#Augusnippets 2024

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Day 31: Bonus Day

Cape

“Your suit must include a cape,” cut the Designer dryly. “If you’re a Hero, you have to wear a cape.”

Hero squirmed uncomfortably:

“But- didn’t the Edna Mode School of Thought say-”

The end of this sentence died on their lips as Designer glared at them, waving dangerously with their scissors gliding in their hand:

“I know what they say. Do you fly?”

“N-no?”

“Then most of the risks are averted. All clothes have dangers, if you put it like that. You can trip on a scarf or on new shoes too.”

“But capes do nothing.”

“Excuse me? The propaganda has come too far!”

Designer rubbed their forehead:

“Look, if you’re cut from help and backup, trust me, you’ll be grateful for the extra fabric. You can carry things or a person with it. You can rip it apart for bandages. It can be used as a shock blanket or a way to protect anonymity. ”

“I-I didn’t think about that-”

“Exactly.”

Designer stepped forward and poked at their forehead:

“So you’re gonna walk out to the world with your shiny new suit, you’re going to heroically cover a citizen in need with your crazy useful cape, and you’re going to look damn good doing it. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Designer.”

"Don't be ungrateful to the Cape and its wonders. Or it will end you."

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Aaand that makes 10 snippets. Thanks for the event @augusnippets, it's been fun !

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Augusnippets Day 13: Poisoning

CW: hero whumpee, poisoned, open ending

Staring at nothing, hero took a sip from his glass, feeling the heat from the crowded room creep beneath his mask. So many people, so much light, inescapable noise and colors and motion—he took a deep breath and pulled at his collar. For a moment, he watched the dancing couples in the middle of the ballroom, willing his senses to calm down. But the whirling, swirling movement made his head swim. He looked away, glancing around for a path through the crowd, a way to escape—

“Enjoying yourself, I hope?” Someone touched his elbow. The newcomer smiled. The eyeholes of his mask were dark slits above his curving mouth. “Not leaving already? You’ll miss the grand finale.”

Hero took another breath. His throat felt dry. “Thank you, but I—I must excuse myself.” The words tumbled out, disconnected and strange.

The man seemed to look him up and down. “What a shame.” He flourished his own glass in a dismissive motion, the smile still plastered across his face.

Hero said nothing and turned away, half- stumbling to the door of the ballroom. In the quieter hallway outside he stopped and ripped off his elaborate mask with a shaking hand. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel sick? Why did his—

His head swam again, and he threw out an arm to catch himself just in time. He needed to rest, he needed—but his thoughts drifted apart and he couldn’t think. His mask dropped to the floor as he made his way forward. Dimly, he sensed people watching him, staring at him as he gasped for breath, as pain cracked through his chest and he collapsed.

“What’s…happening to me…” he rasped, clutching his throat.

And then, as he faded, that voice came again, the same smug, cold voice from before. “What do you think is happening, hero? I should think it would be obvious.”

Obvious…hero gasped raggedly, trying to breathe. Poison. Villain had poisoned him. The wine.

Then the world turned dark.

@augusnippets

[jedi-lothwolf]

Augusnippets Day 11: Whumpee wearing Caretakers clothes

Fandom: The Clone Wars

Summary: While in a mission on a frozen planet, Cody falls into a lake. Obi-wan knows it's important to keep him warm.

    "Cody!" Obi-wan sled over to him as he fell under the ice. The thickness of the ice was hard to see under the snow. One of the men helped the jedi grab a hold of Cody and pulled him back to the surface. They dragged him away from the opening.

"Are you alright?" Kenobi asked. Cody didn't answer at first. Suddenly being submerged in freezing water had taken his breath away. He just listened to Obi-wan talk. Talking to the men, he told them to find a place to shelter them from the harsh and cold winds. They agreed and went to find a place to set up camp for the night.

As Obi-wan wrapped his clock around the man, Cody finally snapped back to reality. "Obi-wan?"

"Yes love?"

"You're going to get cold" he shivered.

"Oh I'll be alright. Let's get you someplace a little warmer. Then men are.teying to find cover."

Cody pulled the cloth closer to his body. It made him feel a little better. While he couldn't feel the clock's soft texture, he knew it was there. After all, he had felt it many times before.

Helping Cody stand, Obi-wan pulled him close. "Let's find the men."

