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Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You 12k
Eddie changed lanes, prepared to head back to the station, when Buck's phone started ringing. "Oh, it's probably Maddie," Buck said, taking his phone from his pocket. "I already told her I'd have to-" he frowned at the screen- "oh?â "What's the matter?" Eddie asked. "Um... You remember that bracelet I bought Taylor?" Buck asked. Unfortunately, Eddie did. That Christmas was memorable... for all the wrong reasons. (Including, but not limited to, the presence of one red headed demon.) "Yeah. Why?" "It's been set off," he said, tilting his head like a confused puppy.
Bad Things Happen Bingo: Distress Call
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#911#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#fanfic#911 abc#my writing#bad things happen bingo#distress call#taylor kelly#whump#eddie diaz whump#evan buckley whump#9-1-1#fanfiction#badthingshappenbingo#bthb#2 fics in 2 days...#oh well
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hmm, gonna write some ghost and guardian angst
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iâll bandage up your body and your bones and your bad days too | 5.6k, teen
fill for @badthingshappenbingoâkick them while they are down
âHey, pretty boy,â he says, softly, and reaches in to wipe off a stray tear and drip of snot. Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs, thick and nasty, because he knows heâs not pretty right now, red-faced and wild-eyed and wet with tears, wet with snot and spit and sweat and all sorts of other things, but Buck really, truly, thinks so. He wouldnât say it if he didnât. âHi.â Buckâs smile widens. âWanna scoot over and let me in?â he asks, ducking down so he can meet Eddieâs eyes. Eddie nods and scrambles to move, sliding over just enough for Buck to squeeze in and then slumping against his wide chest. Buck shuts the door, wraps his arm around Eddieâs shoulders, and kisses his forehead. He smells like smoke and Henâs fruity lotion. âYouâre burning up, baby.â Eddie nods, hiccups, and says nothing. Buck brings his other arm around to hold Eddie closer, tighter. âYou said you were feeling better,â he says, whispery-soft, as he combs Eddieâs damp hair off his forehead. âWhyâd you lie to me?â âI didnât want you to worry.â âWhy do you think Iâd worry?â ââCause Iâm having a bad day,â Eddie answers, shrugging, and nestles in further, like he can crawl inside Buckâs body and spread himself out along Buckâs bones, where heâs warm and wet and welcome, forever and always. ââCause I have a cold and everything hurts and nothing feels good exceptâexcept this. Except you.â The tension in Eddieâs body sweeps out as quick as it came, leaving him boneless and unsecured and held in Buckâs arms, against Buckâs big chest and even bigger heart where he belongs, where he was born to be. Itâs the one place thatâs his and nobody elseâs, ever again. A tear falls, hot like fire, and he snuffles, wiping his face across Buckâs t-shirt.
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#this thing got away from me and it's all because the temps dropped low in oklahoma from 2 days straight of#stupid rain that flooded a few roads and left my feet wet and my bones cold#and all i wanted was hot chocolate and warm fuzzy socks AND ALL I GOT WAS A STUFFY NOSE AND AN EAR ACHE#anyway#buddie#buddie fic#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911#911 fic#badthingshappenbingo#bthb fics#my fics
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CONTEMPLATES IT
#gav gab#gav plays bthb#rape ment#abuse ment#HM....... MUCH 2 CONSIDER#this was so much easier when the blorbos i was rotating had like#a secret agent job basically slkdfjs#way easier to whump XD
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For those keeping track at home, I am, in fact, making progress on my Bad Things Bingo prompts. I'm just a bit of a slow writer, lol.
So far, I've received a grand total of 2 prompts from 4 different people (luckily, all the same fandom, so I can combine the specifics).
Words written so far:
Prompt 1: 495
Prompt 2: 4,221
You can see which prompt is currently speaking to me more đ They're both really good, though.
Please feel free to send in more prompts! Just not "Claustrophobia" or "Doesn't Know They've Been Injured;" I've got those covered. I'll put the bingo card itself under the cut.
#original post#bad things happen bingo#bthb card#ask me#I'm nearing the home stretch of prompt 2#plus it'll need some polishing up#prompt 1 has the beginning of a beginning and a beginning of a middle#so it has a bit of a ways to go but I've got high hopes#for middle at least#gotta play with the beginning a bit more I think
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i've been so busy with college work but i wanna get back into writing so bad đđ
#personal#i have an essay thats beating me 2 death rn#ive got like half a chap of itws done and started on a bthb fill#i wanna finish something so bad lol
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Rules & FAQ
Rules
The works have to feature Hen Wilson from 9-1-1 prominently; this is her week, after all a. Works that contain Hen Wilson bashing specifically will not be reblogged or allowed on the AO3 collection
Don't be rude. If you don't like someone's work, back away, say nothing at all, and maybe click on something else you might enjoy more
Tag your works properly (ratings, warnings, etc.)
Mention the day and prompt on your post when sharing your work
If you're posting on Tumblr, tag us (@henwilsonweek) and use the tag #henwilsonweek2025
AI creations are not allowed
FAQ
What kind of works are accepted?
