#hypothermia and panic attacks

[letitbehurt]

A Whumpee who’s terrified of storms being dragged outside and tied down in the middle of one.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

The Elf Beneath the Ice, Part 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Reluctant Caretaker

Fandom: Original Work

WIP: The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure (Tales from Valaria)

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Words: 1300

Tag List: @badthingshappenbingo @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf @the-ellia-west

CW: unconsciousness, hypothermia, noncon undressing (nonsexual), old wounds, referenced plague, referenced injuries, panic attack

A/N: and so an unlikely partnership is born.

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With every step, he cursed his own curiosity. His business was with a lycanthrope, not with an unconscious, shivering, dripping-wet, surprisingly lightweight elf. Dammit. He couldn���t afford to look after him, but he couldn’t leave him there either!

Damn him and his bleeding heart to the depths.

When Draven reached the cave, his coat sleeves were soaked from the freezing water streaming from the elf’s body. By the light of the fire, the elf’s lips appeared blue, his skin pale and clammy. He still shook, his body trying to fight off the cold. That was a good sign.

However, he wouldn’t last much longer in his sodden clothes and armor.

Draven hissed through his teeth before laying the elf down as close to the fire as possible, shrugging off his coat and slipping off his gloves. Mumbling an apology to the lifeless elf, he quickly removed his vambraces, setting them beside the fire to dry. Hopefully, the water and the heat wouldn’t ruin the leather. Even if it did, if the elf was reasonable he would value his life over the armor.

The pauldrons came off next, then the breastplate, then the boots and graves and cuisses. This still left the elf in sopping cotton clothing, which still wasn’t great, but Draven had to draw the line somewhere and he drew it after pulling off the elf’s tunic and laying it out flat to dry.

He raised an eyebrow at the bandages wrapped around his guest’s shoulders and upper back before tossing his coat over the elf and sitting back, drawing his pistol and clicking through the chambers, thinking.

Click, click, click.

The potential for this elf to be the lycanthrope he sought was greater than zero. He was in the right area, in the right form. The bandaged wounds could be from the bite that transmitted the disease. He’d never heard of elves contracting the condition, but it was plausible. He didn't know everything. The elves had closed their borders shortly after the outbreak, and he’d heard rumors that they exiled anyone who got infected.

Click, click, click.

It was also possible that the elf was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, completely unrelated to Draven’s job.

Click, click, click.

Neither of those options explained how he’d gotten under the thick ice in the first place. By all reasonable assumptions, he should be dead. No other breaks in the ice implied that he’d been underneath before the lake froze. 

Click, click, click.

Which was impossible.

Click, click, click.

Even for elves.

Click, click, click.

Draven didn’t know how long the lake had been frozen, it was deep within the Fells, entirely possible he was the first person beside the elf and the lycanthrope to come across it in recent months. Long enough that the elf would’ve drowned or frozen to death ages ago.

Click, click, click.

He hissed between his teeth and tucked away the pistol, staring into the darkness.

Movement roused him from a doze. Draven opened his eyes to find the outside world beginning to lighten from the coming dawn, and his guest sitting up, a look of confusion on his face. He nodded to the elf. “‘Morning.”

The elf’s eyes darted around the small cave, taking in the dying remnants of the fire, his armor and tunic laying out to dry, Draven’s coat over him, and Draven himself. His eyes, appearing yellowish in the firelight, narrowed. “…where am I?” His tone was cold like the icy water had frozen it over.

“An old wolf den not far from the lake you crawled out of.” Draven leaned forward conspiratorially. “How’d you get yourself in such a bind, anyway? Did’ya get caught when it froze over three weeks ago?”

The elf glanced out the mouth of the cave, a brief look of realization and horror crossing his face before he smoothed it into a carefully neutral expression. “I…” he looked down, as if in surprise, and moved his right hand out from under the coat, the one closed in a tight fist since he’d emerged from the lake. 

His fingers uncurled, revealing a metal cylinder nestled in the palm of his hand. It was about as thick as a pencil, with strange symbols carved into its surface. Runes, perhaps? The elf’s jaw tightened as he stared at it before closing the hand back around it.

Draven raised an eyebrow and almost asked what the object was, but he decided against it. “What’s your name?”

The elf’s eyes flicked up. “I am Octavian de Silv.” The words came forcefully as if he were trying to remind himself of the fact rather than inform Draven.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Draven replied, sticking out his hand. “Draven Cozenson, lycanthrope hunter of the Guild in Zariya.”

Octavian ignored the offered hand. “Why?”

“Why what?” Draven stubbornly kept his hand out. “You’re supposed to shake the hand. Proper manners in the human lands.”

“Why do all this to make sure I don’t freeze?”

Draven sighed and dropped his hand. “Truth be told, I’m incredibly curious as to how you got yourself underneath the ice. You’re lucky I was in the area on a job, otherwise you’d probably be freezing to death on the lake.”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“I think it is my concern, actually,” Draven snapped. “For all I know, you’re the lycanthrope that attacked Belldeme, killing three and injuring eight, before escaping so deep into the Fells the village had to hire someone like me to track you down!”

Octavian blinked. “…what?”

Draven hissed in frustration. “What part is so difficult to comprehend?! The lycanthrope bit, the attack bit, the casualties, my reasons for dragging you to safety?!”

The elf flinched back slightly at his outburst. “I…” he stammered, “I’m sorry, I do not know what ‘lycanthrope’ means. The translation… I never learned it.”

Draven frowned in suspicion, but Octavian didn’t seem to be lying. He genuinely appeared confused. Damn the elves and their new border policy shit. “I see. A lycanthrope, as humans call them, is someone who is infected with a disease that forces them to transform against their will into a bloodthirsty monster every full moon. At least, that’s what we’ve figure out.”

“And… how long has this term been in use?”

“What kind of a… fine. I’m not sure, at least seven or eight years, around when the first outbreaks happened. How do you not know this?”

Octavian’s expression changed to something akin to desperation. “What of the Draigo?”

Draven shook his head, mystified. “Depths if I know. They barricaded themselves in their damn strongholds years ago.”

What little color that had come back to Octavian’s face drained away. Whatever he had been hoping to hear, Draven’s words were the opposite. His breathing quickened, coming in short, ragged gasps, his eyes glazed over, and without warning he jumped to his feet, Draven’s coat falling to the floor.

Draven jumped, half-expecting him to dash out through the mouth of the cave. Instead, Octavian, free hand running through his still-damp hair, paced to the back of the cave, mumbling in rapid Elven. He clutched the metal rod tightly like a lifeline, and every few seconds he reached for the bandages on his shoulders and upper back as if reminding himself of their presence.

Where has he been the past eight years if he doesn’t know about the outbreak? And why ask about the Draigo? They haven’t been seen for at least the past five, at least not openly.

Draven glanced outside, noting the rising sun. He needed to get moving if he wanted to catch up to the lycanthrope. But something about Octavian still nagged at him, something set him on edge. Not just how the elf seemed out of touch or crazy, pacing at the back of the cave. He still hadn’t answered how he’d gotten under the ice in the first place.

Draven trusted his gut, more often than not. And right now, his gut told him that he shouldn’t leave Octavian de Silv alone.

Not yet anyway.

[ravasz]

hc + fears

Fear was a bitter and merciless companion of Martyn Stark, ever lingering in the back of their mind, lying in wait, prepared to force them to relive their worst memories, to make them snap, to have them reach for temporary solutions to deal with the overwhelming wave of emotions that would swallow them whole, suck all air out of their lungs and watch them twitch and squirm and wither away into an eternal state of dread, numb to anything, or anyone else in the world. 

The air in his bedchambers was cold, even though the servants had done everything there was in their power to bring heat to the walls of the castle of Highgarden. Fists shook on each side of his with the amount of strength he squeezed, fingernails leaving crescent moon shaped dents in his palms before he stretched his fingers out, needing the tension in his body to go somewhere without making a scene. The last bucket of water was poured into the bathtub, steam rising in the air from the heat. He asked for the water to be as hot as possible. Joked about wishing he had a dragon hatchling to keep the water at its boiling point at all times, shielding himself with a couple of laughs from the insecurity rising up in his chest the longer the whole process took. 

He truly hated it. Needing someone in that way. Having to strip their carefully built up walls around her. Having to trust that she wouldn’t say a word about it to anyone. She was the only person he insisted would come along with them all the way from home. It was because she knew, and she did not judge him, at least not to his face, and she would, above all else, could keep his damn secret.

“Thank you–” The rest of the attendants bowed, and made their way towards the exit when Martyn uttered one of their names. “I’d like you to stay Holly, please.” A weak smile of his was met with a knowing look and a nod from the attendant, and a suspicious glance taken between the other two before they made to leave. Having rumors about Martyn Stark’s dalliances with staff circling around the court were a lot better than what he really needed her for. 

