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What would you say was the dumbest thing you saw a guest do in Gardenview?
[đ] "Let's just say it was handled appropriately."
[đ] "He got a write up for confronting her.. I think she deserved it"
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Official Sicktember 2023 Prompt List!
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Prompts:
1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care
2. Quest for a Cure
3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"
4. Hiding an Illness
5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)
6. Sick and Injured
7. âYouâre a Jerk When Youâre Sickâ
8. Persistent Fever
9. White Coat Syndrome
10. âThe only place weâre going is to the pharmacyâ
11. Beginnerâs Guide to Faking Sick
12. Old Wives Tale
13. Anxious Stomach
14. ââI shouldnât be worried about you, but for some reason I amââ
15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place
16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD
17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion
18. âWear Your Coat, Youâll Catch a Coldâ
19. Curled Up With a Pet
20. Cramping Pain
21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"
22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames
23. Coughing Fit
24. âDid you just sneeze?â
25. Confused/Disoriented
26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis
27. Uncooperative Patient
28. âI should have stayed homeâ
29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction
30. Patient 0
Alts.
âI Could Really Use a Hug Right About Nowâ
Fuzzy Socks
Pounding Headache
Forehead Kisses
âIâm so sorryâ
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Fly by Moonlight
CW: Vaguely fantasy, hunting, possessive whumper referenced, bullet wound, guns, blood, makeshift surgery, implied dehumanization, scarring
Chapter One
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The sky above them was an explosion of stars. With her head tilted back until it tipped against the sleeping bag, providing her the barest protection from simple dirt, she could see the Milky Way itself, winding its ghostly way from one horizon to the other. It was funny, to think that she was a part of that winding, sinuous length of endless light.Â
The people who think they came from stars, she thought, must have been people who thought highly of themselves. There was nothing more incredible than this, and it seemed impossible to understand how something as amazing as stardust could coalesce into the reality of wind rushing through leaves around their campsite, the simple beauty of her own heartbeat and blood.
Alongside the universes she could imagine above her, the moon hung heavy and full. Supermoon time, it was so much larger than usual, blocking some of the stars when Anaya tried to find them.Â
The moon, she thought, felt like what it was - a piece of earth thrown into space by asteroid impact. Like a mother who loses the grip of her childâs hand, and all of history had been the story of their slow reconciliation. Or maybe of the child running, always staying just ahead of her motherâs reach.
Anaya Cross laced her fingers together behind her head, her heavy, dark hair providing as much softness as any pillow. Beside her, in another sleeping bag, her boyfriend Eden had long since fallen asleep. His heavy, soft breathing and the sight of his ash-blond hair falling over his forehead was another kind of peace. Eden only slept well in the wilderness, and Anaya never slept well at all.Â
Even if she didnât sleep much, here, she could rest by watching the stars. Her eyes traced a constellation, catching on the edge of the corona borealis and following its C-shaped swing from one end to the other.Â
Then, she heard a sound.
It was a faded sort of boom, as if someone in the park had set off a huge firework, one of those big mortar kinds Anaya had been terrified of as a child and still avoided today. She frowned, shifting uneasily and pushing herself up a little onto her elbows.
At first all she heard was the wind, the soft whispering of the leaves.
Then it happened again.
Boom.
Anaya took in a quick breath and sat up fully, head tipped to one side. This time, the sound was followed by a high-pitched squeal, almost a scream, but totally inhuman. Anayaâs breath caught, and she scrambled to push herself out of the sleeping bag, leaning on her knees over to shake Edenâs shoulder. âEden-... Eden! Wake up!â
Eden groaned, slapping ineffectually at her hand, before his eyes finally blinked slowly open. They looked fogged over, still half-asleep, but he moved to sit as Anaya popped up to standing. âWh-... whatâsit?â It was all one run-on sound, hardly language. âNaya? Whatâss⌠what timeâsit?â
âI donât know,â She answered, shifting forward slowly. Between the stars and the moon, the night around them was nearly as bright as daylight, only with a cool, almost blue tint to everything around them. âI heard something. Like a-... like a gunshot. I think. From a really fucking big gun.â
âYou heard-...â Edenâs brain was still struggling to come online. He raked a hand back through his hair, leaving it standing up in wild chunks all over his head, before he started wiggling his way out of his sleeping bag, too. He stood, scratching at his stomach underneath his ratty old t-shirt, gray sweatpants hanging low on narrow hips. âA gunshot? Here? But-â
âProtected reserve, I know. But I definitely heard it. Do you thinkâŚâ She trailed off. All she heard now was the wind, rushing through the trees. Only-... was it only the wind? Or was there a discordant note, crashing of something desperate running for its life?
Boom.
This time she could see Eden heard it too, his eyes widening. The sound was closer, louder, more immediate. Anaya and Edenâs gazes met, and then without a word spoken the two of them half-ran, half-walked as one to the edge of the clearing and away from the obviousness of their campsite. Edenâs car was parked at the camp lot a three-hour hike away, and they were deep within a part of the reserve no one was supposed to go to. It had seemed romantic, when they came here and chose this space, carefully marking their trail to ensure they could make it back. It had seemed like a way to get away from it all and really find peace, let Eden get some real sleep.
Now, though, it seemed to hit Anaya all at once that coming out here - alone, with only her boyfriend, with no one really aware of where theyâd gone other than âcampingâ - had been monumentally, impossibly stupid.
Anaya crouched down behind a tree, keeping the campsite in view. Woods like these could get you lost within a few feet of where youâd been, the trees so close together that they hid you from your own trail unless it was well-marked. Eden moved to be just slightly in front of her, shielding her a little.
Not that it would matter against a gun that could make a sound like that.
âPoacher?â She whispered.Â
âProbably,â He whispered back. Now the crashing seemed close, and Edenâs body was warm against hers even as both of them were shivering. âBut what is there even to hunt here? You can find deer anywhere in this stupid state, you donât need-â
The answer to his question came flying out of the woods in front of them.
A huge wolf that somehow still looked half-grown and spindly, with too-long legs and giant paws, flashed through their campsite in a reddish-gray gleam lit by moonlight. Until it tripped over Anayaâs cooler full of beer and went tumbling, high-pitched whimpers and whines filling the air. Anaya jerked forward when she realized the cooler now had a red smear along the white lid, but Eden grabbed her arm to pull her back out of sight.Â
âItâs bleeding!â Anaya hissed. âThat poacher shot it! We should go help!â
Edenâs grip only tightened. âItâs not a dog,â He hissed back. âItâll just attack you. Not to mention the poacher will shoot you, too. Just stay here, Naya!â
The wolf stood on shaking legs, a low soft whine in its throat. The light of the moon seemed to turn the tips of its red fur to silver, reflected in its strangely human-looking eyes. Anaya blinked at the sight of scarring around its snout, like something had been wrapped there at some point until it dug in. It limped to the edge of the clearing, tumbling hard to one side before righting itself. Blood streamed from one back leg, clumping the fur and leaving a dark stain.Â
The wolfâs tongue hung from its mouth and it panted heavily even as it tried to lick at the blood and the wound beneath it, ears pricked and moving constantly. Its tail was tucked between its legs. Its nose went to the ground, picking up the scents of Anaya and Eden probably, and Anaya shivered when it growled.
