusting himself very obviously. 

He began to take a couple steps towards her as she started too slowly back away from him. 

 

"Oh, come on," he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Don't act so shocked. You knew this was coming eventually, didn't you?"

 

He took a step forward, watching her flinch. That flicker of fear in her eyes — God, it was delicious.

 

Before she could even think of her next move. He cornered her between the wall and a bookcase. In one swift motion, he had a hand on either side of her head as he bent down. 

 

She winced, shutting her eyes tightly as the heat of his body enveloped her. She could feel his warm breath on her lips. He smelled like alcohol. Red wine to be specific. It made her feel sick. 

 

Her body began to shake uncontrollably, tears brimmed her eyes as she tried to keep her composure. She couldn’t look weak in front of him.  Especially not now. 

 

“This won’t make me want you.” She managed to speak, trying to hold her own against him despite her fury and fear.

 

He chuckled lowly, bringing up one of his silky fingers to brush the stray hair away from her cheek. 

 

“Don’t be this way. We both know it’s what’s right.” He leered over her, licking his lips with his unusually long tongue. 

 

Doflamingo was widely known for not having very much impulse control. And this was a prime example of such. He was truly a monster. A fiend, a menace. He was truly evil. 

 

There was no love here. Not in her eyes. Maybe in his sick fucking mind but not hers. She could never love a man— No, a wretch like him. 

 

He placed his hand on the back of her head, gripping a hand full of (Y/N)’s hair at the root, slightly tugging it to assert his dominance over her. To prove he had control. 

 

“Get. Off.” She growled through tight teeth. Her eyes boring into the reflective lenses of his glasses. 

 

All she could see was her own minuscule figure in his frames. It was downright humiliating to see herself this way. For someone else to have her this way. 

 

“You don’t mean that. You want this. Admit it.” His grip tightened on her (H/C) locks. 

 

She whimpered in pain as he yanked even harder, exposing her neck to him. 

 

He gazed down at the thumping blue pulse in her throat, biting at his bottom lip as he groaned in sick pleasure. Suddenly he bit down. Hard. 

 

(Y/N) yelped. Screaming and kicking at him did no good as she was trying and with no luck remained in his teeth. 

 

Doflamingo moaned into her throat as he sucked and nipped at her flesh. He could feel her heart attempting to flee the scene, it only fueled his desire. Once he finally got a taste of her life between his teeth. 

 

She winced and gasped as he pulled back, licking the blood from his lips. It didn’t bleed enough to drip but she could see it on his lips. 

 

“You’re fucking sick.” She managed to groan out. 

 

“And you’re fucking divine.” 

 

Doflamingo’s fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face upward. His smile was slow, cold, calculating.

She stiffened. His hand slid behind her neck, his grip tightening.

 

“If you want me to stop,” he whispered, “you should say so.”

 

He crashed his lips into hers, plunging his abnormally large tongue down her throat, gagging her. She clawed and fought against him. Nothing worked. Then she bit him back. 

She snapped on his tongue, clamping her teeth down on the muscle in her mouth. 

 

It worked as intended. Doflamingo hollered in pain, pulling back from the forced kiss. Blood pooled in his mouth. She could taste him in hers. She spit him out on the floor in repulsion. 

 

He released her hair from his grip. Grabbing her chin so hard it would certainly bruise. 

He wiped it from his lip with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with something cold and dangerous.

 

“Hmph,” he murmured. “Finally showing some spirit.”

 

He smiled — and (Y/N)’s stomach dropped.

 

“Little whore.” He grumbled darkly, his voice laced with venom as his face contorted to one of absolute delight and insanity. 

 

Before he could do anymore damage, she drew her left leg back and swung it forwards as hard as she could, landing a blow directly between his legs. 

 

“FUCK!” He screamed, falling to his knees before her with his hands between his thighs in immense pain. 

 

This was her only chance. 

 

She hopped around him and bolted around the corner of one of the shelves. As she ducked beneath one of the lower shelves to hide, a realization hit her. 

 

Doflamingo was between her and the door. 

 

There was no escape without passing him. 

 

Even though he was hurt right now, he’d recover quickly, and when he did. She’d certainly pay for it.

She pressed her hand to her throat, her breath ragged and thin.

Blood was on her lips — his blood.

 

Her hands were shaking violently. She pressed them against her mouth to stop the trembling.

Behind her, Doflamingo was laughing. A maniacal laughter that sent a shiver down her spine. She heard him stand, cackling as he did so. He began to move closer. 

 

“Come out little bird. I promise you’re not in trouble.” He said in a sing-song voice. 

 

She knew better than that. She was always in trouble as long as she was in his grasp. Her hand reached up to cover her mouth, muffling her breathing as she trembled.

He lets out a low growl, darting around the corner, quickly following after her. He's much faster than she, his long legs eating up the distance between them in no time.

 

"You can run, but you can't hide from me, princess."

 

He calls out, his voice echoing through the aisles as he continues to hunt her down.

Like a snake, (Y/N) swiftly weaved in and out of the aisles, moving lightly on her feet trying to make very little noise as she evaded him.

He begins to round the aisle that she was hiding in. Before he saw her, (Y/N) quickly slipped through an opening in the bookshelf, quietly slipping into the aisle he was just previously in without being caught. He stops just before the aisle she was hiding in, scanning the area for any sign of her. He was starting to become frustrated over the fact that he lost her, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to figure out where she’d gone.

 

"Goddamn it... she's good."

 

He mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he looks around, still unaware of her presence in the adjacent aisle. (Y/N) could hear him breathing the next aisle over. Her heart was thudding in her chest so loudly she swore he could hear it. She continued to dance around the shelves as she avoided him. 

Silently, she discarded her shoes, walking out of them as she swung herself around another bookshelf, hiding from his sight. Her small size and flexibility made it easy to evade his larger, more sturdy stature. 

Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel a twinge of admiration along with annoyance. He couldn’t believe she was able to evade a man like him so easily. He couldn’t even pick up her presence using his observation haki. She was good. 

Too good. 

Doflamingo clenched his jaw, his breath coming in slow, controlled inhales. How? How was she slipping through his fingers like this?

His pulse was quickening, but not from panic. No, this was something else entirely. She was making him work for it. He liked that. Maybe too much.

He slowly began to walk down the aisles, his steps measured and deliberate as he searched.

The vibrations from his footsteps were getting closer, indicating that he was moving closer. He wasn’t as silent as Kaitlyn, his heavy footsteps making it easier for her to pinpoint his location.

 

"You can't hide forever, sweetheart."

 

He calls out, his voice echoing through the library, his tone was almost playful as he continued his search.

Finally, she had snaked her way around to the other side of the library, by the door. 

 

It was like he knew. Like he senses it. He picked up his pace, his footsteps growing louder as he moved quickly in her direction, determined to cut (Y/N) off before she reached the door.

 

He remained on the farther end of the library as the double doors came into view. She began to shake in anticipation, her heart was about to beat out of her chest as she inched towards the doors, maintaining her cat-like stealth as he searched the opposite end of the library.

 

she reached for the doorknob, twisting it slowly. The creak of the hinges gave her away. He freezes for a moment, his ears perking up at the noise. He turned his head towards the sound, Immediately, his heart dropped into his stomach. 

 

“No. No, no, no…” He began to panic as his quick pace turned into a run. 

 

As she hears his footsteps making their way towards her, (Y/N) pulled her foot through the door, swiftly making her way from the room before he can spot her, leaving the door slightly cracked as she escaped.

 

 As soon as both of her bare feet meet the carpet of the hallway, she stands up straight and runs as fast as possible, trying her hardest to not make much noise. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was she was making a break for it while she could.

Chapter 23

Notes:

Lmk if there needs to be any corrections or changes <3

       As Doflamingo reached the doors of the library, he noticed the door was slightly ajar, revealing her escape. 

 

“NO!” He bellowed, slamming his fists into the wooden frame, cracking it. 

 

She could feel the vibration of his voice carrying through the palace halls as she booked it. Her legs carried her as fast as she could go. (Y/N) never realized she could even run this fast. She couldn’t remember ever being this scared in her life. 

 

She weaved through the corridors, trying to avoid any eyes that might spot her as she looked for a place to hide. Unbeknownst to her. There were always eyes watching, 

 

(Y/N) could hear footsteps approaching from behind. It wasn’t just Doflamingo's, but a group of people who were clearly searching for something. Their voices grew louder as they got closer, and she realized that they're not just searching for any old thing.

They're searching for her specifically.

 

She pressed her back to the wall, biting her lip as she frantically scanned the hall looking for a place to hide or escape him. Sha saw a small closet nearby, just big enough for her to squeeze into.

 

Without hesitation, she made a dash for it, quickly slipping inside and closing the door behind her, holding her breath as the footsteps got closer and closer. 

 

The group of people passed by the closet, their voices fading as they moved further down the hallway. (Y/N) stayed in the closet, her body trembling from the adrenaline rush and the fear of being discovered

She pressed a hand to her mouth and nose, muffling her breathing as she quaked. She remained hidden inside for a few more minutes, scared to even open the door out of fear of being caught.

 

‘Maybe I could just hide here forever?

No, I have to get out. But where do l go? What's he gonna do when he catches me?’ 

 

So many thoughts raced through her mind. She decides to make a break for it. Taking a few deep breaths, calming herself as she reached for the handle, slowly cracking the door open. She pressed an eye to the gap in the door, peering out into the hall.

 

The hallway was empty, the only sound being the soft hum of the castle around her. The sound of voices could be heard in the distance, but they were too far away to make out any words.

 

(Y/N) silently escaped the closet, the carpet muffling the sounds of her steps as she moved in the opposite direction of the voices, her eyes never leaving the direction of the sound. Creep down and around the corner,

she makes her way down the hallway, careful not to make any noise as she moved swiftly and quietly. 

 

The voices grew louder as she approached the corner, but you're determined to avoid them at all costs. She rounded the corner and quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar, peering out to see who's coming.

She peeked out, trying to get a good view of the corridor ahead to check and see if the coast was clear.

 

She quickly ducked back into the hallway, trying to put as much distance between her and the men as possible. The hallway is eerily quiet now, the only sound being her own footsteps on the carpeted floor.

As she continued down the corridor, her heart was still racing from the close call.

 

(Y/N) was starting to think that maybe she’d be able to avoid detection after all.

She scanned the walls, looking for a way out. She wasn't even sure what floor she was on or anything. Nor did she know where any of these doors led to. 

 

As she continued to walk down the hallway, she noticed that there were several doors lining the walls. Each one has a nameplate next to it, indicating who the room belongs to.

 

The names on the nameplates range from the names of Doflamingo's subordinates to people she didn't recognize at all. The fact that each room was labeled is both a blessing and a curse.

 

Each door sent a jolt of anxiety through her body as she imagined someone stepping out and catching her in the act. She looked both ways, seeing that the hallway splits into two separate directions. Each path looked exactly the same, with no discernible difference between them.

 

She could hear voices echoing from both directions, making it impossible to determine which way is safer to go. She was left standing there, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to decide which way to take.

 

She closed her eyes and thought quickly, making a quick decision. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and stepped out from behind the corner, choosing to head down the left path.

 

The doors on both sides of the hallway are mostly closed, only a few slightly ajar. She eyed each door, weighing her options and trying to figure out which one was the least likely to be occupied. 

 

There's a chance that some of the rooms are empty, while others may be occupied by Doflamingo's men. She needed to be cautious and pick a room carefully.

 

(Y/N) approached the first door on the left, slowly pushing it open a bit more to peek inside. She could see that the room was dark and empty, no sign of anyone inside.

 

She carefully entered the room, making sure to shut the door behind her as quietly as possible. The room is dark and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture scattered about.

She glanced around, checking for any signs of life or danger. For now, it seemed like she was safe.

 

As she locked the door, she felt a small sense of relief wash over her. Hidden away in a dark room, out of sight from anyone who might be passing by in the hallway.

The room is silent and still, with only the sound of her own breathing breaking the silence. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts, trying to figure out her next move.

 

She squinted her eyes as she examined the furniture in the dark. It looked like some type of office or study. There was a large wooden desk at the center of the room. Out of fear of being caught, (Y/N) kept the lights off and curtains closed before crawling up underneath the desk. 

 

The space under the desk is cramped, but it provides a good hiding spot. She sits down, back pressed against the front of the desk and her knees pulled up to her chest. It's a bit uncomfortable, but she felt safe for now. She felt the coolness of the floor beneath her, and the sound of her own breathing echoes in her ears.

 

She stayed there for hours, frozen in fear. The occasional passing of voices made her heart sink every time. Luckily, no one had entered. Maybe if she stayed here long enough, they’d have thought she’d escaped the palace, and they’d leave to go search for her. Then just maybe, she’d have the chance to get out of here. 

 

Before (Y/N) could even make a decision the sound of voices and footsteps approached the door. 

 

“You know you could just have Pica— “

 

“No!” A familiar voice interrupted.

 

It was Doflamingo and Trebol. 

 

“I want to be the one to find her…” He growled. 

 

He rattled the handle, cursing to himself as he pulled out a large ring of keys, rifling through them before harshly shoving one in the lock, tuning it. 

 

Her heart hammered in her throat. She was sweating and shaking profusely. She didn’t know what to do now, he’d surely find her. 

 

“Go make yourself useful.” He demanded sternly, shooing Trebol away harshly.

 

Doflamingo stepped into the room, flicking on the light as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of a disturbance. (Y/N) remained hidden under the desk, a hand clamped over her mouth and nose. 

 

He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair. He began pacing the room, mumbling to himself. It was incomprehensible. His thundering footsteps shook the floor beneath her. 

 

(Y/N) anxiously bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her face, leaving behind small crescent-shaped marks as she struggled to control her panic.

 

Doflamingo seemed to be growing impatient, his foot tapping against the floor in irritation. He takes another step closer, and she could feel the desk shift slightly as he leaned against it. She swore he could hear her heart thudding through her ribs, smell the sweat at the nape of her neck. 

 

He slammed both fists on the desk, making her damn near come out of her skin. She jumped so hard her head hit the underside of the desk. She was sure that was it. But he didn’t seem to notice. Or so she thought. 

 

Suddenly she felt the creak of the desk as he wrapped his large fingers around its edges, lifting it from the ground. In a quick decision, she clung to a wood beam in the underside of the desk. Clinging to it with her hands and bare feet as he completely lifted up the desk. 

 

Doflamingo peered at the empty spot in the floor, holding the desk as if it weighed nothing. He held it there for a moment. She thought she did it. She thought she was safely hidden from him. 

 

How she hoped and prayed that the crew would miraculously show up and save her. It was all just a delusion, a fantasy. They weren’t coming. 

 

Her body was becoming weaker the longer he held up the desk. He knew she was there. He wanted to see how long she would hold out. However, Doflamingo had little patience. 

 

He shook the desk hard. Like a child rattling a Christmas present to see what was inside. The shaking was enough to force her release from the desk's underneath, sending her tumbling to the floor with an ‘oof’. 

 

The wind got knocked out of her as she hit the ground. She looked up to see Doflamingo towering over her with a smirk on his face. she tried to scramble away from him on the floor still, dazed as she looked up at him fearfully.

 

Doflamingo took a step closer, closing the distance between them. He looked down at her with a mix of amusement and annoyance on his face.

 

"You're a slippery little thing, aren't you?"

He said, his voice low and husky as he watched her try to scramble away from him.

 

He reaches down and grabs (Y/N) by the arm, pulling her up to her feet.

He holds onto her tightly, not allowing her to escape again.

 

"I think it's time we have a little chat, don't you?" He said, his grip on her arm tightening as he drags her closer to him.

 

(Y/N) yelped and tried to pull her arm from his grasp, fighting him viciously. Doflamingo lifted her up by her arm, holding her at a height where she was level with his face. He looked at her with a mixture of emotions, a sly grin spreading across his face as he saw the fear in her eyes.

 

"You really don't know when to quit, do you? I have to admire your determination, even if it's driving me crazy." He said, his grip on her arm tightening as he holds her in place.

 

Doflamingo pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist completely, He held her firmly against him. She felt small and helpless in his embrace, completely dwarfed by his massive size.

 

He looked down, a possessive glint in his eyes as he held her tightly against him. His other hand moves to rest on her hip, his fingers digging into her skin as he kept her in place.

 

"You're mine now. You're not going anywhere." He growls, his voice low and dominant.

 

He grabs her upper thigh from underneath, digging his fingers into her flesh as he wraps her leg around his waist, and repeating the process with the other leg. He brings one hand to rest on her ass from underneath and the other hand on her back, pressing her into his torso further.

 

He lets out a low growl, his breath hot against her ear as he held her in a way that was both possessive and dominant. He seemed to be enjoying having her so close to him, relishing in the fact that he had complete control over you now.

 

"Much better. I like having you this close."

 

"Put me down!" (Y/N) screams.  demandingly, bucking her hips into his stomach, trying to throw him off balance.

 

Doflamingo stumbled slightly as she bucked her hips into him, but he quickly regained his balance and composure. He let out a growl of frustration, his patience wearing thin.

 

"I said, no!" He said through clenched teeth. 

 

He squeezed her tightly, knocking the breath out of her lungs. She whimpered and gasped, digging her heels into his lower back. She continued to groan and thrash against him in a poor attempt to free herself.  

 

She then looked up at him briefly, a crazed fire burning in her eyes as she threw her head back as far as she could before slamming her head into the center of his chest. 

 

Doflamingo's eyes snap open as she suddenly headbutted him. A sharp gasp escaped his lips. He lets out a low grunt of pain, his grip on her loosening slightly as he stumbles backwards a few steps.

 

"Ow! Damn it, woman!" He exclaimed, looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. 

 

(Y/N) took advantage of his state of surprise and wriggled herself free from his grasp. Hitting the floor with a hard thud once more. She pulled herself up onto her hands and knees as she peered up at him through a curtain of messy hair. He made her feel like a wild animal caught in a bear trap. She felt like she’d have to gnaw off one of her limbs if she wanted to get away from this monster.

 

He takes a step closer, his eyes roaming over her body as he towers over her. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of (Y/N)’s hair, yanking her head back so that she was forced to look up at him.

 

"There you are, little one. You look so cute on your knees like that." He says, his voice dripping with condescension.

 

He squatted down on her level, still gripping her hair as she groaned and growled, writhing in his grasp. She wanted to attack him, to rip out his throat. So she did. 

 

(Y/N) lunged forwards, sinking her teeth into his jugular. Doflamingo was caught off guard by her sudden attack, his eyes widening in surprise as she latched onto the center of his throat. He was too late to react as her teeth sunk into his skin, causing him to gasp in pain.

 

"Agh, damn it!" He growls, his grip on her hair loosening slightly as he grits his teeth. 

 

He instinctively tilts his head back, giving her better access to his neck as he tries to regain control of the situation.

 

She began to pull, shaking her head like a dog until she began to feel the metallic taste of his blood pooling into her mouth. Doflamingo lets out a pained gasp grabbing her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin as he tries to pull her off of him.

 

"S-stop! You're gonna... tear my damn throat out!" He said through gritted teeth, his voice strained and rough. 

 

Despite the pain, there was a hint of pleasure in his eyes, a twisted excitement at the way she was dominating him. Doflamingo gritted his teeth harder, his body tensing up as he struggled to control the pain and pleasure coursing through him. He could feel her teeth digging deeper into his flesh, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

 

He clearly wasn’t trying very hard to pry her from his throat. He easily could stop her. He hadn’t even used his strings on her once. Doflamingo was enjoying himself. 

 

The abnormal amount of muscle in his neck was the only thing keeping her from completely ripping his throat out. Blood and saliva began to leak from her mouth and down her chin as well as down his neck as she bit down even harder, growling and tugging at his throat with her teeth.

 

Doflamingo's eyes widen as he feels the mixture of their fluids dripping down his neck. The sight of her completely feral and wild sent a wave of arousal through him. He let out another moan, his body shuddering as she tugged at his throat with her teeth.

 

"Ah…. f-fuck..." He whined, his voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure.

 

 He had completely lost control, he was submitting to her dominance, allowing her to continue biting and marking him.

 

(Y/N) bites even harder, her teeth ache against his muscled neck. The taste of his blood was beginning to make her sick, the feeling of it involuntarily running down the back of her throat made her eyes water as she fought back a gag.

 

Doflamingo couldn’t help but erupt into a booming laughter as he noticed her teeth weakened against his neck. He could hear her gag, and it only made him twitch beneath the fabric of his pants. As he sits on his knees before her, clearly getting too cocky for his own good. Before he can even think she quickly unlatched from his neck, spitting a mouthful of his own blood into his face. Splattering the mixture of blood and saliva all over his sunglasses and face, coating him.  

 

(Y/N) took advantage of his shocked state and swung on him, striking him on the right side of his face with a closed fist, causing him to fall backwards, clearly unprepared. 

Doflamingo is completely taken aback by her sudden counterattack, the punch to his face catching him off guard and sending him sprawling onto the ground. He landed on his back, blood and spit dripped down his face as he looked up at her with a mix of surprise and admiration.

 

"You little... bitch..." He said, a smirk spreading across his lips as he wiped the blood from his face. 

 

Despite the fact that she just hit him, he can't help but feel impressed by her strength and cunning. As he remained on his back, (Y/N) scrambled to her feet, backing away quickly, ramming into the overturned desk. She winced slightly as she looked back over her shoulder at the desk and then back over in the direction of the open door and then back at him. 

 

(Y/N) made the decision quickly. She was going to make a break for it while he was still down. Doflamingo watched as she scooted away, a mixture of amusement and frustration on his face. 

 

He tried to get up, but the combination of her bite and punch left him momentarily disoriented.

 

"Hey, get back here!" He yelled, pushing himself up onto his elbows and trying to catch his breath.

 

 He looked up just in time to see her running towards the door, his eyes widening in realization. Doflamingo cursed under his breath as he realized he was losing control of the situation. He raised his hand and summoned his strings, the familiar white strands appearing around him.

 

"I'm not letting you get away that easily."

He said, his voice cold and determined. 

 

He flicked his wrist, and the strings shot towards her, wrapping around her body like a cocoon and stopping her in her tracks.

 

(Y/N) cried out as his threads tightly bound her, leaving her immobile. She closed her eyes and braced for impact as her stiff body hit the floor, her upper half was out in the hall and her lower was still in the room with him. She opened her eyes and looked down the hall, mourning her freedom.

 

Doflamingo grinned as he saw her on the floor, completely immobilized by his strings. He slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off as he walked over to her.

 

"Looks like you're mine now, princess."

He said, looking down at her with a mix of triumph and desire in his eyes. 

 

He crouched down next to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her face.

(Y/N) tried to flinch away.

 

He shook his head in mock disappointment as she jerked away, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. He grabbed her jaw roughly, yanking her to face him. With his free hand he began to gently wipe the blood from around her mouth with his thumb. 

 

"You look beautiful like this, all covered in my blood..." He murmured, his voice low and seductive.

 

The blood leaked from her lips and down her chin and throat. The red blood contrasted greatly against her sickly, anxious, skin. Her veins protruding prominently along her neck and chest as well as her wrists.

 

"You have no idea what you do to me, princess..." He whispered, his fingers traced the veins on her neck before gently wrapping around her throat.

 

(Y/N) gagged as he pressed his massive palm to her throat as she swallowed. Her heavy eyes begin to water. She stared up at him, noticing the blood that stained his face and neck, as well as the bite mark on his neck. 

 

Doflamingo noticed her gaze on his neck, and he grinned, a cocky look on his face.

 

"Looks like I'm going to have a mark from you for a while." He said, his fingers gently squeezed her throat, just enough to remind her of his strength.

 

"And you know what? I like it."

Chapter 24

Notes:

Thank You for all of the comments recently, I appreciate the support! Again, lmk if I need to correct or rewrite anything. Or if you have any suggestions, they are welcome as well. <3

(Y/N)’s vision was becoming blurred, her body numb. The two of them were silent as Doflamingo walked, carrying her like a sack over his shoulder. She remained bound by his strings. She was stiff, yet limp in his grasp. He felt no need to hold her tightly. She seemingly had lost her will. 

 

No one is coming for me

 

Her mind was melded together with a mixture of self-loathing and defeat. She felt stupid, worthless. How could she ever think she could win against him? She fought him and lost what little trust she had gained from him. Now she’d surely be punished for her violent outburst. 

 

With each thud of his steps, (Y/N)’s mind slipped farther and farther away. Her body grew heavier the closer they got to his office. 

 

Why me? Why take me? 

 

(Y/N) was no longer present. She was stuck in a loop of her own self-hatred. 

 

Even if the crew finds me, they’ll never beat him. 

 

They don’t care. 

 

They don’t want me. 

 

Why would they?

 

Why would he?

 

Maybe I should just be lucky someone wants me.

 

Her glossy, half-lidded eyes stared into his sweat soaked back. The salty smell of sweat and the sea clung to his skin as well as the musky scent of his cologne. Her arms were tightly tied to her sides, her legs bound together and slung over his shoulder. She felt nothing, almost as if her mind had completely left her body. Or maybe her mind had become her body, she wasn’t really sure. 

 

The sound and feeling of Doflamingo kicking open the door shook her from her dissociated state, making her jump and begin to wriggle and writhe against his strings once more. It seemed that the direness of her situation seemed to sink in yet again. Doflamingo only smirked, holding her tighter as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut with the same force he opened it with. He tossed her roughly onto the couch, landing on her back. 

 

She flopped harshly onto the couch with a yelp, bouncing off into the floor, landing flat on her face, groaning in irritation more than pain. Doflamingo didn’t offer a hand, didn’t release his strings so she could help herself. No. He only mocked her. Standing with one leg on each side of her as he heartily laughed down at her.

 

(Y/N)’s arms and legs were bound to her sides, restricting her movements. Her face, neck, and shirt were soaked in a mixture of her blood as well as his. Her hair was a ratty mess, strung in every direction, covering half of her face. She looked like a wild animal glaring up at him from the floor. And for some reason it only made him like her more.

 

“Feral little thing, aren’t you?” He laughed out, cocking his head to the side, both hands on his hips. 

 

He then crouched down over top of her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her bloodied neck to him. 

 

“You know that cat didn’t even give me as much trouble as you did.” He shook his head, chuckling still. 

 

“To think you put up more of a fight than a wild animal.” He sounded as though it were ridiculous, as if her life and freedom weren’t on the line. 

 

“I hate you…” She barely panted out, her voice raspy and dry.

 

His expression slowly shifted to one that was unreadable. Although it was evident he didn’t appreciate her comment. 

 

“You won’t, don’t worry.” He gently released her hair, moving his hand down the side of her face to grip her chin instead. 

 

The room was silent for a moment. Uncomfortably so. The only sound was the ringing in her ears and the soft sound of his thumb rubbing against her bloodstained chin. Leaning down to her ear, he finally broke the eerie quiet of the room.

 

“I think you and I need to have a serious chat later.” Doflamingo whispered softly into the shell of her ear. 

 

It wasn’t a warning this time. Just a statement. He didn’t seem upset. More amused than anything. It was as if this was just a fun game of tag to him. Like she was nothing but a toy that the batteries had run out of. He’d simply let her charge back up before playing with her again. 

 

“Come.” Was all that he said as he scooped her from the floor, never releasing her from his strings. 

 

Doflamingo carried her over his shoulder once more before exiting the office. He just needed a place for her to calm down for a moment. To get her behavior under wraps. 

 

“The both of us need a nice bath, don’t you think pajarito?” He spoke to her so casually, almost as if they had been friends for years. 

 

“I think you should go fuck yourself!” She spat, grumbling into his backside.

 

Of course he laughed in return, just like he did at every other retort of hers. Nothing ever seemed to hit him hard enough. But that's okay. She’d figure out how to weaken him sooner or later. 

 

Doflamingo and (Y/N) soon reached his personal quarters. He took her into the bathroom before locking the door behind him. 

 

“Now, I’m going to put you down. Can you behave, little one?” He spoke to her like she was a child. 

 

“Eat shit.” She grumbled in return. 

Chuckling, he set her stiff form on her face on the cool marbled floor. With a swift flick of his fingers, she felt the confines of his invisible ropes disappear immediately. (Y/N) huffed in relief, stretching her lungs back out to full capacity before standing and stretching her rigid limbs. 

 

Doflamingo carefully watched her with a mischievous grin on his face as usual. She glared back up at him, her eyes heavy and squinted, jaw tight. Her hair was wild and matted with blood as it covered half of her face. She wasn’t even standing at full height. She looked like some bloodthirsty beast hunched over before him. Her feet were filthy and bare, the polish chipping from her nails. 

 

Even like this he found her to be alluring in an untamed, animalistic kind of way. It was hot. He couldn’t help but run a finger along the bruise forming on his crimson neck, wincing as he made contact with the sensitive area. It sent a primal chill through him. 

 

“Strip.” He demanded, breaking their stare-off. 

 

“Excuse me?” She said incredulously, scrunching her face up in disgust. 

 

“Strip.” He repeated calmly.

 

“You fucking wish.” She retorted rather offendedly, taking a step back and looking him up and down as if he were insane.

 

He chortled, shaking his head. 

 

“I do wish, and I always get what I wish for. Now do as you’re told. You’ve been enough trouble for me today as is.” He said, his voice becoming sterner the longer he talked.

 

“I will not.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. 

 

“Fine.” 

 

Doflamingo turned his back on her, making his way to the tub. She watched him carefully. Wondering what he really meant by ‘fine’. 

Would he force her to undress? Not allow her to bathe? Or perhaps would he just toss her into the tub as is?

 

Her mind began to wander far from her body again. The edges of her vision blurred as she stared absentmindedly at the white marble floor. The sound of running water only lulled her further into her own thoughts. This time was different. She couldn’t undress. Not here. Not in front of him. 

 

What was the plan when he turned around? He would certainly expect something. Right? Her mind went completely blank for what seemed like an eternity but was only minutes. She was so deep that the sound of water turning off didn’t clear the fog from her eyes. 

 

“You alright there, doll?” Doflamingo cooed in a mock concern.

 

But that did.

 

She blinked her eyes a few times to refocus them, glancing back up at him. She didn’t answer. Just stared back at him blankly, eyes glossy. 

 

“Be a good little bird and get in the tub.” He demanded in a sickeningly sweet tone. 

 

She didn’t move. 

 

Doflamingo threw his hands up in feign defeat, sighing dramatically. 

 

“Fine. I won’t look, better?” He said as he walked towards the door, back turned to her yet he didn’t leave the room. 

 

It was better than nothing and she knew he wouldn’t leave. Not until he got what he wanted. She didn’t want him to get even the slightest glance at her bruised, nude form.  She undressed quickly, letting her clothes hit the floor before stepping into the tub. 

 

She fully submerged herself without a second thought. She kept her head under the water until it was dyed with their blood. Once she emerged, she was met with the naked body of Doflamingo. She didn’t even have a second to process it before he sunk into the tub on the opposite side from her. 

 

“Hey—! What the fuck!?” She bemoaned. 

 

“What? I need a bath too. You made quite the mess of us both.” His tone was cocky as he placed both arms on the sides of the tub. 

 

He outstretched his legs, moaning in relaxation as he got comfortable underneath the bubbles. Her body was out of his view under the stained water. His was not. The only thing covered was his junk, everything else was on full display. 

 

His tanned skin, bulging muscles. That stupid smirk all over his bloodied handsome face. And those goddamn sunglasses. They were still stained with smeared blood where he mediocrely wiped them off after she spit in his face. 

 

“You ever gonna take those off?” She asked before she could stop herself. 

 

She wasn’t sure why she asked. She almost regretted it until his smirk grew rather than disappeared. He leaned forwards slowly until she could feel his breath and smell metallic. 

 

“You wanna know what’s behind these?” He let his finger graze the edges. 

 

(Y/N) nodded slowly. 

 

He chuckled under his breath, low and hot. 

 

“Well, maybe someday I’ll let you have a look. But not tonight. Not yet. You haven’t exactly earned it yet.” 

 

She nodded reluctantly in response. Doflamingo leaned back, seemingly satisfied. 

 

The two of them remained in the tub for what seemed like forever. She didn’t dare move; afraid he might see something he shouldn’t. 

 

Doflamingo on the other hand had no problem dunking himself under the water and washing himself clean. 

 

“Come here love.” He beckoned her with his fingers, a rag in one of his hands. 

 

She hesitated before scooting closer, wrapping both arms tightly around her chest as she moved. Doflamingo began to gently scrub the blood from her face and neck. He made sure to go slow and take his time. The rag lingered on her collarbone, his fingers purposefully brushing against her skin. 

 

It sent a visible chill through her body, making him chuckle but he didn't comment. Once he felt she was clean enough—

 

“There. All clean. Isn’t that better?” He spoke to her like she was a child again. 

 

She certainly felt like a child. How he bathed her, fed her, dressed her. Hell, he even brushed her hair and did her makeup. He’d probably wipe her ass if she’d allow it. He disgusted her to no end. Yet she knew he was an attractive, charming man. However, she wasn’t going to let it get to her. Not like it had for his entire kingdom. 

 

The kingdom seemed to be utterly captivated by his beauty and charisma. The women at the docks seemed to swoon at his figure and smile. For some reason it made her blood boil.

 

How could they be so stupid? 

 

How could they not see through him?

 

She couldn’t help but wonder if he had given any of those women the same type of attention he had given her. The thought made something dark brew in her belly as she scowled at him inside the tub. 

 

Doflamingo stood from the tub. Flexing as the water cascaded down his naked, toned body. He was putting on a show. But then again, when was he not?

 

She scoffed and turned her head to the side in disgust, rolling her eyes as she dramatically scrunched up her face. He loved to watch her squirm. He wanted her to give in and look. To admire him the way he did her. He wanted her to be attracted to him, to want him. 

 

As Doflamingo began to dress, he found himself lost in thought. 

 

Why won’t she look at me? I know I look good. I’ve worked hard to look this good. It’d be nice for her to appreciate it. 

 

I’m on display for her, why won’t she look at me? Am I unattractive? 

 

He looked at himself in the mirror. Flexing his abs and biceps before picking at himself mentally. 

 

Do these glasses look stupid? 

 

Maybe I really am too old…

 

Doflamingo moved closer to the mirror, taking advantage of her not looking, he let his insecurities slip. He couldn’t help but trace the lines on his face. The ones on his cheeks from smiling, as well as the ones on his forehead from scowling.  He didn’t look old. Not until you took a good look at his face. Then he truly did look thirty-nine. 

 

Thirty-nine wasn’t old. It never was. Not until she got here. Her youth drained him. Consumed him. She made him feel old yet young. He loved the way she made him feel and yet he loathed it. Loathed the control she had over him. He felt like his entire mood depended on her now. 

 

Why won’t she look at me? Doflamingo scowled at his reflection. I know I look good. I’ve worked hard to look this good. She should appreciate it.

 

“Come here.” Doflamingo pulled a towel out of the closet, holding it out to her as if he wanted to be the one to wrap her up. 

 

“I’ve got it myself, thanks.” (Y/N) snatched the towel from his hands.

 

She ushered for him to turn around with her hand. He complied, not in the mood to argue anymore now that he’d soured over his own appearance and age. 

 

In bed that night, (Y/N) was wrapped up in Doflamingo’s arms. Just like she had been every other night prior. This time was different however. That cat laid cradled in her arms. 

 

“What should we name her?” She whispered to him in the dark. 

 

He hummed thoughtfully in reply, reaching a hand around to stroke the black feline's fur while it purred in its new mothers' arms. 

 

“What about…” Doflamingo trailed off, thinking. “Raven?” He suggested. 

 

“Nah, too generic for a black cat.” She replied, the two of them stroking the cat lovingly as she purred. 

 

“Let’s name her… Banshee.” 

 

Doflamingo scrunched his nose up. 

 

“Banshee?” He asked unsure.

 

“Yeah, you don’t like it?” She asked. 

 

“No, no. It’s fine. Just different, that’s all.” He reassured her. 

 

He wasn’t exactly fond of the name, but for her, he’d agree to anything. 

 

“Oh, I know!” She said excitedly. 

 

“Karma.” 

Notes:

Sorry this chapter is shorter and not as exciting as the last two. I will be updating again later tonight to make up for it. Also, lmk if I should change the cat's name.

Chapter 25

 

       The heat the next day was unbearable. So hot that Doflamingo had discarded his feathered coat. Instead today he was dressed like he was going on vacation. It was rather humid and muggy for September. It felt like August heat. Dressrosa had always been a warm, beautiful island that shone in the sun. Now its once lively streets were damn near empty due to the sweltering summer heat. 

 

(Y/N) was being “punished” for her bad behavior the night prior. Doflamingo had instructed her to stay in the room and that she wasn’t going to be eating breakfast that morning. This was by far the best outcome for her to receive. She expected more from him. Not some petty grounding. 

Doflamingo sat at the dining room table, his throat bandaged from her attack. The first one to comment on his neck was of course Trebol.

 

“Young Master!” Trebol’s nasally voice called out to Doflamingo, his tone laced with worry as he ran towards his superior.  “What happened to ya? Your neck!” He exclaimed, pointing a shocked finger to his wounded throat. 

 

Doflamingo brushed him off as he stabbed at the food on his plate emotionlessly. 

 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He replied, sipping his coffee.

 

It was that girl, wasn’t it?” Trebol inquired. “Oh I knew she was up to no good. Did ya do her in? Diiiid ya kill ‘er? Hehh—!”

He said without attempting to cover up his excitement as he scanned the room for her presence. 

 

“Enough!” Doflamingo slammed his fork down angrily, shooting Trebol a warning glare. 

 

Trebol froze, his mouth ajar like he was going to slander her further. Doflamingos’s jaw was tight and his fists clenched on the tabletop. Trebol stared at his own terrified reflection in his masters lenses

 

“I’m sorry Young Master, I just,  I was just—” Trebol sputtered before getting cut off. 

 

“Enough,” Doflamingo repeated, not looking at him this time, returning his attention back to his food. 

 

The rest of the family knew better than to intervene. They didn’t even acknowledge it. They just continued to eat. 

 

“There’s no need for concern, Trebol. I’ve taken care of it. And no, she isn’t dead.” 

 

Doflamingo stood from the table, fanning himself with his opened button up. 

 

“I’ll be spending the day by the pool if any of you need me.” 

 

And with that he left.

 

(Y/N) remained locked away in the confines of his personal quarters. Her stomach growled and she was bored but it was far better than any other punishment she’d ever had before. It was like he only took away her food to just prove that he could. She wasn’t so sure that he’d be so lenient next time. 

 

The sound of his footsteps outside the room broke her from her thoughts as he jingled and jammed the key into the lock, clicking it open. He stepped inside, smirking cockily as he usually did. 

 

“You behaving, little one?” He began to mock her.

 

Karma mewed  at him from the bed before hoping down and making her way over to him.

 

She squalled at his feet, rubbing against his legs, begging to be picked up. Doflamingo smiled down at the cat, rolling his eyes as he huffed teasingly. 

 

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He said as he nuzzled into the cat's jet black fur. 

 

(Y/N) watched the interaction closely. Making sure he didn’t try to use the feline against her in some way. She only knew Karma for a couple of days now but she’d certainly die for her. 

 

“Seems like you like her more than me.” (Y/N) said dryly as she observed. 

 

Doflamingo chuckled , setting the cat down on the floor as he made his way to her. He stopped directly in front of her, squatting down on (Y/N)’s level. 

