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serickswrites · 5 months ago

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I Don't Feel So Good

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution, rescue, hospital, cardiac arrest, cpr, unclear character status, forced to watch

"I....I don't feel so good, C-C-Caretaker," Whumpee said as they slumped over in their chair. "D-D-Dizzy."

"It's ok, Whumpee. Help is here. Hold on. Just hold on," Caretaker said, wishing they could slip the cuffs that kept them away from Whumpee.

Time passed strangely for Caretaker. It seemed as though time had frozen when Whumper was in the room with them. But then time passed swiftly when Whumper had left them alone for an hour. And now, time seemed distorted, speeding up and slowing down. It had been torture watching Whumper spend the last hour shocking Whumpee with the car battery. And now that help had arrived, the waiting was torture.

Whumper had rushed from the room, leaving Whumpee still hooked up to the battery, when the sound of a door giving way startled the three of them. "Help is here, Whumpee. We're saved. Help is here."

Caretaker repeated it over and over as they watched Whumpee struggle to breathe. They opened their mouth to say something, but a group of people rushed into the room. Time seemed to jump for Caretaker, the rescuer's movements disjointed and fast. Before Caretaker could say much, they found themself in the back of an ambulance with Whumpee, rushing to the emergency room.

Whumpee lay on the gurney, their face pale and drawn with pain. The paramedic quickly hooked Whumpee up to various leads and monitors. Caretaker squeezed Whumpee's hand tightly. "You're going to be ok. They're taking us to get you checked out, you're going to be ok." Time was slow in the ambulance. Time was too slow. Whumpee needed help. But the ambulance seemed frozen in time for Caretaker.

A monitor screamed a warning and the paramedic looked up. They called to their partner, "They're in V-Fib. I'm going to defibrillate."

Caretaker's heart began to pound. Whumpee was getting worse. "Please, stay with me, Whumpee."

"I need you to step back, Caretaker," the paramedic said as they attached the sticky patches to Whumpee's chest. "Let me take care of them."

Whumpee's eyes frantically searched for Caretaker's as Caretaker pulled away. "I'm right here. You're going to be ok, Whumpee. You're going to be ok."

The paramedic took the paddles and paused before placing them on Whumpee's chest. "Whumpee, I know you're not feeling very good right now. This isn't going to feel great either. But your heart is beating in a rhythm that isn't good or sustainable. I'm going to try and shock you back into the correct rhythm."

Whumpee nodded their understanding, though their eyes were beginning to get hazy.

"Stay with me, Whumpee. You're going to be ok," Caretaker murmured as they started to reach for Whumpee again.

"Clear!" The paramedic said as they pressed the paddles to Whumpee's chest. Caretaker quickly yanked their hand back to avoid being shocked.

Whumpee's body convulsed with the shock. The paramedic watched the monitor. "I'm going to shock you again, Whumpee. Your heart rhythm isn't quite where it should be."

Whumpee nodded weakly, blinking their eyes slowly. "Clear!" the paramedic said as they deployed the paddles once more.

Caretaker held their breath as they watched Whumpee's body move. The monitor continued with the same sound, the same warning alarm that Whumpee's heart wasn't cooperating.

"Clear!" the Paramedic said again.

But as they started to deploy the paddles once more, Caretaker's stomach dropped as they heard the monitor let one continuous streak and the line that had been erratic mirroring Whumpee's heart beat became flat.

"Asystole," the paramedic called out, putting the paddles back onto the machine, "starting compressions."

Caretaker couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as they watched the paramedic begin compressions on Whumpee. Couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as the ambulance stopped, pulling into a med bay. Couldn't breathe around the terror gripping them as they stared into Whumpee's half lidded, empty eyes.

"Come on, breathe, Whumpee. Breathe, damn it!" The paramedic said as they continued to pound on Whumpee's chest.

Caretaker started to reach out to Whumpee, to take Whumpee's hand in theirs. Started to reach out to beg Whumpee to breathe, to stay with them. Started to reach out to try and bring Whumpee back to them. But as their fingertips brushed Whumpee's, the door to the ambulance swung open and they were swarmed by the medical team.

Whumpee was wheeled away from them before they could say or do anything. Wheeled away with the medic still performing CPR. Wheeled away to somewhere Caretaker couldn't go.

Caretaker began to sob as they realized Whumpee might be gone. Might be gone to somewhere permanently. Might be....dead.

