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Whump Prompt #1363
Whumptober #13: Team as a Family
The mission goes south - of course the mission goes south.Â
Your whumpee takes a brutal hit intended for one of their teammates. (Maybe they jump in front of the bullet. Maybe they shield them from an explosion, drink from the poisoned cup, or take a knife intended for the teammate)
After neutralizing the enemy, the teammate is immediately at their side:
[âOh god, stay with me!â]
Itâs bad. Bad enough for an extended hospital stay, and for the whumpee to spend a nerve wracking amount of time unconscious. When they inevitably do wake, however, theyâre confused, disorientated and in alot of pain. Theyâre so used to waking alone, that theyâre shocked to find their bed lined with people - the team.Â
[âHey bud, howâre you feeling?â
âWha- what are you-.â
âWeâre here to look after you, dumbass.â]
During the whumpeeâs recovery, each teammate sacrifices their comfort to help where they can. They keep watch at night, fetch water, prepare food and change bandages. They give kind words of encouragement, and reassure the whumpee theyâre not a burden. As the whumpee drifts in and out of consciousness, they hear fragments of conversations: quiet apologies, whispered promises to stay with them, and heartfelt confessions about how theyâre family, now and always. For the first time the whumpee, who has always kept a distance, begins to realize how much they truly mean to the team.
[âJust rest, weâll do everything else. We have everything covered, all you need to do is sleep.â]
Finally, the whumpee feels what it means to be cared for, to have a family - one that would go to any lengths to protect them, just as the whumpee would always protect them.
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Whumptober No. 13
Team as a Family
Familial Curse // Multiple Whumpees // âDeath will do us part.â (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)
*~*~*~*~*
Whumpee was the teamâs ace in the hole. Their trump card for whenever the team got into too tight a spot of bother. He hadnât even been an original member of the team. It was a chance encounter one day when Villainâs team attacked Whumpeeâs favourite coffee shop, where he had been waiting in line, scrolling on his phone, minding his own business.
Time stopped and Whumpee looked up, frowning as the patrons and the noise all melted away into silence. Whumpee narrowed his eyes, scoffing and looked around. He heard voices outside his local and stomped out of the queue, throwing the door open to see Villain performing an evil monologue to Team Leader and the other members who were frozen mid fight.
âAnd thereâsââ
âHey! Asshole!â Whumpee yelled, rolling up his sleeves. Villain stopped short, his brain short circuiting and glanced over at Whumpee. Whumpee kept advancing on Villain without a care in the world, tapping his watch on his wrist. âYou gonna wrap this up anytime soon? Iâm missing my first coffee of the day here.â
Villain blinked at Whumpee. âHow are you moving?â
âProbably from fucking anger at not having my caffeine intake for this time of the morning! Now are you gonna reset time or do I have to kick your arse to get what I want?â
Villain looked at Leader and scoffed. âCan you believe this guy?â
Whumpee cracked his knuckles. âFine. The hard way.â
Needless to say, time restarted and Whumpee got his coffee after he was finished with Villain. After he had sat down at the coffee shop he noticed Leader walk in, searching the room for Whumpee. When her eyes landed on him she smiled a bright grin and walked over. He merely raised an unimpressed brow at her.
âHowdy.â
âNot interested.â
Her demeanour dimmed. âYou donât even knowââ
âYou want to convince me to be a hero. Not happening.â
Her smile returned as she slid into the booth. âActually I wanted to buy you a coffee to thank you for today. Itâs not everyday a citizen steps in to help us.â
âShouldnât it be the other way around?â
âIt usually is,â she replied candidly, despite Whumpeeâs hostility towards her. âThough Villain just keeps coming at us with new tricks that are impossible to counter or predict.â
âMy heart bleeds.â
Leader tilted her head, her warm smile still on her face. Blue eyes bright and glimmering with cat like interest. âHow come you were able to move through his time freeze?â
Whumpee shrugged. âJust lucky I guess.â
Leaderâs smile sharpened. âYou donât play coy very well.â
Whumpee stared at Leader, and Leader stared at Whumpee. The silence between them filled with the bustling of the cafe, of traffic outside the window and footsteps falling on the pavement.
âTell you what,â Leader said eventually. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card, sliding it across the desk to Whumpee. Whumpee didnât even look at it. âIf you decide you want to amount to something more than you are right now, call me. Iâll show you around the base, no strings attached, show you how we operate.â
Whumpee nodded though he had no intention of ever calling. Leader smiled. âGood. Great meeting youâ?â
Whumpee stared at her blankly. Leader got to her feet, head dipping. âDo I not even get your name?â
âItâs Whumpee,â Whumpee said, though he didnât know why he offered it. Itâs not like he owed her anything.
âNice meeting you, Whumpee. Iâm Leader. I hope you call.â
And Whumpee did call, eventually. After he realised his talents were being wasted on him, that the world would benefit if he put himself out there. Defending the city from villainous threats and crimes.
The family he found in the team was an added bonus. The camaraderie and friendship and being needed and wanted by others, it was addictive and he coveted it. He wanted to lock it all down in his chest and never let them go, never stop loving them and being loved in return.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Other Villain and his crew were attacking the docks. Other Villain was easy to manage most of the time, but Nemesis? Nemesis wasnât supposed to show up. They didnât have any intel that Nemesis was even in the city, which is exactly what Nemesis had been counting on judging by the smirk on his face when he appeared.
Secondâs eyes blew wide and he turned to shout in warning when Other Villain blew sleep dust into his face, grabbing Secondâs face and slamming their hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming. Whumpee sensed them before he saw them.
He turned and Nemesis was grinning at him. The last time Whumpee had seen Nemesis he had just helped Leader defeat him. Whumpee remembered Nemesisâs yellow eyes locking onto him with interest. It was the first time Whumpee had exposed himself during a fight with a villain who got away in the end.
âSo nice to see you again, Whumpee!â
That drew the rest of the teamâs attention. Rogue was the first to turn and advance on Other Villain who dropped Secondâs unconscious body to the floor.
âRogue! Donât!â Leader cried and Rogue froze, their lips pulling back into a snarl.
Whumpee stepped out of cover finally. He was caught, and he walked over to Leader, standing tall beside her.
âYou shouldnât be here,â Leader said to Nemesis. His yellow eyes flashed with mirth, and a horrible knowing that sent Whumpeeâs guts twisting themselves into knots.
âOh, I know. I was away on business, retrieving something for our dear friend Whumpee here.â
Whumpee knew it was true before he said it. He could feel something, something he hadnât felt in a long time. A draw of magic, pulling at him, like a moth to a flame, guiding him back to the source. But that⊠that couldnât be⊠they were dead. Nemesis must have done something to make them feel this.
But how? A voice in his head asked. How would he know?
âWalk away, Nemesis. Unless you want us to flatten you again,â Medic growled. Nemesis laughed.
âYou flatten me? You couldnât do it before Whumpee here, Medic. The freak, the abomination.ïżœïżœ Whumpee swallowed the lump in his throat at the words. They still stung, even after all these years. He was an abomination. A magical anomaly. Magic had no effect on him. Pyrokinetics couldnât burn him, Time wielders couldnât freeze him. Other Villainâs sleep dust didnât put him down.
A chill carried on the breeze caused a shiver to run down his spine. Whumpee sucked in a breath and turned on his heel, towards the source, towards the flame and he froze.
âBesides, Iâm doing a good deed, Heroes. Reuniting family.â
Whumpee stared at the man in front of him. He was older than Whumpee remembered, jeez, he must be in his thirties now, but there he was. His brother. His hair was longer, and he had a stubbly beard, but he still had the same weathered stormy eyes.
