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[whump-cravings]

Tiefling Princess (A TR3 AU) - Confrontation

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1176 words | Original Work: AU of TR3 wherein Hakon (unwillingly) and Baltar (willing but unknowingly) each sired a daughter with @lia-wildfire's archdevil Seirixis in a d&d-influenced version of Ironda. The princesses were both raised by Baltar. Content: father-daughter angst and conflict, misunderstanding, stress-induced heart attack, vaguely implied past noncon

Rihada closed her eyes, drawing on the Weave. Illusion rippled over her, erasing her horns and tail, dyeing her skin brown and hair black. When she opened her eyes, they were the same color as Baltar's. She'd practiced in the mirror.

She turned. "Would you love me if I looked like this?"

Brows drawn together, her uncle—her true father glanced her over in his typical cursory fashion. "Look like—" His gaze stopped and his words faltered as he focused, actually looking at her for the first time she could ever recall. His eyes widened and mouth opened, expression stricken.

Pain stabbed at her heart. There it is. How was it that the gaze she had craved for so long hurt so much? She had thought it would be like a warm hug, but instead was like ripping stitches from an open, festering wound.

"I can't believe it," she scoffed, gritting her teeth to ward off tears. "What does prejudice outside the family matter when the biggest bigot is on the throne?"

The king's face screwed up, shoulders hunching. "That's not—"

Rihada wouldn't have his excuses. "How long did it take you to decide you didn't want me?" she demanded. "Was it when you saw the horns?"

Slouching further, Hakon weakly protested, "It's not like that."

"What did you expect when you fucked a devil?"

The king flinched, taking a gasping breath. "You don't—you don't understand."

"I understand enough," she said, tongue lashing with vicious power. "Once a coward, always a coward."

Hakon reached for a drawer, wincing, and fumbled for something in his desk. He grasped at his chest with his other hand, fingers digging in.

Righteous fury spurred her on. After all these years, what right did he have to feel comfortable? Her invisible tail lashed as she leaned onto his desk. "The only thing I wonder is why you never replaced me after papa adopted me. Did you even care about the damage done to his reputation by taking me in?"

A sheen of sweat glistened on the king's forehead as he withdrew a small vial from the drawer. He didn't manage to uncork it; the glass slipped through his shaking fingers and onto the ground, shattering bluish liquid on the carpet. A soft, distressed groan escaped the man, fingers stiffly flexing.

"So where's your perfect human baby?" Rihada pressed viciously. "Was Aunt Mohini just too nice to divorce you when she found out the truth?"

Without a word to his defense, the king slumped forward onto the desk.

Rihada leaned in a little more. "You don't get to ignore me anymore." Her father didn't respond or move, and she slammed the desk with a fist, jostling him. "You owe me that much!"

He didn't respond, uncannily still. Rihada realized she couldn't hear him breathing.

"Uncle?" she said, fear creeping up her spine as she shook him. "Uncle Hakon!"

He wasn't breathing.

Fingers bunching on his shirt, Rihada screamed, "Help!"

No no nonono. This isn't supposed to happen.

You can't die. I can't have killed you. That can't be it.

"Aunt Mohini! Cleric! The king needs help!"

Fiery tears dripped off her chin as she ran around the desk, trying to pick up her uncle—her father the king. But she wasn't strong enough, her knees buckling as she took his weight. She screamed into his lap, sobbing as she clutched at him. "You can't do this to me!"

"Rihada!" Mohini yelled before she burst in, skirts hiked high. "What happened?! What is—pit'non, lomir!" The queen dashed across the room.

"He's not breathing!" Rihada sobbed. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to—!"

A warm light misted from Mohini's skin, eyes glowing as she put a hand on Hakon. "Do not go anywhere, lomir," she murmured. The light transferred to the king, and he took a shuddering breath, stirring before falling into a peaceful stillness, breath soft.

Mohini let out a sigh of relief. "What happened?" she asked, stroking Hakon's hair. "And why do you look like this, child?"

"I—I yelled at him," Rihada wept, dropping her human guise as she was reminded of it. "Papa told me the truth of who sired me."

She had wanted him to see her. To acknowledge that she existed and that she was his. Motes of fire rolled out of her eyes again, leaving tracks of soot in their wake.

"Oh," Mohini said, gaze softening from concern to... pity. "Oh, Rihada."

Footsteps and concerned shouts came from the hallway. Mohini raised her head to shout that the emergency was over. Still, a swarm of helpers descended on the king, and the queen ushered Rihada to the side.

"Sweet child. None of this is your fault," she said, wiping almost-too-hot-to-touch tears away from the princess's cheeks, unbothered by the ash that blackened her hand. "I have to go. There will be much concern I must lay to rest."

Not believing Mohini's pacification, but having already caused too much trouble today, Rihada nodded dully. The queen sighed and placed a kiss on Rihada's forehead before departing.

Hakon was carried on a litter to his chambers and examined. Eventually, a Restoration was performed on his heart. "Cardiac arrest," the healers said to each other, and, "broken heart syndrome."

Out of the way, Rihada watched all this with a creeping numbness, tail held low and sooty handkerchief clutched in her hand. Was her mere existence so terrible that it could cause her uncle's heart to fail? Mohini had said it wasn't her fault, but certainly this was a consequence of her wrath, pride, and greed. So why did it still hurt to think that she should be content with everything she already had? Why couldn't she give up on gaining the king's approval?

"Your majesty," someone greeted, snapping Rihada back to awareness. King Hakon groaned softly as he came to, starting to lift himself into a sitting position. No less than two people jumped to help, bolstering him with pillows. He didn't complain about the treatment, his attention elsewhere as he scanned the room.

"Please take deep breaths if you feel discomfort, my king," one of the healers instructed. "You may still feel weak—"

Hakon's eyes alighted on Rihada and fell away as normal. Then, with obvious effort, his gaze flicked back up to her. Rihada shrank under his gaze, head bowing and tail wrapping around a leg as her vision blurred.

Raising a hand, Hakon brushed away one of the fussing servants. "Leave me. All of you."

Normally, none hesitated to follow the orders of the king. However, belying their concern, the healers hesitated. "Your majesty, are you sure that's wise? You just suffered a—"

"And I have no doubt you've performed your duties well. I must speak with the princess privately."

The healers hesitated again, worried glances shot in Rihada's direction. It didn't take much insight to recognize they were concerned about a repeat incident. But Hakon turned a glare on them and they bowed out, one mumbling something about lingering nearby before they vacated the room.

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[whumpypepsigal]

65 (2023): “I’m sorry.”

[lady-wallace]

An Eye for An Eye (JJBA)

It's time to share my fic for the Summer Big Bang we did on my discord server! I decided to go with an idea I'd had for a while to do a John Wick AU of Part 5 so that's what this is XD Hope you all enjoy.

Shout out to my artists @masterangst and @/Spicydragonart!

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(John Wick AU) Bruno Bucciarati, the famous assassin with the moniker ‘Babau’, has been out of the life for several years taking care of his ailing father. Now after his father’s death, his plans to continue his peaceful existence are shattered when someone from his past shows up demanding the return of an old favor. With the consequences of refusal leaving ashes in the water, Bruno takes the job from Diavolo only to find that the intended target is the man’s own daughter. Bruno’s priorities change instantly when Trish is the first thing he finds himself caring for in a long time and decides that he will take the risk of being hunted by everyone he’s ever known if it means keeping her safe.

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[pickledpascal]

Staring Into the Blue

Pairing: Beau Arlen and Surrogate Daughter OC (Andi)

Warnings: self-worth issues, emotional hurt/comfort, andi has daddy issues and is hating life a little

A/N: i made this when i was half delirious/asleep and started thinking of my own relationship with my parents sooooo yeah... have fun with this one lol

Word Count: 2.2k

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Beau was new to this whole thing. As was Andi.

Andi was a nineteen-year-old girl who, for all intents and purposes, was Beau’s surrogate daughter. Emily still had a place in his heart, and always would, but Andi was… a special case. 

