This is an idea that randomly popped into my head, and I was asked for a chapter like this. It seemed like a fun idea! ^^ Hope you guys think so, too!
Three times Doflamingo got into Evelyn's potions and the effects that were caused by such an incident. Yeah, we're gonna have some fun. A lot of these potions she made were complete accidents or she did know what she was doing. She experiments, okay? Half the time, she has no clue.
These are out of order. These events did not happen in the order that they are written. I will try to tell what age they are somewhere in each incident.
Anyway, moving on!
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or Harry Potter.
Claimer: Atticus is mine! XD
Here the Chapter Starts
Incident 1 – Doffy 21
His head was killing him. It wasn't a hangover and he knows it. One reason would be that he wasn't drinking last night…Much. He just turned twenty-one, but he did not overdue his drinking. Second, he hasn't had a hangover since he was sixteen due to Diamante supplying all the booze that fateful day. His tolerance skyrocketed after that.
But this is not a hangover. It's just a raging sea king stuck in his skull and tearing his gray matter to shreds with white-hot fangs, and it does not like light or sound. He just needs to find some way to get it out. Yeah, that's all he needs.
Nimble fingers carted through his hair soothingly, a voice soft and light. "Headache or migraine?" she whispered, only it sounded more like she just screamed into his ear with a magnified voice.
"Make it stop," he groaned, burying his face into the pillow under his head. He could hardly get up and out of bed.
"Men," his rose scoffed. "Such babies. Alright, asshole, give me a few minutes and I'll see what I can get you. But do not take anything you find in here. You won't know what it does, despite how harmless they may seem."
He groaned lowly again, ducking his head under the pillow and pressing it against his ears to block out as much sound as possible. "Tell everyone to stop stomping around," he told her.
"Alright," she sighed lowly, her voice even lower in volume but still hurting his brain like her words were those poisoned daggers she loves to use so much. Evelyn gave his shoulder a soft pat before leaving him to his painful existence.
It wasn't long before everything outside the room went silent. Probably that silencing barrier she does sometimes, like when she's cooking or experimenting with those weird concoctions. Speaking of which, she recently started keeping some in here.
Lifting the pillow, he looked around the room, spotting a shelf with a few vials on it.
The light stabbed at his eyeballs with vicious needles dripping acid, despite how much lower it was than earlier. Evelyn must have drawn the curtains to block some out. That persistent light, however, was rueful and determined to anger the sea king within his cranium.
Those light blue vials, she sometimes takes them before bed and, a few times, let him have a couple drops. Nice deep sleep with no dreams, nightmares, or memories. Not what he needs right now. Those deep red ones she used before when someone lost a lot of blood. No, he needs something that will slow down the blood pounding his brain with sledgehammers.
There. At the very end. And she thinks he doesn't pay any attention. A slightly cloudy vial laying away from the rest, still full. Something she doesn't use except in cases of emergency. Well, this counts!
Shakily, his hand reached out, a single string reaching for that vial. Once it was securely wrapped, he pulled it toward him, catching it as it fell to his hand. The cork popped out easily enough, allowing him to easily drink from the vial.
Within seconds, the sea king was expelled from his brain. The light granted him mercy. And the sound of the vial falling to the floor and shattering was just white noise. It took a moment for his body to register that there was no long any crippling pain before it allowed him to move.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, as though expecting the sea king to return as soon as his guard is dropped, he climbed out of the bed, his bare feet flat on the cool floor. He pushed himself up, rising to full height. No sea king returned, so he got dressed for the day, threw his usual coat over his shoulders, and left the room, not noticing the smears of blood left on the floor from a cut on his foot after stepping on the broken vial.
Evelyn, however, did notice the blood when she returned to the room to find Doflamingo gone and a broken vial on the floor. She was only gone for ten minutes! What did he get into this time?!
With a heavy sigh, she grabbed a dagger nearby (it was a normal dagger, no venom or any kind of toxin on it) and left the room, intent on finding that tall blonde idiot. She found him just fine. He was talking with Diamante about the latest shipment and the profits from it. Diamante saw her first due to Doflamingo's back being turned to her, but he frowned when he noticed the dagger.