A sharp inhale was taken as he grabbed the goblet filled with wine from the table beside him, and with one go downed the whole thing. He cared not for its taste, only its effect, needing his mind at the least bit more quiet before he stepped closer to the tub. He concentrated on his breathing as he undressed, while Holly moved on to pour some oils and herbs into the water. She tried to make conversation, and he responded, without the usual quips and innuendos, having a smile on his face that never quite reached his eyes. 

He flexed his fingers again. 

Martyn took the last piece of clothing still on, his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossed it to the side, not wasting any longer before getting into the tub with a silent hiss as his cold skin submerged in the steaming water. One leg. Then the other. One hand at the edge of the tub, gripping it hard as he slid down, and waited for the ripples to stop. The water was so hot that it prickled his skin underneath, and yet it was more than needed to numb any other senses inside that were screaming at him to get out as soon as he could, lest he drown right there and then. 

Washing with only one hand, pausing sometimes to catch their breath, asking Holly a question or two to keep a conversation going, it all became a routine after many years. They looked at their reflection in the water, albeit somewhat murky, trying to keep their breathing even as they mentally prepared for the worst part. They collected some water in their palm then splashed their face with it, hands remaining over his cheek as they kept staring. "...Will you help me with my hair, please?" He finally muttered, almost ashamed, as if Holly hadn't done it a hundred times before already. As she stepped behind them, they pulled their knees up, wrapping their arms around them, thumb unconsciously caressing their own skin to soothe himself. He tilted his head back when told to, eyes closed, waiting for it all to be over. They kept quiet, not focusing on the water but instead on the sensation of her fingers through their hair, letting the feeling linger, anything that would distract them from the water flowing down their head and back. A couple of minutes passed, and a frown gradually formed on their forehead, forgetting about their breathing altogether and having to open their eyes, frantically looking around the room to try and ground themself. Their gaze landed on her, eyes welled up in tears that they could not control. "That's enough." He swallowed thickly, tilting his head back down, restless to get out of the tub. "Fetch my nightshirt." He paused. And then added "Please." with an apologetic voice, hoping that she understood their need to be away from the water as soon as possible. They counted down the seconds while they waited for her, loathing the feeling of getting out of the bath and having the cool air of the chamber against his wet body. They washed their face off one last time, hoping that the tears wouldn't be too obvious, then got up and out of the tub as soon as Holly arrived with the towel and shirt. 

It wasn’t always this difficult. Sometimes it would be over before he knew it. Sometimes he would even make time go faster with a song or two. Sometimes, Holly would tell him the most outrageous story, one that would make him laugh louder than ever. And then, there were times like this one. Usually followed by an event that snapped something in him, that brought him back to that cold winter morning a little over fourteen years ago. 

He woke up early that day. Earlier than the maesters, earlier than the cooks, or the crows, or even their father. It snowed heavier than usual that night. Martyn wanted to be the first to step into the fresh snow, to make a trail no one had done before him. Mother had told him not to run so fast. To look, before he stepped, to use caution. No one knew what was hidden underneath the snow. Hills and trees all covered in white, impossible to navigate through, even for someone that had grown up among them. One step. Two cracks. Another step. And the world disappeared from his view. Cheeks once bright red with warm blood now pale as ever, touch colder than that of a ghost, hands trembling as if plagued by constant dread of the heart, mind weak and twisted from memories of unbearable cold, lungs going into a fit at the sight of water. 

It was a curse Martyn had inflicted upon himself. Winter flowing through their veins until the end of their days, unable to feel true warmth ever again. And the eternal fear residing in him, enveloping his heart in ice, feeling its cold touch with each beat, tormenting him whenever he was in the presence of water… it had to stay a secret. No one else could know. Not his siblings, nor his mother. They couldn’t know the severity of it. He wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye again.

[lillybean730]

went kayaking in the mangroves today and got stuck in a small pond getting rained on for like over half an hour bc the thunderstorm might kill us if we went back out onto open water to get to land :p

[written-by-jayy]

Whumpcember, day 3: Hypothermia-

CW: Hypothermia, PTSD, Flashback, Vague backstory

Word count: 825

Chapter 1 pt.1, Chapter 1 pt.2

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Adam ran. He ran for his life. He wasn't sure where he was running to but knew where and what and who he was running from. Anywhere was better than there.

He knew it was hopeless. The ground was covered in a blanket of deep snow, not only making in hard for him to run, but also leaving an obvious trail of footprints leading straight to him.

His only hope was that the storm he was running directly into would be a snowstorm.

He could still hear the shouting of the prison hospital guards staff, accompanied by the barking of dogs.

God, why did he ever think this would be a good idea? Why would he ever think he could ever escape? Ever outrun them? Ever be free and safe?

How could he be.

So.

Stupid.

In one hand he gripped his two blood-stained, water-logged, half frozen stuffies. His only source of comfort in his time at the hospital.

In the other he held a pistol.

He had no clue how aim nor fire a gun and even if he did know how, he prayed he wouldn't have to. If it was even loaded. He had grabbed it on his way out the ground-floor window from which he had escaped. He guessed that one of the security had left it there after cleaning it.

His tears were nearly frozen to his cheeks as he ran through the icy wind which was slowly picking up as he ran closer to the storm. His ragged and torn 'clothes' flapped, blowing in the same way as his short, tangled hair.

Was the yelling getting closer? Or was he just paranoid?

His lungs burned and he could barely breathe.

He could feel his knees buckle and nearly give out. He stumbled forward and barely caught himself.

Now they were definitely closer. With every trip and slip and dodging of trees, he was losing time. Losing distance. Losing energy.

Before he knew it, he was deep into a snowstorm. Thank god. He had a chance. His footprints would be covered.

He had a new burst of adrenaline and determination. He clutched his ice cold stuffies and the heavy pistol to his chest in both arms, hung his head down, trying to keep snowflakes out of his eyes.

Next thing he knew, he was on his back, sprawled on the ground with his head throbbing and his cold body aching more then it had been before.

With all the strength and energy he could muster, he picked his head off the ground, looking dazedly at the tree he had just plowed into. Now with splotches of blood on its bark and on the snow around it. He noticed his stuffies, which had been flung from his arms, he grabbed them and curled up in a fetal position around them.

And like this, shivering, scared, lost and alone. He fell unconscious.

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"Adam? You okay there?"

He blinked, eyes focusing on a familiar, friendly figure.

He instantly felt every muscle in his body relax as he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and watched the cloud it created in the cold, winter air.

"Hey? You in there, buddy?"

Hands cupped his face, thumb gently wiping away his silent tears.

It was Rowan. He was safe. He was home.

He nodded.

"Alright, good. You had me worried there for a minute. I found the key, it was at the bottom of my bag," Rowan explained, sheepishly, "let's go inside, hm?"

Adam nodded again and let Rowan's warm hand hold his and guide him into their dorm and onto the couch.

"I'll make you some hot cocoa. Is that okay?"

Adam once again only nodded. Words failing him, as they often did after one of his episodes.

Rowan smiled sweetly and left to start the water on the stove.

Adam thought through what had just happened. He found that this helped him figure out what his triggers were, how to avoid them, and just helped him process it in general.

Rowan took him to the grocery store- his first time being out since his awful fever,

They got back home after about an hour, Adam already anxious from the crowds and the cold,

Rowan couldn't find his key,

Adam's shivering, anxiety, and desperation to just get inside must have been enough to cause him to have a panic attack.

He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the familiar scent of Rowan's cologne mixed with the citrus-vanilla candle.

He held it for a moment, listening to Rowan clanking in the kitchen and the water boiling.

And he exhaled, opening his eyes slowly and taking in the navy blue, smokey gray, and chestnut brown color scheme of the living room.

He had escaped.

He had outrun the prison guards.

He was safe and he was free.

And he was happy.

At least he thought that was what this was...

Happiness.

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Author's note: I'm actually so happy with how this one turned out! Especially after those last two failures. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

[whumpcember]

Welcome to the 3rd annual Whumpcember!

Once again, it is just me running the event, so please be aware of any human error. I am grateful for all the participation with choosing the blog theme as well as picking this year's prompts! I hope everyone has a good Whumpcember, and now, here are the rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember24 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember24 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

Day 1: Broken Bones

Day 2: "This Is Your Fault"

Day 3: Begging

Day 4: "This Isn't My Blood"

Day 5: Concussion

Day 6: "Please Stop"

Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: "No. Not Like This"

Day 9: Shaking

Day 10: "Let Me Help You"

Day 11: Manipulation

Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go"

Day 13: Trauma

Day 14: "I Never Wanted This"

Day 15: Broken Glass

Day 16: Amnesia

Day 17: Greatest Fear

Day 18: Poisoned

Day 19: Panic Attack

Day 20: "Please Leave"

Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Hallucinations

Day 23: Overwhelmed

Day 24: Walking On Injuries

Day 25: Healed Wrong

Day 26: Falling

Day 27: Hypothermia

Day 28: Whipped

Day 29: Choked

Day 30: Saying Goodbye

Day 31: Hearing Voices

Alt. 1: Sore Throat

Alt. 2: Memory

Alt. 3: Fire

Alt. 4: Lies

Alt. 5: "You're Allowed To Fall Apart"

Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?"

