#Ellie Rose Whump

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Ellie & Henry; An Unbreakable Bond

Hello. I don't have much in the way of request but I do have two ideas all involving Ellie so likely separate oneshots

#1: An alt ending to an existing scenario or your own scenario where Ellie dies and Henry witnesses it (Think of it as Ellie's version of the "Valiant Hero" ending) the circumstances are up to you it could be Henry and Ellie on their own, them being members of the tophat clan (or Henry as the leader) or them being the good guys with Charles possibly in the story I'm fine with either route

#2: Henry after escaping the wall stops and with hesitation turns around and heads back for Ellie feeling a twinge of guilt for using her and leaving her behind

This one was a lot of fun for me to write even if it took me a while. Down below are the tags for each prompt;

1) Tw/Tags: Toppat Recruits, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Little To No Comfort (Depends On How You See It), Major Character Death, Blood, Emotional Distress, Mild Mentions Of Depression, & (RoseMin) Relationship Can Be Seen As Platonic Or Romantic

2) Tw/Tags: Developing Friendship, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Betrayal, Inner Turmoil, Complicated Relationships & Hopeful Ending 

1)

This isn't supposed to happen. It was never part of the game. Nobody is meant to die in this timeline. Not anyone that he particularly cared for but not her. 

Not Ellie. His best friend and companion in crime. 

She was meant to be here with him. After all they went through together she shouldn't be ripped from his grasp. 

Until now she was. Forever gone and he isn't able to change it. He didn't know what to do, even witnessing her totally preventable, and irreversible demise took its toll on him. It was his fault. He could've done something to stop it from happening though it was yanked out of his hands. 

Said hands are shaking as he kneels down to her still warm corpse. The death rattle having been seared into his brain. They fist up then relax, clutching tightly like a vice on Ellie's bloodstained shirt. 

It wasn't until much later, realized the severity of what had been done, that he's screaming his lungs out, crying, and in such a frenzied state nobody can get him out of it for hours on end. 

Afterwards, when someone else in the clan, he couldn't tell who it was, had managed to tear him away from her, he was somewhat able to cool down. He's put in a safe place, alone per his weepy wish to cope. 

She was dead because of him. 

She choked on her own blood, withering in awful pain because of his mistakes. 

Her gorgeous eyes once full of love and pride stared at him with a glassy unfocused haze, fresh with her own tears as life slowly slips from her. 

It was torture knowing he was alone again as he's left to wallow in his misery. Often he laid in the same bed she would lovingly and so carefully drag him out of when he himself was too depressed to get up. 

But nobody was there to do that. No one who does it like her. They tried, surely in their own unique way however it wasn't the same. Him and Ellie had a specific deep bond. 

So it was difficult accepting her death, a slow progression, and it was a hard pill to swallow, that's for sure. 

In the unfortunate circumstances, he noted in a rotten grimace, that there's nothing he can do besides sucking it up. At the start, a few days after Ellie's death, he didn't try, instead played ignorance. His words exact, rarely he does speak, will only consist of the topic that she will come back to him in some shape or way. 

Eventually, people grew tired and left him to his devices, he understood why. Still they did try their best to be a shoulder to lean on if he allowed them. For some, he did do that when he couldn't fight anymore. Oftentimes he was eerily silent, still crying but it eluded him once he realized that no longer did anything come out. 

And so he stands on the special balcony for the orbital station that's shielded nicely with a thick, sturdy glass. The void of space colored in blacks, blues, purples and his favorite, red was refreshing as it is a daunting beauty. His sore eyes were dry when he wiped his sleeve across them, sniffling and wincing a bit at the slight pain. He grips his shaking hands on the banister, breathing deeply through his nose as he watches the larger than life twinkling stars hover above him. 

He is going to get better for his sake. Ellie's even since he knows she wouldn't stand for this. 

***

2)

Regret seeps in like poison. Henry was used to being alone, always on his own. So when climbing through the vents and popping out, he hesitates to move forward. It wouldn't be the first time he betrayed someone or had the same happened to him. 

Though this was different. Somehow unlike the times he did this, Henry felt bad. Guilty. 

In a world, cruel and unfit towards people like him and coincidently her as well should know better better to blindly trust. That's why he did what he'd done without having looked back to see her reaction as his experiences with the same hardened him. 

She was down on her luck. Just like him but she entirely gave up. He still had his fight in him. That's why he's here to begin with, right behind two guards chattering away unaware of his presence, while deciding what to do next. About to make a break for it.

Maybe he should head back just for the heck of it. What would go wrong? 

So he did, begrudgingly, mind you, he wasn't used to this. 

Once he returns to the hole in the ceiling, he cautiously peeks over, taking in the scene of the redheaded woman now curled up in the furthest corner. In the room already so empty and cold, near the door, is the warden’s right hand looking straight ahead, again unaware. 

Softly he makes a noise in order to get her attention which she wasn't bothering to try, even ignoring to seemingly in his growing annoyance. The redhead must know he's here for her. 

He's just trying to help her! In some way he was trying to apologize and that's rare for someone like him anyways. 

As the thief resists the urge to hiss louder or even cut his losses and turn back, he hooks his feet on the hanging staircase. Why it was there is beyond him. Then he curses it upon losing his footing, falling to a crumpled heap in front of the shocked woman. 

Before long he stumbled on his feet, she was gobsmacked to see him as he grabbed onto her arm. Unsurprisingly, the warden’s deputy noticed, stormed into the waiting cell, seeing that Henry was without his cuffs. It won't be long when the true shit goes down so he'd have to rush for it. 

Hope for the best outcome as this wasn't his plan. 

With her in tow, forcibly behind him, he made a beeline to the door. He may be a scrawny guy at least compared to the other man but he isn't a literal pushover. Thankfully, as by pure luck it remains at his side too once he barrels past, knocking the other down with ease. Another surprise to him is that she's running alongside with little resistance.  

The blaring noise of sirens rings in his ears seconds later. He kept going, huffing from the exertion and the mild irritation that throbs in his head. Soon he takes a sharp turn down the hallway, a path chosen in his mind. 

It won't be his smartest, cleverest ones out there, just one that would work for right now at this moment. At the hall's end, close to an office, he slams a fist into a circuit board on the wall, all in the dwindling hopes it's the right choice. 

The door slams shut so it was to his relief. 

He lets go, turns to face her, when he does is instantly met with an angry scowl, and a cold glare. Worse, he is caged in and she can do anything to him. She doesn't, instead stands there, hunched, in stiff silence, except for her ragged breaths filling the air. The cuffs that completely covered her hands so that may be the sole reason why.

In his hesitancy, Henry steps forward, hands up in faux surrender, with no words that he's no threat to her. Eyeing her cuffs then at the room they're in, he notices one, the decently sized trophy likely carrying a heavy weight and secondly, the vent in the ceiling. 

Moments later, trophy in hand, he bashes the cuffs until they drop on the ground broken. In a groan, he steps back, leaning on the table and motions to the ceiling. She runs her free hands together, as if attempting to gather the warmth. 

Of course, she's highly skeptical. Right until he's on his knees ready to boost her up. He doesn't mind being the one to do the lifting this time. She looks around and he knows she's searching for another exit. Then she moves quite quickly, placing her foot on his knee. 

In a flash, the hinges of the vent break apart and she climbs up. 

Henry stands up, dusting off and he hears the sound of people outside the door get louder. 

When he does look up at the ceiling, almost surprised to see she remains there, allegedly waiting, maybe uncertain about the choices laid out for her. It won't shock him whether she takes the grand opportunity to simply leave him behind. 

Until she stretches a hand out for him. 

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Number 5 was this: 🤒🛌🥵🛀😵‍💫🤢🤮😭🆘

CW: fever, sickness, multiple caretakers, body horror elements, vampire whump, loss of control, emeto, fear.

Word Count: 3,000+

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🤒🛌 

Felix patted his jacket pocket, satisfied that his keys were tucked in there. He glimpsed his reflection in the hallway mirror; his two stubby pigtails poked out from underneath his woolly hat, and he had his scarf pulled up to his top lip in anticipation for the outdoors. It hadn’t dropped below 12 degrees Celsius all month, but Felix and his bad immune system were taking no risks. He needed to be in a good condition to take care of Elliott. 

Elli, he thought, grimacing as he glanced towards the front door. He needed to get going, but... He turned and trotted back up the stairs to the first floor. 

He passed Shayne’s door first; he wondered if he should have asked his cousin to come and help him today, since Elliott was indisposed, but Ryan seemed to be subtly cracking down on how much time Shayne was spending outside of the townhouse lately. 

Which meant that even more outside-world errands rested solely on Felix’s shoulders today. 

He opened the door to his and Elliott’s bedroom and shuffled inside. 

He had only left him twenty minutes ago, but it still wrung Felix’s heart to see his poor darling sprawled stiffly on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as though it pained him to keep them closed, but would pain him more to open them. The duvet was folded and put on top of the dresser, since Felix couldn’t bear seeing it kicked into a tangled mess on the bedroom floor. Nobody had needed to take Elliott’s temperature to know that he was burning up; Felix was convinced he could feel his partner’s body heat in the very air in the bedroom.  

“He-ey,” Felix whispered as he tiptoed closer to the bed.  

A curt grunt was his only response. 

“Can I do anything at all for you before I leave?” 

Elliott nodded without opening his eyes or releasing any of the tension in his face. His voice was strained, as though he were carrying something heavy and struggling to keep his muscles from ripping. “Could you let in a little light?” 

Felix wrung his hands, but still paced his way over to the window. “Are you certain you’re a vampire?” 

A half-hearted grunt came from the bed. 

“It won’t aggravate the nausea?” Felix asked as he took the curtains in his hands. 

“No nausea right now. Just the damn fever.” Elliott heaved each word out as though it winded him just to talk, so Felix didn’t prod him for any more information. He made a gap in the curtains, just a couple of inches wide, so that the morning glare created a strip of light through the room. At its furthest point, it almost reached the bedroom door, and it drew a line over Elliott’s ankles along the way. 

As he approached the bed again, Felix smiled to see that the frown on Elliott’s face had softened just slightly. In fact, he found himself being studied up and down, the dimples in Elliott’s cheeks appearing. 

“You look very cozy.” 

Felix smiled, tucking his chin a little deeper into his scarf.  

“Could I trouble you for a kiss?” 

“Of course, darling.” Felix found himself slipping into a whisper again; Elliott hadn’t looked quite so peaceful in a long time, and it felt like something that might shatter if he wasn’t careful. 

“Come.” The command was as delicate as a rose petal touching water, and Elliott’s dimples pressed harder into his cheeks as Felix leaned over him.  

Between the bristles of Elliott’s untamed beard and mustache, his lips were startling warm against Felix’s, as though he’d just had hot stones pressed against them. The strangest thing was that these recent fevers didn’t seem to make Elliott sweat excessively; Ryan had tried to explain that throughout all of the biological changes happening within Elliott’s body, no external waste was being generated, or something along those lines. 

