Yandere Blackbeard Crew headcanons~
Pov: You tried to escape
trigger warning: yandere behaviour, gaslighting, manipulation, gore, blood, objectization, kidnapping, murder, discribtion of self harm
Characters: Blackbeard, Van Augur, Laffitte, Catarina Devon and Kuzan
!!!Art is not mine, all credits go to the artist!!!
Blackbeard:
You didn't know how you ended up in this messed up situation, everything that had happened was indirectly your own fault. You should never have joined his crew, but you couldn't just say no to a Yonko. Not if he threatens to eliminate your entire crew, well, not that he would have kept his promise anyways.
The loud, pain filled screams of your crew members rob your sleep, every time you close your (e/c) coloured eyes, you see them in front of you. Their faces are filled with fear and terror. The only thing that makes this even more barbarous is the Emperor's loud, evil laughter. His wide, sadistic grin never leaves his lips, his eyes, those damn hellish eyes signal to you that you are nothing more than a plaything to him. A beautiful souvenir at his side. And only his side.
You tried to escape him, you really tried. You couldn't bear to look at him, you despised him so much. Even a sharp blade was gentler than the pure hatred you felt for him. Whenever you were forced to look at him, you were overcome with disgust. Why you? What had you done wrong? You were just a simple pirate who wanted to explore the world and in an instant everything was taken away from you.
Your legs carried you as fast as they could, you had to escape from this godforsaken island where he imprisoned you. No matter the cost, you just had to run. Your (e/c) coloured eyes are fixed on a small boat, probably from one of the many pirates who came to this island to party. You shake the thought out of your head as you keep running. You had no other choice, you need to stay focus! You had no chance against him, let alone his entire crew. Still, you couldn't give up your last hope, you didn't want to be locked up like a dog in a cell again. Just for him to laugh and pity you.
A triumphant smile graces your lips, perhaps you were lucky after all. Your legs carefully step onto the boat, the fresh smell of the sea air triggers an unfamiliar, joyful feeling in you. You really had missed sailing on the sea. The wind blows gently through your (h/c) coloured hair, the sun's rays shine on the blue, almost unapproachable sea. The sight alone is enough to make you forget for a small moment of time what had happened to you.
A black, huge smoke forms under your feet, the wooden boat that was brown before, disappears. Everything around you darkens, your vision starts slowly to cloud, as an uneasy feeling rises in your chest. Suddenly you feel your whole (b/s) shaped body being pulled towards something - no, someone. You try your best to fight it with all your last strength, but it's no use. You now look more like a mouse that has been pushed into a corner. Any last hope you had before has been destroyed in a god damn second.
“Let me go!” You try to sound as strong as possible, but inside you, you know that you would prefer to sink into the ground and never show up again. You don't want to be in this cell anymore, you don't want to be with him, you just want your freedom back. You want your fucking life back. A strong grip on your body, the smell of alcohol and, above all, his laughter pull you out of your thoughts and bring you back to the cruel reality in which you find yourself.
"Zehahaha....Did you really think you could escape me (Y/N)? Do I have to remind you what happened the last time you disobeyed me? Maybe I should keep you on a leash, since you don't seem to understand who you belong to. You are my property, my treasure and no one else is allowed to even look at you. Do you understand (Y/N)?”
Van Augur:
You can't remember how long you've been stuck here. The chains wrapped around your trembling (b/s) shaped body were far too tight, darkness covers the lifeless room in which you are trapped. From time to time you could hear loud, noisy gunshot sounds, something that made your body even more frightened. The sniper was probably busy shooting some poor birds down, even if you felt sorry for the poor animals, who probably never done something to harm him, a small feeling of security comes over you. You were safe from him for a short moment, safe from his cold, yet sadistic stare.
You wish that you could go back to your beloved parents, that you could see them with your own eyes and hug them for the one last time. But the memory of the tragedy makes you even sadder. The smell of blood oozing from their heads, the red liquid dripping onto the floor and their dead, cold eyes looking at you, almost as would they stare in your poor soul. You should have done something, you should have helped them, somehow at least, but in the end you just stood there like a frightened cat. Help us. Their words are still ringing through your head, it was like an echo. An echo what never stopped to reverberate.
