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Sawliday AU Chapter 2

Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Day 1 

Adam’s had some pretty nasty hangovers in his life. This was by far the worst. Adam sat up, rubbing the side of his neck that was sore. He opened his eyes in surprise when he felt something on his hands. Adam was dressed in a dark green snow jacket with matching pants, black winter hiking boots, and black ski gloves. There was a heavy chain around his left ankle.

“The fuck?” Adam muttered, standing up. He was in what appeared to be a very small log cabin with rectangular windows looking out towards a vast, snowy forest. The cabin was completely empty. There wasn’t even a fireplace. And it was dim inside. The windows didn’t face the sun, so no light could get inside. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way this was real!

“Hello?” Adam called. He turned around to examine the cabin. He was met with the sight of Lawrence unconscious on the floor near him. He jumped back, clutching a hand over his heart.

“Shit!”

Adam stepped back, then stared at the body. He was dressed identical to Adam, only his snow gear was blue instead of green. The chain around Adam’s foot lead directly to the man’s right foot. Adam was beyond relieved when he saw the man’s chest rise and fall. At least he wasn’t chained to a corpse. He wasn’t sure if he should try to wake him up.

“H-Hey… um, guy? Can-Can you hear me?” Adam asked, uncertain. When there was no response, Adam nudged the man’s shoulder with his foot, the six-foot chain clinking as it moved. He tried again. This time, the man groaned. Adam sighed in relief.

Lawrence opened his eyes, the grogginess replaced by confusion as he took in his surroundings. His eyes quickly fell on the chain, then travelled up to Adam, who stood with his back against a wall. Lawrence stood up, ready to confront him. “Who the Hell are you and where the Hell am I?”

Adam tried to step back, but the wall stopped him. He held up his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. “I-I don’t know, man! I woke up here just a few minutes ago, just like you!”

Lawrence observed the man’s body language and determined he wasn’t a threat. He relaxes his own body language, but Adam doesn’t do the same.

“Are you injured in any way?” Lawrence asks, feeling the ache in his own neck.

“I kind of have an ache in my neck. And not the kind you get sleeping wrong. This one goes deep. It almost hurts,” Adam answers.

Lawrence nods. “Me too. My name is Lawrence Gordon. I’m a doctor. Who are you?”

Adam is finally starting to calm down now that Lawrence seems calm. “A-Adam Faulkner-Stanheight… photographer.”

Lawrence nodded. “Do you have any idea how you got here?”

Adam shakes his head. “No. I was… I was just feeding the stray cats by my building like usual. That’s the last thing I remember.”

Despite the situation, Lawrence smiles a little at that. Adam was an animal lover. Animal lovers were usually safe people. “I had just left for the airport. I got in a van, then I woke up here.”

“So… you don’t have any idea where we are either?” Adam asks, his voice unsteady. He seemed much younger than Lawrence. He couldn’t be more than thirty at most. That made him nearly sixteen years younger than Lawrence, at least.

“No, not yet. But we’ll figure this out.” Lawrence felt a strange urge to protect this man. Maybe it came from Lawrence’s training as a doctor. Whatever it was, it was there.

Adam nodded in response. He seems a little more confident now. He spots something silver and shiny out of the corner of his eye. He tilts his head, and tries to walk to the window sill behind Lawrence. Though the cabin is small, the chain doesn’t quite allow Adam to reach the window before it holds him back. Lawrence walks over to the window, just as curious to see what Adam found. There’s just enough light coming in to reflect off of a small, silver tape recorder. There’s a tape inside.

Adam rewinds the tape all the way back, then turns up the volume so he and Lawrence can both hear. There’s a few seconds of silence on the tape. Then, a deep, raspy voice speaks.

“Hello, Adam, Doctor Gordon. I want to play a game. Both of you are reluctant to rely on other people, so much so that you push away anyone who gets too close. But now, you cannot push each other away. The two of you are bound together literally and metaphorically. Should one of you die, the other will be killed.”

Adam looks at Lawrence. He’s scared, and wants to know what Lawrence is thinking.

Lawrence glances at him, but keeps listening to the tape.

“There is a map hidden somewhere in this abandoned ranger station. Follow that trail carefully and quickly. Do not stray too far from your path. If you do not reach the end within seven days, you will never see your families again. Let the game begin.”

Adam and Lawrence exchanged a glance. For the first time since they woke up here, Lawrence looks scared.

