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[whump-kia]

HI [WAVES]

i am once again here for your boys. your dudes. your guys.

now hear me out. just a thought. it's a little bit more on the gore/violence part, so if it's not your thing I totally understand but: you know that thing where someone gets pinned to a table by a knife through their hand? i think that should happen to archie in the middle of a battle or a Situation.

(also because Simon gingerly bandaging Archie's wounded hand is an Image I Want To See.)

i hope it's an alright prompt to send in? if it's not your thing I totally understand!

-@whump-kia (with glee!)

HI KIA!!!

okay so. this was definitely not too gory of an ask or anything and i actually was very Very excited about this prompt, so it's pretty short only because i didn't want to think too hard about the context and situation (-｡-;) i just kind of jumped in to the action because i couldn't think of a good backstory so i hope thats ok!!

hope you enjoy!!

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Archie never considered himself a squeamish person.

Sure, blood and gore didn’t make him particularly happy, but he and Simon both had pretty strong stomachs due to their lines of work.

So he can’t quite place why the sight of the blade currently buried in his palm was making his stomach lurch so dangerously.

Maybe it’s the overpowering smell of metal assaulting Archie’s enhanced olfaction, or maybe it’s the way he can quite literally feel his nerves shift whenever his finger so much as twitches.

It didn’t matter. He just wants it out.

The man he had been fighting was strategic. He knew how to get his enemy into the position he wanted them in while still giving them the impression that they were in control.

And that was how he managed to get Archie. Archie tended to fight with his legs. When the man pushed him to the table, he assumed he’d be able to throw a quick kick to end the entire conflict then and there, and.. well, he did manage to knock the guy out, but not before a knife was pinning him to the table.

Archie sighs and looks away from the hand before his lunch decides to make a reappearance.

He really only has one option for what to do. He silently hopes Simon is home.

He manages to scoot on the table enough to sit up and get a better angle at the wound. He takes his free hand and wraps it around the handle of the blade, intaking a sharp breath and gritting his teeth before slowly, carefully pulling it through the table, then his flesh, and then out. He feels the skin being moved as the metal slides against it, and it's enough to make him retch.

Unsurprisingly, blood begins to pour from the wound immediately. Every nerve is alight with pain, but also discomfort. His hand feels weak. He tries to make a fist, but finds that the pain flares instantaneously, and abandons the idea.

Alright. Think. What would Simon tell you to do.

Vague lectures of the dangers of opens wounds and blood loss come to his mind. He looks around for something to use to apply pressure to the wound, and eventually settles on ripping a piece of his (unconscious) assailant's shirt off.

He hesitantly brings his gaze back to the wound and grimaces. God, it looks so gross. He shudders.

After wrapping his hand in the fabric, he begins his journey to find the one person he knows can fix this.

••••

Simon had been sleeping deeply when he heard the knock at the window.

He’s still half asleep when he gets up to see how Archie managed to injure himself this time. His hair is mussed and his eyes are drowsy, but as soon as he sees the blood dripping through Archie's hastily-wrapped palm, he wakes right up.

“Fuck Archie, get in here..” He murmurs, voice still hoarse.

Archie climbs in, surprisingly calm for how much he is bleeding. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Simon stifles an eye-roll as he ushers Archie to sit on the couch.

“I was. It’s fine. You’re cleary in an.. urgent situation,” He huffs, gently taking Archie’s hand and methodically unwrapping the fabric. "How did this even happen?"

Archie instantly pales.

“Archie?”

“C-Can’t look at it. Gonna puke.”

Simon smirks.

“You’ve quite literally been impaled before and didn't bat an eye. You’re telling me this is the thing that finally gets you?”

“Less talking, more wound dressing please,” Archie means to sound demanding, but it comes out as more of a whiny plea.

Simon laughs softly as he begins to tend to the wound. His hands move quickly, but exceedingly gently. He cleans and sutures the wound, and by now, Archie is able to look at it without going white as a ghost.

While Simon is swathing his hand with proper dressings, he stifles a yawn. That interrupted nap was his first time sleeping in 2 days, after all. Archie picks up on it rather easily.

“Could we watch a movie or something? I need to get that image out of my head,” He half-lies, motioning to his now carefully wrapped hand.

Simon nods, but his eyelids are already drooping. They settle on the couch and put on a random Disney movie Archie's seen hundreds of times.

They're only sitting for a few minutes when Simon begins to nod off. Eventually, his head finds a place nestled on Archie's shoulder and Archie doesn't dare move an inch.

He's gonna let Simon rest if it's the last thing he does.

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[whump-kia]

this is not a prompt but a question solely for my Joy and Happiness: if you had to assign a song for morri and jj what would they be and why?

(bonus if you had to describe their relationship in a song what would it be)

my draft deleted. take two!

also. i see your other ask! it will be done! it has not been forgotten!! just in the works :) onto the songs. you get more than one each because I love them. onto the cut!

Morrigan

Stay by The Score

The biggest issue for Morrigan is identity. Their main goal is to find out who they are, and even harder, to stick to it. Manipulation is second nature to them--which mask is their real face?

For The Departed by Shayfer James

They never even knew they were a criminal. Isn't that harsh? They were programmed to kill, and taught to love. Every time they stand beside JJ, something inside them can only see how bright he is. And how dark their shadow is cast.

JJ

Stronger than Ever by Raleigh Ritchie

This song fits JJ. He's supposed to be a hero, supposed to save lives, but everything is so convoluted and complicated and scary. All he can do is struggle through it, and hope one day he can walk forward without the world falling apart beneath his feet.

Rules by The Hoosiers

It's all so unfair. The world has gone to shit. JJ's life, the golden years, passed while he was asleep. He's horribly and painfully nostalgic for a life he never got to live. But he has no say--he just wants to make a difference. He's so tired of chasing after change.

Both

Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

This song is genuinely one of my favorites, and it fits a little too well here. It doesn't matter what you've done. You can kill, murder, maim, assassinate, destroy. It doesn't matter what the world comes to, or who's on your tail, or what's haunting you in your past, because you're walking home to me.

The Coldest Goodbye from Spies Are Forever

I'm putting this on here because this musical soundtrack is what I listen to for Morrigan and JJ. I would've put the title track, but this one is calmer and more eerie. JJ is a hero, and there's no retirement for that. Morrigan has killed. They can't ever forget it. And now they're partners in crime. It's twisted. It's crime-thriller. It's extremely homosexual. So it had to be on here.

[whump-kia]

Another question… Can we use Heat Exhaustion instead of Heat Stroke for “Summer is a curse?���

For sure! Either works. Whichever is more fun :)

[whump-kia]

this little fic is heavily heavily inspired by this post from @whump-kia because i just couldnt get the idea out of my silly brain so i brain vomited onto my notes app

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kinda sorta wilderness/sci-fi/apocolypse setting.. it honestly could go all ways but the important factors are 1) they are in a team 2) there are enemies they are on the run from and 3) there isnt really magic healing or anything available

i wrote it as medic kinda being the most competent one in general while leader and teammate are frazzled as hell at the situation and could be read as newer to the team but that isn't necessarily my intention!

whumpee: Medic

caretaker(s): Leader and Teammate

[all characters gender neutral]

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The room fell silent. All eyes were suddenly trained on Medic who threw open the door and staggered in.

With a dagger wedged in their side.