They had met when she was eighteen, freshly in college, and had one too many drinks one night which landed her in detainment, and ultimately had a talk with the sheriff. Being intoxicated, Beau’s initial rant about her needing to take better care of herself and how underage drinking was bad was undermined by Andi spilling her guts to him. Metaphorically speaking.

Andi didn't have parents. At least, not ones who cared about her all that much. As soon as she turned eighteen, they promptly threw her out of the house. Sure they had helped her get into college but they didn't care what happened after. Glad to get her out. 

So Beau took her in. Gave her a home. Loved her.

It was all so much for Andi. And made her think about her real parents. How happy they were without her. How happy they were not acknowledging they kicked their child out of their house to fend for herself just to be picked up and loved by a stranger. Beau didn't know her parents—he wasn't her honorary uncle or even a real uncle. He was the sheriff of Helena and a pretty good one at that. 

It took a while but Beau convinced Andi to live with him instead of the housing on campus. A month or so into Andi’s hopefully permanent stay at Beau’s house—he upgraded from the airstream but it was parked in his yard—it was nearly midnight when he woke up to soft music filtering into his room. Beau ran a hand through his hair and screwed his eyes shut for a moment before he sat up. That had to be Andi. And he felt compelled to check in on her.

Beau left his room and made his way to Andi’s, the music getting louder with each step he took. Which made him more and more concerned. 

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Just outside her door, Beau heard the faint noise of sniffling. Andi had been crying. His heart sunk in his chest. He knocked on the door. No answer. Beau pursed his lips as he turned the door handle. The sight behind it made his heart ache. 

Under the low light of Andi’s blue fairy lights was her, sobbing on the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her glasses were abandoned on her bed with teardrop marks on the lenses. 

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

Beau rushed to be by her side, cradling her head as it lay on his chest. He set his chin on top of her head, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her. It seemed the tears rushed faster as he did. “I gotcha, I gotcha. It's okay.” He shushed softly. 

Andi clung onto Beau like a lifeline, crying into his chest and getting tears on his shirt. He didn't care. He wanted Andi to be okay. And if that meant he had to hold onto her like this then he didn't care. 

He petted her hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “It's alright. I'm here.” Beau resisted the urge to cry too. He had never seen Andi like this before, even when they met. “Please tell me what's wrong.” Beau insisted softly, pulling Andi away from him for a moment. Her skin felt cold. He didn't like this. 

Andi sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I…” She wanted to. She really did, but it was hard. 

“You know me, sweetheart, I'm not gonna judge. Okay?” Beau cupped Andi’s cheek. He could sense she was hesitant. Their relationship was fresh but Andi trusted him enough with other stuff. Enough to live with him. 

A new wave of tears rolled down Andi’s cheeks. “I know.” Her voice was small. Her eyes screwed shut as a sad smile crossed her face. “God, I wish my real parents were like you.” She admitted with a harbored breath. “My dad especially. I-I don't understand what I did wrong. What I did to deserve what they did to me. Was I not enough? Was it because I was a girl? He and my brothers were fine. He-He never–” A choked sob escaped her. 

Beau frowned, pulling her back into his chest. He closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. 

“He never told me loved me.” Andi cried into his chest, voice muffled. “Never told me he was proud of me. I-I don't understand. He's my dad, i-isn’t he supposed to love me? That's his job.” 

Beau felt a few tears stinging his eyes as well. He couldn't imagine being that type of person. That type of father. He loved Emily so much it hurt sometimes. Andi too. To be the type of father to, quite frankly, never pay attention to his child was an alien concept to him. One that was very much real. And one that saddened Beau. 

He squeezed Andi tighter and pulled her into his lap. She was heavier than what he was used to but it didn't matter. What mattered was comforting her as much as possible. He didn't know if he could ever change her mind about her self-worth, at least, not in the moment. But this kind of touch would help. He hoped it would. 

After a while, Andi’s tears died down and Beau brushed away the hairs from her face. He even wiped some tears away. “I know I can't… just replace your dad, as unfortunate as that sounds. You had eighteen years with him. That won't just disappear. But I can try to help ease some of that pain, show you what a real parent should be like.” Beau whispered softly. “I love you as I would my own daughter. I'll be so proud of you at your concert next week, I'll clap and cheer so loud they might have to kick me out. I love you.”

Andi sniffled. The words meant so much to her and she knew Beau was telling the truth. He had a record to back it up. He never missed one of her recitals, a soccer game she had, or an event she really wanted to go to. 

Before she ever moved in, Beau was Andi’s plus one to a lot of things. A chaperone in some sense but Beau just loved seeing her smile. They went to a few markets around the city with her college friends, saw quite a few movies in his airstream, and—at the end of the day—he would always give her a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

“I love you too.” Andi breathed. It was the first time she'd said it back.

Beau had a habit of slipping it behind a sentence or saying it when they said goodbye. Andi didn't mind. She liked hearing it. But she had never said it back or even said it first. Beau was okay with that. He wanted to earn it. 

And he did. 

It was bittersweet, though. He was glad but his heart still ached. All he wanted was to take all that hurt from Andi and throw it in a locked box somewhere. Maybe throw that into the depths of the ocean. But he couldn’t. And it pained him that he couldn't. Andi didn't deserve those sorry excuses of parents. And maybe she didn't deserve Beau either but he was going to try. 

Beau hugged her close, closing his eyes as he rocked her side to side. Andi wrapped her arms around Beau’s torso. Her breathing calmed as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. 

It was silent for a while, her music had died down a while ago into a soft instrumental. “Sweetheart?” Beau asked softly. He had a small, but hopefully effective, idea 

“Hm?” Andi hummed. She felt a little better hence the crying stopped but there was still an emptiness in her chest.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Beau knew it was a tactic mostly used for little kids. Where if he could squeeze her tight enough that would make everything better. But Andi was legally an adult so he wasn't completely sure.

Andi bit the inside of her lip and drew in a small breath. Her parents didn't do this when she was sad. Hell, her parents barely even noticed when she was sad. She simply nodded.

Beau lifted the covers over Andi before he got in bed next to her. She held onto Beau. He quickly did the same. 

Andi was an adult. But not really. She was a child who had never felt like she had any real comfort in her life until Beau came along. Andi wasn't even sure she could pinpoint a time she was genuinely happy in a while. Physical comfort didn't fix everything but it sure helped a lot. She didn't get that much as a child but she did now.

Beau was so affectionate that it almost made Andi cry. Small things like a touch on her shoulder as he left or a kiss on her forehead. Hell, a simple thumbs-up while she was on stage made Andi feel so warm. And so loved.

That was part of the reason this whole mess started in the first place. Andi loved Beau and wouldn't trade him for the world but a part of her wondered why her father couldn't be like him so she didn't need to have Beau in the first place. Why couldn't he be the type of father that supported his child? Who made it known that he was proud of her every day even if it could be a little embarrassing? Who hugged her every single time they met after they were apart? 

Beau rubbed Andi’s back, playing with her hair. He found that it calmed her after a while. “I can stay home tomorrow. We can watch Book of Life, make fresh brownies, and have ‘em with ice cream.” He suggested softly. 

Book of Life was her favorite movie. And warm brownies with vanilla ice cream was one of her comfort foods. She didn't eat it often. 

“Okay,” Andi mumbled, a soft smile making its way onto her lips. “I would be a sorry excuse for an older sister.” 

Beau’s eyebrows furrowed. “What makes you say that?” 

Emily and Andi knew of each other but they hadn't quite met yet since Emily still lived with Carla in Texas and she hadn't made her way up to Montana to see her father in a while. He knew adoption was off the table but he was as close to a father as Andi could have, ultimately making her family. And making her and Emily sisters. 

Andi shook her head. “Forget I said that.” Beau pursed his lips, glancing down at her. She let out a breath through her nose. “I just… I'm the youngest in my family anyway and—I dunno—I don't feel right. I guess. I'm not a role model. I'm not–”

“I think you are.” Beau cut in. He hated when Andi talked bad about herself which unfortunately happened a lot. “You have your hands in a lot of different clubs, you excel in your classes, and you fight for what's right.” Beau hugged Andi close. “We can work on it feeling right but… You're a far better role model than me.”