“Diana…” he whispers.

Adam tilts his head.

“My daughter,” Lawrence clarifies. 

Adam feels sick. “Jigsaw wouldn’t hurt a kid, right?”

“I’m not taking that chance. Come on,” Lawrence insists, rushing towards the door.

Adam stumbles as he’s pulled along with Lawrence. “Wait, wait wait! Lawrence, we need to find that map first!” 

Lawrence curses. “You’re right. Let’s start looking. Maybe there’s a loose floorboard or something.”

The duo start checking every single board in the ranger station, starting by the door. The planks of wood dark brown and only a few inches wide, making it incredibly difficult to distinguish them in the darkness. They get about halfway through when Lawrence feels a plank shift under his hand. It’s loose and easy to pull up.

Lawrence triumphantly holds up a torn piece of a map with a red line showing them where to go with vague markings, a drawing of a compass in the bottom corner to show them which way to go, and little else. They don’t see the surrounding area beyond the trail. Only a line through the forest with no indication of distance.

“Huh. Seems easy enough,” Adam comments.

“A little too easy,” Lawrence thinks. “This seems very tame by Jigsaw’s standards.”

Adam shrugs. “Maybe he’s running out of money building too many death traps?”

Lawrence purses his lips. “Maybe, but I don’t think that’s it. There has to be something more.”

“Look outside! We’re in the middle of nowhere, it’s freezing, and we have no idea how long this trail is. You know how easy it is to get hypothermia doctor?” Adam sassed.

Lawrence rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, I do. I’ve treated it many times.”

“Then you know why we need to hurry up and get moving!” Adam insisted.

“Not yet. We need to check out the rest of this place first, get everything we can. That’s how we survive this,” Lawrence says.

Adam says nothing as he and Lawrence continue searching the wooden planks. They don’t find anything else in the floor, along the walls, or on the ceiling. Adam grabs the wooden plank from the floor that hid the map to take with them for defense or burning. Finally, they’re ready to begin the hike of their lives.

Lawrence is the first out, followed by Adam. The younger man can’t help but shiver and hug himself. The ranger station they woke up in wasn’t warm by any means, but it was safe from the elements. Adam dreaded spending seven days in the snow without any shelter and a cold metal chain sucking out what little warmth he had.

They hike into the woods, side by side. The only sounds are the crunching of snow beneath their feet, the chain clinking behind them, and the wind whistling through the trees.

Adam shivers again and hugs himself. He tilts the 2 by 4 in his hand so it won’t hit Lawrence.

Lawrence raises an eyebrow in concern. “Are you already cold?”

Adam shrugs. “I’ve never been good with the cold. I grew up in southern California. Didn’t know what weather was until I moved to New York.”

Lawrence hufffs out a laugh, his breath fogging in the air. “That’s actually where I was heading before… this,” he says, unsure what to call their current predicament.

“Oh yeah? Looking at summer homes?” Adam asks.

Lawrence rolls his eyes. “No, I was supposed to be going to a convention. It’s an annual thing some hospitals with investors do to show all the work they do and why they deserve the funding, that sort of thing.”

“You charge an arm and a leg for a bandaid but still need investors?”

Lawrence smirked. “Used to be an arm and two legs.”

Adam laughed. It was the first time he’d laughed with another human being in a long, long time.

****

Adam and Lawrence don’t know for certain how far or how long they walked. Both of them were more focused on their conversation. Lawrence frequently checked the map to keep them on track. It’s getting harder now that the sun is setting and he can’t check where they are. They’re both chilled to the bone.

“W-We should make some k-kind of sh-shelter,” Adam suggested, his teeth chattering lightly.

Lawrence shook his head. “We don’t have time for that!”

“You can’t p-possibly tell wh-where we are on the m-map!” Adam argues.

“It’s a straight line for the next few miles. I think we can manage that,” Lawrence insists. His tone is stern, leaving no room for argument.

They’re fortunate enough to have an almost full moon lighting their way through the trees. It’s still dark, but they can at least tell where the trees and most of the tripping hazards are. Adam and Lawrence take turns holding the chain between them so it won’t get caught on anything. It means they have to walk closer together, but in this winter hellscape they’re in, that’s a bonus. The two men are close enough to almost feel the other person’s body heat.

“I wish he gave us scarves, or at least jackets with hoods,” Lawrence grumbles, rubbing his face with his hand.

“You g-getting cold already, d-doc?” Adam says with a smirk.