The team had been on the run from enemies for the better part of a week now. Even though they weren't completely in the clear, the team was completely worn out. They all needed a good rest.

They were setting up camp at one of their many bases, and Medic offered to scout the area alone. Leader honestly didn’t think it was a good idea, but they were too preoccupied to think to argue it further.

Now, they sincerely wished they had.

“Medic.. oh god, oh god” whispered Teammate.

“Ambush,” They explained. “It’s.. it’s okay, I took care of it..” Medic replied cooly, but the color was quickly draining from their face. Teammate frowned and continued questioning them, but Leader heard none of it.

Leader took a shaky breath, but their feet were planted. They couldn’t move. They were frozen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. No, Medic was untouchable. Medic was steadfast and reliable, always there when the team needed them.

Medic wasn’t supposed to go out like this. Medic wasn’t supposed to get hurt.

Leader’s breathing hitched again. Their head was reeling. What were they going to do?! No one on the team was qualified to fix this other than the person dripping blood all over the floor, yet it was still Leader’s job to do something. It was too much, it was too—

“Leader.”

Medic’s voice cut through the room like a knife through butter.

“I need you to listen to me. Carefully. Can you do that?”

Leader swallowed the lump in their throat. They nodded.

Medic took another step forward, only for their foot to catch on the ground, sending them stumbling forward. Teammate caught them by the upper arm and unceremoniously lowered them to the ground.

“Alright,” Medic began. Their face was scrunched up in pain. “Leader. I’m going to walk you through how to fix this, okay? I'm going to be fine.”

“Right. Right, I can help you.. just- just tell me what to do.” Leader said, forcing their voice to remain steady.

“Do you see that fire poker over there? I’m going to need you to grab it and stick the end of it into the fire. We want it to get really hot, okay?” Medic explained methodically.

If it weren’t for the blade sticking out of Medic’s middle, you’d think there was nothing even wrong with them. They seemed like everything was under control. They really seemed fine.

But not to their team.

No, their team didn’t miss Medic’s pallor, the way their eyebrows were pinched together, the way the sweat was beading on their brow. Their team didn’t miss the way their hands were trembling, the way their gaze was glassy, and the way they were slumped against the wall, seemingly sapped of their strength.

Medic was fighting to hold on, but it was a losing battle. They really didn’t have much time before they passed out from blood loss, or worse.

Leader’s resolve came back to them all at once. They nodded sharply and did as they were told, sticking the poker into the fire and leaving it on the hearth. While the team waited anxiously for the poker to heat up, Leader took the opportunity to adjust Medic into a more comfortable position against the wall. This earned a strangled grunt from Medic.

“Okay, Leader.. this.. this is important. Once that poker gets red-hot, you’re.. you’re going to have to pull out the blade from my wound and cauterize it.. immediately.” They choked out, shifting to give Leader a better view of their abdomen.

Leader’s face blanched.

“Cauterize?? Why not sutures? Surely that’s less painful,” Leader protested, only to be shushed by Medic raising their hand.

“I don’t have.. I can’t stay awake to walk you through that.. cau.. cauterization is.. quicker..”

Leader could tell Medic was reaching their limit. The wound, despite being partially plugged by the dagger, had been steadily dripping blood for a while now. Leader could tell by the way Medic’s voice was faltering and the way their shoulders were drooping that they were utterly spent. They had to hurry up.

Leader glanced at the fire poker, and upon seeing it burning hot, they grabbed a towel and picked it up.

“Alright. What’s next.”

Medic steeled their nerves and spoke.

“You and Teamate will have to work together. Leader, you’ll.. you’ll need to pull out the dagger and immediately press the poker along th.. the wound.. As soon as you pull it out, it’s going to start bleeding even faster.. you need to seal it immediately, just until the bleeding stops..”

Leader nods, though they hate this with every fiber of their being. They’ve never had to have had a wound cauterized before, thanks to Medic’s dilligency. Still, they know the procedure is agonizing and not one they are thrilled to perform on Medic.

Medic gaze flits to Teammate.

“You.. you have a very important job.. I need.. I’m gonna need you to hold me down. As soon as that metal hits my skin, I’m going to scream. I mean really scream. I’m also going to jerk away. I need you to hold me down, no.. no matter what happens, even if I pass out, so Leader doesn’t end up making the wound worse. Can you do that?”

Teammate frowns, but gives a quick nod. Teammate was always more timid, but now, in this moment, their jaw was set and there was a determined glint in their eyes. By God, they were going to help Medic.

Leader got up and sat on Medic’s legs to restrain them, and held the fire poker at their side. Using their free hand they gently grasped the handle of the blade sticking out of Medic, careful not to jostle it in the wound. Still, Medic inhaled sharply.

Teammate got behind Medic looping their arms behind theirs and holding them tight.

“Alright.. just.. just give me a count down..” Medic said, their voice low.

Leader nodded.

“3.”

Medic sucked in a breath.

“2.”

Teammate tightened their grip.

“1.”

Everything that happened after that countdown couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds, but to Medic, it felt like 10 years.

As soon as the dagger was removed, Leader pressed the hot metal into the wound. The guttural scream that tore from Medic’s throat was nausea-inducing.

Immediately, every muscle in their body seized up as they violently thrashed against the white-hot pain. Medic’s sobs rang out through the entire facility. Everyone in the vicinity flinched at the sound.

Their Medic, their savior, was now reduced to gut-wrenching cries.

Leader adjusted themself to sit on Medic’s thighs, effectively immobilizing them.

Teammate had to yank Medic’s arms down, using all their strength to keep them still.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry..” Teammate whispered softly, tears blurring their vision.

Right as Leader was about to finish sealing the wound, Medic let out a gurgling gasp as their eyes rolled back into their head and they went limp.

“Medic? Hey, Medic?” Teammate mewled, lightly tapping their cheek.

Both Leader and Teammate finally loosened their grip on them and lowered Medic to the ground with as much care as they could muster.

“Hey, c’mon Medic.. wake up for us, yeah?” Leader coaxed, brushing a strand of hair from Medic’s eyes.

Medic’s eyelids finally fluttered open, but they looked utterly exhausted. Their face was streaked with sweat and there were tears tracks lining their pale cheeks. Still, they gave a weak smile.

“You.. you guys did great..” They managed, but not before their eyes slipped close yet again.

Both Leader and Teammate exchanged a laugh at how absurd it was that Medic was praising them for doing well. Still, the worst of it was over and everyone could breathe again. They knew they should get Medic up and into medbay, but they silently agreed to let Medic rest for a few moments longer.

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[whump-kia]

ok THIS IS MY LAST REQUEST OF THE NIGHT so please take your time if you can’t do it rn but i’ve genuinely LOVED seeing your prompt fills this is so so so fun and im so happy

okay this time it’s jj’s turn to be whumped because he has had it far too good for far too long (for 2 fics)

a scenario that immediately comes to mind is jj with a NASTY fever. i’m talking an utterly debilitating fever that he has to push past for some reason, and morri only notices/realizes when they find him asleep at his desk/wherever makes sense, looking absolutely exhausted and practically delirious because his body just… couldn’t keep up anymore

preferably fluffy if you’re in the mood, but it it takes angst to get to that fluffy ending it’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make

my deepest apologies bug it turned out more angst than fluff. however. you are totally right and JJ needed the worst fever known to man.

here you go!!!