Anything! Gifs, fanfiction, fanart, videos, moodboards â everything is allowed as long as it's 1) Hen-centric; 2) doesn't bash Hen's character; 3) wasn't created through the use of AI
When should the works be posted?
Hen Wilson Week 2025 will run from the 10th to the 16th of February, with different prompts for each day (to be posted soon). Ideally, you'd post on the day of the prompt you're creating for, but I'm aware real life sometimes gets in the way (this post, for example, was supposed to be done two weeks ago; oops). I'll accept late works up to a month after Hen Week is over; just make sure to write what prompt you're creating for + the day it was due when you share it for classification purposes
Is there a minimum length required for this event?
Not at all! No minimum or maximum required!
Will there be an AO3 collection?
Yes, absolutely. You can find it here. It will open on the 8th or 9th of February so you can start drafting on AO3 then if needed.
Do I have to post on AO3 or add my works to the AO3 collection?
Not at all! Not if you don't want to. That's entirely up to you. That being said, here on Tumblr, we will only be able to reblog works shared on Tumblr that have @ us or that have tagged their posts with #HenWilsonWeek2025
Will the collection ever be closed or marked unrevealed/private?
The collection will close a month after Hen Week 2025 is over, but the works will not be unrevealed/private; the works will remain visible for anyone to access
Can I combine a prompt for this with a different event (911 Bingo, BTHB, etc.)?
As long as the other event allows it, and your work meets their requirements too, then of course!
If you have any other questions, feel free to message us/send an ask!
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Weekly Recap | June 24th-30th 2024
Happy Canada Day to all my fellow Canadians! Here comes a more reasonable weekly recap compared to last week :P
Complete
see the stars with my morning eyes by trippedandfell/ @trippedandfell (Teacher Buck AU | 3K | Teen): âSo,â Buck announces, sitting down between Hen and Chimney at the concessions stand. âI think Eddieâs trying to get me to sleep with him and his fiancĂ©e.â or: Eddie calls Lucy his partner. Buck extrapolates.
kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Post-S7, Getting Together | 3K | Mature): After months of clawing at the ground and scraping through the mud of his memories of his relationship with Shannon, his childhood and a whole bunch of religious guilt, Eddie had finally accepted the truth about his marriage and himself. Heâs queer. His sexuality isnât the only thing heâs discovered though. Eddie Diaz is queer and he is in love with Evan Buckley.
Being Selfish by Inell/ @inell (Post-7x10: All Fall Down, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Itâs been a little more than six weeks since Eddieâs life became a chaotic mess. Luckily, heâs had Buckâs support and constant presence to help him get through it.
in the rough draft, [s]he loved you by iinryer/ @iinryer (S5, Outsider POV | 5K | General): during the flight home to LA after ramon's retirement party, eddie tries to write down some things he wants to say to buck
wrap your arms around me, baby boy by marviless/ @marviless (Getting Together | 6K | Teen): in which buck pretends to be asleep and overhears something he shouldn't.
đ„ iâve seen a couple suns that set forever by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Christopher POV | 7K | General): Freshly home from Texas and faced with the prospect of his dad's feelings for Buck, Christopher's abandonment issues surface. A conversation with Bobby, and realizing the parallels between Buck's relationship with Bobby, and his relationship with Buck, gives Chris the perspective he needs.
i'll be the north star that takes you home by marviless/ @marviless (Post-S7, Getting Together | 8K | General): eddie is moving back to el paso for the summer.
Just to Chase the Pain Away by UnderwaterNinja/ @underwaterninja13 (BTHB: Public Humiliation, BDSM, Subdrop | 11K | Explicit): Buck makes the poor decision to go to a kink club to deal with his emotions. After he's left with no aftercare, someone comes to his rescue.
Firehouse Baby by Nejinee/ @nejineeee (S2-S7, Getting Together | 21K | Explicit): One day, Eddie put his hand on Buckâs thigh and Buck hasnât stopped thinking about it since.
đ„ something touched me (like a knife-blade) by kithmet/ @kithmet (Alternate S7 Finale, Getting Together | 42K | Explicit): Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buckâwhose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommyâs there too. He thinks.)
đ„ Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 50K | Explicit): Once, Eddie chose to save a newly turned against his better judgment. Five hundred years ago, Buck was saved by a rescuer he thought was a hallucination. Now they're together again and about to find out just how far either of them will go to try and deny what they are to each other.
đ„ Descendants of Cyrano by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (~S7, Dungeons&Dragons, Getting Together | 55K | Explicit): People have their characters romance each other all the time while playing Dungeons & Dragons. There's deep meaningful monologues and sometimes some crying. It's normal. "Normal" is definitely not the word for whatever Buck and Eddie are inflicting on the rest of the 118.
WIP
đ„ If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 2/5 | 5K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)
Podfics
[podfic] but it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight/ @aro-of-artemis (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 20-30min | Teen): Buck has a nightmare about Eddie dying, but he also has a key to Eddie's house.