“No!” Lawrence denies, almost too fast. “Our faces are very susceptible to frostbite, especially with the wind blowing at us.”

At that, Adam tucks the 2 by 4 under his arm and copies Lawrence and rubs his nose. “Think we’ll make it before we end up like Voldemort?”

“Like who?” Lawrence asks, slightly concerned.

“Y’know, Dark Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter?” Adam prompted.

Lawrence nods in understanding. “Oh. I’ve never read Harry Potter.”

“What?!” Adam stares at him in shock, like Lawrence had told him he was a wizard. “You’ve never read it?”

“I don’t like fantasy! I don’t want to have to learn the rules of a world just to enjoy a book. I read to relax,” Lawrence explains.

“They explain the rules along the way! Y-You find out everything at the same pace Harry does. It’s like you’re not even learning!” Adam is speaking more animatedly now, which is helping him warm up.

Lawrence smiles when he realizes this. “Maybe I’ll check it out when we get home.”

Adam smiles back. “You should. I think you’d really like Hermione. She’s a braniac, too.”

“Does she become a magical doctor?”

Adam chuckles. “I’m not spoiling anything. You gotta read it an find out!”

Lawrence laughs and playfully nudges Adam’s shoulder. “Fine. I’ll read it.”

Adam pumps his fist. “Yes!”

As they talk, they seem to forget about Jigsaw and the game they’re trapped in. It just feels like two friends taking a midnight walk laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind.

[coldlittlecuties]

Sawliday AU

Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

I know it's almost May. I just want to start posting this fic because I really like it. This was inspired by @turnipoddity's art. Specifically, her banner with Adam and Lawrence chained together.

Nothing too graphic happens in this story, especially compared to the original Saw. There will not be much blood except maybe some mild injuries. (Sorry Jigsaw)

Adam hated people. Sure, it sounded like something the cliche angsty teenager would say. But it was true. People were unpredictable, untrustworthy.

Adam preferred animals, specifically cats. That’s what brings him to this dark, cramped alleyway one afternoon with a bag of cat food. Adam walked with careful, even movements until he was in the middle of the alleyway. He stopped then whistled three high notes in quick succession and shook the bag.

The alleyway came alive as several cats emerged from their hiding spaces and ran to Adam. He knew they were mostly excited about the food, but their tails were all up, so they were still happy to see him. Even if it was just because he brought food.

Adam crouched down, then spread out some newspapers he picked up from someone’s driveway. He knew the cats probably ate off of the ground all the time. But who knows what humans dump back here… Adam poured the cat food onto the newspaper. It was a small bag, so he poured out the whole thing then dumped the bag in a trash can. 

He crouched by the cats again, just watching them. There were seven in total: three tabby’s, two calicos, one maine coon, and one small black kitten. Adam had no idea who the black kitten’s mother was. All he knows is that she’s been coming to greet him ever since he started doing this. He nicknamed her Blue, because she had bright blue eyes.

Blue was the first to pull away from the food to go to Adam, as usual.

“Hey, Blue! How ya doing, girl?” Adam asked, holding out his hand for her to sniff. Blue, instead of sniffing it, rubbed her head against his hand and purred. Adam began to gently scratch behind her ears. “Aww, such a sweetheart!”

The other cats gradually came away from the food to see Adam. The orange tabby liked talking to him, filling him in on everything that happened since he last saw them yesterday. Adam couldn’t translate it word for word, but he learned the tones of his “meows” to mean good or bad things, so he could respond accordingly. He was glad to hear lots of happy meows.

A door down the alleyway opened, startling all of the cats except Blue, who was still getting pets from Adam. Adam and six of the cats all turned to watch as a young woman with short, dark hair came out and lit a cigarette. She didn’t seem to notice Adam. 

Adam was perfectly fine with that.

After a few puffs, the woman, Amanda, finally looked over and saw him sitting with the cats. She paused for a moment, eyes wide with uncertainty.

Adam decided to be nice. He nodded his head in a “what’s up” gesture. “Very rockstar.”

Amanda paused. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she looked around.

Adam mentally face-palmed. “Your hair. I like it. It’s very rock star.”

“Thanks,” Amanda said, still anxious.

Adam smiled a little. “It’s okay, I don’t bite. Some of these guys do though. Looking at you, calicos!” He said the last part in a teasing manner. One calico flicked her ears in response while the other continued to bite Adam’s shoe.