âWhumper?â Whumpee whispered, his voice cracking. Whumpee took a step forward. âIs this real? Are youâ are you reallyâ?â
âIâm real, Whumpee.â Whumper said. His voice low, raspy, as if he had emerged from a forge that was billowing smoke into his throat all day. âIâm alive.â
Tears sprung to Whumpeeâs eyes. âI thought⊠oh my god. I thought you were all dead. I thoughtâ how are you alive?â
Whumpee stumbled forward as he spoke, closing the distance between them. Leader grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He snapped his head towards her, betrayal painting his features. âWhumpee. Heâs here with them.â
âHeâs my brother.â
âI know.â
âYou canâtâ let me go, Leader.â
âSheâs right, Whumpee.â
Whumpee looked back at Whumper. He had straightened. The dark strands of hair that werenât tied back into a bun at the back of his head obscured his eyes, making him look more menacing. Whumpee stopped struggling against Leader. He even fell back a step.
âWhumper?â Whumpee asked. His voice terribly small.
âWhumper was kind enough to follow me back once he found out what you were doing here, Whumpee.â Nemesis said behind Whumpee. âRunning around with heroes. What would your dear uncle think?â
âFuck the king,â Whumpee growled, ripping his arm out of Leaderâs grip. âHe didnât do anything for me when he found out what happened to us, Whumper. You canât side with Nemesis! Iâm your blood. Iâm your little brother, youâ I looked up to you.â
Whumper levelled his gaze to catch Whumpeeâs eyes in his snare. The weathered grey turned bright like headlights and Whumpee couldnât look away. âIâm sorry it has to be this way.â
âWhumpee whatââ Leader began at the same time that Whumpee pushed her back behind him and said, âget behind me!â
Whumper spoke the old tongue and Whumpee screamed as a spear of pain shot through his temples. He reached up and grabbed his temples, trying to walk through the pain but on his third step it became too much and his leg faltered. Whumpee fell to one knee but shot up again.
âWhumper!â Whumpee cried, gasping as he fell again. There was a hand on him and he could feel more than hear Leader speaking to him.
âDonât bother, Leader,â Nemesis said as a particularly piercing scream came from Whumpee. Leader turned, glaring over her shoulder at Nemesis. He was closer now, strutting tall towards the pair. âWhumper told me of a certain curse on Whumpeeâs family. Royalty, did you know that?â
Leader glanced down at Whumpee who was panting, eyes screwed shut and trembling. No, Leader thought, she didnât know that.
Nemesis continued. âThereâs a myth about the first royals. Two brothers. One who could resist magic, the other who could control it. Can you guess which one ruled in the end?â
âWhumper! Please,â Whumpee cried. Then he went boneless and Leader got pulled down with him. He stared unblinking at the sky, tremors ripping through him every few seconds. A hand grabbed Leader by the hair and yanked her back to her feet.
She clawed at Nemesisâs grip but he didnât falter, his other arm wrapping around her throat and squeezing. She struggled to get out from under him, but he pushed her back flush against his front. She could only watch helplessly as Whumper advanced on a barely conscious Whumpee.
âThank you for your assistance, Whumper.â Nemesis said with a smile. Whumper grunted in response as he crouched beside Whumpee.
âDonât touch him!â Leader spat, kicking at Whumper and barely missing him as Nemesis yanked her backwards before her foot could make contact.
âDonât worry about him, Leader,â Nemesis cooed. âYouâre coming with me.â
Leader threw her weight forward suddenly, but Nemesis recovered quickly and this time when he grabbed her he started to squeeze her throat. She struggled in his grip, but that only tired her out quicker. The last thing she saw was Whumper throwing Whumpee over his shoulder and turning his back on her.
âThatâs it Leader, just relax.â
No air got to her lungs and she succumbed to darkness that brushed her vision, her eyes shuttering close in the arms of her enemy.
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Death Will Do Us Part
(POV Bruce)Â
Family dinner is chaotic as ever. Bruce smiles as his family eats and argues about whether or not to bet on the next villain to get out of Arkham. Of course, he doesnât agree with the idea of placing bets on that, but it isnât hurting anybody. Unless they break somebody out to win the bet, but that isnât likely. The house shakes and everyone practically jumps to their feet. They can see vines through the roads outside, so everyone heads down to the Batcave. Bruce goes over to the computer and puts a call through to Commissioner Gordon.Â
âWhatâs the situation, Gordon?â Bruce asks.Â
âEveryoneâs out of Arkham. Weâre completely overpowered,â Gordon answers.Â
âWeâre on our way.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
His kids are collecting their gear and getting ready.Â
âDid all of you hear that?â Bruce asks.Â
âYep, everybodyâs out of Arkham,â Jason answers. âPretty sure we jinxed it.âÂ
âDo we believe in that?â Cass asks.Â
âI donât believe in that,â Damian replies.Â
âI donât either,â Tim says.Â
âI doubt we did,â Dick says. âBut letâs just deal with this quickly. I have something to attend to later.âÂ
âLike a date?â Jason asks.Â
âLike none of your business.âÂ
âItâs definitely a date,â Tim says.Â
âFocus,â Bruce demands.Â
âDonât worry, weâre still getting ready as fast as we can. Speaking of which, Iâm heading out,â Jason says.Â
They all head out and start taking on the inmates of Arkham. Bruce gets a steady stream of updates over comms that his kids are dealing with inmates and he updates him when he takes them out as well.Â
âIvyâs causing too many problems. I have the building sheâs in,â Barbara says.Â
âNice of you to join us, Oracle,â Dickâs replies.Â
âShut up. My setup got destroyed so I had to get to the Batcave to assist.âÂ
She gives the location. Bruce looks at his location.Â
âIâm close.âÂ
âIâm close too, so Iâll come assist,â Jason says.Â
The two make it to the building and itâs definitely a floral place. Jason and Bruce have to cut through greenery to get into the building at all. Poison Ivy gives them a hard time, but nothing the two of them canât manage together.Â
(POV Jason)Â
âWe should get out of here, this buildingâs unstable,â Bruce says.Â
Jason nods, so the two head towards the roof with Ivy.Â
âIf I canât win, you two wonât make it out of here alive,â Ivy says.Â
Vines sprout up and start exploding, rocking the whole building. The floor cracks and Bruce shoves Jason to the part of the floor that isnât cracked.Â
âDad!âÂ
Jason watches as the floor crumbles away under Bruceâs feet. He lunges to grab Bruceâs hand and barely misses the mark. Bruce tries to catch himself on one of the other floors, but fails. He falls onto a large piece of a floor, which impales him.Â
âDad!â Jason cries out.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Barbara asks. âWhy are Bruceâs suitâs stats bottoming out?âÂ
Jason pulls his helmet off and throws it.Â
âJason?âÂ
âIâm fine,â Jason says through gritted teeth. âBut Batman isnât. Delete the feed from my helmet without looking at it.âÂ
âWhat?â Barbara asks.Â
âDelete the damn feed from my helmet without looking at it,â Jason demands. âBarbara, do it.âÂ
âOkay, okay. Iâm sending medics to your location.âÂ
A pause and Jason can almost hear his father stop breathing.Â
âJason.âÂ
âI know. Let the others know and Iâll get him to a safe location.âÂ
He turns his comm off and grips the floor. He spots Ivy, who got thrown away from the two during the explosions, but seems fine. He gets up and she looks terrified. She starts trying to get away and he shoots her hands and feet. She cries out and starts cursing Jason.Â
âI should kill you for still breathing,â Jason growls. âBut Iâm better than that now. You are gonna pay for killing him, but you deserve to live and suffer for it.âÂ
Jason drags her out of the building by her hair and officers are heading towards the location.Â
âRed Hood?âÂ
Jason throws her over to the officers. âYou might wanna cuff her.âÂ
He turns and heads back into the building. He walks over to Bruceâs limp body and he feels an overwhelming amount of anger. He stuffs it down and as gently as he can gets Bruce out of the building. After getting him into the Batmobile, he turns his comm back on.Â
âHeâs in the Batmobile. Send him home, Oracle.âÂ
The Batmobile closes and speeds off. Jason heads back to continue taking out inmates, turning his comm off so he doesnât have to hear everyoneâs reaction.Â
{POV Cass}Â
Cass is searching for villains when she comes across several people tied to a lamppost by their feet. She throws a batarang to cut the rope on the first person and catches them. When she does, she sees that the personâs eyes are wide and they arenât breathing. Cass checks their pulse and realizes that theyâre gone.Â