The low rumble was more frightening than the sound of the gun.
At least the gunshots hadnât been about her.
After a long pause, the wolfâs growl ended. It did what Anaya could only call taking a deep breath to steady itself, and then limped heavily away, out of the clearing in the general direction of the main hiking trails where Anaya and Eden had started their hike out here. Its nose stayed low, and Anaya heard Eden let out a breath in a rush once it was out of sight.
âUh⌠what do we do now-â
Anaya clapped her hand over Edenâs mouth, shushing him and yanking him further back around the tree trunk.
The man with the gun - and holy shit, Anaya didnât even know they made guns that big - stepped into the clearing, taking in the sight of the destroyed campsite smeared with wolf blood with a baffled, incredulous expression. He wasnât too much older than them, maybe in his thirties, but he had a hardness to his jaw that said whatever his age, the years had definitely sucked the life out of him.
âWell⌠shit.â The man huffed, moving forward and using the muzzle of his gun to nudge the blood-stained cooler, lifting up the sleeping bag Eden had been in only a few moments ago. He ran a hand back over his crew cut, looking around. âHey! Is anyone here? Anyone hurt?â The sound of concern in his voice seemed real.Â
But Anaya and Eden were alone, in the woods, in the middle of nowhere. And this guy had an enormous fucking gun. They stayed silent, in the dark.
âGod damn it.â The poacher sighed, looking down at the sleeping bags. âShit shit shit. If he killed somebody⌠that little shit. Fucking campers on our land. Bet he chased them off. Iâll have to call Bill and report it. Heâs gonna kill me when he sees Rusty got out, let alone that he made a mess out of campers⌠if they find bodies on our land again, we are going to have the government up our fucking assâŚâ
He pulled out a compass and looked at it, then looked ahead, eyes scanning the ground. He must have seen some of the wolfâs blood on a leaf in some underbrush, because he moved forward confidently then. He went through the clearing, from one side to the other, and then was gone.Â
Anaya and Eden waited until the sound of the man moving through the forest had faded into the distance, and then looked at each other.Â
â... Did we go too far and end up on private land?â Anaya asked.
At the same time, Eden said, âDid he say âif they find bodies on our land again?ââ
Both of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then, as if theyâd come to some agreement that didnât need words, they moved out to the wreckage of the campsite. Anaya rolled up the sleeping bags while Eden checked on the small cooler, wiped the rest of the blood off of it with a shudder, and then shifted it back into the heavy pack heâd carried out here. Anaya felt the tension rising between them, until it was tight enough it might snap. Her heart pounded so hard it found its way up her throat, making her occasionally stop to catch her breath. The two of them pulled their socks on and then laced up their hiking boots after. Neither even bothered to dress in daytime clothing. Their sweatpants and t-shirts seemed like enough, for now.Â
The hike back was silent and slow.
They put one foot carefully in front of the other, following the markings Anaya had left wrapped around trees in non-obvious places. She undid each and every colorful ribbon, packing them back away. Taking back everything theyâd brought with them. No sign theyâd ever been here at all, ideally.
She found herself wondering where the park ended and private land began. Thereâd been no signs, no warnings. Not any that they saw, anyway. Then again, itâs not like you could mark every square inch of a wild forest like this one.
Above them, the moon hung heavy. When its light cut through the canopy overhead, it made everything otherworldly and beautiful.
If only Anaya could appreciate it, and not take every quiet step sure sheâd see the end of a gun between her eyes the moment she looked up.
At some point, they got close enough to the trail for cell phone signal to come back, and her phone buzzed with a handful of missed messages. Nothing that suggested anything big had happened while they were out of reach. She didnât dare check it - not yet. Not until she felt sure that the light from her screen wouldnât draw in either an injured, probably hostile wolf and a healthy, definitely hostile guy with a gun.
She kept cycling her thoughts back to the sight of the thing. Something had been off about it, but she didnât know enough about guns to even begin to know what. Hell, she didnât know enough about guns to even know if anything was actually off, or if she was just thinking of movie-guns and not understanding that the real thing was different.
Exhaustion dragged at the edges of her mind, even as adrenaline kept her so wired that she knew she couldnât possibly have fallen asleep even if they simply laid down right here. Hours passed, Eden and Anaya saying little to each other. They heard the boom just once more, far enough away that they felt themselves finally able to relax.
Wherever the guy had tracked the injured wolf, it wasnât in the direction they were going.Â
Finally, they stumbled back out onto the trail.Â
Anaya checked her phone, as surreptitiously as she could.
It was almost three in the morning, and they had another good two hours of hiking on the trail before they got to the parking lot.Â
âI say we sleep in the car,â Eden said, voice heavy and husky. When Anaya glanced over at him, his half-lidded eyes reminded her of a sleepy kitten, and she found herself smiling, briefly overwhelmed with love for him. He frowned back at her. âWhat?â
âYouâre cute,â She said. He shook his head and started walking again, but she caught the edge of his smile before he turned to hide it from her.
âPretty sure the T was supposed to make me handsome, not cute,â He said over his shoulder as he started walking again.
Anaya had to stifle a laugh - talking might be okay, might be safe, but laughter carried further. Especially Anayaâs laughter, which had a tendency to be too loud, according to her mother. Too loud, attention-taking. Just like all her emotions. âWell, youâre definitely handsome,â Anaya said brightly, falling in behind him. âYouâre just also cute. You were handsome before the T, too, by the way.â
He didnât say anything, but his shoulders straightened a little, and she caught the edge of a flush to his cheeks.
Her feet ached by the time they had Edenâs car in view, the ancient Subaru with its huge trunk thanks to the removed backseat a white gleam in the pinkish light of early dawn. The moon was still visible, just now beginning to fade as sunlight overtook it, wiped it out. Each throb was in time with her pulse, and Anayaâs brain seemed to have become mush at some point.
They could sleep in the back of Edenâs car, if they made it to a safe parking lot or something in town. Maybe the diner where they had parked before they came up here, those people had seemed pretty cool about it.Â
Eden came to a sudden stop, and Anaya walked into him so hard the two of them both stumbled, Eden with a huffed breath, an oof that any other day would have been funny. But now Anaya just groaned. It better not be the poacher having found them. She was too damn tired to deal with that, or even be scared of it anymore.
