#febwhumpday2

[wrencatte]

febwhump day 2: holding back tears except less whump and more angst. feels like these febwhump things are going to be me smashing out quick ideas that might be expanded on later, might not Fallen Order-Era. Cere POV. Time-travel

A figure stands at the end of the Mantis’s ramp, not even a toe of the edge. He radiates such strong wistfulness, and no small amount of grief, Cere can feel it to the marrow of her bones even without the Force. Still, she keeps her blaster in hand, tucked out of sight, and stares down the stranger, eyebrow raised.

He’s dressed in a garish blue and yellow poncho, hood pulled low over his head against the torrent of rain but makes no other effort to shield himself. She can’t see much of his face other than a glint of eyes on her and a crooked sort of smile. He looks at her with a familiarity she shouldn’t understand – yet she does. The Force stirs in the back of her mind, perking up like a bogling out of its burrow, whispering trust-trust-trust so loudly she wants to cover her ears. It’s bright and shining, like the sun on a cloudless day, and it’s so different than the shadowy darkness that’s been haunting her since Nur she’s….she’s pretty tempted to listen, just this once.

“Can I help you?” she asks curtly.

The figure shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’m looking for charter. I’ve got credits.” His voice is low and oddly thick, but Cere can’t say if that’s his natural tone or something else.

No is on the tip of her tongue. Yes, they’ve taken passengers before when their collective funds were too low – they tried not to rely too heavily on Cere’s stash – but usually they’re advertising, not simply accepting every random person’s offer of credits on a whim. But when Cere goes to dismiss him, something stops her. The Force. Her instincts. The way he continues to stand just off the ramp, radiating grief and longing in a way Cere is intimately familiar with.

“Where are you going?”

“The Outer Rim, I think,” he says.

“You think?”

“A gut feeling.” He tilts his head, his smile growing cheeky, and Cere blinks, taken aback by how young he looks. “Something tells me I need to be there.”

Bogano is in the Outer Rim. Cere dares not to hope that maybe this gut feeling speaks of something deeper. She sighs and gestures for him to come up the ramp. “Get inside. Can’t have you drowning while we hash out the details.”

His whole expression brightens as he scampers up. “Thank you!”

“Slow down. We haven’t agreed to anything just yet.” She doesn’t bother hiding her blaster now, making sure he can see it. The moment he tries to pull something she’ll shoot him dead, kid or not. “Captain! We’ve got company!”

Greez sticks his head out the cockpit, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “We running a babysitting service now? What are you, ten?”

“Seventeen,” the stranger quips as he pulls down his hood to reveal a shock of copper red hair. He’s smiling so hard it has to hurt, his gaze flickering from Cere to Greez then back again. His eyes shine with what look like unshed tears, but that could just be remnants of rainwater. “I’m seventeen.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of Naboo.” Greez warily comes out of the cockpit, one set of hands on his hips. “Whatcha want, longbean?”

The kid laughs. It sounds brittle. “Like I told her,” he gestures to Cere. “Just looking to get to the Outer Rim. I’ve got the credits. I can lend a hand too, with maintenance. I’m pretty handy with it comes to ships. I can cook and pilot – I had a really good teacher.” His eyes linger on Greez before tearing away to focus on Cere again. He swallows thickly, voice a little less steady. “I can haggle and fight. I won’t be a dead weight.”

Cere holds up a hand before he can keep going, her stomach twisting and her heart aching. The kid is running from something, she’s pretty sure, but even that doesn’t seem quite right. “Credits will be enough,” she tells him. Then, against her better judgement, she adds, “I’ve got a good feeling about you.”

He beams and rasps out, “Yeah. Me too.” He sticks out a hand, the poncho sliding across his arm to show the edge of a dark tattoo. “I’m Cal.”

“Nice to meet you, Cal.” She takes it, holding firm. The Force dances happily around their clasped hands and she can’t turn away. “I’m Cere. This is Greez. Welcome aboard the Mantis.”