Smoke starts spilling out all around her, so she tries to find the source. A metal orb with straw on it. Cass goes to grab something from her utility belt when someone takes her legs out from underneath her. Batmanâs towering over her, completely decayed. She backs away and Batman crumbles to pieces. She pulls a mask on, searching for more threats in the suddenly dark world. Gothamâs been replaced by a metal room.Â
âThe darkness is where you belong. Killing people for someone who will never appreciate your efforts. Theyâll only expect more out of you.â That voice belongs to her father.Â
 Her father comes forward and she stumbles back. She starts searching her belt but canât find any of the things she usually keeps in there. She closes her eyes and tries to focus, blood rushing in her ears. Her fatherâs getting closer, sword raised for a fatal strike. She jabs herself with what she hopes is the fear toxin cure and kicks her father away.Â
Slowly, the world returns to what it should be. A grimy Gotham street with Scarecrow not far from her, getting up. Cass attacks Scarecrow, who tries to run. After a mostly one sided fight, Cass takes out Scarecrow. She ties him up and heads towards a police checkpoint to drop him off, still feeling the aftereffects of the fear toxin.Â
{POV Damian}Â
âPlease help us!â An officer shouts when Damian drops down.Â
âWhat is it you require assistance with?â Damian asks. âThereâs nothing going on here.âÂ
âGoons are running loose in this area and Killer Croc keeps popping up and taking officers out,â the officer answers.Â
âDoes he?âÂ
Damian unsheathes his sword. He pulls up the manhole cover and stands by it. Once the goons come back, Damian starts taking them out with expert ease. He kicks the first goon into the sewer grate and can hear the audible crunch sound of Croc eating the goon. He continues to beat up the goons and then kick them in the sewer until Croc comes barging out of the sewer.Â
âThere you are,â Damian says. âI was starting to think that you were too much of a bitch to come and get me.âÂ
Croc charges at Damian and he dodges, slashing at Croc as Croc passes him.Â
While the blade is mostly blunt, Damian can still easily kill someone with it. Croc would need more force and a pressure point, but Damianâs goal isnât to kill him. Itâs to incapacitate him.Â
Croc goes headfirst into a lamppost and Damian snorts. Croc regains his senses quickly, then rushes Damian again. Damian and Croc go back and forth until Damian picks up the manhole cover and throws it like a frisbee. It hits Croc in the head, knocking him unconscious. After instructing the officers on what to do from there, Damian leaves the area.Â
âCroc is accounted for,â Damian says. âIâm heading to the next one.â Â
{POV Jason}Â
âAm I close to any more villains?â Jason asks.Â
âFreeze has been reported about a block from you,â Barbara answers. âYou sure youâre good to keep going?âÂ
âIâm fine, Oracle. Give me the location.âÂ
She sends it and after looking at it, Jason heads in the direction. He walks into the courthouse Freeze is supposed to be in and it feels like the temperature has dropped at least ten degrees.Â
âWell, Freeze is definitely here.âÂ
He walks into each of the courtrooms and barely manages to dodge a blast from Freezeâs gun.Â
âYouâll never defeat me, Bat-Brat!â Freeze shouts.Â
Jason pulls out his gun and starts shooting the dome around Freezeâs head.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Freeze demands, ducking behind something.Â
âUnless you wanna die here, youâre gonna surrender quietly,â Jason says. âIâm far past the mood to be lenient with you lot.âÂ
âWhat happened?â Freeze asks. âDoesnât Batman normally keep you on a tight leash as his wild-child?âÂ
Jason pulls out a smoke grenade and throws it over the desk Freeze is hiding behind. Freeze runs out from behind the desk and Jason dropkicks him into a wall. Smoke starts spewing out of the grenade and Freeze looks confused.Â
âAll my grenades look the same to other people,â Jason offers to cure Freezeâs confusion. âIâm the only one that knows which one is which. So unless you wanna test your luck to see if Iâll blow you to hell, you might wanna surrender.âÂ
Freeze unclicks a freeze grenade and throws it at the approaching Jason. Jason kicks it away from him and beside a little frost on his shoes, is unaffected.Â
âIâll surrender,â Freeze says, putting his hands up.Â
âGood.âÂ
Jason pulls Freeze up and handcuffs him.Â
Even though it hurts to say, Jason says, âBatman doesnât keep a leash on me.â Â
(POV Dick)Â
âI think youâre the only one with villains left,â Barbara says. âEveryone else is accounted for.âÂ
âWell, thatâs nice,â Dick replies sarcastically.Â
Heâs having a hard time pulling his punches with the emotions flooding through his system, but he manages.Â
Canât deal with this right now. Dadâs dead and Iâm here dodging being shot by two people that should be in a mental hospital. Â
âThe others are on their way.âÂ
âBeautiful. Everyone can watch me have a mental breakdown.âÂ
Dickâs fighting Penguin and Two-Face, who have decided that it is best to temporarily get over their issues so that they can beat him. Theyâre not doing very well even though they are technically getting along. Dickâs just doing flips around them, literally. Penguin tries to keep up with him, moving and shooting, but he just ends up falling off the roof.Â
Dick throws down a net so Penguin doesnât die on impact, but then turns his attention back to Two-Face. Two-Face shoots at him until he runs out of bullets. Dick runs forward to strike him down when Two-Face shoots Dickâs leg and his leg goes completely numb. Dick stumbles and falls.Â
âHad this little beauty waiting for me to try. Iâve wanted to use it for a while, but never found the right moment. Pays off to go and get gear before engaging, doesnât it?â Two-Face asks. âAlright, do we deliver the kill shot? Letâs flip the coin.âÂ
Dick turns towards his leg and starts trying to beat life back into it.Â
âOoo, luck is not on your side, Nightwing. Goodbye.âÂ
âGrayson!âÂ
Dick turns in just enough time to see Damian take a shot meant for him. It would have killed Dick instantly. Dick attempts to get up but his leg wonât let him. Damian stumbles into him and Dick wraps an arm around him so he doesnât go anywhere. He grabs Damianâs sword and throws it. It goes through Two-Face. Dick turns his attention to Damian, whoâs attempting to stop the bleeding chest wound.Â
âHey, itâs gonna be okay. Barbara, we need medical attention right now. Damianâs injured.âÂ
âItâs on the way,â Barbara says.Â
âYouâre gonna be fine, buddy.â
(POV Tim)Â
Tim jumps onto the roof of the building where Damian and Dickâs trackers are and finds a horror scene in front of him. Damian and Dick are covered in blood and Two-Face is dead not far from them. Tears start pouring down Damianâs face as he clings to Dick. While Tim doesnât want to, he canât seem to look away. Dickâs crying and trying to soothe Damian. Tim can feel Jason and Cassâ presence beside him, but he canât look at them.Â
âSsh. Itâs gonna be okay, Dami. I swear, everything is okay.âÂ
A pause in sobs and the silence is broken by Damian quietly asking, âYou love me, right?âÂ
Dick nods. âOf course. I love you. Everyone does. I love you so much.âÂ
Damianâs sobs resume and persist for a little longer, then stop altogether.Â
âNo, Dami. No, not you too. Dami, stay with me please.âÂ
Jason walks over to Tim, whoâs frozen in place. Jason pulls him into a hug that Tim doesn't even attempt to fight.Â
âHe canât be goneâŠâ Tim mutters. âThey both canât beâŠâÂ
âIâm sorry,â Jason says. âIâm really sorry.âÂ
Jason goes to move Tim to armâs length and Tim clings to him. Jason rubs Timâs back as Dickâs cries for Damian ring in his ears. After a while, Jason finally convinces Tim that they need to go. That the crisis is over for them and that they need to get home.Â
Tim watches Jason walk over and puts a hand on Dickâs shoulder.Â
âNo, no. You canât take him.âÂ
âIâm not gonna take him, but we need to go.âÂ
Cass takes Timâs hand and the two of them hold hands, silently supporting each other.Â
âWhereâs Dad?âÂ
âOn his way to the Batcave. Iâm really sorry, Dickie.âÂ
Dick stands up slowly, holding Damianâs body like a baby.Â
âItâs not your fault, Jay. Itâs Ivyâs. We shouldâŠâ He chokes up and looks away from Damian. âWe need to get back to the Batcave. Make sure that Tim and Cass get there, okay?âÂ
Jason nods. After stomping some machine by Two-Face to pieces, Dick takes off with Damian. Jason turns towards Tim and Cass, the three of them coming to a silent agreement. They head to the Batcave and are met by Barbara and Alfred.Â
âDick here yet?â Tim asks.Â
Barbara shakes her head. Cass, Tim, and Jason all hug Alfred, who looks like he might break down. Dick comes in and bypasses all of them to put Damian on the table beside Bruce. He sits between Damian and Bruce.Â
