S/O being kidnapped on an island after a fight with the boys and then when they find her she's like barely alive and her eyes are emotionless? Tortured and stuff. Sorry if it's too disturbing >< The boys shall be Law, Sabo, Luffy and Shanks!! I love angst for some reason HAHA
(Angst city will be thriving for a while. Thanks for the request, anon! I had writer’s block but then i started writing and couldn’t stop so I hope you enjoy as much as I do after writing it for 5 hours)
Chief of Staff Sabo:
He hated arguing and fighting with you. You were one of the lights in his life. The one he can completely be vulnerable with and not be “the chief of staff.” You were his sun. But arguments were inevitable. This one was bad as it had struck a nerve that you brought up Ace
You didn’t want Sabo to have a devil fruit, it brought more danger his way than there already was, but he took as you didn’t want him to have even a bit of his brother.
Defensiveness took over and cutting words left his lips as he saw only red. It wasn’t until your eyes filled with tears did he freeze up. Before he could reach out to you and apologize, Koala called for his presence as they had finally docked and you fled from the ship.
Why? Why did he listen to his fellow officers? Even if you did need space, he knew you the best out of everyone. He should have followed. He should have been there to protect you. You, his sun.
He would have to thank the lower ranks for telling him of what they overheard in the bar. A bunch of idiot smugglers bragging about their latest “catch.” A catch that sounded so much like you it sent shivers through every cell in his body.
The flame in his hand burned in front of the man’s face, Sabo waited for him to give him an excuse to burn him to ash as he had easily taken out the rest of his gang. But he needed to find you.
Even when he was given your location, he didn’t hesitate to burn the whole shed before sprinting to where you were.
He called your name over and over as he searched through the crates on the dock and throwing lids off. His hands were shaking as he grabbed his crowbar and shoved it into the opening of the lid that belonged to the last crate and prying it open.
Your name came out choked and broken as he finally gazed at your form, tears slipping down his cheeks in two streams.
At the bottom of the crate, you were in a fetal position, hands tied behind your back and identical to how your ankles were tied. Your clothing was ripped all over and he almost retched at how the crate had spots of, what he assumed, was your blood. You were still bleeding. Were you breathing was the question that sent him into overdrive.
He turned the crate over and took you out as best as he could without causing you harm. The lack of sound or movement that came from you made him bite back a sob as he frantically untied your wrists, fingers also pressing against your pulse point. It was there. Barely but it was there
Words of encouragement and promises of you being okay left his lips as he untied your ankles as well and removed his jacket to cover you, encasing you within the fabric.
It wasn’t until he had you in his arms did he notice your eyes, emotionless and blank as you stared at nothing in particular, and his words died in his throat. A choked sob left him again but he had to get you help.
He sat outside the infirmary, in a fetal position against the wall like you were only hours ago, as he stared at the wooden door. His cheeks were tear-stained but his eyes had dried out. If he could cry more, he would.
He could only watch as shadows crossed the floor sometimes from inside the infirmary but, other than that, he was alone. Alone to think of the words he said to you, alone to think about your tears and broken expression, alone to think that you were afraid and that fear must have been the last emotion you felt before the light left your eyes.
He was finally let in by the doctor, something he was waiting for, but now he felt like he didn’t deserve such a thing. The doctor gave him time with you as you laid in the bed, your eyes no longer looking at him. He didn’t know whether to be grateful for that or not.
Your body was barely moving from your breaths and covered in bandages while also attached to machines. He could spot his coat against a chair, covered in your blood, and he couldn’t bear to look at it any longer.
He sat in the chair by your bed and the tears that he thought had dried out were back. As he clutched the bed sheets next to your hand, all he could do was mutter apologies into the air that didn’t reach your consciousness. When the sun would come up in the morning, would his sun also be there with him?
Monkey D. Luffy:
The carefree captain could be very stubborn and very insensitive. So, when you went off on your own, he went the opposite direction, pouting and looking for something fun to do, unaware of the people in the shadows following you.
You just wanted an apology. He had forgotten a promise to spend time with you and instead went off with Usopp to do something else. You kept it inside until you couldn’t handle the weight in your chest anymore. It wasn’t a fight really but it would have been better if he showed some type of passion.
You could feel yourself getting sadder with every passive thing he said. It was as if he was disregarding your feelings and that hurt more than anything he could have yelled.