At least if he shoots me I can get some damn rest, she thought.
Out loud, she only mumbled, âWhat?â
Eden swallowed. Anaya could hear it. Something about that woke her back up all at once, sent brand new adrenaline flooding through her. Her head began to pound in time with her feet and her heart. Would anything not hurt by the end of today?
âThereâs something under our car,â Eden said, voice hushed.Â
Anaya stiffened. âThe wolf?â
Eden took one step forward, and then another. He squinted. â... No. I think itâs⌠a person.â
âA what?â
Who would be out here? Thanks to flooding on the more well-known trails, this park had been more or less empty of tourists. It was one of the reasons Eden and Anaya had chosen this for their off-trail campsite. Eden moved slowly forward, and Anaya followed him. Once she got closer, though, she moved more quickly, dropping her bag next to the car and moving into a crouch.
The sound of her pack hitting the pavement made the boy curled up under the car flinch, his arms jerking to cover his head with his hands, knees nearly to his chin. Anaya caught a glimpse of reddish-brown hair through his fingers, a swath of pale skin marked with brown freckles at the shoulders, the tip of his nose.
âHello?â Anaya whispered, reaching slowly out. Her fingertips just touched the boy when his eyes snapped open and he looked at her with wild, animal terror.
His eyes were the same color as the wolfâs.Â
His hair was the same color as the wolfâs fur had been, reddish brown, maybe tipped with some gray.
His left leg had a wound blown right through it - bullet wound, Anaya thought a little wildly, Iâm looking at the entrance and the exitâs at the back, heâs lucky it didnât hit the artery there - and the blood was⌠everywhere.
The boyâs lips pulled back from his teeth in a useless snarl. His teeth were flat, human, except for maybe his incisors being a little too long, a little too sharp. He had scars marked across his face, around his neck, all over his arms. Some old, simply silk-soft skin marked in risen lines, some fresher, still bright red. A couple even looked like theyâd been bleeding recently, too. He made a sound that Anaya only realized after a beat was an attempt to growl.
â... This is the wolf,â Anaya said, voice low. âEden⌠Eden, this is the wolf.â
âWhat? No. Thatâs clearly a dude. The poacher must have seen him and shot him.â
âNo, this is-... his eyes Eden-â
âThatâs not a wolf, Naya. End of story. That is a dumbass teenager who did dumbass things. Somebodyâs probably looking for him.â
Anaya thought of the poacherâs confusion, his angry concern. â... Yeah, somebody probably is.â
Eden dropped into a crouch beside her, casually pulling out the knife he always had on him, flicking it so the blade showed. âNaya, somethingâs wrong with this kid.â
The boyâs eyes went to the gleam of sharp metal and he whined, curling up tighter. Anaya frowned, looking at his leg. The blood. The wound. The way the boyâs skin was ash-pale under his freckles. The scars, half of them rough but the other half precise.
Knife-blade scars. She had some old ones herself, although hers had been self-inflicted.
She reached out and laid a hand on his arm, felt it trembling under her touch. She could barely reach him, he was so far under the car. âHey.â She gentled her voice as much as she could, rubbing lightly. Goosebumps rose where her fingertips went, but the trembling seemed to settle a little. âHey, kid. Youâre⌠youâre really hurt. Weâre gonna call someone-â
The boy scrambled backwards away. âNo!â His voice came out hoarse, as if he wasnât used to speaking - or speaking with a human mouth, anyway. âNo! Donât! Donât call!â He made it to the other side of the car, scrambling to his feet. Anaya went to chase him, but in the end she didnât have to - as soon as he tried to put weight on his leg, he went down hard, scraping the palms of his hands on the pavement and letting out a pained cry.
Anaya swallowed. âEden-â
âIâll call 911-â
âNo,â she whispered. âHeâs scared of that. Letâs just⌠letâs just put him in the back of the car, yeah?â
Eden paused. âNaya, are you fucking out of your mind? Where are we gonna take him? He needs a hospital.â
âOr a vet clinic,â She muttered, ignoring the look Eden gave her at the dark joke. âNo, letâs just. Okay, letâs just⌠we have our first aid kit. You know how to do stitches-â
âStitches, sure, but Iâm not exactly qualified to treat wounds like that.â
âTry. Letâs get him into the car. Hey, kid? Kid, hey.â Anaya went to the crumpled heap of teenager, grasping onto his arm. He shivered and tried weakly to pull away, but between the pain and the blood loss, he wasnât exactly able to put up much of a fight. Eden opened the trunk of the car and threw in their packs while Anaya helped the boy to stand. She could hear Eden laying down the towels and sleeping bags, opening up the first aid kit.
Thatâs why she loved him. He might think sheâd lost her mind on this, but heâd still follow her lead.
The injured boy gripped onto her once he was upright, his eyes dancing in terror from Eden to Anaya and back again.
âDonât,â He whispered. âDonât.â
âWeâre just going to get you bandaged up and something to eat,â Anaya said, voice soothing, easing him into the trunk until he could lay down in there. âThen we can talk, okay? First off, we need to stop the bleeding.â
Those odd eyes stared at her, but he laid down on his side slowly. Anaya had been vaguely aware the boy was naked, but only now did it hit her that the boy didnât seem to notice. Or maybe he just didnât care.Â
âIâm Anaya,â She said, softly, taking his hand and holding it while Eden took a wet cloth and began to wipe away the blood to try and get a better look at the wound. âIâm Anaya Cross, and this is my boyfriend Eden Yarrow. Weâre going to help you.â
âThereâs no exit wound,â Eden muttered, looking at the backside of the boyâs thigh. âHe needs a surgeon, Naya-â
âWell, good thing you trained to be one, huh?"
"Yeah, before I quit residency-"
"Eden, just... can you get the bullet out?â
Eden exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. âProbably. It's a pretty clean wound. I definitely shouldnât, butâŚâ
âWell, try.â She turned back to the boy, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. The kid stared at her like sheâd grown a second head, but he didnât pull his hand back. He just⌠watched her, with those strange canine eyes. âHey. Weâre gonna get the bullet out of you, and then weâll help you get somewhere with people.â
âNo,â He said again. His eyes moved from one to the other. âNo⌠people.â
Edenâs eyes closed. He muttered something under his breath that Anaya didnât quite hear. Then he moved to dig around in the first aid kit again.Â
âOkay. Well, weâll figure that bit out as we go, then. Can you tell us your name?â
She thought of the poacher mentioning Rusty.
