#fleur-a-whump

[befuddled-calico-whump]

ohhhhh ok wait hear me out. the 'forced to walk' trope you were talking about (which is soooo fucking good btw) but with the T$$ gang.

maybe they're camping after/during a mission and the gang is asleep except Sahota and Vic because they're planning and some enemies come upon them and they're outnumbered and in trouble and Vic and Sahota are negotiating and the enemies are like looking at Sahota and are like "give us the pretty boy and we'll forget we saw you" and Vic does and that ensues for Sahota and then when the gang wakes up they're like where tf is he and either Vic lies and it takes them a while to realize what happened or they're immediately like fuck this we're going to get Sahota.

this may be totally out of character for Vic tho I'm not sure. I guess it could make a little more sense if Sahota was out scouting and got caught like in the main storyline, but then you miss out on that juicy angst of Sahota feeling betrayed like 'i didn't even do anything wrong'.

- @fleur-a-whump

ps can you tell I enjoy being mean to Sahota. I just. love him so dearly and want him to cry lmao

:) I also enjoy being mean to Sahota

It wouldn't be too far out of character for Vic, but it would be less actually giving Sahota up and more "this is the simplest way out of the scenario and he'll escape on his own eventually"

If he knows escape wouldn't be possible, he'd give up one of the other five in a heartbeat (provided he didn't need them for anything), but would be a little more hesitant about Sahota. If it came down to betraying him or entering a fight with impossible odds, he'd just let the enemy take him.

However, I do like the other idea, where Sahota gives himself up to save the others. Really, all of these options are great. Anything where Sahota ends up captured and forcibly marched for days on end is so 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[whumpshaped]

Heya I was wondering what you could do something with some specific types of injuries/alterations? Spinal injuries, broken jaw, forced body mods, and/or whump related to neglect?

Dollhouse Masterlist

tw lady whump, lady whumper/whumpee, jaw wired shut, spinal injury, captivity, dehumanisation

"I told you to close your mouth," Grace chided as she was working on the wires securing Fleur's dislocated jaw. "You never listen, do you? But at least this'll keep you from hurling nasty insults at me for a while. Maybe I'm a little glad you're so stubborn." Fleur glared at her, making her giggle.

Grace didn't like to hit the dollies. They weren't supposed to be hit. But Fleur just had a talent for ticking her off, and with her impulsive nature, it was impossible to avoid a slap here and there. She had always given a warning, though; maybe this time, Fleur had mistaken it for Grace telling her to shut up, instead of a command aimed at closing her mouth for safety reasons. Either way, the doll got herself a dislocated jaw, and upon losing her balance, a couple painful bruises as well.

Oh well.

"Did you hit yourself badly?" Grace asked with an uncharacteristic amount of gentle concern in her voice. Of course, Fleur wasn't one to appreciate it; she gave a little grunt, never easing up on the death glare. "I'm tired of your attitude, you know. I'm just trying to tend to you, and you're still being bad." She sighed, stepping away from the chair and crossing her arms. "I think I'm gonna leave you here."

Fleur tried not to show it, but she was terrified of that happening. Spending the night strapped to a chair was already a horrid experience. That paired with the pain from her jaw and aching back was a recipe for straight up torture.

She didn't exactly know what was wrong with her spine. When she fell, she had happened to fall on something, and for a split second, it had made her body go numb. Feeling came back into her limbs quickly, but god, she wished it hadn't. It had been pure agony. By now, she could feel a prominent bump right where that thing had dug into the space between her vertebrae.

And Grace was telling her that she was going to spend the night with her lumpy back pressed against a wooden chair. With her jaw still throbbing. No painkillers.

Fine. Fine. She put on her best act, looking up at Grace with those puppydog eyes she seemed to like. She didn't make a sound, just tried to look pretty and remorseful, just like a doll was supposed to.

Grace unfolded her arms and put her hands on her hips instead, heavily debating whether to fall for this tactic. Obviously, it was an act. She knew that. They both did. But was it a good enough act for her to feel entertained and happy? Was it good enough to fill the void in her chest, left behind by all those ungrateful toys from her childhood that refused to get better, no matter how much she fussed over them?

"I'll come back in the morning," she said eventually.

Fleur couldn't keep her composure. Desperate little whimpers escaped from her temporarily locked mouth, only serving as further proof that Grace was making the right choice.

She watched helplessly as her captor left the room, dooming her to a night of anguish. She thought the pain in her back had been bad before, when she was forced to sit still for the wiring process. She couldn't even imagine the pain that would come with sitting still for eight to ten more hours.