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The worst part about it all, is that he's alone.

Journey is a team player, usually. Especially before he was iced. JJ was a confident leader, a warm director, he knew people's strengths and how to protect them. He always had someone to fall back on. But the Cages were stretched thin, and they needed information, desperately.

Breaks aren't common when you're the Hero of the City. So Journey persists, and JJ shivers uncontrollably in his jacket.

He walks as quick as his legs will let him through the halls, pleading the forces that be to keep everyone else away from him--he wouldn't be any good at acting like he's meant to be here.

Morrigan would be better at this. Morrigan would be unbothered by the heat trapped between his jacket and skin, and how it does nothing to soothe the wracking shivers down his spine. Morrigan would be in and out, no problem, like they've done a thousand times before.

But Morrigan had a different mission. So JJ is alone.

Terribly, horribly, alone.

His breath hitches. God, he wishes he was at home right now. But he takes a left, scurried down a hall, and meets the first door.

He pulls up a stolen keycard from the guard he knocked out on the way in, and it buzzes. He pushes through into a connecting room, with plain white chairs like waiting rooms.

JJ moves onward and to the right, and pulls out a burner phone. The next door opens when he presses the fake code of an eye into its lense--something Morrigan cooked up on their own--and he swings it open, pulling the jacket tighter around him and shaking his head against the sudden onslaught of dizziness.

Glancing around, he finds the desk.

Perfect.

This is a science officer's desk. There's a diploma hung on the wall, signed with scribbly writing, and there's several papers and clipboards sprawled about the poorly lit and moderately cramped room. He stalks over, and begins snapping photos of as many pages as he can.

Morrigan would just be scanning them. They'd have the information downloaded.

God, he's fucking useless.

"Keep going," their voice whispers. "The only way out is through. You're almost through."

He wants to cry. His hands are shaking. He can't take a breath. Everything's too cold and too warm and he's dizzy and he just wants to go home, go to Morrigan, go to sleep.

He snaps the last photo.

"Okay. Out. There's a service elevator."

If it weren't for the fear pressing against his throat, JJ would be worried about hearing voices. But he can't help the wave of relief he gets and the thought of maybe, maybe not actually being alone.

Service elevator. Check. With raw and desperate strength, he pries it open and carefully grabs the cables, wrapping his legs and arms securely. The journey down is a long one. But he's never one to shy away from something difficult.

Even if he really, really wants to.

By the time he's sitting on top of the elevator car, there are tears in his eyes, his limbs are completely numb, and he nearly collapses when his legs give out. But somehow, he pulls the emergency door open. Somehow, he slides down into the car.

"Almost there," someone whispers, and he can't tell if it's him or Morrigan.

He presses the ground floor button. The rocketing of the car makes him want to vomit, but he grips the handles as tight as he can, and waits it out.

The doors open. JJ tries to put on a brave face.

Marching through, as quick as his wrecked limbs carry him, he keeps his head down and takes gulping breaths. Fresh air would be so nice right now. So would being at home. So would...

"Sir, are you alright?"

It's the lady at the front desk. She's standing, watching him approach with concern.

He nods shakily, not stopping. "Peachy."

"Wait, hey! You look really pale, you should sit down, I can call someone--"

"I, uh, live not far from here, I'm fine," he tries to reassure through the thick tongue in his mouth, "I'm going, I'll be out of your hair soon."

"Sir--"

JJ picks up speed and throws open the doors to the big city. The fresh air is nice, pushes away some of the vertigo, but the horrible trembling that takes over his body is much, much worse.

"Left turn on 17th," Morrigan's voice urges. "You're out of the hard part. Now you need to get home."

The walk to his apartment is arduous. It's long. Chicago is not a small city, he knows this, but he'd give anything to be living in some bullshir farm in South Dakota again, where the market is three blocks away from his house, where his brothers could carry him, where home is.

When he finally stands in front of the door to his apartment, he doesn't know where he is.

A scramble for his keys, a few more steps, and the warmth of his living room finally catches the cold off guard. For a small, brilliant moment, he is finally warm.

The exhaustion hits him. His legs give out.

"Morrigan," he whispers. He clutches the side of his couch, eyes fluttering shut against the sudden spinning of the room. "What do I do now?"

Something inside him reminds him--he has to report back on the mission. He's not done. God, when can he be done?

JJ furrows his brows, grits his teeth, and forces himself up off the floor. His feet drag. He places both hands firmly on his desk, and collapses into his chair, pulling out the burner phone and locking it away in the drawer.

He grabs a pencil. His eyes blur. He begins to write.

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Morrigan has blood on their cheek. It's not a big deal, certainly not theirs, but it's quiet obvious and hard to hide. They'd wipe it off, but JJ has a sink they can wash their face in.

They're closer to his apartment than their own underground room. And they have a key, anyway.

The door is unlocked.

Morrigan shifts their posture into something defensive, and gently pushes into the room. Their eyes dart quickly around, cataloging the untouched mess of clothes on the couch, the handful of dishes drying on the rack--

Oh, JJ.

"Hey. Jace. Wake up." They're by his side in less than a second, shaking his shoulder, hot to the touch.

He moans, and shifts, but doesn't wake, instead revealing the notepad on the desk. Written in messy handwriting, repeatedly, is, "I want to go home."

Oh, Jace. What did you do?

Morrigan throws open the bedroom door and shoves off a pile of clothes, pulling the covers back. They find a glass and fill it with water, and grab a bottle of Tylenol to set on the nightstand.

Returning to the living room, they hoist JJ up into their arms in a fireman's carry.

Jace is warm. Too warm. They can feel the muscles twitch in an attempt to reorient himself, help Morrigan carry him, but all it does is send a wave of trembling down his body.

Morrigan tucks him in. "Journey, report."

It's a cruel way to wake him. It works nonetheless. JJ's eyes snap open, and the dilated pupils blow wide. He glances around. "Sir."

"Tell me what happened."

"Mission successful. One witness post-seizure. Burner phone protected. No injuries, or property damage. One guard neutralized, no fatalities." His eyes are glazed over, and he mutters it with slurred words, like he's said these things half a million times.

Even five years asleep can't get rid of thorough training. Morrigan's chest hurts.

"JJ, you're home safe. You don't need to be Journey right now."

"Mmm?"

The sound is heartbreaking. It's partially a whimper, like he thinks it's too good to be true. Like it's a test.

Morrigan threads their fingers through his hair, as gently as they can manage through the sweat-soaked strands. "It's me, Jace. Come back, okay?"

JJ leans his face into their hand and whines. "Not here. You're not 'ere. Just imagining it."

"I'm right here. You need to take some medicine, okay?"

"'Kay, Morri." JJ starts to get up.

"Hey, no, I have it here--" Morrigan pushes his chest back into the pillows, and grabs the pill. "Here. Open?"

His jaw drops. He looks up at him, dumbstruck. "Morri?"

They hum, grabbing the water too. "Yes, JJ?"

"You're really here?"

"In the fabricated flesh."

There's a hitched breath. Morrigan glances over, and sees a tear fall down his cheek.

They nearly drop the glass, reaching over to take his face in their hands, looking them over. "Jace, what's wrong?"

"Don't feel well," he mutters. It's as honest as he's ever been. Which is deeply concerning.

