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whump-galaxy · 5 months ago
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The team is captured and lined up in front of their captors. The most defiant among them, of course, cannot keep their mouth shut. They mock, taunt, and jeer till one captor has had enough.
They grab the whumpee by the throat, asking if they really want to die like this. The whumpee bares their teeth with a defiant smile.
And spits directly in the captor’s face.
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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 2 months ago
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Ghosts Like That
|| Parallel Powder x fem!reader
|| Warnings; season two episode seven spoilers, reader has PTSD about the heist, descriptions of PTSD and anxiety, brief swearing, hurt/comfort/fluff
|| Summary; when reader finds herself back in memories she would rather forget, Powder helps her back to the present.
Requests closed!
Started; December 16th
Finished; December 17th
HurtCember2024; Day 14, Near Death
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It's been years since you nearly got caught in that explosion along with Vi. Years. You weren't even close to being over it. You'd almost died. That was... well, the closest thing to a near death experience you'd ever had. It was terrifying. You were just a kid. It still haunted you in your dreams. Seared into your mind as though it had just happened in the present moment. Ghosts like that never really leave.
You'd been up working in your girlfriend's workshop. She often let you tinker with the bits she wasn't going to use. Who was she to stop a creative mind, after all? You caught a flicker of a blue flash from a spark and suddenly you were back in that fancy piltover workshop. Your breathing picked up, the sound of an explosion ringing between your ears. Your eyes teared up and you cupped the side of your head. Screaming to get out the overstimulation you were feeling. Or, at least trying to get it out. Your whole body buzzed with phantom pain. A jitter to your bones you couldn't quite shake.
Powder had just gotten home after visiting with Vander and Silco at the bar. Humming happily to herself. Until your scream cut through the air. Panic flared inside her chest, adrenaline spiking. She burst the door open so fast she was shocked it didn't go flying. Her heart sank at the sight of you; her legs moving before her mind could catch up. In no time at all, she had you in her arms. Cradling you. Holding you close with care. Fearing to make it worse.
"Shh, shh, you're okay. Just breathe. You're at the workshop. Breathe. Feel the seat under you," Powder tried desperately to ground you. It wasn't her first time handling the PTSD you had. She'd come to learn your triggers and the methods that helped calm you.
You could faintly hear your girlfriend talking. But you couldn't see her. Not- her her, anyway. You saw little Powder. The workshop. Little Powder trying to talk to you and ease you through it. This- wasn't how the memory went. The realization of that is what helped you to start grounding yourself. Slowly, the fancy workshop around you faded. Replaced with the familiar one you'd grown to find comfort in. The colours. The work bench. The art work on the walls that was a combination of both yours and Powder's drawings. Heck, even Mylo got around to sticking one up of himself. It was terribly drawn and you couldn't help but chuckle looking at. Even in your state.
Powder looked down at you, following your eyes to the picture Mylo had put up recently. She smirked, her thumb brushing your arm," Mylo isn't the best artist in the world, is he?" Powder asked. Hoping the picture would make for the perfect distraction for you.
You shook your head, leaning into her chest," no. I've seen better drawings from kids," you laughed. Powder eased at the sound. You were laughing, that was a good sign. Even if it was at Mylo's expense.
"Yeah, I can't tell if that's supposed to be his arm or his head," Powder pointed to the art. Squinting her eyes to get a better look. Maybe it was a blaster of some sort? Fuck if she knew.
"Pfft, he looks more like a spider than a Mylo," you smirked at your own comment. Powder burst out laughing, nodding in agreement to you. He did, didn't he? He could have presented the drawing as a spider and she would have fully believed it.
Powder's eyes focused back on you. Her expression softened, admiring the little crinkle next to your eye. Caused by the smile on your lips. You turned around pretty quickly this time. Maybe that was a sign of it getting better? Powder sure hoped so. She didn't like seeing you in pain, "How you feeling?" She asked, being careful not to trigger you again.
"Better," you murmured. Snuggling up to your girlfriend in the chair. Eyes still on Mylo's picture. Who knew a poorly drawn Mylo would have been what helped calm you down?
"Good," Powder gave you a gentle kiss. Your lips moving against hers in slow, practiced movements. The last of the memory fading from your mind. Hoping that it wouldn't be back any time soon.
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where-is-my-whump · 1 year ago
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Hudson and Rex 6x07
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jasmines-library · 1 year ago
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Hidden On The Inside
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WHUMPTOBER DAY 21. Prompt: “Near death experience” Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: During a hunt, you take a nasty hit which at first seems fine, but it's what's hidden deep under the surface that creates a problem. (I get it, i suck and writing summaries.)
Warnings: Internal bleeding, hospitals, surgery.
Word count: 1.5k
MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS
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You were a force to be reckoned with when it came to a fight. You were a strong and fierce opponent with an even stronger will. You had always been a fighter. Like Dean’s, your temper would flare up quickly in the face of any kind of challenge or injustice, and you typically responded with physical aggression.
You had been a hunter for many years, having grown up in the life much to your dads disapproval. When you were finally old enough, and after a lot of convincing, you were finally allowed to join your Dad on small hunts in the area. A ghost here, a vampire there. It was always the same routine—they'd enter a town, slip up, you and your dad would hunt them down before returning to the motel for some take out. But, one day when you were in your mid-twenties, your dad never made it home. It was that night that you met the Winchesters. They had given you a shoulder to cry on that night. It was a strange, yet kind gesture; to give a grieving stranger somewhere to feel safe. The three of you were thick and thieves after that night. You lived and hunted together and soon you began to feel as though a missing part of you had been filled. 
The three of you were hunting a pack of wolves. Child's play. But these wolves were abnormally strong, and it took almost all of your strength to push them back and kill them, but they were wearing thin too, and soon there was only a small handful of them left. One charged, baring its teeth at you. They two of you scuffled; quickly locked in a fight. As the fight dragged on with neither of you making much progress, the two of you tired quickly. But then in a flurry of moves, your opponent landed a series of punches and finally managed to fling you into the wall in a fit of rage. You hit the wall hard but didn’t make a sound. You just gritted your teeth and shrugged it off; you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you. As the fight went on, the blows came harder and faster, with neither of you giving an inch. Until finally, he slipped up and you managed to jab him with your silver blade. 
“Are you okay?” Sam questioned as he sauntered back over to you after tossing the match onto the bodies. “I saw you hit the wall pretty hard.”
You rubbed the back of your neck dubietly. “Yeah. I’m fine. It was just a little unexpected.”
“Are you sure?” He drew in his eyebrows, creating little wrinkles on his forehead.
“Positive.”
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When you told Sam that you felt fine, it wasn't completely a lie. At the time, you did feel ok, a little sore, but ok. Though as time went on and the world sped around the Impala, you began to feel off.  You ignored it, of course. You hadn't been injured that bad, you assured yourself. Nothing could be wrong. You had endured much worse and been fine, yet the uneasiness continued and a dull ache began to grow throughout your body as your skin paled.
“You okay back there sweetheart?” Dean asked, glancing back at you in the rear-view mirror when he noticed your absence in the conversation. Your silence was loud. 
“Peachy.” You hummed, avoiding his gaze. You knew you looked into his eyes he would know exactly what was up. It was like a 6th sense of his. 
“I’m only asking ‘cause you look a little pale.” He added. 
“I skipped breakfast this morning. It’s probably just that.” You shrugged “Quit worrying, Dean.”
He was right to worry though, because the moment you stepped out of the car, a wave of nausea hit you and you lost your footing slightly. Sam picked up on your stumble. 
“Woah. Careful Y/N. Are you sure you're okay?”
“I’m fine, Sam.”
He eyed you slyly. You weren’t one to be clumsy. Sam followed you closely as you hauled yourself down the steps of the bunker, much slower than usual as you fought the unease that contaminated your body. By the time you reached the bottom, a sheen of sweat had broken across your forehead, and you were short of breath, panting against the pain in your abdomen. 
You had barely made it halfway across the room when the lightheadedness kicked in and you had to grab the table to keep you from doubling over with your vision. Taking a step forwards and letting go of the table, your body swayed, causing bile to rise in your throat. You had just about stumbled to your room by clinging onto the walls when another wave rolled over you causing your legs to buckle and your body careen to the side and hit the ground with a groan of pain. You clutched at your stomach. 
Your vision swam as you lay there in a dazed state, fading in and out of your pain laced world. You weren’t sure how long it was before your heard footsteps escaping down the hall.
Sam knocked on the door. He hadn’t heard from you since the three of you arrived home over an hour ago and he had begun to grow worried. You didn’t look well at all when you forced yourself out of the impala. Your skin was paler than usual and clammy and alongside that your footsteps were all out of beat. When there was no reply, sam asked for you but his words went through one ear and out of the other, not even stopping in your mind.
He pushed the door open and froze at the sight of your body sprawled out across the cold floor. Your chest barely rose and fell.
“Shit.” Sam dived forwards, dropping his bags on floor. “Y/N?” He patted your face lightly, but all you did was groan. 
Gingerly, Sam eased your arms away from your stomach and rolled up the hem of your shirt. What he saw made him gasp. From your chest all the way down your abdomen, were deep purple bruises. 
“Dean!”
His older brother raced into the room at his brother's cry of distress, staggering to a stop when he saw the state of your body. 
“Get the keys.” Sam ordered, before scooping you up into his arms. 
The two of them made it to the car in record time. Sam manoeuvred himself into the back with you, as Dean made his way to the drivers side and started the engine. In typical Dean fashion, the car was going too fast, but neither of them cared. Sam held you close to remind you that everything was going to be alright even if you weren’t completely coherent. Dean focused on the road, cursing every red light they hit. At some point, he gave up stopping. 
When the Impala peeled into the parking lot Sam rushed inside carrying you still, Dean followed close behind. The two were frantic as they called for help which didn’t seem to come quick enough. It was a blur as the hospital staff took your fading body and rushed you into surgery. 
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Dean’s leg bounced as he waited for the nurse to return from your hospital room. The pair of them hadn’t moved in hours, waiting anxiously for.. well anything. 
When the moment finally came and called out your name, they didn’t waste any time in going to meet her. And then came the news.