Alt. 7: Motion Sickness

Alt. 8: Running Away

Alt. 9: Alternative Bandages

Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WHUMP ALPHABET

*anything that can be triggering is most likely listed here, skip this post if you think it might upset you*

A is for asystole, amputation, amnesia, asphyxiation, asthma, autopsy, asylum, abandonment, anxiety, abuse, assault, aneurysm, anger, addiction

B is for blood, bruises, blunt force trauma, burns, bite marks, blisters, betrayal, beating, blindfolding, bondage, brainwashing

C is for cannibalism, cuts, convulsion, concussion, cardiac arrest, corpse, chains, cult, carnage, craniotomy, craniectomy, chest compression, choking, coughing up blood

D is for delirium, dehydration, disfigurement, dismemberment, demonic possession, death, dehumanization, degradation, depression, disease, drowning, distress, despair, dizziness, drug withdrawal

E is for exsanguination, electrical injuries, electroconvulsive therapy, electrocution, execution, exhaustion, eating disorders, emergency room

F is for fever, flu, fatality, flat-lining, fractured bones, fear, fatigue, force-feeding, flagellation, flogging

G is for garroting, gunshot wounds, grief, gallows, guillotine, guilt, gash, gag

H is for hypothermia, heatstroke, hallucination, hyperventilation, hemorrhage, handcuffing, hospital, hanging, hatred, hate

I is for intubation, infection, injuries, injection, illness, internal bleeding, intravenous therapy, insomnia, illusion, innards

J is for jealousy, jugular veins

K is for killing, kidnapping, knife

L is for laceration, lobotomy, ligature marks, lack of oxygen, loss of consciousness, lies, living weapon, locking up

M is for morgue, miscommunication, murder, manslaughter, massacre, mourning, miscarriage, masochism, mistreatment, manipulation, misery, mental illness, malnutrition

N is for nightmares, nausea, necrophilia, necrotizing fasciitis, necrosis

O is for outbreaks, obeying, operating theater

P is for physical restraints, pain, punishment, poison, panic attack, paralysis, PTSD, penetration, pierced lung

Q is for quadriceps tendon rupture, quadriparesis, Quebec platelet disorder

R is for ruptured blood vessels, respiratory failure, rabies, rape, rope, resentment, ritual

S is for schadenfreude, strangulation, starvations, shock collar, shock therapy, straightjacket, sadism, scapegoat, shame, sacrifice, sadness, sorrow, slaughter, suicide, self-harm, self-hatred, self-destruction, stabbing, slavery, seizures, stress, slash, suffering, surrendering, somnophilia, shackles, sepsis, surgery

T is for torture, trauma, tears, toxicity, trust issues, traps, tying up

U is for urinary tract infection, unresponsive, unconsciousness

V is for violence, vomiting, viruses, venom

W is for wounds, weeping, waterboarding, weakness, whipping, whimpering

X is for x-ray

Y is for yellow fever, yelling, yelping

Z is for zombie apocalypse

[luveline]

𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐮 {¬ºཀ°}¬ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

reluctant allies to lovers. fics are sometimes non-sequential. requests for the zombie au are open for any time in their relationship

all in one place newest to oldest all in one place written order

on the road

you rescue steve at the end of the world you try to convince steve to turn back you and steve try to navigate without a compass steve saves you from a zombie you and steve hide from a storm steve cuddles you to keep you warm outdoors you try to cheer steve up steve goes out to find your meds steve clings to you after an injury steve trains you in hand to hand combat steve looks after you when you’re depressed steve gets you a present when you’re sad steve gets food poisoning steve realises he’s got big feelings for you you get your period you’re attacked by a lone survivor steve kisses you for the first time you and steve get stuck in a taco truck you and steve meet an okapi you and steve trade secrets you and steve find a lake to bathe in you and steve run from scavengers you get hypothermia steve panics when food is in short supply you spend a day in bed hiding from the snow steve comforts you when you’re exhausted

at The College Community

steve finds robin and you join The College you and steve get your own room you comfort steve after he almost dies on a run steve thinks about the future and having kids you and steve make up after an argument you celebrate steve’s birthday you and steve after a first time you and steve think about before the college you get taken, steve won’t rest til he finds you you realise you can trust steve’s friends steve comforts you after a nightmare you comfort steve after a nightmare steve comforts you after a worse nightmare steve confesses how scared he is of losing you you start to feel like you’re not good enough for steve steve fights to keep you safe when the north fence falls steve knows how he wants to spend a quiet morning

after The College falls

you make your way back to steve steve tends your wounds you take care of steve after he sprains his knee you and steve get back to basics you and steve get into a fight steve almost gets bitten you, steve and robin go on a quest for soap steve takes care of you when you catch a cold you go for a walk and give steve palpitations you meet a curly haired stranger steve is jealous of you and eddie you and steve settle into your new jobs you and steve reunite after morning duties you reunite after a few days apart you bring steve some gifts steve continues to be jealous of eddie steve draws you all the time steve discovers he’s far-sighted steve comforts you through panic you have a dream too good to be true steve brings up getting married a friend comes to mega camp

saving Robin

a last day of normalcy

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Asylum Spider]

A/N: This feels a little bit strange to post. It's an older OC (the drawing I used is like 3 years old) I had for a horror manga. I thought it would make a good yandere if you're into actual monsters. And the atmosphere is a lot like an indie horror rpg. :)

You wake up in a damp, dark room with no recollection of how you ended up here. Hovering above you is a repugnant beast whose appearance terrifies you into silence. Yet it doesn’t attack you. Quite the opposite, it seems to want to guide you outside. You must escape quickly, as whatever lurks above causes the creature to squirm in fear. Yet as departure approaches, a desire blooms within its ancient heart: must you really leave it behind?

TW: Monsters, horror, implied violence/abuse

Your vision is blurry and your head is throbbing with a harrowing, unbearable headache. You've been awakened from your unexplainable slumber by cold yet burning drops of liquid hitting your cheek at irregular intervals. You squint and try to focus on whatever lies before you. Slowly, the object becomes sharper and your eyes widen in terror. Drooling above you, a monstrosity. It looks almost human. Sharp, curved teeth are grotesquely gawking their way out. The skin is discolored, similar to the blueish tint of someone struck by hypothermia. The creature seems to be wearing a strange sort of straight jacket, tightly securing the arms and ending in a shredded rag, dangling between the skinny, crooked legs. Yet the most disturbing feature are the massive arthropod appendages that fan out from behind, suspending the abomination above ground.

The ridiculous, offensive sight drains the blood from your face and you hold your breath. You wait for the final blow that never arrives. It lowers its head and inhales deeply, trying to detect if you're still alive. Satisfied with the answer, it scurries aside and leaves you enough space to lift yourself up. The wide smile remains plastered on its face, making it look like a deformed mannequin. With nothing left to lose, you decide to risk it. "Can you talk?" you mumble, unsure about the potential response. It shakes its head in denial and you raise your eyebrows. So it can understand human speech.

You stand up and look around. There's a pungent smell irritating your nostrils, and large pipes slither their way over walls and ceilings in a maze of rusted metal. The floor is flooded and your ankles are sunken in murky water. Above the only door hangs an old plaque, eaten by mold and age. "W∎ter & Drain∎∎∎: Pro∎∎rty of ∎∎∎∎∎ Asylum". Ah. This must be the sewers, then. How did you even end up in the sewers of an asylum? Maybe someone upstairs can provide you with answers. You turn to the creature that has been obediently observing you.

"Can you take me to the main building?"

The humanoid spider screeches and trashes its appendages across the water. You jolt and step back instinctively. Is it mad? Have you upset it somehow? No, if anything, it looks afraid. You stare at its bizarre convulsions until it occurs to you the movements aren't quite as erratic as you assumed. It is drawing something using a swamped patch of ground.

Don't let find you Get out

You're choking with dread again. The ominous words send a cold chill down your spine and you shiver, helpless.

"How am I supposed to get out if I don't know where the exit is?" You demand with your last ounce of energy. 

It wobbles its way towards the door, and stops to face you expectantly. Is it offering to guide you? You're not quite sure whether to trust the ghoulish creature, but the rotting room is filling you with panic. 

Anything is better than being alone here. 

What a suffocating atmosphere. The corridors are tall, narrow and black. You can barely discern anything around you and the only sounds are the ghastly echoes of the metal creaking and bending from the water pressure. That, and your uncertain steps across the muddy flow. You glance at the creature. Its eyes are covered by a leather blindfold, so the darkness mustn't be an impediment for it. Then again, how can it tell its way within this colossal labyrinth?