[whumperwithwings]

Augusnippets Day 1: Gaslighting/Hypnosis/Brainwashing

Content: Gaslighting, Threatening, Implied Kidnapping

"No, that's a Pyrite nugget. They look exactly the same. I understand that you might get confused, Whumpee, considering you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but now you are making me question why I acquired you in the first place." Whumper seemed like a giant as they loomed over Whumpee while glaring at them, Whumpee quickly growing clammy from the threat, their palms sweating so hard they almost dropped the gold nugget they were holding.

Whumpee balked away from Whumper, before giving them one, dangerous, glance. "B-but, Whumper, I did the gold test just like you-"

"Hold it," Whumper said, interrupting Whumpee's supposed proof. "Last I checked, I am the expert here. I am the one who has undergone extensive training. I am the one who has several degrees. And I am your direct supervisor, so you better get your ass back to the river and find me some real gold." Whumper snarled the second to last word at Whumpee, leaning down to get all to close to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee gulped with fright. "Yes, Whumper."

"Good. And I'll be taking that Pyrite nugget you're holding. It's my property. And you don't want to take my property, wouldn't you, Whumpee?" Whumper casually leaned against a tree behind them, as if they were just two friends chit-chatting.

"Of course not, Whumper." Whumpee frantically nodded and scurried off, leaving Whumper to a mineral nugget that must have been Pyrite. After all, Whumper said so, right?

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Augusnippets Day 8: Found Family - Colin

This fic is set a little later in the timeline, once Rowyn's a bit more confident of his place in the group, and his and Colin's relationship.

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By the time Charlie’s pressing “play” on the night’s movie, Rowyn’s sure that something’s wrong with Colin.

He can tell, in the subtle ways that Colin shows his distress, subtle enough that no one else has noticed. Rowyn, however, is so attuned to Colin’s body language that he immediately noticed something was wrong. To him, it’s clear, seen in the way that Colin is ever-so-slightly less exuberant tonight in his storytelling, in the way that his face settles into a frown the moment he thinks no one is watching, in the way that his hands momentarily clench into fists.

Upon noticing these things, Rowyn remembers the last time he knew someone that deeply. It’s a bittersweet thing, he thinks, as he reflects on the two people that he used to know better than himself. He might not even recognize them, if he saw them today. And that thought almost breaks his heart, but he forces himself to remember why he had to leave, and he turns his attention back to the person he’s currently worried about.

After half an hour of watching the movie, Rowyn is officially concerned. Glancing around him, he realizes he’s not the only one who’s noticed Colin’s restless shifting; Max looks at Rowyn, raising their eyebrows and nodding at Colin, their question clear. Rowyn shrugs in response, looking back at his boyfriend.

He wraps an arm around Colin’s shoulders and pulls him closer in a snuggle, so he can discreetly whisper in his ear, What’s wrong?

He gets a vague shrug in reply, and he frowns, his focus turning back to the movie, even as he resolves to keep an eye on Colin.

Throughout all of this, Charlie remains fixated on the storyline of the movie, as enthusiastic of a viewer as normal. Jamie however, is oblivious to the situation entirely, enjoying Keegan’s presence next to him, and watching the movie while his mind wanders slightly.

As the movie progresses, Colin slumps more fully against Rowyn, who glances at him every few seconds, his lack of commentary the most telling sign that something’s wrong.

When Colin suddenly squirms against him, Rowyn’s head snaps over to look at him, Max now carefully watching them as well.

Rowyn watches as Colin’s face drains of any colour, leaving it a sickly white in the light from the movie. He sees Colin’s Adam's apple bobbing, as he swallows rapidly, his mind running a mile a minute connecting all the clues.

He and Max both understand what’s happening at the same time, but just a second too late. At that moment, Colin lets up the softest, airiest burp, really it’s just a puff of air. This precedes a large burst of vomit that splatters onto his lap and the ground in front of him. He gags again, but nothing more comes up.

When he closes his eyes for a moment, hands clenching again, Rowyn gently touches his arm, causing him to jump and turn towards Rowyn, eyes wide with vulnerability, puke still on his chin.

Rowyn goes to stand up to grab some supplies, and Max stops him, muttering “I’ve got it, you stay with him.”

Rowyn takes a moment to observe the state of the room. Max had vacated their spot, and left the room, but everyone else was still there. Charlie, from her movie-watching spot on the floor, had frozen, trembling with the barest hint of a shiver, her eyes wide and staring. Crouched in front of her was Jamie, with one hand on her shoulder, and the other running soothingly through her hair while also keeping her eyes averted from Colin. Keegan is sitting stiffly on the couch, alternating between watching Jamie and Colin, obviously not sure how he can help, until Jamie gets his attention. Someone paused the movie, but Rowyn doesn't know who or when.