Caretaker jumped as a nurse put a hand on their shoulder. "Caretaker," they said softly, "let's take a look at you."

"They....they need help," Caretaker whispered, unable to say the words that they feared were true.

"Whumpee has a great medical team looking after them. Let's get you looked at and then I can find out how Whumpee's doing, is that ok?"

"Whumpee....Whumpee needs me. Please, they need me. I need them." Caretaker started forward to try and follow, but the nurse's hand on their shoulder made them stop.

"Whumpee has all the medical team they need. You need to be looked at. Let the doctors do their job with Whumpee. And let me help you. Then I'll look in on Whumpee, ok?" Their voice was calm and soothing.

But Caretaker didn't want to be soothed. Whumpee had been hurt because of them. Had continued to be hurt because of them. They hadn't been able to do anything to help Whumpee. Hadn't been able to get help, escape, or save Whumpee.

And now....And now, Whumpee's heart had stopped beating. Whumpee was.....dead.

"Please, they can't die. Please. Don't let them die," Caretaker said, tears streaming down their face.

"We won't let them die, Caretaker. We're working on bringing them back. Now let's take a look to make sure you're ok."

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kinardsevan · 4 months ago

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30 days of fluff challenge: day eighteen

"pillow forts"

Evan settles inside the dome under the sheet, leaning back into Tommy’s arms before Jee crawls over his chest, laying down in the wedge created between their two bodies.

“Ready?” Tommy asks.

“Yah!” Jee cheers.

Tommy reaches over and turns on the skylight, and the fort lights up with stars , spinning across the sheet. Jee cheers happily and starts to clap.

Evan nuzzles up against his jaw, which makes Tommy turn and look down at him.

“This was a good idea,” Evan murmurs to him. Tommy glances down as Jee points at different stars, babbling mostly to herself about the lights. His gaze shifts back up to Evan and he smiles at him.

“I can be kid-friendly,” he states, a smile still playing on his face. “When I’m not still trying to be a kid myself.”

“Yeah, a kid inside a hundred-thousand-dollar toy,” Evan teases, brushing his nose up against Tommy’s. Tommy tilts down into him, grazing his lips over Evan’s.

“Unca Evie!” Jee squeals, turning in the space between their legs and crawling up his chest. He turns away from Tommy and smiles at Jee.

“What’s up, Jee?” He asks. She points at a star on the sheet. His eyes go wide and he smiles wider. “Wow.”

Jee moves then, crawling half over his chest and putting a hand on Tommy’s chest.

“Look, Unca Tommy,” she cheers, pointing at another star. “And the moon too.”

Tommy grins at her, points at the same spot.

“You’re so smart, Jee-Yun,” he tells her. She crawls off of Evan and onto Tommy’s—admittedly broader—chest, lays back down face up.

“Wow,” she whispers, wonder clear in her voice.

“Are you sure,” Evan asks, looking back up at him again with Jee distracted once more. Tommy looks down at him again.

“About kids,” he asks. Evan nods. Tommy lets out a soft laugh.

“I mean I hope so,” he replies. “Kameron’s already pregnant.”

Jee grabs Tommy’s hand and lifts one of them, pointing his index finger at different spots as she keeps talking. Evan turns his head in the space where Tommy’s other arm is wrapped around him and kisses his bicep as he laces their fingers together. He’s so used to people leaving, that even now, almost a year and a half in, he has to remind himself that Tommy has never left; if anything, he’s continued to show up and make strides with him, no matter what hurdle Evan is trying to leap over. Meeting the family after half a failed date? Sure. Saying ‘I love you’ two months in? Who cares. Getting engaged in under a year and married six weeks later when the lease on the loft wasn’t even up yet? Absolutely. Deciding to have a baby less than three months after that because they’re not getting any younger? Tommy never wavered once, not even on the subject of kids. It was hard sometimes for him to stop trying to find justifications for why Tommy stuck around, at least until they’d gotten married. But even then, Evan managed to tell himself that it was the honeymoon phase of it all, that one day Tommy would wake up and see all the reasons everyone else had ever abandoned him. It didn’t matter that Tommy had lived a life of his own filled with loss and loneliness. Evan’s struggle was in facing the version of his life that meant someone didn’t just love him enough to stay, but enough to hold his boundaries and be in his corner, no matter what. He’s doing a lot better contending with all of it these days, but it’s still a process.

