#no. 19

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@whumptober | Day #19: ALT PROMPT "Venom" The Exorcism (2024)

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No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.” Dehumanisation | Living Weapon | On Patrol

CAaTM, dealers choice of characters

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@mariashades asked: @whumptober 2025: No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.” Dehumanisation | Living Weapon | On Patrol CSatM, dealer choice of characters

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@the-original-sineater asked: Whumptober 2025: No. 19: “You’re on your own, lost in the wild.” Dehumanisation | Living Weapon. Kayo under the Hood's control TAG

So I may have united the asks…

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Scott threw his mug across the room, not even watching as the splinters rained down onto the carpet. He fingered the ring on his finger, rubbing it backwards and forwards. He was biting his lip so hard he could taste iron.

John’s hologram hovered; his brother clearly upset at having to deliver further bad news. His eyes flicked to the office door as it opened and with a nod to the person entering John disappeared.

Strong arms encircled him, pulling him back against a solid chest.

‘I’m so sorry, son.’ ‘It’s been six weeks, Dad. What am I going to do? It’s Tanusha, Dad! And her uncle.’

There was a soft wail from the corner and Scott sighed, patted his Dad’s hands and headed over to his daughter Lucy-Seri and picked her up gently. He joshed her up and down a little before cradling her in one arm. A yawn split his face.

‘You know he won’t harm her, Scott. Get some rest. I’ll look after Lu-Se tonight.’ ‘Thanks Dad, but I can’t rest. Every time I close my eyes I see her body falling and…’ ‘Don’t do this to yourself, son. Go, sleep. Take a tablet if you need to, but sleep.’ ‘Dad – ‘ ‘Go.’

Jeff took his Granddaughter off his son and gave him a gentle push in the direction of the door. With a tired sigh Scott headed towards his own bed, and Jeff pretended he didn’t notice the little stumble he took on the way.

‘Hey little Lu-Se. Shall we let Daddy get some sleep? Let’s get a drink. John?’ ‘Yeah, I’m still here, Dad.’ ‘Well done and keep searching.’ ‘FAB.’

The motions of making a baby bottle wasn’t exactly new and he hummed as he made it. But his mind was on his daughter.

Tanusha had been his daughter for almost as long as he had known her. He had been thrilled when Scott had announced that they were getting married. And when they announced a Tracy-Kyrano was to join them Jeff had been over the moon.

Lucy-Seri was named for both their mothers and shortened nicely. Jeff had had the round house temporarily converted to a house and nursery while he had a villa built for them.

The happy family had only been home for three months when Scott and Kayo had been called out on a mission. One that only Scott had come home from. He’d tried his hardest to keep hold of Kayo’s hand but the Hood’s ship had roped her around the waist and Scott had no hope of winning that tug-of-war.

He’d had to watch her falling off the cliff and the Hood fly off with her. And Scott relived that moment every time he closed his eyes.

‘Dad?’

Jeff spun round to face the hologram and John’s smile softened at the sight of his Dad gently jigging his grandchild to burp her.

‘Shhh…she’s just about to drop off.’ ‘Dad, I got something.’ ‘You have? Is it enough for us to act?’ ‘Not yet. But there’s been a couple of sightings. In South Africa of all places.’ ‘Do we have any idea what’s going on?’ ‘No but Dad…Spectrum has been seen there too.’

Stilling, Jeff frowned. Spectrum…this did not bode well. International Rescue rarely had dealings with Spectrum and Jeff was happy to keep way. But it wasn’t going to stop him reaching out in person. He had an advantage few people did.

‘John, I’m going to my office and I’m going to make a phone call and I want Five to encrypt it. And John?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘This is one call you cannot under any circumstances listen to.’ ‘Ok Dad.’ ‘No, John. I mean it. Promise me.’ ‘Yes Father. I promise.’ ‘Good. EOS too?’ ‘Yes, I promise.’ ‘And Lu-Se?’ ‘I think she’s young enough for me not to worry about her eavesdropping.’

John laughed as he signed off and Jeff made his way to his office. He dialled a number he’d known from heart for years and had hoped he’d never need to use.