“Ro… gonna happ’n ‘gain,” Colin mumbles, and Rowyn reaches up to push his orange hair back from his face, bracing Colin against him.

Just as Colin leans forward with another heave, Max hurries back into the room with an armful of items that they let clatter to the floor as they plop a bowl on Colin’s lap into which splatters the remains of Colin’s dinner, now partially digested.

Max groans, turning away as their own stomach twists at the sight, instead gathering up the supplies they had collected from where they had fallen to the floor.

After a minute of throwing up, this second wave lasting longer than the first, Colin appears empty, heaving dryly over the bowl.

Rowyn rubs his back in big circles, encouraging him to take deep breaths until the heaves taper off and Colin is left drained and slumping back into the cushions.

Glancing around the room once more, Rowyn sees Charlie and Jamie in a very similar position, if a bit more frantic. Keegan, however, is now crouched down with Jamie in front of Charlie, well versed in what debilitating panic feels like, trying to calm Charlie down.

The floor and Colin himself are both still covered in vomit, so Rowyn starts to nudge his boyfriend before the adrenaline wears off, pulling him upright, and ushering him towards the bathroom.

After settling Colin in bed, Rowyn leaves him with a kiss before going back into the hallway where he hears voices. He peaks into Charlie’s room, to see Jamie and Charlie curled up on her bed, in a tight embrace. Jamie catches his eye, and winks at him, which is enough to reassure Rowyn that Jamie has the situation under control. 

So he makes his way to the living room to start cleaning the mess, only to find Keegan and Max working on it already.

Upon returning to their room, he finds Colin, surprisingly, still awake. Rowyn rolls his eyes when Colin makes grabby hands towards his boyfriend, pouting dramatically until Rowyn climbs in bed with him.

After a couple moments of comfortable silence, Colin asks “Whatcha thinkin about?”

“Just how lucky I am to have met all of you. And how thankful I am that you brought me into this group. I’m just kind of realizing tonight how it really feels like you guys are my family, if that makes sense? I mean, I gave up on my family a long time ago, but I think this is what it’s supposed to feel like.”

Colin smiles at the sentiment, looking half-asleep, and snuggles closer.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

the hope of it all.

Augusnippet drabbles. I'm challenging myself to post one a day for the next 30 days (because I missed the 1st, sorry guys.)

read on a03 (the title is also a link)

A collection of whump prompts for Augusnippets. They're supposed to be drabbles but chances are I'm going to be over the wordcount on most - if not all - of them. Will update tags as I go, some will be platonic, some romantic but I'll specify ships at the start of each chapter. Most likely to be Emily-centric, of course, it's me.

day 2: make-up

Emily's been injured (again), and this time it's Penelope to the rescue.

day 2: blizzard

The team are grounded after a case in New York.

[spicywhumper]

Augusnippets 2024 – Day 24. (Alt.) Flashbacks

Masterlist // Series: What Comes After // Warnings: torture, whippinng // this is a flashback piece, a heavier whump in comparison to other pieces of this series

Billie – she thought, sometimes, she forgot how her name sounded in someone else’s mouth – was exhausted and in pain. Her body was in a constant stage of ache. Discomfort at best, excruciating pain more of than not. Something quite fucking annoying, she hated all of this. She stopped counting the days, or trying to count the days, after three weeks. Or more like after one of the guards found her and had slammed her into a wall, hands around her neck and screaming about how she shouldn't even try to keep track of time.

She was on the floor, doing her best to not react like she wanted to. Squirm and moan and cry only added more hits to any punishment. This time, more strokes of the belt on her back. She wondered if she did something to deserve the whipping or if her captor just felt like trying to tear the flesh from her back. It didn’t matter that much, not when it wouldn’t change a thing about her situation. Billie would still be sweaty and bloody on the floor.

The leather snapped again, again, again, again and again and she couldn’t breath and it didn’t stop and hit again-

“Hey, hey, Billie?” The voice was smooth, she flinched at the touch on her shoulder, blood was too hot, covering her back, leaking from- “Billie, Billie,” the hand hovered just close enough for her to feel its warmth. “Hey, it’s me, Erin. I won’t hurt ‘u. It’s just me.”

Billie blinked, sight blurred. She was on her knees, hugging herself, in a fetal position. Rogers was a solid, warm presence beside her. She didn’t know what triggered it this time. It has become a little less frequent as months passed by, but she was frustrated with how she still kept being reduced to a teary, whining mess by memories of things that happened over a year ago.

