#ailesswhumptoberday2

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 2 - Alternate prompt: Animal bite

TW/CW: Fae whumper, mortal whumpee, animal bite, flesh wound, creepy whumper, teenzy gaslighting, scared whumpee, non-con body control, binding word Word count: 1'000

Coyotes are absolutely not supposed to be native to our forests!?!

Whumpee ran on the narrowing dirt path, soles of their sneakers hitting the soil with quick thumps.

Behind them another loud bark sounded. This time even closer than before.

Tree. Tree. They had to find a tree. Something high to climb onto. But just as their eyes settled onto two large foundlings on either side of the road and they bolted between them pain exploded in their left calf. They came crashing to the floor, jerking around to see a coyote latching onto their leg, teeth blazed and already sprinkled red from their blood. Panicked their fingers searched the ground until closing around a larger stone and aggressively throwing it towards the animal...Only that it never hit them. Completely unsettled they robbed back a few more paces until a shiver ran over their spine. They looked back-nothing but forest.

They looked to the front again-nothing. No coyote, definitely still an injured leg-but wait. There was something. A pair of eyes watching them from the tangled thicket. Still holding the stone up high they yelled out: "Who's there? Why are you watching me!?"

A chuckle, barely distinguishable from the ruste of leaves. And then a voice sounded like the flow of water: "More enticingly; Who are you?"

Luckily they were more outraged than naive so they ignored the creature's question and doubled down: "Why did you just stand there as that coyote attacked me!?"

"What coyote?", the voice asked unfathomable, smiling everlastingly, now a little more visible.

"The one that was just-" But was it? They think. Had it really been there? It was gone when they looked back but they didn't hear any rustling or paws hitting the soil. Their eyes fell back to the still bleeding flesh wound on their leg. Part of it was definitely real!

"Oh dear, you're injured.", the creature commented. Always in the same inscrutable tone of voice. "That doesn't look so good."

"Yes! It also hurts. Now either you help me get out of this forest and to a doctor or leave me alone!"

"Hmm.", the creature mused, as if overturning Whumpees ultimatum. "Well what would I get in return?"

"Wh-What!? I'm literally bleeding right now, what type of person do you have to be in order to not help somebody injured with a flesh wound unless you get something out of it!?". they ranted.

"-I'm sorry I didn't quite catch it before. Could you give me your name again?", the creature interrupted casually.

"Wha-Its Whumpee.", they answered puzzled. Taken off guard by the interruption. They sigh annoyed. "Now can we please go!?"

"Whumpee.", the creature drawled out. Repeating the name as if testing how the name felt on their tongue.

Simultaneously Whumpee felt a chill run down their spine.

The creature asked, stepping out of the dense underbush and onto the dirt path.

Now they could finally see their mysterious companion. They were dressed in flowly clothes that, if you looked closely enough, seemed to go back and fourth between cloth and leaves. Autumm coloured leaves, nearly glowing in yellows, oranges and reds were everywhere. Even in the creatures chestnut hair and adorning its iridescent skin. Faint but intricate antlers grew on top of its head.

"Whumpee", they said, repeating the name again. Each time seemingly with more finality. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind standing up now, would you?", they asked.

And despite the pain that was still searing throught Whumpees leg and their disdain at the thought of doing what this egoistic and very weird looking person asked their body obeyed. Standing up on shaky legs and wincing as weight was applied to the wound.

"Now, follow me if you wouldn't mind.", they ordered and took a couple steps back, fully crossing between the two foundlings and beckoning a now very unsettled Whumpee closer.

"What-What's happening?", Whumpee asked. Their body starting to move after the person.

"I'm simply...Trying to help you, of course. If you would please follow me into this circle right here.", they commanded. Taking another step back into what appears to be a naturally grown circle of mushrooms. Venemous ones on top of that.

And despite Whumpees best attempts to regain control over their own body they followed it. "Iii would rather not, thank you." Through those two stones and into the circle. Their eyes widended. Oh no. Of course they had heard of the stories, the fabels and joke-warnings. Speaking of fairy circles and stolen babies, changlings and abductions from deep within the forest through magical hand but they never believed that it would be real! Or that it would happen to them! It couldn't. Right? "You-You're…a fairy?", they finally mustered up as their foot was already inside the circle.