 

“Well that’s not true. Although, she is much kinder to me than you. Maybe I should pamper her instead, hmm?” He teased tenderly. 

 

He stroked her cheek with his thumb lovingly for a moment before standing back up again. 

 

“I’ve decided to no longer punish you.” He said matter-of-factly. 

 

“Oh? I’m being punished?” She retorted. 

 

His smirk grew wider but he didn’t acknowledge it verbally. 

 

“I’ve got plans for us today pajarito. It’s rather hot isn’t it? Let’s go to the pool.” He said almost sounding excited. 

 

And he was excited. He couldn’t wait to see her prancing around his pool in the hot summer sun in one of the tiny little bikinis he had chosen specifically for her. 

 

He licked his lips in anticipation, letting his mind continue to wander. 

 

“You have a pool?” She asked. 

 

“Well obviously, why else would we have picked you out so many bathing suits.” He placed her chin in his hand, stroking it. 

 

She didn’t say anything. Just glared like usual. 

Doflamingo let go, still smiling. 

 

“Go pick one out, my love.” He ushered her towards the dresser. 

 

(Y/N) made her way to the dresser, grimacing at the memory of their shopping trip. She remembered the bikinis he had chosen for her. All of them were skimpy and covered nothing. Nothing she’d wear on her own usually. However, there was one that did catch her eye. One that she knew he’d love. Maybe a little too much even. 

It was a two-piece, triangle-style bikini with a leopard-print pattern and solid black trim. The top had adjustable string ties at the neck and back, and each triangle cup had slightly ruffled edges, giving it a more playful look. The bottom featured the same leopard-print fabric, with matching black strings at the sides. 

It was definitely the sexiest thing she’d ever put on. The way the strings dug into the pudgy, pale flesh of her thighs. How her breast seemed to just barely hang onto the thin cups.

She knew exactly what game she was playing by putting this on. It wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. She eyed her appearance apprehensively in the mirror. Even checking out the stretch marks on her own ass before adjusting and exiting the bathroom.

Doflamingo’s reaction was almost immediate when she revealed herself to him. He was standing in the center of the room, Karma in his arms. Even with his sunglasses on she could tell his eyes widened in surprise and arousal. 

He gently sat the cat on the bed before making his way to her. His face was unreadable now as he began to circle like a vulture. 

“Well, well, well,  look at you. Aren’t you divine?“ His voice was low and husky as he spoke. 

“It barely even fits.” He snapped one of the strings against her skin. “Better hope you don’t lose it.” He teased. 

Doflamingo watched her the whole walk to the pool. He made sure to follow closely behind her. Watching the jiggle of her assets as she moved, adjusting himself discreetly as he walked. 

Doflamingo was always a jealous man. Yet he didn’t mind showing off what was his. He certainly loved to boast. He never had been possessive over a woman before. So when one of the gardeners stopped trimming the bushes to get a good look as she passed, he almost came unglued. 

That was until he remembered the disgust on her face when he screamed in that poor servant's face days ago. So he kept his cool. Shooting the man a warning look as he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to bleed. 

He wanted her all to himself, no one was to even look in her direction. He didn’t realize how much he didn’t want anyone to see her like this until now. It made him fully regret buying that for her. Although she looked gorgeous in the bikini, he couldn’t stand for anyone else to see her in it but him. 

Once at the pool there were already a couple members of the family present. Baby 5, Buffalo, and another couple of members I had yet to meet. Two women. Both were equally as beautiful but one of them had wings for arms  and greenish yellow hair. The other was darker complected and had wavy dark hair, bordering on black. 

The four of them were lounging by the edge of the water, splashing one another and chatting playfully. They all stopped and stared as they entered the vicinity.

Doflamingo didn’t even bother interacting with them. Didn’t introduce her, didn’t say hello. He just went underneath his canopy and got himself comfortably laid out on his lounge chair. He snapped, ushering for (Y/N) to sit on the one beside him. 

She laid down next to him, sprawling out into the chair. The bright morning sun reflected off of the ripples in the water. The smell of chlorine filled her brain with a nostalgic sense of longing. 

She couldn’t help but watch the pirates play in the pool from the cool shade. Doflamingo snapped his fingers once more. Not at her this time but at a servant nearby. He ordered them drinks and sent him off with a wave of the hand rudely. 

Doflamingo then leaned back in his chair, turning his head to face her completely so that he could stare at her head on. He didn’t care if his staring made her uncomfortable, which it most certainly did. She was never one to like attention. Especially not to the extent that he did. Even through his lenses she could feel his eyes burning through her skin, undressing the clad bikini from her body with his eyes. 

As the servant returned a few minutes later with some fruity looking drinks, the three women emerged from the pool as well as Buffalo. They made their way over to the canopy where they sat. All of their eyes were on her. Their clear intent was to get a better look at the Young Master’s new pet. 

Buffalo and the unknown darker haired woman hung back a little bit but the woman with wings, as well as Baby 5 walked right up to them as if they were invited. 

“Ah, Monet. I was wondering when you’d return. I assume everything went well?” Doflamingo said, handing (Y/N) a glass that matched his. 

Monet nodded, never taking her eyes off of (Y/N). 

“Yes, Young Master.” She answered, sounding rather distracted. 

“Who’s your friend?” Monet asked, taking a seat at the end of (Y/N)’s lounge chair. 

Baby 5 followed suit. 

“This is (Y/N).” Baby answered for Doflamingo, sounding rather excited. 

(Y/N) gave an awkward tight lipped smile, nodding her head in Monet’s direction. 

Doflamingo just sat back happily sipping at his Piña Colada as the women ogled at his new… Well he wasn’t exactly sure what she was to him yet. She wasn’t a lover. She wouldn’t have him. Pet? Toy? Captive? Prisoner? None of those titles sounded fitting for her. 

“I’m Monet, nice to meet you.” She nodded, smiling softly at (Y/N). 

(Y/N) didn’t reply this time either, still giving her an awkward smile in return. 

“Doesn’t talk much does she?” Monet asked Doflamingo jokingly. 

He chuckled in return, placing his empty glass on the end table that separated the two lounge chairs. 

“No, but she bites. Be careful.” He said playfully, gesturing to the bandages on his throat. 

(Y/N)’s face shifted, looking rather uncomfortable now as she looked away sheepishly. Of course he had to bring that up. 

The two women looked at one another in surprise, then back at Buffalo and the other unknown woman. 

“Viola, come introduce yourself.” Doflamingo called out to the darker haired woman. 

Viola looked unsure but stepped forwards and introduced herself, bowing. 

“My name is Viola, It’s nice to meet you.” She said politely. 

“Do you wanna come swim with us?” Baby 5 asked eagerly. 

(Y/N) did want to go swim. The cool blue water rippling at the stone sides of the pool was ever so tempting in the blazing sun. Sweat lingered at the nape of her neck and hairline. She looked up at Doflamingo for approval, feeling like a child asking her mother for permission to play with the other kids. 

“Well go on then, make friends.” Doflamingo waved her off casually as he beckoned the servant for another drink. 

The others gleefully hopped back in the pool, wading around at waist level. Before she could join the others, Doflamingo reached out, grabbing her wrist. She snapped around, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Behave.” 

He released her arm with a sly smirk painted on his face as he watched her figure retreat to the poolside with her newfound friends. If she could even call them that. 

Doflamingo didn’t get in the water at all. He just lingered under the canopy, getting shitfaced in the afternoon sun. (Y/N) had thoroughly enjoyed herself that afternoon. She shared drinks and stories with the three women, laughing and splashing until the sun began to set. 

Doflamingo however, had no intentions of heading in for the night. Once Viola, Baby, Buffalo, and Monet bid her goodnight and went inside, he ushered her over, curling one of his long fingers. He watched her wet body saunter towards him. The soaked strings of her bathing suit were barely keeping her curves contained.  

He wanted her all to himself now that everyone was gone. Doflamingo reeked of rum. (Y/N) could smell him as she approached. She plopped down on the chair beside him. His eyes were glued to her breasts as they damn near popped from her top. She knew he was watching, that’s why she did it. 

She wasn’t going to allow him to control her anymore. She would be controlling him during her two year stay in Dressrosa. This would be her kingdom. Maybe it was all the drinks he pumped her full of but she was feeling rather confident in her plan. She was practically flaunting herself in front of him, as if she were daring him to take a bite.

His cheeks were warm from the rum and his limbs felt rather heavy. Even with the sun down, it was still so hot.  He wanted to take a dip too. He wiped the sweat from his brow, sitting up straight as he drained his final glass. 

“Didn’t realize you were such a good swimmer.” Doflamingo’s voice slurred out. 

“Didn’t realize you couldn’t swim.” She replied snarkily, swirling the contents of her cup.

He shook his head in laughter. 

“Of course not, I have a devil fruit.” He answered truthfully.

“Didn’t really think about that. I just think it’s weird that no one with a devil fruit can swim. Not just in the ocean but even in pools.” She rambled.

Doflamingo didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t hear her or because he didn’t care, but because he was too busy gawking. 

“(Y/N), I have to tell you something.” It was the first time he had ever called her by her name. Doflamingo’s guard was down,he was feeling rather vulnerable in that moment. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” She rolled her eyes, leaning back comfortably as she waited for him to speak.

He knew better than to do what he did next. But he couldn’t help it. He felt like he had to be honest with her. Like it was eating him alive from the inside out.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time.” He admitted.

She scoffed.

“Yeah, you kinda mentioned that.” 

Her mind lingered on the letter she found that was addressed to her but never sent. He of course didn’t know she knew.

“Yes but…” He hesitated. Fighting the urge to divulge into all of his secrets right then and there. “For months I’ve watched you. Longer than you know.”

(Y/N) straightened up. Was he the reason she was in this world? No. Obviously not. He doesn’t even know about that. Right? 

“Ever since you joined that damn crew, I’ve been watching. Ever since I saw that very first wanted poster of you in Alabasta.” The words fell from his mouth like vomit.

“I knew I wanted you then. From the very first moment I saw you.”

She remained silent and unreadable, allowing him to finish. What came out of his mouth next was something he never intended on sharing with anyone, especially her.

“I kept your wanted poster, you know? All of them actually.” Doflamingo bit his tongue, trying hard to not reveal anything else.

“Every article about your crew, every picture of you in the paper. All of it… I kept it all.”

The alcohol in his system was working like a truth serum. Meanwhile, (Y/N) just sat there blankly, staring at him as she processed his drunken secret. 

“I even have a scrapbook.” Doflamingo dropped his head into his hands, running a frustrated hand through his blond hair. 

He wasn’t acting like himself and it was starting to make her nervous. She was scared he’d lash out on her in a drunken rage if she didn’t react the way he wanted her to. And honestly, she wasn’t shocked. Hell, she was even a little flattered. No one had ever put this much effort into getting her attention. 

What the fuck is a matter with you!? STOP IT!

She mentally scolded herself as he continued to spill his guts. 

“I write about you.” He admitted longingly. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone like I want you.” 

She didn’t answer him and he didn’t say anything else. Just sat there looking regretful, hoping she didn’t turn him down yet again. 

“Well…” She started with a sigh. “I can honestly say that no man has ever done that before.” She shook her head, snorting to herself. 

Doflamingo perked up at the sound of her playful laughter. It wasn’t a mocking laughter. But one of genuine amusement and surprise. She smiled up at him, still shaking her head in disbelief. 

He smiled broadly, sitting up straight.

“Would you like to see it?” 

 

Chapter 26

A small set of wet footprints followed behind Doflamingo’s staggering form as he and (Y/N) stumbled back into the house and up to his personal office. Once inside Doflamingo carefully shut and locked the door behind him before making his way to his desk. (Y/N) slumped down in the chair adjacent from him as he rifled through the drawers, looking for said scrapbook. 

 

She wasn’t exactly sure if she wanted to see what was inside the book. He already told her what was inside, but she felt he wasn’t being one-hundred percent truthful about its contents. Doflamingo was also a nervous wreck. This feeling was foreign to him. He was never nervous, always confident in everything he did. But in his drunken stupor, he was beginning to regret even opening his mouth. He knew very well how jarring the contents of the book were. With shaky hands he pulled it from the bottom drawer of his desk. He walked around to the front of the desk, stooping down on her level as she sat in the oversized chair. 

 

“Here.” That was all he said as he held down the scrapbook. 

 

She examined the leatherbound book in her hands. It was worn from frequent use; the spine was splitting from how thick it was. Full of papers and… Fabric? (Y/N) pried open the scrapbook. Something fell out. Before Doflamingo could pick it up from the floor, she snatched it up, holding the fabric up in front of their faces. 

 

It was the pair of underwear that she had been wearing when she first got here. 

 

Doflamingo’s stomach dropped. He had completely forgotten he had shoved those in there. He remembered digging them from the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom after she had fallen asleep that night. It was sick and he knew it. That's why he did it. She was never meant to see it, she was never meant to even know. 

 

Her face went pale, twisted in horror and disgust. Her face was contorted and her lips slightly parted as she dangled the panties in front of their faces as if they didn’t belong to her.

 

“I, I—” He stuttered, red faced. 

 

He had never been so embarrassed. This was also an unfamiliar emotion for him, and he hated the way it brewed in his belly. How it made his face hot and body sweat. He wanted her to say something. To tell him how flattered she truly was and how no man other than him had ever been so devoted. Instead, she said this—

 

“Why the fuck, do you have these?” 

 

She finally looked at him. He felt like a little boy being scolded by his mother. Now she just looked irritated. No longer disgusted. He didn’t even have an answer. What would he say? What kind of answer did she expect? That he was wearing them? Smelling them? She didn’t even want to know what else he had done with them, but she no longer wanted them back. 

 

“You know what— I don’t wanna know.” She casually tossed them to the side as she cracked open the first page. 

 

Doflamingo was shocked at her laid-back attitude. Maybe she was so drunk she wouldn’t remember. God how he hoped he’d forget. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed as he watched her stare at her own wanted poster.

 

“Holy fuck this picture is ugly. Who the hell took this?” 

 

He was taken aback. 

 

“I-I’m sorry?” He blinked, bringing himself back to reality. 

 

How was she so calm about this? Most women would have been sick. Would have screamed and ran, called him a sick freak, a monster. But she didn’t. She seemed almost amused by it all. Occasionally she would chuckle at an article, but the laughing stopped once she reached the entries, he had personally written about her. 

 

She leaned into the book, squinting her eyes as she read.

"I've been watching you, little bird. Do you even know of me? No matter, you will soon enough. You don’t belong to anyone, not truly. No leash, no collar, just a wild, wandering thing pretending to be free. But even wild things can be tamed, can’t they? Even the smartest birds get put in cages."

"I wonder… will you fight? Or will you sing for me?"

"I’ll see you soon."

She didn’t give him a reaction. Just flipped to the next page and continued to read.

 

"I wonder if you realize what you are.

Not prey, not quite. You don’t run like prey should—you don’t tremble the way they do. You stare too boldly, speak too sharply. It’s amusing. It’s rare. But even rare things can break.

I’ve seen the cracks in you, little bird. The way your eyes go distant when you think no one is looking. The way your shoulders tense before you smile. Do they see it? Do they even care?

I do.

You don’t have to shatter. You don’t have to fight. You just have to listen.

You’ll understand soon enough. ”

She didn’t react, just hummed as she continued on. The next few pages were crude sketches of her body. Labeled as what he imagined she’d look like. And honestly, he was pretty spot on. It made her skin crawl, but she didn’t let it show, keeping her hands steady and her face blank. She finally shut the book. She didn’t need to see anymore. That was enough for now. 

She didn’t say anything to him at first just watching him as he leaned nervously against his desk, biting his bottom lip. She’d never seen him look so… Pathetic? No. That wasn’t the right word. Maybe, unguarded or exposed. Either way it was unsettling. He was the type of man to lash out like an injured animal. She didn’t want to push him even further. 

“Well,” Doflamingo broke the tension. “What do you think?” He began to chew on his nails nervously, something that she had never seen him do until now. 

(Y/N) had to answer this question carefully.

“I have to admit, no one has ever liked me enough to steal my underwear.”  She admitted, her tone was dry, but he could tell it was a poor attempt at humor. 

It let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He didn’t say anything. He slowly got on his knees before her. She raised a brow in confusion as he did so. Doflamingo softly placed his chin on her knees, staring up at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before. It looked genuine. Almost like… Love? 

No.

He couldn’t.

He wasn’t capable of loving anyone other than himself. Although she couldn’t see it, from behind his lenses he batted his eyes up at her, sighing in relief. 

“Thank you.” He said softer than he ever had before. 

“Thank you?” She repeated.

“For accepting me.”

She didn’t reply, just stared with her brows furrowed. 

“Please say something…” He whined.

The alcohol still pumped through his veins, altering his mind. He would never have acted this way otherwise. She was sure of it. 

“Uh, Well— I’m certainly flattered.” (Y/N) answered awkwardly, scratching the back of her head. 

He smiled softly at her, as he began to tenderly kiss her knee, making his way up to her thigh. She squirmed under his lips. 

“Okay, that’s enough.” She pulled her legs up into the chair underneath of her and away from him. 

Yet he stayed on his knees. Smiling.

“Sorry. You’re just so…” He trailed off but she could tell he was devouring her beneath his sunglasses. 

“You know, I’m getting pretty tired. Maybe we should go to bed.” She said as she handed the book back to him.

 

He hesitated but stood, taking the book before tossing it on top of his desk. He outstretched his hand for her to take. Of course she took it, not wanting to upset him after he essentially just poured his heart out to her. As they walked through the palace, her mind couldn’t stop repeating the words he had written. 

 

“I’ve seen the cracks in you little bird…”

 

The words echoed, curling around her like a noose.

 

Once they were snuggled up in bed together, Karma joined them, curling up on (Y/N)’s pillow, behind her head as she purred. 

 

“You know,” Doflamingo murmured in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. “I don’t even need that silly little book now that I’ve got the real thing right in front of me.” 

 

He placed a small kiss on the side of her neck before nuzzling his face in her hair. She could feel the frames of his glasses pressing into her neck as he did so. She kept quiet. Tonight wasn’t the night to fight him. Not after last time. 

For the first time since she’d been here, he fell asleep before her. She could already sense the shift in their dynamic and she wasn’t sure if she hated it or not. Hell, she was starting to like all of the attention. Even if she wouldn't admit it to herself or him.

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Chapter 27

September was coming to an end, but the unbearable summer heat had yet to cease. Days had passed since the scrapbook incident. Neither one of them had dared to bring it up.  Doflamingo had insisted that they spend another day at the pool. However, this time, he didn’t allow her to pick out her own bikini, he wanted to do it himself. Doflamingo wanted to make sure she was still sexy yet not tempting to the other men that hung around. Not like last time. 

 

(Y/N) strutted from the bathroom in another scantily clad bathing suit, but this one was a beautiful swirl of psychedelic colors. The strings crisscrossed in the front and back and it was adorned with a sheer skirt to cover the cheeky bottom that came along with it. It was bold and bright and looked fantastic on her curves. 

 

She just assumed he wanted to get her drunk and share more secrets. Probably hoped he could get her undressed this time. When the two of them entered the pool area, it was empty much to her dismay. She was seriously hoping to chat with the girls again. 

 

(Y/N) had never been fond of men, especially the ones around here. The boys on her crew were different of course. She longed for them. How the hell was she supposed to survive lounging by the pool for two years? 

 

It sounded ridiculous when she put it that way but it was truly unbearable at times. The way he licked his lips when he would walk behind her, how he would “accidentally” flash her when he changed. It all repulsed her.

 

It didn’t matter how beautifully charming he was. He was still a revolting creature with  whom she wanted nothing from. She couldn’t stand the way he gawked at her from under the canopy, watching her swim, sipping on his little fruity drinks with Karma purring in his lap. 

 

God, how she wished she ripped his throat out right then and there. If she looked close enough she could still see the fading yellow bruise that matched  the shape of her teeth. Her body was covered in bruises as well. Not because he hit her but because of how rough he was with her at all times. Always snatching her up roughly, carrying her around like a ragdoll. 

 

(Y/N) carried Karma around with more care than he did her. It didn’t matter how many times she squalled at him to stop it. That he was hurting her. He would say, ‘Sorry beautiful, I’m not used to having something so delicate in my possession.’ 

 

(Y/N) was floating around the pool on her back. Just enjoying the rays of the sun on her face. The chlorinated water lapped at her pale skin, relaxing her. Something, or more like someone, decided to ruin her tranquility by entering the pool. 

 

She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was. She sighed in irritation but didn’t acknowledge him. Doflamingo waded through the water towards her, a grin plastered on his face. 

 

His shadow loomed over her, blocking out the sun. She sighed again, lifting the sunglasses from her eyes. 

 

“Do you mind?” She sneered.

 

“Not one bit.” 

 

Before she could say anything else, he snatched her from the water, holding her chest to his, wrapping her thighs around his stomach. Doflamingo stood waist deep in the water as he held her. 

 

“HEY!” She squirmed and writhed in his grasp, trying to fling herself back into the pool. 

 

“Careful now, wouldn’t want anything to slip out.” He teased, pulling at one of the straps that held her top together. 

 

She swatted his hand away, making him laugh at her futile attempts to keep his paws off of her. All he ever did was grin like an idiot and laugh. He spun her around, sloshing the water around them. 

 

“Put me down!” She demanded, no longer wiggling in his arms. 

 

“Now why would I do that? I like having you like this.” 

 

He placed his chin on the top of her head, gently rocking her as if they were a loving couple. She huffed in displeasure but she finally stopped fighting, relaxing her arms, letting them fall to her sides. Doflamingo hummed in approval, clearly pleased with her compliance. 

 

“If you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?” His voice vibrated through his chest although his tone was soft.

 

(Y/N) scoffed, “A motherfuckin’ smoke.” 

 

Doflamingo chuckled, lifting chin from the top of her head as he placed a finger under her own, tilting her upwards to face him. 

 

“I didn’t take you for the smoking type, pajarito.” 

 

He didn’t seem all too surprised though, more amused than anything. 

 

“I suppose I could get you a pack of cig—”

 

She cut him off. 

 

“Oh no, I don't smoke cigarettes.” 

 

“Oh?” Doflamingo, raised a brow. “Cigars then?”

 

“God no,” She scoffed again. “I need a joint, or a blunt, hell, even a bong. Just something to make you a little more tolerable.”

 

Doflamingo’s booming laughter shook her as it sent ripples through the pool, making the water lap at the sides. 

 

“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” He smiled broadly down at her. “I could get you some, but only if you do something for me first.”

 

(Y/N) groaned in return, rolling her eyes as she threw her head back dramatically. 

 

“And what might that be?” She asked rather unenthusiastically. 

 

His grin turned sinister. The sun reflected off of the water and into his shades as she stared up at her own reflection in his lenses. 

 

“How about a kiss?” Doflamingo requested as he allowed his hands to drift from her waist to her hips, gripping her flesh. 

 

(Y/N) sneered up at him in repulsion. The expression didn’t last long however. It turned into one of reluctant compliance.

 

“Fine, but no tongue.” She pointed a finger up at him sternly. 

 

His grin somehow managed to get even bigger as she agreed.

 

“You have my word.” He removed one hand from her hip and placed it over his heart.

 

There was an awkward moment of silence between the two as he stared down at her looking rather cocky. Doflamingo moved the hand that was on her hip underneath her ass, gripping it tightly as he hoisted her up to meet his face. The other hand now rested on her lower back, his chest pressed against hers. (Y/N) gulped nervously as he moved in closer. Her own anxious reflection staring back at her as the tip of his nose brushed against hers. 

She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips now. Gently he pressed his much bigger mouth to hers, enveloping her in a tender kiss. (Y/N) slowly brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, letting her fingers make their way up, tangling themselves in his golden locks. She could taste the sweat that lingered above his upper lip as she moved her mouth against his. 

 

The kiss went on for what seemed like an eternity. She couldn’t seem to stop. The taste of him was starting to become intoxicating. (Y/N) had to make this good. She needed him to want her. To crave more. But she couldn’t give him what he wanted. 

 

She deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth as she sucked on his bottom lip, biting it as she did so. Doflamingo groaned in return, giving her ass a firm squeeze with one hand and let the other move up into her hair, grabbing a fistful. He surprisingly broke the kiss, pulling her back by her hair, exposing her neck to him. 

 

He then began to kiss her neck, starting underneath her ear and trailing down to her collarbone, nipping and biting the whole way down. Her eyes widened in realization. She couldn’t let him keep going. She had to stop this. 

 

“Wait.” (Y/N) panted out. “I said a kiss.” She reiterated. 

 

Doflamingo chuckled against her skin, sending a shiver through her core as he gave one last lick to the crook of her neck before retreating. She felt as though she had just made a grave mistake. Like she had given him too much. She feared that now that he’s had a taste, he’d do everything in his power to have all of her. 

 

Doflamingo licked his lips with a satisfied look on his face. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against hers.

 

“You taste absolutely divine, pajarito.” He whispered breathlessly against her lips. 

 

He went in to kiss her again but she jerked her head back just enough for him to not make contact. 

 

“I said one kiss.” She denied him. 

 

He looked rather irritated with her at that moment. Hell, it was beyond irritation. He looked like a man who had been starved of affection. Like he craved her touch. It was honestly frightening. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what he’d do. She just hoped he’d keep up his end of the deal. 

 

“So um— About that smoke..?” She poorly attempted to break the sexual tension between the two of them. 

 

Doflamingo pulled back looking annoyed but compliant. 

 

“Yes, I did say that I’d get you some, didn't I?” He sounded like his mind was elsewhere. 

 

He gently set her back down in the water before retreating to the poolside, lifting himself from the water. She stayed in the pool for a moment longer before following suit. The two of them made their way over to the lounge chairs where Karma sat, bathing in the sun as she napped. The two of them began to dry themselves off, (Y/N) cooing at the cat as she did so. 

 

Doflamingo licked his lips as he watched. It was almost like he was trying to savor the taste of her lips against his. Without a word he turned his back and started to make his way back into the house. Quickly, she snatched the cat and followed suit.

 

Once back inside, he led her to his office. She took a seat in the chair across from his desk, leaving a wet spot in the fabric from her bathing suit. Doflamingo began to rifle through his desk before pulling out a small glass jar filled with the herb she desired. He continued to dig through the drawer until he found what he was looking for. Some rolling papers and a golden lighter. 

 

With the items in his hand, he made his way back around towards the woman and her cat. Standing over her he spoke. 

 

“Let’s go get you out of these wet clothes and then we’ll smoke.” 

 

(Y/N) nodded. She was freezing and wet and now so was the cat. 

 

They both got changed into something comfortable to sleep in and got settled into the bed with the jar, papers, and a bottle of wine for them to share. 

 

Doflamingo leaned back against the headboard, legs spread and outstretched. (Y/N) sat cruises-crossed between his legs. The supplies separating them. They stared at one another expectantly. Waiting for the other to make a move. 

 

“You’re rolling.” He declared. 

 

“On what? I need a tray or something.” 

 

Doflamingo reached over to his nightstand, opening it up and pulling out a hardback book, handing it to her. 

 

“This should do.” 

 

She took the book and prepared to roll. As she rolled Doflamingo couldn’t help but notice the way her fingers meticulously folded the paper, licking it with the tongue he so wanted to taste. As she finished rolling she placed the joint between her lips. Before she could pick up the lighter, he snatched it from the mattress. 

 

“Allow me.” He said as he flicked it open. 

 

She shrugged and leaned forwards with the joint pressed tightly between her pouty lips. He flicked the lighter a couple of times before it finally lit. The flame danced against the joint, reflecting against her (S/C) skin and (E/C) eyes. 

 

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, taking the smoke into her lungs as the ember burned. 

 

“That’a girl.” Doflamingo praised her. 

 

She exhaled, blowing a cloud of smoke across the sheets before passing it to him. The joint almost looked like a toothpick between his massive fingers as he brought it to his own lips. With the smoke in his lungs he spoke—

 

“I want to know something.” 

 

He exhaled. 

 

“And what’s that?” She repiled. 

 

“Why do you keep so many secrets from me?” 

 

“What secrets?”

 

He passed the joint back to her. 

 

“You won’t tell me anything about yourself.” He complained, crossing his arms as he pretended to pout. 

 

“What do you want me to say? I have nothing to tell you that apparently you don’t already know.” She replied snarkily, referring to his scrapbook. 

 

He laughed heartily at that comment. 

 

“I only know what the government knows, and that’s hardly anything. I want to know everything about you.” 

 

He leaned in closer. 

 

“Like what?” She said raspily, lungs full of smoke. 

 

“Everything.” 

 

“There’s not much to tell.” She lied. 

 

“Oh come on, you can’t even tell me something simple like…” He paused thoughtfully. “Like your favorite color.” 

 

She rolled her eyes. 

 

“I’d say probably like (F/C) or maybe (F/C2).” She answered truthfully. 

 

Doflamingo seemed pleased. His smile grew even wider and his posture seemed to perk up at her compliance. 

 

“Good girl… Now what else do you like?”  

 

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” 

 

He tsked. 

 

”Fine. What about food?” 

 

She thought for a moment, passing it back to him. Each time they passed it to one another he made sure to brush his fingers against hers. 

 

“Stuff like (F/F, F/F2, or F/F3).” 

 

He nodded, humming in what seemed to be approval.

 

(Y/N) didn’t want to delve too deep into her own personal details but she knew he wouldn’t let up unless she changed the subject. 

 

“So why don’t you tell me about yourself then. I don’t know anything about you other than the fact that you’re a fucking freak.” She said unapologetically. 

 

He only laughed. He never took her insults to heart even when she full heartedly meant them. 

 

“You want to know about me, huh?” 

 

Doflamingo was always one to gloat. He loved to talk about himself and his achievements. All of the people he took down, the kingdoms he’d conquered. Yet he felt that wouldn’t woo her like it did other women. No, he’d have to pull something from deep down. Something he longed to forget. 

 

Doflamingo put out the joint before filling two glasses with wine, handing her one. 

 

“Which would you like to hear about first, how I killed my brother or how I killed my father?” 

He said with a malicious grin, swirling the wine in his glass. 

 

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, remaining silent for a moment, her lips slightly parted. He chuckled before continuing—

 

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll just start from the beginning.” 

 

He drained the glass. He then slammed it down on the nightstand as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

 

“I was born into the wealthy Donquixote family, as you already know.” He began. 

 

“We were a noble family, living in Mary Geoise. My brother, Rosinante, was born a couple years after I was. When I was eight, my father revoked our title as nobles. We were forced to move, and the people there hated us.”

 

(Y/N) sipped her wine, listening intently. Doflamingo’s tone had shifted completely. He seemed much darker now. There was no cocky grin placed upon his face. 

 

“They forced us out of our home, made us scavenge for food like animals.” He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists. 

 

“My father begged for help from the World Nobles and they denied us. Soon after my mother died after succumbing to the poor environment we were forced to live in.” 

 

Doflamingo paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He stared down into his lap as he continued to speak—

 

“I blamed my father for her death. I couldn’t forgive him. The townspeople eventually held us captive, beating my brother, father, and I. I swore I’d get my revenge on them, and eventually I did.” 

 

Doflamingo’s breathing grew louder, making (Y/N) tense as she sat between his legs. Yet he continued.

 

“I met Trebol soon after, he was the one who gave me my gift.” 

 

Doflamingo then flicked the fingers on his left hand, showing off the strings in his palm. 

 

“They were the only ones who truly knew what I was. A God” 

 

His devilish grin returned on his face as he stared down into her face. 

 

“When I was ten years old I made the decision to kill my father.”

 

(Y/N) gulped, still listening intently. 

 

“My brother of course begged me not to, but it was what was best for us both. All of our misfortune was his fault.” Doflamingo hissed.

 

“I returned to Mary Geoise with his head in hopes that they’d allow me my status as a world noble, but of course the Celestial Dragons deemed us a ‘family of traitors’.”

 

“While in Mary Geoise, I learned something that I used to blackmail them into giving me back the rights I lost. When I returned home, my brother had gone missing. He was gone for fourteen years before returning to me.” 

 

Doflamingo stopped talking for a moment to gauge (Y/N)’s reaction. She looked shocked to say the least. Yet she didn’t look judgmental just sitting there, wide eyed and gripping the glass in her hands, still nearly full. Doflamingo only chuckled at her reaction, shaking his head. 

 

“I think that’s enough stories for tonight mi amor.” He reached a hand out to her, brushing the back of it against her cheek. 

 

She didn’t say anything in return. 

 

He gently took the wine from her hand, setting it next to his empty glass before clearly the bed of their previous smoke session. She just sat there and watched silently. Once done he got situated in bed, pulling her next to him as he did every night. 

 

“I hope you don’t think of me differently now, pajarito.” He spoke, nuzzled into her neck. His voice vibrating through her. 

 

“No.” 

 

He smiled into her neck, snuggling in further. 

 

“I’ve always thought you were a monster.” 

 

Notes:

(Lmk if y’all are okay with the 🍃 or not. If not I won’t add it to the storyline anymore.)

Chapter 28

Notes:

(NSFW sorta)

It was October first. Doflamingo's fortieth birthday was in less than a month. It was time he began his planning.  It was going to be one of his biggest parties yet. He was celebrating the beginning of middle age. He’d show everyone that age was just a number and he was still just as young and wild as he’s always been. 

 

When (Y/N) awoke that morning the bed was empty and he was gone. In his place, was an outfit clearly picked for her. Nothing new. He always picked out her clothes. Only odd thing about it was the fact that he wasn’t here to see her in it. It came with a note, instructing her to get dressed and meet him in the dining room for breakfast. 

 

As she closed in on the doors to the dining room, she could hear him proudly discussing something. Although she couldn’t quite make it out, she assumed he was gloating about his fabulous fortieth like he had been the past couple of days. Of course she was right. As soon as she opened up the doors his booming voice echoed across the table— 

 

“Anybody who’s anybody will be there—“ He stopped abruptly as she entered the room. 

 

He beamed at her, ushering her towards the table. 

 

“Come sit, I was just discussing the details of my party.” He gestured to the various family members that sat at the elongated table. 

 

(Y/N) took her usual seat at his side, ignoring his cries for attention. She poured herself a cup of coffee and began to read the paper, as she did every morning since she’d been here. She was never one to read the paper before she fell into Doflamingo’s crutches. But everyday she hoped to see some sort of news about her crew. Nothing new since Luffy’s last message. 

 

Doflamingo continued to ramble to Trebol and Diamanté about caterers and such but she was too far gone in her own head to even be bothered with his antics this morning. Her mind raced with fantasies of Luffy finding out where she had ended up. How he’d cut the two years short and bring the crew back together so they could rescue her from his clutches.

 

“Are you listening, pajarito?” Doflamingo interrupted her daydream suddenly. 

 

(Y/N) jumped, blinking a few times to refocus her eyes. 

 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m listening.” She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. 

 

He let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’ in reply before continuing his yammering. She zoned out yet again, watching him flail his arms as he spoke excitedly. She sipped her coffee and poked at her eggs as she observed him. 

 

Something that had been lingering in the back of her mind for days was the kiss they shared in the pool. And didn’t want to of course. It was just for a joint. Anybody would’ve done it. 

 

Okay maybe not everyone. 

 

But hey, was it really that big of a deal? I mean she would be stuck here for quite some time. She’d need something to help ease the stress he put on her. He had been giving it to her whenever she asked. No kiss required. She was surprised to say the least. She expected some kind of bargain for each joint of his that she smoked. He rarely smoked with her. He just wanted to watch. 

 

Someone else who seemed to be watching her closely was Diamanté. Not because he found her suspicious, he thought she was useless honestly, but because of how Doflamingo was behaving. He could tell she wasn’t here of her own free will, nor was she manipulating him. He was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

 

As breakfast came to an end, Diamanté decided to pull Doflamingo to the side.

 

“Hey Doffy, hold on a second.” Diamanté called out, stopping him at the door as (Y/N) lagged behind him. 

 

“What is it, Diamanté, something about the party?” Doflamingo replied, his hand on the doorknob. 

 

Diamanté shook his head, ” No, but I need to discuss it alone with you.”

 

Doflamingo hesitated, looking back down at Kaitlyn before finally agreeing. 

 

“Fine. Meet me in my office.” 

He snatched (Y/N) by the hand before practically dragging her along with him. She had a hard time keeping up with his long strides as he pulled her. He brought her back up to the room they shared. He didn’t enter but shoved her inside. Not rough but he wanted her to know she was to stay put. 

 

“Stay put, little bird, I’ll be back shortly.” Doflamingo cooed, shutting the door behind him.

 

Dofamingo’s steps thundered down the hall as he left. He didn’t know exactly what Diamanté wanted but he had a pretty good feeling that he knew what it’d be about. He just hoped that Diamanté wasn’t turning on him like Trebol had  been. 

 

As he reached his office, Diamanté was already sitting across from his desk with a glass of scotch that he helped himself to. Doflamingo slumped down into his chair behind the desk, propping both feet up. 

 

“So, what was it you wanted to discuss, Diamanté?” He asked casually, as if he didn’t already know.

 

“I think you know, Doffy.” He replied, draining the glass. 

 

Doflamingo’s expression soured immediately before Diamanté continued. 

 

“I don’t think that girl is good for you, she’s too—” He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. “Distracting. I don’t trust her.” 

 

Doflamingo didn’t say anything. He just tapped his finger on the arm of his chair in irritation, staring an unreadable hole through Diamanté. 

 

“Uh, Doffy?” Diamanté stammered. 

 

Diamanté sat up straight as he did not receive an answer before backtracking, trying to correct his mistake. 

 

“W-what I mean is… She’s just a pirate, a pirate who clearly doesn’t want to be here And she already attacked you once—” Diamanté pointed up at the faint bite shaped bruise dead center of his neck. “She doesn’t really seem—” 

 

Doflamingo slammed a fist on the desk, retracting his legs from their position on top of the wood, leaning forwards. Diamanté jumped, freezing in fear afterwards.

 

“She doesn’t really seem what, Diamanté?” Doflamingo dared him to continue. 

 

Diamanté stuttered as he tried to correct his mistake. 

 

Doflamingo interrupted before he could redeem himself.

 

 “She doesn’t really seem to like me? Is that what you were going to say?” He said, digging his fingernails into the wood of the desk.

 

“No, no! Why wouldn’t she like you?” Diamanté waved both hands defensively. “I just meant that she doesn’t seem like she wants to be tied down.” 

 

Diamanté had realized his mistake a little too late. 

 

“I don’t care what she wants, or you, or Trebol!” He banged his fists again, this time standing, hunched over his desk in anger. “I want her and I have her and she’s not going anywhere.” He growled, leaning into Diamanté’s face. 

 

Diamanté’s eyes were wide and he was frozen in fear, gripping the empty glass in his hands as he stammered to apologize. Doflamingo however, didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t say a word as he walked out and around the desk. He just left the room, leaving Diamanté in his office, slamming the double doors shut behind him. 

 

As Doflamingo stomped angrily down the corridors and back to his bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel insecure in his decision to keep (Y/N). Maybe the other two were right. She was just a mere distraction, a passing fancy. Doflamingo physically tried to shake the thoughts from his head. 

 

It wasn’t true. She wasn’t weakening him. She was making him better. They just didn’t understand. Doflamingo knew they were meant to be together. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on her in that pile of rubble. His obsession wasn’t by coincidence, it was fate. They were meant to be one.