On Cloudbase Charles Grey was contemplating retiring for the night. His Colour Captains – his favourite quartet – were all out on a mission and his heart didn’t really want to sleep but his head told him that nothing was happening and he really needed to be alert for later when the action would undoubtedly occur.

Lieutenant Green had watch, Charles knew he would be woken up the second anything happened, so with a certain amount of reluctance he made his way to his quarters, checking in on the commissary on his way and procuring some all-butter shortbread biscuits.

This latest case was bothering him. There hadn’t been a Mysteron threat, just a good old-fashioned tip-of about the sale of illegal uranium from long-abandoned mines in South Africa and a potential sighting of the Hood.

The Hood didn’t often come up on Spectrum’s radar, but they were well aware of him and his activities, especially in regard to his attempts to gain International Rescue’s Thunderbirds and his continued campaign against Jeff and his eldest son Scott in particular.

Charles had been heartbroken when Jeff had been thought dead at the helm of the Zero-X. Spectrum was still in its infancy then, but by the time his boys had brought Jeff home Spectrum was not only fully operational, they were already at war.

No…something about this set-up in South Africa was worrying him, was off…

His private comm sounded and Charles looked at it in surprise. He could count on one hand the number of people who had access to his number. He answered it as the kettle boiled and he made himself a cup of tea.

‘Grey here.’ ‘Charles? It’s Jeff.’ ‘Jeff! Long time. Welcome home.’ ‘Thank you. It has been a long time.’ ‘I see you have a new addition to the family. Congratulations.’ ‘This is Scott’s little one.’ ‘How is the boy?’ ‘Not a boy any longer.’ ‘Very true. What can I do for you? I assume despite the granddaughter that this isn’t a social call?’ ‘You assume right. My daughter-in-law is missing. Her Uncle, the Hood has kidnapped her and we’ve been unable to trace them and rescue her.’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that. I haven’t heard anything about it.’ ‘No, we’ve not alerted the media. The GDF do know but you and I both know what that means.’

Charles hummed in agreement. Spectrum had initially been formed due to the lack of decisive action on the part of the Global Defense Force, and he’d watched from the sidelines as the GDF lost the Hood again and again.

‘What can I do to help?’ ‘You can tell me what Spectrum is doing in South Africa. That’s where we’ve been able to track both of them to.’ ‘Jeff…you know I can’t reveal details of an ongoing Spectrum investigation.’ ‘I – I know. But my daughter is on her own, lost in the wilds and I need to make this right for both her and my son and granddaughter. Anything you can help with…please, Charles.’

Taking a sip of tea, Charles thought quickly and came to a decision.

‘Before I tell you anything I want your promise that your boys will not interfere with Spectrum’s investigation. I can’t have amateurs, even military-trained ones, ruining the operation.’ ‘That I can promise. If needs be I shall lock down the island to keep them here, but you understand that if a rescue is requested then we shall answer it.’ ‘Understood. Spectrum is tracking the Hood. He has a new…partner isn’t the right word, more like the person with him seems to be some kind of bodyguard. We’ve heard all kinds of reports from people that have witnessed their actions and it appears they are superhuman. A living weapon of some sorts, if you will.’

Jeff paled at the words. He thought back to the last time he saw Kayo and Scott sparring. The two had been amazing and he’d remarked wistfully about just how much better she was now, better than ever her father. Kayo had blushed at the praise. He’d watched all his boys sparring with Kayo and had marvelled at the skills they’d all improved so much on. Only Scott had been able to hold his own, though.

That thought had him returning to the current conversation.

‘Have the eyewitnesses said…who it is?’ ‘No. They wear a full black suit with a face mask that only shows their eyes. They’ve never spoken.’ ‘What colour are the eyes.’ ‘You’re not going to believe this, but every eyewitness says they glowed yellow.’

Jeff was so glad he was already sitting down.