“Miss Y/n has suffered severe internal bleeding. The doctors have managed to stabilise her with surgery, but she will need to stay in observation for a while.”
Dean let out a sigh of relief. 
“You’ll be happy to know that she is awake and asking for the two of you.”
The nurse didn’t have time to say anything else because the two brothers had already left and flung the door open. 
“Oh Y/n/n…” Sam breathed when he saw you, hooked up to a multitude of machines. Despite your tired eyes, there was still a soft grin on your face. 
“Hiya Sammy.”
He took your hand. “How are you feeling?”
“A little sore. Whatever drugs they have me on are working miracles.” You let out a small chuckle. “I keep telling them I’m fine, but they won’t let me leave.”
“You’re not fine. Y/N.” Dean said sternly. “You’ve just come out of emergency surgery. You need to rest.”
You were silent. 
“I hate hospitals.” You murmured. They reminded you too much of your failures. 
“I know. It’s just a few more days and then I’ll take you home.” 
“Okay.” you sniffled. 
Sam ran his hands through his hair. “God, Y/N you had us so worried.”
“I’m sorry. I thought it was nothing, I really did.”
“It’s okay.” Dean reassured. “You’ll be alright. That’s what matters the most.”
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<- DAY 20 ⛤ DAY 22 ->
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vertigoartgore · 6 months ago
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1989's Uncanny X-Men Vol.1 #251 cover by penciller Marc Silvestri and inker Dan Green. Black & White version provided by Raymond Low.
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whump-imagines · 2 months ago
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Pizza Party
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Kelly x reader
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A day late for @hurtcember day 14 Near Death
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Movement on the apron caught Joe’s attention. He looked over to spot two legs and a mountain of pizza boxes.
“Someone order lunch?” said a feminine voice from behind the tower of cardboard.
Kelly looked up just in time for her to poke her head out to the side of her stack. “Hey, you! I didn't know you were coming by today.” He stood and took half the stack to hand off to Joe before taking the rest himself.
After leaning in for a quick kiss, she explained. “I was bored. Figured I'd bring some lunch.”
Capp chimed in from his spot at the squad table. “How many people are you planning to feed?”
Y/N laughed. “Too much pizza is always best. Who doesn't love leftovers?”
They headed inside and toward the kitchen. “Lunch!” she announced loudly. “I've got deep dish, thin crust, meat lovers, veggie lovers, pineapple, and one extra cheese.”
There were cheers and chair legs scraping across the floor as everyone quickly lined up to get the pizza.
Mouch scoffed. “Who eats plain cheese?”
Kelly laughed as he wrapped his now free arm around Y/N. “She does. The pineapple one is also for her.”
“I'm with her on that one.” Mills chimed in, “Pineapple on pizza is good.”
“Yes! Thank you!” She lifted her hand for him to high five. “But don't eat it all. It's my dinner for later, too.”
As everyone started to settle at the table with their food, Sylvie entered. “Hey! Severide didn't tell us you were coming today.” She pulled Y/N into a firm hug.
“He didn't know. I decided to surprise everyone,” she explained, squeezing Sylvie tight.
They both made a plate and sat down at the table with everyone. She picked the spot next to Kelly and he leaned over and kissed her.
“Thanks for coming. Love you.”
“I love you, too.” Y/N smiled at him.
An hour later, as Y/N began to combine pizzas into fewer boxes, she wobbled as she was overcome with light headedness. She grasped the counter to steady herself.
Nearly instantly, Kelly was at her side. “You alright?”
She nodded. “I think so. Just got a little woozy.”
Kelly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “How about we go sit down for a minute.”
She took a step toward the couch then collapsed. Kelly caught her in time to prevent her from hitting the ground. “Whoa, hey, Y/N!”
Mills was beside him a moment later. “Lay her down.”
Once Kelly had laid her gently on the floor, Peter leaned down to check her breathing then pressed his fingers to her neck to check her pulse. “No pulse. Brett!”
Sylvie was already running toward the ambulance for the jump bag and monitor.
“No, no, no. You stay with me, Y/N.” Kelly pleaded, taking her hand in his. “You hear me?” He watched in horror as Peter started chest compressions.
Sylvie was back quickly and kneeling beside Kelly. “I need you to back up so we can work.”
Matt bent down and grabbed Kelly’s shoulder to pull him away. “They've got her.”
“What the hell even just happened?” Kelly wiped tears off his face. “She was just fine and then–” He couldn't even finish his sentence.
Sylvie had hooked her up to the monitor and defibrillator pads while Peter continued compressions. “Stop compressions.”
“Still no pulse,” Peter announced.
“She's in v-fib,” said Sylvie. She pressed a button to charge the defibrillator. “Clear.”
When she pressed the button to discharge the shock, Y/N arched off the ground and Kelly squatted like he could manage to stay standing any longer.
Peter watched the monitor. “Still in v-fib.” He resumed compressions. “Let's try again.”
Sylvie nodded. “Charging to 360. Clear.”
Peter raised his hands as Sylvie discharged another shock.
The monitor beeped. Slowly at first then quicker and the entire room breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sinus rhythm,” Sylvie pointed out.
Peter nodded. “Pulse is strong. Let's get her to Med.”
As they lifted her to the stretcher, she groaned. Kelly ran a hand softly over her head. “Can you open your eyes, sweetheart?”
She whimpered. “Ow.”
“What hurts?” Sylvie asked.
She slowly opened her eyes. Looking around she frowned, “What happened?”
Kelly brushed hair back from her face. “You collapsed. Mills and Brett are going to take you to the hospital.”
“Why does my chest hurt?”
They all headed towards the ambulance as Kelly explained. “Uh, your heart stopped. They had to do CPR.”
“What?” She gaped at him.
“It's going to be okay,” Kelly tried to soothe. “The doctors will figure out what happened. Just try to relax.”
They quickly loaded her into the ambulance and Peter headed to the front to drive. Kelly held her hand tightly, like he was afraid to let go.
Sylvie was sitting beside Kelly. She started an IV and wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm. Finally, she placed a nasal cannula in her nose for oxygen.
Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm herself and winced.
“What's the matter?” Kelly asked.
“It hurts to breathe.” She whimpered. “Kel, I'm scared.”
“I know. You'll be okay,” he said. “Connor will figure out what happened.”
Sylvie twisted a syringe into the IV port. “I'm giving you some fentanyl for the pain. That should help, okay?”
Almost instantly she felt some relief from the chest pain.
A moment later, they pulled up to the emergency entrance and the back doors were pulled open.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Connor greeted as he helped unload you. “What happened?” The question was directed at Sylvie.
“Sudden cardiac arrest. Nothing happened, she just collapsed,” Sylvie explained, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. She gave a run down of vitals and advised that she'd given fentanyl before Y/N was shifted to the hospital bed.
“Okay. Let's get a CBC, BMP, cardiac enzymes, 12-lead EKG, and a chest x-ray,” Connor ordered.
The next few hours went by in a whirlwind of pokes and tests and nurses with vitals checks. Kelly was sitting beside her bed holding her hand while she fought the pull of sleep.
“I'm so tired.”
He ran a hand over her head and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest. I'll wake you if Connor comes back with anything.”
“I–I'm scared to fall asleep.”
He squeezed her hand. “You can sleep. I promise you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you.”
Before she could succumb to sleep, Connor came into the room. “Well, I have the answer. You have something called long QT syndrome,” he started to explain. “We need to run a few more tests tomorrow so we can figure out what the best course of treatment is. So for now, we’ll get you moved up to a room and you just get some rest.”
“What kind of treatments?” she asked.
“Medication or an implanted defibrillator or some combination.”
When he left you started googling on your phone. Kelly stole your phone from your hand. “That's never a good idea. Just get some sleep, okay?”
She sighed. “Fine. I'll try.” Trying to get comfortable, she closed her eyes trying to get some sleep before another round of testing.
The last thing she heard was Kelly whispering, “Thank you for not leaving me.”
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friendlylocalwhumper · 2 months ago
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The Cycle series in chronological order (pts.1-29) | Overflowing (pt.29)
Twitching. Folding a piece of paper, shoving it into his pocket, fishing it back out. Switching between cooking dinner, grabbing a snack, starting a smoothie, cleaning up. The kitchen is a mess and Simon can’t seem to decide what to do with it.
Behind him, across the small room, Major sits slumped in his chair with his head resting atop folded arms. The window pours in winter air to cool down the room too hot from the oven.
Major tries ignoring Simon for a long time. But it’s boring. And the guy just won’t stop fidgeting. Won’t stop changing his mind. It’s obvious that his hands aren’t happy with anything he puts them on. Cooking isn’t what he wants to be doing.
“Simon?” Asks Major, his voice gruff and hushed with disuse. It’s scary to say that name, after the handful of times that, with a face twisted in rage, Simon demanded he was master, call him master, or keep quiet.
“Yeah?” The man spins on his heel, instantly paying attention to his damaged pet. There is flour splattered across his sweater and a smear of salsa on his cheek.
“...D’you need a session?”
The grumbled offer sends Simon’s brows rising. He looks like a stupid fish, mouth hanging open with nothing coming out of it. He brushes his hands clean and shakes his head in wonder. “What? I don’t - I mean, you know, pretty much always. But why are you… I mean, why do you ask?”
The kept healer shrugs, gaze drifting away to lock onto a damaged corner of linoleum across the room. It’s peeling up next to the refrigerator, but no one will ever notice because you get to step on it and press it down when you stand there to open the door. “Freaky, waiting.”
Simon remembers. He grunts his acceptance at the reasoning, and without much more polite hesitation, picks up a knife. Wooden handle, one of the sharpest blades he has.
Solemnly, tiredly, Major lifts his shirt right where he sits.
The wood feels so right in Simon’s hand. He didn’t know, didn’t know how bad he needed it… until he finds himself across the room without even planning to walk, and feels the hot blood spilling over his fingers as he clenches the handle, the blade fully buried into Cupcake’s stomach.
Cupcake’s grunt, as if he was simply punched, hangs in the air as Simon’s senses blare hotly. The knife slid in like butter. Through skin, fat, muscle. Organs. Without even meaning to get so close, Simon finds his forehead tipped to Cupcake’s shoulder, and he pants for air there, still pressing the knife so it stays buried.
