Hi again! I’m here for a double-dose (unsurprisingly) 😂 If it’s not taken yet, can I request Day 30: “It’s Ok Just to Say ‘I’m Not Ok,” + Trafalgar Law? Thank you in advance & happy whumping! ☕️🫖
Hello, dear Rose of Trafalgar! Thank you for your second request and your patience! I hope you enjoy this lil whump I've written! ^-^
Whumptober Day 30
Trafalgar Law x Reader
"Hey," you greet Law, brushing your fingers over his shoulder.
Law glances at you over his shoulder. "[Y/n]-ya, I thought you were helping the minks."
"We finished." You sat beside him on the log. "How are you holding up, Captain?"
Law averts his gaze, lowering his head back down. You notice the heavy bags resting under his eyes and bite your lip. He's been like this since he came from Dressrosa with the Strawhats. If only you'd been there, you might have been able to understand the weight on his back.
"Strawhat that bad?" you joked.
"No... it's not Strawhat-ya this time." Law shuts his eyes and reopens them, struggling against his exhaustion. "It's... It's Doflamingo."
"You guys defeated him, didn't you?"
"Yeah... yet somehow I feel more exhausted than ever before."
"Maybe it's because you're letting your body relax and it's hitting all at once," you theorize.
Law hums, his mind thinking otherwise. An image of Corazon sits in his head. Doflamingo may be out of the picture, but it didn't bring back Cora-san. He's still gone...
You sigh, seeing Law stubbornly stay awake. Here you thought your captain would be alright once Doflamingo was gone. It's fine.
Law got caught off guard when you moved closer. "Wait, [Y/n]-ya, what are you doing?"
"You need rest, captain," you told him as you picked him up bridal-style. "It's okay if you're not okay, but you'll need your strength, Law. So please, rest easy for now."
Hi may I please ask for day 30 with Raiju for Whumptober? Thanks found your blog through @simpforroses!
Ahoy! I'm glad to have another follower on here! I hope you enjoy the story ^-^
Whumptober Day 30
Reiju x Reader
"Aw look, the human's waking up."
You stirred, frowning your brows at the unfamiliar voice. It had to be someone you knew right? Why wouldn't you know- did he just call you human? Your thoughts dissipated when you were yacked into the reality before you, quite literally, by the hair. Blue, the first colour you saw, followed by the face of a snarky bastard.
"Took you long enough," he snickered.
"Niji, leave the hostage alone," a feminine voice ordered the man in front of you. "Father wanted me to keep an eye on the human, and you have training to do."
"Tch, you're no fun, sis," Niji scoffed and dropped his hold of your hair. He walked out of your viewpoint and a door slam bounced into your ear.
"Sorry about him." The female came to stand in front of you. "He doesn't have the capability to feel sympathy towards others."
"Where... where am I?" you asked, glancing around and looking back at her.
"You're in Germa," Reiju answered. "My father took you hostage so it'd be easier to negotiate your kingdom's surrender-"
"I'd rather die," you grunted, shifting your demeanour when you knew this had to do with your kingdom. You didn't want your home to fall to save you.
"Hm?" Reiju looked at you curiously. "Well, it's too late now. You're here, and father has already made arrangements."
"Call it off!" you demanded, jumping up to get in her face but you were pulled back by chains. You growled, glancing at the restraints and tugging on them. You could feel the binds close around your limbs tighter each time to struggle against them. A hand on your chin drew your attention away from the chains, making your eyes focus on the luscious blue eyes.
"How 'bout you be a good little captive and quit wasting your breath."
"I suggest you quit trying to pursue me, Doffy," you advised the tall pirate coldly, having enough of his flirtatious remarks. "I don't have feelings for you so everything would be one-sided. You can't make me fall in love with you."
"Fufufufufu, is that a challenge?" Doflamingo questioned, wearing a mischief smile.
"It's simple fact."
You had shown up with Rosinante when he reunited with his brother. For all Doflamingo knew, you were just Rosinante's close friend that stuck by him through the years they were separated. Rosinante became Corazón, and you worked directly under him, in the inner circle of the family You both had your jobs to prevent children and women from joining the Donquixote family. Corazón took care of the children, you took care of the women. However, Doffy confronted you about it one time.
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"Why do you scare away the women that try to come in here?"
"I hate them."
"Why?"
"One of them once broke Corazón's heart, I'm not letting that happen again." That was a lie, no woman broke his heart, but it was an easy explanation that'd get Doffy on your side.
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He tried asking about why his brother hated children but you shrugged and told him you didn't know, you just couldn't think of anything at the given time. With the lack of women, Doffy began to playfully flirt with you but you ignored it half the time but today it just got to you.
"How 'bout this, [Y/n], you give me thirty days to try and make you fall for me," Doflamingo offered with a grin.
"You're just digging your grave." You turned away and folded your arms.
"It's either you accept my offer or you'll just forever be bothered by me," he chuckled leaning over your shoulder.
"And what if I don't fall for you?" You turned back to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Then I'll respect that you won and I'll stop pursuing you." It seemed to pain Doffy as he said those words. You didn't want to give this guy permission to flirt with you for thirty days but once those days were over you wouldn't have to worry about him nagging you.
"It's a challenge then." You held out your hand the smug bird shook it.
"Day one starts tomorrow," he informed you then proceeded to exit the room.
You made sure he disappeared before you went to find Rosinante and tell him about this.
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Doflamingo took many different tactics; Compliments, gifts, but nothing worked. He began to think he wouldn't be able to make you his... until he found you in a vulnerable moment.
You had woken up from a nightmare, cold, and tearing up as you reached out your hand crying out sorrow. Doflamingo heard your cry and came rushing in. You were surprised to see him, normally nobody came when you woke up from the nightmare because you made sure no one could hear you by asking for Rosinante to use his devil fruit powers on you.
