𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; donquixote doflamingo

𝚌𝚘𝚔𝚎

Entwining his manicured, smooth hand in yours, he excitedly yanks on your arm to drag you back to his room. Stumbling a bit from the sudden tug, you catch up to his surprisingly long struts with ease, laughing alongside him.

"You're such a dork, (Y/n)!" Dellinger laughed cutely, blocking his large smile with his hand. He was interrogating you (more nicely and not where he tortured you this time) about your morning and if you and his young master banged, which is unsurprising by now.

At every opportunity you saw the teen, he would ask about your personal life with the ten-foot man, coming up with those smut scenes on the spot. Either Dellinger truly came up with everything in a second or he wrote fanfiction with Baby5 and somehow memorized it. The young blonde is an enigma sometimes.

But that's okay! He is baby!

Whining, you squeezed his hand that he swung around childishly, finally coming to the hallways you were familiar with.

"I'm not a dork, Delli!" You started, him sending you a look that disagreed with the rebuttal you aimed his way. "Doffy is the one who made me do it! It's all his fault. Dummy rat-man."

He cackled again, dragging you into his room while pulling out a couple of things as you settled on his large bed.

It was probably evening by now, judging by how the sun wasn't as bright as it was earlier in the day. Had you really been lost for that long? Dellinger had his curtains closed rather than opened, having his lights turned on to illuminate the room rather than the natural glowing of a billion stars.

You watched from his bed, listening to him chat away about clothes and boys, as he picked up a couple of tools and paints for a manicure.

IS MY BABY GONNA DO MY NAILS? <3

This better be a makeup for that other sleepover. I'll cry if he pulls that stunt again.

"And he totally likes me! I mean, who doesn't?! Why do guys have to play hard to get?" He huffs annoyingly, placing the rather large box of supplies on his bed. Nodding at his words, you fervently agreed.

"Ya, ya! You're super cute, everyone loves you, as they should! Guys are just all stinky, they put their pride and ego first because they want to look like they don't give a fuck!" With each word you spoke, Dellinger listened to it, pitching in his enthusiastic comments while ripping on men alongside you.

"Like, they're weaklings! Men that show emotions are HOT," continuing the rant, Dellinger pulls out a couple colors and towels so nail polish doesn't ruin his covers. Pointing at an (F/C) polish, he nods, motioning for you to give him a hand.

"Yea, how come guys are like that?" Dellinger dragged on a girly whine, upset that no guy was ever straight forward about how they felt. How come they won't just be honest?! Is it that hard to put their feelings aside? Dellinger just wanted a boyfriend.

Yea, he's totally gay.

He just told you he liked both genders because he was scared. He sort of regrets telling you he liked guys then because of the huge deal you made of it. In a good way, not bad! You were just super "obnoxious" and "overdramatizing" the news.

How is screaming happily about your son being true with himself obnoxious and overdramatic?! Like, how does one NOT be happy for their son?!

Anyway, the conversation about men died down and soon was reversed back to you and Doffy. Keeping your eyes trained on the nails of your fingers that were being coated with polish, Dellinger would sometimes file down your nails till they were perfectly shaped and even. Who knew he was this good? He should be working at a nail salon!

"Are you ever going to explain the new hickeys? Or do I have to improvise and take a guess on what happened?" He taunted, hinting at the whole smut scenes he liked to create. Such a nosy child.

I love you bab, why must you want to know so much of that lewd man's actions? :(

Sighing, you explained the situation. Starting from the beginning when you woke up and Doffy teased you about sitting on his ass, in which Dellinger made sure to throw in his sly comments there, causing you to flush in embarrassment. When you later got onto the brunch part, he had to stop painting your nails from laughing. The teen found it hilarious you broke the glass and threw food around his master's office just because the taller man told you the truth. You weren't truly his mother, Giolla is. You're his second mom.

I REFUSE TO ADMIT DEFEAT! I am coming for those adoption papers, Giolla. You're gonna hand my son over nice and easy. If not, things will get messy!

"(Y/n), darling," knocking out of your thoughts at Dellinger's use of a nickname for you, you stared down at him rather than the hand he held. "I know for a fact you're thinking about adopting me."

"You are seriously one smart child. I sort of thought you would be a cute dunce." At that, he slapped your hand, offended you thought he would be some scatterbrained girly who only cares about appearances and impressing others.

Okay, so he did love to look nice, but he does it for himself! And Dellinger knows for a fact he looks mighty fine regardless. Especially with the heels and shorts that accentuate his slender, smooth, legs perfectly.

"How could you think that?! I know I'm super cute, but my looks don't connect with my smarts! I mean, look at you!" His jabbed, you taking some time to process it, not understanding the meaning right away.

It was quiet for a few moments, noticing how Dellinger was deadpanning that it was taking you this long to figure out what the teen was saying. And you said that he, of all people, would be a cute dunce?

"OH MY GOD, I UNDERSTAND IT NOW! DELLI THAT'S SO MEANNN!"

"Kya! You're the one that started it," he said with a sing-song tone, happily putting a top coat on your manicured nails that were now shaped and even.

Pouting, his words went into one ear and out the other while you analyzed the work Dellinger done. It was seriously really good. Did some of the other members of the house get their nails done by him too? You wouldn't be surprised.

"Wait Delli— how come you didn't keep my pinky nail long?" You asked, fiddling with the shortened nail that was once longer than the rest. When you get nervous, it was like a comforting action, fiddling with the long nail, that is.

"Well unless you wanted others to assume you snort cocaine, then you should be thanking me!"

Continuing to fiddle with the shortened nails, you stare at him in confusion.

"Why does my nail length relate to doing cocaine?"

The teen's jaw dropped at your words before he began to cackle, placing his hand in front of his face once more.

Were you serious?! There's no way you said that nor had no clue what he was talking about.

He wheezed a bit from laughing, upsetting you more.

WHAT DID I SAY THATS FUNNY?!

"(Y-Y/n), are you serious?" He laughed once more, soon increasing when you nodded. "Kya! You're so innocent sometimes it's hilarious!"

"Tell me! I don't get it!"

Finally, he calmed down the best he could, although a couple of giggles spilled out of his glossy lips throughout his speech.

"One, it's snorting coke, not doing coke. You sound like a child when you say that," Ignoring the protests you yelled about that claim, he continued. "Two, a longer fingernail than the rest is what you call a 'crack nail' it's how people inhale it. They put a bit in their nail and snort it."

"Oh my god."

"Yep!"

"Dellinger..."

"Hmm?"

"This explains why so many people tried to sell me random powder on the streets."

"Oh my god, (Y/n)—"

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Honestly, the whole coke nail part is my favorite thing ever LMAO. I loved this chap a lot bcz of that