Finally, you couldn’t handle his blunt words, words that showed his confusion on why you were upset. With a quick “never mind,” you turned and walked away from your love. He had turned too soon to see you wipe your tears away
It wasn’t until hours later when the crew reunited did he start to feel the first sensation of panic in his chest. He sat on the banister by the ramp that led up to the ship, asking each member if they had seen you
When Zoro finally made it and he got a negative from him, that’s when Luffy finally panicked and jumped off the banister. He turned to his crew and, in a voice they have only heard a couple times, ordered them to find you.
It didn’t take long as many of his crewmates could intimidate just from a look and they were led to a warehouse.
He busted the door down and his eyes immediately went wide. He didn’t acknowledge the men in front of him or the weapons they took out. His eyes went to you.
Your figure was tied up with a rope that was attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t see your face because of the shadows and your hair but what he could see is the blood dripping from your body to a blood puddle just under you
His fists clenched tightly and, before he could take a step to you, there was a hand on his shoulder. He barely turned his head but he could see that Chopper had turned to his Jumping Point. The reindeer gave him a small nod before Luffy looked at the men in front of him who started to charge him. Havoc broke loose.
He had never had his vision be so red as he attacked ruthlessly; the moment they took his crew member, let alone his lover, they had signed their death wish
He was heaving as he threw punch after punch at the man who taunted him with what they did to you when he heard a desperate yell of his name from his doctor
Any thought of revenge escaped him, he ran to him and dropped to his knees.
Chopper was able to get you down and untie all the ropes before the severity of your condition shocked him into choking out his captain’s name. Luffy, himself, also froze at the state you were in.
The man’s taunts were real. You had bruises covering your face and body, cuts accompanying the dark flesh, and your blood-soaked through your clothes. Chopper got to work to do what he could but Luffy was focused on your face.
His wide eyes met your blank ones and his hands shook as they clenched tightly. A cold shiver went down his spine and he felt his eyes sting. He didn’t like that look in your eyes. He didn’t like it just as much as the look you had earlier before all this happened.
Chopper needed the equipment from the infirmary and they had to move you quickly. Luffy refused to leave your side while Chopper went to work, cringing and a small whimper leaving him at the particularly harsh wounds that he had to watch the reindeer stitch up or bandage up. There was silence after he had gotten every one of your injuries taken care of and the relaxant finally made your eyes close.
Luffy kept his eyes on your face, heart aching at the bruises and his grip tight on his ankles as he sat with his feet on top of the chair. Before Chopper left, Luffy decided to ask him what he did wrong in the morning, a voice so quiet Chopper wasn’t sure that it was his captain’s.
“You don’t have to do something physical to someone to hurt them, Luffy.” The doctor’s words circled for hours in his head as he stayed in the same position.
They had hurt you physically but the reason why you were in this position was because he hurt you in another way. He needed you to wake up so he could apologize and never break a promise again. You had to wake up… You just had to.
Red Haired Shanks:
Shanks really messed up. He realized way too late after you walked away. He messed up even more when he didn’t go after you.
You weren’t a pirate but he would come to visit you frequently. The last time he left, he had gotten too drunk the night before and didn’t bother to say goodbye. It hurt and a long-distance relationship was already difficult so you wanted to bring it up.
You greeted him and his crew before asking to talk to him in private. When you brought up his leaving and how you felt, he laughed. He just laughed. He only stopped once he noticed your hurt expression.
Before he could say anything, you left your own home, throwing a quick excuse to the others that you were going to buy groceries. Shanks sat with his crew instead and brushed off their inquisitive questions
Hours later and you still weren’t back. Before the crew could even mutter their worries, Shanks’ chair scraped as he stood up and left. It was a small island, people knew him and you. Whatever happened to you, he would find out and he would find out now.
And when he found out, there was a rage in his blood like no other. It was definitely towards the people that took you but also at himself. He really must have been the biggest idiot out there.
He found their hideout rather quickly but the first thing he noticed was you. Blank and emotionless eyes staring straight at him before noticing what your situation was.
You were tied to a stake and, since you were on your knees, he could see that your ankles were tied too. The puddle of blood under you was way too big for you to be okay.
He moved his gaze to the idiot that charged at him and he didn’t hesitate to use his haki. He didn’t have time to deal with them. When he saw your eyes close and slump over along with the rest of the men, he didn’t know if he felt relief or worry at seeing your eyes closed.