Re-Read
Like a Sack of Bricks by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Feelings Realization | 2K | Teen): One word from Christopher, and Eddie's realizing he's made a serious miscalculation about his best friend.
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Fandom:Â Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters: Leo, everyone else
Square:Â Truth Potion/Serum
Warnings: Angst. So much angst.
Notes I went a little off book from what this trope usually looks like and it really ended up being more like a different prompt on the big BTHB list (don't want to say what for spoilers), but it IS the idea I got thinking about this square and it is a lot about honesty so... hopefully that's fine haha.
It got super long so I just put it straight on AO3. Here's a link! I do plan to do a chapter 2 to this eventually so Leo can get some comfort after all this hurt.
@badthingshappenbingo
#bad things happen bingo#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#truth potion/serum
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if you are a REAL ENGENE read this until the end, it's long but so so important!!!
I need Engenes to start supporting enhypen the same way they do with us, and I'm being serious.
I warn you that there will probably be some spelling mistakes because English is not my first language, but honestly at this moment I don't give a damn about that I just hope you understand what I have to say.
I'm so tired of seeing other fandoms talking bullshit about the boys, and dragging the group and members at every opportunity. This is not the first, the second, third and definitely won't be the last one. I'm not saying for us to be like them but for us to start being better, and not in a way that they talk shit about enhypen and we just let it happen without saying a word but in a way that they talk shit and we show the results!!!
WE ENGENES are the ones who make them break records, WE ENGENES are the people who should support them on this path, WE ENGENES are the people responsible for voting and streaming their music and honestly we are not doing this well. Romance : Untold was a perfect album, and Sunghoon said he expected to get 3 wins with this album; instead we only got one. and sometimes it feels like it was purely luck. we had a goal for the XO mv to have 40M views on the first month, now 3 months have passed and we are still at 33M. XO and BTHB had the chance to trend on tiktok and we let it pass. How do you expect Enhypen to be known? Honestly Belift doesn't promote them too much, and in the few times that it happens y'all let it pass and act like it didn't happen. So the only ones who can ACTUALLY promote the group are us engenes.
The ones on Tik Tok are useless, most of them don't vote, don't stream, don't watch mvs, are only there for interactions and comment "who's your bias??" at every video. The ones on Twitter are fighting with each other all the time. The few on Tumblr are only here for fanfics. And not to mention the fake engenes that are LITERALLY telling us to boycott the group which is honestly the worst thing we can do for them!!!!
So please, all I'm asking is for y'all started acting as a FANDOM. we need to unite, connect, whatever, to help the boys to grow. Can we please do this???
ENHYPEN already warned us that next year's schedule will be super busy, that means they already know their plans and have accepted the challenge. We should match their pace in terms of working hard all year. ENGENEs I ask you, are you ready?
let's support them with whatever we can and I ask all the Engenes to kindly stream we need to go on a steaming lockdown. Every Engene who come across this comment kindly stream to their fullest, collect rewards for music shows, Stream music videos etc.
But let's not start it next year, let's do it NOW!!! as we know enhypen will probably have a comeback in November so download higher, all charts, idol champ, mubeat, mnet plus, upick and star collecting for the voting, you don't need to download all of them just one or two is already good enough to help. Just download the app, do your attendance, watch some ads, and when the voting stars just vote for enhypen, simple like that. We have one month to collect so when it starts we're ready.
ENHYPEN has a chance to take AOTY to this year's MAMA, we urgently need to increase streams in romance:untold, listen to the album as much as possible, let's give them this award, please!!! Moonstruck is kinda trending on tiktok right now so let's keep it that way post videos with the songs, do edits, dance challenges etc
and also, enhypen is the only bg of the 4th generation to have four songs with 300M on spotify and I know in the future there will be many more, but right now we need to make given-taken have 200M on Spotify so here are some playlists for Romance Untold and Given-Taken
R:U & Given-Taken 2 hours
Given-Taken to 200M
Given-Taken to 200M + XO focus
Romance Untold 8 hour stream
as Engenes we need to support our boys they not rookie's anymore they are Senior now. They have big goals in 2025 ENGENES need a mindset like ENHYPEN.. ENGENES also need a Big Goals to our boys like Deasang!!!! let's work hard
#enhypen#engenes#enhypen comeback#enhypen comfort#enhypen crack#enhypen jungwon#yang jungwon#lee heeseung#enhypen heeseung#enhypen park jongseong#park jongseong#enhypen jay#shim jake#shim jaeyun#sim jaeyun#enhypen jake#enhypen jongseong#enhypen park sunghoon#park sunghoon#enhypen kim sunoo#kim sunoo#ni ki#enhypen nishimura riki#enhypen niki#jaywon#heejake#sunsun#wonki#sunki#jayhoon
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Gonna do some Destiny BTHB One Shots!
Feel free to request a character, and a prompt if you'd like!