"I'm here," they soothe. "I'll take care of you."

He grabs their hand, tightly. "'Kay."

"Now take your medicine, and then you can go to sleep."

"Won't leave?" he asks, looking up through already half lidded eyes. "Please?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Morrigan promises. "Not for the world."

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i don't usually do POV switches but this one felt necessary. this was so fun to write. i love my guys!!! i love them so much!!!!

thank you for the asks bug!!! always feel free to send more, it's so much fun to trade guy rambling with you! :DDD i am sorry it wasn't as fluffy. but JJ seems to be very sad when he's sick. morri cuddles him later. i decree it so

[whump-kia]

hiii me again!!

okay here is a thought that has been bouncing around in my head like a tv logo on a black screen

again, feel free to modify if its not accurate/doesnt make sense BUT

so even though morri has their limits when it comes to cold weather, i'd imagine theyre still a bit more resistant to it than your typical human, especially one that was in cryosleep for 5 years

so i propose that he and morri are on a mission in the dead of winter and theyre just pushing forward because, yknow, it has to get done, and morri is so focused on the task at hand that they don't realize that their partner is halfway hypothermic until jj makes it known somehow (i'll leave that up to you)

i love your writing so much im so excited to read anything you write ｡(^▽^)ゞ

okay so because the other one is pure fluff I made this one far more whump and angst. poor morri just gets all the bad shit huh

anyway!!! here u go bug!!!

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The best part about being fully robotic is the intimate understanding Morrigan gets with everyday machines. The toaster isn't going to work when it's dirty, and Morri finds that reasonable. The microwave doesn't like tinfoil, and that boundary should be respected.

And cars, especially old ones, do not like being cold.

A sentiment Morrigan deeply shares.

"I know," they murmur soothingly to the engine of their pickup. They inch closer to the hood. "You just need to start. It'll be warmer then."

It's a while before they find the problem. Morrigan is no mechanic. All they have is an understanding of how things work; a knowledge of progression from problem to solution. They futz with the engine, snuggling as close to the car as they can to get away from the snow caring their boots and hoot and hair.

Finally, something shifts. "Try it now," they yell over the wind.

JJ turns the key from inside the ratty pickup.

Several, heartbreaking seconds later, he lets go. "No dice," he shouts.

Morrigan sighs. Their breath would be visible in the air, if they could see anything to begin with. Back to trial and error.

They lean over the engine and study it thoroughly. Coolant, oil, power steering, all where they need to be. Everything between is complete and utter jargon. But if they don't fix this, JJ's going to freeze to death.

Cold is the problem. Getting the car started is the solution. There is no other way to keep JJ alive.

Humans are fragile. Morrigan despises it.

"Take a break, Mor, you're bluer than your eyes!"

"Can't," they yell back. "The pickup won't stop us from freezing if it's dead."

"Five minutes!"

They ignore him, focusing instead on a section of pipes, or tubes, maybe cords, from beneath a bigger piece of plastic. Something seems out of place here.

Morrigan closes their eyes for just a second. Just enough to reach for a manual, or any piece of information they might have downloaded in the past.

"--Morri, Mor, hey, there you are, you need to come inside the car right now."

"Jace...?"

It's suddenly much, much harder to see. They can't differentiate between the snow and the light warnings across their vision. Their ears are ringing.

"Yeah, it's me. C'mon."

The balance system shrieks as they're suddenly on their side, lifted from the ground. JJ deposits them unceremoniously inside the cab of the pickup, and climbs in after, slamming the door.

Without the howling of the wind, the ringing in their ears gets far louder.

"Morrigan, you can't do this, you can't work until there's nothing left. You're gonna get yourself killed."

"Can't die," they say matter-of-factly. Not like you. "Just get replaced."

JJ's hands still from where they were trying to rub warmth back into their fingers. He sighs, and squeezes. "I don't care, 'kay? Now focus on warming up. You feel like ice."

They internally click off the cooling system, forcing the inner components to carry their heat a little further through the body. Normally this would be dangerous, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

And if Jace Vela Journey is being serious, it's desperate times indeed.

Something heavy is placed on their shoulders and they flinch, slightly, at the new weight. "Here. You need it more than I do."

JJ looks far colder without his thick wool letterman on, the tank top beneath bare in the black interior.

"Hey, no," Morrigan tries to protest, but their jaw is suddenly clattering too much to get the words out. He's human, he'll die without it, he can't--

"Give me your hands," JJ says.

They can't move. Their joints have locked, clicking like ice. He takes their hands anyway, blowing hot breath on them, massaging it in.

Morrigan tries to tell him he's going to freeze to death. His blood will turn to ice. His skin will go white and dead, his body will shiver uncontrollably and then go horribly still, his eyes will close for the last time.

It's a logical progression from problem to solution.

Morrigan tries again to speak, but all that comes out is a jumble of noise.

"Hey," JJ says soothingly. "The storm will pass. It'll be okay. Just a long night."

They try to shake their head, and it jerks uncontrollably instead, a popping in their joint. Their body is too cold to function.

"Relax." JJ pulls them against him, and rubs a hand across their shoulder. "It'll be alright. I'll warm you up."

That's not what matters, Morrigan would scream. But nothing comes out.

Nothing but a strangled whimper.

It's going to be long, long night indeed.

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and then the storm passes and they're warm and happy ANYWAY morri is so fun to write. i love their mental pathways. and jj apparently is just incredibly huggable. i think i want to hug him

thank you for the ask bug!!! i hope this is satisfactory?

[whump-kia]

okay i have a proposition.

i have this idea that i can't get out of my head but i have a feeling it might not be in character/plausible so feel free to change it or message me if it is But

is there any scenario where a glitch to morri's personality systems would like. make them act completely out of character but not necessarily in a distressed way?? like they either become super happy and affectionate or like sad and weepy or even just act vaguely drunk/silly? i know its kind of a weird ask and its not really whumpy but i just think it would be so silly to see that side of them and jj's reaction to it ( ๑˘ω˘ )

feel free to make it whumpy if you can too! i'd be very interested to see that, but either way i have another whumpy ask ill send in a bit!

bug. bug your MIND. okay this one is short but incredibly sweet. and it is not beta'd because I was so excited to write it and I love it a lot so thank you for the ask bug I dedicate this one to you!!!

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"What on earth are you doing."

"Hugging you." That's all Morrigan says in response. Their arms are wrapped around JJ's shoulders from behind the couch, snug and warm, and their hair is infuriatingly tickling his left ear where their chin rests. "Do you want me to stop?"

JJ lets out a short breath. He is very, very confused. "...Uh, no, you don't have to stop, just. Since when did you get cuddly?"

"Am I being cuddly?" Their head tilts, nudging his ear. "I'm just hugging you."

"Yeah, I noticed that. Is there any particular reason?"

Morrigan stops to think. It's strange, hearing the soft hum of their breath behind him, as close as they are. Morri isn't touchy, and he doesn't mind respecting their space, so whatever the fuck this is, it's nothing short of seriously freaky.

"You seem... stressed." Morrigan releases him, and maneuvers to sit next to him. The couch dips, and they fold their hands. "I want to help."

"Stressed? I mean, maybe. I just got the new assignment, so I'm a little tense, but..."

Morrigan leans their head on his shoulder.

He stops in his tracks. "Morri?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you... okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you? Your shoulder is very tense."