‘Charles, what do you know about the Hood?’ ‘Not much, I’m afraid. Grew up in Malaysia, sent to live in a monastery by his father after the death of his mother. Has a stepbrother and niece. Was your partner for a short while until the two of you had a falling out. Since then has risen in the criminal underworld to become a leader in his own right. Suspected of endless high-end thefts of art, jewels and money.’ ‘You are missing one vital piece of information.’ ‘Anything you can tell us would be very helpful, Jeff.’ ‘This time it’s you who isn’t going to believe what I’m about to say.’ ‘Go on. I’m pretty sure, given Spectrum’s remit, nothing you can say will surprise me.’ ‘Well then…The Hood has telepathic powers that can control minds. It’s the reason Kyrano no longer lives on the island with us. I’ve been subjected to them myself.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Really. He almost killed Alan a few years ago. Please, Charles, don’t underestimate this facet of the Hood. He’s very, very good at it.’ ‘Well, thank you for sharing. Any tips on how to combat it?’ ‘Only thing we’ve found that works is to not maintain eye contact. If his eyes flash yellow then he’s already got you.’ ‘Right. I’ll let the ground control know immediately. Do you think that’s how he’s controlling your daughter?’ ‘I’m certain. She’s never been susceptible before, and I’m not sure what’s changed this time, but there is no way she’s helping her Uncle. She despises him.’

Charles sat back and contemplated the information. If the Hood tried to mind-control Scarlet…he shuddered. He wasn’t sure who would come off worse in that encounter.

‘Thank you, Jeff. I better go and let my team know.’ ‘If you find her, please remember she’s not a willing participant.’ ‘I promise I will keep that in mind.’

They signed off and Colonel White reached out to the ground team to inform them of the new information.

~

In a tiny, seedy bar in a tiny South African township the Hood regarded his niece thoughtfully.

She was sat stock still, as if she was a robot and not a human being. He supposed this dehumanisation of her had been a necessary evil, but a part of him was saddened that it had come to this.

If only she’d joined him of her own free will…

‘Sleep, Tanusha. We have a busy day tomorrow.’

He watched her eyes close and smiled thinly.

Yes. Tomorrow was going to be the day.

[quietlyimplode]

Everything in Transit

An accident leaves Natasha without her memories, without anyone to guide her, and the Red Room chasing after her, the odds are not in her favour… unless those that love her find her first.

Whumptober 2025: Day 19 - on patrol

Warnings: nil

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Clint and Yelena catch up with the only person who might be able to give them some information.

Whumptober Masterlist/Masterlist of Fic / ao3

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LONDON/ OCTOBER 04/ 9:32AM

Diana isn’t expecting visitors. She told her sister that it was just a routine procedure after the ambulance had called her.

Everyone has to have an emergency contact and she’s thankful that she had changed it to her sister.

There’s no telling what her ex husband would have done if he found them, and knew where she was.

She knew she needed to keep Willow safe and with her sister, she was.

No need to worry them.

Diana tries to read a book that the nurse had bought for her, but her mind keeps getting stuck on the last 3 days.

She’s unsure how she’s lived a lifetime in three and a half days but as she mulls it over in her mind, she knows that there’s probably still more coming at her.

She, of anyone, knows it’s never ending.

It’s why she’s not surprised to see a man and a woman standing at the door of her room.

“You can come in,” she offers.

The woman strides in and the man hesitantly so.

“The nurse doesn’t know,” the woman says, looking behind her.

“My name is Yelena. We think you may know something about my sister and his…”

She turns to Clint.

“What is she to you?”

It’s a question she hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Wife,” he nods, seriously.

“Really? Clint Barton, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“My sister and his wife,” Yelena continues.

Yelena sits on the edge of the bed, but Clint stays where he stopped.

Diana doesn’t say anything.

She’s seen people acquainted with Natasha and none of them were good people.

“We need to know any information you know.”

Diana stares. She contemplates not saying anything, but decides against it.

A sister and a husband of a woman that has no memory.

She frowns.

“Why should I trust you? Either of you?”

Yelena nods.

“Good question. Do you have any more?”

“What’s her name? Your sister?”

“Ah an easy one. Natasha. She was about this tall,” she holds up a hand, “and can speak Russian, and English. Hmm she’s quiet but kind, red hair, and a freckle - here.”

She points to her face.

There’s no doubt they’re talking about her Natasha.

“There’s some people after her,” Clint tells her, finally stepping forward.

She’s intrigued by the man. He’s deliberately stayed in her eyeline, stayed away until invited in.

She nods at him.

“But I think you knew that.”

Clint sits in the chair backwards, his chest pressed against the seat back, arms facing forwards.

