#tw referenced mcd

[serickswrites]

Comfort & Joy

Warnings: grief, death, mcd, referenced mcd

Caretaker hated this time of year. They hated everything about it: the joy, the gatherings, and most of all, they hated that it reminded them of Whumpee.

Whumpee loved the holiday season. They lived for this time of year. As soon as Caretaker would allow it, Whumpee would decorate the entire house and bask in the glory of the holiday. They loved everything about the season.

"I see you everywhere," Caretaker said to the dark and empty house. "How can I not? Every window display. Every house that's decorated. It all reminds me of you." Caretaker closed their eyes against the tears that were threatening to overwhelm them. "I....I don't mind thinking about you. But when I do.....when I do I always end up thinking about what happened."

Caretaker didn't want to think about what happened to Whumpee. Didn't want to think about when they didn't know what happened. Didn't want to think about finding Whumpee. Or what was left after Whumper had grown tired of them and disposed of their body. Caretaker didn't want to think about that. They couldn't.

"Whumpee, I can't do this. I can't live without you like this. I can't. YOu always said this time of year was full of miracles. So can you do one for me now? Can you please just come back. Can you come back healed and whole? Can you please, please just be alive again. I can't live without you, Whumpee."

Despite Caretaker's sobbing, despite their begging, the house remained cold and dark. As it had every day since Whumpee's body was recovered. As it would remain until Caretaker's grief was no longer all consuming.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@pepeniascat

[chrysochroma]

Quackity Doesn’t Cry

@febuwhump day 2: holding back tears

TW: referenced violence, blood, gore, suicide/suicidal thoughts, MCD

Read on Ao3

aka: the 5 times Quackity refused to let himself cry and the 1 time he did

Quackity fell to his knees, hands clutching his face. Blood ran down his arms, pooling into the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and dripping onto his already thoroughly blood stained apron. His axe lay on the ground next to him, discarded in favor of an attempt to stop the blood pouring from his new wound. 

It felt like his face was on fire. The whole left side of his face felt numb, and he couldn’t see—he couldn’t even tell if he still had an eye. And his mouth, his lip , god, he would’ve cut off his own head if it meant stopping the pain. 

His tongue moved through a mouthful of blood, eventually tapping the edge of where he thought the wound was, as gingerly as possible. He was met with an unexpected empty place, a break in the otherwise solid wall that was his top row of teeth. 

His tooth. Where was his tooth?

He was breathing heavy, fast, still not getting enough air into his lungs. His hands were sticky, and so were his arms, and his knees, and he was in a pool of his own blood now. He was heaving, and shaking, and the eye that was still working was wide open, rapidly darting around his surroundings. He thought he saw something small and white among the red and gray that surrounded him. 

He felt the sting of salt as it entered his wound.

No. No . 

The feeling got worse as the fluid of his tears continued to mix with his blood. 

No, stop . He told himself. No. I don’t cry. 

♔

Quackity stormed through the gates to Kinoko Kingdom, his hands clenched into fists. It was a mistake coming here. He knew it. Clearly. God, he was so stupid . To think that there would actually be something here for him? Naïve at best. 

His throat felt tight. He nearly scoffed. Crying now, too? Who are you, Karl?

He almost let a tear fall. 

But why should he care if he’s crying? So what? Nobody gives a shit. It was raining. He couldn’t even tell if he was or not, he was already soaked. 

Still though. Crying . God, what had he been reduced to? Him—President of Las Nevadas—crying? Pathetic. 

He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. The bands of his engagement rings were cold against his skin. 

His breath hitched in his chest. He froze for a split second, then tore both rings off his fingers and clenched them in his fist, ready to chuck them to the ground, to never see them again, but stopped himself. However irrationally, however dumb it was, he stopped himself. 

He lowered his fist. He kept the rings. He kept walking. 

♔

“No!” Quackity threw his sword to the ground in frustration, its clattering against obsidian only adding to the cacophony of noise surrounding him. The alarm was still blaring in his ears, regardless of the fact that he had told Sam to turn it off already . 

He put his head in his hands and clenched his eyes shut tight, in somewhat of an effort to escape the truth he found himself facing. He fought to steady his breaths, albeit unsuccessfully. “Fuck. Fuck! ” He screamed into his hands for a few seconds, voice already going raw. 

Then he stopped, and collected himself, like the man he was. 

He inhaled sharply and stood up straight, letting his arms fall to his sides. He stared into the empty cell in front of him. 

He could feel a lump welling up in his throat. He could feel his vision getting blurry, his eyes getting wet. 

He clenched his jaw harder. He took another breath, face set. Then he spun on his heel and picked up his sword, striding out of the room before anything else could go wrong. 

♔

Quackity could barely breathe. He could feel the air rushing around him as he grew ever closer to the concrete below him.

He hadn’t known what he’d expected, really. On top of a tall building next to someone who evidently wanted him dead, it wasn’t a hard connection to make. Still, he found himself surprised to be falling, surprised to have been pushed off the edge, surprised at who had done it, surprised that he wasn’t the one doing it to himself. 

In hindsight, he had it coming. He hadn’t exactly treated Slime the best since he’d found him, but he tried.

Had he tried? He thought so. Maybe. He wasn’t too sure where that line stood. 

His eyes were wetter than normal, tears blurring his vision. He was staring straight into the sky, studying the clouds for as long as he could, trying to stop him from looking at Slime’s silhouette still looming over the edge of the building, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was probably less than 20 feet from hitting the ground. 

A fleck of liquid seemed to shoot up into the air as gravity dragged him down. He refused to acknowledge it. 

