#nowhere else to go

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@whumptober | Day #17: "Nowhere Else to Go" Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

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i want an older man to comfort and hold me like a child :(

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Runaway

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WHUMPTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN :Prompt: nowhere else to go

Summary: after a fight with your mother, badly injured you and your brother Sirius are forced to flee your home and go to the only place you can think of. The Potters. (im sorry)

Warnings: abuse, torture? injuries - this one is quite heavy so please be advised.

Word count: 1.5k

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The rain had soaked through nearly the entirety of Sirius’s clothes. It was late at night and the rain was torrential. It slammed on the ground creating pools on the ground that soaked your socks as well as making your clothes stick to you. Sirius sheltered you with his jacket, holding it over you and he wrapped an arm around your waist. He was supporting the majority of your weight. You could hardly keep one foot in front of the other as your weak body stumbled along the road.

 Sirius was worried about you. That was for certain. He was hurting too, but you had taken the brunt of it. He had tried to get you out of there quickly, but things had escalated quickly and he was powerless to do anything. 

You mother was angry. There was nothing new there. But this time she went too far. You and your older brother were accustomed to the harsh spells from your mothers wand. Often accompanied by her harsh words. The pair of you had countless scars scaling your bodies from the years of her abuse. It was sad, but the two of you hadn’t know anything else. You and Sirius were closer than anything. You thought it likely had something to do with how your parents treated you. The pair of you found solace in each other. A quiet place amongst the anger and hatred. 

Your mother had been unforgivable. The curses flying from her wand left you cowering on the floor, weak, broken and bleeding. Sirius had heard your screams echoing throughout the house. Anguished, they ricocheted off of the wall. At first he tried to ignore them. Getting involved would have made it worse for both you and him. So he sat there with his hands over his ears, curled up against his door with his head tucked between his knees. But when your screams continued he couldn’t bear it any longer and soon he was bursting through the door. 

The interruption had landed him with a hit of the lacero curse to the back of his calf which left him with an unpleasant limp. But what he was more focused on was you. Your body was sprawled out awkwardly on the floor, your muscles twitching and spasming. There was a trail of blood dripping from your nose and staining your clothes. It was sickening. 

The whole house was then filled with screaming and yelling. The whole thing passed in a blur, barely audible though the ringing in your ears. But soon enough, Sirius was hoisting you to your feet. And then there was the familiar feeling of apparition as Sirius whisked you away from the property. 

And so there you were, stumbling down the road towards the only place Sirius could think of to bring you: James Potter had been your best friend for years. It was no secret that he had always been there for the two of you. He knew about your home situation, as did his parents, and they had offered you an open door. A safe space. And though he swore he wouldn’t, Sirius was now taking them up on that offer. 

After a short struggle down the road to their house, Sirius rapped on the door. It was late at night and the urgent knock travelled loudly throughout the house. 

He held you close as the pair of you waited. Time seemed to drag on impossibly, but Sirius whispered reassuring words to you. “You're gonna be okay….just hold on” 

He knocked again. This time more desperate as you leaned heavily against him. A second later the light flicked on before the door cracked open, and the kind face of Euphemia Potter peered around the door. Her wand was clutched tightly in her hand and you could see Fleamont lingering in the hallway behind her. She was on the defence; who wouldn’t be during the middle of a war, but as soon as she recognised the haunted eyes of Sirius black, her face contorted with worry. The door was then flung open and the two of you were ushered inside. 

Sirius was reluctant to let you go when Effie tried to take you from his arms. Some part of him feared that if he let you go you were going to disappear. Nevertheless, he let you go and she helped move you to the couch, soothing you as you let out a noise of discomfort. 

“Shh….” She soothed, her mothering side protective over you. “We’ve got you….youre alright.” She fussed over you. “Monty, fetch the medkit.” 

Sirius watched as they rushed around you, ignoring his own pain to make sure you were tended to. “I- I’m sorry- I….i don’t know where else to go.” 

“It’s alright dear….everything is okay.” 

Sirius wasn’t sure how to react. He wasn’t used to this sort of kindness. 

Fleamont returned not long later with the medkit. There had been a lot of loud clanging as he tried to find it. As soon as it was open, Effie was trying to get you to drink down a healing potion, but your body was in shock and half of it dribbled down your chin before you could get yourself to swallow. 

