#no 27

[one-piece-aus]

For the whumptober event, can i request day 27 with Luffy?

Hello Anon from 2023 Whumptober! Thank you for your patience! I think this is one of my best works, and honestly would love to turn it into a multi-part story, maybe later tho

Whumptober Day 27

Luffy x Reader

"Hey, you got pretty crafty skills there!" Luffy grinned, eyeing you like a rare rhinoceros beetle.

"Eh? Oh, you mean this?" You point at the helm wheel of the small boat. "It's just uh- something I picked up while travelling."

"Say, my crew could use helm's master." His grin grew wider, and he childishly stared at you with big eyes. "Join my crew!"

"Eh!?"

It didn't matter how much you protested that you didn't want to join, he picked you up like a sack of potatoes and introduced you to his crew as one of their own. A small one, if you may add, he only had five members, if you counted the princess they were escorting. They were barely starting their journey, do they even know each other? Better you don't get attached.

As such, you kept your distance, staying at your post as they ran around the deck. Their laughter mixes bittersweet emotions in your heart, making it difficult to hold onto the poker face you've masked yourself with. The food their chef served with heart eyes made you fight the urge to cry each time as you accepted the plate.

"[Y/n]!"

"AH!" You fell out of bed when Luffy burst into the girls' quarters. "What do you want, Strawhat?"  you asked as you rubbed the side of your face. It's a good thing Nami was in the bath with Vivi, you can already imagine the earful the captain would get.

"Come get a midnight snack with me," Luffy said, mischief embedded in his smile. Before you could protest, he yoinked you out of the fallen blankets. "Hurry before Nami gets back."

He whisked you away to the kitchen, crouching once you got in. You stand there, unsure what you're doing as he raids the fridge next to you. You watch him stuff meat in his mouth before he turns to you with a look that apologizes for forgetting you were there.

"You want anything, [Y/n]?" Luffy inquired, his mouth full of food. Any other person wouldn't have understood a thing he said. Seems it's paying to have been around others who have no table manners.

"I-" Your tummy growled, and the fridge light illuminated the pink that bloomed on your cheeks.

"Here." Luffy stepped to the side to let you have better access to the fridge.

"Thanks. Let me see..." Your eyes scan over the contents when they spot a single slice of a pie.

A cherry pie.

Out of instinct, you reach for the pie and bring it out. A ghost laugh rings in your ear as you hold the tin. You half expect the slice to be swiped from you.

"Hm? Oh blegh!" Luffy sticks his tongue out. "You're free to have the pie all to yourself, [Y/n]."

You blinked at him before a tumble of giggles slipped out. "Seriously, you don't like pie?"

"What- no! I like pie!" Luffy huffed. "I just don't like cherry pie."

"Who doesn't like cherry pie?" You see his pouty face and giggle again. "Sorry, I guess it's not a response I'm used to."

"Well, it just means more for you," Luffy stated simply and returned to looking through the fridge.

You laugh once more. "I suppose you're right, Luffy." You pick up the slice and begin munching away at it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Since that night, you noticed Sanji has begun to make cherry pie for dessert regularly, and each time without fail, Luffy slipped his slice to you, much to the others' surprise. Usopp stood up in protest twice, complaining that he always gave you his slice after stealing some portions of his dinner. You silently appreciated the gesture, even if it felt bittersweet each time the cherry pie was put before you.

You aren't sure what to make of Luffy. The silly way he operates makes you at jaded ease with its familiarity, yet he carries himself and pushes forward for others, leaving you sombre with how your mind fills with wishes.

You glance at the reindeer doctor peeking from behind the tree next to you. The little guy stared at Luffy, puzzled, trying to make sense of the captain throwing snowballs at Usopp.

"Hard to decipher him, huh?" You said, spooking the reindeer. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya."

"Hmm... is it fun being a pirate?" Chopper asked. "On their crew?"

"Can't say, I've only been with them for a few days at most," you answered honestly.

"There you are!" Luffy charged toward the two of you before the conversation continued. "[Y/n], you like our new crew member? He's neat, huh!"