The pink numbers on the display of Grace's digital clock shone brightly, and Fleur had nothing to do other than stare and wait for them to change.

Ten hours to go.

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taglist: @whumpsday @lonesome--hunter @reblogging-whump @panic-and-chaos @damienxozmoze @kim-poce @uwu-scraptrappy @mikaelaix @whumpinggrounds @hidden-dreamland

[painted-doe]

New chapter! And surprise surprise, I have zero self-control and it's grown to at least three chapters. Enjoy the second installment of this whumpy little piece <3

[schmem14]

Day 16: Wings

Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Written for @hpkinktober

[ice-cweam-sod4]

Slumber in the cage of thorns (Angst to comfort)

Chapter 7 pt 2 inspired me to write again ifgufkjdjfdjd.

TW: Use of deadname, thoughts of suicide, angst to comfort.

Pacing issues ahead.

Yuka couldn’t remember how long it’s been since he was put to sleep by Malleus, for all he knew 50 years could have passed but he never felt like it did. Unlike many others, his dream was not what he thought it would be. 

He was in a cottage in a forest, nice and quaint but everything was quiet, too quiet. No friends of his to take care of, no flaming black cat to pick up after or cook for. No one to care for…..but himself.

“Was this done on purpose by Malleus?” Yuka did not know, he never took time to think about himself, maybe Malleus thought he was doing Yuka a favour by giving Yuka the space to be selfish, but for Yuka it was torture.

Yuka was truly left alone with his thoughts, days passed as he sat in the same space hoping he could maybe put an end to his misery, but nothing changed. 

He couldn’t stand trying to think about what to do, what could he do, he was alone and isolated, forced to accept his self taught delusions that made him think he did not deserve any kind of love. Little by little the cottage itself started to lose its color, the moon didn’t come out at night and the water when Yuka drank it started to have a brown tint.

The next morning was like any other, the sun rose, the plants had now taken over the house and Yuka opened his crust filled eyes. Another day it seems, yes something felt, different or perhaps smelled different,  someone was cooking.

Dashing down the stairs and breaking through the vines, Yuka found a small plant fae, just like him. Looking closer he realized it was him but how? “Hello!” the younger fae said as he stood on his tiptoes to keep the frying pan from falling “did the birdie also bring you here?”. The older fae stood in shock trying to comprehend the sight in front of him “The birdie?”. “Yes this one” in front of the small fae’s full hair a white bird flew out and perched on his shoulder,its aurora eyes stared at the older fae. “Silver?” Yuka thought to himself, “what's your name?” “oh me, my name is Fleur, it’s creole for “flower!”” the young fae replied. That’s right, Yuka’s birth name, his deadname. “What are you doing here Fleur?”, “Well this man with white hair told me about how you needed someone to take care of you so he gave me this birdie and I followed it here pass all the thorns.” Fleur replied

“Do you want some eggs? I can make an omelet or we could have cereal, you look like you haven’t eaten in days though, are you ok?”. It was clear to see the small fae was full of questions and ready to try and make Yuka smile.

“What do I want?” Yuka questioned, “Fleur, could we go to the beach, if the bird knows the way?” “Ok, but I don’t know how to pack a basket yet” the small fae chimed. “It’s ok I’ll help you”.

The next few days were filled with contentment and a lot of soul searching, Yuka didn’t know how but somehow he knew Silver was looking out for him while they suffered in their dreams, for now Yuka was able to see this dream in a new light.

In a weird way thanks to Malleus he was learning to put himself first. Yes it was in a dream but better late than never right?

[lavendernix-art]

Did a small request as a gift for one of my discord bros, these are a couple extra sketches I did of his characters (I liked these two a lot) and one of him not dying from COVID. Good job bud <3 <3

[clickerflight]

Jasper

Jasper from @fleur-a-whump's story here.

I adore villain whumpees. Especially when they were trying to change and were met with hostility!

Other Whump art list

[defire]

Top 8 favorite tumblr whump stories!

Content warnings are not exhaustive, just there to give you a general idea of what's in the story from my perspective.

Fyi, these are MY descriptions of the stories and don't reflect the authors' opinions on their stories.

Also I worked really hard on this ok

Destroyer by @paingoes

Completed (but I love the random updates)

A powerful psychic was trained from a young age to be a weapon of war, but as time goes on, it seems he can't stand to hurt people anymore.