“Go,” Elliott sighed once the kiss ended. And, with an air of wistfulness, “Go, and be useful.” 

“Oh, you are so useful, darling,” Felix whispered, dropping one last kiss on Elliott’s lips. As he slid from the bed, Felix let his fingers trace Elliott’s exposed waist and drift along the ridges of his hipbones, the suggestiveness of the touch only slightly diminished by the fact that his hands were in gloves. “If you rest up, I’ll make... excellent use of you when I return home.” 

“Hmm,” was all that Elliott said in response, but the way he narrowed his eyes and pulled his lower lip inward was enough. 

“See you in a tad,” Felix said softly, turning to leave before he became too distracted to complete his tasks. 

“Bye, gorgeous.” 

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🥵🛀 

Felix gasped when he stepped back into the bedroom that afternoon, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the empty bed. The duvet was still folded and put aside, but the top sheet was rumbled and the pillows seemed to have been rearranged. 

“Fee.” 

His name being spoken through the left-side wall made him jump and almost drop his cinnamon tea latte. He skittered over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, expecting to be hit with a wave of steam that never came. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” The back of Elliott’s head faced the door, and the rest of him was stretched out inside a bath full of water. Literally – full. If Elliott had moved his arms or legs at all, he would have sent a wave over the side of the bath and onto the tiled floor. 

“You knew it was me.” 

“Full vamp hearing is kicking in,” Elliott sighed, slowly turning his head. He looked exhausted, his yellow irises devoid of their amber light, eyelids sluggishly low, beard still untamed. He met Felix’s gaze for just a few seconds before looking pointedly at the cup in his hand. “I could hear you sipping away at that thing from the driveway.” 

Felix blushed and propped his latte beside their toothbrushes so he wouldn’t be tempted to inflict any more slurping on his partner’s senses.  

“You decided to take a bath?” 

Elliott nodded. “Stupid fever wouldn’t let up.”  

Felix dipped a pinkie finger into the bathwater and yanked it back, shaking it dry. “Gosh, that’s nippy, darling.” 

“That would be the point.” 

Felix considered that for a moment, wishing he still had his warm cup in his hands. “Well, has it helped?” 

Elliott raised his eyebrows, blinking slowly. “You tell me.” 

Felix smiled and crouched next to the bath, knees almost touching the ceramic, and pressed the back of his hand to Elliott’s forehead. Next, he leaned in and kissed that exact same spot. “I would say you’ve regressed from fresh McDonald’s apple pie filling to... a slice of toast still just hot enough to melt butter onto.” 

Elliott let out a soft, sputtering laugh, wincing just a bit. “I don’t know what other kind of answer I could have expected from you, but somehow, it wasn’t that.” 

“You feel a little cooler,” Felix conceded. 

“No, no. Don’t you dare dumb it down for me.” Elliott’s voice was still sitting at a lower register, his expressions and movements slowed.  

His gaze drifted towards Felix’s lips, which prompted the smaller boy to lean in. The kiss was neither hot nor cold now, but soft and safe and familiar and him. 

As he pulled away, though, Felix’s heart sank with the feeling that Elliott had wanted the kiss to last longer than Felix had intended. He remembered the teasing banter he’d initiated earlier, and his guilt  

“Darling, since Shayne’s on lockdown, and... since you seem to be feeling stronger, I feel I should go and visit my mother. But I can stay if you –” 

Elliott’s head lurched to the side in confusion, his eyes narrowing to a squint, as though he were trying to decide if he’d forgotten something or not. “What – what do you mean, lockdown? What did he do?” 

“I don’t think he's done anything, I’ve just... I’ve been noticing Ryan acting strangely when it comes to him leaving the house...” Felix shook his head, all at once realising how silly it sounded. “I’m sure that it’s nothing. Perhaps he’s just been feeling unwell. Regardless, it has been a while since I saw my mother, so...” 

Elliot nodded. “Of course. You should go.” 

“I’ll be a few hours at most. Would you like a hand getting out of the bath?” 

“Nah.” Elliott shut his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wall. His feet were firmly placed against the opposite side of the bath; at least Felix could rest assured that he wasn’t in danger of slipping under the water. “I’m going to sit here a while longer.” 

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😵💫 

Shayne wasn’t sure why he had started taking so many naps. He wasn’t particularly tired; how could he be, since all he seemed to do was sleep? Some small part of him knew that this probably wasn’t good, but he had a firm list of things he hated, and introspection was one of them, so he tried not to think too much about it.  

He tried, instead, to figure out why he’d woken up as he did, feeling jumpy and paranoid. He had a faint memory of hearing a thump in his sleep; had that been a dream, or in real life? 

Sharing a wall with Elliott and Felix was like living in a very weird version of Hell at times, so he was reluctant to go investigating. Then again, the two of them always kept an ear out in case he ever needed anything, so it’d be kind of shitty if he didn’t at least attempt to do the same. So he pulled himself out of bed and went to the next door down the hall. He grew self-conscious at the last second that he was wearing an oversized hoodie of Charlie’s, and that he probably very much looked like someone who’d just woken up, but forced himself to knock anyway. 

“El? Fee? Everything okay?” He waited a couple of seconds, convincing himself that the room beyond the door was empty and that the noise had been in his imagination the whole time. 

And then he heard the groan, low and pained and carrying his name with it, and he pushed open the door. 

At first, it looked as though Elliott had decided to just sit down in the middle of the floor in his boxers and robe. It almost looked like he was bowing his head because he was reading something out of his lap, but there was nothing there for him to read. 

And besides, Elliott had a lot of bizarre sitting habits, but sitting on the floor wasn’t one of them. Elliott would rather bend his knees and hover in place than sit on a floor.  

Knowing this, Shayne moved a little closer, anxiety like a horrible grip on his insides. “El?” 

There was not a stir, not a sound, from Elliott besides a meagre, “Mmhmm.” 

“Fuck,” Shayne whispered to himself, his voice breaking. He glanced around for any signs that Felix was nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint anything. “I, um... Should I get Ryan?” 

Fucking fuck. Elliott was in a slump on the floor, and Shayne still couldn’t make a decision without wanting to check with him first. Gritting his teeth, he stood up again, deciding... deciding he would go and get Ryan – 

“N-no, no, n-no.” Elliott’s hand reached out, not quite making it to Shayne’s ankle. “Don’t bother, man, sh-she... She told me this might...” 

Shayne frowned and crouched again. “She told you what?” 

“Told me fainting was part of it, so...” Elliott seemed to be gathering himself, raising his head to actually look at Shayne as he spoke. His palms were now braced against the floorboards, as though he were getting ready to push himself up. 

“You fainted,” Shayne heard himself say redundantly.  

“Just for a moment.” Elliott squeezed his eyes shut and puffed out his cheeks. “Whoo. Alright. Shit. No, no, no.” He started to swipe at Shayne’s hands as Shayne was trying to figure out how to help steady him. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” 

“Yeah, you’re the fucking picture of health.” 

Elliott’s face contorted with a wince as he shifted his weight. Shayne could have sworn a heavy shadow slid over Elliott’s body, there and gone in the blink of an eye. 

“Shit. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Just... everything.” 

“Everything?” 

“Fucking god damn everything,” Elliott whispered, his voice quivering with mirth as he caught Shayne’s eye. His mouth twisted into a weak smile. “Yeah, maybe I could use a hand.” 

Shayne suddenly started to question how much help he would be, considering Elliott’s weight compared to his, but Elliott didn’t seem to have any qualms about it, so he didn’t complain. He held out both hands. 

As soon as Elliott tried to grab on, his flesh dissolved in front of Shayne’s eyes. It started with his hand, which flickered out of sight from the fingertips to shoulder, a swirling darkness pulling back over muscle and bone until those dissolved, too. And then, all at once, Elliott’s entire body burst into a swirling vortex of tiny, fluttering bats.  

The transformation only lasted a couple of seconds before Elliott reformed. He was still slumped on the floor, but his arms were folded and his fingers were digging into his biceps. 

Shayne withdrew his hands, fear thrumming in his veins. He swallowed, keeping his gaze on Elliott, and held out his hands again. Slowly, Elliott looked up at him. 

“Thanks,” he rasped, reaching for Shayne’s hands. 

Shayne’s shoulders ached a bit and he had to set his feet firmly, but he got Elliott upright in a few seconds. And then a breathless Elliott drooped down on the edge of his bed and cradling his head in both hands.  

Instead of asking about the sudden, unexplained transformation, Shayne settled on something else. “Where’s Felix?” 

“Nursing home.” 

“Oh.” He would have gone with Felix to see Trish, and the others, if he’d been able to. Instead of lingering on that thought, Shayne forced himself to focus on Elliott. “Can I... do anything?” 

Elliott shook his head, so that it rocked slowly back and forth within his cupped palms. His hair was wet and slicked forward over his face, obscuring his expression now. “You don’t have to stay in here.” 

Shayne’s brain took that and translated it to, You shouldn’t be here. He took a step back from where Elliott sat. “Okay. I’m going.” 

“Mmm,” Elliott murmured. 

Shayne returned to the door slowly, in case Elliott changed his mind and asked for help again, but he didn’t. He went back to his room, thinking he’d probably get back into bed if he didn’t think of something else to do within the next minute. 

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🤢🤮 

Elliott’s body shuddered in the few-second intervals between transformations, which only seemed to be getting closer together. The worst part wasn’t the physical sensation of shifting in and out of corporeality, but the switching of his senses themselves. As himself, he had only one set of eyes, which he kept firmly shut, but as the swarm of bats, he had more eyes than he could count, and although he was in control of all of them, none of them moved with any kind of unity. 

It was making his head spin whenever it reformed on his pillow. 

“Shit,” he growled to himself, digging his fingers into his arms. Aside from submerging his body in the bath, provoking a little bit of pain seemed to be the only way to keep himself... himself. He was grateful that Felix hadn’t seen him like this, and although Shayne had seen it happen just once, there was no way he’d guessed that it was happening so sporadically. He hoped he hadn’t been too short with the kid when he’d just been trying to help – 

“Ah,” Elliott exclaimed, heaving a deep breath once his body had remained intact for longer than a few seconds. He clung to how heavy, how solid he felt, hoping he would manifest the ability to remain –  

“Hurrghh,” he gasped, leaping upright and casting his head over the edge of the mattress. He’d completely missed the build-up of nausea in his stomach, the tingling in his cheeks, the wobbly feeling in his limbs. He’d missed the chance to dread this, the heaving, the splattering, the loss of control – 

His stomach contents formed a star-like shape on the floor, and Elliott’s vision teetered out into a million points of view, his weight drifting up from the mattress, his senses overwhelmed with the frantic battering of a thousand tiny wings. When he reformed again, he was curled even further forward, arms pressed to his stomach and his eyes squeezed shut.  

He darted from the bed as fast as he could, making for the bathroom, but he dissolved against before reaching the door.  

😭🆘 

When he reformed, he was down on one knee, trembling, convulsing. He felt himself gag, his belly cramping and his back arching forward, but that seemed like the least of his problems when he literally couldn’t hold himself together.  