"Is this where you live?" you whisper, trying to make conversation. You need something to distract you from your pounding heart.

It nods hesitantly. 

Your foot hits something and you instinctively attempt to kick it off. Perhaps some algae that begun developing in this forgotten grave. It seems to have wrapped around your ankle, so you bend down to remove it with your hands. It's a soaked sheet of paper. The ink has mostly diffused into the page, but you can still read some of the larger headlines. "Dozens have disappeared. The mystery of the abandoned Asylum, believed to be haunted by the countless victims of horrid experimentation". Next to the title is a photograph too smudged to make out.

You stop in your tracks, focused on the blurry letters. The monster patiently waits for you. Is it something to be asked? You gaze up at its features, trying to take in the details. You take a deep breath in and open your mouth. 

"Did they...um...do this to you upstairs?"

It seems to ponder your question with the same unfaltering grin that now feels painfully forced. Finally, it nods.

What a strange little creature you are. He returns your curious stare. Now that he thinks about it, you must be the very first person to follow him. When was the last time he spoke to another living creature? He can't remember. The others would panic beyond control at the mere sight of him, blindly running away and getting lost in the sewers. Later he'd find their bodies quickly decomposing under the running water, and he'd dispose of them outside. No one deserves to die here. The really unfortunate ones made it upstairs, into the asylum. He'd rather not brood over it. 

Yet here you are, asking questions and walking alongside him as if you were on a stroll. He doubts he's gotten less hideous over the years. Then again, he can't see to confirm. Just as he can't see you. Despite his lack of vision, he is overwhelmed by the feeling that you're a beautiful being. You must be. And thankfully, you won't have to worry yourself with any of the horrors lurking these cursed grounds for much longer. He'll help you escape.

Then he'll be alone once more. It shouldn't bother him this much, it's always been like this. But meeting you has reminded him just how much he missed the presence of another human, how dearly he longed for a kind voice. Is it selfish to fear isolation? 

"Oh! You're right, I can see a gate from here." You exclaim in gratitude. 

You sprint towards the rusty bars and feel a cool breeze against your skin. This must lead outside. The creature has kept its word. Soon enough all of this will be a nightmare of the past.

"I-" 

The monster seems to be making an effort to speak, but all that comes out is a dissonant croak. You're confused and he can sense it. 

Must you really leave him behind? He needs to let you know that he'd like to stay with you, but his throat is contracting pointlessly and there's nothing he can use as a writing surface. What is there to do? His chest is tightening with the frenzied desire to keep you with him forever.

Please don't leave him.

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders drabbles (1/3)

page 2, page 3

☁︎ = headcanon ✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

The marauders are fascinated with their artist!gf ☁︎

The marauders reassure you when you're insecure in your relationship

Marauders x a reader who's hyper-independent ♡

The boys get jealous of your new friend

You give them gifts for your one-month anniversary

The marauders love their individualized pet names

Overprotective!marauders when you sneak out to a party ♡ | cont.

They think you're breaking up with them after an argument

The boys help when you're having period cramps

Poly!marauders x sunshine!reader

Poly!marauders x overwhelmed sunshine!reader

You worry others are judging your relationship, and the boys comfort you

They help you when you dissociate

You tell the boys you love them (and you get there first)

A calm, domestic morning with the marauders ♡

A semi-calm, domestic night

You get an anxious stomachache, and they help

The marauders discover Target

Poly!marauders and casual dominance

The boys keep coming to your work (totally not to flirt with you)

Poly!marauders x Slytherin!reader who's stressed about school

You don't realize you're flirting, but they don't not like it

The boys are shocked when you swear

The boys are not at all shocked when you swear

They react to you flinching during an argument

The boys help when you have an allergic reaction

There's no way the marauders are flirting with you (except they are)

Poly!marauders x plus size!reader when you're feeling insecure

They learn that sometimes you just need time alone

Your boyfriends think your plushies are adorable

The boys help with your pre-presentation anxiety

They think you're gorgeous with or without glasses

Apocalypse au

When you're reunited ♡ Dancing around the fire You get hypothermia

You all take care of Remus before a full moon

platonic!marauders (+Lily) help you decorate your apartment

The boy help (some more than others) when you can't say what you mean

You and the marauders choose your group Halloween costume

Rockstar!marauders x rockstar!reader

They love your curly hair

The marauders when you come back to school seeming fragile

They take care of you when you're sick

Sleepy aftercare with bratty!reader ♡

The boys comfort you after a panic attack

Poly!marauders x tall!reader when you're insecure about your height

You and the boys figure out you want to be together

They react to you crying over a book

Protective!marauders watch out for you at a party

Poly!marauders x hyperactive!reader

The boys are (lovingly) exasperated when you forget your meds

Roommate!marauders when you come home tipsy

They realize you've been hiding your food

Your boyfriends comfort you before a trip to the doctor

The marauders love your fancy socks

Plus size!reader and shying away from touch

Sirius and you gush about your boyfriends in French

Bodyguard!marauders with sunshine!reader ♡

Bodyguard!marauders when you keep sneaking off

They're casually dominant when you're stressed out ♡

Poly!marauders x (raccoon)animagus!reader

The boys make a competition of abstinence

They worry when you spend too long in the rain

Your first morning with the marauders

You come out to the boys as non-binary

When you and James come home drunk ♡

They throw you a surprise party

You are not on the same page about shower temperatures

You all have a talk about self-harm

The marauders do their damndest to flummox shy!reader (it's not hard)

You hide a black eye from them

Tall!reader teases the boys

They talk you through a friend breakup

They comfort you after you hit an animal with your car

You and the boys enjoy a domestic time during the holidays ♡

You all oggle James

Emt!marauders come to your rescue after a car accident ♡ | cont.

The boys comfort you when you don't get into your top school

Your emt boyfriends are called after a mishap at work

Short!reader teams up with Remus to give the other boys shit

Your emt boyfriends help when you hurt your back

They want you to let them comfort you after a nightmare

The marauders love your weight gain ♡

You call emt!marauders when you're having a panic attack

Your boyfriends learn about social burnout

The boys coddle a touched starved!you ♡

Roommate!marauders get a teensy bit jealous during a night out

Your emt boyfriends comfort you through vertigo ♡ | cont.

Whimsical!reader tries some alternative healing methods

They bring you, high and giggly, to an aquarium

Sleepy aftercare with the boys ✩

Your boyfriends know how to share ✩

They reassure you it's okay to have boundaries ✩

[ailesswhumptober]

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023

It’s finally time! These are your official prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! We have 31 days of wonderful whump prompts. Each day has a set of 3 different prompts to choose from! Alternative prompts will be posted under the cut.

Happy whumping!

Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

AI-less Whumptober 2023

Drugging / sick / poisoned 

Overworked / insomnia / Exhaustion

Sensory deprivation / overstimulation / isolation 

Hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

Hostage / kidnapping / Held at gunpoint

Conditioning / mind control / forced to hurt someone else

Flatline / Restrained / CPR

Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure

Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed dead

Branding / Scarring / collar

Fainting / Paralyzed / Adrenaline 

Self harm / Sacrifice / Character death

Earthquake / Flood / Crushed

Bleeding through the bandage / Field medicine / no anesthesia

Experimentation / Muzzle / transformation

Amputation/ chronic pain / Hospital

Hypothermia / heat stroke / “You look a little pale”

Fever / vomiting / Warm soup

Taken for granted/ Left behind/ “Why wasn’t I enough?”

Dehumanization/ Stockholm Syndrome/ Master and servant

Blood loss / shock / Near death experience

Whipping / Punishment / Stress position

Begging / “Take me instead” / Forced to watch

Failed escape / hunted down / Too exhausted to keep running

 Nightmares / Flashback / “Why didn’t you save me?”

 Magical exhaustion or injury / Curse / Came back wrong

 Forgotten/ Locked away/ Immortal Whumpee

 Hair pulling / Oxygen Deprivation / Sweating

 “The easy way or the hard way?” / Bargaining / Forced to choose

 Possession / Mind Games / Coma

PTSD / Headaches / Crying  Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

Bloody knuckles

Gunshot wound

Separated from loved ones

Drowning

Blackmail

Crying to sleep

Disowned by family

Electrocution

Forced feeding

Bullied

Suffocation

Abandoned

Grief 

Human Shield 

Self-defense

Lab rat

Memory loss

Misunderstanding

Hypnosis

Mutilation 

Mouth stitched shut

Nerve damage

Nervous breakdown

Words carved into skin

Stalked

Non-Consensual touching

Paranoia

Peer pressure

Prison

Silent treatment

Truth serum

[nopenototdaysatan]

I finished it! I'll give you guys the last chapter that inspired everything else but you'll have to click the link to read the full thing.

TW: Hypothermia, Panic attacks, Flashback's, disassociation,

A Violet Observation - Vio

It feels nice not having to find my breath, To not have to choke through a drink Or feel a migraine on top of the headache already there. A throat that no longer burns and aches.

