You loved the fact that he hated how happy you were right now. You smiled devilishly when you heard him shouting profanities after seeing your updated wanted poster, an image of you smirking and a hook around your throat. A very specific golden hook. You thrived at the thought of him breaking the furniture in his mansion at the sudden discovery of your new found happiness. It just did something to you to know he lost something golden and he couldn't get it back.
During the fight at Marineford, you couldn't help but mockingly flash your presence to him whilst in battle. His anger got the best of him and he dared to attempt to kill you. You danced around all of his sloppy attacks, as happy as can be to see him rotting from the inside due to jealousy and new found hate for you.
Simply messing with the feather coat wearing warlord, you eventually ghosted the battlefield, returning to your lover. Your new lover.
He did what he had to do before allowing you to lead him to a secret place you had kept hidden from even your previous love.
After all that you've done for the blonde man, all the sacrifices you made, all the tears you've shed, he still had the audacity to mistreat you. He even had the nerve to strike you. How dare he.
Every single ping of pain he felt physically and emotionally he had deserved.
"I refuse to look for happiness in the same place I lost it, Doflamingo."
Was the last words he had heard from you in person.
These days, you sit on the lap of a man whose golden hook lifts your chin up to see your beauty. A man who worships you every single day. From the kisses that tasted like whiskey and expensive cigars to the rough touches on your neck, breast and butt. His words of love that he would only say in private to you made you feel a little special. He had words of praise when you made love to him, something that was never done with your previous lover. It was like comparing night and day. Sure, the sun was bright and warm but the moon was calm and welcoming. What the sun had burned, the moon healed.
"What's on your mind?" His deep voice made chills go down your spine. Whiskey in one hand and golden hook laying on his lap, his eyes averted to the woman he'd never thought he loved more than his own life.
A devious smirk appeared on your face as you crossed your legs, looking at him. Slicked back hair, a piercing curious gaze, cigar in mouth, mouth slightly agape and legs that looked oh so welcoming to sit on. His lap was one of your favorite seats, second to his face of course.
"My thoughts only consist of you and how lucky I am to have one strong, handsome and loving partner."
A chuckled erupted from his chest before having it fade, eventually looking at you lovingly.
"Im gonna marry you and make you the happiest you've ever been."
"Is that even possible? Im pretty over the moon right now." He beckoned you to sit on his lap. With joy, you immediately accepted his invitation, gently seating yourself on him.
His signature hook under your chin made you look at him as he admired your beauty.
"I still fall in love with you every single fucking day." You placed a hand on his muscular chest, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. He pulled his cigar out of his mouth and accepted your sweet reward of love.
"Never leave me, Crocodile."
"Till death do us part, (Y/N)."