Amanda smiled and gave a small laugh. “You don’t have names for them?”

“I only named one, because I know she’s the same one every time. This little black kitten, her name’s Blue, ‘cause of her blue eyes,” Adam explained. “You can come see them if you want. I smoke down here, too. They’re used to it.”

Amanda didn’t need to be asked twice. She cautiously approached the cats, then crouched down a little ways away so they could come to her. And sure enough, the maine coone, one of the tabby’s, and the two calicos came to see her. “I’m Amanda.”

“Adam. You work around here?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Amanda nodded. “Had to take my break early because a stupid customer pissed me off and my manager took his side.”

Adam scoffed. As he spoke, he lit his own cigarette to join Amanda. “Typical. Bosses only care about themselves and their profit.” He took a puff, then continued. “Bosses, and landlords: biggest douches I’ve ever met.”

As he says this, a dark figure in a pig mask comes out from behind a dumpster. He slaps a hand over Adam’s mouth and injects a syringe into his neck. Adam doesn’t have time to react before he loses consciousness. All of the cats run away. Except Blue, who hisses at the figure.

Amanda puts out her cigarette with the heel of her boot and stands up. “Huh. Can’t believe you pulled that off.”

Hoffman pulls up the pig mask to glare at her. “Just get the doors to the van.”

They both walk over to a van parked just outside of the alleyway. It was the middle of the work day, so very few people were around to notice the kidnapping.

Blue chased after Hoffman, meowing incessantly.

Amanda opened the doors, then crouched beside Blue so she wouldn’t jump in the van. “Sorry, Blue. I promise this is for his own good.” She reached down to pet her, hoping to calm her down. Blue swiped at Amanda’s hand, giving her a good sized scratch and hissing. Amanda didn’t seem to care. She hops into the passenger side as Hoffman closes the doors. He gets into the driver’s seat and they pull away, leaving Blue still meowing and hissing in their direction.

****

Lawrence was beginning to hate people, too. Which was ironic since his job as a surgeon and oncologist was to save people. The only two people he didn’t hate were his eight year old daughter, Diana, and his wife, Allison. Although he will admit Allison was getting on his nerves more than usual today.

“Why can’t you just cancel, Lawrence? They’re calling you away for a week and they only gave you a few hours notice,” Allison argued, glaring daggers at her husband as they both sat in the kitchen. It was the farthest room in the house from their daughter’s room, so she hopefully wouldn’t hear them argue again.

Lawrence sighed. “One of the other speakers at the convention caught pneumonia. If I don’t cover for him the hospital will lose a lot of funding. People’s lives are-”

Allison cut him off. “I swear if you use the ‘people’s lives are at stake’ excuse-”

Lawrence cut her off. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know! Something that doesn’t make me feel guilty for wanting you to stay. My parents were really looking forward to seeing you.”

“That’s not a guilt trip?” Lawrence asked.

Allison sighed and put her head in her hands. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What is there to ‘get’ about this?” Lawrence asked, putting air quotes around “get.”

Allison stared at him directly in the eyes. There was a hint of sadness in her anger. “I don’t know how long I can go on like this.”

Lawrence raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Allison sighs again. “I mean, you walk around pretending to be happy-”

“I am happy,” Lawrence cuts her off, trying his best to smile convincingly.

“Let me finish!” Allison snaps. “You walk around pretending to be happy, but you don’t feel that way at all. You don’t feel anything! At this point I’d rather you just break down and tell me you hate me because at least that’d be real.”

Lawrence scoffs. “So, what you want me to tell you I hate you? You’re being ridiculous.”

Allison reaches behind her to grab an expensive looking vase off of the counter. “Should I smash something to get a real response out of you? Start screaming? I know you’d care what the neighbors would think of that.”

Lawrence gently takes her hand holding the vase and guides it back down to the counter, being sure to set the vase in the exact same place.

Allison lets go of the vase to cross her arms. “There’s the way things look, and there’s the way things are, Lawrence. Which one do you care more about?”

Lawrence takes out one of the realistic but still artificial flowers from the vase. He holds it out to her, flashing what she dubbed his “Prince Charming” smile.

Allison can’t help but smile in response. She takes the flower, staring at it. It looked so similar to a real flower, yet it was just plastic. “These are fake. I want the kind that lives and breathes.”

“And dies in a week.”

Allison glares at him again.