He disliked the fear that rose in him, so he shoved it down and brought it back up as anger, encouraging himself with a few muttered curses. He ground his teeth into his knuckles, pinched the back of his hand, anything to keep physical sensation alive. 

When he started to move again, there were tears running down his face, gusts of breathing ripping deeply through his chest, and his guts kept sinking like he was going to dissolve through the floor. He tried for a growl of defiance, but felt his meagre grip on himself slip again, his vision flashing in and out of darkness.  

“Shit,” he choked out, palms thumping on the floorboards as he reformed. He’d sagged forward, tears dripping between his fingertips, his anger no longer a strong enough shield against the fear. He sank backwards, turning a hand as he flickered into a swarm of bats again, and passed through the wall. 

“Get Ryan,” Elliott gasped, barely giving himself time to materialise on Shayne’s floor. He winced as he dissolved out and back in again, twice in quick succession. “I think I need help.” 

[toxic-ship-tournament]

We have our contenders for round 1! Time to see your first nemesis.

1. Artekai x Fross ( @artekai ) vs Elliot Kane x Yuri Gallagher ( @cocainecowgrrl )

2. Dorian x Beau ( @monoma-neitoblog-blog ) vs Deputy Dean Sinclair x Jacob Seed ( @derelictheretic )

3. Jesminder Dhawan x Imogen Grant ( @ruecrown ) vs CJ x Jack ( @sai-nt )

4. Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed ( @jinfromyarikawa ) vs Iraraziel x Cassiel x Mai ( @cyclicalaberration )

5. Li Minshan x Ji Shenchi x Dai Raoyi ( @rosencrantzsguildenstern ) vs Crowcaw x Leora ( @honeydoe12 )

6. Rose x Andrei ( @manganese-heptoxide ) vs Ariel Herrera x Edward Nashton ( @baldurrs )

7. Moth x Bugsy ( @scentedtyrantwitch ) vs Charlie Berger x John Seed ( @detectivelokis )

8. Lucille x Jo ( @radioactive-dragonlover ) vs Valor x Ghost ( @velcrooooo )

9. Ve’Qren x Lohl ( @zillastar13 ) vs Res x Leo ( @adanaac )

10. Esmeralda Poofenplotz x Alice Luoja ( @cantdanceflynn ) vs Pash x Illoma ( @floralprintshirts )

11. Vincent x Jynx ( @bonetrix-arts ) vs Harbinger “Harry” x Dr. Vincent ( @certifiedwerewolf )

12. Wren Blake x John Seed ( @nightwingshero ) vs Ludovica Rossi x Pier Lombardi ( @raybotonline )

13. Theodore Antonov x Cito Putnum ( @pixelpancake246 / @pixelsdoodles ) vs CEO x Arowana ( @owo-whats-bliss )

14. Kotone "Katie" Hoshino x Ellis Lockwood ( @wren-writes-random-things ) vs Matejka x Nikki Darling ( @outpost-31 & @rhaaclaws )

15. Wayne x MC Scarlet ( @hellhoundmaggie ) vs Anita Gil x The Joker ( @sstewyhosseini )

16. Amaro x Calamari ( @hottopicabbacchio & @corpsoir ) vs Iphi, the goddess of sacrifice x Jack Sinclair ( @kira-the-whump-enthusiast )

JUST A QUICK HEADS UP! I had to switch around a couple pairings, but all is well. Side A will start being posted in a few hours. One poll every hour. Tomorrow Side B will drop around the same time, same posting schedule 💗

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落日的轨道

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60540439 by Crocodile625 Alec Hardy就是10.5，博士没有把他送到平行世界和Rose在一起，而是选择把他交给了火炬木。时间领主与人类的混血儿注定毁灭，而为了让他活下来，杰克必须摧毁他身上时间领主的那一部分。这对他们双方都是段痛苦的经历。 Words: 6075, Chapters: 2/?, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: Torchwood, Broadchurch Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Alec Hardy, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Ellie Miller (Broadchurch) Relationships: Jack Harkness/Alec Hardy, Jack Harkness&Alec Hardy Additional Tags: Alec Hardy Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Corporal Punishment, Caning, Alec Hardy Needs A Hug

[comfy-whumpee]

Ellis and Rose too, maybe, if you have the juice! They’re my favorite 🥰

TW: pet whump.

One redhead, one blonde. They sit together every morning, legs touching as they kneel, unwilling to separate after sleeping in a hug through the night. Alistair sits at the end of his bed and gives Rosalind's hair a gentle, thorough brush, before he indulges in a much longer routine with Ellis, the comb, the soft brush and the many, many times he runs his fingers through those soft, perfectly conditioned locks.

"There, darlings. Gorgeous." He sets the haircare set aside and gets up to take them downstairs. Two breakfasts, they sit together on the ottoman, side by side without an inch between them.

Rose keeps her violet eyes down, on her food as she eats. Ellis shows his deeper love by keeping his gaze on his Master.

They are different, and Ellis earns his position as favourite every day. But he's been lonely for too long, and Alistair can't be his only company. He doesn't have the time to fulfil the bottomless need for touch and reassurance his pet demands.

Rose is a good companion. She has her own needs, of course, prime among them her need to feel secure in a predictable environment, where violence is measured and only ever deserved. But she functions, in his household, as a sort of security blanket for Ellis.

Alistair even lets them talk, as long as they keep it quiet and inconsequential. He listens to every word, as Ellis well knows.

Yes, she's worth having, here and there. And when he's tired of her, Pascal will gladly take her back, with a promised return to her Master serving as the ideal motivator. Illusory though it will be.

But for today, Alistair pats them both on the head when he collects their things, and sends them upstairs to cuddle and chat while he works, and he knows they are both even happier in captivity for having each other, birds in the same cage.

[ao3feed-doctorxrose]

What Was Lost

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FT70qWb

by TardisInspired

D.I. Alec Hardy and D.S. Ellie Miller are charged with solving the disappearance of one woman's husband and child.

Words: 444, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Broadchurch, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Other

Characters: Alec Hardy, Ellie Miller (Broadchurch), Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Metacrisis Doctor/Rose Tyler's Children, The Doctor's Children (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Missing Persons, Murder, Child Murder, Murder Mystery, Rose Tyler Loves the Doctor, Metacrisis Doctor (Doctor Who), Parents Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Alec Hardy Whump

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FT70qWb

[em-writes-stuff]

Writing Masterpost

Merlin

underwater- arthur

Miraculous Ladybug

“I dreamt you were here.” -Chat 

Voice breaking -Ladybug, Chat Noir

“I know” - chat, ladybug

“When was the last time you slept?” - juleka, rose

common cold/flu- alya, marinette

The Owl House

“You’re worth the wait” -Lumity

The Last of Us

mother’s day- joel and ellie

She-ra

Dodgeball -Glimbow

“Strongest Person I Know.” -Platonic Glimmer and Catra

Other

Whumptober2021

Human shield -hero, villain

hidden scars- villain, sidekick

The merry whump of May 2022

Whumptober2022

Flufftober2022

Febuwhump2023

Whumpcember2022

My Ocs

Secrets- archie, scratch

countryside- echo, nyks

artist’s muse- spence, echo

[thesoulesscollection]

(Request) Thoughtful

Request: Heres 1: The Revenged Ending but with Ellie In it.

Hey, thank you for the request and I'm really sorry for the wait. As always you all can send in anything to me. 

Tw/Tags: Revenged Ending, Canon Divergence, Ellie's POV, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Mild Violence, Background Character Death, & Unhappy Ending

Ellie didn't know much about this Henry Stickmin guy other than that she felt sorry for him. The single time she ever saw him was when she was back at the Wall, he had escaped in a spectacularly odd way though from what she can only presumed didn't end well for him. Shaking her head, she didn't feel much of anything towards the man, a mere stranger in her weary eyes. Revenge was such a petty thing anyways when she decided for the better to ignore the news on every screen she passed by detailing his case. It was plainly unfortunate. 

"Shucks, what happened to him?" A stranger said, a heavy southern accent ringing in the background as she hovered near the bar's main booth waiting for a drink. 

"Eh. Not really. He deserved it. Like those criminals he took down" Another voice, likely the first stranger's friend replied in a brazenly careless manner, "And please he just unknowingly made it easier for the military to handle. Killing two birds with one stone, you get it, right?"

"I suppose... Nobody shoulda died in a fiery way like that though? From what I heard he was still alive when he crashed that huge ol' airship into that space thingy?" 

Turning around halfway she saw the pair in the corner of her eyes sitting in a small booth together opposite to one another while nursing their third drinks where the second harshly spoke up, "Ah who cares, man. He was a lowlife criminal. They are all. He backstabbed everyone he came across, the military, whoever else was in his way. Honestly he made it out far too easy" 

Swallowing the lump stuck in her throat, the redhead grimaced, switching her attention over to the bartender standing in front of her, "Uh. May I have a drink? Anything strong you got, please" 

The bartender didn't say anything to her thankfully, only nodding in response when  making her the requested drink and as she received it a minute later in her hands. 

"Thank you" She tiredly sighs, taking in a breath, then takes a long, anxious look at the half full, clear glass contemplating her whole life. Immediately she downed nearly the entire drink in one gulp; it was in fact quite strong and bitter, she noted with a sudden shiver. Fiddling around with the cold cup she huffs out in exhaustion. Every moment from managing to break free from her prison to now she's tired for no real reason. Closing her eyes she imagined what life would've been if there were different choices had been made, one where she was able to live happily, free with supportive friends yet she tended to see the same sad thing.  

[whump-me-all-night-long]

The Scoop of a Lifetime - 2-4

Comfortember Day 4 - Anxiety

Tagging @mnmlover2002, @cupcakes-and-pain, @lave-e, @appy-polly-loggies, @lovely-little-whump, @just-another-whumper, let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: trauma response, references to past trauma, anxiety, let me know if I missed anything!

Masterlist // Previous

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Devin sat, staring out the window and twisting their hands together. They looked down at the hospital parking lot unseeingly, their thoughts racing a hundred miles a minute.

They were in the process of being discharged, which meant lots of paperwork. Devin had just finished filling out the last of it, so they waited anxiously by the window, dressed in their own clothes for the first time. They fiddled with the hem of their long sleeve t-shirt nervously, ready to leave the hospital with its bright lights and sharp smells and constant noises far away. 

Their eyes had gone unfocused as they watched the parking lot below when a familiar car pulled up into one of the parking spaces. Frowning, Devin watched as Elliott got out of his car and walked inside. They glanced to the door of the it wasn’t my room this isn’t my room and the room at his house wasn’t my room either room they’d been staying in.

Sure enough, only a few moments later, Elliott was walking through it, a small smile on his face.

Setting the bag down on one of the chairs, he stopped a few feet away, nervously pushing his tortoiseshell glasses up before stuffing his hands into the pockets of the well fitting jeans he wore. Devin couldn’t help but give them a second glance; it was always so strange seeing him wear casual clothing.

