#no. 27

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #27: "Muzzled" Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014); Captain America: Civil War (2016); The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (1.01)

[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.

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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."

[serickswrites]

First for Everything

Warnings: captivity, restraints, muzzle, torture, defiant whumpee, sensory deprivation

Whumper walked down the long hallway to the room they had locked Whumpee in almost twenty-four hours ago. They had thought Whumpee would have been easy to break.

They were wrong.

Not only was Whumpee bratty and defiant with their words, they also tried to fight Whumper with every breath they had. It was only after Whumpee had spat on Whumper five times and tried to bite Whumper three times that Whumper had decided they only had one course of action.

"You leave me no choice, Whumpee. This could have been far more pleasant for you." Whumper fastened the muzzle on Whumpee's face, tightening the straps painfully tight. "I would have been much more gentle if you had been a little nicer."

Whumpee glared at Whumper, growling through the muzzle. But they couldn't bite or spit. Whumper double checked the shackles around Whumpee's wrists. "I'm going to let you think on this for a bit," Whumper said as they headed towards the door. The windowless room had no source of light save the bulbs overhead. The walls were padded and all sound from the outside world was muffled. "You think good and hard about what you want to do the next time I come in, Whumpee."

Whumper left, flicking the light switch off. They chuckled to themself as they walked down the hall. They had muzzled Whumpee and left them alone in the quiet dark. Perhaps Whumpee would break much faster this way.

Sure enough, as Whumper opened the door and flicked on the light switch, they saw Whumpee curled around themself, completely silent and still. "Well, good morning, Whumpee."

Whumpee didn't acknowledge their presence. Whumpee stared off into space.

"Well, it would seem there's a first for everything," Whumper said as they knelt down in front of Whumpee, "I broke you without having to hurt you. This is most wonderful news because now I can have my fun with you without fear of going too far."

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[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 27 - Bedside Vigil

Warnings: dissociation/panic attack

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Clint tells Natasha some things about herself

Whumptober Masterlist/Masterlist of Fic / ao3

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PARIS / OCTOBER 05 / 19:33PM

Clint’s phone rings with a seeming urgency. He grabs it on the first ring, unwilling to wake either Natasha or Yelena, both of whom have fallen asleep on each other.

He should get some food, he thinks, as he answers.

He’s surprised that Fury is on the other line, the tone of his greeting ominous.

It sets Clint on edge.

“Sir.”

“Get back here,” Fury orders.

“Sir?”

“There’s been an attack,” he starts, “we have two widows with us and they want them back.”

He pauses.

“They also want Yelena.”

Clint’s stomach drops.

“In exchange for what?”

The answer makes Clint’s chest hurt.

“A cure.”

He hangs up the phone with more orders and a timeline, and turns to find Natasha standing at the door.

“How much did you hear?” he asks, putting the phone down and biting his lip.

“You can’t take her,” Natasha tells him, her face angry and set. Her fists are balled, ready to fight.

“I know,” he assures.

“I won’t let you.”

“I know, Nat, I know.”

He sighs.

“Is she still asleep?”

Natasha steps through the threshold and stands on the other side of the kitchen island.

“I don’t care if I’m like this forever, if all I have is bad memories, you can’t take her,” she insists, angrier now.

He hates that he’s made her feel this way, given everything. He would have protected her from even hearing the decision.

“I know, we aren’t going to, okay? I promise.”

She nods slowly, unsure whether to believe him. He wouldn’t believe his words either.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, turning his back and heading to the fridge.

He wishes he knew what to say. He used to be so good at it. But now? All he had was empty words and promises she doesn’t believe.

“So you’re my husband?”

He looks up dolefully.

“Yeah?”

He rubs his head and bites his lip.

“Tell me something about our lives.”

He almost smiles.

“What do you want to know?”

Clint turns to find her staring, the far off stare of dissociation and he curses thinking what he’s said wrong.

“Nat?”

“I’m… tell me anything?”

Fury had given in 5 hours to get back.

Be back by midnight.

He glances at the time.

It’s just gone 7.30.

He grabs the peanut butter and some crackers and starts to make her some food.

“Ummm. We have a house, by the beach in America. We don’t live here, we actually don’t live in the beach house either but we have a place near the avengers tower too.”

He hands her a peanut butter cracker and finds her watching him close.

“We have places we can go,” he hopes she understands.

“And people who will help us. We have friends,” he smiles.

Natasha’s disbelief at that statement seems comical before he it hits him how unbelievably sad that feels.

“I… helped you once, escape from them. The red room. We can get Yelena out. And one of our friends is a genius. So if there’s a cure, he will solve it.”

As he speaks, the confidence comes.

They’re not alone.

Fury is wrong.

He bites his own cracker and she follows suit.

She starts to eat and he wonders how long it’s been since she ate freely.

Not enough, he’ll bet.

