Doflamingo x Reader: Smirk

    You come out of your new room in the palace, stretching and enjoying your new home. Doflamingo told you to wait in your room until dinner that evening, but you like raising a little bit of hell when you’re bored. And you’re very bored right now. While walking down the hallway looking for your first victim, you sense someone charging you from behind. You wait, and right before they hit you, you spin and axe kick your assailant into the ground. You chuckle as the dust clears.

    Your assailant appears to be a teenage boy wearing a horned hat. After removing your foot, you squat down to get a closer look.

    “And what do we have here?” you mutter to yourself. You only have half a second before the boy lunges up, mouth wide-open and showing razor sharp teeth. You lean back and propel the boy further into the air before doing your signature move of grabbing the back of his head and driving him face first into the ground. And as an added measure, you pin him with your knee on the small of his back.

    “Hmhmhmhmhmhmph. I see Dofly has found quite the spirited little squirt,” you say. You feel the boy chuckle under you, although it becomes quite difficult to hear what he said. Turning his head, you find they boy grinning maliciously, visible eye wide and pupils dilated.

    “Care to repeat what you said?”

    “I’ve never met someone who could stop me like that,” he said.

    “Oh Squirt, you have much to learn, don’t you?”

    He laughs, pointed teeth quickly being replaced before your eyes. “I can’t wait to get a taste of your blood.”

    Your smile widens into something fearsome. “Well, first you have to hit me to do that. But I think yours is the only blood you’ll be tasting.”

    The boy shivers in delight before his dorsal fin juts out of his back. You jump up, using the boy as your springboard. He flips over and launches himself into the air. You cross your Haki covered arms in front of you to block his attack, and then knee him in the stomach. He flies down the hall and bounces a few times before coming to a halt. You land on your feet.

    “Sorry Squirt, but I have to clash and dash. I want to cause more havoc before the day is done.” And you sprint the opposite way from the boy. After taking a couple of turns (and to be on the safe side, dropping down a level through the windows), you wander through the halls again.

    “Damn Dofly, why does this castle have to be so big?!” you curse.

    “How dare you misuse Young Master’s name!” You turn around with an inquisitive look in your eye. This time a steam punk guy walks out of a room you just passed, looking like he was about to literally explode any minute.

    “Aaaaannnd… you care why?” you ask.

    “No-one is allowed to call Young Master names!” he yells back at you.

    “Oh~ So that means I can’t call him kid, Donny boy, Dof-”

    He picks up a nearby vase and throws it at you. You duck, and the vase explodes when it hits the floor.

    “I could see you had a short fuse when it’s about Dofly, but I didn’t think you’d literally blown up over it.” He runs towards you, fist ready to smash in your face.

    “Hmhmhm~ Let’s play a game of Keep Away~” you sang while jumping over his head. You let him chase you around the halls, and it is quite amusing having him slide into things. Each impact was a literal explosion, with debris flying everywhere and everything. As you ran, you continue to tease guy to keep his short fuse burning, saying things like,

    “C’mon Hothead, a Denden Mushi can move faster than you!”

    “Since you blow up over every little thing, I’m surprised you have anything left.”

    “I’m certain ‘Young Master’ is actually an overgrown child.”

    “You can’t touch me~ You can’t touch me~”

    (Yes, you are acting very adult like right now.)

    You also dubbed him with many other nicknames, which only ticked him off more. After sliding around another corner, you run backwards to find Hothead slam into the wall, explode, and promptly faint. Taking a couple steps to stop, you make your ‘frowny face’, which was a tight lipped grin and your lower lip stuck out.

    “Aw, and we were becoming such great friends too.”

    Since Hothead is a part of Doflamingo’s group, you pick him up and lay him on the first couch you see.

    You were having the time of your life, teasing the other Donquixote members. You gave Grape-Fingers rehydrated sour plums, rode Bucktooth like a plane before crashing, and pranked Two-Tone by rearranging her art in a different pattern each time she looked. There was Baby-Man you tried to embarrass, but he brushed off each of your attempts (Hmph. He’s no fun.) You also found Ramps and spoke to him using words that didn’t have G in them. You leave him in a pile of despair while tapping your fingers together. Hmmm… Who will be my next target?

    You bump into the back of someone during your pondering, bringing you back to reality. Looking up, you meet a large muscled man giving you a death glare.

    You cock your head to the side. “What?”

    He gestures at you.