“Jee, are you excited to have a cousin,” Tommy whispers to her loud enough that Evan can hear him, drawing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, but I want sisser,” she replies. Tommy and Evan exchange a grin and chuckle.

“You’ll have to get your parents on that one,” Evan tells her. “But in the meantime, maybe a cousin can help.”

#30 day fluff challenge #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #tommybuck #firepilot #firebeast #prompt fic #mini fic #ficlet

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thesleepyskipper · 13 days ago

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WIP Wednesday!

Thank you to @iboatedhere, @nocoastposts, @zwiazdziarka, @onthewaytosomewhere, @firstprincehornyramblings and

@suseagull04 for the tags today!

I'm cheating a bit today because this is no longer a WIP, but I can't share any words from my exchange fic and I haven't written anything else yet! But here's the snippet that comes right after my last snippet from Sunday:

“What do you think, love?” Henry asks Alex as he throws the stick off to the side of the enclosed area by the green fence that demarcates the off-leash area. “How long do you think we should aim to stay in London?”

“Good boy!” Alex grabs the stick out of David’s mouth upon his return and throws it out again. “I’d love to see more of the city this time, H. I feel like last time we were in and out.”

Henry ponders for a moment and Alex registers the unimpressed look on his face and the crease between his eyebrows. “We were in and out because that was the goal, remember? I’m not looking to spend any more time with my bloody grandmother than I need to.”

“But I want to get a chance to see it through your eyes, sweetheart.” Alex looks over at Henry as his expression changes. His ‘stressed out’ face turns into his ‘melting puddle of goo’ face, which was ultimately Alex’s main objective.

This is for @flufftober Day 30 Prompt: "Forever?" - a little bit of miscommunication but in a good way! 😉

If you want to read the whole fic, you can find it here!

No pressure to participate, friends, but here's my tag list under the cut! I know it's late!

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#rwrb #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fanfic #wip wednesday #flufftober #flufftober2024 #day 30 #prompts #writing prompt #“Forever?”#London?

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audhddraws · 2 years ago

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Oh boy... Day 2 of my 30 day bird drawing challenge/learning to draw in general. Honestly not at all proud of this one, but I did it... sort of. Anyway, I'm trying to log *every* step of this process, so up this goes I suppose.

Maybe it would be better if I added some color or shading, but I've already gotten so frustrated with the damn feathers that I don't want to even look at it for another second right now.

Tips/ideas, anyone?

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littlelostmabari · 1 month ago

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Day 12: Romance

This is my first published smut, please be kind 🫢

Pairing: King Alistair x Queen Cousland

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: The Queen is coming home, and the King has made plans.

NSFW. Smut. 18+ MDNI. Oral sex. Vaginal sex / penetration. Established relationship. Fools very much in love.

She arrived in the middle of the night.

It was more difficult to scale the walls than it should have been: the handholds she had planned on using on the northeast climb were missing. Some had been filled with plaster, others worn down with intention. She cursed under her breath as she hung from the parapets for a solid seven minutes waiting for the stupid guard to move his stupid feet.

The walls were more heavily manned than they should have been for this time of night. This area had only a pair of guards when she was here last, and now she was pulling herself up just as one guard turned around because another was coming around the corner.

Both men turned towards her, but she was a shadow gone before they had a chance to realize anything was moving; they passed each other with a nod that nothing was out of the ordinary. She landed hard on the other side of the wall between buildings at the stables; she tucked into herself and rolled up to her feet and pushed toward the inner keep.

There were more guards in the yard than there should have been, too. They patrolled in threes instead of alone, and they were paying more attention to their surroundings. Their heads were on swivels, their eyes piercing the darkness that bled through the torches they waved.

Were they… warned?

She ducked into the stables and into the nearest stall, where she hushed the king's horse with a rough nuzzle of her hand against his nose. There was a carrot tucked in her back pocket for this exact scenario. He was fortunately silent as he pressed his warm shoulder against her as he nibbled from her palm. The guards passed by without incident and she dodged out into the night.

She pursed her lips and her brows tightened into a knot between her eyes as she dug the toes of her boots into the dirt and launched herself toward the wall of the inner keep. Those handholds were still there, at least, and she was able to quickly scale to the patio on the fourth floor, where candlelight flickered behind the glass panes of the door that was left slightly ajar. She stepped forward across the tiled stonework, making no noise even among the gravel that was unusually strewn about. Someone was certainly expecting visitors.

