Your uncle!Doflamingo was not a good man, not even a moral one. So when you went to visit his palace in Dressrosa you should've known he'd be up to something as soon as you walked through the front gates.
But you did not expect it to turn out like this.
"Such a prettly little niece I have.."
His hands, big enough to crush your skull are on your hips as you sit atop his lap, as if it were your own throne. Clothes discarded somewhere on the floor of his massive room, his cock is so deep in you you're shocked you can even think, he's denied you an ultimate pleasure so many times now you seem to have lost count. Your soaked pussy pulses around him with every breath he takes, he doesn't even try to hide the smug smirk on his stupid face.
"Cat got your tongue, little bird?" He asks, cocking his head. Little bird you vaguely remember him calling you that when you were a little girl, and the implications of which this man, your own flesh and blood, whom you've know since you were just a child, is now splitting you open has a moan breaking through your throat.
How did this even happen? How have you let yourself fall into the clutches of your despicable uncle? Especially in a situation such as this!?
"Aw, don't go quiet on me now sweetie, not when I know you can make such pretty noises for your uncle Doffy" He says smugly.
"F- Fuck you.." You try to protest but it comes out weaker than you'd hoped. "This i-is wrong- so wrong. Let me g- go.." The words coming out of your mouth were true to an extent, you were more than aware of how wrong this situation was, but you weren't sure if you really wanted him to let you go.
"Don't act like you don't like this Little Bird, I can feel you around me. You're just aching to cum, aren't you?" He says lowly in your ear, his voice laced with a faux sympathy you feel yourself falling for with a whimper.
"I'll let you, you know I will. You just have to say the magic word.." He winks and he's right, you want to cum, so badly. But you won't allow yourself to give into him, not yet anyway.
"I- I caaant" You say through gritted teeth as he slightly adjusts the position of your hips and you swear you catch a glimpse of his eyes past his glasses.
He raises a hand off of your hip to the back of your head, stroking you softly you could swear he's almost petting your hair?
"Such a strong girl, it's clear your my kin, so strong willed." He brings his mouth down to your neck and starts gently sucking "But don't you want to let go? Let go of your troubles my dove, go dumb for me. Stop thinking of whats right and wrong, just focus on the pleasure, the release" You bring your hands up to tangle them in his hair as you feel a single teardrop falling from your eye, like a hawk he's quick to notice. He releases his lips from your neck to lick up your salty teardrop and you can't help but let out a small sob.
"C'mon, I know you can do it sweet girl. Say it, tell Uncle Doffy what you need"
fuck it
You swallow your shame, your pride and replace it with your previously suppressed (to the best of your ability) neediness.
"U- Uncle Doffy.." You murmur. Half sob, half whimper.
"Yes, my dove?" He says, his wicked smile growing.
"I- P- Please. Please I wanna cum!"
You swear you hear a sinful laugh wring out in your ears.
"As you wish, Little Bird"
He swiftly filps you onto your back and drags his cock almost all the way out of you, almost. He slams back into you like a man on a mission and your moans become depraved as he rubs your poor, poor clit with his fingers.
"Such a good girl f'me yeah? Begging to come, my obedient little niece.." He praises and you can't help the way your pussy clenches around his impossibly large dick at his words.
Your moans turn into short whimpers as the coil in your stomach tightens, begging to come undone. You grab onto his bulky arms to ground yourself as much as possible.
"Give it to me sweet thing, come for your uncle Doffy" And you feel his fingers speeding up on your sensitive nub, and you can't hold on any longer. Your orgasm feels so good you think you almost pass out, your back arches and you try your best to keep your eyes locked with Doflamingos, your jaw hangs open, your moans getting impossibly more erotic but Doflamingo is quick to kiss you with vigour practically devouring your mouth.
He follows suit in your orgasm, the sudden clenching of your pussy traps him in you like a vice, "You gonna let me come inside of you baby? Gonna let your own blood fill you up, hm?" He chuckles in between breathes but doesn't bother waiting for an answer off of you, he slams his cock into you with one last brutal thrust as ropes of his sticky cum fill up your poor womb :(
He pulls out, watching the mix of both your cum ooze of your abused hole and he's quick to push it back in and you're startled at the friction.
"Don't worry, just making sure it sticks pretty girl.." He lays down next to you in your fucked out state and takes in your sleeping beauty, you crawl into his arms weakly, and he's quick to embrace you, a strange characteristic for a man of his.. reputation
Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.
WARNING‼️: NSFW
I can’t believe we’ve made it to chapter eighty already! Thank you all for the love, support, and comments! Also am I writing too much smut? And is it good enough? Also what kinks do you guys think Doflamingo has? Also this chapter is almost 4k compared to its usually 2-3k, hope you guys enjoy! 😉
It was now October 15, (Y/N)’s birthday was tomorrow. She was going to be turning twenty-five. Doflamingo was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to celebrate his soon to be wife. He was planning her birthday along with his. Weeks prior she had begged him to not make a big deal out of her birthday.
“But pajarito,” He pleaded. “you’ll be turning twenty-five! It’s a big deal!”
“Doffy, please…. I just don’t like all the attention, I don’t need an extravagant party like you do. Can’t we just have a nice dinner?”
After a little more of an argument, she won. He reluctantly agreed to plan something small. He wanted to do something she wouldn’t expect. Something she’d genuinely enjoy. Usually their ‘dates’ consisted of a nice dinner alone at the palace. But this time he wanted to actually take her out somewhere.
The morning of her birthday rolled around and she woke with dread. She feared he would throw her a party regardless or make a big deal out of it like she specifically asked him not to. But instead he was already dressed and waiting for her.
“Happy birthday, my love.” He cooed, kissing her on the top of her head as she sat up.
He already had her outfit laid out for the day as he always did. It was a dark red sweater dress with black tights and boots. Something new but warm. Once ready for the day he escorted her down to breakfast. Everyone was instructed to pretend as if the day were normal. He knew how she felt about unnecessary attention. He wanted to show her that he truly did understand her.
Breakfast went over extremely well. Doflamingo instructed that every meal today be her favorite. There was bacon, eggs, pancakes and French toast strewn across the massive dining room table for everyone. Not to mention there was a fresh brewed pot of coffee just for her. And a joint was even rolled and placed on a tray for her to enjoy.
Once breakfast was over Doflamingo had planned an afternoon outing for just the two of them. He planned to take her out on the town. He’d buy her a brand new dress for tonight’s dinner plans. Also he planned to take her to get a massage. Not that he was fond of another person's hands on her body.
Regardless, the day would be full and hopefully she would be satisfied. But before he could take her out on the town he needed to give her her birthday present. Not that it would be the only present she’d be getting.
He took her upstairs and closed the door before pulling out a neatly wrapped box with a red bow.
“Here you are, my love. Your birthday present.” Doflamingo knelt down on her level with the box in hand.
