#FebuwhumpDay7

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Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence

The world goes on despite your losses, try your best to get through it.

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 7 - Suffering in Silence

Not able to share whats going on in your head, because you would suffer dire consequences if you ever spoke about it.

[frosteaart]

febuwhump day7: suffering in silence

[mystical-salamander]

Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence

How many sleepless nights do you think Zeb has? How many nights does Zeb spend trying not to wake up anyone on the Ghost as his survivor's guilt stirs and flares, and eats him alive?

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Who Heals the Healer? Febuwhump Day 7--Suffering In Silence

Four passed out at last. That gaping wound in his stomach, scraped out and still lined at the edges with singed, blackened flesh, was finally cleared enough that Hyrule could lay his hands over it and touch living flesh. He worked his magic, knitting muscle and skin back together by feel alone, until his magic began to sputter and peter out and Legend pulled him away, already scolding him for overextending himself. Hyrule stumbled after him, his mind numb, as Legend pushed him down onto a log by the fire and ran a rag over his sweaty forehead, yelling for Wind to fetch him a drink and some sugary snack from Wild’s Slate. 

“Rulie, how many times have I told you not to exhaust your magic reserves like that?” Despite the harsh words, Legend’s voice was fond. It took Hyrule’s eyes a while to adjust to find his scowling face. “You’re going to hurt yourself like that one day, I should know.”

“...sorry…” Hyrule got out vaguely. He leaned into the cool palm pressing into his forehead. “Is he…?”

“He’s okay,” Legend answered. He pulled away with a frown, then took one of Hyrule’s hands in his own, rubbing it briskly between his own. Then he paused. “You’re… warm. You’re usually cold after you use too much magic.” He looked up at Hyrule, his eyebrows raising. “Have you been sick recently, Rulie?”

The words took a while to make their way through Hyrule’s exhausted mind. “No…? I don’t think so…” Suddenly, there were two Legend’s looking up at him. He blinked hard, and they solidified back into one. “I’m just tired… I think I might need to lie down for a bit.”

“Okay…” Legend said dubiously. “C’mon, give me your arm, I’ll help you over there.”

Hyrule found himself nearly slung over Legend’s shoulder. The walk to his bedroll seemed to be miles long. He stumbled, and Legend cursed, distantly calling out for Warrior to help him. He was there in an instant, supporting Hyrule’s other arm. Somewhere in the back of Hyrule’s mind, he realized that the outside of his right leg was burning, but he was much too tired to pay it any attention. He took one step towards his bedroll, then another.

“Rulie, this is more than magic exhaustion.” Legend’s voice warbled in from afar. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

 “I mean, it… it could also be… be where that monster got me.” Hyrule panted out. All he had to do was get to his bedroll. One step. Another. “Didn’t really have time to… to deal with it, before Four was all hurt."

“Hyrule,” Legend said somewhere, his voice growing high. “What do you mean, where that monster got me?”

Hyrule, very helpfully, passed out in answer.

[flowersfromwind]

Febuwhump - Day 7

(I don't know about this one...) Day 7: Suffering in silence

Wind felt truly excluded for the first time after months in that welcoming group. And it wasn't because of his age, world or peculiarities. After all, everyone there was different in some way and they were united by only one important thing in common: the spirit of the hero! Except Wind didn't have that one thing. He listened the others talk about their lives, their adventures and something was always missing. With time, he realized what it was: none of them needed to prove themselves to the goddesses. None of them were a naive child who made an impulsive choice, accepted something they didn't know what it meant and had to prove a courage they didn't have. Most of them didn't need to go after the Triforce, find and piece it together. Some of them, the boy guessed, didn't even seem to have agreed to be a hero. But Wind did it all. And would definitely do it all again. But, among those people, that made him different. It made him the only one without what brought them together in the first place. And that could only mean one thing: he shouldn't be there. He shouldn't have met these incredible people, who he started to call brothers over time. He shouldn't travel to breathtaking places and learn things he would never learn in the Great Sea. He shouldn't live such unforgettable moments... Perhaps, the right thing to do would be to let this group of heroes do what they are premeditated to do. Without him.

