#casualty whump

[cuteguywhump]

Casualty - 38x30 - The Last Post

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: mass disaster

I know that when responding to a mass disaster or any situation with a larger number of potential casualties, one of the first things first responders can do to start triaging people is basically tell the entire group to walk toward them if they can. It sorta sieves out anyone who is too injured to get up and walk and I think there's a massive amount of whump potential there.

[theofficialdramallama]

Me after reading the synopsis for ep 9 of Storm Damage 👀👀

[whumpadventureprompts]

Discovery

Rescuer is helping evacuate a damaged or dangerous area, say a building that's partly collapsed. They find Whumpee buried under the rubble and dig them out, working fast because they think they're still and silent because they're unconscious.

Then they find that they're actually bound and gagged.

[doyouevermakeasound]

Whumptober Day Fifteen: Suppressed Suffering

TW: Mass casualty event

This part of the city was rubble and the hero and their team switched to trying to recover survivors.  It was bleak work.

They worked long into the night until dawn started to break through the horizon and hero was faced with the unbearable mental load of “If not them, who?”

They took a moment for themselves as they sat down on a piece of concrete and let go of a ragged breath.  Despite the cuts and bruises, they had to be there for others.  There was no one there for them though and at the end of the day they alone would be the one to nurse themselves back to health.

[whumpty-dumpty]

Casualty S36E34

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Obi-Wan Hurt/Comfort and Whump Rec 1: Long Fics

Some of my favorite multi-chaptered or longer form fics (>10K). These are whump, sickfics, angst fics, and hurt/comfort with some very general tags and descriptions. Please make sure you note the tags on ao3 before reading.

I tried to tag everyone I could find here on tumblr, but if you see your fic and want a tag, let me know and I'll add it in. To all the writers, thank you for these fics, I have read each of them multiple times and I am fucking in love with all of them.

Here we go, in no particular order:

Good Man of War - scrapathon

Codywan, OC clones and medics, 16.2K

This fic is so well written and it has some really well-characterized OC clones, including clone medic Zero, as well as a bit of codywan (which I can't resist).

Things Hidden, Things Forgotten- sospes

Codywan, Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 23.5K

This writer has some of the best codywan fics on their roster, but this one absolutely destroys me everytime. This fic covers Zygerria and gets into some of the emotional aspects of the experience for Obi-Wan.

Shoulder the Sky - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, rewritten ending for Palpatine, 149.4K

This fic is part one of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series and is one of my favorite fics of all time. This fic is incredibly detailed, and every character get's their time in the spotlight. The Obi-Wan whump is absolutely delicious, and lasts basically the entirety of this fic. The plot follows Obi-Wan's discovery of the identity of Darth Sidious and how this changes the course of the end days of the Clone Wars.

Whispers from the Dead - @kcrabb88

Quinobi, PTSD and medical trauma, 210K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

Another part of the Shoulder the Sky Verse series (please read the fic above first). This fic is a WIP and every time there is a new chapter I drop everything to read it. Equally as emotionally damaging, equally as much whump, and equally perfect characterizations of every single character. I won't spoil the plot, but it's a perfect continuation of the series.

Gaping Hollow - Walpger

Gen - Obi-Wan, Cody, and Ahsoka, Force-exhaustion and hypothermia, 18.1K

Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Cody are trapped in a cave on the ice-planet Vandor and Obi-Wan uses the Force to keep them both warm and alive. This leads to impending Force-exhaustion. This is one of the earliest Obi-Wan-centric h/c fics I read and I love how the author describes Obi-Wan's use of the Force.

Enforced Convalescence - @swbumblebee

Gen - Obi-Wan, clones, and Jedi, sickfic/illness and fluff, 12.5K

Obi-Wan is ill and requires babysitting because he doesn't really know how to rest. This fic is endlessly soft, and Obi-Wan gets taken care of for once in his life. This author writes delightfully soft fics and this one is one of my absolute favorites.

Uja Nejah - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, diabetes and medical accuracy, 34.2K

Possibly my favorite fic of all time? Perhaps? Anything by whitchry9 is pure gold and this fic is only one example. This fic follows Obi-Wan's journey through his life as a Jedi diagnosed with diabetes. Deliciously whump, and my favorite OC clone medic, stim. You might as well read the whole series: a series of fics in which Obi Wan Kenobi having a disability somehow saves the galaxy

Iviin’hiibi te Tuur - @ijustreallylovedaredevil

Gen - Obi-Wan, OC clone medic Stim, clone troopers, Cody, epilepsy and medical accuracy, 16.4K

Surprise, surprise, yet another whitchry9 fic. This one is about Obi-Wan's life with epilepsy. This fic also has Stim and has a few extra oneshots that can be read with it.

every shadow - @kenobster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, Cody, 501st, Zygerria/Kadavo arc and recovery, 34.9K as of 8.14.2023 (WIP)

This fic is a WIP and at 3/9 chapters, so I am going to to use part of the author's summary here: "during the mass casualty event following Kadavo and Zygerria, Obi-Wan and Anakin seek ways to cope with trauma." I am absolutely glued to this fic, and have already read all three chapters multiple times.

Finding Obi-Wan - @stolen-pen-name23

Gen - Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka, amnesia and angst, 86.8K

For the record, I think I read the entirety of this fic in one day because I just couldn't put it down. In this fic, Obi-Wan loses his memory and finds himself in the lower levels of Coruscant.

something inside this heart has died (you're in ruins) - revanchxst (BadWolfGirl01)

Codywan (implied or pre-slash), Zygerria/Kadavo arc, 22.6K

In this fic, Cody joins Obi-wan on the Zygerria arc rather than Rex. Very painful with a sprinkling of codywan. 1000 kudos for this fic.

The Consequences of a Crash - happygiraffe

Gen or pre-slash Obi-Wan & Anakin, crash-landing injury/infection, 44.9K

ALRIGHT. Alright. This is the first long-fic I read in this fandom, and remains one of my favorites to this day. Delicious whump, a really wonderful look at Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship, especially as Anakin has just become a Jedi Knight. I reread this one at least once a month.

See My Dreams All Die - @hellotemporaryuniverse

Obi-Wan & Cody (implied codywan), torture by Darth Sidious, 34.7K

This fic is absolutely brutal in the best way. In this fic, Anakin dies and Sidious is looking for a new apprentice. Such good whump.

From the Same Stone - @kckenobi

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, concussion and poisoning, 8.1K

I'm already breaking my own rules, because this fic is under 10K, but this fic is one of my favorites and it's just long enough that it felt like it should be included on this list. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Anakin get trapped in a mine and are slowly ingesting a toxin.

|to failure, sweet victor| - littlekaracan

Codywan, angst and physical fights, 20K

This fic is as fucking bittersweet as it gets. Absolutely destroys me with every read. This fic follows Obi-Wan and Cody on Tatooine, but Cody's chip can't be removed until it has deteriorated to a certain point. As a result, sometimes Cody isn't quite himself.

battle scars - series - @calltomuster

Gen - Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin, PTSD and medical trauma, 27.2K

This series gets into some of Obi-Wan's medical trauma and why avoids medical treatment. I can't get enough of the OC clone medic, Fuzzy, and I love how well the author writes Obi-Wan's PTSD.

shoulder the sky - series - Night_Fury

Codywan, Cerasi & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Nield, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, PTSD, temporary death, recovery, 196.1K

What can I say about this series? Probably too much. You will just need to read it to find out. Just read it.

chronic conditions - @deniigi

Codywan and clones, epilepsy and chronic illness, 13.1K

Yet another epileptic Obi-wan fic, this one through the lens of Kix and Cody. I am absolutely mesmerized by how this author writes, and I keep going back to this one over and over again.