She thanked him and took the small box, opening it. Inside was a beautiful necklace that matched her engagement ring. It was an opal heart shaped pendant on a silver chain. It was clearly custom made. Before he could ask if she liked it she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss to his cheek. She was rarely affectionate with him so he knew she liked it.
“Thank you, Doffy.” She murmured against his cheek.
“I knew you’d like it.” He wrapped his big arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back.
Doflamingo helped her put on the new necklace, removing her old one. The pendant was cool against her skin. It was a remarkable piece but it made her feel queasy to look at. It only solidified her place in his life.
Once out on the town they were immediately surrounded by screaming fans of his. Thankfully they all knew better than to get too close or try and touch. Many of the people cheered for their king. Others cheered for her. This was the first time she heard her name being called out by men and women alike. It startled her to be honest. It was unnerving.
Doflamingo of course waved and grinned, thanking them. Just when she thought she’d never escape them, he pulled her into a store. The screams were now muffled behind the glass door. She’d never seen someone so evil be so adored. And yet here she was, standing at his side with his massive hand intertwined with hers.
“Go pick out your dress for this evening.” He said, giving her a light tap on the ass. “I have plans for tonight.”
This was the first time he allowed her to pick out her own clothes. Every event they attended he was the one to pick out her dress. He would make her try on dozens before making a choice. But since it was her day he figured he’d give her some of her autonomy back. She was turning twenty-five after all.
She looked and looked through all of the dresses, even trying a few on. But none of them seemed to entice him the way she wanted them to. She didn’t even know why she cared for his opinion so much. A year ago she would’ve purposefully picked out a dress he hated and now she was craving his approval.
Finally, she found the one. It was a minty seafoam color, long, soft and ethereal with a Grecian style. The top was a halter design with thin straps that reached around her neck. There was a deep keyhole cut out of the middle, exposing the underside of her breasts and stomach. The back was also completely exposed. The fabric was made of satin and was lightweight, making it feel like she was practically wearing nothing.
It was obvious that Doflamingo approved by the way he was leering. He circled her, arms behind his back looking like a predator stalking its prey. He licked his lips as he looked her over, clearly satisfied.
“Perfect, pajarito. Absolutely perfect.” He purred in her ear.
After that, he took her to the massage parlor just down the road. He had been there on multiple occasions. That’s where he always went when he felt overly stressed and sore. Doflamingo didn’t need an appointment. He was the king after all.
When they walked in he immediately requested a full body massage for his fiancée. Not to mention he demanded that it be a woman because he’d be damned if another man touched his wife or saw her nude form. He also insisted he watch to make sure no one tried anything.
(Y/N) had never had a massage before. Doflamingo tried before but his hands were so large it was almost impossible for him to get into every nook and cranny. Regardless it felt amazing. She occasionally would let out a soft moan or whimper when the woman would put pressure on specific sore muscles.
He of course watched from the corner. It was his idea but he couldn’t help but sit there glaring with his arms crossed. He wanted to touch her like that. And he certainly would tonight. Thankfully, the massage went well and Doflamingo didn’t have to get violent.
They were back at the place around lunchtime and he took her out to the garden rather than eating with the rest of the family. Since it was mid October it was a little chilly but the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze. The frogs and toads weren’t in hibernation yet and were hopping along the edge of the pond. The table was next to the pond as it always was when they dined out in the garden. Just where she liked it.
“I’ve got something special planned for us tonight, mi amor.” He smiled broadly as he spoke to her.
She had no idea what he could possibly have planned but she hoped it wasn’t anything too big. She so hated her birthday. She used to enjoy it. Now it was just a reminder of how long she had been here.
Once their lunch was over they took a long walk through the hedge maze, hand in hand. Karma of course trotted alongside them, occasionally mewing up at her owners.
“So, how has your birthday been so far, hmm? Are you enjoying yourself?” Doflamingo inquired, squeezing her hand lightly.
“It’s been good, thank you.” She gave him a gentle smile to show her appreciation.
“Good, I’m glad.” He leaned down and placed a kiss upon her temple.
They stayed out in the garden a majority of the afternoon. Once the sun finally began to set he led her back inside the palace. He instructed her to go change into her new dress and touch up her makeup. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, he too had changed into nicer clothes. Still, his pink feathered coat hung from his shoulders.
“Absolutely beautiful, pajarito.” He complimented, taking in her new appearance. “Now come, before we miss our reservation.” He reached out for her hand.
“Reservation?” She furrowed her brow., taking his hand.
“Yes, there’s this new lounge in Acacia. I want to take you there for dinner tonight.” He led her from the room as he spoke.
The carriage ride into the city was filled with Doflamingo’s incessant chatter. He rambled on about how he put a lot of money into this place and how he hoped it would live up to what the owner promised. It was supposed to be flamingo themed to honor their biggest donator, the king.
(Y/N) wasn’t as enthused as he was. Luckily, he never even noticed due to his own excitement. Once they arrived, there was a long line that wrapped around the building and lingered out into the street. Of course they didn’t need to wait. He walked right up to the velvet rope and the guard at the door bowed before allowing them entry.
The patrons in line screamed his name and reached towards him over the ropes, just hoping to graze his coat. He was utterly disgusted by the fact that civilians thought they had the right to touch him. Nevertheless, he pretended to swoon at their cries. She couldn’t lie, he played the part well.
Finally they were inside. The lounge was packed but not overwhelmingly so like most clubs or bars. The lights were a low hot pink. Fluorescent pink flamingo signs were hung all over the walls. Tropical plants were arranged in each corner of the room. The carpet was a psychedelic swirl of pinks. The chairs and couches were stark white leather and the tables were a white marble to match.
She couldn’t lie, it really was cool. Even though this wasn’t really her kind of place. The two of them were led to a private VIP room in the back of the club, separated by a blood red curtain and velvet rope. There was a large circular white leather couch that outlined the room. There was a low table in the center. A bottle of champagne on ice sat in the middle.
Doflamingo pressed a hand to her lower back, guiding her towards the couch. Once comfortable he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close.
“Are you enjoying yourself so far? It’s nice, right?” He grinned as he looked down on her.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” She nodded nonchalantly.
Before they could continue, a waitress walked into their private room. She was dressed in a tight white mini skirt with a tube top to match and stilettos that made her damn near a foot taller than the woman should’ve been. She came in with a silver tray, with nothing but two large champagne flutes.
“Evening your majesty.” She bowed, setting the two glasses down on the table.
The woman then popped the bottle and poured them each a generous glass. She avoided the eyes of them both but was polite.
“What can I get you both? Would you like a menu to look over first?” The waitress pulled a small menu from seemingly nowhere.