Cupcake is starting to feel the pain. The panic of such a deep wound. Moans choked out, soft grunts of effort to keep himself from moving, from getting noisy.
“I wasn’t… planning to do that,” Simon all but pleads, a hand sliding around back of Cupcake’s neck to keep him from pulling away. Cupcake is squirming, probably just as desperate to escape the closeness as he is to escape the pain. He’s so strangely afraid of closeness.
“Lot to heal,” Grunts Major. The wooden chair creaks under his hands as they grip on violently for purchase. “Deep. Care-... careful.”
The pained, fractured words are too much of a temptation. With a tense, genuine, “Sorry,” Simon jerks the knife out, looks down with desperate focus, lifts the shaking tip of the blade to a different part of the stomach, and forces it in with gusto. Keeping Cupcake close, still.
This stab punched out a tremulous, almost musical whine. Simon even tries to force the knife deeper, pushing with all his strength, mindlessly thrilled by the pitiful noise.
The room feels warm. Goes blurry. Simon doesn’t fully know what’s going on, but the knife gets away from him, and Cupcake falls from the chair.
Now, Simon is above him, pressing down. Major is tense, crying, writhing away from the weight of hands bearing down on his new wounds. 
Trying to stop the blood. It’s too much blood, it’s unfair, it’s - Major won’t die, obviously. Probably. It’s just so scary, because this is always how it goes. He gets too pent up, too desperate. It always ends with a dead body to dispose of and the nagging need for someone new.
But Cupcake is his favorite. Major is interesting, and broken, and sometimes he’s getting better. Simon likes when he’s getting better.
“Heal it, Cupcake. Just - fix it up.”
Those thick brows are knit together, teeth bared, head thrown back in agony. Major is weakly hitting at Simon’s arms to beg them to let up. He isn’t listening.
“Cupcake! You need to listen, I can make things worse for you.”
The writhing is getting weaker, but more desperate, too, and in his guilt, Simon lets up just a bit too much - and there, the heels of his palms miss their mark, and suddenly there is a lot more blood being spilled across the floor.
“Miles!” Simon puts all of his voice into it, leaning down so close they are almost nose-to-nose. Major startles. His eyes are wide and teary, and in the sudden silence, Simon can too clearly hear the ragged, muted sobs catching in his throat. “...Hey. Major. That’s better. Bring magic to your hand.”
Simon takes hold of one of those wrists, and hissing out pained breaths from behind clenched teeth, Major obeys. That hand glows white with magic.
The hand is lowered to his stomach, and Major’s face twists up much worse. The only warning before he lets out an awful scream is that his body arches and his chest lurches with a huge sucked in gasp of air.
By the time that it’s over, Simon is already pulling him out of the room. Dragging him out into the hallway, then into his bedroom, and onto the bed that Major hasn’t seen in too long. He moans as he sags into the mattress, oblivious and quaking from fading adrenaline as a blanket is lowered over him. It’s all… so soft. So much softer than the cage. Too-fresh pangs of erased agony tear through his muscles and leave cramps in their wake. Major frowns deeply, curling up around his middle, eyes squeezed shut.
“Try to rest, Cupcake. No session tomorrow. I’ll buy us a pizza. You take a break, then just… come out when you’re hungry.”
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blackrosesandwhump · 11 months ago
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Whump Prompt 129
Write something inspired by this concept:
Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.
Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.
Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.
And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.
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voidwhump · 8 months ago
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Inspired by this
Ingredients: Injury, implied infection, heat stroke, falling off of a horse, near death. ~600 words
Back. 
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
Horses weren’t all that fast when they didn’t feel like they had to be. They were at the mercy of the rhythm of the horse’s walk, using all their strength to stay upright. The sun baked their neck and scalp. Every motion refreshed the pain of their tired muscles. 
Aggravated the throbbing ache behind their eyes.
Stoked the smoldering fire radiating from the hole in their side.
The horse could tell they weren’t all there, stopping occasionally, unconvinced her rider knew where they were going. So, energy they didn’t have went into kicking the horse back into a walk. And the cycle repeated. 
And repeated. 
And repeated. 
As the horse slowed to a stop, again, they took a moment to drag their head up to where they could look forward instead of down. Their body protested as it was pulled out of its forward slump, every muscle supporting the motion threatening to fail. They closed their eyes against it. Breathed. Felt the breeze against their sweat covered face and neck.
When they opened their eyes, they could just barely make out the silhouette of a village ahead, sitting low to the ground against the horizon. They weren’t going to make it, they could tell. But maybe they could make it to somewhere someone would see them. Even if it was only their dead body. So, with every part of their body displaying a ticking clock, ten minutes to failure, five minutes to failure, they continued. 
Three minutes.
Two minutes.
One minute.
They felt the exact moment when their core gave up. Strained muscles abruptly went slack without their authority behind it. It was their uninjured side finally betraying them, overworked from hours of holding double its usual load. That was the side they fell towards, their opposite foot briefly catching on the stirrup, iron on leather, giving them one more instant in the saddle as the horse stopped again, for the last time that day. They had the brief presence of mind to free their other foot from its stirrup as well. 
After that, the fall was over with quickly. They hit the ground shoulder first, the joint audibly crunching as it impacted. The pain immediately blended with all of their other hurts. They lay there, breathing. It was better, being on the ground. A lot of them didn’t hurt so much anymore now that they weren’t trying to do anything. The dust blowing off the dirt road stuck to their exposed skin. Their sweat washed some of it away, dripping to the ground in their peripheral vision. 
The wind blew again.
They lay there, sweating.
The wind blew again.
Eventually, they weren’t sweating anymore. What was left on them dried quickly, and they missed the cooling feeling. The sun was setting now, so at least they wouldn’t be so hot soon. They hoped the horse had found some water. 
They could use some water.
The sun set. It seemed faster than normal. They might not be the most conscious at the moment.
Or they were mistaken. Light flickered across the ground ahead of them, in and out of their field of view. 
In and out. 
Getting closer. 
In and out.
In their eyes. That was annoying. 
Something pushed them on to their back. Their body screamed. They didn’t say much.
They were lifted, which felt almost as bad, but at least they were back in their slightly curled position. Whatever picked them up had a much smoother walk than the horse, too. They faded out again soon enough.
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whumperofworlds · 4 months ago
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Whumptober 2024 Day 1: Search
Now on AO3!
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CWS: injury, missing person, near death, blood, rescue, male whumpee, male caretaker, whumpee x caretaker
Fandom: Final Fantasy: Record Keeper
A/N: Heya everyone!!! I know, it's been a while since I wrote anything. But I decided to do Whumptober!!! Anyway, I won't waste time. Here we go!
I only own Drusus, Keme, Veles, and Taika. Everything else belongs to Square Enix.
ENJOY!!!
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Search party / panic attack / "if only we could hold on."
"Drusus is not going to like this." Veles sighed as he and the team sans Keme retreated from the ninth realm.
And he was right.
When he learned that his husband was missing, Drusus immediately volunteered to search for him. While the Ice Cavern wasn't a hard dungeon, the freezing air, along with the monsters roaming inside, could potentially mean death to the missing thief if he stayed long enough. So Veles, Taika, Tyro, and Aerith tagged along in the search party just in case things get dicey.
Drusus and the others called out for Keme as they searched, their voices echoing deep in the cavern. Monsters had tried to attack them, but they managed to defeat them with ease. For hours, the team searched. And searched.
Yet, Keme was nowhere to be found.
Drusus grew desperate at this point. He began to bark orders to the others, despite Tyro's protests, telling the others to split up and look. Using his authority as a mercenary leader of his group back home, Drusus was able to guide the team well. He knew that Tyro was a Record Keeper, hence he should lead, but so far his plans didn't come to fruition.
"Veles, Taika, left cavern. Tyro, Aerith, right cavern. I got the middle. Come back here in an hour."
Tyro knew not to argue with someone who was desperate, so he went with Aerith to the cavern Drusus ordered him to go to. Veles and Taika did the same, and Drusus rushed into the middle cavern, searching for the love of his life. His eyes darted back and forth, his ears opened as he searched for anything that could point Keme's whereabouts.
"Keme!" Drusus called, cupping his mouth as he did so. His voice echoed, but he didn't hear a response.
Drusus cursed under his breath, as he continued searching. Last time he was seen, according to Tyro, Keme was with the team down this cavern. They were then ambushed by monsters, and Keme ended up getting separated from them. The team was injured, however, and they had no choice but to flee the scene.
"KEME!" Drusus called again, louder this time. No response still.
"Baby! Please tell me you're okay! If you can hear me, scr—"
He stopped when he stepped on something wet. The smell of iron hit his nose, as he froze for a few seconds. His eyes widened, recognizing the smell. He had known that smell for many years; being a mercenary stopping and even killing criminals and monsters had its cons.
He glanced down, and his eyes grew wider when he saw what he was standing in.
A puddle of blood. Ahead of Drusus were bloodied footprints on the ice, near two large icicles that protruded from the ground.
"Dammit," Drusus gritted his teeth, now knowing that it was Keme's blood. Keme was nearby, he just knew it.
He rushed forward, following the footprints that led him between the icicles. There. Crumbled on the icy ground. There was a figure curled up and covered in blood.
Upon seeing the green clothing, Drusus' breathing hitched as his heart nearly stopped. His eyes grew so wide his eyelids disappeared.
"KEME!" He screamed.
He squeezed himself through the icicles, shivering as the ice touched his skin. He then ran towards his beloved, his heart racing. He gathered his husband in his arms, picking him up. The thief's face was pale, and his skin cold to the touch. Large bloody gashes adorned his chest and abdomen, the gashes so deep, Drusus could see a large amount of blood pouring down.
Drusus' face paled, his breathing hitched as he gently shook Keme's unmoving body. Keme didn't stir.
"Keme?" Drusus whispered. "Keme, wake up. It's me, Drusus."
No response.
"Keme. Keme!" Drusus' whispering turned to shouting, as he shook Keme again.
Keme remained silent and still.