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tagged by @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, and @honestlydarkprincess <3
i have 8000 wips and iâm making lots of leeway on all of them, but i canât decide which bthb fic to focus on next so⊠help me choose
iâm putting eddie through all the shit it seems,,, anyway heâll be fine
no pressure tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @diazblunt, @disasterbuckdiaz, @eddiediaztho, @thewolvesof1998, @shitouttabuck, and whoever else <3
#the wips in question are:#wildfire fic where buddie go to oklahoma and eddieâs a filthy motherfucker who canât get enough of buckâs cock#a long way from your heart where eddie goes to texas bc his dadâs dying and buck follows him TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH#oklahoma where eddie and buck try to date marisol and natalia and it just doesnât work#5+1(+1) where eddie doesnât use his words EVER#eddie diaz vs the hoa where eddie doesnât know heâs in love with buck and accidentally waged a war with the hoa#BUT I KNOW WHICH ONE WOULD WIN THERE OKAY#or maybe i know the 2#but i donât know whatâd win for bthb so here we are#tag games
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wip poll game
thank you for the tag @two-birds-alone-together!
Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (Itâs fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.
okay well i have too many wips it actually won't let me list them all so this was like sophie's choice to make but here you go
tagging @renegadeknight @becomethesun @mote-of-star-dust @howtotrainyourdoofus and anyone else who wants to play
#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#wip poll game#ask me about my wips#this is maybe 1/3 of them#and every time i think i'm making progress a new one pops up#the last of us#fanfic struggles#fanfic life#ao3 author
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Make Me Write!
Another week, another time to procrastinate đ. These games have really been helping me out, so I'm doing it again! (Sorry if this is driving y'all nuts)
Rules: send me an emoji corresponding to the wip and I'll write three sentences per emoji and share some of what I write.
đĄ communication fight
đ©” Tanis' fic
đ part 2 of I'll Catch You
đ«” doppelganger fic
đ» Danger Prone Diaz + Chim
đ€ Danger Prone Diaz plays detective
đȘ Severed Artery (I will cross this one off this time... Hopefully)
đ 7x04 time loop
đ clipboard Buck fic (this one too!)
đ„ the arson fic
đ Buckfidelity fic
đ¶âđ«ïž A new BTHB fic
(tagging some beloveds under the cut. As always please let me know if you want to be added/ removed):
@lover-of-mine @tizniz @loveyouanyway @daffi-990 @kitteneddiediaz
@ronordmann @steadfastsaturnsrings @inell @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus
@thekristen999 @monsterrae1 @diazheartsbuckley @wildlife4life @misshiss727
@rainbow-nerdss @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @lunarspark-cos @idealuk @shipperqueen6 @slowlyfoggydestiny @eddiesfagstache
@lin27 @jshadow01 @orangeboxfox92 @thegeekcompanion @emilybahu @lemotmo @awolfnamed-nyx
@kaseysgirl86-blog @darkrose6578 @totallynotagoraphobic @dandelioncasey @bibuckbuckgoose @whatsgoodinthehood22
@lady-elaine @buckley-diaz-rules @buddiedaydreamer911 @monroemary @pirate-hunter @snowviolettwhite @hermoineindisguise @tidesreach
@nonspeakingkiku @eddiedisasterdiaz @drunkandsupportiveeddie @epicbuddieficrecs @disasterbuck
@gnoeltop @keynb @cassi-brooks @-syrup-sue @punkrock00 @shannonhutchins @aroqueerfandoms @unlifeira @marissaleec @kissyboytroye
@lyricfulloflight @charlzie-ghost @hypersensitivitywitch @kindlingtotheflames @wallywise @zerokrox-blog
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Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Whumptober Day 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.â
Whumptober Day 2: TRUST ISSUES | Amusement Park | Role Reversal | âYou got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.â
Whumptober Day 9: OBSESSION | Broken Window | Bruises | âFrame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.â
Whumptober Day 18: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | âI see what's mine and take it.â
Whumptober Prompts List | Masterpost
Bad Things Happen Bingo: Tranquilizer Dart
Fandom: Original Work
Words: 4000
Tag List: @badthingshappenbingo @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion
@scaewolf @the-ellia-west
CW: 2nd person POV, running, attempted escape, tranquilizer dart, failed escape, amnesisa, noncon drugging, carewhumper, deception, panic, knife, needles, blood, threats, broken glass, drowning, bad ending
A/N: It's only day 1 and I'm already combining prompts like the madwoman I am. This is based on a dream I had at the beginning of September, and believe me when I say all four of these days PLUS the BTHB all apply.
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You are running for your life.
You hear shouts some distance behind you as you sprint through the woods, hands held protectively in front of your face as pine branches whip past you, striking any exposed skin with a harsh sting. You can only hope that the branches that slow you down also slow down your pursuers, and you seem to be right, the shouts are getting quieter.
You had a good head start, you think. Before you started running, things were kind of a blur. But thatâs why you had to run. Right?
