#falling skies whump

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Tom Mason Whump | Falling Skies

¡Viva la revolución!

1x01 Live and Learn - Near explosions x2, tinnitus pain (brief), emotional, angry/protective (Hal) 1x02 The Armory - Hostage, held at gunpoint x4, threatened, angry, (Weaver denies helping) 1x03 Prisoners of War - Knocked unconscious (explosion), bloody forehead, worried (Hal), [soloing a skitter; punched x3, knocked down, pinned, exhausted/hyperventalating] 1x07 Sanctuary Pt.2 - Betrayed, held at gunpoint, hostage 1x08 What Hides Beneath - Worried about Weaver 1x09 Mutiny - Worried (Ben), not trusted by Weaver/betrayed x2, held at gunpoint x2, arrested, angry, pinned, thrown, manhandled, choked 1x10 Eight Hours - Sacrifice/abducted

2x01 Worlds Apart - Shot, collapse, weak, unconscious, bleeding out, surgery, [flashback; trapped, thrown x3, electrocuted x2, knocked unconscious, punched x2] fever, emergency surgery, emotional 2x02 Shall We Gather at the River? - Skitter nightmare x2, paranoid, angry outburst, eye bleeding, collapse, seizure, extreme pain, extremely painful parasite removal, freaking out/held down, bleeding, paranoid, voluntarily restrained, sacrifice, thought dead 2x03 Compass - Betrayed/kidnapped, alien discrimination/not trusted, [Pope fist-fight ; uppercut, headlocked, headslamed innto wall, thrown, decked off balcony/onto car, slammed, kicked x3], limping 2x06 Homecoming - Calls Glass Rebecca (yikes), anxiety being leader 2x07 Molon Labe - Nearly exploded x2, emotional goodbye 2x08 Death March - Depressed, blister (05:00), devastated 2x09 The Price of Greatness - Angry, forced dictatorship, arrested 2x10 A More Perfect Union - Re-arrested, captured, tortured/electrocuted, scared, tinnitus pain

3x04 At All Costs - Gutpunched, pinned, plane crash 3x05 Search and Recover - Plane crash cont., unconscious, coughing, hunted, tripped, pope arguments x10 (secretly bonding), talks about abusive drunk father, pope fight, punched x3, kicked, decked over a log, headbutted, jumps down waterfall, punched, broken ankle, great pain, given up, being meanie x2, cold and alone, collapse, shleeping for 2 days 3x06 Be Silent and Come Out - Broken ankle cont./cane, desperate, [taken hostage; held at gunpoint, car crashed, cane-less/dragged, pain x2, punched, ankle stepped on, shot at, 3x07 The Pickett Line - Ambushed/held at gunpoint x3 3x08 Strange Brew - [[???; confused x1000, ominous Weaver appearances x5, affair confrontation, hallucination (mirror), frustrated, dissociating, learns the truth] intense pain/eye attatchment x2, saved, knocked unconscious], choked, jumps from 'balcony', heartbroken, sobbing, hallucinating 3x09 Journey to Xilbalba - Angry, grieving, knocked down (explosion), trapped underground. betrayed 3x10 Brazil - 'Betrayed', punched/thrown, detained, skitter punch, great pain, scared

4x01 Ghost in the Machine - Trapped, seperated, caught in explosion, tinnitus, pain, passes out, imprisoned, abandoned/betrayed 4x02 The Eye - Knocked down, thrown, wanted man, gives himself up 4x03 Exodus - Cornered, jumps from explosion, Pope bro-hug :) 4x04 Evolve or Die - Targetted/tackled 4x05 Mind Wars - Knocked unconscious, kidnapped, held at gunpoint, punched x2 4x06 Door Number Three - Worried, dissociating, feels betrayed 4x07 Saturday Night Massacre - Betrayed, emotionally hurt, guilt, reckless, trapped under rubble, bleeding 4x08 A Thing With Feathers - Missing, trapped under rubble cont., arm caught in mouth, zapped, panic, living virus, passes out, tourniquet, extreme pain, sling 4x09 Till Death Do Us Part - Sling, Glass argument, shot at, trapped, surrounded by fire 4x10 Drawing Straws - Emotional 4x11 Space Oddity - Pain from fast acceleration, low life support, freezing, cocooned, vomiting, angry, (chat, is this real?), confused, gaslit, (it was in fact, not real), falls, punched 4x12 Shoot the Moon - Knocked down, head bleeding, ship caught in shockwave, thrown, lost in space, confused

5x01 Find Your Warrior - Emotional, lost, surrounded, rage-fueled/acting strange, hallucinating, alien bug bite 5x02 Hunger Pains - Bug bite non-stop bleeding, hallucinating, acting strange 5x03 Hatchlings - Dissociating (38:30), guilt 5x04 Pope Breaks Bad - Chased by bugs, trapped, very angry confrontation, suicidal, hallucinating 5x05 Non-Essential Personnel - Hallucinating, leg shot, limp 5x06 Respite - Bandaged/stitched, unconscious, hallucinating, panic, cane 5x07 Everybody Has Their Reasons - Surrounded at gunpoint, HORROR EPISODE BTW, angry, arrested, sentenced to death 5x08 Stalag 14th Virginia - Imprisoned 5x09 Reunion - Hallucinating, tricked TWICE, thrown, choked, used as human-shield 5x10 Reborn - Trapped/divided by rubble, pinned, impaled, blood being withdrawn, sobbing

[1whump-dump1]

Falling Skies Season 1 Episode 3.

(The fourth gif has my heart)

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Falling Skies 2x02

Tom Mason just returned from 3 months of imprisonment and torture. But right away he gets paranoid that he's been compromised.

Ah, Noah Wyle you always give us such good whumpy characters. *Chef's Kiss*

[staydandy]

Falling Skies (2011) - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Tom Mason, a former history professor, becomes the second-in-command of the 2nd Massachusetts Militia Regiment, a group of civilians and fighters fleeing Boston following an alien invasion that devastated the world. (Wiki)

Whumpee : Tom Mason played by Noah Wyle

Country : 🇺🇸 America

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • The episode list is formatted season-episode : 00-00

Episodes on List : 3 Total Episodes : 52 Total Seasons : 5

*Spoilers below*

02-02 : Tom collapses & seizes

03-05 : Tom is in a plane crash with Pope, they have to jump a cliff to get away from skitters (six-legged alien beings), Tom hurts his ankle & has to be left behind

05-06 : Tom, wounded, is saved by a small farm family

[defectivehero]

"Don't touch me," the villain hisses, writhing in the hero's arms as they're unwillingly carried around.

"Would you prefer if I dropped you?" The hero hums, their eyes set on the skies ahead. "Left you to fall thirteen stories and collide with the pavement? That's certainly an option." They shrug.