The boy was quiet for a long, drawn-out silence broken only by a hiss when Eden used a sanitizing wipe on the wound, cleaning it out again as best he could. Finally, almost under his breath, he whispered, âMisae.â
âMissy?â Eden said, nose wrinkling. âYour name is Missy?â
The boyâs odd eyes narrowed. âMisae,â He repeated, a little louder. Mih-say-eh. Some of the gravelly hoarseness was leaving his voice, the more he spoke. Anaya wondered if he didnât speak often.Â
âThat man with the gun called you Rusty, I think,â Anaya said, keeping her own voice gentle.
â... their name for me.â Misae hissed through his teeth, lips pulled back in a snarl again as Eden began to probe into the wound, eyes closing tightly. Tears leaked fro the corners of his eyes. Anaya gave him both her hands and he gripped on tight enough to hurt, making a sound that was clearly meant to be a canine whine. âNot⌠my name.â
âBut Misae is your name.â
âY⌠Yes.â His head lowered until the top of it, the shaggy reddish hair, pressed against her. He kept pushing against her, until she twisted one hand free and laid it there, scratching her fingers against his scalp. His whining softened, then. It was all so terribly⌠doglike.
No.
Wolf.
Anaya tried not to look as his leg twitched and oozed blood even as Eden carefully worked one of the tools he kept on hand into the wound, searching for the bullet. Misae didnât answer at first. She leaned over, hoping her voice could carry through the pain. âItâs okay, honey. Youâre going to be okay.â
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Misae groaned, finally laying his head directly in her lap. She could feel his tears soaking into her sweatpants, the hitching of his breath as he fought not to sob. His voice was a whisper she barely heard, twisted around his pained, frightened whimpers.
âTh-thank⌠thank youâŚâ
âFound it!â Eden shouted, triumphant. He might have been reluctant to do this, but there was a reason heâd worked so hard to fill his first aid kit with anything you might need to stay alive in the wilderness when medical care was too far to get to in time. There was a reason heâd trained as a surgeon. He was good at this, he always had been. He wiggled the little tool, making Misae cry harder, but then something bloody and shimmering beneath the red came out, and Eden dropped it on a towel beside Misae. âIntact, even. Nice.â
Eden was focused on getting the wound closed up and stitches sewn. Anaya though, watched blood slide along the surface of the bullet, too big, a terrifying size. The gleam of the metal, though, along with the strange runes carved into it, made her eyebrows furrow. â... Eden.â
âMmmn?â He dipped the needle, pulled it through skin. Anaya knew if she looked sheâd faint dead away, so she kept her eyes on the bullet. On the shine.Â
âThatâs⌠that hunter shot him with silver.â
Eden stilled and looked up, his eyes catching on the bullet, too. Then shifting over to Misae, who was shaking like a leaf, eyes open now, wide and almost sightless. In shock, Anaya thought, not that she knew for sure or even really understood what being in shock meant. But it reminded her of people going into shock in the movies, on television. Edenâs eyes moved to meet Anayaâs.
âOnce I finish stitching him up,â He said, voice low and calm, âWe drive this car as far away from here as we can get before we stop.â
âWeâre taking him with us.âÂ
â... Naya-â
Anayaâs jaw set and she raised her chin. âWeâre taking Misae.â
Eden looked down at the boy, who didnât seem to hear or even see the two of them any longer. Then he huffed and went back to what he was doing, sewing slow, careful, precise stitches even as he had to continually wipe away blood, too. âFine. We go as far as we can with him, and then we⌠think about what we do next. Figure out how to call his family or something.â
âFair.â
âGood.â
âGreat.â
They paused, and smiled at each other.
Then Misae whimpered, and Anaya realized sheâd stopped scratching his head. She started up again, and felt some of his shaking settle once more. âDo you have family?â Anaya asked, trying to distract him as Eden finished up. âSomeone looking for you?â
Misae was silent for so long that she thought maybe he hadnât heard her.
Then he answered, voice low, âNo family. Not⌠anymore."
"Did you run away from them?"
"No.â Misae's body shuddered, and Anaya found herself rubbing her thumb in little circles just behind one ear. "No."
"Then-"
"Dead. Everyone... is dead. But me."
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#bleeding in moonlight fic#whump#escaped whumpee#runaway whumpee#caretakers#medical whump#stitches#frightened whumpee#injured whumpee#possessive whumper#more referenced than anything#implied self-harm in the past#scarring#scarring tw#blood tw#makeshift surgery#surgery whump#teenage whumpee#implied dehumanization#modern fantasy#werewolf fiction#werewolves#werewolf#writing#original fiction#original writing#writers on tumblr
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@whumpgifathon Day 2: Fever
Shardlake, Ep 01, Simon Whelplay
#Shardlake#whump#whumpgifathon#whumpgifathon day 2#sick#fever#head injury#caretakers#concerned friends#ep 01#Joe Barber
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I think we spare our Caretakers too much from bystander traumaâ¨
If you capture your Caretakers alongside your Whumpees donât be shy. Give them the trauma from watching Whumpee get whumped! Make them suffer!!
Think of the possibilities!!
Guilt! Imposter Syndrome/pushing their own suffering down (how do they have the right to feel this bad after all they werenât hurt)! Do they become overly clingy toward Whumpee?! Paranoid?! Overprotective! Does Whumpee get whatâs going on!? Or do they get mad?! Confused?! Guilty?!
Just sheisbkd. Donât spare themâ¨â¨
#whump#whump blog#whump community#caretakers#caretaker#caretaker x whumpee#caretaker whump#whumping the Caretaker#whumping the Caretakers#forced to watch#whumpee#aftermath#aftermath of whump#whump trope#whump prompt#whump scenario
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Whump Prompt #1334
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
I think we need to take a second to appreciate dumb caretakers. Like, caretakers who accidentally set the thermometer to Fahrenheit/Celsius and flip out when they see the temperature. Caretakers who never really know what medicine to get, so they just get all of it (or call a smarter character or even their mom in a panic). Caretakers who see blood and start screaming. They have the spirit, the execution is just ...off. Their poor whumpee is very well cared for, eventually. It just takes a lot of trial and error.
#i fully agree with this#this has Cornley Polytechnic written all over it#whump#writing#prompts#angst#caretakers#bad caretaker#illness#sickfic
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I heard someone say caretakers are a glorified prop in a whump story. Which I disagree with. They are important, just as much as whumee and whumper, and can be just as fleshed out. But what do you think?
It depends on the story. Any character can be a 'glorified prop', really. And Caretakers can certainly be very one dimensional and only be there for one purpose, but so can a Whumpee, or a Whumper, or any character.
But every character also has the potential to be written amazingly, with their own wants and needs, and personal issues and arcs. So it really depends.