The door was locked, but she had expected that. It took her longer to get her picks from her bag than it did for her to pop the lock on the patio door. It made a small squeak as she pulled it open, and the candlelight within flickered in the breeze from behind her. It was dim enough that the moonlight cast her shadow more strongly than his as he faced the ornate desk on the other side of the room and poured a chalice of wine.

She was still, now, as he pulled the wine bottle up and wiped a drip from its neck with a finger that he lifted to his lips. He placed the bottle down next to the candles on the desk and turned to face her, a goblet in each hand and a sweet smile across his face.

"Welcome home, my love."

She sprinted toward him, meeting him in the middle of the room with her cloak billowing behind her and gravel flying up from her feet. Her body slammed into his, and the chalices and the wine went flying across the stone. He laughed as he spun her around fast enough that her legs left the ground and made an angle with his. He had expected to start tonight with a glass of wine and a kiss, but should have known better. Her face was pressed into his chest and neck as her feet met the ground again and he felt warm tears soaking into his shirt before he felt the shaking of her chest under his hands. One hand remained tight around her lower back while the other snaked between them to unclasp her cloak which dropped to a pile on the floor.

The hand then found her chin and pressed upward, raising her face to his. Even amongst the mess of tears and hair that had fallen from her bun, she was still so beautiful.

"There you are," he murmured into her lips, finally pressing himself to her across every plane he could reach. Fingers snaked from her chin around the back of her neck and tangled into her hair. He pulled the ribbon until her hair fell down her shoulders in the way he loved.

Her hands let go of the back of his tunic and fingers met bare skin at his hips where she had tugged the tunic lose from his trousers. He smirked into her mouth, and then pressed his tongue forward to meet hers. The soft moan that left her lungs went straight between his legs.

"Did you," she asked between kisses, "increase the number of guards on the parapets?" He hummed assent as her nails raked across his hips. "And the yard? Told them to keep an eye out for intruders?" He leaned back from her but she pressed forward and he had to take a step back to compensate. "And you got rid of my handholds on the outer walls." Now he was grinning while he pulled back even more. There was a foot, then two, of space between them and she was tracking him with a predatory gaze. "And gravel across our patio? And you locked the door?"

With each step he got closer to the bed and she dropped another piece of her kit to the floor, first her traveling bag, then her jerkin and her tunic and every bit else until the only cloth on her body was covering the parts of her he most desperately wanted to see. The heel of each hand, one at a time, pressed the tears from one eye, the other, until her face was a mess of red and weeping makeup. She looked feral.

Maker she was beautiful. He would go to the Void for blasphemy but he would be honest with himself: she was divine.

The back of his knees hit the mattress, and he fell with a bounce onto his elbows… but she kept closing the distance. She was all of his dreams incarnate, and the bulge in his trousers reflected the need he had been nursing for ten months.

"Oh, sweet Alistair," she purred as she finally reached him, running a single finger down his chest where soft red-blond hair peeked out from the opening of his tunic. "You do know how to spoil your Queen."

He really did try to think of something witty, but she was on top of him with her mouth on his before he'd even had the presence of mind to think. She straddled him with her clothed core pressed against his, one hand desperate at his laces, the other winding through the ginger hair he had grown out in the months since she'd seen him last.

When she had finally pulled his cock from his trousers it was thick and weeping in her hand. Her fingertips teased the underside of its head and he let out a gasp as if he had been punched — she did have a habit of driving the air from his lungs. His eyes rolled, seeing only the silk hanging over the mattress, and he released the hand he had in her hair so that he could wrench at the sheets. She giggled as she lifted off of his chest, making to move down his body, but he stopped her just in time.

He… he had plans. Yes, plans. Big plans. Plans that did not involve him losing his mind before he could wring his name from her mouth at least four times.

She was limber, flexible… nubile. But he was strong. She squeaked as he sat up with a loopy grin on his face and pulled her bodily over him as he laid down on his back once more. He was only able to relax when her calves were wrapped around his shoulders and her hands pressed into the sheets next to his head.

"A King is supposed to spoil his Queen," he murmured into the damp cloth of her underthings. He pressed his nose against them as she gasped, and he inhaled her scent like it was the only thing that would acceptably fill his lungs. The underthings were gone a moment later, ripped along the seam and thrown somewhere they probably wouldn't be found again.