It is nice to be feeling better… But it is only nice. I know Blue doesn’t like how gross we are when sick, But he’s normally right here beside us anyway.

Normally he’d be right by our side Telling us to stop being gross and coughing on him While force feeding us soup. Or at least force feeding Red. (Red loses their appetite when sick.)

This doesn’t feel right… But the other two are so happy to feel better, ……Maybe everything is okay? Looking out into the common room, I see it.

The whole reason nothing felt right. All of my worst fears and more in front of me: I trusted them. WE trusted them. What the HELL did they do to Blue?!

Grabbing my brothers sleeves, I whisper to them, “Code, Ice.” Green becomes sharp, no longer the jovial leader. Red becomes inflamed, a fire lit and ready to explode.

Green responds,”Red, get your fire rod. You know what to do.” “Vio, cover the windows and stand guard. Allow only those you trust close.” “I’ll handle the rest.”

We break apart and I head to the windows Thankful to find they have easy to move curtains. With each window closed or curtain covering them My anxiety eases.

And finally once they’re all closed I look back to where Blue is sat, Red has arrived shoo-ing Sky away from Blue And gently grabbing blue’s hands so that he can grab the firerod.

A soft, choked, “Red?” brings tears to their emotional brother As he reminds Blue that he’s safe. That as long as Red is there he’ll never be frozen again. And just like before Blue grips onto red’s arm as if to part from him is death.

Looking away from my brothers, I see a distraught Sky, desperately hoping that this helps. I see a tired Twilight, no pelt in sight and exhaustion clinging to his frame. Looking back at Blue, I notice for the first time that he’s much better than expected. Especially for a Code: Ice.

Taking a chance, I sidle over to the two. “What happened?” My voice almost ice cold, “We asked him to go and get you three medicine.” Twilight starts, “I- I noticed something before he left, and yet I did nothing. Absolutely nothing about it.” The guilt dripping from Twi’s words.

“Better than me, Twi. I had no idea. None at all until you came back with him, so still in your arms. And nothing I did was good enough. He’s been silent. Stuck in something that I couldn’t pull him out of.”

“I’m so sorry, Vio. We let him go out and then couldn’t even do anything To fix the mistake we made.” Never good enough. Never quick enough. That feeling of failure stuck to sky’s shoulders as if he bore the weight of the world. Humming at their response, I couldn’t help but relax.

After all of the times they’ve helped us, It’s hard to feel too mad at the two who actually did something. “I can’t say how the others will feel… but for me, that is enough.” “Without you two, he would be dead…But, don’t let him go into a snowstorm again.”

Returning back to the other two, I notice a slowly relaxing Blue being cuddled by Red. “Ah, the power of Red’s cuddles in action, I see?” “Fuck you, Vio”, is whispered out before Blue grabs his wrist and drags him closer.

Rolling my eyes, I respond; “We’re fine Blue. The sickness didn’t have a chance to be fatal.” “And yet there’s only two of you in grabbing distance. Where’s Green?” Blue’s voice slowly coming back to him Even as the scratchiness of his voice makes me want to take a drink.

“Twi, could you get us some water?” I call out to the peanut gallery. Before returning my attention to Blue. “He’s reaming out the others for their idiocy. He’ll be here soon.” “Not soon enough.” is the grumpy response before Blue’s eyelids droop As if he’s going to sleep.

“Didn’t take long, did it Red?” I whisper to Red As I watch Green become even more vicious. “..You’re right! Normally, it takes me longer to pull him out of it. That’s weird…. Good, but weird.” Red’s noise crinkles as he thinks.

“It is weird but you can thank Twilight and Sky. They’ve been watching over him since they found him in the snow.” “They did?!?” Red’s smile shines like shining gems As his joy over the good news gives him energy.

“What’s the good news?” comes from behind me As Green heads back to us. His hand covers his eyes as either anger Or frustration causes tears to show.

“Twi and Sky were taking care of Blue!” Red exclaims A little too loud as everyone turns to us and Blue is pulled from his slumber. “Too loud, Red.” I sigh as Blue grumbles, Trying to reach out for Green and realizing both his hands are occupied.

Chuckling Green comes over and sits on the other side of the chair from Red. Finally back together. Finally safe once more. Everything is okay and with a final breath I loosen my unbreakable stability And just relax with my brothers. Twi and Sky will keep us safe.

Posted the beginning continuation of Day 9 from October prompt month something something something. It was the Blue getting Hypothermia.

Here's the link:

I'll make this nice tomorrow when I have the energy for it.

[buddierecs]

jealous!eddie diaz buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by: kithmet "eddie self-implodes. christopher, seeking refuge, flees to buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (oh, and tommy’s there too. he thinks.)" word count: 42k important tags: co-parenting, emotional infidelity, possessive behaviour, sexuality crisis, mutual pining, getting together, anal sex, masturbation good pretender by: likeshipsonthesea "an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need" word count: 85k important tags: fwb!ravi/buck, outsider pov, friends to loves, communication, pining, ptsd, mutual pining, self-worth issues, therapy, anal sex, making out everything (nothing) has changed by: bizarrestars "after eddie gets shot, buck confesses his love. from there, things get a little out of hand." word count: 48k important tags: love confessions, coming out, angst, humor i could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me) by: wikiangela "buck's going on a date, eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in buck's kitchen." word count: 15k important tags: first time, possessive sex, kitchen sex, blow jobs, anal sex, porn with feeling, multiple orgasms, riding driving me wild by: smilingbuckley "after a drunk night of karaoke and fun, buck wakes up hungover with DIAZ tattooed on his lower back. chimney, who was with him that drunken night, helps buck hide it from the rest of the team, but it makes them think something else going on but then Eddie finds out anyways, with a reaction better than buck could've hoped for." word count: 4.7k important tags: possessive!eddie diaz, getting together, body worship, anal sex, comeplay, friends to lovers, marriage proposal skin/heat/hair in your mouth by: fleetinghearts "eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors" word count: 8.8k important tags: camping, getting together, love confessions, non-sexual intimacy, semi-public sex, blow jobs, dry humping, praise kink 5 times eddie was jealous and 1 time he didn't have to be by: sassysquatch buck makes a new friend. they sometimes have sex. eddie hates the guy, but can't quite figure out why. word count: 14k important tags: 5+1 things, minor buck/oc, mutual pining, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content eddie, enraged and envious by: songbvrd "eddie goes through the stages of grief watching buck and tommy together and gets progressively more unhinged as his jealousy builds." word count: 23k important tags: slow burn, possessive!eddie diaz, idiots in love, panic attacks, pining, mild smut i can see you (up against the wall with me) by: champagne_for_breakfast "another cowboy hat fic inspired by ryan guzman and his appearance in everybody wants some!!" word count: 9.3k important tags: cowboy hats, riding, praise kink, idiots in love, oblivious!evan buckley drink up (you're wasted on me) by: okanus "eddie and buck hook up at the bachelor party. difficulties ensue." word count: 9.5k important tags: infidelity, flirting, sexual tension, first time, drunk sex, praise kink, possessive!eddie diaz me and my wild boy, all of this wild joy by: audreylorriane "eddie and buck love each other but don’t know how to say it, until they do." word count: 12k important tags: angst, fluff, soft!buddie, pining, idiots in love, praise kink, rimming, blow jobs, anal sex, size kink, cock slut!eddie diaz

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hii, do you mind doing a poly!plastics x reader where reader gets hypothermia 'cause she fell on a river during winter while she (or the pronoun you feel comfy writing) was out with the plastics on a date or something and the girls just try to stay calm and help reader get warm, rushing to one of the girls house with Gina's car so they can get a lukewarm bath after helping with body heat (nothing more than bear hugs and skin-to-skin cuddles in my mind tbh but feel free to do whatever you have in mind). They freak out a little when they notice reader isn't aware of what's going on (being lucid and answering things) but everything gets better in the end with fluff and assurance from the reader that she's fine now (since her girls are still on their toes about it) :D

Tysm for your fics, they've been making my days better and your last one is not an exception 😊❤️

Burning but it's Ice Cold ||

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly!)

|| Warnings: Regina soft for reader, mentions of panic attack, brief hypothermia descriptions, Reader's hurt, hurt/comfort fic

If I missed a warning lmk

|| Summary: reader and the girls go ice skating at Regina's cottage, reader gets distracted by the northern lights and falls through a thin spot of ice. The girls work together to comfort and warm up reader.

Requests open!