It was difficult to bring you back with only his one arm but he cradled you the whole way. He kicked your door down and yelled for help, sending his crew into overdrive.
When you were taken to your bedroom by the doctor, Benn made it very clear of his feelings for the captain when he pinned him to the wall and demanded what happened. After all, the crew cared for you as you were a dear friend to all of them.
Shanks told him about the organization that took you and stayed quiet when his first mate pressed harder on why you left in the first place. Benn let him go before taking a cigarette out and stomping outside to smoke his anger away. Shanks couldn’t blame him.
After an hour or so, he couldn’t stand his crew’s stares, although he deserved it, so he went to where your room was. He stepped in and the look the doctor gave him was enough to make him stop in his tracks.
He stared at you while the doctor talked with him, explaining your situation that was looking grim. In an uncharacteristically quiet voice, he asked to be alone with you.
He went over to your side and sat on the bed, careful to not touch you. He reached forward and pressed his hand to the top of your head, his fingers gently combing your strands.
You were barely breathing. But you were breathing. He found hope in that. But then he remembered your eyes. Those eyes that stared at him so blankly. Those eyes that usually glinted before he destroyed it that morning.
His fingers unconsciously gripped at your hair slightly as a horrifying thought entered his mind. What if the worst-case scenario that the doctor brought up happened? The last thing you experienced was nothing but pain. And the last thing you would experience from the man that promised never to hurt you was him laughing at you.
Without realizing, a few tears slipped past and trailed down his cheeks hitting your bedsheets. Would you even get to hear his apology?
Trafalgar Law:
Small disagreements were fairly common in your relationship but big fights… those were something to take cover for. And, because both you and Law were stubborn, apologies could take days and, in those days, the silent treatment would build tension for the whole crew
It was a dumb fight that became way too big. You had miscalculated the amount of supplies that were needed for the voyage so the ship had run out of oranges and other citruses. The crew was fine as they were close to the next island but Law was livid to the point of ignoring you.
When you confronted him before he left the sub, that was when it became a full on fight. He admonished you for your miscalculations, even having the audacity to imply that you wanted the crew to perish. A crew he knew you loved. Even as the words escaped him, he knew it was too much but he didn’t want to admit he was wrong
As he harshly reprimanded you one last time, your face turned cold and a lone tear slipped down your cheek before you left the submarine
He hated that he made you cry but pride wouldn’t allow him to follow you and apologize for his merciless words
Now, as he ran through the halls of the facility that you were taken to, he couldn’t even remember what the fight was about. He should have dropped it. He should have apologized. He should have gone after you.
The thought of losing you sent him into a frenzy, his devil fruit aching to be used against the idiots in the front hall.
Penguin and the others told him to go and find you, that they would give the proper punishment
He should have made that sadness disappear from your eyes when he had the chance.
He threw the door open and his body went cold at the sight of you.
Your figure was sitting against the wall with your top half leaning against a box. Your wrists were tied up as well as your ankles and there was a strip of fabric that was stuffed into your mouth and wrapped around your head. You were sitting in a pool of your own blood and you continued to bleed from the multiple injuries that were scattered all over your body
Your eyes were open but there was nothing in them. It was as if you were staring straight through him. When he snapped out of it and untied your restraints, you still gave no indication that you processed him or anything that he did to you.
He pressed his fingers to your neck and the only hope he had was the slight pulse. It also made his heart fall into his stomach at how light your pulse was
When he got you back to the submarine and patched up, he found more and more horrendous wounds.
He couldn’t decide whether he should throw up or go back and rip apart the people who did this to you, squeeze their hearts slowly and listen to how they begged. Torturing them as much as it looked like they did to you
Even with the amount of the relaxant he used, your eyes didn’t return to normal. They constantly stared up at the ceiling and no stimulant could get your attention
Your eyes finally shut after a stronger relaxant. You couldn’t verbalize but he didn’t want you to be in any pain
He sat by your bedside with his hands holding one of yours, the only part of your body that didn’t have to go through any cruelty. He could only stare at your face, hoping that in the morning you would wake up with your eyes shining. And before any sadness could fill them, he would apologize and make promises he intends to keep.
And if you didn’t… he would find any way to get you back. Because he couldn’t let the last feeling in your eyes to have been a sadness that he provided and fear that he lead you to.
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