Doflamingo x [Marine] Reader-Friend Zone

VII_Confirmed Affection

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This part may no longer follow any of the 'Champion of the Sky's plot because of some trouble with its planning. By this point, I guess they're already trying to kill each other. XD※

Dedicated to @bloodredrosed997, @RachelAubry. @AceMarcoLove, @, CardinalCerise, @LordBaron-D

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Location-Extra Room

You awaken in a location of sun glow but you squeeze your eyes shut from the intensity of the brightness, a haze of sunset halo until your eyes adjust slowly. Having tested your eyes, you move on to your body parts, your limbs. You try to move by pushing yourself up but you only flinch before resuming to the old position your body has adapted to in its rest. Even the smallest movements bothers the ball of your joints, persuading a pain to knock at your throbbing brain.

Your body is numb and had been under the pins and needles sensation which one should say, is one of the most uncomfortable feelings to have been dominated under.

In your previous attempt, you had felt your body had sunk. You can't feel it but you had concluded that you had been placed on a bed with very soft cushions. Thank goodness about that! The pain netting your body which you endure at present is similar to having been gnawed and swallowed by a shark and having been spat back out into a pit of needles, without any breakfast.

Your stomach growls in agreement to your thoughts. Food is great but with Doffy around, you struggle to maintain your figure. It is one of the pains in trying to reel in the glorious pink bird.

However, the pillow underneath your head was a pleasant comfort, much softer than the hard ones which you trained yourself with. You would very much like take Baby 5's advice on telling Doffy to supply your room with such objects of solace. That will require tearing down the wall to the next room for space.

From the scent clinging to the air, you are quite sure that it wasn't your room which should smell of potions, oil of gears and all that mumbo. The room contained only the fragrance of refreshing morning, the air damp with what you can guess is the morning rain which is still on-going; you can hear the hundreds of droplets meeting the roof and the land.

A breath leaves you and finally, you open your eyes when you thought preparation has been completed.

The next your senses feel is the presence of warmth circling your quivering body. You hadn't noticed your body was quivering.

Your romantic self would have thought this romantic if Doffy is around to do what he wants with you but your inventor self has been long since worrying about your intestines grinding itself to paper, starts yelling for whoever is nearby.

"Foood! Anybody!"

"I am going to die of starvation!"

You make gurgled noises for dramatic effect but it doesn't seem to work, the room remains to carry only one person and no other sounds come from outside its walls.

I can do it alone!

When you turn your head to the side, there, a very beautiful pastry awaiting you. Its icing shines like starlight and the fruits seem to glimmer an unwordly color. Just waiting to be devoured, it waits on the silver platter, luring you with the sin of gluttony. 'None shall resist me!' It screams.

You try moving your toes and fingers, they do not respond. All that is left as tool to conquer the delicious pasty is to utilize any other available body part. No, with haki, you can move your body any where and when you want it! You gather your will on your limbs and spine, feeling yourself succumb to power.

You lift your legs, an excruciating pain shooting up but you place them on the ground and stand, however, stooping. With shaky legs, you walk slowly, your hand reaching for the prize. Every step was pain beyond reason but you grit your teeth and move onward. You realize that you really should be working out once in a while or stretch your limbs but the Marine has yet to assign you a mission.

All of a sudden, the door opens and gravity has you lose your balance, with your hand knocking on the silver tray, the cake catapulting into the air to fall down on you. Splack! Before your face meets floor, you feel yourself floating upright until you sit on the edge of the bed.

Doflamingo was standing by the doorway, his lips curled to a mischievous grin. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes down to wipe off the cake mashed on your hands.

"Look at what you did!" Your inventor self blurt but you can't deny the little joyous skip of your heart. What a waste of good food but who cares?! He is the first face to have melted you back into the face of light.

When you look up he was already standing before you.

"Yeah? What you want?" You ask, but you are quite aware with the uneasiness of his closing in the distance between your bodies. You open your mouth again, probably to recite another poem of your friendly feelings from your romantic self or a complaint from your inventor self trying to retake over control but his next actions hold your tongue.

He squats and clasps his hand around your wrists and leads it to his face. Almost within touching distance, his tongue slides out and you still, your mind under a flurry of confusion.

"You had been poisoned," he began. His warm tongue licks away a stripe of cake from your skin, leaving a wet trail. The intimate touch felt like hot metal cutting you open from the inside. You already know of the hot blush overwhelming your cheeks, engrossed by this unexpected action.

"I'm glad you're still breathing." He smiles, not the grin of mockery and amusement, but a grin mostly serene with solid relief. Nah,  Just that smile washes you over to the shores past the friendship zone which you thought couldn't go any further. You punch him hard on the shoulder in response, whether he took it as a gesture o f your close friendship or beyond that, you didn't care because your heart was racing pulses in bliss.