Started: May 13th

Finished: May 26th

~~~

It was a cold, February afternoon. You and your girls were staying up at Regina's family cottage for the weekend, enjoying a much needed break from NorthShore drama. Lately it's been feeling like there's some new fire to put out every damn day. The four of you really needed this break.

You were chilling on the couch, sipping a tea when you remembered something you had seen on your way up to the cottage. Maybe about a seven minute walk from here there was a frozen over lake, you grinned as you got up the from the couch and rushed to the kitchen where your girls had been chatting and hanging out while Gretchen cooks.

"We should go ice skating!" You say suddenly, getting their attention.

"Huh?" Regina blinks at you, ice skating?

"Yeah! There's like a frozen lake maybe ten minutes from here!" You smile, bouncing on your heels as your girls exchanged looks.

"I think my parents might have some old skates in the shed. Gretchen, go check." Regina says, Gretchen nods and quickly goes to look for the skates. (the food was forgotten but its okay because its a fanfic)

"Is ice skating like skateboarding?" Karen asked, you and Regina shared a look.

"Mm... I guess?" You tilt your head, thinking a little too hard on it to find the similarities between the two," though it's closer to roller skating.. only on ice."

"That's like really cool." Karen replied, you gave her a soft smile and walked over to give her hand a gentle squeeze as you kissed her cheek.

Gretchen comes back a few moments later, struggling to carry four pairs of skates. You quickly run over and take a few from her to help her out, she gives you a grateful smile as she kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, Y/N/N. Hopefully these will fit." She looks down at the skates, there's one pink pair which were clearly Regina's as on the side there was a slightly darker pink glittery R written in calligraphy. You handed those skates to Regina, she rolled her eyes but took them.

Gretchen handed a pair to Karen. You and Gretchen held the last two pairs for yourselves.

"Alright! Let's go!" You grinned, running to grab your coat and quickly pulling it on before sprinting out the door.

It was getting darker, but the sky was lit with northern lights that shone bright and kept a soft glow on the ground to light up your way.

Your girls quickly caught up to you, dressed in their own respective winter gear and the four of you marvelled at the lights.

All of you took some pictures, as well as a group photo where Regina had her arm draped around your shoulders as she kissed your neck.

You shivered at the feeling but the smile never left your face.

When you finally arrived to the lake, all of you put your skates on. Gretchen helped out Karen with hers since she was having some difficulty with her laces.

Once the laces were tied, Gretchen stood and kissed Karen's cheek. By this point you were already out on the ice with Regina, Regina showing off some twirls while you cheered her on. Who knew Regina had a hidden talent for ice skating?

Gretchen and Karen soon joined you guys on the ice, Karen recorded Gretchen for tiktok while Gretchen did some of her own twirls and such. You had begun exploring the iced lake, skating further away from the group.

You went a good distance away. Your gaze going to all the colourful lights in the sky, completely distracting you from your surroundings. You don't notice that you're skating over a thinner spot even as the ice cracks beneath you.

Regina had started following behind you, her body tensing when she heard the ice crack.

"Y/N!" She yelled, pulling your attention from the lights and towards her. You stared at her in confusion and were about to ask 'what' when you suddenly dropped. A scream leaving your mouth.

You fell through the ice, desperately grasping for anything to hold. The freezing water touching your body like sharp knives. Your eyes began to close when you felt someone grasp your hand and pull you out.

Regina pulled you out of the water, her arm draping around your shoulders and holding you tight to her side as she helped you stand.

The next half an hour went by in a whirlwind of panic, Gretchen freaking out the most. Karen helping Gretchen through multiple panic attacks. Regina was the most calm, she internalized it all so there was at least someone stable enough to help you. As for you, you barely had any idea what was going on. The cold was making you go in and out of consciousness, you could barely feel any of your body. Did you still even have a body??

When they finally get you to the cottage, Gretchen gets the fireplace going. Adding in some logs then lighting it using some old scrap paper. Regina brings you over to the fireplace, taking a seat on the sofa and pulling you in her lap to keep you warm. Your whole body shook, lips were purple.

Karen frowned at the sight but then suddenly smiled as she got an idea," I'm gonna go make a hot chocolate and start a warm bath!" She says happily, Gretchen turns her head in Karen's direction then glances at Regina.

"I'll go keep an eye on Karen, you okay here?" Gretchen asked, Regina nodded and made a shoo gesture before her hand came and rested on you. Her hands trailed along your trembling body as a feeble attempt to keep you warm while Karen prepped hot chocolate and a bath with Gretchen's help.

You had curled yourself into a ball in Regina's lap, head rested just below her chest as you hugged your knees. You kept you eyes closed; barely able to focus on anything around you. You knew Regina's hands were moving along your body, but you could barely feel anything.

Regina looked down at you and gave your cheek a gentle tap," You still with me?" She asked, having noticed your eyes were closed which made her panic just a little. You made a small grumble in response and your eyes opened slightly to look at her. She was more relieved than she would ever admit," just keep your eyes open, baby. Can you do that?" Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, but then again. Somehow she always had a soft spot for you.

You nodded slowly, not really wanting to keep your eyes open. But you did as Regina asked, you always did.

Karen comes over with the hot chocolate, decorated with whip cream, various sprinkles on top and a swirly straw. She handed you the cup but you weren't able to grasp it, so Regina took it from Karen's hands and held it up to your mouth for you. You took a sip with the help of the straw.

"That's it, good girl." Regina whispered in your ear, a light smirk on her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing. She looked at Karen who was there smiling at them," Is the bath ready?"

"Yep! Gretchen's got it going!" Karen replied.

Regina looked down at you, seeing the soft redness on your cheeks. She couldn't tell if it was because of how cold you were or if it was from what she had said before. Her hand rested on your hip, gently grazing it with her thumb. The feeling made you shiver more than you already were.

"Think you can stand for me?" Regina asked, you looked at her and gently shook your head. Still sipping hot chocolate.

She frowned at that and handed Karen the cup, you pouted a little as your hot chocolate was stolen. "Hold onto that." Regina stated, then stood with you in her arms. She carried you up stairs, Karen following behind with the hot chocolate. She tried taking a sip of some, but the straw went to her nose instead and made her flinch. She did get it to her mouth though after another attempt. Karen doesn't have the best luck with straws.

Regina got you into the bathroom where Gretchen was pacing as she waited. She stopped and looked at you, frowning when she saw you were still shivering.

"I googled best ways to help hypothermia and you're not supposed to put too much heat on them at once, so I made sure the water wasn't too hot or too warm." Gretchen rambled out, Regina didn't respond. She was more focused on you as she started removing your clothing.

Once she had you undressed, she placed you in the tub with Gretchen's help.

"Stay with her. I'm getting her warmer clothes." With that, Regina headed to their shared room at the cottage and started digging through the dresser for anything that looked warm while Gretchen kept an eye on you in the bath.

After all that was done, you were starting to feel better. A little more present at least and less trembly. Regina came back with fresh clothes. The two helped get you out of the tub while Karen was off getting your comfort movie set up in the bedroom.

Gretchen got you dressed and then her and Regina helped you into the bedroom where Karen was waiting. She pressed play on the movie and the four of you laid in bed in a cuddle pile, you in the middle as your girls surrounded you. You made a soft sigh.

"I'm okay now.." You mumbled, Gretchen and Regina looked a little surprised when you talked considering you haven't said a word since before all this happened. Gretchen seemed to finally relax a bit. (Karen's too focused on the movie.)

"You sure?" Gretchen asked, hand coming to rest on your cheek. You leaned into her touch and nodded. You weren't perfect, but you were better.

"Thank you. All of you."

[wellthisissomething]

AI-Less Whumptober 2024 Master List

Day 1: Stress Positions

Day 2: Car Accident

Day 3: Survivors Guilt

Day 4: Non-Con Body Modifications

Day 5: Migraine/Overstimulation

Day 6: Self Sacrifice/"I'm The Only One Who Can Do This"

Day 7: Field Medicine

Day 8: Rope Burns/Gagged

Day 9: Hypothermia/Heat Stroke

Day 10: ALT "If You Weren't Around I'd Be Long Dead By Now..."

Day 11: Hallucinations

Day 12: Isolation

Day 13: "Take Me Instead"

Day 14: Concussion

Day 15: Removing Body Parts

Day 16: Drowning

Day 17: Misunderstanding/Abandonment

Day 18: Hypnotized/Possessed

Day 19: Dissociation

Day 20: Enemy/Stranger To Caretaker

Day 21: Drugged

Day 22: Forced To Watch/Hurt

Day 23: Fever/Passing Out

Day 24: ALT Animal Bite

Day 25: Betrayal

Day 26: Burning/Electrocution

Day 27: ALT Kidnapped

Day 28: Internal Bleeding/Needle And Thread

Day 29: ALT Pistol Whipped

Day 30: Poison

Day 31: Panic Attack

[joyful-soul-collector]

It'll Be Fine: Chapter 4

Summary: The final chapter!! So much hurt/comfort to come :D