JJ barely scoffs. "Yeah. You're laying on it. Forgive me if that's a bit surprising."

"It's supposed to make you relax," they say, frowning and sitting up. "Could I hold your hand instead?"

"Uh--?"

"Or maybe..."

Morrigan then lays fully down and rests their head in his lap, all while JJ holds both hands up in complete and utter bewilderment. What on earth is happening?

"Woah, Morri. Hey. Snap out of it. Who are you, and what have you done to my robot?"

"Not your robot," Morrigan corrects neutrally, "and I'm trying to help you. Physical contact is supposed to help stress levels. Your heart rate is increasing, though, am I doing it wrong?"

"Okay, Baymax." JJ gently pushes them upright, and holds them by the shoulders. "Do me a favor and run a system diagnostic."

"Copy."

Their eyes blink rapidly. The left one shutters into a solid yellow, the color oddly cold for its shade. Morrigan goes motionless for several seconds.

Eventually, they jolt. "Oh."

"Oh?"

One eye blinks as they readjust. "Small bug. I... am overreacting."

JJ tilts his head, confused. See, normally, an 'overreaction' ends in several hours of dissociation or trying to coax down his friend from committing murder. This doesn't seem like an overreaction. It's strange, but nothing close to what he's used to. "To what?"

"You."

"Excuse me?"

Morrigan takes a breath, flinching back. "Sorry. I'm sorting it. You're registering as a target."

JJ tries to relax. "That is a lot more threatening than the hug you gave me."

"No, I was trying to--" They frown, frustrated. "You're stressed. I'm reading it as a threat. I tried to calm you down. Make you less of a threat. Best option was to hug you."

"Oh." He nods, and breathes out, doing everything he can to make himself look harmless. "Makes sense. Are you still reading me as a threat?"

Their eyes glaze over, the way they do when they're looking at something only they can see. "Yes."

"Want to fix that?"

Morrigan's eyes focus immediately. "What?"

JJ opens his arms in an invite. He wiggles his eyebrows. "Sort out the bug with some cuddles, Morri, c'mon! I give great hugs."

"You are..." Their gaze is captured by something, for just a moment. They sigh, heavily, and lean in for the hug. "...an absolute moron," they mutter into his shirt.

"Hey. Is it helping?"

Morrigan settles against their chest, curled up adorably. Their eyelids flutter shut, no doubt working through whatever line of code snapped in their systems. It'll take a while to fix it all. "I suppose."

"Then I'm a genius."

"Shush."

"Sort it out, cuddle bug."

"Never call me that again."

(JJ wouldn't mention it to anyone. But Morrigan enters stasis there, in his arms. And even if the couch is less than comfortable, and he has a mission early in the morning on the other side of town, he doesn't move an inch.)

(Because Morrigan, despite everything, is very very warm. And JJ wouldn't let go for the world.)

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this is tooth-rotting fluff and I Don't Care it was SO FUN TO WRITE so I hope this fulfills your ask!!! thank you bug!!!!

[whump-kia]

Hello, Kia! I’m here for your precious darlings :) Specifically for Morrigan!

This may be a strange request, though…

Basically I want to see Morrigan’s “urinary” system (or whatever it is) malfunctioning. As far as I understood, it allows them to get rid off used liquid (coolant or oils), which means if it’s not working properly, Morrigan would experience all this extra liquid buildup, which in turn could damage the tubes, resulting in the liquid being trapped in between their organs. Probably not pleasant. Definitely not easy to fix.

P.S.: it’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to write this prompt, I understand! I know it’s a bit gross, so I’m sorry in advance!

Sincerely yours, anon with whumperflies

hello anon!!! thank you so much for this ask! it's a very interesting thing to consider, and I had fun exploring it even if it's a wee bit short to do an actual in-depth broken-to-fixed scenario. however! i really love writing Morrigan's back and forth. for a robot, they are rather sporadic in their thought processes.

i treat more like internal bleeding in this! that's where my mind went, so I followed that path :>

anyway!! enjoy :)

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There is an error code on the bottom of Morrigan's vision.

Most of the time, they ignore the little red warnings. It's usually just a speck of dust, or a forgotten bracket, and their system can sort it out on its own.

However. This only popped up after Morrigan was caught.

Morrigan never gets caught. They have a mission, a job to do, and they are efficient and waste nothing. If they need to be unseen, they are unseen. But they were caught.

It didn't end well.

"Just get out," JJ's voice whispers in their ear. "Whatever you have to do, do it."

"I know, I've got it." they mutter, passing the receptionist with a haughty glare.

"How's your side?"

It throbs, slowly. They never got a chance to see if what hit them was a blade or just a terribly sharp-knuckled fist, but the ache is burrowing deep and the error flares bright in their vision.

"It's fine," they say, automatically. JJ needs to focus, and the status would only cause him undue stress. "I'll be right with you. Standby."

"Alright. Do your thing, Morri."

They fix the collar of their blazer with a huff, rolling their eyes at the young man wheeling his fake luggage. "I see they never improved the damn service in this place?"

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, sir," the butler says, leading them to the elevators. "We had a resident forget to check out, it's--"

"I don't care." Morrigan is pitching their voice lower, leaning into the gravel. There's a pang in the left quadrant of their torso, and a new error pops up on top of the first. Without stopping, they use the irritation and push further. "I have been waiting for far too long to get in. I'll have to get a word with your supervisors."

"That--won't be necessary, sir, we've moved you into the suite!" The butler babbles.

Score. The further away they get from the four unconcious security guards in the closet, the better. Morrigan sighs with as much rich aristocratic energy as they can muster. "I suppose," they mutter, checking their watch.

The pang of pain in their torso grows, like pressure against their false hipbone. They watch it, half interested, half concerned, while the elevator is called.

"Right this way!"

The butler ushers them through the hallways, dripping with gaudy panels and portraits. Morrigan has to suppress the urge to turn their nose up in disdain. They take a breath, their side hitching along with it.

Something... pops.

Three more messages flare up. They're not just errors now. Morrigan is malfunctioning. In the middle of a mission. And it's not letting up. There's pressure, increasing now, painfully tight against their hipbone.

"This is your room, sir, now let me know if--"

"Out," they growl, shoving the man out of the way and slamming the door.

One hand cradles their side. The other taps their earpiece. "Journey."

"Right here. What do you need?"

"I--" they wince, whatever gasket or vein that popped in their stomach throbbing once in protest. Morrigan glances over the error readings.

<kid1.damage-green-0.17>

<leak!-kid.1//3%pm>

<leak!kid.1//16%pm>

<leak!kid.1//24%pm.URGENT>

<kid1.damage-RED-11.8.URGENT>

They clear their throat. If not for the urgent warning, they would've said nothing. A fan inside their chest begins to whir nervously. "Filtering system is breaking. Liquid buildup."

"Oh, shit. How bad?"

A bright red alert flashes across their center vision.

<kid.1-OFFLINE>

"Capital B." Morrigan leans their head back against the door and takes breath. "Can you find me an exit?"

"Already working on it."

If only there was a way for them to manually turn off pain recognition. But that would be asinine. It doesn't help that each movement sends the pressure further into their stomach, and now something is pressing up against their artificial lungs.