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was - @pandora15 and lazarusII

Gen - Obi-Wan & Ahsoka, deathfic, 12.3K

The title says it all. You will be in pain.

heavy off a golden hue - @catboydogma

Codywan, hanahaki and chronic illness, 36.7K

This is a series which looks at Obi-Wan's life with chronic Hanahaki. This is such an amazing series, another set of fics I read in one sit-down.

Suddenly this is defeat - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 13.3K

This fic is in first-person POV and does an incredible job of portraying Obi-Wan's perspective on the events based on the episode Landing at Point Rain.

This incessant snow - ealcynn

Gen, Landing at Point Rain and major injury, 20.7K

Part two to the above fic. Another extremely well-written fic. I absolutely adore the way Obi-Wan is written.

We Can Be Beautiful - OuzoAthena11

Codywan, panic attacks, 23.2K

The fic summary on ao3 says it best, "Five times Obi-Wan deals with anxiety or a panic attack and one time he causes minor anxiety in someone else." Really well written and soft fic.

Count My Little Scars I've Got Dozens Inside - nuclearturtle

Codywan (as adults), angst and de-aging, 27.1K

A de-aged Obi-Wan fic where Dooku attempts to gain his trust, but inevitably, doesn't. Very angsty. Extremely angsty.

Conjuring Miracles - @kcrabb88

Gen - Obi-Wan, Leia, Tala, Vader, PTSD, 29.8K

Another one by this author. In this fic, Tala doesn't get to Obi-Wan in time, and he ends up being taken with Leia to the the inquisitor base. There, he encounters Vader.

Rapture - @galateagalvanized

Codywan, depowered character, 62.5K

I think the summary on ao3 says it best, "An independent terrorist cell has developed a weapon capable of severing the bond between a Jedi and the Living Force. They test it on High General Obi-Wan Kenobi." Wonderful whump mixed with a great story, and of course, codywan.

Always Gold - happygiraffe

Gen - Obi-Wan & Anakin, terminal illness/cancer, 10K

In this fic, Obi-Wan is dying of cancer and just wants the best for his padawan. Prepare yourself, this one hurts.

As an Obi-Wan whump writer myself, I can't help but throw a couple of my own here (not that these are by any means on par with the quality of the incredible fics above). I have linked a couple below if you are interested:

orbit me slowly

Codywan, burns and recovery, 15.3K

After an injury leaves Obi-Wan down and out, he realizes that time isn't as unlimited as he once believed

green is the colour

Codywan, sickfic and injury, 14K

Obi-Wan, sick with the flu, is cornered by hundreds of droids. Cody and Anakin come to his rescue, but there is unresolved tension between them.

Hope you all enjoy this list!

[insignova]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN REVERSE BIG BANG 2024

In collaboration with the lovely No_One_of_Consequence, I present to you "The Prophet's Dream", a dark tale of pain and perseverance, the price of love and the weight of grief. They say good people die young; what does it mean if he keeps on living?

Warnings, Tags, Summary and Sneak Peek below:

AO3 TAGS:

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Additional Tags: POV Elijah Kamski, Non-Linear Narrative, Time Skips, Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Pre-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Pre-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Canon Compliant, Major Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Suicide, Emotional Roller Coaster, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Abuse, Overdose, Car Accident, Police Brutality, Racism

FIC SUMMARY:

Mr. Kamski, Founder, CEO.

Genius. Enigmatic. Innovator. Eccentric. Prodigy. Elusive.

Many things described the founder of CyberLife. He’d only given one interview in the twenty years of CyberLife’s existence.

There were many things you couldn’t find in a news article. Many things could never be found about the man with no living relatives or friends.

Elijah Alexander Kamski.

Depressed. Suicidal. Despondent. Broken. Morose. Alone.

The sole survivor of the founders of CyberLife.

AND HERE'S A LITTLE SNEAK PEEK :3

“Do you think they’d be proud?” Chloe asked from beside him.

He glanced at her, finding her fully focused on the broadcast.

“We demand fair compensation for our work. We demand the right to vote and elect our own representatives. We demand the right to own private property, so we may maintain our dignity and that of the home.”

He sighed deeply. “Who?” he asked softly, although he already knew the answer.

She gestured between herself and Markus. “The human us.”

“We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hopes, and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

The broadcast cut out, perfectly cut as if a professional was behind the camera themselves—and not the hodgepodge of androids Kamski suspected. “Why?” Anyone else would have been confused by the question. Chloe, however, was different. She always had been.

“You keep the photo on your bedside table, even after all this time. When I bring you your morning tea every day, it’s in a slightly different spot.” She nodded at the TV, the afterimage of Markus burned into the screen. “I don’t remember much of him anymore.”

Markus was no longer there; the android had been replaced by nervous human news anchors. Let them be scared. He shook his head at his own thoughts. These people were innocent… for now.

“—the operation was covert and resulted in no casualties. These events took place just a few feet from this studio. But nobody was alerted to the danger.”

They did it. They got their message out without death or destruction. Markus would be proud.

@dbh-bb

MAKE SURE TO CHECK IT OUT ON AO3!!

[cherry-pop-elf]

Big Bad Wolf

Dad! Remus x Reader

It’s the full moon, and Harry came running to you for advice and help. Lupin went missing, and Harry is scared that someone’s going to get hurt. Or worse. Expelled His dad will end up shot. So, as the romantic partner to the boys father you go and help him. You both just hope to find him before someone else does

Warnings 18+, Horror, Gore, violence, fear, Whump, character death ((deserved)) happy ending

Writing Commission’s Are Open

“Dad-?! Dad!” You were startled awake, by the sounds of Harry. You were spending a few days, at Hogwarts, with Lupin. As his romantic partner it was permitted, but it sure did startle students to see someone who wasn’t their teacher in the classroom. Such as you, having fallen asleep at his desk. You were waiting for Lupin, but it seems sleep caught you first. Until now.

“Have you seen dad-?” Harry asked, as he hurried towards you. A bottle in hand, with a worried look. You did not like where this was going. You really hope that was not a full bottle of wolfsbane. As if that was needed right now. You sat up quickly and straightened up.

"He said he needed to run and talk to someone really quick, and asked for me to stay here until he came back." Now that you said it out loud, it made you very suspicious. You had a bad feeling about this. A very very very bad feeling. It seemed the feeling was mutual, and no words were needed. The two of you were soon running out of the classroom, and straight outside. Wands out.

"Great, just great-" You huffed, as the two of you were now roaming around the grounds. A worry of what happened with Remus, and if the Dementors would come your way. You made sure to hold Harry's hand, and he did not refuse it. He had a uncomfortable run in with the Dementors after all, as if he wanted another.

"Should we ask Hagrid for help?" Harry asked, as you pondered. That could be very helpful. He was a monster keeper of sorts, and more people looking could reduce casualties. Fang could help as well, but Hagrid was not the best with secrets. Still.....You had a werewolf boyfriend on the loose, and one not on potions.

"I will go talk to Hagrid; you go to the Shrieking Shack. Maybe he went there by habit?" Seems like Hermione was really rubbing off on him, because that made perfect sense. You recall a few times you could hear him, when locked in his designated room, about a shack. Along with his night terrors, and school days.

The plan was set, and Harry explained to you how to get there. Most likely knowing, in case of emergencies. The two of you would split, and Harry hurried to Hagrid's Hut. You stayed, until he made it. Just to be sure. Once he had entered the home, you would hurry to the tree, it was terrifying, but you had to. For Remus.