Tag List: @ihavea-natural-curiosity @milkywaysipper @fangirlshenanigans04 @voxconcordia @beetpatchkids @amiableamos @misforvendetta @pigfartsviatardis

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Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks, flashbacks

The walk home felt unbearable. His whole body ached from how tensely he’d been holding himself for hours, and he couldn’t stop shivering, it was getting worse with each second. Each step gave him another flashback, the snow on his face making the panic dig its heels in harder. 

The kid is freezing, we need to get him inside now. 

It’s okay mijo, we’ll get out of here soon, don’t worry. Take my gloves, you’ll be alright. 

Mom, is he going to be okay? He’s still shivering.

Viktor hadn’t tried to take off the mittens again, but he held one of Jayce’s hands in his own, covering his icy knuckles with the soft glove. Jayce hoped he couldn’t feel how hard he was shaking, but was doubtful that was the case. 

Jayce couldn’t get the door unlocked on his own. His hands were shaking so bad that he dropped the keys twice before Viktor took them gently and opened the door. Jayce stumbled inside, the warm air of his home immediately stinging his face and his hands, beginning to melt the snow in his hair. Jayce pulled Viktor inside behind him, and quickly shut and locked the door. Then he began going around his home and pulling all the curtains closed. 

“Y-You need to take off y-your clothes.”

“What?” Viktor snapped, looking at Jayce incredulously. 

“N-Not like--Th-That’s what y-you do to t-treat hy-hypothermia,” Jayce said, still shivering violently and starting to shuck off his layers. He checked his hands for frostbite again. “Y-You have t-to take off w-wet clothes, I-I can get y-you some from my closet--”

“I…” Viktor trailed off and Jayce looked at him, and was a little shocked to see the expression on his face. It was even more sad than before, and utterly, completely confused. For the first time, Jayce saw Viktor seemingly have no idea what to do. 

“I don’t have hypothermia, Jayce,” he said softly, staring at him. 

Jayce looked at him a moment, with his jacket still half-on, and still shivering. 

“I-I know that,” he said, after a few moments. 

It… didn’t help, for some reason. 

He knew Viktor was okay. He knew that he didn’t have hypothermia. He even knew that there wasn’t frostbite underneath those gloves he was wearing. He knew all of that. But it didn’t help. There was something deep, deep inside his chest or his brain or somewhere that was convinced that all those things were true. Convinced that they both needed to get into dry clothes as fast as possible, that they needed to start a fire, to keep their fingers and toes protected from the cold, to fight every second not to die. 

It was the most horrible war in his mind that he just couldn't make sense of. 

It was only when Viktor spoke again, that Jayce could come back to reality. 

“I’ll… I’ll take off my sweater, how about that?” Viktor suggested. “It’s wet, and will feel better with it off. You may get me a new one, if you would like.”

Jayce nodded and quickly made his way to his room, his mind buzzing again with a vague, panic-induced plan. Just get off the wet clothes, and it’ll be fine. We can start the fire, and make something warm to eat, and it’ll be fine. Viktor will be fine, he has the gloves, he’ll be fine. 

He quickly got out of his freezing clothes and put on new ones, still shivering rather harshly as he yanked a thick blue turtleneck over his head. He checked his hands for frostbite again, and after a thorough inspection of them in the bathroom he felt slightly more confident that there was none. He grabbed another sweater for Viktor from his closet, tugged his blanket off his bed, and quickly made his way back down the hall to the living room. 

“Okay, I got your sweater and I brought an extra blanket, we just need to keep your torso warm and--What are you doing?”

Jayce walked into the living room to find Viktor in the adjacent kitchen, stirring something in a pot on the stove. He wasn’t wearing his wet sweater anymore, just a simple brown long sleeve shirt. The fire in Jayce’s fireplace was lit, and he looked up at Jayce when he spoke. 

He’d left the mittens on. 

“I found soup,” he said simply. “In your cupboards. Figured you would like something warm to eat, yes?” 

Jayce blinked, and nodded, feeling a little relieved that he didn’t have to do all of that by himself. His hands were still shaking badly enough that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to open the soup cans. 

He walked over and handed Viktor the sweater, which he now realized was a dark red one, a turtleneck to match his own. It was a good idea, he thought vaguely, to have something to warm up your throat. Lots of important veins and arteries there. 

Viktor put it on, and Jayce swallowed a little at the sight. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought Viktor looked rather cute, wearing his sweater. 

But the thought was washed away quickly by the bubbling panic in his mind, and he spoke. 

“You left the mittens on,” he said quietly. 

“You asked me to,” Viktor replied. He smiled, but it was still a little sad, concerned. Jayce nodded, surprised that Viktor was still listening to him when he was clearly acting like a madman.

“Thank you,” Jayce whispered. “Can I um… see them? Your hands?”

“Of course.” Viktor gave the soup another stir before allowing Jayce to pull the mittens off slowly. As he did so, his mind injected images of blackened frozen fingers over his eyes that made his heart pound, and part of him was sure he’d be greeted with the same horrifying realization he had as a child, seeing his mother’s fingers that way. 

But when Jayce finally got both mittens off, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

Viktor’s hands were fine. Still rather cold, as he maneuvered them around to check at all angles, but not nearly as red as before. They would probably be back to their usual temperature in a few minutes, Jayce concluded. 

Jayce’s hands were still shaking though. The shivering in the rest of his body was going down, but his hands were trembling just as bad as they were outside. 

“Jayce,” Viktor started as he continued to look over his fingers. “Correct me if I am wrong but… are you looking for frostbite?”

“I… Your hands were so cold and red, I thought maybe--”

“You know that my skin is much paler than yours is, yes?” Viktor said. He was frowning up at him again, his head tilted to the side. He squeezed Jayce’s shaky hands, though it didn’t do much to still them. 

“Huh? Wh--I mean yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“My hands are going to look like that when they’re cold,” he explained gently. “They are going to look red a lot faster than yours will. My hands will look like that if I hold a cup of ice water for too long.”

Jayce frowned and looked down at Viktor’s hands again. He knew that. He had to have known that, somewhere in the back of his mind. Of course. His hands were much darker than Viktor’s, if they were bright red like that on him then it would be a problem but. Viktor was perfectly fine. 

“You know that you don’t have frostbite either, yes?” Viktor asked. “Or hypothermia?”

Jayce pressed his lips together and looked down at their joined hands. 

“I-It feels like I do. Sometimes,” he whispers. He can feel his eyes start to sting again, and when his shoulders start trembling he knows it’s not from the cold anymore. 

Viktor nods, looking a little lost in thought for a moment, before he lets go of one of Jayce’s hands and stirs the soup again. 

“How do you feel? Right now?”

“It… hurts,” Jayce said slowly. “My hands hurt. My back and shoulders, the shivering hurts. And my brain is… it feels like it’s going too fast and too slow at the same time.”

Viktor nods again, thinking for a moment once more. 

“Well, we should get you warmed up then,” he suddenly says with a smile. It’s not a sad one anymore either, it looks oddly triumphant. The same kind he wears when he’s finally solved a problem. 

He takes both Jayce’s hands again, and pulls him back to the living room, gesturing to the couch to sit down. Once he does, he takes the blanket Jayce brought with him and drapes it around his shoulders, pulling it tight under his chin. 

“There you go. You stay by the fire, I will bring the soup in a moment, and we can make sure you stay warm.”

He straightened up again, and walked back to the kitchen, leaving Jayce feeling rather dumbfounded. He hadn’t ever really panicked like this in front of anyone before, he’d been certain that Viktor would believe he was crazy and leave. 

But no, he was still here. And even though Jayce still felt insane, the panic started to subside slightly, as he realized that maybe if he was crazy, he’d found someone that didn’t seem to mind. 

Viktor came back a moment or two later with two steaming bowls, and handed one to Jayce. His stomach rumbled quietly at the smell curling under his nose. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until now. 

“Oh, and I found this,” Viktor said, drawing something from his pocket. He handed it to Jayce and he was greeted with the sight of his blue and yellow rice pocket. It was warm again, heat immediately radiating through his skin. “It fell out of your jacket. I warmed it up again for you, I hope that is alright.”

Jayce squeezed it tight, and pressed it to his chest again, feeling a lump grow in his throat. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice catching a little. 

“Of course,” Viktor replied. “Eat up, before it gets cold.”

Jayce’s hands still trembled strongly as he ate, but from the first bite he could finally feel the warmth filling him up, replacing the deep chill that had occupied his lungs for so long. 

“Thank you,” he said again, surprised that his voice wasn’t shaking so much anymore. 

“Of course,” Viktor replied again. Jayce loved the way he said that. Like it was only natural to do this for him, and not even something to thank him for. 

He looked at Jayce for a moment, and then back at his soup. 

“I was right.”

“Huh?”

“You were lying.”

Jayce looked down at his soup and took another bite before answering. 

