He is mean, everybody says so. You know. He is mean to you, but the dissimilarity is that he will never hurt you. His mean is a comfort to you, him being mean makes you feel safe and most importantly he makes you feel beautiful.
'Hey, how come you, be sexy and beautiful?'
'Shut up, you're confusing me pink feathered jacket old man?'
Because he loves you, and so do you. To give up on him is to give up on this world.
Doflamingo lies on your hand, beaten and bleeding. He was defeated in this battle but he will never lose you. Sympathetically, you place your forehead on his and whisper gently, 'it's okay, okay?'.
Nowadays, I feel very lazy to write a fic so I wrote drabbles instead. It's been a really long time since I posted something on fanfiction, usually somewhere else. Haha, thanks for reading this. And if you have any idea, tell me. Fic or drabble~