The creature smiled, or much rather bared their teeth at them, pointy and sharp looking. "Oh my dear little human, I'll give you this bit of information for free. I'm a Fae." And with that they grapped the human's arm with their long fingers and pulled them completely into the circle. "And by telling me your name you sold yourself to me!", they explained gleefully.

Whumpee's face turned ash-white but as they opened their mouth to…yeah to do what? To portest? To plead for their life? The Fae put a long, iridescent hand over their eyes and effectively silenced them in the process.

"Sssh. There will be more time for talking later. Now let's go to a doctor and then home.", they smiled wickedly and the world outside of the circle seemed to shift. Colour dots lengthening into brushes and contours blurring until. It all suddenly stopped again. The Fae took their hand off of Whumpee's eyes and graciously allowed them to see again.

They had to blink against the light when they opened their eyes again. It hadn't been this bright before, has it? But then they finally really looked. And Oh Gods! Everything looked different! Where were they!?

"Welcome to the Fae Wild little mortal!"

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @shattermind-8

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 2 - Insomnia

Hehehe this is actually about insomnia this time! Here you go @ailesswhumptober!

TWs: insomnia

The scrape of a whetstone pulled Manuel from his sleep. One of Bastian's arms were draped over him, holding him close to the warm dragon's chest. The seasons were starting to change again. Manuel was chillier at night, even as they traveled further south, so he'd started sleeping between Mariano and Bastian.

Slowly, as the wind picked up again, Manuel realized that his left side was cold.

That got his eyes open. The stars glimmered above, the sky painted with the swirls and constellations he'd learned to navigate by. The leaves of the trees rustled and shushed the rest of the world.

The whetstone scraped again.

The moon had disappeared, leaving the world blanketed in stark darkness. Manuel sat up and squinted towards where their fire had been. By the barely-glowing embers, he saw two white rings looking back at him. The sight sent a chill down his spine.

"Mariano?" Manuel called out, hesitantly, before embarrassment lit up his face. Of course it was Mariano.

"It's alright." Mariano answered, smooth voice sounding heavier than before. "I'm here." The white rings disappeared for just a moment before turning up towards the sky. "I'm here."

"Is something wrong?"

Mariano was quiet for a moment. "...I just can't sleep." He settled on. "Thought I'd sharpen our hunting knives while I had the chance." The whetstone slid across metal again. "Yours is already back in its sheath."

Manuel shifted where he sat. "Can...can you come back to bed? Just for a little while." He tried. "It's cold."

The white rings looked back at him. Mariano was quiet before the rustle of returning his knife to his sheath and the whetstone to its bag reached Manuel's ears. He smiled to himself, relaxing when he heard Mariano stand and start walking back over.

"I can lie down for a little while, then. If it helps."

Manuel felt the soft brush of Mariano's sleep shirt as he slipped under the blankets again. One of Mariano's arms draped over him, as gently as ever--as though Mariano thought that Manuel might startle if he moved too quickly. Manuel sighed, the now-familiar weight helping to warm the space further.

He didn't miss how the breathing next to him slowed and evened out, or how Mariano relaxed when Manuel threaded their fingers together. Bastian had mentioned Mariano having had issues sleeping for a while and how hard it was to get him to come to bed. With a satisfied sigh, Manuel filed this away--if Bastian needed help solving their mage's mysteries, he was happy to assist.

[shion-yu]

Day 2 - Overworked/Exhaustion

Shu doesn't know when to take a break. Pre-Alex. Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Shumei - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23743470.shumei-tw 

Shu had so much to do. This semester’s interns were in the final stages of compiling their projects and they constantly needed something from him. Yesterday his supervisor had given him yet another draft to review and edit by Friday. He was supposed to host the committee meeting this month and he hadn’t even started drafting the schedule. And this was all on top of his usual responsibilities and projects. To say he was busy was an understatement. He was hectic, an exhausted soul that couldn’t even rest peacefully to recharge because he was constantly waking up with stress dreams each night. 

Mathias warned him that he seemed run down. “You’re going to run yourself sick, Shu. You gotta tell them you have too much on your plate.”

Giving up wasn’t how he got his promotion, he thought to himself. He could do all of it and more, if he just tried a little harder. He could always do more. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t slept for more than four hours a night in weeks. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been outside for longer than the time it took him to walk from his car his house or work and back. His only option was to keep going or he wouldn’t be worth anything at all...