You smile as Chopper becomes a blabbering, confused mess. The captain welcoming the reindeer into the crew reminds you of Pops and his way of adopting his children. Perhaps Luffy is trustworthy.

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"What's the commotion out here?" You stepped out of the kitchen and onto the deck.

"Luffy's brother stopped by," Usopp informed you.

"He got a brother?" You raised a brow.

"Yeah, we were just as surprised as you are." Usopp deadpanned.

"[Y/n]!?"

Wait a minute, you know that familiar voice- "COMMANDER ACE!?"

"HUH??!! YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?!" Luffy glanced between the two of you.

"Know her!? She's part of the fleet I command," Ace explained. "What are you doing with her on your ship?! And more importantly, what are you doing out here, [Y/n]? Why'd ya leave Pop's ship?"

"Tch, you say that like you didn't up and leave to find the same person." You turned away from him and folded your hand into a fist.

Tension swooped into the conversation. The once delightful meeting with Ace and his reunion with Luffy is now shining a grim light on you, unveiling the scarred heart you've been trying to keep from bleeding.

"[Y/n], I have a responsibility as 2nd Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates." Ace's voice is calm and firm, the definition of a true commander. "You, on the other hand, need to go back to the others. It's too dangerous for you-"

"You think I don't know what I'm getting myself into?" You send him a glare over your shoulder.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"I have every right to find him as you do." You grip the door to the kitchen. Memories flash through your mind, boiling your emotions. "If not more."

"[Y/n]-" Ace watched as you walked inside and slammed the door. He sighed. "Forgive my subordinate, she's been taking this harder than I have."

"Was she close to the crewmate he killed?" Vivi asked, concerned.

Ace lowered his head, his hat shading over his eyes. "She was close to more than our fallen crewmate."

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You whipped open the fridge, grabbing the leftovers of the cherry pie Sanji saved. You picked up a slice with your shaking hand and threw it across the kitchen. A growled cry escaped your dry throat as you picked up another and threw it.

Another.

Another.

Another-

"[Y/n]."

The trance broke. Looking up, you saw Luffy with a pie sliding down his head, a neutral line on his face. You retract your hand from the last slice in the tin. Your breathing slowing down. He stared at you. His eyes... never has anyone held this emotion in their eyes for you.

Not Ace.

Not Thatch.

Not Pops.

Not...

Your knees give out and drop to the ground, tears falling from your eyes.

"Luffy..."

He walked over to you.

"I... I don't want any more cherry pie."

Your captain placed his strawhat onto your head and hugged you close. "I'll make sure to tell Sanji."

[whumpookies]

Whumptober 2022 day 27: pushed to the limit.

Prompt: muffled screams

Series: Until death.

[galladrabbles]

👋🏻 can’t believe it’s my turn already. I’m so excited! Yesterday was the worst day of my life. We had a scare with my daughter. She’s ok, but my nerves are totally shot. So I’m definitely looking forward to what you guys can do this week as a distraction. So without further ado…

This weeks prompt is: Beard

There’s so many ways to interpret this and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! ❤️🥰💗💖🌟

Lovely HeyHey,

Lett me start by saying that I'm very happy that your daughter is okay. I'm sure the entire crew shares the feeling. I hope she'll continue to be well and that you'll find a way to move past the fear and enjoy your time with your family even more now. 💕

Thank you for submitting your prompt to Galladrabbles. I expect it to be quite... Inspirational for so many.

Maybe leaning back and setting this prompt for 44+ writers (new ones are always very welcome) to let their 100-word-exactly story bites wash away any lingering negative feelings will be just what you need.

So you read it here first, Galladrabble Crew. Your new prompt is:

BEARD

Happy Drabbling!

[brilcrist]

-Whumptober day 27-

Not so extreme weather + carry

As a person who can wear a full suit at Costa Del Sol, Tseng never had a problem with the heat, his boss however... has a different story

[ultracreativelywritten]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Starscream tries to get to his room, and to his berth for some recharge.

[sylvanfreckles]

Okay, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Awww, that’s two nights in a row, FBI guy! This time I only looked up how to correct a skid on an icy road!