Content: living weapon, beatings, war, child abuse (usually off-screen)

Overloaded by @fleur-a-whump

Ongoing

A new program is being rolled out to reform villains. Jasper, an electrokinetic and the first "guinea pig" of the system, earnestly tries to regain the heroes' trust while in a sort of probation, but with constant surveillance, cruelty and a shock collar, things are only getting worse for him in his new position.

Content: superpowers, electrocution

Crossed Out by @whumblr

Ongoing

A defense attorney ends up in prison and attempts to keep his integrity in the face of ever-increasing brutality.

Content: captivity, beatings, prison

Poster Child by @darkthingshappen

Ongoing (I think?)

The son of political activists is imprisoned by their enemies--the WRU. They plan to condition him into being a pet, and he is determined not to let them.

Content: BBU, rape, captivity, sensory deprivation

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen

Completed

A man is abducted from his home under cruel conditions and flown to russia, finding out that he is being held prisoner until his brother can pay his debt--and in the meantime, Ben is being tortured and filmed.

Content: cruel whumper, beatings, electrocutions, rape, caning, burning

Secrecy by @doomeddestination

Ongoing

An amateur spy is caught by an enemy and interrogated using increasingly cruel torture methods. Eventually he is left the choice of spilling the information, or death.

Content: captivity, rape, violence, manipulation

Home is Where the Hurt Is by @whumblr !

Completed (I think)

A journalist is blackmailed into allowing an old enemy to abuse him relentlessly after work every day, but when he uncovers more details about his attacker, he realizes his own life is at stake.

Content: hiding marks of abuse, beatings, violence, sadistic whumper

Weeks by @scarletfish8eta

Completed

A young man is kidnapped and held for ransom by a violent woman coping with grief in some very unhealthy ways. As his boyfriend and the police work to find him, an old friend of his kidnapper shows up. Their conflict threatens his safety in a whole new direction.

Content: kidnapping, beatings, phobia, sexual assault

These are all really beautiful. I have read a lot of tumblr whump stories lately, and these are the ones I would definitely read again.

*applause*

Here's a link to my previous list of faves for more great stories.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

💥I know I usually only post Whump writing here but GUYSSSS CHECK OUT MY AWESOME DIY ENDER DRAGON HALLOWEEN COSTUME!!!💥 😱😱😱

I haven't shared this before, but along with writing Whump stories my other secret talent is that I make cool crafts and projects like this one. I made the realistic Ender Dragon from a game called Minecraft! My little sister is Alexa from the same game so that our costumes work together as a pair.

But isn't it cool??? I've worn this costume for over 4 Halloweens now, and I LOVE all the reactions I get from kids! It makes me feel like a celebrity because everyone wants to take pictures with me and gets super excited when they see me.

This is a quadrapedal costume which means I'm walking on all fours with stilts to lengthen my arms. I wear a special handmade steel ribcage around my torso that the wings slide into and lock in place so they don't fall out. I made the head and tail out of cardboard boxes and colored paper.

What's funny is that with the way the head is built, I actually can't see anything because I'm facing the ground the whole time (there's no eye-holes in front). So I have my little sister walk right in front of me to "lead" me along because I can only see the back of her feet when I'm walking in costume.

I LOVE my costume so much because I'm actually neurodivergent and SUPER shy, but I don't have to feel self-conscious or socially awkward when I'm in the costume because no one can see my face! I can just be myself and not worry about judgement on my appearances since no one can actually see me inside the Ender Dragon (I'm nervous about my looks). It's a perfect fit for me!

EVERY PART of this costume is 100% handmade by me with the help of my dad, and it takes several people to help me put it on. But the results are AMAZING, aren't they??!? I'm so excited to bring it out this year!

It takes a LOT of physical strength and energy to move in this costume because both the ribcage and wing structure are made of steel, but it's worth it for all the fun reactions I get from both kids and adults alike. My back is always soooooo sore by the end LOL 😂😂

I'll post a video and more pictures later showing how the costume fits together for any of those who are curious. I put so much hard work into this.

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @i-don't-know-sal @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

@silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @cepheusgalaxy @theforeverdyingperson @dragongodryss

[befuddled-calico-whump]

hello howdy just wanted to say you're doing great and I have garnered so so so much joy from your work for damn near as long as I've been on tumblr. you were one of the first whump accounts I followed as I was very slowly dipping my toe into the community and truly made me feel so welcomed. also its insane that I can just consume crazy well written and constructed and illustrated stuff like riot kings and t$$ and wildfire for free. like who allowed you to be this talented and share such cool stuff. I've maybe said something along these lines before but you're cool and I wanted to say it again.