The menu wasn’t very long, just a small list of appetizers, hor d’oeuvres, and small meals. Doflamingo glanced over it lazily for a moment before handing it back to the waitress. (Y/N) didn’t even get to look. Not that she could see it very well in this lighting. It made her wonder how in the hell he could even see with those stupid sunglasses on.
“Get us one of everything would you, dear.” He said, picking up both glasses of champagne, handing one to (Y/N).
The waitress bowed again without another word and retreated from the room. Doflamingo’s grin never wavered.
“One of everything, huh? You think it’ll all fit on this little table?” She leaned into him, sipping her champagne.
Doflamingo chuckled, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb, pulling her in tighter.
“I thought you’d enjoy tasting everything this place has to offer. I myself am curious as to what the owner has added to the menu.” He twirled a strand of her hair as he talked.
Almost as if summoned, a man appeared through the curtain. He was an average sized man, nothing like Doflamingo. He was younger too, probably thirties. His hair was dark and balding and his chest probably had more hair than his head. But he wasn’t ugly. He dressed like he belonged there.
“Hey! There he is!” The man bellowed, arms out almost as if he expected Doflamingo to stand and greet him.
Doflamingo’s smile faltered for a brief moment, (Y/N) noticed, the man didn’t. Doflamingo removed his arm from around her shoulders and shook the man’s hand.
“Mauricio, it’s good to see you.” Doflamingo’s toothy grin fooled the man as he spoke. “(Y/N), this is the owner.” Doflamingo nudged her as he spoke. “Mauricio, this is my fiancée, (Y/N).”
Mauricio stuck his hand out for her to shake. She of course took it out of politeness, smiling as she greeted him.
“Nice to finally meet the wife to be!” He chuckled, shaking her hand with both of his quite roughly. “She’s beautiful Doflamingo, you’re a lucky man.”
Doflamingo’s jaw grinded but he kept his smile big, chuckling along with him.
“Yes, she certainly is, isn’t she?” He stroked the side of her face gently, almost as if he was laying a claim on her.
“Well I just wanted to check in and make sure you were settling in alright.” He turned to leave but stopped. “Oh! And happy birthday by the way.” He nodded towards her one last time before exiting.
“Pft…. Annoying.” Doflamingo murmured as soon as Mauricio left.
His grin was gone and his forehead vein was throbbing. His grip on the couch was making the leather squeak.
“What? You don’t like him?” She asked with a teasing tone, smirking.
“No. Not really. He’s a bit much. And he doesn’t wear deodorant sometimes.” He sneered.
“Then why’d you help him out financially?” (Y/N) chuckled.
“Because he offered to make a lounge in my image. How could I say no to all this?” He gestured around.
“Could’ve just opened one up yourself, not like you’re lacking the funds.” She shrugged, downing her drink.
“True, but you forget something, little bird… I own everything in this country. I could take this little club away if I really wanted to.” He said with a wide grin, swirling his glass.
He began to refill her glass, his covered eyes never leaving hers. The music in the lounge was just loud enough to hear, but not so loud that you couldn’t have a conversation. It was kind of relaxing. It was nothing like any of the bars and pubs the crew had visited during their journeys.
The two of them chatted, drank, and cuddled on the couch while they waited for their food. While they were engrossed in conversation, the waitress as well as three other girls entered the VIP lounge, all carrying various trays. They began to place the food onto the table before them, verbally labeling them as they did so. There was so much food she didn’t know how they were supposed to eat all of it. Thankfully it was all small portions.
For appetizers, there was a charcuterie board filled with expensive cheeses, meats, nuts, and crackers as well as caviar, fried calamari, and smoked salmon. Not to mention the things she didn’t know. As for main courses there was wagyu steak, lobster tails, truffle pasta, and roasted duck. There were also desserts like dark chocolate mousse, crème brûlée, raspberry macarons and something she was very familiar with, chocolate covered strawberries.
Once the waitresses left, they began to dig in. Doflamingo of course went right for the lobster tails. She could see him eyeing them as soon as they came into the room. (Y/N) went for the truffle pasta. The night was going rather well considering it was a night out with him. They ordered drink after drink, occasionally nibbling at their copious amounts of food.
It was close to midnight now and both were decently drunk already. (Y/N) was sipping on an espresso martini and Doflamingo was drinking an old fashioned. They had finished their bottle of champagne.
“Try this.” He stuck his glass under her nose. “You’ll like it.”
She sighed and took the drink, taking a small sip. She immediately made a sour face and handed it back. Her response was met with a booming laughter.
“Yuck.” Was all she said, handing the glass back.
“Yuck? This is a real man’s drink.” He laughed.
“Well I’m clearly not a real man.” She chuckled back, continuing with her drink.
He finished his drink and set down the empty glass before picking up a chocolate covered strawberry. He grinned deviously in her direction. They had done this dance many times before. It reminded her of the first night they met. It would sound romantic if he wasn’t holding her against her will.
“Here…” He held out the strawberry, brushing the now melted chocolate against her lip.
She took a bite, slowly. Her gaze never wavering.
“Good girl.” He praised, licking his lips as if he were the one who took a bite. “Did you know dark chocolate is a natural aphrodisiac?”
“I did. Why? You trying to get in my pants?” She teased.
He laughed lowly, not denying it.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I want you right here, right now.” He purred, leaning in closer, the strawberry half eaten and discarded on the tray.
(Y/N)’s eyes widened. She looked towards the curtain.
“Doffy, we can’t. Not here.” She whispered.
Doflamingo wasn’t taking no for an answer. He leaned in close to her ear, licking her lobe.
“Oh, come on. No one else will know as long as you be quiet.” He teased.
His breath on her neck sent a shiver straight through her. She couldn’t deny him as much as she wanted to. Part of her liked the thrill of being caught. And what would they do about it if they did get caught? He was the king.
Before she could argue any further, his hand was sliding up her dress. Doflamingo didn’t hesitate to get on his knees for the birthday girl. (Y/N) lifted her hips, aiding him in pulling down her panties. Slowly, he pulled the lace down her thighs. Once off, he didn’t toss them to the side like she expected him to. Instead he brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, shuddering.
“You know you don’t have to smell my underwear when the real thing’s right here.” She said, balling up her dress at the hips and opening her legs further, completely exposing her bare pussy to him.
He shuddered again, this time pocketing the underwear.
“You’re so good to me, pajarito.” He mumbled before promptly shoving his face between her legs.
Her eyes fluttered and she gasped. Quickly, she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. He immediately began flicking his tongue across her most sensitive spot. He held her in place, gripping her thighs.
“Oh, Doffy…. We shouldn’t…” she moaned.
His chuckle vibrated through her core, making her whine in return. He just barely pulled back to speak—
“I can’t stop now.” He murmured against her, kissing her clit.
Doflamingo pried her thighs further, shoving his face deeper, almost as if he couldn’t get close enough. She couldn’t help but involuntarily buck her hips against his mouth. (Y/N) kept glancing between Doflamingo and the curtain. She was drowning in paranoia and pleasure.