It doesnât matter. Youâre running for your life, your bare feet pounding against the pine-needle-covered ground, enduring torture from the branches you push through. Your calf muscles are beginning to ache, and you have stitches on both sides, but you keep running.
Running is better than being caught. Youâre not sure why that is, but you know that with absolute certainty. And that certainty is what keeps you running.
So you run.
And run.
And run.
Andâ
You burst free from the thicket of pines into some sort of clearing covered in dead, dry branches, perhaps from a storm long ago. Glancing up, you glimpse the sky through the gap in the trees, and hope swells within you. No longer hindered by the trees you just forced yourself through, you put on more speed, dodging around the graveyard of branches.
Pain erupts in your thigh.
You stumble, looking down to find a feathered dart sticking out of your leg. Not daring to glance back, you yank it out and keep running, nearly to the far side of the clearing.
But the damage has already been done.
The world blurs before your eyes, and the ground seems to vanish beneath your feet. You crash to the ground, pain tearing through your hands, arms, and back.
You landed on one of the dead branches. The delicate twigs must be sharper than you realized. Lethargically, you raise one of your hands to your face, but the world is still too blurredâor your eyes are still too unfocusedâto make out anything but a vague red splotch among the brown and gray and green. Your hand falls.
Dead pine needles crunch as someone approaches. You try to turn your head, but it doesnât move. A shadow falls over you, and you barely see a dark silhouette at the edge of your vision.
No.
Someoneâs hands appear, supporting your neck and legs.
No.
The hands lift you up, away from the branch, away from the ground.
âNononoâŠ.â you mumble, trying to move, trying to get away.
You do not move. You do not get away.
âItâs okay, I got you,â a voice says.
You do not recognize the voice.
âYouâre safe now.â
You are not safe.
âYou must be so tired from all that running.â
The voice speaks the truth.
âRest now. Iâll keep you safe.â
You canât rest.
But your traitorous body thinks otherwise. Your eyelids slide closed, and the entire world spins around you as the voice begins to carry you away. You donât know where.
You donât want to go with them.
But as the drug contained in the dart pulls you under, you find you donât have the energy to care anymore.
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â...how farâŠâ
âNo⊠last timeâŠ.â
â...thicketâŠ?â
âHa! That didnât⊠a bitâŠ.â
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You open your eyes, and you are not alone.
You lay on your back in the softest bed you ever recall sleeping in, a plush pillow beneath your head and a warm blanket over your body. The ceiling is dark paneled wood, and the walls are decorated with faded wallpaper patterned with flowers.
An armchair has been pulled up next to your bed, and a man sits in it, reading a book whose title you cannot make out. He glances up as you turn your head, and smiles.
âHello,â he says gently, ïżœïżœïżœhow are you feeling?â
You stare at him for a moment, thinking. Now that your attention is drawn to it, you are aware of bandages wrapped around your hands and forearms. You raise your hands, feeling a strange sense of deja vu, but nothing about them seems out of the ordinary aside from the white cloth wrapped around your palms. Flexing your fingers causes a slight twinge of discomfort, not quite pain but not nothing, either.
âWhat happened?â You try to ask, but your voice catches. You clear your throat and try again.
âYou had quite the fall in the woods,â the man explains, closing his book and setting it on the nightstand beside your bed. A cup of clear liquid sits next to it, and he hands it to you. âHere, drink.â
When you hesitate, he smiles patiently. âItâs just water.â
The water has a faint metallic aftertaste, but thatâs not unusual. You think. Perhaps itâs well water.
âYou can call me Theron,â the man says as you sip at the water. âI found you semiconscious in the woods near my house. Your arms and hands were pretty scratched up, and I thought you just had a mild concussion until you passed out and wouldnât wake up.â
âOhâŠâ you mumble, frowning. You donât remember any of that. You remember⊠uh⊠that⊠you remember running. And falling. But now youâre not sure.
âWhatâs your name?â
You open your mouth to answer confidently, but the words die on your lips as you realize that no, you donât know your own name. Your hands begin to tremble, and Theron quickly takes the cup from you and sets it back on the nightstand. âIâŠâ you stammer, âIâm sorry⊠I donât remember⊠I donâtâŠ.â
âHey,â Theron says gently, taking your hands in his own, âthatâs okay. Iâm sure itâll come back to you soon. I donât suppose you know why you were in the woods?â
âIâŠâ you begin hesitantly, now half-convinced that the blurry memories of running and falling might just have been dreams, âI think⊠I think I was running. And I tripped⊠I think. But no⊠I donât know why I was running.â
âIâm sure you had a reason,â Theron encourages, âjust give it time, youâre still healing. Youâre probably hungry, so how about we get some food from the kitchen? Do you feel up to coming with me?â
You think for a moment, gauging how well your body would react to standing up and walking. You're not dizzy or anything, maybe a little light-headed, but considering what Theron said it made sense. Your hands and arms with their aching sort of discomfort, but otherwise you think you feel okay. "I think so."