Still weakened by stupid memories.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Ok.”

Trusting Rogers meant a part of her wanted to crawl into her lap and let the woman comfort her with warmth, gentle words and pressure of a hug. Billie opted out this time, the memory had been vivid enough she felt tender where she was hit in it.

She hated how her brain worked.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

She's a Hofferson

Summary: Written for Day 5 Augusnippets. Set somewhere after Httyd 3. Astrid has a fever, but she doesn't want to rest.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 235

Prompts: Feverish Caretaking

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Ey, the first Augusnippets that doesn't have to do with my Mind Full AU! One of the very few!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Astrid please!” Her husband pleads with her as he chases her around the house. She shouldn’t be up on her feet, feverish as she is, but she is and she is not listening to anything he has to say.

“No! I don’t care what Gothi said, I have things to do!” Astrid argues as she goes around in search of her axe. Where did Hiccup hide it?

“You can’t do them when you’re sick!” Hiccup tries to reason with her, but she’s stubborn. She doesn’t want to admit that there’s sense in his words.

When she can’t find her beloved weapon, she lets out a roar of fury that almost knocks her off her feet. Dizziness claims her, the world spins and for a moment she blacks out. It’s a fortunate thing that her significant other is right there to catch her. When she comes to after a moment of darkness, she finds herself wrapped in his arms.

“Astrid, please, get some rest. I know you’re a Hoffersons and Hoffersons say they never rest, but you should right now. So please, rest,” he pleads with her and Astrid sighs. Perhaps he’s right, she can hardly stay up her feet for longer than a few minutes.

“Fine, but only if you take me to bed,” Astrid requests and Hiccup is happy to oblige, lifting her up in his arms and returning her to their bedroom.

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 17

Path of Comfort + Whumperless Whump Prompt; "Snuggling" + "Throwing up" Part 2

Day 17 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV/Caretaker: Gawain - The Green Knight

- Whumpee: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 699

TWs; emeto, vomiting, pain, broken ribs, vomiting up blood, internal injuries, comforting a (kind of) enemy, reluctant caretaker

Direct continuation of Day 15, Alt. POV.

Gawain wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting when he'd followed Lancelot into the trees, but finding his once-sworn enemy curled up on the forest floor vomiting blood and crying in pain certainly wasn't it.

"You're injured."

Lancelot's lack of response was beyond predictable, at this point.

"Your ribs, are they--"

"Broken?..." Lancelot rasped. He raised his head in what looked like a show of defiance were it not for the fact he then winced, nodding his head slowly.

Gawain was deeply concerned. The state of Lancelot right now could indicate something much more serious...

Lancelot seemed to notice the look on Gawain's face.

"It's... fine... they haven't pierced me..." Lancelot trailed off with a pained grimace, clutching at his side and retching again. He moaned, burying his forehead into the knarled root he leaned on, bloodstained teeth bared.

How can he possibly know if his organs have been pierced or not... Given the wheezing, paleness, refusal to eat and the vomiting blood, surely these broken ribs had damaged him inside.

A pang of sympathy bolted through Gawain's chest, he should be taking pleasure in this.

Is not this pain exactly what the bastard deserves...?

And yet Gawain could not quell the pity, the empathy, nor the desire to help this traitorous Fey.

The only way to know how severe the injuries were was for Lancelot to actually allow him to see to them, but first they'd need to return to camp. A task easier said than done when he himself could barely walk without limping for the pain in his spine and the less said of the Fey collapsed on the floor the better...

"Let me help you back to camp." Gawain said, leaning down next to him.

Despite how much he was clearly suffering Lancelot still dragged himself away, trembling body tensed as if ready to fight, a near frenzied snarl on his face.

"Leave me... the fuck alone!..."

"You're in no fit state to argue, Lancelot."

Lancelot for his part was unable to reply even if he'd been likely to, coiled up and vomiting again, facing away, unable to fight this battle on both fronts. Gawain was close enough to him now that when he collapsed back down the warrior ended up leaning against him, panting in evident exhaustion, a decidedly unhealthy wheeze punctuating his breaths.

Lancelot whimpered, grabbing at his injured side again, moaning something like a "no..."

And Gawain found himself wrapping his arms around the wounded warrior before he could quite think about what he was doing. He held his breath, preparing to have to fight to help him...