Tears began to fall down the monk's cheeks, as he sobbed. He buried his face in Keme's chest, not caring that his beloved's—his beloved's—blood smeared on his face. He cried, his heart breaking into tiny pieces at the realization.
Keme. His husband. The one he swore to protect. Was dead—
"D-Drussy…?"
Drusus stopped his pathetic crying, as he glanced down at Keme. Keme began to stir, whispering Drusus' pet name over and over. Keme's body shook—whether from the blood loss or the cold, Drusus wasn't sure—as he opened his eyes.
Drusus' eyes widened as he let out a gasp. More tears fell, but this time, they were happy tears.
Keme was alive. Keme was alive! Oh thank Cosmos.
"Keme!" Drusus whispered, hugging his beloved tightly, as if he was afraid of losing Keme if he let go. "Oh thank Cosmos, I-I thought you were…"
"I… knew you'd come," Keme whispered, returning the hug. Although, his hug was weak due to his waning strength.
"Of course I would, love," Drusus sniffled. "I-I was so scared when I found you. Please, don't scare me like that again."
"Hey," Keme chuckled, "I'm okay. I was just chilling while waiting for you."
Drusus couldn't help but snort. Despite nearly dying, Keme kept his goofy personality, much to Drusus' relief.
Kissing Keme on the forehead, Drusus then said, "Come on, let's get you fixed up."
Keme merely nodded, his arms around Drusus' neck as Drusus left the cavern to meet the others. Taika and Aerith immediately began to heal Keme, as Veles and Tyro used Fire spells to warm the thief up. Keme couldn't help but smile at the care he was given. He was so lucky to have a husband and good friends like them.
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Story for prompt # 3
“I have no idea what you’re meaning but if that’s what you believe in then I doubt I have a way to change your mind.”
Summary: When Time is reunited with his big brother again, he’s desperate to get the younger male to remember him. As his attempts are shot down one after the other, he’s starting to lose his hope of managing. Yet, when they enter the Captain’s era, he’s trying for one last time…. Only to end up being forced to reveal the only proof he has of being whom he claims. Proof he seriously did NOT want to come out.
CW: Hurt feelings, kidnapping, rough beating, death by arrows, near death by slicing one’s throat, blood, black magic used on blood, arrow to head, drugging
Notion: I’ve done few times by now about Time trying NOT to be recognized by Warriors as the war Hero’s little brother. So, for a change, I decided to do things the other way around.
The story in AO3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62256133
Why didn't that link work again?! >.< *sigh*
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Big brother
The moment he saw the guy in the forest, he knew. “Captain!” The word slipped out of his mouth with such enthusiasm and glee that he even surprised himself with it.
The swordsman jerked as he turned towards the one whom had called him by his rank. He frowned as the one eyed male came towards him with a wide and happy smile on his face that clearly went all the way into that sole eye of his. It was odd and bit freaky to him. He stayed to his place while trying to be prepared for anything.
“Dear Deities…” The well armored guy whispered with a slight shake of his head. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” He half whispered while trying to blink the tears out of his eyes even though the other one stayed shut whole time.
“Excuse me but… How do you know me?” The Captain queried while making sure the distance between them stayed. He had had enough of traitors he had let too close to try and take his life. He had learned from those turns well enough.
“W-wha…?” The guy before the war Hero half stammered with frowning. “Oh, come on. You gotta recognize me.” He nearly pleaded before giving a slight lopsided grin and a shrug. “Sure, it’s been couple of decades for me while it clearly can’t have been than few years for you since the war. And yea, I know I got the markings and lost an eye but still…”
The man with royal blue scarf shook his head while feeling entirely wary of the guy before him. “Still having no idea who the fuck you are.” He growled out while being ready to go for his sword.
The one eyed male jerked in shock before dropping his gaze down. The other one waited while watching the situation unfold before him. Eventually the man sighed heavily and raised his gaze up. “Alright, we can leave our shared past for later but…” He started and slowly raised his left hand up. “We’re the same. Heroes of Hyrule. The Triforce of Courage confirms that.” He told as firmly as he could while showing the golden marking in his hand. “And, well, we share the same name.” He shrugged a bit before nodding towards his side. “Come. There’s seven others of our kind.”
“Our kind?” The Captain queried while frowning. He was aware of the marking of the Triforce of Courage being with the Heroes of Hyrule. He had gained it at the start of the war and he knew of the other Heroes through the legends.
“Yeah. The legendary Heroes of Hyrule.” The one eyed male replied with a mischievous grin. “Great, huh?”
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“WARS!” The nickname slipped out of Time’s mouth before he could stop it as he dashed into the situation. He inwardly flinched as the Captain jerked at that one word. Yet, before he could’ve started to bark the one eyed male down for using a word that didn’t belong to him, he gasped in shock. He hadn’t noticed the Moblin sneaking up on him as he had been busy with the Lizalfos before him.
The Chain’s leader came right between and growled as he blocked the strong strike with his shield. He had brought out the Iron Magic to keep himself to his place so he’d be more ready for the impact. As the beast drew its club back up for another strike, Time quickly changed his weapons into the Biggoron Sword and attacked.
Once the threats were cleared and the oldest Link took a check around in the other battles, he gasped as the war Hero yanked him backwards. “Don’t you dare to call me by that name again.” He snarled with rough glare in his gaze. Time just gulped once and nodded in understanding.
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Warriors held back his growl and rolled his eyes. The Old Man was persistent with the claims of them having known long ago. Sure, by now he understood that the portals were jumping between eras and timelines while going back and forth between future and past. Still, he wasn’t up for giving up on finding his little brother in correct age. “I have no idea what you’re meaning but if that’s what you believe in then I doubt I have a way to change your mind.” He finally told while hoping it would be the end of the current, mostly one sided, conversation between them.
Time flinched a bit while taking the hint. So far all of the memories he knew to have shared with the younger male had been shot down. He had even once asked if Sprite was actually still in the Captain’s era. The rough and pained look the war Hero had shot at him then and there had gotten the one eyed male to simply nod in understanding and leave the topic off for the time being.
Now he had been given slight acknowledgement but no confirmation. It felt even worse as it felt like his memories were entirely questioned. It was like back in his own era where the people thought he was just telling stories or plainly lying to them whenever things that were true to him but never happened to the people of his era came up. Those times killed him little by little and made him wonder if he had just made things up. Dreamt it all and just desperately wanting it to be real and hence believing it as such.
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When the portal brought them into the Captain’s era, Time’s hope rose up again. He could show places and tell stories that only Sprite could know. He barely was able to contain his feelings and actions to command the others off into dealing with the restocking, information gathering and booking a stay at the Inn before he already quite well dragged the war Hero with him.
The one eyed male knew that he had one way to prove his identity to the male that once, so long ago, had been his older brother. Yet, he also knew he would never show that scar as he was certain that the Captain hadn’t let go of his guilt of having not been there back then. He was not going to bring that feeling back up.
Sometimes it was hard not to touch the scar bit below his neck, right between his shoulders. That hit had almost cost him his life had Proxi not been fast enough to fetch the closest healing fairy over. It had happened only few days after the war had been won. The reasons he had given back then for why he didn’t go with his big brother to celebrate the victory… He had never revealed those as things changed.
With Warriors not going along with the Chain’s leader’s memories, the one eyed male slowly started to fall silent. His last option had crashed and he slumped a bit. “You’re pretty much done with my shit by now, aren’t you?” He asked and tried not to flinch at the sharp nod and glare the other one gave him.
“I would prefer it if you would already shut up about a past that is not yours.” The Captain snarled out while turning his almost raged gaze off of the older male. He didn’t take any satisfaction in the older Link’s slump and averting of his gaze.
“I…” Time started before gulping once. “I understand. I… I-I’ll leave you alone now.” He nearly mumbled as he stopped walking. He hesitated for a moment before taking a step backwards. “T-tell the others I’ll join later. Just… N-need a moment…” He whispered until turning around.
The Captain didn’t even glance behind him as he continued to walk forward. He felt slightly bit grateful of having finally gotten the one eyed male off of his case. He didn’t see how the older Link’s hand moved to his neck to trace the scar until pulling the tunic upwards to hide the marking. Unfortunately, someone else did notice the action and began to follow the Chain’s leader.
Time was too deep in his own mind that he failed to notice the danger that slowly gathered behind him. The quiet “It’s him.” went right past his understanding while failing to recognize the voice. He only realized the situation when his instincts screamed at him about someone being way too close for his comfort. At then it was already too late as he felt the stab of an injection and getting something struck inside of him.
The one eyed male turned around swiftly but his gaze was already getting foggy. He staggered backwards while hearing the cruel snickering around him. “Sleep, Sprite.” Was the last thing he heard before he fell unconscious and crumbled into the ground.
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“Captain!”
Warriors inwardly groaned as he heard one of the local Knights calling to him. He really hadn’t been up for dealing with his own era’s problems at the moment. The Chain’s leader had brought out too many painful memories right back up into the surface. He would’ve needed a moment longer alone to gather himself to be capable of being the Hero his own era and his traveling companions considered him as.
“There’s a hostage situation at an alley.” The Knight told after having saluted once the war Hero had turned around to face him.
“I’m sure you and your team are more than capable of dealing with the situation correctly.” Warriors tried to hold back the edge from his voice but it still ended more as annoyed than commanding.
“We could, Sir, but they requested you personally.” The Knight explained.
The Captain sighed heavily before nodding. “Show the way then.” He commanded and began to follow the Knight. He really hated it when he was asked by all kinds of bad guys the kingdom still had lurking in its corners. As long as he was in his own era, there wouldn’t be a day when one bastard asked for him specifically. At least he had gained several interesting months away from dealing with these assholes while he had been traveling with the group of Hyrule’s Heroes around the eras and timelines.
Warriors was prepared to deal with normal situation with some unfortunate person having ended up as a pawn for the bad guys or then a ruse of someone faking as victim only to get close to him. Yet, he stopped dead on his tracks in shock when he saw the Chain’s leader. This he had not waited for.
Time was on his knees with his hands chained together behind his back. He seemed pretty roughed up which meant he hadn’t gone down without a fight. The guy behind him had yanked his head backwards by handful of hair. The other hand of the one eyed male’s captor held a knife right by the oldest Link’s throat.