"You wouldn't dare," the villain claims with manufactured confidence. Truthfully, their heart is racing in their chest as the two of them soar higher and higher in the sky. They have never quite trusted their enemy—and for good reason. Their morality runs rather grey for a hero, and the villain wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they took advantage of their momentary weakness to cause them even more pain.

The hero shrugs in response to the villain's accusation. Meanwhile, the villain clings on a little tighter, resolutely ignoring the laughter rumbling in their enemy’s chest.

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[buddierecs]

hurt/comfort buddie fics.

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

a leaf falls on loneliness (highly recommend this fic!!) by: iimpossible_things "buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “i’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. really, he doesn’t. the 118 has too many good, kind people for that. but every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to eddie or bobby or hen or chim, he hears eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.” —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting— so each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence." word count: 11k important tags: angst, fluff, happy ending, orginal male character blue skies by: spaceprincessem "buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down" word count: 36k important tags: my sisters keeper au, original characters, ptsd, nightmares, emotional whump, evan buckley break down, getting together and i'm not good at winning fights anymore by: spaceprincessem "five times buck needs to feel eddie's heartbeat and the one time eddie needs to feel his" word count: 24k important tags: 5+1 things, whump, protective!eddie diaz, getting together, soft boys in love, ptsd give your heart and soul to charity by: 42hrb "eddie dumps god, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself" word count: 12k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, pov eddie diaz, character study, catholic guilt, therapy, pining, getting together i could find you darling, in any life by: justhockey "buck and eddie meet in afghanistan. it changes everything." word count: 27k important tags: diferent first meeting au, army!eddie diaz, navy seal!evan buckley, emotional infidelity, slow burn, hurt/comfort, love confessions catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown" word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, mental/emotional breakdown, bobby nash as evan buckley parent, multiple pov stay by: soft_satan buck’s voice was soft and hesitant, but full of patience when he finally spoke again. “did I do something to upset you, chris? i can leave—” "no!” chris whirled on him, a complete shift from the standoffish vibe he had been giving a second ago. the tears he bravely held back finally broke free from his eyes, sliding down his rosy cheeks from behind his glasses. he shook his head vehemently, the yellow crayon falling to the table. “no, I’m not mad. please…” his words turned to whimpers, his lip trembling. “please don’t leave me too.” word count: 31k important tags: whump, angst, family feels, found family, getting together, team as family

habits by: whileyouresleeping "buck's not sure what's going on when eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's a thing, and it's a thing buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant." word count: 4.9k important tags: tooth-rotting fluff, mild hurt/comfort stick with you by soft_satan "eddie licked his dry lips as he reached for his radio, trying to keep his movements slow and delicate to prevent any more damage to himself or buck. “diaz to captain nash.” “go for nash,” came bobby’s quick reply. “you two okay? where are you?” “we’re in a bit of a sticky situation here…” “we’re a shish kabob, cap!” buck chimed in. eddie rolled his eyes" word count: 5.9k important tags: impalements, whump, getting together, love confessions, hurt!buddie still by: brewsrosemilk "for the first time, buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. dirt to dig at. a door to break through. something. there’s nothing. “your guess was correct, diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “you’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. don’t shift. when you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." word count: 9.3k important tags: near death experience, love confessions, happy ending, first kiss

be my baby (i'll look after you) by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck finally breaks down after fixing everyone but himself" word count: 1.5k important tags: nightmares, ptsd, panic attacks, pet names, cuddling, pre-relationship, almost love confession i was made for you by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck’s taking care of christopher while eddie is in texas when chris gets sick and has to get surgery." word count: 5.3k important tags: sick!christopher diaz, parent evan buckley, hospitals, bobby nash is evan buckley's parent, getting together, 118 crew as family i know you're hurting (but so am i) by: justhockey "eddie understands better than maybe anyone else ever could, how it feels to have everything unravel in the palm of your hands. he knows frustration - he knows fury. he’s painfully familiar with that burning rage that crackles in the tips of your fingers, that makes your skin hot and chest tight, and makes you want to punch anyone that dares to even look at you. but that doesn’t give chim the right to lay a damn hand on buck" word count: 3.7k important tags: ptsd, feelings realisation, protective!eddie diaz, communication, 5x04 coda of bikes and concussions by: datleggy "buck gets into an accident on his way to work in the morning, and before he can explain why he's late, he gets thoroughly chewed out and the rest of his day goes way downhill from there." word count: 7.6k important tags: injured!evan buckley, misunderstandings, father-son relationship (buck and bobby), team as family it's okay by: itsmylifekay "buck gets hurt on a call and doesn’t tell anyone." word count: 11k important tags: injury, dissociation, buck needs a hug love language by: whileyouresleeping "eddie's love language is acts of service, and buck doesn't totally get it." word count: 6.4k important tags: mild hurt/comfort, pining, fluff, friends to lovers don't go without me by: ingu "there was a snap, and a crack, and buck was suddenly weightless. the car, the tree, eddie, everything was falling. buck was falling. falling." word count: 31k important tags: major character injury, pining, team as family, whump, love confessions, getting together accidental (please check tw!!) by: rosefield "post lawsuit, buck accidentally cuts his arm. he decides that maybe not getting help is best for everyone." word count: 36k important tags: depression, suicide attempt, post-lawsuit, worried!eddie diaz, happy ending

check out the recs for mature rating hurt/comfort fics :) explicit rating hurt/comfort fics

[katyawriteswhump]

Omega Found, Omega Lost, part 1

Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 1/5; WC: 2372 Rating: M (will be E in later parts); Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. For whumptober 2024, day 1 prompts: race against the clock, search party, panic attack.

Summary: Newly presented Omega, Steve, gets lost in a storm while out searching for Dustin. Unclaimed and un-mated, he's vulnerable to any predatory Alpha... but he can trust Eddie Munson, right? Whump, whump, whump but also shameless fluff!

Billion x thank you to @wheneverfeasible who kindly enabled the omega-verse fun <3<3<3

Chapter 1: Race against the clock (also here on Ao3)

Steve parked up on the edge of the forest and wandered out, wondering which of the noisy search parties he should tag along with. Icy drizzle lashed his glowing cheeks. The skies churned with clouds that resembled purple-black bruises. The winter storm brewing was nearly as intense as the shitstorm over the missing pups.

"Steve?” Chief Hopper left the group he’d been bossing around and thundered over. “What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Steve wrapped his arms tight around himself. Being yelled at by the most Alpha Alpha in the town pack was super-scary. He lifted his chin defiantly. "Dustin is my friend. I can’t stay on the bench for this."