“Hey, Dev,” he said softly. “How’re you feeling?”

Devin frowned, giving a one-shouldered shrug. “Why are you here, Elli?” they asked, their voice slightly raspy as they asked the question that had been on their mind since they woke up to his face the first day they’d been here.

He winced nearly imperceptibly. “I’m here to help you,” he said finally. “I know your family doesn’t live close, and, you know, you’re not exactly close to anyone here��” He trailed off, grimacing at how his words had sounded.

Devin raised an eyebrow. “You came all the way here to.. what, insult me?” They gave him a pointed, bored look. “Thanks. You’ve made your point.” They were about to continue, when a nurse walked in.

Devin gave the young woman, the same one as when they first woke up, a small smile before turning back to Elliott. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m kind of busy right now.”

They stood and, withholding the grimace of pain at the motion and grabbing their crutches, were turning to give the nurse their full attention when Elliott reached out to gently grab them by the arm. “Wait, Dev-” He froze when he saw the look on Devin’s face.

They had stilled immediately, pushing back don’t touch me please don’t touch me i can be good just don’t touch me how he touched me an influx of memories. Elliott’s fingers had grazed the bandage wrapped around the burns lined up neatly and their face had gone completely blank.

He dropped his hand. “Devin, I’m sorry, okay? I just meant-” He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair as he huffed out a breath. “I was going to drive you back to your place, that’s why I’m here. Your car isn’t here and I know your place is pretty far from here, that’s all, I swear. I was just trying to help.”

Devin swallowed hard, shaking their head slightly to clear up the brokenness fog lingering in their head. “I don’t need your help. I can handle this on my own.” They had meant to sound snarky and short, but their voice had ended up coming out a bit weaker than they had intended.

The nurse, who had stilled, clipboard still in hand, jumped back into action. “Actually, Mx. Connally,” she said softly. “The doctor would prefer if you not drive yourself and if you had someone around the next couple of days to check in on you.”

Devin scowled, glancing between the two people in front of them, before giving a reluctant nod. “Fine. But only because I don’t want to have to take the bus with these-” They gestured with one crutch to the casts that rose from their feet to their knees- “and because your car is pretty cool,” they added on.

Devin didn’t know who looked more relieved, the nurse or Elliott. They rolled their eyes, signing the last paper the nurse had brought them, then it was just Elliott and them in the room.

Devin shifted uncomfortably from one crutch to the other. Elliott was staring somewhere over their shoulder, an unreadable look on his face. They waited another moment before sighing.

“Well?” They asked. “Aren’t you taking me home?”

He jumped into action. “Yes! I am!” He glanced around the room before bringing his gaze back to them. “Do you have anything you need to bring down with you?”

Devin shook their head silently, ignoring the weight in their pocket where the flip phone was hidden.

“Alright. Cool, cool, let’s go.” Elliott walked straight out the door, stiffly holding it for them as they hobbled after him. They could feel their face burning with embarrassment at the slow, pathetic pace, but Elliott didn’t seem to notice. In fact, every time they glanced at him, he seemed to be perfectly content to move at the same pace a snail would.

Finally, they made it outside and towards his car. He looked a bit embarrassed at the bright blue sports car, but Devin just gave a small grin. Even years after he received it as a 21st birthday present from his uncle, along with a job at the Muse, it was as if he was seeing it for the first time.

With a nervous smile, he opened the door for Devin, who awkwardly scooted into the seat. Elliott took their crutches and laid them in the back seat before settling into the driver’s seat. He turned the car on and an obnoxiously loud pop song began blasting out of the speakers. He turned the radio down and fiddled with it for a few seconds, an embarrassed flush spreading across his cheeks. Devin just rolled their eyes, turning to look out the window. 

A few seconds later, the car was moving, pulling onto the highway and towards Devin’s apartment. I’m going home, they thought as trees and cars and sky flashed by them.

Next

[birdy-bat-writes]

Plumerias

Heyyyyyy, So, I wrote this thing for @anothertimdrakestan because I was so in love with that ship she wrote. Elle, I literally love you and you are my soulmate so Bart can like share you with me but I first soulmate dibs. ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ) I really hope you like it!

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Today was supposed to be about relaxation and letting loose. You were about to meet your friends at the beach for a little retreat. Sounds great, right? So, explain why your car’s ‘check engine’ had to start flashing on your way there. What a whump. The car won’t start…. I guess I have to call her.

Miles away, the phone of your amazing Tumblr soulmate phone rang (shameless self-promotion). “Hey, Elle. On your way?”

“Dude, my car won’t start.”

“Seriously? Wait, where are you?”

“Oh, um, outside the Dunkin Donuts on Field street.”

“Dunkin Donuts on Field street. Got it. I’m going to come get you. Wait there.” Unbeknownst to you or her, someone else was paying an awful lot of attention to our conversation. Your one and only, Bart Allen. He heard your name in conversation and was instantly drawn in. He had been crushing on you for months now, and because you both were adorably oblivious (him more than you), he hadn’t yet realized that you felt the same way. Nonetheless, he took that moment to take off.

“Dunkin Donuts. Field street.” He really only showed up because of you, and if you couldn’t be where he was, he might as well find a way to you. And besides, he just got an opportunity to be all heroic and save your day. Wally and your friend only got to know when a gust of wind blew sand onto them.

“So, I’m assuming Bart’s going to get her now.” Riya said, brushing sand off of her.

“Wait, he didn’t take a car. I’ll call hi-,”

“STOP! I sense shipping opportunities. Let it happen…”

Bart got to the parking lot and saw your car parked by a lamppost. Then the nerves kicked in. You looked so cute dancing in your car. Before walking over to you, he checked out his reflection in the restaurant window and straightened his hair. You saw this though. “Is he… checking himself out in the window? HEY, DORK!” Bart stiffened. Awww his looked so cute with his baseball tee and board shorts.

“Heyyyy, Elle.”

“What are you doing here? I thought Riya was coming to jumpstart my car.” Truth be told, you were quite happy he was there.

“Oh, yeah, well I came here to do that,” And that when it hit him that he didn’t come with a car. Or jumper cables. “but looking at it now, I don’t really know what to do.” You laughed at him.

“My hero.” Sarcasm was evident in your voice. He responded to you sticking his tongue out you. “You’re such a dork.”

“You know it, babe. I’m adorkable.” He said, flashing a bright smile and a wink.

“Oh my god,” You giggled softly. Why does he have to be so darn cute??? “Okay, any suggestions?”

“Let’s get food.”

“I meant to fix the car.”

“Eat first and think better later?” You didn’t even want to argue with that because you were hungry too.

“Alright, I could eat. We’re by Dunkin, want to get something from there?” he nodded. You both went in and ordered quite a bit of food. Bart offered to carry all on the food bags to car but you insisted on carrying some of it and made your way out. Bart met you about two minutes later with the reaming food bag and cup of coffee. That was odd since Bart didn’t like coffee and you don’t remember either of you ordering a beverage.

“This is for you. Iced coffee with cream, no sweetener. Please tell me I got that right.” You were smiling so much.

“You did get it right. How did you know that?”

“I remember hearing you order it sometime.” He remembered a lot of the things you did and said. He can’t pinpoint when or how he heard them but he made it a point to remember the little things just to see you smile. One of the things he loved about you was how your smile was never something as simple as the corners of your mouth turning up. You smiled wholeheartedly with a twinkle in your eyes. It was the type of smile that could light up a whole city, and he lived for it.

“Well, thank you for the coffee, and for remembering.” After that you both sat back and finished your food. The conversations you had were so random, it was hilarious.

Bart: “How is Po not your favorite Teletubby?”

Elle: “How do you have a favorite Teletubby?! They’re creepy!”

***

“I like Ellie.”

“Call me whatever you want.”

“E?”

“Sure.”

“Lele?”

“Sure.” You chuckled at him.

“How about Leelu?”

“I like it.”

“Elle, ma belle?” He did the French accent too. “It means beautiful in French.”

“I know that.” You were stiff as a board and clearly a little shy. *Your heart really went (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥*

***

“Okay, what’s your favorite flower?”

“Hmm, plumeria.”

“Plume-what?”

“It’s the white one with yellow in the center.” Bart still looked very lost, so you decided to show him a picture. You had leaned over to show it to him and didn’t realize quite how close you were until you looked up and met eyes with him. The moment was however interrupted by your phone ringing. “I’ll just take this.”

“I’ll throw the trash away.” You were both slightly blushy heheh. Cuties. Anyway, you answered the phone.

“Hi.”

“How are you not here yet?”

“Well why didn’t you come with a car?!”

“Because your boyfriend was in too much of a hurry to get into a car.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Yet.”

“What?”

“Never mind that. What was wrong with your car?”

“The check engine light went on, so I checked the engine and everything is fine. I just need to jump-start it.”

“Make Bart do it. Speedsters can produce electric charges high enough to do that.”

“How do you know?”

“Wally does it all the time.”

“So, you use your boyfriend’s powers for this?”

“….Yes.”

***

So, Bart started the car. You made it to the beach without breaking down again and you already felt like that was a victory. You arrived just as the sun was setting too. The water was glowing with gold and orange and high up, you could see the faint glow of stars in the darkening sky. You met with everyone and laid your things down on the beach chairs before heading towards the water. Bart joined you and you walked along the beach. People lit bonfires and the light gave the whole place a warm glow and being there with him felt surreal. *Splash* Surrealism gone. You splashed back. You went back and forth like this and ran to distance yourself from him but being a speedster, he caught you. You both called a truce and sat down where you were, still laughing. You were at a more secluded part of the beach. You were closer to the cliffs and greenery that surrounded this part of the beach, and while you were admiring it, Bart stood up.

“I’ll be right back.” You wondered where he went but he didn’t take long to come back. When you saw him, he had one hand behind his back, and before you could ask, he crouched down next to you and showed you a little white and yellow flower. It was a plumeria. “Tada.” He delicately put it in your hands.

“Oh my gosh, thank you. Where’d you find this?”

“I saw a small tree over there, and I thought the flowers looked like the picture you showed me.”

“I love it.” Gosh, why is he so cute? And caring too??? Only a few moments later he asked you,

“Hey, E, most people pick roses or carnations as their favorite. How come you like this one?”

“In Hawaii, there’s this sort of tradition. If you wear a single plumeria on your right, it means you’re single and if you wear it on your left that means you’re taken. I always thought it was really cute.”

“That is cute.” You’re cute. I love you.

“Hey, Bart?” All or nothing. I can do this.

“Hm?”

“I really like you.” He didn’t say anything. He just smiled really wide, and leaned in. you closed your eyes and felt his lips brush yours. It was sweet and passionate, and when you pulled away you saw his beautiful forest-green eyes. The evening sun brought out every glimmer of gold and olive in the green. “So you like me back then?” He let out a short laugh.

“Yes. Very much.” He looked down at the flower in your hand. “Actually, may I?” he asked, gesturing to the flower. You nodded. Bart tucked a few strands of hair behind your left ear and placed the flower between them. It was really cute- *CLICK*

“What the-?”