Lawrence sighs. “Fine. I’ll bring some back when I come home. I need to finish packing. My plane leaves in a few hours.”

He walks down the hall to the room he shares with Allison. He doesn’t call it “his” room because it never felt like his. He spent so many late nights working either in his home office or his real office that they felt more like his room, especially since he slept on those couches more than in his own bed.

Lawrence walks into the bedroom. His suitcase is open on the floor, his clothes folded on the bed just above. Lawrence chuckles when he sees Diana trying to fit into his suitcase, a black blanket over her so she could blend in.

“What are you doing, Di?” Lawrence asks, sitting beside her.

Diana pokes her head out from under the blanket, her hair messed up. “I wanna go with you!”

Lawrence smiles fondly. He picks her up and sets her in his lap. “A suitcase is no way for a princess to travel!��.

Diana pouts. “But you won’t let me come with you.”

“That’s because you have school,” Lawrence says.

“I hate school! It’s boring.” Diana crosses her arms as she says this.

Lawrence does his best not to laugh. “Well, I hate to tell you this, honey, but my work trip is going to be even more boring than school. There won’t be any recess or snack time or playgrounds.”

Diana looks at him, her eyebrow raised in confusion just like her dad does. “Then why do you go?”

“It’s one of the many fun things about being an adult,” Lawrence sighs, running his hand over her hair to smooth it back down.

Diana pouts again. “I don’t wanna be an adult.”

This time, Lawrence lets himself chuckle. “I don’t want you to be an adult either. Luckily, neither of us have to deal with that for another ten years or so.”

A clock in the hallway chimes, signaling it’s four in the afternoon. Lawrence has to be at the airport by five to make his flight. Not to mention he scheduled for a taxi to pick him up at four thirty.

“I have to finish packing now, sweetie,” Lawrence says. For once, he sounds sad to be leaving. He sees the frown on Diana’s face. Lawrence suddenly has an idea. He lifts her up and sets her right in the middle of the bed. “Why don’t you tell me about school while I pack?”

Diana lights up and begins excitedly telling Lawrence everything she can.

The time goes by too quickly for Lawrence and Diana. They finish saying goodbye just as Hoffman comes to the door, dressed like a taxi driver. He leads Lawrence to the same van where Adam is currently unconscious, only this time, the words “Air Transit” are on the side, making it look genuine.

Hoffman puts the suitcase in the very back of the van with Adam as Lawrence sits in the back seat. He’s too busy checking his watch to notice anything unusual, until Amanda, wearing the robes and pig masks, injects Lawrence with a syringe too, knocking him unconscious. 

Amanda moves Lawrence to the back with Adam. She climbs up to the passenger side again as Hoffman gets in the driver’s seat. Neither of them say a word as they drive away with the two unconscious men in the back.

[coldlittlecuties]

Put your nonhuman whumpee out in the cold today!

Currently thinking about a whumpee who is a different species from the rest of their team, and whumpee’s species happens to be extremely sensitive to cold. Bonus point if the team doesn’t know this and whumpee doesn’t tell them because they don’t want to be annoying.

For whatever reason, everyone has to spend a long time outside in winter. Maybe they’re traveling through a snowy landscape.

Whumpee is falling behind. They can’t stop shivering. Their hands and feet have gone numb. The rest of the team treks on, unaware and unbothered, and whumpee refuses to become a burden on them by complaining about a little cold.

So of course, no one notices that whumpee is doing Bad until they’ve collapsed in the snow.

“Whumpee! Hold up everyone! Hey, what happened? Whumpee? Can you hear me? Healer, get over here!”

Cue a frantic rush to get them inside or by a fire before the cold finishes them for good.

(Thanks @whumperofworlds for making me think about hypothermia today)

[coldlittlecuties]

what are some wintery whump themes? ❄️

Hmm...

Falling through ice is a classic, but slipping on ice or being unable to run on ice are both good ones I don't see many people do! With the first, you get hypothermia and the shock of falling into freezing water, but the second is good for banging characters up/making it hard for them to fight. Ice!

Also, cars fishtailing on ice. Car chases, car crashes, etc. etc. Happens all the time, and it's soooo easy to catch a slippery patch and end up in a ditch somewhere

Hypothermia in general is 👌 so good

Illness!! Love a good far-from-civilization-stuck-in-a-snowstorm-can't-call-town-and-this-guy-has-a-bad-fever situation, but also just being at home sick on a cold winter day (or BECAUSE of a cold winter day) and sipping tea by a fire or under a blanket. See also, warm bath

Shivering!! Cold, fever, fear, you name it.