"Don’t be a fool. Loan Alphas roam these woods at night. You know that, kid. You fall out of step, get left behind? You’re a stripling unmated Omega—you do the math.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lone Alphas are animals who’d as soon spit-roast me alive as hump me. I’ve heard the scary bedtime stories so many times they genuinely make me doze off. Anyhow, they’d be freakin’ brain-dead, evolutionary full-stop Alphas to be skulking around for kicks on a night like this. 

Steve didn’t say any of that, of course. He mumbled towards his boots, “I could come with you?” 

"I can't be looking out for Hawkins’ mouthiest, most hothead Omega, when…"

Steve was never going to win. Even his trump-card reason for joining the search—the walkie-talkie he’d been trying to contact Dustin on for hours—was summarily dismissed.

“We have Lucas’s radio,” said Hopper. “He’s helping with the search.”

“Sinclair? Seriously?” Steve barely kept the whine from his voice. “He’s a pup! Look, I can take care of—"

"Omega, go home."

Steve’s breath jammed in his lungs. Hopper’s deep rumbling growl was pretty much inarguable. As was the arm Hopper slung around him to guide him back toward his car.

Steve drove off. He was so goddamn frustrated, and the worry inside him made his stomach churn as wildly as the clouds. He was nearly home before he slammed to a halt, tyres screeching and skidding.

Screw them all! He was an Omega, not a freakin’ pushover, plus there were pups in danger. Okay, not his pups, and in fact only a few years younger than him. That was total irrelevance. It was his duty as much as anybody’s to look out for them. In fact, presenting as Omega had been a goddamn relief, explaining a lot about his protective instincts toward younger kids.

Oh, and also about Eddie Munson, who’d presented as Alpha the year before Steve presented Omega. 

Simply thinking about Eddie stirred something wild in the pit of his belly. Eddie had been hitting on him, and yeah, Steve was interested. But was Eddie serious?

Eddie Munson never seemed quite serious about anything. Plus, Steve’s parents totally didn’t approve of him… and Steve had no capacity to worry about that mind-fuck tonight.

Dustin was missing. Obsessing over Eddie was making him confused and even more stressed-out, when he ought to be super-pumped to find his younger friend.

He drove back to the fringes of the forest then retrieved his walkie-talkie from the glove compartment. He wrapped himself up in woolly mittens and a scarf—newly knitted by his dad, so it was soft and springy and smelled comfortingly of home—and stomped off in the direction of Skull Rock. He’d a hunch that Dustin was with his girlfriend, so there was a small chance they’d moseyed in that direction, and then…

…Christ, he couldn’t bear to think what might’ve happened.

Steve gritted his teeth against the biting wind. Under the twilight, the fresh snow looked magical, like sweet frosting on the naked branches. He didn’t enjoy it for long. Soon, he waded through drifts that rose to his knees, the dampness soaked through his clothes and seeped into his bones. 

Worse, he wasn’t sure where he was.

He got out his flashlight. Dammit. He figured he knew this part of the forest like the back of his hand. Everything looked crazily different in the snow.

His breath grew short, and the cold burned his chest. Crap, he was scared, but he couldn’t surrender to it. He pulled out his walkie-talkie, removed his mittens to work the thing: “Dustin? Do you copy, you little shit?”

“Steve? Yeah! I copy! Holy crap, you have literally no idea! I’m fiiine, but there was this mammouth search, and…” Fuzzy white noise interrupted Dustin’s voice. Steve caught more snatches: “Suzie… cake… hot chocolate…” 

More white noise. Then nothing. Steve dialled madly, seeking an open channel.

“Dustin? Dustin! Anybody? Do you copy? What the heck? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Please, come back!”

His radio was dead. Totally dead.

“Shit… Shit!”

The cold stiffened his fingers, hampering his efforts to get it working again. Night shrouded the forest completely, save the occasional flash of a near full moon between the fast-moving clouds. 

Oh God. Oh God. This isn’t happening. I’ve got to get home. I’ve got to get home! 

He pulled his mittens back on, smothered his face in his sodden scarf. He could barely glean the reassuring scent. Madly waving his flashlight around didn’t help, as the snow had healed over his footfalls already. Rooting himself to the spot, his mind began seizing up.

Oh help! Oh God… I can’t… can’t! Not by myself… I can’t… I need… Oh shiiiiiit!

Eddie Munson popped into his head.

Which was kinda screwball, but he’d take it. It wasn’t exactly a vision of Eddie, more of a feeling: an idea of Eddie’s body enveloping him, which set warmth glowing beneath his chilled skin. Steve wiped his eyes, shook himself as if waking from a dream. 

Deep breaths. You can do this, Harrington.

The wind had been behind him on his way, right? Okay, so he had to fight against it to return to his car. He set off, wishing the nasty-ass air would stay still, rather than battering him with slap after slap, much like his increasingly negative thoughts: 

Oh Jesus, he was an idiot! 

He couldn’t even follow his Omega instincts correctly without screwing the hell up. Maybe it would be different if he had an Alpha who wanted to mate with him, rather than dumb teen crushes. If he had a nest of his own, to feather for his pups. Oh God! Was he gonna freeze to death, or…

Oh, shit, shit, shit!

When he was home and safe, it was easy to laugh off scare stories about rogue Alphas. Right now, all he could think of was Tommy H, cackling in his face when he’d first presented Omega:

“You are gonna fuck this up so bad, Harrington. You’re such an airhead, you’ll wind up chained in some cave, breeding machine and fuck toy, till you’re not so pretty, and then…”

SNAP!

For a fleeting heartbeat, the sound alone shocked Steve, ripping him from his fearful thoughts.

Then the searing pain in his ankle tore up his leg and spine, and all but fried his brain.

He collapsed onto his butt in the snow, dropping his flashlight. He blinked through the gloom at the snare around his outstretched left leg. He’d walked straight into an old hunters’ trap or…

Maybe this is how those lone Alphas snare their victims?

The pain gathered pace, forcing him into gasping sobs. He was so cold. So scared. No more than a husk of quivering flesh. He huddled into a ball, small as possible, apart from his trapped and bleeding leg. It felt like every nerve and tendon was being ripped and chewed, over and over, by razor-sharp teeth, while cold gnawed hungrily through the rest of him.

When he tried to think, panic throttled him afresh. All he could do was feel, and all he felt was the all-consuming scorching of the fire and the ice, and… something else… another unendurable agony… a desperate yearning:

Please, Eddie… Alpha… Help me?

…

A strange gut feeling propelled Eddie to go open the door of the trailer. 

Fuck, it was cold! He stepped out, closed the door behind him, and squinted into the darkness. 

To be fair, Eddie liked the snow, and he never felt the cold or the heat too bad. Something about growing up in the trailer, he guessed—ball-shrivelling frigid in the winter, and sweatier in the summer than the contents of his snuggest leather pants.