The music and voices could be heard from beyond the room, shadows danced beneath the velvet curtain. Doflamingo wasn’t letting up. She would come for him. He didn’t care if the whole place heard her fall apart. He was sucking and slurping at her pussy, trying his hardest to bring her over the edge. His large fingers began to tease her hole.
“Ah..! Please..!” She begged, writhing.
He pushed one finger in, widening her up. She clenched around his single digit, her body practically begging for more. Doflamingo then shoved a second finger, pumping them gently, curling them to hit her spot. She groaned in response, throwing her head back against the seat.
(Y/N)’s nails dug into the leather she was sitting on, her other hand was clawing at his shoulder. She was close, she could feel it. He could feel it too considering the way her pussy was milking his fingers. Doflamingo redoubled his efforts, trying his hardest to bring her there.
“Fuck, I’m close! Don’t stop!” She whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes.
Her cries encouraged him, making him throb beneath the fabric of his pants. With one final suck and lick, she came undone around him. Her hand shot up from his shoulder to his hair, gripping a fistful. Her other hand was clamped over her mouth as she muffled her screams. Her body shuddered and shook, her thighs trembling around his head.
Doflamingo finally pulled back, feeling rather satisfied. His lips and chin were soaked in her. Slowly, he pulled out his fingers, making her squirm. He didn’t hesitate to lick them clean.
“That was the best thing I’ve eaten all night.” He licked his lips.
Before she could respond he was already standing up, undoing his belt. He pulled his trousers down just enough for his massive, dripping, cock to spring free. It bounced and pulsed in her face. He then sat down on the couch beside her, patting his lap with one hand and stroking himself with the other.
“Come, sit.” He beckoned.
(Y/N) didn’t hesitate to hoist up her dress and slide his thick cock inside her. He guided her hips down, holding her there for a moment. His size was almost impossible to take. It always hurt at first.
“Bounce.” He commanded.
She immediately began to ride him despite the pain. Her fingers gripped his coat as she used him to steady herself. He kept a firm grip on her hips as she rode him. It didn’t take long before he could feel his own climax approaching.
“I’m going to cum, my love..!” His voice came out strained.
That only encouraged her to bounce faster, trying to make him finish. Within seconds he was holding her body down against him, spurting cum into her much smaller body.
“Oh, fuck yes..!” He moaned, burying his face in her neck as he came.
The two of them remained intertwined for a few moments longer, panting and sweating all over each other. Before she could pull away from him, he leaned down to whisper in her ear—
do you have a rough idea of when the next chapter of the offering will be out? no pressure of course, please take your time. i’m just very enthusiastic for more! thanks for writing such a great story <3
The Offering chapter 12 will drop on August 14 or 15, US time.
(this week has been too nuts to write but i'll have time next week to scribble something)
if you're looking for something to read that might scratch The Offering itch in the meantime, can i suggest one of my other works? it features arranged marriages of dubious nature, irregular timeline/story structure, old-world royalty/fairytale vibes, suspense/intrigue, a reader with unique talents (chess in this case), mistaken identity, a haughty royal love interest with a possessive streak a mile wide, pining/yearning...and smut. it's complete at 88k words and i think it's the best thing i've written on this account. here are the links, summary, and the ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER for anyone waiting on The Offering to continue:
In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board.
But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the infamous Pirate Warlord Doflamingo in a desperate bid to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath.
[Doflamingo/reader. Royalty AU. Princess!reader. Third person narration; undescribed protagonist so OC and reader fans can enjoy. COMPLETE on AO3]
Chapter 1: "Queen Sacrifice"
The princess of Mary Geoise stood upon the balcony to watch her beloved kingdom burn.
She dressed plainly for the occasion. No finery, no frills, no fuss. That night she wore but a simple gown and plain shoes, bare of all regalia but the bauble she never took from around her pretty neck. She clutched this necklace in her shaking hands for comfort. Most days she hid it beneath her clothes, tucked under modest necklines and away from the prying eyes of her maids and watching father, but the time for such caution had passed.
They were almost at the end, now. Her father could levy no punishments graver than what awaited her come dawn.
“My lady.”
The third and newly appointed general of her father’s armies — for their enemies had slain the first and his replacement alike — bowed upon the flagstones at her feet. Distant fire reflected in the depths of his worried eyes. The princess could not remember his name, though she recalled the black tattoos upon his hands well enough. She bade him stand with a nod, gaze returning to the tableau of destruction playing out before her. Fire had not yet touched the noble quarter, but sparks rose to the stars at the city’s edge, spreading inward through the other districts in a sullen, rust-red ring.
“What news?” she asked with the taste of ash upon her tongue.
“Our blockade has fallen. Pirate forces breached the city walls.”
She closed her eyes. “How many?”
“A-all of them.” The general swallowed. “The Pirate Warlord sent them all.”
From his rightful place atop the conquered throne, her weary father murmured, “Don’t…don’t call him that.”
The wan-faced king sat slumped, mouth slick with wine, fingers clasped around the neck of the seventh bottle he’d downed since news broke of the pirates reaching his kingdom’s shore. He did not look like a king that night. Tonight, he was just a man, the dignity of his station crumbling in the face of imminent defeat.
And like a diamond that had lost its luster, he was ignored. “Pirate ships block the harbor,” said the general. He answered to her, now — a princess in name but the kingdom’s queen in practice. Especially after the secrets that had recently come to light. “There can be no escape. Not anymore.”
He needn’t have said it. The princess already knew. A game of Monarchic Chess sat behind her, half complete, tiles of the board arranged in the shape of her kingdom, the game of this attack splayed out upon them in perfect, miniature detail. But although the game was not yet finished, she could already predict the outcome. The number of ships, the element of surprise, the pirate warlord’s tactics…her forces were outgunned, and with no warning to aid them, they were outmaneuvered, too. Their allies had all abandoned them, too fearful of the massive pirate forces to come to the princess's aid. Even the soundest strategies crumbled under force overwhelming. The blockade had been naught but a desperate, last-ditch effort to repel his forces, her final attempt to save them — to save not only herself and the monarchy, but to save the people she had vowed to protect. Her people were the ones who truly mattered in this scenario. She had known her efforts would fail from the outset, and that she acted on their behalf in vain, but hope compelled her try for one last chance at victory.
A chance now slipping through her fingers, as impossible to grasp as hope itself.
“Thank you, General.” She turned from him, and from her father, and returned her attention to the kingdom she had failed. “You are dismissed.”
But he did not leave. Instead he said: “There’s more.”
Bitter laughter charred her throat. “What more could there possibly be?”
“Messengers from the Pirate Warlord — from the enemy.” He corrected himself with a sideways glance at her father. “They came to tell us citizens have been taken hostage.”