Frostbite is another one I don't see people do a whole lot, or not mention directly at least. Even mild frostbite can cause lasting damage--the second you go inside and your skin stays waxy and white, it means you've frozen it and you're probably going to be way more sensitive to the cold in the future! I froze my face once as a kid and I still can't go outside below 10 degrees celsius without feeling like I have ice on my cheeks. As for bad frostbite... I'm not huge on amputation whump, but tissues start to die when they've been frozen for too long---there's a particular sort of horror to be found when your toes look necrotic (google only if you have a strong stomach) and you can't even feel them 😬 maybe a bit of a gross one, but the time limit before frostbite sets in can be a good whumpy motivator!

With that being said, numbness! But also, when your skin gets cold it hurts a lot more to be slapped or hit, so there are levels to that one!

Blizzards are good! Lost, stuck inside, forced to go out in the freezing wind and icy snowfall whipping your face. Good stuff!

Sleep. For those of you who don't live in cold climates, it's draining as hell! We recently had a week of -40 weather and every time I came back from class I would be completely exhausted even though it's only a block away. Both tiredness, and sleeping for a long time can be good whump things in wintery situations!

This is a scary one, but avalanches. Don't want to get swept up in it... it's easy to be buried alive and snow is too heavy to get out of, so you better hope caretaker is nearby 😳

Coughing/lungs hurting from how cold the air is while running away from something/just walking outside when it's super cold

That's all I've got for now! I should really write more winter whump, because the environment can be super intense and harsh haha. Thanks for the ask!

[coldlittlecuties]

cold dialogue starters

dialogue for your cold-ridden whumpee:

"I’ve got chills all over."

“I think the cold got in my bones."

"I’m never gonna be warm again."

"Will you hold me? Please? I’m freezing.”

"I can't stop shivering."

"I just can’t get warm enough."

"I’m fine, really - just chilled and achy.”

"Can you get me another blanket?"

"Is it cold in here or is it just me?"

"Just...just lay next to me. You're warm and I'm cold."

“I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve felt shivery all morning.”

“Can I just…sit next to the fire a little longer? Please? I’m frozen.”

“I’ll feel better once I can wrap up.”

aaaand dialogue for your caretaker;

“Love, I think you’ve got the chills.”

“Still shivering?”

“Oh honey, you look frozen through.”

“C’mere. Of course I’ll warm you up.”

“Are you warm enough.”

“Poor thing—you must be chilled to the bone.”

“You’ve been shivering since we got home - are you feeling okay?”

“Let’s get you a blanket.”

“You’ve got to stay wrapped up, sweetheart, or you’ll get chilled.”

“C’mon, you, get under the covers. We’ll get you warm.”

“I see you shivering.”

“Get closer to the fire, love. There you go, that's better.”

please feel free to add more!!!

[coldlittlecuties]

"A? Talk to me, where does it hurt?"

A tries to reply, but just can't open their mouth to do so.

They're under a blanket, shaking so much with a dramatically rising fever, that their jaw is locked shut, teeth chattering audibly. Their full body shivers are enough to make their breaths choppy and ragged.

They desperately want to stretch their legs to ease the bone deep pains that such a high fever brings, but their body is frozen and stiff, curled up in a fetal position to disperse less heat.

B can do nothing but bring them other blankets and a hot water bottle, hoping to help them ease the chills.

[coldlittlecuties]

picture a chilled, soaked whumpee stuck outside with their team in a rainy forest, huddled under a makeshift shelter and wrapped in a damp blanket. the rainstorm had come on fast and strong and the team had rushed to set up shelter, but not before everyone got drenched in icy rain. now, whumpee can’t stop shivering, teeth rattling with cold as they tug the useless layer closer. a fire is impossible in these conditions. a stiff breeze blows through the tent, and they just shudder from head to toe. a companion wraps their arm around whumpee and pulls them close, and whumpee buries their face in their companion’s neck. it’s going to be a long, cold, miserable night.

[coldlittlecuties]

Thoughts on this?

Human furnace x always freezing and Human furnace notices their always freezing partner in coming down with smth bc they're eepin together and always freezing partner is really warm to cuddle

Yes!!! The thought of a too-warm little bundle snuggling up as best as they can to their equally warm (though naturally so) partner, in an effort to get warm is so mnnnhhh it does things to my heart.