Then Eddie smelt it, striking through the icy air like lightning. 

Fear. Blood! An Omega in trouble? Yes. And not just any Omega. This was the Omega he’d been crazy about for months. Okay, yeah, Steve had been playing kinda macho, hard to get. On the other hand, Eddie perceived that, deep down, Steve was plain scared of him, and he wasn’t sure how to make that right.

He nearly fled straight into the forest. Then he checked himself and went back inside to throw on a warm jacket and grab a flashlight. Steve was in trouble, crying and vulnerable. Eddie had to find him before some meathead Alpha—or lowlife Beta—got their filthy claws into him.

“Hold on, Baby. I’m a comin’.”

The journey passed in a blur. He muscled his way through the snow like he was the goddamn Hulk, not a rookie Alpha of barely a year, with a slender-for-an-Alpha frame. Before long, the scent that drew him grew overwhelming. Steve’s for sure. Blood, tears and naked fear dampened his usual delicious musk, which was like bananas and cream mingled with something even more potent and “grabby-handy.” 

Yup, Steve usually smelt as addictive as the finest weed he’d ever supped.

Eddie now stood dead still. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled, while he swept his flashlight beam across the snow, and then, “Steve!”

Eddie flung himself forward to where Steve was huddled. The white stuff smothered Steve so completely that, without the scent, Eddie could’ve missed him. Eddie dumped his flashlight and blanketed himself around Steve, shielding him from the storm. Steve tensed, whimpered, and struggled slightly, almost elbowing Eddie off. Eddie braced him tighter, rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Sssssh, it’s okay, Baby. It’s me. It’s Eddie. I gotcha, I gotcha.”

It pained Eddie to unwind himself even as far as he needed to examine the terrified Omega.

“H-hurts,” whispered Steve, curling into Eddie, burrowing his face into Eddie’s chest. Eddie carefully roamed his hands down Steve’s body, checking for injuries.

His gaze alighted on the dark stains in the snow around Steve’s ankle.

And the metal hunter’s snare, lying by Steve’s leg and half-lost in a drift.

Steve’s hands were bare and bleeding too. Obviously, he’d somehow pried the thing off. Eddie’s blood boiled, while a terrible collapsing sensation in his chest seemed to tell him he’d failed already. 

“P-please don’t eat me,” Steve murmured. “Please help me.”

“Stevie?” He touched his knuckles to Steve’s pale cheek, captured a gaze fogged with pain and fear. “Look at me! Hey? Not gonna hurt you. Jesus, you know that, right?”

Steve kinda nodded, comprehension glinting, then his face crumpled completely, and he started to weakly cry. Eddie folded him against his chest, trying not to move his injured leg then gently tucked Steve’s injured hands under the folds of his jacket.

He must stop any bleeding, and get Steve out of here before he froze to death. The wind whooped ever harder through the trees, the snow battered them in horizontal gusts, and worse, Eddie was rattled, too.

Eddie Munson had never been a hero. 

Right outta the gate, this lousy, hierarchical world had conditioned him to be an outcast, a reject. A nothing. On the other hand, presenting as an Alpha had made some sense to him. After all, each time the world dealt him a crappy card, which was pretty much every day, he’d always been able to flip the bird and cackle like a maniac in its force-conformity face.

Right now, though, he was bordering on losing his shit. And Alphas weren’t supposed to do that, right?

Focus, Munson. First, you need to calm and comfort him.

He gathered Steve closer, so the Omega was huddled halfway into his lap, his head tucked on Eddie’s shoulder. Then Eddie dipped to rub his face in the curve of Steve’s neck—yup, right on that tantalizingly unbroken mating gland—dousing him in his scent. All the while, he shushed and soothed him, till Steve’s whimpers disintegrated into soft sighs.

Then he kept on gently rocking and cuddling him.

Steve’s breaths beat against Eddie's throat, and he sensed the too-fast patter of the Omega's heart. Boy, Steve aced at presenting tough. Right now, stripped bare, Eddie saw only how goddamn fragile he truly was.

“Thank you, Alpha,” murmured Steve, startling Eddie, “D-doesn’t hurt so much. Not c-cold anymore. Can’t feel my leg.”

Okay, that was a touch disturbing.

Once again, Eddie forced himself to focus. Which was harder than ever. This was the first time any Omega had called him Alpha, let alone one he was dippy about. If things were different, he’d have been howling ecstatically toward the next glimpse of the moon. Oh, and revelling in Steve’s ethereal prettiness, the shadow of those long lashes across his porcelain cheek, and the faintest vibration of the Omega’s purrs.

There was also the problematic fact that his knee-jerk notion of ‘comfort’ had been to douse Steve in his scent.

Good call, Munson. Douse first. Think later. When your dick’s gonna do most of the thinking for you.

Nope. This wasn’t a good time for his inner Alpha to dump him with a boner: “Okay, Baby, I’m gonna bind up your ankle, and then I’m gonna get you home.”

“Too tired. Want to sleep here. St-stay here with you.”

Yeah. Then we both die, Sweetheart.

Eddie pressed his lips to Steve’s temple. He thumbed Steve’s damp hair from those huge, befuddled eyes, and let his more protective Alpha instincts lead him:

“You gotta stay awake, Omega,” he growled. “Your Alpha is gonna take care of you, but you gotta come with me and do exactly what I say.”

Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 2 on AO3

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[lewmagoo]

Hello Leah!!

I bring forth ¹³⁾ skinned knees from the whump list for million dollar man Rhett,, I need silver fox cowboy in a biblical way

it was a beautiful autumn day. not too hot, not too cold, while the sun shone brilliantly in the blue skies. eager to take advantage of the weather, rhett had planned a picnic just for the two of you. he had taken it upon himself to prepare and pack all the food, insisting he wanted to take care of you and that you shouldn’t have to lift a finger to do any of the work. all that left you to do was get ready and then sit pretty at the kitchen table while you waited for him to put the finishing touches into the picnic basket.

“y’ready, little darlin’?” he asked you, offering an expectant smile your way. you nodded, already rising from your seat, your own smile bright and vibrant on your face. oh, how he loved your smile, and the happiness that brimmed in your eyes. you’d come such a long way, since he’d first met you. he was so proud of you.

“i am! let’s go,” you replied. together, you headed outside to the truck, where he put the basket in the back before he came around to open the passenger door for you. after you were settled, he walked over to climb into his side, and in seconds, you were off. he’d chosen a location on the other side of the ranch. a sprawling pasture with good shade cover. on the drive over, he let his hand rest upon your thigh, and you sighed in content as you relaxed against your seat. he made you feel so safe and at ease.

as he drove across the property, you found yourself drifting into comfortable conversation, enjoying each other’s company. it was always like this with him. not only was he the love of your life, but he was also your best friend. he’d changed your life for the better.