Andi scoffed. Beau may not have been open about everything that happened in his life but, for a middle-aged man, it was far better than any other man Andi had ever encountered before. He was affectionate with just about everyone in his life, co-workers, friends, Andi’s friends, Carla, and Emily. Maybe Beau wasn't perfect but he was already doing better than Andi’s father. 

Beau thought Andi drifted off to sleep until she said, “I'm glad you're in my life.” He could tell she was trying to starve off sleep by the sound of her voice. 

“Me too.” Beau admitted softly, an absentminded smile on his face. 

Beau thought Emily was the limit to his love. But then Andi came along and suddenly there was more love to give. There was no rationing of his heart, it only grew. And he couldn't fathom it for a while. Andi wasn't his child, not biologically, but he loved her as if she was. 

With Emily away, it was hard for Beau to function properly. That was his daughter and she was hours and hours away. Of course, it still was but it was a little easier with Andi. He thought the world of her and couldn't comprehend how she didn't think the same. 

If Beau ever did meet Andi's parents, he couldn't imagine it'd go well. He'd likely end up in a detainment cell while Andi's father ended up in the ICU.

[rewandemontay]

Queen Sunny AU Story: "Eye Of The Storm"

CW: Some death and darkness.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57491083

Summary:

"They deserved peace of mind, and the harsh truths of the war, at the very least. It didn’t matter that Sunny didn’t like it, either.

She strangled the Eye of Onyx in her grasp, squeezing for any ounce of comfort.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt.

Sunny did not, could not, cry.

She sat still and firm, taking it in. Preparing herself as much as possible.

Stonemover remained next to her, the final and last tether in the sandstorm consuming her.

With golden scales and golden sands, under golden chains and golden pains, for golden skies and golden glory, she now ruled from the golden throne, serving the will of the Eye of Onyx.

As queen of the Sandwings, she knew her every action and every word affected the world. Soon, for the first time, to her unavoidable grief and displeasure, would she invoke the true depth of her power.:

Newly crowned and appointed, Queen Sunny, and her Royal Advisor, her father Stonemover, call a meeting of all queens and the Dragonets of Destiny. They must make it through together, and do what must be done, no matter how hard the choice they must make is.

[fanfictasia]

Whumpcember Day 9

Sacrifice 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Kinslay

She can acutely smell the smoke around her, the red lightsaber burning in her hand as she moves through the smoke. The mission is over, her and her master need to leave, except they spot a few of the stormtroopers still alive and injured on the ground, one of them inching towards their dropped comm.

“Finish them,” Reva orders, “We can have no witnesses.”

Leia wants to stop – to scream, to something but all she can do is numbly carry out her orders, cutting them down.

Leia jolts awake, breathing hard. She remembers that too well. It wasn’t long ago, and it had been the first time she’d… ever done that when they weren’t in a fight.

The first time – well, not really – she did something she knows she can never stop hating herself for. Maybe they couldn’t let them go, but they didn’t have to kill them. She has no idea how she’s fallen this far.

And she wonders, for a desperate agonizing moment, if this is how Vader feels too. If he ever has this feeling of – wishing he could cut this out of him whatever this even is, but he can’t, so all he can do is go with it. Because she knows if she’d gone any further than this and started killing people she had no reason to, she doesn’t know how she could stop. Not after sacrificing so much.

And it makes her glad again that – that she took up Vader’s offer. She has to tell her parents something, but it’s an excuse why she can’t be on Alderaan right now. It hardly stops the guilt that’s eating her up, though.

Through the Force, Vader suddenly nudges her, almost questioningly.

She reaches back instantly, desperately almost. She doesn’t want to stay in her dark bedroom right now. She doesn’t want to be alone, and all she can remember is when she used to crawl into her parents’ bed back on Alderaan when she was young and needed comfort. They aren’t here now, but… Vader is.

And they fit far better, she drinks morbidly.

They’re both monsters.

Leia sits up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and glancing at the closed blinds on the window – a faint glow of the lava filtering in. It’s… an interesting place to live. Hardly pleasant but she thinks it suits her.

Whenever Vader focuses on her, it’s as though a blackhole that’s somehow as bright as a star is sucking her in and that’s how it feels now. She thinks it’s enough of a reassurance that she can come talk to him if she wants to.

[firealder2005]

Whumpcember 2022 Day. 7 SCARS

Featuring: Luke getting wounded & in-the-process-of-falling Rey! Also, adoptive relationships!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43429743/chapters/109178700

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Parrying the slicing yellow blade, Luke attempted to disarm his wayward student of her weapon. He twisted his own green lightsaber, hoping to deprive her of one of her own sabers, but she was able to keep her grip on it and spin away.

Pausing for a moment, Luke reached out through the Force once more to brush against his student’s presence. Once a bright, sunny yellow humming with power, that warm aura was now slowly being corrupted - like threads of gray, black, and red were slowly creeping into the yellow, trying to squeeze that light away.

Luke would not allow that to happen.

Corruption wasn’t the end - he proved that by helping his own father see the light within himself yet.

And he will not give up on Rey.

“Just leave me alone!” she yelled, spinning one of her sabers in hand.

Luke could only shake his head. “I’m not leaving, Rey,” he replied. “I cannot, and will not, allow the darkside to control you - but you need to take that first step.”

Rey gripped her lightsabers, and Luke saw her knuckles go white. “I’m not going to be any trouble,” she muttered. “I’m not gonna take over the galaxy.” Her hands shook. “Just leave me here, okay?!”

Luke took a couple steps forward, deactivating his lightsaber, until he was a few paces away from his fallen student. “You know I won’t do that,” he murmured. “And I didn’t come after you because I feared for the galaxy - it was because I feared for you.” he closed his eyes, smiling wryly as his father’s vocoded-voice entered his mind. “You don’t know the power of the darkside, Rey,” he said, opening them to stare at her. She met his blue gaze, her brown eyes blank. “No one does,” Luke added. “We never will know the power of either side of the Force - but I do understand you.”

Rey’s lips pursed her lips and looked away. Luke continued; “I don’t know what caused you to start your fall, Rey, but I do know it’s not too late. It never will be.” he hooked his saber to his belt, completely disarming himself, and took another step forward, conscious of the cornered animal stance Rey had.

“Rey,” Luke now pleaded. “Come home. Please.”

Rey glanced at him, something in her shifting, and with a pang Luke felt her bright presence dim even more.

The darkside was winning, but Luke would not give up.

He’ll chase Rey across the galaxy to bring her home if he has to, abandoning his duties to the Jedi Order and the New Republic in the process and he’ll feel no guilt in doing so.

The safety of his students came first, and Rey was his student.

As her teacher, and as the man who raised her, it was his foremost duty to bring her home.

Slowly reaching a hand out, Luke rested it on her shoulder. “Please Rey,” he asked quietly once again. “You’re family.”

Rey’s whole body was shaking, and a tremor in the Force distracted Luke momentarily - before a searing pain slashed across his chest and he gasped, knees giving out, as he collapsed to the ground.

Crossing an arm across his chest, and hissing at the pain, he glanced up at Rey.

She had one of her sabers held shakily out at him, and she looked just as startled as he did - but she also looked horrified, a vacant look on her face like she was hearing something only she could hear.

Wincing a bit as he pulled himself into a sitting position, the corner of his mouth curved up. “No matter what the darkside may be telling you right now Rey,” he said quietly, dipping into the Force to sustain his dwindling life-force. “I forgive you. I love you. I always have, and always will.” Rey seemed to snap out of that vacancy, and her brown eyes welled up with tears as she choked out a sob and dropped her sabers, which deactivated as soon as they left her palms.

Luke could sense her presence again, and he smiled as the sunny yellow began to overtake the dark tendrils of fear she had been dwelling on for a month.

He could feel that light inside her growing stronger, and honestly? If this is the moment where he dies, Luke will die happy.

For his student, his daughter, had come back, and that was all he asked.