You had to army crawl, and enter with a few scrapes, but you managed. You hit the knot in the tree, and was able to slip through the roots. Through the dirty cavern, and across the rocks. It was a journey, but you managed. You would push at the wooden boards, and soon had your head in the shack. The stench of blood heavy in your nose. He was here.

"Moony?" You whispered, as the world went still. Even the wind seemed afraid to speak. You were terrified, but someone had to be there for him. You swallowed your biile, and forced yourself into the house. Onto your knees, wand in hand, before properly standing.

Deep breaths, that made you gag, in a vain attempt to try and calm yourself. You knew this when he told you what he was. He didn’t want you to sign up blind. He didn’t want to feel like he trapped you. The moment he told you, you tried to study all you could. Meaning you carried your own vile of wolfsbane. Small, but hopefully enough to soothe.

As you tried to follow the stench, you couldn’t help but hear something. It was someone. Someone gagging, and coughing. Seeming to be….No. No no. You had hope the blood you smelled was that of a wild animal, but no. It was of someone.

You wanted to barge in, and see if you could save them, but that could cause issues. Like him turning on you. Instead, you kept your steps quiet. Just coming closer, as the figure kept gasping and wheezing. Begging. What made your blood run cold was what the person said.

“Remus, please….You would have done the same in my place. You would ha-“ Before there was silence. Silence, as bones were snapping. Crunching, and being devoured. They were dead, and you knew that you couldn’t do anything to have prevented it. You tried to reason, at least.

Finally, you were at the door. Given quite the sight to behold. This sickly looking beast, chowing away on a dead body. Beyond recognition, except for an arm. Said arm having been torn off, and slammed into the wall near the door frame. You narrowed your eyes, as you saw it was missing a finger. Clearly before the attack, as the numb was healed over.

Before you could wonder who the figure was, you suddenly felt something bite at your leg. Not in a means to attack. It was so gentle, you almost didn’t notice. A attempt to grab your attention. It succeeded, as you looked down to a black dog. Shaggy, skinny, and struggling to pull you away from the door. A means to get you away.

Seems it acted too late, as the nawing of flesh was silenced. Just the eerie sounds of blood falling on wood, as the werewolf looked over. Blacken eyes focused on you, as it growled. Clawed, and mangled, fingers were soon on the floor. Cautiously approaching you, only for the dog to block its path. Guarding you.

You didn’t know what to do. Do you run? Do you stay? Do you move slowly? You can only read so many books, before you face a real deal. Nothing prepares you for a real life experience. Was he staring at you because he recognized you? Was he no longer hungry? Was he aware of your scent, and wouldn’t harm you?

So many thoughts, only to be silenced by an ear rattling howl. That said that, and you were trying to run for your life. The shaggy dog quick to defend you, and jump at Remus. Buying you time, as you tried to think of where to go. Leave the building? Back into the hole? You didn’t know. Before you could make a choice, the rotten wood broke under you.

Crashing through you went, only for your leg to snap in the process. You screamed in pain, and that alerted Remus to you. You tried to fight through the pain, as you held your wand up. Trying to defend yourself, as Remus tore through more of the wood. Leaving splinters to rain down on you, as you laid in the broken old living room.

“REMUS-! PLEASE-!” You sobbed, as you didn’t want to hurt him. Blood pooled around you, as the torn muscle was shreds around your shattered bone. So much pain, panic, and despair. Was this the end? Dispite it all, all you could think of was how this would affect Remus. The guilt he would hold, when the moon rises again. Only to see you dead in his teeth.

Seemed that would only be a nightmare, as he was slow to approach you. Sniffing you, before looking down at your leg. Giving it a lick, and whine. As if trying to help you. If you weren’t so delirious from pain, you would find it sweet.

“Fuck, you look like shit.” A voice spoke to you, as Remus seemed to curl around you. Using himself a pillow, for you to rest on. Just feeling his ribs, and hearing his strong breathing and heart. It was soothing, and let you catch your breath. Long enough to register where the voice came from.

A man was soon standing infront of you, in a Azkaban uniform. With long, black, shaggy hair. With a beard to match, against his gaunt face. So skinny, yet so alive. Shaggy black hair, just like shaggy black fur. That’s when it hit you.

“Padfoot….” You choked out, when you weren’t crying from pain. The name made him smile, and you could see life in his hollow eyes. It warmed his heart so much, knowing Remus told you about him. That he was still spoken so positively. That Remus didn’t believe the verdict. He knew better.

“That’s me. Now be quiet, and take advantage of Mooney having a full belly.” He hushed you, as he would begin to try and help with your leg. He would take his torn shirt off, and forced you to bite into it. Trying to make you quiet, as he popped the bone into place. Making you scream into the fabric, as you held Remus tighter. Suppose in that feral brain of his could register his mate was hurting, and soon was nuzzling his face against yours. Using his nose to wipe your tears away.

“There. Worse of it is over. Now how about-“ Before he could finish, the sound of the basement door was opening. Before Sirius could do anything, you grabbed his pant leg. Trying to get him to stay. The pain, however, made you feel to weak. Your vision was blurring, as you curled up against Remus. It was all to much, and soon…..You blacked out.

Morning came, and it was unwanted. The sunlight on your face, and making you groan. “Five more minutes-“ Was your reply to the beast, before a chuckle was a reply. A chuckle you knew very well. A laugh that made you fight the sun, and open your eyes. Remus.

“Morning, pup.” He smiled, as he set his book aside. His scared up hand was quick to help brush the sleep from your eyes, as you took in the world. Such as how your leg was propped up, and that all the blinding white was from the medical wing. Another comforting sight was that Padfoot was in another medical bed. Being treated, and not sent to Azkaban.

“Lots of questions, I know. I’ll keep it short. I had made an attempt to go check on Sirius, last night, only for the two of us to stumble upon a familiar rat. We chased him for so long, we didn’t register the moon. Suppose it was a good thing we didn’t. A lot of good has now been done, with him disposed.” Despite what seemed like good news, there were tears in his eyes. Like he lost an old friend. Suppose you’ll ask about that later. Now, you needed rest.

“I can’t believe you came chasing after me.” He tsked, as he was already using a cold rag on your face. Helping you cool off. “Suppose Harry is to blame. I could have hurt you. I would never forgive myself if I had infected you to. I could have-“ He went on and on, before you held his hand. Forcing him to stop, as you smiled.

“Then you won’t be so lonely on those full moons, would you?” He wanted to be frustrated with you, but that would be rather hypocritical. So, he just gave a defeated sigh. With a smile. “I have a type, it seems….” Was added, as Harry was soon to enter the wing. Along with his friends. Hermione, and Ron. All needing answers about why an escaped convict was in the medical wing.

Remus would give a sigh, as you scooted over. As best as you could, so he could sit with you. The trio was soon on the neighboring bed, sitting together, while keep quiet for Sirius to sleep. A snuggle into Remus’s lap, and he took a deep breath. Knowing you were there to support him.

“It all started, when three little Gryffindors thought it was wise to become unregistered Animagi….”

[relicofkorax]

I've had this in my drafts for ages lol, I was writing myself a goretober list but I'm terrible at sticking with daily challenge things so, a list of just 50 whump ideas I like (in no order other than the order I came up with them).