Theron nods and rises from his chair, holding out a hand to you. You push back the blankets covering you to discover that you're wearing clothes that are comfortable but don't seem like the kind of thing you'd typically wear. Soft, flowing garments of a muted green color. As Theron helps you to your feet, you can't help but think that while the clothes are comfortable, something about them feels slightly off to you.
"Is everything all right?"
You realize your confusion mixed with a vague sense of disgust must be showing on your face. "Yeah," you lie, "just a little light-headed. I'm okay now."
An emotion quickly crosses his face, gone so quickly you don't have time to place it. But he immediately accepts your explanation, leading you to the door. "Let me know if you need to rest. The kitchen isn't far."
"Okay."
Theron opens the door and moves out into the hallway, and your breath catches in your throat, along with the realization that this isn't simply a house. It is a full-on manor. The carpet on the floors is a deep burgundy, and while the walls are simple dark wooden panels, they are adorned with paintings and lined with small tables with sculptures and decorative china and lamps resting upon them. Massive windows allow natural light to illuminate the hallway, revealing a thick forest beyond the walls of the manor.
The two of you are also not the only ones in the manor. You pass by three people on the way to the kitchen, two men and one woman, all dressed in uniforms colored in black and green. They all nod to you and Theron in greeting as they pass.
"My household staff," Theron explains, noticing the way you stare. "It's a lot of work for one person to run a place this size."
"How many are there?" You ask softly, wondering if the latest passerby is still in earshot.
"No more than twenty, usually. On special occasions I hire temporary staff. Things like parties, renovations, or hunts."
You tilt your head curiously. "'Hunts'?"
"Yes. I own an extensive amount of land, roughly several square miles. I host hunts in the autumn and winter for a number of seasoned huntsmen. They're the most chaotic of the events I host, with many guests and the usual fast pace of a hunt, but I enjoy them immensely."
You contemplate his words as you enter a room that appears to be a dining room, with a heavy table in the center lined with chairs. A simple white tablecloth covers it, with a lace runner down the center. A chandelier provides the illumination, lighting the room with a warm vaguely yellow light cast from the electric bulbs. Theron leads the way past the table into a swinging door opposite the door you came in through, entering into the kitchen proper.
The kitchen is devoid of activity, dark and completely deserted. Theron flicks a light switch, and a single row of overhead lights snap to life, leaving the rest of the kitchen in darkness. The lights show a few countertops, one with a sink, several cabinets, a row of metal refrigerators, one of many stoves, and a plain table in the corner laden with a tea tray, near a door that you guess leads to a pantry. A kettle rests on the stove you can see.
Theron ushers you to one of the chairs around the small table and pulls it out for you to sit. You obey, still mulling over his earlier explanations. What was I doing on his land, if he owns 'several square miles' of it? Was I one of his hunters? If so, shouldn't he know my name?
You realize you still don't fully believe his story about a fall. Perhaps it's just the lack of headache, but something about it, something about everything rubs you the wrong way.
"How long was I unconscious?"
Theron pauses as he fills the kettle with water. He frowns in thought for a moment. "Most of the day," he finally says, turning off the faucet. He places the kettle on one of the stove burners and turns it on with a click. "Roughly sixteen hours. I found you yesterday, sometime in the evening, when I was out on a walk to clear my head before the sun went down. It's now mid-afternoon."
You nod hesitantly. That same uneasiness still curls in the pit of your stomach, almost taking away your appetite.
"We're lucky I found you when I did," he continues, crossing the kitchen and opening the nearby door. You spy rows of well-stocked shelves inside. Indeed a pantry. "We're currently in the off-season for hunting, but who knows what sorts of creatures might wander about the grounds?"
He returns with a covered basket. Setting it on the table, he returns to the stove and removes the tea kettle, steam now rising from its spout, and brings it over to the table, putting it next to the basket. Finally, he ducks back into the pantry and returns with a few small jars carefully stacked in his hands. The jars all appear to contain the exact same dried leaves.
"All right," Theron says, pulling out the chair opposite you and sitting down, "take your pick. I grabbed white tea, green tea, and herbal tea."
You slowly nod, as if you had any way of knowing which jars held which tea. Do you even like tea? After a long moment, you point to the one on the right. Theron smiles and takes it, unscrewing the top and scooping the contents into the teapot with a little teaspoon. He doesn't clarify which is which, and you don't ask.
"How are you feeling?" He asks gently, setting aside the jars of tea. "You look overwhelmed."
"A little bit," you admit, tracing a finger along the wood grain on the table. "It's just... it's a lot... and I just woke up... and I still don't remember anything...."
Theron hums in sympathy. "I can't claim to understand, but I'll do my best to make you comfortable. Just let me know what you need, okay?"
You smile uneasily. His words were intended to put you at ease, but they somehow have the opposite effect. You simply nod, unsure of how to even articulate the sense of wrongness about all this.
Theron doesn't press you any further, instead pouring tea into two small cups. A light, almost floral scent rose from the orange-colored liquid along with the steam. Perhaps you had chosen herbal? You didn't know what white tea was supposed to look like, but green tea you assumed was supposed to be, well, green. Theron pushes one of the cups towards you and removes the cloth cover from the basket, revealing an assortment of rolls and pastries.