Rey dropped to his side, hesitantly reaching out to touch the wound her saber had left - the wound that was slowly draining away Luke’s life.

She inhaled shakily, and gently pressed her hand against the wound, and closed her eyes. Luke felt a slight warmth on his chest, and Rey’s brilliant aura seemed to glow.

With a start, Luke remembered Rey was on of his star students in Force Healing, even rivaling Grogu’s ability with it.

Letting out a small laugh, he pulled Rey into a hug as his wound sealed and the Force came flooding back into him, coiling through his presence like it had missed flowing in tandem with him.

Rey seemed to collapse into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck as she let out her sobs. Luke hugged her just as tightly, gently running his fingers through her hair as he let their aura twine with each other, hoping it would provide comfort for her.

After a minute, five, or maybe even fifteen, Rey slowly pulled back, with watery brown eyes and a smile just as watery. Her gaze dropped down to his ripped robes, to where the wound had been, and Luke followed her guilty eyes.

A long, thin scar ran from his right shoulder to his left hip.

Reaching out with his gloved hand, Luke cupped Rey’s face and lifted it to meet his gaze.

“Remember Rey,” he said with a smile. “I will always forgive you.”

[onehoplessromantic]

Masterlist | Glen Powell

Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Tyler Owens

Updated: 11/3/2024 (link check)

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I’m back again with another one!!! It’s definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but I’m hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured I’d get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope y’all find what you’re looking for!

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Jake Seresin x WSO!Reader

After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But whats worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

themes of heavy violence, sexual assault, torture, 18+ content, minors dni, mature themes, being held in captivity, hostage style situations, main character death! whump, angst, conversations that discuss antisocial and antisemetic views

𐚁 ROCKS ARE ALLOWED TO CRACK, STARS ARE ALLOWED TO DIM | @sarahsmi13s

oneshot | wc: ~8.0k | 🌧️

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!reader

everyone deserves someone to comfort them in their time of need, even the ones that always lend their shoulder.

angst, language, ptsd, description of accident, panic attack, injuries, descriptions of scars, flashbacks, fear of death, familial death (mentioned), crying, bottling up feelings

𐚁 THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN | @desert-fern

oneshot | wc: 5.5k | 🌧️🤍

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!Reader (known as honey bee/honey)

You are sunshine incarnate, the life of the party who is so free with your affection. Jake finds himself struggling to express his desire to be like you while wrestling with his past, what happens when it all comes crashing down around him? AKA Jake is both touch-starved and in love.

jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho

𐚁 THE BEANERY | @callsign-peach

oneshot | wc: ?? | 🤍

established hangman x female!reader

Jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why.

tooth-rotting fluff

Tyler Owens

𐚁 LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 3.7k | 🌧️🤍

tyler owens x harding!reader

you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of the famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knack for knowing just what the storms thinking, a little infuriating and incredibly impressive

fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info and medical info, angst, fluff, some hurt/comfort

𐚁 CHASE YOUR FEARS | @briefinquiries

oneshot | wc: 11k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x f!reader

you and your younger brother are road-tripping across the US when you encounter a tornado. Luckily, the tornado wrangler himself shows up to help.

tornados, fear, flufffff

𐚁 WORTH YOUR WHILE | @wisdomssdaughterr

oneshot | wc: 2.9k | 🤍🌧️

tyler owens x fem!reader

As the local weather woman, you shared an interesting rivalry with your hometown storm-chaser. While you always reported on the dangerous weather from a safe distance, Tyler barreled into it head-first. But things change in the night of the county fair when you find yourself in the middle of a storm rather than the safety of a newsroom.

dramatic fluff, hurt/comfort, description of tornadoes, language, description of injury, slightly inaccurate meteorological info

Glen Powell

𐚁 HEY THERE DARLIN’ | @shellbilee

6 parts | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)

fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut

ⓒ onehopelessromantic, November 2024

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Huan Zhu Ge Ge (还珠格格), explained

Vox, don’t sue me for using this title.

Background: the other night, I suddenly had the OST stuck in my head. And I amaze my self by able to somehow sing the entire soundtrack?

Anyways, for those who either grew up in mainland China in the 90s or part the Chinese diaspora, Huan Zhu Ge Ge, princess returning pearl, was probably the OG idol historical. It’s adapted from a Qiong Yao novel. Huge hit across Asia. Influenced a whole generation.

Background plot — Xiao Yan Zi is a street orphan who met a girl named Zi Wei. Zi Wei turned out to be the daughter of Qian Long. Xiao Yan Zi accidentally gets mistaken as Zi Wei, takes on the title of princess, and hijinks ensues.

Tagging @huanzhuyulu for additions.

Anyways, this is Xiao Yan Zi

Perky, spunky, not super smart academically, and with a heart of gold. You know that female lead in idol cdramas these days? Xiao Yan Zi was the prototype. But also, she’s hilarious about Chinese proverbs.

This is Zi Wei

The prototype Ruby Lin character. I found Zi Wei rather corny when I was 7, TBH. Angsty back story involving being the unknown illegitimate daughter of the emperor, and then later getting whumped/tortured repeatedly by the empress.

This is the 5th Prince, Yong Qi

The emperor’s favorite son. The guy you thought would be the next emperor until you read anything about history. Smart and earnest. Xiao Yan Zi’s love interest.

(My first ever OTP!)

This is Fu Er Kang

Qian Long’s bodyguard. Zi Wei’s love interest. Done with Xiao Yan Zi and Yong Qi’s nonsense since episode 3 of season 1. He and Zi Wei had a lot of angsty moments that 7 years old me definitely was not into.

This is Jin Suo (on the right)

Zi Wei’s maid and BFF. Doubter of Xiao Yan Zi’s antics. Honestly not sure what personality she has other than “Fan Bing Bing is really pretty!”

This is Qian Long

Huang Ah Ma! The drama is Qian Long’s best publicist. Somehow manage to perv on women and threaten to off his kids, and is jovial enough that you spend your childhood going “what a loving father!”

This is Ling Fei

Yes, the same Ling Fei as Wei Yingluo from Yanxi. Super nice and motherly. The reason why my brain could not compute Ruyi for the longest time.

IN SUMMARY:

(Sorry, Er Tai — I don’t have enough GIF space to introduce you. Ditto, Qing Er. )

[wherethewhumpthingsare]

Challenges at Midlife (相逢时节) Whumplist

Source

Whumpee: Ning Shu; Portrayed By: Lay Zhang

Synopsis: Yu Ning was betrayed by her husband and got a divorce. Jian Hong Cheng discovers that Zhang Li Xin wants to sell the factory to pay his debts. Not willing to let his father's efforts go to waste, he returns to his hometown to protect the factory. There, he reunites with Ning Yu and finally finds out the reason why Ning Yu keeps rejecting him - she is the daughter of Cui Hao. Jian Hong Cheng uses his ways to solve the crisis at hand. However, Ning Yu's brother, Ning Shu, secretly kept making trouble for him. Jian Hong Cheng and Ning Yu worked together to stop their illogical relatives. Facing constant trifles, the two of them experienced the pain of mid-life, which allowed them to know each other again and also realize the type of life they truly wanted. (MDL)

Genre: Drama

Where to Watch: KissAsian

Note: There wasn’t a whole lot of whump in this one, but I highlighted the episodes that had the most whumpy scenes in red.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Episode 1: reprimanded, shouted at (27:35)

Episode 2-5: None

Episode 6: angry, argument with girlfriend (38:50)

Episode 7-11: None

Episode 12: argument with sister (12:50)

Episode 13: furious, upset, shouting (35:00)

Episode 14-16: None

Episode 17: slapped, stumbling, shocked, blood on his lip, scared, swallowing, threatened to be beat up (20:50); bruise on his jaw (38:10)

Episode 18: None

Episode 19: rock thrown at his window, threatened (8:45)

Episode 20: argument with sister, shouting, talking about his seizure disorder (6:40); interrogated, scared, taken away & beaten (off screen but you can hear it happening), begging, thrown on the floor, face bruised & cut up, bleeding from the mouth (20:13); in the back of a car looking tired, worried over, tended to, holding ice packs to his face (29:50)