[whumpinthepot]

When caretaker finally gets the sleep deprived whumpee to bed and is trying to be quiet around the house:

@febuwhump 2024, Day 7. Suffering in silence

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 7 | Suffering in Silence

Power Rangers Mystic Force | 1x05 | Whispering Voices

[simpforchuchu]

Written in the scars | part2

Prompts: DAY 7 - suffering in silence @febuwhump Characters: Tsukasa x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: They still living hell but at least together.

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, injuries, scars, suicide and surgery, blood, panic attacks, mostly angst but fluffy ending

Part1

Tsukasa thought things had improved since that day. He felt like things had changed, that y/n was feeling better. The hard days were still going on, but he wanted to leave hell behind.

After getting the necessary ingredients at the market, he was choosing the snacks the young girl liked. There was a feeling inside him that he couldn't understand today, so he wanted to return home as soon as possible.

Y/n was setting the table for dinner. After placing the cups in her hand on the table, she took the plates she placed on the counter. While taking the plates, she did not notice the bottle next to her and when her elbow hit the bottle, the bottle fell to the ground.

The young girl sighed deeply, put the plates in her hands on the counter and looked at the broken glass pieces. She bent down to the ground and started picking up the large pieces.

She was careful when throwing large pieces into the trash can, but when a piece of glass cut her hand, she dropped it with pain. She looked at the blood flowing from her finger.

She thought she was better for a long time. Tsukasa was always there for her, they wanted to get back to their lives. But she felt like that fight had taken not only her voice but everything.

When she looked at the blood flowing on her hand, she felt her heart racing. She remembered the broken glass bottle stuck in her neck. She felt the scar on her neck hurt once again.

She put her hand on her chest, ignoring the blood on her hand. She wanted it to calm down. But it continued to beat very fast.

After a while, she felt that she was having difficulty breathing. With help from the fridge, She slowly sank to the floor and sat down. She pulled her knees up and took deep breaths.

She felt like all her struggle had been in vain. The scene that came before her eyes did not go away. She was collapsing to the ground in pain, while Tsukasa and his friends were looking at her in fear.

As her eyes slowly filled with tears, she began to hit her chest with her hand. Fear took over her entire body.

Tsukasa, unaware of everything, opened the outer door with his key and called inside.

“Baby, I'm back.”

He wasn't expecting an answer, of course, but he certainly wasn't expecting to hear loud breathing sounds either. He put the things in his hands aside, closed the door and quickly entered inside. He ran into the kitchen, where the lights were on, and when he saw his girlfriend on the floor with her knees pulled up to her stomach, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Y/n!”

He cried out and crouched down next to the young girl.

"What happened ? Are you okay ?"

Y/n felt like she could breathe again when she slowly looked up and saw her boyfriend. Tsukasa hugged her tightly as tears continued to flow from her eyes.

“It's over, I'm here. I'm with you. It's all over, it's okay."

The young girl could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she inhaled the scent of her lover hugging her. Tsukasa looked around. When he saw the broken glass pieces on the ground, he quickly examined the young girl.

Her hand was bleeding. It didn't look like a deep cut. Although he thought she was harming herself at first, he immediately gave up this idea.

He gently caressed the young girl's cheek and kissed her face.

“Let's clean your hands, wash your face. I'm here, I'll clean here too. And you will be fine. We will be fine. I love you so much, did you hear?

The young girl nodded with teary eyes. Tsukasa gently held the young girl's injured hand and kissed it. He slowly picked her up and walked with her to the bathroom.

She first cleaned the wound on her hand, then he helped her wash her face. He felt pain in his chest when he saw her red eyes.

Y/n took a deep breath and shook her head. She looked at her boyfriend in the mirror and tried to smile.

"I love you."

She just wanted to move her lips, but a low sound came out. When they both looked at each other in shock, Tsukasa hugged the young girl tightly, hearing her girlfriend's voice after months.

"Oh my god! I love you ! I love you too!"

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[kybercrystals94]

Poisoned

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 7 | Prompt 7: Suffering in Silence

Rated: G | Words: 328 | Summary: After being arrested for treason, Crosshair is left with silence. [Character Focus: Crosshair]

There was a time that Crosshair longed for silence.

When Wrecker was too loud in a small space; when Tech couldn’t seem to run out of words to say about an impossibly dull topic; when Hunter lectured them about picking fights with the regs. Crosshair longed for silence in those moments.