“here we go. whatcha think of this spot?” his voice drew you from your daydreams about him, and you leaned forward to look out the truck window at the field. trees with shades of orange, red, and yellow framed the pasture. it was truly a breathtaking sight.

“oh, it’s perfect!” came your gleeful reply. rhett grinned and leaned over to kiss you before he pulled away and hopped out of the truck, rushing around to open your door for you. he took your hand and guided you out. once he’d shut the door behind you, he sauntered over to grab the picnic basket. once he had it balanced in the crook of his elbow, he set off toward the pasture. eagerly, you followed after him, bouncing on the balls of your feet. however, you failed to realize that the ground was uneven beneath you, and as you rushed forward, you misstepped, and caught your foot in a dip in the earth.

with a soft yelp, you went down. unable to grab anything to catch yourself, you landed on your knees, hard. immediately, sharp pain shot up your legs. ahead of you, rhett whirled around when he heard you fall. alarmed, he set the picnic basket down and hurried toward you. “woah, y’alright?” he asked, eyes searching. he bent down in front of you, hands reaching out. when you lifted your head, he could see the tears in your eyes. “oh, darlin’. c’mere.” he gently took your hands and guided you to your feet.

when you glanced down, you saw that your knees were bloodied, with bits of dirt and gravel marring the skin. the sight of the blood made you cry harder. you felt so silly, crying over skinning your knees. but if rhett thought it was silly, he made no indication of it. concern was written all over his face. “hey now, you’re alright. just some scrapes, nothin’ serious. let’s get ya cleaned up.” with his arm around your shoulders, he guided you over to the truck bed, where he opened the tailgate and helped you sit atop it. then he knelt before you and carefully examined your knees.

you sniffled as you watched him, trying to hold it together, but it grew increasingly more difficult. when he caught your tearful gaze, he rose to his full height and soothed you as he pulled you into his arms. “i’ve got ya, baby. i’m here.” he cradled you against his chest, comforting you, letting you cry. you soaked his shirt with your tears, and when they finally slowed, he pulled back, holding your face in his hands. as he wiped your tears away, he spoke. “s’alright to cry. i know that had to hurt.”

“i-it did,” you agreed, bottom lip quivering.

he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “i’m gonna grab the first aid kit from the glove box, alright? sit tight.” another kiss to the forehead before he walked away to grab the kit, pausing to retrieve a bottle of water from the picnic basket. when he returned, he lovingly tended to you, cleaning your scrapes with the water and bandaging them up. “there. good as new,” he said. then he bent to press a light kiss on each knee, and you couldn’t help but smile fondly, despite yourself.

“thank you, daddy,” you told him, partly unaware that you’d used the nickname. his comfort and care made you feel at ease enough to use it in this setting.

“you’re welcome, little darlin’.” he squeezed your hands. “think you’re good t’ walk now?” with a nod, you allowed him to guide you down to the ground. your knees still stung a little, so you allowed him to hold you against his side and lead you.

“thanks for taking care of me,” you murmured. you felt a little silly for the way you’d reacted, but rhett simply gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“y’know i’ll always take care of ya, baby doll.”

[whumping-valentine]

Content: Ocean Whump, Bloodloss, Shipwreck aftermath

       The air was warm and the winds blew cold against the skin, carrying with it specks of sand and the smell of the salty seaside. Whumpee laid dazed on the shore, squishy wet sand seeping through their squeezing fingertips. The waves crashed against them, lapping them over and over, until they finally woke up, grains of sand uncomfortably covering their whole body. In their hair, clothes, and even eyes as they attempted to wipe them out.

       They painfully blinked their eyes open, sand and salt not doing them any favors. The skies were dark and cloudy with not a speck of light shining through them. The grey heavens rumbled with thunder, soon to storm. Though that didn’t make much sense. It already did rain, the sailor thought as memories returned. They were shipwrecked in a sudden seastorm, a bit too sudden if you ask them. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The only thing that did is the now; they were alive.

       They took a breath, and with shaking arms they pushed themself to their stumbling feet, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Their head was pounding, keeping it low, their eyes squeezed shut as they held their hand to their forehead, limping across the beach in bare feet. They could feel raindrops begin to hit against them, so they opened their eyes and lifted their head. They jumped back in surprise, letting out a yelp. Directly in front of them stood a tall figure, wearing a cloak, face covered, pale knuckles clutching onto the wooden pole of a lantern they carried.

      The sailor furrowed their brow and blanked, wondering if it were some kind of hallucination. “Wha- who- who are yo—?”

       “You’re bleeding.” The figure said, cutting them off. Despite the lapping waves and falling rain, their voice sounded loud and isolated.

       “Wha- what? N-no I’m n—” The sailor refuted, but the figure used the stick end of the pole to pull back their black coat, revealing a large gash across their stomach.

       “There’s also a trail of blood behind you.” They said, and the sailor turned their head to look at the bloodsoaked shore, then back at the figure,  “You’re going to bleed out.”

Whumpee simply fell to their knees, too shocked at the sight of blood to process it. They fainted, and when they awoke a second time, they were laying on a firm, springy mattress, their wounds bandaged and soaked with blood. They moved, and winced at the pain in their abdomen, the shock wearing off as their body throbbed with various aches and pains.

"Careful now." The cloaked figure spoke, putting a hand to their chest as they pushed them back down, "Don't hurt yourself any further, you need to rest. You had a lot of nasty marks after that wreck. You're very lucky I was there."

"Where... where am I?"

"In my lighthouse. I'm the keeper here on these shores, and these shores have many stories to tell."

"All sailors, pirates, and lighthouse keepers have stories to tell. Such is the sea."

       “Mm, well I'm sure you have no stories like mine. Each storm here tells one. And they're much more than mere stories."

"How so?"

"The weather of this coast is caused by the merfolk. They rest in these waters, and can control the skies. They like to sink the ships of those who sail too deep into their turf. Like you."

       “Merfolk?” Whumpee scoffed, “Ah, great. My life is in the hands of a crazy lighthouse keeper.”

       “Lighthouse keeper, yes, but I’d think twice about calling me crazy.” They said as they proceeded to lay an old quilt overtop them. “For one, I ain’t crazy. For two, it’s as you said, your life is in my hands. I could leave you to bleed out on that shore if I really wanted to, it makes no difference to me. Though then again, I quite appreciate the company.”

       “Hmph. Well, thanks, I guess. No, just— thank you. I- I’m still a bit… dazed. That storm came out of nowhere.”

      “It’s as I said, sweet sailor. Merfolk don’t take too kindly to humans out here. They’re actually a kind of fairy, you know? Yeah. They ain't all what they appear to be. You can never be too careful out here. What’s your name, may I ask?”