There was a patter of bare feet on the hardwood floors. And then James appeared at the door of the stairs. He had been woken by the raucous and had decided to investigate. What he wasn’t prepared to see was his best friends broken and bleeding in his home. 

“What’s going on?!” James asked, alarmed. 

“James—“ Sirius started as his best friend approached him. 

“What happened?” He asked, trying to get to you before being stopped by his father. 

“James, Dear. Why don’t you go back to bed? Everything will be fine here.” 

“No- what- what happened.” James asked. Though he was sure he already knew. He just didn’t want to say it outloud because that meant accepting the truth. After accepting that he couldn’t go to you he turned to Sirius, trying to check for injuries. “….what happened…?” James asked sadly. And Sirius just gave him this look. One where his eyes were sad and yet so full of fear at the same time. And it said it all. “…oh…” 

The moment was broken by your cry of pain, and all eyes snapped to you. Effie was currently mending your wounds with a healing spell. She was trying her hardest not to hurt you more, but it was near impossible with the extent of your injuries. It was clear that you were scared from the wide eyed look you bore, and you were disorientated from the whirlwind of events. Your vision was doubled and you could hardly hear anything. But she had done her best. You had stopped bleeding and the blood had been cleaned from your body. The only thing that was left was the twitching caused by the clear use of the cruciatus curse. The thought of it alone made Effie feel sick. 

Soon, once the majority of your wounds had been tended to, and you had succumbed to the drowsiness of the healing potions, the family had helped situate you in James’ bed. He had decided to give up his own in order to keep an eye on you; much to his parents’ initial protests. In the end they had decided it was best for everyone. Sirius, who eventually had his wound healed, took camp on an air-bed on the floor of James’ bedroom with his best friend, insisting on staying near your side just in case anything happened. And you slept. Far from peacefully, but your chest rose and fell steadily as your body worked to heal itself. 

James, who was supposed to be sleeping beside his friend but couldn’t, had taken position next to you. His hands were folded awkwardly beside him as he was too afraid to touch you in fear that he would cause you more pain. But when you awoke with a start, he placed a gentle hand on your arm; a soothing touch to help ground you. 

“Hey….hey. You’re okay.” He said softly. 

Your panicked gaze settled on him. Quiet for a moment as your mind raced to fill in the timeline. You could see Sirius sleeping on the floor nearby and your worried was settled.

“Don’t worry. He’s alright.” James spoke “it’s you were worried about, sweetheart.” 

“…..I…” you opened your mouth to speak but your throat was hoarse and dry making it hard to, but James stopped you.

“Don’t talk. It’s alright.” He smoothed a hair away from your face. “You’re safe here now, okay? My mother tended to your wounds. She said you should be okay in a day or two.” He took a breath. “Merlin….im so sorry…..I’m so so sorry…..” 

you gave him a sad look. It wasn’t his fault at all. 

“But don’t worry about it, okay? We’re going to sort this out. But you and Siri are always welcome here. We’re your family and it is never too much for us to keep our doors open for you and Sirius. Never.”

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Whumptober 17: Nowhere else to go

A RZ!Michael Myers x fem sleeping!reader Tw: stocker maybe?, gore mentioned, blood mentioned, he might be obsessed with reader if you squint

Nowhere else to go

Michael knew who you were because he’s not only seen you around the neighborhood, but he’s seen you without you spotting him. He wasn’t stocking you, for say, but he wasn’t planning to kill you, either. You were just part of his daily check list for some reason, and he had to see you at the same time every day. If he doesn’t, there’s a new body, a new murder story for the morning news the next day. Michael saw more as a little wondering soul than a person. If anything, he saw you more as a thing to watch for than go after. You’re just as harmless as a bunny.

Which led him to sneaking into your house while the cops were searching for him, trying to stop the freak with the knife, the Boggy Man as some call him. He knew where your spare key was hidden, he knew which door to use, and he knew which path to take to get to your room. His footsteps went unheard as he inched closer to your sleeping form and tangled sheets. As far as he knew, he didn’t know what he was going to do to you. He stood at the edge of your bed, watching you as you slept, thinking to himself all the terrible, bloody things he could do to your body. He could rip you apart limp from limp, break every bone in alphabetical order, kill you swiftly, silently, or he could wrap his hands around that delegate throat of yours and just squeeze. Michael thought over and over on what he wanted to do, but each one made his stomach churn and turn away from you every time he thought of your body in a mangled mess.

No matter how hard he pushed himself, how hard he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to harm you.