If only you had been stronger, you could have stopped him, you could have defeated him, you could have made him pay for that what he did. But instead you let him kidnap you, your feelings of guilt were too immense to fight against him any longer. Your will was broken, your hope shattered and all you had left was him. The man who had killed your parents just because he liked you in his own cruel way. Was that really the way pirates confess their love for someone? Inside, you doubt that this man was capable of love, as if a monster like him could ever love someone. He clearly didn't see you as anything more than a pet, a small cute pet to play with.
Nevertheless, you had to disappear from him, you couldn't spend another second with him in the room. You had developed a plan, maybe a stupid one but at least something. Even if it took a long, long time, which was bad enough for you, but you had no choice but to wait.
The sounds of gunfire disappeared, the footsteps slowly fading into the distance, he is probably being called to his Yonko. Luckily you he doesn't pay you a visit, usually Van Augur always comes to see you every day, but today he didn´t. Did the sniper suspect anything? No, this couldn´t be- you made sure that he couldn´t suspect anything, or at least you hoped.
Today is the day of days, your only chance to escape this nightmare. Somewhat helplessly you try to reach for a hair clip from your boots, it was harder than you had expected, but after a little while you manage to hold the clip in your hand. Fortunately, the lock was close to reach and so you could carefully and as calmly as possible try to open it.
After a little while, you hear the chains bounce too loudly for your liking as they fall roughly to the ground. With a small, relieved sigh, you rise slowly to your feet. It feels good to be able to stand properly again and not just sit on the floor or sit on his lap. Focused, you open the old, large door, which is strangely open. You shake your head again as the fresh wind blows in your face.
With a small smile you start to run, you don't know where to run to, but anything is better than this place. Just as you're about to disappear down in a dark alley, you hear an all-too-familiar loud noise. It all goes by so damn fast that you couldn't react or interact. A sharp pain spreads through your calf, as a warm liquid flows from your wound. You fall roughly to the dirty ground, a small, agonized scream bursts from your lips, as a tear runs down your cheek. N-no this couldn´t be! This is a nightmare! The gentle stamping of the tall, lanky man's feet echoes through the alley. A small sadistic smile forms his face, as his predatory eyes do not take their eyes off you.
"Too bad, I thought you would give me a better chase (Y/n). Did you really think I couldn´t see through your sweet little escape plan? You are mine, all mine. It´s fate that we have met and it´s fate that we belong to each other. But apparently I have to rip out your wings, so that you finally understandwho you belong to. Doesn´t it sound lovely (Y/n)?"
Laffitte:
Why? Why couldn't you defend yourself against Laffitte?! It was as if you had been hypnotized, it felt as if all your countless tormented thoughts were only about him. No matter how many times you tried to fight it, your body and your thoughts didn't obey you any longer. Even if you were supposed to hate him, more than any other person on this god damned planet, you just couldn't. You feel attracted to him in a very strange, almost loving way.
You knew it was wrong, wrong towards you and wrong towards your friends whose lives you had taken. Because of him you had lost your friends, he was the reason why you had murdered your fellow human beings without any questioning. His pale face looking up at you on that tragic day, almost like a teacher who was happy to see his student grow. His high-pitched voice telling you to kill them because you didn't need anyone else but him anyway. “(Y/n)…do me a favor and get rid of them, they're in our way.~”
God you hated yourself for it, the loud begging cries of your friends, who couldn´t believe what was happening, their tears that just won't stop to run down their cheeks and worst of all their blood, their fucking blood that's on your own hands. You are a murderer just like the horrible pirates on this island, but unlike them you are worse than that, someone who murders his own friends without any hesitation was nothing more but pure scum.
You knew you had to leave, you couldn't stand it any longer. The constant little piping voice in your head, that was telling you that you'd done everything right, that you only belonged to him, that you were his, made you slowly but surley lose your mind. It was a fucking circus show, a show you couldn't resist. This man was clearly having fun playing with your mind, probably a sadist. You needed to get away from here, as fast as possible.