High Fever/Overheating (for mechanical beings)

Passing Out

Injured by lover/companion

Slow power drain

Enthralled/magically bound

Nightmares (persistent or one-off)

Superpower turned self-destructive

Shock collar

Broken Bone(s)

Power-sapping restraints

Glitches

Impaled/Stabbed/Exsanguination

Poisoned

Abandoned

Bridal-carried

Hypo/hyperthermia

Self-surgery/self-maintenance

Self-inflicted ill fate (bonus if slow-developing)

Surgery while aware/disemboweled

Deprivation (of sleep)

Imprisonment/captivity

Regeneration and torture cycle/Malformed regeneration

Illness (severe/acute)

Blood-drinking

Tech Gore

Supernatural/otherworldy affliction/corruption

Illness (mild)

Host to parasites

Epistaxis

Old-fashioned binding

Test Subject

Ritual

Removing the bullets/stitching up

Suicide attempt aftercare

Time Itself

Allergic reaction

Transfusion

Hidden injury

Combat-casualty care/Field medicine

Old scars/ptsd

Friendly fire

Manhandled

"I'm fine"

Stress to exhaustion

Necessary injury/side effects

Bloody lips

Deprivation (of food)

Species-specific whump

Observation period

Recovery

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[dudadragneel]

I'm just updating this

So, here's the list I said I'd share.

This is a mess, there's manga, webtoon, kdrama, jdrama, animes, tv series...

Not all of them are whump, some might be just my favorite episodes (probably because the animation was good.

ChaoS Child - 10 (vomit)

Tales of Zestiria - 4 (nausea)

Argevollen - 15 (vomit)

M3 - 3 (vomit)

Mob psycho 2 - 6 (vomit)

Persona 5 - 2,4,5, 15 (pain, injury)

Dororo - 5, 12 (faint, fever)

Fukigen na mononokean tsuzuki - 6 (faint)

Donten ni warau - 3 (nausea)

Darling in the franxxx - 5,6,11,12, 13,15,17, 18,21 (fever, faint, pain)

Duel ep 8 (vomit)

Wolf's rain ep 5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,14

God's Quiz - season 2 ep 12 (vomit)

God eater - 5, 6❤, 9,10 (injury)

Re: zero - 5,8, 10 (vomit)

Sign language - 68 (fever)

Aldnoah zero - 5 (vomit)

Battery chapter 10 (vomit)

Forever mine - 43,44,45,46, 63, 64,65, 69 (collapse)

Kakao 79 - 113-115 (fever)

Plastic memories - 07, 12 ( faint)

Doukyonin - 08 (faint)

Miira - 3,07 (fever faint)

Goboutan - 12 (fever faint)

Plastic Memories - 07 (faint)

Hyouka - 07 (nausea)

Black Lagoon - 1 (vomit)

Full metal Panic Fumoffu - 2, 8 (fever faint)

Knights of sidonia - 2 (vomit, faint)

Fruits basket - 23

Ai yori aoshi - 4

Guardian - 8

My love from another star - 9, 16

Guardian - 8,9,10,12, 19, 20,21, 23, 28

Love shuttle - 2,3,4,5,6,9,10, 11,12 (fever, vomit)

Riverdale - 4season ep 1

GRAND HOTEL - 1Temp - 7 3 TEMP - 2,3, 19,20 (injury)

Tokyo ghoul movie (emeto)

TEEN WOLF- Season 6 ep 6, season 1 - 1,2,6,8,11, season 2 - 6,7,9,10, season 3 - 5,6,11, 13 season 5 - 6,9 , season 6 - 13

RIVERDALE- 1- 10,11,12

Love stage - 9 (fever)

Skip beat - 15 (fever)

Miira no kaikata - 07 (fever)

DETECTIVE CONAN -  49,188,191,193,522,927,928,219, 118,126 (pain - faint)

Bleach - 9

Code breaker - 6

Tada kun - 9 (fever)

Mayonaka no ocult komuin - 1

Omiai (hentai) - 5,6 (fever)

Naruto - 140

DIVE!!- 12 (faint)

Katsute - 09

Beelzebub Ojou - 04

Cagaster -3,4,5

Pinocchio - 5,12,13

Itaewon class - 10 (emeto)

Richard - 10

Kakafukaka - 5 (emeto)

Uzaki - chan - 3 (fever)

Titan's bride - 4

Grisaia - ep 1 & 3 (vomit)

The God of Highschool - ep 5 (vomit)

Run with the wind - 8 (fainting), 18 ,19,20 (fever)

Kanojo okarishimasu - 73 (emotional breakdown/vomit)

Inuyasha - 18, 19, 20, 21, 28, 32, 42,45, 46, 51, 57,58, 70, 78, 82, 87, 90, 89, 107, 113, 117, 122, 125, 126, 132, 137, 138, 140, 146, 155, 156, 161, 162, 163, 164, 167

Umibe no etranger - 7

Kkondae intern - 8

One piece 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83

Kekkai sensen - ep 4, 5, 8

Kekkao sensen and beyond - 9

Tensei shitara slime datta ken - 10,11,13

Persona 5 - 2,4,5, 15

Dororo - 5, 12

Fukigen na mononokean tsuzuki - 6

Donten ni warau - 3

Darling in the franxxx - 5,6,11,12, 13,15,17, 18,21

Naruto shippuden - 9,11,17,18,19,20,23,24,25,26,29,30,31, 39,40,41,42,43,44,45,49,50,52,56,68,70,71,73,74,75,79 ❤,80 😢,81,82😢, 84 ,85 🤯,86, 87 🤯🤯, 88🤯,89

Fruits bqsket ep 12j

13 reasons why - 4×02

WHUMP

ChaoS child - 10

Tales of Zestiria - 4

Argevollen - 15

Kimetsu no yaiba - 12

The K2 - 4

Healer - 6,12, 13,14

Train 2020 - ep 2 (emeto)

Pinocchio 4, 12, 18

One piece - 566, 567, 568, 569, 570, 597(Law) 598, 599,600,601,602

Jujutsu kaisen - 23 (megumi vomit)

Taishou otome - ep 2

One piece - nebulandia, 3d2y

True beauty - 5 (panic attack)

Casualty - series31 ep 34 (vomit)

Love and leashes - slight gag

Attack on titan - season 1 ep 3 (eren gags)

Tokyo ghoul movie - emeto

Hamatora (emeto)

Boruto - 234- 236 (emeto)

Anatomy of a scandal - 3 (emeto)

Slam dunk - 8,9,10,11,15,16(whump),23,24💜,25,28,29,30,33,38,39,40,42,43,44😭,45,46,48,49(whump),51,52,53,54,55,56,57,58(w),59😭,60,61,62,63,65,66,67,70,71(w),72(w)73,74,75,76,77,79,81,82,84😭

My strange friend (c-drama) - ep 14 (emeto)

Miss Hammurabi (K-drama) - ep 12 (emeto)

Lucky Romance (k-drama) - ep 9 (emeto/panick attack)

Goodbye Mr. Black (kdrama) - 18 (emeto)

Your honor - 19+20 (emeto)

Outlander - season 3 ep 9 (emeto)

2gether the series - 13 (emeto)

Kimi no tonari de yurarete (emeto?)

Stranger things - s1e4 - Jonathan gags

Kinnporsche - 2, 4 (emeto)

Time (drama) - 4 and 6 (emeto)

- my strange friend (c drama -youtube) - ep 16 (emeto)

- stranger things - s1ep8 (not really emeto but the scene gave me whumperflies)

- Kinnporsche - 02,04 (emeto)

- Banana Fish - 5 (nausea - I know but like, the scene gave me whumperflies)

- Chainsaw Man - 1 (blood), 6 (blood)

- Romantic Killer - 6 (slight panic attack) 11 (emeto)

- Aku No Hana - 8, 11 (emeto)

- Kimetsu no Yaiba - Mugen Train movie and season 2 episode 1

[theofficialdramallama]

That new Casualty trailer proving that I'd chosen well in marking Cam as my new fav (emotional whump) character since Ethan's departure! 😍 So happy to see him getting a chance to excel in what seems like a proper big storyline👏🥺😍

[whumpsoda]

I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

…

Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

your euphoric magical Whump is literally so good?? I think it’s the most original idea I’ve seen in a long while it’s just so *chefs kiss*. I love the idea of a mage’s magic coming not from themselves as per, but from a cursed object, and the more they use this power, the more control the object has on them, manipulating them through pleasure. Their squadron are using the magic for a battle or something, but the object has far more ambitious plans that are just waiting to be put in motion.