Episode 21: depressed, not eating, bruise on his cheek (20:20); angry, arguing, protecting his mother (34:15)

Episode 22-25: None

Episode 26: tired, mom worried about him (8:55); angry, shouting, argument with sister (38:30)

Episode 27-33: None

Episode 34: ambushed, hit in the back with crowbar (35:40); waking tied up, manhandled (38:30)

Episode 35: still tied up (6:40); slapped, stumbling, protecting his mother, in a fight (28:30)

Episode 36: girlfriend breaking up with him (26:20); ambushed, grabbed, arguing, angry, punched someone, manhandled (40:38); fight, grabbed and held, punched, shoved and hit the back of his head, suddenly seizing, foaming at the mouth (42:15)

Episode 37: people watching a recording of him being attacked and seizing (5:25); awake in the hospital, worried over (14:40); girlfriend leaving him for good, kneeling down crying (42:20)

Episode 38: receiving upsetting call (17:30); rushing to hospital, panting, seeing his mother unconscious on a gurney which triggers a seizure, collapsing, foaming at the mouth, sister holding him, in hospital bed unconscious (19:50); left hospital without permission, going to confront someone, angry, knife pointed at him, grabbing knife blade, hand bleeding, stabbing someone by mistake (25:50); in prison, flashback to being taken to prison in handcuffs (29:00)

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Asian dramas and my favorite types of characters

There are my favorite types of characters as a list. A villain with a fatal weakness

Drama: The Scholar Who Walks the Night /밤을 걷는 선비 Character: Gwi Screentime: Secondary Gwi is an ancient vampire and a master of puppets (and Joseon's king is the main of them). He is merciless, invincible and scheming all the drama long, until he accidentally kills a girl, who was his hostage and recalcitrant puppet from her childhood on and was the only one who could scold him and deny him. Nothing about it is said directly in the drama, but after her death he goes insane, kills all of his puppets and this way causes his own death. So, I suppose, she was his only weakness, and I like this type of a personal drama for a villain. Punch-Clock Villain / the Dragon

Drama: 100 Days My Prince /백일의 낭군님 Character: Moo-yeon Screentime: Secondary Moo-yeon works as an assassin for the killer of his father, who is constantly threatening him with the life of his sister. Moo-yeon is a man of a very ill fate: his family was accused of a treason and executed, his sister became a fugitive, he was forced to sell his conscience for his and sister's lives and, as a cherry on the top of this cake, fell in love with the daughter of his captor. And died trying to save her... His story is sooooo sad, but it makes me feel for this character fully. Also, he is the king of whump because the half of the drama he is injured and suffers from his wounds. The whole sad story of this guy is analyzed by me here, here and here.

Drama: The King Loves /왕은 사랑한다 Character: Moo-suk Screentime: Minor Koreans, obviously, like this type of characters, too, so there is another Dragon of the main villain, Moo-suk. In his free from dirty deeds time he h̶e̶l̶p̶s̶ ̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶l̶a̶d̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶o̶a̶d̶ literally saves cute children and restores self-confidence of young ladies. And then he falls in love, rethinks his life and dies from the hand of his master. Predictable and sad. Still a memorable guy, though. 50 shades of a Byronic Hero

Drama: The Wolf / 狼殿下 Character: Chu Youwen Screentime: Main A Mowgli boy was adopted by a wicked emperor, brought up like a cruel beast and was forced to do some dirty stuff for the emperor. He is mysterious, severe and you never know what's on his mind. As a true Byronic hero. He is some kind of Dragon, too, but it's a Chinese drama and he is a main hero in it, that's why he doesn't really do anything bad during the series. His soul is kind and his heart is pure, but he hides it from his love and deals with all of his problems on his own. It's the reason why all of this drama is a masochistic tango between him and his love. Whump lovers will be happy, too, because he is constantly in chains, pierced by arrows like a hedgehog or works as a slave in mines. As any other Dragon, he has a BE.

Drama: Lost You Forever /长相思 第一季 Character: Xiang Liu Screentime: Secondary A mysterious demon general, whose name makes everyone shake in fear. A former demon slave, who is true to his word enough to fight for his benefactor even if he knows crystal clearly that it's hopeless and he and his army will die in the end. A man who has huge problems with expression of his emotions in a socially approved way. Edward Cullen of Chinese dramaland. He is enigmatic, with thick vibes of a bad guy, yet very loyal to his benefactor as well as his love and very selfless. Because of this loyalty he will die and the love of his life will never-ever find out about anything he has done for her during the story.

Drama: My Journey to You /云之羽 Character: Gong Shangjue Screentime: Secondary A guy was through trauma in his childhood and it made him look intimidating and unfeeling. A tsundere is born! He coped with his trauma by taking extra responsibilities for everything and everyone and turned to be a walking killing machine instead of a man. But an enemy assassin comes to his life and teaches him how to be a human once more. It's a painful experience, but it`s necessary in order to grow up as a character and is beautifully fulfilled. It was a great joy to know that he survives at the end of the story, it's a rare thing for this type of characters, so even if there is season 2 someday, I will not watch it in order not to spoil my impression of the first one. I wrote about him detailed here, here, here and here.

Drama: Princess Agents / 特工皇妃楚乔传 Character: Yan Xun Screentime: Secondary It's the transformation story, too, like a previous one, but this time it's transformation from an ordinary man to a villain. Prince Yan Xun is a hostage colony prince in a metropolis empire, but he enjoys a noble life along with other nobility youth. The society around him is awful, each of these noble youths is a psycho who appreciate human hunt and so on, but cheerful and easy-going Yan Xun doesn't think their bloodthirstiness could turn against him. When relationship between the metropolis and the colony become tense, though, Yan Xun's friends of yesterday are happy to drink his blood. He loses his whole family and, insanely longing for revenge, slowly turns to one of those monsters himself.

Drama: A Journey to Love / 一念关山 Character: Li Tongguang Screentime: Minor This guy has got a very realistic personality and background: he is a bastard who was deprived of mother's love since he was a child. The first circumstance made him power-hungry, scheming and outwardly emotionless, the second one made him longing for mother's love on insanely level. So he is invincible outwardly, but turns into a teary mess when it's about his female tutor, who is a mother figure for him. The contrast between these two personalities is enormous and makes this character very alive and interesting. During the drama he will not cope with his Oedipus complex but circumstances will solve this problem for him.

A pure-hearted hero

Drama: Creation of the Gods Ⅰ / 封神三部曲 Character: Ji Fa Screentime: Main It's maybe strange to find this type of characters in the list of my favorite types, but morality and selflessness of a character is very important for me, too. This story is some kind of King Arthur's legend, but in a Chinese way. The emperor is bewitched by a demon and is bringing the kingdom to it's downfall, the Gods are here to find the savior with the help of a magic scroll that can be opened only by a true king. Ji Fa, a hero of this story, doesn't care about scrolls, but his heart is loyal to his kingdom and to his family (in this very order). He genuinely wants to help his friend-prince to be a king his kingdom deserves and, despite awful things that were done to him and his family, doesn`t harden his soul and betray his ideals. And, I suppose, although he isn't aware of this, he IS the future King Arthur of China. Interesting character decisions

Drama: The Legends/招摇 Characters: Jiang Wu Screentime: Minor This character is something like a rival of the male lead. He is a xinmo - an inner demon of some other character and represents the darkest features of a human's soul. He is a ruthless killer, a dark sorcerer without conscience, but what was very unique, being literary the worst part of a human personality, he values his assistants a lot and genuinely cares for them. A villain is usually a lone wolf. He doesn't trust anyone and doesn't value anyone, his loneliness is usually his weakness and a key to his downfall. So I was pleasantly surprised that sometimes a villain is capable of building healthy relationships with his subordinates.