He knew he had a fever. He could feel it in his bones, his skin, his eyes even. Everything tingled painfully, but beyond all else he felt the need to succeed. He couldn’t stop, not when people were counting on him. They believed in him because he could do it and had done it before. Other people had families waiting for them at home, Shu had no one - so it didn’t matter that he was never there.

“Shu?”

Shu looked up from his desk. He had his head buried in his hands trying to center himself so he could finish the presentation he was working on, but all the letters had started merging into one big pile in the corner of the screen for some reason. Miki stood beside his desk, a worried look on the younger woman’s face. She had two cups of coffee in her hands and held one out to Shu. “You looked tired. I got you a latte.”

It took Shu longer than it should have to process what she had said to him. “Oh... Thank you.” He forced a thin smile up at her. “Ah... Wait. What time is it?” He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened in panic. “Shit, I have a meeting in five minutes.” He must have lost track of time. Maybe even fallen asleep with how much time had passed.

Shu stood up quickly and suddenly the world around him blurred. “Shu!” That was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness and hit the ground. 

He was only out for a minute, but when he opened his eyes it seemed like the whole company was around him. He looked around in panic and instant embarrassment, struggling to sit up immediately. He felt a strong pair of hands on his shoulder. It was Mathias. “Woah, don’t get up yet,” he said firmly. “You hit your head pretty bad.”

“The meeting-”

“-Canceled, obviously,” Mathias said. He was making an executive decision here and he didn’t care who might object. “You did too much. I told you this would happen.” He turned and glared at their asshole supervisor who looked pretty guilty right now. “Someone called 911.”

“Seriously? That’s not necessary. Oh, God,” Shu groaned, slumping miserably. He would have to quit. There was no way he could ever come back here, not after this.

“Too bad, it’s too late now,” Mathias said simply. “Just relax, Shu. I think you’re pretty sick. How long have you been feeling like this?”

Shu didn’t answer, partially because he didn’t know. Maybe a few days. A week. It didn’t really matter, did it? “I’m sorry...”

Mathias shook his head. “Don’t apologize, man, if anything we should be apologizing to you for not noticing.” Another backwards glare. Miki started to shoo everybody away from Shu’s desk in a retroactive attempt to preserve just an ounce of Shu’s dignity. “You have a fever. A really high one. You need to rest and nothing else. We’ll take care of your projects,” he added when Shu opened his mouth to protest again. 

Shu sighed. Mathias was right. There wasn’t anything else he could do in this condition. He couldn’t even concentrate on Mathias in front of him, let alone whatever all his projects were about. “I’m gonna be known as the dude who fainted at work for the rest of my life,”

“Maybe, but life’s not only about work, Shu.” 

It wasn’t? If he couldn’t be useful, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t know how else to feel validated. His mom had never taken a break and that was why he was where he was today. She’d had it so much harder, he thought, a single mom in a country where she couldn’t even understand the language. She did everything so he could succeed, she didn’t deserve a lazy son like him and-

“Shu, take a breath.” Mathias was talking to him again. Shu swallowed and tried to manage a shaky breath. He felt nauseous and dizzy and slumped against Mathias. “There you go bud, keep breathing. You’re going to be okay. It’s all fine.”

Shu tried to believe him. He tried to tell himself it was going to be fine. But what if he got fired for this? What if he’d lost all hope of respect in this company and he’d never get another promotion? What if-

“Shu!” Mathias was holding his face now. Shu stared at him in confusion and could feel tears running from the corner of his eyes. Great, now he was crying, too. Even more pathetic. “Hey. You. Are. Fine.” Mathias told him firmly. “Look, if you have to think of it this way, you need to get better so you can come back to us with all of your usual energy, okay?”

“Okay,” Shu mumbled. He closed his eyes. God, he was so tired. He just needed one good night of rest and surely... surely it would all be fine after that. He grit his teeth. He really wanted a cigarette right now. Being sick sucked... he had to hurry up and get better so he could work properly again, Mathias was right. It was the only way Shu could convince himself to rest.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Crash

@ailesswhumptober

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 2. Set after Httyd 2. Dealing with the loss of his father and his new position as chief hasn’t been easy on Hiccup. So it’s a good thing he’s not on his own.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Eret, Gothi, Valka

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 3 349

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Overworked, Insomnia, Exhaustion

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: Day 1 is fanart, so the first fanfic prompt I'll be posting here is Day 2!

Enjoy!