Her blood ran cold. “How many?”
“Hundreds. Our operatives have confirmed it. They are gathered in groups, held at gunpoint.”
She considered this for a time. “And the Warlord’s demands in return for their safe release?”
“He…” The general looked as stunned as she felt. “He hasn’t made any.”
“So far,” the princess murmured. “There is still time yet.”
And so she waited. The general left. In his absence, advisors slinked from their hiding places in the shadows of the throne room to stand about like carrion, black-cloaked and beady-eyed, waiting for the corpse to pick clean with their sharp beaks. They wrung their hands, watching her. Whispered in her father’s ear, though he was too drunk to heed them. Many though they numbered, and brilliant in their own right, they were no help to the princess. They never had been, she ruefully mused. She alone had been their savior for many years, unknowing all the while, fighting their battles for them atop the Monarchic Chessboard. But now, even with eyes at last open to the truth, she was helpless to deliver them from this hell on earth.
It was over. It was well and truly over.
High in her tower above the city, the princess’s eyes burned as she gazed at the burning kingdom, lids heavy and thick in their struggle to remain open. So many sleepless nights. So many games played. So many tears spilled that evening, and in the many evenings before the Pirate Warlord attacked her borders outright. But all had been for naught, and now he marched upon her shores. Her enemy, her foe, her villain — he would be here soon. Soon, she would look the devil in the eye, and fall.
Unable to resist, she allowed her tired eyes to close. Smoke and ash rose from the burning city. Wind caressed her cheeks, her throat, even her hands as they clutched the necklace she loved so much. But the cold comfort of the jewel on her palm could not guard against the distant screams of her people as they were menaced by the pirates who had laid her father’s armies to waste. There could be no comfort for the princess as the noose prepared to pull tight around her throat. There could be no stopping the ring of fire sweeping toward her.
Closing her eyes was an insult to the citizens she had failed to protect. They did not have the luxury of awaiting their fate from the impersonal height of a palace tower.
Thus, she opened them again to stare into the heart of her burning, beloved capital…but to her surprise, the image before her did not match the horrors in her head. The fiery horizon had not moved. The ring of fire had not closed. No, it somehow held steady, a constant halo of destruction that had moved not an inch deeper into the capital city and the palace waiting at its heart. The onslaught had been held at bay by…she knew not what. Had the invasion halted? But why?
What was the pirate warlord waiting for?
Her hands left the stone parapet along the balcony as she whirled to face the throne room.
“You there,” she asked, but the advisors scattered like crows under the stone of her gaze. She turned instead to the guard at the door. “Where is the general?”
“I can find him, Princess,” the guard said, scrambling. “I can — ”
He vanished through the huge oak doors. She returned her stare to the line of fire. Her knees ached from standing on the cold flagstones for hours on end. The princess had not moved since they received word of the unified pirate army’s invasion of the capital, but she refused to sink into despair alongside her wilting father. The bauble in her hand gave her strength. Oh, that beloved pink jewel she wore on its delicate chain — it gave her courage even when weariness clawed her eyes and dug sharp teeth into her psyche. She rolled it through her fingers, weighing it on her palm and giving the sparkling gem the smallest kiss when she thought no one was looking. The diamond held more than mere glitter or monetary value. It held the very core of her dreams in its facets, glinting back at her with a thousand possibilities and all the lives she might have lived had the unthinkable not occurred.
But the unthinkable had occurred. The war had been lost. The pirates had won. She would never be able to tell the person who had given her the gem how much his words had haunted her since their parting. She would never be able to tell him she wanted to reconsider the offer she had rejected. She would never be able to take his hand and say yes as she so longed to. That possibility had gone dark the moment the fires lit. If only she had met him in some other life, perhaps —
The door opened, and the general said: “He has stopped advancing, Princess.”
She spun in a tangle of skirts. Once again the general knelt upon the stones behind her. Her father moaned atop the throne, but she hardly heard his cry of despair.
“Have our forces rallied?” she asked, but there was no hope in her heart. “I did not think they would be capable — ”
“No. They are not capable.” He passed a tattooed hand over his weary face. “He could press forward again at any time. He has the forces to destroy us in an instant.” But here he paused. “And yet.”
“And yet he has not.” Her hands fisted, fingernails scraping soft skin. “Why has that monster — ?” She shook her head. “He is just a man.”
“Princess?” asked her general.
“Never mind.” She dropped her hands and turned, head held high, tired eyes unyielding as they dragged her scattered advisors from the shadows. “Tell me again. Tell me everything you know about him.”
“We have told you everything already, Princess,” they whispered.
“Then tell me again,” demanded the princess, “about the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo.”
That name — that name, oh, that dreaded name! The most unholy of names rang in the air like a gunshot, and under the weight of its heavy crack, the advisors shrank and moaned. Then, like a rising chorus of vultures before the gallows, they opened their mouths and obeyed. They repeated everything they had already told her when they roused her from her bed in the middle of the night a fortnight prior, demanding she play a game of Monarchic Chess with them. But they had roused her with true fear in their eyes, and even before they and her father spilled the truth in a frantic rush, she had known this was no mere game like the hundreds she had played throughout her life. The hundreds before they had pretended were just idle distractions, but even before they told her the truth, she sensed the battle she fought that night was anything but ordinary.
And then the warning bells had rung. Deceit no longer an option, they had dropped the charade. This was a battle for the fate of the kingdom, and her opponent was a monster from a bedtime story brought to life.
“The Pirate Warlord Doflamingo,” they called him. “The Pirate King.”
Her opponent — the beast who would raze her kingdom to the ground — had forged a nation from the ashes of the many countries he had overthrown on a bloody path to power waged with lightning speed in the scant year prior. All while he gathered power, he organized a covert war against her kingdom, puppeteering a slew of seemingly disconnected attacks by brigands and pirate militias, ones now revealed to have been Doflamingo’s secret allies all along. A king in name and power, but one not recognized by the rulers of the world, as he claimed no ancestral lands or formal title. A monster of a man, unpredictable and fierce.
“That is his reputation,” said the Princess when they finished crowing. “What can you tell me of the man himself?”
“The man himself?” they asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Weaknesses. Strengths. Anything.”
“But, my lady — there is nothing.”
Nothing she could use, anyway. No chinks in his armor to exploit. No threads to pull and unwind. No dry tinder to catch flame. He was a monster, bigger than life — and her advisors were useless in his shadow, so taken as they were by the tall tale of his reputation. But while the princess knew he must simply be a man, all her life she had been kept from the world. Without their help, she did not know how to parse myth from man. And even her father on his throne was no help. He thrashed in the grip of wine and fear, dribbling alcohol from his lips, whimpering in his royal robes and beneath the weight of his heavy crown. She had slapped him two nights prior, hurting her own hand in an attempt to bring him back to her for counsel, but even that strike had not shocked him from his stupor.