Must be from that cheek list he made.

His grip on the knife loosens and hits the wooden floor, causing you to stir but go back to sleep. His heavy blue and green eyes looked over your skin, perfect as a picture in the moonlight, and marveled at your peaceful from. What were you dreaming about? What beautiful dream were you living in that head of yours? Let him be part of it just for a moment. Spare a thought, a vision of him, then set him free from the cobwebs and chains that held him back for so long. If he couldn’t be part of it, not part of the little thoughts and threads, then stay at peace and still, for he doesn’t want the darkness that follows to engulfed your running water thoughts and gentle breathing.

Michael wished he didn’t have to be here, but the police were closing in like a pack of hunting dogs to a fox. He had nowhere else to go, but he felt thankful in a way. He’s looking over a sleeping angel with the moon tangled in their hair, making a halo of hope and bliss. Apart from breaking into your home in the dead of night with dry blood on his boots, he felt blessed to be gifted with this vision of you.

Gently, he lifts his mask, taking it off, and placing it quietly on your dresser. He two to steps, just striding without effort, and stood over you. He basked in the moonlight view of you, wishing he could take a photo and have it in his pocket. Michael pulls his hair back until it was resting on his shoulder and knelt on the floor in front of your sleeping face. The monster felt human for once. The shadow over this town faded until there was a man just looking back in a reflective surface. Slowly, he inched closer to you, daring his courage and thoughts, until he felt your breath, cool and smooth, on his lip. Michael shuddered at the thought of your lips on his, marveling at the thought of you waking up and embracing him as a man, not as a monster, as a killer, and as a lunitic that escaped. Thoughts of being normal carved into his bones until he felt them turn into dust, and he felt more and more at home as he looked at you.

You’re on his list, his check list.

He had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home, yet he found it here with you sleeping in an oversized shirt and gym shorts. He found it sleeping soundlessly under tangled blankets and a small mountain of stuffed animals. The peacefulness that flows from your heartbeat and blood flow...he wanted to be a part of your more until thoughts of him being in you, physical and mentally. He wanted to be a part of your story and live a thousand tales with you. He was just there, right there! So close to your sleeping arms and blissful lips that he began to hunger for—

Not like this. No... he can’t do this like this.

Michael withdrew from your side and stood up, blocking the moonlight from making your skin glow. He licked his lips as his eyes marveled and memorized each curve and mark on your body. He turns, picks up his knife, and takes his mask. He gives you one last glance, one last moment for his eyes to gaze over you like this and leaves your room for the living room. He sits down on the rocking chair and leaned back into the cushion until he felt his eyes drift off. Sleep called for him, for the man who never slept before a day in his life. As his eyes closed, his last thoughts were spared for you and your moonlight haloed hair.

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Whumptober day 17 - Nowhere Else To Go

the little lab subject tried to make a run for it uwu

[starker-sorbet]

Bleeding heavily and panicking at being betrayed by people he thought he could trust Peter didn't know where to go. He thought the Avengers were his friends and yet they easily handed him over to SHIELD to become a lab rat for their experimentations. It was only because they underestimated his strength that he got away, but not unscathed. As he swings through the city streets he finally sees somewhere that might be safe. Stark tower. The home of Tony Stark otherwise known as the villain Superior Iron man. Everyone knew who he was but he had enough power and money to stay free. Peter had fought the older man on occasion and despite being on opposite sides found him charming and potentially likeable. And if how Stark flirts with him is any indication maybe he might like Peter too.

He just hopes that Stark's flirtatious offer of joining him was serious. Because Peter had nowhere else to go.

Nowhere else to go for @starkerfestivals Whumptober

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[whumpninja]

Anyone remember my moments of peeking round the door into pet whump and yelling a prompt and then scampering away like a horrible gremlin? And how I kept saying that was the extent of my interactions with that genre? Yeah. Me too. I lied. I really wanted to push myself out there with Whumptober, so I promised myself that I would try it. I didn’t go very far in- I used historical instead of full-on BBU, and I toned it way down for this just so my brain didn’t entirely freak out- but my toesies are officially wet!

@painonthebrain here it is!!

Prompts used: Whumptober, nowhere else to go

Featuring: pet whump (have I EVER used that tag before?!), historical whump, alternate history, mentions of abuse, pipe smoking

Whumptober Day 17: A Quiet Evening at No. 14 Fettle Street

The best time of day is that peaceful, gray evening-time when the sun has gone down but it is not quite dark. The time when families are beginning their suppers, when ladies are brushing their hair a careful one hundred times, when the door opens and whoever has been out that day comes home.