 

 

 

He finally reached his bedroom where his love waited for him, perched on the edge of the bed anxiously. Doflamingo sighed, leaning his back against the door as he closed it behind him. He eyed (Y/N) for a moment, Diamanté’s words lingering in his mind. He smiled softly, genuinely. It made her furrow her brow at him in confusion. He paid it no mind, moving closer to sit on the bed next to her. 

 

“What’d he want?” She inquired. 

 

“Nothing important, just business.” He lied.

 

She knew better than to question him. It wasn’t her business and she didn’t exactly want to be too involved with him and his “business”. Without another word, Doflamingo flung himself backwards onto the bed, legs dangling off of the edge. He held both arms upwards, as if beckoning her to him. 

 

“Lay with me.” He asked.

 

He asked. 

 

He didn’t command her to lay with him. It was much softer. Almost like a plea. 

 

She didn’t respond right away. Didn’t move either. 

 

“Why?” She spoke up, her tone emotionless as always.

 

“Because I need you.”

 

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, staring down at him in confusion. He had never admitted that to her before but Diamanté’s words were starting to make him feel hopeless in his endeavors. Maybe Diamanté was right. Maybe she didn’t like him like he thought she did. Maybe when she said I hate you she actually meant it. 

 

“Please, pajarito. Lay with me.” He begged again, this time sounding more pitiful.

 

(Y/N) felt a pang of guilt in her chest. It annoyed her. For the first time she gave into his affection willingly. She wasn’t forced to crawl up on his broad chest and curl up like the cat, but she did. He certainly didn’t expect her to either. That’s why he hesitated as he brought his arms to wrap around her fragile form. 

 

Doflamingo cuddled her to his chest, nuzzling his face into the top of her head in contentment as he hummed softly to himself. He was far from his usual cold, vicious self. He felt vulnerable and weak. Yet he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. This is what he craved. This is why he kept her all to himself. 

 

He had everything he could ever desire. Wealth beyond money, power, subordinates who’d follow his every whim without question, not to mention all of the women who regularly threw themselves at him. But there was one thing that was missing. Something that he couldn’t attain through fear or purchases. No, he wanted someone to share it all with. 

 

He was so lonely.

 

It was beginning to eat him alive until he saw her wanted poster, until she fell at his doorstep.

 

 Diamanté and Trebol were obviously crazy. They didn’t see her how he saw her. They didn’t kiss her like he did. Didn’t get to see the fire in her eyes when she latched onto his throat. And they weren’t here to see her snuggled up against his bareskin, almost falling asleep as he ran his long fingers up and down her back. 

 

Later on that night, (Y/N) laid in the tub while Doflamingo worked in his office. He claimed he had some paperwork he needed to take care of but in reality he just needed time to himself to think about their situation further. He was of course leaned back in his chair, drinking straight from a bottle of wine. While she bathed, he was wallowing in self-loathing and sexual tension. Finally, he decided he would confess to her fully. 

 

As (Y/N) laid in a bubble filled tub, joint in mouth, Doflamingo was on his way to confront her. She ignorantly relaxed. The only sound being the purring of Karma who was curled up on the lid of the toilet nearby. (Y/N) leaned back, eyes closed until—

 

BAM.

 

A muffled bang from outside of the bathroom startled her as well as the cat. She kept quiet, eyes glued to the door. 

 

“Pajarito..?” Doflamingo’s drunken voice slurred out from beyond the door, making her heart race.

 

“What?” She replied sharply. 

 

He didn’t reply. 

 

The sound of the handle clicking open made her sink deeper into the tub, only letting her eyes and forehead peer above the wall of the bath. Doflamingo stumbled into the bathroom. His glasses were askew but still covered both eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned, coat and shoes gone, and pants unbuckled, as he leaned against the frame of the door. 

 

“There she is…” He called out to her, a smirk spreading across his lips as he began to stagger towards the tub. 

 

“What are you doing in here?” She asked fearfully, unsure of what he was going to do to her. 

 

Suddenly the man before her began to strip himself of everything but his glasses. He began tripping over his pants as he attempted to peel them from himself, almost falling flat on his face. (Y/N) flinched as he almost fell again, slipping against the marble floor. He caught himself on the edge of the tub before lifting one leg over and into the warm water beside her.

 

“Hey! Do you fucking mind?” (Y/N) protested. 

 

The cat had already taken off after the first slip up. It was now just the two of them naked and alone in the bath. He leaned back, closing his eyes as his head spun. He had yet to say anything since entering. Completely ignoring her as she  hollered for him to get out. After a few pleas, she gave up. 

 

(Y/N) sat angrily on the other side of the tub stiffly. She refused to move, she wouldn’t dare let him get a glimpse at her body. Her arms were clung to her breasts as she pressed them flat to her chest. Her knees were pulled up and tightly closed together as she did her best to hide beneath the water. She decided to try and get a response from the Warlord before her. 

 

“Hey man, I really don’t appreciate you—” She was abruptly interrupted by the sloshing of water and a warm tongue pressed to her teeth. 

 

Her cry was muffled as she protested against him for a moment. After she realized what was going on she began to slow her breathing, closing her eyes as she allowed him to kiss her for a moment. She didn’t kiss him back but she needed to ground herself for a moment before taking control back. She could taste the wine on his tongue as he shoved it down her throat. When she finally found the courage to break the kiss, it was already too late. 

 

Doflamingo ripped her arms away from her chest, pinning them on each side of her before pressing his much bigger body between her legs, forcing them open as well.

 

“DOFFY!” She gasped.

 

 Her eyes were wide and her mind was hazy with a mixture of emotions; fear, arousal… Guilt. She tried to push him back as he nipped at her neck but he was much stronger than she. Doflamingo’s mouth didn’t stop at her neck. He began to leave a sloppy trail of bites and kisses all the way down to the swell of her breast. His hot breath hovered above her perked skin. 

 

(Y/N) was frozen. She wasn’t sure if she was scared or not anymore. She couldn’t possibly like this, right? 

 

Doflamingo’s soft lips met with her supple breast, kissing the hardened bud before slipping it in his mouth. He moaned against her and she returned the favor involuntarily. She cursed herself mentally, biting her lip as she fought back another groan as his tongue swirled against her chest. She couldn’t just sit by and allow him to do this to her. She couldn’t let herself fall into his trap. 

 

“You have to stop…” She finally whimpered out, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

 

He didn’t stop. He only sucked harder, bringing one of his hands to squeeze and knead at her other tit.

 

“I mean it Doffy…” Her groan was more stern this time as she looked down into her own reflection in his glasses.

 

With a soft ‘pop’, he released her from his mouth, licking his lips as if he were satisfied. 

 

“You ready for bed mi amor? I'm exhausted.” Doflamingo said as he pulled back from her, still kneading her breast with one hand as he smirked up at her.

 

She was shocked to say the least. He then released her, standing from the tub, his erection on full display as he began to dry himself off. She didn’t look away from him this time. She had every right to look after what he just pulled. She covered herself with a towel before he could see any more of her bare skin than what he had already seen. 

 

What kind of game was he playing?

 

She stood in the bathroom for a moment, towel tightly wrapped,  watching his naked form stalk towards the bed. How could he just climb all over her like that? How could he just pop off of her and go on like nothing happened? He violated her and he couldn’t care less.

 

After she dressed and reluctantly settled, the two of them laid together, on their sides with him spooning her from behind like she was a little stuffed animal and he was a grown child, he pressed his lips to her ear in a whisper.

 

“I’m sorry…” 

 

 

Notes:

Since Doflamingo’s birthday is October 23, I wanted to make the readers birthday in October also. However, if that’s not cool I was thinking of doing an alternate chapter for the people with October birthdays. Anyways lmk what y'all think.

Chapter 29

The events of that evening lingered in her mind all night. She couldn’t even toss and turn to shake the thoughts as he had her pulled tightly to his chest all throughout the night. 

 

She hated him truly. Hated the way he toyed with her, hated how he manhandled her, hated how he made her drop her guard. Doflamingo was nothing but a disgusting tyrant. It didn’t matter how much he coddled her. She’d never give him the love he so desperately craved. 

 

Once the sun rose, and (Y/N) woke, Doflamingo was already gone. And in his place was Karma, curled up asleep on his pillow. Her black fur looked brown in the sunlight that drifted in between the curtains.

 

(Y/N) pulled herself from the sheets before readying herself for the day. He already had a dress laid out for her, just like he had every morning. It was nothing crazy today. Nothing extravagant, flashy, or revealing. It was merely a simple floor length, strapless, fitted, emerald green dress. He had paired it with some brown platform sandals to give her some height. 

 

The dining room was filled today. Every seat at the table was taken except for hers of course. Doflamingo was at the head of the table, his chest rumbling with laughter as his various family members followed suit. 

 

As she took her seat next to Doflamingo, she seemed to go unnoticed by everyone, including him. However, she seemed to notice a few new faces at the table. She didn’t care. Didn’t bother to make her appearance known. Instead, she went about her morning like she had for days now. Looking through the paper in search of any news regarding Luffy or anyone else in the crew. 

 

Once the laughter and chatter began to die down. The silence was broken once again by Doflamingo, who finally noticed her presence. 

 

“Oh! There you are, little bird, I was wondering if you’d ever make it down here. Can’t believe I didn’t notice you.” He said cheerfully. 

 

A little too much so. 

 

She wished he hadn’t noticed her. She wished she hadn’t come down here. The memories of last night were still far too vivid in her mind. The thought of his mouth, his tongue, latched to her breast made her stomach twist with guilt and humiliation. Mainly due to the fact that there was a part of her, a part she wouldn’t care to admit, that liked it. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t reply to him. In fact, she just continued to read. Holding the paper up in front of her face so her shame wasn’t visible to him or the rest of the table. Luckily, he didn’t press. He chuckled, patted her on the head like a dog and left it at that. He didn’t even bother to introduce the new faces at the table. Just continued to ramble on. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t listen to him. She never did. Doflamingo talked far too much for everything he said to register in her dissociated brain. She figured he just liked to hear himself talk. Thought that everything he had to say was important and that everyone wanted to hear. (Y/N) found him obnoxious. Regardless of how physically attractive she found him to be. 

 

After breakfast he escorted her up to his office with him. He didn’t want her left alone for too long. He wouldn’t say it but they both knew it was because he thought she’d try and escape. She wasn’t interested in escaping anymore. No, (Y/N) had accepted her cruel fate of being locked in his arms. It wouldn’t do any good to run. He was faster. Nor to fight. He was much stronger. Hell, he was smarter too. Much older as well. He knew things she didn’t. For example, the layout of this palace and the city. Not to mention how unfamiliar this world was to her, even after months of being in it. 

 

Not that he knew that.  And not like she’d tell. (Y/N) missed her old home. Where she came from. Being a pirate on Luffy’s crew was honestly the best thing that had ever happened to her. But in times like these, she couldn’t help but miss the world she came from. Once Robin joined the crew, she used her archaeological knowledge to help (Y/N) piece together where and when she came from. 

 

The two of them together had come to the conclusion that (Y/N) had somehow managed to time travel over a thousand years into the future. A world with giants, fish people, and devil fruits. It was far different than the earth she once knew. And on days like these, it was difficult to navigate. 

 

The men at home were scary enough as if. The ones here, however, were absolutely horrid. Especially the ones like him.

 

(Y/N) sat on the loveseat in his office. The same one she woke up on. She was curled up in the corner, Karma purring in her lap as she read some shitty romance novel Doflamingo had given her to keep her occupied while he did some paperwork. The sound of his own scratching against paper was music to her ears, compared to his incessant yammering. 

 

The only sound in the office was the wind blowing through the curtains, the sound of his ball point pen occasionally jotting something, and the sound of her fingers on the pages of her books. So far today was a boring day for them both. He was stacked with work, and she was unfortunately tethered to his side like an unruly dog. There was no physical leash, of course. But there might as well have been one.

 

Within the weeks she had been here, so far two, he never let her get far. The most freedom she had was the walk from the bedroom to the dining room. Other than that, he was always there. Always watching. Hell, after last night she was afraid to even bathe. 

 

(Y/N) was deep in her own sorrows as she stared blankly down at the pages. She wasn’t reading anymore. She hasn’t been for a while. Just absentmindedly stroking Karma as she dug her nails into the fabric of her dress. 

 

Doflamingo seemed to notice how bored she was. He smiled to himself, pretending to do his own work as he stalked her from across the room. His mind was also stuck on the events of last night. He knew she was thinking about it too. 

 

The thought of his teeth lightly biting down on her sensitive flesh sent a pleasurable shiver through his body, lingering in his groin. He adjusted himself before deciding it was time to break the silence between them. 

 

“You’re bored aren’t you, pajarito?” His silky voice spoke out, making her jump. 

 

He chuckled. Like he always did. 

 

She glanced up at him. 

 

“Huh? Oh… I’m just— “She trailed off, shuffling the pages of her book. 

 

“It’s alright. You’re allowed to be bored.” Doflamingo leaned against his hand that was propped up on the desk. 

 

“I guess a little yeah.” (Y/N) shrugged. 

 

Doflamingo stood from his chair, lifting his arms upwards in a big stretch as he groaned. 

 

“Well, I have an idea.” He said, walking towards the couch she sat on. “We could spend the afternoon by the pond. You enjoyed that little dinner of ours right?” He reached down, patting Karma just above the tail as she trilled in appreciation. 

 

(Y/N) nodded, humming in agreement. She didn’t lie. It was a nice spot to just sit and be. The pond sat just underneath a massive weeping willow. It was gorgeous. Not to mention that’s where she found Karma. 

 

“Good, good. We’ll eat lunch here then head out, how does that sound?” He asked, removing his hand from the cat and placing it on her cheek instead. 

 

She nodded slowly as to not shake his hand from her face. He smiled triumphantly before standing back up straight. 

 

The sun shinned brightly down on them as the three of them trapsed across the garden. It would have been warm out if it wasn’t for the breeze. Despite the wind, there was no cloud in sight. Making it a beautiful day. 

 

As they finally reached the pond, (Y/N) noticed something. The table that was once there was now replaced with a porch swing. It was massive. Clearly big enough to fit Doflamingo. 

 

She looked at it curiously as they approached. She wondered if he had placed it there for her or if it had always been there and she just didn’t seem to notice. It was like he could read her mind.

 

“I used to spend a lot of time out here.” He peered down at her as they walked. 

 

“I had the swing moved, didn’t want it in our way at dinner the other night.” He explained. 

 

As they approached, Doflamingo took a seat, patting the spot next to him as the swing creaked under his weight. 

 

“Come. Sit.” 

 

She followed, taking a seat next to him. Her feet dangled far from the ground while his were firmly planted in the dirt as he gently pushed the swing on his heel. Karma mewed down on the ground up at (Y/N), almost as if she were asking permission to join them. She patted her lap encouragingly. 

 

“Come on,” (Y/N) called out, “Get up here then.” 

 

The cat took her time, as cats do, before she finally jumped up into (Y/N)’s lap. The cat took a moment before settling comfortably. Doflamingo watched. It was a good thing he always wore his glasses; otherwise, she might have noticed the loving admiration in his eyes behind the frames.

 

The two of them sat and rocked for some time. Just enjoying one another’s company. Well, him more than her. The only sound that could be heard was the breeze through the trees, the frogs chirping in the bushes, and the water lapping against the sides of the pond. 

 

As they relaxed, (Y/N) watched the pond quietly. Watching the fish move under the surface. However, something else caught her eye. A little toad hopping along the edge of the water, hiding under the bushes that lined the edge. 

 

She gently removed Karma from her lap, setting her on the swing next to Doflamingo. He watched her curiously but didn’t comment as she crept forwards. Doflamingo didn’t know what she was doing other than the fact she looked as though she were hunting something. 

 

(Y/N) crouched down a couple feet from the water, her eyes never leaving the amphibian. Suddenly one of her hands shot out, grabbing the toad as it tried to jump away, but she was too fast. 

 

“Got it!” She said triumphantly, holding it up for her to see better.

 

“Look,” She walked over to Doflamingo, a small smile on her face as she reached her hands out towards him, cupping the toad so it couldn’t run away. 

 

Doflamingo didn’t expect her to show him her prey. Yet he gladly accepted a glance. He leaned forwards gleefully as she showed it to him. She barely opened up her thumbs, revealing the little creature in her palms. 

 

“Well, look at that.” He said delightedly, almost as if she was a child showing off to her father. 

 

It didn’t stop him from feeling proud of her. He wanted her to be happy. Regardless of how he treated her. He just wanted her to be happy with how he treated her. 

 

“Do you wanna see too?” (Y/N) asked Karma who was now standing up, curiously look at her hands as she sniffed the air. 

 

(Y/N) held the frog down to the cat, opening up her hands to show it to her. Karma sniffed it for a moment before pulling back and promptly smacking it on the head, making it jump out of (Y/N)’s hands. (Y/N) squeaked as it jumped, giggling. It splatted on the ground before hopping away. 

 

She couldn’t help but beam as she watched the toad scurry away from the three of them. And he could help but beam at her. He didn’t care about that stupid toad. He found them to be repulsive. He’d never touch one. But the sight of her muddied hands and pretty face smiling up at him was starting to make him second guess his own hateful nature. 

 

“Go catch me another one, beautiful.” He told her, gesturing towards the pond. 

 

She nodded joyfully, brushing the dirt from her hands before making her way back over to the pond. She kicked off her sandals and pulled up her dress so she could squat down closer to the bushes. Doflamingo watched intently as she stalked her next prey. 

 

Without warning, she reached down and snatched up a frog this time. 

 

“Oh! I got it!” She said as if she were surprised. 

 

She held up her prize before making her way back over to him. 

 

“Look.” She showed it to him gleefully. 

 

Her face beamed up at him as her muddy hands held on tight to the frog. It made his heart throb in a way that felt foreign to him. He was old enough to be her father. Hell, he even treated her like his child at times. And yet he was so enthralled by her. 

 

“You’re quite the predator, aren’t you?” Doflamingo teased. 

 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

 

“Don’t call me that, it sounds creepy.” She scrunched her face up at his playful answer. 

 

His booming laughter startled the frog, making it leap from her hands and into his lap. Doflamingo’s laughter stopped immediately as he looked down in disgust as his pants were now splattered with muddy water. 

 

“Eugh!” He exclaimed, repulsed. 

 

(Y/N) snorted in laughter, covering her mouth with her dirty hands. This changed his demeanor. He softened up slightly. He wanted to impress her. To seem human to her. So, he gently picked the frog up between his massive thumb and first finger, holding it up as it squirmed in front of him. 

 

“Never really cared much for reptiles.” He spoke. 

 

“It’s not a reptile, it’s an amphibian.” She corrected him, taking the frog from between his awkwardly placed fingers. 

 

“Pft,” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever it is, I don't care for it much. Slimy and covered in warts. Blegh.” He exclaimed, sneering at the animal in her hand. 

 

She laughed, making him smile again, before releasing the frog back into the water.  For the next hour her and Karma trailed the edge of the water in search of frogs and toads. With each one she caught she promptly showed Doflamingo. If it was anybody else, he’d tell them to go on somewhere by now. But with her, he felt they were starting to finally make some progress. 

 

As she released the last frog, the sun was finally beginning to set. She and the cat were both filthy and in need of a shower. As the sun started to drift behind the horizon, the wind was now biting back, giving her a chill. 

 

“Are you ready to go in?” He asked, standing up from the swing. 

 

(Y/N) nodded, wrapping herself up in her own arms. She grabbed the hunting feline, receiving a ‘meh’ in return. 

 

As they entered his personal quarters, she released the cat, speaking as he closed the door behind them. 

 

“Ugh, I need a bath.” She examined her dirty appearance in the mirror. 

 

She had slung mud all over her dress. Her hands and face even had stripes of filth across them. It was even in her hair as well as the cat's fur. Caked and dried. She knew Doflamingo would never let the cat in the bed looking like that and she didn’t blame him. 

 

“Go take a shower then, little bird.” Doflamingo reached out softly twirling her dirty hair in his large fingers. 

 

“Do you think you could wash her while I shower?” (Y/N) asked sweetly, pointing over towards the cat. 

 

Doflamingo grimaced at the thought. He almost told her no. But the moment he looked down at her, she batted those sultry (E/C) eyes up at him and he found himself melting. 

 

“Fine.” He agreed reluctantly, “But you owe me.” He pointed a long finger down at her before snatching the cat up one handed. 

 

The three of them headed for the bathroom. Doflamingo allowed her to enter first just so he could get a good look at her from behind. 

 

“You could probably just wash her in the sink.” (Y/N) said, turning on the water in the shower. 

 

Doflamingo huffed in irritation as he held the cat out. 

 

“Fine.” 

 

He turned on the sink, letting it fill as he petted Karma, trying to calm her nerves. As his back was turned, (Y/N) took the opportunity to undress and slip into the shower quietly. He only noticed when he heard the sound of the door shut. He couldn’t see anything through the frosted glass, unfortunately. 

 

Once the sink was full of warm water, he cooed at the cat as he slowly lowered her muddy body into the water. Of course, the moment her back feet made contact with the wet, she began kicking and fighting. 

 

“Hold still you little—“ Doflamingo argued with Karma. 

 

She yowled as if he were murdering her. 

 

“Don’t be mean to my baby!” (Y/N) called out under the streaming shower head. 

 

Doflamingo mumbled something to himself and continued to try and submerge the feline. By the time (Y/N) had finished her shower, Doflamingo’s arms were scratched up and the two of them were drenched. 

 

“Can you toss me a towel?” 

 

Doflamingo grumbled again before tossing down the soaked cat rather harshly before throwing a towel over the top of the shower as he exited. He was beyond agitated. He had to bathe that stupid cat he didn’t even want, and he missed an opportunity to see her undress. What luck. 

 

As soon as (Y/N) exited the bathroom, Karma immediately ran up to her meowing as if rattling on Doflamingo, as if it wasn’t (Y/N)'s idea for him to bathe her.

 

“Oh, my poor baby! She babied her, picking her up from the floor. “Was that man mean to you?” 

 

Doflamingo rolled his eyes before flopping back down on the bed, now in his flamboyant pink robe. 

 

“Stupid cat…” He murmured, crossing his scratched arms. 

 

“Awe, she’s sweet.” 

 

Karma trilled in return, nuzzling into (Y/N)'s neck. 

 

“Come to bed.” Doflamingo demanded. 

 

(Y/N) clicked her tongue once in a disapproving manner before putting Karma down. 

 

“Let me put some damn clothes on first.” She grumbled. 

 

“Oh, now why ruin my night further? I did say you’d owe me, didn’t I? Think of this as your payment for me bathing your filthy animal.” Doflamingo said with a mischievous grin. 

 

She scoffed, grinning. 

 

“Yeah fucking right.” She spoke out of the corner of her mouth as she rifled through the drawers in search of clothes. 

 

Doflamingo let out a dramatic defeated sigh. 

 

“Oh well, suppose you’ll just have to kiss me again.” 

 

(Y/N) didn’t reply but it was a better alternative than him seeing her naked. For some reason the thought of him leering at her nude form made her insides churn. The memory of the night prior sent a shiver up her spine. 

 

She couldn’t let that happen again. 

 

Not ever. 

 

She climbed into bed next to him as he plunged the room into darkness. Per usual, he pulled her much smaller form against his. His bare chest was pressed against her back, his chin on top of her head as he wrapped one massive arm around her. One of his arms was as big as both of her thighs pressed together. It was suffocating. Then he said something that really took the breath from her lungs. 

 

“I’ll never let anyone take you away from me.” 

Notes:

Sorry this chapter took so long to update; the next one should be out within the next couple of days! Also, Lmk if I need to make any corrections.

Chapter 30

Over the next week, Doflamingo hadn’t been giving (Y/N) very much attention. He had been preoccupied with planning his 40th birthday party. When he could be bothered to speak to her, it was about his party. 

 

This was clearly an attempt to make himself feel better about turning forty. It was obvious that since she came along, he had been slowly becoming more and more insecure about the age gap between the two. Doflamingo had never been insecure about it before. He felt as though he was in the prime of his life. That was until his new partner was a twenty-three-year-old girl. 

 

(Y/N) had been hiding something from him, (among other things). It would be her birthday soon as well. About a week prior to his. Not that she’d tell him. She saw the effort he was putting in for his own birthday. She didn’t want to be roped into that fiasco. She wasn’t one for attention like he was. He thrived on it, and she loathed it. 

 

She feared it’d only give him more reason to believe they were connected. For him to believe that they were meant to meet. That it was fate. He had already spewed enough of that nonsense her way. However, she was loving the solitude he had given her in the meantime. 

 

(Y/N) had already accepted her fate at this point. She could manage. Afterall, she had a warlord wrapped around her little finger. Most people would kill to be in her position. Especially with someone as powerful as him. 

 

Slowly but surely, she was learning how to use his fixation against him. For example, anytime she wanted a drink or a smoke, all she needed to do was bat those pretty (E/C) eyes at him and she got whatever she wanted. Everything except for her freedom. No amount of flirting would free her from this tyrant. Hell, it only seemed to bring him closer. 

 

Today was a boring day for Doflamingo. He had been so caught up in the planning of his birthday he had completely pushed aside his regular duties as king. Today was his ‘makeup day’, he told her. Doflamingo had about a week's worth of documents and paperwork piled high on his desk. 

 

Trebol stood patiently before him, a handful of papers tightly clenched in his fists as Doflamingo spun in his chair, strings woven like a spiderweb between his fingers. He was behaving like a jaded, callow child. 

 

(Y/N) sat on the loveseat, stroking Karma as she read. 

 

“Go on then, read it.” Doflamingo sighed out in a bored tone, waving his hand absentmindedly. 

 

Trebol cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and began to read from the list. 

 

“Young Master, uh—Your schedule for today includes three trade route disputes, two letters from Celestial Dragon that require your signature, a review of the Colosseum repair funds, as well as merchant licensing renewal for the lower port, and… uh…” he hesitated, eyes flicking nervously to the last parchment before he cleared his throat once more... “A—uh—public sanitation complaint regarding the northern canal…”

Doflamingo’s spinning stopped abruptly. The back of his chair was the only thing that could be seen from Trebols point of view beyond the desk. 

“Sanitation complaint?” He asked unamused, turning his chair to face Trebol. 

 

(Y/N) perked her head up above the pages, watching the conversation unfold. It seemed the beautiful city of Dressrosa did have its faults. 

 

“Yes, Young Master,” Trebol’s sniveling voice replied, glancing back down at the complaint in the paper. 

 

Doflamingo scoffed, a sly smirk playing at one of the corners of his mouth. 

 

“It says here—“ Trebols eyes scanned the page once more. “That there’s a uh— smell… Down by the canal…”

 

Doflamingo sneered. (Y/N) couldn’t see his eyes, but she assumed he was rolling them by the look on his face. 

 

“Well maybe if they’d stop dumping their literal shit in the water—“ Doflamingo hissed. “It might not smell like it.” 

 

Trebol guffawed at Doflamingo’s words. His unattractive, ass-kissing, laughter echoed throughout the room, making (Y/N)’s skin crawl. That man seriously creeped her out more than the villain that was holding her hostage. That said something about his character. 

 

After his laughing ceased, she peeked up over the cover of her novel to see Doflamingo looked rather smug and Trebol wiping a pretend tear from under his lenses. The snot that constantly hung from his nose swung back and forth with each one of his movements. 

 

God, it made Her stomach churn. Maybe that’s what made her hate him so much. His lack of personal hygiene definitely didn’t help. The snot alone disgusted her, but the smell, God the smell.  He reeked of dirty hair and armpits. She didn’t understand how Doflamingo tolerated him. 

 

Doflamingo took Trebols fake laughter as encouragement to continue bashing the lower-class citizens of his country. 

 

“They’re as poor as they are stupid.” He said arrogantly, sitting tall in his chair. 

 

(Y/N) continued to read, shaking her head behind the page as she rested her head in her hand, elbow propped on the arm of the couch. Doflamingo’s eyes flashed her way briefly. After a moment he waved his hand dismissively towards Trebol. 

 

“Hire a sanitation crew to clean the canal.” He bemoaned, sighing. “Suppose I’ll have to put a new law in place as well. ‘If you’re caught dumping shit in the canal, your dismembered body will be next’.

 

Doflamingo glanced at her underneath his shades. He hoped for a laugh. Nothing. Not even a look in his general direction. It bruised his ego. Significantly so. However, he choked it down. Pretended he didn’t care. Trebols laughter meant nothing to him. No matter how loud it was. Doflamingo scowled deeply. He snapped his fingers, silencing Trebol immediately. The Warlord curled his first two fingers at him quickly, ushering for him to lay the stack of documents down on the desk before him.

 

“Leave. I have a lot of paperwork to do evidently.” Doflamingo flicked his wrist as if swatting a mosquito. 

 

His sudden change in demeanor didn’t seem to faze Trebol as he grinned, nodded, and turned on his heel. (Y/N) watched him waddle across the room and exit, closing the door behind them. Doflamingo’s attention was now on her. Although he wasn’t looking at her. His thoughts were on her as he began to work.

 

Doflamingo worked in silence for hours. His pride was wounded, and she didn’t even notice. She matched his silence happily, reading the shitty little romance novel he picked for her. It wasn’t any good, pretty cheesy. It was one of those books you’d see your grandma reading. The ones with the shirtless man on the cover. The ones where he’s at the beach during sunset, his long hair blowing in the wind with a woman in a flowy dress clinging to his side. 

 

Nonetheless, it was the best form of entertainment she had. More like the only entertainment she had. She made sure to be on her best behavior while he worked. Trying her hardest to not give him a reason to bother her. Unbeknownst to her, he couldn’t stop watching her from the corner of his eye as he worked. 

 

Doflamingo couldn’t take the unbearable silence anymore. Each glance she received made his patience dwindle until eventually there was none left. With an exasperated sigh, he slammed down his pen before rubbing his eyes. It made her jump. Karma mewed in her lap disapprovingly before jumping down into the floor, stretching.

 

“You know—” He spoke suddenly, standing from his chair. “I was thinking me, and you could spend the day together tomorrow.” He suggested, his shark-like smile was ever present. 

 

He stretched his arms out above his head, clearly showing off for her as he grinned. 

 

“We’ve been distant lately,” He stepped towards the couch, stopping a couple feet away. “I miss you…” His voice was much softer as he stooped down on her level. 

 

(Y/N) set the book down in her lap, staring blankly at him. Karma trilled up at Doflamingo from the floor. Of course he picked her up. Karma was the only animal he had ever had a relationship with. He never liked them much, especially cats. But getting on Karma’s good side was the only way to get to (Y/N).

 

He held her close to her face, let her rub her whiskers against his chin lovingly as she purred. He couldn’t lie; he had formed a soft spot for the feline. Not like her of course, but still he cared for the cat. Doflamingo plopped down on the couch next to her. 

 

(Y/N) sneered, rolling her eyes as he threw himself down beside her, spreading his legs and taking up the majority of the couch that she once had all to herself. She continued to ignore him. Continued reading, more like pretending to anyway. She didn’t feel comfortable letting her guard down when he was so close. So close and clearly plotting. 

 

She didn’t have to answer him. She never did. He loved to answer for her. To pretend that she was going along with his plans in silence. 

 

“I think tomorrow we’ll go out and buy you a pretty new dress for my party.” He mused. 

 

Here we go again with his fucking party. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him, still not giving him her full attention. 

 

“Okay…” Was all she said in return. 

 

“Great.” He beamed, rubbing his hands together victoriously. 

 

The next day came quicker than she had anticipated. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by a gaggle of women with measuring tape, poking and prodding at her body. (Y/N) stood, arms out and legs spread as four women measured her figure invasively. 

 

Doflamingo sat nearby, nursing a drink as he put in his own Two cents. 

 

“I want her in something… Tight. sexy. Elegant. ” He called out to the seamstresses who surrounded her. 

 

The first dress was breathtaking. It was a long, floor length, form-fitting, red shimmery dress, with a trumpet skirt. It had an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline that hung romantically from her shoulders. It made her look elegant and confident. 

 

“Ooh, I like that one.” He said, swirling the wine in his glass that matched the red of the dress. “Let’s see some more, shall we?” 

 

Next up was a bold summery dress. Not something she would have picked out for a birthday party in October, but she didn’t care enough to argue. It was a vibrant pink floral-patterned dress. It had an asymmetrical shape and criss-crossed against the midsection and breast, leaving one long sleeve and a slit up the thigh.

 

Doflamingo hummed in approval, but she could tell that it wasn’t the dress .

 

“Stunning, but—I think we’ll save it for another occasion.”

 

The third was yet again a floor length gown. This one more intricately designed than the last. It was a luxurious dress, designed in what looked like another floral pattern. This one was different, however. It was embroidered into the fabric and looked more elegant than bold. It gave it a beautiful texture. It had a plunging V-neckline, giving it a sexy look despite the conservative long sleeves and length.

 

Doflamingo licked the wine from his lips as he looked her up and down like a predator.

 

“mira nada más…” He purred. “jodidamente irresistible… But not this one either, next.” 

 

The fourth and final dress was a deep forest green, also floor length and tight around the bodice and bust. However, this dress was made of satin and had a dramatic look, flaring softly at the hem. The back was laced tightly behind her and the front dipped down the center into a sweetheart the sleeves were long with a rouching along the arms and flared cuffs.

 

This one made him stand to his feet. Glass in hand, he began to circle like a vulture. He was expressionless at first. Then a wicked grin spread across his face. The staff as well as (Y/N) remained silent as they awaited his decree. He stopped behind her. Slowly, he bent over, purring into her ear. 

 

“I think we’ve found the one pajarito…”

Notes:

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Chapter 31

Notes:

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Today was (Y/N)’s birthday. Her twenty-fourth to be exact. Doflamingo still didn’t know. Never cared to ask when her birthday was. The only thing he seemed to care about was keeping her under his thumb. 

 

 Today wasn’t a good day for Doflamingo. Therefore, it wasn’t a good day for (Y/N) either. The catering fell through and now he was scrambling at the last minute to try and find a replacement with only a week until his party. Naturally, he was stressed. 

 

Doflamingo wasn’t being harsh with her, only everyone else. To be fair, she tried her hardest to stay out of his way. To be as unseen as possible. Yet his tantrums still made her a nervous wreck, nonetheless. 

 

She didn’t want him to turn on her. Use her as a punching bag. Not that he ever did. But he was an unpredictable man and honestly, he frightened her. They both knew how much power he held over her. It sickened her to her very core knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him from taking what he wanted. 

 

Not only was Doflamingo losing his mind, but it was also pouring down rain and freezing. So, she couldn’t even convince him to sit by the pond with her. It was something that she had grown fond of. Even if the frogs and toads had now gone into hibernation, she still found peace there. 

 

She just sat in his office while the man paced impatiently, transponder snail in hand as he stomped back and forth, jaw clenched. He had been calling around all afternoon to see if anyone could cater his event in such a short amount of time. The problem was, he wanted over three-hundred lobsters. It was his favorite after all and he wanted Something to show off his wealth to his various guests. 

 

Number one he was pissed he had to take care of this himself. In fact, he insisted on it because according to him, ‘everyone was too incompetent,’ 

 

“Lobster isn’t in season my ass…” He hissed, slamming the transponder snail down on his desk. 

 

(Y/N) jumped at the sound. She tried to keep her composure. Keep her face blank. But he noticed how scared she was of him. His mood shifted from rage to annoyance. 

 

“What’s the matter with you?” He demanded, hands on his hips as he glared down at her. “It’s not like I’m going to beat you.” 

 

He turned his back to her as he sighed dramatically. With his hands pressed to his face he took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. He turned back around to face her. He was still annoyed but his expression had softened just enough for her to notice. 

 

“I’m sorry pajarito.” He said as he slumped lazily onto the couch beside her. “It’s just that I’ve been stressed over this damn party. Nothing's going right.” 

 

The defeated look on his face gave her a pang of sympathy. She almost Felt bad for him for a moment. She had half a mind to try and comfort him. Yet she kept her mouth shut, staring down at the floor as he placed his arm over the back of the couch behind her. 

 

“Do you think I’m old?” He asked sincerely. 

 

(Y/N) was taken aback by his sudden vulnerability. He didn’t look at her. Just stared forwards. His face blank. 

 

“Not really…” She shrugged. 

 

She didn’t want to hurt his feelings further. She could tell he was already worked up and now was feeling insecure. Out of fear of his reaction, she tried to be polite. 

 

He didn’t say anything back. Just hummed like he wasn’t sure if he believed her or not. 

 

“How old are your parents?” He asked, turning his head to look down at her. 

 

“In their fifties, why?” She furrowed her brows curiously. 

 

“Just wondering….” He leaned his elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his cheek on his fist. 

 

She knew why he asked. He wanted to make sure he wasn't the same age as her parents. If not older. 

 

Her youth was driving him mad. He loved and loathed it. He had never been so insecure in his life. He never warred with his age. He’d always been so confident. But she made him wish he was ten years younger. Maybe then she’d want him. 

 

They sat in silence for a while. Then he suddenly shifted to lay his head in her lap gently. It caught her off guard completely. She put both hands up, lips slightly parted, and eyes wide. But it was only for a moment. 

 

(Y/N) sighed before reluctantly accepting his affection. When she relaxed, she felt him relax too. His big head was heavy in her lap, but she allowed it anyway. It was better than the alternative. And right now, he was a little too fragile to handle rejection. 

 

Slowly, and with a shaky hand she brought it to his cheek. He tensed up briefly before letting out a small, satisfied hum. Doflamingo closed his eyes as she began to rub his cheek affectionately. It made him feel at ease. Like a child in his mother's embrace. 

 

Doflamingo never talked about it, hell, he never even thought about it, but he missed his mother. He had always wished it was his father who had passed. It was his fault she died in the first place. So why couldn’t it have been him? Then maybe he wouldn’t have had to kill the man himself. 

 

Doflamingo closed his eyes. Breathing deeply as he tried to calm his rattled nerves. This party was supposed to be exciting. It was a milestone birthday. And yet here he was, threatening caterers over the transponder all because they didn’t have three-hundred lobsters. Honestly, who the hell even has that many lobsters? 

 

He laid there for a long time. Just letting her stroke his face. He’d stay there forever if he could. But unfortunately, he still had a lot of party planning to be done. He slowly pulled his head from her lap, sighing in defeat. 

 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He smirked down at her. 

 

She didn’t reply, per usual. Just stared blankly up at him. He huffed in amusement before rubbing the side of her face with the same gentleness she had just shown him. He stood from the sofa, making his way to his desk again to call around in hopes of finding a caterer. 

 

As (Y/N)’s birthday progressed, she still hadn’t informed him. She wanted it quiet. By the time evening rolled around, she had successfully avoided having her special day revealed to him. She knew one day he’d ask. Not because he cared, but because he wanted to own every detail. But for now, she was safe. 

 

Throughout the week, Doflamingo was slowly becoming more and more insufferable. She didn’t think he could get anymore self-centered. Turns out he could. He claimed it was his ‘birthday week’, like how girls in their twenties do. 

 

(Y/N) was stuck with him all hours of the day. Drinking and partying against her own will. She hadn’t had a sober thought since Monday morning. He poured her a glass of wine that morning at breakfast. 

 

“Drink up. We’re pre-gaming.” He told her. 