And if they're always freezing, they wouldn't have noticed any shivering as it's not out of the ordinary for their poor cold partner...but shivering plus way warmer than normal?? Suspicious...

[coldlittlecuties]

Ghnnghhhhggghhhgh g cannot get the image out of my head of a Cold Sick Damp whumpee just So So miserable curled up by a fireplace or a heater trying to get warm and dry but failing at every turn, clutching at their elbows and huddling as deep into their clothing as they can, shivering so hard their teeth chatter. And it doesn't let up.

[coldlittlecuties]

When a weak whumpee's head is lifted to spoon some medicine/water/broth into their mouth, but then the caretaker just. keeps on cradling their head after laying it back down. Anyway that's the vibes tonight.

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Character on a long and grueling journey who, for whatever ailment, simply cannot keep walking. The second they and whoever they're with stop, even for a moment, they've collapsed. And no one else can get them to attempt at standing again. So they build a fire and/or shelter right where they are, get them warm as possible and do whatever they can for them.

[coldlittlecuties]

I write so much cold whump that it’s hard to get creative, but I did brainstorm this idea:

in a fantasy whump world, the whumper puts A under an ice curse. it’s designed to drop A’s core body temperature lower and lower, but not so low it’ll kill them—just make them miserable and feel hypothermic constantly.

At first the effects are minimal—they spend a few extra minutes by the fire, they need an extra sweater at dinner, there are cups of tea grasped by cold fingers. but the symptoms worsen as the curse sinks in its claws in. the normally cheerful A becomes pale and shadow-eyed, mildly irritable as they sit shivering by the fire.

at first, their friends just think A’s sick and being dramatic about it, rolling their eyes as A walks into another team meeting swathed in a blanket.

none of them realize that A’s not sleeping, growing weaker and weaker as they sink into a hypothermia that can’t be touched. nothing external can warm them, no matter how hard they try. their body temperature lowers, and A is absolutely miserable, consumed only with thoughts of how cold they are. no one realizes the ice that’s spreading inside them and chilling them through.

At night they bury themselves under blankets, wracked with chills that won’t go away. during the day, their limbs are so stiff with cold they can hardly move. soon, they’re bedridden under six blankets near a stove, lips blue and dark circles under their eyes. physically, they’re not in danger. but mentally, the effects of being so cold are taking a toll, and A has to be monitored at all times to make sure they're not trying to hurl themselves into the fire. the cold has stolen all reason from them, and their days are spent crying out for a warmth that no one can provide.

A’s shivering away as the whole team tries to figure out what’s wrong and what happened—which is exactly when the villain/whumper shows up, explains the curse, and makes their demands known.

comply? A lives.

ignore them? well, they’ll just have to see how long poor A can last while practically mad with cold.

[coldlittlecuties]

A struggles to regulate their body temperature, maybe after a traumatic event, injury, or illness.

They used to wear trendy, well-fitted clothing—now, they wear layers of large sweaters and flannel/wool pants and wool socks around—anything to help insulate them and stay warm.

certain times of day are clockwork for spells of chills. it’s common for them to come to breakfast huddled in a blanket, and it takes them at least a half hour of clutching mug of hot tea to warm up enough to function. If they stay up too late at night, they shiver in bed for hours.

being outdoors in the fall and winter is miserable. they try to dress for the weather, but they inevitably get a chill in their bones that they can’t shake for hours even when indoors.

the others can tell when they’re cold, no matter how hard they try to hide it—shoulders drawn tight, arms hugged close, the occasional shivers that ripple down their spine.

during team meetings, A’s the only one huddled in a blanket with a hot water bottle clutched to their core, even when the room is well heated.

their hands and feet ALWAYS feel like ice.

constantly feeling chilled makes it easier for them to get sick, especially when their body is always fighting to stay at a decent temperature. when they do get sick, they’re bedridden for days under piles of blankets.

they used to not be a very tactile person, but now they’re always down for a hug or for someone to throw an arm around their shoulders, the warmth of another human providing indescribable comfort—especially after what they went through.