[whumpeewhumpwhump]

(AI-less) Whumptober Prompt 2: Overworked/Insomnia/Exhaustion

(Here's today's, I'm really not doing this according to a fandom per-se, just whatever strikes me when reading the prompt. Have funnn)

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Whumpee swung the pick, the effort of it drawing a grunt from their mouth. They gasped for breath. Their entire body was sore—every muscle screamed out in pain. They screamed for reprieve, rest of some sort, but they knew that wasn’t going to happen. They leaned on the pick, their forehead resting on their hands as they tried to regulate their breathing. They could feel their eyes slipping closed, resting for a moment, unable to keep them open any longer.

They knew it was a mistake. They knew they couldn’t sleep. Whumper wouldn't allow them. And if Whumper caught them... The fear from that alone forced Whumpee to open their eyes, to try to move, do anything, but their body wouldn’t let them. Their knees shook, threatening to give out from underneath them. Whumpee didn’t know why this was the punishment that Whumper decided for them. It got them to shut up, that’s for sure. Kept them busy enough to stop thinking about escape. Whumpee’s eyes drifted shut again. They swayed on their feet. Before Whumpee knew it, their legs gave out from under them and they were on the floor. It was welcome. They curled up, wanting—praying—for sleep to take them, when the intense coldness of water shocked them awake. 

Whumpee gasped involuntarily as they were hauled up by their collar and brought face to face with Whumper, that smug look that Whumpee always hated plastered on their face. Of course, they couldn’t find the energy to hate it as much as before. They hung limply from Whumper’s hands, fear gripping their heart as Whumper looked them over.

“Are you tired?” Whumper asked, their voice quiet, almost gentle. Whumpee knew better to think that. 

When Whumpee didn’t respond, Whumper readjusted their grip, wrapping one of their hands around Whumpee’s neck. They squeezed slightly, making it uncomfortable, but not impossible, for Whumpee to breathe.

“It’s a shame, really,” Whumper said, “To think I believed you were stronger than this. Before I put you to work it seemed like it. Always talking. Always wanting the last word. Look at you now. Can’t even look me in the eye. I had hoped you would be more fun to play with. I guess I finally found a way to break you,”

Whumpee’s breathing hitched. Slowly, they looked up and met Whumper’s gaze. “When I get out of here, I will not hesitate to kill you,”

“There you are,” Whumper chuckled and squeezed harder. For a frightening moment, Whumpee couldn't breathe. Whumper all the while kept a smile on their face before suddenly dropping them altogether. Whumpee collapsed in a heap on the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. Whumper kneeled down to look at Whumpee. 

“You fall asleep on the job again and your precious Caretaker will join you down here in no condition to help you. Who knows. Maybe I’ll finally get carried away. Do you think their dead body watching you will make you work faster?”

[actualdickgrayson]

October 2nd entry for @ailesswhumptober

Prompt: Overworked/Insomnia/Exhaustion

This is probably the gentlest I’ll be all month.

[bright-thehawksflight]

AI-Less Whumptober Day 2: Insomnia

Prompt: Insomnia

Fandom: Cyrano de Bergerac

Summary: Henry Le Bret can’t sleep. It is a well-established fact that has long since stopped being new, but not yet stopped being bothersome. There is a siege on, though at this point the devil knows who’s besieging whom, and there’s blood and smoke and cannons booming all around him, and he’s hungry and tired and wants nothing more than to dream it all away for a little while. But he can't. Not yet. Not until he comes back safe.

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Day 2

Overworked, Exhaustion

Fandom: Original work (Chocolate bullet holes)

Characters: Whisper (oc), Listener (oc)

Tw: Paranoia, exhaustion induced hallucinations

Summary: Whisper hasn’t been sleeping, Listener does damage control.

Also, I guess you guys should get introduced to my (not so) new ocs I’ve been brainrotting over. I’ve been spinning these guys in my head for over a year but now they’re ready to be introduced to the outside world! Get ready for a new series because these guys aren’t going away.

Whisper didn’t remember the last time he had slept more than an hour. Maybe it was last week, when everything had gone to shit. He supposed it had to have been too long, at any rate.

He was sitting at the dining table, the walls of the agency provided apartment looming around him. Listener was in the bedroom (there was only one, for some godforsaken reason), hopefully getting some much needed rest. Rest, such a foreign concept.