Yet like a breaking dam the fight seemed to drain out of Lancelot completely, and to Gawain's utter suprise, he leaned into the somewhat accidental embrace. Gawain froze as Lancelot turned to bury himself into Gawain's chest, trembling hands fisting into his clothes like his very life depended on it. It took Gawain a solid moment to realise Lancelot was crying quietly, sucking in quick, sharp, painful breaths, a sniffle like he was trying to hide it but failing miserably.

And Gawain now had no fucking clue how to react.

"I know it hurts..." he found himself mumbling, holding Lancelot to him now, that instinct to offer his own fucking enemy comfort in just the same way he'd felt compelled to back in the torture tent too powerful to ignore.

The shaking only increased, until Lancelot was openly sobbing into Gawain's chest, broken noises escaping him, all the while his arm clamped over his ribs. These were the heartbroken cries of a man utterly destroyed, Gawain did not think this was purely from pain anymore but more words of comfort were impossible to find. And what could he say, truly? I'm sorry you got hurt? I'm sorry you betrayed your Church to save us?

No. All Gawain could do was hold him until he recovered.

"Come on, Ashman..."

An incoherent sob was his only reply. Gawain spied Lancelot's cloak on the ground, just about in arms reach and he shifted to grab it, wrapping it around the trembling man like a blanket as he sunk into his hold even further.

What a fucking day...

Some alt prompts and an alternative POV for a previous day today! Thanks for reading as always, onto the next...

[whumping-valentine]

@augusnippets Day One: Brainwashing

I was originally planning on making these generic, nameless, whumpee/whumper things, but I thought it would be more fun to use my different characters. This was… MUCH harder than I thought it would be. Between picking the character and not trying to spoil something that actually happens in my series, it's a challenge in and of itself, nevermind the 31-day prompts! This was hard to plan out, I hope you like them, and I hope you'll like this glance into my broader book universe AKA my entire life lol

I've been procrastinating all day, but here it is! I feel like most people have these all ready in advance, but I'm writing these one day at a time just like god intended. Alright, enough yapping.

Content: (Implied) brainwashing and propaganda, fantasy racism.

Characters used: Misty (angel) and Jackson (demon)

These are pretty much exclusively for myself, but if you enjoy them that's cool, too! I just wanna challenge myself with writing my different characters every day.

Also sorry if the writing is bad, I wrote this in 20 minutes at 11 PM, lol. I'm jus' goin' with it, man.

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"Do you have to bother me?" Jackson exasperated. "Do you not have anything better to do with your time?"

Misty straightened herself, "Do I have to bother you?" She scoffed, "Is that what you think this is? Am I a mild annoyance to you?"

"You are, yeah. Now, your mother, that's someone I would take seriously. But you're just a little girl who's been fed so much propaganda that she thinks what she's doing isn't crazy."

"Little girl?" She took offence, "We're the same age! Don't- don't you dare condescend me!"

"If me being slightly rude to you is the worst thing that's ever happened in your privileged life then you're doing pretty good." Misty was about to reply, but Jackson continued, "I'm sure Heaven isn't all it's cut out to be, really. There are so many different dimensions and planets in our world, what makes you think yours is the sole paradise? All of that brainwashing propaganda they feed you? That they feed the humans while they're still on Earth? Does it make you happy to stomp on creatures who don't have the same privilege you do? Does it make you proud, Princess?"

"No, see this is what you demons do. You lie, you trick, you steal, all for your own gain. You don't care about humans, don't act like you do. As Princess of Angels it is my job to keep them safe. Me, my family, and all of the other higher angels stress by the day. I am not the highest authority, I will admit. I would never place myself to the same level as the Virtues, Thrones, or Seraphim. I am merely an Archangel who looks after humans."

"That's a whole lot of yapping to say fucking nothing. Really though, you should consider yourself lucky. You have an entire team of angels to help you. You know what my job as Prince entails? Making sure that all of Hell doesn't literally fucking escape! Do you think we ALL want this shit? You think we're all evil just because our magic is different than yours? Because we look different? Because we live somewhere you deem unholy?"

"You're lying."

"Is that your only retort? That we lie? Because the only people that I see lying are angels."

"Angels would never lie, that's a sin."

"Well then your people are the biggest sinners I know." He said, "And, honestly, Misty... If you really want to do good in this world, you should look out for all of your souls. It just so happens some are suffering in Hell."

"Why should I care about them? They made their choice while they were on Earth."

"And what about all of the non-humans who were sent there as a form of punishment?"

Misty rolled her eyes, "That doesn't happen!"