 

And sure enough, the drinking and smoking didn’t stop. It reminded her of the times before she got here. Before she even became a pirate. Those camping trips with her old friends. They would be shitfaced for three days straight. Lounging by the lake, fishing, drinking, and smoking. 

 

The only difference this time was that she was not surrounded by friends. And this was not a good time. How could she possibly find the time to relax? Her whole body and mind had been in fight or flight since she got here. She wasn’t a big drinker anyways. Not that she couldn’t handle it, it just wasn’t her favorite. 

 

As the week slowly progressed, (Y/N) started drinking more than any of them. It didn’t stop. From the moment she woke up she had a lighter in one hand and a drink in the other, with a blunt between her teeth. Even Doflamingo had recommended she cool it down. 

 

“But I thought we were pre-gaming for your party?” She would slur. 

 

He of course found it amusing and would laugh it off, pat her on the head and hand her another drink. 

 

On the day of his party, he awoke her with a kiss to her forehead. She groaned and rolled over, head throbbing. 

 

“Come on, pajarito. Today’s the big day. Can’t show off my new toy if you’re in bed.” He dragged a long, slender finger up her spine. 

 

He then leaned down close to her ear, “Oh and (Y/N),” He purred before shifting his tone, sounding more serious, “Let’s tone down on the drinking this evening, shall we?” 

 

Of course she didn’t listen. As a matter of fact, it only encouraged her to drink more. That’d show him. She was stubborn and didn’t take orders well. Especially when she was somewhere she didn’t want to be anyways. 

 

All day she was a drunk, and high, nervous wreck. Doflamingo was of course too busy to even notice. He hardly paid her any attention. Only an occasional hand on the back to move her out of his way. Yet he kept her close all day as he barked orders.

 

He made sure he was there to oversee each and every bit of preparation. The decorations, the food, the music, alcohol, drugs, all of it. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t up to par. He made sure it was absolutely perfect. 

 

Finally, it was time. The castle was filled to the brim with guests and toy servants. Doflamingo had yet to make his grand entrance. He waited outside of the bathroom door impatiently tapping his fingers on his arm, both of them crossed against his chest.

 

“Come on little bird.” He called out. “We’ve got somewhere we need to be.” 

 

(Y/N) then stumbled from the bathroom in the floor length green dress they had picked out last week. She was absolutely shitfaced. And he could see it in the way she staggered towards him. His expression shifted from impatient to frustrated. 

 

“Damn it girl.” He grumbled under his breath. “Come on. We’re late to my own party.” He grabbed her by the wrist dragging her intoxicated form towards the door. 

 

She was an absolute wreck. Giggling and tripping over her heels as he dragged her down the stairs. He stopped before the doors to the ballroom. The sounds of music and chatter could be heard from beyond the thick wood. 

 

He grabbed her roughly by both wrists. Doflamingo leaned down, a serious expression on his face as he spoke sternly to her. 

 

“Straighten up. I fucking mean it.” He hissed, releasing her. 

 

She snorted once more before wiping the smile from her face. He was clearly mad and even in her drunken state, she still feared what he might do if she embarrassed him. 

 

He cleared his throat, straightened up his own appearance and stepped inside, dragging her along with him. As soon as he stepped through those doors, the chattering stopped. All eyes were on him. The silence then turned into a mixture of cheers and ‘Happy birthday’. 

 

Doflamingo felt like the king he was. He waved, a big grin on his face as he thanked everyone. He kept her pinned to his side as he made his way through the room. He chatted casually with the guests. Some of them were there on business. Even on his birthday he couldn’t escape work.

 

Eventually he found a table with some ‘friends'. If he could even call them that. Doflamingo didn’t have friends. Just people he manipulated. He draped an arm around (Y/N) in the booth, pulling her closer to him. 

 

She kept sneaking drinks from the servants who passed by. Each time one of the toys walked past with a tray of champagne, she snatched one of the glasses without his knowledge. He was too busy showing off and gloating to even notice her getting drunker. 

 

(Y/N)’s head was beginning to throb from the noise. Specifically, Doflamingo’s loud booming voice. She was starting to become overwhelmed. She denied the food that was offered. She didn’t want to eat. She didn’t want to mingle. She just wanted to get out of here. 

 

The drunker Doflamingo got, the louder he became. It was starting to really grate on her nerves. Once he began to paw at her in front of his business partners, she decided she had had enough. 

 

Doflamingo had gotten distracted. He made the mistake of letting her hand go while he talked animatedly. He had been running his mouth for hours and this was the first time one of his hands wasn’t on her. She decided to take this opportunity to slip away. 

 

(Y/N) snuck away, dissolving into the crowd of people. On her way out of the room, she made sure to grab herself another drink as well as a pre-roll before slipping out the door and into the grand hall. She placed the party favor between her lips, pulling a lighter from between her breasts and lit up. She sighed, leaning against the wall. She let herself drop to the floor. As the smoke filled her lungs, she closed her eyes, letting her head spin. 

 

The sound of the party was muffled by the door. She couldn’t handle it anymore. It was too loud, too crowded, not to mention too much Doflamingo. She was beginning to spiral. She needed some air before he found her. She stumbled as she stood, spilling her drink on the stone floor. 

 

Her heels clicked and scraped against the floor  in no particular pattern. Her heart was beating out of her chest in excitement and fear. She kept turning her head over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being followed. 

 

(Y/N) quickly made her way out to the garden. It was dark and freezing out. The frost coated the grass and the moon shone beautifully over the dying bushes. She kicked off her heels, carrying them as she waded through the wet grass and towards the pond. 

 

She wasn’t cold. She was too hammered. She let her dress drag, smoke curling around her face as she staggered. The only thing on her mind was escaping him. She couldn’t help but grin to herself at the thought of him losing his mind. 

 

God, she hoped he’d embarrass himself. She could see it now. The moment he realizes she’s gone. He grasps at the air, feeling the absence of her little hand in his. Then, his stomach drops as he frantically scans the room for her. He’ll think she’s run away. 

 

As she approached the pond, The weeping willow called out to her. She dropped her shoes at its base, hiked up her gown and began to climb. Branch by branch, she ascended. She didn’t reach the top, she didn’t want to. She just wanted to be high enough to hide from him or anyone else. 

 

Doflamingo was blissfully unaware of (Y/N)’s absence. That was until Diamanté noticed her disappearance. 

 

“Hey Doffy, where’s your little girlfriend?” He asked, looking around the room, 

 

Doflamingo stopped talking mid sentence. His expression dropped immediately as well as his gut. 

 

“What!?” He jerked around, his eyes scanning the room quickly. 

 

She was nowhere to be found. His breath quickened as he began to panic. He poorly excused himself from the group he was in. 

 

“Uh— Excuse me for a moment gentlemen, I’ll be back.” He placed his drink down on a nearby table before quickly stepping to the side with Diamanté. 

 

“Where the fuck is she!?” He hissed. 

 

Diamanté shrugged, glancing around the room. He stood above most of the crowd. He didn’t see her anywhere in the room. 

 

“She’s not here Doffy. Must’ve slipped out for a minute.” He said casually. 

 

Doflamingo was anything but casual. 

 

“Shit, shit, shit!” He cursed, shoving through the crowd and towards the door. 

 

Doflamingo ripped open the door as he stumbled out. He scanned the hall. Nothing. 

 

“God dammit!” He screamed. 

 

His heart was racing as well as his mind. He was terrified that he lost his pet. He moved through the palace with a sense of urgency. He didn’t want to spoil the party. So, he pulled aside a handful of guards and explained the situation. 

 

“Find her.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Search the palace, search the grounds, hell, search the whole damn country if you must. But find her!”

 

Doflamingo stomped up the steps in search. His hands shook. He was seething. No. He wasn’t angry. He was scared. He feared that she’d abandoned him. 

 

How could she abandon him on his birthday? He’d done everything for her since she got here. He’d provided the finest wine and weed, the most expensive clothes. He coddled and worshipped her. And this is how she repaid him? By running away during the biggest celebration of the year? 

 

Doflamingo was utterly hurt. Genuinely so. In his drunken state he felt as though his heart had been shattered. 

 

He threw open the door to their shared room. Startling Karma who was soundly asleep on their pillows. She was the only thing that proved (Y/N) was ever there. 

 

“(Y/N)!?” He called out, kicking open the bathroom door. 

 

Nothing.

 

Karma mewed from the bed. Almost as if she was asking what the problem was. Doflamingo ignored her of course. He plopped down onto the bed, throwing his head in his hands. He slid his glasses up his face, letting them sit on the top of his head as rubbed his face. 

 

He was on the verge of tears. No. He was in tears. 

 

“Mi amor… Mi único y verdadero amor… ¿Cómo pudiste…? ¿Cómo pudiste abandonarme?” He murmured in between sobs. 

It was the alcohol making him weak. That’s what he told himself anyway. But deep down he knew that wasn’t it. She was the only person he felt anything for in a long time. Now she was gone. He hadn’t even cried in years. not since…

Suddenly he shot up from the bed. The realization hit him hard. 

“The garden…” he mumbled. 

He quickly wiped the tears and snot on his sleeves before pushing his glasses back over his eye. He then bolted from the room, making his way to the garden. 

He pushed past guards, guests, and family members. They all called out to him. Trying to give him what little information they had. He knew none of them could find her. He knew her better than anyone.

Doflamingo scurried out the door, tripping on his own feet as his stumbling turned into a fast paced walk. His heart thudded louder the closer he got to the pond. He could see the weeping willow in the distance, its branches flowing slightly in the night breeze. 

(Y/N) was lost in her own little world. Eyes closed as she sat on a thick branch, back leaned against the body of the tree. The sound of twigs snapping and rustling of grass broke her from her thoughts. 

Her eyes shot open. Her breath caught in her throat. She covered her mouth to stifle the sound of her breathing. She pulled her feet up onto the branch to hide herself further. 

“Little bird..?” Doflamingo slurred out, reaching the base of the tree. 

He leaned against it with both hands, trying to steady himself. 

“Please…” He begged. 

Doflamingo knew she was there. He could sense her. 

“Come down… I beg of you…” He continued to plead. 

She didn’t answer. She didn’t come down. 

He slammed both fists against the tree, shaking her and its branches. It caused her to gasp as she gripped the branch she was on. 

“Please…” He sobbed. “I need you… Please…” 

Her eyes widened at the sound of his sobs. There was a slight pain in her chest. It was quick but intense. She was guilty. He was so weak and he was quite literally begging her to come back to him. 

Slowly she began to climb down from the tree as he choked on his sobs. He was now on his knees at the trunk, his fists clenched against the tree. He didn’t even notice she had climbed down on the opposite side until her hand was on his shoulder. 

He gasped, wiping her head around to face her as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“(Y/N) …” He whispered in disbelief. “Where— “he cut himself off, launching himself at the hem of her dress. 

She stumbled back in surprise as he gripped the silky fabric of her dress. He continued to bawl quietly, pressing his face to her thighs. 

“Doffy, please…” She begged him to stop, patting him on the shoulder awkwardly. 

“How could you leave me...?” He breathed out. 

“I didn’t leave… I just stepped out.” She explained. 

She was frightened by his sudden burst of emotions. She’d never seen anything like it. Before she could even regain her own composure he moved fast. Out of nowhere he swept her off of her feet, carrying her bridal style in his massive arms. 

“Hey!” She protested verbally but not physically. 

She was too drunk to argue any further and so was he. His tears dried up as they made their way back to the house in silence. He snuck in through the back and up the steps to his room. Karma was waiting for them exactly where he left her. 

Doflamingo placed (Y/N) down on the bed beside Karma. She peered up at him, noticing the stained tears on his cheeks. 

“Are you mad?” She asked anxiously, fiddling with her fingers. 

He shook his head silently. 

“I thought you left me for good.” He looked like he was going to cry again.

His bottom lip quivered as he sat on the bed next to her. He took her hand in his, letting his other hand brush the hair from her face. 

“Don’t scare me like that ever again. I thought I lost you.” He said breathlessly.

“Okay…” She reluctantly agreed. 

He continued to stroke her face softly before he said  something to her that he hadn’t even admitted  to himself yet. 

“I love you…”

Chapter 32

Summary:

Let me know if it needs any corrections! <3

 

She sat mere inches away from his face. Both of their lips just barely ajar at his sudden, heartfelt confession. He didn’t mean it. She thought. I didn’t mean to say it. He thought. 

 

The tears that were welling up in his eyes were now drifting down the creases of his face. He looked absolutely broken in their stunned moment of silence. (Y/N) took a deep breath. He clearly was waiting on a reply. 

 

“You don’t mean that.” She whispered, throat raw from drinking. 

 

Doflamingo's face contorted into one of utter despair. He lowered his head, looking into his own hands. 

 

“Don’t say that…” His voice quivered through tight teeth; fists clenched now.

 

“Doffy…” She begged him to look up at her without words. 

 

He hesitated. 

 

“Hey…” She placed a hand on both of his. 

 

The size difference between the two was something that couldn’t be ignored. He had big palms and long, slender fingers. They were double the size of a normal mans. Her touch made his posture soften. Finally, he peered up at her, rouge tears dripping from his jaw. 

 

“Please… I love you… Don’t deny me…” He pleaded pitifully. 

 

She looked down, biting at her bottom lip as she gripped his thumb. 

 

“This isn’t you. You’re drunk. I think you should lay down.” She gestured to the pillows behind them. 

 

He shook his head earnestly. 

 

“No… No. Not until you hear me.” He slurred in protest. 

 

(Y/N) sighed, letting go of his hand and rubbing both hands against her face, smearing her makeup. 

 

“Okay fine. What do you have to say then?” She placed her hands in her lap, giving him a patient and nurturing look.

 

Doflamingo looked stunned. Like he didn’t have anything he really wanted to say. And the truth was, he had a million things to say. But not now. Now he was completely blank. He just wanted her to say it back. 

 

The two of them just stared at one another. (Y/N) expectantly, and Doflamingo in awe that she was willing to listen after his outburst. She wasn’t scared. Not right now. He was weak. Not physically of course, no. But emotionally. 

 

Tears threatened to spill from underneath the sunglasses that hid his eyes. He choked them down, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. Only he couldn’t bring himself to. He just opened and closed his mouth. The lump in his throat prevented him from doing so. 

 

He’d never felt so weak. So helpless. Yet she was the only one he wanted. The only thing that could cure his ailment. 

 

(Y/N) felt guilty. She was absolutely shitfaced too. Hell, maybe more than him. Yet she had to push her inebriation to the side and tend to the wounded man before her. She feared that soon he would lash out if he didn’t receive the care, he so desperately craved. 

 

“It’s okay…” (Y/N) placed a cool hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears with her thumb. 

 

His breath caught in his throat as soon as he felt her fingertips on his skin.  He inhaled sharply. Doflamingo felt like he was in a daze. As if she had entranced him. He had always felt so in control but now… Now he felt like she owned him. 

 

“Don't do this to me…” He begged breathily. 

 

She paused.

 

“Don’t do what...?” She asked softly, tilting her head. 

 

However, he didn’t care to elaborate. He wasn’t even sure what he meant. Don’t what? Don’t touch me? Don’t ignore me?  Don’t hate me? Don’t make me feel this way? He didn’t know. He just hoped that whatever it was she was doing, she’d stop soon. 

 

She had driven him out of his mind since he caught her. With each day spent, as well as each night they slept side by side, he had been slowly falling deeper and deeper. And he hadn’t even noticed. As far as he knew, she was just his most recent fixation. 

 

To be fair, he had never been so infatuated before. Of course he had seen pretty women, unique, strong, smart, rich. None of them caught his attention like she did. He thought this was all for fun. That she’d be a perfect addition to his family. He never expected her to burrow so deeply into his brain. 

 

She was everything he hated. Soft, weak, delicate, passive. She just went with the flow, and he was the flow. They couldn’t be any more different. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his thoughts away from her. She was always there. Her image would flash in his mind, almost like a cruel joke. Like his body was taunting him for his adoration. 

 

She wasn’t just a future lover to him. No, she was so much more than that. She was a wife, mother, daughter, pet… Soulmate. His twin flame even. They were two sounds torn apart by the universe and he—no, Kuma—had brought them back together. 

 

It was beyond fate. They were destined to become one again. They’d rule together as equals—

 

“Uh…. Doffy..?” 

 

Her voice broke through his thoughts. 

 

“I’m sorry, I…. “ He swallowed hard, cutting himself off. 

 

“Go ahead… It’s okay.” She tried to sound gentle, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

 

Instead, he just collapsed. Almost immediately at her touch, as if it hurt him. He threw himself into her lap and began to sob silently. His shoulders shook with his cries. After a moment he tried to speak incoherently through his sobs. 

 

(Y/N) was indeed taken aback by him throwing himself into her arms. She’d never seen him behave this way before and she was almost certain no one else had either. Regardless of how surprised she truly was, she kept her composure and attempted to soothe the beast. 

 

“Huh...?” She leaned in closer, placing a hand on his back as he cried, trying to make out what he was saying. 

 

He lifted his face from her thighs. He didn’t face her. Just stared down into her lap. A string of saliva connected his lips to her dress. 

 

“Please…” He begged again. “Please…” He gripped her dress with both hands as he finally lifted his head to face her. 

 

He placed his right cheek down on her lap, letting the tears fall onto the fabric. 

 

“You can’t leave me… I’m begging you.” He sniffled like a grown child. 

 

She shushed him, stroking his blonde hair. This was the first time she had felt a true connection with him. Her heart swelled with guilt. She exhaled deeply before cooing softly to him. 

 

“I won’t leave.” She falsely promised. 

 

She knew she would have to leave someday. She wasn’t going to stay with him forever. But for now, it wasn’t a lie. She meant it. 

 

“Can we lay down?” She spoke to him in a tone reserved for children and animals. 

 

He faltered for a moment. Then, with his lips parted, he nodded. 

 

“Good. Thank you.” She stroked his hair all the way down to his chin in one slow, soft, movement. 

 

He shivered at her touch. He was utterly enamored. Doflamingo then pulled his head from her lap, pushing himself upright on the bed. He wiped his face on his sleeve in an attempt to compose himself. He stood on his two wobbly feet as he began to shed his clothes. He stood unsteady beside the bed, in nothing but zebra print briefs and his signature shades. 

 

(Y/N) stared up at the weakened tyrant before her. He seemed stronger now, still vulnerable, but he was holding himself better now. She was still in her dress. The dress that was now soaked in his tears. 

 

“I’m going to change. Then I’ll be in bed. Okay?” She asked. 

 

He nodded of course. What would he say? No?

 

Once changed, she returned to find Doflamingo sprawled out on top of the sheets, completely knocked out. He was flat on his back, looking like a starfish in a speedo. There was hardly any room for her in the bed as he was dead center. 

 

As she approached the bed, she stared at him. She knew he wouldn’t wake. He was far too drunk. She just stood at the edge of the bed and watched as his chest heaved with each breath. It felt like she was watching a tiger at the zoo. Like she was on the other side of the glass. Safe. She could finally stare at him without having to worry about grabbing his attention. 

 

She could only imagine what he’d say if he saw her staring at him like this. 

 

“See something you like, pajarito?” He’d tease. 

 

“I can take it all off if you’d prefer.” He’d flirt. 

 

But for now. She could look without fear. (Y/N) took in his appearance as a whole. He was truly a beautiful man. His tanned skin, his well-defined muscles that protruded. Despite his age, the skin on his body was taut around the muscles. No wrinkles in sight.

 

That was until she moved to his face. He had just a hint of lines on his forehead from scowling as well as faint smile lines alongside his cheeks. Doflamingo's face was just as beautiful. He looked so relaxed. His defined jawline, high gorgeous cheekbones, it all suited him so. 

 

Oh, how she wished she could see his eyes. She wondered what color they were. Blue? Brown? Maybe even red. What was he hiding under there? Did he have scars? Was he secretly blind? Maybe he’s wall-eyed? The thought made her smile.  

 

Imagine. The Donquioxte Doflamingo, looking in two different directions. A weakness he tried to hide. She shook her head, ridding herself of the insulting thoughts. She sighed and crawled into bed next to him, trying to not stir the sleeping giant. 

 

Doflamingo dreamed hard that night. Tossing and turning the whole time. Thankfully, (Y/N) was too exhausted to wake while he was having night terrors. He moaned and groaned in his sleep, muttering names that no longer had meaning. 

 

He dreamed of him. Rosinante. 

 

He dreamed of him often. He wouldn’t say it, but the guilt and regret ate him alive on the daily. The dream was always the same every time. It was the day he killed him. Gun to his brother’s face as the snow fell around them. 

 

The gunshot always woke him. But not this time, no. He shot his brother. As he did every night. But this time, he wanted to look. To see his brother’s face once he was dead. But it wasn’t him. Rosinante wasn’t the one dead in the snow. It was (Y/N). There was a bullet dead in the center of her forehead. He didn’t shoot Rosi in the face. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. So why did he do it to her? Blood pooled from her pouty lips, her eyes milky and empty. 

 

Her body then began to rot before him. Her skin pulled tight against her skeleton as her body decayed. Her once (S/C) skin was now gray and covered in maggots. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to wake himself. With a gasp, he shot upright in bed. His heart thudded in his chest. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. It was late. Past two. All of the guests had left his mansion. No one had come looking for their king. He missed half of his party. 

 

Meanwhile, his other half lay soundly asleep beside him, Karma between them. She mewed up at him. Almost as if she was asking if he was alright. He calmed himself. The images still flashing in his mind, but he tried to push it away. 

 

He reached a hand out to stroke Karma’s fur. She purred in thanks, closing her eyes as he lulled her to sleep again. He then turned his attention towards (Y/N)'s sleeping form on the other side of the mattress. The memories of what he had said, what he had done. It all hit him at once. 

 

His face turned bright right. He was absolutely humiliated. He cupped his face with both hands. How could he behave like that? Especially in front of someone who was supposed to be beneath him. It was disgraceful. He was a king, and she was his plaything. And yet there he was, bawling his eyes out, clinging to her dress. 

 

He threw himself back onto the pillows, grabbing one and covering up his face. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He feared he may wake her and start his nonsense again. How would he deal with this tomorrow? What would he say when the family inevitably asked about his disappearance? 

 

He grumbled into his pillow. He’d deal with it tomorrow. But for now, he was exhausted and hungover. He needed to sleep.

Chapter 33

Notes:

Let me know if there is anything I need to correct. <3

Doflamingo woke up early the next morning. The sun hadn’t fully risen before his bare feet hit the floor. (Y/N) was still soundly asleep in the bed, wrapped in silk sheets with Karma 

practically sleeping on her head. 

 

He slid from the mattress with quiet ease, trying not to wake her. His head throbbed as he lifted his head from the pillow. His eyes felt like they were going to explode. The repercussions of his drunken behavior from last night were really starting to hit. 

 

Doflamingo tip-toed to the bathroom. He stood at the sink, hands on both sides of the basin. His disgusted reflection staring back at him in the mirror. He hated himself at that moment. 

 

His knuckles were white from his right grip. The signature glasses he wore were askew on his handsome face. He looked sickly. Skin pale, cheeks concave. And he felt it too. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t a young man anymore. He couldn’t party like he was twenty-three. He was forty. Forty. 

 

That hurt. He didn’t want to be forty. Before he could pity himself further, his mouth began to fill with saliva and his stomach twisted with nausea. He quickly threw himself to the floor beside the toilet before he began to heave. 

 

The sounds of him vomiting woke (Y/N). Her (E/C) eyes fluttered open at the sound of him retching. At first, she didn’t recognize the sound in her sleepy daze. But once she realized he was gone— the realization hit her. The king was in the bathroom, puking his godly guts out. 

 

Doflamingo hardly had anything left to puke. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse to be puking up bile. He couldn’t see her right now. He couldn’t face her after his behavior last night. He was absolutely mortified. 

 

Once his belly was finally empty, he hung over the bowl for a moment, eyes closed. The sweat that pooled on the back of his neck was now cold, sending a viscous cold chill through his body as he shuddered. 

 

There was a soft knocking at the door. His eyes shot open, and his neck snapped in the direction of the door. 

 

“Hey…” (Y/N)’s raspy morning voice spoke out to him. “You good...?” 

 

Doflamingo didn’t answer. He quickly flushed the toilet and pulled himself from the floor. He couldn’t let her see him so weak. Not again. He rushed to the sink, stumbling on his feet as he rinsed his face and mouth. 

 

She knocked again. 

 

“Doffy..?” There was slight concern in her tone this time. 

 

The door wasn’t locked. She could enter anytime she wanted. Yet she chose to respect his privacy. Doflamingo looked over her appearance once more in the mirror before his shaky hand pulled at the door handle. 

 

Her much smaller form stood before him, looking up in confusion and slight concern. 

Neither one said anything for a moment. He just stared down at her. He feared he might puke on her if he opened his mouth. 

 

“You okay...?” She tilted her head up all the way to look him in the face. 

 

Even in his sickened, hungover state, it made his heart flutter. 

 

“I'm fine.” He mumbled out, throat raw. 

 

She nodded, taking a step back to allow him space. He stepped past her and sat back down on the mattress, head in his hands. Karma, of course, stretched from her spot on the pillows and trotted towards him, mewing what he assumed was a ‘good morning’. 

 

“Not now cat.” He pushed her away gently as she brushed her soft head against his arm. 

 

“Aww, poor baby.” (Y/N) cooed. 

 

Doflamingo perked his head up, excitement flashed beneath his sunglasses briefly before he realized she was talking to the cat. He put his head back down in disappointment, his head still throbbing. 

 

(Y/N) snatched Karma from the bed, giving her the affection she was craving. The affection Doflamingo was craving too. He watched as she cuddled her face into the cat's fur. The two of them nuzzled each other affectionately. 

 

He looked on in jealousy as well as embarrassment. He wanted to be that damn cat. He wanted to be the one who got kissed on the forehead, to be the one who revived her unconditional love. 

 

The words he cried last night rang through his mind. 

 

“I love you…” 

 

He was disgusted with himself. A king, Warlord, pirate, former Celestial Dragon, a grown man, groveling at the feet of some twenty-something-year-old girl. Now he was jealous of a fucking cat. Doflamingo grumbled and groaned under his breath, face against his palms. 

 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but huff in amusement. She knew better than to bring up the events of last night. And honestly, she didn’t want to talk about it either. Things were awkward enough as is. 

 

There was suddenly a knocking at the door. It wasn’t loud but it was stern. 

 

“Young Master...?” A nasally voice called out from beyond the door. 

 

Doflamingo sighed in his hands. He stood, snatching up his flamboyant robe from the back of the bathroom door. He slipped it on quickly as he moved towards the door. He cracked open the door just enough to reveal Trebol standing on the other side. 

 

He looked worried and yet relieved. 

 

“What is it, Trebol?” Doflamingo mumbled. 

 

“Doffy! What happened to ya?” He whined, “You just disappeared from the party last night. Diamanté said you lost the girl and that— “ 

 

Doflamingo held up a hand, cutting him off. “I’m fine. It’s nothing to concern yourself with. She’s here with me now.”

 

Trebol peered past Doflamingo through the crack in the door. (Y/N) stood a few feet behind Doflamingo, Karma still in her hands. The two of them being equally as nosy. 

 

Trebol didn’t say anything for a moment. Doflamingo’s behavior had been strange since she got here but this was downright bizarre. He never missed a party. Especially one of his own. It wasn’t unlike him to slip away with a woman or two during a party, but he always came back.  

 

“Well…” Trebol was at a loss for words. 

 

He knew better than to question Doflamingo but he had so many questions. 

 

“Send for some coffee. I won’t be attending breakfast.” Doflamingo rubbed his temple as he spoke. 

 

Trebol cracked a crooked smile, snot hanging from his nose. “Had too much to drink did ya, Doffy?” 

 

Doflamingo grumbled in return, “Just do as you’re told.” He shut the door in his face promptly. 

 

Doflamingo stood with his hand pressed to the frame for a moment, listening to make sure Trebol shuffled on somewhere before turning his back. Without even glancing at (Y/N), he swiftly moved past her and to his bar cart in the corner. The only cure for a hangover was to drink more, so that’s what he did. He poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it on an empty stomach. 

 

“You’re fucking sick.” (Y/N) watched in disgust and awe.

 

Doflamingo kept his mouth tightly shut. He feared that shot might come up with his retort. Instead, he proceeded to rifle through his dresser. He needed a shower. Bad. 

 

“I’m taking a shower.”  He choked out, heading towards the bathroom. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t reply. She just watched as he left. As the door clicked, she released the cat onto the mattress before pulling herself back up on it. Flopping down on her back, she sighed in relief. She needed some time to think. 

 

The way he sobbed in her lap was burned into her eyelids. Everytime she closed her eyes she could see it. It made her heart ache. Yet she couldn’t help but let a grin spread wide across her face. Why? It was because she truly realized the power, she had over him. 

 

He had been crumbling further and further each day and last night was finally his breaking point. He was under her thumb now. He’d do anything for her. She knew it now. She clapped a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She had to be careful. Regardless of how in love he was, he was still unstable and was big enough to throw her across the room one handed. 

 

(Y/N) laid on the bed, listening to the sound of running water, wondering if he was thinking about the same thing. Of course he was. There was no way he was too drunk to remember. 

 

Doflamingo was indeed thinking about last night. How could he not? He made a complete ass of himself. Doflamingo sat in the bottom of the shower. Eyes closed and glasses off. When he removed them, all he could think about was how grateful he was that he didn’t take them off last night. 

 

He allowed the warm water to cascade over his large form. He was grimy and sweat stained from his tantrum last night. Doflamingo could feel his face heating up in embarrassment. Not just at his confession but due to how he freaked out in front of his guests. Everyone there were wealthy and powerful connections he had made throughout the last ten years. 

 

‘God, how fucking humiliating…’

 

He didn’t even have the guts to face the family. He didn’t want to have to explain his disappearance last night. He could imagine how they’d all press him. It was all her fault. He clenched his fists. Not in anger but in defeat. 

 

He stood. Cutting the shower off. (Y/N) perked up from the bed at the sound. She had to wipe the smirk from her face before he emerged. He might flip his lid if he sees her with that shit eating grin on her face. 

 

Doflamingo soon stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day. (Y/N) could smell the steam that emerged from the bathroom. It smelled musky like his cologne. He had everything on but his coat and shoes. His socked feet thudded across the floor before stopping at his bar cart once more. 

 

(Y/N) watched as he poured himself another shot, gulping it down like water. As he slammed the glass down, there was a second knock on the door. Doflamingo snapped and pointed for (Y/N) to get the door. She rolled her eyes but obliged, hopping down from the bed with a thud.

 

She cracked the door open to check who it was. Thankfully, it was just one of the servants with the coffee. She stepped aside, letting the woman enter with the cart. She bowed before leaving quickly, not making eye contact with either one. 

 

Doflamingo moved the cart over to the couch and table before preparing them both a cup of coffee. Just like he had done when she first arrived. His facial expression didn’t match his kind gesture. He looked sickly, irritated even. 

 

(Y/N) moved to sit on the couch beside him. She sat on the complete opposite end. Tense and awkward. She looked sideways at him as he poured. 

 

“You okay?” She asked quietly. 

 

Doflamingo cleared his throat before plastering a fake smile on his face. 

 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He spoke in a mock cheerful tone. 

 

“Maybe because you just puked your guts up, then took two shots.” She retorted.

 

He chuckled lowly in return, handing her an oversized mug. He crossed one of his long legs over the over, draping his equally long arm on the back of the couch behind her head as he sipped from his own mug. 

 

She couldn’t help but admire his figure from this angle. He was massive in comparison and at first it made her anxious. But after his dramatic confession last night, she feared him a little less. She felt like maybe he wouldn’t actually hurt her. But then again, she couldn’t trust him either. At the end of the day, she was being held here against her own free will. 

 

Doflamingo was desperate to know why she ran away from him last night. Yet at the same time he didn’t want his meltdown to be acknowledged. He refused to be a coward. It’d get brought up eventually and it’d be best to discuss it with her before Trebol gets ahold of him again. 

 

Doflamingo set the mug down on the coffee table before clearing his throat to gain her attention. Her eyes flickered towards him as she removed the cup from her lips, following suit and placing it on the table as well. 

 

He rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, turning his upper body slightly to face her.

 

“So, want to tell me why you ditched me at my birthday party last night?” As the words left his lips, he immediately regretted asking. 

 

The look on her face told him everything about her reply as she squinted her eyes and sneered. 

 

“I don’t know. Want to tell me what your meltdown was about last night?” She replied snarkily. 

 

His fake grin fell from his face and his lip twitched along with his fingers. He knew she’d bring it up. Maybe it was best she did. 

 

“You first.” He said calmly. 

 

He refused to lose his mind again. Not over something this small. She was trying to rile him up. And he knew it too. 

 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

 

“I just wanted some fresh air. It was stuffy and loud in there.” She shrugged it off casually. 

 

It’s not like she was lying. It was the truth. She just wanted away from the noise. From him. And of course, to get under his skin but she wasn’t going to willingly admit to that. 

 

He didn’t reply right away. He just chewed anxiously on his bottom lip. 

 

“Fresh air, huh?” He replied skeptically. 

 

She raised a brow and nodded, humming in agreement. 

 

“So, what was up with you last night?” (Y/N) asked without hesitation, reaching for her coffee cup again. 

 

Doflamingo gulped. His jaw tensed and the vein in his forehead protruded in irritation. 

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He feigned innocence. 

 

“Bullshit.” She called him out. 

 

“Honest.” He held up one hand and put the other on his chest, his smirk returning. “Seems I had one too many.” 

 

(Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

 

“Fine, whatever.” She gave up quickly. 

 

Doflamingo looked satisfied that she dropped the subject. However something else came to mind, a topic he’d rather switch to. 

 

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you pajarito,” He picked his mug up. “When is your birthday? You’ll be twenty-four, won’t you?” He asked. 

 

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Her face didn’t reflect her pounding chest and tight breathing. She wanted to keep it from him for as long as possible. But unfortunately, her time was up. 

 

“Oh um…. I already had it.”  She said simply, shrugging it off as if it were nothing. 

 

His face dropped. 

 

“What? When?” He said quickly, leaning in. 

 

“Like a couple weeks ago or something…” she said nonchalantly. 

 

He looked dumbfounded. 

 

“A couple weeks ago? What day?” He demanded. 

 

“Oh, I don’t even remember….” She waved him off. “It’s stupid really, not even important.” She mumbled. 

 

“You don’t remember your own birthday? Liar. Tell me.” He demanded, this time looking more furious. 

 

“The sixteenth.” She answered. 

 

Doflamingo's eyes widened. His mouth opened in disbelief. Her birthday was exactly a week before his. And yet she said nothing. 

 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asked. 

 

She shrugged again. 

 

“It’s not a big deal really.” 

 

He scoffed. 

 

“Not a big deal? We could’ve had a joint birthday party!” He complained. 

 

(Y/N) shook her head in disgust. 

 

“No thanks. Not my thing. That’s why I kept it to myself. I knew you’d try and make it some big deal.” 

 

Doflamingo’s feelings looked almost hurt. Why wouldn’t she want to share a birthday with him? Did she think he’d steal the spotlight? Well, maybe he would— but that’s beside the point. She didn’t even trust him enough to disclose something as simple as her birthday.  

 

It truly did hurt him and yet it made him realize how selfish he truly was being. Now that he thought about it, he never asked her about her birthday. Honestly, he just assumed she wouldn’t cooperate with any personal questions. That and he was more concerned with owning her than knowing her. 

 

Doflamingo stood abruptly, placing his coffee down. (Y/N) stared up at him in anxious confusion. 

 

“What are you doing?” She asked. 

 

He didn’t look down at her, just walked off towards the door as he spoke.

 

“I’ll be back later. Pick your own clothes out. I don’t have time for it today.” He spoke hatefully as he left the room, shutting the door harshly behind him. 

 

(Y/N) was left in silence, wondering what she even did wrong. It’s not like she lied. However, what she didn’t know was that he wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself.

Chapter 34

Notes:

Happy Easter and if y'all don't celebrate Easter, happy 4/20! <3

Doflamingo stormed down the hall. He was so upset with himself he didn’t even bother to put his shoes on before stomping off to his office. He swung open the door, slamming it shut behind him. He then threw himself into his chair roughly. 

 

The fact that she kept that information hidden from him infuriated him. Yet he wasn’t truly mad at her. He was mad that he didn’t even bother to ask. He was so wrapped up in the preparation for his own party that he Couldn’t even be bothered to ask when her birthday was. 

 

Doflamingo had and always will be a selfish man. Hell, he kidnapped a woman just because he liked her. If that’s not selfish he didn’t know what was. He hardly asked any questions about her. Not that she’d answer but it was the fact that he didn’t even bother. He only ever talked about himself. 

 

There were so many things he wanted to ask her. Who was she before she became a pirate? What role did she play on the Strawhats crew? How did she join? What was her family like? 

 

He tried to ask her simpler questions like what her favorite color and food was, but she didn’t exactly cooperate. He gave up too quickly, he should’ve pushed it. She was like an unruly child; she needed his discipline. However, he had no intention of punishing her. 

 

Maybe he could coerce her to tell him the things he needed to know. Afterall, she would soon be his life partner. She practically was anyways, right? In his delusional mind she was anyway. Doflamingo spun thoughtfully in his chair, pen between his two pointer fingers. 

How could he get into her mind? She wasn’t exactly cooperative, and he craved to know every detail of her life. 

 

What was her childhood like? Did she have parents? How many past lovers had she had? That last thought burned a hole through him. He hated the thought of another man touching her. As much as it pained him to think about it, he needed to know. 

 

The rising jealousy in his gut evaporated almost immediately. A thought had popped into his head. The perfect plan. 

 

Violet. 

 

Doflamingo yanked open his desk drawer, pulling out one of his transponder snails and calling for her. It rang for a few moments before the woman picked up. 

 

“Yes, Young Master? What is it?” Her voice echoed politely through the snail's mouth. 

 

“Ah, Viola. I have an important mission for you. If you could swing by my office I’d like to discuss it with you, promptly.” Doflamingo feigned politeness back into the receiver. 

 

“Yes sir, I’ll be there immediately.” 

 

Click.

 

Doflamingo placed the snail back into his desk with a smug, satisfied look on his face. He kicked up both of his socked feet onto the desk and leaned back, hands behind his head as he waited on Violet. 

 

Violet had quite the unique devil fruit power. It allowed her to see and hear the thoughts of others. She was clairvoyant. He hoped that Violet would be able to see into (Y/N)’s mind. Maybe if he was lucky, Violet could replay some of (Y/N)’s memories for him. Over, and over, and over again. Engrave her thoughts and life into his own. 

 

Violet's soft knocking broke him from his thoughts. 

 

“Come in.” He called out. 

 

The door creaked open to reveal the dark-haired woman he requested. Silently, he ushered for her to take a seat across from his desk. She of course obliged. 

 

“What was it you needed to discuss with me, sir?” She asked, her hands in her lap. 

 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our newest family member is a bit…” He paused for a moment to think of the right word. “Standoffish. And I wanted to see if you could possibly get to know her a little better, if you catch my drift.” Doflamingo pressed his fingertips together, looking sinister as ever. 

 

Violet nodded.

 

“Yes, Young Master. How should I go about this?” She inquired. 

 

Doflamingo paused for a moment. (Y/N) seemed to prefer the company of women over him or any other man in the family. So, this was his best option. 