Drama: Sh**ting Stars / 별똥별 Characters: Do Soo-hyuk Screentime: Minor

This guy truly surprised me. Firstly, he is supposed to be something like a third wheel in relationships of the main couple, but he just calmly got a refusal from the female lead, said "OK" and, absolutely relaxed, proceeded to live his life further. It's something unbelievable for me, because I used to see the insanity caused by an unrequited love to be the plot engine of a lot of dramas. Secondly, he is well-written as a character, straightforward, principled and has tsundere-ish or Byronic vibes - all the character features that I like =) Part 3 will be about other interesting types of relationship, mostly between men.

[whumpypepsigal]

#ellie resting her head on joel’s shoulder, her hand on his chest comforting him and his head slowly leaning towards her

[insert christina yang yelling “somebody sedate me” gif]

[whumpty-dumpty]

Ray Donovan

(2013 - 2020)

Ray Donovan (Liev Schreiber)

Whump List

Trigger warnings and spoilers under the cut:

Trigger warning: this show has every trigger imaginable but particularly for child abuse, sexual child abuse, drug abuse, alcohol abuse. It also depicts a lot of mental and physical illness themes like PTSD, depression, panick attacks parkinsons and cancer.

1x01 upset because his estranged father is back in town

1x05 face scrached, blood, crying

1x07 fight, broken rib

1x10 crying, fighting the caretaker

1x11 meeting his abuser, past abuse revealed to his brothers, upset, angry, doesn't want to be touched, backing away

1x12 still a bit on edge, talk about past abuse, held at gunpoint

2x01 waking up from a nightmare

2x09 beaten up, manhandled, dragged

2x10 talk about past abuse

2x11 manhandled, arrested

2x12 shocked, grief

3x02 beaten, hit in the face

3x03 broken nose

3x07 forced to talk about his childhood abuse but not able to and runs away, very upset

3x10 held at gunpoint

3x12 in shock, disoriented, vomiting, shot in the stomach, bleeding, keeping his wound a secret, breaking down crying, talking about childhood trauma, collapse, unconscious

4x01 recovering from gunshot wound, bloody bandages, in pain, talking about his abuse, field medicine, recovering, nightmares, car crash, head wound

4x03 in a fight, panting

4x06 worried about his wife, crying

5x01 grief, crying

5x03 stabbed with a scissor, wound treated

5x07 in a fight, crying

5x08 in a fight, punched in the throat, slashed death of a loved one, breaking down crying, in a fight with his father and brothers, arrested

5x10 in a fight, broken arm, knocked out, in pain

5x11 still bruises and walking in pain from previous episode 

5x12 in therapy, diagnosed with PTSD, suicide attempt by jumping into a river from a building 

6x01 pulled out of the water, unconscious,  CPR, spitting water, knocked out, bloody, in a cell, traumatized, severly depressed, beaten up, beaten up again

6x02 still in pain from previous episode 

6x07 tasered, knocked out

6x08 hit on the head, knocked out, black eye, mental breakdown, panick attack, waking up in psychiatric hospital, restrained, struggling against nurse

6x09 still in hospital, refusing to talk about his breakdown, beaten up

6x10 jumping out a window, badly hurt, bloody all over, chased, field medicine, in pain, glass shard stuck in shoulder, collapse, unconscious,  cared for by his father

6x11 still in pain, worried about his daughter, on the verge of another breakdown, vomiting, tears

7x02 assumed death of a loved one, conflicted feelings, crying, grief

7x08 beaten up, knocked out, bloody face, in a fight

7x10 crying

Ray Donovan - The Movie: young Ray (in the past): beaten and fight with his father, Ray (in the present): beaten up, thrown from a car, in pain, deep cut in leg, bleeding,shot in the stomach, car crash, helped walking, field medicine

[simply-whump]

Wonderland of Love (乐游原) - Whump List

Whumpee : Li Ni played by Xu Kai

Synopsis : "Wonderland of Love" follows the story of the emperor's grandson Li Ni, who guards the border and is forced to take on the responsibility of quelling the rebellion. During military campaigns against the rebels, he encounters the ambitious Cui Lin, who is the only daughter of General Cui Yi. They cross paths with each other many times on the battlefields. (MDL)

Genres : Historical, Romance, Political

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Li Ni

Ep 1 : Finger pricked — Elbow pricked, kicked into a well

Ep 2 : Tied up with ropes, frees himself — Hit with a drugged needle, passes out

Ep 3 : Tied up —  Pricked with a drugged needle, passes out

Ep 4 : Slapped 

Ep 5 : Pretending to be drunk — Restrained 

Ep 6 : Handcuffed, imprisoned 

Ep 7-8 : None

Ep 9 : Grazed by an arrow

Ep 10-11 : None

Ep 12 : Worried for someone, hand bitten — Hand treated — Yelled at by his father unfairly 

Ep 13-16 : None

Ep 17 : pricked with a drugged needle , passes out

Ep 18 : Tied and gagged in a box (short) — Bruise on his hand from the rope

Ep 19 : None

Ep 20 : Crying — Drinking, crying

Ep 21 : Drinks some medicine, pretends to be poisoned and to pass out, concern for him — Restrained, imprisoned, chained — Whipped 30 times, bleeding, sweating, in pain — Wincing in pain — Injury accidentally touched, wincing, concern for him, injuries revealed (Gif Set)

Ep 22-23 : None

Ep 24 : Sword at his neck — Fighting, hit multiple times, pinned to the ground — Teary-eyed

Ep 25-28 : None

Ep 29 : Upset — Crying — Angry

Ep 30 : Stabbed by his own brother, bleeding, keeps fighting, hit by an arrow, spitting blood, keeps fighting, all his friends dying in front of him, cut by a sword, spitting blood, collapses, shielded by his last friend alive, crying (Gif Set)

Ep 31 : Still on the battlefield heavily injured, shot (has now three arrows inside of him), keeps fighting, gets cut, spitting blood, collapses to one knee, kicked, more blood spitting, on the ground barely alive, finally passes out, found, lots of worry for him, wakes up for a very brief moment (Gif Set) — In bed, spitting lots of blood, concern for him, crying, grieving his friends (very sad monologue) — Wakes up, wincing in pain, gets up with difficulty, crying — Goes out to pay respect to his dead friends even though he is not at all recovered, spitting blood, collapses, crying, comforted

Ep 32 : None

Ep 33 : Kneeling in the rain for a very long time even though he is still recovering, refuses to get up

Ep 34 : Still kneeling in the rain, has a nosebleed, concern for him, people are trying to persuade him to get up, spitting blood, collapses — Unconscious in bed, pulse taken

Ep 35 : None

Ep 36 : Drugged with an aphrodisiac, sweating, dizzy, vision blurry

Ep 37 : None

Ep 38 : Worried for someone, crying, in denial 

Ep 39 : Sobbing, screaming — Crying — Crying

Ep 40 : None

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INDIGNATION j.todd

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 3K

JASON TODD X FEM!READER  ☆ SUMMARY - the joker has tortured jason enough so he moves onto the thing he knows he loves the most.

 ☆ WARNINGS - angst, torturing, whump, blood and gore, ptsd, crowbar lol, beatings, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it was supposed to be a good night, one filled with laughter and excitement, those nervous grins across the table because even after so long, jason still managed to make you so utterly timid especially when it came to flirting. you loved the boy with your life as he did you, so the plan had been to spend the evening at a restaraunt of your choice though he knew anything you picked, he would adore.

but while it was supposed to be a lovely night spent with your boyfriend of three years, though you had been friends much longer than that, everything turned to a change. he knew he was a little late though you would hardly blame him for having to help dick grayson get ready for his own date, instead you'd smile and tell him it really wasn't a problem. you were always kind like that. so you waited for him, outside of the restaraunt by yourself.

you supposed, looking back on it you perhaps shouldn't have waited outside alone in a summers dress within the black amiss of the gotham streets, it wasn't safe and the vigilante had warned you of such over and over, you supposed it was your fault after all that you were now in the situation you were in.

it all happened so fast, he approached you on his motorcycle, a sloppy grin on his face as it matched your own, you remembered kissing him softly and that was one of the last things you remembered before a sharp blow to the back of your head.

and now, as the man sat strapped to a chair the only thing on his mind was the unconscious girl in front of him, he didn't care for what would happen to him for he knew nothing could be worse than loosing you, his love. he knew who it was, the joker, he'd never truly leave even when jason prayed to any sort of god above that he would. he was always watching, like a stalker behind a camera, lurking though the man supposed it wouldn't be too hard to find out about you seeing as it had been all over the papers, the son of bruce wayne, supposedly died, dating the daughter of his fathers best friend.