âCome on. You all need to get cleaned up and taken care of,â Alfred says.Â
So they head upstairs. Dick and Alfred join them not long after.Â
(POV Dick)Â
Dick planned the funeral, refusing to let anyone assist him. Whether it was so nobody else had to deal with the event or him, no one knew. The event was only for family and close friends. Many of the Justice League members showed up to show support. Dick stayed in the back during the event and after giving his speech, didnât say anything to anyone.Â
Since then, heâs locked himself in his room in the manor. Just about everyoneâs tried to come in and talk, but he ends up running them all off. Tim knocks on the open door and Dick barely glances at him before returning his attention to his hands which are planted in his lap.Â
âDid you come in here to talk me into feeling better? To tell me to pull myself together? How am I supposed to pull myself together when my father is dead? When my baby brother died in my arms while waiting for medical support that never arrived?â Dick shouts.Â
Tim doesnât flinch or leave the room like the others did. He walks over, sits down, and wraps his arms around his oldest brother. Dick breaks down sobbing and the two end up hugging for a while. Dick breaks away, walking over to his closet. Dick walks over to his closet and digs around until he finds his box of keepsakes. He holds it out and Tim takes it.Â
âFeel free to keep it as long as youâd like. You can share it with the other two if you want to.âÂ
âWhat is it exactly?â Tim asks.Â
âThings I keep here. Pictures, items, writings about memories. I figured that youâd enjoy looking at some of the nicer ones,â Dick answers. âI wonât be able to even think too hard about them for a while, so you guys might as well.âÂ
âOkay, Iâll share it with the others.âÂ
Dick ruffles Timâs hair. âThanks, buddy.âÂ
âDo you need space?âÂ
âYeah, a little. Iâll be down in a minute.âÂ
Dick watches Tim leave the room and he collapses on his bed.Â
How am I supposed to live with the guilt that it should have me? That Damianâs supposed to be alive right now?
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Whumptober #13:
TEAM AS A FAMILY | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part."
@keitria this isn't exactly what you want, but part of the universe
There's a basement underneath The Nest.Â
During the constructions of the old theatre, Tim has extended it sideways and below, making it so sheltered that one could survive anything smaller than a nuke. Whole with enough MRE for a year, necessarities such as bathroom and algae for oxygen and recycling water.
There's a box in the basement. One that used to hold his secret photos, back when he was a child.
It still holds memories.Â
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There's a kid's cap, and child-sized shovel.
("There you go, kiddo! Just like your dad!")
There's an old book and a pair of gloves.
("You are part of a long, powerful dynasty. Never let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are.")
There's a magnifying glass and a pair of googles.
(âThe hair gets in my eyes and Flushâs so mode about it he keeps telling me I just need to cut it but I donât want to did you know they have shampoo that can make you smell like STRAWBERRIES? thatâs totally crash past is so crash but I still like my hair.â)
There's a golden earring.Â
("What's wrong, Rob?"
And everything was too much. Too wrong.Â
"It's nothing.")
There's a golden earring, shaped like the sun.
("It just. It feels wrong," he later tried to explain. "Like it's... it was done for a girl. But that was done to my body. But it wrong and- urrgh, sorry, it's hard to explain it.")
Just a single eering.Â
(Kon and a needle and a pair of earrings -
"I thought maybe it could help," said his teammate. "Maybe we can make it, like, something of our own? Making this - I don't know. Something good? That we choose?"
And there was a needle in Kon's hand, and a hole in his earlobe were a tag used to be. A number.
But after that, they were just friends who shared a single pair of earrings.)
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#Blake's 7#whumptober2024#no. 13#TEAM AS A FAMILY#Death will do us part#Vila Restal#Cally#Come on' what could possibly go wrong?#whumptober#art#illustration
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Come Back (ch. 2)
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Whumptober 2024 - Day 13 - Prompts: Team as a Family // Familial Curse
Rated: T | Words: 773
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A/N: Told myself I was not going to write anymore multi-chapter stories for prompt challenges...but here we are...not sure which prompt will be the next chapter, but keep a look out! (Special thanks to @fionas-frenzy & @omegafett99 for their suggestions with this prompt fill!)
âHowâs it looking?âÂ
âWeâre in luck. Whoever scuttled this ship didnât wipe the hard driveâs data imprint. Iâm transferring the files.â Tech doesnât have to ask if Omega wants to help. He already knows she does. She would not have sought him out otherwise. He holds out the data stick, and she readily takes it. âBut I still need to copy the master drive. Itâs under that panel.â He goes back to his own work.Â
âTech?â Omega asks a moment later, and he waits for the expected questions to come next. Instead, she asks nothing related to copying the master drive. âWhat was the war like?âÂ
Omega may have been bound to Kamino her whole life; however, she has been surrounded by the essence of war. The Kaminoans were not discreet in their purpose for cloning soldiers. The question, therefore, seems unnecessary, since she surely knows the definition. âIt was a primary mission objective comprised of battles on various fronts.âÂ
 âBut what was it like?â Omega asks again, emphasizing her words in such a way as to indicate he had not just answered her question.Â
âHm?â There is no other answer to give. âI just told you.âÂ
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âWhat was the war like?â Tech echoes the distant question, voice a breathless whisper. âI didnât understand your question at the time, did I?âÂ
Omega is not present to answer. He wonders if she and their brothers got off Eriadu safely. This canât all be for nothing. His brokenness, of body and spirit. He does not want to think his mind might be broken too. Not yet.Â
Time is moving strangely. He doesnât know if itâs been mere minutes or hours or days. But he canât stay in this cave forever. He needs to find water at the very least. And then a way off this planet. A way back to his siblings. But maybe he can rest just a few moments more.Â
âThe war was everything,â Tech says to the darkness where the warmth of Omegaâs presence lingers like a ghost. Maybe his mind is broken after all. âIt was our whole lives, our whole meaning, our whole purpose. There wasnât anything else. Until the Order. Until you.â
He has to find his way back. He has to tell her about the war. About their history. About her brothers. He has so much left to teach her. He was willing to go through with Plan 99, and had meant the words with his last breath.Â
Only the plan had failed, and he had drawn breath again against all odds.Â
âIâm picking up a heat signature over here,â a voice says. It isnât modulated through the comm of a helmet, but that doesnât make Tech fear any less. He can crawl further into his cave, hope that he isnât worth coming after.Â
Before he can force his fragmented body to move, a set of hands claws into the narrow opening, fingers trying to find holds on the remains of his armor. He wants to struggle, to pull away, but perhaps he is more injured than he initially realized. Perhaps it was adrenaline that pushed him this far.Â
Perhaps he is dying after all.Â
PerhapsâŠthis is the end.Â
He is dragged out roughly and dropped. He cries out in pain.Â
âWhat are you doing here, Empire scum?â the voice demands.Â
Tech coughs, a rattle deep in his lungs. That is not good, he thinks faintly. âI amâŠâ he gasps out, â...not with the Empire.âÂ
âYouâre a clone.âÂ
âI have freewill,â Tech bites out, fingers clawing into damp earth. Dew has settled. âMy brothers and I chose against the Empire.âÂ
âYour brothers,â the voice scoffs, voice saturated with disdain. âYou mean other clones.âÂ
Something inside Tech breaks. These individuals, whoever they are, hate the Empire. Hate him. Hate his brothers. But they are his only chance now. He wonât survive much longer on his own power. âPlease. I want to go home.âÂ
âWhy would we help you? Why shouldnât I just end you now, put you out of your misery?âÂ
âBecause I have information that might be valuable to you,â Tech says, and maybe some unchecked emotion leaks through, but he is too exhausted and shattered to care.