[crowleychild]

DAY 2: HOLDING BACK TEARS

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: T

Warnings: Emotional distress

Rex knew he had to be focused. Ready to fight, ready for battle.

And still, he couldn’t stop seeing it. How everyone had shot Ahsoka. How he himself had done it. How they hadn’t even doubted, they just fired.

He could have killed her.

“Focus” he remembered himself.

But he couldn’t. The guilt was too much, having to talk to Ahsoka as if nothing had happened, seeing her just fine when she could be dead.

His hands started to shake and he just wanted them to stay still.

His hand should have shaken when he was firing against his friend, but they hadn’t.

He felt an unfamiliar burn in his eyes, and he got even more upset. He didn’t have any right to cry, no after what he had done, no when Ashoka seemed to be just fine with him,no when they should be focused on escaping, surviving, getting ready to fight their way out.

“Focus. You’re a soldier”

-So, what do we do? - he said, wanting to think about something else - Fight our way to the shuttle?

-There are too many- She responded- Besides, I don't want to hurt them.

She looked at him and Rex saw she was being serious. Now he could feel a pain on his chest, and he was growing tired of his body betraying him.

-I hate to tell you this, but they don't care- he said, almost angry. How could she think about not hurting them when they almost… - This ship is going down, and those soldiers, my brothers, are willing to die, and take you and me along with them!!

“My brothers”

He tried to pull himself together, calm his breathing down, but he was a fool if he really thought he could hide it from Ahsoka.

She took his helmet off and he saw the compassionate look on her eyes. He saw her forgiveness and his eyes started burning. He had to look away when the tear ran down his face.

He hated himself even more, ashamed, until she said:

-You're a good soldier, Rex.

At that moment, he knew he would do anything to help her escape alive.

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tags: @febuwhump

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 2 - Holding Back Tears

A/N: He'd witnessed dozens of deaths during his career, but none of them had been Jadzia Dax. Set during 'Tears of the Prophets'.

He watched silently from the doorway.

He'd crossed his arms because his hands couldn't stop shaking.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was glad Sisko and Worf were obscuring her face. He wasn't sure if he could look at her right now.

Any other human wouldn't have heard her final words, but he wasn't an ordinary human. Her voice was as clear as if he were standing by her side:

"Our baby would've been so beautiful."

Your baby.

Julian's diaphragm hitched. He turned his gaze to the ceiling, willing every part of himself to hold it together a little longer. I don't want the last thing she hears to be my sobbing.

Worf's anguished roar rattled the infirmary. He'd moved just enough that Julian caught a glimpse of her lifeless body, now coloured with the sickly familiar shade of death.

A tear finally escaped down his cheek, running under the collar of his scrubs. Deciding he couldn't bear it any longer, he hurriedly turned away and headed for his office, ignoring the stares of his concerned staff. He barely made it through the door and locking it before he let out his own scream.

One that was filled with grief, yes, but more so anger.

Anger at his own inability to save her.

Anger at yet another wasteful death.

Anger at the uncaring universe who had taken his friend.

"If you're really out there," Julian roared at the ceiling, his pointed finger shaking violently, "then why couldn't you stop this?! W-Why didn't one of you…appear and do something!"

He snatched one of the research padds from his desk, hurling it into a glass cabinet with enough force to make it shatter. Fragments rained across the floor of his office, almost sparkling in the dim lighting.

"Some gods you make," He commented bitterly. "She wasn't even a Bajoran, and yet she came to your shrine to give thanks."

His chest was hurting.

"After all this time," Julian's voice was so thin that he barely heard himself. "A-After all this time…"

I still love you, Jadzia.

A strangled sob ripped from his throat. It was hard to see the display through the thick veil in his eyes.

"Computer…" His voice broke, and he swallowed so hard that it hurt. "Computer, record…t-time of death, f-for Jadzia Dax."