 

“I want you to get close to her. Be her friend. But don’t be afraid to use your powers to see inside that pretty little head of hers. I want you to bring something back to me. Something good.” He demanded. 

 

Violet nodded again. A guilty look on her face. 

She stood to leave. But as her hand reached the handle, he stopped her. 

 

“Oh, and Viola— “ 

 

She stopped and looked back.

 

“Do be careful. She’s a wild little thing.” Doflamingo’s fingers brushed the scar on his throat, his grin wide in excitement at the memory. 

 

(Y/N) remained in the bedroom, pacing anxiously. Had she really fucked up this time? Was he really that pressed over a stupid fucking birthday? She nervously spun the rings on her fingers, eyes glancing back to the door every few seconds. 

 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. (Y/N) snapped her head in the direction of the sound. She hoped and feared it was him. Of course it was not. It was someone better. It was the woman from the pool the other day. 

 

She peeked her head inside the room, scanning it until their eyes met in the center. 

 

“May I come in?” The woman asked. 

 

(Y/N) nodded silently. She didn’t understand what type of game Doflamingo was playing at by sending a woman here. 

 

“Where is he?” (Y/N) asked without hesitation. 

 

Violet already had a lie planned out. 

 

“Oh, the Young Master is busy today, so he asked if I’d spend the day with you.” She said softly yet believable. 

 

“Oh…” She replied, sounding almost disappointed. 

 

“There’s a fight at the coliseum; he asked me to take you. He was going to, but something came up.” She lied again. 

 

Although there truly was something going on down at the coliseum, not that he was going to take her, but it was the perfect plan in her mind. She’d take her out, gain her trust, and while she’s distracted, she’d crawl her way into (Y/N)’s skull and nose around until she found something interesting to return with. 

 

“Well okay then I guess. Let me get dressed.” (Y/N) reluctantly agreed. 

 

Violet smiled and nodded. Before exiting the room and waiting out in the hall. It was rather cold that day, so she decided to dress for the weather. She put on a long sleeved, black, turtleneck dress that reached just above the floor. It was sleek and tight, showing off her desirable figure. She left her hair messy and down. 

 

Her boots clicked against the floor as she exited, meeting Violet in the hall. Violet smiled softly when she saw her.

 

“You look beautiful.” She complimented. 

 

(Y/N) just raised a brow, looking down at her own, what she assumed was casual attire. 

 

“Oh, thank you….” She said awkwardly. 

 

The walk through the city was quiet and tense. They didn’t share very many words as they made their way to the coliseum. (Y/N) walked beside Violet, arms crossed as they walked side-by-side. Anytime Violet tried to strike up a conversation, (Y/N) would just hum or grunt in response. 

 

Once they reached the coliseum, they weren’t required to purchase tickets. The guards just bowed, waving them on. Violet led her up to Doflamingo’s personal and private viewing box. The coliseum stands were already filled to the brim with screaming fans and spectators. There were no gladiators in the arena yet.

 

The clouds casted over the sun, leaving the air bleak, cold, and gray. It looked as though it would rain at any given moment. Luckily, Doflamingo’s private box was sheltered from the weather. There were two large, throne-like chairs in the center. Both were insanely huge. They even seemed too big for Doflamingo. The wood was painted gold, and the cushions were a bright red velvet-like material. 

 

The two women took their seats as the crowd cheered on beneath them. Violet turned to try and speak to her once more. 

 

“So, (Y/N)… How do you like Dressrosa so far?” She tried to sound genuine, plastering a smile on her face. 

 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and scoffed. “It’d be better if I was here of my own free will. 

 

Violet chuckled lightly at her response. “I understand. But Dressrosa has always been a beautiful city. Even before—” She stopped abruptly, almost as if she had unintentionally brought up an unwanted memory. 

 

(Y/N) paid no mind to her. As the gladiators finally began to come out into the arena, (Y/N) turned her attention away from Violet and towards the triumphant men who came marching out to the tune of ‘Entry of the Gladiators’. 

 

Violet took this opportunity to peer into (Y/N)’s mind while she was distracted. 

She circled her thumb and first finger around her eye, using her devil fruit to peer into her thoughts. At first, she couldn’t see or hear anything. Just static. It was like trying to tune a radio. She would catch a word here and there between the garbled noise. Words like, ‘stupid’, ‘Doflamingo’, ‘Luffy’.

 

The harder she focussed, the louder the static became. It was starting to hurt. Violet’s head began to throb, her vision blurring. She quickly removed her fingers away from her eyes, averting her attention down at her feet as she panted quietly. (Y/N) took notice of her distressed state. 

 

“You good?” She asked casually, almost as if she didn’t even care, like she was just being kind. 

 

Violet rubbed her temple and hummed in agreement as she nodded slowly.

 

“I’m fine, thank you. Just a migraine, that's all.” 

 

(Y/N) shrugged it off and continued to watch the men battle below. 

 

“Stupid men.” She mumbled, shaking her head. 

 

Violet needed a break from her. Something felt wrong about this. She had done it a million times before for her master. But something was off about this girl. Her mind was almost impenetrable. No one had ever caused her this much trouble. Let alone physical pain. She was almost afraid to try it again. 

 

Violet took a deep breath, steadying herself before giving it another go. Yet again, she took her circled fingers and attempted to peer inside her brain once more. This time yielded better results but at the cost of Violet's health. 

 

As she squinted her eyes, and focused her mind, an image flashed amidst the static. It was nothing serious. Nothing important. Just a memory. It was from (Y/N)’s point of view. It was her, Violet assumed it was when she was a child. It seemed that she was in a classroom. A notebook in front of her as she took notes from the board in front of her. The room was filled with other children. It was unlike any classroom Violet had seen before. 

 

Suddenly the memory disappeared into nothing. Static yet again. But this time Violet felt a sharp stabbing pain in the center of her forehead. 

 

“Ahh!” She cried out, placing a hand in the center of her forehead as she shut her eyes tightly. 

 

(Y/N) snapped her head in her direction. Violet was doubled over in pain, eyes clenched tightly, and teeth bared. 

 

“Are you sure you’re, okay? Maybe we should head back.” She sounded genuinely concerned this time. 

 

She stood from her chair and offered Violet a hand. Violet was taken aback but took her hand, anyway, nodding slowly. 

 

“Yes, I think I’d like to go home. I’m sorry.” She apologized, head down in guilt.

 

“Hey, it’s no big deal.” (Y/N) assured her, helping her stand from the chair. 

 

(Y/N) and Violet left the coliseum with haste. Violet’s head was no longer pounding but she laid it on thick regardless. She didn’t want to have to get inside her head ever again. Besides, she had to report back to Doflamingo anyways. Once back at the palace, Violet led (Y/N) back to Doflamingo’s room. As they reached the door, (Y/N) turned to her. 

 

“You sure you’re good?” She asked, eyeing her suspiciously. 

 

Violet faked a pained smile. “Yes, thank you. I think I’m just going to lie down for the rest of the day. I do apologize for cutting our day short. Maybe next time?” 

 

And with that she turned on her heel and began to walk down the corridor. (Y/N) shook her head and stepped into the empty room. The only person there to greet her was Karma. The feline jumped down from the windowsill and trotted over happily, meowing. (Y/N) picked her up and plopped down on the bed. She remained deep in thought as she laid there. What the hell was Doflamingo up to? What information was he after? He knew her birthday now, so what was he trying to get her to find out? 

 

Doflamingo sat in his office, sipping wine and filling out paperwork. That was until a soft rapping on the door interrupted him. He knew who it was. He just wasn’t expecting her back so soon. 

 

“Come in.” He called out to her. 

 

Violet entered slowly and cautiously. By the look on her face, he could tell that the mission didn’t go as planned. 

 

“Well, what did you see? Show it to me.” He said eagerly, ushering her towards him. 

 

Violet didn’t move. She just stood there, fidgeting with her hands in front of her. 

 

“Thing’s didn’t go as planned.” She admitted, staring down at the floor.

Doflamingo straightened up, his grin faltering.

 

“What do you mean? What happened? Didn’t I give you a simple enough task?” He hissed. 

 

Violet cowered, gulping nervously. 

 

“There’s something wrong with her…” 

 

Doflamingo slammed both fists down on the desk, causing her to gasp.

 

“Watch your tongue! There’s nothing wrong with her! Maybe there’s something wrong with you, considering you can’t handle a simple request!” He snarled, now standing.

 

Violet’s eyes widened in fear as she sputtered out. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I can’t see her thoughts.” She explained frantically. 

 

Doflamingo huffed, clearly unamused. 

 

“And why the hell not?” He took his seat back, calming himself. 

 

Violet shook her head. 

 

“I’m not sure. It all sounds like static, like I’m trying to tune a radio. I thought you said she was an average woman. No Haki or devil fruit.” She replied. 

 

Doflamingo sat silently for a moment, thinking about what she said. 

 

“Static, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, placing his fingertips together. 

 

Violet nodded quickly. “Yes, like static. It’s loud but yet I hear nothing. Although I managed to get one memory.” 

 

Doflamingo perked up, eyes wide. 

 

“Show it to me.” He demanded. 

 

“But— “She protested. 

 

“Enough!” He yelled. “Show me! Now!” 

 

She flinched but nodded. She took slow deliberate steps towards him before she circled her fingers and placed them to his forehead. Doflamingo looked excited as he leaned in, ready for a glimpse into the mind of his newest obsession. 

 

He could see from (Y/N)’s point of view. She sat at a desk in a brightly lit classroom. The site was unfamiliar to him. It was unlike any other classroom he had ever been in. 

 

The desks were all singles and in rows, each desk was filled by another student. (Y/N) appeared to be sitting in the back row. He could smell what she smelled. It smelled like musty old pages and disinfectant.

 

In the front of the classroom was a man. He assumed the professor. He was writing on a whiteboard in marker. (Y/N) was taking notes with a blue pen. He couldn’t quite make out what she was writing. Her head looked up and down quickly to try and keep up. 

 

And that was it. Violet pulled back from Doflamingo. He clearly looked unsatisfied. He frowned, scowling and furrowing his brows. 

 

“More.” He demanded. 

 

“That’s all I could retrieve.”  She answered. 

 

Violet was telling the truth, and he knew it. All he saw was what she saw. And for now, it was good enough.

Notes:

Also, I'm thinking about making a playlist to listen to while writing this, so if y'all have any song recommendation's lmk.

Chapter 35

Notes:

TW!! Uncomfortable sexual content

Here's a playlist with songs that remind me of Doflamingo that match up with the story.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/39pmV1WTWJ25c1ChsBqdx2?si=4b09832500b443ce

Doflamingo didn’t return to his personal quarters after his meeting with Violet. He remained in his office, pacing. He turned away any and everyone who turned up at his door. All he could do was think about what Violet said. 

 

“Static…” he would say periodically, repeating Violet’s words. 

 

What did that even mean? Maybe she did possess a power he was unaware of. Maybe whatever power she possessed was the reason for his affliction. If it was a devil fruit, he had never heard of it. Honestly, he wasn’t so sure that’s what it was either. Haki maybe? No. That didn’t make sense either. 

 

And it’s not like the girl was a witch. Right? No. Doflamingo shook the ridiculous thought from his head. The thought of her casting a spell on him made him chuckle, shaking his head. 

 

He couldn’t seem to get her memory out of his head. The smell of the books, her handwriting, and the way she seemed so focused. Doflamingo was enthralled by the fact that she was an educated woman. He wondered how long she was there for. What did she study? Why did she quit to become a pirate? So many thoughts crossed his mind. Just when he thought he had her all figured out, he learned something that furthered her mystery. 

 

Doflamingo poured himself glass after glass of brandy. With each drink, she made less and less sense to him. The clock soon struck midnight, and he decided it would be best if he went back to the room to confront the girl. However, when he entered the room, it was pitch black and (Y/N) was curled up in his bed, soundly sleeping with Karma purring on his pillow. 

 

The vision before him was an ethereal beauty. Her (H/L), (H/C) tresses were strewn across her pillow as she laid face down. He could see her back heave gently with each silent breath. She was completely sprawled out on her side of the bed. Her leg was hiked up, and her nightgown was bunched up around her hips.  

 

Doflamingo couldn’t help himself but to trace a finger from her Achilles heel all the way up the back of her exposed thigh, right below her ass. It took everything in him to not grab a handful of what rightfully belonged to him. But no. He wanted her to want it first. To make her beg for him to touch her. 

 

Instead, he withdrew his hand and began to undress himself until he was left in his underwear and glasses. He always slept in them. At least since she fell into his grasp. He feared she might wake in the night and look over to see his true face. He couldn’t bear the thought of her seeing him in his most vulnerable state. 

 

He stood at the edge of the bed, watching for a moment as she slept. Oh, how he wished he could wake her from her sleep. To kiss those soft lips of hers until those pretty (E/C) eyes fluttered open. Ever since that evening at the pool, he wanted nothing more than to taste her again. To taste all of her. 

 

He wanted—No. Needed to feel her tongue tangled with his own. To hear her cries of pleasure as she bites down on his bottom lip. He craved it. He craved her. She meant everything to him, and he had no intentions of ever letting her go. 

 

Doflamingo laid by her side. His hand pressed to his throbbing dick. He tried to press it down. To conceal it in case she awoke. The other hand was pressed to his mouth to muffle any sound that came out. He had already shooed the cat from the bed, so it was just the two of them. He had touched himself to the thought of her many times, but never with her beside him.

 

This made him feel a mixture of emotions. Mainly just arousal and guilt. He’d prefer it if he could just wake her up and beg her to let him shove his face between her legs. It felt wrong but hot to do it next to her unknowing form. God, how he wanted her to watch. 

 

He then released himself from the confines of his tight boxers. His member was already dripping with anticipation. Just the thought of her beneath him was enough to make him explode. He gripped the base of his dick before he slowly began stroking himself to the sight of her sleeping form. 

 

As he pumped his fist around his pulsating cock, he thought about the bath they shared. How he placed her pert breast between his teeth and sucked. The thought alone caused him to groan in satisfaction. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. He had been pent up for weeks. Doflamingo quickened his pace as he panted beneath his hand. His eyes never left her body as he spilled his seed all over his fist and stomach. As he came, his mind was flooded with images of her tight cunt wrapped around him. Bouncing and pleading for him to fill her to the brim. 

 

Doflamingo removed his sweaty hand from his mouth as he began to come down from his high. He watched as his member deflated, leaking still. As he gave her one final glance he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in his belly. He just pushed it down. Ignored it as he pulled himself quietly from the sheets and to the restroom to clean up his mess. 

 

While he cleaned up the remnants of his love for her, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He instantly felt… Ashamed? Doflamingo had never felt so bad in his life. He never had post-nut clarity like this before. What was so different this time? He’d pleased himself to her image on many occasions while alone in his office. Or even in the shower with her in the next room. 

 

Why feel bad about it now? Was it because she was right there? He felt as though he violated her. He threw the rag he’d cleaned himself with into the hamper hastily. He couldn’t face himself in the mirror again. So, he flipped off the light and made his way back into the bedroom. 

 

That night he didn’t lay a finger on her. He always held her tight during the night. But he felt he’d pushed her boundaries enough as is. Even without her knowledge he still couldn’t erase the feeling of guilt brewing in his gut. Instead, he kept to his side of the bed, his back facing her as he slept. 

 

By the next morning, his guilt still hadn’t subsided. But when he finally gained the courage to roll over and greet her, she was gone. Doflamingo immediately shot up out of bed. Standing naked by the bed. Then the sound of the toilet flushing calmed his nerves. A few moments later (Y/N) exited the bathroom. On sight, (Y/N) sneered.

 

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Doffy!” She complained, turning her head and shielding her eyes from his nude form. 

 

Her typical disgust made him smile. He wasn’t happy she was repulsed by his body, but he was happy that she didn’t abandon him in the night. He feared she found out what he had done. And there it was. That gnawing guilt was back. The smile vanished from his face almost immediately. 

 

“I… I’m sorry, love. I’ll put something on…” Doflamingo said shamefully. 

 

His tone threw her off. (Y/N) removed her hand and faced him again as he threw on a robe. She had never heard him sound ashamed of himself. Yet she still wasn’t a fan of him sleeping naked next to her without her knowledge. Hell, she didn’t even know he was there at all last night. 

 

She watched awkwardly as he slipped on his robe. She couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on him for a moment too long as he adjusted himself in the mirror. Doflamingo caught her eye in the mirror. His shameful expression shifted immediately to one of smug arrogance. He stood taller, a smirk now gracing his features. 

 

“See something you like?” He teased. 

 

(Y/N) averted her eyes as if she wasn’t looking, crossing her arms across her chest in a pouty manner. 

 

“Gross.” She scoffed. “As if.” 

 

Doflamingo laughed heartily at her response. His guilt had now faded to the back of his mind. Once his laughter subsided, he decided to take in her sleepy appearance. She was still dressed in the silken nightgown from last night. It was a mauve color that made her skin glow. Her hair was tangled and sticking up in every direction. It looked like shit, but he found it endearing.  

He could almost feel himself getting hard again at the sight of her. Only this time his arousing thoughts were suddenly overshadowed by what Violet had told him the day prior. He hoped that today would yield better results. Maybe if he was lucky, they could make breakfast, and Violet would be able to find something better. 

 

“Get dressed.” Doflamingo said, making his way to the closet as he picked out his own clothes. “We’re going to miss breakfast; you let me sleep too long.” He teased. 

 

The two sat in their usual seats, side-by-side as they ate. The whole family was there of course. Violet included. Doflamingo typically kept an eye on (Y/N) whenever he could. But this morning he kept trying to catch Violet’s eye. He was hoping if he could, he could silently ask for her to look into (Y/N)’s mind again. 

 

Unfortunately, Violet purposefully avoided him. She didn’t speak nor look in his general direction all throughout breakfast. She knew what he wanted her to do. And she knew she’d have to do it again eventually. She just couldn’t bear to do it this soon. She was still having these odd, random, sharp pains in the center of her forehead ever since she tried the first time. 

 

Violet made sure to finish her food first. She needed to try and slip out without anyone noticing her. Especially him. While the family chatted, she decided she’d try and make a quick escape. But of course, it didn’t work out. Just as she reached out for the door, Doflamingo called out to her. 

 

“Oh, and Violet— “He stopped her. 

 

She cursed herself. 

 

“Yes, Young Master?” She turned to face him, her hands clasped in front of her.

 

“Meet me in my office. I have another mission for you.” He grinned deviously as he played with his food. 

 

She gave a fake smile and nodded before exiting the room. After she left, business went on as usual. No one suspected a thing. It wasn’t uncommon for the Young Master to give them each important mission to go on, so they thought nothing of it. 

 

(Y/N), however, was suspicious. She had only talked to Violet on two occasions and yesterday she acted odd. Of course, she admitted that Doflamingo insisted they spend time together but there was clearly something going on. He would never be kind enough to allow her to have friends. That alone left a sour taste in her mouth. 

 

After breakfast, Doflamingo sent (Y/N) to the library to find herself a new book since she finished the shitty romance novel he had provided. He insisted that after he spoke with Violet, he’d meet her there. Violet was already in his office waiting. She was seated patiently in the armchair across from his desk. 

 

The sound of the door opening up behind her broke Violet from her thoughts. He took a seat in his chair, pressing his fingertips together with a sneer on his face. 

 

“So, are we ready to try again today?” He asked smugly.

 

Violet looked down at the floor, twiddling her thumbs in her lap. 

 

“Please…” She said just above a whisper. “Don’t make me do it again. I can’t see anything… And… And it hurts…” She admitted begrudgingly. 

 

The whole time she spoke and stuttered and shook out of fear of what he might do to her. Instead, he just chuckled. Doflamingo then stood from the desk and began to slowly circle around. 

 

“Hurts, does it?” He seemed amused by that fact. “You’ll do it for me anyways though, won’t you, Viola?” He leaned down into her face. 

 

She refused to look up at him. Afraid to meet his gaze. She took in a deep, shaken breath, then nodded. 

 

“How should I go about it this time?” She asked. 

 

Doflamingo hummed thoughtfully for a moment before he answered. 

 

“Be her friend. Ask her questions that she won’t answer for me. My little bird is quite secretive. I think the persuasion of another woman might do the trick.” 

 

Violet sighed in relief as she looked up at him with thanks in her eyes. 

 

“Oh, thank you Young Master. I’ll talk to her. That might yield better results.” She said hopefully. 

 

Doflamingo leaned back against the front of his desk. 

 

“Good girl. Now run along, go play. I’ll let you know when I need your services. But for now, I want her all to myself.” 

Violet gulped, nodding once again before leaving Doflamingo alone with his thoughts. As Violet left, his mind wandered back to (Y/N). Back to what he had done in the bed next to her. What would she do if she found out? Would she be disgusted? Turned on? Would she hate him even more now? He physically tried to shake the thoughts of guilt from his mind. 

“Shut up.” He mumbled to himself, turning to look out the window of his office that overlooked the city. 

“She’ll learn to love me… Soon enough…” 

Notes:

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Chapter 36

Doflamingo cracked open the door to the library, peering inside. (Y/N) and Karma were curled up in an armchair together. He could hear her saying something but couldn’t quite make it out. He crept in further, trying to remain unnoticed. 

 

Doflamingo peeked out from behind one of the bookcases, watching the two of them interact. (Y/N) had Karma cradled in her arms like a newborn as she rocked her gently, cooing sweet things while the cat purred in response. His lips twitched into a small, genuine smile at the sight before him. Doflamingo clutched at his chest as she made it ache. 

 

He’d seen her with the cat many times before, but for some reason this act of softness made him swoon. The way her voice became higher when she spoke to Karma, how she kissed the top of the cat’s head with a loving smile on her face.  The things the girl said were even sweeter than her tone. (Y/N) repeated how cute she was, as well as how much she loved her. The cat in return just slowly blinked, kneading its paws in the air. 

 

It reminded him of how kind she had been to him on the night of his birthday. How he had been belligerently drunk and had collapsed in her lap, a sobbing mess. And yet she didn’t run away, she stayed. Calmed him even. 

 

She had such a strong maternal instinct towards the cat and him. He could see it clearly. He had raised a handful of children—none his, of course. He viewed them more as younger siblings than his children. Baby 5, Buffalo, Law even…

 

It made him wonder how she’d feel about motherhood. Doflamingo couldn’t help but imagine how she would look with his child in her swollen belly. He never wanted children of his own. His mortality never concerned him until now. But the thought of her being the one to carry out the Donquixote line made his heart swell with joy. 

 

Doflamingo had watched the two for so long that the girls began to doze off together in that chair. He wanted to watch for longer, but he couldn’t stand to not have his hands on her much longer. Doflamingo stepped forwards quietly, making sure not to wake them just yet. As he approached them, he crouched down at her side. He then brushed the loose hairs that fell over her face with the back of his large hands. 

 

“Hey,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Wake up, little bird.” 

 

(Y/N) inhaled sharply as her head lifted quickly. Her eyes then fluttered open, and she turned to look at him, almost looking dazed. She rubbed her eyes and hummed in response. Karma just stretched out in her lap, eyes still closed but clearly awake. 

 

Doflamingo’s smile widened as their eyes finally met. (Y/N)’s expression turned from dazed to disappointed. He couldn’t deny it stung. 

 

“You were asleep.” He spoke. 

 

“No, I wasn’t.” She lied. 

 

Doflamingo chuckled lightly before standing back up straight. He towered over her menacingly. As unintentional as it was, it still reminded her how much larger and stronger he was than her. He wasn’t being controlling or cruel at that moment, but she knew that he could be at any given moment. 

 

While he peered down with nothing but love in his eyes she saw nothing but a ravenous beast, licking its chops as it planned to devour her. In his opinion, he hadn’t caused her any harm yet, nor did he intend to. Doflamingo just wanted her to love him back so badly it hurt. He didn’t know what else to do to gain her affection. He catered to her every need. Fed her the best food in the world. He even bought her a brand-new wardrobe. 

 

He’d never been so enamored with anyone else. Never needed someone before. The feeling was foreign. It made him weak, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. Diamanté, Vergo, and especially Trebol. They all have nonstop questioned him since her arrival. Instead of heeding their warnings, he responded in anger every single time. Dismissing them completely. 

 

The two stared at one another in silence. His staring was in adoration and hers was in discomfort. He was imagining their life together and she was planning an escape route in case he attacked.in his thought. 

 

“Have you picked out a book yet?” Doflamingo finally broke the silence between the two of them. 

 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, averting her eyes from his finally. She looked down at the cat in her lap, shaking her head with a ‘huh-uh’.  Doflamingo circled around to the front. Of the chair, hands behind his back. His eyes never left her, and his grin never faltered. 

 

“Well, come on then I’ll help you find one.” He reached out a hand to her. 

 

(Y/N) swallowed hard before extending a shaking hand out to match his. She was careful not to match his eyes again as she stood. He led her through the shelves, rambling about his massive collection. Doflamingo pulled book after book. Some of them are relics of worlds gone. One of a kind, some of them. 

 

The books were fascinating. They’d be more interesting if he wasn’t the one showing them off. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander, her fingers brushing against the spines of each book as she took each slow step, following closely behind. (Y/N) thought of Robin. She’d love to see this library. There were so many historical artifacts in here it’d make her head spin. 

 

Most people would find it impressive but out of spite, she refused to give him the reaction he so desperately craved. She knew what he wanted. He expected her eyes to shine with wonder. For her to ‘ooh’ and ‘awe’ at each book he pulled out. He wanted to feel their fingertips brush against one another as he passed one of his favorites to her. 

 

But it didn’t happen like that. She was utterly bored, and he could see it. The way her eyes glossed over in a daze. How she replied with ‘hmm’ or ‘oh cool’, without even looking. He knew it was all just an act. Nonetheless it frustrated him. 

 

Doflamingo knew they were supposed to be together. Why couldn’t she just accept it? She knew it too; he could tell in their softer moments. The way she kissed him, how she slept so soundly in his arms at night. Hell, even the way she clung to him when any other man came near. He was her everything and she refused to see it. 

 

(Y/N) could see the frustration growing in his features. His hand was now on his hip as he peered down at her frowning. The other hand had his so-called favorite book. She knew she had to switch up fast. She was starting to hurt his feelings, and she wasn’t in the mood to see one of his tantrums. 

 

(Y/N) looked up at him, batting her eyes at him as she did anytime she wanted something. She put on a front, trying to seem as interested as possible for a moment. As if she’d been listening to the whole time. 

 

“Well,” She said,” go on.” 

 

Doflamingo raised a brow but kept a frown on his face. 

 

“Don’t pretend like you actually give a shit.” He said rather harshly. 

 

(Y/N) straightened up, looking away from him awkwardly. She mumbled something that resembled an apology, her ears turning red as she did so. Doflamingo’s expression softened slightly at her response. 

 

“Oh, I can’t blame you.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I am a boring old man, aren’t I?” 

 

(Y/N) looked stunned by the question. She blinked in confusion, squinting her eyes at him. 

 

“What? No, not really.” She said quickly, trying to reassure him. 

 

He smiled softly, almost looking hurt beneath it. 

 

“Not really, or not at all?” He half heartedly joked. 

 

She gave him a small smile and a huff of amusement in return. For good measure she made sure to bat her eyes again. Of course, it made him weak in the knees, but he took a deep breath, grounding himself. There was something important that just came to mind. The books reminded him of the memory he retrieved from Violet. 

 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, pajarito,” he began, “How was your little outing with Violet yesterday?” He asked innocently, running his fingers over the spine of the book in his hands. 

 

(Y/N) expected him to ask about it eventually. Nothing eventful happened. Nothing that she knew of anyways. To her knowledge they were there an hour before Violet became ill with a migraine, and they had to go home. 

 

“It was okay I guess.” She said unenthusiastically, shrugging her shoulders.

 

He hummed in response, sounding rather interested despite her answer. 

 

“What happened yesterday?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You two weren’t out very long.” 

 

She shrugged again.

 

“She got a migraine, like an hour in so we left.”  (Y/N) explained simply and truthfully. 

 

Doflamingo nodded understandingly. 

 

“I see…” He murmured, placing the book back in its original spot on the shelf. 

 

He pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the shelf beside him as he thought. 

 

“And is that all that happened yesterday? Nothing that caused her migraine?” He asked, sounding rather suspicious. 

 

(Y/N) frowned in confusion. 

 

“No?” She said almost like a question. “Why do you ask? Did she say something?” She began to question him in return. 

 

Doflamingo gave her a sly grin in return. 

 

“No, nothing at all. Just wondering. That’s all.” 

 

Clearly he was lying. He always was. She wasn’t stupid. She knew from the moment Violet approached her that the two were planning something. It was obvious he was using another woman to get close to her. 

 

(Y/N) stepped closer to him. She wanted to find something out for herself

 

“How do you know her?” She asked, resting an elbow on the shelf. 

 

She peered up at him with those sultry (E/C) eyes, batting her pretty long lashes in hopes it would coax the truth from him. Doflamingo faltered for a moment, stumbling over his words. 

 

“Well, I um— she’s an old friend of mine. Her father used to run this kingdom before I took over.” Doflamingo grinned as he always did. 

 

(Y/N) hummed in return. He couldn’t tell if she believed him or not. What he said wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. Violet was the former king's daughter. Okay, maybe he lied a little bit. She wasn’t his friend. Not even close. But she did work under him now. 

 

Doflamingo wasn’t an idiot. Violet and he had always had a complicated relationship. Violet loathed him for overthrowing King Riku. For what he had done to her beloved kingdom. And yet here she was, working as one of his subordinates. Purely out of fear of course, but still. 

 

“Oh, okay then.” (Y/N) said with a mock innocence. 

 

She didn’t believe that that’s all there was to their relationship. It made her stomach twist with hatred and disgust. She wasn’t sure why it made her sick, but it did. Quickly, she shook off the feeling in her gut.  

 

The two basked in each other's silence, suspicious of the other for completely different reasons. They didn’t trust one another, that much was clear. But while her heart was filled with resentment, his was full of adoration. Doflamingo wanted to trust her, to love her fully. But she wouldn’t allow him entry. And it ate him alive. 

 

Doflamingo cleared his throat, disrupting the awkward silence. 

 

“You know, I got you something.” He finally spoke. 

 

(Y/N) perked up at his words, waiting for him to continue. 

 

“Come. It’s in my office.” He ushered her to follow him. 

 

So she did. 

 

As they entered his office, she saw the present he had gotten her. It wasn’t like anything else he had bought for her. It wasn’t clothes, or jewelry. Nothing flashy or expensive. It was something thoughtful. 

 

In the far-left corner of the room was a hanging swing chair. It was hooked to the ceiling above and hung just about a foot up off of the ground. It was a cream color with a soft fluffy cushion in its seat. It was a circular chair, strung up by rope. 

 

“I thought since you enjoy the swing by the pond, I’d have you one built inside. It’s far too cold now for you to be outside.” Doflamingo explained. 

 

He stood tall and confident, smiling like he knew she’d love it. And she did. (Y/N) looked back at him in surprise. She stepped forwards, letting her fingers brush against the ropes that held it together. 

 

“Thank you.” She mumbled sheepishly, not even bothering to look back at him. 

 

She didn’t know how to feel. If this was a gesture by anybody else, she would be thrilled. Grateful even. She wanted to truly thank him but because of who he was, it made it hard. She couldn’t give her thanks to the man who tried to make her prison more bearable. The man who trapped her here to begin with. 

 

Finally, she turned to face him. Expressionless. She was always hard to read. He couldn’t tell if she truly was grateful or not. Yet he didn’t want to ask. To grovel at her feet. He couldn’t help himself but to beg for her approval. 

 

“Do you like it, my love?” He asked, circling around her and to his desk. 

 

She nodded in return, mumbling a ‘yes’. It seemed to please him well enough. He smiled, looking cocky and confident as ever. Like he finally broke the code to her heart. 

 

And he did. He finally understood. She wasn’t like all the other women he had. He never cared enough to learn about them. They all just wanted to bask in his glory. All of them chased after his wealth and name. None of them truly loved or understood him. 

 

But not her. She couldn’t give two shits about him even if he wanted her to. It only made him desire her approval and love more. Slowly but surely, he was learning. 

 

She didn’t want money or fancy clothes. She wanted gifts that actually meant something. That showed he paid attention. That he truly loved her. He needed to pay better attention, watch her. 

 

“I thought maybe you’d like it.” He said, sounding unsure of himself. 

 

“I do like it.” She assured him vocally, regardless of her vague expression. 

 

His smile broadened. 

 

“Good, now you can spend more time with me while I do my work.” 

 

Doflamingo walked over behind her as she examined the swing. He grabbed the ropes and held them in place for her. 

 

“Go ahead, sit.” He instructed, still firmly grasping the ropes. 

 

(Y/N) obliged, thanking him. She took a slow seat, wiggling in and adjusting herself as she pulled her legs up into the swing. Once settled, he began to slowly rock her back and forth. 

 

“See, isn’t this nice? You and your little friend can sit here and read while I do my paperwork.” Doflamingo said, still rocking her. 

 

(Y/N) hummed in reply, avoiding his eyes. She just stared down at the floor where Karma sat beside Doflamingo’s feet. She looked almost like she was waiting for her turn. He followed her eyes down to where the animal sat. He chuckled like he did over everything before looking back up at (Y/N). 

 

“Tomorrow I’d like for you to spend some more time with Violet.” He declared. 

 

“Why?” She asked. 

 

“Because pajarito, you need friends. Last time I checked, you were fresh out.” He smirked, halting the swing. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t reply. Just scowled up at him, her eyes filled with resentment. 

 

“Look, love. I’m not trying to be mean. I just want you to have someone else to talk to, that’s all.” He said softly, trying to reassure her. 

 

He reached out a hand and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek. (Y/N) knew better than to argue with him. She also knew better than to believe him. 

 

“I don’t need friends.” Her eyes flickered down again towards the only friend she truly had here. 

 

Doflamingo just laughed in her face. Just like he always did. Oh, how he always ruined it for himself. He did it everytime. Each time he did something nice he would essentially insult her or put his oversized, filthy hands all over her. 

 

“The fuck is so funny?” She grumbled. 

 

“Nothing, nothing… It’s just that you think you’re better off alone.” He leaned in as he spoke. “But you’re not. You’ll always be better off here, with me.” 

 

(Y/N) scoffed in his face, crossing her arms and turning her head away from him. Both of his arms now entrapped her in the swing. He removed a hand from one of the ropes and turned her head to face him. 

 

“How about showing me a little bit of gratitude, huh?” He spoke in a low voice. 

 

“For what?” She retorted coldly. “Holding me hostage?” 

 

The smile vanished from his face immediately. He then stood back up straight, glaring at her. 

 

“I do everything for you, and this is how you repay me? With your snide little remarks?” He hissed. 

 

Why did his words hurt? They made her feel almost…. Guilty. As if he truly was doing everything in her best interest. Regardless of how he made her feel, her pride wouldn’t allow her to fall at his feet just yet. 

 

“And what’s everything?” She met his eyes finally. 

 

She caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting her to continue or look at him with such disdain. He was utterly appalled. 

 

“How dare you!?” He lunged forwards, grabbing a fistful of her hair. 

 

He didn’t pull but he had a firm grip. It did however remind her who was really in charge. She closed her eyes tightly, preparing to feel his other hand colliding with the side of her face. But it never came. Doflamingo’s grip loosened but he didn’t release her. He didn’t want to hit her. To even scare her. He just wanted her to know her place. 

 

“Hey,” His tone had changed significantly, much softer this time. “I just want you to understand who’s in charge here. Because it’s not you.” 

 

He finally released her locks from between his fingers, letting her fall back into the swing. He sighed, sounding almost bored. 

 

“Let’s go find you that book, huh?” He spoke so casually, like he hadn’t been physically threatening just moments ago. 

 

He stepped back, allowing her to stand. The two of them walked back to the library in silence. Karma trotted alongside the two like an innocent child, completely unaware of her parents' quarrel. Once inside he just let her roam. Allowed her to pick a book herself this time. She was clearly uninterested in every book he had suggested earlier. Or so he thought. 

 

(Y/N) skimmed through the shelves, occasionally picking one up and reading the back before placing it back in its spot. She then came across a hardback book that Doflamingo had claimed was one of his favorites growing up. The very last book he showed her. 

 

She knew he’d adore her further if she read it. So, that was the book she chose. She plucked it gently from the shelf, blowing the dust from between the pages as she skimmed it. Doflamingo watched, holding his breath in anticipation. 

 

How he hoped she’d read his recommendation. It meant more to him than she even realized. He wanted to have something in common with her so badly it drove him crazy. Crazier than he already was. 

 

(Y/N) walked up to him finally, clearly having chosen her next book. She knew what he wanted and this time she was willing to give it to him. She caused enough trouble that day as is. She didn’t need him to be even more upset with her. 

 

“This one.” She mumbled to him, holding it up for him to see clearly. 

 

He smiled genuinely. Something she rarely saw. But she was one of the few who did get to see it. He always had a smile on his face, but not like this one. It was loving and pure. Something only a human could produce. As much as she wanted him to be a monster, he wasn’t. He was human. Just as she was. 

Chapter 37

The next afternoon, Violet and (Y/N) sat alone together in an awkward silence. Violet didn’t dare try to read her mind again. Not after last time. Instead, she tried to talk to her and attempt to earn her trust at Doflamingo’s request. 

 

(Y/N) was being extremely uncooperative. She wasn’t as stupid and naive as he wished she was. But then again, maybe that’s what he loved the most about her. It was obvious to her that Violet wasn’t interested in true friendship, she only was following orders. It all seemed so methodical. Like she had no real plan. 

 

Violet tried her hardest to interact with her. 

“What was your childhood like? Did you have any friends? What about school? Did you go?” She seemed rather eager to learn about (Y/N)’s prior education. Of course, she just sat and gave vague answers like, “It was okay I guess.” Or “yeah.” And then she’d go back to her book. 

 

After about an hour of Violet trying to coax out some real answers, she finally realized that maybe she needed a new approach. Something they could potentially bond over. There was only one thing that came to mind. 

 

“I’m sorry.” Violet suddenly apologized.

 

(Y/N) peeked up from her book, brow raised as Karma purred happily in her lap.

 

“Sorry for what?” She responded rather coldly. 

 

“For bothering you. Doflamingo put me up to it, you see.” Violet explained. 

 

“Oh no shit?” (Y/N) replied sarcastically, shoving her nose back into her book. 

 

Violet sighed, feeling rather defeated but she knew she’d be punished if she came back with nothing. 

 

“It’s just that— “She paused for dramatic effect, hoping to grab her attention. 

 

(Y/N) huffed in return, slamming her book shut in irritation. The disturbance made Karma scowl and hop down into the floor, immediately bathing herself in displeasure. 

 

“What?” (Y/N) said impatiently.

 

Violet was almost appalled by her crass response but kept her composure. 

 

“He wanted me to learn more about you.” She confessed. 

 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and scoffed in disgust. 

 

“Well you can tell him, that I said he can go fuck himself. Did he think I didn’t know what he was up to?” (Y/N) spat rather harshly, squinting her eyes and leaning forwards. 

 

Violet’s mouth dropped at her hateful remark.  She began to stutter and couldn’t seem to find anything to retort with. She knew Doflamingo surely wouldn’t be pleased. (Y/N) then leaned back into her chair, looking rather relaxed. Almost as if she didn’t just cuss Violet out just now. 

