Sapphires- Luffy x Reader

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"What was I made for" - Billie Eilish

TW: Wounds, blood, gore, death, depressing stuff, swearing???

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You checked the camera over to make sure it wasn't broken. You sighed, feeling no cracks, whishing that there was light in the pitch blackness of her lonely new prison. You let out a choked sob, clutching it, seeking solace in the happy memories of taking pictures of dazzling landscapes with her mother. You began to remember the last time you saw your mother, healthy, happy and safe: wavy, pale brown hair, daisies interwoven into the strands of hair, freckles splattered across her freckles and cheekbones, flowy mint green silk gown, an array of clinking anklets and bracelets... crystalline green eyes... teardrop shaped earrings... you gasped, realizing that you could not remember the details your own mother's face.

"I forgot you..." You whispered raspily, tears splashing into the steadily growing pool around your face. You sniffled, feeling pathetic. You squinted as the heavy door creaked open and shouts and bright light suddenly filled the room. Warm, soft hands wove around your shoulders. You closed your eyes, tears streaming down you face as your feet dragged along the floors. Screams fell upon your deaf ears as your rescuer carried you away, off to safety...

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You blinked open your blurry eyes. You sat up in a comfy bed, fluffy blankets thrown over you. You were in a spacious wooden room with two other beds. There were little bamboo bedside tables between each one, and on the table next to the bed in the middle of the line, there was a small potted plant in a hand painted terracotta pot. On the furthest table, a pile of books took up the space. Across from each bed, there was a wardrobe. A large fur rug was carelessly thrown on the wooden floors. And finally, under a window on the furthest side of the room, there was a trio of desks, one covered in books, one with maps of all kinds scattered all over it, and one completely empty desk. A young woman with ear-length ginger hair wearing a tight black shirt with the word 'MODE' written across the chest sat on a chair beside her bed along with a weird but cute... rat... thing... with a stethoscope standing on a chair beside the ginger girl. 

"What the fuck are you." You asked the rat tiredly, wondering if you were dead and these people were here to greet you to hell. The creature looks mildly offended.

"I'm a doctor." He huffed.

"Oh... so I'm not dead yet?" You sigh. "God damn." The ginger girl is surprised by your comment. After a moment of shock, she recovers.

"I'm Nami. And this is Chopper." She says. "And I know who you are, Princess Y/N of Dawn Island." You don't flinch as she holds up a wanted poster for you. "How on earth did a princess get a bounty?"

"I, uh... did some stuff that the marines didn't like???" It comes out as more of a question. The ginger girl chuckles. 

"Well, now you're here, you best meet our captain, and, you know, tell us where you and your friends need to be." You freeze up at the mention of this 'captain'. And then you sigh. After all, what's the worst that could happen?