Whisper put his head down on the table in exhaustion, then jerked it back up, feeling too exposed with his back to the empty kitchen.

He hadn’t changed clothes yet since they got to the apartment, only taking the time to shrug off his vest and remove his gun holster. This left him in a bloodstained white button up and similarly stained black pants.

Crusty, dirty.

The faucet was dripping.

Whisper’s mouth was dry.

He flicked his pocket knife open, then closed again, trying to ground himself with the familiar sound and the comforting weight. He lost track of how many times he opened and closed the blade, but eventually the metal lost its soothing coolness, warmed completely by the heat of his palms.

The faucet was still dripping.

Whisper stood up and moved to get a glass of water, but his knees buckled, unused to supporting his weight. How long had he been sitting, staring into space?

He crashed to the floor, palms and knees hitting the linoleum tile with a dull thud-slap. The impact traveled through his bones, shaking his overused muscles apart, and Whisper gritted his teeth, shoulders trembling.

He maneuvered himself to a sitting position, leaning against a leg of the table. He was shaking badly, his body running on the last dredges of adrenaline it could scrape from his bloodstream. There was no way his knees would hold him now.

The faucet kept dripping.

Tears sprung to Whisper’s eyes and -absurdly- he started laughing. He slammed his weight back against the leg of the table, feeling it slide across the floor from the impact and hearing the dull screech it made against the floor.

God, he was so tired.

“Whisper?”

He blinked, startling. Listener? Listener was supposed to be asleep.

How long had the other man been in the room?

He looked around.

“Listener?”

Listener was nowhere to be found.

He stood up on shaky legs, stumbling into the counter. “Listener?”

Still nothing. He felt his lungs seize in his chest.

“Whisper.”

The voice came from somewhere behind him, but Whisper was unable to pinpoint exactly. It sounded wrong, tinny, warped even. He spun around to look behind him, but lost his balance, sliding down the kitchen cabinets until he was siting on the floor.

He fumbled for his knife. It was still on the counter. He reached for his pockets. He wasn’t wearing his vest.

Whisper froze.

He didn’t dare close his eyes, sitting on the kitchen floor, back pressed against the cabinets, listening to the drip-drip-dripping of the faucet murmur his name.

“Whisper?”

He wanted to scream.

“Shit, Whisper…” The voice was closer now, and Whisper felt the thud of footsteps on the tile. He jerked his head towards the sound, eyes wide.

“Woah, easy, just me.” Listener raised his hands slightly even as he kneeled near Whisper. “What’s wrong?”

Whisper swallowed thickly. “Listener?”

“Yeah, it’s me. You alright if I touch you?”

“Please-“ His voice came out dry and choked, and Listener quickly complied, reaching to hold Whisper’s shaking hands.

“There we go. You hurt anywhere?” He scanned Whisper with a scrutinizing gaze, lingering on his face.

Whisper shook his head.

“You sure?”

He nodded.

“Alright then. Bad dream?” Listener asked gently.

Whisper shrugged. “Tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Listener didn’t ask any more questions. He did, however, drag Whisper up by his arms, tugging him towards the bedroom. “Come on, you need sleep.”

“But… what if we were followed?”

Listener sighed. “For gods sake Whisper, get in bed. You’re wouldn’t be protecting us any more on the kitchen floor than you would be in bed.”

Too exhausted to argue, Whisper allowed Listener to drag him down the hall. And if he mumbled Listener’s name in his sleep, nobody ever mentioned it.

[superalk]

AilessWhumptober 2023 - gunshot wound

They started not with a door breach but with a tear gas cannister and Clint swore as he cursed whoever had drugged him and those asshole anarchists who had smashed his head in and broken his leg and Bobbi being in fuckin' New York CIty or whatever because he was not at the top of his game and Raakaan was depending on him and ---

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 2 Overworked, insomnia, exhaustion

TW/CW: Stress positions, faux gentleness, forced to beg, intimate/creepy whumper, cracking defiance, isolation, sleep deprivation Words: 2'423

Adam rubs his hands over his face. He was getting frustrated with Lyra. Sure she got scared, but she didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “So much energy should be illegal.”, he groaned to himself. And then he had an idea.

---

“Good morning, Thýma!”, Adam said cheerfully as he entered the pool area.

Lyra who was awoken by his goddamn loud glee, pushed herself up into a sitting position. Then she stopped short as her brain realised the nickname. That’s not good. That nickname means pain. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.” She says and yawns.