Again, it creates a buffer between them.

Even in Diana’s state she can see they’re trying to prove to her that they’re not the bad guys.

“There’s a dead body woman downstairs that was brought in at the same time as you… I think she was after Natasha, but that doesn’t answer why you were there…”

She closes her eyes and feels the right pull of a forearm against her throat.

She doesn’t wish death on anyone but that moment she had come close.

“I stabbed her,” she chooses and Yelena sits closer.

“She was choking me and I stabbed her in the arm, Natasha saved me, and threw a knife at her.”

She gives them a little bit of information in hopes it would be enough, but she realises her mistake when she says Natasha’s name.

Both of them perk up.

“So you know her?”

“No?”

She shakes her head and regrets the movement.

“They’re going to come back for you,” Yelena warns.

“They want Natasha and they’ll do anything…”

Clint puts his hand out to stop her speaking and changes the tact.

“She’s not wrong, they’re dangerous people. Do you know who I am?”

Diana shakes her head.

“That’s okay, I want to help you to be safe, and I want to make sure nothing happens.”

Diana is scared. Scared in the way she was all those years ago. If they had intended that, they’ve done a good job.

“I know they stitched your hip up and wanted to keep you under observation for your throat, but I’d like to take you somewhere safe, if we can?”

Diana stares.

She doesn’t want to go anywhere.

“I don’t…”

There’s a commotion in the hall and Yelena stands, looking out into the hall, she ducks back in and shakes her head at Clint.

“I think, maybe we should go.”

Fear strangles her.

If they’re lying or bullshitting they’re doing an amazing job at it.

Finally, she nods.

Clint helps her up, hands her some clothing the nurse had put out and closes the curtain, looking at her patient board and writing on it.

Diana changes, feeling slightly dizzy from worry and anxiety and the fact that she’s now being hunted by those that were after Natasha.

She’s torn between telling these two everything or nothing at all and it makes her feel sick to have another’s life in her hands.

“I think they’re patrolling, they don’t know her name yet or who they’re looking for, but I think it’s only a matter of time,” she hears Yelena whisper.

She opens the curtain and nods at them.

“I’m ready,” she tells Clint.

Yelena hooks her arm with Diana’s and nods.

“Just follow my lead,” she advises and Clint strides ahead to the elevator.

“One step at a time.”

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It’s never easy, Yelena thinks, as she breaks a window to a car in the carpark.

She opens it up and hot wires quickly, nodding to Clint and Diana.

“Are you feeling okay?” Clint asks, checking her by looking her up and down.

She nods, and climbs in the back seat.

They’d seen the widows on patrol, and Yelena wonders how they’d found them so quickly.

Sure they could have followed Francesca’s leads but it was odd that the patrol of two widows were headed straight for Diana’s room.

Clint had written that Diana been taken for scans on the fourth floor, and the women had left giving them an opening.

The nurses thoroughly confused as the intruders.

“I wouldn’t have thought of that,” she tells him, and he gives her an easy smile.

“I’ve spent too much time in hospitals,” he replies.

Yelena drives, feeling at a loss for words.

“Where.. Uh.. Where are we going?”

Clint turns to look at her, telling her they’re heading to a safe house.

“We have Mac and Cheese,” Yelena adds, knowing likely it’s unhelpful, but unsure what else to say.

“Any information you could help us with, we’d appreciate.”

There’s a softening to the woman.

Clint pulls out his phone and sends a message.

“Maybe we can give you a bit of background, and then you can decide whether to help us or not?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply.

“Natasha was a part of an organisation that made her into a child soldier. They killed her family and abducted her when she was three then that organisation raised her to be a black widow; an assassin. She didn’t want to do it anymore, so when given the choice, she defected. She might feel familiar as she fought in the Battle for New York with me and some of the other avengers. But mostly, she to us, she’s just Natasha.”

He shrugs.

“We just need to find her. There was an explosion in Hyde park, you may have heard it on the news, Tony Stark or… Iron Man was having his wedding there. They did some press beforehand and we think that the people she defected from want her back. So they’re after her, you see? They almost succeeded, we thought they had, but then one of the widows… told… us, that they hadn’t been successful. She escaped. I thought she’d run and hide, move to one of the safe houses we have, but she hasn’t made contact, and then we got the call that the other widow had been found dead at your place and somehow, you are involved. I don’t know how though. You seem… normal? Why would you be involved?”

