Doflamingo x [Marine] Reader-Friend Zone

X: Couple Fight

Haha! I stayed up for the whole night in order to finally update these chapters! I made four drafts, totalling to roughly 6500 words but I stuck to this one, trashing the naughty one-I am so sorry @Cranbeer, I just couldn't do it...SHAME ON ME!-erasing the weird one, erasing the one that does not satisfy me and leaving the last one to be attached to later chapters.

Dedicated to: @bloodredrose997 Dreams-in-Words,

-I am looking for the people in my notifications who added my story to their reading list and voted all the chapters, if you hadn't been mentioned here...I am so sorry! You are so supportive but I am this ungrateful writer!

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An hour later.

[Location: Donquixote Bedroom]

You hear him glide through the window silently and you burst into the room, your arms spread wide in order to hug his beautifully sculpted body...it was truly tempting. Second thoughts are sliding in to shake you from your purpose to a halt but when the angelic man grins at your direction...A hefty chunk of twenty percent from the total percent of your purpose, had been bitten off, but you knew the you had control of the upper hand.

You wave at him, making sure his attention is directed at you.

"Darrrliiinng!"

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The very step Vergo takes inside the room, the floor tilts and the room rumbles. He holds on to the sides of the door and plants his feet to balance himself. The rumbling seized and he scans the living room when the shaking has lessened to vibrations, seeing his crew mates settled on the couches. Their faces varied in all ports of uneasy expressions.

"Are they having one of their fights again?"

He was answered by another roar of sound swinging the chandelier above sideways and the paintings shaking in the room violently.

Baby 5 reaches for her wine glass which shatters on the floor, wine running in all directions with the sway of the room. She frowns, words sprinkled with scorn. "Well obviously."

The others grab whatever they could grab to keep themselves from toppling along the sweeping of gravity as another roller coaster of activity hails the room mercilessly. The door to the other room is being hammered to bits and the crystals of chandelier clink and threaten to crash down.

They all sigh simultaneously, hoping that repairs would be possible later.

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The warlord turns to you as you close your distance, a smile of all the innocence you could rouse, while a murk miles into your mind. His body turns to yourself and you more than regret your succeeding act. You feel the curved dagger snap from the strap at your elbow and slide from sleeve into your hand, scraping a barely visible line. The weapon shines deadly into the light before it is thrown in perfect precision, cruising the air for a direct hit.

Doffy was a breath of fresh air compared to those ugly villains out there and all you wanted to do was hug him crazy or pull him close and bask in his presence...

BUT-

Not this time, you had locked away your romantic self long enough to fulfill this objective of yours. Doffy has his pride and so do you, you are your own loyal marine.

The blade halts in the air, an inch from his extended hand.

"You're unfair!" You shout throwing your arm to the right, beckoning your greatest weapon to the bidding of your hand. A large golden orb breaks open the door, pulled by the eagerness of battle. The orb was decorated with designs of snake, a crystal core lying at the center glowing celestial colors.

"I wasn't expecting a violent welcome..."

The words straying from his mouth are muffled in your hearing and your sight is blurred by the blind grip of loyalty crashing over to the side of your affections for the warlord.

At the thought of Doflamingo roaming free and your senior marine officers looking down on you with eyes morbid, the golden orb circling you splatters hot against your back under the swift telepathic command of your brain. It stretches and merges into your skin until you are able to stretch your wings of gold and fold them around you. Once you are safely under the safe haven of your wings, your body in this shelled form spins into the air; a large torpedo heading for the infamous Donquixote Doflamingo.

Inside, you are floating and half a meter separates you from your the physical contact your golden shield, therefore you cannot feel even the vibrations as you are ramming at him. It was screeching outside and you knew he wasn't denting your shell with his body, but with his sturdy strings. You close your eyes and you ram into his web of defense again and again until you finally decided on a surprise attack. A short supply of gold from within, you command to mold into your huge BUSTER sword.

One last ram and you burst out, golden wings unfolding and switching to battle mode as your large sword slices down. Doffy—how can you still call him so affectionately even at your current situation?—resists the attack by clamping his hands on the flat sides of the sword and throwing it overhead. You are tossed above as well, your weight meaning nothing to him as you still have your hands on the handgrip.

"You are out of luck," you exclaim with proud bravado, announcing the battle mode of your wings that has been reloaded with several rounds of bullets and feathers bent sharp into blades. The machinery attached to you hums, as the bullets float against the gravity of magnetic gold, around the bullet compartment, fast. The gravity and the speed of the bullets if shot, were commanded by the core attached to your mind.

The angle he had provided was more than an advantage, you smirk as he looks up.

You say, "I hope this doesn't get in the way of our relationship pudding."

He looked serious. If Doffy won the fight, you are expecting a punishment beyond severe; the thought of it boosted your morale. You slide your diamond-shaped goggles down to your eyes and you laugh maniacal. "I'm going to annihilate you!"

Rounds of bullet aim fire, empty shells noisily clanking as they drop to the floor. White smoke rise from the gunshots and splintered floor cloud the room. It was a catastrophe of sounds and not one dominating sound was coming from Doffy's direction. The smell of gun powder fills your nose with erratic adrenaline coursing through your veins as you watch bullets fly past the sides of your head at him. By the time you have accomplished a silent landing, a collossal count of five thousand bullets are missing from your wings. The bullets you lost accounted to one fourth of your total number. You look up to examine the smoke clearing away.

Only then had your mind cleared and your romantic self comes rushing back. You can't seem to spot him.

Okay...Maybe you overdid it?