“I had some stuff I had to take care of.”, he grins.

“Plans to make because you were at your limit?”, Lyra asks innocently but with a shit eating grin.

Adam just chuckled darkly. He went to the edge of the pool, once there he brought his hands fourth, holding long heavy metal chains.

Lyra stared at the chains in his hands, she couldn’t do anything about whatever he was doing right now she decided. So she simply laid back down, head to the side to keep an eye on him. Couldn’t harm to get a few minutes more rest.

Adam chuckled when he saw her lay back down. His plan was looking good. He stood at the edge of the pool and aimed. It took him a few attempts but eventually he got the hook over one of the ceiling bars and down to the pool.

Lyra had watched him and as soon as the hooked chain came down into the basin her face hardened. That’s gonna suck. Adam now jumped into the pool and Lyra was sure he made a point to land extra loudly. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.

“Hey, Thyma, do you want to help me build this together?", Adam suddenly asked.

She rolled her eyes before she grumbled an answer: “I don’t know who you’re talking about but I’m the only other person here, so I’ll answer. Is that an order or a question?”

 “A question.”, Adam sighed. “But if you don’t have enough strength don’t exhaust yourself.”

Lyra hissed. “I never said that.” With those word she got up and walked over to him. Mentally she detached herself from the situation and tried her best to switch to ‘special-interest-mode’. Once there she yanked the end of the chain more down to her.

Adam grinned. He loved how gullible she often was. He handed her a piece of rope and together with her help they knotted it around the hook. Lyra stepped back as Adam inspected the knots and pulled experimentally on them. When he was sure it wouldn’t give he turned around to Lyra. Lyra who was inspecting him closely. He smirked.

“A stress position. Really?”

“Mmh, that’s part of the process, yes.”, Adam hummed.

“Oh? Do enlighten me, what’s the rest of the process?”

“And ruin the surprise? No, no, no. That’s no fun.”, Adam replied. Then his demeaner changed, the glee left his face and his voice dropped as he spoke again: “Now come here.”

“Don’t feel like it.”, Lyra shot back in a pressed voice.

“Well to your luck it doesn’t matter what you want. Not in here. Here it only matters what I want. So come here before I force you and you go through even more pain.”

Lyra laughed out loud at that. “Do you still not get it?! I will never. never make it easy for you!” Adam let go of the leftover rope and charged towards her. She made a jump back and pulled her arms up. Simultaneously for protection and attack. Two primal instincts clashing. She managed to hold him off for a few minutes, landing one or two good punches and scratches but eventually Adam got a hold of her. Blood was slowly dripping from a scratch on her temple. He dragged her to the hooked chain and started tying her wrists above her head.

Lyra didn’t fight back anymore. She still had fire in her but right now that wouldn’t help. She’d rather save it.

When she was safely typed up Adam climbed out of the basin and went to the railing he fixed the chain on.

Lyra still a bit dazzled from a few punches to her head tried to think straight as she was suddenly yanked up. For one terrifying second her feet lost touch with the floor and her shoulders roared up in pain. Then she could blessedly feel the tiny tiles of the pool floor again. Standing on her tiptoes, with her arms stretched and pulled upwards by the chain she gritted her teeth, gaze finally locking onto Adam standing up on the edge of the pool. He was smirking down at her, of course he was, he always is, bastard!

“You will stay here for a while, and if you’ve had enough, you just let me know. I have this-pulls out a tiny walkie-taky-shaped thing out of a bag-baby phone so you can always contact me if you feel like it. I will also regularly check in with you, to make it easier for you. Don’t worry.”

“Do you even hear yourself!?”, Lyra asked enraged. Trying to ignore the blood still dripping down her face.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Ugh…Well I hope you have time then. I won’t budge.”

“Yeah sure.”, Adam replied sarcastically. Then he turned around and left the swim hall.”

“Oh by the way Adam!”, Lyra called after him.

He stopped in his tracks, but only turned back his head. His captives’ face was dead serious. “Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”, she stated.

Adam just glared grimly and left.

---

Lyra was starting to hear the air shift. At least that’s what she believed by now. She had long given up on counting the ticks of the clock. Especially since Adam had checked in one or twice only to completely disorient her on how much time had passed. Lyra exhaled forcefully and unclenched her jaw. With that gone the pain in her whole body seemed to intensify by a thousand. Just ignore it, come on, as always, you have a high pain tolerance. Can’t give him the satisfaction.