Summary: Sam and Dean are stranded in a snow storm when their car goes off the road...good thing there’s an angel on their shoulder.

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“Dean, we really should turn back,” Sam complained again.

“You doubting my girl?” Dean shot back. He patted the dashboard sympathetically. “Baby's seen us through a lot worse than this, Sammy. She'll get us through.”

“It's not the—the car,” Sam gasped, clinging to the frame as the Impala shuddered to the right again. “It's the road!”

“Sam is right,” Cas butted in.

“No backseat driving,” Dean retorted. He twisted just enough to give Cas a look before Sam yelped something about the road and he had to focus again. Jeez, not like he hadn't been driving since he was twelve. Plus the tires were new...well, they had been two years ago, and it's not like they drove around as much as they used to.

“Tree! Tree! Tree!”

“I see it,” Dean snapped. Sam wasn't helping. Bad enough that they were trying to make it back to the highway in the middle of a stupid blizzard, having Mr Doom next to him and Mr Pessimism in the back seat was just icing on the cake.

Ha. Icing.

“Just a few more miles,” he called over the howl of the wind. The highway would be in better shape that this little access road, and the kids in the car could stop whining then. They could make it to a decent town with a decent hotel, maybe even an attached bar, instead of going back to Podunk Sally's Rooming House for another night among the antimacassars.

It is a truth to be universally acknowledged...that black ice just isn't fair.

The Impala's front tires skidded sideways, and when he feathered the brakes to correct he felt the back end of the car keep drifting. Dean bit down on a curse as he frantically spun the wheel into the skid but it was too late. He thought he heard someone shout his name and they were spinning, sliding off the road.

There was pressure on his right shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise, when the car finally slid to a stop nose-deep in the ditch. It was Cas, leaning up over the seat enough to brace a hand on Sam and Dean's shoulders, his own feet planted in the back.

“Thanks, Cas,” Sam panted out. “How do we get out of here?”

Dean was already cranking the engine again, not that it would do much. He couldn't drive out of a nose-dive into the ditch, but maybe they could have heat for the night. The engine revved and tried to turn over, but she just wouldn't start. He smacked the steering wheel and leaned his head back. “I'm out of ideas.”

“Wait here.”

“What?” Sam was already turning in the seat. “Cas, we're halfway in the ditch, you'll never...”

But the angel simply levered the door open, somehow, and vanished in a swirl of snow and trench coat. He didn't even bother to shut the door again. “C'mon, Sammy, never tell him the odds,” Dean quipped. Damn, this was worse than Podunk Sally's, even without the antimacassars. At least Sally had made a killer hot toddy.

The metal shrieked around them, and before Dean could fully comprehend what was happening the Impala was dragged slowly out of the ditch onto the road. He spun around in his seat, trying to see through the blinding snow to the solitary figure at the back of the car, but it was too dark.

Slowly, steadily the car was pulled out and around to the side of the road. It was still tilted at an angle—apparently Cas had opted for leaving her on the shoulder instead of the middle of the road, which was sensible—and the angel climbed back in the car. “We're no longer in the ditch,” he observed with typical flatness.

“No kidding,” Dean breathed. Cas didn't show his strength like that too often so it was easy to forget what exactly his friend was, but that was incredible. “Don't suppose you could push us all the way to the next service station?”

Sam slapped him on the upper arm. Yeah, that was probably rude. The dude had just expended a massive amount of energy pulling them out of the ditch. “All right. So. Guess we're walking to civilization?”

“There was an old mailbox about half a mile back,” Sam suggested as he twisted in the seat to look into the darkness behind them. “Even if it's abandoned it would at least be shelter. Storm knocked the phones out, but maybe we can call in the morning,” he added, waving his own device.

“I concur,” Cas said—because of course he concurred and couldn't just agree this time. “Even minimal structure will provide better protection from the elements. We should move quickly before the two of you are further exposed.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “And you didn't even buy me dinner,” he joked as he piled out of the car along with Sam. They stopped back at the trunk for the basics, and at Sam's urging he left most of the weapons behind and focused on what would help them survive a blizzard for a night.