The flat of his tongue met the sweet of her cunt, lingering on the taste that he had missed with every ounce of his being. She had been his first, and he wanted for no other. When she squirmed, he let her press herself against him, and then flicked the point of his tongue up to meet her nub. He heard the sheets rustle above him and although he couldn't see her in this position, he knew the look on her face would have undone him in an instant.

"Oh, Alistair," she moaned from above him. He had to use one hand to keep her muscled thighs from clamping around his ears — he expected more sweet noises from her and he had not heard them in too long.

He had made plans, and she had met them all as he had expected. He wasn't a fool. He knew his wife, and the way she would have entered the castle tonight. He had pulled men from the southwest quarter to patrol the northeast, he had personally strewn the gravel and locked the patio door, knowing that she would have loved the challenge. But he had intended to woo her with wine and sweet words, to make up for all the time that she had been gone searching for a cure to their Calling. The night was meant to be in the candlelight and the forgotten roses and the wine that now seeped into the stone. He wanted to romance her.

So he complained. He complained with a thumb to her clit and his tongue pressed into her cunt, spelling out her name and then his and then hers again. He complained with his nails dug into the roundness of her ass as he pulled cloth away from her breasts. He complained with his fingers that pinched and pulled and weaved across nipple and stomach.

He really did whine into her as her thighs tightened around him, her sweetness pouring into his mouth as his hips thrust up of their own accord against nothing but air. He drank from her, begging for the mercy that he had been denied these last ten months.

And then he punished her by clamping hands down on her hips and stopping any of her efforts to remove herself from him when she had only just come down from her first high. Fingers that a moment ago had been pawing at her chest moved down her body to trace her center. He sunk two into her core and husband and wife gasped in tandem. She was warm and wet across his fingertips, and she was begging him for more. More, as his tongue pressed against her nub and flicked up from where his fingers were inside her. More, as she unlaced one hand from sheets and tangled it in his hair. More, as she flung her head back and sat upright so that she could writhe above him, riding him through another orgasm.

"My lady," he murmured as she fell to the side. He allowed it, feeling the shudder in legs that likely would not be able to hold her upright any longer. She reached a hand out to him and it wobbled.

"My King."

It must have been magic, the way his tunic and his trousers and his underthings disappeared. Either that, or the sheer sight of his wife, in his bed, with that combination of love and lust on her face had made him momentarily black out. He crawled over her with kisses trailing up from her ankle to her knees, to her hips (where she whimpered, Maker did he miss that sound) and stomach, one to each breast, then to her own lips where she hummed at the taste of herself.

"Please, Ali," she begged when they finally parted, and he obliged, lining himself up with her and pressing himself inside without a downward glance. He knew these motions. It was like coming home.

The hum that left her as his hips met hers almost undid him, but he staved off the high with a groan. The movements he offered with his hips were slow, lazy. He could feel himself dragging along the inside of her; even as wet as she was around him, she was still so tight. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, in her hair and took in the smell of smoke and leather and horse and her. His hands pressed between her back and the bed and pulled her up into him so that he could wrap his strong arms around her middle. Her arms mirrored his but around his shoulders and neck.

This, this is what he had planned. He had planned to make love to his wife, to worship his Queen in their marital bed. He had planned to remind her of all of the things she had been missing while she was away. He had planned to write his remembrance with his tongue along every inch of her skin.

She didn't need reminding — he was the only one who had ever made her feel as full as she did now, her legs intertwined around his back, her hands in his hair and his shoulders and pulled against her as if she was trying to become a permanent part of him. His chest pressed against her breasts, his panting echoed in her ear, and it was a moan that vibrated from deep within him that brought her to a quiet end.

He couldn't control himself, the way she pulsed around him, and he came with a final thrust and a moan and she felt him shudder within her as he finished. He caught himself from crushing her by holding himself up by his elbows instead, his palms still cupping her shoulder blades. When he finally had enough mind to sit up and pull away, she whimpered and pulled him back.

His shoulder felt her smile grow as he shook with a chuckle, and he finally did pull back enough that he could look down into her face.

She was a mess, her hair was all atangle (that was only probably a little bit his fault) and there were new tears that ran down the outside of her eyes back towards her ears. The Alistair of years past would have fumbled and jolted, looking for injury to body or spirit, but King Theirin, husband to the Warden Queen, knew the tears on his beloved's face were of joy instead of sorrow. She allowed one arm to fall just until her hand could cup his day-old scruff, and he leaned into it with eyes that threatened to close, but no, this was his wife and she was home and she was safe and he wanted to see her.