It was just that time of night, on a relaxed sort of Saturday, at the red brick flat on Fettle Street whose outer wall bore a plaque that read No. 14. Inside, the fire crackled pleasantly in the hearth, and the parlor of had an air of quiet evening calm to it. The master of the house had draped his lanky frame over a plush red armchair, an empty teacup on the table by his side and his face obscured by the day's newspaper. Mrs. Merry the housekeeper bustled about, fluffing pillows and rearranging knickknacks and poking at the coals. Presently she broke the companionable silence. "Your slippers are all warm now, whenever you're thinking of retiring. Will that be all for the night, Mr. Thorn?"

"Oh, yes, I think that'll do for me, Mrs. Merry," replied the aristocrat from behind his newspaper.

The housekeeper bobbed a curtsy and turned towards the kitchen door.

"Oh, Mrs. Merry," said Mr. Thorn. "Just one more thing."

"Of course, sir."

Mr. Thorn set his paper down. One of his eyebrows was arched toward his hairline. "You might tell me why there's an unfamiliar young man asleep on my settee."

Mrs. Merry bit her lip. "So you...noticed."

"He's across from me, Mrs. Merry. If I'd missed him I would be in need of an emergency appointment with the optometrist. Now, do you want to explain who he is and why he's here?"

Mrs. Merry came to the fireplace again, stirring up the embers even though they didn't really need to be stirred. "You've seen him before, sir, though maybe you didn't notice. That traveling tailor fella you had a meeting with a few months ago?"

"Didn't much care for his boasting," remarked Mr. Thorn. "He did have a boy with him, didn't he?"

"His pet, sir."

Mr. Thorn scoffed. "Whoever came up with that particular system of dealing with criminals ought to be institutionalized. But anyway, what's the boy doing here?"

Mrs. Merry had a fine temper when she got it stirred up, and it was good and hot now. "I knew that tailor was a bad 'un," she huffed, mostly to the fireplace. "That poor lad showed up on the kitchen doorstep this afternoon, thrashed within an inch of his life and too frightened to look me in the eyes. Near as I could get out, that tailor beat seven bells out of him and then left him behind on the road when he couldn't keep up." Mrs. Merry snorted. "I'd like a chance to introduce the brute to the handle of my broom, see how he likes it-"

"Mrs. Merry, of course that's all very unfortunate, but what on earth is he doing in my house?" Mr. Thorn broke in.

"Didn't have nowhere else to go, I s'pose." Mrs. Merry stopped her bustling to brush a black curl from the boy's forehead- he really wasn't a boy, exactly, he seemed to be about twenty. It was only that he looked so small and pale that she kept calling him one. "I was kind to him when you had that fitting with the tailor. Must have remembered." She shook her head. "I certainly didn't expect it, but how could I have just left him in the street? Brought him inside and did what I could for his back, and got him a good meal- that's what's put him to sleep so heavy. He looked as if he hadn’t had a bite since last Sunday.”

Mr. Thorn leaned over to light his pipe. His face was complicated, and for several moments he did not speak. “You might have asked me," he said at length. "I don't like strangers in my home."

"I didn't think you would object."

"I certainly don't object to helping someone in need. But, Mrs. Merry, what do you propose to do with him now? Or if the tailor turns back up looking for him? Have you thought about that?"

"That's the sort of thing you work out later, when somebody's in trouble," Mrs. Merry said firmly.

Mr. Thorn took a long drag of his pipe, blowing out a ring of smoke and watching it dissipate. "I'll be the first to admit I don't approve of this whole pet business. I didn't think much of their other proposition- what was it again, sending criminals off to Australia?- but this whole matter of altering the brains of people so that they're hardly able to think for themselves leaves a bad taste in my mouth." He blew another smoke ring. "Still, we can hardly expect to tear it down in one day. If that tailor comes, I suppose we'll have to give the boy back."

"I'd hide him first," Mrs. Merry replied fiercely. "I'd not be responsible for sending him back to that monster, even if I did lose my place for it! Sir," she added, after a moment.