“Let. Him. Go.” The Captain growled with fully commanding voice. His rough glare was in the guy behind the tallest Link. “I only give you this one warning.” The threatened while hoping his fellow Hero was as resourceful as the kid he kept claiming to have been.
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Time woke up in cold floor with his hands chained behind his back. He tried to stay silent as he slowly opened his eye to figure out the situation. Unfortunately, someone had clearly been waiting for him to awaken. “Finally out of the dreamland, I see.” The words were wicked and it took a moment from the one eyed male to realize he recognized the voice. He snapped his startled gaze into the guy and gulped as his captor saw to have been known.
“Glad you haven’t forgotten the one whom quite nearly managed to take your life.” The man chuckled and shrugged. “Should have caught that fairy too. Then I would have succeeded.” He told while standing up and nodding to someone whom was at the moment outside the Chain’s leader’s sight. Yet, soon enough the people walked into his line of view.
Time flinched slightly when one of the three guys was roughly forced to his knees. The man was gagged and tied while clearly having been beaten very cruelly. “You know how Blood Magic works?” Other one of the two still standing guys asked while admiring the knife in his hold.
The oldest Link decided to stay silent while just glaring at the men around him. He really hated what the whole situation was indicating towards. He knew Yiga could pull out brilliant disguises but, luckily, such wasn’t yet in the hands of these traitors. They needed black magic to create the disguise illusions and one of such way was by the Blood Magic.
The Chain’s leader was forced up from the floor. That action suddenly brought in the very fact that whatever had been injected into him was still working and preventing him from fighting back. He growled as he realized he wouldn’t be given a chance to try and escape as the chains were removed. He unconsciously flinched as his arm was roughly yanked into sight. He gasped as the knife slashed at his wrist.
Time fought against the tremble while watching his blood being poured into a glass. “Can’t let our source of illusion to die.” The guy mused wickedly as he bandaged the cut with a cloth that had been dipped in red potion to heal the wound. After that he began to mutter the needed spell in a language that was unknown to their captives.
Soon enough the blood in the glass began to sparkle with black and purple hues. The guy picked it up and another pulled their other victim’s gag down. After that the cursed drink was forced down the man’s throat. He fought and struggled against the foul thing but enough still went to where the traitors around him and Time wanted it to go.
“Enjoy of the show, Sprite. It’ll start soon enough.” The lead traitor smirked as he moved out of the ring of magic. The enchanter and his comrade pulled the other victim up and dragged him out of the room. “I have my men around the streets. You will see your brother in a moment.” The man mused while calmly pacing around and keeping his gaze in the one eyed male.
Time tried to stay calm and fight the injected stuff out of him. He hated the fact of the enchanter having chained his hands after he had finished with his work. Still, he kept trying to get his body to move as he wished so he could try to get free and out of there.
Suddenly the Chain’s leader yelped in pain as something grabbed his hair and yanked his head backwards. He gasped as he felt the cold blade by his throat. He forced himself to try and stay calm as he slowly opened his eye. Yet, he flinched a bit when he saw Warriors standing there.
It took a moment from the one eyed male to realize how ethereal everything looked around him. It was like he would’ve been in an alley even though he was far from there. And he knew the Captain wasn’t there with him. This sight was given to him through the Blood Magic that had been created through his blood. The other victim was certainly looking like him with the fact of having been beaten unlike him. Yet, it didn’t take away how real everything felt at then and there.
When the war Hero’s words came cold and commanding, Time realized he could talk as much as he heard the people speak in the alleyway. They would hear him as he heard them. Yet, what kept his mouth shut was the fact there was a knife to the other guy’s throat. He wasn’t going to risk the other male’s life just by giving hints about the actual situation.
“I don’t think you are in the position of making claims, Captain.” The bad guy chuckled cruelly while clearly smirking at the situation. “See if you’re fast enough, Captain, to save your so called little brother.” The guy smirked as he took the knife away from his victim’s throat. Yet, instantly afterwards he forced his captive’s head forward while with the other hand, while holding the knife, yanked the shirt down to reveal the scar.
Time gasped at the rough movement. Yet, his eye flashed wide open as he felt the hold on his tunic. He flinched as he heard the war Hero inhale in shock. He forced his gaze up into the Captain. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The Captain has proven my claims wrong. I am not the one you think I am. I got the scar when I fought against my own shadow.” He stated out as he couldn’t stay silent anymore.
The man snorted and shook his head. Without further words, he yanked his captive’s head backwards again and sliced the throat. “NO!”
Time gasped and crashed to the floor. He coughed and gasped for air while knowing it wasn’t him who was dying. The war Hero’s scream was the last thing that made its way into his ears but he knew for certain that the Captain had dashed forward the second the slash had been made. It took a long while before he got his breathing back into order.
“Rough, ain’t it?” The guy in the room smirked while approaching his captive. “Don’t worry. You’ll be alive when the Captain arrives. I want him to see you die for second time. Until then, though…” He mused cruelly before he already landed the first kick into Time’s abdomen. “I’ll be having some fun with you.”
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Warriors screamed in rage as he dashed into the alley. He punched the guy HARD and knocked him out of count by that one strike. “Arrest him!” He commanded while having already knelt down next to the dying man. It took few seconds from him to realize that this wasn’t Time but some other unfortunate fool. Yet, before he had a chance to ask around, there already was a fairy set free and the small being flew right to the man.
The moment the man was out of the danger of dying, the Captain yanked the gag off from the guy’s mouth. “Where were you held?!” He demanded and ended up growling as the guy simply shrugged.
“I… I-I was knocked out…” The guy stammered while still feeling entirely freaked out of having almost died. “I… I-I’m sorry. I can’t help…”
The war Hero cursed beneath his breath while standing up. Couple of the Knights came to his place to free the victim of the situation. Yet, Warriors didn’t let them leave the alley.
“Find my team and bring them here. Especially the one whom has the wolf pelt.” The Captain commanded and several of the Knights saluted before they dashed out of there. Sure, the Chain wasn’t underneath his command but the others didn’t need to know that at the moment. Yet, as he couldn’t do anything else than wait, he fought against the need of pacing around.
It felt like eternity before the Chain came to there with two of the Knights. “Captain, what’s—“ Wild started but he didn’t get further than that before Warriors already talked over him.
“We need Wolfie.” The war Hero commanded as his gaze was locked into Twilight. “Time’s captured and we need to find him before they kill him. Get Wolfie to sniff that guy and track his road down. There should be the captured guy’s scent along too.”
The moment the seven Heroes heard that their leader had been kidnapped, their demeanor changed dramatically. The Rancher simply gave a firm nod. He glanced once at the Knights, the victim of the situation and the captured bad guy. “Here?” He half queried while raising an eyebrow.
“We need your Dark World Form as Veteran calls it.” Warriors simply replied with a firm nod.
“Alright. Sorry for the freak-out then.” Twilight half apologized before taking a deep breath and touching the Shadow Crystal. The people around him gasped in shock and fright when he transformed into the gigantic wolf. He shook his body once before he calmly moved over to the two guys to get their scents. After that he began to sniff around to find the right road. The moment he caught the trail, he barked couple of times before already starting to lead the way.
“Clear things in here. We got a rescue mission at our hands.” Warriors commanded as he and the rest of the Heroes left after Wolfie. They ran as fast as they could to give the canine the chance to move swifter as it tracked the right place down.
Soon enough they found the right place but the Captain stopped his comrades from going inside. “They’re wanting me.” He told and swiftly shushed the others down by sharp move of his hand. “They’re traitors from the war but…” He explained while already planning things out. “Round the place. See if there’s any other ways in. If you can’t find other roads, come after me at then.” He commanded while glancing at the seven Heroes. “Wild, climb up and see if you can find a window or crack or whatever for your archery skills. If you find Time, keep eye on the situation and be ready to shoot his captor if the asshole’s up for killing him. Otherwise wait for my arrival and command. They want me to see his death so I doubt they’ll kill him before I get there.”
“How can you be so sure Time’s still alive?” Legend queried while hating to be the one asking such question.
“Do you feel like he’s dead?” Warriors counted roughly and the Veteran bit grimaced before shaking his head. “Then he’s still alive. Unless you feel otherwise, believe he’s still capable of being saved.” He stated out before turning towards the door again. “Let’s move.” He commanded and went to open the door while the others scattered around to handle their parts of the simple plan.
The house was awfully empty as the war Hero carefully moved forward. He checked the rooms but found no-one from them. Part of him feared for an ambush but more than that he worried for the Chain’s leader. Yet, even though the time didn’t seem to be on his side, he didn’t rush as he partly hoped to have the element of surprise on his side.
Sadly, that wasn’t the case as Warriors finally reached the right room. The door creaked and got him to flinch slightly before he entered the wide square area. Time gasped as the guy yanked him upwards from the floor and drew out a knife which he brought to the one eyed male’s throat. “Gotta admit that you came to here much faster than I expected.” The guy told with a wicked smirk.
“Sprite…” The Captain called while taking in the condition the older Link was in. Both arms dislocated, bloodied face and certainly having broken bones. The Chain’s leader slowly opened his eye and locked his gaze into the younger Hero.
“Not Sprite…” Time almost fought the words out. “You made that clear.” He reminded with a small lopsided smile. “M-maybe I’m just delusional. Dreamt stuff. Too lonely and broken. Just wanting to have a family…” He mumbled while letting his eye close. “It’s all just in my head. Fake and made up.”
The traitor behind the one eyed male snorted and shook his head. “I guess I hit his head few times too many.” He shrugged a bit and smirked as his captive gasped when his head was yanked roughly backwards. “Now… Let’s finish what I started couple of years ago.” He pressed the knife against Time’s skin. His smirk widened at the shudder and slight tremble at the threat he posed to the life that was in his hold.
“At ease…” Warriors tried to calm the situation out while wishing the others could get into there some other way than the road he had taken. “You want to prolong this, right?” He half commented, half queried as he wracked his brain for a way to save the Chain’s leader, his little brother.
The guy snorted before bit chuckling. “Should’ve captured that fairy back then.” He stated out but he shrugged nearly instantly afterwards. “But I’m not that cruel. Trapping a fairy is wrong.”