"c'mon, princess, you gotta wake up." though he wanted to reach out, to push the hair away from your bloodied cheek that it was sticking too, you had fallen and cut your face yet nothing happened to him, why had the joker kept him if he weren't going to do anything aside from knocking him out and dragging him to your whereabouts. he cursed as he looked down at the restraints, holding him into the chair so he couldn't lift his arm.

it was the splutter of a cough that had his head instantly springing up from where it hung, eyes instantly surveying your form as you, weakly, attempted to sit up though with great difficulty due to your own restraints, chaining you to the stone wall behind you, it was damp on your back like a cloth dipped in water. the first feeling was confusion, the next was fear, and after that you weren't too sure what came up albeit you were sure it was more than five emotions mixed together. "jay?" a feeble rasp, the back of your throat felt like sandpaper.

"i'm here, baby, right here." confused, hazy, eyes glancing towards him where he sat wishing for nothing more than to allow himself out of the restraints, to hold you in his arms. he was a vigilante, he had seen a lot of fear in his life but on your face, he was sure that the emotion was enough to make a grown man cry, enough to make him swallow the lump at the back of his throat, apparently. "I'm gonna get out of here, 'kay? just gotta hold on." attempting to scratch the restraints against the seat he was shoved into, hoping they'd rip open but the attempt worked to no avail.

a night supposed to be filled with laughter and happiness, so why did tears coat your eyes? why did you back yourself against the wall only to glance up at your wrists, tied in some sort of cuffs that looked to be something one would only see in a tv werewolf show, then you remembered it was real life, that the blood surrounding your wrists from accidentally pulling a little too hard.

the sound of loud doors creaking had both the lovers heads turning, fear written all over them. "I see you have both awoken, good, it was getting a little boring all by myself." and a shrill laugh that had your body sinking into the wall further. you had always known of the joker, the man that had taken away the love of your life once but never, had you seen the man, sure on tv or on the newspaper but not in real life, not so close to you. "and what do we have here, a scared little doe?" You tried to back your face away when dirtied, calloused hands came in contact with your chin, holding it in place sternly. you were scared, terrified, even but even so you did everything you could to hide it on your face, unfortunately, you were never a great actress.

"let her go." the words gritted through the mans teeth, he was furious, he had never had a bigger indignation for someone other than the man in front of him, his hands on his loves face. "do whatever the fuck you want to me but let her go." but he wouldn't beg, he never did before and he certainly wouldn't begin now. he didn't miss the way your eyes flickered with distress because as utterly petrified as you were, you were double times for the love of your life. you had lost him once, it would never happen again.

this didn't seem to frighten the joker nor did he halt, instead, he roughly let go of your jaw in which you stared up at him in terror. it had occured to you that you were never often scared for yourself, usually, you were worrying about your lover and now as you sat on the cold ground, all you could do is stare. your mouth didn't open nor did your eyes blink, you just stared. you always wondered if you'd have a fight or flight instinct but never would you have guessed it would be to freeze. "how romantic, the knight ready to give himself up for the princess." a grin on the mans face, his makeup almost embedded into his skin.

"she's not a part of this-" but the joker was quick to shut the man down.

"oh, but she is." seemingly more serious than before, you didn't like this look, suddenly his laughs and grinned seemed so much less scarier than his serious, stern expression. "you knew she was as soon as you asked her to be yours." the jokers eyes moved from jason's to yours. "and now she'll pay the price for your idiocy. i mean, the papers, the news, you didn't really think no one would find out?" and his shrill laugh back, a giggle but not one filled with joy or happiness, one with a set goal to strike you with terror. "you're the reason she's here, you're the reason she's going to die, not today, maybe not this week, this month, maybe not even this year but the girl will die." turning his stern glance back to your boyfriend. "and her blood will be on your hands." and suddenly something struck jason todd, a strong, careless vigilante that people looked to when they needed a cold opinion, now he sat in the chair and his own stomach doubling over because for once in his life, the joker was right. jason todd would be the death of you, and he couldn't prevent it. "now... where were we?"

the sight, joker standing above your body, unmercifully beating your limp body with something sat in between his fingers, gripped harshly. but for a second, jason couldn't hear your pleas for him to stop, he couldn't hear your whimpers and attempts to get away from the man that so cruelly beat your body for his eyes had attached to something else. a crowbar, sitting harshly in his hands. a crowbar, possibly the very same one. but it didn't matter to jason for the only thing on his mind, he wouldn't let what happened to him happen to you, he couldn't. he wouldn't.

"hey! get the fuck off her!" but his shouts working to no avail. "don't fucking touch her!" attempting to shove his leg out, trying with everything he could to hit the joker in some way but he couldn't, he was too far away and all he could hear was your whimpers and sobs, begging the man to stop. "stop it!" but he couldn't help the glass that coated his eyes. he remembered this all too well, he couldn't re live the past but he gladly would if it meant you being safe. you were yelping, gasping and crying, but your body could hardly get away from the man covered in makeup, standing in a purple suit as if he were anything important.

it was jason's fault, all his fault, he should have left you out of this, you never should have been involved yet here he sat, his own voice choked, he couldn't do anything, he wasn't in control and there you lay, getting a beating for simply being in love with him. it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair in the slightest. y/n l/n the sweetest soul on the planet, according to jason, anyway, the girl with the gentlest of touches and the softest of voice, and the worst about it as he knew you lay, weeping and hyperventilating, he knew that in the back of your mind. you were relieved. because your lover was safe, a beating would hurt but nothing could beat the pure agony of the night jason todd was taken away from you.

your cries had begun to slow down, all jason could hear was the sharp intake of breaths as one landing followed the next, he couldn't see you, the joker being in the way of your body but he could only imagine the damage done to your pretty skin. "She won't die to today." the joker appeared to be out of breath as he raised himself from the previous position, his back still facing the man. "but she won't live forever, we both know that." jason's face twisting into some expression to keep himself from letting out the lump that had gathered at the back of his throat though his eyes still covered in tears that had been for you, the sound of your sobs echoing the room. "keep her guarded, while you can." and the joker had the impertinence to laugh. "sorry about that, dollface, nothing personal." as he bent down to stroke your hair from your face, jason heard you let out a whimper, he jolted forward in his chair. "just needed to teach the big boy here a lesson, a gift for your co-operation." as he dropped two keys on the ground in front of you.

for some sick, twisted reason the joker was merely expecting.... a thank you. so he waited, his face watching yours expecting for you to praise him, to adore him for letting you live. you were the kindest in the world, for the man that had killed your husband to be, you could spare nothing but honesty. "fuck you." and for a second, jason had been the proudest of you he had ever been, that was when his face twisted once more, realising that the joker wouldn't have taken such words lightly.