He sighs and turns to face the front.

“Like I said, we’d help you anyway, but if you can help us, I’d appreciate it.”

Diana looks at her hands, feeling the rippled skin of where acid burnt through as she’d held her hands up against the attack.

“I can help you,” she tells them, as Yelena parks the car.

“And some Mac and cheese sounds good.”

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Diana sits with a cup of tea in her hand. The safe house is a nice one, as far as they go. Very British and normal looking.

Clint looks up as Yelena enters.

“Car is disposed of,” she announces.

“I thought you’d already be talking?”

Diana shakes her head.

“I’d prefer to only say it once,” she sighs, putting the tea to her lips, and inhaling the warmth.

They both sit, side by side on the couch as Diana starts to talk, their worried faces almost mirrored in concern.

“My daughter is curious,” she starts, “she heard a commotion from the building next door and wanted to know what was happening. She thought there was too many cars backfiring that evening, so she went out later to see what was happening.”

She shudders to think what could have happened.

“She found Natasha in the dumpster. She was wearing a dress and had a mask on her with a gunshot in her shoulder and what we thought was a graze on her head.”

Clint shifts, and Yelena looks like she wants to say something, but the hand on her left stops her.

Diana continues.

“I’m a vet, and I know how to patch wounds. I was going to call an ambulance but Willow asked if she was like us. I uhhh… I survived an acid attack, that’s probably left her a bit suspicious of emergency services and probably traumatised for life.”

Diana sighs.

“I am too I suppose. My ex partner was a paramedic. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to help and make sure she was okay… so I patched her wounds. We did what we could; turns out it may have been the right decision?”

Clint nods reassuringly.

If not for this woman in front of him, the Red Room would surely have Natasha.

“She doesn’t know who she is.”

Clint’s mouth opens and this times it’s Yelena who stops him talking.

“Natasha woke up, not knowing, I thought maybe it was just a concussion or from the graze of a bullet. But all she knows is her name, no memories of her past, except maybe flashes, and I’m sure some memories she wasn’t willing to share.”

Diana pauses trying to find the right words.

“We tried. I… am sorry. I don’t watch the news, and we only have streaming services. I don’t really know what’s happening outside our own bubble. We went to my friend’s house for more medical help and she gave her some ideas to help, but all she knew when I last saw her was what that… woman told her as she was dying.”

Yelena’s face whitens.

“What did she tell her?”

“That she was a murderer, that she was the black widow and belonged to the red room?”

Clint leans forward.

“Then what happened?”

Diana takes another sip, remembering Natasha’s lips on her brow and the tears in her eyes.

“She took my car and my go bag, and disappeared. I was going to pick up my car when I got out of hospital.”

Yelena matches Clint in her lean forward.

“And where did she leave it? Was she okay? Did Francesca hurt her?”

Diana starts to cry, it was all so much. What if she wasn’t okay?

“I don’t know, it happened so fast. I just wanted to help her. I said to leave my car…”

She heaves a breath through the sobs.

“I told her to leave it in the station.”

Clint leans further forward and takes her hand.

“Thank you,” he whispers, waiting until she looks up to meet his eyes.

“I think you might have saved her.”

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[serickswrites]

It Ends Here

Warnings: self sacrifice, exhaustion, magical exhaustion, unconsciousness

"No! It's a dead end. No!" Caretaker shouted hopelessly as they skidded to a halt. The others stopped behind them, each of them crying out their own lamentations. Whumper had been chasing them all through the system of caves for who knew how long. They had all been sure that this was the way out.

"There's only one way out of here," Whumpee said solemnly. They turned to face where they had all come from.

"Whumper and their minions are back that way! We can't go back, they'll vaporize us!" Teammate One cried.

"There has to be another way," Teammate Two said as they began to tap on the walls. "There has to be another way."

"We're going to die," Teammate Three said as they began to sob. They collapsed to their knees.

"We're not going to die. It ends here. Right here. Right now. We're ending this," Whumpee said angrily.