"I found it," she whispered, new tears rising unbidden.

"That conversation is for the morning, dove." He returned her smile with a small one of his own. He leaned down just enough to nuzzle his nose to hers as he pulled himself from her and lay at her side. His arms folded around her again and she found herself enrobed by his arms and his legs and his love.

"You're home."

#veilguard30 #30 days of dragon age #author's first smut #I read the “romance” prompt and I wrote up to “spoil your Queen” and then I think I blacked out #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #king alistair #alistair dragon age #alistair x cousland #dragon age

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askmemeindex · 2 months ago

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31 Prompts related to autumn or spooky vibes in some way. Any mediums, whether art or writing, and intended to be ambiguous enough to use for original or fanfic or a combination of the two.

This is just a list to use freely, not an organized event, so no need to tag this account.

Full list under read more.

1. A bad habit to have in Autumn 2. Carving Pumpkins/Making pumpkin treats 3. Gifted Holiday/Seasonal Clothing 4. Favorite warm drink 5. Wood chopping/fireplace 6. Farmer’s market 7. Decorating for a holiday or festival 8. Talking to the dead 9. Zombies/Parasitoids/Parasitic Molds 10. A scary house/building 11. Familiars 12. Biggest Phobia 13. Costumes 14. Bonfires/Campfires 15. Sharing a tradition 16. Dolls/Stuffed Animals/Puppets 17. Labyrinthine Forests/Dungeons 18. “Hold my hand, I’m scared!” 19. Leaf pressing/piles/indentification 20. Winter prep/hibernation/harvest 21. Scarecrows 22. Autumn flowers 23. Quilt 24. Werewolves/Transformation 25. Cemetery/Mausoleum 26. Spiderwebs/cobwebs 27. Bloodsucking Creatures/Vampires/Bats 28. Candles/Candlewax 29. Apothecary/Potions/Medicine 30. Mushrooms/mycology 31. Gargoyles Alternative prompts 1. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 2. Umbrellas 3. Apple spice 4. Competitions (rival witches/fair contests) 5. Crocheting/knitting/looming/crafting for autumn 6. Fall colors 7. Taking a ride in the autumnal countryside

#30 day meme #prompt meme #october prompts

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skyward-floored · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer...”

Downfall duo!!! A shorter fic, but I think I’m burnt out lol

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood & injury, a little intense

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“C’mon Legend, not much longer,” Hyrule grunted, and Legend moaned, a hand pressed tightly to his middle. “We can stop soon, we just need to cover a bit more ground.”

“Can’t stop,” Legend breathed, flinching as something snarled in the distance. “Th’ll find you, keep going.”

Hyrule didn’t bother arguing, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.

A monster howled somewhere nearby, closer then the previous sound, and Hyrule tried to quicken his pace, dragging Legend through the dark woods. He didn’t know why or how the monsters had mistaken Legend’s blood for his, but they were being hunted because of it.

And he was so low on magic that if he tried to heal Legend, Hyrule wouldn’t be able to run any more.

Legend stumbled, and Hyrule tightened his grip, Legend letting out an unsteady breath.

“Hang on Ledge, hang on, we just need to put some more distance between them,” Hyrule breathed, and Legend nodded, his face pale from what Hyrule could see of it. The lack of snarky reply made his heart beat faster then it already was, and Hyrule tried to speed up even more.

They were in his time he knew, but he didn’t know this area as well as some others, and couldn’t remember any safe spots anywhere close by. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that they were moving too slow, that they wouldn’t make it, that they’d be caught and Legend would be killed once they figured out it wasn’t his blood that they wanted, but Hyrule forced it away.

They could make it.

Legend suddenly stumbled, dropping in Hyrule’s arms so abruptly that Hyrule fell along with him.

They both fell to the dirt, Legend gasping as he landed on his side, and Hyrule quickly scrambled upright and tried to pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shook as Hyrule put his arm back around him, and he dragged him upright, the sound of pounding feet and monsters baying for blood growing louder.

“R-Rule, I-I can’t,” Legend croaked, and Hyrule looked at him, his heart in his throat. “I can’t...”

“Legend no, come on, just a bit further,” Hyrule said, voice shaking a little. “We can make it, we just need to keep moving.”

Legend looked at him tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he met Hyrule’s.