 

“Look,” she said, “it’s nothing personal. I just can’t fucking stand him.” She tried to explain. 

 

Violet closed her mouth and nodded in agreement. 

 

“Yes, I’m not exactly a fan of his either but I do what I have to.” She admitted.

 

“Why?” (Y/N) asked. 

 

That was a tough question. Doflamingo single handedly destroyed this country. He pretended to be the hero to save Dressrosa  but he was the reason for King Riku— Her fathers downfall. Violet wasn’t willing to give up information if (Y/N) wouldn’t either. 

 

“Tell me something that I can tell Doflamingo and I’ll tell you why I’m here.” Violet attempted to bargain with her. 

 

“Like what?” (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. 

 

“How long did you go to school for?” She asked.

 

“I started school young, probably four. Graduated at eighteen, then went to college for a couple of years before I ended up a pirate.” (Y/N) answered honestly. 

 

She hoped that that information would be enough to please Doflamingo and keep Violet out of trouble. 

 

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear that.” Violet replied happily. 

 

“Now you.” (Y/N) didn’t forget about their agreement. 

 

Violet sighed, the smile dropping from her face before answering, “It was about eight years ago, my father was the king of Dressrosa. That was until Doflamingo forced him and the guards to attack the civilians using his strings. Then he— “Violet seemed to be getting choked up. “He had my sister killed. I promised to work for him if he let my father live.” 

 

(Y/N) was stunned by her confession. It only fueled her hatred for Doflamingo even further. 

 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” (Y/N) hung her head in shame, feeling guilty she made her relieve such events. 

 

“It’s not your fault.” Violet’s voice cracked as she spoke. 

 

She then stood, flattening out her dress before she retreated towards the library doors. 

 

“Excuse me, I have to go report back.” She said, her back turned to (Y/N). 

 

Doflamingo sat alone in his office, mindlessly scribbling his signature down on every document that required it. His mind wasn’t focused on his work like it should have been. It was always on her. Periodically, his eyes would find themselves drifting in the direction of the swing he had placed for her. It sat empty and still. Completely vacant.

 

How he wished that perfect little body of her was curled up inside of it. He was desperate for her company. He had been so lonely all afternoon. Yet he controlled the urge to hunt her down. He knew she would be with Violet. He instructed them to spend time together. 

 

He hoped she’d come back with some useful information—

 

Just then, the sound of the wooden doors creaking open broke him from his thoughts. Violet peered inside. 

 

“Is this a bad time, Young Master?” Violet spoke softly. 

 

“No, no, perfect timing, sit.” He said excitedly, placing his pen down and urging her to sit across from him. 

 

He poured them both a glass of wine hastily, before shoving one of the large glasses in her dainty hands. 

 

“So,” He leaned back in his chair comfortably, “What did you find out? What did she tell you?” 

 

Violet swirled the contents of the glass, staring down into the crimson liquid that rimmed her cup. 

 

“Promise you won’t be mad?” Violet said just above a whisper. 

 

Doflamingo’s expression shifted inhumanly fast. 

 

“Tell me.” 

 

Violet took a deep breath. 

 

“She told you to go fuck yourself.” 

 

Violet closed her eyes tightly, waiting for him to hit her or scream, maybe throw that wine back in her face. But instead, he just laughed. Cackled even. Doflamingo threw his head back in boisterous laughter. It was so loud it shook the frames on the walls.  

 

Once he contained himself, he leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the desk as he wiped faux tears from underneath his shades. 

 

“Go on,” he urged, waving his hand lazily, “What else did she say?” 

 

Violet was taken aback. She didn’t expect this kind of reaction from him. She just stared in a stunned silence for a moment, unsure how to continue. 

 

“I-I um— she said she started school at four and graduated at eighteen.” Violet muttered. 

 

“What else?” 

 

“She also said she went to college for a couple of years before she became a pirate.” 

 

“College huh? What school did she attend?” He asked. 

 

“I didn’t get that out of her.” She hung her head shamefully. 

 

Doflamingo let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’ but continued. “What did she go to college for? What did she study?” 

 

Violet just shook her head. “I don’t know, sir. She wouldn’t say.” 

 

Doflamingo wasn’t thrilled with that reply, but he seemed happy enough. 

 

“An educated woman…” He murmured more to himself than Violet. 

 

After an awkward moment of silence, he shooed her away lazily. 

 

“Go on, you’ve done well. You’ll be rewarded… Eventually.” 

 

And with that she bowed her head and left. Doflamingo sat in his office for the next hour just thinking. He wasn’t working, he wasn’t drinking himself to death. Just thinking. The glass of wine remained untouched on his desk. 

 

He’d never been with a woman who had any kind of college education. In all honesty, he preferred to fuck stupid women. It’s not like he loved them. Hell, he didn’t even like most of them. But she was different; she was something else entirely. No one had ever spoken to him that way before.

 

He wanted her badly. Each passing day he grew hungrier for her. He craved to hear his name on her tongue, to feel her quiver beneath him. It was beginning to drive him mad. Sleeping next to her wasn’t enough. Her defiance wasn’t enough. He needed her to love him. No question about it. 

 

Doflamingo removed his glasses and closed his eyes, leaning so far back it almost flipped his chair. He replayed her memory over and over again in his deranged mind. The sight of her little hands working that pen onto the paper before her. He wondered what kind of student she was. 

 

Was she top of her class? Maybe a troublemaker? Potentially even a class clown? The thoughts didn’t stop. What did she major in? Something in the medical field perhaps? Maybe literature? Or history? The possibilities were endless, and he so desperately needed to find out for himself. 

 

He shot up from his chair, pushing his glasses back onto his face before striding out of the room in search of his lover. Of course he found her in the library, where else? She was curled up in the same chair as yesterday, reading his favorite book. The one she picked out all on her own. 

 

“So, you think I should go fuck myself, huh?” Was the first thing he said as he barged through the doors, 

 

He didn’t hide his presence this time. He strode in loud and confident, letting the double doors slam shut behind him. 

 

(Y/N) jumped in her seat, wide eyed and surprised by his sudden entrance. His feathered coat billowed behind him as he walked towards her, stopping only a few feet away. 

 

“I bet you’d like to watch too, wouldn’t you little bird?” He grinned broadly at his own crude statement. 

 

She sneered in return. 

 

“Fucking gross.” She murmured under her breath before sticking her nose back into the pages of her book. 

 

He quickly snatched the book from her grasp, receiving a ‘hey!’ in protest as she reached out for it. He of course had five feet on her and held it high above her head. 

 

“So, I hear you’re a college girl.” He teased. “Tell me about that, won’t you?” He pretended to beg, not convincingly so either. 

 

“Tell you what exactly?” She crossed her arms across her chest, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

 

“What did you study? I’m dying to know.” He squatted down on her level, still grinning ear to ear as he always did. 

 

“Does it matter?” She retorted. 

 

“Of course it matters,” He reached out a hand, gently stroking her bottom lip with his thumb. 

 

She didn’t jerk away. She just sat there, looking out the window as if he weren’t caressing her. 

 

“Psychology.” She answered plainly. 

 

He removed his thumb from her lip, seemingly satisfied. 

 

“Oh, so you are my little master manipulator, aren’t you?” He teased again. 

 

She didn’t reply, just huffed. Still keeping her eyes away from his. 

 

“Oh, now don’t be that way little bird, I’m only teasing.” He continued to rub against her lip with his thumb. 

 

“We’ll talk after dinner. Come.” He stood, reaching a hand out to her. 

 

She took it, just like she always did, and allowed him to lead her away from the one safe spot she had left. 

Notes:

Let me know if I should keep that as her major or change it to something else. <3

Chapter 38

Weeks had passed since he had gotten her the swing. She used it of course. Usually during those late work nights of his. (Y/N) didn’t mind. Karma and her would just curl up together and read or nap. 

Doflamingo didn’t talk much on those nights. There was always an eerie silence in the room. It was so quiet the only sound in the room was the scratching of his pen on parchment as well as the electricity running through the walls. Occasionally he would grunt or mumble to himself but not much else. He seemed too busy to put up with her yet he didn’t want her too far away from him. 

(Y/N) didn’t know whether he feared she’d run or if he truly just craved her companionship. 

On the nights he didn’t work, the two of them would sit in the bedroom while he yammered on about whatever nonsense she clearly didn’t care about. He would feed her exotic chocolates and rare wines until the sun would come up some nights. She wouldn’t give him much information about herself. No matter how much he asked, she always kept the answers vague and minimal. 

“What’s your favorite color?” He would ask eagerly, tapping his glass as he laid on his belly on the mattress across from her.

“I don’t know, don’t care.” She would reply blandly, her face void of emotion. 

“What about your childhood? What was that like? Did you have a family?” He would grin broadly as he spoke, almost as if she were truly answering his questions.

“It was okay I guess. And yeah I have a family.” She’d answer back vaguely. 

He knew he’d never get any answers out of her. Not until she wanted to of course. The problem was that she didn’t want to and didn’t see herself wanting to in the foreseeable future. Mainly out of fear he might find out about her past. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet at least. Not like he’d believe her anyways. 

Her past was so unbelievably complicated. She was in an entirely different timeframe than the one she was born into. Somewhere in the far future and the only thing that tied her to her home was her phone, still hidden in his bathroom. Some days she’d forget it was even there. Others, she was sick to her stomach with worry, scared he’d find it. 

A few days ago he almost caught her. (Y/N) had decided to go hide away in the bathroom one morning. She had some personal business to take care of and she was desperate for a little bit of nostalgia. So while on the toilet, she pulled her phone from the vase her phone was hidden in. 

(Y/N) made sure the door was locked before pulling it quietly from its secret hiding place. Doflamingo was still sprawled out, completely knocked from a night of heavy drinking and smoking. So she assumed she was safe. But as long as she remained in his grasp, she was never truly safe. 

She turned the phone on. It had been kept off. Scared that somehow it might go off or even die. She’d been here for months at this point and didn’t expect it to even turn back on. She thought it’d be completely dead. But she got lucky. She just wanted to scroll through some pictures for a while. Something to give her hope. 

There were all sorts of videos and pictures of her and the crew. Franky was the most fascinated with the device. It was one of the coolest things anybody on the ship had ever seen. I mean in this world what kind of object has the power to call, send messages, play music, and has games? 

Brook and Luffy were always requesting songs to be played. Especially at dinner when the whole crew was together. Luffy seemed to like upbeat pop music, Brook liked soulful, funky music, and Robin liked softer, more meaningful music. Zoro, unsurprisingly, didn’t seem to care much either way. However, (Y/N) would catch him bopping his head to some rap music occasionally when he pretended to sleep on the deck. 

(Y/N) scrolled through her music, sound off of course, looking at each Strawhats favorite song and genre. She sighed longingly, wishing she was with them. Hell, she’d even take her old life before Luffy over the situation she was in now. 

Just as she was about to finish up in the bathroom, Doflamingo banged loudly from the other side of the door, startling her so bad she audibly gasped and dropped her phone on the marble floor beneath her. 

“What are you up to in there?” Doflamingo’s voice called out, jiggling the knob as he did so. 

(Y/N) panicked and blurted out— “Just taking a shit, be out in a sec!” 

Doflamingo was silent for a moment, the door handle quit moving as well. She could sense his disgust and disdain for her brutally honest reply. He was obviously hoping to catch her doing something more interesting. 

“Eugh! Hurry up!” He exclaimed before moving away from the door, utterly grossed out. 

After such a close call, she thought it best to not get her phone out again. She felt like she was a grounded teenager again, sneaking her phone back from her mothers room. 

Today was a much different day. Doflamingo’s rustling woke her sometime in the night. It was unusual. He’d never woken her up before. (Y/N) was soundly asleep. Doflamingo was spooning her and she was spooning the cat. That was until he began to move and mumble in his sleep. 

His grip on her tightened, initially waking her. In a half-asleep state, she removed herself from his arms and laid flat on her stomach and tried to go back to sleep. However, he flipped over onto his back and began to murmur and groan louder. Doflamingo’s breathing quickened as his head thrashed from side to side. 

“No… No… Stay away from me!” He hollered into the night. 

(Y/N) was no longer dozing back to sleep. She was now upright and staring into his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched him struggle in his sleep. She didn’t know whether to wake him or not. 

“You’re dead…” He grumbled painfully.

The glasses he never removed were still firmly placed on his head, keeping his eyes hidden as always. But she noticed something seeping out from the corners of his eyes. Tears. She knew she had to wake him from his nightmare. It didn’t matter if he hit her in the process. He might even do more harm if she left him like this. 

With a gentle, shaky hand, she patted him on his broad, sweaty chest. “Hey, Doffy…” She whispered, tapping him again.

It didn’t work. He only stirred harder, his fists pounded into the mattress as he yelled again. 

“Don’t touch me!” He bellowed, shaking his head. 

She jumped back for a second, wincing as if expecting him to swing at her. Once she realized he was still dreaming, she reached a hand out again. This time, rubbing his cheek with a tenderness only a mother would have. 

“Shhh….” She hushed him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Wake up, you’re okay.” She hummed. 

He didn’t wake but his breathing slowed. (Y/N) tried again, this time tapping his cheek lightly with her two fingers. 

“Doffy.” She said a little louder, “Wake up.” 

He then inhaled deeply, clearly startled. He looked around frantically before sitting up so quickly he pushed her back onto her butt with his shoulder. 

“What? What is it!?” He continued to look around as if he was expecting an intruder. 

The only thing moving in the room was Karma, who was pouting in the windowsill, cleaning her tail in the moonlight. 

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, sitting back up to get a good look at him. 

The sweat from his night terror was glistening in the light that peeked through his sheer curtains. His chest rose and fell quickly, shoulders shaking as he peered down at the girl in his bed. 

“I’m fine. Why did you wake me?” He seemed almost offended that she woke him. 

“I’m sorry.” She murmured, looking down at his chest. “You were having a bad dream.” 

“No I wasn’t.” He answered quickly, throwing himself back down onto the bed, lying with his back facing her. “Go back to bed.” 

(Y/N) sat there for a moment before reluctantly laying back down in the bed. She knew he would never admit to having a moment of weakness in front of her. Especially not after his last fall out at his birthday party. That was embarrassing for the both of them and he knew it. 

Doflamingo was of course still pretending to be too drunk to remember. (Y/N) knew better than to ever bring it up again. She was afraid of what kind of reaction she’d receive. 

The next morning he was gone before her. Nothing too unusual. If he was upset with her in any way or had embarrassed himself, she noticed that he woke first and would leave for breakfast without her. It made her wonder how someone so big made such little waves when he vanished from the room. 

She didn’t feel like going to breakfast. If he wanted to pout then fine, she’d let him. Why chase after a man who behaved like a pestilent child? She dressed herself and made her way to the library. 

Once inside, someone was waiting for her. Not Doflamingo, thank God. But Violet. He of course requested that the two women spend more time together. (Y/N) knew he just wanted to find information out about her. She wasn’t that stupid or naive. Yet there was something comforting and real about Violet. She was always so kind to (Y/N), regardless of how much she snapped at her. 

“There you are,” Violet spoke as soon as she entered. “We were wondering what happened to you. I think the Young Master is looking for you.” Violet couldn’t help but giggle, covering her mouth at the idea of Doflamingo searching the palace for her. 

“Fuck him. Let him look.” (Y/N) scoffed, sauntering over to the chair that sat on Violet's right side. 

She plopped down lazily in the chair, completely spread out as if she was Doflamingo. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she had acquired some of his attributes. Like right now for example. Not to mention she had been walking the halls as if she owned the place. And she kind of  did. She was now allowed to freely roam the halls as she pleased, and no one could say a word to her. Not even Trebol or Diamanté. 

“You know he’ll be upset. I don’t understand why you insist on toying with him. He’s very dangerous.” Violet warned. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, smirking slightly. “What’s he going to do to me? Really? Let me go? What a punishment.” She replied dryly. 

Violet just shook her head, lightly laughing. “You’re braver than most I know, I’ve never seen him behave this way before either.” 

“That’s what everyone says.” (Y/N) replied, seemingly intrigued. “What’s up with him, huh? Seems like a big baby to me.” 

Violet stifled her laughter at that, mainly out of fear he might hear her. 

“You can’t say that, what if he hears?” She scolded. 

“I’m not scared of his bitch ass.” (Y/N) lied. 

She leaned in closer to Violet, lowering her voice to a whisper as she glanced at the doors. “I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.” She grinned as she spoke. 

Violet looked almost stunned by her confident answer. The expression only deepened when the doors to the library flew open. Of course it was him. It was always him. 

“Oh man…” (Y/N) quietly complained.

“There you are pajarito.” Doflamingo’s booming voice echoed throughout the library as he stormed towards her, coat billowing behind him like a pink cape. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where were you?” He stopped in front of her, hands on his hips as he demanded an answer. 

“I was in bed. I didn’t want breakfast.” She answered him simply. 

He only huffed in return before crossing his arms over his chest. That answer clearly wasn’t good enough. 

“Why? What’s the matter? Are you ill?” He immediately squatted down on her level, placing the back of his hand on her forehead almost as if he was checking her temperature.

She swatted his hand away with a disgusted scoff. “I am fine.” She hissed, glaring a hole through him. 

He stood, sighing as he ran a finger through his hair. His eyes never left his prize. He didn’t even glance in Violet’s direction. Not that she was complaining. It was as if she wasn’t even there. 

“Fine, if you insist.” He threw his hands up in mock defeat, grinning. “I just wanted to tell you to be in the room by eight tonight. I have plans for us.” He said. 

(Y/N) took a deep breath, exhaling dramatically. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She waved him off as if she were the boss of him, yet he obliged, smiling madly as he waved goodbye to her. 

Later that night, (Y/N) had made her way back to the library. She still had about two hours until she had to meet with her captor. Until then she’d just read in solitude. While she read, Doflamingo was planning a romantic night. He wanted tonight to be the night. 

He instructed the maids to put on fresh sheets. The cooks were told to prepare an arrangement of aphrodisiacs for them to indulge in. Dark chocolate covered strawberries, figs, pomegranate seeds, as well as a bottle of his finest champagne. He wanted the room to exude romance and pure sexuality. 

He showered up, and put on his best cologne, dressed in his finest silk robe, slightly opened to show off his chest, and nothing underneath. All for her.  It was a deep blood red in color and short in length. He wanted her to crave his body like he craved hers. 

7:45pm. 

‘She’ll be here any minute.’ He thought to himself. 

Doflamingo had a last minute idea. He’d set the bathroom up for an erotic bath together. It was the closest he’d manage to get so far. That night played through his mind as he filled the tub up. The smell of the lavender bath oil made the hairs on the back of his neck stand with excitement. It sent a wave of arousal through him as he was reminded of how her breast felt beneath his palm, how her hard nipple felt on his tongue. 

8:00pm

The tub was filled with bubbles and steaming water. He decorated the bathroom with pink rose petals leading a trail to the tub. The only light inside was the various scented candles he lined around the wall of the tub. If this didn’t woo her, he didn’t know what would. 

Doflamingo laid himself out on the bed, trying his hardest to look seductive. He laid on his side, propping up his head with his elbow as he waited for her. And waited, and waited, and waited. 

8:15pm

He was now beginning to grow impatient. Worried even. Did she finally escape? Was she playing with him? Avoiding him on purpose? No, no. She was just making him wait. Teasing him. That’s all, nothing more.

8:30pm

Now he was pissed. This was beyond a playful joke. She was so downright dissing him. And he wasn’t going to stand for it. Just as he was about to put out the candles and go find her, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the girl and her cat as they trudged inside. 

(Y/N) didn’t even notice the candles and roses strewn across the room as she let the cat down on the floor. 

“There you are. I said eight.” He said, his jaw clenched as he tried his hardest to not sound as angry as he was. 

“Sorry,” she shrugged, hardly noticing his attire and position. “I lost track of time.” 

Doflamingo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling in disappointment. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Come here.” He wiped the sneer from his face and put on a smile as he beckoned her, curling his first finger. 

She rolled her eyes before finally taking in the room as well as him. Her eyes widened in realization. He was trying to climb on her. Again. The tray of food was laid out before him, two flutes of champagne were set out along with a bottle on the bedside table. 

(Y/N) sighed. She wasn’t going to give in. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted her. It wasn’t happening. She shuffled forwards towards the bed, kicking off her shoes as she climbed up beside him. But before she could climb into the bed he put a hand out, stopping her. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” He teased. “Why don’t you put on something a little more comfortable?” He let a finger trail against her exposed collarbone. 

He then pointed to a matching silk robe in her size, hanging at the end of the bedframe. She glared at him but only for a moment before snatching the robe from the bed and making her way to the bathroom. But just before she could enter, he stopped her yet again. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He called after her. 

“To change?” She said, a brow raised as she pointed towards the door. 

He didn’t want to ruin the surprise, he couldn’t have her go in yet or she’d never fall for it. 

“Change here. I want to watch.”

It was the perfect excuse. It wasn’t a lie but it distracted her enough. 

“Ew, no way!” She grimaced in disgust, placing the robe over her chest as if he were trying to  undress her himself. 

“Oh come on, like I haven’t seen what you’ve got already.” He licked his lips as his mind ran wild with thoughts. 

“Not all of it, and I’d like to keep it that way.” She retorted. 

“Not for long you won’t.” He chuckled softly. “Change here, I won’t look, promise.” He placed one of his large hands over his already shaded eyes. 

(Y/N) didn’t trust him, but she knew it was best to just do as she was told. She turned her back to him before placing the robe overtop of her dress. With her back still turned she let the dress drop from her figure before tying the robe tightly around her. Once covered, she climbed into the bed next to him. 

Doflamingo uncovered his eyes, taking in her new, laidback appearance. 

“Perfect, mi amor.” He cooed in her ear. 

He handed her a glass, filled to the brim with bubbling champagne as he himself took one. He clinked the glasses together before promptly downing his. Doflamingo was honestly a little nervous. Not that he’d admit it of course. He needed the booze to loosen him up a little. 

“I’ve gotten you a little something as well.” Doflamingo said as he filled up his glass. 

He then picked up a perfectly rolled joint from the tray of food, handing it to her as well as a lighter. She took them both in the same hand before following Doflamingo and downing her glass. He offered to refill it for her and she took the offer without hesitation. 

(Y/N) then placed the joint loosely between her lips, flicking the lighter at its tip. The flame reflected in Doflamingo’s glasses as he watched. How she mesmerized him. The way she so effortlessly inhaled the smoke into her lungs. Not to mention the fact that it drove him absolutely crazy when she exhaled the smoke through her nose. 

The way the smoke curled around her nostrils. It made her look like a dragon. Powerful. Confident. Beautiful. He loved to watch her smoke. He propped himself up on his elbow and sipped as he watched her. 

“So,” Doflamingo finally spoke up. “How have you and Violet been getting along?” 

“Fine.” 

“Good, good. I want you to have friends. Maybe I could have you spend some time with Baby soon, how does that sound?” He asked, trying to sound sincere but not quite cutting it. 

She shrugged nonchalantly, like she didn’t care one way or the other. The ember in the joint burned bright in the dimly lit room. Doflamingo couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Off of her. 

“Why do you keep me here?” She asked, sounding rather unapologetic. 

Doflamingo leaned back against the headboard as he downed the second glass. With a clink he set it down on the bedside table. He looked amused that she would even ask such a question. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grinned, taking the joint from between her lips and placing it between his own. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.” 

“And what would that be?” She challenged him.

“Well,” He outstretched his long legs, getting comfortable before he continued. “You’re extremely loyal— not to me yet but soon you will be. You’re absolutely breathtaking as well.” He grinned broadly at that statement before devouring her form with his eyes. 

“You’re as brilliant as you are beautiful, and not to mention how you can take a hit and a joke. Makes me wonder what else you can take.” He chuckled at his innuendo. 

(Y/N) frowned and rolled her eyes at him. She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as the smoke danced around the white frames of his sunglasses. She wanted to rip them from his face, call him a coward, and kick his ass right then and there. But she knew she’d never win. And hell, he’d probably like it. 

He finished off the rest of the joint in one long puff before putting it out in the ashtray nearby. It was probably a good thing he didn’t let her finish it. She was already high enough. Her eyes and head were equally as heavy and she could feel her ears and neck heating up from the champagne. 

The second glass remained full in her hand, completely untouched. She was almost afraid to get too wasted around him tonight. She could tell over the past few days he was getting touchy with her. More than usual. There was an occasional brush of fingers or head pushing her hair back out of her face, holding her hand maybe. But this was different. 

“There’s plenty of women who are better than me. Closer to your age, bigger too. So that doesn’t really answer my question.” She said suddenly.

Doflamingo chuckled, pouring himself a third glass. He sipped from it rather than chugging it this time. Then he leaned forwards, only mere inches away from her face. With his free hand he reached out, cupping her chin in his massive palm. 

“You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met. I knew you weren’t like the others even before we met. I could tell from the look in your eyes. The way you stood. There’s something there that you won’t let me see. And I want all of you.” Doflamingo purred, just above a whisper. 

“Well you can’t have me.” She seethed, squinting her eyes at him. 

He leaned back.” We’ll see about that, pajarito.” 

The two sat in a charged silence for a moment. Just staring at one another. 

“Drink.” He said. 

(Y/N) glanced down at the flute of champagne. She was gripping the stem of the glass so tightly she feared it might snap. She loosened her grip and brought her shaky hand up to her mouth, drinking as he instructed. 

Doflamingo finished off his third glass without taking his eyes off of her. The way she looked in that robe made him want to take her right there. To take the glass from her hand, swipe the tray of aphrodisiacs into the floor and have her as many times as he wanted. The effects of the alcohol were starting to take over his brain. He was feeling rather impulsive. 

“Here,” He reached out, plucking a strawberry from the tray and brushing it against her bottom lip. “Try it.” 

The cool, hardened, dark chocolate slid with ease across her lips. The condensation clinging to her skin. She parted her lips and let him place the strawberry between her teeth. He held the stem as she crunched down on it. Their eyes never left one another as they did so. As she chewed, she knew this was going to be a long night. 

Chapter 39

Doflamingo continued to silently feed her treats from the platter. Watching her like he was feeding a wild animal. She could feel the excitement in his eyes despite not being able to see them. (Y/N) also noticed the tinge of pink that was beginning to crept up onto his cheeks and ears from the warmth of the alcohol. 

 

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” He asked, his tone smooth and sultry. 

 

(Y/N) nodded as she licked the chocolate from her lips. Doflamingo's heart skipped a beat as he watched. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to watch her lick his— ‘No. Not yet. Give it time.’ He interrupted his own crude thoughts. 

 

Instead, he filled his cup for the fourth and final time, emptying the bottle to the very last drop. After refilling, he drained the flute yet again, leaving nothing in the bottom. He didn’t need the fourth glass. But his nerves were starting to get the better of him. (Y/N) was acting rather uninterested. His little plan wasn’t going well at all. 

 

She didn’t seem to swoon at his efforts. He’d never put so much time into a woman. He was used to them begging for his attention and now he found himself to be the beggar. She complied so far, she put on the robe and ate the fruits he provided, smoked his weed, drank his liquor. And yet there was no sign of arousal in her expression. She was utterly emotionless. Nothing seemed to rev her engine. 

 

Maybe nothing ever would. He needed to get her drunker. More willing. More pliable. (Y/N) sipped casually as Doflamingo’s inner turmoil bubbled and burned in his inebriated brain. He was far more messed up than her. He wouldn’t admit it but she could handle her smoke better than him regardless of how much bigger he was. 

“Finish it.” He encouraged her. 

 

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She tilted her head back along with the glass and finished its contents. He took in the details of her (S/C) neck. The way the muscles strained as her head tilted back. How he could see as she swallowed the sweet champagne. it sent a cold chill up his spine, causing each hair to stand on end.

 

“Good girl.” He praised her. 

 

The way he said it made something in her stir. It made her heart jump and her belly felt warm. And no, it wasn’t because of her second glass of champagne. (Y/N) ignored the sensation that was continuing to grow in her gut. 

 

Gently, Doflamingo removed the cup from her hand, placing it beside his empty one. As he did so, he spoke. 

 

“I have a little something else planned for us, pajarito.” 

 

His tone was seductive yet calculated. He tried to keep his composure despite his drunk and high state. Nothing seemed to be wooing her. But luckily he had one more trick up his sleeve. Doflamingo stood from the bed, careful not to stumble on his own massive feet. 

 

Doflamingo outstretched his hand to her, helping her down from the mattress as he led her towards the bathroom. As he pushed the door open, her eyes widened in realization. She let out a small, not audible gasp. He was serious. 

 

The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of the lavender bubble bath was enough to drive any woman crazy with desire. But not (Y/N). She held her own, taking a deep breath in the humid room. No amount of rose petals and candles would slide her out of her panties. 

 

“Go ahead,” He pushed her forwards softly, “get in.” He urged. 

 

“Huh-uh.” She dug her heels into the marble. “No way.” 

 

She crossed her arms over her chest, resembling a pouty child. Doflamingo couldn’t lie to himself this time. His ego and pride was definitely bruised. He truly was hurt. He exhaled deeply, sounding rather upset. 

 

(Y/N) could sense his tension. His hand was tightening against her back, fingers digging into the silky fabric of the robe that adorned her gorgeous figure. 

 

“Please…” His voice cracked, sounding almost as if he were about to cry. 

 

Something churned inside her. Guilt. Clawing at her chest, begging to rip her apart. 

 

“Fine.” She said through gritted teeth. “But don’t watch.” 

 

A small, victorious smile graced his lips. He turned, his back now facing the luxurious tub. (Y/N) never took her eyes off of his figure as she undressed and stepped into the tub. As she submerged herself in the warm water, Doflamingo began to undo his own robe. 

 

Once fully hidden beneath the bubbles— 

 

“Okay, you can get in.” She said to the naked man in the room. 

 

Doflamingo turned, his junk on full display as he strutted towards the pool like bathtub. (Y/N) turned her head in disgust. Her eyes filled with regret and disdain. It hurt him yet again, but he choked it down and stepped inside, sitting directly across from her, their knees almost touching due to his size and height. 

 

The two of them sat in an awkward silence for a moment. Well, awkward on her part anyways. He was quite enjoying himself. He found the view before him to be absolutely stunning. Doflamingo was feeling rather smug considering he got what he wanted. 

 

His arms were comfortably laid on the edges of the tub, completely sprawled out. He didn’t bother to keep himself hidden beneath the foam of the bubble bath. He wanted her to see what he was working with. He hoped it would entice her. 

 

(Y/N) sat curled up, hugging her knees to her chest in utter discomfort. She refused to look in his general direction. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It was obvious what he wanted and part of her wondered if it’d be in her best interest to just give him whatever he wanted. And yet her pride wouldn’t allow her. 

 

Doflamingo finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them. “So, what did you get up to today?” He reached out letting his fingers brush softly against her knees, rubbing in a circular motion. 

 

She wanted to retract, to react in repulsion. But she knew she had already tested the waters enough for today. 

 

She gulped, choking down her disdain before responding, “Nothing much.” She shrugged. “Just read in the library and took a nap.” 

 

It was the truth but he looked at her like he didn’t quite believe her, yet he was amused by her dishonesty. 

 

“Oh really?” He scooted down further into the water, making their knees press together. “Is that why you were late?” 

 

“I lost track of time. Sorry.” Her apology lacked conviction. 

 

He knew she wasn’t sorry. She didn’t care about all of the effort he put into this night. He put everything together himself, no help, no servants. And she gave zero fucks. He’d never met a woman he couldn’t charm and it was driving him insane. 

 

Here he was, quite literally exposed, completely vulnerable. And there she was, cowering in the corner of the tub like he was some kind of creep. Doflamingo had never been a patient man. He always took what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. But he was learning to be for her. And this is how she repays him? 

 

He took a deep breath, calming himself before he overreacted. (Y/N) could feel the tension exuding from him and it too made her tense. She pulled into herself further, placing her chin on her knees. Her heart raced anxiously in her chest as she imagined what he’d do to her if she refused to comply. 

 

He noticed the way she seemed to shrink in his presence. She acted like a beat dog every time he was within close proximity. For a brief moment he almost felt ashamed of himself. He relaxed, pulling back from her slightly. 

 

“You’re afraid of me aren’t you?” The question made his heart ache as he already knew the answer. 

 

“No…” She murmured, staring down into the foamy water. 

 

It was an obvious lie. He could see it in her posture and it only confirmed what he already knew. It hurt knowing that she couldn’t possibly love him if she feared him. He wanted everyone to fear him. But not her. Everyone but her. 

 

“I’m sorry.” His apology was soft and genuine. 

 

She didn’t say anything. Not because she didn’t want to but because she didn’t know what to say. The silence between them was palpable. 

 

An idea came to mind. It surely would gain her trust. He’d never done this for anyone. Not even those closest to him. He sat up straight, his face blank. He cleared his throat, trying to gain the courage to make the worst drunken decision of his life. 

 

“You still want to see me without these?” He tapped the frames of his glasses. 

 

(Y/N) looked him up and down suspiciously before slowly nodding. She straightened up her back, her heart still racing. His was too. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. 

 

“You promise you won’t think differently of me?” He asked insecurely. 

 

She nodded again, quicker this time. She was eager yet nervous, she couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Doflamingo swallowed, attempting to choke down the alcohol in his stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so nervous. 

 

With a trembling hand he gently gripped the frames with his fingers and slowly began to pull them from his face. (Y/N) unintentionally leaned forwards, trying to get a better look, her eyes wide in anticipation. As he removed his glasses, he looked straight at her, completely void of emotion. 

 

His eyes were a gunmetal blue, almost gray. Or more like his eye. The right eye was beautiful. It held a stern masculine energy, a seriousness about it that was alluring in the worst way. His left eye, on the other hand, was scarred so much to the point that she wondered if he could see. There was a gash like scar that ran from underneath his eye, up to the brow. His eye was a milky white, the blue iris was barely even visible. Yet the scarring didn’t take away from his beauty. 

 

The two stared at one another waiting for the other to speak first. Doflamingo expected her to look at him in horror like she always did, to pull back in repulsion, to insult him. Yet she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forwards in intrigument. 

 

“Well?” He finally spoke up. 

 

“It’s really not that bad.” She said casually, as if it were nothing, just a mere scratch. 

 

“Not that bad?” He repeated.

 

“Yeah, I wondered if you even had eyes under there at all.” She replied, trying to lighten the mood. 

 

He hurriedly put his glasses back on, a smirk playing across his face as he did so. 

 

“You don’t find me repulsive? Weak?” He asked. 

 

(Y/N) shook her head, “No, why would I? It’s just a scar. It’s no big deal.” She shrugged it off. 

 

He blinked in surprise, his mouth slightly open as he stared at her in awe. It was a way better reaction than he was expecting. She was completely unfazed. 

 

“Can I ask you something?” She spoke up again, still clutching her knees to her chest. 

 

“Go ahead.” 

 

“Can you see out of it?” 

 

“Not well, but yes.” He said honestly.

 

“Oh…” She paused awkwardly before continuing with another question. “So, what happened?” 

 

He didn’t answer for a moment, almost like he was deciding whether or not he should tell her. But after a moment he did. 

 

“Do you remember what I told you about my childhood, how we were tortured? He asked. 

 

She nodded, listening intently but that’s all he said. She took the hint. That’s all he was willing to say and she could obviously put the pieces together herself. The two stared silently for what seemed like an eternity before he talked again. 

 

“Does it disturb you?” 

 

“No.” 

 

“Don’t lie.” 

 

“I’m not.” 

 

She was being truthful. His messed up eye was the least concerning thing about him. She couldn’t understand why he was so worked up about it. 

 

“Does this mean you’ll stop sleeping in those things?” She pointed up at the glasses on his face. 

 

A smile slowly crept its way up on his face once more, making him look like his usual cocky self again. 

 

“Anything for you.” He reached a hand out, stroking the side of her face. 

 

Surprisingly enough, she leaned into his hand, allowing him to continue. His heart leapt in his chest. If he knew taking off his glasses would heed these results, he would've done so a month ago. This was a victory on his part. 

 

Doflamingo scooted closer, taking both hands and pulling her closer between his legs. He held her in his arms, his cheek pressed to the top of her head. Again, she allowed it. He then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Then behind her ear. Then jaw. Next thing she knew he was on her neck. His warm lips against her skin made her tingle all over. Out of pure instinct, she tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck. 

 

Doflamingo took full advantage of the position she was in. He then began to leave sloppy, wet, kisses up and down her neck. Sucking and biting as he went. One hand was on her hip and the other clinging to her waist beneath the water as he assaulted her (S/C) skin. 

 

Just as he got to her collarbone, she gently pushed him by his chest. Not forcefully but enough to tell him to stop. 

 

“That’s enough.” She halted him before he could reach her chest. 

 

He pulled back, disbelief and offense written all over his face. In one swift and impulsive motion, he grabbed her by the throat, keeping his other hand firmly gripping her waist. 

 

“Nobody likes a tease.” He growled against her ear. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t even flinch. It was as if she expected it. Instead she only smirked in return. 

 

“You sure seem to.” She retorted smugly, his hand still firmly grasping her throat. 

 

He didn’t reply. He just held her there for a second. Then, to her surprise, he crashed his lips into hers. Her eyes widened and she let out a whimper. He took advantage of her whine and shoved his long tongue into her mouth, immediately intertwining it with hers. 

 

He kept her throat in his hand so she couldn't escape. Yet she never even tried. Much to his surprise, she kissed him back. She placed both hands against his chest, feeling all the way up until her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. 

 

Doflamingo suddenly released her throat and grabbed both hips roughly as he hoisted her up, forcing her legs around his chest. He was so much larger that she couldn’t even wrap around him fully. He completely overpowered her. (Y/N) couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, feeling his teeth tugging at her bottom lip. 

 

Without warning, he shifted, pulling her completely out of the water and placing her on the wall of the tub, leaving her completely exposed to him as he kissed her. 

 

The cool air chilled her wet flesh, making every inch of her skin prickle. She deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth this time. After a moment, Doflamingo finally broke the make-out just so he could leave a trail of kisses down her neck and chest. He latched his mouth to the swell of her breast, sucking and biting roughly. 

 

She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. He swirled her hardened nipple around his tongue, groaning in return, sending a vibration through her chest. (Y/N) let one of her hands wander up to grip a handful of his golden locks as she arched her back, urging him to continue. 

 

He released the one nipple with a ‘pop’ and moved to the other, imitating his last motions. Doflamingo moved one hand up from her hip to knead her free breast, pinching and twisting her hardened peak. She moaned again, louder this time as she pressed her core against his toned chest. 

 

He couldn’t help but grin with her nipple between his teeth. He released her from his mouth, planting more kisses down her belly and stopping at her hip line. He looked up at her greedily. 

 

“Do you want this?” He asked, letting his hands roam her body as he waited for a response. 

 

(Y/N)’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted him but she wasn’t sure her pride would allow it. She made the quick decision to physically choke down her ego and nod. 

 

“Yes.” She panted out. 

 

If possible, his grin grew wider before prying open her legs. Without hesitation he buried his face in her wet heat. His tongue immediately found her sweet spot and began to swirl and suck. Her hips bucked up in response as she let out a pleasurable gasp. 

 

After a moment his tongue switched from her clit to her already soaked core, diving straight in as he pumped it in and out of her. He then pressed his thumb lightly to her and began to rub in a soft, circular motion that made her toes curl. 