"Really? It doesn't? How would you know, did your family tell you that, too? Look, one of us here is the demon prince who has seen this stuff first hand, and the other is a sheltered angel princess who's rarely left the safety of paradise. I bet you don't even know what happens in Hell. I bet they tell you it's all fun and games down there, don't they?"

"Of course not, Hell is supposed to be a punishment."

"Then what kind of punishments are happening in Hell?"

Misty was silent.

Jackson spoke darkly, "Do you want me to tell you?"

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This wasn't very whumpy but hey, I still followed the prompt! I think it's quite fun to take a prompt and spin it a bunch. It makes things more creative and diverse. The whump is more so implied in this one.

Also I don't think this is technically canon to my series because I'm not sure when this conversation takes place. It would have to be while they're really young because Misty has always been more of a rebel teen, but the dialogue isn't exactly childish. Oh well, it's fun to write random stuff without worrying about actual canon to its fullest. This is slightly out-of-character for the both of them but not enough that it's weird.

Also it is like almost midnight that's how much I've procrastinated lol. Good night

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Mind & Heart

Summary: Augusnippets 2024 Day 31. Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. Toothless can feel what Hiccup is doing.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced near Death

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 483

Prompts: Bonus Day - Write whatever you want.

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: And so "write whatever you want" is what I did. :) My final day for Augusnippets, posted on time! An immediate follow-up to Day 30's "This Choice Is His".

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Toothless hated the humans, he hated them. After the loss of his tailfin, he should be glad that he’s alive he supposes, but he couldn’t even bring up that much. He’s a downed dragon, he’ll never touch the sky again, he’s meant to die. And if it wasn’t for these humans keeping him captive in this sorry excuse for a man-made den, he would be already. His suffering and shame would’ve ended, they should’ve just let nature take its course.

Hiccup thought differently.

In the middle of the night, when Night Furies are supposed to be the most active, he sneaks into his den. Toothless growls, already disliking the boy. The humans think he’s so weak, so bad at being a dragon that they think this small boy is nothing to him?!

“Ah, ha-hey, um…” But Hiccup is rightfully anxious, fumbling with a lengthy roll of paper in his hands and keeping his wide-eyed gaze on the Night Fury. He’s scared and yet he’s here.

Toothless can tell that he’s like his mother, there’s a pull to him that he usually only feels with other dragons. It’s untapped, like a barrier. Humans would consider it a plastic wrapping someone should poke a hole into to get to whats inside.

“I-I made this and, uh…” Hiccup unrolls the roll and shows it to him from far away. Toothless grows silent as he takes a look. Not bothering to get up until he thinks he recognizes what’s on it. It looks like his tailfin.

“I-I have this mentor and he- and he- and he teaches me things and, uh… I think I can help you fly again.” Hiccup explains, anxiety growing as the very dangerous Night Fury quietly steps closer.

Toothless reaches out to him, grabs hold of that unseen pull, pokes a hole through that proverbial plastic wrapping and finds only genuine intention. Hiccup doesn’t want him to waste away in this fake den, a fate all the other humans have already resigned him to. There’s a brilliant head on his shoulders and he wants to use it for good.

Toothless hasn’t let go of that pull since. He’s kept tugging and tugging, until they’re able to practically read each other’s minds without even trying.

-XOXOX-

Five years later in the middle of the night, Toothless shoots awake. The cause? A debilitating emptiness in the corner of his self reserved just for his human. Something is wrong, he knows there is. That spot fills with a kind of dread he has never experienced before.

He begins clawing on the door and the one-way window, he needs to get out of here. Something is wrong and he needs to fix it. He charges up a plasma blast strong enough to tear through the mostly iron hull hidden by fake foliage. He can feel Hiccup slipping away and nothing will stand between him and saving his human.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

DAY 14: Toys/gifts

“No !” yelped Grandchild, their head buried into their pillow. “I don’t want to hear a word from you.”

Retired Superhero closed the door, sat on a chair, and asked:

“Why?”

“Because! I know what you’re going to say!”

Grandchild sat up and exclaimed, throwing their arms around:

“In my time, I was the greatest hero with the greatest power! In my time, young people had to grit their teeth and carry on! In my time, kids with superpowers knew how to control themselves and-”

Their breath hitched, and they hiccuped:

“A-and- didn't throw their teacher around and sent her to the hospital-”

Their lip wobbled a bit, and they began to cry. Retired Superhero hummed, and opened his arms, but Grandchild recoiled. Their grandfather was always looking so solemn and intimidating in their dark suit. The only touch of color was the non-binary pin that he’d put on since the day they had made their coming out. The old man coughed a little, then searched his pockets to retrieve a small package.