At that thought she heard a crackling from that damn baby-phone. She turned her head towards it, rolling her eyes. “Speak of the devil.”

“Aww, were you thinking about me?”, Adam’s gleeful voice sounded through the device.

“Only about how I’m gonna kill you.”

“You seem kinda tense, you wanna lay down and take a short break or something?”

Lyra just hissed at him and looked away.

“Alright, have it your way, Ballerina.” And with that the crackling died, leaving Lyra alone with the pain she so sought to ignore.

For the next few minutes-hours-who knows she tried to remember every little thing about every topic she ever enjoyed learning. But the cramps were making it harder and harder to focus. So often her train of thought got derailed and she had to bite her teeth together and hold out the new wave of pain until she got back control.

---

After she couldn’t think of any more lore to that one cartoon she saw a long while ago her mind blanked. There was no more distraction material left. And to Lyra’s horror a chocked sound between a whimper and a groan escaped from deep in her throat. Her head, that had long fallen down, the blood long dried, snapped up, her eyes locking on to the baby-phone.

“Oh yes. I heard that”, Adam’s triumphant voice answered the panic flaring up in her.

“You didn’t hear shit!”, Lyra yelled back but it again sounded chocked. She only heard Adam chuckle as a response and the crackling died again.

After a few moments the curtain was moved to the side, gently, and Adam appeared. He sat down at the edge of the pool and then swung himself into the basin.

Lyra watched him approach, there wasn’t much more she could do. Once he was close to her she mustered up enough salvia to spit on the tiles right before her ex-friend.

Adam raised his eyebrows, looked like he wanted to comment something but then apparently decided against it. Instead he raised his arm and gently cupped the girl’s cheek. When she spasmed away he put his second hand on the other side of her face. Careful not to open the wound again, not now anyway. “Come on, you must be in horrid pain.”, he said gently, “If you come down now you won’t suffer from that bad of an afterpain. And we can relax a bit. What would you say to Ramen and Harry Potter? You can even choose which one.”

Lyra’s face was first filled with a burning fire of hatred and pride, later there was a scent of grief mixed into it.

“Unfortunately I have to decline. Asshole.”, she spit out. Even if less fire-y than before.

“Okay”, Adam moved his left hand to stroke her hair as he talked, “just know, if you change your mind you can always let me know.”

Lyra scoffed, held her head up high, even if the muscles were trembling and grinned at him. “Get it silly boy, this won’t work.”

“Oh Lyra…It already is.” And with that he gave her a little swing that drew an involuntary wince and left.

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Lyra had been repeating her own rules over and over. Back and forth and left to right. She couldn’t fail. Not again. But her brain got slower and slower until at some point she started falling asleep. And eventually her consciousness slipped away completely. Her dreams only brough slight relief though as they were filled with running, falling, lights and shadow figures. Right when she thought she escaped the shadow figures she got awoken by sharp pain exploding in her body. A scream ripped from her throat with eyes flying open. Looking directly at Adam’s sadistic joy.

He removed the taser from her torso and her body fell down again. She hadn’t even noticed that it convulsed but now her arms were in even more pain from the harsh movements. With effort she held back tears as she looked at Adam.

“That. Was beautiful Darling!”

Lyra just stared at him, for a moment taken off guard by the absolute twisted joy painted into her opposite’s mimic.

Adam’s drank in her heavy breathing for another second then he in a matter of seconds calmed down and shifted his expression to one more gentle and caring. “It’s not sleepy time yet, dear”

Lyra bit back her rage at him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. And since she couldn’t muster up any other reaction that rage she simply ignored him.

Adams sighed, stepped back, and started walking back. When he turned around he mumbled, just about audible for Lyra: “You’re gonna harm yourself more than me.”

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This had gone on forever. She was hanging here, when she fell asleep he was quick to come and taser her awake again. Her stomach was empty and hurting, her throat had been forcefully given the bare minimum of hydration by Adam. The silence screaming in her ears and exhaustion settling deep in her. She was so exhausted. Every time she made a mistake, every time she even if only slightly gave into Adam’s charade she made a point to double her game the next time. But she was getting fucking tired. Even now she was nearly asleep again, even if she was scared of getting shocked again. But she just didn’t have the strength. Her head jerked up with the new shock but this one was over as soon as it started. Her body dropped and fire erupted in her numbed arms. By now they felt like they were internally bleeding.