“SHIIIIIIIIP!” ‘Twas your crazy friend. She fangirls. Let her have this. She ships it.

“Riya, get back here!”

“Never! This is going in a scrapbook and you can’t stop me!”

End. :D

 Hi, so I know I told you I was writing this Fic but I bet you didn’t know about the Headcanon:

 Because you’re too precious and I love you too much to stop there.

-       You and Bart are literally the cutest couple though.

-       He calls you Leelu, E, Ellie. Smelly Ellie if he’s feeling daring. Hehe.

-       You guys make endless meals of chicken nuggets.

-       He will never and I mean NEVER go to bed without messaging you ‘Goodnight, I love you.�� And at least four emojis.

-       He loves your hair. Sometimes he’ll try to play with it, and you’ll lean back into him. Sometimes you both will just fall asleep there.

-       Can you imagine him trying to read your fanfictions? Aww that would be so cute. Endless teasing.

-       He would constantly be impressed by how smart and creative you are.

-       He would go to all of your games and school events, cheering the loudest.

-       He’s so in love with your eyes. He’s so in love with YOU he’ll just sit sometimes and stare at your face, smiling.

-       You’re the only person who gets to call him Henry. There’s also SO many cute nicknames. Bar-bar, imagine if you called him Bartholomew, call him mew-mew.

-       He would do the Kidflash and Jinx thing but with plumeria instead of roses.

-       I really feel like he would speed up to you wherever you are, kiss you and then run away just because he missed you.

-       So much cuddling. He would LOVE your dog.

-       You radiate tall person energy but you’re actually a smol bean so like imagine the height difference when he kisses you! (hehehe I’m taller than you)

-       He’d lift you up all the time and twirl you around while he kisses you.

-       He hates when you don’t give him attention so if you’re distracted when he’s around, he’ll kiss your neck and cheeks until you focus on him.

-       You guys would be goofy and fun. He’d love your energy.

-       Ice cream dates. Get ice cream on your lips. He’ll kiss it away.

-       Also, a scene:

-       “Okay well, I confessed first.”

-       Well, I kissed you first!”

-       “I said ‘I love you’ first!”

-       “Well, I proposed first!”

-       “What?”

-       *Down on one knee with a ring*

-       That would be you two.

-       Oh, and I won’t be taking pictures of that, I’ll be recording it. It shall play at your wedding.

-       Overall, you guys are so cute and healthy and perfect. He would definitely do everything he could to make you happy and you’re such a caring, loving person, I know you’d do the same.

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 2&3 - 81

If you didn’t see my earlier post, I’m splitting HB2 into 2 books and extending book 3 a bit. HB4 starts in a few chapters.

Honor Bound 2&3 - 81 (Hurts to Breathe) @badthingshappenbingo​

Requested by anon & the bit at the end by @endless-whump

~

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound. 

AO3

Cw: surgery, gore (non-graphic), death mention, brief noncon mention, amputation mention, dissoci@tion tw, blood, ketamine, needles, self-hatred

~

Watching Finn do surgery was like watching a nightmare happen in slow motion. Isaac kept his hand firmly on Sam’s leg, but his eyes kept drifting to where Finn was slicing Sam’s arm open over the bullet wound. Below the tourniquet, Sam’s arm was a mottled purple-and-white that made Isaac think of corpses. I guess that makes sense, he thought. There’s no blood happening in there.

He shook his head. No blood happening. He could barely stay on his feet.

He’d barely slept at all the night before. He’d been too busy solidifying the plan with Gavin and when their whispers had faded away to silence, they just laid together, breathing together. Isaac wasn’t sure if Gavin had been asleep for any of it. Isaac had been awake, burning, agonizingly aware of every inch of skin that was pressed against Gavin. Aching, from what Gavin and Leo had done to him. Fighting down the tears, knowing this would be the last time he’d get to be in bed with Gavin, knowing after this it would never happen again. Knowing he’d never get to touch Gavin again, after what he’d done. Knowing he didn’t deserve to, after what he’d asked for. Begged for. Maybe he slept. He could just barely remember dark punches of sound in his dreams, muzzle flashes, blood. Death. Maybe he’d slept, if he dreamt of his family dying.

Maybe he was still in one of those nightmares now.

Behind him, he heard someone stumble through the door. He tore his eyes away from Sam and turned to see Gavin and Vera walking in. Behind the hospital mask Gavin looked paler than usual, but better than before. Gavin stopped just inside the doorway and leaned against the wall across the room, his eyes fixed on Sam. He wrapped his arms around his chest and shivered.

Vera crossed behind Isaac to Lucy where she sat huddled in the opposite corner, watching her husband. Slow tears rolled down Lucy’s cheeks. Vera murmured something to Lucy. Asking for something, maybe. Isaac couldn’t hear, and didn’t want to try. He only wanted to see Sam, see them getting better. Lucy left the room.

Finn cut carefully. The bullet had gone clean through Sam’s arm. Hadn’t cavitated. Just straight through, with a small hole on either side. Sam’s eyes were blank, rolling slowly in their head, drifting, landing on something in the room, moving again. It was like their body was vacant. It was like Sam was miles away.

Finn breathed slowly as they concentrated, and cut. Trying to reach the bleed. Trying to reach the thing that would tell Finn if Sam was going to lose the arm.

I don’t think Finn can do an amputation here, Isaac thought, the words coming and meaning nothing. Amputation. Nothing meant anything right now. Isaac was here, and not-here, with Sam, and somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn’t describe, just felt. Somewhere distinctly empty.

He’d seen death before. Seen blood. Seen the wounds bullets could leave when they tore through a body and left shredded flesh behind them. He’d seen how a knife could lay someone open when it was being wielded to kill, not just torture. He’d seen what the body looked like on the inside. He’d seen what it looked like when something went so wrong that the pieces couldn’t be put together again.

Watching that on Sam was agony he’d never felt. I was supposed to protect them.

His chest ached with every breath, with every heartbeat. The pain had to be from the bullet. It had to be. The crushing feeling in his ribs, the feeling like he was being punched every single moment, it all had to be from the bruise that was still forming on his chest. There was something deeper, though. Something tearing deep inside him, deep inside the core of him. Something that surpassed any anguish he’d ever felt. Am I watching Sam die? Am I watching Sam die?

NO. They couldn’t be dying. They were getting blood, Tori’s blood. Gavin’s already ran through their veins, pumping through their heart. The blood would save them. And Finn. Finn would save them.

Finn cut deeper into Sam’s arm. More blood ran over the table and dripped onto the floor.

“I think I’m almost to the bleed,” Finn said softly, almost as if to themselves. “There’s, ah… there’s a nerve in the way, I think. I d-don’t know what that… shit…” Finn adjusted their hands. Sam shuddered and groaned softly.

“F-Finn?” Isaac croaked. “I th-think it’s… I think it’s starting to…”

“Fuck.” Finn looked at their gloved hands, covered with Sam’s blood, then looked over at the counter. “Isaac, can you… just bring the whole vial, and the syringe. Yeah. God, fuck. Topher, do you… are you alright if I just have that syringe needle out? I normally wouldn’t, but…”

“That’s fine,” Topher said weakly. Looking away from the wound in Sam’s arm.

“Okay.” Finn rasped as they took the vial and syringe from Isaac. Their fingers instantly left smears of blood on the glass and plastic.

As quickly as the ketamine had set in, it was wearing off. Sam’s skin went pale, paler, as tears rolled down their cheeks. They whimpered, and their right arm shifted on the table. Their wounded arm.

“NO!” Finn screamed, dropping the ketamine on the table and grabbing onto Sam’s arm. Sam’s mouth fell open in a twisted scream.

Isaac lunged forward to pin Sam’s arm down. Pain flared in his chest. “F-Finn,” he gasped. “Finn. You… get that… get that in them.”

Finn’s hands shook as they drew out more of the drug into the syringe. Sam strained against Isaac’s hands.

“I-Isaac,” they slurred. “Isaac, please, what’s ha-happening, what’s… ahh it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts…”

“I know,” Isaac whimpered. The blood congealing on Sam’s arm was sticky on his hands. “F-Finn’s gonna, gonna fix you up. Finn’s got more of the, of the ketamine…”

“No,” Sam sobbed, pulling harder on Isaac’s arm.

Ellis’s hand went behind Sam’s head, keeping their head turned so as not to disturb the needle in Sam’s neck. Their pleas rose to a wail, then a scream. The sound stabbed into Isaac’s ears, burned in his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Finn,” Isaac whimpered. “Finn, please…”

“I got it,” Finn gasped. They didn’t bother asking Ellis to move, just reached past them and stabbed the needle into Sam’s arm. Finn retreated with the syringe, breathing hard. Tears shown in their eyes. “I’m sorry,” they whispered.

Every single second flared in Isaac’s chest as he waited for Sam’s pain to go away. Every breath hurt. Every breath hurt. Every heartbeat ached as Sam stopped begging with words and just screamed. Isaac’s knees buckled and he staggered. He looked up and Finn wasn’t even standing at the table. They had their bloody gloves off, standing at the counter, fiddling with something in front of them. Isaac couldn’t see it.

Isaac’s mouth was dry. “Finn, what—”

“Ketamine drip,” Finn snapped.

Isaac swallowed. “What—”

“Ketamine drip. To give them ketamine slowly, so th-that—” Finn threw their hand in Sam’s direction and their voice broke “—doesn’t happen again.

“Uh…” Topher looked up at Finn with his own gloves smeared with blood. “Do you want me to—”

“Start another line, please,” Finn said weakly. “Hopefully their veins are better now.”

Isaac threw a glance at Tori. She looked dizzy. Pale. Sam still screamed under his hands. Vera stepped forward as if reading Isaac’s mind.

“Babe?” Vera said tightly, her hand going to Tori’s shoulder.

Then, finally, Sam began to relax. They stopped straining against Isaac’s hands. Their head dropped back against the table and their eyelids fluttered shut.

“Ugh,” Sam mumbled. Slowly, their eyes opened again. “Wh-why is there, um, the, the air looking like that?”

“Like what, Sam?” Isaac said hoarsely.

“Um…” Sam gestured weakly with their left hand, waving it through the air. “Like… uh… whoa.” Their eyes focused slowly on their hand. “Uh… is that really there?”

Isaac glanced nervously at Finn as they injected a bag of fluids with more of the ketamine. He wet his lips. “Finn, what—”

“I can’t let that happen again,” Finn said with a sob. “C-can’t. So. Ketamine drip. 250 migs of ketamine in 250 mils of saline, one mig per mil, Sam needs thirty migs per ten minutes be, because, because that happened at around twelve. So, um… drip set of twenty drops per mil, twenty drops per mig, Sam needs, um, three migs per minute, so, um… three migs per minute with twenty drops per mig is…” Finn’s voice trailed off into silence. They stood frozen for a moment before they bent over the counter with a sob. “I… I can’t think, it’s… god, fuck, I don’t wanna do this, I don’t wanna do this, I don’t wanna do this…”

Ellis lurched towards Finn then stopped themselves short, their hand staying on Sam as if glued there.