- @fleur-a-whump

AHHHHHH THANK YOU 🥺❤️🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm happy I helped you feel welcome when you first showed up and am very glad you enjoy all my series ❤️❤️

thanks for your kind words! Great thing to wake up to, and it made my morning :D

[wolfeyedwitch]

Set Up For Failure

Bailey and their no good, very bad day month year

Taglist:

@heathenville @nonbinary-disaster @kim-poce @whump-world @dolls-circus

@pickleking8 @ghostfacepepper @cupcakes-and-pain @badluck990 @mylifeisonthebookshelf

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @extemporary-whump @whumpwillow @multiple-characters1-acct

@sunflower1000 @fleur-alise @equestrianwritingsstuff @scp-1296 @livingforthewhump

@thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @suspicious-whumping-egg @kaiwewi @lelly-belly @neuro-whump

@newbornwhumperfly @whumpthisway @whumpcreations @wicked-whump @heart4brains

@myhusbandsasemni @how-to-be-a-hero @kixngiggles @kurochan @whumpsday

@extrabitterbrain @pattonvirglsanders @neverthelass @we-write-as-one @elrysdoesstuff

@whumperflies-and-roses @ha-ha-one @whatwhumpcomments @ramadiiiisme @towerlesskey

@emmanemanemm @pigeonwhumps @whumpycries

[whumpsday]

hiya!

this is maybe a little out of the blue/off topic, but I was wondering, do you ever get stressed about plagiarizing when writing whump? I feel like, for a lot of the tropes I really enjoy, and want to write, I've already read just about every rendition out there. having all these awesome whump stories in my head inspires me to write, but I'm also petrified of stealing someone's ideas and stepping on toes. have you ever run into an issue like this?

I'm currently trying really hard to write my first series I wanted to share with the whumpblr community, and I'll be real, the core idea is a very specific trope I've read many times because I love it dearly. I wrote my first chapter and I want to write more but just feel totally stuck without new ideas and paralyzed with the fear of stealing from writers I love and respect dearly. I'd really appreciate any input you might have.

thanks!

- @fleur-a-whump

no, i don't! you are WAYYYYY overthinking it. you aren't "plagiarizing", you are inspired. that's a good thing! kane & jim borrows a lot of elements inspired by other whump series too, i made a whole post listing them here! mainly inspired by 5 other whump series plus the anime/manga the case study of vanitas. seeing someone's writing and thinking of a story on your own based off that isn't stealing, and that's not a healthy way to look at creativity.

and if you're calling something a trope, then it's definitely not an idea "belonging" to a specific writer. the whole meaning of the term trope is that it's something common.

if this is something that worries you, you could try writing something along the lines of "inspired by [story] by [author]!" in your writing post. i've had that happen to me a bunch of times, and every time i see it i get so happy! i'm always honored when people take inspiration from my writing! (PLUS i get to see my favorite tropes done again without any writing-effort on my part hehehe...)

"There is no such thing as an original idea." - Mark Twain

[whumpninja]

WOW this one was fun. Once I finally got meself off me duff and started writing it, anyway. This piece features OCs from my story The Angel of Death, and is set a few days before the main story.

The Angel of Death taglist:@i-eat-worlds @softvampirewhump @scoundrelwithboba @rainbowsandwhumperflies @octopus-reactivated @whumperfultime @pigeonwhumps @handsinmotion @starfields08000 @fleur-a-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby

Prompt used: AI-less Whumptober, removing body parts and “Don’t break down on me yet.”

Featuring: forced to fight, cage match, vampire whump, blood, gore, dismembering, THIS ONE IS GRAPHIC PLEASE WATCH YOUR STEP

Whumptober Day Fifteen: Break A Leg

Not a seat was occupied even though they had all been sold. The whole crowd was on their feet, roaring. Down at the betting boxes, money changed hands faster than any Las Vegas casino.

Mr. Moody leaned back in his chair and smiled. Business is good.

In the arena, just in front of him, two vampires fought viciously. One was using strategy, manuevering their opponent into facing the floodlights, hurling sawdust in his eyes, jumping and ducking and dodging. At one point they'd managed to scramble up the cage fencing surrounding the arena, out of reach of the other combatant. Mr. Moody had let that trick play out only a few moments before he'd sent Ronnie down with a stun cane to shock them back off and into the fight. Memo to me: electrify that fence. It was a good move, and had gotten the audience excited. But he wanted a fight, not an escape.