A boot rolls him to his back, and Tech is staring up into a twilight sky. The misty clouds he fell through have cleared, and stars blink down at him, brilliant pinpricks of light. Even without his goggles he sees them. Omega loves the stars.Â
âProve that you have information we want,â the voice says.Â
But Tech canât think of anything to say before his thoughts and vision go dark.Â
TBC
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Vladimir Verevochkin in Survival game (ĐĐłŃĐ° ĐœĐ° ĐČŃжОĐČĐ°ĐœĐžĐ”)
At the escape attempt Semyon accidentally shots Tanya and decides that itâs better to finish them all off and be on his own
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Whump Prompt #1139
A comes back from an excursion and theyâre exhausted beyond relief. Theyâre covered head to toe in scrapes and bruises and have gone perhaps too long without a meal that wasnât rations/protein bars/energy drinks. They listlessly stumble from the transport, and head straight to their room to decompress; the team know better than to intervene at this stage.
So in the shower A goes, maybe still in their underwear and t-shirt as they sit on the tiled floor; letting the warm water pulse at strained muscles and rinse away perhaps weeks worth of grime.
Maybe ten minutes later, or however long they decide to give A, B quietly slips into the shower with them, and begins to coax them through washing their hair and body. A doesnât speak, theyâre too tired, and B knows better than to expect an answer. When theyâre finished, C is patiently waiting on the other side of the shower curtain; armed with a warm towel and fresh bandages if theyâre needed.
In the bedroom adjacent, D has prepared the bed, and laid out clean clothes for A, as E carefully steps into the room with a tray loaded with food/snacks for A to eat when theyâre ready. The team know better than to expect A to have a full appetite at this stage.
They fall asleep together that night, thankful A is back (mostly) unharmed. A has a smile on their face as they drift off to sleep.
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Another Way to Be
Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for being so generous in letting me put their boy Morja in Situations, and many apologies to them as well for holding onto this story for so many months while waiting for me to finish it.
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Morja is a diathĂ©simos, one of a class of indentured servants owned by societyâs elite - though some would call them slaves. He has been tasked with a mission of critical importance by his anĂłteros: to infiltrate a dangerous family that has taken refuge in the north, and kill the criminal that they are harboring: Gavin Stormbeck.
âIt is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.â
â Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)
Your Part to Kill | My Part to Die | To Die Quietly | Despair | Dawn | Breakfast Part 1 | Breakfast Part 2 | To Die Without Flinching | Relief
Contents: conditioned whumpee, implied past murder, false execution, misunderstanding whump, flashbacks, PTSD, guilt, past offscreen murder of children, forgiveness, recovery, collared whumpee, collar removal
Note: in @newbornwhumperfly's story, it is not canon that Morja has killed children.
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Isaac separated Morja from the rest of the family again, a few days later, like a wolf cleaving a single sheep from the herd. Morja watched it happen - watched as Isaac suggested Gray, Vera, and Tori leave in their car to go into town. Then he watched as Finn and Ellis slipped out, encouraged by Isaac again. Sam and Gavin were harder to convince. Still, as Morja washed the dishes from the morning breakfast, scrubbed the counters that were already clean, wiped every surface in the kitchen and then wiped them all again - he could feel Isaacâs eyes on his back. He could feel the presence of Gavin Uriah on the couch next to him in the living room, too, and Samâs in their room.Â
Morjaâs hands shook as he worked. He wanted to ask for something else to do, but the thought of breaking the heavy silence made his stomach clench. He reached for the broom and began to sweep the already spotless kitchen floor.Â
âHow about you go take a walk around the lake?â Isaac said gently to Gavin. âGet some fresh air. Youâve been inside all day.â
Morja froze, straining his ears for Gavinâs response. He didnât hear one.Â
Not only a useless diathésimos, but an eavesdropper, too. He set the broom aside and turned toward the back door.
âWhere are you going?â Isaac called after him.
Morja froze. His heart pounded. His hands balled into fists. His spine was a rod inside his body, perfectly straight, as he turned and looked at the two of them. âIâm sorry,â he croaked, throat dry. âI didnât mean⊠I was just going toââ
âIâll come with you, if you want to go outside,â Isaac said, and he got to his feet.
âNo,â Gavin breathed. His hand locked on Isaacâs wrist, pulling him back.Â
Isaac stared down at Gavin for a long moment. Finally, he murmured, âI just want to talk to him. Alone.â
Gavin shook his head. âNo.â The word was barely louder than a breath.Â
Isaac turned, showing Gavin his back. Morja blinked, confused, before he realized - there was no gun tucked into Isaacâs waistband. That didnât matter, Morja knew, Isaac could have a knife concealed on him and end Morjaâs life that way. Or just use his hands. DiathĂ©simos could be deadly with anything they were given. Morja had ended enough lives with his bare hands to know that.
Isaac turned back to Gavin and knelt, holding Gavinâs face in his hands. âI swear,â he whispered, and the gesture was so intimate that Morja turned away, face flushing. âIâm not going out there to kill him. I swear, I swear, I just want to talk.â He sucked in a breath. âD-diathĂ©simos to diathĂ©simos.â
Gavin took in a breath, too. Morja stared at the floor.Â
Tactically, it was a good strategy to get Morja alone. He wondered what Isaac would say to Gavin once Morja was dead - what he would have to say to repair the trust Isaac was breaking right now.
Finally, Gavin nodded in Isaacâs hands. Isaac pressed a kiss to Gavinâs forehead and rose to his feet once again.Â
âLetâs go,â Isaac said flatly. He brushed past Morja and slid the back door open. Morja followed behind, silent and still.Â
He had already had Isaacâs gun pressed to his head once. He knew Isaac Moore would not hesitate this time.Â
He trailed behind Isaac as Isaac walked out over the grass behind the house, then onto the pebbly beach of the lake. Isaac walked in silence. Morjaâs legs moved mechanically, bearing him along, his hands and head numb. He wondered where and when Isaac would tell him to get on his knees and execute him with quick, clean efficiency.Â
Isaac had hesitated before. And diathĂ©simos never hesitate.Â
DiathĂ©simos never show the enemy their back, either. But Isaac was walking only a few steps ahead of Morja, and Morja was staring at his empty waistband.Â
Once they were about a quarter way around the lake, Isaac stopped walking. Morja knew without looking back that they must be out of sight of the house now, or at least the rear windows.Â
He wanted to say goodbye to Sam.