Finn pressed their fists against their forehead. “Wh-why can’t I, I think, this is basic fucking math and I can’t do a, a simple goddamned med calculation and I… fuck, no…”

“Finn,” Topher said softly.

“…I can’t do this,” Finn moaned. “I’m not a fucking surgeon, I’m just a fucking idiot with ten fucking months of medical training and I… what if I… no…”

“Finn,” Topher said a little louder.

“…oh, god, what if I—”

“FINN!” Ellis barked from their spot at Sam’s side. Finn jumped and spun to look at Ellis. Ellis nodded at Topher. “I think he—”

“It’s sixty drops per minute, Finn,” Topher said, his voice shaking. “One drop per second. It’s a good calculation.”

Finn stood staring at Topher for a moment, trembling. Tears rolled down their cheeks. They gasped in a breath and turned back to the counter. “You’re right,” they whispered. “God, I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“No problem,” Topher murmured. He tied an IV tourniquet around Sam’s arm and looked for another vein.

“You think we could get a regular stick on Sam and let the blood go in from there so they can turn their head?” Finn said, still at the counter gently shaking a small bag of fluids.

“Sure. Wide bore. They’ve actually got a good AC now.”

Lucy walked back into the room carrying bottles of water under her arm, and a plate of sandwiches. “I… um… they’re PB&J.”

Vera crossed to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you,” she breathed. “Thank you so much.”

“Y-yeah.” Lucy’s eyes went first to Gavin where he leaned against the wall, shivering. She tentatively held out the plate to Gavin. Gavin took a sandwich with shining eyes, and left the garage to eat it.

Isaac turned back to Sam. They stared at him like they were looking at the ceiling through his head.

“Isssaac,” Sam slurred. “What’s…” They giggled weakly. “What’s going on?”

Isaac forced a smile. “Hey, Sam. How you doing?” It hurt to talk.

“I’m, I’m good,” they said. “I feel better. Did Finn fix it? Is it done?”

They’re going to be in so much pain when this finally wears off for good. “Not yet. Almost there.”

“Can I see?”

Isaac squeezed his eyes shut. “N-no, Sam. Not yet. You can’t turn your head.”

“Oh.”

Isaac opened his eyes and looked down at Sam. His sibling, his sibling was bleeding out on the table, their arm torn by a bullet that was meant for Isaac. It should have killed him, but Sam had been standing in front of him, unprotected, and he’d been in a vest. He flinched as the memory took him over for a moment. The bang, the spray of blood, the punch to his chest, the feeling of Sam falling against him. They hadn’t even screamed.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and glanced away from Sam. Lucy stood at his side, holding out the plate of sandwiches and a bottle of water. He dipped his head and took the bottle, and a sandwich. “Thank you,” he murmured. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to eat anything. She nodded and moved on to Tori. He took a bite of the sandwich. Then another. The sandwich was gone so quickly Isaac wondered for the briefest moment if it had disappeared.

Finn returned to the table with the bag and some IV tubing in their hands. “How’s the line going?”

Isaac looked up dizzily and saw Topher finishing the IV in Sam’s arm. “Good,” Topher said.

These are all good things.

He stopped trying to pay attention to what was going on around him. He just looked at Sam. He looked at Sam as the new line was attached to their IV, blood and ketamine going in at the same time. He looked at them as the needle came out of their neck. He pushed down on the spot when Finn told him to and held the blood in until it could clot. It did. That was good, too. He looked at them as their eyes lazed slowly around the room, the pain as absent from their body as Isaac had ever seen. Sam looked like they were barely there, their mind hanging onto their body by a thread that could be cut. Sam looked like they were drifting farther and farther away.

I’d rather them be gone than in pain right now. Finn got back to cutting. Then stitching, pulling the muscle and skin of Sam’s arm together that had been torn, obliterated. Isaac tried not to look as Finn smeared superglue over the repaired tear in Sam’s artery. He tried not to look when Finn had Topher hold Sam’s arm up so they could repair the other side.

Sam heaved a deep sigh. Isaac’s eyes snapped to theirs, having wandered to watch Finn fix Sam.

“Isaac?” Sam asked thickly, as if their mouth was moving with no instructions from their brain.

“Yeah?” Isaac put his hand on Sam’s knee and squeezed.

“Do you still hate me?”

A chill rocked through Isaac, burning, freezing, tearing him apart from the inside, so much worse than the simple bruise on his chest. “What?”

“The things you said. About hating me and wishing I died.” Sam’s face was blank. Not from holding back emotion, but from there not being any emotion at all.

Isaac could feel eyes on him. His own eyes burned with tears and spilled over before he could stop it. “I…”

“I think they had you say that during the whipping so I would, um, believe it. So I wouldn’t be able to think that you don’t. But… do you?”

Isaac looked away, desperate for a minute, a fucking minute, to hold down his sobs, push away his agony, so he could answer Sam the way he wanted to. With calm words and gentle reassurances. Not screaming in guilt and fury. Not falling to his knees. Not disappearing within himself, where those words would surround him and punish him and insulate him from ever hurting Sam like that again. He needed a fucking minute, so he wouldn’t break. He needed some time.

His gaze landed on Gavin where he still stood slumped against the wall. Gavin had his hands to his mouth and was shaking with silent tears. Gavin saw it, too, and he was the one who drew Sam’s blood as I said those things. He’s the one who heard every single one of them. He’s the one who took Sam away from me in the first place.

Isaac fell back a step from the table, shuddering. He wrapped his arms around his chest and squeezed. He gasped at the pain. Welcomed it. I said those things because I was weak. I broke. I…

If I’d protected them from the beginning…

If I had died rather than beg them to come for me…

If I had been strong enough to kill Gavin when I had the chance…

If I…

If I…

If I…

If I…

Something in his chest cracked. Shattered. Was that a rib, or something else? Did it matter? He was broken, he was broken, and it was his fault Sam was broken, too.

“Isaac?” Sam’s voice held a perfect innocence. Concern, weaving gently through his name.

A second wave of agony rocked through him, deeper. Raw. Cutting into the core of who he was. I hated myself before I ever loved them.

Something shifted in him. Something he’d never even realized until that moment. I hated myself before I ever loved them. He took a step towards the table. His hand went back to Sam’s leg.

“No, Sam,” he whispered. “I never hated you. Not even once.” I said that to save their life. I was going to break, to let them live, no matter how much it hurt me.

“Good,” Sam sighed, their eyes fluttering shut. “I thought so.”

This time Isaac did stagger and drop to his knees. He reached across Sam and clutched at their opposite shoulder as Finn kept working beside Isaac. He felt a small hand cover his and squeeze. He looked up. Sam looked at him and smiled.

Continued here

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Non-OUAT Whumpers

Most of the whump collected on this blog takes place on the show Once Upon a Time. The Whumpers responsible for these incidents are collected on this blog’s Official Whumpers Page for your amusement.

However, this blog also collects whump from Colin’s other work, as well as humorous “bestings” from real life when appropriate. Those “whumpers” will be collected on this post, also for your amusement ;)

Incidentally, while the Official Whumpers List is listed by character names, this list is organized by the name of the actor/actress playing the role. There’s no reason for this, other than it amuses me.

Amy Huberman Irish actress. Played Conor’s friend Daisy in The Clinic. Entirely angsty bestings here, as Daisy is the cause of a lot of Conor’s emotional upheavals throughout his time on the show.

Anthony Hopkins Academy Award winning actor. Played Father Lucas in The Rite. All kinds of whump here. Father Lucas brings about angst, delivers lectures, manhandles him, attempts to possess, and even throws Michael Kovak across the room.

Antonia Campbell-Hughes Irish actress. Played Shelley in Storage 24. Shelley doesn’t really do much to Mark throughout this film, but near the end, after everything he’s done to his friends... she gives him a sound slap.

Bad Fashion Choices Let’s be real, it’s mostly just that fucking shirt. This one also has a lot of Killian Jones bestings, as there was the diving suit, the white tuxedo, the Dark One robe that offended him, that hair bow, and various other questionable fashions in that show. There’s also some lovely fandom contributions of Killian/Colin being bested with bad fashion. And, of course, plenty of that buzz cut and that fucking shirt.

Bathroom Fixtures Seen in every bathroom in every home around the world. Usually, bathroom fixtures are useful. Sometimes, not so much.

Bel Powley English actress. Played Carrie Pilby in the movie of the same name. Carrie doesn’t really whump Professor Harrison, but near the end of the film, she does bring her father over to his house - and the two of them invade his home, her father punches him in the face, and Carrie mocks him.

Berserkers A crazy band of murderers found in What Still Remains. The Berserkers are at war with Peter’s commune in the film, and near the end of it, they attack and annihilate the commune entirely, burning it to the ground.

Bikers Random ruffians found in 2004′s Love Is the Drug. LITD’s Peter goes up against some badass biker dudes to defend the guy his sister’s with. It doesn’t go well, and he gets punched in the face. As usual.

Camera Angles Found in everything, everywhere. Stupid cameras. Let’s be real, though. It’s mostly just me bitching about leaves.

Cats Adorable furry creatures. Showed up en masse in The Rite. “Make sure they don’t come in,” Lucas said. Spoiler: They all got in.

Chris Carmack American actor. Played Nora’s boyfriend David in The Dust Storm. Near the end of the film, David confronts Nora and Brennan in a bar and punches Brennan in the face, resulting in a pretty big bruise.

Chris Ellis American actor. Played Harvey in What Still Remains. Harvey seems, at first, to be a harmless old man cooking over a campfire in the middle of the day. Unfortunately, his innocent demeanor lures Anna right in - and once she and Peter are close enough, they’re ambushed.

Colin O’Donoghue I think we all know who this guy is. This tag’s not for him getting bested... it’s for when HE bests US.

Cops Police officers. Seen in many films and TV shows. This tag includes some Once Upon a Time whump, but also has Conor Elliott’s arrest in The Clinic.

Demons Evil otherworldly beings. Most famously found in The Rite. This tag covers the demonic goings-on in The Rite, as well as some fandom bestings of Killian Jones being possessed or haunted.

Dorothy Cotter Irish actress. Played Laura in the short film, The Euthanizer. Laura is Ben’s beloved girlfriend, who has left him for unstated reasons. Ben is completely heartbroken by the loss, and turns to suicide.

Feels Seen: Everywhere, in everything. This tag encompasses all those moments when Colin’s character is overcome by emotion - including when that character is Killian Jones.

Finbar Lynch Irish actor. Played Terry in 2005′s Proof 2. The moment is very brief, but Terry does a wonderful job of grabbing Jamie by the lapels and manhandling him.

Frogs More animals, spotted in 2011′s The Rite, besting Michael Kovak. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding him.

Gary Lydon British actor. Played Dr. Patrick Murray on The Clinic. Patrick Murray was Conor Elliott’s therapist, and his poor handling of Conor (and Conor’s condition) contributed to the emotional breakdown that led to Conor setting himself on fire.