And hey, even if they aren't, so what? If the point of the story is to put Whumpee is Whump, and you want to give them comfort and focus on nothing but them, so the Caretaker is only there for that and has nothing else going on? Hell yeah, go for it. Not everything has to be deeper. If it does what you want it to do, then there you go.
But yeah, the idea that all Caretakers are like that is just... dumb lol
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How many handlers/caretakers are there, do their methods ever differ, and do the boys have any favorites?
There are two main caretakers who spend the most time with the boys:
Kaze, and Aijin.
Kaze is somewhat of a specialist when it comes to elemental abilities, so he was brought in to help the boys uncover their true potential.
Kaze isn't necessarily a good caretaker, often being the role of abuser, but he does care a lot for the boys, and deep down, he hates hurting them.
He is just a strong believer to the Order's cause.
And Aijin is one of the best scientists/doctors the Order has, so she was brought in to make sure the boys' health is all well and taken care of, (aka she's there to make sure the experiments don't kill them.)
Aijin is definitely the most "kind" to the boys, and is the best at emotionally manipulating them. She's the kind of person who would sing them a lullaby during a surgical procedure haha.
Another handler that the boys interact with is JĹŤryoku, who you could say is in charge of the project.
He is definitely hands down the most cruel to them, having no emotional attachment whatsoever, (unlike Kaze and Aijin.) He shows no mercy, and more than once has nearly killed the boys.
However, JĹŤryoku knows their limits to a T, so they're never in actual real danger of death. (doesn't make it any better though.)
He doesn't spend as much time with the boys as the other two.
There are a few others that have come and gone, but these three are the main ones who have been around since the start of the program.
#lego#ninjago#lego ninjago#lego ninjago au#ninjago au#cole#jay#kai#zane#z2-i#j3-l#c1-e#k4-f#caretakers#handlers#the golden order#kaze ninjago#aijin ninjago#jĹŤryoku ninjago#experiment au
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hi! apologies if this has already been asked, but i was wondering what exactly 'caretakers' in your roc au do! i am very interested in this!! would they ever go on patrols? or take part in battles?.. if not, would it be a privilege for a clan to have caretakers? sorry for my rambling but oooo cool interesting role!
I love Caretakers so now i shalt ramble about them hehe
There are almost always fewer Caretakers than Warriors, though sometimes the numbers are equal, just depends on how large the clan is!
The title covers a lot of different jobs, some may specialize in specific things, but generally Caretakers main jobs are to care for the camp and the clan!
their jobs generally include stuff like:
keeping the camp in proper shape: reinforcing strictures, expanding dens, collecting new moss and other materials, keeping the campfires going (especially during the colder seasons).
making sure the clan is fed: they are the ones who store the food (drying meats and such for the winter), they keep an eye on all clan members and make sure they have eaten their share, and have not over eaten as well!
crafting: they craft items like cloaks (for winter), bags and baskets, books and other materials!
they care for Queens, Kits and Elders: they basically have taken on the apprentice duties from canon, making sure that the elders are clean, happy and comfortable. They also are the clan babysitters and midwives, they help queens with their pregnancies, kitting and caring for their kits (this is done alongside the Healer of course).
they can also kinda be therapists, though a healer might also serve that role!
No one Caretaker really takes on all of these roles, they often just specialize in one or two! for example Specklesnap is mostly in the nursery helping the queens; Dustpelt is mostly reinforcing dens, caring for the fire and food stores; Thrushcloud cares for the elders mostly though he also likes to watch the kits; etc.
ALSO! all apprentices are trained in both the skills of a Warrior and a Caretaker! though generally training focusses more on Warrior skills. Cats who choose to be Caretakers often learn while on the job and working with their fellow Caretakers!
this is so that a Caretaker can contribute to hunting and fighting if the clan needs it! in times of harsh winter or a war caretakers may need to take on more warrior duties!
though on the other hand, Warriors also know he general skills of a Caretaker so they may be able to aid them in their work if needed, like if the camp is destroyed!
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Made a meme instead of updating with the next chapter
Based off of conversations Iâve had with @whumped-by-glitter as we talk about the backstories of our caretakers and the motivations one may hold for taking care of whumpee.
As always, we encourage discourse about this meme but pls keep it civil, folks.
#whump meme#caretakers#whumpee turned caretaker#whumper turned caretaker#caretaker who was just some guy
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ARE WE SURE SANDER SIDES ISNT RELATED TO OSDDID? BECAUSE FOR SOMETHING NOT RELATED TO OSDDID IT DOES AN AMAZING JOB AT SHOWING DID SYSPTOMS AND SYSTEM SHIT.
#like come on!!!!#the intrusive thought episode is INSANE ABOUT THIS SHIT#System communication#persecutor reformation#virgil#protectors#caretakers#patton and Logan#splitting#remus#persecutors#trauma holders and hosts not getting along or even resenting each other#virgil and Thomas#caretakers and protectors being ovely#logan and Patton#sanders sides#thomas sanders#did#osdd#osddid
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silly little waffle back again coufh cogubh cough ahem
whats an activity you enjoy doing when you arent handling toons? or while youâre handling them, whichever ^^
(basically juat what hobbies ig im eepybsorry)
[đ] "Typical Guy things I suppose"
[đ] "Fun fact! I can do more sit ups then Chris"
#dandys world#artwork#dandy's world oc#dandy.txt#character art#oc artist#small artist#concept art#fan art#ask#answered#dandys world caretakers#caretakers#chris and jenny
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We, @yes-i-am-happyaspie and @obsessionoftheday , have been discussing making Sicktember 2024 our last year for quite some time. Long enough that we considered making 2023 out last year⌠Not because we havenât enjoyed being a part of such a spectacular event. Interacting with all of you has been amazing and coming up with new and exciting prompts has been great fun. However, we have reached a point where we feel we are no longer capable of offering the event the amount of time and attention it requires and deserves.Â
The good news is, just because we are stepping back doesnât mean Sicktember will be coming to an end. After much thought and consideration, we decided it would be in everyoneâs best interest to pass the blog over to a new mod. We are certain they are up to the task and we are looking forward to seeing where they take Sicktember in the future. We hope you are too!
Without further ado, weâd like to introduce you to our Sicktember successor.Â
Starting October 8th, @itsmechara426 will be running the Sicktember blog!
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Hi everyone! Iâm Alex from @itsmechara426, though Iâm better known for my prompts blog, @irondadmadlads
Despite rarely participating in Sicktember as a writer, I love reading all the stories you guys come up with! Everyone is so creative and Iâd like to continue inspiring your creativity by running this event!
Iâm excited to continue Sicktember and canât wait to see everyoneâs ideas!