And now he sat upon his throne, writhing and useless, to mutter and moan, “Why? Why did we ever bring him there?”
Though far he had fallen, he was still her father. She went to his side and knelt, gathering his hand in hers to ask, “Bring who where, Father?”
“That man,” her father, the king, whimpered. “The Crown Summit.”
The princess frowned. “The Pirate Warlord Doflamingo attended the Crown Summit?”
“A formality.” Her father gasped for air like a gutted fish. “A formality, to appease him. He wanted power. We would not grant it. But an empty title that meant nothing…” He shuddered in his seat, small inside his stained velvet robes. “’Pirate Warlord’ affords him no power, but once a year we let him sup at our table, and that empty title we saw fit to bestow to sate his growing appetites.”
The king cast aside his empty wine bottle and wept into his shaking hands. The princess rubbed soothing circles across his knuckles, but in truth, she needed comfort of her own. She had been due for her fourth visit to the Crown Summit in just a few weeks. Truth told, she had been looking forward to it — though for reasons neither her father nor her maids could fathom. The princess had but one true friend in the entire world, and the Pirate King’s invasion had robbed her of the one chance she had to see him again. Thanks to the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo, she would not likely survive the night, let alone visit the Crown Summit this year.
But her personal sorrows mattered little compared to that of her kingdom’s, and something in her father’s lamentations pulled her lips into a frown.
“What do you mean, to appease him?” She shook her father’s arm. “Father, no matter how powerful he became, why was a mere pirate granted an empty title and invited to join the Crown Summit at all?”
His wine-stained teeth gnashed. “That monster — ”
“No. Not a monster,” the princess soothed. “Just a man. Tell me, Father, what you know of him.”
Her father raggedly gasped from his seat upon the throne, “That man — he is more.”
And through his tears and woe, he told her the story of the fall of a distant kingdom. Of the power-hungry family called Donquixote, stripped from their throne and cast down when their avarice grew too great. Of lands divided and broken up among other monarchies, another king sitting upon the throne once held by the shattered Donquixote line. And most crucially, he told her of heirs supposedly slain when that monarchy was overthrown…but one heir, he believed, had survived. Thrived, even, once he found an unexpected army to call his own. The advisors looked on in horror mounting as the truth spilled like blood upon the tower floor, seeping into the cracks of the flagstones and the ears of all who heard it alike.
“That king — that fallen monarch — I knew him,” her father said. “I knew his face from past Crown Summits. And when I saw that pirate come to stand before us, I…”
The princess gripped his arm all the tighter. “You what?”
Upon his throne, the king opened his eyes wide and moaned, “I saw his father in him.”
She stared at her father in silence. The advisors hung their heads. The general stood by, a man of action rendered still by shock and disbelief. The princess rose and went to the balcony once more, beholding her burning city through eyes unseeing.
“The Pirate Warlord,” she said to no one, “is…a prince?”
And with that word, the truth of the matter fell neatly into place, chess pieces forming a pattern upon the board. Why he’d attacked her kingdom — why he had stopped advancing — what he must want —
Unsteady feet carried the princess to the Monarchic Chess board. Her eyes roved across the terrain tiles of land and sea, the cards in their stands representing armies and ships and citizens, the chips declaring resources in all their splendor…and the palace, too. That porcelain miniature with its tiny drawbridge and hand-painted stones, detailing even the tiny tower in which she now stood. The King card sat beside it — and beside it, representative of the princess herself, the card of queen.
“That’s it,” the princess murmured, gaze fastened upon the queen. “That’s what he wants.”
The advisors gasped. The general lifted his head. Her father stirred upon the throne, eyes blinking and slow and stupid.
“What, my daughter?” he asked with the light of hope shining in his countenance. “What does the Pirate Warlord want?”
The light went out when she turned to him and said, “He wants me.”
The princess stood in the palace chapel dressed in her mother’s wedding gown. Pearls and diamonds, lace and silk resplendent — her maids said she had never looked more beautiful than she did in the traditional queen’s tiara of Mary Geoise, the finest of heirlooms to don her brow only upon a princess’s sacred wedding day. But while it might be the most expensive item on her person, it was not what she found most precious. Under the neckline of her gown hid her favorite necklace — that beloved pink diamond she wished so dearly to hold, to gird herself against the inevitable fall to come. She touched it through the lace to comfort herself, though even its beloved presence brought scant little on that horrible night.
She had been right. Of course she had been right. The hiccuped protests of her father finally quieted once he saw the truth, and her offer had been sent to the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo in the hands of their swiftest messenger. The pirate had replied even faster with a yes — that he would gladly release the hostages and withdraw from her kingdom’s borders should he be given the princess’s hand in marriage.
As expected. A man hungry for legitimacy, eager to reclaim the title he had lost, had attacked a nation with an eligible daughter? Of course he wanted her as his wife. From all she’d heard, the man was a tactician to the core. Then again, so was she, and she would pull any tactic necessary to save her people from harm. Trading the queen to save the board, queen sacrifice ripped from the chessboard and into reality…it was a move she had used before to win games against her advisors, but those games had been mere theory. This was no game. Here, now, she was the sacrificial piece upon the board. But while tears fill her eyes at her misfortune, she held her head high, proud and content in the knowledge she had done her duty flawlessly.
This strategy would save them. It was the only one that could. And as the princess, it was her duty to save her people no matter the cost. Not even if she were to play the part of the queen sacrificed.
And so she waited. She waited without flinching for the inevitable, ignoring her father as he sneaked gulps of wine, and her ladies in waiting as they wept, and the advisors as they cowered, and the general as his fists clenched, and the vicar as he turned paler and paler until it looked like he may faint —
And then, at last, the doors of the king’s most lavish chapel swung open under the heel of a massive boot.
Struck by the reality of what was to come, the princess’s stalwart stillness broke. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She listened from beneath her veil as heavy footfalls rang out across the cobbled floor. Advisors spoke and her father staggered, trying to greet his soon-to-be son-in-law, but a dark chuckle rent the air and stopped all their vapid chatter.
The Pirate Warlord Doflamingo commanded: “Silence.”
The princess stiffened — no, she froze solid. Not because of the power in that command, no, but because…that voice. That voice — !
She knew that voice!
Two syllables alone had sent recognition skating down her back like lighting before it struck. The hair on her nape, stifled by silk, rose to attention with a prickle. She locked her eyes on the floor as the owner of that voice came to stand before her, enormous feet in pointed shoes filling her swimming vision.
And pink feathers filled the edges of it all the while.
“What are you waiting for?” he said in that same familiar voice — one painted with the underpinnings of a laugh. “Marry us, vicar. Don’t keep my bride waiting.”