You grab one covered in a yellow glaze and bite into it. The glaze is sweet, balanced by an almost plain flavor from the pastry. You almost expect the taste to invoke a memory, but it does not. The tea is almost too hot to taste, but you taste enough to cement that you have chosen herbal tea.
Silence settles over the kitchen as you eat, Theron nibbling at a poppyseed muffin. Your earlier apprehension and fear seem to evaporate by the time you finish the pastry and the cup of tea. You consider taking another roll, but somehow find your eyes glazing over.
"You okay?" Theron asks quietly.
You blink up at him and almost nod, but instead, you shake your head. "My head," you say in a whisper.
He pushes back his chair and stands, holding a hand out to help you up as well. Your vision tunnels as he pulls you upright. "Here," he says softly, "I'll take you back to your room so you can rest, and I'll come back when it's time for dinner. If you're feeling up to it, you can eat in the dining room. If not, I'll bring it to your room. Sounds good?"
Anything involving rest sounds good. You nod and smile, although somehow, you feel this isn't right. But the feeling quickly evaporates like the morning mist in sunlight.
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It is late at night. You slowly drift fully awake, alone in your room, and for a few moments, everything is peaceful. You are numb, and comfortable, and happy.
The peace vanishes. And everything off crashes down upon you like a tidal wave of anxiety.
You bolt into a sitting position, hands pressed against your temples as the pieces fall into place. You had fallen, yes, but not out of a tree. Theron had found you, yes, but he had not rescued you. He had retrieved you.
You were trying to escape.
You need to get out of here.
Panic racing through you like lightning strikes, you throw off your covers and get out of bed, crossing the room to the door. Your hand is on the door handle when your logical mind catches up with you. What if Theron sees you? What if one of the staff sees you?
The kitchen isn't far, you think. Your memories of the past few days are such a murky, blurry mess you aren't certain how long you've been here. But you think you can get to the kitchen, get a knife or some other weapon. And then find a way out. A door, or breaking a window would suffice. As long as you could run and get away and stay away, this time.
Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but you force yourself to pause and listen for movement outside in the hallway. Silence. Everyone is asleep. Should be asleep. Just like you should be.
You still aren't sure how you had been so docile this whole time. It seemed like every time a rebellious thought occurred, a thought of escape, it had simply vanished. Until now.
Which was why you needed to get out of here fast. Before the soothing, dreamy, terrifying calm settled back over you like a smothering blanket.
You turn the door handle slowly. It clicks softly, but in the quiet of the night, it might as well have been as loud as thunder. You freeze, handle still partly turned, and listen again. Still nothing. And it had better stay that way.
The door is silent as you ease it open. Another thing you had noticed but somehow never registered. None of the doors creaked or squeaked, the hinges were always kept well-oiled and straightened. Was that a preference, or protocol?
It doesn't matter.
Silence envelopes the hallway. You tread carefully, bare feet padding on the soft carpet, marveling at just how dark the manor can get. Every shadow that could hide a potential threat also hides you. The moonlight shining through the windows is the only thing lighting your path, filtered through dark gray clouds.
You stare out the window. You have been here before, in this very spot, staring at this very sight. Adrenaline floods through you at the thought, and you shake your head and move on. Kitchen. Quickly.
The dining room is pitch black, but the light from the hallway is just enough to show a path to the opposite door. As you pass the dining table, you are struck by a hazy memory of dining there with Theron. The memory is clouded like the night sky, and you move on before you can dwell too much on it, flicking on the kitchen light and dashing to the knife block.
Your hand closes around the largest one, but before you can pull it out, someone speaks.
"Well..." Theron says casually as he seems to melt out from the shadows, twirling a slim object in his fingers, "I was wondering when you'd wake back up."
You yank the knife out of the block and point it at him. "Stay back!"
He regards you with an amused expression. "I must admit, you are quite the predictable prize. You always come here for a weapon. You always choose the same chef's knife. And you always pause at that one window. I'm sure you've noticed the familiarity, correct?"
You back away. "Enough with your damned games! I'm leaving."
Theron steps forward. The light gleams off the object in his hands. A syringe filled with a clear fluid. "You like to say that too. I must say, this repetition is getting boring. I might have to move on to more interesting prey."
He lunges, closing the distance between you so quickly you almost don't notice. He drives the syringe into your shoulder and pushes the plunger.
No! I will not succumb!
You duck backward, bringing the hand with the knife around and slashing it across Theron's chest. It tears through his shirt and cuts into his flesh, spattering blood on the ground. He staggers, staring at the blood in shock. Without thinking, you slam the knife handle into his skull, sending him to the floor.
Theron groans and tries to rise. A grim satisfaction settles over you as you yank the syringe out of your shoulder and cast it aside. Your head's already swimming, but you won't give in. Can't give in.