#sicktember#sicktember 2024#meet your new mod#event notice#sickfic event#sickfic prompts#sick characters#caretakers#caregivers#hurt/comfort event#hurt/comfort prompt#writing prompts#prompt event#writing event#sickfics#fic fest
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She Wasn't Sure She Believed Herself
Bleeding in Moonlight: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
CW: Werewolf whumpee, escaped whumpee with caretakers, referenced abuse, dehumanization by captors, and captivity
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Anaya swayed lightly as she made her way up the steps. The front door to Vanessaâs house was painted the same deep shade of blue as the underside of the porch ceiling.
Between that and the fact that the porch was painted a flat and blinding white, Anaya felt a little like she was standing upside down in the ocean, a wave breaking beneath her and the depths of the ocean over her head.Â
It was deeply disorienting.
Then again, maybe that was the sleep deprivation talking.
Every other house on the block was the same basic set of shades - gray house with black shutters, white house with gray shutters, pale yellow house with black shutters, another gray, a different white, light brown that was nearly beige, actual beige⌠Vanessaâs house, with all its dancing blues, had stood out like a beacon as soon as they turned onto the street.Â
Eden was right behind her, one arm supporting Misae and his own eyes moving over the porch swing that moved gently in the wind. A small black cat sat on the swing, watching them with intense curiosity. Its tail flicked as it took in the sight of Misae. Theyâd managed to find an old hoodie of Edenâs and some of Anayaâs sweatpants for Misae to wear, and the boy looked absolutely swamped in the hoodie, hood pulled up to cover his face as much as he could and sleeves long enough to completely hide his hands. They couldnât help his lack of shoes, but Anaya had managed to get some white socks on him and had decided to just hope for the best. He could limp, with support, and Eden had kept an arm around him, taking most of his weight as he slowly struggled up the steps.Â
The boyâs face was white with pain, and his eyes kept dancing wildly trying to take in everything at once, but he stayed upright and he didnât pass out again, so⌠Anaya called it a win.
âWhy donât you knock?â Anaya asked, nervously picking at her fingernails with her other hand, trying to calm her nerves. âYouâre better at talking to people.â
âFirst off, thatâs a gigantic lie. Secondly, she isnât my friend,â Eden answered easily. This wasnât the first time theyâd had some version of a conversation like this one. She had the distinct sense that if he could, he would have shrugged. As it was, he was holding nearly all of Misaeâs weight by now. âSheâs your friend. You should knock.â
âI mean, I may have⌠I may have exaggerated how well I know her, a little bit?â Anaya found a bit of skin sticking out near her cuticle on her thumb and absently picked at it, staring down. âWe just talk on the internet. I donât even know exactly how old she is. Iâve never seen her face, and now Iâm showing up with my boyfriend and a werewolf.â
âHey. Look at me, baby.â She raised her eyes and found Eden smiling at her, weary but warm. She couldnât help but smile back. âYouâve got a good sense for people, you always have. And you said she agreed to let us crash, right?â
âYeah, she did. She said no problem, justâŚâ Anaya looked over at Misae. âI might have not mentioned⌠him.â
The boy was staring at the cat now. The cat met his gaze with slitted pupils, ears slightly back, fur slightly raised. There was a flash of what might have been sharp teeth, the subtle whisper of a warning hiss.
Misaeâs lips pulled back from his own teeth in tandem.Â
Anaya stared with wide eyes as she realized his canine teeth were longer than they should be. When she looked down at his hands, she saw fingernails that stretched even as she looked at them, hardening into obvious claws even as his fingers started to thicken and turn blunt.
Was he... growing paws?
The cat turned and leaped gracefully up onto the railing and then down to the ground on the other side, disappearing in a flash around the side of the house.Â
Anaya's eyes jumped back to Misae's face.
His lips were closed, and his hands had gone back to normal. Maybe she was imagining it?
âMaybe,â Eden suggested, tone irritatingly mild, âMaybe we all just stay calm and donât bring the werewolf thing right off the bat.â
"... but did you just see-"
"Mmhmm. I know what I think I saw, anyway."
"You cannot possibly still not believe-"
âI didnât say that I donât believe it. Just, letâs not like fling that info around willy-nilly, Naya, yeah? And you, Misae, keep a hold on those teeth. We'll keep the wolf thing to ourselves for at least a little while. Besides, I flat out cannot drive anymore until we get some sleep. SoâŚâ Eden shifted a little and then gestured at the door. âKnock.â
Anaya took a deep breath, and turned around, stepping up to the door. Beneath her feet, a pale doormat read Welcome, witches and there was a sign hanging right at Anayaâs eye level: Live laugh lobotomize.
Right.
This was Vanessa. She had nothing to worry about.
Not that having nothing to worry about had ever once stopped Anaya from worrying. Camping had always been the only time she ever felt totally calm, and even that was a little ruined now. How many secret homes with hidden people kept like animals were there in the world, and she just didn't know about them?
The thought kept spinning circles when she tried not to think at all.
The door swung open just as Anaya's knuckles touched the door and she jerked her hand back in surprise. Behind her, Misae straightened a little, leaning against Eden while trying to look like he wasnât hurt. His eyes kept shifting, as if he was trying to look everywhere all at once.Â
God, they looked like such a mess.Â
The wooden sign clacked as it swung forward and back, and Anayaâs first impression was of a pair of sparkling brown eyes. âI thought I heard voices,â Vanessa smiled. She was a tall, broad woman with a deep, melodic voice, totally unlike Anayaâs mental image of her. Her eyes matched her ponytail and she looked very much like every high school art teacher Anaya had ever imagined. Right down to the paint-splattered tunic and leggings.Â
She took in the three of them in a moment, and then her smile widened and she stepped back and to the side. âWell, youâre clearly Anaya,â She continued. âItâs nice to see you in person for the first time. So, if youâre Anaya, then this must be the hottie boyfriend⌠Evan?â
âEden,â Anaya corrected absently, still trying to connect this warm and soft woman standing before her with the acerbic, dryly sarcastic online voice sheâd been chatting with for years.Â
âOh, right. Sorry, Eden.â
âThatâs okay.â Eden shrugged, a shy smile playing around his lips, flushed a little still from hearing hottie probably. He was always weak to compliments. âEvan actually was on my shortlist for names, anyway, actually.â
âOh, was it?â Vanessaâs eyebrow quirked up. âYouâre not just saying that so I feel less like I just face planted into a mud puddle in public, are you?â
Oh, okay. Now that was the Vanessa that Anaya knew so well.