[coldlittlecuties]

Whump Prompt #1328

Anon asked:

Hi! do you have prompts/suggestions for fun illness symptoms besides like fever and cough and such? I feel like my sickfics are getting really repetitive and I wanna spice them up but I'm not sure how

Sure! Here’s a few:

- Difficulty sleeping / sleeping too much / excessive tiredness

- Not being as ‘sharp’ in conversation

- Glassy eyes/bloodshot eyes

- Stomach pain

- Aching joints

- Loss of appetite

- Sinus pressure

- Chills/hot flushes

- Dizziness

- Shortness of breath

- Confusion

- More emotional

- Nausea

- Dehydration

- Runny/dry nose

- Dry, chapped, sore skin around nose and lips.

- Sudden drowsiness

- Breathing difficulties / blue/pale lips

- Chest pain (from coughing too much)

- Coughing up blood

- Sneezes that cause nosebleeds.

[coldlittlecuties]

Whump Prompt #1331

Anon asked:

Do you have prompts for dramatic reveals? Uncovering a character's face to show scarring, exposing a character as secretly inhuman, discovering a hidden identity, etc? Thank you :D

I have a few:

Uncovering a characters face:

The revealer feels physically sick when they realise who it is. Their hands shake and their mind races to put two and two together because it cannot be them… surely not.

The face reveal before the Final Fight is always a good idea.

Maybe the characters mask is damaged beyond repair, maybe they take it off because their vision is messed up by te

Exposing as inhuman:

Maybe this is done in a no-way out scenario where the character has to reveal their true form to escape.

Or they’re pushed to the edge that they cannot hide themselves anymore.

The character could use a glamor that falls when severely ill/injured. This could also cause issues if the characters don’t know about your characters anatomy and the way it responds to treatments

Identity reveals:

I like the identity that is revealed from something other than their face. Perhaps the way they walk, talk, gesture etc. Maybe it’s from a mole, tattoo, scar or freckles that the character realises it’s the whumpee.

This works brilliantly if the whumpees face is so bruised it’s unrecognisable, so the only way they know it’s them is from that one mole on their neck or something.

Shameless plug, but I wrote a faceless identity reveal HERE

[coldlittlecuties]

Whump Prompt #1340

@skiny406 asked:

Would you do a prompt where caretaker and whumpee have a huge fight, and then whumpee is hurt (stabbed, poisoned, whatever you want) and tries to call caretaker but they just don’t answer (either is busy or just mad) and later they got to hear the VOICEMAILS.

I thought of a string of voicemails. Feel free to change them to suit your injury/situation!

“Hey it’s me, I know you don’t want to talk to me but I- fuck I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and If I can do anything, I will. I’ll uh- I’ll maybe talk to you later?”

“Hi [character], I hope you’re alright. Um. I know you don’t want to talk to me, and I do understand but- but I really need you to call me back.”

“I’m sorry. That’s selfish of me, you don’t need to call me back… it would just be good to hear your voice. I’m um, I’m sorry for everything. I hope you’re okay. Probably better than me right now, ha, but don’t worry, I’ll uh. I’ll be alright.”

“Fuck, ouch, alright. Hey [character], ah, would you- could- maybe call me back? It’s um. Shit I’m sorry, it’s not important, I’ll try [another character] again.”

*starts with the whumpee gasping for breath* “H- hi, it’s me, please, I know you’re mad, and you don’t want to talk to me again but I- I really need you to call me back.”

“Alright. Message received. You’re pissed at me- you’re fucking pissed and I’m sorry, alright? Just- pick up the phone. Please. I-I’m in trouble again.”

*there’s a pause with just some breathing. There are voices in the background.*

“Heeeyyy [character], sorry about the last one. Pocket dial hahah! Must have done it when I sat down.” *they stop to cough, it’s hacking and wheezy.* “I’m sorry. I really am- I shouldn’t have shouted at you, you didn’t deserve that. I’m in a bit of trouble… it’s’all a bit blurry, but- but I managed to get here on my own. Call me back… please?”

“It’s um. It’s not looking good. I- I just want to say I’m sorry, again, I truly am.” They’re gasping now, perhaps crying. “I’m sorry….”

“This is [nurses name] calling from [the hospital], [whumpee] has you listed as their emergency contact. Please call this number as soon as you’re available.”

*there’s another message. Just voices and the whirring of machines. Maybe some crying. There’s a muffled curse before it cuts off again.*

“… I miss you.”

“Do you miss me? I- I understand if you don’t. Just tell me you’re okay, please?”

“I can go home tomorrow. I’ve been given the all clear, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’ll um. I’ll leave you alone. I um. I understand, I’m a mess. You were right. Just - no - don’t call me back.”