Adam helped her lift her head and looked at her.

Since he wasn’t saying anything Lyra took the word: “How…How long…?”

“How long what, Lyra?”, Adam asked gently.

“How…long have I…b-been here?”

“Nine days.”

Nine days. Nine. That’s enough, right? I made my point, right? Nine days is pretty good. I can still do better next time. I just need a break. It’s not giving up, right? I’m not…breaking. “Let me down…Please…”

Adam’s muscles were working overtime to hide how overjoyed he was. “I would love to. But you need to ask me the right way.”

A tiny whimper escaped Lyra’s throat and her gaze drifted off. When she looked back at Adam it was with pleading eyes. As that did nothing, she took a shuddering breath and spoke again: “Please…Please Adam. Let me down, I can’t anymore. Please…”

Adam stroked her sweaty hair. “One more thing, then I will let you down and make you feel better. Just one more thing, come on.”, he nudged her.

A single tear rolled over Lyra’s cheek as she whispered: “Let me down, please, I’m begging you.”

Adam wiped away the tear on her cheek, pulled out a knife and cut her arms free of the rope. She surely would have crumbled together on the floor if he hadn’t put his arm around her waist. “Careful now, careful.” He warned her.

-Lyra knew she hated this, and him but she was so tired. So just for now…-

“Otherwise it’ll hurt too much. Carefully he lowered her to the ground until she was sitting. Then he very slowly helped her lower her arms and held her as she silently cried and shook in pain.

When her fingers finally touched the ground again and the pain was back to normal she was ready to just pass out.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, Lyra.”, Adam intervened, “Let’s first get you somewhere more comfortable. Then you can get some sleep, and afterwards let’s get some soup and a movie, hm.”

Lyra only managed a nod but still, against her will, her eyes fell closed and she didn’t have the strength to keep them open anymore.

Adam sighed, then wiggled his arms under Lyra’s arms and legs and picked her up. With her in his arms he climbed out of the basin and walked behind the curtain of the boy’s changing rooms and showers. There he makes some space on the mattresses he has spread out on the floor and lays Lyra on them. Then he threw the blanket over her and turned off the lights. He left the room to make soup and to in peace feel his triumph.

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[bloodsweatandpotato]

Day 2

Car accident, “Dont move. You’ll be okay.”

Fandom: original work (chocolate bullet holes)

Characters: Listener (oc), Whisper (oc)

Tw: Motorcycle/car accident

Summary: Listener rides a motorcycle. That motorcycle gets hit by a car.

Listener hurt all over.

“Dont move. Don’t move. You’ll be okay.” Whisper’s voice drifted into his ears.

He blinked, grimacing as feeling slowly returned to his body. He was on his back on the hard ground.

Listener frowned. “Ow.”

“Jesus-! J- yeah. Ow. Yeah.” A shaky, breathless exhale of a laugh, and Whisper was roughly patting down Listener’s chest, arms, legs. His touch was searching, poking into the other man’s joints and feeling at the bone, squeezing his muscles.

Pinricks of pain shot through Listener as tiny flecks of gravel dug into his skin.

It was over fast, and Whisper sat back where he was crouched on his heels.

Listener dully realized that the world seemed darker than usual. Darker, and marred with scuffs and dust. Oh.

“I’m wearing a helmet.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I take it off?”

“No. No, you need to keep it on until the ambulance gets here.” Whisper caught his hands, as if worried Listener would attempt to remove the helmet himself. “You could’ve hurt your neck.”

“What happened?”

“You crashed. Your- god- you totaled it, Listener! Absolutely totaled it. That idiot- he didn't even stop. I'm gonna did him, yeah? I'm gonna find him. Think I remember his license plate.”

Listener closed his eyes.

“Just… Don’t move. You’re gonna be okay.”

[bright-thehawksflight]

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AI-Less Whumptober Day 2: Insomnia

Prompt: Insomnia

Fandom: Cyrano de Bergerac

Summary: Henry Le Bret can’t sleep. It is a well-established fact that has long since stopped being new, but not yet stopped being bothersome. There is a siege on, though at this point the devil knows who’s besieging whom, and there’s blood and smoke and cannons booming all around him, and he’s hungry and tired and wants nothing more than to dream it all away for a little while. But he can't. Not yet. Not until he comes back safe.