He dropped to his knees.Â
Isaac wanted something else from him, last timeâ
Shaking, shaking, he crossed his wrists behind him.Â
âGet up, Morja, Iâm not killing you today,â Isaac said without turning around.Â
Morja choked on a sob. He stared up at Isaacâs back, the pebbles digging into his knees through the soft sweatpants they had given him.Â
He was tired of the tricks, of the games - ah, diathĂ©simos, I never told you to scream, I only told you to beg, now contain yourself or Iâll bring in another friend to enjoy you tonight - he was tired of the nightmares.Â
He was tired of never knowing when a correction was coming. Let one come now.
He held his tongue and bowed his head. His shoulder ached from holding his arms in the position they were in, but he would hold them there as long as it took.Â
Isaac whirled on Morja. âI said get up,â he snarled. Morja flinched minutely. The motion was hardly noticeable at all.Â
He flinched hard when Isaac held out a hand in front of his face. He steeled himself and braced for the correction. Heat spread through his face in anticipation of the blow. This, he knew. He closed his eyes.
The wind made a soft sound through the bushes and trees around them as Isaac stood motionless in front of Morja. The pebbles ground into his knees, but he hardly noticed it.Â
Other than the barn, he had not been made to kneel in so, so long.Â
âPlease,â Isaac whispered. His voice sounded so broken that Morjaâs eyes opened in shock. The hand in front of his face was still there, motionlessâ
Not motionless. Shaking.Â
âPlease,â Isaac said again. âPlease get up.â He opened his hand further and reached for Morjaâs bicep. Morja let himself be pulled to his feet. Helped to his feet.
As he staggered upright, his hand landed on Isaacâs wrist. Isaac allowed the touch, allowed the weight. Once Morja had righted himself, he pulled away, staring at his feet. They stood together in silence, closer than they had ever been. Isaac made no move away from Morja. Morja stood stock still - gunpowder near a flame. A wrong move, and the explosion might destroy them both.Â
Still, Isaac didnât seem uncomfortable with Morja so close. He tucked his hands in his pockets and looked out over the lake. The sun shimmered on its surface in the late afternoon. It looked more like a pane of glass than water.Â
âIâve been thinking about what Iâ what happened.â Isaac said. He swallowed thickly. âAbout what I did. What IâŠâ He wet his lips and stared at the ground. âWhat I almost did.â
âI understand it,â Morja said. âI am⊠I wasâŠâ
âItâs not about that,â Isaac said. âI know it. And I think you do, too.â He bent to pick a particularly smooth and flat stone from the beach. He straightened and flicked it over the surface of the lake. It skipped along the top several times before it slipped beneath the surface, sending ripples in every direction.Â
âBut IâŠâ Morja blinked, staring at Isaac. âI did. Try. I mean⊠I apologize. I did try to kill yourâŠâ He lapsed into silence.Â
âYouâve been⊠forced,â Isaac said. âAnd I⊠I know what that⊠means. What thatâs like.âÂ
If you return without proof of death, diathĂ©simos, itâll be you on the rack next.Â
Morja shivered and looked out over the lake with Isaac. Large white birds twisted and soared in the air currents above it. His eyes followed them for a while.Â
Isaac broke the silence. âItâs not just that,â he whispered, pained. âI mean, IâŠâ He glanced back at the house. It was a brilliant white smear on the edge of the lake. âEven after Gray⊠found⊠me⊠I didnât stop killing. Even when I⊠even whenâŠâ He drew a hand over his face. The pale scars at his wrist peeked out from his long sleeve. âEven after I knew there was⊠a different way. I⊠I killed someone on⊠on our side.â
Morjaâs throat tightened. He said nothing, just looked at Isaac.Â
Isaac chewed his lip and kept going. âIt was an argument that got out of hand. They were⊠going after Gray about a difference of opinion on how to handle a syndicate target. Gray was calm, and the other person⊠wasnât. And they⊠they raised their hand to Gray, and Iââ He let out a choked sound and sank into a squat beside Morja.Â
The birds whirled above them, indifferent to the tears that glittered on Isaacâs cheeks.Â
Isaac shot to his feet again, swiping the tears away. âFuck,â he breathed. He glanced at Morja. Morja looked at the ground, bowing his head again. Isaac huffed out a bitter laugh. âYou ever kill any kids?â
Shame clutched Morjaâs heart. He swallowed, swallowed again. His hands squeezed into fists again.
They were enemies, diathésimos. An enemy is an enemy, no matter their age. Be careful, or I may suspect that you are beginning to sympathize with our enemy.
âYes,â Morja said, more a breath than a word.
âYeah,â Isaac responded, nodding. âMe, too.âÂ
More tears shone on Isaacâs cheeks, now. Gooseflesh rippled on Morjaâs arms. His throat tightened. His eyes prickled, and he squeezed them shut.Â
Samâs body, juddering under his knife, flashed across his vision. He opened his eyes with a soft gasp.Â
Isaac was looking at him with curiosity. Morjaâs lips trembled as he returned the look.
âIs there a way to be something other than this?â Morja said with a numb mouth.Â
Isaac was silent for so long that Morja thought he wasnât going to answer. The lake made little ripples on the gravel. One bird landed on the lake and floated. It was joined by another, then a third. The wind moved through Morjaâs hair.Â
âI donât know,â Isaac finally said. âIâm⊠trying to figure that out. With Gavin. With Sam. With my family.â
âAnd⊠could IâŠ?â Morjaâs knees shook. He was ready to let them fold, if it was the wrong question.
He was always ready to kneel.
âCould I⊠try⊠as well?â he whispered.
Isaac looked at him, then out across the lake. He nodded. âYeah,â he said. He rubbed his fingertips along the scars along his throat, the ones that marked him for what he was - or used to be. âYeah. I think you could.â He turned to keep walking along the edge of the lake. âWant to keep moving?â he said softly.
Morja paused. âWill youâŠ?â His hand drifted up and trailed along the edge of his own collar, still buckled tightly around his throat. âWill you help me?â
Isaacâs gaze softened as he stepped forward. Gently, slowly - so slowly - he raised his hands and loosened the buckle of the collar. Just as gently, he drew the collar through the buckle until it was just a strip of leather hanging on Morjaâs shoulders. Morja held one end of the collar in a shaking hand. As he did, Isaac covered his hand with his own.Â
Slowly, Morja pulled the collar away until it slithered off his shoulders and hung from his fingers. He turned, resolutely, and faced the lake. Then, with perfect precision, he wound up and hurled the collar into the center of the lake, startling the birds who had decided to take their rest there.Â
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Whumptober 2024
No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY
Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)
A/N: A big contrast from my last one, here's a good, old hurt/comfort fic featuring our favorite wet cat character, Quill Kipps. Looking back on it, I kind of wish I could have included something about the Lockwood family's misfortunes for "familial curse," but I'm happy with this overall. Hope you enjoy!
Cold.
Quill Kipps had never felt this cold before. It seeped deep into his bones like poison, replacing all energy and joy. The gaping wound in his side, an open window to the chilly air, only worsened it.
And yet he felt at peace.
It was alright if he died here. Sure, he had hoped to knock a couple more things out before he kicked the bucket. He wouldâve liked to see somewhere other than London and his hometown, maybe get a chance to mend things with Jesper and the rest of his family. They didnât know he had quit Fittes. The letter he had written to them still sat on the table in his dingy flat. Knowing Lockwood, he would do everything in his power to get it to them when he was gone.Â
However, all those regrets sat surprisingly light on his mind. He had always suspected something like this would become of him. Ghost touch, a deadly fall, a rapier to the gut, or any of the other misfortunes he had witnessed in his something-odd years in the business, those pointless mortalities he saw in his sleep.  Jamie, Samir, Marcus, Ned⊠Poor Ned⊠the boy had deserved so much more than what life gave him. They all had.