"What do you mean, Whumpee?" Caretaker didn't like the look in Whumpee's eyes.

"I can stall Whumper. I can stop them probably. But I can definitely stall them long enough for you all to escape," Whumpee said quickly as they started back down the tunnel. "Run as fast and far as you can. Warn everyone. There will be some who can help you."

"Whumpee, you can't do that! It's suicide!" Caretaker couldn't breathe past the panic gripping their heart.

"I'm the only one who can do this!" Whumpee shouted angrily. "So go! Run! I can take Whumper!"

Before Caretaker could offer more protest, Whumpee hurried down the tunnel. "Whumpee, wait!"

"Let them go, Caretaker, they're buying us time!" Teammate Three shouted as they started to run towards the end of the tunnel. Whumpee had turned right, trying to lure Whumper off. Teammate Three turned left.

Caretaker hesitated at the mouth of the tunnel. They could get to safety. They could get help. They could warn as many as they could. But they wouldn't be able to help Whumpee. To save Whumpee.

They turned away from the team's retreating backs and ran after Whumpee. They couldn't abandon Whumpee. They couldn't let Whumpee die alone.

Caretaker's chest was heaving by the time they reached where Whumper and Whumpee were facing off. The air was heavy with magic and Caretaker could barely breathe past it. Relief filled them as they saw Whumpee still standing, looking relatively unscathed.

Whumper, however, was faring poorly. Their minions had scattered and they were struggling to hold off Whumpee's power. With a cry of pain, Whumper collapsed and remained unmoving on the ground.

"You did it!" Caretaker said with a crow of delight. Whumpee had succeeded. They really were Whumper's match. They had beat Whumper.

Whumpee turned slowly, stumbling a step. "Caret'r," they mumbled as their knees buckled.

"Whumpee, no!" Caretaker shouted as they hurried forward, catching Whumpee before they smacked their face on the ground. "Say something, Whumpee!" Whumpee was limp and pliable in their arms.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker brushed back Whumpee's long hair. Their skin was hot to the touch and they were breathing rapidly. "Whumpee!" Caretaker repeated as they tapped Whumpee's cheek.

Whumpee didn't wake. They had completely exhausted themself. The use of power had been more than Caretaker had ever seen them muster. "Hold on, Whumpee. I'll get you to a healer. Just hold on."

They stood up and began to run. Magical exhaustion was dangerous, deadly even. They couldn't let Whumpee pay the ultimate sacrifice to beat Whumper. "Just hold on!"

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first death is always the hardest

WHUMPTOBER 2024 NO. 19 "BLOOD TRAIL"

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 19

Luffy x Reader

"Back off!"  You held up your sword.

"What's wrong, [Y/n]?" Luffy tried approaching you but pointed your weapon directly at him.

"Keep your claws away from me!"

Confusion plastered on Luffy's face. Your voice and movement were directed at him, yet your fear-infected eyes stared at the air above him.  Hostility projected from your stance, your teeth grinding together, and your eyes glowing a usual colour.

You were under the influence of a devil fruit.

Standing in front of your delusion eyes is a man you feared, Luffy nowhere to be seen.

"What are you talking about [Y/n]?" "Aw, scared now are we?"

"I'm not scared of you!" You take a step back.

"[Y/n], snap out of it!" Luffy frowned, walking toward you. "Are you sure about that?" The man grinned and stalked toward you.

"Stay- stay away..." You felt yourself shrinking the further you backed up.

The wall prevented you from any further escape. Luffy reached out to you. The man invaded your space. You swung your sword but Luffy knocked it out of your grasp the man yanked it out of your hand and threw it across the room.

"No...no..." you muttered, retracting your arms away from him.

Luffy wrapped his arms around you. The man engulfed you in his embrace.

"Let go- Let go of me!" You cried, pounding on his chest, but he didn't move. Tears poured down your cheeks as you felt his hand on the back of your head and pulling you closer. Your nose is forced to intake his scent yet as the smell enters your senses, you register to be warm and friendly.

Blinking away your tears, your resistance ceasing. Hesitantly, you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him.

Luffy.

You see Luffy.

Your breathing steadies. Your muscles relax.

"Luffy?"

"I'm here, [Y/n]."

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