"Status, Journey?" Their voice pushes harshly, accompanied by a strained whistle. Of all their systems to malfunction, the filters are the least dangerous. But it hurts like hell when they pull themselves off the door, now that it feels like molten lava has been poured into their stomach.

"Find the back fire exit stairway and exit on the second floor."

"Copy." Their voice is a hiss now. It's getting hard to breathe.

The stairs are the worst part. Morrigan cradles their side with their left arm, using their right to brace themselves against the wall, basically sliding down each step with the pace of a drunk snail. Another twinge in their hip--something gives.

Their hip locks up.

"Fuck," they whisper, vehemently, and drag in a hoarse breath. "Come on. Two steps. Only solution."

"Morrigan?"

"Hush," they whisper, closing their eyes as tightly as they can against the wave of pain. It's like a balloon, pressing into their ribs, lungs, between their bones. "Open."

The door opens. JJ is already looping their arms around his shoulders, dragging him out. "C'mon, c'mon, I can give you a checkup, maybe stabilize you, but we gotta get out of here first."

They just bite their lip against the newest warnings.

<filtering.sys-offline.URGENT-seek.technician>

Morrigan scoffs. Seek technician, alright. A full mechanic failure from a punch to the gut? God, who do they think they are? Flawless machine, fucking stupid.

"Hey. Hey. Morri, you're glazing out again."

"Here," they say. It's odd, but their lips feel swollen. Or maybe they're just not moving as fast as they should.

"Stay that way. C'mon."

JJ lets them rest on the wall, pulling apart the button up shirt and hissing between his teeth. "Fuck. Morri, you got stabbed. Pull the skin back?"

They obey. Maintenance means following orders, but JJ is safe. JJ won't hurt them. The air sits cold against their metal plating.

"I can get this drained, but fixing it is gonna take a technician--"

"Don't let them shut me down," they say. It falls from their lips, completely unabitten, even with the errors and the pressure. "Please."

JJ's eyes are warm and bright and soothing. "Course not. I need to move the plating."

Finally, somehow, the pressure is released. The cold mixture of oil and coolant burns against their uncovered metal plating. It covers JJ's fingers. They take a breath. Another. "Pressure's gone."

"And now you're bleeding out."

Morrigan sighs. Delicate machinery, fucking tell them about it. "To the Hub?"

"I'll carry you."

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thank you for the ask!!! it was a fun thing to explore :P and I know the ending is a bit abrupt but. it was already 1k words and I wanted it to be short, so [shrug]

feel free to send in more! i really love writing these guys :)

[whump-kia]

i hope you don't mind another prompt from me!!

i just have a thought in my head of Simon having to do emergency first aid on Archie while in a crowd. running it well, telling specific people to grab this kit, do this, all while keeping Archie calm while he's in pain and afraid.

(plus I feel like Archie would find Simon being so smoothly in control very soothing. Simon is here. he'll be okay because Simon is here.)

- @whump-kia

i will never mind a prompt from you kia you have the best ideas on how to torture these boys (≧▽≦)

this one is admittedly not my best work BUT it was still so fun to write and broke my heart seeing archie so overwhelmed BUT HIS HUSBAND BEST FRIEND CAME IN CLUTCH

also really quick, i just want to say that i decided on archie's alias during this fic. basically, since he never had a formal name, people just started calling him "the vigilante", and then just shortened it to "vigil" so his alias that the crimelords and civilians know him by is just simply. Vigil.

OK onto the fic!

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Apparently, Archie had died and woken up in a universe where no one knew what the hell personal space was.

He had been downed in the street. His first mistake was even pursuing a chase so openly in the middle of the afternoon with civilians everywhere, but he was just so close. One of the major names in the drug ring was right there, and he almost had him.

Until the guy pulled out a gun and fired practically point blank into his side.

Archie was lying on his back, gasping for air that would not come. There were hands on him, cold hands, rough hands, calloused hands, sweaty hands, and he wanted them all off.

He let out a low whine as he tried to jerk his body away, but he only succeeded inducing an intense jolt of pain, which caused him to curl up reflexively while the hands held him in place.

“It’s going to be okay dear, we’ll call an ambulance,” A woman cooed, gently patting his chest. Get off.

“Should we sit him up to get him some air?” A deeper voice said, hand grasping his shoulder. Don’t touch me.

“No way! Is that Vigil?! I heard my parents talking about him!” A smaller voice shouted, right next to Archie’s ear. Shut. Up.

Archie knew this wasn’t like him. He always strived to be the kind, empathetic, forgiving symbol of hope everyone expected him to be, but right now, he just wanted out.

His side hurt, his head hurt, everything hurt and every tiny movement sent him biting his tongue to avoid crying out. To make things worse, he could feel the blood leaving his body through the open wound, and it was.. not a pleasant feeling. Sticky blood was pooling below his lower back and his skin began feeling clammy and cold, and he knew he was losing precious seconds and where was Simon.

A familiar buzz on his wrist brought him slightly back to the present. It was his emergency signaling bracelet. It meant that Simon was on en route, if he recalled correctly.

Thank god.

Simon had probably been alerted to Archie’s vitals dropping to dangerous levels out of nowhere, and dropped everything to get to him.

He couldn't help the weak sigh of relief that escaped him. He was content to resigning himself to the torture of these civilians manhandling him, because he knew Simon would be there soon to make it better. All he had to do was wait as patiently as he could.

Until he felt fingertips grip the edge of his domino mask.

Archie’s identity was the one thing he had to himself. He went to great lengths to ensure that no one revealed it because it was the only way he was able to live a life as a civilian where people weren’t walking on eggshells around him. And it was about to be stripped away from him.

A strangled cry tore from his throat.

Suddenly, he was thrashing desperately, despite the seething pain, trying to get everyone off of him. Everything was too loud and too bright and he was so dizzy and people were touching his mask.

His bloodied hands flew up to his face, holding his mask down and batting away the offending fingers. He needed space, he needed air, he couldn’t breathe—

“Everyone stop crowding and back up. I’m a medical intern, and Vigil is clearly in distress. Give. Him. Space.”

Archie knew that voice. He could have sobbed. 

The group of bystanders murmured, before shuffling out of the way and making room for Simon.

Simon’s scent whooshed past Archie and then settled as the bystanders gave the two a wide berth. He kneeled beside Archie, and immediately took off his sweater, balling it up and pressing it into his wound.

“Eyes on me Archie.”

Archie’s breath hitched. The world was spinning around him, whether from his hyperventilating or his blood loss or the pain, he didn’t know, but all that mattered was that Simon was here. He reached a clumsy hand towards Simon, whimpering softly. "Hurts.."

“I know, I know.. it’s okay.. I’m going to help you,” He hummed. He lifted the fabric lightly to get a look at the wound and winced. “Just.. stay awake for me, okay?”

Archie hummed noncommittally. 

“You,” Simon pointed to the man from before. “I need you to go into that shop over there and check for a first-aid kit under the front counter. The ambulance won’t get here in time.”

The man nodded and disappeared behind the door.

“And you,” Simon motioned towards the woman. “Come here and hold pressure on this.”

The woman blanched slightly, but with Simon’s guidance, she was quickly situated with her hands pushing firmly on Archie abdomen.

The man came loping back with a small box in hand.

“I got it!” He shouted, tossing it to Simon.