âHa, no, it really was. But then I thought of Eden, and, well, I just⌠liked it better than all the others.â
âWell, I like Eden better, too. It fits - youâre clearly paradise on two legs.â Vanessa winked, and Eden turned tomato-red. Anaya felt herself nearly knocked over by a wave of something between her usual full-throated adoration of her awkward boyfriend's struggle to take a compliment and relief that things were going so well when sheâd been so scared they wouldnât. Vanessa laughed, her laugh as mellow as everything else about her appearance. âSeriously, though⌠come, come on in, all of you.â
Anayaâs pulse jackhammered in her throat and at her wrists as she stepped forward, moving from the sunset light outdoors into the darker house. The first thing she saw was a wall painted a beautiful deep evergreen, a wall of a dozen or so pieces of framed artwork that had every rainbow shade and probably a few colors Anaya had never even heard of. Side lamps were lit everywhere, and a ceiling fan turned lazily overhead. This looked like somebody's perfect cozy escape from the world.
Anaya wondered how it would feel, to have a home like this. Somewhere that you owned outright. She and Eden had always been renters, and half the time these days they lived out of Eden's car.
âSo⌠thereâs you two, and thereâs also⌠who is this you have with you?â Vanessa asked, voice lilting just a little in curiosity. âA brother? Cousin? Whatâs your name, honey?â
Misae didnât answer. His chin had lowered, even though his eyes were locked on Vanessa now, watching her every movement.Â
Anaya cleared her throat. âThis is⌠um, this is Misae. We⌠met him on the trip.â
âOh, okay. I knew you were camping this weekend in Idaho, so⌠oh, thatâs why you texted me for somewhere to stay? Because of meeting him?âÂ
âYeah.â Anaya tried to keep her voice casual, unruffled. âHe just needs a safe place, he, uh⌠He r-ran away from home.â It was close enough to true. Really it was true, she just⌠left out a few minor details. He was being hunted by a man with a gun and oh, hey, he also turns into a wolf. Thatâs not a problem, right? âI know I didnât mention he was with us, and I'm so sorry. We will completely understand if you donât want to deal with-â
âHey, I didnât say that.â Vanessa raised her hands, as though showing she was harmless. Or thought they were. âItâs definitely not a problem. I just wasnât thinking about you needing more than bed. Seriously, it is no problem, I can blow up the air mattress for an extra bed.âÂ
âOkay, okay, thank you so much, Vanessa. Weâll just get settled, and if you could tell us where the shower is-â
âOh, honey,â Vanessa interrupted. âAre you hurt?â
Anaya opened her mouth to reply, but realized Vanessa wasn't looking at her at all. Vanessa moved towards Misae, hands out.
To Anaya's horror, Misae recoiled, snarling with lips pulled back from his teeth, before he lost his balance, trying to catch himself and accidentally putting too much weight on his injured leg.
His knee buckled, and he went down hard, losing his balance with a high-pitched cry, somehow ending up turned around and falling right off the steps onto the stone path that led up to the porch.
He desperately grabbed at Eden's arm to try and catch himself and instead pulled Eden down with him.
Eden grunted when he landed hard on his left elbow, but he had the good luck of falling a little to the side and landing in the grass. Misae smacked down into concrete, catching himself with his hands but Anaya watched his ankle twist in the process.
His whine turned to whimpers, deeply canine. He hunched his shoulders and curled up, still snarling and making a sound somewhere between whimper and growl, and Anaya wondered if everything she hadnât said about this strange boy was about to spill out anyway, whether she liked it or not.
When Vanessa took one more step forward, Misae snapped at her from where he lay, teeth clicking together sharply. His canines were growing again.
Anaya tried to think of an explanation - something logical that didn't involve breaking the news that at least one totally mythological creature had turned out to be absolutely real - but nothing came.
She only stared with her eyes and mouth both wide.
âOh, shit,â Vanessa whispered. She didn't seem to have noticed Misae's teeth changing, and Anaya was hit with relief that cut as sharp as any knife. âOh. I am so fucking sorry, I didnât-... I didnât mean-â She moved again, and Anaya caught her by one arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned. âI swear, Anaya, I didnât mean to scare him!â
âNo, I know, heâs just⌠really jumpy about people who move too fast,â Anaya soothed, watching as Eden moved to Misae and murmured to him. The boy's expression gradually changed and he shook his head, eyes down and hair covering as much of his face as he could manage. At least he stopped making that face. Eden nodded, murmured something not quite audible in reply, and very slowly reached out.Â
Misae sat back, holding his hands palms-up, letting Eden take them in his own hands to look them over. Blood welled where skin had been scraped away by catching himself when he fell.Â
Misae looked up through the curtain of his messy hair, watching Eden's face. Anaya swallowed hard as she saw a spot of red where she knew the bandage was on Misaeâs leg.��Was that damn wound ever going to stop bleeding?
âHe got used to getting hurt where he lived before,â Anaya said in a low voice, keeping her hand on Vanessa to keep her from potentially scaring the poor kid all over again. She told herself she wasnât lying - those scars Misae was covered with, hidden thanks to Edenâs shirt and Anayaâs sweatpants, proved that pain had definitely been something Misae understood very well indeed. Maybe the only thing he seemed to understand. âItâs made him jumpy. Letâs, um, letâs go inside and then Eden and Misae can come in after us?â
Vanessa slowly nodded, reluctantly turning away. âOkay. I really am so sorry.â
âItâs totally fine,â Anaya said. She had no idea if it was fine or not. The words just came out automatically, an instinctive reply to try and soothe the unsettled air around them. âHeâll be okay. Weâre just trying to get him far enough away that he feels safer.â
âYeah. I can⌠I can see why.â Vanessa seemed to remember this was her house and straightened up a little. She shot one more hesitant glance over her shoulder, and then led Anaya through a small living room stuffed with too many hand-me-down couches draped in deep brick-red covers and throw pillows and blankets, into a small hallway with four doors. âSo, we have⌠a linen closet, towels are in there-â She pointed at the first door. Then, across the hall, the bathroom with a tiny shower-bathtub, a toilet, and a sink and mirror. âMy water heater isnât great, but if your showers are fast they can be hot. Otherwise, you might have to settle for more or less warm. And here, right here-â She opened the last door on the left. âThis is the guest bed. Iâm sorry there isnât more space-â
âItâs perfect,â Anaya said, forcing her voice to brighten up. Her mind wandered back to the boys outside. âWeâll get settled and get clean and then, if you donât mind, we might just want to like⌠nap for a while.â
âNot a problem. I have some work to finish up, anyway.â Vanessa smiled, even as she still looked a little worried and guilty. âAny requests for supper? Iâm afraid delivery in this neighborhood isnât happening, but Iâve got some frozen pizzas and garlic bread, or I could make pasta and sauce, or⌠if anybodyâs low carb, uh, I could run to the store for steak or somethingâŚâ
Anaya thought of Misaeâs thin face, wiry arms, knobby knees, the way his stomach pulled in too much, how he swam in clothes that shouldn't have been oversized. The way his eyes seemed to sink a little into his face. âUm⌠No, carbs are definitely a good idea. Pizzas?â
âOkay. Iâll get the oven preheating. You three just⌠you get settled. Let me know if there's anything you need or you can't find.â Vanessa disappeared back out the door and Anaya stepped further into the little room.