Mr. Thorn sighed, tapping out his pipe. "I couldn't get on without you, Mrs. Merry, never fear. The boy may stay, for a few days, at least. Though I would prefer if you made him up a bed that is not my settee." He took up his newspaper again. "And we may not have to wait long for this whole debate to be over. It's being challenged in Parliament soon." He snorted. "Though of course they've got an excuse all ready. They're saying now that even if they did shut it all down, the way they've altered the brains of those involved, they'd never be able to rejoin "polite society." And they used that term, too."

Mrs. Merry bent down to spread a blanket over the boy, who was still quite dead to the world. "If you don't mind me saying it, sir," she remarked quietly, "you seem to have come out all right."

Mr. Thorn looked up sharply, but the housekeeper had already gone. He glanced over at the settee, and something in his face softened.

Before he went up to bed for the night, Mr. Thorn slipped to the settee and tucked the blanket a little more securely under the young man’s shoulder.

[sam-loves-seb]

never had a backup plan [ 2k | 1/1 | rated: t ]

The bags under Ian's eyes have doubled since he left earlier, and he's literally dragging his feet across the living room floor. Despite the tiredness radiating from him, his face melts into a smile the second he sees Mickey. "Hey." Mickey glares at him while he takes a slow sip of his beer. "Hey? Do you have any idea what fucking time it is?" "Uh, no, actually." Ian runs a hand through his hair, his backpack falling off his shoulder so the strap hangs from the bend in his elbow. "Don't honestly know where my phone is. Might be in my locker at the club, or under the bar, maybe." Mickey eyes him carefully. "It's after three."

// s5: ian comes home exhausted after a long night at the club

whumptober 2024 -- day 17

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Whumptober 2024 day 17

Prompt: Nowhere else to go

Whumpee cower in a corner, watching, hearing Whumper's footsteps come slowly toward them down the corridor.

"you've had your run Whumpee. Come here." Whumper says matter of factly, still advancing. "No! Get away!" Whumper kicks and swipes at Whumper's hands, eventually getting them by the back of their shirt. "Up." Whumper says, dragging a kicking and threat-screaming Whumpee down a stark white corridor.

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Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: 17

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO ruined map / Only One Bed

Icy sheets of rain pelted down on Yuu like heavy chains, and they realized their extraordinary string of bad luck had finally run out.

The request had to have been sabotage. The desperate plea by a group of inexperienced adventurers to Yuu to save one of their own who'd been stuck in a dungeon on this side of the fence after a quick expedition had gone horribly wrong sounded faker and faker as Yuu had run around in circles, trying to make sense of the cryptic map.

In addition to humiliatingly losing all of their supplies in one fell swoop to an unfortunate encounter with a chimera, their map had also disintegrated in the rain, the inclement weather coming on too quickly for them to stuff it into their jacket.

Their waterproof jacket had been the one thing from their supplies they'd been able to run away with. Not food, or fresh water, or even a compass, or any of their potions. Just the map and their jacket, and now their map was gone.

It had been three days of wandering and looking for the dungeon. Yuu knew these lands pretty well, but the secluded Briar Valley was too large for them to have memorized it all before they'd been barred from visiting anymore.

Yuu shoved their head between their folded legs, wanting to hide away and sleep off their horrible luck.

It was no use, however. No one was coming to rescue them, at least not anytime soon. They were on the wrong side of the boundary between the fae and the mortals illegally.

Yuu squeezed their eyes shut.

They had one other option. He was in the area, they believed, but it was a humiliating option.

They'd been up in this tree for hours, though, hoping and praying for the rain to let up.

It hadn't been so bad at first up here. At least there was water now, but as the day became night, the mild warmth had departed for the bone-chilling cold that was slowly freezing them whole.

Yuu had tried to ball themselves up to conserve heat, and that was helping a little, but not very much.

They were shivering quite hard now. Yuu thought they could survive the night, perhaps if they were able to get to sleep, but if the rain kept up, they knew they'd be waking up poorly rested and half-starved, and still have to search for a way home.

The hit to their pride, though, might also kill them.

Yuu allowed themselves a few more moments of cocoon time to debate their options and stew in their anger before finally coming to a decision.

After looking in the dark haze of rain to make sure they knew where they were going, they gave themselves a countdown before leaping out of the tree and onto the ground.

Uncurling let their torso feel the full brunt of the cold air, and Yuu scrambled to get their jacket shut before it got any worse, and cone they did, Yuu took off.

They didn't have the energy to run, but they were desperate to get out of the rain, so they jogged as far as they could on an empty stomach.