The next moments went by in a blur. Archie saw Simon swiftly unwrap packets of gauze, and felt the strange sensation of them being shoved into his wound, but he was too focused on forcing his eyes open to give the pain much attention. It was kind of nice honestly. Not the pain, of course but seeing Simon handle everything so efficiently. Usually, Archie felt the need to be the one always in charge, always figuring something out to help everybody else.

It felt good to have Simon fill that roll too.

He was blinking in and out of consciousness now, but every time he’d look up, he’d see Simon’s face right there, steadfast as ever, and he felt just a little safer.

Eventually, he felt himself being lifted from the ground and held close to a warm body. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until he felt Simon against him. He heard Simon barking more orders at the bystanders, presumably telling them to get out of the way, and soon, he was nestled in the backseat of his car. It was finally, blissfully, quiet.

“Just stay awake a little longer Archie.. we’re almost there,”

“Hnnng..” was all Archie could manage.

He blinked, and the next thing he knew, he was being carried up the stairs and settled into Simon’s soft couch. The couch smelled of him, and he inhaled deeply.

Simon pulled up a stool beside Archie, pulling gloves over his already bloodied hands. “Just hold still for a bit, okay? I'll make this quick.”

Again, Archie was in and out of consciousness while Simon worked to clean, suture, and dress the wound in his side. It hadn't been too bad, just bled a lot. Luckily the bullet hadn't gotten stuck in it, and it missed anything super vital. Simon had numbed the area with gel before beginning (no needles, of course), so the pain was slightly more bearable (though not by much). Once it was over, Simon saw that Archie was flagging. He decided to take pity on him.

“Wait here.”

Archie’s head lolled to the side. This was getting ridiculous. How much longer was he going to have to stay up?! For as much emphasis that Simon put on getting rest, he sure wasn’t making it easy for him.

Suddenly, a straw was being shoved between Archie’s lips.

“Drink. It’s apple juice. Once you down the cup, you can go to sleep.”

He downed the cup, feeling exasperated and spent. His eyelids were already drooping by the time he got down to the last sip. He stopped fighting it, letting them flutter close.

The last thing he remembered before drifting off was a soft blanket being pulled up to his chin, and a hand slipping into his.

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[whump-kia]

Quick question for the July event. Is it okay if we combine multiple prompts into one piece?

Absolutely! Go ahead!

[whump-kia]

BBC Merlin 1x04 "The Poisoned Chalice"

[whump-kia]

June is coming.

Which means LGBTQIA+ pride is coming!

So whump community! Share your LGBTQIA+ OCs via reblog or reply here! Doesn't matter if they're a whumpee, whumper, Caretaker, etc. Now is your chance to share your LGBTQIA+ little guys and gals and nonbinary pals and more!

[whump-kia]

What are your favorite things about Morrigan’s and JJ’s backstories?

oh anon good question

For Morrigan, the point I think of the most is when they broke their left eye. There was an incident as they infiltrated the Cages (an underground hero-for-hire base in Chicago, set in a massive sprawling abandoned prison), where someone caught them in the face with a knife. It sliced from their forehead down their cheek, and cracked the glass of their eye. When the pixels glitched, they turned hauntingly yellow. That was the moment their identity as an android was released to residents of the Cages, and lead to JJ's awakening.

My favorite thing from JJ's backstory is the cryosleep. JJ had powers, yet undecided, and they had some extreme effect on his body, which led to it deteriorating like a severe illness at an incredible speed. To save him, his band-of-heroes basically put him into stasis for five years. He was too ill to recognize what was happening. So, JJ's last memory of his real past is him pounding on the door to his cryopod while his breath fogged the glass, pleading to be released.

Yeah. That was a fun conversation to have when he woke up.

thank you for the ask!!!

[whump-kia]

alright. send me prompts for Morrigan and JJ. let's flesh them out a bit more before I get fully rolling on WWE

[whump-kia]

here is a prompt fill for @syncopein3d ! this drabble broke my heart to write like no archie baby its ok he forgives you

anyways, thank you so much for the request! it was super fun to explore this side of them as well and i definitely plan to do so more in the future!

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“Simon, watch out!”

Archie’s hands were moving before his brain could catch up as he thrust Simon out of the way of the screeching car, sending him sprawling towards the pavement.

The incoming car swerved at the last second, just barely missing Archie as he hopped out of the way. It skidded slightly and continued speeding away. Archie sighed sharply.

That was close. At least no one got hurt, he thought.

Until he heard the pained grunt from where he sent his friend flying.

“Oh god, Simon..” He muttered, rushing towards the sound. Simon sat slumped against the wall, and he could see now, that something was wrong.. Simon was cradling his wrist, and there were barely concealed tears welling in his eyes.

"Agh.. think it's fractured.." He breathed, throwing his head back in pain.

“Oh god.. I.. I’m so sorry.. Simon, I th-thought..” Archie began, reaching towards Simon.

He felt sick at the way Simon flinched ever so slightly.

“It’s.. I’m fine.. you were trying to help..” He huffed, squeezing his eyes shut against the sharp ache.

Archie saw the full picture now. Because of the awkward angle Simon was pushed at, when he tried to brace for impact, his wrist collided with the wall and splintered. To make things worse, there was a random drain spout sticking out of the wall that got Simon right in the side. He very likely broke a rib or two. It was nothing too serious, but it had to hurt. And it was all Archie’s fault.

Archie felt his breathing pick up. He looked down at his trembling hands. He did this. He hurt him. Everything he believed about himself was true. He was just some.. abomination. 

It was just so easy to forget that Simon was a regular human. Not hopped up on some new enhacing drug, not combat trained and conditioned with inhuman reflexes, no, he was just human.

And Archie wasn’t.

And that thought scared him like nothing else.

Tears blurred Archie’s vision as he sank to his knees beside Simon. “I’m.. I’m so sorry… I just.. I’m so sorry!” He blubbered, unable to articulate everything going on in his head. He buried his face into his hands and wept.

He felt fingers tilt his head up.

“Hey. Look at me,” Simon said softly, and for once, there was no trace of sarcasm or mirth in his tone. 

Archie obliged with a sniffle.

“It’s okay. I understand you were just trying to protect me.. I’m not upset and I forgive you,” Simon whispered, using his good hand to thumb away a stray tear from Archie’s cheek.

“But.. but I hurt you,” He mewled.

“You did. But you didn’t mean to. And I think your intention is more important. Just.. go a little easier next time, okay? I’m going to be fine, Archie. It’s okay.”

Archie couldn’t open his mouth to respond around the lump in his throat. Instead, he threw his arms around Simon in a tight hug. This earned a small grunt from Simon, at which Archie immediately backed away.

“Let’s just.. get home. There’s an ice pack with my name on it in the freezer,” Simon huffed, grinning slightly at Archie.

Archie returned the smile.

There wasn’t a universe that Archie imagined himself feeling normal in, but he could live with this. With people who saw him for who he was. A human.