Placing a finger to her lips, she approached the tall blonde then drove the dagger into his side, under his ribs. To Diamante's eternal surprise that left him in a somewhat stunned silence. She left the dagger there then crossed her arms. "Doflamingo," she drew out lowly upon noticing he did not react to the attack.
He turned to her and grinned. "Hello, my rose," he greeted. Well, that explains what Diamante was staring at while he was talking to him. But why was he shocked? "My headache is gone now."
"I told you not to get into anything while I was getting medicine for you," she pointed out.
Doflamingo scoffed. "I pay attention to what you keep in the room," he informed.
"I am paying attention to the fact that you haven't noticed the dagger I just stuck in your side!" she said lowly, her voice rising until she was shouting.
Curious, Doflamingo looked down to see the handle sticking out of his side and blood soaking into his clothing. "Why did you do that?" he asked. More importantly, why didn't he feel it? Was that what shocked Diamante?
"Proving a point, dumbass!" she exclaimed.
"So you thought it wise to just attack Doffy like that? You know what will happen when the Blood Pact is broken," Diamante stated.
"Shut up, Diamante! Don't start! I did it for a good reason!" she defended angrily. "Doflamingo, do you have any idea what kind of potion you took?! I told you that was one for emergencies only!"
"My head was about to explode, I count it as an emergency," Doflamingo explained.
"It's a nerve numbing potion!" she exclaimed. "You literally cannot feel anything! You cut your foot and didn't even notice! I stabbed you and you didn't react!" Sniffling slightly, she mockingly added, "I bet I can suck you off and you wouldn't feel it."
"Fufufu, want to test that?" he asked happily.
She reached up and hit his head. "No." Letting out another sigh that caused her shoulders to lift, she informed, "The potion should wear off by tomorrow morning. It's emergency only in case of injuries that require a lot of work that could take a few hours. It's extremely powerful and those ingredients are kind of hard to find. And you took it for a headache." Evelyn shook her head then turned away. "Come on. Let's get that stab fixed up and your foot looked at."
Diamante looked to Doflamingo curiously. "Did you really drink one of her potions? Again?" he asked. "You don't remember what happened last time you did that?"
"No, I was unconscious last time," he pointed out.
"Exactly!"
Incident 2 – Doffy 19
"You need to sleep," Evelyn sighed, rubbing his shoulders as she sat on his back, her knees tucked against the sides of his chest.
"I want to sleep," the blonde informed, tucking his head into his crossed arms. "Think if I suffocate on the pillow enough, I'll lose consciousness?"
"Doffy, come on," she groaned with a roll of her eyes. "You're nineteen. You're not supposed to have sleeping problems until you're old and senile. Like Lao G."
"He's not senile, he just likes that damn letter," Doflamingo pointed out, turning his head enough to look at her over his shoulder. "Don't you have one of those weird mixtures that can help me sleep?"
"I can try," she sighed with a heavy shrug of her shoulders. "I still haven't gotten the right things to make the Dreamless Sleep Potion, which I think is what you need. PTSD isn't any fun, huh?"
"I don't have PTSD," he denied while burying his face again. "I just have too much stress and work that it's keeping me up."
"And you'll make mistakes if you aren't well rested," she said, laying down on his back and placing her chin on his shoulder. "Hey, asshole, let one of the others take some of the workload. You don't need to do everything yourself." She patted his shoulder before sitting up and climbing off of him, earning a protesting groan. "Oh, shut up. I'm going to see what I can mix up for you. Maybe something that will help you calm down, relax, and maybe sleep. This is day three for you, and that's not good. Everyone's worried."
"But that back rub felt so nice," he groaned, his hand out and reaching for her to pull her back to him. "Come back, my rose. Do it again."
"Just lay there and try to get a few Zs in," she advised as she left the room. "Be back in a little bit."