       “Whumpee.” They whispered weakly, “What about you?”

       The lighthouse keeper pulled their mask down, and smiled, “Whumper.”

[bloodredfountainpen]

@juneofdoom day one:

“Help me” | failed escape | on the run | fetal position

Contains/CW: pet whump, bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, self dehumanization, failed escape, cuts, broken bone (arm), delirium, reference to torture

Original part here

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Master Liam screwed up.

That was the thought that rang through G-22985’s mind as he stared at the other end of his leash, the latch hanging off its hook. He could just leave, there was nothing stopping him from just walking off, nothing to stop him from running away.

He knew that Master Liam wouldn’t be back for hours, so he entered the trailer, which wasn’t allowed, but Master Liam wasn’t there to stop him, and he needed to do something about his many, many, open wounds. He painfully disinfected and then bandaged the cuts, then fastened a makeshift split around his broken front paw. Master Liam had smashed it with a hammer the other day as punishment for… something. G-22985 didn’t actually remember, but that was probably because of how much Master Liam liked to hit him in the head, which made his memory quite fuzzy at times.

Maybe I am just a stupid animal.

That thought crept into G-22985’s head as he tended to his wounds, even as he stood up on his hind paws for the first time in months and adored it, a voice at the back of his mind screamed at him that he was being bad.

Finally, after doing all he could for his injuries, G-22985 hesitantly crossed the threshold and headed into the woods.

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As if the skies themselves were scolding the runaway Pet, it had done nothing but rain for days. G-22985 didn’t know how long he’d been away, but he knew it had been at least a couple days, because the sun had set and risen more than once. He’d spent his time hiding under a rocky overhang trying to stay conscious. Despite the throbbing in his forepaw and all over his body, all of that was worth it, because it had been days since Master Liam had beaten him, a new record.

In a rare moment of strength, G-22985 found a sharp stone and began to saw away at his leather collar.

I… need… help, thought the runaway Pet. Once the collar finally snapped, he deliriously stumbled out of his shelter and headed toward civilization. The rain soaked through his fur and thin clothes as he struggled to stay upright. Tremors racked his body as he fought what he suspected was a raging fever, but still, he needed to keep moving.

What should I say if I find someone?…

‘I’ve run away from my Master and I need help?’…

They’d send me back to Master Liam, I’ll never eat again…

Shit, it hurts…

Everything hurts.

“Hey, hey you! Pet! Where’s your owner?”

Was… someone talking to G-22985? He looked around, vision blurred, and spotted a pair of hikers approaching him.

“Please, help me,” he managed to slur out before falling to his knees and losing consciousness, the last sensation was indistinct shouting and an unfamiliar hand on his head.

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G-22985 lay curled up where he’d started his misadventure. His bandages and splint had been confiscated, and new bruises adorning his skin. Shouting emanated from the trailer. Master Liam’s boss was in there with him, and G-22985 almost felt bad for Master Liam, who was having a new asshole torn by his graying superior. Almost. The words “more trouble than it’s worth” echoed clearly, and G-22985 knew he was done for.

When the white clad ModiPets employees came for the nearly catatonic Pet, he didn’t try to fight back. He didn’t try to run, to beg, even to cooperate. He let himself be dragged into the van by his collar, but when he arrived at the facility, he wasn’t met with lethal injection or a fatal dose of electricity. Instead, he was met with a haggard middle aged woman holding a cattle prod.

“What, you did you you’d get off that easily? No pup, the mercy of death isn’t something we spare for defects like you. I’m going to break those delusions of personhood you have in that fluffy little head of yours, and I’m going to build you back up into the perfect Pet. Prepare to become a whole new dog, mutt.”

Tag list (I have one of those now! Even tho it’s just the one person, I’m honored). @maenr

[goodwhump-temp]

FULL WHUMPS LIST;

Shows, movies, anime, & cartoons (Organized Alphabetically by TV Title)(pinned) - Message me if any of this is outdated! Organized whump of my posts

LIVE ACTION

Ray Palmer | Arrowverse Jake Peralta | Brooklyn-99 Tangerine | Bullet Train Richard Castle | Castle Ryan | Castle Johnny Gage | Emergency! (1979) John Carter | E.R. Peter Bishop | Fringe Simon | Firefly Malcolm | Firefly Mike Schmidt | FNAF Movie Tom Mason | Falling Skies Matt Damon | Jason Bourne Jake Green | Jericho (2006) Hawkeye | M*A*S*H Steven Grant | Moon Knight Thomas Shelby | Peaky Blinders Shawn Spencer | Psych Daniel Jackson | SG1 Trip Tucker | Star Trek: Enterprise William Riker | Star Trek: TNG Rodney McKay | SG: Atlantis John Sheppard | SG: Atlantis Sam Winchester | Supernatural (S1-S15) Mark Wahlberg | Ted 2 Hughie | The Boys Shaun Murphey | The Good Doctor Dick Grayson | Titans Rust Cohle | True Detectives Cordell Walker | Walker Ryan Gosling | Multiple movies Owen Strand | 9-1-1 Lone Star

ANIME

Hajime Nagumo | Arifureta: From Commonplace To World's Strongest Ciel Phantomhive | Black Butler Ichigo | Bleach Yukio Okumura | Blue Exorcist Rin Okumura | Blue Exorcist Akutugawa | Bungo Stray Dogs Atsushi | Bungo Stray Dogs Yuu Otosaka | Charlotte Lelouch Lamperouge | Code Geass David Martinez | Cyberpunk: Edgerunners Allen Walker | D. Gray Man Saiki K. | Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Natsu | Fairy Tail Grey | Fairy Tail Yuki | Fruits Basket Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: 2003 (+ the Movie) Shoyo Hinata | Haikyu!! Nanase Riku | IDOLiSH7 Kuroko | Kuroko No Basket Cheng Xiaoshi | Link Click Lu Guang | Link Click Deku | My Hero Academia Natsume Takashi | Natsume's Book of Friends Yuito Sumeragi | Scarlet Nexus Kirito | Sword Art Online Cid Kagenou | The Eminence in Shadow Naofumi | The Rising of the Shield Hero Ashiya Hanae | The Morose Mononokean Vanitas | Vanitas No Carte Yuri | Yuri On Ice

CARTOONS

Boimler | Star Trek: Lower Decks Ezra Bridger | Star Wars Rebels Bumblebee | Transformers: Prime Optimus Prime | Transformers: Prime Ratchet | Transformers: Prime Smokescreen | Transformers: Prime Jack Darby | Transformers: Prime Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender Robin | Young Justice Blue Beetle | Young Justice Batman | Justice League / Unlimited, JLA + Movies..

