a/n: I have a little soft spot for mingo so I wanted to write some comfort for him, he may be a bastard but he deserves a hug
☽pairings: donquixote doflamingo x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
☽genre: hurt/comfort, established relationship
☽warnings: none
A sharp gasp disrupted the serene silence of the warlord’s bedroom. Doflamingo quickly rose out of bed in a panic, gasping for air and desperately clutching at the white silk sheets as if they were life support. Sweat dribbled down his forehead as his heart raced, nearly beating out of his chest. For the past few nights, he had been having recurring nightmares about his childhood. He sensed everything all over again; the searing heat of the flames tickling his feet, the loud roars and jeers from the angry mob that ridiculed him and his family, and the great sense of alarm that ran through his veins. At this very moment, he couldn’t discern between dream and reality. All he felt was fear: pure and utter fear. He never thought he would feel such a horrid, helpless emotion ever again, however, he was wrong. The sudden shaking of the bed caused you to awaken from your slumber. You already knew what was going on judging by your lover’s heavy breathing. Acting upon instinct, you pulled the warlord into an embrace; wrapping your arms around him to provide a warm sanctuary away from his thoughts.
“It’s okay, Doffy. I’m here. It’s just a nightmare.”
It took Doflamingo a few seconds to process everything, however, he soon returned your embrace, pulling you tightly into his arms. His hands grabbed bundles of your pajamas to make sure you were real and not some kind of illusion. Feeling the cotton fabric between his fingers, as well as hearing your sleepy reassurances, gave him a definite confirmation; it was just a nightmare, nothing more. The panic flowing throughout his veins seized, being replaced with great relief. Though he doesn’t verbally express it, the warlord is beyond grateful to have somebody like you by his side. Of course he cherishes all those who are close to him, however, you’re the only one able to see him vulnerable like this behind closed doors. Doflamingo pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, stroking your back in a doting manner before releasing a content hum. He didn’t speak a single word, the comfortable quietness was enough to convey his gratitude. You looked up at him; half of his face was illuminated from the moonlight streaming into the bedroom window. Though his eyes were darkened, you noticed his lips were curled in a soft smile. Doflamingo pulled you back into the bed, holding you close to his chest to where you could hear his steady heartbeat. Giving you a final peck on the forehead, he nestled his head into the fluffy pillows, drifting back off into a peaceful night’s sleep which you soon followed after whispering a faint ‘I love you’ into his ear.