"[Y/n]! Are you hurt?" Doflamingo asked wondering if someone dared try to attack one of his family in the middle of the night, ready to make them pay hell.
No physical harm was done to you, you were fine. You didn't want Doflamingo here and see you like this, but you were too busy trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down to be able to respond.
Seeing you in this state struck the man right to the depths of sorrow he hides in his heart. You reminded him of his broken state in moments like these. Gently, Doflamingo came to your side and wrapped his arms around your smaller form, rubbing circles on your back. You gave in and cried into his chest, your fingers grasping the fabrics of his shirt, trying you grip onto reality.
Ever since Doflamingo has claimed you as his, knowing he won the challenge that day but doesn't say that part out loud. He was sensitive to you as you were for him. He felt with you and his brother by his side that he was on top of the world and nothing could drag him down.
Then the fatal day on Minion Island came...
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"Why do you insist on undermining your brother?" Doflamingo asked, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Rosinante. "Why are you forcing me to do this, to kill my own flesh and blood yet again."
Rosinante averted his gaze from his brother, he could feel Law pounding on the chest. He needed to keep his brother distracted from it. Rosinante glanced back at Doflamingo, and his mouth gasps but sounds as if he grunts in pain.
"You point that gun but I know you can't shoot me," Doffy stated, knowing his brother's kind heart too well.
"He might not, but I will." Your statement followed but the cock of another gun now pressed at the back of his head.
"[Y/n]?"
"Marine code: 82346, [Y/n]. I too was working undercover alongside, Rosinante."
"You..." Doflamingo shook with anger as Rosinante stood up. "You mean to tell me you faked everything?"
"Not everything, the night I cried and you showed up was real, but that was only one time." Your voice was colder than the winter surrounding you all. "I warned you didn't I? That everything would be one-sided."
"You b-"
Doflamingo turned to shoot at you but fire a bullet right into his brain, once, twice, you kept firing until you were empty. He fell back and landed in the snow, you and Rosinante stood over him. The man was brain dead, but you needed to be sure he wasn't fleeing anytime soon.
"Rosi, keep your gun aimed at him while I cut him," you told your partner as you knelt down to Doffy's side. Reaching into the inside of your coat, you pulled out sea prism cuffs and cuffed his hands behind his back.
"We should be going," Rosinante said, checking behind him then at the chest where Law is. "There's no telling when pirates will come back for the treasure, we need to get out."
You glanced back at Rosinante with a puzzled expression. He was emphasizing a lot of words for some reason. The pieces came together when you saw him smile at something, and you followed your gaze to Law climbing out of one of the chests. So that's why he did all this.
"Alright, let's go."
The three of you walked away, leaving Donquixote Doflamingo left for dead.
i used to get through the seasonal funk adding on top of the usual funk by the means of hope: there's always that alluding date, landing somewhere between march and april, when the flip switches and the warmth of sunrays on my face just stays. usually around the first fruit tree bloom. when i go out for a walk into wet woodlands and there's the first signs of shy greenness peeking out the buds, and first sprouts from the warming ground feel just like three week old kittens barely opening their eyes (delightful). nature is so bare, so innocent at this first awakening. it feels like there's parts of me that wake up too at that exact moment, sprouting to flourish, to bear fruit of last season's sowing.
i'd die the last day of october. numb through the mourning, grave-cold november rains; grit-teeth through december and coronate the grinning skeleton of who i was last year with pine sap and cheapest sparkling wine; polish the bones through my sun return january and polar breeze through short february, freezing off any residue tissue. and then there she is again, spring in its awakening freshness. i'm anew, as if the funk had never killed my spirit.
i'd used to get through with this hope. last year i didn't need it. i had zero doubts about the fact that there is a future to be lived, so the funk and i had missed each other by miles.
and this year feels like i've moved this delicate equilibrium by a careless touch and thus fell out of orbit at some point. i didn't enjoy this summer one bit, too wrapped up in my laborous mission to heal, trapped in a detour. i've lost so many close souls. all i heard them all say was, 'to hope is to be delusional', like an external force was driving them to say things they never meant, just to test my boundaries. i have reviewed my behavior right and left, dissected it with a scalpel under a microscope and there still is nothing i regret but that one short thing i could've said back in march with full disclosure. is what i mean when i say i owe you the truth.
that i overwork myself to scraped knees and hand burns for a measly paycheck to spend a solid chunk of it on therapy; the only safe place i can discuss you and not have my conversation partner turn on me. or you. e is probably so sick about hearing "i saw/talked to [you] again and (...)" to make sure i'm not overstepping or hurting anyone. or otherwise. others don't get it. people don't know what's trust and commitment to fix a relationship* anymore. they don't understand that even if it ends badly, if we* drift apart no matter how much i kick and scream and cry and whisper to the wind for it to stay, i've learned so much already. that you have earned my trust by simply existing and no jealous fuckboy or well-meaning girlie is going to sway that by trying to sow lies of doubt in your integrity. yup, it's bare minimum, we are barely-friends who suck ass at communicating, but you already set the bar so up high they may never dream to touch it. it's not them i'd jump into flames for.
and through you painting a possible future tense, i don't need that first kind of hope anymore, i think. my trust in myself is and has historically been that fragile, yes. i project what isn't there out of necessity and protection, but i might've set the real thing on loose in those rare aligning moments. i'm actually pretty proud of myself for being that bold with you, it just proves the trust further. and yeah, you've won this round. i don't even need another one. just stay and keep being you, please (and if you ever let me, i've already got the playlists ready)
xo,
* - no homo, i mean this purely** in a platonic friendship way, i just care way too hard, sue me
** - you know what i mean omg purely platonic in this particular letter...... i know the others aren't, again, sue me for catching feelings