(context to the euphoric magical whump thing)

Awww how nice of you!

And yes, I do certainly like the cursed object idea! So often, use of the ‘cursed object of unlimited power’ is an unplanned, reckless decision. It’s used out of desperation or ignorance, or perhaps out of a foolish hope that you’re somehow ‘stronger’ than all the others corrupted by it. 

Making the use of cursed objects an organized, managed, and normal part of combat is interesting to me! Instead of desperate last second decisions, the usage of each object consists of years of careful consideration of the benefits and consequences. Each object has been thoroughly studied, its effects researched to the fullest extent. It’s not random, panicked soldiers using these weapons, but bearers trained for years to become the best conduit for their assigned weapon. The potency of the power, the estimated time before corruption, and the best means of extending the useful life of a bearer are all carefully, callously calculated.

I feel like the training one undergoes to wield that sort of power could be really interesting! It’s not hard to use these objects. They’re almost parasitic in nature, offering easy power in exchange for access to a user's mind. They wouldn’t be effective if they were hard to use. No, the difficulty is in retaining your sanity while using such a weapon. 

Bearers aren’t trained as much as they’re conditioned. Bearers need to maintain a mental state carefully crafted to slow the spread of corruption, allowing them to safely use the weapon for as long as possible. Over the span of years, before they so much as see their weapon, whumpee’s personality is broken down with surgeon-like precision with the goal of making the perfect vessel for each individual weapon. 

Does the weapon instill overwhelming rage into its bearer? Train any fight out of whumpee. Treat any hint of aggression or displeasure with swift, overwhelming punishment. Leave them afraid of the feeling of anger itself, and let terror overwhelm that inhuman fury.

Is the object ambitious, whispering premises of power and glory? Then uproot any hints of ambition out of whumpee. Destroy their confidence, break any hint of ego or pride that could tempt them towards ambition. Leave them so doubtful of themselves that they shrink away from the promise of power.

Or maybe the power itself is simply addictive. Maybe it just feels good to use, consuming all other joys whumpee may have had. Maybe it leaves whumpee hungry for more, desperate like a starving animal. And so you give them more. You feed the hunger, give them interestingly destructive jobs, demand increasing numbers of casualties. Keep the promise of more just close enough to stop them from going rogue.

Each object required different training, a different ideal bearer. And said bearers are conditioned for years into that perfect form, their original personalities warped into whatever shape it needs to be in. 

Given the sort of…specialized mental states needed to be a bearer, most would struggle to function without assistance. Weather it be crippling anxiety or a suicidal lack of self preservation, most bearers are simply unable to function alone. It’s equal parts a byproduct of their training and a feature meant to control them.

So they have handlers, someone just as trained to handle whumpee as whumpee is to handle their weapon. Someone who will make sure whumpee is actually taking care of themselves, someone to keep whumpee in line when nobody else is around to. 

Someone to help manage the madness that comes with power. To pry the weapon from their shaking, burnt fingers when whumpee cannot let go. Someone to chase away those overly ambitious commanders who don’t understand the concept of limits. someone to take care of them, and keep them functioning efficiently. 

I think that the relationship between handler and whumpee could be very interesting, asI think it can vary widely depending on the training whumpee has undergone! What mental state needs to be maintained, and what relationship would best maintain that state?

For some, their handler is their master, strict and cold, but fair and rliable. For others their handler is a parental figure, ready to lift whumpee into their arms when things become too overwhelming. And sometimes their handler is simply a friend, a kind face to keep them grounded. 

Whatever the case, it’s the handler’s job to play whatever role is needed perfectly, being whatever whumpee needs to influence them as desired.

It’s an efficient system, but efficiency only goes so far. No amount of conditioning can stave corruption off forever, not when whumpee is constantly injuring in that sort of power. Eventually that power is going to sink into their bones, climb into their minds and twist them into something dangerous. Eventually whumpee will break. Not a matter of if, but when.

It’s simply a fact of the system. Bearers are like…lightbulbs. Useful, very useful, only so far as they can channel a different power. And lightbulbs eventually burn out. And they’re replaced. 

And whumpee’s are replaced. The first hint of wear, the first sign of disobedience or an outside influence, and they’re disposed of. And who is the first person to see that shift? The person who knows them best, the person assigned to remain by their side at all times?

It’s their handler, caretaker. Above all else, that’s their primary task. 

And I! Just, ughhh. Just imagine it. Whumpee, who’s been conditioned and beaten and twisted into this perfect bearer. Who has been in this system’s clutches for as long as they can remember.

They’ve never had the true nature of their weapon explained to them, they don’t realize their handler is trained to act as their friend.

Whumpee is kind and innocent despite the violence forced on them, who looks up to their handler with so much love and trust that it hurts. 

And the caretaker who’s assigned to them. The caretaker who goes in knowing that this relationship is temporary, that in a few months whumpee’s kindness will be swallowed up by madness and crushed. A caretaker who knows the price of that power, who knows it’ll end in death and that they’ll be the one to cut Whumpee down. The caretaker who enters this job determined not to get attached to someone so temporary—

And the caretaker who fails. 

[use-your-telescope]

When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 20: Who Are Your Friends, Who Are Your Foes?

Summary: The newest addition of shadowy threats, it turns out, are not a one-off occurrence…  

Contents: Fight! Fight! Fight! Canon-typical combat/violence. injuries/Blood/battle whump.

Word Count: 4,901

Read on AO3 | When Everything's Made to be Broken Masterlist

Who Are Your Friends? Who Are Your Foes?

Song: Past Life - Lydia

Well, barely made it downtown It's alright, it's alright I bet I met you in a past life But it's your word against mine While you listen to it all at night And while you feel your lungs stretching wide

Sooner or later, Theo knew it was bound to happen: she’d be pulled from the Emergency Department to fight.

She jokingly blamed it on one of the residents saying the ‘Q’ word - that it was a quiet night. The number one rule of working in Emergency Medicine was never point out if it was slow, because then you’d end up absolutely slammed…

… Not even twenty minutes later, an announcement overhead informed the department that all hands were on deck for a massive casualty event in Times Square.

Times Square.

Theo had been in the hangar, working with Julie to assign teams to incoming patients when a blur of red and gold zipped through the hangar, slowing down before dramatically flipping around to land in front of Theo. 

“Suit up, Rapunzel —“ The head of the iron man suit folded back; Tony’s brows furrowed and jaw set itself in a sharp line as he spoke.  “—we need all the help we can get.” 

The lack of quips set Theo on edge about what they were up against. As it was, Theo had barely been cleared to fight after overextending herself; the prospect of going into something so serious right away only made her more concerned. But there wasn’t a choice, because Tony wouldn’t be standing in front of her if there was. Ready or not, Theo had to fight. 

“Go,” Julie said, nodding in agreement with Tony. “If you don’t, we’ll only have even more people to treat. We can handle it here.”

Theo let out a tense breath and gave a quick nod to Julie. “Thanks, Jules. I’ll jump back on once we get back.”

Returning her attention to Tony, Theo raised her left arm and snapped her fingers; at the sound, her scrubs vanished, replaced by the suit of armor carefully crafted by Tony and Shuri. “Ready?”