GAMES

Johnny Cage | Mortal Kombat

[across-violet-skies]

whumptober time!!!

Day 1: panic attack | Whumpee– Sky | Addt'l– Wild

Sky doesn't like tight spaces.

TWs– enclosed spaces/claustrophobia, panic/anxiety, trouble breathing, thoughts of dying (due to panic)

Whump Rating– 5/10

preview under the cut :)

“Wild?” Sky called, poking his head into a cave. He swallowed thickly. “Wild? Are you in here?”

He stepped in, eyes darting around the tunnel-like structure. “Wild?”

Ahead, rocks crumbled, broken pieces falling to the ground in clumps. They cracked, splitting into tiny pieces upon impact.

Sky shuddered.

“Wild?” He called again. Sky crossed over the threshold of the cave, glancing all around in search of his brother. “Wild? This isn’t funny!”

Wild had gone missing an hour ago. The only clue he left to his whereabouts was a note with a poorly drawn cave on it. But this was the Champion’s own era– there were plenty of caves all around. There was no telling which of them Wild had run off to. This one looked like it ran deep underground– something Wild would probably enjoy.

Sky hated that he was the one to find it. Sure, he wanted to find his brother, but… caves weren’t exactly places Sky was comfortable with. He loved the openness of Wild’s world– it reminded him a bit of his own, even– but there were still plenty of enclosed spaces around.

He took a deep breath. It would be fine. He would just venture in a little bit, and if he didn’t find Wild, he would turn back. Simple.

Sky walked into the cave, swallowing nervously as he examined the bumpy stone walls and low ceiling. The path was fairly linear– it went down deeper into the cave, but not in a way that confused or confounded.

Still, it led him deeper and deeper into the cave, and yet there was no brother to be found.

“Wild?” Sky called. His voice echoed, shooting straight back at him eerily. “Wild? Can you hear me?” The words trembled off his tongue, shakily careening around the enclosed walls all around him.

Suddenly, the cave seemed a lot smaller, tighter, claustrophobic…

Sky exhaled shakily, taking a step back. A surprised whimper escaped his throat when he found himself pressed against the stony walls. He had ventured deep enough that the daylight barely reached, only providing just enough light for him to gain a general sense of where the walls were.

This… this was way too small a space. Was this even a space? Where was he? Why did it feel so oppressive?

“...Wild?” His voice shook, breaking on the second syllable. He slowly sank down to the ground, back pressed against the wall.

Too close too close too close!

Sky took a sharp breath, wincing at the way the cave walls pushed it back to him.

Were they getting closer?

No, no… that wasn’t possible.

…Unless?

No.

-> read the rest on ao3!!

[aussiepineapple1st]

Listen I’m not the most creative gal in town. I replay the same angsty scenarios in my head so I’m the worst with requests hehe you know cheating, death, mind control, break ups always have me frothing at the mouth. I’m a simple girl I see Leon hurting and I’m rabid.

-🤠

Well then... How about something like this? Just for my rabid 🤠 -Love Mummy Angst😈💖

Blue Skies

Words: 797 Contains: Blood, pain, whump, death.

Both of you had been getting on Saddler's nerves, continuously fighting against the Plaga in your body. Rejecting any advancements it made inside of you, and taking down each lackey he threw at you. Currently you were stood at the edge of a cliff, a large drop down to the ocean below. Saddler stood high over the both of you, Leon flat on his back with your boot on his throat. He could feel you fighting your own body, the pressure of your foot on his throat would lessen enough to allow him to take a gasp of air.

Looking down to Leon gripping your ankle tight, his face scrunched up as his eyes started to flutter, rolling up. He couldn't move his own body, Saddler controlling him to stay still as you asphyxiate him. "NO!!" You shout out, you had to get your foot off his throat or he was going to die. Letting out a deep guttural shout that burned the base of your throat, you reach for the gun on your hip and with all your might shoot up at Saddler.

He has to duck thanks to your impeccable aim, this gave you enough time to throw yourself back away from Leon who coughs. Rolling to his side you groan as you sit up, Leon grabbing his own pistol from the ground you had kicked away in your own defence.

"Are you okay?" You ask looking up to where Saddler was now standing up straight once again. Leon suddenly cries out in pain as he throw himself backwards, back arching and hands clutching at his navy shirt. His legs thrash around as the black veins darken throughout his entire body.

Leon was the more formidable of the two of you, so Saddler was currently focusing everything he had on him. If you weren't going to kill him under his control, then he was going to do it himself. You aim your gun up towards Saddler, but Leon kicks it from your hands. His face contorted with pain, his teeth gnashing as the tendons in his neck protrude. Leon starts to spit blood through his teeth, you reach for your second gun behind your back and aim it at a red barrel just off in the close distance. This was going to hurt, but anything to stop whatever was happening to your Partner.

Shooting the barrel it explodes, the force pushing you both off the edge. Now tumbling down towards the water below you try reaching for Leon's hand mid-air. Grabbing a section of his pants you pull him towards you. Wrapping an arm around neck and shoulders to secure him against your chest, your other arm reaches over your own head to break the fall. You swear if it weren't for some large rocks breaking the surface tension you would have dislocated your shoulder. Swimming further underwater to get away from the rest of the falling rocks you pull Leon up to breach the salty, cold water.

"Leon!!" You splutter resting the back of his head on your shoulder. "Leon, Answer Me!!" Swimming as fast as you could towards an open cave in the side of the cliff, you manage to drag Leon from the water. The black veins still very prominent under both of your skin, you roll Leon to his side still seeing the blood running from his mouth.

Whatever it had done inside of him was severe, he was still breathing, but you could hear he was struggling. "Leon.. Please!" You cry out, tears mixing with the salty water dripping down your face from your hair. He was weak, but he was still conscious, listening to your heart wrenching cries of asking him to talk to you. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't move his body. He couldn't even feel anything.

"Blue..." Leon squeezed out. You stop your please, but still cry as you lay down beside him.

"Please don't... not now." You didn't want to hear the next word, you knew it was coming.

"Skies..." He gasped. You choke out a sob and sit back up, pulling him into a half seated position as you hold him in your arms. Blue skies. It was your code word neither of you wanted to hear the other say.

It meant that even though they were gone, the sky would still be blue. Blue skies was your code word for 'I'm about to die, I can feel myself slipping away'. "I've got you.." You say as you gently rock him. You look down at his face as he looks up to you, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone you wipe his own tears away as his eyes gently closed.

Just like that, your love, your world, exhales his last breath in your arms.

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[capturedpain]

Falling Skies 2x02

Tom suddenly starting bleeding from his eyes and they rush to get the parasite out of him.

He pulled off this scene SO well. Just listen to his screams!