 

“Fuck….” She whined, throwing her head back as she opened her legs even further, inviting him in. 

 

She fought the urge to grind against his face. Her legs shook as she arched her back. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes were closed but his never left her. He wanted to watch her fall apart under him. But not yet. 

 

Just as she could feel herself about to come— he pulled his tongue from her hole, leaving a string of her wet and his saliva connecting the two of them. Quickly he shoved one of his long fingers inside, curling and pumping slowly. He wanted to savor the taste of her on his tongue for a moment. 

 

One of his fingers was damn near the size of a normal man’s dick. He licked his lips as he watched her squirm and writhe against his palm. After he felt her heat expand, he added in another finger, stretching her further. Doflamingo latched himself to her clit again, slurping and sucking. 

 

She felt so high under his touch. The way his massive tongue knew how to please her like he’d been going down on her for years. 

 

“Fuck, you’re so good….” She groaned, pulling his hair, making him groan back. 

 

He felt like he could finish just from the taste of her alone. Her whole body began to tremble and her breathing quickened. She was close again and wasn’t going to hold back. She gripped his hair even harder, squeezing his head with her thighs as she ground her hips into his face. With her free hand she used it to grip the wall of the tub, holding herself steady. 

 

Doflamingo was throbbing beneath the water. He removed his hand from her hip and wrapped it around his cock and began to stroke himself. He moaned into her pussy as he felt himself growing closer too. He began to thrust his hip into his own hand, chasing his climax as he continued on her clit, pumping his fingers in and out. 

 

The knot in her core was becoming tighter and tighter until—

 

“FUCK…!” She exclaimed, bucking her hips one last time as she arched her back, completely coming undone around his fingers. 

 

He felt her pussy clench his fingers and her clit throb and twitch under his tongue as she finished. The image and sound of her climax was enough to send him over the edge as well, spurting his cum into the soapy water. He moaned and whimpered loudly against her cunt as he rode out his own climax as well as helping her ride out hers. 

 

His face was still glued to her, his tongue still as the two of them quivered and panted. (Y/N) looked down at him, her eyes glossy and heavy, lips slightly parted. She had never came like that in her life. He was by far the best fuck she’d ever had, and he hadn’t even fully fucked her yet. 

 

She twitched as he removed his mouth and fingers slowly. His two fingers were completely covered in her wet. His eyes never left hers as he slowly slid them into his mouth, moaning as he sucked her essence from his fingertips. Once clean, he removed them, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. 

 

“Absolutely beautiful.” He purred. 

 

Suddenly he pulled her to his chest, wrapping her legs around him again before standing out of the water, making her cling to him. He kept one arm wrapped around her as he used his free hand to ease them both out of the tub. Once out, he gently set her feet  down on the floor, allowing her to stand. 

 

Without a word he grabbed two towels, handing one to her before drying himself off. Once they were both dry he led her out of the bathroom and hoisted her up into the bed. She expected him to try and keep going, and honestly she would’ve let him, but he didn’t. He just removed the tray of food from atop the sheets and blew out the candles before climbing in beside her. 

 

Doflamingo pulled her nude body against his, placing a soft kiss to her neck as he spooned her. He didn’t expect to feel like this. He didn’t feel prideful. He felt completed. Whole. Loved even. The two of them slept on top of the sheets, wrapped in each other's embrace the whole night. She didn’t pull herself from his arms once that night. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was his now. 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Let me know if y’all fw this or not.

Chapter 40

Notes:

Y'all I really love and appreciate all of the comments and support that I got for this story. I didn't think the smut chapter would do so well lmao. I should've known better though lol. Again, thank you so much! And as always, let me know if I made any mistakes!

The first thing that crossed (Y/N)’s mind the next morning was regret. Before her eyes even opened, she was sick to her stomach. She wasn’t hungover. She was mortified and shameful. 

Doflamingo was still sleeping happily behind her. One of his big arms was draped around her much smaller torso. His fingers dug into her waist firmly as if he was afraid, she’d leave. His face was buried in her mess of hair on the pillow, his glasses off and on the nightstand. 

She wanted to slip away without him noticing but he held her so tightly it was near impossible. She managed to gently wiggle herself free from his grasp, slipping silently from under the sheet and onto the floor. Doflamingo grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, so she still had some time. 

(Y/N) snuck into the bathroom, softly shutting, and locking the door behind her. What had happened last night was evident. Their robes strewn across the floor, the tub was still filled to the brim with now murky cold water. She quickly picked up the silk robe from the floor and fixed it around herself. She was so ashamed she didn’t even want to look at herself right now. Nor did she want him to see any more than what he saw last night. 

As images from last night began to flash in her mind, her heart pounded against her ribs and her breath quickened almost to a pant. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. How could she allow him to do that? She said yes. She wanted it. Why? He was an awful man, vile even. 

(Y/N) sat down on the toilet to catch her breath and just think for a minute. 

“Never again…” She mumbled to herself, 

“Never.”

He’d want it again surely. Want to go even further. He’d expect it. Soon probably. She practically just signed her own death certificate. How could she survive fucking someone his size? He was at least ten feet tall. She stood at his hip. And not to mention his dick was almost as big around as her wrist, and damn near a foot long. How would it even work out? 

She exhaled deeply, her hands trembling as she did so. 

‘It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. We don’t have to do it ever again.’ She told herself mentally, trying to soothe her nerves. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and held it in for a moment. She then exhaled and repeated the process over and over again to calm herself and regulate her breathing. 

Just as her nerves began to settle, there was a soft knocking on the door. Not loud or demanding but enough to jar her. She already knew who it was. There was no other option. Doflamingo. He didn’t say anything, but he did knock again when she didn’t reply. 

“Just a second.” She called out to him, flushing the toilet.

She quickly washed up and splashed some water on her face, taking one last look at her frazzled self before opening up the door. Doflamingo stood, glasses on again and in a pair of underwear now. She was thankful that he wasn’t nude. She didn’t need any more reminders of what she had done. Nor did she want to be face level with his dick.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a sly smirk on his face as if he already knew she was a nervous wreck.

“Yeah fine.” She replied, pushing past him and into the bedroom. 

She could feel his eyes on her, yet he never moved away from the doorway. She made her way to the windowsill where Karma laid curled up. The sun was now slowly beginning to peak over the horizon. Karma sensed her mother's presence and blinked slowly, opening up her yellow eyes. She mewed in greetings and stretched in her spot as (Y/N) stroked her sleek, black, fur. 

Doflamingo watched for a moment before swiftly locking himself away in the bathroom. (Y/N) didn’t think much of it. She just continued to pet Karma while he did his business. She didn’t really want to talk to him. She was too embarrassed. She fought so hard to keep him from out between her legs just to let a couple glasses of champagne and a joint slide her out of her panties.

(Y/N) tried to distract herself from her self-loathing thoughts and get dressed for the day. Something he didn’t like. Her hands trembled as she undid her robe, letting the silky fabric slide from her shoulders and hips onto the floor. She wiggled herself into some comfortable pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt. Something he was reluctant to buy her. 

The shopping trip they had taken when she first arrived here consisted of him taking her to the most expensive stores in all of Dressrosa.  She however, insisted on getting herself comfortable clothes to wear as well. He was hesitant but allowed her to pick out some clothes that suited her personal style rather than his. 

Once dressed in her lazy clothes, she flopped down on the sofa, sprawled out on her back, legs over the armrest, just dangling there. Doflamingo was still in the bathroom, mainly just processing what had happened the night prior. As he washed his hands at the sink he glanced at the water filled tub, just as she had. The only difference was the reaction. A smug smile spread from ear to ear, teeth bared. He was proud, triumphant. 

He walked over to the tub, staring at his reflection in the cloudy water. He reached inside, the water that once steamed was now icy against his skin as he released the plug, letting the tub drain. Doflamingo stood over the bath, watching as the remnants of last night's events disappeared before his eyes. He stayed for a moment longer, staring at his discarded robe on the floor. Hers was gone. But he already knew that. 

The image of her crying out for him was enough to send a spark of arousal through him. He was even reluctant to brush his teeth. He could still taste her on his tongue, and he didn’t want to erase the last bit of proof that he had of their intimate encounter. He exited the bathroom to see her laid out lazily on the couch, her legs hanging freely over the arm. He strode over to her, standing arrogantly overtop of her. The window where Karma sat was now empty as she was now curled up on (Y/N)’s chest as she snuggled into her chin, purring loudly. 

“Look at my girls,” He said, “How sweet.”

(Y/N) ignored him. She didn’t even bother to look up at him. Just stared up at the ceiling as she petted the cat. Doflamingo looked over her conservative attire. Her long baggy pajama pants and shirt that was too big, left plenty to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine. 

“Don’t be shy now.” He teased, placing a hand on her knee.

She yanked her leg away, both of them actually, just so he couldn’t move to the other one. She placed both legs underneath herself as she sat up, removing Karma from her chest. Doflamingo’s arrogance was fueled by her actions. He placed both hands on the arm of the couch as he leaned down close to her face. 

“Don’t run away now, it’s too late for that. How about we—” Before he could finish his statement she huffed loudly, rolled her eyes and stood up, and stomped off to go hide in the bathroom once again. 

“I was just going to say how we should get ready for breakfast.” He called out to her as the door shut, obviously lying. 

As she hid, he got dressed. He could tell she was embarrassed. He was the opposite. He felt like the richest man in the world. He finally had everything he could ever want. Money, power, a kingdom, and now a lover to rule by his side. Even if she didn’t see herself as his life partner, she would eventually. It was only a matter of time

(Y/N), however, was pouting in the bathroom. She sat on the lid of the toilet, arms crossed and hunched over in defeat. Doflamingo wasn’t going to allow her to pout. He pounded on the door with his fist before jiggling the locked handle. 

“You’re not hiding from me are you, little bird?” He mocked from the other side of the door. 

She didn’t answer so he continued to taunt her. “Oh come on, I’m only teasing. If you come out now maybe, I’ll play with you again.”

“FUCK OFF!” (Y/N) yelled from inside; she had finally had enough.

As she put her face in her hands, she could get the images out of her mind. She could practically feel his oversized hands gripping her hips while he shoved his long fingers inside her. The thought alone made her shiver and every hair on her body stood on end. She could hear him laughing at her from beyond the door. He rattled the handle again. 

“Come on out, love. Let's talk.” She could hear the smirk in his tone. 

(Y/N) sighed in defeat, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before standing and making her way towards the bathroom door. She couldn’t hide forever; she’d have to confront him eventually. She could see the shadows of his feet from underneath the door. He was still there. Still waiting. Without hesitation, she ripped the door open with enough force to cause him to jump back, still grinning of course. 

“There she is.” He jeered, leaning down so that he was level with her face. “You finished with your little tantrum?” 

“Eat shit.” She hissed, pushing past him. 

Doflamingo of course found her jibe amusing and took no offense as he watched her stomp off towards the window. The sun was now just barely above the horizon, peeking through the curtains and dancing across the floor. She stared out at the beautiful city below as the townspeople were just beginning to start their morning routine. 

“Are you going to get dressed for breakfast or are you going to sit around and pout all day?” Doflamingo said, interrupting her thoughts. 

He was leaned up against the wall, just outside of the bathroom as he took in her outfit. She just shook her head ‘no’ without looking.

“I am dressed.” She said simply. 

Doflamingo’s smug grin faltered and fell from his face as he eyed her through his lenses. He straightened up, pulling himself away from the wall and walking towards her slowly. 

“That’s what you’re wearing today? Pajamas? You can't be serious.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Apparently I have to do everything for you.” 

Doflamingo made his way to the dresser where her clothes were and began to rifle through the drawer, mumbling things incoherently to himself. But before he could pick her out an outfit—

“No. I’m not changing. I’m wearing this today. I don’t feel like getting all dressed up for you to stare at my tits all day.” She protested. 

Doflamingo snapped around, squinting under his shades at her, clearly unimpressed with her attitude. 

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” He snapped, continuing to pick out her clothes. 

Before she could continue, he pulled out a tight pair of black leather pants and an intricate shirt to match. He turned and tossed them onto the bed before pulling out a pair of boots from the bottom of the closet and tossing them at her feet. 

“Put this on, and don’t argue.” He demanded, pointing a long slender finger in her direction. 

“No.” She snarled, still facing out the window and refusing to look at him. 

He let out a long, dramatic sigh as he rubbed his temples. 

“I can’t have you running around the palace looking like a little hobo, how do you think that makes me look?” He said through gritted teeth, stepping towards her as he animated his speech with his hands. 

“I don’t give a shit to be honest.” (Y/N) said, finally turning on her heel to make eye contact. 

Her arms were firmly crossed and her eyes squinted, jaw tight. The two were locked in a stare down before he finally threw his arms up in defeat before stomping out of the room, no other words spoken, just the sound of his childish footsteps down the hall as he slammed the door behind him. She felt rather successful. Even if it was something as stupid as an outfit. She felt like she regained some of the power she relinquished last night. 

(Y/N) wasn’t happy however. How could she be in a place like this? She sat down on the couch, resting her elbow on the arm and her face in her hand. Karma sat on the other end of the sofa, purring happily as she always did. Nothing seemed to faze her. The cat had been taken and brought inside against her will and yet she just accepted it. She knew it was the best option she had. She could live her best life here. 

As those thoughts crossed (Y/N)’s mind. She wondered if the best thing for her to do would be to take a page out of Karma's book and just learn to be happy. Doflamingo was right, there were plenty of women who would kill to be in her position. Maybe she was taking it for granted. 

He bought her clothes, fed her the best food money could buy, and of course he absolutely adored her beyond words. Yet she found that last bit hard to believe. And yet she wanted none of it. She just wanted her crew and her freedom and that was the only thing he couldn’t give her. 

(Y/N) felt the guilt of her ungratefulness seeping through her skin and poisoning her body as she stared at the clothes he laid out off her. She was so close to just giving in and putting on the outfit he’d chosen and walk down to breakfast like the good little pet she was supposed to be. But a surge of pride flared within her as she stood. 

“No.” she said out loud to herself. “I’m not gonna play his little games. I don’t care how many times he goes down on me. Not happening.” She shook her head as she stormed out into the hall, slamming the door behind her just as he did. 

Chapter 41

(Y/N) stomped down the hall and down the stairs, making her way to the dining room where the man who ruined her life was. She couldn’t lie. As she stood in front of the intricately designed double doors, she feared how he may react. She took a deep breath and gently pushed open one of the double doors, careful to not make a spectacle of her entrance. 

 

The first thing she heard before entering the room was Doflamingo’s booming voice as he gloated. She hadn’t even entered the room, only cracked the door open unnoticed. 

 

“Oh, you should have heard her!” His obnoxious voice rang out. 

 

No— he’s not… He wouldn’t. 

 

“She practically begged me for it.” He bragged; crystal glass filled halfway with a red wine in his hand as he spoke animatedly. 

 

(Y/N) felt her blood boil. Her hands shook and she could feel the angry heat rising up the back of her neck. Her brain was clouded with humiliation and utter disgust. She wanted to run away. To not even step into the room knowing all eyes would immediately be on her. But against her better judgement— she burst through the mahogany doors, silencing him in an instant. 

 

Her face was contorted into a hateful sneer. Her nose scrunched up in disdain. She stepped into the room quickly, her bare feet padding loudly across the tiled floors of the dining hall as she made her way to him at the head of the table. 

 

“Well, well, well, look who decided to—" She shut him up quick. She drew her arm back and struck him hard with a closed fist, punching him directly in his jaw. 

 

He was stunned more than hurt. The rest of the room sat in a shocked silence. Some of them gasped, some just sat with their jaws on the floor. However, Violet was the only one who was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. Everyone else expected her to be punished. 

 

The side of his face stung, a small red mark in the shape of her knuckles and rings was beginning to form on his cheek. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at her, lips slightly parted and a surprised look on his face. He never thought she’d have the guts to hit him like that. 

 

He just wanted to tease her. To teach her a lesson about wearing pajamas down to breakfast. He never expected her to take things this far. Before he could scold her or get another word in, hell, even before he could hit her back— she pointed a shaky finger up at him, her tone stern, but her voice shook as she spoke,” Don’t you fucking EVER, say another word about me to anybody else ever again.” 

 

(Y/N) looked like she was going to burst into flames or tears, he couldn’t tell which one. Before his pride could get the better of him, she turned on her heel, stomping out of the room before he could even reprimand her. She slammed the door shut behind her, rattling the silverware on the table. 

 

The room was drowning in a silent tension. No one knew whether or not to speak or stay silent. What they did know was that no one better stare. The family kept their eyes glued to the table. Not one of them daring to make a move. Doflamingo didn’t know what to do either. And honestly, he was hurt. Not physically of course. He clenched his jaw, pride wounded. He stood from the table, slamming his glass down so hard the stem of the glass snapped, spilling wine all over the tablecloth. 

 

“Excuse me for a moment will you.” He spoke rather calmly as he exited the room.

 

As he entered the corridor, (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. He cursed to himself; he had to find her. There weren’t many places she’d likely be. Yet part of him feared that this might actually be her last straw. That she might actually leave him. 

 

His heart thudded against his rib cage as his hands shook. His pace quickened along with his breath. He checked the library first. Her normal chair was empty. He searched every aisle, calling out her name frantically as he did so. Nothing. 

 

Next, he went to the bedroom. Again, nothing. He paced the room, practically in tears. He paused by the windowsill. He almost hadn’t noticed. Karma sat perched on the sill, watching his every move silently. 

 

“Where’s your mommy?” He stooped down on the cat's level, patting her softly with his jittery hand. 

 

Of course she didn’t reply, just blinked slowly up at him as her little body vibrated with purrs. He stood abruptly, almost seemingly aggravated that she didn’t answer. 

 

“Of course you’re useless. But she wouldn’t leave without you now, would she?” He said, a grin now starting to creep across his face in realization as he scratched under her chin. 

 

Outside was cold. Flurries fell from the sky and painted the ground a blinding white. December was clearly now in full swing. Doflamingo watched out the window that overlooked the city, his reflection staring back at him. It would have almost been a peaceful site if he wasn’t so worked up prior. 

 

He had to continue his search for her. He checked his office next. Maybe she’d be hiding out there, pouting in her swing. But no, she wasn’t there either. He huffed as he slammed the door shut behind him. He thundered down the hall, peeking in every room including the closets. Nothing. It was almost as if she had disappeared entirely. 

 

Doflamingo was beginning to become furious. He stormed down the halls, mumbling to himself like a madman as he did so. 

 

“Thinks she can just hit me and hide… No… I don't think so.” he murmured, back hunched as he stomped, his feathered coat billowing behind him. 

 

Every servant he passed either cowered in fear or avoided him completely. The news of breakfast had traveled throughout the palace within the hour. There wasn’t a soul in the house who didn’t know. Trebol made sure of that. He took any and every opportunity to drag her name through the mud. 

 

“Who does she think she is?” Trebol’s sniveling voice rang throughout the parlor as he spoke with Diamante, “Putting her hands on the Young Master like that. Do you think that was his last straw?” He said hopefully.

 

Diamante just shrugged nonchalantly, crossing his leg over the other while he sipped wine. “Don’t know but you need to be quiet.”

 

Trebol’s sinister smile faltered at Diamante’s words. He knew he was right. Doflamingo would surely punish him for his insolence if he heard him bad mouthing her again. Yet he continued, this time just above a frantic whisper. 

 

“I mean come on, you see what she’s doin’ to ‘em.” He stood from his chair and began to pace the room. “She’s making him weak. Before he wouldn’t have hesitated to put a woman in her place for swinging on 'em”

 

As Trebol continued to ramble on, Doflamingo was on the other side of the door, listening intently, fists clenched. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He pressed his ear to the wood to hear better. He didn’t want Trebol to know he was listening in on his insults. He wanted to hear what he had to say when he thought no one was listening. 

 

“I don’t know why he even bothers with her; she’s just some tramp like the rest of ‘em.” Trebol rambled. 

 

Diamante just nodded, silently agreeing with him. Doflamingo stood perfectly still, trying to not make a sound as he quaked and seethed. 

 

‘A tramp?’ He thought. ‘He thinks MY woman is a tramp?’ 

 

Doflamingo wanted nothing more than to burst through the doors of the parlor and snatch Trebol up by his fat neck and strangle him to death. But he couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. It was only natural for Trebol to feel this way. He was just jealous. Jealous that (Y/N) was getting all of his attention, and he wasn’t anymore. Trebol just found his behavior unusual. Trebol nor any other member of the family had ever seen him so infatuated before. So of course they were concerned.

He stepped away from the door. He couldn’t bear to hear Trebol’s foul mouth any longer. He had bigger shit to worry about. He had to find her. Doflamingo had already searched the whole palace for her. Everywhere but— He suddenly took off, bolting down the corridor, almost sprinting. 

 

“She wouldn’t be that stupid, would she?” He murmured under his breath, his pace quickening. 

 

Doflamingo stopped at the frosted, stained-glass doors that led out to the garden. He paused, his fingers grazing the handle. He could feel the cold from outside seeping into his skin. He wiped the fog from the glass, peering out into the snow. And there it was. A trail of little bare feet. 

 

“Oh she is that stupid.” He hissed, yanking open the door and traipsing out into the storm as he followed her trail. 

 

He knew exactly where she’d be. And there she was, knees hugged to her chest on the porch swing under the now bear weeping willow. She saw him coming a mile away. I mean how could she not? He was ten feet tall. Yet she did not acknowledge him, didn’t even pull her face from her knees. As he approached, he could see that the bottoms of her pant legs were soaked. She was shivering as well. 

 

Her toes were beginning to turn blue, and her arms were covered in goosebumps from the cold. Her tangled hair was littered with snow flurries. Doflamingo stood a couple of feet away, almost as if he were too afraid to approach her any further. Like she just might hit him again. And honestly, he’d let her. He’d let her do anything just as long as her attention was on him.

 

“Hey…” He called out softly, hands in his coat pockets. 

 

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at him. In one swift motion he removed his coat, leaving him in a white, opened button up shirt. He draped it around her shoulders gently, making sure he wrapped her completely, even covering up her icy toes. She didn’t thank him, but she didn’t reject him either. Doflamingo then stooped down in front of her.

 

“Please.” He whispered, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—” 

 

Suddenly her face emerged looking hurt and absolutely enraged. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks stained with tears. 

 

“You’re not sorry.” She interrupted him bluntly, “And don’t say you didn’t mean it because you so did.”   

 

He did mean to say it. He meant to gloat to everyone about how he had her gripping the side of the tub in ecstasy. He wanted her to hear, to be upset. But not like this. He just wanted to show her who was in charge. To punish her for her insubordination. He should’ve known better. She wasn’t the type to just let that slide. 

 

“(Y/N), please…” He reached out to touch her, but she jerked away.

 

“Please what?” She snapped, “Please forgive you? Forgive you for what exactly? For holding me hostage or for telling everyone about what I so graciously allowed you to do to me?” She paused for a moment, letting him stew in her hateful words before continuing, “What you’ve done is unforgivable. I gave you what you wanted, and you threw it back in my fucking face.” 

 

Doflamingo was stunned, his mouth ajar as he sat before her. She was right. He had disrespected her and thrown away what little trust he had gained. He had no other choice but to choke down his pride and truly apologize.

 

“You’re right.” He admitted, “What I did was completely unforgivable and I don’t expect to gain your trust back just yet.”

 

“Or ever…” She mumbled.

 

He sighed, “It was— I just… I didn’t think you’d be mad. Just a little embarrassed. I wanted you to learn your lesson.”

 

“Learn what lesson!?” She hissed. 

 

“For wearing that.” He gestured to the oversized pajamas she insisted on wearing. 

 

“So, you publicly humiliated me over my fucking outfit?” She said in disbelief, squinting her eyes at him. 

 

“Well, no— It was to show you who’s in charge. I was just putting you in your place is all.” He said so casually, as if it were no big deal. 

 

She just stared at him. A mixture of disgust and appalment was written all over her face. 

 

She scoffed, “That was the worst apology I’ve ever heard.”

 

Doflamingo’s eye twitched underneath his shades as she rejected his apology. It took a lot of restraint for him to not snatch her up and drag her back inside. 

 

“You hit me.” He growled, “You hit me and it’s not even the first time.”

 

He was right. She had hit him before. Bit him too. (Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes lingered on the teeth shaped scar on his neck. She remembered that day well. How he practically cornered her and forced her to defend herself. (Y/N) wasn’t a violent person. She wasn’t one to go out of her way to hurt others but right now she wanted nothing more than to beat him senseless. 

 

“You asked for it.” She retorted. 

 

“Don’t act like you didn’t want what I gave you.” His tone was dark and low as he spoke. 

 

(Y/N) stood from the swing immediately at his words, a grimace painted her face, and her fists trembled at her sides. She didn’t even acknowledge the snow that continued to freeze her feet and soak her pant legs. 

 

“I didn’t want you to run your mouth about it! And I can assure you it won’t be happening again.” With that she stomped off back in the direction of the house, his coat still draped around her shoulders like a blanket as she left another trail of footprints in the snow.

 

He was left there alone feeling regretful and angry, squatted down by the swing, the cold air reddening his tan skin. Doflamingo stood back up, his head hanging low as he made his way back to the palace. He feared that he let his pride ruin something yet again.

Notes:

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Chapter 42

It had been days since the two of them had spoken. More like it had been days since she spoke to him. (Y/N) had been giving him the silent treatment for almost a week, and it was driving him up the wall. He’d apologized multiple times to her, yet she would only give a soft, dismissive hum in return, a grunt if he was being particularly annoying. 

 

Doflamingo brought her a bundle of roses, boxes of chocolate, wine, and even weed. She took all of his gifts with an unappreciative ’hmph’ and would crinkle her nose up at him before tossing her present to the side. He didn’t know how to make her forgive him. He wasn’t the kind of man to grovel or beg for forgiveness, and here he was playing the apologetic ex, begging for some kind of attention. 

 

He wished she’d scream in his face. To tell him how vile of a creature he was. He wanted her to put her hands on him again. To strike him across the face. He didn’t care, as long as her undivided attention was on him. Doflamingo craved her defiance. Now she didn’t even argue. She would just sit blankly, brushing off his advances nonchalantly, not a single insult left her lips. It ate him alive. 

 

She wasn’t broken. Just pissed. She wanted to hurt his feelings. To make him fall at her feet. (Y/N) wanted to see the pathetic sniveling man that she saw on his birthday. The one who was laying his head in her lap, grasping at the dress he picked out like it was his lifeline. And she wasn’t backing down until she got what she wanted. 

 

Over the days that she was ignoring him, she needed someone to vent to that wasn’t Karma. Her only other option was Violet. She knew that she worked for him, that she was obligated to run back to her master. (Y/N) didn’t care, however. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t care less if Violet went and told Doflamingo what she was saying about him. 

He could find out what a scumbag he was without having to do it herself. 

 

The day after he humiliated (Y/N), she was shit talking him in the library, loudly at that, with none other than Violet who nervously chewed on her nails as her eyes flipped between (Y/N) and the door, fear pulsing through her as she anticipated Doflamingo to hear. 

 

“Fuck him, I hate him. I wish I could leave.” (Y/N) complained, pacing the library as she spoke animatedly. “I mean who the hell does he think he is?” She glanced over at Violet briefly, looking for her reaction, “It’s not like I wanted it, or him. And whose business is it anyways? Not the whole damn family that’s for sure!” She huffed, slamming her body down into an armchair beside Violet. 

 

“I can’t believe you hit him and lived…” She murmured, shaking her head, “I’ve never seen him be so lenient with anyone before. Not even those he's close to.” 

 

(Y/N) scoffed, brushing off her reply. “I don’t know what his issue is, he gets what he wants then immediately fucks it up. Talk about self-destructive.” She rolled her eyes, exhaling deeply. 

 

“Yes, destructive is one word for it.” Violet gave a small nervous smile. 

 

This time Violet didn’t run back to Doflamingo. She didn’t need to. He didn’t ask either. He knew better. He knew he had already pissed (Y/N) off enough with his manipulative actions. Instead, he followed her around. Hiding behind corners and doors to listen and watch. 

 

He wanted to give her the space she desired but not fully. He couldn’t let her get too far out of reach. Doflamingo knew she had nowhere else to go, but yet something deep in his heart made him fear that she’d take off on an impulse if he pressed her too far. So instead, he watched from afar.  

 

He could have easily used Pica to observe her but no, he wanted to do it himself. He felt it was more romantic that way. It showed how passionate and devoted he was to her. He stayed to listen when she talked poorly of him.  Those were the times he was most interested. It was the most he heard her speak since she arrived months ago. It was exhilarating to hear her speak about something she was so passionate about, even if it was her hatred for him. 

 

The fire in her eyes when she called him a ‘fucking lunatic’, made his heart dance between his ribs. The way she would throw her hands up in dramatics made his stomach flutter. All the while, slurred curses flew from her lips, aimed in his direction. Part of it hurt. He couldn’t ignore the sting of her words. But it was worth it just to see that much emotion pour from her soul. 

 

Doflamingo knew that this dynamic wouldn’t work between them. He needed to mend their relationship. He couldn’t live with her silence forever. He missed her terribly. He wouldn’t admit it to himself or her, but he regretted what he did at breakfast that morning. It was his pride talking. He had done it with every woman he’d been with. It was in his nature to gloat. Especially when he finally got his hands on her. 

 

Doflamingo needed to come up with a plan, and quick. After about a week of being ignored, he had finally had enough. While drunk off whiskey in his office, he finally thought of something. At the sudden idea, he shot up out of his chair and stumbled his way to the library. It was late and the library was empty. (Y/N) had already gone to bed, so he didn’t have to worry about her catching him.  

 

He scoured through the fiction section, running his clumsy fingers across the spines of each book until he stopped at the one he was looking for. This book in particular stood out to him. It wasn’t as dusty as the others, hinting that it had been read recently. He carefully pulled it from the shelf, flipping it over to look at the cover. It was that shitty romance novel that he saw her reading weeks ago. 

 

Doflamingo began to flip through the pages, skimming the words with a grimace on his face. There had to be something in it that would give him a clue. What could he possibly do to fix what he had broken? As he fumbled through the pages, something caught his eye. In the story the romantic interest had written the main character a well-written love letter. It surely would make any woman’s heart swoon. That was it. That’s what he’d do. 

 

With fervor, he practically sprinted back to his office, book in hand for reference. 

Once inside, he clicked the lock behind him and plopped down in his chair. Once seated he pulled out his favorite quill and a beautiful red ink. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, downing half of it in one gulp before readying himself. He had a million things to say and yet had no idea how to say them. He tapped his fingers on the desk, unsure of how to start.

 

HIs eyes suddenly lit up as an idea crossed his mind. Immediately he began scratching the quill against the parchment. He wrote so fast that he could’ve swore the paper would ignite. Once finished, he held the page up, examining his hard work with a toothy grin on his face. This would surely make her want him again. He carefully folded up the letter and placed it in an envelope. Once inside he sealed the envelope with wax, stamping it with the Donquixote crest.

 

He stood from his chair, feeling rather confident in his work. The plan was to sneak into the room, careful not to wake her, slip the note under her pillow and be gone before the morning. He couldn’t be there when she opened it. It’d ruin it. And that’s exactly what he did. Doflamingo crept into the bedroom. (Y/N) was soundly asleep, lying on her stomach, completely sprawled out, face buried in the pillows. Gently, he slipped the envelope under the silk covered pillow before removing his coat and shoes and climbing into bed beside her.

 

 The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of something soft, gently rubbing against her cheek. She groaned, scrunching up her face. She assumed it was Doflamingo, but when her heavy (E/C) eyes fluttered open, Karma sat atop her chest, rubbing her furry face against her cheek, purring loudly. She sighed, scratching under Karma’s chin before sitting up and removing the cat from her chest. 

 

The morning sun glared into her eyes, blinding her momentarily as she sat up. (Y/N) quickly glanced around the room, looking for her captor but he was nowhere in sight. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. It was relieving to not have to wake up next to his villainous grin on the pillow next to hers. 

 

(Y/N) huffed, flopping down on her back once more. As her head hit the pillow, she heard a crinkle from underneath. She flipped over, shoving her hand under. She felt the envelope he placed there. She pulled it out, her fingers grazing the corners before tracing the crest embedded on the letter. 

 

“Fuck…” She breathed out, rolling her eyes as ripped open the envelope. 

 

She had a feeling she knew what this was. And she was right. The page was filled with his scribbled, messy words. The letter wrote:

 

To mi pajarito, 

 

I know what I did was unforgivable. No amount of apologies can fix my betrayal. My heart aches for you. I’m desperate. I need to hear your voice, to feel your heart beating beneath your breast. 

I crave your warmth. Your presence. Abuse me, use me. As long as your attention is all on me, I don’t care. I’d let you rip my heart out with your bare hands if it meant you’d say, ‘I love you’. 

 

I yearn for your body against mine. I want to feel your breath against my neck, your teeth sinking into my flesh. Our souls are intertwined, whether you want to admit it or not. I know you feel it too.  I can feel my heart break each time you turn me away. It shatters only for you. No one has ever captivated me like you. 

 

Your eyes, your lips, your body. It’s all mine, just as mine is yours. I see the way you look at me. How you can’t decide whether or not you hate me or want to fuck me. It’s destroying you. Just give in. Let me have you. All of you. Devour me. Swallow me whole. Make me beg for mercy. Bring me to my knees. You’re already mine, just give in, let me be yours. 

 

If you ever leave me, I’ll burn down the entire world to get you back. 

 

Yours always, Doflamingo 

 

(Y/N) gripped the letter with both hands as Karma attempted to nuzzle the paper from her hands. His possessiveness was evident in the letter, and she felt it. She knew he meant what he said, yet he didn’t say everything he meant. He was holding back. 

 

“Fucking coward.” She grumbled, folding the note back up and shoving it in her nightstand. 

 

She wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet. 

 

Doflamingo sat at the head of the dining room table. The seat beside him was empty. Her seat. He didn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like she was going to burst through the doors, begging him to take her right then and there. Instead of that, he just sulked. He hardly spoke, didn’t smile, didn’t jibe. Nothing. Just hums of agreement whenever he was acknowledged. 

 

This behavior didn’t go unnoticed by the family. Trebol and Diamanté kept shooting each other with troubled looks. Whereas Violet was more concerned with (Y/N)’s absence more so than his soured mood. After some time, (Y/N) came traipsing into the dining hall. She was still in her clothes from the night prior, her bare feet slapping against the marbled floor. Quietly, she took her seat, pouring a cup of coffee without even looking in his general direction. 

 

‘Don’t even look at him.’ She thought to herself, keeping her eyes firmly glued to the table. 

 

She could feel his eyes boring a hole through the side of her head, but she didn’t give him the satisfaction. 

 

‘I’ll just pretend like I didn’t see it.’ She thought, ‘ I’ll just let him bring it up.’

 

(Y/N) didn’t want to eat. Her nerves were already eating her. Doflamingo on the other hand didn’t touch a thing. He just stared at her, waiting for her to say something. Anything. He’d even be pleased if she screamed in his face. Told him he was a disgusting fucking freak and that he should kill himself. As long as her attention was on him. 

 

Yet she didn’t say anything. And that drove him mad. Just as he was about to reach out and break the unbearable silence, she stood. Without a word she exited the room, all eyes on her form as she deserted him. He huffed to himself as the door slammed shut behind her.

 

‘Now what?’

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Chapter 43

(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 get bored and move on eventually.” Diamanté 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. 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 44

Notes:

I really wanted to upload another chapter this week since I felt the last one was a little boring.

(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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Chapter 45

Notes:

Sorry for the late update! I just wasn't feeling up to writing and didn't want to give a half-assed chapter cause y'all deserve better. As always, let me know if there's any mistakes.

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. 

Chapter 46

Notes:

Sorry I didn’t update sooner; I was camping last weekend. As always let me know how you guys feel!

 

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. 

Chapter 47

Notes:

Let me know how you guys feel about this chapter and as always let me know if anything needs to be corrected or changed! I wanted to post another chapter because it took over two weeks for me to put out the last chapter.

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. 

 

 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 48

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 unfazed 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.” 

 

 

Notes:

Let me know if any corrections need to be made. <3

Chapter 49

“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. 

Notes:

I've really been in the mood to write recently so that's why I've been pumping out chapters but let me know if they aren't up to par or seem rushed. <3

Chapter 50

(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 (S/C) 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.” 

Notes:

Let me know how y'all feel about this chapter. I'm not great at writing smut I fear lol. Tell me if I should edit certain parts.

Chapter 51

(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. 

Notes:

Sorry, this one is not as interesting this time but I kinda wanted to delve into the readers relationship with her crew. Let me know if its trash or not lol. As always, thank you so much for the kudos and comments I look at every single one of them. <3

Chapter 52

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.” 

 

Notes:

I'm not sure if I'm in love with this chapter. Let me know if everything makes sense and is coherent. Also feel free to ask any questions or if you have any recommendations. As always, I love all of the comments, please don't stop feeding my ego. <3

Chapter 53

“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. 

Notes:

Thank you all for reading this chapter! I can't believe I'm 53 chapters in on this fanfic, I never expected it to get any attention. I love and appreciate all of the kudos and comments I get. Let me know your thoughts and opinions on this chapter! <3 And feel free to correct me if I fuck anything up!

Chapter 54

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.

 

 

Notes:

This chapter was pretty boring, but I swear the next one will be better. I'm setting up for the next chapter. Thank you for reading this far and staying through my boring ass chapters lol. <3 As always, let me know how you guys are feeling.

Chapter 55

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.” 

 

Notes:

I am so sorry that this took so long to put out. Hopefully it's not too underwhelming after waiting for two weeks lol. I took some time off of writing to reread my story and make some corrections to it. Eventually I will be replacing my story with the updated version because there were so many errors when I read over it lol. But thank you for being so patient! As always feel free to correct me. <3

Chapter 56

Doflamingo would be home today. That was her first thought as she opened her eyes the next morning. Her stomach immediately bubbled with anxiety at the thought of it. A part of her missed him. Not that she’d admit it. But it was rather boring without him. 

 

At breakfast, Doflamingo’s arrival was all anyone was talking about. Apparently (Y/N) wasn’t the only one who was informed of his early homecoming. Some of them seemed excited, mainly Trebol, and others seemed indifferent, like Gladius. The family of course ignored her presence as they always did. Even Baby and Viola. But she didn’t mind. It was rather nice to be treated as if she didn’t exist. 

 

(Y/N) enjoyed her solitude here. She liked to pretend she didn’t exist and it was easy to do here whenever she wanted to disappear. No one ever bothered her besides Doflamingo, but when he wasn’t around, she could fade into the background with ease. Unfortunately that wouldn’t last long—

 

“I hope you’re ready to be punished when the Young Master gets back.” Trebol’s sickening voice broke through (Y/N)’s thoughts. 

 

She perked her head up in confusion. 

 

“For?” She asked, setting down her cup of coffee, brow raised. 

 

“For leaving the palace. You know your place. And don’t think I didn’t tell him ya ran off.” He pointed a large finger in her direction gleefully. 

 

“She was with us.” Viola piped up. 

 

“Yeah, she was supervised the whole time.” Baby 5 added. 

 

Trebol deflated for a brief second before his shit-eating grin returned. He laughed, sickeningly so. 

 

“Doesn’t matter. She was supposed to stay put, not wander off. He won’t be happy when he gets a hold of ya!” He bellowed from across the table. 