“Rule you gotta... gotta leave me. K-keep going.”

“Not an option,” Hyrule snapped, and cast desperately around the woods for something to help them. All that met him were huge shadowed trees, twisted roots and a dark, moonless sky.

“Want your b-blood, more ‘portant you... get away,” Legend whispered.

Torches suddenly glinted close by, too close, and Hyrule’s frantic gaze finally caught on a particularly tangled tree up ahead. A deafening howl rang through the forest, and Hyrule nearly carried Legend to the knot of roots he’d spotted, the hole just large enough that he was able to press both of them inside.

Legend made a sharp noise of distress when Hyrule accidentally nudged his injury, and he shushed him, curling around Legend so he was further hidden.

“Stay quiet Vet, we can’t let them hear us,” Hyrule breathed, the sharp tang of blood reaching his nose as he held Legend’s head close to him. Legend let out a pained breath, and Hyrule shushed him again as a monster hissed, still too close for comfort.

Footsteps pounded even closer, and Hyrule pressed them both tighter under the knot of mossy roots. All he could do was hope the shelter would be enough to hide them.

Torchlight flickered, and Hyrule tried to quiet his ragged breathing as he heard footsteps pound the dirt right next to their hiding spot. Legend flinched suddenly, his breath stuttering, and Hyrule pulled his head to his chest, trying to muffle any noises he made.

The footsteps stopped, and Hyrule closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the monsters would pass them by and not sniff out the blood dampening Legend’s tunic.

Please keep going, please don’t find us, keep going, keep going please...

A monster growled, and Hyrule heard a few voices exchange words in broken Hylian, hisses and snarls filtering down through the roots. Leaves crunched right by Hyrule’s feet, and he looked over in terror at the tail lashing right by their hiding spot.

Legend’s arm suddenly shifted, slowly reaching down to his side. Hyrule felt his hands shaking as he rifled in his pouch, and the leaves beside them rustled, a low snarl making the hair on Hyrule’s neck stand straight up.

A hole was suddenly torn in the roots above them, but Legend threw something over the both of them at the same time with a pained gasp.

A lizalfos stared down at them, tongue flicking between its teeth, and before Hyrule could try to attack or scramble away, Legend pressed his hand over his mouth.

The lizalfos continued to stare, looking directly at Hyrule and Legend, but made no move to attack. It extended its face only a few inches from Hyrule’s, so close that the traveler could count the scales on its snout, but still didn’t try anything.

It let out a low hiss through its teeth, and then it drew back, snarling something as it stalked away.

Hyrule let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Legend shakily withdrew his hand.

Neither of them moved though, snarls and growls still ringing through the trees. After what felt like forever, footsteps pounded across the dirt, leaves crunching as the noises faded, and the torchlight receded, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

Hyrule looked over at Legend, his breathing ragged, and the veteran shakily pulled down what looked like a deep red cloak from their faces.

“How...”

“Invisibility cloak,” Legend croaked, breathing out shakily. “Takes m-magic to use though, I... can’t do th-that again.”

Hyrule let out a laugh that was a little hysterical, and rested his head against Legend’s, both of them trembling with the close call.

“I think we can stay here for the night,” Hyrule breathed eventually, and Legend made a small noise of agreement. “I don’t think they’ll come back any time soon.”

Hyrule shifted a little, Legend hissing in pain, and he set his hand on Legend’s bloodied side, calling forth the dregs of magic he had left.

“Rule...”

“You’re going to bleed out if I don’t,” Hyrule murmured, and Legend exhaled, letting him use what magic he could to stop the bleeding.

He stopped before long, feeling lightheaded from the magical drain. He hadn’t been able to completely heal Legend, but he wouldn’t die from the injury now, as long as they paid attention to it.

Legend murmured a quiet thanks, and Hyrule nodded, closing his eyes. He hoped the monsters wouldn’t come back— the odds of them checking their hiding spot again were slim, but... still possible. There really was no reason to suspect that they were here though, and they should be safe for the night.

Neither of them had the strength to move anyway.

Legend set his head on his, still slightly trembling, and Hyrule felt himself begin to drift, exhausted from the adrenaline draining away, and the low state of his magic.

“That was close,” he whispered, and he felt Legend swallow, holding him a little more tightly.

“Yeah. It was,” he whispered back.

They both drifted off not long after that, ears still pricked for the sounds of distant snarls and howls, curled up tightly under Legend’s cloak.

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