Quill may have let the power of being employed at Fittes get to his head, but he was an agent at heart, always had been.  At least this way, it had meaning. And he wouldnât have wanted it any other way.
The void called. It was remarkable, how at peace he felt, the thought of simply letting go, of leaving the cold behind sounded incredible at the moment. Now that he knew what was waiting for him on the Other Side â or a part of it, anyways â he found that he wasnât scared.
Voices from the land of the living echoed in the back of his mind. He was moving; at least, he thought he was moving. It was hard to tell, when he was drifting outside of his body, like a spectator to a badly choreographed sitcom. Shouting, crashing, explosions â the typical Lockwood and Co. flare.Â
Speaking of which⊠He recalled how Lucy and the spiky-haired boy had stared at him, before crossing the gates the second time. He supposed that was one thing that saddened him; these kids had already lost so much. They all had. But Lockwood and Co. had become a sort of⊠family. If one subscribed to the âfamily is who you chooseâ saying â which he didnât. Besides, he hadnât really chosen them. Someone aside from Barnes had to make sure they didnât get themselves killedâŠ
Still, if there was one thing Quill wished he had time to do, it was to thank them.
Thank you for being the family I chose.
Oh well. It seemed like that wasnât happening any time soon. Or ever. The pull to Nothingness was getting stronger by the minute. Even Nothingness seemed warmer than the chill that clutched his body in an iron grip, the icy pain in his sideâ
Then Quill felt warmth.
Not the type of warmth that death offered, no, this was real. Quill marveled blearily at the heat that wrapped itself gently around his hand, stopped his consciousness from drifting, grounded him thoroughly in the real world. Which was not entirely a good thing, when his side hurt more than anything he had ever felt before.
Still, curiosity got the better of him. With momentous effort, he pried open his eyes, and was greeted by the blurry, anxious face of Holly Munro. Her lips formed words as she gestured to someone else, somewhere else. Her typically neat hair was disheveled from their unpleasant adventure, and she was bleeding heavily somewhere on the side of her face, but it was her steady grip that he felt around his hand.
As Quill forced his eyes open again â he wasnât sure when they had fallen shut. It could have been two seconds, or two eternities since they left the basement in Fittes House for all he knew â a second, more shapeless face, adorned with battered glasses, bruises, bandages, and a pathetic flop of straw-like hair, appeared next to Hollyâs.
Not exactly the view he had expected as he died â his team looked a lot like Visitors themselves at this point â but a tiny ember settled in his chest as warmth enveloped his other hand.Â
No, this wasnât a bad way to go at all.
Somewhere, sirens wailed. It was a high-pitched sound, piercing his murky consciousness like a screaming spirit.  As it ebbed and flowed, he let his eyes drift closed, listened to the fragments of conversation around him. A wash of calm came over him as a memory drifted through his consciousness, of his cousin, Jesper, carrying him to the bedroom he shared with his younger cousins, after he had sworn he could stay up until the stroke of midnight on New Yearâs Eve with the adults. The sound of voices through the walls, distant yet comforting, because you knew you werenât aloneâŠ
ââhe make itâŠ?â
âDonât knowâŠâ
ââang in there, KippsâŠâ
âKipps?â
âA little longerâŠâ
âAlmost thereâŠ!â
âWeâre losing him!â
ââŠLosingâ!â
The first thing Quill remembered was how he hoped he hadnât come back.
Is this what it feels like, being dead?
He was floating in a dark abyss, as murky and indistinguishable as the bottom of the Thames. He remembered how dark the Other London had appeared past the spirit gate, devoid of all warmth and happiness.Â
But he didnât feel cold at allâŠ
Maybe he was past Other London, then? Through the silvery doorway into the next world? Wasnât there supposed to be trumpets, and singing, and laughter in the Kingdom? Or maybe he wasnât quite there yet, stuck somewhere in between⊠it certainly didnât seem like it, with how very dark and silent it wasâŠ
Wait! It wasnât completely quiet. He could hear muffled sounds, like he was listening to something past lumps of cotton shoved in his ears. A low, constant humming, a repetitive beeping, and the quiet drone of voices⊠yes!  Voices! Gathering his insufficient strength, Quill slowly and tediously dragged himself out of the thick, clinging weight of the darkness. Gradually, the murmurs became more pronounced, recognition flickered in the back of his mind. He knew those voicesâŠ
But with Quillâs returning clarity, also came the realization that he was not dead, unless dead things felt pain, because every inch of his body seemed to hurt. He let out a low groan as he shifted stiffly under thin, white sheets. The muted conversation halted, Quill finally opened his eyes, four battered faces stared at him, wide-eyed.
And all at once, four people began speaking rapidly.
âThank goodness youâre okayââ
ââwere so worriedââ
âKipps, you absolute moronââ
ââThought youâd died!â
âSâ Shame, reallyââ
âDonât say that, George!â
Just when Quill was sure his head might explode from so much noise being crammed into his dazed, half-conscious brain, a fifth intervened.
âThatâs enough, you four.â
Lucy, George, Lockwood, and Holly fell silent and parted as Inspector Barnes appeared in their midst. He looked more hangdog than usual, his mustache drooped forlornly, and his shirt and jacket were woefully wrinkled, but it was a welcome sight, if a little surprising. Quill was somewhat acquainted with the man â he seemed to follow in the wake of whatever chaos Lockwood and Co. created. As to why Barnes was there now⊠he had no idea.
âGood to see you awake, Mr. Kipps,â Barnes said gruffly, but to Quillâs surprise, genuine relief hid behind the words. âYou had us all worried.â
âSpeak for yourself,â George muttered, to get a violent elbow from Lucy and Holly, in quick succession. He was looking significantly better than he had only a week ago, but he was wearing a horrendous orange sweater. That, and a new lock of stark, white hair stood out against the rest of his dirty blond mop. The same could be said for Holly, whose hair was back up in its typical, neat state.
Quill rolled his eyes, a dry smile spread across his lips. âYou would have missed me, Cubbins,â he croaked.
âWould I, Kipps?â
Wearing his usual ensemble, only without his signature coat, Lockwood stepped forward before their banter could get out of hand. The gash above his brow, inflicted by the late Sir Rupert Gale, was taped together neatly.  Like all of them, he was looking a little worse for wear, but his cheeky grin was as bright as ever. âWe all would have missed you, Quill. And you did have us worried.â
âYouâve been out for three days,â Lucy added. She had been mostly quiet until now, but she looked⊠content. At peace. He recalled their brief exchange, there at the second spirit gate. It had been so brief, but it felt like there was a new understanding between them.
 Three days⊠that meant the fallout of their little, world-altering, conspiracy-destroying, death-defying âadventureâ must have been well in motion by now. They all knew their actions would cause an irrevocable shift in the world they knew, but what that was? He couldnât imagine just yet.
âWhat happened?â he asked, trying to sit up in bed, only to be caught off-guard by sudden pain in his side. Whatever painkillers the doctors had him on had dulled it to a manageable background noise, but with the movement it flared anew, and he couldnât hide his grimace.
Barnes put out a placating hand as Quill gave up on the attempt. âEnough for that later,â he said, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets. âNow, you should rest. Iâm not a doctor, but I do know that.â
âThank you, Inspector,â Lockwood said to Barnes with a grateful smile. âIâm sure you have a lot you have to see to.â
âYou have no idea, Lockwood,â Barnes grumbled, gave them a brisk nod, and left the cramped hospital room.
