Doflamingo x [Marine] Reader-Friend Zone

XV: Only Us

Location: Lead Ship of the Donquixote Enterprise. (An airship in the original story)

You hurry to meet a maid walking in contrast to the direction of heading. You wave to her to grab her passive attention of staring at the floor. Sapphire eyes meet up yours as you smile warmly in the notice of strange skin like fins rising above her eyes instead of eyebrows. Tiny dots of gold sprinkled on pale cheeks. You wonder why many of the staff are beautiful, confirming your allegations of difficult competition and you have yet to discover if Doffy was attracted to both sides.

"Hello there lady darling! Have you seen Doffy?" You ask.

Her passive gaze lights up and she returns the small action of a smile. "Do you mean Master Doflamingo?"

"Only the most beautiful man in the world, yes, its him."

She nods with an amusement half-hidden and motions behind her. "Ah, the master at this hour must be in the library near the engine room following this hallway. Turn right and then left, if you get lost, follow the sounds of engines at work and you will reach your desired destination."

"Thank you lady," You say, allowing her to be dismissed from your presence. You walk over to the hallway where the ticking of clockwork, chugging of machinery and whistling of steam engines had closed the area to it's radius of sound. You find many doors lining both sides, none of them tagged with names. It is not a complication with your unbelievable luck.

You walk past doors until you found one which drew you in. From this distance, the door to the engine door, large and curving layered with gold and silver heavy-duty locks can be seen; locking most of the sound of the engine room beyond.

You find one door unlike others. It was red and was the last one at the end of the hallway nearing the engine room. The engine room by the way was noisy whistling steam and chugging fumes deploying within the room like hot breaths because for all you know, you know what it looks within, filled with machinery of all sorts from rusted relics to the latest products of advanced mechanics. Depending on the members lurking around the corners of these areas clinging to their dear king, it may also contain an experiment room. Experiment rooms, you have a heavy grudge against and hope to extinguish pursuit of knowledge through torture. One of your missions under Doffy's control.

But why on earth would Doffy want his library near the loudest core of sound?

You examined it and it was without a lock or knob. Placing a hand on the wooden surface, you exert force and it yields easily; opening for my entrance.

You walk inside a place and let the door slide in place. The room was an eeriely silent, compared to the loud hammering at the nearby room. The door has climbed behind and you examine in awe at the decorations and the soft light molding the beauty of an elegant library. The walls were covered with long shelves of books blocking off the white paint extending to the far-sides of the room spotted with small summer paintings and murals. There were two tables stretching across the floor robed with red, and topped with books left at the sides. A huge gaping window leading to a balcony has its long curtains fluttering a cool breeze grazing your skin with the tingles of the shower spotting from outside; spray like standing at the edge of a coast as the waves crash into the rocks.

Doffy was one to keep his windows open to let the wild elements inside. (Hey guys, I am only assuming here!)

Doffy's presence remained unnoticed and forgotten until your hovering eyes see him by the sight of a ball of golden hair—his head—on the sofa. You walk over and lean on the arm where head is laid on the softest red cushions adorned with twisting gold, saw that a book is open on his face, as he usually had done when conflicting thoughts had disturbed him in his reading and he decided to mull them over under closed eyes. The book cover is red and blank without fonts, and you had always been curious with its contents.

Your eyes shone a curious glint. You extend your reach with twitching fingers and reach for it, but he seems to mumble something and you pull back in respect for his privacy.

You opened your mouth to speak but it closed at his movements. He moved his head from side to side, but not frantically. You smile because you comprehended what was occurring to him. His heavy breathing made the book move and when you gently press the tips of your fingers against his cheek, it was fervent and sweating.

One of his nightmares...

And you softly smile, gazing down at him without facades for your affection, because they were real and showered freely upon him now.

Leaning forward until your forehead touched his, you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, letting the book slide from his face into your folded arms. How tormenting his childhood, and he has yet to tell you anything about its crucial details.

But why require that?

A few seconds later, he awakes, gasping for air as kneaded sweat roll from his temples and his heat was expanding hotter, so exceedingly. You forbear further actions for him to be able to collect the bearings of his ransacked body drained from dream's plane. He hadn't struggled out of your loose hold or violently reacted against, because he knew it was you, the one who has been able to comfort him in his nightmares. He hadn't shouted at you because you were the only who could do something like this to him where others saw this accomplishment as miraculously surpassing...Hadn't asked for your leave, because your whole presence is here abiding completely for his support and comfort.

...your compliant understanding to console him...

You whisper something into his ear, soft murmurings pouring relaxation. Muscles ready to spring unwind under your whispers and he calms. And you kiss his hair as he reached to hold your arms folded across his chest. He softly tugs your hand, beckoning that you won't abandon him in speech of covenant to silence, but you never wished to be broken away because you will be staying with him here...

A few moments later, his book is on the table nearby and his head is on your lap, the thinnest cushion in between. The rest of his body lies on the sofa, and he was so tall his feet laid on the other arm at the other end. Above him, you are softly brushing his hair back, both of you contended to the earthly and elemental tuning of the weather outside. Your eyes are closed, and you don't know about his, but he must be doing the same, as you commune in your mixed presence. There was no need for anything else, as long as there was respect and understanding between you, forging a creation together of sublime stalwart.

Who cares about what the woman had said earlier? She would never be understand. You are no toy, puppet, war piece, ammunition, or fragment of entertainment. And you haven't even made presence in his bed.

You are this almost perfect being who nobly needs understanding. Only the one who had been able to go through what you had—hell and false empyrean—could understand you. And it was this man you have fallen in love with.

When you two had something more...that they can never understand.

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