On a sunny afternoon, seagulls circling around the sun and a gentle breeze blowing through the crowded alleyways, you decide to finally take action. Laffitte gave you enough space, he didn't see the need to lock you up, why would he? Your (b/s) shaped body belonged to him, your thoughts only revolved around him, his hypnosis was strong, all previous attempts to resist him never ended well for you, but you had finally found a way to free yourself from him. It wasn't a subtle way, but you didn't have the strength, let alone the power, to do more against him. You had to inflict pain on yourself to escape this nightmare, but anything was better than that. You would rather burn in hell than spend any longer with the demon.
The stinging pain of the cold blade slicing through your skin, the red liquid making its way out of your wound and dripping onto the ground, slowly you regain your wits. You tear off a piece of your (f/c) clothes as you wrap it around your wound. You had to hurry, you didn't have time to think about what you had done in the past.
You run off quickly, your eyes fixed on your goal, the goal to escape from the Demon. Escape, from this hellish nightmare you constantly put trough. Your legs carry you as fast as you can, a few drunken pirates bump into you, but you ignore them. Their raspy voices shouting at you, but you only shake your head, they probably wouldn't be alive much longer, poor souls. A small hope swells in you as you notice an empty house, even if it doesn't look very nice, the marble is worn down and the windows broken, it is a better retreat than the stuffy room you lived in.
Before you can step inside, you feel an almost gentle grip on your shoulder. A could, almost dangerous breath rushes against your neck as you feel goose bumps run down your (b/s) shaped body. You don't dare look behind you, you knew exactly who it was. How could he have found you so quickly? You wanted to say something, anything to explain the situation, but you couldn't. You are overcome with fear as your body starts to twitch.
“I really thought you were smarter than that (Y/n). After all you have done, you still want to run away from me?! Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, some small lessons will help you or do you prefer torture? It´s your choice (Y/n).”
Catarina:
It's a miracle that your head is still on your body and not hanging down from the ceiling as one of their many trophies she keeps. But maybe that would be a better fate for you than being a prisoner of the worst female pirate. The smell of expensive perfume and lilac is in the air, even if the woman would rarely admit it, she takes great care of her appearance. After all, you had to tell her every day that she was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman could be, more beautiful than Boa Hancock.
You once made the simple mistake of telling her the truth, that she is not the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and she almost decapitated your head for it. Now you think that maybe it would have been better if it had come to that, the woman was fucking creepy, she treated you like a small, petite doll that she could dress up and do whatever she wanted. The clothes you wore were expensive, cute and full of frills. Something you would never have worn otherwise, but you knew what would happen if you even dared to tell her the truth again.
But sometimes you wonder what would happen if you managed to escape from her? You didn't know where to go, but it didn't matter anyways, any island away from the Hunter was better than this stuffy perfumed pink room. You're not a god damned toy she can toss around! You're an independent woman and yet you doubt that everyday more and more.
You remember how you once talked to a cute girl. She had two blonde braided pigtails, her navy blue dress was decorated with bows and small hearts and her nice smile made you melt in a second. She was the only one on this island who was nice and polite to you, who saw you as a woman and a person and not as an object of desire. You often went shopping and had dinner together, you two became good friends, but of course that didn't last too long. When Catarina found out about it, she gave you her head on a silver platter the next day. "Murunfuffuffu, I´ve got a little surprise for you (Y/n). Do you like it?"
From that day on, you decided to spend the time alone in this room. Even though your desire for freedom grew stronger day by day, you knew that it would be better if you just did what she told you to do. However, the feeling of escape tugged at you so much that you could no longer ignore it. What could possibly go wrong? Everything had already been taken from you, so it couldn't get any worse, or? At least you thought so.
On a clear starry night, the moonlight is the only thing shining down on the now quiet island, you finally decide to flee. You run along the dark streets, a few drunken men lying on the ground, snoring so loudly that you could hear it even from far away. You have trouble adjusting your (e/c) coloured eyes to the light, even though you do your best to recognize the paths, it is almost impossible to see everything.
Only now you notice a cute laugh that comes from a small alley. The laughter reminds you of a certain girl, a girl you used to have as a friend back then, but how could that be? Her soft footsteps slowly approaching you, her perfect blonde hair and sweet smile never leaving her lips. “What are you doing (y/n)? Catarina won't be happy that you're trying to run away. I thought you loved her.” Shocked at who you're looking at, you clench your hands into fists, this couldn't be true, this just couldn't be! “Wh-what are you doing here? Y-you should be dead.” you stutter as your heartbeat gets faster and faster every second. You try to take a few steps back, but you are stopped by a cold wall.