 

(Y/N) just scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She spoke with him last night. He didn’t sound upset. Unless she was his first call. She tried not to be worried but deep down she feared she might be in trouble. 

 

Thankfully Baby and Viola were there to vouch for her. As Trebol guffawed at the table over what punishment she might receive, (Y/N) stood from her chair and left, not wanting to entertain him further.. Back in the room, it was her last chance to work out before he got home. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to once he was home. 

 

She started out with pushups. She did about ten until her arms shook and begged her to stop. Then she moved on to squats. She worked out for hours before finally collapsing onto the bed. As she laid flat on her back, legs dangling from the mattress, something caught her eye. 

 

The box. It sat on top of the dresser, lid skewed. One of the straps hung outside of the box limply. (Y/N) sighed, rubbing both hands down her face in exhaustion. What was she going to do? It was truly humiliating for him to dress her up like a doll. Especially in something like that . 

 

However, Trebol’s laughter echoed in her ears. It sent a jolt of fear through her, settling in her belly. What if Doflamingo was pissed? What if she really was in trouble when he got home this evening? Maybe if she put on the lingerie it would soften the blow. 

 

(Y/N) paced the room nervously until lunch. Mainly just chewing her nails out of habit and talking to the cat about her worries. That and picking the lingerie out of the box, looking at it, shaking her head in disgust, and then putting it back. After some incoherent mumbling to herself she finally decided she’d put it on. It wasn’t a promise to him but more of a self-defense mechanism. 

 

The Numanica Flamingo was only hours away from the shores of Dressrosa. The ship was bobbing around in the waves as Doflamingo sat at his desk in the captain’s  quarters, Diamanté sitting on the sofa he was clearly too big for. The light overhead swayed with the motion of the ship, casting odd shadows across the room. The red candles on his bedside table flickered ominously. 

 

Diamanté sat with a drink in his hand, taking a swig occasionally as the two men sat in a content silence as Doflamingo jotted things down: Diamanté was unsure if it was work related or not. Finally, Doflamingo piped up. 

 

“I’m ready to be home, this ship is exhausting.” Doflamingo breathed out, sighing and running a hand through his hair. 

 

Diamanté chuckled, taking a drink.

 

“I hear that. That storm last night was pretty rough. Wasn’t sure if we were going to make it home.” He said with a smile. 

 

Doflamingo hummed in agreement, his mind clearly elsewhere. He leaned his cheek on his fist, elbow resting on the desktop. 

 

“You know Diamanté, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He started. 

 

“I’ve noticed you’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Especially since that girl showed up.” Diamanté said boldly. 

 

Doflamingo let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’, not even looking at him. But he didn’t elaborate immediately. 

 

“Is it about her?” Diamanté asked, tilting his head curiously, a sneer on his lips. 

 

Doflamingo nodded. 

 

“Isn’t it always?” He joked, a half-hearted smile gracing his features. “But I was thinking, maybe…” He hesitated, tapping his finger on the desk. “Oh never mind… You’ll disagree with me anyways.” He huffed, waving his hand dismissively. 

 

Diamanté raised a brow curiously. 

 

“Not necessarily, but go on Doffy, what is it?” He encouraged, downing the rest of his drink.

 

Doflamingo looked unsure, he had a slight frown and he tapped his fingers idly. He then went against his better judgment and spoke.

 

“Well…. I want to ask her to marry me.” He admitted timidly, avoiding Dimanté’s eye. 

 

Diamanté was shocked, needless to say. He knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth would be bad but he didn’t think it would be that bad. He blinked a couple of times, mouth open. 

 

“Marry her!?” He said, astonished, slamming his glass on Doflamingo’s desk. “You can’t marry her! She wouldn’t even agree to that!” 

 

Doflamingo’s face soured. The vein in his forehead protruded and his jaw tightened. His frown remained the same. 

 

“And why wouldn’t she say yes? I’m a desirable man, am I not? I have everything a woman like her could ask for. Sex, money, drugs, booze. It’s all hers. Why wouldn’t she say yes?” Doflamingo said hastily, standing from his chair. 

 

“I’m not saying you’re not, Doffy.” Diamanté backtracked, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying she doesn’t seem to be the type to settle down. And to be honest, neither are you.” 

 

Doflamingo’s shoulders relaxed and he huffed. 

 

“That’s what makes us so compatible, don't you think? She’s a free spirit, wild and needs to be tamed. And clearly I’m the man for the job. She’s becoming more docile. I’ve almost got her.” A sinister smile slowly started to form. 

 

Diamanté sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

 

“I just don’t get what you see in a girl like that. She’s just some filthy, low-level pirate. You’ve had prettier girls than that one, what’s with her?“ Diamanté asked. 

 

Doflamingo’s smile vanished quickly. Anger shook through him. He didn’t like to hear his men talk so lowly of his lover. 

 

“I don’t care what you think of her.” He said sternly, crashing both of his fists into the wood of the desk, sending papers flying. “She’s different.” He said quieter, more sure sounding. 

 

“Different how?” 

 

Doflamingo couldn’t reveal too much about her. He respected her enough to keep her secrets hidden. Although his fixation started long before he knew of her past. The new information only encouraged him. 

 

“She’s calm yet she loves to run her mouth. She stands up to me. She’s opinionated, self-destructive, angry, and quiet. She doesn’t fear me in the same way others do. And I’ve always just had a feeling about her, long before we even met. I’ve always known.” Doflamingo said, his tone longing. 

 

Diamanté was silent. He didn’t reply, just shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t like to see his captain so emotional. It wasn’t a good look for him. It made him seem weak. She made him weak.  

 

“Besides,” Doflamingo continued, sitting back down as he adjusted his glasses, heart pounding,” “I won’t ask her yet. Soon, but not yet. I know she won’t agree.” 

 

“Then why bother?” Diamanté finally spoke up. 

 

“Because she’ll cave. She always does. She loves me, she just won't admit it to herself yet.” 

 

Back at the palace, (Y/N) was preparing for Doflamingo’s return. She was soaking in the tub, fresh out of the shower. She wanted to feel clean before she let him crawl all over her and defile her again. She couldn’t lie, he was amazing but it didn’t erase the shame and regret she felt every time he touched her. 

 

The lingerie hung from the back of the bathroom door beside her robe. It was a beautiful vintage piece. It was a babydoll styled lingerie piece, light pink and sheer. Most likely made from chiffon. The straps were thin and pink, adorned with dainty bows at the shoulder. The neckline was low, also covered in bows as well as ruffles. The base was short and layered with the same bows and ruffles 

 

It reminded her of something out of the 1970s. It was certainly gorgeous but she didn’t want to wear it for him. Her eyes remained glued to it as she finished up her bath. The dress bunched up at the breast and flowed out around her hips, giving a dainty, feminine, romantic feel. She slid it on over her head, letting it fall over her body. 

 

It was so sheer that it was merely for play and it came with no underwear so there was literally nothing left to the imagination. (Y/N) squirmed in her outfit, hair dripping onto her shoulders and down her back. 

She wanted to make sure that she was properly prepared for him when he came home. 

 

He’d be home any minute now. The sun was beginning to set as she rubbed lavender scented lotion into her skin. It was brand new, she had bought it on her shopping trip with Baby. She applied her brand new perfume as well, hoping it would entice him. 

 

(Y/N) made her way back into the bedroom, legs shaking as she entered. Mainly due to her workouts but partially due to her nerves. She lit some scented candles, poured them each a glass of his favorite wine and perched herself up in the bed and waited. The first glass she drained to help calm herself down. 

 

How she hoped this would deter him from the fact that she left the palace. Maybe he wouldn’t even care at all and all of this was for no reason. Maybe none of it would matter in the end and she would be punished regardless. She poured herself another glass, already feeling the heat rising up her neck and ears. 

 

Thirty minutes had passed. The sun was now down completely. The room was dark except for the candles that illuminated the bed just enough for him to be able to make out her figure when he entered. Yet he never came. 

 

She drank another glass. Then another. His sat untouched, the bottle now empty as she filled her final glass. She was dizzy with intoxication. Hours had passed, the candles were now burned down to nothing but melted wax, now extinguished. (Y/N) was frustrated and at the same time relieved. Also embarrassed. 

 

She put so much effort into herself just for him to not even show. She put on what he wanted her to wear and then bailed on her. (Y/N) was starting to feel rather resentful. Then her stomach twisted. 

 

What if something happened to him?

 

What if he got caught in a storm? 

 

What if he’s being held captive by the government? 

 

A million different reasons ran through her mind. She was a drunk, exhausted mess. After some time, she began to fall asleep. (Y/N) was laid out on her stomach, leg hiked and face buried in the pillow. She was still dressed in the lingerie he insisted she wear for his return, leaving her completely bare and exposed. 

 

She was so soundly asleep that the sound of the creaking door didn’t wake her. The room was pitch black except for the moonlight that shined through the curtains onto her sprawled out body in the bed. Doflamingo crept inside, wide eyed and grinning at the sight before him. He circled the bed like a vulture, stopping at the end of the bed. 

 

Her cunt glistened in the moonlight, her legs spread wide open. Doflamingo licked his lips, palming himself through his pants. He couldn’t believe she actually put it on for him. He adored the way it left her completely exposed. 

 

(Y/N) was sleeping hard. So hard in fact she didn’t even feel him climb onto the foot of the bed, crawling towards her with a grin. His coat and shoes thudded quietly to the floor as he stalked towards her. He was locked in on her wet heat. 

 

Doflamingo ran a finger up her thigh, making her twitch. He spread open her folds with two fingers, examining her. Then he leaned in close, inhaling her deeply as he shuddered. He went ahead and licked a strip from her clit to ass yet it didn’t wake her. 

 

(Y/N) shifted in her sleep, unknowingly spreading her legs further for her captor. He hummed in satisfaction before diving in. He went directly to her sweet spot. At first he was subtle, licking and sucking softly just to see if she’d wake. And when she didn’t he increased. 

 

Doflamingo latched onto her, wrapping his lips around her clit while he sucked, flicking his tongue over it. That’s when she started to stir. She moaned softly, hiking her leg further as she squeezed the pillow. He groaned into her pussy and buried his face deeper. 

 

(Y/N)’s eyes began to flutter open. She was beginning to stir. Finally, he thought. He reached out with his massive hands, grabbing her ass and spreading her open further. This made her eyes shoot open. 

 

“W-what..?” She murmured, looking over her shoulder in confusion. 

 

She could hardly see him but she knew it was Doflamingo. He pulled back from between her legs, chin and lips soaked with her, a big grin on his face as he licked her from his lips. 

 

“You’re awake.” He said just above a whisper. 

 

“A-are you..?” She stuttered, wide eyed, cheeks warm in embarrassment and arousal. “Where have you been?” She murmured. 

 

Doflamingo’s fingers found her hole as she spoke. 

 

“Sorry. Didn’t realize I had kept you waiting. I went for a drink with Diamanté as soon as we docked.” He pushed one long finger inside, curling it as he began to pump in and out. “If I had known you’d actually cooperate I would have been home sooner.” 

 

Doflamingo pushed the lingerie up, exposing her ass and pussy completely. 

 

“Now, where were we?” He said eagerly before shoving his face back between her legs. 

 

(Y/N) inhaled sharply as his long tongue found her spot again. She gripped the pillows as she braced herself. She knew this was coming and yet she was still surprised.

 

“Ah! Fuck!” She groaned into the pillow. 

 

“Louder.” He grumbled into her, making her twitch. 

 

However, she obliged, moaning louder. He chuckled into her, making her cry out even more. She was already so close, she could feel it building up in her lower belly. 

 

Doflamingo felt her walls tightening around his finger and her clit throbbing under his tongue. 

 

“That’s it, come for me, come all over my face.” He encouraged, his breath warm on her already soaked core. 

 

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m close, so fucking close!” She whimpered, spreading her legs and arching her hips and ass up towards his face. 

 

Doflamingo used his free hand to slap her ass, hard. Making her whine as he watched the recoil. It left a swollen handprint on her ass. Her climax was impending, she was almost there. Her thighs began to shiver and her walls were tight around his finger. The sounds of his tongue slurping at her pussy sent her over the edge at last. 

 

She practically screamed as she came undone around him. Her cunt pulsated and her clit twitched and throbbed. Doflamingo didn’t stop however, he helped her ride through her orgasm. Once she was an overstimulated, drooling mess, he pulled his cream covered finger from her and licked it clean before wiping off his wet face. 

 

“Good girl, you came so hard for me, didn’t you?” He said, rubbing the handprint on her ass where he slapped her. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

 

He grabbed her legs, straightening them out before pulling her closer to him. That’s when he began to undress. He popped each button of his shirt slowly, clearly putting on a show for her. (Y/N) flipped over onto her back, giving him a better view as he undressed. 

 

Doflamingo’s cock was leaving a wet imprint on his pants. He was already leaking precum. He undid his belt with precision, his eyes and grin never leaving her. He pulled his hardened cock out, letting a string of precum drip down onto the bed. 

 

“On your knees.” He commanded, stroking himself. 

 

(Y/N) obliged, flipping onto her stomach again as she got on her knees facing him. Doflamingo guided his cock to her lips. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if he’d even fit. He was so big it was almost impossible. But she managed.

 

First, she licked a strip up the underside of his dick, making him shiver. She then placed the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and lingering on the underneath. Her hand traveled up his thigh before she filled her hand with his balls. Both of them practically spilled from her hand, they were so big. 

 

Doflamingo groaned, throwing his head back as she squeezed gently, kneading his balls in her hand as she sucked his dick. Finally, she began to take more of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she audibly sucked. 

 

“You’re such a good girl, sucking my cock like that.” He moaned out, gripping a fistful of her hair as he bucked his hip. 

 

(Y/N) let the vibrations of her grumble travel up his cock, making him whimper, his knees buckling. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. She couldn’t take him fully, but she took enough of him. His cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth, indicating he was close. 

 

Suddenly, he popped himself from her mouth, leaving her mouth empty and drooling. 

 

“Not yet. I have to feel you.” He said, his voice raspy and aroused. 

 

In one swift motion he reached down, grabbing her hips and flipping her around so she was ass up on her hands and knees. Without any warning, he pushed inside her. Slow. He knew he couldn’t just slam into her. He knew his size was too much. 

 

She yelped as a mixture of pain and pleasure surged through her. She arched, throwing her head back as he began to pump inside her. Only half of his cock fit inside her, but it was enough to satisfy him. She was by far the tightest lover he had ever had. 

 

His balls slapped her clit as he fucked her slowly. As he felt his balls tighten and his cock growing harder, he gave her a warning. 

 

“Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth, “I’m so— “ He didn’t even finish speaking before he came. 

 

“FUCK, (Y/N)!” He bellowed, filling her to the brim with his cum. 

 

She whimpered and whined as he filled her full. Before he even could pull out of her, he was seeping out of her pussy. With a final shudder he removed himself before collapsing onto the bed next to her on his back, cock still throbbing the cool air as it began to deflate. He pulled her close, snuggling into her chest. He sighed longingly as he traced patterns on her stomach with his fingers. That’s when he said something that made her heart stop—

 

“Marry me.” 

Chapter 57

Her body went cold. The high of the moment immediately fled her body and her heart dropped. She was utterly stunned. He couldn’t possibly mean that. It was a spur of the moment decision, it had to be. Right? 

 

“What…?” (Y/N) mumbled out, still in shock. 

 

She couldn’t see his eyes but the rest of his expression was one of seriousness. His lips were a still fine line as he panted through his nose. She couldn’t make out much but the moon reflected her own confused expression back at her through his lenses. The sweat that dripped down his brow glimmered in the moonlight. He remained inside her, completely still as he hovered over her much smaller body. 

 

“I said, marry me.” 

 

He repeated the phrase as if it were a command rather than a question. Like she didn’t have an option. Finally, he slid out of her but he didn’t climb off. His trembling breath was hot in her face. 

 

“Answer me.” 

 

“No.” 

 

“No?”

 

“Yeah. No.” 

 

Then he was silent. Still he loomed above her, expression unchanging. It was as if he already knew what she’d say. She could feel his seed spilling from her and onto the silken sheets beneath her as his stare made her increasingly uneasy. 

 

“I should—“ She tried to slide out from under him. 

 

“No.” He pressed his hands harder into the mattress, leaning closer into her face. 

 

(Y/N) would’ve sunken into the pillows if she could have. She wanted to shove him away. To tell him she meant what she said. 

Doflamingo was so close that she swore even in the darkness she could see tears brimming beneath his glasses. 

 

“Marry me.” He demanded again, harsher this time. 

 

She could see his jaw clench and hear him grip the sheets harder. 

 

She choked down a whimper, trying to sink deeper into the pillow and farther away from his face. Their noses were almost touching, he was so close. 

 

“No.” She breathed out, barely even a whisper. 

 

“Why?” He growled lowly. 

 

“You know why.” 

 

He pulled back just enough for her to breathe. He sighed, sounding frustrated. He didn’t reply immediately. Then—

 

“Fine.” He rolled off of her. “For now.” He grumbled, back facing her as he now sat at the edge of the bed. 

 

Before he could retract his statement or climb back on top of her, (Y/N) hopped off the bed and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. Once the door shut, she started to clean herself up. She stood in the mirror, looking at her body, still dressed in the lingerie. She was utterly repulsed with herself. 

 

Her hair was a ratted mess. Lips swollen. Mascara smudged. Eyes red from the tears that threatened to spill. And to top it all off, her ass was sore from where he smacked her. 

 

How could she lay with a man she claimed to hate? Not just once either. How could she be shocked that he’d propose after everything? She knew it was coming but this soon. And not to mention, she expected some big extravagant proposal in front of a crowd to pressure her into saying yes. Not while he was inside her. 

 

Doflamingo sat on the bed, head hung low in shame and disappointment. He couldn’t believe what he had done. Marriage had been on his mind for weeks. He hadn’t even planned everything out yet. Hell, he didn’t mean to say it. It just slipped out. 

 

His twisted heart ached only for her. It broke him to hear ‘no’. Not once, but twice. He wanted to wait until she admitted she loved him. Doflamingo was absolutely convinced she was in love with him. She just wouldn’t admit it yet. 

 

A week had passed and Doflamingo hadn’t interacted with (Y/N) very much since then. Mainly due to the fact that his pride was wounded. Also he was busy plotting a real proposal and a real wedding. The trash bin in his office was overflowing with tossed wedding dress sketches. None of them were perfect enough for her. 

 

He wasn’t mad at her, just hurt. A part of him knew she’d say no so he couldn’t be upset. The other half of him wanted to chain her to the bedpost and fuck her until she says yes. But he knew she wasn’t that kind of woman. Maybe Diamanté was right. Maybe she wasn’t one for commitment. 

 

Doflamingo’s pen stopped abruptly on the page. He then slammed it down on the desk before crumpling up the paper as tossing it to the wayside. The wadded up ball just bounced off of the others and into the floor. He ran a hand through his already unkempt hair in frustration. 

 

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He dug through the top drawer of his desk before pulling out one of his journals. He then furiously began to jot something down. He knew exactly how he’d propose the next time. He was sure she’d say yes.

 

During that week, the affection had stopped. He wasn’t cruel to her, just withdrawn. He’d chat with her upon passing, but no kisses or pet names. No crude jokes, or sexual innuendos. No sex at all. She was grateful for that. However, she hadn’t been feeling very good. She was rather fatigued and didn’t quite feel herself. 

 

After all,  it was February now. Twas the season to be sick. (Y/N) had also been working out in the library. She had been careful to not get caught. She would do jumping jacks in between the shelves so no one would see. She chalked up her illness to working out too much and not enough self-care. 

 

To be fair, she also had been smoking and drinking quite a lot since she got here. Maybe it was finally getting to her. Not like she’d tone it down any. It was hell putting up with his behavior. 

 

She couldn’t lie. His silent treatment was starting to get to her. It made her fearful. One particular evening she was feeling rather dreadful. She sat in the bedroom one late night, joint in hand and mixed drink sweating on the bedside table as she flipped through a magazine, the news playing quietly on the projector snail. 

 

As she sat there alone, a thought came to mind. What if he’s finally finished with me? That thought surprisingly startled her. She didn’t expect to be so worried about this. She tried to rationalize it. (Y/N) told herself she was just scared to be thrown out on the streets alone. Possibly even scared to be unloved by the one man who claimed he wanted her. 

 

“It’s just a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.” She murmured into her cup. 

 

She feared that she’d be in deeper shit if she didn’t have a background in psychology. What little bit of schooling she had helped her make sense of a lot of his behaviors. Doflamingo was just a traumatized child living in a man's body. He was afraid of abandonment and clung to her for only God knows why. 

 

That’s what she told herself anyway. Whatever kept her halfway sane. He was just a little boy who needed a motherly figure. He was chasing what he lost. And she too was chasing the fleeting feeling of love. 

 

But yet again the feeling of dread clawed at her from the inside. So much so that she could physically feel it. Too much actually. Within seconds she was on her knees bent  over the toilet, puking up her nerves into the toilet bowl. Thankfully, Doflamingo was too busy working in his office to be bothered with her. 

 

She was down right shit-faced, laying on the bathroom floor crying. Hyperventilating. There was no way she felt this strongly for him. She was regretting rejecting his proposal. She feared for her safety. Feared for the home she had here. Feared for the depleting love he had for her. What if that was her last chance at a happy life and she blew it? 

 

Meanwhile, Doflamingo was pining after her in his study. Trebol sat in the armchair across from his desk nervously as Doflamingo paced quickly behind him. Trebol fiddled with the sleeves of his robe, sniffling as he always did. 

 

“How should I go about it?” Doflamingo asked. “Do you think she’d prefer pearls or diamonds?” He mused. “Or maybe she wouldn’t like either. She is rather unconventional, isn’t she?” He tapped his finger to his chin thoughtfully.

 

“I really don’t know, Doffy…” Trebol replied, unsure.  “Are you sure this is what you want? I mean she already said no once. What makes you think she’ll say yes this time?” He asked, looking over the back of the chair at his master. 

 

“I just didn’t go about it the right way. She needs to admit to herself that she loves me first. Once she does that, she’s all mine. That’s what I didn’t understand before.” A sickening grin spread across his face, hands suddenly gripping the back of Trebol’s chair. “I didn’t understand her at first. She’s just been in denial this whole time. She can’t bring herself to love me.” The smile vanished for a second before returning. 

 

He ripped his hands from the back of the chair and began to pace thoughtfully again, his coat sweeping the floor as it hung limply from his shoulders. Trebol gulped as his eyes trained on Doffy, following him back and forth as he walked. 

 

“Maybe you should let things cool down before trying again.” Trebol suggested. 

 

“Oh I’ll give her a week or so. I can’t wait much longer. I’ll take her by force if I have to. I’ll shove her into a wedding gown with my own hands if I have to.” He said through gritted teeth with  tight fists. 

 

“Maybe give her a few months. It’ll give you time to come up with the perfect proposal.” Trebol suggested. 

 

Truthfully, he just hoped that waiting longer would make him change his mind. Doflamingo stopped in his tracks, looking rather thoughtful. 

 

“Yes…” he murmured. “Maybe…” 

 

He stared off into the distance, clearly lost in thought. Then as if he never stopped, he continued his pacing. Trebol just sighed, feeling as if none of his advice would help. 

 

“Come on Doffy. Don’t get so worked up over this girl. We can find you a new one. One that’s just as pretty and hateful.” He recommended. 

 

“Enough.” Doflamingo said sternly, holding up a hand without looking. “I already told you, no one else will do. It has to be her.” He hissed. 

 

“Well how are ya gonna get her to like ya?” Trebol asked. 

 

“Haven’t you been listening? She already likes me, she just won’t admit it.” Doflamingo said, spinning to face him. 

 

“Well how are ya gonna get her to admit it?” Trebol rephrased. 

 

Doflamingo wasn’t sure how to answer that. That was the one thing he didn’t figure out yet. He froze. 

 

“I don’t know. I can’t push her away. Yet I can’t pull her closer. I have to speak her language.” Doflamingo said more to himself than Trebol. 

 

“And how are ya gonna do that? What’s her language?” He asked, head tilted. 

 

“Not gift giving, or physical touch, or quality time, or words of affirmation.” Doflamingo said. 

 

“That doesn’t leave ya with much, Doffy. Are you sure about this?” Trebol questioned. 

 

“Of course I’m sure!” He snapped. “I’ll just… figure out what she likes.” He hesitated as he answered. 

 

That’s when something clicked in that psychotic brain of his. His touch couldn’t be just sexual. His words couldn’t be him claiming her. His presents couldn’t be materialistic. And his time couldn’t be spent working away as she sat in boredom. 

 

Doflamingo snapped his fingers in realization. The only times she seemed to accept his affection was when he was most vulnerable. Of course he couldn’t say this out loud to Trebol. 

 

“What is it? Have ya figured her out?” Trebol asked, a mixture of disappointment and nervousness in his tone. 

 

“I believe so.” Doflamingo said, making his way to his desk in a flash. 

 

He flipped open his notebook and began to jot something down, quickly. His pen dug into the paper so hard it snapped in half. 

 

“Shit!” He cursed, throwing the pen to the ground as he grabbed another, making Trebol jump. 

 

Once he had finished writing, he shot straight up. 

 

“I have to go.” He said, and with that he darted from the room, leaving Trebol confused and alone. 

 

(Y/N) was still a bawling mess in the bathroom floor. She was in between fits of hyperventilating and vomiting. All because of him. Why did the thought of him replacing her make her stomach churn? 

 

She knew her panic attack was just due to the stress he put her under. The proposal is what did it. Yes, that had to be it. He stressed her to the point where she was drinking herself to death. This wasn’t her. He was turning her into a self-indulgent monster. Just like him. 

 

Before she could pull herself from the floor to heave over the toilet again, she heard the bedroom door open up. That only fueled her fear. He couldn’t see her like this. How humiliating that would be. 

 

Just as she began to puke up bile once more, his fist banged on the bathroom door. She of course couldn’t reply as she retched, sounding inhuman. 

 

“Little bird?” He called out almost mockingly. “Are you alright in there?” He asked, rattling the locked doorknob. 

 

In between gags and managed to croak out to him painfully. 

 

“Just go.” 

 

He didn’t reply but the sound of jingling keys gave her her answer. The sound of the key clicking in the lock made her gag again, the fear gripping her like a lifeline. The door only creaked open at first. Almost as if he were hesitating to help. Like he was disgusted. It only made her feel worse. 

 

“Hey,” His voice was much softer now. “Are you alright?” He said, now entering the bathroom cautiously. 

 

“I’m fine.” She panted out, gripping the bowl as she caught her breath. 

 

Doflamingo went to the closet and retrieved a rag, wettening it in the sink before wiping her face clean. Just like she had done for him. 

 

“I think you need to stop drinking so much. You’ve been acting different. You’ve been sick. I don’t like it.” He said calmly, his face expressionless as he wiped the drool and bile from her face. 

 

Her breathing was still quick. Her eyes fluttered from exhaustion but she fought to keep them open. She felt weak. Too weak to be in front of a man like him. 

 

“Come,” He stood, tossing the rag away, “let’s get you to bed.” He held a hand down to her. 

 

(Y/N) didn’t take it however. Her whole body was shaking violently as she sat on her knees, staring down at the cold, marbled floor. It wasn’t that she was going to be sick again, but she didn’t feel like she could even move. Without warning, he scooped her up one handed and held her close. 

 

She gasped and clung to his coat, burying her face in his side as he carried her to the bed. Gently, he set her down before placing a kiss on her sweaty forehead. As Doflamingo stared down at her he took in her sickly appearance. Her hair was soaked in sweat, her eyes were bloodshot from tears, and her skin looked sallow. 

 

“You need rest, you’ve drank too much again.” He scolded her without any real conviction. 

 

Doflamingo tucked her into bed, fluffing her pillows and covering her with a clean sheet. He placed another kiss to her temple this time before stroking the top of her head. He then kicked off his shoes before undressing and climbing into bed beside her, flipping off his lamp. 

 

“I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.” That was the last thing he said before cuddling up to her back and falling asleep. 

 

(Y/N) however was far from sleep. She was worried. Something else sinister was clawing at the back of her mind. She just refused to admit it yet.

Notes:

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Chapter 58

Another grueling week passed by. And yet her illness never subsided. Every morning she woke up with a vicious hangover. Thankfully, Doflamingo had been getting up earlier than (Y/N). 

 

Each morning, as soon as the sun's rays reached her eyelids, she woke up with an upset stomach. She would rush to the bathroom to spill the contents of the night before. Usually there wasn’t much to puke up since she had been replacing her meals with coffee, weed, and wine. She would stand over the oversized toilet and hurl up her guts until there was nothing left. 

 

Afterwards, there was a slight metallic taste in her mouth. It was bad enough that he caught her once. She couldn’t have him catching her sick again. It was humiliating. So, she cleaned herself up, brushed her teeth and wiped the bile from her face. She even went as far as putting on makeup to cover up the sickly look to her skin. 

 

Everyday she trudged down to breakfast, listening to Doflamingo yammer on about whatever nonsense that had him riled up that morning. Sometimes she wondered how he even managed to eat with all of the talking that he liked to do. (Y/N) just sat by his side, his large hand palming her thigh under the table. 

 

Doflamingo was so worried about planning the perfect proposal—one she couldn’t deny— that he didn’t even notice how ghoulish she was starting to look. Her cheeks were starting to hollow from how much weight she had lost from working out and puking. Her stomach and ass were starting to tone but her face was gaunt.  

 

After breakfast she would always go down to the library. Head throbbing from her hangover and joint tucked behind her ear. She would workout behind the bookshelves so no one could see her. And if someone walked in she would stop and pretend to browse the shelf. Thankfully, hardly anyone ever did enter. Usually just Doflamingo to see what she was up to. He couldn’t let her go unsupervised for too long. 

 

Doflamingo was in his office plotting, per usual. But today was Saturday. And Doflamingo didn’t work on Saturdays. He always told everyone that he does more work than anyone and he deserves weekends off too. So she knew he was up to something. He was usually up her ass but since she denied his proposal, he hadn’t been harassing her. 

 

He still held her at night and pawed at her at dinner but he didn’t follow her around during the day like he did. Which was odd because he always claimed Saturdays and Sundays were “their” days. Doflamingo sat in his chair, leaned back with a lazy grin. Vergo and Diamanté sat across from him. 

 

“What’s this about, Doffy?” Diamanté asked. 

 

“Yeah, you never do business on Saturday.” Vergo added. 

 

Doflamingo’s grin broadened and he tilted his head. 

 

“That’s because this isn’t about business. This is more of a… personal matter of you will.” Doflamingo said. “Still, it’s just as serious as business.” 

 

Diamanté and Vergo looked at one another, brow raised in a curious confusion. Doflamingo stood, hands clasped behind his back as he began to walk the room. He seemed poised yet relaxed. His head was high and his grin remained in place. He then placed both hands on the backs of their chairs before leaning in between the two men. 

 

“Diamanté.” He spoke. 

 

“Yes?” 

 

“Do you remember what I said a couple weeks ago?” Doflamingo asked. 

 

“Regarding what, sir?” Diamanté asked in genuine confusion. 

 

“About the girl. My plans with her.” 

 

Diamanté blinked in realization, stiffening up. 

 

“Oh. Umm... Yes. Yes, I do recall you saying something about making her your bride if I’m correct.” Diamanté said uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. 

 

Vergo looked between the two in utter disbelief. Mainly Doflamingo. 

 

“You’re going to do what now?” Vergo piped up. 

 

Doflamingo straightened up, removing his hands from their chairs. His grin faltered for a quick moment. He cleared his throat but continued on as if nothing was wrong. 

 

“Yes, well. I did it. I asked.” He said cheerfully, insinuating that she said yes. 

 

The two men turned to look at him expectantly. 

 

“Well? What did she say?” Diamanté asked rather excitedly. 

 

“No.” 

 

Doflamingo’s face didn’t match his answer. He was rather giddy acting and grinning like an idiot. 

 

“No?” The two men said in unison.

 

He nodded happily. 

 

The two looked at each other completely puzzled by their friend. Finally Vergo spoke up. 

 

“What are you so happy about? She told you no.” 

 

“Oh but she won’t be saying it for long.” Doflamingo rubbed his hands together in a mischievous manner. 

 

“Oh no...” Vergo shook his head, looking down at his lap. 

 

“Why’s that?” Diamanté asked. 

 

“Because, you two are going to help me plan the perfect proposal.” He said, pointing his middle and fore finger at them. 

 

“What the hell do you expect us to do?” Vergo asked, arms crossed. 

 

“I want you two to help me plan an engagement party, although she won’t know what it’s for.” Doflamingo requested. 

 

“Plan a party?” Diamanté said, sounding unsure as him and Vergo shared wary looks. 

 

Vergo sighed, rubbing his temples. 

 

“No offense but... your parties haven't exactly been going well here recently.” Vergo said, sounding annoyed.  

 

Doflamingo frowned. Then as if they had never said anything, he smiled again and continued to pace as he talked, using his hands wildly. 

 

“Oh but this will be different.” He stated gleefully. “She’ll think it’s just a standard party to show off my wealth. But in reality, I’ll be making a proper claim on her. The whole world will know who she belongs to!” 

 

The two looked at each other again, feeling uneasy. They knew better than to express their uncertainty. But Vergo decided to say something anyway. He stood, adjusting his glasses. 

 

“I don’t think this is a good idea. What if she embarrasses you? What makes you think she’ll accept a public proposal? She already told you no once.” 

 

Doflamingo ignored him, sneering, huffing and rolling his eyes under his shades. 

 

“How’d you do it the first time?” Diamanté asked. 

 

Doflamingo’s shit-eating grin returned. He pushed up his glasses and chuckled darkly. 

 

“It was… a spur of the moment decision.” He said, only halfway telling the truth. 

 

Diamanté knew better than to press. He slouched in his seat, not completely understanding what he meant. Thankfully, Doflamingo changed subjects quickly. 

 

“What cut of gem should I get?” He asked enthusiastically. “No—“ he cut them off before they could even answer. “What gem should I get? She’s better than diamond, she deserves something unique. Different. Special.” He mused. 

 

“I like ruby.” Said Diamanté with a raised hand. 

 

“I think you should think about this more.” Vergo said skeptically. 

 

Doflamingo ignored Vergo. 

 

“Do you think she would like emerald? Or even sapphire? Perhaps we’ll have it cut in a pear shape or maybe princess cut, since she is my little princess.” Doflamingo swooned. 

 

Vergo sighed, shaking his head. 

 

“I will not entertain this.” And with that he left. 

 

The room went silent. Diamanté hung his head in fear of what the young master might do. But Doflamingo simply did nothing. He just continued on. 

 

“What do you think Diamanté?” He asked expectantly. 

 

“I— uh— well…” He stuttered, his eyes flickering to the empty chair where Vergo once was. “I like umm…. I like ruby. And a circle cut. Gold band.” 

 

Doflamingo hummed thoughtfully, scratching his chin. 

 

“Yes, that’s nice and all but she always wears silver. I was thinking something else… Maybe an opal like her birthstone.” 

 

Diamanté nodded in a begrudging agreement. 

 

“I wanted to do an intricate band. Maybe something with flowers since she loves the garden so much. Silver of course. My little witch.” He grinned as he spoke.

 

(Y/N) remained in the library, working out in private. She was doing some sit-ups as she read a book from Doflamingo’s private room. It was a book based on Greek Mythology. She had always been fascinated with it. It encouraged her to be strong like the Gods she read about. She had always resonated with Aphrodite. 

 

(Y/N) was always in love with love. She loathed the idea of being alone and craved the feeling of being wanted. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t bring herself to run away from him. Maybe she secretly liked being wanted by a man like him. Clearly she had lain with him, she must’ve liked him a little, right? 

 

No. 

 

She scolded herself. 

 

“I fucking hate him.” She said out loud, midway through a sit-up. 

 

Suddenly something hit her. Nausea. She rushed from out between the shelves, practically tripping over her own feet with one hand covering her mouth as she gagged. (Y/N) dipped into the closest restroom and began to heave over the toilet. Once finished she laid flat on her back, the ceiling spinning, and the lights blinding her. The cooling sweat at the nape of her neck, along with the cold marble floor made her shiver. 

 

The thought crossed her mind many times over the past week, but she ignored it, just chalked it up to drinking and smoking too much. But she couldn’t ignore it this time. No matter how much she drank, she couldn’t drown the inevitable.

 

“No, no, no, no.” She shook her head as she mumbled to herself, a string of bile dripping from her bottom lip and onto the toilet seat. 

 

This couldn’t be happening. Not to her. Not ever. She placed her hand on her belly, trying to see if she could feel anything. Nothing. It was a relief but it didn’t soothe her completely. What made her suspicious was that she hadn’t drunk anything that morning. She was utterly sober. 

 

Back in Doflamingo’s office, he was drawing sketches of wedding bands and showing them off to Diamanté. 

 

“What about this one?” Doflamingo asked? Holding up an illustration. 

 

The ring in the picture had a unique band. It was of a floral, leafy design with marquise shaped stones. The gem in the center was pear shaped and not colored in. The picture was scribbled in black ink. 

 

“It’s beautiful. But do you really think she’ll say yes?” Diamanté asked curiously. 

 

“She won’t have an option. I’m not giving her a choice. I’m telling her.” Doflamingo said, his eyes not even looking up as he continued to sketch. 

 

Diamanté gulped, straightening up as he avoided Doflamingo’s eye. 

 

“And how well do you think that’s going to go, Doffy?” Diamanté said warily. 

 

Doflamingo’s smirk vanished. He walked around the desk, sitting back down stiffly. He steepled his hands under his chin thoughtfully. Then without answering, he changed the subject, completely ignoring him. 

 

“Who do you think we should invite? I was thinking of the warlords of course. Maybe even Tsuru would come. It needs to be a worldwide event. Everyone needs to know who she belongs to.” 

 

Diamanté stood abruptly, causing Doflamingo to look up. 

 

“The world government!?” He exclaimed. “Why in the hell would you invite them?” 

 

“I told you,” Doflamingo leaned back, crossing his arms in annoyance, “she belongs to me and everyone, including the world government, needs to know.”  

 

“But I thought you were keeping her a secret from them, aren’t they still on the lookout for the Strawhat crew?” Diamanté added. 

 

Doflamingo paused thoughtfully, almost as if he were considering his statement. 

 

“Perhaps you’re right about that. I mean she is under my wing after all. They wouldn’t dare take her from me. But— “He paused to sigh dramatically. “Maybe I should keep the gathering small. Still a party no less. Maybe I should invite that mongrel Crocodile. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. That’ll show him who she belongs to.” 

 

Diamanté stood there, nervously fiddling with the ends of his hair. He didn’t like what Doflamingo was becoming but he already knew better than to say anything. Especially considering how it had gone the last time. There was no getting through to him when he didn’t want to listen. 

 

Doflamingo sat in his chair, happily spinning as he continued to concoct a plan in his head. He could see it now, his perfect bride, all dressed up in a beautiful gown. A veil cascading down her back as she walked down the aisle to him. And he couldn’t wait for their honeymoon. 

 

Unbeknownst to him, his future bride was more than just a sickly drunk that finally succumbed to her newfound addiction. She was hiding something from him. Something she refused to admit to herself. Something that would destroy her. 

Notes:

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Notes:

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