Natasha nods.

“Will they… I’m not who I was five days ago. I can’t remember any of them. I can’t, even remember with visuals, with your words, all I can think is that I’m the monster they made me. All the shame, of being one of them, of being under their control, it makes me want to go back, if only to tear them down.”

Clint doesn’t answer.

He wants to tell her she’s not a monster but he’s sure that it will fall on deaf ears.

“There’s so many bad memories, Clint. They come thick and fast and I lose myself every time. I can’t hold onto good thoughts, I can’t hold onto anything that helps me to ground myself. Everything you tell me feels true; but it can’t be, I can’t be loved or a friend or even someone that other people trust. Do you know what I’ve done?”

The last words are whispered in anguish and Clint can’t stand still.

He hugs her, tries to pour all his love and protection into it.

Natasha doesn’t fight it, she melts into it.

The first familiar touch in days and she doesn’t want to leave.

They hear noises from the bedroom and separate, he squeezes her hand, walking her to the bedroom, finding Yelena still asleep, dreaming perhaps as she moves in bed.

“Nat,” he whispers. “Look at her. Do you think that she hasn’t done bad things? I could probably list three since we started looking for you.”

He thinks of the nut shot, and purses his lips.

“Do you hold any of it against her? The things the red room has made her do? Is it her fault? Or even, doing things to protect the ones she loves?”

Natasha watches her, the rise and fall of her chest, the crease in her forehead as she dreams.

“No.”

Clint knows it’s true.

“Then why would it be different for you?”

She shrugs.

“I have done so many bad things. The memories of them, they don’t stop. They rarely repeat, or if they do, then it just adds on more bad. And I can’t… I can’t make up for them. Not in this lifetime. They just keep coming and coming and I can’t get the images of little girls dying out of my head. I betrayed them. I led them to their deaths, Clint, the things I’ve done in their name, the things they told me to do that I just did without thought, they called me the Slavic Shadow, I killed and I murdered and oh god, there’s so much, I…”

She heaves a breath and her legs give out and her hands fly to her eyes, covering her face as her palms dig into the bruising on her face.

“Nat?”

He takes a step towards her.

She steps back and tries to breathe.

When it doesn’t come, she stares at him, terrified.

“Bay leaf. Bayleaf. Bay…”

She huffs.

Clint squats next to her, not touching but close enough that if Yelena woke, she wouldn’t see.

He waits until she meets his eyes. He knows, the panic attacks; the dread, the dissociation; everything that’s led her to this point, is catching up.

“They want you to feel this way,” he tells her softly.

“It’s why only the bad memories are there.”

“But I could tell you about the people you’ve saved, the changes that you’ve made to people’s lives by just being a part of it.”

He hesitates before taking her hand, wiping a tear in the process.

“They’re doing a good job,” she whispers, more to herself.

“What?”

“Of making me feel like I’m only good for one thing. They’re doing a good job.”

He stands to hug her, pulling her close.

“I can go in the other room and sleep,” Yelena says sarcastically.

“Both of you got at least 3 hours, but you decide that here is the best place for a deep and meaningful conversation?”

Natasha huffs out a laugh against her tears, and breaks out of Clint’s arms.

“Sorry,” she mumbles.

“I’m just saying there are better places, unless you’re keeping a bedside vigil.”

Clint shakes his head, and gathers his courage.

“There’s been a progression,” he tells her.

“The Red Room want you back.”

[selkienight60]

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #27 (2022)

Absolutely obsessed when comics do this lol

(B:TAS callback for my newer DC fan friends!)

[collectivelycreative]

the Materialism is getting to them i fear (4/19/26)

PT under cut

the materialism is getting to them i fear (4/19/26)

[hy-write-hei]

VOICELESS: Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

CW: gags, held at gunpoint, muzzles, human used as a test subject

A Whumpee rendered voiceless in public and unable to ask anyone for help. Maybe they have a mask/muffler on over a gag; when asked about it, Whumper will simply call it a unique fashion statement. Maybe Whumpee slips away from Whumper in a crowd and tries looking for somebody who can help them escape. They suddenly feel the warning press of a gun nozzle into their back and Whumper's warm breath on their neck, warning them not to spill the wrong secrets to the wrong people, or else things will get much worse.

"There we are. You look much prettier like this darling, trust me." "Mm- mmph!" "Still struggling, are you? Well, I'll fix that soon enough."

Whumpee being the only constantly muzzled test subject in the entirety of Whumper's lab. They may be one of Whumper's most pliable experiments, but their screams are just too heart-wrenching, full of too much humanity for the scientists to stay unbiased about their work. The muzzle may have been a bit overboard, but better safe than sorry, right?

my brain feels like a faulty car engine these days you know? like i have to rev my brain up before i can actually start forming proper whump lists lol anyways see you tomorrow for day 28!!