Now though, in the silence of a cell, Crosshair tries to hear the ghosts of the booming laughter that shook him to his bones. What had Tech said about energy conductors? Hunter was right about trying to play nice with the regs. They were all he had after his brothers left him…and the regs didn’t want him around.

Except for Cody.

Before he went AWOL.

And Mayday.

Until he died.

Crosshair doesn’t regret the choice that put him here, in this cell…other choices – wrong, horrid choices – however, replay over and over and over again in his mind.

Choosing the Empire.

Choosing to use Hunter as bait to lure his other brothers.

Choosing to stay on that platform and watch the Marauder disappear from his enhanced sight.

And so many smaller but still awful choices in between.

Silence does not distract him like his brothers once did, derailing toxic, circular thoughts. Instead, they echo inside his skull, collide and scrape along the edges of his psyche.

Crosshair growls. He has to distract himself before he goes mad. What was that joke he told Wrecker under his breath that time? The one that Wrecker hadn’t been able to breathe for all the hilarity it struck? What was that thing Tech had explained in great detail that had caught Crosshair’s interest, and he had listened for hours? What advice had Hunter given that morning that Crosshair had planted deep in his mind? Why could he not remember?

Has it been so long?

Have the poisonous thoughts against his brothers finally corrupted his best memories of them?

Do his brothers remember?

Or has he poisoned their memories too.

END

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Febuwhump day 7: Suffering in silence

Deep below the surface,

Abandoned ruins lie dead in the dark

The Hero's Spirit, chained to the frozen ground

Lost, alone in the silence.

Silence.

[blackkatmagic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Agen Kolar Characters: Agen Kolar, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rescue, Implied/Referenced Torture, in the past, Hiding Medical Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, give Cody a lightsaber 2kforever Summary:

There are only a few more floors to go, and then they’ll all be out.

Agen can make it. He has to.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence

CW: 2nd person pov, bleeding, stab wound

Pain knifes through you. You grit your teeth against it and pull your overcoat closer to hide the wound. Your steps are slowing, your legs getting weaker, but you can’t stop, not when the others need you—

A spasming cough makes you double over. Blood speckles your hand. That’s not good. That’s pretty bad, in fact. But you walk on, suffering in silence as snow falls lightly through the dark.

A little stab wound won’t phase you.

The cold seeps into your bones, and you shiver. Another slice of pain under your ribs. But they need you, so you keep going.

@febuwhump

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 7 - Suffering in silence

CW: emotional manipulation, parental Whumper, hypnosis, conditioning, mind control, interrogation, forced betrayal

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Shepard cradled his son protectively, hoping to increase this state of suggestibility to a usable scale, despite or especially because the walls Reuben had built up were nothing more than gravel on the road.

"Listen carefully now. I'm not trying to fool you again, I'm just worried about my children. That's why I need to know if Lukas is alright, you understand this better than anyone. You remember what always happens when the stress gets to him: he doesn't eat, just lays in bed until sunset and doesn't go outside for fresh air. We don't want that, do we?"

His youngest nodded his assent. Luke, in one of his moods, couldn't cope on his own and he was all alone now too, but Ben was here and ready to support him from afar.

"You always help me out, that's your special talent. And I wouldn't dare to ask you bluntly, I bet Lukas told you that awful things would happen if you reveal details about his new...current home to me."

Ben agreed again, he was thoroughly briefed to hold his peace. Luke's horror stories about how they both would be dragged back and forcefully introduced again made goosebumps blossom at the back of his neck, which Shepard carefully stroked away: "But I'm not asking directly, so it's okay, we can play by Lukas' silly little rules and help him at the same time. Isn't that great?"

Shepard watched a lightened smile spread across his son's face, always eager to assist his dad.

"So, to achieve this, I need you to stay down, stay calm, stay open to my words. When you're ready to talk to me, I will listen."

After swallowing a few times, his jaw loosened with a click. Ben was thoroughly poised. Perfect.

"You lived together with Luke?" Shepard tried to suppress any judging tone that possibly snuck its way into his questions.

"Yes," Ben whispered, his voice sounding like it detached to flow freely throughout the tent.

Just as suspected: same city, same vicinity. Shepard would siphon Luke out of the masses until he was sure he was close enough.

"And others too?"

"Yeah." 