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[whump-kia]

hi bug i am here to trade questions!! i have a burning one about your boy archie:

what exactly are his powers? what sort of things can he do? what are the drawbacks to them, how do they hurt him back?

thank you :>

-@whump-kia

thank you SO much for asking this because i've been wanting an excuse to talk about this boy ( ๑˘ω˘ ) like yours, i also wrote a LOT so i apologize in advance

okay so. i think i've said before that his enhancements are like if daredevil and captain's americas abilities combined but ill explain it in more detail for people who aren't totally sure about the specifics of that

the tl;dr is basically this: archie has enhanced strength and heightened senses. he's about 4 times as strong as the average male his age, and similarly as resilient. because of his enhanced strength, he can also run faster and jump higher (the boy has quads of steel). he can also see and hear much clearer and farther than your average human and can even hear heartbeats from a decent distance away!

under the cut is a lottt more detail and context for those who are interested!

so basically, i'm gonna start with some backstory.

archie's villain (hero) origin story:

archie grew up in the city and was never very. affluent.

he grew up with his mother because his father left when he was really young. he doesn't remember him well, but what he does remember is the effect his absence had on his mom. to put it briefly, he grew up around a lot of things that a child shouldn't have had to grow up around.

still, his mother did her absolute best to give him a good, safe childhood. unfortunately, there are things you just cant protect your child from.

when he was about 7, he was walking home from school and goofing around like a kid does, and he somehow got roped into a drug deal that was being made just a block from his apartment.

long story short, the guys were roughing him up (they were assholes.) and one of them was messing around and pretending to stick him with one of the syringes.

and then he actually did.

and it was agony.

poor, tiny archie was immediately overcome with the worst pain he'd ever experienced in his life to this day.

to avoid this section becoming a straight up 100k fic, ill just say that the recovery from the initial contact with the serum took archie weeks to recover from, and it many ways, he hasn't.

the boy is terrified of needles.

about the drug itself:

so you're gonna have to bear with me her because i am not a biochemist, and this might not make any sense.

so the drug, which i've dubbed VSD (Very Scary Drug) was originally made by a very shady crime syndicate, for underground fighting rings, kind of like a steroid but more permanent. the drug has 2 parts.

the first part of it works by acting on a specific DNA sequence, and spurring HGH (Human Growth Hormone) to amp up its production in the skeletal muscle cells, bone cells, and neuromuscular junctions (for better and faster reflexes)

the other part alters the somatosensory cortex, occipital lobe, and temporal lobe, and esentially causes them to be extremely active, to a point beyond human ability, but because of the first part of the drug, it's able to heal itself and create new cells

because VSD was designed to be permanent, it is very dangerous and not for everyone. the thing about it is that you have to be genetically compatible with it, or the entire thing could backfire or malfunction. only about 1 in every 100k people are even able to reap the effects of the drug. about 1 in every 100 even survive taking it at the dose archie recieved it.

if someone incompatible takes the drug, the effects are. dire. they can range from blindness, deafness, loss of sensation throughout the entire body, tumors, complete paralysis, and even the body just. not producing more cells. and then the vicitim would just deteriorate.

so yeah! not a fun time! and archie was incredibly lucky. the drug was obviously discontinued, and archie hasn't heard of anyone else who recieved the same effects that he did. there are only drugs that can do similar things now, but none are permant like archie's, and the abilities dont even begin to compare.

now what the hell can archie actually do?

well, let's first start with what he can't do.

the drug has no cognitive or behavioral effects, so archie is still the same old archie, only his body has changed.

the drug also has no effect on the immune system, both innate and adaptive. archie can get sick the same as any person, and has the same recovery time too!

now lets move on to the fun stuff!

like i said before, archie has about 4 times the strength as your average male his age. because of his muscle mass and bone density, he is also relatively resilient to injuries from "normal" people, but he's not like. invincible. if you smack that boy with a brick, its gonna hurt. he is sometimes unaware of his own strength and limits though, and throws himself to situations with the mindset of "this isnt even gonna scatch me" and is proven very wrong.

as for his senses, we'll start with vision

he can see about twice as far as your average person, and with clarity beyond even 20/20. he is also very privy to noticing small movements, even if theyre in his peripheral.

now hearing! he can hear much much quieter things than your average human. im not totally sure how to quantify this one, but basically he is hearing like.. everything. all the time. which we'll get into later. the way i gauge it is the fact than he can hear heartbeats, even when he'd just standing next to the person.

and lastly (and probably least interestingly) touch! he can feel sensations a lot more clearly than most. the sensation you would have on your fingertips is kind of what he feels all over, and it makes him have pretty bad sensory issues with certain things (me too archie, me too.)

how can we whump this boy?!

okay, now onto the drawbacks of these abilities!

you're probably thinking "bug. how are there even any drawbacks? these abilities seem sick asf! how do i get my hands on VSD?!"

and i'm here to tell you. NO no you do not want this. archie still suffers every day.

the first and most obvious one is the unimaginable sensory overload this boy feels every day. he hardly ever gets a quiet moment, and even when he does, he still can't tune out the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. it's hell. luckily, hes had 17 years to learn to cope, but he still has days where he curls into a ball in a dark room and sobs because everything is too bright and so so loud

also, the drug isn't painless. since the muscle mass isn't natural, prolonged use of his body (like in fights) cause horrific aches the days after. it feels like his body is trying to tear itself apart, which, it kind of is.

also, the headaches. god, the headaches. the human brain does not take kindly to being toyed with and doesn't archie know it. archie is sort just. in a perpetual headache. and he only really notices when that headache becomes a migraine. get this boy some ibuprofen, please.

another thing is increased appetite. because cells can't just synthesize out of nowhere, archie has to keep up with the rapid production. this boy can EAT. he is always hungry. always snacking.

lastly, the psychological aspect of the whole thing. growing up as a superhuman, where even playing thumb war could break your classmate's thumb, was hard. archie lived most of his childhood keeping to himself in fear of his own strength. as he got older, he learned to manage it a bit better, but he's still very anxious about it. he won't let himself near babies, cats, or small dogs.

and then, of course, there's the trauma. this manifests as a SEVERE needle phobia, as well as just a fear of doctors in general. its the reason why he and Simon's relationship just works. he doesn't see him as a doctor, he sees him as a friend who is always willing to take care of him when he needs it, and for that, he is forever grateful

end!

and that's pretty much it! please excuse my probably horrid typos and grammar errors, i kind of rushed this because i was excited, so i hope you like it kia! thank you so so much for the ask! ヾ(^ ^ゞ

[whump-kia]

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I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.

Image transcripts, tagging rules, and guidelines under the cut!

RULES

Any and all art types allowed! GIFs, drawings, music, writing, etc.

NO AI ALLOWED

OCs and Fandom works alike are welcome :)

Trigger and content tag. Even if the prompt explicitly requires the content (eg. Vomiting), still tag emetophobia

If enough interest is showed, I will make an Ao3 collection

IMPORTANT:

There are NO OTHER RULES. Do one prompt! Do seven! Do em all! Repeat the same prompt six days in a row! Switch them around and do them all out of order! Post them eight months after the event is over! Finish the prompt list early! Write one long-ass story that deals with every prompt or do a one-sentence drabble for each one! Recommend your favorite scenes regarding the prompt! Write, draw, sing, play music, make playlists, do fic recs or show recs or episode recs or book recs, fucking crochet or something! DO WHAT IS THE VIBE. DO WHAT'S FUN.

TAGGING

Tag with, per example: #whumperless whump event day 1, #whumperless day 1: [prompt], and #whumperless whump event

Tag me (@whump-kia) please! If not, I may not see it or be able to reblog it!

If desired, tag the medium you used!

Again, make sure to trigger tag and content warn

Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack