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Wouldn't Hurt a Fly

Summary: What happens when the world's sweetest flower child reaches a breaking point. Sanji takes a beating to protect Unaek. Unaek has had enough and takes things into her own hands.

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly

We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him

Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man

But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Sanji x OC (Unaek Seveer)

Tagging: @supernaturallyginger @gummysharkqueen @dwellers-hollow @lawscorazon @amiahumanorsomething @its-that-guy-again @kakyoins-wifey-heart

There is violence in this fic, but not written in too much explicit detail. Unaek goes feral, that's pretty much it.

Every now and then there is an ultimatum where there are no good choices. Sanji had been strapped down into a chair and given two options.

"Someone in this room is getting a beating," the enemy had said. "Either you, or your girlfriend."

Sanji had begged Unaek to look away, to run, to hide, but there was no use. Two guards, henchmen, whatever the fuck they were, they grabbed her. The bigger of the two caught her with a dark and evil chuckle. "How noble," she mocked. "You thought you'd just get away and let your boyfriend take the heat for you, huh?" He asked in a false-pitying voice to the pleading girl. "No, you stay. You stay right the fuck here and watch what happens when you make other people do the dirty work for you."

Unaek was bawling and they hadn't even touched him yet.

A woman stepped up, cracking her joints and smiling evilly. "Keep in mind, pretty girl, this would have been you." She said, strinking Sanji across the face. She heard Sanji grunt, but hold his composure. The fact that she knew he was trying to remain strong because she was there only burned her more. She wanted to rip and scream and tear, anything she could to break free, to take the hits for him, to undo his choice and be the one hurting, not him.

Any time Unaek tried to look away from the beating, her chin was grabbed and her face turned toward her boyfriend, her love, and she was forced to watch blow after blow land on his sweet, delicate face. It didn't take long until he spat blood across the floor. He didn't have a fight in his eyes, that deep burning rage that compelled him to fight back or struggle. His soft blue eyes were only sad. They were the look that had given up, and resolved that this had to happen. He'd given up on her behalf, so that she wouldn't have to suffer.

But suffer she did.

"He's had enough! Stop!" She screamed, tears pouring like a faucet from her eyes as she pleaded for his safety.

But Sanji just looked up at her and tried to weakly smile. "Its okay, princess... I'll be fine." As his eye was blacked and she watched his lip split open against his teeth.

"YOURE KILLING HIM, STOP IT!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." The man growled. "He's the one being beaten and he's not even making noise, you whiny whore."

She wanted to kill them.

"Tell you what." The woman stopped her beating for a moment, turning over her shoulder to look at her. "The more you cry, the worse he gets. How's that sound?"

Unaek was shaking in rage and fear and heartbreak. Sanji's sweet face was swelling and bloody, his lips swollen, his nose probably broken, and all she could think was how desperately she wished she was in his place. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of it. For all the hell he'd gone through, and she'd promised she'd never let him hurt again. She felt like the world's worst girlfriend for being forced to sit there and watch, when all she wanted to do was hold him close and make sure nothing happened to him.

She pressed both hands to her mouth, to avoid making any more noise than necessary. Tears spilled down from her eyes, soaking her hands and cheeks as she felt the deep seated burning of her retinas. Her throat ached for all the things she wished she could say. She wondered if they weren't going to kill him, because the true torture was letting them both live knowing what they'd done. Forcing Sanji to remember his girlfriend's agonized screaming as she watched him take the beating meant for her. And Unaek knowing that Sanji would have been fine if he'd let her take it, and that she could do nothing to stop it.

For a very peaceful girl, she was enraged. She couldn't recall a time she'd ever felt so angry.

And of course it was a woman. Of course it was the one thing Sanji wouldn't fight back against. He wouldn't harm a woman, even if it killed him. And it very well might. He was already verging on unrecognizable. It was the first time Unaek had ever seen his nose bleeding from something that wasn't her, giving him soft and gentle kisses in the moonlight.

There was a moment, just a brief flash, where the woman pummeling her boyfriend glanced over her shoulder with a smug smirk across her lips. Her lips pursed, her brows lowered, like she was happy. Gloating. Looking back at Unaek's restrained sobbing, and she just laughed.

"You sure look like you want to kill me, dear." The woman cooed cruelly, a false sweetness to her voice that just made Unaek wish to punch her mouth to shut her up. "Look at her!" She taunted. "She's so angry! It's like a little kitten getting angry, it's almost too cute!"

Unaek was gritting her teeth but refusing to say a word. The woman lowered her hands from the beating for just a moment to face her. Her hands planted onto her hips and she gave her the bitchiest smile. "Oh, you look ready to murder me, don't you. But we both know you wouldn't hurt a fly." She just smirked. "That's where we're different. You're too pussy to defend your boyfriend, so now you have to watch him die. All this, and I get his bounty. How sad." She mocked Unaek's tears by drawing her finger from her eye down her cheek with a sad, pouty smile.

The guards just laughed loudly, enjoying the show. The cruel, awful, nightmare of a show.

All Unaek could hear was the blood rushing through her ears. It made her sound like she was boiling as the woman's words were met with a dull buzzing when Unaek's rage drowned her out. Unaek had heard the phrase 'seeing red' before but it really did feel like the corners of her eyes burned hot with anger. Her little slim hands were balling into fists and she didn't even know what to do with them as she'd never thrown a punch in her life. She was lucky were nails were short from working in her garden, or she'd have been tearing her palms up with the way she was squeezing her fists.

When the noise of Sanji's torture finally faded into nothing more than white noise, Unaek knew she had snapped. And all at once, the world around her melted into a blur.

Her palms burned hot, as if she'd dunked her hands into hot embers, and from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and her vines finally made themselves known.

The power to summon plants in any way, shape or form, with varying colors based on emotions, didn't seem like anything that could ever be useful in battle. It was a power she used to grow fruits to eat, or soft plush vines to pick things up or give her friends a small ride. She never imagined being able to do much in the way of combat.

But that idea was very short lived when she saw the vines bursting from her back, no longer soft and mossy, but bright red and thorny. The first one lashed like a whip, slicing thorny gashes along the taller henchman's chest and face. He screamed and reeled back, hands clasped to his cheeks as blood sprayed out.

At the same time, a second vine wrapped around the second's wrists, wrenching his hands off of her, forcing him to let go or get his hands ripped off. The vine's force lifted him right off the ground and threw him 10 feet behind her, where he surely broke his wrists from the force and landing combined.

But Unaek didn't even care about them.

Her adorable pink, flowery dress was stained with hot red blood.

Free of being held, she ran forward to stop the woman. Both of the vines struck forward, wrapping around her arms, cutting into her with the thorns and tearing her arms away from her love. The woman screamed in surprise as she was suspended in the air by her forearms, blood dripping down from the thorns.

Sanji's head slowly picked up, as he seemed to be fading in and out. His lip was too swollen to properly talk, but he mumbled something. Unaek simply noted this as confirmation that he was alive. Unaek stared into the fear in the woman's eyes, and in one steady glare, a third vine burst forth and gouged a deep, bloody wound into her once-pretty face.

"You—" A strike to the face.

"Are—" Another.

"Not—" A tear across her stomach.

"A—" Another.

"Fly." Unaek called the vines to throw her, and they slammed her body into the wall, pinning her there as Unaek slowly moved in.

Everything was red. The vines, the sharp razor thorns, and the blood that poured from each wound on the cruel woman's face. And Unaek didn't care. For everything they'd just done to her boyfriend's sweet face, she deserved it.

She was vaguely aware of Sanji shouting her name in concern, but as long as he was alive and not hurting any more, she didn't address him. The vines twisted painfully around the woman's arms, her legs, and her chest. Each wrist or ankle was being squeezed hard by the thorny branches, and Unaek glared at up at her. "Fuck you." She snarled, and the vines began to tear her apart.

The evil woman, who Unaek never even got the name of, began to scream in horror and agony, struggling against the vines but only being injured further from the spikey thorns that dug into her. Unaek launched herself at her and bounced her head off the stone wall. Again. Again. She looked dazed now. Good. May cruel actions never come from her hands again.

The men were back on their feet by now, but Unaek didn't even need to turn around to know they were up, and sent a vine at each of them, ready to strangle either of them if they got any closer to her or Sanji.

Unaek never blinked once as she glared down the woman who nearly tore her love to pieces.

"Apologize." She said with a fire in her voice she didn't know was there.

"I-I'm—" the woman started, but Unaek didn't even give her the chance to continue. With one nod of her head, she ripped the woman apart by the limbs.

"Not good enough." She said, letting the woman's body fall to the floor in pieces, her hot blood spraying out and covering the small, previously very innocent girl. She was drenched like she'd taken a shower. She didn't relish in others' pain, though. Unlike her. She wasn't happy to have done it, but she was happy Sanji was safe and fine.

As soon as the woman was no longer a threat, Unaek sprinted over to Sanji, her vines beating her there and using the thorns to break the restraints as she ran into his arms and held him close. As soon as the adrenaline of rage was over, it was replaced with the adrenaline of fear, and she was shaking and bawling again as she pulled Sanji into her arms.

"Sanji, Sanji, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you okay, my love, please, it's okay now, I've got you, I've got you—"

She babbled and cried incoherently, bloody hands holding his cheeks with the delicate nature of a storybook princess. "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay now, you're safe, and we're gonna get you all fixed up, okay?" She whimpered, brushing his blood and sweat soaked hair from his eyes and kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

Unaek wasn't a violent person by nature. She was loving, truly. There comes a point in every kind person's life when they simply cannot be kind anymore. Unaek had found her breaking point and passed it all in one moment, and now sat bawling in her boyfriend's weak arms as she patched him up, covering his bruised face with kisses and sweet loving words. The vines were no longer thorny, as they'd faded back to their soft green they usually were. The flowers blooming around her were a mix of pink and blue. Love and sadness. Her hands were shaking and tears were streaming through the bloody mess she'd made of her face.

She hugged him tightly, and he hugged her back, softly rubbing her back and shaking, his thumbs making circles as he assured her that he, too, was safe. "Its okay, princess... it's okay." He whispered back as she clung to him and sobbed.

Unaek was a loving person at her core. It was simply part of her nature.

She wouldn't even hurt a fly.

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