The other vampire had no thought for trickery or stratagem. He hurled himself at his enemy, over and over again, finding the scent and charging at them with no regard for the danger. It had been a long battle, nearly eight minutes already. Brute strength could only last so long.

"Come on, Angel," Mr. Moody muttered. "Show 'em what you've got."

He'd gone heavier than usual on the drugs. There had been complaints that it was always over too quickly when it was the champion versus one of the regular fighters. He'd decided that a heavier dose would help- it would make Angel slower, clumsier, more unsteady.

It would not make him less dangerous. And it would not save his opponent.

Angel charged again, claws catching at the meat of his enemy's side. The other vampire howled with pain and turned, driving an elbow into Angel's chest. The impact knocked him back hard. He fell, snarling and shaking his head. The second vampire crouched, tensed to strike.

Angel didn't let him. He rebounded up from the arena floor, pouncing on his enemy- his prey. An inhuman cry of agony set the stadium ringing, followed by a sharp crack as the second vampire kneed Angel in the face. The champion of the Colosseum Club stumbled back, bleeding from his nose.

The other vampire retreated, too, bleeding from much worse. Their hand clutched uselessly at where their arm had once been, thick blood trickling between their fingers.

"Finish it, Angel," Mr. Moody said under his breath.

As if he heard his master, Angel went in for the kill.

They tumbled down together, grappling with each other- the other vampire was on defense now, desperately trying to keep themselves away from the vicious claws. Angel wouldn't let up, maddened with pain now as well as the smell of blood. The crowd was electric. It had been a good fight, but they wanted to see it end, and end bloody.

Angel obliged. The other vampire managed to pin him, and Angel tore an arm free and sank claws deep into his enemy's neck. The vampire's gurgling scream ended abruptly as Angel ripped their throat out, the sounds of tearing flesh and seeping blood lost in the frenzy of the crowd.

They were so excited that they didn't notice what happened next.

Mr. Moody did. He always noticed when something went wrong.

The blood of his victim doing nothing to sate him, Angel dropped the shredded corpse. He shook his head, dazed, confused- almost seeming frightened, if a creature like him could be frightened.

Then he crawled away from the body, leaving smears of blood in the sand. He swayed, collapsed, and lay still.

Mr. Moody bolted out of his chair, fumbling for the walkie-talkie at his belt. "Get someone down there. Now. I'm on my way."

He took the stairs down underneath the arena two at a time.

Two of the security guys had gotten Angel out by now, although they'd dispensed with most of the usual restraints. They'd cuffed his hands, but not done anything else.

Mr. Moody saw the problem immediately. "How the hell does he have a broken leg?" he roared.

"That vamp put up a good fight, must have done it during that last clash," one of the guards suggested.

"When that one regenerates, stake it," Mr. Moody ordered. "It was too smart anyway. And get that fence electrified." He crouched down beside his wounded vampire, feeling clumsily along the bone. Angel thrashed wildly and tried to bite him through the wires that held his fangs, his eyes wide with panic and pain. "All right, all right, calm down." Mr. Moody snapped his fingers at the guards. "Get a tranquilizer and get him put away for the night. Keep him off that leg. I'm gonna make some calls in the morning, see if I can find a vet that'll help."

The guards ran off to do his bidding. Mr. Moody rummaged around until he found the bag of blood on the shelf- he let Angel have more than usual, hoping it might help. "You did good, boy, real good. We'll get that leg fixed up and you'll be right back to it, huh?"

Angel ignored him, entirely focused on the food. His leg was at a bad angle, and Mr. Moody knew it was going to need attention sooner rather than later. "Come on," he muttered. "Don't break down on me yet, champ. I still need you."

[kabie-whump]

CYOA Whump Part 26

First | Previous

You chose: The door

Alrighty, y'all chose to risk it all and go get your man. Let's see how that goes!

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You make the split-second decision to run for the door.

Onthyes was a reason you'd decided to keep fighting. You can't just leave him behind.

Slamming the cabin door behind you you look around the deck frantically. It's well into the middle of the night now, possibly even the early morning. You can hear the sound of crewmen working the night chatting nearby, but luckily none of them catch sight of you.

You don't know where exactly you'll find Onthyes, but you don't want to spend another second just standing outside the captain's cabin. You take a moment to push a nearby crate against the door, knowing that it will only stall Erxik for a few minutes at best if he wakes up.

You're moving quickly across the deck when you turn a sharp corner and run face first into a broad chest.