Cas ended up taking most of the load, pulling the bags right out of Sam and Dean's hands. “We should hurry,” he said simply before striking off through the snow for the old mailbox Sam had mentioned.

“How do you know you're going the right way?” Dean called, fighting through the snow to keep up. “Maybe we got spun all the way around.”

“I don't get lost, Dean,” Cas replied. “I have an excellent sense of direction.”

Right, right. He'd heard that one before. Dean rolled his eyes at Sam, but Sam had his arms wrapped tightly around his middle and his brow furrowed in concentration. Probably calculating how much food they had and whether it would last them long enough to be rescued.

Maybe they could eat Cas. Did it count as cannibalism if he technically wasn't human?

Dean's thoughts were interrupted when he nearly ran into the angel in question. “Cas?”

“We have reached the mailbox,” Cas explained over the rising wind.

“Great!” Dean stuffed his hands in his armpits and stomped his feet. Damn, it was cold. “Which way to the house?”

Cas pointed. Dean craned his neck in that direction and thought he could see the vague outline of a building. “You sure?”

“It appears to be a dilapidated single-wide trailer,” Cas replied. “I do not sense any life forms beyond the expected vermin, so it should be safe for the night.”

Ew. Dean tried to smile, but the thought of spending the night with a bunch of rats made him miss Podunk Sally's even more. “Lead the way!”

Cas swiveled and started off at a right-angle to the road. Dean waited for Sam to start moving before falling into line behind his brother. Why hadn't he noticed Sam didn't have a heavy coat on before they left? The poor dude had to be half frozen by now.

The angel's predictions were correct, and before too long they found themselves in front of a half-rotted single-wide trailer. One end had some bad smoke damage, but on the plus side the windows were boarded up, so that meant it had to be a little insulated. Cas took charge as he had at the car and simply tugged the door open, stepping back into the snow to help the Winchesters climb into the trailer's dark interior. Dean would have protested that he could climb up on his own, but in truth he was losing feeling in his fingers and welcomed the assist.

The inside was...well, about what could be expected. There was no furniture except a couple of kitchen chairs with no seats, and the whole place smelled terrible. Still, it was out of the wind, and in that moment that was heavenly.

Somehow Cas got the door closed again, then moved around the brothers setting their supplies out. “You should change into dry clothing,” he said over his shoulder. “I will see about a fire.”

Dean nodded, though he wasn't sure he had enough feeling in his fingers for that. Inside the trailer was better than the outside, but that wasn't saying much. It was still cold, even worse since night had sunk in with prejudice. He was shivering so hard he was pretty sure he was gonna have whiplash after this.

Cas straightened up, seeming to realize their predicament. “Wait a moment,” he said, almost gently, and rested a hand on each of their shoulders. Dean felt a rush of healing warmth fill his body, banishing the deadly cold from their walk in the snow. He gave a sigh of relief as Cas's touch warmed his body without that awful pins-and-needles stage he usually felt in between.

“Thanks, man,” he said.

“Dry clothes,” Cas reminded him. “I apologize I could not dry what you are wearing.”

“Are you kidding?” Sam burst in. He was already stripping out of his wet jacket and shirts. “Cas, that was amazing. That was more than enough.”

“Sammy's right,” Dean added. He managed to shift around the clothes just enough to make sure Sam could get the warmest stuff. “This was big, dude.”

Cas tilted his head, but that was the equivalent of a long conversation to him. “I should be able to gather plenty of fuel from the damaged end of the trailer,” he said, gesturing to the part that was burned. “I suggest the two of you find the best place to fortify against the cold for the night.”

Dean threw him a salute. “On it!”

Sam rolled his eyes, of course, but as soon as he was dressed in the warm clothing Dean had sneakily picked out for him he joined his brother in investigating what was left of the trailer.

There was a small bedroom that was fairly undamaged, with only one window that was still pretty heavily boarded up. There were a few cracks between the boards, but Dean took care of that by just stuffing his wet socks into them. They could still feel a little of the wind coming through, but it was much better than it had been.

Cas returned with an armful of wood as the brothers were moving the bags into the small room. He studied it closely and nodded to himself. “I will return with an appropriate vessel to contain the fire.”