    “What?” you ask again. You know he wants you to apologize, but you decide to play dumb. He gestures even more at you, briefly pointing back and forth between the two of you. You still play dumb, causing him to get angry with you and attack you. You dodge him, calmly telling him to use his words instead of having a temper tantrum.

    He continues attacking you, getting angrier and angrier until he burst out saying, “Fuck!”

    You catch his falling fist, open mouthed and dumbfounded. The two of you stay in that position for a while. When he couldn’t bear the silence anymore, you finally said, “Your voice is adorable.”

    He goes to punch you again, but you sidestep his fist while waving your arms in front of you.

    “I don’t mean that as an insult! Your voice- It’s just- I can’t even describe how it makes me feel.” The man blushes, unsure of what the heck is happening. You come up and grasp one of his hands in yours.

    “Please, what is your name? And say it out loud!”

    “Pica,” he murmurs.

    “Pica, I promise I will never laugh at your voice, and feel free to pull me aside to talk to anytime you want.”

    “Yes, well, I need to go…” Pica said before disappearing through the floor. You giggle, thinking to yourself, Pica’s voice is so cute! It’s so cute it’s so cute it’s so cute…

    You were so busy thinking that, you didn’t notice the slime under you. Moments later, you found yourself brought towards a large, drippy man.

    “So you’re the intruder everyone’s been talking about,” he says, face far to close for your comfort.

    “Ok Icky Mess, I don’t need to know that your breath stinks too,” you say.

    “I’m not icky, I’m sticky!” After calming down, he continues speaking. “Anyway, I’ve heard how you’ve been annoying the other members of the Family. Perhaps I should put you in your place? Or maybe I’ll give you to Sugar so nobody will remember you?”

    “Please, nobody in your group could force me to be ‘in my place’. Not even your boss.”

    “How dare you! Young Master will punish you until you beg for mercy!”

    “As if. He wouldn’t dare harm a hair on my head.”

    Icky Mess storms down the hallways, dragging you along in his goo. Eventually he barges through a set of double doors into a study you’ve seen hours ago.

    “Doffy! I’ve caught an intruder who’s been causing trouble around the castle!”

    “Oh really?” Doflamingo asks, busy going over his paperwork.

    “Yes! She’s a real menace! She doesn’t believe you would punish her!”

    “Oh really?” Doflamingo looks up at Icky Mess, irritated grin on his face.

    “Yes!”

    “And where is she now?”

    “Here!” Icky Mess brings you around to face Doflamingo. You give him a shit-eating grin, quite pleased with the current theatrics. His grin drops, and he brings a hand over his eyes, sighing.

    “Doffy? What’s wrong?”

    Ignoring Icky Mess, Doflamingo asks you, “Did you really have to leave your room before I introduced you?”

    “Yes Dofly. You should know better than to leave me to my own devices when I’m bored.”

    Doflamingo sighs again, causing you to chuckle. Looking back at Icky Mess’ face, your grin grows wider.

    “Doffy, what’s going on?”

    “Put her down Trebol. I hoped your first time meeting her would be different, but I would like to introduce (name), or ‘Grinning Devil’ as she’s more commonly known as.”

    You snicker at Trebol’s shock, and you turned back around to watch his face grow in confusion.

    “That doesn’t explain why she said you wouldn’t harm her. Isn’t she just some runner for you?”

    “(name) is-“

    “The only person who’s been his boss before you bozos came along.”

    Trebol’s shock came back tenfold, making you snicker again.

    “Please get everyone else so they can properly meet (name),” Doflamingo says. Trebol nods, and almost stumbles back out the door. You chuckle.

    “I must say Dofly, you’ve definitely found some interesting underlings, haven’t you?” you muse. Before he has a chance to respond, you chime, “I forgot to say this earlier, but you’ve definitely pulled off that intimidating look I told you when I gave you your earrings. Yes, you’re intimidating enough to be my pink, fluffy teddy bear.”

    Doflamingo frowns, pink barely tinting his cheeks. You laugh, thinking, Yes, I can still make him blush. While you’re planning schemes of making Doflamingo blush more often, you missed Doflamingo walking towards you. Next thing you know, you’re lifted off the ground, crushed in his arms.

    “Two can play at that game. Besides, you’re the better fit for being the teddy bear,” Doflamingo says. “Right, Beary-chan?”

    “Now you’re asking for it,” you mutter, pink covering your own cheeks.