Tony nodded, his suit reassembling itself to cover his head. “Hold on—“

Theo barely had the chance before Tony grabbed her and flew into the air, his blasters so close that Theo’s feet felt a strange rush of heat as they flew through the city.

Orange flickers of light reflected on the windows of skyscrapers, growing brighter and more intense as they drew near. Interspersed between booming explosions, shrieks of horror and pain echoed through the streets. 

“Hope you’re ready,” Tony said, rounding the corner to reveal the full scale of what they were up against.

Amidst a grid-lock of abandoned cars, explosions flashed throughout, leaving behind flames which roiled up into the night sky with relentless pace. The technicolor lights from the video billboards of the square cast an eerie glow onto the scene, looking like something out of some post-apocalyptic video game Yelena would play…

… or Astonia, on the night of the Massacre.

Theo shook her head, trying to forget the resemblance. She needed to focus, not get caught up in the past.

“Cap, what’s the latest?” Tony called out. He dropped Theo near the edge of the fight, then flew ahead into the fray.

“It’s a mix of shadow beasts, shadow handlers, and humans–” Steve replied between heavy breaths. “Haven’t found a source–”

Shadow handlers, also known as the people who made their debut at their Met Gala. Little progress had been made in regards to identifying who they were, where they came from, or their motive, so for the moment, they were referred to as “handlers.” Theo had some suspicions she kept to herself, however.

“—You bring Theo?” Sam flew overhead, distracting some of the fighters in the street from the newest arrivals.

“Reporting for duty,” Theo replied, conjuring her shadow blade while she assessed the scene to determine her first move. “What’s the plan?”

“Keep the fight contained!” Clint answered through the comms, “We’ve cleared the area, but we have to make sure the fight doesn’t spread.”

Theo barely ventured into the chaos before she came face to face with her first adversary. They clumsily swung at her with a metal pole, but Theo easily ducked beneath and knocked them to the ground, thrusting her blade straight through their chest without a second thought.

“Do they have anyone in the buildings?” Wanda asked, a crimson glow emanating from her hands as she manipulated the burnt-through shells of vehicles to create a makeshift barricade around the fighting.

“Negative.” Vision flew past Theo’s head, close enough for her hair to get swept up in the breeze; moments later, a motorcycle with someone on it went after him. Theo conjured a shimmering orb and hurled it at the motorcycle, setting the rider on fire.

“Alright, give me two seconds to make a barricade!” Theo held up a hand, a swirl of glistening black and white expanding out to create a translucent dome around the fight.

The moment the dome was in place, Theo spun around and sliced through a handler who tried to ambush her from behind, dropping him to the ground in one swift motion.

“That’s why we needed her.” Nearby, Natasha snatched the weapon from an enemy operative, using it to take him down.

“Don’t you dare overextend yourself,” Theo could literally hear Loki scowling through the comms at her. 

“I’ll be fine,” Theo scoffed, charging headfirst into the chaos. “Just– everyone try not to get too badly hurt, okay?

“That’s the plan!” Rhodes replied, zipping past as bullets sprayed around him.

Conjuring a second orb in her free hand, Theo darted between vehicles in search of her next target. She ran over the top of a truck and flipped over a group of shadow beasts who had cornered Peter, sending a series of small missiles out of the black and white orb before they could seriously injure him.

Peter gawked as the entire group froze, then dropped to the ground in a heap. He looked up to find Theo behind them and cheered. “Oh – hey Theo! Good to see you!”

Already bounding ahead to find her next target, Theo still chuckled and shook her head. She called back over her shoulder, “You too, kid, but stay focused - we’ll talk later!” 

While Theo took down a pair of shadow beasts, she glanced up and noticed that a crowd of onlookers gathered around the outside edges of the dome, cell phones drawn and presumably recording the showdown, broadcasting the horror for all the world to see. If Theo hadn’t had her hands full trying to stem the seemingly endless flow attackers, she’d have considered telling them to get away; after all, if her barricade fell, they’d be royally fucked.

Then again, if they were willing to endanger themselves for viral content, maybe they deserved the consequences. 

As someone hurled an explosive towards Theo, she leapt over an abandoned taxi to take cover, barely manning to crouch down before a shockwave blew out the vehicle’s glass, shards  raining down around her. 

At that same moment, Loki dove out of the way of a different explosion, somersaulting through the momentum and landing in a similar, crouched position. He conjured a pair of short swords, then dipped his chin at Theo in a sort of greeting. “How are you feeling?” 

“I feel great,” she smirked at him, readying her blade for whoever attacked her next. “Downright peachy, even.”

Two handlers, each with a pair of shadow beasts, careened into sight from opposite sides, targeting the pair of sorcerers. 

“Perhaps I should not have told the others you weren’t yet in fighting shape.” Loki wryly commented, slicing through the shadow beast in front of him with a flourish.

“I was cleared to fight— you know that,” Theo rolled her eyes, firing off a series of cosmic energy bolts at the pair of shadow beasts in front of her. “You don’t get to decide when I’m benched.”

Loki scoffed. “I simply assumed you would prefer to remain in the infirmary, given the choice.” He cast an illusion to distract the remaining shadow beasts and handlers, then teleported behind a handler and slit their throat with his dagger.

Likewise, Theo capitalized on the illusion and dissolved into shadow, transporting herself to right in front of the remaining handler. She reappeared only inches from the remaining handler, watching the sheer terror overcome them as she reached one hand out to rest on their chest, administering the touch of death. The handler dropped to the ground with a muffled thump. “I’d much rather make the choice for myself, thanks.”

“Your decisions result in harm to yourself,” Loki retorted with a scowl. He conjured a dagger and hurled it at an enemy, hitting them right between the eyes and killing them in the spot. 

A surge of irritation coursed through Theo. “My decisions save lives,” she gritted out in between slashes of her blade at another beast trying to attack her, “Which, may I remind you, is my fucking job.”

Though fully entrenched in a duel of his own, Loki still glared at Theo. “Not at the expense of your own.”

The retort caught Theo off guard, and she faltered; Loki, however, continued on as if everything was normal. He fought as if he were dancing, each swing and each step fluid and agile. With the way the smoke moved around him and the glow of the city lights reflected off him, he looked every bit the mighty god he was. 

What did he think—  that she couldn’t defend herself? That she was just a stupid, fragile little Midgardian, not fit for the title of Avenger? 

Reeling from the implications, Theo ran off, abandoning Loki in the process. His assistance wasn’t necessary, and if he believed that Theo needed his protection, then there was no way he’d have trouble defending himself. If anything, Theo needed to prove that she was, in fact, worthy of her place on the team, which meant diving into another fight.

Who are you trying to be It's alright, it's alright Cause it's in the stories and stay with me's And in between the sheets So while you're here and while it's right now Can you feel them all coming out?

Amidst the smoke and fire, Theo’s eyes scanned the area as she planned her next move; however, something at the edge of the dome caught her attention.

The crowd had multiplied exponentially, shoving cell phone cameras and professional cameras up against the barrier to try and capture a slice of the action. That wasn’t all, though — amongst the spectators, Theo spotted a familiar figure, with blonde hair and a navy suit that fit so perfectly it had to have been sewn onto him: Chris.

Theo hadn’t seen him since he unceremoniously dumped her over voicemail, and frankly had no interest in seeing him; however, that wasn’t the worst part. 

Next to him was a woman Theo vaguely recognized, only because she was starring opposite of Chris in the film he was shooting when he and Theo broke up. In the one or two times Theo met her, she seemed nice enough, but something about the way Chris acted when she was around seemed… odd. At the time, Theo just assumed it had to do with being co-stars. But in that moment, Theo saw Chris’s arm wrapped protectively around the brunette, and how the woman adoringly gazed up at him. She watched from a distance, frozen in place, as the brunette cupped Chris’s chin, turning his attention towards her and kissing him, right there in front of everyone.