The girl comes closer and closer, as her smile becomes distorted, frightened you try to look for a way out, but before you can even watch around you are held by two strong feminine arms. The blonde girl gets closer and closer to you, as her face and entire body transforms back into the crescent moon hunter.
“Murunfuffuffu...Poor little thing, what am I going to do with you now? Maybe I should take both of your legs so you can't run away anymore? Maybe that will show you who you belong to. You are mine, my cute little doll and I won't let you run away from me.”
Kuzan:
You missed the old, beautiful days in the marine, the thought that you are now on this awful pirate island drives you almost crazy. You and your former colleagues often spent time joking around, having the best time of your lives, you were a great team that had each other's backs. Whether you were chasing pirates or carrying papers back and forth, you had a lot of fun with it. But now all those wonderful times were over, the only thing that remained was Kuzan, your former superior and now husband.
The room you were stuck was freezing cold, just as cold as he was. You couldn't even imagine why you had ended up here. Kuzan had always been your favorite admiral, unlike the others, he never took things too seriously, he was just the calm, chill man. You had looked up to him, he was like a damn hero to you, a hero who now became a villain. But if you thought about it more and more carefully, you could have pointed out the early signs of the former admiral. His eyes that were always on you, almost as if he was guarding a sheep, the factor that you were always saved by him, no matter how dicey the situation was, was just as strange. But in hindsight it all made sense now, he was obsessed with you, something you would never have guessed in your life.
Many would feel honored to have someone like Kuzan as husband, but if they only knew that he had simply taken you without your permission, torn you away from your friends and comrades just to have you by his side, they might think differently. You despise this place, this new life you've been forced into. These pirates disgusted you, they were all criminals who didn't deserve to walk free, they where a threat for the normal people and now you are a part of them.
The former admiral often spent time with you, but most of the time he slept, holding your (b/s) shaped body close to his cool skin. But you could never turn a blind eye, this situation you found yourself in was anything but chill. Why should you pretend that nothing had happened and just sleep peacefully by his side?! Your old life was taken away from you and now you should stay calm about it?! You will never get the chance to see your beloved friends again! Now you are on the side of the enemy and you had the feeling that this would not change.
You had no strength, let alone motivation, to put up with this bullshit any longer, even if you weren't anywhere near Kuzan's strenght level, you had your pride too. After all, there were enough reasons why you joined the marine, you wanted to help the world, you wanted to give people security and now you're doing the exact opposite. You are scaring and frightening innocent beings. Anger is slowly building up inside you, you had to leave! You had to go back to your friends and superiors to report everything you know!
On a quiet day you finally decide to put your plan into action, after all, you don't often get the chance to spend time alone in this boring room! You carefully make your way out of the door as you slowly look around. The place is bigger than you expected, diffrent colours jump into your (e/c) coloured eyes, the smell of food and alcohol flies through the streets and loud singing noises could be heard. The former admiral had forbidden you to roam through the island alone, as it was too dangerous for you. But that doesn't interest you any longer, you just want to get back to your comrades, besides, you're not that helpless like he always think you are, you had to go through tough marine training too, to be accepted there in the first place!
Your feet takes you to a huge alley with lots of diffrent stores and taverns. Many pirates have been partying all days and nights, alcohol is flowing in streams, the loud roaring of the singing mens drowns out the music in the back. Something inside you wants to get away from this crowded street as quickly as possible. You needed a boat, that's for sure, but where was the harbor? With a small sigh, you walk along various diffrent alleys, as you suddenly feel a strong grip on your arm. A visibly drunk man gives you a wide, smarmy grin, his eyes scanning your (b/s) shaped body as he begins to speak up. “What kind of cute thing got lost here-” but before the man can talk any further, he suddenly freezes into a lump of ice. A large shadow looms over him as your body start to shiver from the abrupt coldness.
"There I am not with you for one a day and you're already trying to run away from me (Y/n)? How annoying, I thought you knew you belonged to me. Maybe I have to take away your remaining freedom so that you understand that this place is dangerous. Come now, I've had a busy day and I won't repeat myself again."
