One Piece x Reader Oneshots

Doflamingo x Reader

Soulmate!AU

Thanks to Fairytail2022 for requesting! It's... not really to the request. I got carried away...

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Soulmates fucking sucked.

I mean, of course they didn't. Soulmates were a beautiful thing. Having a person's name permanently tattooed on your neck sucks. Especially when that person isn't the person you're in love with.

Which also was the source of several angry women in Dressrosa.

Thankfully, you were not one of those people. You were quite happy with your (girl/boy)friend and some guy or gal with the name on your neck wouldn't change that. Well, you knew basically who Doflamingo was, he was the so-called king of the island. But that didn't mean you'd give what you had up just for some pink-coated wears-shades-inside (and outside and all the time) 90%-made-up-of-legs that just happened to be loaded.

Your significant other felt the same, and you two lived a humbler life running a nice little diner. You cooked extremely well, which attracted plenty of regular customers, so there was never any worry for money. So you expected life would be pretty smooth and, albeit boring, simple and content.

Then you ran into Doflamingo for the first time.

You'd been helping a friend get an order to the castle, loading it into the storage and such. You and her were taking a small break, exhausted from the amount of work.

"I'm gonna start going for another," she said. "I'll see if I can find some water too."

You nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Right, I'll join you in a minute."

She headed off, leaving you alone. In a few minutes, you followed in her tracks, trying to head out before getting absolutely lost in the halls. Where you first ran into Doflamingo.

"I'm so sorry," you apologised. "I'm trying to find the exit? I'm working with the florist," you explained.

He remained silent for a moment before grabbing your right arm and turning you. You hissed at how tight his grip was.

"(Y/N)."

"Yeah, what?"

He clicked his tongue and let go, striding past you.

"What's your problem?" you muttered, wrapping your arms around your torso as you continued on your way, subconsciously reaching up to rub your neck every few seconds, and you eventually managed to wander out and find your friend.

It was a few months after when you ended up interacting with him again. You'd seen him around a lot after the first encounter (which was odd, since you lived pretty far from the castle and you'd hardly seen him before) but you'd never talked with him before he ended up at your restaurant. After closing time.

"Did you need something?"

You weren't exactly sure, but you could've bet he was looking at your engagement ring. You couldn't see his eyes behind his tinted glasses, but considering him being several feet taller than you and the fact that he physically had to bend his head so far down to look at anything lower than 6 feet tall. Like a flamingo. Fitting.

"What's that about?"

"What, this?" you asked, lifting your hand to show your ring. "It's called an engagement ring. Dumbass."

He frowned. "Come with me," he demanded.

"Yeah, no. Look, what do you want?"

"What do you think? That's not from me, I'll get you a much nicer one."

You laughed dryly. "If you're talking about the whole soulmate thing, I found another. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm quite happy how it is right now."

"Look," he said, practically gritting his teeth, "I don't want this either, if I could scrap my thoughts I would. So you just come with me, and no one will have to get hurt."

You scoffed. "Thanks, but no thanks. I suggest you take your leave now."

He sighed. "I suppose you'll choose the hard way... no matter, you'll join me of your own volition."

You hadn't realised what he meant at the time, although now that you think about it, it was blatantly obvious. You rushed home after seeing a fire near it, only to find that it was yours that was burning.

You swallowed and looked around frantically before rushing in without another thought.

Your hand immediately shot to your nose and mouth, and you felt like vomiting. The putrid smell of burning flesh invaded your lungs and mouth, and you could practically taste the disgusting scent, like bile. And it almost blended in with the crackling of the fire, but you could hear the body sizzling.

You gagged and turned immediately, not bothering with the flames attacking your clothes. You sprinted out and coughed as you reached open air, falling to your knees and hunching over as you kept a hand glued over your mouth, trying to get the taste and smell away.

"This wouldn't have happened if you agreed at first."

You fumbled over your words and choked on the rising in your throat.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want this to happen to anyone else," he said, almost mocking you in a fake thoughtful voice.

You shook your head violently (or maybe it wasn't, things started spinning and it was difficult to tell, but he seemed to get the point).

The sick bastard laughed. "Then, this time you'll agree to come with me."

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So I think 90% of my Dofla descriptions were just me mocking him but it's fine because his name is fucking Doflamingo. Also this one deserves a part two but lol that's not happenin