“And murdering isn’t?” The Captain inquired bit roughly.
“This is no different compared to what you and that brat did in the war.” The man snarled in near rage.
“You… Y-you got the wrong guy…” Time mumbled while gulping once but very much hating the feeling of the knife against his throat. “I’m not that kid. Too old to be that kid. I’m just fucking good at coming up with stuff. Getting in tune with things…”
Warriors grit his teeth and fisted his hands while feeling utterly out of words. He wasn’t certain if the one eyed male was just trying to buy some time or if he really was meaning his words. Either way, it didn’t seem to help the situation even one bit.
The traitor snorted and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re dead all the same.” He mused and raised his wicked gaze into the Captain. “So, how shall I do it this time around? Strike the same place as back then? Slice his throat as was done at the alley? Or should I stab him through his heart?” He queried and his smirk only widened at the shudder and sickened look on the war Hero’s face at the ideas of how his little brother would be murdered right before his eyes. “Or… Would you rather I struck somewhere else?” The guy queried while bringing the knife towards Time’s eye. “How about it? Fully blind. That would be fun, eh?” He smirked while taking full pleasure of his victim’s trembling.
The Chain’s leader shut his eye and gulped once. “D-do what you want. D-doesn’t really matter…” He stammered out in a mumble.
“Sprite… I… I’ll get you out of this…” The war Hero tried to keep his voice calm but he was terrified and it was clearly seen. That only delighted the traitor even more. Suddenly the Captain noticed the absolutely best thing that had so far happened during the day. “NOW!” He screamed out and fully startled both the bad guy and the one eyed male.
“Wha—“ The traitor started but he never got further as Wild’s arrow struck into his head straight and true. Time gave out a startled gasp as the man behind him crumbled and the offending blade was removed from his vicinity.
“Sprite!” Warriors screamed out and dashed forward. Luckily the Chain’s leader hadn’t fallen too as he had been whole time on his knees on the ground as the situation had been on. “Sprite, look at me.” The tactician of the Chain nearly pleaded and relaxed a bit when Time opened his eye to look at him.
Wild quickly jumped down from the window and brought out the Paraglider to land safely. He carefully walked towards the duo while being bit uncertain of whether or not to interrupt the moment. Yet, as he took in the outlook of his leader, he made his choice. He simply nodded to the Captain before crouching down to start working with the chains to free the oldest Link.
Time sighed and closed his eye while with lot of effort faced away from the one he had been trying to get to understand their shared past. “J-just get my shoulders fixed and we can get out of here once the Champion’s done with the chains.” He mumbled out the half there being command.
The war Hero nearly jerked at the bit defeated tone and frowned in concern and confusion. “Sprite? Come on, little brother. You’ve been so adamant about things so far. Why are you backing off now?”
“I’m not Sprite.” The Chain’s leader mumbled. “You’ve made that truth clear to me.”
Warriors’ frown deepened at that claim. “Speaking of truth…” He started and carefully leaned his forehead against Time’s. “I and my little brother made a promise back during the war. We’d speak the truth to each other no matter what. So, tell me… What’s the real story behind that scar of yours?”
The oldest Link slumped with his ears drooping. “You already heard that one.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t believe that story.” The Captain replied bit roughly. “I think you were just trying to protect me by claiming all that shit.” He told before pulling bit off while sighing heavily. “All you’ve so far told… The memories of the situations…” He sighed again and shook his head. “They’re all real. I’ve gone through them with my little brother. All I ever really wanted…” He explained and looked sorrowfully at the Chain’s leader. “…was simple proof. Something to really make certain you’re the one I’ve been searching for. After all, as everyone’s aware, the portals have been throwing us here and there within eras, timelines, past, present and future. There’s bound to be other versions of us. I just wanted to know for sure that you’re the little brother I was dealing the war with.”
It was clear to Warriors that the Hero before him wasn’t going to say a word. “Okay, considering proof… How about I give such first?” He half suggested before already starting to take off his right arm’s gauntlet before already pulling the sleeves of the tunics up. “You remember that little feral beast you were back then?” He half mused while showing small bite mark on his upper arm.
Time frowned a bit and opened his eye in more of curiosity than anything else. “Are those teeth marks?” Wild asked with a voice of confusion and curiosity. The Chain’s leader blushed a bit and slumped again.
“They are.” The Captain answered almost proudly with a lopsided grin. “And the creator of that bite is right in front of you.” He told with mischievous grin. The oldest Link whined and slumped even more if possible. “So, your turn, Sprite.” He simply stated out while lowering the sleeves and beginning to put the gauntlet back on.
Time sighed heavily but he managed to nod. “First of all, I was small back then. Smaller than Four, to be honest. I was ten. And I was scrawny too.” He explained into the unvoiced question Wild certainly was having in his head. “Anyway, about that night…” He continued before already trailing off. Yet, only a moment later he took a deep breath and began to talk.
“I never wanted you to find out. You already carry enough of guilt on your shoulders. Didn’t want to remind you of this. Yet… The reason I didn’t follow you at that night wasn’t because I was tired or not interested. I should’ve been there but… I…” The one eyed male hesitated for a moment. “I wanted to go to see the close by being Great Fairy. I was… I… I-I was hoping She could allow me to stay with you. In your era. I wanted to stay, W— Captain. I wanted to have what I never had. A home. A family. But… A-after the traitors attacked at that night. A-after I almost died… I never had a chance anymore as I stayed close to you. And then…” He painfully and just barely shrugged. “Then I was already snatched away from your era and send back to my own before I even realized what had happened.”
Wild was grateful he had the chains to work with while Warriors just stared at Time with wide eyes. “W-why… W-why didn’t you ever tell me? I could’ve… I would’ve—“ He stammered before the one eyed male talked over him already.
“Because I didn’t want your hopes up!” Time nearly snapped and turned his teary and bit anguished gaze into the Captain. “I didn’t know how things would go. I didn’t want you to break your heart if the Great Fairy wouldn’t be able to make that wish come true. I wanted it to be a surprise if it would’ve been possible. I wanted to give you a gift of dealing with that feral beast I was and be there to raise me. I wanted that so bad and…” He trailed off while closing his eye and letting his head hang as the tears had already began to fall. “I’ll never know if She could’ve allowed such.”
Warriors just simply nodded before already gently kissing his little brother’s forehead. “Well, what matters, Sprite, is that we’re back together now. After all this time…” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, little brother. I’m sorry about the hurt I caused by not believing you. I should’ve…” He trailed off with a heavy sigh.
“Doesn’t matter anymore.” Time half whispered with a slight smile. “We got this quest together now. That’s more than I can ask for.” He told and would’ve shrugged if it would’ve been possible and not hurt so much. “Now, how about you fix my shoulders, please?”
The Captain partly chuckled, partly snorted before nodding. He gently dried his little brother’s tears away with a small fond smile. “You got something Time can bite on? This is going hurt.” He looked at the Champion whom swiftly pulled out his Slate to check it. The war Hero carefully took a hold of needed parts before Wild brought out a thick stick which he broke into smaller part until already giving it to Time to bite into. “You ready?” Warriors inquired and the one eyed male nodded.
Soon enough Time was growling and giving out pained muffled scream as his shoulder was fixed. His older brother swiftly bandaged it to keep the bones to right places. After that, once the Chain’s leader had taken few deep breaths to calm down again, he handled the other shoulder. He really hated the pain he caused to his brother but it was needed for things to heal properly.
Rest of the Chain had quietly moved into the room before the first shoulder had been put back to right place. The master archer had simply nodded to them before returning his notion into the situation with their leader. The six Heroes flinched roughly when Time screamed in pain.
“I’m going to pick you up and move to better place.” Warriors warned while starting to work on the actions. “With getting you to lay down, we’ll be able to check that the bones are correctly.” He explained and Time simply nodded.
When the one eyed male felt his brother jerk a bit, he opened his eye to find the rest of the boys there. Two of them were already laying bedrolls down for softer place to work on. “We checked few roads we found. Led underground but all were empty.” Twilight informed swiftly. “Came here right after that.”
The Captain nodded both his acknowledgement and thanks before taking Time to the bedrolls. “Traveler…” The Chain’s leader called bit weakly. “You’re good with checking things so… I… I don’t know what they injected me with but I still can’t really move…” He explained bit uncertainly.
“Got it.” Hyrule nodded firmly while coming to opposite side than where Warriors was. He closed his eyes and tapped into his leader’s magic before starting to check things through. Time tried to calm down in the soothing feeling of the Fairy Magic but he kept grimacing whenever Warriors needed to pull the bones to right places. Yet, he felt bit grateful of not screaming in pain by the rough actions.
“Found it.” The half-fairy eventually called before bit frowning. “There’s something else too…” He half whispered while following the feeling. “Damn… Blood connection… Just give me a moment and I’ll clear it.” He half growled before sighing. “Yet, once I’ve dealt with this one, I won’t be able to handle any healing for you for few days.”
“What do you mean?” Legend asked while having been ready with a green potion.
“Blood connection is a curse.” Hyrule started sorrowfully. “Magic and one’s blood combined and given to another person. If the one the connection is given bleeds enough, it’s off from usage for that person. As I can feel it having been cleared. Yet, the curse is still in work within the one from whom the blood was taken. In this case meaning Time. I can handle it but undoing a curse, black magic, is different from healing. It takes more and needs different kind of magic using.”
“Is there any other way to undo it?” Sky inquired worriedly.
“There are other ways too but not as efficient as mine.” The Traveler replied bit hesitantly. “And usually those leave traces behind them which means this kind of situation can be brought up easier at later time.”
“Do what you can.” Time tried to command but his voice still came out rather mumbled than normal. “I’m sure a potion will be enough to fix the other damages.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the problem.” Hyrule replied uncertainly. “If we use potion or healing magic now, the blood connection can’t be undone. If we handle the blood connection, the potions and healing magic are useless for few days.”
“Well, it’s simple decision then.” Time shrugged a bit and still slightly grimaced at the bit of pain in his shoulders. “Clear the blood connection. I can handle few days of being bedridden and not move much.” He grinned bit mischievously. “I’m sure you eight are more than eager to fuss over me for the time being.” His grin widened as his boys blushed at that comment.