Shared flat. Close to campus, more than likely. Luke had surrounded himself with many people, many friends, which certainly acted as an extra barrier. Nothing his dad couldn't get out of the way.

"That's so nice, it's important to stay close to the people you love."

Ben nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a compliment Shepard gladly accepted.

"Imagine something for me. Imagine you're back in the house you lived in. You wake up like every morning, the warm sunbeams on your skin welcome the new day, and get dressed in your favorite outfit. You already prepared it the evening before, that's how exited you are to take a stroll through the city."

Ben could see Lukas' room so clearly: the spare sleeping mat he and his roommates had dug up and cramped under the desk. Everything had been cramped ever since he followed his brother out into the real, wild world, but that never stopped them from finding a way for themselves.

"Ready for the day, you step outside. What is the first building you can see?"

The question took a while to settle in, the cogs in Ben's mind worked at a snail's pace: "A restaurant."

"Is it a nice one, an expensive one?"

"Yeah." Luke had invited him there once or twice, only when his paychecks arrived.

"Can you see the name?"

Despite their makeshift living conditions, Shepard wondered if his boys, lacking papers and any kind of formal education, managed to settle in a high-end neighborhood. Meanwhile, Ben smiled weakly, remembering the intense aroma of cinnamon and sprinkles on his tongue.

"What does it say?"

"IHOP."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Shepard coughed and bit his lip hard to hold in his laughter. This narrowed the area down. His Reuben was incredibly helpful indeed, even if he was unable to grasp why.

"Taking in the morning air, you stride along the sidewalk to the nearest street sign. They are fixed on a post, a little plate with letters on it."

"I know, Dad!" he could practically hear Ben roll his eyes if he were in a different state of mind, "I'm not as stupid as you think."

But sweet Ben never paid attention to bland signs that couldn't spark his curiosity, and currently his brain wasn't active enough to produce a dream image.

"What street are you on?"

Ben shrugged innocently: "I dunno."

Prodding further would just risk him getting defensive, a possibility not worth sacrificing his results for. Lukas was practically gifted to Shepard on a silver platter, rushing it was not the way.

"That's alright, Ben. You're doing great, just go back to the house for me and tell me what color it is."

"Bricks," he muttered.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the tired man tried another strategy: "You walk up to the front door now, please. Slowly, dear, we aren't in a hurry."

A foul lie to calm his all too eager son down; complex assignments usually made Ben confuse himself into a stupor.

"Arriving at the entrance, you look at the facade and somewhere above the doorbells you will see a number. If you tell me which one it is, I'll stop bothering you."

Bother wasn't a word Ben would ever use to describe the breathwork they did together, he may not understand every word that was said or left his own mouth, but nevertheless appreciated this embrace for his soul.

Before his inner eye, the path he walked up countless times before showed itself in great detail: the clear view made of old beer cans and crumbling plaster he never quite got used to. It had to be there somewhere, a few stairs further inside a big circle. Slow, calculating head pats were exchanged for treacherous information.

"The number, sweet thing." If listened closely, maybe one could hear a trace of impatience.

"Four-two-seven," Ben murmured under great exertion.

"There you are. Thank you very much, Ben." A gentle kiss on the crown of his head sealed the deal.

Dad was so proud of him, he did a good job! All was forgiven.

The hard part was over, now Shepard had to ensure that his nestling didn't fledge again. He was truly fortunate that he had such a big heart and dutiful mind.

"How about one more favor for your old man?"

"Okay," Ben's warm breath against his father's chest let them tighten the hug.

"Are you sure? You already did so much for us."

In response, Reuben nodded avidly. He could always assist Dad, he could always prove his worth.

"Well, then. I want you to forget this conversation, Ben. Let it drift out of your head into the world, mix with the wind and get carried far, far away. It would hurt me too much to have you burdened with my worries."

Followed by a deep exhale and final sign of agreement, Ben was placed back on the sea of cushions and blankets beneath him and kindly tucked in. All that was prepared beforehand had found its use, as father and son laid beside each other, hand in hand.

"I'm going to talk to your subconscious now, but you can just simply float along. You don't have to listen to my drivel anymore, starshine, a deeper part will do all the work required. Let go and follow me."

At this final command, the last string that tethered Ben to the waking world slipped from his grasp.

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Febuwhump 2024: Day 7 - Suffering in Silence

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