"Confirmed. Time of death, nineteen hundred hours." The computer answered emotionlessly.

Oh, how I envy you, computer.

He buried his face in his hands.

The dam finally burst, and the rivers of tears were free to run.

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2023 - No.2 - Flinching

[sisters-sideblog]

Febwhump Day 2: Failed Rescue Attempt (Four, contains broken bones and falling)

“I’ve got you,” Wind gasped.

Four blinked up at him, hazy. Wind’s hand latched painfully tight around his, the only thing keeping Four from falling. But Wind’s grip was slipping, strain stark on his face, and Four’s commands to his body produced nothing.

Wind’s grip failed, and Four fell.

“Four!” Wind’s last shout chased him down as he tumbled, bounced, rolled.

Hitting bottom was almost a relief. He moaned, dropped his head to the ground as the throbbing of scrapes and bruises made themselves known below the shattering pain of at least one broken bone. He stared at the sky, waiting for rescue to come.

[whumpinthepot]

“I can’t take this anymore,” Prompt:

Whumpee acting okay throughout a situation, trying to stay strong for a companion, but its wearing them down until they finally snap and start screaming and crying.

It could be in a healing safe environment but the pain has just been too much, or it could be under the pressure of interrogation.

It could even be a caretaker who is trying so hard to take care of whumpee but getting nowhere until the caretaker themself has a mental breakdown.

[all-things-magnumpi-fanfiction]

Operation DogWood Part 1 FebWhump Day 2

Higgins opened the front door of the Robins Nest, to check for packages when on the front porch she saw a box. She walked over to it and saw that on the top of the box there were five envelopes addressed to, her, Rick, TC, Kumu, and Gordon which looked like they contained money, and I one that was addressed to everyone, except Magnum leading her to believe that they were from him.

Upon seeing that she immediately sent a text in the group chat labeled important or SOS, telling them to get over here.

twenty minutes later

Everyone was gathered on the porch looking at Higgins expectantly.

"I am sure you are wondering why you are here," Higgins said, "well this morning I came out and saw this box with letters for us, I texted you guys then looked in the guesthouse, and well it looks like it did before Magnum moved in."

Everyone had equally concerned looks on their faces.

" I am going to read the letter addressed to everyone," Higgins said.

Dear to whom it may concern,

I got assigned a mission, involving, a specialized group of seals, in this box is all of my belongings, and envelopes assigned to each of you.

- one of Ria’s dog tags

"whos," Gordon asked looking at Rick and TC

TC said, "Thomas was part of an experimental group of SEALs who were partnered with dogs, for his last couple of years before we were captured, in the Navy, when we were just doing ex-fil for him and Nuzo, well anyway, he had a German Shepherd named Soteria or Ria,”

“The Greek goddess of protection, I presume?” Higgins asked

“she was viciously protective of Thomas like whenever he was hurt she would guard his bedside and growl at anybody who came near him, she almost bit my face off one time when I picked them up at ex-fil she followed him everywhere, where there was one there was another, it was like that for a year, until about two weeks before or the Taliban, a mission went wrong and Magnum carried her back ten miles to ex-fil, along with half carrying, two of the men under his command while bleeding from a bullet graze on his ribs."

“Command?” Gordon questioned

"He is a fourth-generation lieutenant in the military," Rick said, "Ria spent a week in the hospital, normally the dog would have got put down, but Magnums father was friends with an admiral, who pulled some strings, Ria got sent home and Magnum was supposed to follow a two weeks later and he asked to be put on reserve for a year as his mother's health was declining. We got captured and eighteen months later Ria was nowhere to be found. She would be five now."

Everyone was silent for a few moments before, Higgins continued,

-four purple hearts, one mine, one my fathers, one my grandfather's, one my great-grandfathers.

-distinguished flying cross my fathers.

-Navy Cross

“Hold up he has a navy cross, and he did not tell us!” Rick exclaimed causing everyone to look at him.