He huffed, pushing himself up onto his elbows as he looked around the room. It was too bright outside for a nap, especially with the sunlight pouring in and landing on the bed. But he was so tired…and his body will not let him sleep…
What the hell was this? Stress? Overwork? Nah, couldn't be. It was the nightmares. That's what it usually is.
The darkness covering his eyes. Hearing his little brother crying in fear. The fires licking at him. His father begging that he and Roci be spared. The sudden pain of arrows he couldn't see. The rage surging through his veins. The ropes rubbing burns onto his skin. His mother coughing, dying. Over. And over. And over.
He couldn't jump from the bed fast enough as he got to his feet, pacing around anxiously. Evelyn had taken to hiding his wine lately, saying that his intake was too much and he will end up with alcohol poisoning. As if! But it keeps all of that at bay. It makes it stop and go away. It leaves him alone so that he can sleep!
Large hands shuffled through every shelf and drawer, looking for something to help. A sign that a bottle was there, or maybe he'll just randomly find one. He loves Evelyn, really he does, but this is something that she needs to leave alone.
A sound reached his ears as he pulled open the drawer, glass rolling on wood. Blinking, he moved the items around until finding a small vial of a strange liquid. One of Evelyn's medicines? He uncorked it, taking a whiff before grimacing. It smells disgusting!
He noticed a small note stuck to it. Four small letters written on the vial. D.o.L.D.
…Just what the hell does that stand for? And what does it do?
One thing that no one looks forward to when he is this tired and sleep deprived is his curiosity. His brain slows down and he tends to not think of consequences of anything he gets into. Half the time, he learns from these moments. The other half tends to be too fun to not repeat.
So in his exhausted curiosity, he took a tiny sip, two drops at most, of the vial. Nothing happened for a moment. Then darkness swallowed him whole and he fell to the floor.
Evelyn returned to find that, somehow, Trebol, Diamante, Pica, and Vergo all manage to fit into the room and were hovering over the prone form of the blonde on the floor. "Did he fall asleep on the floor?" she asked incredulously.
"Nyeh, nyeh, what is this?" Trebol inquired, holding up a bottle.
Emerald eyes blinked in surprise before she looked from the bottle to Doflamingo then back to the bottle. "Shit! Where did he get that?!" she exclaimed, pushing Vergo aside so that she could kneel by the blonde. "I swear, I empty everything before I leave the damn lab and after any battle, and he still finds something!"
"What is it?" Pica asked as Evelyn gently pulled up Doflamingo's eyelids. His eyes were rolled far back.
"Draught of Living Death," she replied. "A crude version of it, anyway. I never learned how to actually brew it in class, only from a book, and the ingredients here are a lot different from there. This has the same effects, but it's a lot more powerful."
Aster slithered out of her hair, coiling by her side as she checked over the young man. "So… it killed him?" he asked.
"You're not helping," she pointed out.
"Doffy is still alive, right?" Diamante asked, crouching at the blonde's other side.
"Oh, he's alive," she grumbled. "But the draught put him into a really deep sleep that makes it seem like he's dead. His breathing is shallower, blood flows slower, and his heart beats slower. Stay quiet for a second." She pressed her ear to his chest, counting the faint beats she could hear over the minute. Raising her head, she sighed. "Definitely still beating, at least."
"So what can we do for him?" Vergo inquired, looking over to the young woman.
Huffing, she crossed her arms. "Just get him on the bed," she suggested. "I'll have to find something that will wake him up, but that will take a while. He can use the sleep, anyway."
It took her two days. The Family was getting more and more anxious the longer he slept. It was an immense relief during lunch on the third day when Doflamingo came walking into the room, rubbing his bed head and yawning. "Lunch again?" he asked. "Didn't we just eat?"
A hand reached up and slapped his arm. "You take anymore of my potions that you find, unless I say it's okay, and I'm just going to leave you to suffer the consequences," Evelyn informed sternly.
The blonde watched her in bewilderment as she marched to her seat and sat. "Doffy, you were sleeping for two days," Diamante pointed out.
The blonde just stood there for a moment before looking around. "Really?"