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Passed an empty ski resort on my very long car ride and it got me having brainrot about the potential of skiing whump.

Finally a scenario I have a bit of personal experience with! In middle school a friend of mine and her mom took me skiing with them one weekend and I 1) had a cold for half the time and 2) did a slippy slidey summersault down the majority of one of the hills and ended up with thankfully no broken bones but absolutely shredded the skin on my wrist. So naturally I AM NOW CONSIDERING the many variations.

Personally I adore the thought of a whumpee being invited by friends (preferably ones a little more well off than they are so they Don't Know How To Act and it just adds to their awkwardness) to this fun winter experience --but of course So Many Things go wrong:

They could catch a cold/flu

They could get sick and then continue to ski while pretending they're fine so they don't "ruin" things

Depending on how big the place is, they could get lost

Maybe they're not even in the same country that they're from and don't speak the same language as the locals?

If a snowstorm blows in while they're stuck out there it could get Bad

Hypothermia and/or frostbite baybeee

Or even just mildly frost-nipped ears and fingers is Big Unpleasant

Of course, they could get injured falling/smashing into something

Anything from bruises and scrapes to broken bones to a concussion

Mild, but a wind/sunburn wouldn't be comfortable, especially on top of any of the above

Realizing they're terribly scared of heights...while halfway up the lift

Anyway, ski whump!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Captured -- wild humans hunted and captured to be used as servants part 22

Warnings: captivity, starvation, starvation whump, cruel whumper, painful recovery, torture, etc.

Corbin had never seen Kazimir look more rattled than now as his friend's face paled with alarm. "You're saying someone betrayed us?" He hissed.

The woman nodded, still breathing hard.

Corbin could practically see the gears in Kazimir's mind at work, until finally...

"...We'll have to fight them head-on, then," he growled. "It's not the preferred outcome, but now that we've lost the element of surprise, it's the only choice we have. We need to lure the army over the heart of the city where we will stage the attack. Humans, you will take the streets and dispatch any enemy soldiers that hit the ground. Bird-folk, take the skies and don't hold back. Give them everything you've got. If we go down, we go down fighting!"

Bellowing roars and howls of support rang through the air at his words, a thunderous chorus of sound as a hundred pairs of wings beat, and a hundred warriors lifted into the air in a giant cloud of dust, winging away toward the heart of the city with Rhysand in the lead.

"Humans, with me!" Kazimir shouted, and all the armed humans fell in line with him as he strode briskly toward where the bird-warriors were already heading.

Corbin trotted anxiously at his side, goosebumps of fear erupting in his skin as he glanced over the horizon to see a distant cloud of black approaching.

The royal army was coming, closing in fast. And there were a lot of them.

"Do you think we really stand a chance?" Corbin whispered under his breath.

"I hope so," Kazimir answered grimly, never breaking stride. "Our original plan may no longer be effective... but we can still surprise them. We can adapt."

They reached the heart of the city, and Corbin realized what he meant. It was quiet... so unnaturally quiet. He could see all the winged Rebellion fighters were on the ground or holding on to the sides of buildings, tense and ready with hands on their weapons.

"Everyone find a place to hunker down," Kazimir barked. "Do not show yourself until I say so."

The army of humans under his command scurried off in every direction, lingering in dark alleys and taking shelter in empty shops to keep themselves hidden.

"We're going to ambush them?" Corbin blurted.

"You bet we are." Kazimir had a feral grin on his face, fangs showing, as he pulled Corbin into the shadow of a large building, shielding him with a black wing so that he blended in with the darkness.

Corbin felt light and invisible here, safe... even if he knew the feeling wouldn't last long.

And then a long, treacherous silence descended over the city, heavy with dreadful apprehension. Corbin could see both humans and bird-folk waiting patiently, and the unnatural quiet was disconcerting.

Until the silence was broken up by distant wingbeats, steadily growing closer with every heartbeat.

Corbin's heartbeat quickened as adrenaline flooded his senses, pounding through his veins.

And that's when he spotted the first shadow flicker over the ground, followed by more. He glanced up to see bird-folk with royal armor gliding over the city, heading straight for where they thought the Rebellion was. But ohhh how wrong they were.

Corbin jumped in terror as the Rebellion fighters suddenly exploded upward with raging battle cries, attacking the army from below as they launched out of hiding.

Panicked, startled screeches and shouts rang out as the royal army broke formation, wheeling around in confusion at the unexpected attack. And that was exactly the advantage the Rebellion needed.

Ear-splitting shrieks and screams of agony shattered the air, the sound of weapons clashing as the two sides met in battle. And then... bodies started falling, crashing to the ground like fallen comets, streaming blood in their wakes.

The humans rushed out of hiding a second later, raising their weapons and howling their anger as they charged forward toward the wounded soldiers raining down.

It was awful. Corbin recognized several of the humans as the ones abandoned by their masters, the very ones he'd helped recruit, hungry for revenge. They rushed forward with bloodthirsty rage, descending on the weak and injured enemy soldiers that had fallen from the sky. The bird-folk never stood a chance as the humans overran them, brutally killing them one by one.

Blood stained the stone streets of the city, and Corbin tried not to gag in horror at all the death and carnage.

"Kazi--" he turned to find that Kazimir was no longer at his side, and he scanned the increasingly chaotic battlefield, finally spotting the familiar raven-black wings of his friend as Kazimir fought against three downed soldiers at once.

Kazimir was a hurricane of elite power as he fought, whirling and slashing and dodging effortlessly around his opponents with enviable agility, a tantalizing display of skill.

But Corbin's attention was drawn away by a shout of pain, and he turned to see Matilda squaring off on her own against a bird-man twice her size, with an obviously broken wing. Matilda was clutching her side, blood streaking her palm as she wielded a short blade in her free hand.

"Be brave," Corbin whispered to himself, then charged into the fight, drawing the dagger Kazimir had gifted him as he sprinted to Matilda's side to help her.

Together, the two of them attacked the enemy soldier, driving him back until he stumbled and collapsed to the ground. And Matilda pounced on the opportunity to slit the man's throat before he could rise, and the soldier gurgled weakly, choking on blood with his eyes wide before going limp with a shudder.

"Thanks for the assist," Matilda said gratefully, flipping her hair over a shoulder that revealed the blood smeared on her cheek.

"No problem," Corbin answered shakily. He had been trained as a hunter in his human village from a young age, and he was a decent fighter as he got used to the flow of the battle, landing blows with his blade and battling alongside other fellow humans.

Until suddenly a large shadow fell over Corbin, and he didn't have time to duck as a bird-man in full armor slammed into him from above, barreling him over. He let out a startled yelp as he was smashed into the ground, a split-second before blinding pain speared through his left leg, making him cry out.

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