"Ventis! Thank the gods!" Onthyes whispers as he steadies you. He's still fully dressed, with a sword at his side and a bag slung over his shoulder. "I heard thunder and the night is clear and you were alone with Erxik so I figured you might be in danger." Then he studies your face closer in the dim light, tilting your chin up with a gentle hand. A dark look crosses his features. "He hurt you."

You glance away, not quite able to meet his eyes. "I am alright," you mutter, but your voice is strained and hoarse from being choked earlier.

"No you're not. I should have come for you sooner. I shouldn't have let him take you away."

"Onthyes," you say firmly.

Onthyes goes quiet, staring down at you with wide eyes.

Then, you get on your tip-toes and kiss him.

It's a short kiss. You don't have time to savor it, knowing that you have to get moving before Erxik escapes his cabin and comes for you.

When you pull away Onthyes's face is bright red and he's smiling like an idiot. "What was that for?" he asks breathlessly.

You just scoff and grab him by his arm, dragging him along with you as you make your way towards the boats. You almost miss being chained together.

You run up to the nearest dinghy and start untying its ropes. There are other pirates working within eyesight, but they don't seem to have caught on to your current situation.

"Help me," you bark at Onthyes as you prepare to swing it over the ship's edge. "Hurry."

Onthyes rushes to help and soon you have the boat suspended over the dark water. He climbs in first and starts getting everything situated.

A strong hand clamps down on your shoulder before you can join Onthyes.

"What's going on here?"

You look up to find Tinny standing over you, her face set into a hard glare. Her voice catches the attention of the other pirates, some of whom drop their jobs and start to head over to you.

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[melles1276]

Incredible work. Go check it out!🙌🏻

New chapter! And surprise surprise, I have zero self-control and it's grown to at least three chapters. Enjoy the second installment of this whumpy little piece <3

[arguablysomaya]

Hello!! Do you have any more Damian and Tim centric fic recs? I need more sibling bonding and/or angst in my life

I'm so glad you asked!!!

by keeptogethernow

The Waynes are on "vacation", the new summer house hasn't been properly secured, and when Damian wakes up to here someone banging on the door downstairs, he quickly finds out that it really sucks to have to pretend to be a normal kid in these situations.

A true classic. I love Home Alone

by the lovely @batshit-birds <3

No one here has the right wing type for the sheer dive it would take to reach Damian before he hits the water like it’s concrete.

No one here except Tim.

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the Bats learn the hard way not to bring an unfledged vigilante to a midair battle

A very very sweet wingfic!!

by @fleur-de-violette

Most of the time, Tim thought before he acted. But when he saw the guy swinging a hammer at an unsuspecting Robin, he just acted. He didn’t think of the consequences on his arm, or on the WE event he had the next day, for that matter.

something i really like about these fics is that the authors really explore the fact that while Damian and Tim may not necessarily get along, they still love each other and protect each other. i love they <3

In which Damian's dead and Tim has lost one too many people to accept that.

Platonic Orpheus-Eurydice not-AU set after Damian's canonical death

AHHHHH OOHHHHH MY GODDDDDD i love this fic so muchhhh i come back to it whenever I need angst

by @solemnmagpies

“Perhaps you should consider a nap,” Damian replies, with as much sarcasm as he can muster.

For some reason, Damian’s suggestion just makes Tim laugh. Well, sleep deprivation has been known to cause a number of strange side effects, and Tim was never all that normal to begin with.

“Yeah,” he says, eyes flicking back to whatever garbage he is watching. “I’ll do my best.”

-

Tim gets hit by something, and now he can't fall asleep. Damian is not concerned, not even a little bit; he just wants Tim out of the house again, that's all. Honest.

(He is maybe a little concerned.)

There's just something about tim & damian and whump that hits different

by @crows-murder

Tim squints at him, frowning. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Surely, surely they wouldn’t be dumb enough--

Gates opens the door leading into one of the empty conference rooms and Tim freezes on the spot. Yes, in fact, his little brother is dumb enough to get caught by these idiots. And yes, these idiots are dumb enough to capture fucking Robin.

Tim can feel a tension headache forming.

“What. The fuck,” he says, because he can’t say anything else without breaking character.

He is going to murder Damian.

nothing says "family bonding" like watching ur little brother get tortured by the gang ur undercover investigating

by @whatatime30

Damian helps Tim through a tough time, and Tim ends up helping him a bit too. The rest of the family notices.

Tim & Damian troll their family by practicing healthy psychological habits