"bitch." slashing your face with something that jason could not see. he held your face up by your hair, pulling harshly on the roots. "you're lucky to be alive now, don't make me regret my decisions." but he needed her to stay alive so jason todd could live in fear, the fear that one day she would be snatched from his grasp, now, however, was not the time because he was sure that jason todd simply wasn't scared enough yet. jason watched as the joker slowly stood, turning to face him. "we'll meet again, the next time i won't be so kind." and that was all he had said before leaving the cold, damp room, the two lovers sat atop stone themselves, alone.

jason couldn't wait to look, he needed to see, he had to apprehend the damage. but as soon as his eyes laid on your body, he was almost upset with himself for looking. you were propped up against the wall, your long chained hands on the ground, your head hanging low but what jason could see from his angle, there was blood, too much blood. yet two keys sat in front of you, the jokers 'gift' had been your ticket straight out of there. "princess, fuck, okay you're gonna be okay, i- fuck." he was stressing, the keys so close to your body yet you were too feeble to take them, to unlock you both but if you stayed still any longer you were sure to pass out. "baby, listen to me, can you hear me?" the panic rising in his voice. a raspy hum in response but your vision completely blurred. "you need to get the keys, get us out of here and let me take you to the hospital, can you do that, sweetheart? c'mon i know you can, you're strong, angel, we both know that." that was something you certainly not, but he was trying to be encouraging, after all you supposed it was your fault you were here in the first place.

your hand reached out, slowly, wearily but nonetheless it reached out. jason could barely see the blood that coated your hand as you grasped the key into your hand, shoving it into the lock of your handcuffs. you unlocked yourself and just as you did so, your arms felt slightly limp. if there was one thing jason knew about you, it was that you were determined, so much so it annoyed him at times how utterly stubborn you were but in the end he loved it with every inch of him. "good girl, c'mon angel can you bring the other key over here? fuck, i'm so proud of you." but you knew it was nothings, to attempt to coax you into freeing him of the restraints.

you had the other key in your hand and somehow, you had made it to his chair, you weren't sure if you had crawled or staggered, you couldn't remember how your body moved from the wall to the centre of the room where jason todd sat in a chair, tied in restraints as you had, and you certainly weren't sure how you had managed to get a key stuck straight into his handcuffs.

it was now that you were close, now that your proximity defied you, you couldn't run, he could see every bruise that tattered your face, a large gash running across your cheek, and all up your arms was more bruises and grazes but he didn't miss how the blood soaked through your dress. your fragile, gentle body littered with so much danger, jason todd had never hated himself more and he could only assume you hated him the same, judging by the way you had not yet met his eyes, not yet said a word.

when his hands finally fell free they came to grab you, gently yet firmly as you practically fell limp. he shoved himself off the chair in an instant, crouching down to the ground with your body, holding you oh so close. he wrapped his arms around you, holding your head to his chest. he would save you but for a second he needed to hold you. to remind himself that you were here, alive, he wasn't sure if it would be the last time he ever would. how could you not hate him? it was all his fault, he was sure that after tonight, he'd never see you again, and how could he blame you?

he was expecting you to shove him away with the little strength you had left, maybe stay silent or perhaps you would raise your voice, he would have if be it he was in your position. however, what he hadn't expected was another whimper as you shoved your head into his chest and the next words to fall from your lips. "i'm sorry." sorry? you? why would you possibly be sorry? "i shouldn't have made you come to dinner, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, s-so stupid." but nothing could ease your sobs as you clung to the larger man.

"hey, hey, sweetheart none of this is your fault." as he pushed your face out of his shoulder with his hands, staring right into your beautiful eyes that looked so saddened, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you scrunched your brows together. "okay, i fucked up, i never should have left you alone and i won't do it again okay just please- fuck just dont- dont leave me." and he knew how selfish it was to ask of you, to stay with the man that was sure to ruin your life but he wouldn't, not as long as he could help it for he would cling to you for the rest of your life, if you let him.

you shook your head, allowing the silent tears to continue to make their way down your cheeks. "'won't leave. 'wont ever leave." and once again your hands clung to him, like he would disappear if you had let go. he left once, you would never allow that to happen again. "jay, e-everything hurts." everything burned, right through your skin and you couldn't help but shake in his hold.

"fuck- i know baby, i'm gonna save you 'kay? promise." and he did just that. jason todd. some said he was a hero. others say he's a villain. some say that he was once a hero and turned bad others say he was never good to begin with.

but with you? jason had never done anything but save you. an everlasting hero.

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A Writer's Odyssey (刺杀小说家) | Cmovie | Whump List

Genre: Action, Thriller, Mystery, Fantasy, Historical.

Synopsis: Desperate to find his missing daughter, a father agrees to help a mysterious woman assassinate a novelist. At the same time, the young hero in the book’s alternate universe has also put his revenge plan into motion, and his actions begin to affect the real world.

Length: 2 hours

Whump meter: ▲▲▲◭△ 

✨ Both the fantasy world and the real world had an engaging story that connected very nicely! Very unique and surprisingly whumpy ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Quite a bit of blood, human trafficking (briefly in the beginning). ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Lu Kongwen portrayed by Dong Zi Jian

10:20 | (as book character) Chased through a forest, hit in the back with chains, falls to the ground, grunts, bleeding from the mouth, struggling to continue running, saved, pushed off cliff to save his life. Panting, whimpering, in shock, watching loved one die, whimpering, crying, angry.

16:16 | (as book character) Living armour engulfs him, in shock, trying to remove it, falls to the ground, in pain, unable to control his limbs, whimpering, armour pierces his skin and settles on him, whimpering, groaning, screaming.

35:15 | (as himself) Barely dodges being hit by a car, tumbles down the stairs, wincing.

41:05 | (as book character) Accidentally dragged into war, barely dodges an arrow shot at him, falls to the ground, in shock.

55:55 | (as book character) Scared, running for his life, chased. Falls on the ground from a rooftop, barely dodges a weapon thrown at him. Kicked in the chest, knocked back onto the ground, barely dodges a weapon thrown at him again, bleeding from the mouth, scared, struggling to get up, concern for ally.

01:01:05 | (as himself) Hit in the leg with a rock, falls to his knees, wincing in pain, labored breathing, hit in the shoulder with a rock, whimpering, calling out for help, panting, struggling to crawl to safety, hit in the back with a rock, groaning, hunched over in pain, whimpering, hit in the head with a rock, falls down a hill, unconscious on the ground, bleeding from the head, groaning weakly.

01:11:35 | (as book character) Clutching chest, coughing, concern for him.

01:20:45 | (as himself) Scratches visible on his face. Slips and falls off building, caught by ally.

01:21:48 | (as book character) Fought, saved, distressed. Holes visible on his arms from meat armour. Meat armour returned to his body, stumbling, panting.

01:44:50 | (as book character) Holes visible on his arms, saved, knocked back onto the ground x3, in pain, saved, grabbed by giant hand and squeezed, bleeding from the head, groaning, screaming, saved, falls to the ground, writhing in pain, stabbed in the abdomen by a giant nail, slowly dragged across the ground, groaning.

01:49:50 | (as himself) Stabbed (off-screen), lying on the ground, barely responsive, bleeding from the abdomen, wheeled into the hospital, oxygen mask on his face, unconscious.

01:53:25 | (as book character) Struggling to walk, shoved and is sent flying back onto the ground, spits blood, groaning, panting. Clutching arm, tries to move but arm hurts, winces, tries grabbing sword but arm is too weak (seemingly dislocated but unsure when this happened), winces, armour engulfs his injured arm, groaning.

01:5920 | (as book character) Dangling from high place, struggling, engulfed by tentacles.

Whumpee: Guan Ning portrayed by Lei Jin Yin

05:35 | Arrested (offscreen). Has nightmare of losing his daughter, wakes up cuffed to the car, repeatedly hit.

35:15 | Saved from car driving into him, tumbles down the stairs, wincing.

47:00 | Kicked in the chest, punched in the chest, shoved into a wall, kneed in the abdomen, shoved into a furniture, strangled with a telephone cord, kicked on the leg which causes him to fall onto the ground, arm twisted behind his back, screams. Held under water in a bathtub, arms bound, struggling, losing consciousness, pulled out and thrown on the ground, coughing water, labored breathing.

01:06:15 | kicked in the chest, falls back.

01:05:12 | Fought, glass bottle broken over his head, bleeding, slashed in the face, falls on the ground, wincing, struggling to get up, angry. Told disturbing reveal, whimpering, crying. Kicked to the ground, tackled and knocked out. Crying.

01:33:50 | Electrocuted x2, fought, crashes into bookcase, slashed in the back with a fan blade, clutching leg, trail of his blood on the wall.

01:39:05 | Golf ball thrown at his abdomen with super strength, punched into a wall, thrown onto a table, dragged across the floor, unable to get up, bleeding from the head, falls to the ground.

01:49:30 | Helped to walk, struggling to continue on his own, stumbling.

02:01:30 | Emotional, crying.

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