Doflamingo Speech Novels & Stories

Kaelan What the fuck? Did the thing just speak to me? Shocked by the unexpected response, I freeze, my hand still suspended in midair. I stare at Flutter, unable to comprehend what just happened. Could it have actually spoken to me? "Did... did you just speak?" I stammer again, my voice filled with disbelief. Flutter looks up at me with its wide eyes, seemingly innocent and oblivious to the profound impact of its words. It emits a soft chirping sound as if it's trying to communicate further.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

it was calm. The Phoenix lowered its head, in scrutiny. Its beak parted, and the world seemed to hold its breath. "Child of uncontrolled flame," a voice echoed... inside my skull. "Why do you disturb the Veil?" I sucked in a breath. What?? I could scream, I wanted to scream. The scream was at the roof of my mouth but instead... “You can speak.” I squeaked out. "I can remember," it replied. "Speech is a courtesy." My pulse pounded, my head felt dizzy and I clenched my fists forcefully.

It's like all of my insides wanted to leave my body through my mouth. "Doom, stop!" I shouted several times, but Doom was not listening; he continued shaking, flailing, and rocking the cloud couch. He wore a wide grin, savoring my misery. "If you won't stop this—" "Then what?" Doom continued to flail the entire cloud. "—I will kiss you,"

It was almost like he couldn't hold back the emotions that kept spilling out in his words. "Alright…" I said as I let him hold me once again. There were just too many things that made me like something else would pop up again. But then, I stilled myself for whatever it would be. "I love you, Tamika…" Dolph had never sounded that emotional in all the time we spent together. That had to mean something, as he felt like he was speaking straight from his soul at the moment. "I do, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

Little flaming creatures surrounded me, providing a barrier between me and the dosorlla’s. “I am the queen of Magna, and therefore I demand to be treated like a queen” I spoke up, my voice strong and chilled. Ashton was standing rooted on his spot when suddenly the creatures disappeared. The dosorlla’s that tried to attack me were now kneeling in front of me. I closed my hands and the flames disappeared. “Throw me to the wolves and I will come back leading the pack” I whispered in the cold air which carried my whisper far and wide. The dosorlla’s backed off, jumping out of my sight.

“Flush inspires; share drop for clarity.” Jenkins and Sofia melted perimeter, hex-blades humming alert, binds tattoos pulsing ready. “Flanks probed—whispers thicken below, entities evolving chitin-armor. Signal for delve? Binds weave tighter with your rut-charge—nets filthy-strong,” Sofia grinned wicked, dark eyes sharp. “Loyalty cuts true; test us—void-maws snap personal now.”

He could not contain his grin as he signed confidently, “I understand why I seem familiar. I can explain everything, I promise.” “You know American Sign Language?” Florence could not resist asking, her voice surprising Chaos in return. Chaos was baffled as well, “You can talk?”

Almara’s Pov “What are you talking about?” Arthur asks in a low growl while eyeing Delfino suspiciously. “The cursed familiars,” Delfino nearly shouts and then quickly lowers his voice. “We want out,” It seems painful for Delfino to even be admitting this, and if he’s going to say what I think he’s going to then it is especially hurting him. Am I wrong for enjoying this? Absolutely not. Lily chimes in. I take a step closer just as Delfino begins pacing again.

--- Los Angeles — Wednesday, 11:02 AM "Is that a... is that a flamingo?" Monica's voice had the tone of someone who had just witnessed a crime. Katherine grinned like a guilty six-year-old standing next to a shattered vase. "Technically, it’s Sir Flamington the Third, and he’s a team morale officer." In the far corner of the creative floor, a giant inflatable flamingo now stood in all its pink, unapologetic glory. One of its wings had a sticky note taped to it: “Creativity Lives Here.”