Yuu almost slipped a few times in the mud, and each time they cursed loudly, taking advantage of the near-total isolation.

Nervousness was burning a hole in their stomach, and they hoped for a moment that the castle would be abandoned.

No such luck. As they parted the last few bushes on their path, Yuu was able to see the lights were on.

It was, unfortunately for Yuu, not unusual for the royal family to be at Wild Rose Castle at this time of year.

Though a bit early in the season, Wild Rose was where they tended to celebrate the winter season. It seemed they were hosting the end of the harvest feast here, as well.

Yuu knew that guards would be sparse this far from the castle, so dodging them was relatively easy. Once they arrived at the floodplain, however, it was a different story.

There was a watchtower, with a special window Yuu knew was only visible one way and that simply reflected the sky to outside viewers. There was another visible armed guard posted nearer to the castle's back entrance that, despite the torrential rain, probably would have a good view of Yuu if they walked out of their hiding place in the bushes.

Yuu saw the shed and got an idea- one that would preserve their pride and keep them dry.

They crouched behind the sparse greenery to make their way across the floodplain, thankfully with ripe vegetables in tact, and plucked a fistful of carrots to snack on, careful not to be greedy despite their all-consuming hunger.

Yuu was able to make it across without being spotted to the shed, and though the door creaked, they slunk in without any fuss.

It was still quite cold, being a leaky old shed, and the moist walls were no comfort, but it was certainly serviceable for Yuu to screw their head back on straight and make a plan.

They used a drip in the ceiling to wash out the dirt from the carrots, then bit into the crunchy vegetable with gusto.

Their stomach finally stopped hurting as Yuu devoured the carrots, down to the leaves, and they were finally able to relax their body.

Yuu closed their eyes and told themselves it was just to soothe their stinging.

They couldn't fall asleep. Judging by the size of the vegetables, it was almost harvest, and someone would be by this shed sooner rather than later.

But this wasn't just an ordinary day. This was the worst day ever, so of course, right then, the door opened.

And because this wasn't just a bad day, but the Worst Day Ever, it was the very last person Yuu was trying to see.

Staring back at them, for some inexplicable reason, was Prince Malleus.

The crown prince of the Briar Valley, the heir to the Witch's Throne, and their ex-boyfriend, Prince Malleus, was rooting around the farm shed in the freezing rain for reasons Yuu could only believe were because they were cursed.

Super, super cursed.

Malleus's shock rendered the pupils of his eyes little slits, allowing the green to wash over them.

Yuu was totally frozen. They had no idea what the best move was in this scenario.

At this point, they'd rather have been discovered by the Queen, his grandmother. Being rendered to ash in an instant by a magic lightning bolt was better than whatever the hell this was.

He stepped forward, hand outstretched, but Yuu finally regained motion in their limbs as they tried to crawl away.

It was no use. Malleus grabbed onto their shoulder and the next thing Yuu saw was his bedroom, or at least that's what they assumed.

They felt bad for dripping water on the carpet, but Malleus picked them up and dragged them to his washroom and shoved them in there, closing the door.

Yuu was paralyzed for a few moments. Were they trapped? They jiggled the doorknob, and found it was indeed locked.

They sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Yuu hadn't actually been in here before, but it was a nice bathroom.

A terrible idea suddenly popped into their head, and before Yuu could think, they were stripping off their clothes and hopping into the shower.

Best-case scenario, Malleus would just let them go again and they could be clean for that. Worst-case scenario, they'd be comfortable while they died.

Yuu scrubbed down with his soap, relishing in the hot water, before hopping out of the shower and grabbing one of fluffy towels to dry off with before taking one of Malleus's robes.

A small plus, Malleus would be annoyed.

To their surprise, the door opened just as they were tying the rope, and Malleus snatched their hand.

"Hey!" exclaimed Yuu, but Malleus wasn't listening as he yanked them in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, almost entirely monotonously. He sat on the edge of his loveseat, perched like a predator.

"I- none of your business," they said, cursing the poor start.

"You're on my land. It is my business," he retorted, clenching his jaw.

"What are you gonna do?" they bit back.

He rolled his eyes.

"You can stay here tonight, if you'd like," said Malleus.

"In... here? Like, your room, or in the castle?"

"The court is downstairs. You cannot wander the halls, so yes, in my room."

"No way!" burst out Yuu.