Amplified by the adrenaline of combat and Loki’s condescension, the sight set off a surge of searing fury that exploded inside Theo, lighting her veins on fire with a level of intensity that threatened to consume her, so much that for a moment, she considered dissolving the barrier just so the spectators might learn their lesson… if Chris happened to suffer as a result, well… He was the one who didn’t evacuate from a battlefield. 

Yet, she didn’t dissolve the barrier. Had she done so, she’d not only be responsible for those deaths, but she’d have to pretend that she wasn’t powerful enough to keep the barrier up, which would only confirm Loki’s belief that she was a weak little Midgardian. 

Obscured by the smoke, no one from the crowd seemed to notice Theo as she stood there, barely ignoring the devil on her shoulder, which was likely for the best.

Unfortunately, the attackers had noticed, and took advantage of the lapse in focus; Theo turned around just in time to get punched in the face. 

Reeling backwards, Theo spit out a mouthful of blood before charging ahead, taking a swing of her own with her fist; pain shot through her hand as she connected with their jaw, their head snapping to the side from the force..

Sure, she could have killed this guy with a spell or a shadow blade, but Theo needed to channel her anger into something productive. 

Dodging the second punch thrown her way, Theo ducked down and swept her feet around, dropping her opponent flat on his back. On the way down, he grabbed hold of her leg and yanked her off balance in an attempt to take control of the fight.

Instead, Theo leveraged the momentum of her fall and slammed her elbow into his groin, incapacitating him long enough for her to regain her footing and land another painful, but solid punch to the head, knocking him out.

Once she got back on her feet, Theo shook herself out and re-conjured her shadow blade before charging towards another group of fighters. Moving with deadly precision, she sliced into half the group in rapid succession, black and white flames erupting from her blade and spreading to other fighters nearby. 

The screams of pain from their flesh burning could barely be heard over the pounding of her heart in her ears and her own breathing; even if she could have heard them, she was too angry to care. 

She spun around, launching constellations of stars at other enemies to incapacitate them. Teleporting behind another handler, Theo wasted no time dropping them with a clean slash to the throat, using the vehicles around them to obscure her from public view. 

For a moment, Theo almost felt like she was back in Aneterra, taking out one of the Oblivinite storehouses. Only instead of abandoned warehouses in the bowels of a ruined city, she was on full display in the middle of Times Square, and she wasn’t torching everything in sight at the same time.

Although at that moment, she wouldn’t have minded torching everything in sight.

Gunshots rang out in quick succession, reminding Theo to keep moving, Hiding behind another burnt-up car, Theo glanced around in an attempt to figure out her next move. Behind an overturned delivery van, she spotted Yelena, grabbing her arm as though she was injured.

Theo darted across the gap, diving behind the vehicle where Yelena took shelter just as another barrage of gun shots filled the air.

“What happened?” Theo demanded, already reaching for Yelena’s upper arm.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” Yelena gave a sharp head shake and grimaced. “Go fight.”

“I have two functioning eyes and can tell you’re full of shit.” Theo challenged, raising a brow at the younger widow. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it and you can get back out there.”

“I got hit by a shot,” Yelena shook her head a second time. “Really, no biggie.” 

“Here —” Theo gestured for Yelena to remove her hand from her arm. “—Let me see.”

With a begrudging sigh, Yelena reluctantly moved her hand away from the injury.

When it immediately started to bleed, Theo pressed her hand up to the wound. She focused her energy, white runes making her way beneath Theo’s palm as the magic stitched Yelena’s skin back together.

“What happened to you?” Yelena peered at Theo’s face as she worked, the light of the billboards and flames illuminating the area around them.

“I got distracted and punched in the face. It’s not a big deal,” Theo shrugged, lifting her gaze from the wound to scan the area for additional threats. 

“Are you going to heal yourself?” Yelena questioned, eyes darting between Theo’s face and her glowing white hand.

“Can’t - it’s like a surgeon can’t operate on themselves. It looks worse than it feels though,” Theo replied absentmindedly, watching as the last bits of Yelena’s skin closed up. “Alright, you’re set. Now go fuck some people up.”

“Thanks!” Yelena took off, almost gleeful as she launched herself back into the fight.

If only Theo enjoyed the absolute insanity of combat like Yelena did… Then again, that was probably what made Yelena such a great assassin. She downright thrived in environments like that.

Rolling her shoulders a couple times, Theo embraced the opportunity provided by her relatively shielded location to catch a breath and regain her focus; once she felt ready, she got back on her feet and followed Yelena’s lead.

I bet I met you in a past life And do you travel alone What're you living like? Go on, go on, well What're you thinking about  On those late nights? And when you listen in close,  What's it sound like?

After what felt like a lifetime of fighting with everything she had in her, Theo could have sworn they’d finally started to make progress when a message came through the comms.

“I need help—” Bucky choked out, his voice crackling through the intercom, “—Loki’s down!”

Somehow, all it took was two simple words for Theo’s anger to vanish, while something deeply unsettling replaced it, twisting frantically in her gut.

“I’m fine!” Loki groaned, though the way his words slightly slurred didn’t help his case.

“Bullshit,” Bucky retorted, “You can’t even walk!”

Theo searched around frantically, the smoke from cars on fire obscuring more and more of her vision. “Where are you?”

“I can heal mysel—” Loki weakly tried to butt in, but Bucky was louder. “—By the MTV screen!”

Without a second thought, Theo teleported herself over to the area, then sprinted towards the sound of two men bickering. She rounded the corner of a burned-out vehicle husk, her feet stuttering as she came to a sudden halt.

Loki sat on the ground, clutching his side as he leaned against the dingy steel frame of what once had been a car. Sitting might have been a generous term; if anything, it looked more like he had been propped up against the car by Bucky, who had both hands pressed against Loki’s thigh in an attempt to stop some of the bleeding. Loki looked out at the world from beneath heavy eyelids, his head slightly listing from side to side as he looked at Bucky.  All the color had drained from his skin, appearing almost translucent beneath the smoky grime all over his body. Despite gritting his teeth, he breathed as though he’d run a marathon - short, quick bursts of breath that were shallow at best. Around him, discolored pavement reflected back the lights of the billboards; with a shudder, Theo realized it was likely his blood that stained the ground. 

Theo dropped to her knees, scouring Loki’s body for other signs of injury. A large gash crossed over Loki’s temple and across his forehead, in addition to whatever injury Loki covered with his hands and the wound Bucky applied pressure to. While she looked him over, she pressed a finger to his wrist; finding only a faint, yet frenetic pulse, Theo cursed under her breath, then reached up to feel for his pulse in the crook of his neck. When the result proved to be similar, she began to pry Loki’s hand from his side so she could see the wound.

“I do not require your assistance,” Loki hissed, glaring at her as she worked. His normally sharp, sea-glass green eyes struggled to focus, taking on a sort of glassiness. “I will be fine.”

“There’s no way you’re healing this on your own,” Theo replied, swatting away Loki’s hands when he tried to put them back over the wound. Just a quick glance was enough to determine that the side wound likely contributed to most of the blood around them, so Theo took over placing pressure on the injury. “—especially not in this state.”

“You’ve no idea of my capabilities,” Loki attempted a protest, but it came out as more of a mumble.

Next to Theo, Bucky rolled his eyes. Clearly she wasn’t the only one who didn’t buy Loki’s argument whatsoever.