You flee back through the dining room. The nearest window does not open, but it, like Theron's skull, is no match for the handle of your stolen knife. You strike the glass with all your strength, and it takes three before the window breaks.
One. The impact jars your entire arm, and small cracks begin to form on the surface of the glass.
Two. The cracks spiderweb across the window.
Three. The glass shatters into a hundred thousand shards, scattering across the lavish carpet and the ground outside the manor in a cascade. The knife slips out of your hand, but you don't bother to retrieve it, scrambling through the opening and hitting the ground outside with a thud. Glass digs into the soles of your feet, but you don't hesitate before breaking into a sprint.
Keep running.
Just keep running.
You try to go north, but after a few moments, you are struck with such an intense deja vu that you recoil and veer east instead.
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You are running for your life.
You hear shouts some distance behind you as you sprint through the woods, hands held protectively in front of your face as pine branches whip past you, striking any exposed skin with a harsh sting. You can only hope that the branches that slow you down also slow down your pursuers, and you seem to be right, the shouts are getting quieter.
You had a good head start, you think. Before you started running, things were kind of a blur. But thatâs why you had to run. Right?
It doesnât matter. Youâre running for your life, your bare feet pounding against the pine-needle-covered ground, enduring torture from the branches you push through. Your calf muscles are beginning to ache, your bare feet throb and sting, and you have stitches on both sides, but you keep running.
Running is better than being caught. Youâre not sure why that is, but you know that with absolute certainty. And that certainty is what keeps you running.
So you run.
And run.
And run.
Andâ
The forest abruptly ends at the shore of a fast-moving river, the water churning so violently you canât make out how deep it is. You pause at the bank, bouncing on your toes in panicked impatience as you try to gauge how wide the river is. If you can swim that far.
Drowning is better than getting caught.
You splash into the water, the riverbed at such a steep incline that you fall forward, immediately forced to swim. The river battles you at every stroke, and you are tired, your limbs ache from running, and after only moments of swimming, you know you will not make it across.
Youâre not sure why, but you are not frightened by this realization.
You are halfway across the river when complete exhaustion settles over you, making your limbs feel as if their bones are made out of solid stone and your flesh heavier than titanium. Your body stills, and you sink beneath the surface of the water, allowing its currents to pull you far, far away. Your lungs burn, not wanting to release the precious air you have left.
The world darkens around you, and you feel at peace.
Air re-enters your lungs, harsh in its vitality. You gasp, coughing and choking, expelling water with each spasm. Rough hands slam against your back, forcing the liquid out.
No.
The hands turn you over, supporting your head. Sharp pain stings your neck, and you gasp in brief recognition before your thoughts begin to muddle.
No.
The hands lift you up, away from the river, away from the ground.
âNononoâŠ.â you mumble, trying to move, trying to get away.
Your body twitches, but you do not move. You do not get away.
âItâs okay, I got you,â a voice says.
You do not recognize the voice.
âYouâre safe now.â
You are not safe.
âYou must be so tired from all that running.â
The voice speaks the truth.
âRest now. Iâll keep you safe.â
You canât rest.
But your traitorous body thinks otherwise. Your eyelids slide closed, and the entire world spins around you as the voice begins to carry you away. You donât know where.
You donât want to go with them.
But as exhaustion pulls you under, you find you donât have the energy to care anymore.
#whumptober2024#no. 1#no. 2#no. 9#no. 18#search party#trust issues#obsession#broken window#revenge#loss of identity#oc#writing#running#attempted escape#tranquilizer dart#failed escape#amnesisa#noncon drugging#carewhumper#deception#panic#knife#needles#blood#threats#broken glass#drowning#bad things happen bingo#original work
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For day 2, I'm doing a combo with prompts from days 3, 4, and 28, as well as mixing it with one of my bad things happen bingo prompts. It looks something like this:
Day 2, 3, 4, and 28 - Fox (The Clone Wars) | role reversal | wrongfully arrested | hallucination | denial || brainwashing
With one prompt from each of the days, and brainwashing being from my BTHB card. Essentially the premise is that Fox was the one to figure out the inhibitor chips, and Fives joins Rex to try to bring him back to his senses. Since the fic isn't finished yet, once again there's a snippet below the cut :}
âHeâll be alright, Rex,â Fives said quickly, and Rex was close to snapping at the arc trooper in his sudden grief, but then he noticed the small dart embedded in Foxâs neck instead of the fatal blaster wound he expected. Rex let out a heavy sigh, and resisted the urge to flinch away from Fivesâ hand gripping his shoulder, instead taking comfort in his vod being present. Even though he now knew Fox wasnât going to die from a blaster wound, he still felt a flood of sympathy and concern as Fox gasped and tried to fight against the quickly acting sedative. âSh, itâs alright. Youâre safe, brother. Gently now,â Rex muttered as he held Fox and guided him to the ground, his erratic movements reduced to quiet protests and a weak grip on Rexâs arm.
#commander fox#captain rex#arc trooper fives#the clone wars#coruscant guard#clone wars#tcw#star wars#whump
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