Once he knew Barnes was gone, Quill released a weary sigh into the comfortable silence. âAre any of you going to fill me in on what happened while I was out? The last thing I knew, Fittes House was crashing down around us, and youâre going to tell me things are still perfectly fine?â
âThereâs too much to explain,â Holly said, perching carefully on the foot of the bed. âBut I do have a question for you, actually.â
Somehow, Quill had figured that would be his answer. And to be perfectly honest, as curious as he was, now he didnât feel up to the mental gymnastics that figuring out cause and effect required. So, he nodded at Holly to continue.
âWhen we were on the ambulance, you, George, and I⊠you were saying something about wanting to tell us something,â she explained.Â
Quill felt his ears warming as the realization hit him. He cleared his throat, disguising it as a cough. Thank you for being the family I chose.  Nope. Not even the homicidal head of an illegal relic smuggling ring could get him to admit that.
âI canât recall.â
âAhâŠâ Holly said with a gentle smile. âthatâs alright.â
Another silence fell over them. Lockwood and Lucy shared a knowing look, while George adamantly cleaned his glasses on his horrendous sweater. Holly straightened out the already nicely arranged folds of her nicely ironed purple dress. Quill felt the sudden urge to cough again.
âBarnes was right though,â Lucy interjected, âyou should get some rest.â
âGladly.â Despite his relief at not being dead, and his desire to know what happened at Fittes House after he was carted away, he could feel fatigue creeping back into the edges of his mind. The thought of sleep was infinitely more appealing than whatever history-altering nonsense Lucy and Lockwood had caused in his absence at the moment.
Lockwood grinned, patted him amiably on the shoulder. âWeâll leave you to it, then.â
With that, the four members of Lockwood and Co began to file out. But Lockwood disappeared through the door, Quill felt the urge to say one last thing.
âTony?â
Lockwood stopped abruptly, turned around, eyebrow raised. Behind him, Quill could see a glimpse of Lucyâs curious and perplexed expression. For a moment, he tried to straighten out all the many things he wanted to tell them. He had a place because of them. âFound familyâ or not. In the end, he settled on the simplest thing he could think of.
âThank you.â
Lockwood blinked, before a genuine smile spread across his face. He looked so much like his sister when he smiled like that.
âRest up,â he said simply. âPortland Row is going to need a complete overhaul after this whole mess.â
âBye, Tony.â Quill inclined his head towards the doorframe. âLucy.â
Past Lockwoodâs shoulder, Lucy gave him an understanding smile. A moment later, the door shut behind them, and his friends were gone. Even so, an inexplicable warmth lingered in his chest as he drifted to sleep.
A/N: and yes, I do ascribe to the mildly popular theory that Kipps knew the Lockwoods prior to the famed fencing match. It just adds so much subtext to his and Lockwood's competitive relationship in the books! And the Kipps/Jessica ship has so much potential.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!
#whumptober2024#no.13#team as a family#multiple whumpees#lockwood and co#fanfic#quill kipps#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#holly munro#george cubbins#book canon#lockwood & co#post teg#book spoilers
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looking for a very specific sasusaku fic
Post war, team 7 coming back from mission when they realize Sakura has been poisoned. Then they basically see her go full medic nin at an abandoned cabin(that Narutos clones helped rebuild).
Scenes include:
Drinking game of never hace I ever, where Sakura shocked them with her BAMFness. He thinks she was more innocent.
Mostly, if not all, Sasukes POV
Talking to Tsunade through her sumons.
Using several scrolls as a makeshift lab
Spoilers:
While Naruto went to get Tsunade Sasuke and Sakura have moments. Culminated with Sasuke using chidori to shock the poison out of her. He wakes up to her sending a letter where she tels her mentor not to come cuz she's ok. Then they bang.
Pleasee, it was super well written
#Naruto#sasusaku#ao3#archive of our own#Tott#fanfiction#fist fanfict#sakura harun#sasuke uchiha#team 7 naruto#Team as a family
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i'm so sorry, i'm so confused, just tell me, am i out of time? a fic by @thefootnotes for @whumptober
âIâm telling you, my name is Henrietta Wilson and Iâm with the Los Angeles Fire Department. I need to speak to Bobby Nash, heâs here, heâs the technical advisor, itâs urgent, please, I need to talk to him.â âYou have to go through securityââ âHen?â Bobby practically shoots out of his chair, waving away the crew and ignoring the scoff of the director on the far side of the room. âHey, sheâs a friend.â
Or the one where mistakes have been made, it could cost someoneâs life, and Bobby just wishes he had been there.
T | bobby nash & the 118 | 1.2k whumptober day 13 - team as a family: familial curse, multiple whumpees, "death will do us part"
read on ao3.
#whumptober2024#day 13#team as a family#multiple whumpees#death will do us part#911#hen wilson#bobby nash#eddie diaz#evan buckley#chimney han#911verse#my fics
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Day 13 of Whumptober!
In this RPG both siblings died during an accident in this house and since then couldn't leave
If being shoved down the stairs and stabbed through the neck count as accidents...
#no ai art#art#artwork#my artwork#inktober#traditional art#traditional artist#ink#traditional painting#aquarelle#my ocs#original art#my art#artist#artists on tumblr#oc art#oc#oc artist#oc artwork#ocs#inktober 2024#whump#whumptober 2024#whumptober#day 13#team as a family#familial curse#multiple whumpees#death will do us part
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Dropping random Batman Whumptober bits because I enjoyed writing that. My friend keep insisting that I'm writing Cracktober, but who said there can't be a bit of fluff there as well?
"Daddy? Is Batman here?"
Bruce froze at the question asked in a childish voice, his right hand pressing awkwardly the gauze over his left shoulder. He turned and saw Gordon's son standing in the hall, in a dark green hoodie still on and with a backpack on one shoulder.
Jim recovered first. "No, Jimmy. It's just Mr Wayne."Â
"Oh." The boy looked perplexed for a moment, as if seeing Batman in his bathroom would have been less surprising. âGood evening.â
âHello.â Bruce relaxed and decided some explanation was in order. "I⊠Well, I had a motor accident this morning, but then I was told my... Someone very close to me was taken to hospital, so I didn't get this cleaned. Your dad was kind to help me out,â he said, glad that he didn't exactly have to lie to the boy.
"Falling from a bike sucks," the boy nodded in understanding, then glanced at what he could still see of Bruce's back and winced. "Did you wear a helmet?" The stern look he gave him made Bruce chuckle.
"Yes, I did.â
âAh, blast it,â Gordon shut the cupboard under the sink. âJimmy, do you know where mum put band aids? I need more.â
âI have some!â The boy dropped his backpack and retrieved a Halloween themed package from a side pocket.
"Thanks, but these are too small. I need a roll."
"Not for this one," Jimmy pointed at a wound over Bruceâs elbow and handed him the biggest band aid with a toothy pumpkin and a grinning bat.
Whole story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59640451/chapters/152109811
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Â NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harris Keane & Hetty Lange Characters: Hetty Lange, Harris Keane Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024, 9x23, 9x24, 10x01, Team as Family, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Set Up For Failure, Partner Betrayal, holding back tears, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Season/Series 10 Speculation, Yeah this is a lot of whump Summary:
A very deep and whumpy look into what the Season 9 finale and Season 10 premiere must have been like for Hetty.
#whumptober2024#no.1#no.2#no.3#no.8#no.10#no.12#no.13#no.16#no.19#no.20#no.22#no.30#no.31#race against the clock#trust issues#set up for failure#sleep deprivation#I can't think straight#just a little more#team as a family#I did good right#is there anybody alive out there?#emotional angst#oh that's not good#holding back tears#I'm alive I'm just not well#ncis la#fic#ptsd
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