The vicar launched into the vows, a short version, skipping right to the end. But he was not fast enough for Doflamingo, it seemed. Although it was not yet time for such a thing, two massive hands lifted the princess’s veil over her head. Fingers gripped her chin, guiding her face from the floor.
She dared not raise her eyes. But Doflamingo merely chuckled, and his fingers blazed like an iron brand against her skin.
Voice low beneath the vicar’s, he said: “Look at me.”
And so she looked. And though the truth stood before her very eyes, grinning back at her like a skull stripped bare of flesh, she could not help the disbelieving words that came tumbling from her lips.
“I — I know you,” said the princess.
“I should hope so,” said the pirate.
Breath shuddered in her lungs, a cherished name rising in her throat. “Joker — ”
“So you remembered that, too. Good girl.” He chuckled at her wide eyes and trembling mouth, and at the lip he ran his thumb across in a slow, soft caress. “But someone as brilliant as you must know by now that that is not my true name.”
The vicar droned on. She took a deep breath. She watched the pirate before her, tracking every familiar feature, from the jagged curve of his smiling mouth to the gleam of his hooded eyes and the slope of his high, proud nose. That carved jaw, those hollow cheeks, the wicked way his fingertips traced a path down her soft skin…and now she could smell the scent that had haunted her dreams for the past three years, breathe in the longed-for salt of the sea and the sweet bite of citrus and the bitterness of smoke and leather. It was the very same scent that had set her thoughts to wandering far beyond the palace walls on many a sleepless night, filling her head with thoughts she dare not voice and her flesh with urges that left her breathless and panting in the dark. The pink diamond beneath her clothes burned her skin with every gasp. Fear and longing alike filled her chest, warring with each other, rendering her speechless. His grin stretched wider still when he stepped close, lifting her chin to make her look at him even as he towered up above.
“Say it, Princess,” he said in a terrible, teasing lilt. “Say the name of your husband.”
She shuddered. “Do — ”
“That’s it,” the pirate cooed.
“Dof — ” Her eyes filled with tears, but of happiness or of fear, she could not say. “Doflamingo.”
“Heh.” He bent, feathers blotting out the world. “Good girl.”
“ — under the eyes of the crown, I pronounce you wed,” the vicar said. “You may kiss — ”
A pirate does not need to be told to plunder. Such is in his nature. He claimed his prize before the vicar could make his declaration, already pressing his lips to hers in a searing hot kiss. A hand looped around her waist like an iron band, pressing her to his towering form, princess’s body eclipsed by the pirate’s in celestial suffocation. She gasped and he slicked his tongue into her mouth, stealing a taste of her before he pulled away, leaving her in his wake burning and gasping and disheveled — and irrevocably bound to the pirate she had met under another name, a world away, many moons before.
Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.
Months had now passed. Summer was over and it was September. It was official. She had now been here for a whole year. The anniversary of her kidnapping had slipped his mind but not hers. She woke up with a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Their wedding was in six months. There was no more postponing planning.
The invitations had been sent out a couple of months ago. Today they were going to pick out the flavor of their wedding cake. Of course he planned it on the anniversary of her crew splitting up. At least he was keeping her busy. She had no time to mope around when there was planning to do.
Doflamingo woke her up excitedly that morning. As soon as her eyes fluttered open, her stomach was churning. She assumed it was nerves. After all, it was the anniversary of the Straw Hats disappearance. In days it would be the one year anniversary of Ace’s death. (Y/N)’s first thought was she wondered how Luffy was doing right now.
“Hurry and get dressed!” Doflamingo urged her out of bed, wearing only a grin.
She reluctantly pulled herself from bed. She was actually looking forward to trying cake flavors. It was the only part of the wedding planning she was excited about. She knew she’d be such a nervous wreck the day of to enjoy her cake so she might as well enjoy trying it.
The two of them were also supposed to be meeting with a photographer after the cake tasting. Doflamingo still needed to deal with the flower arrangements as well. She didn’t care about that however. She only cared about her dress and cake. Everything else was his problem to deal with. He was the one who wanted to get married in the first place.
(Y/N) stood in the bathroom mirror, staring blankly at her reflection as she brushed through her tangled hair. She couldn’t believe it had been a year since she lost everything. Everyone. She couldn’t help but wonder if her crew was safe out there. She didn’t give herself much time to think about it anymore. Before she could wonder or grieve her old life, a knock came at the door—
“Are you ready yet? We have to meet the baker at ten!” Doflamingo’s excited voice was muffled through the wood.
The wedding was all anyone had been talking about for months. They had been engaged for six whole months. She still couldn’t believe she was getting married. Everyday she wondered what the crew would think of her now.
Sanji would be so jealous, he’d kick Doflamingo’s ass. Or at least try to. Luffy probably had no idea about the engagement, he was never into reading the paper. His goofy ass would probably just congratulate her. Nami and Robin probably knew. They frequently read the paper. Nami would probably be mad that she got engaged at a time like this. Robin would be confused but supportive. If only they knew the truth.
Breakfast was noisy. Everyone had an opinion on everything. Like what kind of cake they should get, what photographer they should hire, and what her bouquet should look like. It was all anyone was talking about.
“Oh, her dress should be something modest! White! She is the King’s bride afterall, she can’t show too much skin!” Giolla clapped her hands together excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat. “And the cake should be vanilla! A classic flavor!”
“What about a nice vanilla buttercream frosting to go with it?” Trebol suggested.
(Y/N) wasn’t really listening to their suggestions and banter. She instead was fantasizing what it would be like to try different cake flavors with her crew. Nami would pick orange. Sanji would pick a decadent chocolate. Zoro didn’t like sweets so he would probably go with something alcohol infused. Chopper and Luffy would try every flavor and claim it was their favorite.
“Is something the matter, love? You’re awfully quiet.” Doflamingo’s voice broke through her thoughts.
“Huh? Oh yeah… fine.” She murmured into her coffee mug, staring off into the distance.
Doflamingo rubbed her back soothingly before placing a kiss on her temple.
“You’ll feel better once you’ve had some cake.” He reassured her.
The carriage ride to the bakery wasn’t quiet either. It was filled with Doflamingo’s opinions. He sat across from her, rubbing his thumb against her knee with one hand and animatedly rambling with the other.
“I’ve used this baker for every party I’ve ever thrown in Dressrosa. She’s absolutely the best there is. I won’t have anything less!” He said enthusiastically.
When they arrived, the store was closed but she could see someone moving around inside behind the counter.
“Are we too early?” (Y/N) asked, his hand in hers as they approached.
“No, we’re just the first appointment of the day. And I requested for her to stay closed until we finish, wouldn’t want a crowd, would we?” He smiled down at her before knocking on the door.
The woman from behind the counter hurriedly walked around and unlocked the door with a set of bronze keys.
“Hello, your majesty! Right on time I see!” The woman said cheerfully.