“he didn’t tell you?” Kumu questioned, but before they could answer Higgins started reading again.

Yes I did not tell you, but hey you know now, and for your information, I might have… you know what never mind.

-My choker whites and other medals

-Stanley’s police badges

-one gold star my fathers.

-dog tags

-some photographs

-letters

-My will

-my lucky Tiger's hat

-keys to 124 lex Rd Detroit Michigan,

-Keys to 17 Virginia Beach Rd Virginia Beach Virginia

-a safe containing important paperwork PLEASE DO NOT OPEN FOR THE SAKE OF MY PRIVACY

-a laptop

That is all my personal belongings,

A couple more favors, could you guys go check on those addresses, and yes I own them.

In the envelopes us the amount of money I owe each of you, and no I haven't secretly been rich, I just finally won the lawsuit against my ex-stepfather, and ex stepbrother, and got all my money from when I was a POW, those properties and my inheritance, and I finally figured out what happened to Ria, Frank confessed to creating some sob story to get someone to take her in, she was working for the police, I got her back a month ago, and have been rehashing her training at night, in secret, thanks to TC for helping.

Everyone glared at TC who held up his arms in defense and said, "he asked me not to tell anyone about it, as he didn't think that you guys would approve of him jumping out of aircraft, with a dog strapped to his chest."

"You know he is good at, keeping secrets for a guy who makes it seem like he is an open book," Higgins said while shaking her head sadly with a fond smile before continuing

Yes Higgins I snuck a dog onto the property, and kept her there for over a month without you knowing, to be fair she is trained not to make a peep, and I am the security consultant, so I adjusted the cameras to have a few blind spots, the velociraptors rather liked her company.

That's all, except Higgins check out operation dogwood keep what you find to your self. Expect something from Mac in a month.

Lieutenant  commander Thomas Magnum IV

Higgins look into my completed solo missions and cross-reference it with operation dogwood

“That is it, is this seriously his only things, the stuff that fits into this box?” Higgins questioned  concerned, and since he had a higher paygrade than you guys shouldn’t he have had more money than you guys, and I always thought that Nuzo was in charge, especially since Magnum never seemed like the take-charge type of guy, and he was the youngest out of all of you.” Gordon said.

TC and Rick shivered simultaneously at the thought of Magnum, when he was in lieutenant mode, before TC said, “He may seem, laid back, but when he is mad he is mad, and honestly his tactics were always so out of the left-field I never knew what he was going to do next or tell us to do, I have seen him somehow get the attention of over a hundred Afghan civilians instantly,”

They broke up after that and went their separate ways with plans to meet up later and maybe dig into Magnums background

***

Magnum knew that he could not stay in the Robins nest he just couldn’t do this anymore, everyone had someone that they spent most of their time with causing him to feel super alone so last week when he got requested to participate in a top-secret mission with his dog whom he recently got reunited with after three years and they had already fallen back into the pattern, he told TC as he needed to make sure that Ria still had her training which fortunately she did.

Once he got Ria back he had a feeling something was going to happen so he started to pick up his training level to what it had been like when he was a seal. Now that he had Ria, back there was something to look forward to his depression had not been as bad recently, and neither had his nightmares, he knew that if TC and Rick knew that he had been having issues again they would probably monitor him twenty-four/seven to make sure he did not kill himself like he had been considering when he realized that he had nothing left his mother was gone his dog was gone his faithful companion and protector was gone. He almost jumped off a bridge one time shortly after Nuzo died not that anybody knew that.

Magnum put the box and letters on the porch, he knew that they would find it, he had changed his power of attorney to Higgins/TC/Rick, but to contact Mac in case he is ever injured as e did not need them coming to him every time he got a little bit hurt

He just could not handle Hawaii anymore after everything that happened he can't do this anymore that’s what he told himself as he left, hoping that he might start to believe it.