He was gone before the others could question him. Dean heaved out a dramatic sigh and tugged a blanket free of one of the bags, wrapping it behind himself so he could lean against the wall without touching it. “He's still such a weird little dude,” he commented.

“He's probably saving our lives tonight,” Sam retorted, a little sharply.

Dean waved in acknowledgment. “I'm grateful, yeah. Doesn't make him any less weird. I mean, he's pulled my ass out of the fire how many times? Guess he gets to add pulling it out of the ice now.”

“Is it even safe to build a fire in here?”

“Safer than freezing to death.”

They were quiet for a few moments before hearing the front door bang open again. Dean sat up straight and reached for his gun, which he realized belatedly was across the room, but it was just Cas. Cas and what looked like an old, battered barbecue grill.

“It's not ideal,” Cas explained. The grill—one of those round ones on the little tripods—had definitely seen better days. Cas efficiently knocked the legs off and pried the lid away, leaving them with a metallic bowl a little more than a foot across. Cas immediately began layering kindling and pieces of wood in the old grill.

“Do you have a lighter?” Sam asked, patting at his pockets frantically. “I don't have mine.”

Dean swore. “Might be with the wet stuff in the main room,” he said, struggling out of the blanket.

Cas rested his hand on the pile of wood in front of him, and when he pulled it away there was a small fire burning away.

“Dude!” Dean leaned back with a laugh. “You some kind of Boy Scout?”

Cas tilted his head, but Sam interrupted before the angel could react. “This is awesome, Cas. Thank you so much.”

Sam leaned forward, holding his hands out to the small flame. The fire grew to consume the wood in the old half-grill, but didn't spread out of it to the room beyond. Smoke might be a problem at some point, but Dean was pretty sure there were enough holes in the rest of the house that they'd be fine. Just have to set a watch to make sure no one got sick.

“Thanks man,” he added after a minute, looking up at Cas...who looked terrible. Snow was melting on his coat and his face was almost gray. He was hunched over himself, staring at the growing flames of the campfire. “Cas?”

It seemed to take some effort, but Cas finally looked up at him. Dean understood. Pulling the car back onto the road, forging the way through the storm, then everything he'd done to warm the brothers up since...Cas was beat. “Looks like you need some dry clothes,” Dean observed.

Cas stared down at what he was wearing, his frown deepening when he realized it was still wet. “I merely need a few minutes to rest.”

“We're not going anywhere until morning,” Sam cut in. “There's plenty of dry stuff here, you might as well be comfortable.”

Cas hesitated, but finally accepted the duffle bag Sam pushed toward him. He changed so fast Dean was pretty sure he'd just mojo'd the dry clothes on, but at least he looked a little more comfortable.

“All right, I got first watch,” Dean said after a minute or so. “The two of you get some rest.”

“I don't require sleep, Dean,” Cas replied.

“Just...humor me?” Dean waved a hand. “You've done all the heavy lifting—literally. Just take a couple hours to recharge, okay?”

Cas frowned down at his own knees, but that was probably the best Dean was going to get. Sam was already wrapping himself up in a couple of blankets until he looked like a moose burrito. “Wake me in four hours,” he said. Cas started to protest, but Dean agreed before the angel could say much of anything.

“Sleep tight, Cas,” Dean insisted when the angel showed no sign of moving. “I've got it from here.”

[cg29]

Whumptober: Ransom

There wasn’t meant to be two.

For a year now he’d been preparing, had studied the family intensely, and out of the five boys had made the decision to take the second eldest child. He was 10. Still small for his age and looked like their late mother which would hopefully work in his favour when making his demands. However, the eldest brother had unexpectedly been there and got in the way. Not wanting to give in on this one chance he had taken the risk to grab both.

He lifted his gaze, resting it on the two children, both curled up in the corner, the elder holding the younger one in his arms. Thankfully while the youngest was looking incredibly scared the other had been manageable. Hopefully it would stay that way, and besides with two that would surely mean double the payout…

“Right then boys,” he said with a menacing glare which made the smaller one tuck himself even more into his older brothers side, “let’s make a call to your father, and see how much the two of you are worth!”