“Generally speaking, no I don’t, but right now I have a pretty damn good idea what you can and can’t do.” Theo muttered, ignoring Loki as she pressed a bit harder on the side wound. At least by leaning in on the snark, it was easier to hide the rapidly growing worry in her chest. “Seriously, Casper has a better complexion than you do. How did this happen?” 

“One of those shadow bastards,” Loki huffed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. 

The movement shifted his weight off balance; he listed towards the right, torso sliding over until he started to tip—

Theo shot her other hand out, catching Loki’s shoulder before he hit the ground. 

At the sudden change of position, Loki’s eyes flew open with surprise. Strangely, he didn’t protest as Theo eased him down to the ground, then nudged him to draw his uninjured leg up and bend his knee.

“A claw? A bite? I need more than that,” Theo said, before pressing on her comm to activate it. “I need medics for an evac by the MTV sign as soon as possible - note that the area is not yet secured.”

“Neither,” Loki weakly replied.”They looked to be one of the beings from the gala, but their attire differed from the others. Struck me with two blades.”

Shit.

Most of the handlers Theo had encountered throughout the fight hadn’t been anywhere near the level of challenge that the very first handler had been. What if there was some form of hierarchy, and Loki happened to come into contact with one of the more powerful fighters— would they be focused on something else? Or, like the handler from the Met Gala, use the opportunity to ambush Theo?

Theo lifted her head, frantically searching for any sign that the person who did this to Loki was in their proximity.

“Medic is in transit, eta 3 minutes.” A voice came through the comms, but the update offered barely any relief. With wounds like Loki’s, time was of the essence - it wasn’t just about stopping the bleeding, but about replenishing the blood that had already been lost. He needed surgery to properly close the wounds and assess for possible organ damage, particularly in the case of the side wound. 

Fuck it— Theo needed to heal him, even if she wasn’t sure she had enough energy to do so. Loki could be salty about it later.

Theo focused her attention, delicate white runes revealing themselves on her skin as a white glow emanated from beneath her hands. She closed her eyes, willing her magic into Loki’s wound. The injury cut deep enough that if he had been a random human, he would have been long-dead. She set about stemming the blood loss through connecting the major veins that had been severed, her head throbbing more and more from every connection she made.

“Stop–” Loki commanded with a surprising ferocity, tugging one of Theo’s hands away from his injury.

It wasn’t until the flow of her magic had been interrupted that Theo noticed a wet, sticky warmth beneath her nose and tasted iron in her mouth. “Damn,” Theo muttered, quickly wiping her nosebleed on her sleeve before she brought her hand back and reapplied pressure to his side

“Do not dare incapacitate yourself for me.” Loki glared at Theo, though in his weakened state it wasn’t exactly threatening.

“Loki, my job is to make sure people don’t die, and right now, you’re dying,” Theo countered, “You’re literally going into shock from blood loss - you’re so pale you’re translucent, your eyes are glassy, you’re struggling to stay upright, you’re cold and clammy, you’re hyperventilating— between giving myself a migraine and having you bleed out in the middle of Times Square, I don’t even need to think about what my decision is going to be, and you’re in no shape to stop me.”

Before Loki could muster up a response, pounding footsteps and the squeaking wheels of a stretched echoed out amidst the fighting. Theo turned her attention towards the sound to find a team of medics, accompanied by Natasha, approaching the group. 

“Thank fucking god,” Theo whispered, more to herself than anything. She gathered herself as best she could while the medics closed the final gap; as soon as they arrived, Theo skipped any formal greeting so that they could complete the handoff report and get Loki out of there as soon as possible. 

Yet, right before Theo finished explaining what she managed to heal with magic to the medics, the commotion of a new fight breaking out nearby added to the chaos, drawing Loki’s limited attention away from the group hovering around him.

“--Managed to close–”

“--There–” Loki interrupted, trying to sit up and point toward the fighting, only for a medic to place one hand on his chest and stop him.  “—That’s the one–”

Theo whipped around to see for herself.

Her blood, once boiling with fury, turned to ice…

… Fighting Bucky was someone clad in attire similar to the person Theo killed at the Met Gala; however, the cloak seemed a bit shorter, the octarine eyes from before were absent, and onyx hair fell in front of the person’s face as they fought. The person moved with a hauntingly familiar sort of grace that Theo hadn’t seen in a long time, countering Bucky’s attacks with nimble, agile steps and maneuvers that made one of the world’s most deadly assassins look like a lumbering fool in comparison.

No, it wasn’t–

“Take over, I’m going after them.” Theo commanded. She didn’t look back or wait for a reaction before she launched herself in the direction of the fight. Her heart pounded in her ears once more as she charged forward, inserting herself into the action by blocking a slash aimed at Bucky with her own shadow blade. 

A glint of amethyst flashed beneath the hood of the cloak as the person froze; Theo took advantage of the pause and twisted her wrist around, knocking her opponent’s blade to the ground. 

“Who are you?” Theo demanded, shifting into an offensive stance as she readied herself to attack. 

The handler mirrored Theo’s movement, though without the confidence or recklessness of the being that Theo previously fought. For a moment, the lights from flashing billboards and fires left in the wake of fighting illuminated the bottom half of the person’s face, and Theo’s pulse quickened.

Their mouth hung slightly agape, lips painted a deep crimson that contrasted ivory skin; whoever it was, they seemed surprised by Theo’s appearance, which only raised more questions. 

“No,” They whispered, their voice cracking at the end. Chest heaving, they took one halting step back, then another–

— and broke into a sprint in the opposite direction.

Theo gave chase, a bloodhound after a fox in the night. Her target darted between other fighters, using magic to shove burning car frames and other obstacles in Theo’s way, but Theo used her own magic to clear the path once more. 

The other person came to a sudden halt in the middle of the square. Burning cars and neon lights lit the area behind them, casting them as a silhouette amidst an apocalyptic scene. They turned back, facing Theo as she began to close the distance. Theo picked up her pace, locked onto her target–

—but in a flash of swirling runes, the other person vanished into the night, and with them, the remaining adversaries disappeared.

Theo slowed down to a jog, stopping only when she arrived at the space abandoned by the handler. She bent forward, resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath and looked around, even though her gut told her it was pointless – whoever it was, they were gone.

“Fuck!” Theo snarled at no one and threw her blade on the ground. She covered her face with both hands and scrubbed her skin, trying to contain her frustration before it raised too many eyebrows. 

She should have been happy that the fight was over. No more casualties, no more injuries, they could clean up and repair the damage… but she wasn’t. If anything, it only set her off even more.

Because in their wake, all the shadow handler left were more questions and a sinking pit of dread where Theo’s heart would normally be.

With two cracks in my skull I can see the moon laying real low So when you lay in bed Do you smile about who you're laying with? Are you weak in your knees? I don't give a shit, you're coming out with me You're better than you've ever known Darling, who are your friends? Who are your foes?

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Author’s Note: *walks in two months late with Starbucks and  a chapter update* hi everyone — it has been a HOT minute! I’m still here and still writing this story… the tl;dr version is I had a very different plan for this chapter but just couldn’t get it right, so I took a step back to figure out why and I realized that a few things needed to happen in a different order, which required a moderate amount of work on the back end… however! I am much happier with the result and hopefully y’all will enjoy it as well. 

Originally, I hoped to post this yesterday for the one and only @sarahscribbles birthday, but of course my brain wouldn’t cooperate… but we made it (eventually)!  Go wish Sarah a happy belated birthday, and check out her fics if you haven’t already - she’s a wonderful Loki writer who deserves lots of love and celebration! 

Next chapter will come much sooner, I promise - I have most of it already written! Not committing to a date (yet), but I imagine in the next week or two it should be posted. 

As always, I love to hear your thoughts and reactions! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.