There was a side table with a little lamp and she switched it on, absently. It gave the little room, walls painted blue, a cozy glow. She dropped her backpack onto the fluffy oversized comforter - clearly made for a king-sized mattress but laid out over the queen-sized bed - and sat down, slowly leaning over with her hands over her face.
She was so tired.
At least Vanessa had been a lot less bothered by the sudden appearance of two disheveled adults and one teenager than Anaya had expected, but the last bit had clearly thrown that initial lack of bother away. Now they not only had a teenage runaway with them, he was visibly injured and heâd reacted to Vanessa attempting to touch him in a way that made it equally clear he hadnât come from anywhere good. Plus, the noises he'd made, the way he snarled and snapped like an animal... If Vanessa got too curious, or decided to call the fucking cops... Anaya didn't know why exactly, but she knew that would end badly.
A throat cleared in the doorway and Anaya looked up. Eden stood there, smiling a little, Misae leaning against him again. The boyâs eyes darted around, never landing on any one place for long. Heâd been limping before - now he was flat out hopping on one leg, using Eden to keep himself upright. His injured leg was pulled slightly up.Â
âHeâs okay,â Eden said, in a tone that said he was soothing them both. âJust a little scrape on the hands. Iâll get my kit from the car, weâll get him a good shower and then I can bandage him up again.â
���Good.â Anaya breathed the word out. Even that felt like it took more energy than she really had left. She hadnât realized how hard she was working to hold herself together until she didnât really have to any longer.Â
She wanted to sleep for a week.
Maybe a month.
But sheâd settle for patting the bed next to her. âMisae, why donât you just come over here and lay down for a minute with me, okay?â
Misaeâs eyebrows briefly furrowed. He licked at his lips - something Anaya was realizing he did almost compulsively when nervous - and then slowly shook his head. âNot allowed,â He said, voice low. He sounded a little confused.
âWhat? Why? Because youâre bleeding?âÂ
Misae stared at her for a few long seconds, then shook his head again. âNo. We're... not allowed on the furniture.â
Edenâs eyes closed, tightly, for just a second. Anaya watched a vague flush of anger move over his face and be just as quickly pressed down and done away with. She knew what she was seeing, though, and knew Eden would smile soft and sweet even as he turned that over and over in his mind all night long. The same way Anaya would.
Not allowed on the furniture because he's been treated like heâs a dog.
âWell, here you are allowed on the furniture, and Iâm saying you should lay down on the bed and get the weight off that leg. Okay?â She patted the bed again. This time, Misae hesitantly nodded and let Eden support his slightly absurd little bunny-hops forward until they made it close enough for him to more collapse than lay down. Misae curled himself up as tightly as he could, arms tucked against his body and only his injured leg out straight, the other one curled with his knee nearly to his chest.
"Oh," He whispered, eyes wide.
Anaya blinked at the look of surprise on his face, and tilted her own head as she looked down at him, slipping a firm pillow beneath his head only for his eyes to widen even further. She fought back a faint smile, worried he might think she was mocking him. âWhatâs that look for?â
Misae swallowed, those strange golden-brown eyes shifting to meet hers. He returned her smile. âI didnât know beds were so soft,â He explained. âIâve never been in one.â
Anaya couldnât think of a single thing she could possibly say to that.
Eden backed away from them. âIâll go get our things from the car and then Iâm just going to get right into the shower,â He said, voice tight and hard, and turned away, closing the door a little too hard behind him as he went.Â
Misae winced when the door shut with a loud thunk, shifting until the top of his head just brushed against the side of Anayaâs leg. She let her hand drift down to run fingers through his hair like she had while Eden stitched him up in the car - oh god, that was less than twelve hours ago, somehow it felt like so much more time had passed than that - and the boy breathed out in something that seemed like pure pleasure, eyes fluttering shut.Â
âHeâs angry,â Misae said, voice low. Just above a whisper, a little hoarse. "At me."
âHe's angry, but not at you," Anaya replied, shifting until her back was against the headboard, keeping her fingers sifting through soft strands. Her own eyes closed and she could feel her exhaustion weighing down every corner of her mind. âDefinitely not at you. Just at⌠what it seems like life has been for you. Itâs not going to be like that for you anymore, okay? Weâll figure out how to find some place better for you.â
Misae didnât reply.
Anaya knew that he was silent, this time, not because he had nothing to say in response, but because he didnât believe her.Â
She wasnât sure she believed herself.
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@finder-of-rings @burtlederp @deluxewhump @scoundrelwithboba @shrimpwritings @yassifiedinformation @wildfaewhump @whatwhump @honeycollectswhump @tundra-tiger @dont-look-me-in-the-eye @there-will-always-be-blood
#bleeding in moonlight fic#whump#whump writing#original fiction#original werewolf fiction#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf fiction#werewolf whump#nonhuman whumpee#werewolf whumpee#monster whump#monster whumpee#referenced#dehumanization tw#blood tw#shape changing#referenced captivity#caretaker and whumpee#caretakers#escaped whumpee#runaway whumpee#abused whumpee#freed whumpee#original writing#modern fantasy#fantasy#speculative fiction
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Ok amazing how mras will take one example and milk it dry and people will be "I see where you're coming from", but feminists will go through example after example and stat after stat and no one not even women will bat a single eyelash or will wait and be like "you're overexaggerating"
#think amber heard or any one incident caused by a woman or the statistic that women abuse children slightly more despite being primary#caretakers#I just saw one of those p*rn experiences lists where there were like 30 women describing the most depraved shit done to them and I am askin#how many more do you need
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Whump Prompt #1229
Imagine the quiet moments before the caretakers put the whumpee through Hell.
Itâs for the whumpees own good, of course, but thereâs a brief moment they look at each-other because they know itâs going to suck.
Maybe theyâve got to manually pump the whumpees stomach of a toxin, maybe they have to reset bones or stitch up horrendous gashes without painkillers. Maybe itâs as simple as resetting a dislocated shoulder, but the whumpee is so out of it, holding them down will only cause more distress.
Either way, they feel awful for what theyâre going to put the feverish and delirious whumpee through, but itâs their best hope of keeping them alive/being able to move them before theyâre able to get them proper medical help.
#whump#prompts#writing#ideas#angst#comfort#caretakers#getting worse before getting better#fevers#delirium#injury#worry
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