The occasional healer of the Chain glanced at the Captain for confirmation. Warriors simply nodded firmly in acceptance of what to do. “Alright. This’ll take a while as I need to work it slowly to get it all dealt with. After that I’m quite certain that you can walk again. The blood connection is what’s blocking the knock-out drugs from fully leaving your body which also has brought out the lack of movement.”
“Once the blood connection is gone, is he okay to get some actual movement in?” The war Hero inquired bit worriedly.
“That would be preferred.” Hyrule nodded firmly. “It’ll help to kick out the drugs faster. Yet, obviously, considering the state your legs are in… No moving without aid and definitely not too much.”
“Alright. We’ll make sure of that.” Twilight stated out firmly while being ready to keep Time in the bed by laying over him as Wolfie.
With all this cleared, the half-fairy closed his eyes and concentrated. He searched the blood connection out and began to undo the dark magic of the curse. It took few hours before he finally pulled off with a small exhausted smile. “All’s cleared now…” He whispered before snuggling against Legend and falling asleep.
Warriors carried Time while Legend had Hyrule as the nine Heroes went to the Inn. Sky and Four had managed to book few rooms from there but now they all stayed in the biggest one they had gotten. It was the easiest way in the work of looking after the one eyed male for those few days it took for things to settle down within him.
Yet, for those few days the Chain’s leader didn’t really need to do or say much before his requests were already fulfilled. At first he felt bit annoyed of the constant notion he gained but very soon he actually took full advantage of the situation. Hugs, hot chocolates and sweet foods were mostly on what he asked for and his boys were more than eager and swift to give him those. Each of the eight helped to support him whenever he worked to get his body’s movement back into his control. In fact, he pretty much picked the boys he wanted by him while making sure they all got the chance to aid him in everything so no-one would feel left out or like their aid wouldn’t have been good enough.
When Hyrule checked Time couple of days later and was up for telling that things were ready for a potion or healing magic, the one eyed male shushed him nearly immediately. “I’m sure few more days off from healing would be better, don’t you think? For being on the safe side, you know.” He told while giving a mix of pleading and half commanding look. The Traveler was bit surprised before nodding and agreeing into the plan.
The Chain’s leader very much enjoyed of those few extra days of being fussed over by his boys. Yet, more than that he loved to get the love, caring and hugs from the eight around him. He knew his body was already healing on its own and the potions and healing magic he’d get at later time would heal more but, more than any of those, the several days of being fussed over by the Chain healed him far more and stronger than any time, potion or healing magic ever could. And, most of all, what really eased his heart was the fact that he had his big brother back.
The Chain watched with smiles on their faces as Time snuggled closer to Warriors while pulling the soft scarf bit better around him. He sighed contently while smiling fondly as he was drifting off into dreamland. Safe and warm in his big brother’s arms was something he had been missing for couple of decades. Now he finally felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
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“I don’t like you, but I’m not gonna let you die here.”
“Why? You think you’re some hero for saving me?”
“No, if you’re gonna die, it’ll be because I killed you myself. Not some leg infection.”
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steviewashere · 10 months ago
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hello!! steddie and 38 for the kiss prompt?? 💕
Hey, hey! <3 As a heads up, you might hate me for this. Everybody might hate me for this, lol. But here we go <3
Number 38: "Because they're running out of time."
CW: Eddie Munson Nearly Dies Here Tags: Season 4, Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends Steddie, Friends to Strangers to Friends?, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confession, Near Death
🕰️—————🕰️ When they structured the plan to go back into the Upside Down, Nancy had suggested that Eddie and Dustin team up for the demobats. Now, Steve loves Nancy—not in that way—but he thought that that was one of the dumbest things he’d ever heard come from her mouth. And she’s incredibly intelligent, like mad scientist level intelligent, surpassing everybody on this earth kind of intelligent.
“Dustin should go with Lucas and Max,” he argued, “and I’ll stay with Eddie.”
The room had fallen silent. Until, Robin piped up, “But we’re going to need your pitching arm, Steve. That—We need somebody to throw the molotov cocktails.”
He scoffed. “No, you don’t. Robs, you used to play softball before getting on the soccer team. You two will be perfectly fine without me. And, besides, if things go haywire—Abort. Walkie on your channel, and we’ll fucking take our losses and replan all this bullshit.”
While the room had erupted into an intense argumentative cadence, Steve held his ground. Looked to Eddie. To his panicked eyes that had not once calmed since they met—again.
Steve knew what he was getting into when they found Eddie. They hadn’t been friendly and sweet on each other since middle school. Since being little kids, but that didn’t mean Steve wouldn’t at least try again. That he wouldn’t put up a fight and demand to be put in Eddie’s corner. So he held onto this, held out on this change in plans, because Eddie looked back on the sofa. He looked to Steve with something like…longing. Like he wanted to reach out and take Steve’s hand. And if the room hadn’t been full of people that just wouldn’t understand, Steve would’ve taken the plunge. He would’ve indulged.
He should’ve indulged, now that he’s kneeled on the ground in a pile of limp demobat bodies. Eddie is in his arms, blood soaked and babbling. And Steve wishes they could start again.
“Keep looking at me, Eds,” he pleads, “look at me and…and tell me one of your stories. You’re good at that. Can you do that?”
For a moment, Eddie’s breath catches. And in those grave seconds, Steve thinks it's over. He brings his hand, which was laying over Eddie’s waist, and places it on his chest. On Eddie’s slow beating heart and his rattling lungs. And he presses. As if, by his touch alone, Eddie would continue to live.
Steve wants him to live. Wants to get him out of here. Get him to safety and hold him and clean his hair and go swimming in Lover’s Lake like they did as kids over the summer. Take Eddie by the hand and go hiking through the woods, turn over every rotting branch to look at worms, and be gifted with rocks Eddie deems cool enough. Ride their bikes until their legs ache and their stomachs are sick and they’re craving lemonade and cookies. Wants to love on him forever because he was a fool; gave it all up for…what…popularity?
Eddie gasps wetly. Coughs up blood from the back of his throat, it drips sluggishly down his chin. Instinctively, Steve cradles his jaw and wipes it all away. Until it’s tacky and red on his own skin. Then, Eddie’s eyes sweep over to him. He blinks. Cries silently. And states, quiet enough for only mice to hear, “’86 is going to be my year, Stevie.”
“Yeah?” Steve prods, breathless and on the verge of crying himself. He thumbs at Eddie’s tears. “Tell me, Eds. Tell me how it’s gonna be your year.”
Another rattling, wet breath. “Graduate,” Eddie mutters, “and…and play with the band. I was—G’nna go to y’r house. Give…Give you a sunflower. You…My S’v’ie likes flowers.” He stares up at Steve, but Steve doesn’t feel very looked at. Like maybe Eddie’s seeing something beyond him, above him. He bites his lip and cradles Eddie’s jaw again.
“I do,” Steve whispers, “I loved when you gave me flowers, Eds.”
He sniffs and tries not to think about the dried petals of flowers he kept over the years. Ones that he stashed away in old books given to him by Wayne. That reside in his dresser drawers and in a cardboard box in his closet. Tries not to think about taking Eddie home with him, after all this is over, and showing him all the things he kept.
How, in moments where Steve felt lost, he pulled out the rocks and books and other trinkets, and wondered. Where Eddie was. What he was doing. Why he forced himself away from the only friend, sans Robin, that felt real.
“S’eve?” Eddie weakly calls.
He only hums, pressing his thumb deep into the going cold skin of Eddie’s right cheek.
Eddie reaches a clumsy hand up to Steve’s face, but doesn’t quite reach. So Steve ducks closer. Lets Eddie pull him in towards his face. Wipe away his own tears. Caress the few moles by his ear.
“I love you,” Eddie breathes. Inhales with a gurgle and Steve sobs in turn. “Love you, S’eve. Wanted…Been wantin’ you for forever.”
“Eds…”
In one fell swoop, Eddie pulls Steve in all the way. Noses along Steve’s. Then, with the strength of a newborn deer, he presses his lips to Steve’s. They’re slick with blood and drying tears. Chapped, split at the corners. He moves slowly while Steve tries not to devour. Eddie’s hand drapes over the back of Steve’s neck, neither grasping nor safe anymore. But he kisses. Like…
Like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it.
Maybe it is, Steve realizes in those few seconds. Because Eddie’s breath grows shallower, raspier between them. He gurgles blood into Steve’s mouth. And that’s tasted on Steve’s tongue, metallic and sweet and harmful. Maybe it doesn’t need to be.
Steve forces them apart. Lets Eddie try and drag him back, but doesn’t go back to that kiss. “Save…Save it, Eds,” Steve begs, “Save it for when we’re home and—I can show you how much I love you, too, okay? Can you—“
“Can’t,” Eddie slurs, “I…S’v’ie.”
He presses another soft kiss, this time to Steve’s thumb, where it’s still close to the split corner of his mouth. But he doesn’t look back.
“S’v’ie, love you.”
“I love you, too, Eds,” Steve murmurs meekly. “I’ll take you home, okay? I can—“ He takes a sharp gasp, sobbing through an exhale. “—Kiss me tonight. You stay with me and kiss me,” his voice wavers, “kiss me like we were never apart.”
“‘M’kay.”
“Okay, Eds,” Steve sighs, crying softly, “okay.”
Though it pulls on all his injuries, Steve hefts them up off the ground. Grimaces at Eddie’s pained yelp. And moves one foot after the other. They can’t be running out of time, Steve tries to digest.
Because he just got his boy back. They can’t be. I can’t be, Steve believes, hefting Eddie’s nearly limp body through the portal. I won’t.
🕰️—————🕰️ Kiss Ask Game <3
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jasmines-library · 1 year ago
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Can you do a Winchester brothers (mostly Dean) x sister reader where she is captured but they tie her to an anchor and drown her and the boys have to save her and bring her back to life
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WHUMPTOBER DAY 24: Prompt: “I thought they were with you?”
Fandom: Supernatural.
Summary: the request pretty much says it all. When you and your brothers split up during an unusual hunt, you get caught and become part of a witch’s ritual, which ends with your life slipping away and your brothers struggling to reach you as you are dragged away.