Gabriel Byrne Well-known Irish actor. Played Carrie’s father in Carrie Pilby. Carrie’s father invades Professor Harrison’s home and eventually punches him right in the face. In an interview about the film, Colin said, “Who doesn’t want to be punched in the face by Gabriel Byrne?” Indeed.

Giant Alien Monsters Giant. Alien. Monstrous. Starred in 2011′s Storage 24. One thing you can say about these things... they have good taste.

Jeff Kober American actor. Played Zack in What Still Remains. Zack doesn’t whump Peter at all within the film, but as the main driving force behind Peter’s warped world view and the man who orchestrated the abusive environment Peter grew up in, he is instrumental in the trauma that made Peter into the mal-adjusted psycho he undoubtedly is.

Jennifer Morrison American actress. Played Emma Swan in Once Upon a Time. She and Colin like to tease each other at conventions. “By teasing each other, we mean that Jen teases me, is what happens.” We got you, Col.

Josh Dallas American actor. Played Prince Charming in Once Upon a Time. O’Dallas is love. O’Dallas is life.

Keith McErlean Irish actor. Played Dr. Adam in Season 5 of The Clinic. Dr. Adam was Daisy’s boyfriend in Season 5. Conor and Dr. Adam didn’t get along very well, causing much angst... and eventually a blow-up that resulted in some physical aggression.

Kristen Gutoskie Canadian actress. Played Nora in 2016′s The Dust Storm. Brennan’s feelings for Nora (and Nora’s rather unhealthy ways of dealing with her own emotions) cause a lot of conflict and angst throughout the film. She also inflicts physical harm on Brennan near the end of the film, when she burns his arm with a cigarette.

Lana Parrilla American actress. Played Regina Mills in Once Upon a Time. Only adorable bestings need apply <3

Lee Arenberg’s Acting Choices American actor. Played Grumpy in Once Upon a Time. What was he even doing, tho? And why? And what?

Lesley Conroy Irish actress. Played Mandy in the 2003 short film, Call Girl. Mandy comes to Brendan’s house, she makes him nervous, they have sex, she argues with him, she pushes him... umm, yadda yadda yadda?

Lulu Antariksa American actress. Played Anna in What Still Remains. Anna spends more of this film getting whumped by Peter than whumping him, to be honest, but when she does get her whump in... it’s the fatal kind.

Marta Gastini Italian actress. Played Rosaria in 2011′s The Rite. Rosaria is a young woman who is possessed by a demon. Her behavior during a routine exorcism unnerves Michael in the beginning, but eventually escalates to an all-out physical attack where she tries to strangle him.

Mimi Rogers American actress. Played Judith in What Still Remains. Aside from a few awkward hugs and exchanges in the film, Judith doesn’t actually whump Peter on screen. So why is she here? The film hints at long-term sexual and emotional abuse that Peter suffered at the hands of Judith and her husband Zack - abuse that surely shaped Peter into the psycho he is, and a dynamic that adds depth to those awkward encounters.

Noel Clarke British actor. Played Charlie in Storage 24. Charlie is Mark’s best friend when the film begins, though he’s arguably less so as the film progresses and Charlie finds out Mark’s been sleeping with his girl and is the reason said girl broke up with him. There’s an accidental nut-crunch in the beginning, a fight when the betrayal is discovered, and a punch right in the kisser later on.

Others Everyone and Anyone NOT listed here or on the Once Whumpers list. That means everyone. Even you, if you play your cards right.

Pay Phones Apparently, they still had them in Ireland in 2009. In The Euthanizer, Ben has a bit of trouble with one of these.

Robert Carlyle Scottish actor. Played Rumplestiltskin in Once Upon a Time. Full honesty - this is mostly just endless references to that blooper.

Rose Reynolds English actress. Played Alice Jones on Once Upon a Time. Rose and Colin are amazing together <3 Their bestings are the best!

Rutger Hauer Dutch actor. Played Michael Kovak’s father, Istvan, in The Rite. There’s not really much besting shown in the film, but the man made his son Michael help embalm his own mother. If that’s not a fucking besting, I really don’t know what would be.

Sarah Bolger Irish actress. Played Princess Mary in The Tudors. You likely recognize this actress’s name from her role in Once Upon a Time as Princess Aurora, but what lands her on this list is her role as Mary in The Tudors - where she allegedly steps on Duke Phillip’s foot.

The Crew Assorted crew members of assorted projects, including OUAT. ...because everyone likes to tease Colin. It’s an international pastime!

Tobias Jelinek American actor. Played Phillip in What Still Remains. The dystopian world of this film lends itself well to random whumpings from complete strangers. Phillip is one of two men who Anna and Peter run into on their journey who attempt to rob them.

Tommy O’Neill Irish actor. Played the Euthanizer in the short film of the same name. The Euthanizer is originally hired by Ben to help him hang himself... but when Ben changes his mind and decides to live, things turn even whumpier!

This list was last updated on February 5, 2019.

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(Request) The Perfect Timeline; Ellry

Request: I have a Rosemin request.

((WARNING Long post down below))

Now I decided to do my own spin on it so I apologize if it's not exactly what was asked from me.

The Pardoned Pals route happened but Henry was always strangely protective over Ellie. Whenever she was in danger he cared for nothing except her safety, this man who always hid his superpowers suddenly busted them out without hesitation, throwing caution to the win. He killed Grigory with Reference, froze the Bukowski twins with ice magic, and even was preparing to metalbend the helicopter before recognizing Charles as the pilot. Ellie always found this weird given the secrets Henry kept, but knowing he never had a partner before and that he brought down the Toppats not just to avenge his father Terrance Suave and get revenge on his mother Carol Cross for abandoning them to the Clan's wrath, she thought it was loyalty born from his mommie issues.

That's what Ellie thought until she overheard Henry telling Charles he betrayed the government and stole the Romanian Ruby to become The Wall's top priority and get captured at the same time they got her. It doesn't make sense, Henry didn't know she tried to steal the Norwegian Emerald at the time, he had no reason to help her or know The Wall was after her.

So as Henry sleeps that night she reads his memories with The Force and finds the truth. She learns of Henry's first route, Toppat Civil Warfare, and how the remorse brought by her parting words as she died in his arms drove him to rewind time, giving up on his victory all the riches he could ever want to set things right.

How the greatest criminal in the world changed his ways and stole her heart.

***

'Meet me outside. On top of the hill looking out at the horizon'

After reading the simple note a couple more times knowing what to do next in reserved understandment, Ellie heaved a hearty sigh she'd been holding in when taking the first step. The red-headed woman knew something was up; it didn't take anyone with a single brain cell to understand why she was being called by the other where they'll be alone together to talk in privacy. Now she didn't know what the note meant, causing her to worry just a little bit, familiar inner turmoil swimming in the pit of her stomach yet despite it she kept up a strong outlook. It stayed that way until it slowly crumbled apart when she walked the steep hill finding he was waiting for her arrival with an unreadable expression on his face. From how she saw it he didn't notice her presence at least at first noting he was pacing back and forth, twirling his thin fingers as he murmured to himself.

"Hey, Henry. You wanted to see me?" She asked puzzled, growing more worried then she'd like to admit out loud with the man's nervous tics coming to the surface.

"O-oh. Yes I'm so glad to see you here, Ellie" Startled by her sudden voice breaking the silence, body involuntarily stiffening, Henry nodded chewing at his bottom lip, "I needed to talk to you about something. In private. Just you and me"

The ex-convict stood in front of her stiff like a statue, sweating bullets, red-faced, struggling to speak coherently and she walked up to him with a hand laid on his shoulder, "Relax, alright? Whatever you have to say to me shouldn't cause you to be a nervous wreck. I'm a big girl, I can handle it"

"Okay. But I have to warn you now. It's. It's bound to get rough and confusing. You may not get it. I hope you do"

Then in a sudden, hesitation was long gone, it finally broke loose, the floodgates were forced open, Henry spilled everything he wanted to tell her he couldn't do in person last time. How he was helplessly stuck in other timelines where he had to struggle making the right choices if he didn't want to fail - or rather die - and in the end meant nothing. What was worse in his wet eyes filled to the brim with fresh tears is being left in the Toppat Civil War, feeling dead then empty inside witnessing his love who despised him die in his arms. Even afterwards in a new one, be it in ones befriending the fiery woman he was still scared shitless about her wellbeing where he tends to be overly protective doing whatever it takes to keep her safe. If it means having to leave destruction in his path then so be it, he did much worse back then anyways so he can live with it.

"I would've never thought it was like that? So many timelines. Yet so little control over it or your choices. All the failures and short lived successes..." Ellie managed to speak in breathless huffs, already knowing small bits due to shamelessly using a rare ability, The Force many nights ago on the man who remained unsuspecting in a deep slumber once curiosity got too much to bear though the power itself can only go so far however she never told a soul on the matter instead allowing him to tell the full story, her magenta eyes sparkled in the moonlight, it was more than she initially expected in her fever dreams, "... I. I'm not surprised you didn't tell me what's going on earlier. Or anyone else for that matter. Nobody would've believed you. I knew you weren't feeling well. There was something plaguing your mind and I wanted to help when I didn't know how. I did things myself I wasn't proud in either"

In the corner of her eyes, unable to muster the strength in herself to face the other although she did manage to see through blurred vision that the man nodded back with a depressed look on his pale face.

"There wasn't much I could've done, Ellie. At the moment back then or even now and I did try. I really did to have the perfect timeline" Henry tiredly sighs.

"I think it's perfect how it is now. You have me, Charles and even everything else you can want?"

Shaking his head, the rail thin man ran his bony hands down his drooping face, dull eyes struggling to stay open with heavy, dark bags laying underneath, "I suppose. But there's a part of me thinking that this would end any moment. That tomorrow I'll wake up to see everything reset again. I can't do that again. I can't lose everything, everyone I have. I won't lose you"

"It won't, Henry. You said it earlier with Charles that it's been months since anything happened. Maybe that thing, whatever it was, grew tired and let you be. Allowed you to finally live a comfortable, safe life"

Inching closer yet keeping the distance between them Ellie slipped her hands down in order to hold Henry's own gently squeezing them in reassurance.

"Yeah… I love you. A whole lot and I hate to see you get hurt or worse" Giving his best smile, Henry's crystal blue eyes staring back at Ellie attempting to relax with varying success. "You don't know know I'll do for you"

"I love you too. Just allow me to take care of you too every once in a while. Don't bottle it all up on me. You deserve attention and love"

Abruptly Henry gave Ellie a tight hug, nuzzling his face into her neck shakily clinging on for dear life as if she would've disappeared once he let go. His messy black hair that under the moon's light glowed beautifully tickled against her jawline. Soon his long, slender arms slid around her waist drawing them in close, bodies pressed together almost intimately and she didn't hesitate to do the same around his neck. Warm heat radiating in waves off the pair, keeping the cold to never disturb them in their loving embrace lasting for what seems to be an eternity. Then inevitably they separated when Ellie made the first move pulling back, wiping the tears away with her thumbs as she cupped his damp face.