"Fine. I'll turn you into Grandmother. You've racked up too many offenses. You'll be executed."

Yuu felt a lump in their throat at how plain their imminent death sounded.

"How... long do you want me to stay here?" they asked.

Malleus let his head loll to the side. "The court is going hunting tomorrow. I can take you to the border then, but not any sooner."

It was a better option than dying, at least. Live to adventure another day and all of that.

"Ok," they conceded. "I can sleep on the floor."

Malleus stood from his perch on the armrest to shove Yuu backwards onto his bed.

"Ok," they said again in defeat.

Yuu righted themselves on the bed as Malleus got on the other side, summoning a throw blanket to create a little barrier.

"Stay on your side," he said, and the lights went out.

Yuu huffed. They didn't want his stupid side, anyway.

[rookie-lou]

Nowhere else to go

The mine scene, humanized. Dusty has a heart condition and is fighting not to lose consciousness while Blade doesn’t immediately understand what’s wrong. But little by little, Dusty opens up, and Blade also confides in Dusty about why he cannot lose another person in his presence.

[psychologeek]

Whumptober #17: The Cyclist AU

Background: Jason never came back to Gotham. There's no Red Hood.

During his Brucequest, Tim gets assistance from an unfamiliar person.

The map is destroyed.

Kid's staring at it like it's a crowbar, and Jason can't help feeling a twitch of compassion for him.

“Well,” he put his hand on the kid's shoulder. “We had a good run.”

The kid looks wrecked, honestly. His eyebags got bags, and there's this glimmer in his eyes that makes him wonder if part of the reason B took him was to prevent him from becoming a future raugh.

(Kid managed to set up a clone lab, become an international thief, and there's this whole thing with Ras he very carefully doesn't think about.

And that's just in three months.)

“It's over, Kiddo,” he tells the boy. “There's nothing we can do now. This was your last shot. You said it yourself.”

“No!” The kid says. “No, no, no, no. No. It's not– no, it can't. I'm not– this isn't over. This isn't. I can't. You can't make me. You can't – I'm not going. I'm not. You can't make me–”

“Wow, chill there,” Jason stops him. “I don't know what you're talking about, but it's like. You said it yourself. This was the last shot to find your - whatever cave or something.”

“It's not a cave,” the kid spits. “I've already told you - it's an ancient site used to worship a bat-like deity, which seems to be a local version of Pazuzu, that was discovered in –”

“I get it,” Jason stops him. “It's some important Batshit thing. But the map is gone. What are you gonna do? You said it yourself. No one's been there for over 70 years. What are you going to do? Get an Ouija board and start questioning the last archaeological team?”

Uh.

Oh no.

Jason recognises that look

This Look™ 

There's something sharp in the maniac smile on Tim's face.

“I mean… I bet you always wanted to break into a nuclear weapon factory in North-Korea.”

That crazy bastard.

Jason REALLY likes him.

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Whumptober #17

Trope of the day: nowhere else to go

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Villain cannot believe their eyes when they find Whumpee in their basement. They threw in a window, apparently crawling through it, leaving a trail of blood on the wall and ground.

Brows raised in confusion, they walk closer, seeing that the other is barely conscious.

"Interesting," Villain says when their eyes meet, Whumpee managing a crooked smile. They're badly wounded, even Villain never did something like this.

"Team decided I'm too dangerous," Whumpee spits and winces, trying to move their legs a little. "Got nowhere else to go," they add, resting their head agains the wall behind them.

Villain crouches down in front of them, searching for weapons, hands coming back empty and smeared with blood. They decide to believe them.

"Well, let's get you patched up. Then you tell me what happened. The least you owe me is the full story," Villain says with a smirk, getting a weak nod in response.

Helping Whumpee up, they half carry, half support them upstairs to get them patched up. Villain always knew their team was just a bunch of snakes.

[bucknerdycore]

Finding home in you

Ratings: Teen and Up

Warnings: Not Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Tommy/Buck

“You could come to my place.” Buck blinked, surprised by the offer. He hadn’t expected that, not from Tommy. Sure, they’d spent time together—more than Buck had spent with most people outside that work — but he didn’t think Tommy saw him like that. “I mean, if you want,” Tommy added, almost too casually, as if he was testing the waters. “I know you’ve been having a rough time lately. Thought maybe... you could be be accompanied.” Buck doesn't know where to go and Tommy offers his house. Whumptober 2024 Day 17: Nowhere else to go

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