“It’s for you.”

Grandchild hesitated, but curiosity got the better of them. They opened their gift, revealing a wooden box, with a carved rabbit on the top.

“You give me...a toy?”

“It’s an old toy,” said Retired Superhero. “My grandpa gave it to me when I was about your age. You see, he hadn't telekinesis like us. He could take powers away.”

He pursed his lips:

“I had trouble to master my abilities, too, so he gave me that little rabbit. I could store my energy away in the box, until the time I was sure I could control it for good. You’re the only person who can give it away and give it back, at any time you want. It can’t be stolen.”

Grandchild looked at the box, at their grandpa, then asked:

“B-But- isn’t that cheating? Ain’t I supposed to control my power on my own? Aren’t you the one who said that willpower is the greatest power of all?”

“I still think so,” smiled Retired Superhero. “But even the greatest power can’t do everything on its own, just like a powerful person can’t do everything by oneself. Sometimes, things need a little... help.”

Grandchild didn’t answer anything, but this time, they initiated the hug.

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Augusnippets Day 4: Vivisection

CW: vampire whumpee, referenced vivisection, captivity, Gothic whump

Blood spilled. The dungeon smelled of iron and death. Darkness pressed close on all sides, save for the circle of a single torch flickering in the corner. Beneath it, the vampire huddled, clutching his chest with a bloodied hand.

Torture. They had tortured him. Cut into him with their scalpels, exposed him with their merciless fingers, examined him with their sharp, cold gazes. Then they had pieced him back together. But still he bled. It seeped from the edges of the incision and stained his thin shirt in a large V. He looked down at it in the dim light. Soon, he would heal. Soon, soon.

His stomach rolled. Ferocious hunger gaped wide and started to consume him. Blood. He needed to feed. To replenish what they took from him.

In a burst of anger, he wrestled violently at his chains. The motion sent fresh pain stabbing through his chest. He sank back, gasping, wide-eyed. Trapped. He was trapped, he knew now. He couldn’t break free without fresh blood, and he couldn’t get that blood without his freedom. What had they done to him, that he couldn’t heal? Surely being cut open wasn’t enough to weaken him? He had endured worse, experienced horrors that would cause a mere human to beg for death.

And yet, imprisoned in the dark, vivisected and stitched together again, the vampire doubted his own strength.

And his blood spilled.

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Augusnippets Day 14: Gifts

Fandom: EPIC: The Musical

Summary: Some crew members make Ody and Eury flower crowns.

It had been Polites who said they should make a gift for their captain and second in command. A few crew members tried to figure out what they give them. Eventually they discovered a nearby field that was over run with flowers.

"Do you know how to make flower crowns?" Polites asked. The men looked at each other, something nodding and others looking lost. "I'll show you!"

So Polites grabbed some flowers and sat down in the grass. Slowly, he instructed his friends how to make a flower crown. After a while, they finished their crafts. Now they had a variety of flower crowns that were all different colors. The crew just needed to find their officers.

Eurylochus and Odysseus had been talking when Polites walked up to them. "We have a surprise for you." He said. From behind his back, the man pulled two flower crowns out. One was mostly orange and red and the other consisted mostly of white and purple. "We made these for you!"

Surprised, the two men smiled. "Thank you." Odysseus said, taking his crown. Behind Polites, the soldiers seemed very happy that their gifts were received well.

Gently, Eurylochus took the orange and red flower crown and put it on his head. He smiled and looked back at the crew. "Thank you."

The men smiled as they pulled out their matching flower crowns. They walked up to Polites and gave him one. Since he had taught them, the men wanted to give him something in return.

Perimedes handed it to him. It was almost completely white and yellow. "Oh thank you!" Excitedly, Polites let Perimedes place it in his head. Odysseus smiled at the small gesture. Adjusting the crown, the king knew he preferred the soft feeling of the flower crown then the metal of his real one.

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Augusnippets Day 10: Execution/Fake Execution/Begging for Mercy

Content: Implied Killing, Implied Violence

"No, please I swear I won't do anything bad ever again, I promise!"

"Maybe you should have promised that before you killed them."

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Augusnippets Day 2: Hair Care - Julie

Here is some sick Julie, with caretaker Colin, as they navigate Julie's independence and Colin's forceful caretaking.