She seemed to be around Doflamingo’s age, forty. The woman was plump and cute, her cheeks tinted pink and covered in flour. Her hair was dark brown and pulled up on top of her head.
“I wouldn’t dream of being late today.” He smiled back at the woman before kissing the back of (Y/N)’s hand softly, leading her inside the door.
The cheerful baker led them to a table big enough for him. He clearly was a regular here.
“You know those chocolates I get you?” He spoke up as the woman retreated to the kitchen.
(Y/N) nodded. His arm was now wrapped around her shoulder.
“I get them from here.” He said.
Before she could reply, the hefty woman came back with a large tray of slivers of cake. She gently sat the tray down with a huge smile.
“I’ve been baking since three this morning, I can’t wait for you to try them. To think, I get to bake the king’s wedding cake!” The woman enthused.
(Y/N) looked over all the different cakes. Her mouth watered at the sugary scent that filled her nostrils. She couldn’t wait to dig in. But before she could—
“Before we get started, I’d like to introduce you to my bride, (Y/N).” Doflamingo said to the baker, gesturing towards his fiancée. “And this is Angela, I call upon her for all of my sweet treats.” He gestured at the baker this time.
(Y/N) then shook Angela’s hand, giving her a small smile. Her eyes didn’t stay on Doflamingo or the baker for long. Her attention remained on the cake, the one and only thing that could bring her out of her misery.
“I’m so excited!” Angela clasped her hands together, practically bouncing on her heels. “I’ve been working on these flavors for weeks, I can’t wait to see what you two think!”
(Y/N) found herself to be fond of the baker. She seems genuine. She loved to bake. She always helped Sanji out in the kitchen, whether that be cleaning up or cooking. Her favorite thing to help him cook was dessert. Before she could think anymore, Doflamingo was ready to start. Angela began to present the cakes, handing them each a slice from the tray.
“Now this one is our classic vanilla cake with a vanilla buttercream frosting and a lemon curd.” Angela said, eyeing each of them as they took the first bite.
(Y/N) wasn’t a fan of vanilla buttercream but something about the lemon curd turned it into something beyond a vanilla cake.
“This next one is one of my personal favorites, it’s an almond cake with an amaretto buttercream.” Angela pushed the two plates closer.
She had never had anything like it before. That first bite was truly heavenly and it was clear by the look of Doflamingo’s face, he thought the same.
“Next up is something a little decadent.” Angela pushed two plates closer. “It’s a dark chocolate sponge with a chocolate ganache and a tart cherry filling.”
This one really caught (Y/N)’s attention. She loved chocolate. The second the cake touched her tongue she knew this would be one of her top contenders if not the one.
“You like this one don’t you, pajarito?” Doflamingo teased.
He then cut a piece of her cake with a fork and held it up to her lips for her to take another bite. She of course took it, slowly. Angela looked like she was going to squeal. Doflamingo was satisfied with her compliance. He wiped a bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. It would’ve been almost romantic and sweet if it was anybody else.
“This next cake is a bit controversial for a wedding cake but I thought I’d include it just in case.” Angela carefully placed a small slice before both of them. “This one is a carrot cake with a cream cheese frosting.”
This by far was her least favorite cake. It was definitely delicious for a carrot cake but it wasn’t good enough to be a wedding cake.
“This last one is a bit more your style I think.” Angela said confidently. “This one is a champagne cake with a strawberry compote and a Swiss meringue buttercream.”
This cake was much more sophisticated than the others and seemingly more Doflamingo’s style. The cake itself tasted light and buttery as well as a hint of vanilla along with a floral note. The strawberries were fresh and paired perfectly with the champagne.
“There were so many flavors to choose from so I had to just narrow it down to these five flavors or we’d be here tasting cakes all day long.” Angela chuckled.
“So, little bird, which one is your favorite?” Doflamingo asked.
She thought about it, looking over each heavenly slice.
“I like…. The dark chocolate one and the almond one.” She decided.
“Of course you pick the chocolate one.” He laughed.
“Well, what do you like?” She asked, arms crossed over her chest.
“Me?” He seemed taken aback that she even asked his opinion. “Well, I thought I’d let you choose.”
“I can’t decide.” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip thoughtfully.
“I personally like the almond one the best out of those two. But I do have a soft spot for the champagne and strawberry in case you change your mind.” Doflamingo smiled warmly down at his soon-to-be bride.
“Should we go with the almond cake then?” She said, unsure.
“Anything you want, my love.”
The rest of their time at the bakery was spent going over cake designs. The cake itself would be extravagant of course. It was going to be eight tiers tall. The buttercream was to be ivory, to match the bride and groom. No fondant because (Y/N) said she didn’t like it. It was to have white orchids and poppies that adorned the cake. Orchids for him, poppies for her. It was also to be decorated with gold, edible accents. The top tier would not have a generic bride and groom but instead, two golden crowns.
Both crowns would be intertwined with golden leaves and their respective flowers. Doflamingo’s crown was to be bigger, more powerful. It was to show off his nobility and wealth. Her crown was smaller, more subtle. It portrayed her softness and individuality.
Once they were done sketching up wedding cake ideas, he paid the woman a hefty amount and they retreated back to the carriage. Next up was to speak with the photographer. That in itself wouldn’t be too much of an ordeal she hoped. The ride there was full of conversation, mainly about the cake of course.
They finally arrived, and Doflamingo of course dragged her by his side. He wanted her involved in everything, even the things she didn’t care about. Honestly she wished he’d forgo the photographer. She didn’t want any proof that she ever even married this freak.
The man who was to be their photographer was a balding, scrawny man with glasses that were too big for his face. His appearance was unfortunate but his work was reputable enough to get the job. Trebol had recommended him personally. Doflamingo seemed satisfied enough. Thankfully it didn’t take long. He didn’t stay and gloat and chat like he had done with the baker.
The day ended with ease. (Y/N) went to sleep that night thinking of her crew yet again. She wondered if any of them even knew where she was. If they did, did they even care? Would anyone ever save her? Or would she just have to learn to live without them? That thought alone scared her.
The only thing that soothed her nerves was Karma. Oh how she couldn’t wait to have the crew meet her. They’d certainly love her just as much as she did. Robin definitely would have a soft spot for the feline. Karma, (Y/N), and Doflamingo eventually all fell asleep cuddled up with one another. One was dreaming of wedding dresses, one was dreaming of an escape, and the other was dreaming about wet cat food. Only two of them were going to get what they dreamed of.
hiii I have a question about marionetteeee!! loving it btw😋 okay anyways are we like still in 2 year timeskip timeline or are we like past it??
We are still in the timeskip, as of chapter 78, it is June, and in this fic they got separated in September. So almost a year in. (I know I’m such a slow writer and this fic is so damn long for no reason lmao) Feel free to ask me anything or if I’m being confusing I will clarify!