"We mean so much to one another, I know that for sure. So let's try to be open, learn to enjoy our time together without worrying all the time" Peppering in a few, carefully calculated kisses along the way, she ran her hands across the man's face, "I'll always have your back and love you through everything thrown our way"

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Henry Stickmin Random Au #1 (Heavy Angst/Character Whump)

Charles Knows About Alternate Timelines

Hey. Now this is just a random Au that I had on my mind for some time I wanted to share with you all. It's mostly Charles Calvin centric. I may do something with it like possible One-Shots or further Hcs. But of course, my ask box is open to anyone

Since it's a common Hc shared between everyone in the fandom that Henry Stickmin knows about Alternate Timelines & can effectively change or switch it around for his own benefits, y'know like an unnatural amount of luck? I thought to add onto it with an interesting Au where Charles just like Henry knows about alternative timelines/paths however unlike the other, he unfortunately can't do much about it. So he's helpless to do anything about it for the most part so he's merely a bystander watching it take place. It all began when he first met Henry, interacting with him, joining on some interesting adventures together (going through many different alternative endings). Though it only happened after a couple of Henry's doings of the timelines when Charles began to realize albeit slowly something was 'off' about the man, remembering things which didn't make sense and experiencing the changes like a glitch in reality.

Now in this Au (occurs in mostly the Triple Threat timeline), Charles after a few runs both good and bad became more observant to his surroundings while becoming extremely weary, desensitized to almost everything alongside suffering from PTSD, and really bitter knowing he can't do much about it. Eventually, it came to an unexpectedly brutal head when he finally did something about it in order to break the cycle which then turned the already existing timelines to branch off to many more in the wake. What it entailed was Charles testing the waters with gadgets in hand to betray his friends, his general, and the Government. Something that Henry didn't initially expect to happen so he's absolutely bewildered and somehow turned powerless by the sudden change - his abilities unable to catch up - that his fellow friend did without a reason.

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Honor Bound 2 - 40

This is a series. Start here, continued from here. 

This is a sequel to Honor Bound. 

AO3

Cw: mention of death threats, mention of staged suicide, blood (imagined)

Gavin winced as Finn pushed against his abdomen. Isaac looked on, his gaze unfocused and far away. Gray and Edrissa were gone, out on a walk to calm Edrissa down after the others had taken the men back to town.

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled. They adjusted their hands and pushed again. “Deep breath.”

Gavin breathed in, doing his best to hold his face in a neutral expression. His stomach hurt. Under the pain, though, was a heavy, warm awareness that Gavin hadn’t been touched in a way that felt good since he’d left his home and his birthright. Almost everything since then had been pain, torture. Up to this point, no one had touched him without the intention to do him harm…

No one except Sam, when Gavin had been beaten. And Gray and Sam together, at the funeral.

And Isaac, when he’d let Gavin hug him. Gavin’s throat tightened.

Finn watched his face carefully as they pressed in. “That hurt?”

“Um.” Gavin cleared his throat. “A little.”

“Where exactly did he kick you?”

Gavin leaned back and placed his hand on the left side of his stomach. Finn pulled up Gavin’s shirt.

“Hm. Not much bruising, that’s good.”

“Um.” Gavin ducked his head. “It’s fine.”

Finn laughed gently. “There are only a few important things on that side. But if you’re still okay in a few hours, you’re probably in the clear.” Finn held Gavin’s wrists up to inspect the torn skin. “This I can do something about.”

Finn pulled their bag closer. Isaac stood back with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Finn out of the corner of his eye. After a moment he dropped his arms and started pacing the living room.

“Isaac,” Finn said gently as they pulled some ointment out of their bag, “Stop pacing.”

“I’m not…” Isaac sighed. “Fine.” He plopped down on the couch on the opposite end from Gavin. “What’s the verdict, doc?”

Finn smirked. “He probably doesn’t have a busted pancreas, but that’s really all I can tell with the tools I have. These—” They held up one of Gavin’s wrists as they smeared the ointment on. “—will be fine.”

“Good.” Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Gavin’s heart skipped a beat.

“Wh-what does this mean?” Gavin asked, his voice strained tight with pain as Finn gently wrapped Gavin’s wrist with gauze. “What do we do now?”

Isaac sighed. “Well, we obviously can’t leave you alone again. My bigger concern is that they knew we were all gone. They were watching the house.”

Gavin swallowed hard. “They said they knew you wouldn’t be back for hours. Why did you… um… come back?”

“I forgot the store we wanted to go to would be closed today, so we just decided to scrap the day and come back early. I’m fucking glad we did.”

“Um. Me, me too.” Gavin hissed as Finn slathered the ointment on his other wrist.

“Oh, hush,” Finn said gently. “You’re fine.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Gavin mumbled. Finn glanced up at him with a hint of a smile.

“This definitely means we have to move our timetable up,” Isaac said, passing a hand over his face. “I thought we’d have more time to prepare, but the sooner we leave, the better for you.” He met Gavin’s eyes.

“Do you mean we… um… Am I coming with you?” A lump rose in Gavin’s throat.

Isaac blew out a slow breath. “I’m not sure what other options we have. You can’t stay here. They’d kill you within a day. And you can’t go further north. I have a feeling your name would follow you there, too, no matter how hard you try to keep it a secret.” Isaac rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Gavin apologetically. “I can’t ask you to run missions against your family. I don’t know if I can… trust you to do that. I wouldn’t trust me.”

“You can trust me,” Gavin murmured. “They’re not my family anymore.”

Isaac looked at Gavin steadily as Finn wrapped his other wrist. “You’re still a Stormbeck, Gavin.”

Gavin looked at the floor. “But I don’t… don’t want to be. Everything they— we are is… is bad. I’m exactly who those men said I was.” Gavin glanced up and caught Finn and Isaac sharing a look.

Isaac wet his lips. “Not… not anymore… right?”

Gavin shook his head. “I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be those things. I’m still a Stormbeck, but they’re not my family.”

Isaac narrowed his eyes. “Who is, then?” He looked at Gavin like he already knew the answer.

Gavin swallowed and awkwardly met Finn’s gaze as they finished tying the bandage. Gavin licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. “I…” he whimpered helplessly.

“Gavin…” Isaac’s gentle tone belied the command hidden in the word.

“I didn’t really know before they, um…” Gavin mumbled at the floor. “I didn’t know. I mean, I did, but I didn’t know how much I…” He shivered. “I don’t have to be your family. But I want… um, was hoping… you… could be mine.” His cheeks burned as he looked up and met Finn and Isaac’s eyes in turn.

Finn’s mouth fell open. “I…”

“It’s okay,” Gavin said quickly. “It’s okay if you don’t want me. I understand. I do. I’ve done… fucking awful things to all of you. But you, um, you gave me another chance. You l-let me live, you let me… be a part of you. You, um, saved me, when they were going to hang me. And I kn-know it’s been hard with me around, because I, um… I remind you of, of things… But you let me stay anyway. You, um, care. I… I thought I was going to die. He, um… he told me he was going to, um, kill me and make it look like a suicide. And I just… I thought…” Gavin’s eyes filled with tears and he shoved his face into his hands, mortified. “I just thought, I wanted to tell you all that I…” He choked off the word and his mouth shut with a click.

“Wanted to tell us what?” Finn said gently. Gavin looked up and Finn reached out to touch him, then pulled back.

“Um.” Gavin shook his head. “It’s not important. Thanks for cleaning me up, Finn. I, um, appreciate it.” Gavin pushed himself up off the couch and went to leave the room.

“Whatever it is, it was something so important you thought about it as you thought you were going to die,” Isaac said to Gavin’s back. “May as well share. I just had a gun pointed at me for you, I figure we’re in too deep here to give a shit about you being embarrassed now.”

Gavin paused. He turned and looked back at Isaac, standing in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed, and Finn, looking after him with something like concern in their eyes. Gavin swallowed reflexively, his stomach churning with fear as his chest ached with the feeling he’d had before. He loved them all, even Ellis. Ellis had launched themselves at someone with a loaded gun for him. Sam had risked being shot jumping into that fight, too. And Isaac was right; he could’ve caught a bullet in the chest, for Gavin. Isaac could have died, for Gavin.

Is there no one he wouldn’t protect?

Gavin licked his lips. I might not have the chance to tell them again, if the people up here are willing to watch the house and send people to kill me. His cheeks burned. And I’m not afraid of Isaac killing me anymore. “Um. I… I guess… I guess I just realized I, um, wanted you to be my family. And that I, um… l-love you all.”

Isaac’s eyes went wide, just as Finn’s cheeks flushed a bright red. “But…” Finn murmured. “I thought…”

“I’m sorry,” Gavin whispered, and turned to go. “I’m s-sorry…”

“Wait.”

Gavin froze at the tone in Isaac’s voice.

“I…” Finn breathed. “You’re d-different. I knew you were different, I knew you were getting better, but… you love us?”

“Don’t tell Vera,” Gavin said quickly, his voice shaking.

Isaac burst out laughing. Gavin jumped and grimaced at him. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Isaac pressed his lips together, a smile on his face. “I’m sorry. That was rude. But you… you almost died, you almost got your fucking head blown off and you don’t want me to tell Vera that you… you love us?”

“She’ll kill me,” Gavin whispered. “She’ll, um, she’ll kill me for saying that.”

Isaac’s lips quirked up. “Why do you think that?”

“Because she, um…” Gavin wrapped his arms around himself and winced. “She just will. I know she will. She’ll k-kill me, she’ll think I’m lying…”

“Are you lying?” Isaac asked, a strange edge to his voice.

“No!” Gavin took a step forward. “I swear to god, I’m not. I swear. When that man put the, um, gun…” Gavin shuddered. “I thought I was going to die. And I wanted you all to know that I, um, love you. And…” He turned his gaze to Isaac. “And…” Your face was the last thing I wanted to see as he killed me. “And I wanted to, um, see you all again.”

“Why?” Finn breathed.

Gavin whimpered, humiliation and fear making him shiver. “B-because… you’re good. You’re all so good. And you, um, you love each other. No matter what. No matter how, um, broken you get. You love each other. And, um, fix each other. And I… I’ve never had that.”

A look passed between Isaac and Finn, almost like a confirmation. Gavin pressed on.

“I, um, I watch you with each other. You’re so kind and you… you don’t take from each other. You give. You, um, protect.” He flicked his gaze to Isaac. “And I, um…” Raw pain welled up in his chest. “And I… I’ve never had that before. I want to feel something good. I… I want love that doesn’t hurt.”

He bit his lip as he looked back up to Finn and Isaac. His stomach dropped as, for a moment, an image flashed across his mind: Isaac, choking on the floor, bleeding, dying, because of Gavin. Isaac, gasping around the hole in his chest, drenched in his down blood. For Gavin. Isaac could have died today, because of Gavin.

Gavin drew in a shuddering gasp. He turned to leave, and didn’t look back to see Isaac and Finn’s reaction.

Continued here

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