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Julie comes tearing into the guard office, from the pool deck, rushing past Colin who looks up in surprise. She pushes straight into the bathroom, heading straight for the toilet. Colin follows, quickly catching the door before it closes and watching as she leans forward, vomiting straight into the toilet. It catches him by surprise, but he quickly gets over his shock, hurrying towards her.

As Julie lurches forward with another heave, more puke falling into the toilet, Colin pulls her braid of hair out of the line of fire, grimacing as he notices a fair amount of puke caught on the strands of hair. He gently grabs her under one shoulder, guiding her to her knees as she continues to vomit uncontrollably.

“What… the fuck… are you doing?” she gasps between heaves, “Leave me… the fuck… alone.”

Colin lifts his hands from her shoulders, and leans back, biting his lip. He tries to be mindful of people’s boundaries, and that was a pretty clear boundary, but he’s also designed to comfort people. He’s the “mom friend” for a reason, and leaving her alone just feels wrong.

So instead, he gently says, “Not gonna do that Jules. Maybe when you’ve stopped heaving your guts into the toilet. But until then, I’m gonna make sure you don’t crack your head open or die choking on your own vomit or some other shit.”

He moves closer again, placing a hand carefully on her back, watching her reaction to make sure he’s offering comfort and not causing her any further distress.

In his mind, he’s still processing the fact that she’s throwing up, trying to understand why she didn’t say anything, and trying to figure out if she’s been feeling bad her whole shift.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when she finishes throwing up, and starts to lean against the toilet. Colin is quick to tug her backwards instead, so she rests against his chest. He reaches around her to flush the toilet, before turning his attention back to her.

She sighs, feeling his gaze on her. “Why can’t you be normal, and let a person puke in peace?” she asks, sounding resigned to her fate, “I told you to go away.”

“Yeah, you did. If that’s still what you want, I’ll go now. But I’m happy to stay too, and I don’t think you really want to be alone, so I’d like to make sure you’re okay, if that’s okay with you.” When she doesn’t answer, he figures it’s a reluctant agreement, and until she asks him to leave again, he’s going to be there for her.

“Julie?” he asks softly, trying to get her attention.

“Colin?” she returns, voice scratchy from throwing up, but humour still evident in her tone.

“Have you been feeling bad all night? Why didn’t you say something?”

She sighs tiredly, slowly pushing herself out of Colin’s embrace, and stumbling to her feet.

“No, I was fine during lessons, it’s just the last half hour or so that I started feeling sick,” she explains as she leans on the wall for support, “I didn’t think I’d actually throw up though, that caught me by surprise. I think I’m feeling a bit better now, though.”

Colin feels some tension leave his shoulders, not having realized how worried he was.

She turns to the mirror, and frowns at her paler-than-normal complexion, and groans when she sees the state of her hair, not just covered in vomit, but also more tangled than normal.

While vomiting seemed to help with the discomfort she’d been feeling in her stomach for the last few minutes, it also leaves her feeling shaky and weak, a feeling that weakens her emotional barriers.

Realizing that she has to wash her hair before she can go home causes tears to form in her eyes, tears that she desperately try to blink back before Colin sees.

He’s as observant as ever, though, the lifeguard skills really showing, as he quickly reaches out for her.

“What’s the matter, Julesie?” he asks, voice laced with concern, “I thought you were feeling better?”

She tries to swallow past the lump in her throat, to no avail, croaking out “I am, but I just want to go home and sleep. Instead, I have to deal with my stupid hair.” She holds up her mess of hair in emphasis, feeling the tears finally slip past her eyelids and trail down her cheeks.

“Aw silly, I can help with that,” Colin says earnestly.

Julie lets out a watery chuckle in response, her tone laced with disbelief as she replies, “You want to stay here after your shift is over to clean vomit out of my hair?”

Colin rolls his eyes in exasperation, “I mean, I’ll admit it’s not my ideal way to spend a night, but if it helps you, then absolutely. I really don’t mind.”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise, before sighing in defeat. “If you’re sure,” she mutters, still not quite believing him.

He dutifully follows her to her locker, watching as she pulls out shampoo, conditioner, and a hair brush. He then takes the lead, guiding her to the showers, and nudging her until she’s sitting down, letting him do the work to rinse and untie her hair.

He’s internally very pleased with the turn of events, proud that she trusts him enough to let him help her like this. Soon he’s finished working through the tangles, Julie letting out pleased hums every now and then, relishing in the feel of being cared for. She marvels at Colin’s sensitive treatment of her hair, noticing how careful he’s being, and glad that she, for once, accepted the help when it was offered.