"Draught of Living Death, meaning stay out," Evelyn explained. "And you drank it. Night-night for two and a half days."
"Well, that explains why I feel so rested right now."
Incident Three – Doffy 25
Neither Trebol nor Diamante knew what to think when a tall blonde woman with a curvaceous figure wearing Doffy's coat sat down at the table in front of them. They stared at her for a moment, trying to register why that grin was so familiar and why she was wearing Doffy's sunglasses.
"Surprised?" she asked, her grin widening. "I never thought I would see the day when you two are too stunned to talk."
Both executives looked to each other then to the blonde woman. She looks just like Doffy, only she's obviously a woman. Even the short hair is in a similar style. She even looks to be twenty-five, just like Doffy.
…Wait a minute…
"Doffy?" Trebol spoke, almost hesitantly.
"Yes," the woman snickered.
Diamante stared at her then sighed, dropping his head into his palm. "Why are you a woman, Doffy?" he asked.
"I found this potion in my rose's lab," the female Doffy explained. "I was bored!"
"This will confuse Atticus, you know," Trebol pointed out. He's sure that Corazon has already seen Doffy's current condition, and is probably choosing to ignore it in favor of hiding until everything is back to normal.
"You realize the Rose will be upset with you," the swordsman added, looking to the woman that is supposed to be their captain. Their MALE captain.
"Be that as it may, I'm having some fun," Doffy laughed. "Look at these things! There's so much fun to play with!" She grabbed her breasts and bounced them a couple times.
"Nyeh, you don't play with the Rose's enough?" the Beta-Beta user inquired.
"Well, yes, but these I can play with and not worry about making her upset with bad timing." She bounced her breasts a couple more times, looking down at them. "Seriously, look at them! They're huge!"
"Proportional with your body," Diamante explained. "Doffy, you cannot stay as a woman."
"I'm not," she groaned in annoyance, tilting her head back but still occasionally squeezing her breasts. "I'm just waiting for it to wear off. And having fun while waiting." She suddenly bolted upright with a wide grin. "Think I can convince Evelyn to drink the potion, too, and then we have reverse roll sex?"
"We stay out of your sex life, Doffy," Trebol pointed out blandly.
"You two are no fun," Doffy pouted, dropping her chin to the table.
"Donquixote Doflamingo!" someone shouted.
"I think the Rose found out what you did," Diamante said before the door opened.
There stood Evelyn, glaring at the tall blonde woman that is supposed to be a man and her husband. "What did you get into this time?!" she asked angrily, slamming the door shut.
"Your lab," the blonde woman replied. "Evelyn, my lovely rose, you never said just how sensitive these are. I think I can learn new things with this body that I can use on you. Or we can go to our room and learn about it together."
"Not interested in lesbian sex," Evelyn sighed, slapping her forehead. Groaning, she muttered, "God, I hope Atticus hasn't seen you. This will be so confusing for him. Oh, Aster, please keep the boys occupied."
"Come now, my rose, this could be an interesting experience," Doflamingo tried to persuade. "And it technically isn't cheating. I'm still me, I just have tits and no dick."
"Exactly the problem," the raven argued before reaching out and grabbing the large breasts tightly. Both executives blanched at the sudden act while Doflamingo gasped in surprise. "I will not enjoy these as much as you currently are. But," her hands left the large breasts, one landing on a leg for balance while other dove down between the blonde's thighs, earning another gasp, "I will miss what is supposed to be here."
Both hands withdrew as Evelyn pulled away, spinning on her heel and marching back inside. Doflamingo blinked for a moment before turning back to the other two. "I need to go and change back now."
"Good idea," Trebol agreed as Diamante chuckled.
As soon as the blonde was back inside, the two men looked to each other. "Do you think Doffy will ever learn to stay out of the Rose's potions?" Diamante asked his long-time friend.
"Behehehe, no," Trebol denied with a laugh. "He thinks it's too much fun to stop."
Here the Chapter Ends
Damn it, Doffy, stay out of the potions already. He gets into so much trouble.