One Piece

Doflamingo

Minor warning: not particularly gruesome but somewhat disturbing. You have been warned reader Chan
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Rarely would you ever even consider it.

Not. Ever.

You're little cliche of queen was far from over, and you weren't going to have that ruined by some damn slutty harem girls.

You couldn't stand the constant whining. Complaining. The mind boggling squeals tearing through your head.

You had to get rid of them.

But how? The little floozies were his ornaments, the things that he showed of for publicity.

He'd never done that with you, taking you out secretly, where he knew no one would see you.

It irked you to the very core or your being.

You're one of the most powerful women on this damn island, why weren't you treated like it?

You knew why, because nobody knew about you that's why! Its time they finally learned your name, knew your face.

Y/n M/n Donquixote will not be kept in the dark any longer!

You got up from your place on the couch, seething as you walked down the deserted corridor and marched out to the backyard where you knew Doflamingo would be.

You saw him sitting there, the couch crowded with a mess of hair and barely covered bodies. The giggling group seemingly sprawled on top of your husband, tracing their fingers across his chest as he only chuckled in reply.

You stood there for a moment, contemplating the ideas of two.

One; you could flip the couch into the deep pool and watch them all go under.

Or

Two; wait until the mass of them were asleep and finally slaughter them off yourself.

You decide the latter and called for Monet and Dellinger.

"Now when I say to push it, you push it."

"Yes Mistress."

The two replied flatly, readying their strength for the push.

"One. Two. Three. Push it now."
You and the two pushed with all your might, sending the occupants into the cold water.
The shrill shrieking of hair being messy and make up washing off did nothing for you.

You quickly grabbed Doflamingo, flung him to the side and pushed their heads under one by one until they stopped struggling and lay lifeless in the large body of water.

Your hair hung in your face as you stood, wiping the water droplets from your top and brushing your hair back into place.

You glanced back at your husband, who seemingly propped himself on his elbows and fixed his disheveled hair and readjusted his glasses.

"Wh-what the hell!?"

"Now, Doffy darling, I want you to tell me something and I want the truth."

You heard him chuckle behind you, sending a sneer to split across your face.

"If I don't answer it honestly? What would you do to me love?"

You turned around, an innocent smile graced your lips as you walked towards him slowly.