Warnings: Drowning, blood, capturing, character death.
Word count: 2.3k
Note: thank you so much for requesting anon! This was really fun to write. I hope you don’t mind that I included it in my whumptober series, I thought it fit interestingly with todays prompt!
MAST ERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS
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You and your brothers weren’t sure what you were hunting. There was no pattern- nothing set in stone to follow and every time you thought you had latched onto something in the lore, it would change unpredictably to something that contradicted what you’d just believed. At first, you thought it was a vampire. It had appeared out of nowhere, slinking in from the darkness. But then people started to go missing and the bodies were being discovered in strange ways: with nasty scratches, dark bruises or completely torn to shreds. Then, Sam led you on to believe it a spirit, looking to extract some sort of revenge. But you weren’t sure. Nothing was linear and it was making your head spin just thinking about it.
The town you were hunting in was quaint residence in the centre of Minnesota. It was surrounded by woodland and was fairly isolated from the rest of the world around it, making it the perfect stomping ground. It honestly surprised you that this place hadn’t cropped up before.
Your feet had begun to ache as you trudged slowly through the pine needles behind your brothers. You had a backpack slung over your shoulder which rattled as you hauled it higher up on your back. You had been walking for ages, training behind your older brothers who, given the fact they were much taller than you had managed to move at a much faster pace, having to take less steps due to their long strides. Sam had insisted that you stake out the woods in chance of finding something hidden nearby, but the area was vast and the three of you were yet to find anything in the hours of walking behind you. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon too, making it increasingly hard to gage your surroundings and keep your bearings.
“We should split up.” Sam said suddenly as you came to a fork in the path. It broke the silence that had gradually settled over you once you had run out of things to talk about.
Dean furrowed his brow. “What? Are you stupid, Sam?”
The tallest Winchester sighed deeply and slowed his pace to a stop. “We’re not going to find anything if we all huddle together. It’s getting dark and our best shot at finding something is if we split up.”
“That’s exactly my point, Sam. It’s getting dark and we don’t know what’s out there. Besides, there’s no way y/n is going out there on her own-“
“Y/n is old enough to go back to the motel alone-“
You scoffed, cutting him off with a stern look. “Do I get a say in this?”
“Y/n-“
“Dean.”
“You know we don’t like it when you go off alone-“
“I’m not a child, Dean. I can take care of myself.”
Your eldest brother let out a relenting sigh after shared an unspoken glance with Sam. The two of them had a habit of doing that. “Fine. But if you’re not back here within the hour then you’re in deep shit.”
You grinned, turning to head down the middle path.
“And y/n-“ Dean called out to you. You glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Keep your phone on.”
You nodded and made your way down the trail. Dean didn’t move for a while. Something nagged at him, so he stood as you wandered off into the trees, watching you with careful eyes. Little did he know that he wasn’t the only one watching you.
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You had been walking for sometime. Too long. The woods had thickened and the darkness made it impossibly hard to tell the path ahead from the path you’d just taken. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were lost. And to make matters worse you hadn’t even found anything useful. You had considered messaging Dean for help; but that would involve admitting that you were wrong and you knew that if you did that you wouldn’t hear the end of it. You were reluctant, but when you reached into your pocket to pull out the device, you found that it was missing. You then considered turning back, you knew something was wrong and it was nearing an hour since you had left and were due to rendezvous with your brothers, so you would be able to reach them without worrying them…but that was when it caught your eye.
Dangling limply from a brunch, a piece of blood-splattered cloth hung. It was fresh, still dripping blood onto the muddy ground below it. It looked as though it had snagged on a branch. You reached out to collect it in between your fingers, turning it over slowly as your examined it. When you went to pocket it, there was a loud snap of a branch to your left.
Almost mechanically you had dropped the cloth and replaced it with the cool hilt of your pistol. You were on high alert, searching for the source of the sound. Then came other to your right. And then behind you.
You were surrounded.
You didn’t know where to direct your attention, whipping around to find your best course of action. But whoever or whatever was tailing you was smart and clearly outnumbered you.
Someone tackled you from the side, forcing you to the ground with a sickening thud. You screamed, startled. Delivering an upwards kick, you tried to throw the woman off of you, but her grip was firm as she rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head and straddling your waist. There was another pair of hands working a rope around your feet and other around your hands. You tried to squirm, kick and scream, but a harsh slap left you disorientated as a gag was forced around your mouth.
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Sam came to a halt at the rendezvous point. He was a few minutes late and was met with an antsy looking Dean, who was pacing and constantly glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen. Sam could see the gun he had loosely planted in his jean pocket.
Dean turned at the sound of footsteps approaching, but he was in no way revived. In fact the sight made his chest constrict. Sam was alone.
“Where is she?” Dean demanded, crossing the space between him and his younger brother in two large strides.
Sam furrowed his brow. “I thought she was with you?”
“No.” Dean fumbled in his pocket to bring up your contact number. “She texted me. She said she had found you and that she was gonna…”
Dean trailed off when Sam flashed up his screen to reveal an identical message. They had been played.
“Son of a bitch.”
“You think she did this?” Sam asked. It wasn’t something entirely out of character for you. You would often trick your brothers into getting what you wanted, or simply just for some peace and quiet.
“I-“
All ideas were cut short at the sound of a shrill scream, that caused both brother’s hearts to falter. Your scream. They would recognise your voice in a crowd of a thousand. Neither of them wasted any time as they darted towards the sound.
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You had managed to make out three of them as they began to drag you through the woods over bumps. The pine needles gathered in your hair and clung to your clothes to poke at your skin. You knew that your brothers would realise quickly that something was wrong. It was hardwired into them. But one of them was doing something with your phone which you could only assume she had managed to snatch from your pocket somewhere along your trek.
You could only watch as they dragged you into a clearing. You were grateful when the upturned roots morphed into grass. The lake glistened under the moonlight and the start sky. It was the type of serene scene that you and your brothers would pull up at and sit on the roof of the Impala just to revel in the quiet. The thought only made the situation seem even sicker. When the women hauled you onto a dock, you sensed two more people lingering nearby. One of them held a weighted book and the other a set of chains fastened to what looked like some sort of anchor.
Your eyes flew open when the realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. They were witches. And you were part of their spell. You tried to dig the heels of your boots into the wooden slats and scrabble away, but one of them landed a kick to your stomach and dragged you closer again, hauling you up onto your feet and holding you tightly in their grasp.
One raised your hand, biting into it with a silver dagger and then squeezing it into a chalice. You’re screamed and bit into the gag. Then they began to chant. Old, foreign words that rang throughout your ears. But nothing stayed. Your mind was too hazy as your blood dribbled out of the wound. After the final word had been spoken, one of the male witches snatched you away and pushed you towards the edge of the dock. The water was dark and endless below you and you tried to teeter away from the edge but you were in a vulnerable position and with one wicked smirk and another chorus of chanting, you were sent tumbling over the edge and into the water. But not before you hear the faintest whisper of your name carried across in the wind.
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There’s something irresistably poetic about drowning. You weren’t sure if it was the way that time slows to nothing the moment your body it’s the icy water, or the way that it was so quiet under the surface, but there was something about it.
Well, that was until you watched the bubbles escape from your mouth and your nose, rising up to the surface and the dissipating. You tried to kick the binds way, flailing to gain some traction on the water and pull yourself up the the surface so that you could take a desperate gasp of air, but the binds rendered you powerless as the anchor dragged you down down down into inky nothingness. Your lungs burned as you struggled to retain what precious air you had left in your lungs, jerking and twisting to try and get free, but the struggling left you tired and soon the last of the air rose from your mouth. The water assaulted your eyes too, blurring your vision even through there wasn’t much to see besides the white light of the moon above.
Somewhere above your there was a loud splash as Dean delved deep into the water, scrambling after you. He had watched in horror as your body pummelled off the side. He didn’t think he could urge is legs to go any faster as he ran next to Sam who helped him make quick work of taking down the witches. Once the odds had been evened Dean took the plunge after you.
His body nearly went into shock against the stabbing of the cold, but he paid no mind to it as he watched your body sink at an alarming rate. Your hair drifted around you like a halo as he urged his body forwards to catch up with you.
Somehow he managed to wrap a calloused hand around yours. He pulled you to his chest, palling at your stillness, and fumbled to release you from the anchor. Once the heavy weight was gone, he gave one hard kick after pushing your body so that it could drift to the surface, following closely behind and ignoring the burn in his chest.
When his head broke the surface the took a huge, spluttering gulp of air, sucking it in greedily. But you didn’t move. You didn’t squirm to keep yourself afloat, your chest rise and fall, you didn’t even blink.
Dean was then paddling his way over you you, lifting your body so that Sam, who was clinging to the edge of the dock with an outstretched hand could pull you into land.
“Come on!” He urged, gripping you under the armpits and pulling you back onto try land. Dean was inches behind, silently praying that you would be okay. But your heart had stopped.
“No. No no no.” Dean cried at your stillness. “Come on y/n. You don’t get to do this to us.”
He hovered over you, locking his hands in place to begin CPR.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He pleaded, breathing into your mouth. He could feel the resistance in your lungs. His chest tightened further.
“Dean-“ Sam’s voice wavered as he laid a hand on his shoulders.
“No. Shut up Sammy.” He shook his head and blinked away the tears and he pressed harder against your chest, winching at the sound of them splintering beneath the force of his compressions. “She’s fine. She’s fine.”
“Dean…”
You sat up abruptly, heaving a wet cough as you keeled over expelled the water from your lungs. Dean patted your back to help. Everything hurt, your head, your joints, your lungs.
“That’s it, kid. Let it all out.”
“They… they-“ you tried to speak, but your voice was horse and scared so it came out more like a whimper. You took in deep breaths.
Dean cradled you to his chest, rocking you back and fourth in his arms as you sobbed, shivering from the cold and the shock.
“You’re okay, kid.” Sam tried to reassure you.
“We’re here y/n. We will always protect you, no matter what. And as long as you are here, we will always keep you safe. I promise.”
<- DAY 23 ⛤ DAY 25 ->
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