“I’m sorry.”

“You have no need to be. You never hurt me.”

“I don’t really like lying anyways.”

“Then, why did you?”

Jayce looked down at his bowl again for another moment. 

“You remember how I told you about the mage I saw as a kid?” he said. Viktor tilted his head and nodded, his eyes narrowing. “I um… I never told you how I met him.”

His hands started to shake harder so he put the bowl to the side and gripped the warm pocket of rice in his hands, hoping to steady them. 

“I um… My family is a house of toolmakers. Blacksmiths, basically. It wasn’t an easy life, especially where my family came from, because… well, back there people didn’t care quite so much about the things you and I study. Science was an afterthought. A trade for the nobodies. So when I was eight, my dad wanted to try something to get us on the map. Make us known so our lives could be a bit easier. So we decided to move here.”

Jayce took a deep shuddering breath and ran a hand up his face, pulling roughly at his hair. He let his head fall back for a moment, opening up his lungs and throat as a crushing feeling fell on his chest. 

“And um… When we were travelling here, we knew we had to go through the mountains. We thought it would be okay, it was the very beginning of winter, there wasn’t any snow on the mountain yet. But… a blizzard came when we got to the top. And my dad um, he fell in a deep snowbank. By the time we dug him out he was um… he-he was gone. We tried to bring him with us, but our cart got stuck, and eventually we just gave up and tried to find a way out alone. 

“We walked for so long, and it--Fuck, it was so cold. I felt like my lungs were frozen. Everything was numb. My mom’s fingers got red, and then blue, then… then black. And then she fell unconscious.”

And for some reason, this of all he spoke of, was what made the dams break. His breath hitched, and he clenched his jaw shut as a small sob escaped him. He covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, bowing his head.

He heard Viktor stand up, and then suddenly a weight settled on the couch next to him, and thin arms pulled him into an embrace. Jayce fully welcomed it, clinging to Viktor like he were the only warmth left on this earth. 

“Sh-She’d given me her gloves because mine ripped--It was my fault she got frostbite. I-I called for help, and the mage came,” Jayce choked out. “He took us here, a-and it was the Kiramman’s who found us first. We both had hypothermia when we got to the hospital. Mom had her fingers amputated, and I-I got pneumonia--It was so awful, Viktor, I was freezing for fucking months, and I couldn’t breathe--Fuck--”

“Shhh,” Viktor soothed, running fingers through Jayce’s disheveled hair. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault Jayce. She was being your mother, taking care of you. You are not in that time of your life anymore. You are safe, and warm now. Even if it does not feel that way at the moment.”

“Heh, I feel insane. I keep seeing things from when I was in the storm,” Jayce said. He pulled back again so he could look at Viktor properly when he spoke. “It gets hard to breathe, like when I was sick. Hell, even this,” he held up the rice warmer, “This is the same warmer the nurses put on my chest when I had hypothermia. We kept it and used it while I was sick. We stayed with the Kiramman’s for a while, and I would hold it until it was cold and then ask my mom, or Mrs. Kiramman to warm it up again, over and over. Sometimes they couldn’t because my fever was running too high and they didn’t want it to get worse. I kept it all this time because I thought maybe I’d get hypothermia like that again--god, how pathetic is that?”

He squeezed the warmer tight in his fist and buried his head in it, trying not to sob again.

Thin hands ran up and down his back and arm, pulling him into Viktor’s warmth again. 

“I knew that something had changed, in the last month or so,” Viktor started, adjusting the blanket around Jayce’s shoulders. “You were more distant. Going home early, looking like a ghost when you came in the morning. And you made a mistake, on the chalkboard.”

“I did?”

“You did calculations for temperature on it. It took me a moment to realize they were not for the hex gems. It was the freezing point of blood, and I could not for the life of me figure out why you wanted to know such a thing,” Viktor said. 

It was true, Jayce remembered now. He’d done it in a bit of a panic one morning, when he got in the lab before Viktor. He forgot to erase the board.

“For the record,” Viktor spoke again, “I do not think you are pathetic. Or insane. I… I only wish you had told me the truth.”

Viktor broke away, and at first Jayce thought he was leaving, but then he reached over for the bowl of soup still sitting at Jayce’s side. 

“You should finish this,” he said, handing it to him. Jayce gave a small smile, again surprised by Viktor’s concern. There wasn’t much left so he brought the bowl to his lips and downed it. Viktor took the bowl and stacked it on top of his own. 

It was then that he took Jayce’s hand, lacing their fingers together. His hands weren’t cold anymore, but Jayce still covered Viktor’s hand with his other one as well, just to be sure it stayed warm. 

“I… I wanted you to have a good time,” Jayce said eventually. “And I know you really wanted me to go.”

“I did not want you to go that bad.”

“Vik, c’mon, you looked at me like you were inviting me to go to a science fair. I know I’ve only known you a couple months, but I can tell when you’re excited by now,” Jayce said, shaking his head with a smile at him. Viktor turned a little pink and he looked away sheepishly. 

“I-I did not want you to go if you did not want to.”

“But that’s what you do for people you care about,” Jayce reasoned. “You make sacrifices, you do things they want to do even if you won’t necessarily enjoy it.”

“Yes, but not for pain, Jayce!” Viktor suddenly snapped, squeezing Jayce’s hand tight. Jayce started and looked up at him properly, stunned to see the look of both anger and worry on his face. “Inconvenience, yes, annoyance, of course, discomfort, maybe, but never, ever pain, Jayce!”

He quickly reached over and grabbed his cane from the side of the couch, and held it in front of Jayce. 

“Would you ask me to go on a run with you, knowing I needed this just to walk?” he asked sharply. 

“Wh--No--It’s not the same as your disability though Vik--”

“Can you get through the day without it hurting you?” Viktor snapped. 

“I--Well, in the spring and summer, yes--”

“Can you get through all the days without it hurting you?”

“Wh--No, but it’s not--”

“Then it is disabling!” Viktor said, throwing his hands in the air. “This fear of the cold, it may not be a disability but it does hurt you, and disables you from doing your daily life when it is cold. It may not be as all-encompassing, but other than that variable, it is no different than my leg. You would never ask me to run, and I would have never, ever asked you to go to the winter festival, in the freezing cold, if I knew you had almost frozen to death as a child.” 

Viktor finishes his rant with a huff, his amber eyes still fiery with anger, but triumph now as well, similar to how he looked before. 

Jayce couldn’t help staring into those eyes a bit longer. He hadn’t really paid attention to it before, but Viktor’s eyes were so warm. For a man who coveted winter, the summer sun had decided to reside comfortably in his eyes. Perhaps that’s where it goes in the winter, Jayce thought. It wasn’t lost. It was just there, in Viktor’s eyes, waiting for him to notice that he’d never been far from its light in the first place. 

Even as he looked at them the warmth grew as Viktor placed a hand against Jayce’s cheek. 

“I will never ask you to hurt yourself for me,” Viktor says softly, his sunlit eyes glancing down to Jayce’s lips. 

Finally, for the first time that day, Jayce felt a heat in his chest, a growing flame in his heart that burned away all the cold that had consumed him. His hands were steady as they squeezed Viktor’s hand, and pressed his other to Viktor’s thin chest. A heat burned there too, gentle sunlight shining on Jayce from Viktor’s heart. He could feel it surround him, like he were in a celestial cloud made up of Viktor’s light. 

“Would you ask me to kiss you?” Jayce asked. 

Viktor smiled. 

“Would you--”

Jayce surged forward and pressed his lips to Viktor’s, drinking in his endless warmth like it were the last day he would ever feel it. There was only a moment of surprise from Viktor before he kissed Jayce back, his pale fingers sliding to the back of his head and pulling him closer. 

It was a few moments of bliss before they broke apart, and even then they hovered in each other’s space, each other's light, pressing their foreheads together. 

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Viktor breathed. Jayce laughed, letting his head slide to Viktor’s shoulder. 

“I didn’t think it would take a blizzard to finally make me admit it, but I have too,” he said breathlessly. “I guess I thought you wouldn’t like me back.”

“I believed much the same,” Viktor said, nuzzling his cheek into Jayce’s hair. “Are we stupid?”

“Maybe when it comes to this stuff,” Jayce laughed. “Can’t be a genius at everything I guess.”

“We will simply have to do what we do best then,” Viktor said confidently. 

“Hm? And what’s that?”

“Learn.”

Jayce tilted his head up and kissed Viktor’s jawline. 

“I could learn about you every day forever.”

Viktor turned and kissed his temple. 

“And I with you.”

They fell asleep on that couch not long after, tangled in each other’s light and warmth, safe and sound from the blizzard outside. Jayce didn’t worry about the snow for the rest of the night, as long as Viktor was here. 

The cold wouldn’t dare touch such a man of light.

A/N: Thank you all so so much for reading and going through this little journey with me! I truly appreciate all of you, especially all of the new friends I've made in the Jayvik fandom :D

I'll be honest I started writing this story when I was in an awful mental place and needed some catharsis, and while I think that the world is still taking its toll on me, I'm glad that I have a wonderful fandom and story to go back to when I need it <3