♔

Quackity sat down on the throne he had built for himself, amongst a silent, crowded room. Red clouded his vision but he was on the edge of calm, almost holding himself together. He crossed one leg over the other, staring at the lever in front of him, and the dusty lines of redstone leading off to either side of the room, where piles of TNT taller than he was sat lying in wait, for the lever to be flipped. 

He really wasn’t thinking about what he was about to do. He hadn’t stopped to consider what would happen after he flicked the lever in front of him, at least not beyond the extent of his death.

His surroundings were still, unmoving and unchanging, unlike how the casino usually was. He had shut the power off earlier, so now the room was only lit by whatever natural light could creep its way in, along with the occasional torch. The room felt unnatural without the plethora of flashing lights and ringing bells, and the drone of customers ready to gamble away their last paycheck. He would miss it, definitely. 

He continued to study the walls as his breaths grew more and more shaky. He knew he was about to start to cry, but honestly, he didn’t know if he had it in him. What was the point, anyway?

He gave a quick, cynical laugh, which immediately turned into a sob.

He reached forward and grabbed the lever.

♔

Despite all odds, Quackity was back in his casino, in front of his throne, surrounded by walls of explosives. An account of the events that had just transpired floated through his memory, slightly hazy. 

He sat back down on his throne, the lever still in front of him. He looked at it with a blank expression. 

He thought about his past, from his start in the election to where he was now. 

He set his head in his hands.

Finally, he let his tears fall freely. Finally, he let himself cry.

[serenaew]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Thank you and @givereadersahug for the tag, and sorry it took me 2 months to answer XD

Five fics that I've written... you torture me by making me choose!

tagging @sanctuary-angel, @renee561, @bintemuhammad, @trueliarose, @ttime42 (please don't be offended if I did / didn't tag you and you don't like it XD)

So, I decided to go for some of my less popular ones. But they're all my babies!

(list under the cut)

Snarry:

Wish not for a soul that is full of sin (4798 words incl. meta) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Merman Severus Snape, Severus Snape Lives, Pining, Inspired by Music, Classical Music, Rusalka (Dvorak), Undine (de la Motte Fouque + Reinecke), tw: near-drowning, Art, Digital Art, Poetry, Playlist, Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Retellings, merfolk lore, Worldbuilding, Romanticism, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Series: Part 1 of Ondine's Curse (will happen, one day.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for, with gorgeous Merman!Snape art by @hereiamwithmyninjaclan.

Severitus:

Christmas in Limbo (4623 words, WIP: 3/7) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, implied past Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Canonical Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Temporary Character Death, quite dark at times, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Severitus | Severus Snape is Harry Potter's Parent, Afterlife - sort of, Time Travel, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Lily meddles from beyond, Alternate Universe - A Christmas Carol Fusion, Implied Dissociation, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, We Need To Mess It Up To Fix It, Are We Sure This Ish Is For Children, Physics is Hard Series: Part 1 of Christmas in Limbo 'Verse

My (quite dark) attempt at a Severitus Christmas Carol Fusion. I hope to finish it this Christmas - I even have the ending drafted but I'm stuck for Ch. 4.

[Fic and Podfic] Ouroboros in Tribute (790 words) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape Characters: Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Lily Evans Potter (mentioned) Additional Tags: Poetry, Sonnets, Crown (Poetry form), Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Severitus | Severus Snape is Harry Potter's Parent, Sad Severitus, Past Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Hidden parentage, Severus Snape is Harry Potter's biological father, Grief/Mourning, Sad, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt No Comfort, POV Severus Snape, Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Harry Potter MIA, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (telling you more would give away too much of the sequels), Series: Part 1 of Forget Me Not

This is not, strictly speaking, a fic (poem & podfic, actually), but I am really proud of what I cooked up with my words.

Be warned: it hurts.

And, from the same universe: it is time (for it to be time) (3327 words, WIP: 1/5) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Past Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape - Relationship Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: alternative universe, Post-War, Severitus, Sad Severitus, Angst, Emotional Hurt No Comfort, Hidden parentage, POV Severus Snape, Severus Snape Lives, Harry Potter missing in action, Presumed Dead, implied MCD, Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Memories, Ritual Magic, Diary/Journal, Non-Linear Narrative Series: Part 2 of Forget Me Not

Really looking forward to finishing this - I'm a bit of a sadist and like turturing my readers and my characters with all the emotional pain.

Other HP Gen: (considering I wrote exactly one work for Doctor Who, and that's it in terms of writing fandoms for me - I am quite a bit more diverse in my audio work.)

Whoso list to hunt (2021 words) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aberforth Dumbledore & Severus Snape Characters: Aberforth Dumbledore, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Hog's Head Inn (Harry Potter), Unspeakables (Harry Potter), Unspeakable Aberforth Dumbledore, Job Interview, Pre-Canon, Unspeakable Recruit Severus Snape, Good Severus Snape Series: Part 4 of Unspeakable Mysteries Universe (will happen, as well, wone day)

Well, technically, this is also Snarry-adjacent, considering I wrote this as pre-prequel to the Unspeakable Mysteries Universe. This idea is my trying to say that Aberforth has massive Underesteimated Character Potential (tm).

[sasdavvero]

sasdavvero BNHA One-Shots Masterlist

Other Fandoms [No.6 - JJK] Masterlist

complete masterlist

they are in chronological order, from the first I published to the most recent unless specified, the ff are on Ao3

My Hero Academia

No Need For Words: one-shot, Dabi-centric, dabi&hawks [ita]

Hoping That's Enough: one-shot, Dabi/Hawks, angst and fluff (implied/referenced su*cide attempt) [ita]

That Day: one-shot, Dabi-centric, angst [ita]

Even If It's Fake: one-shot, Dabi/Hawks, unrequited love [ita-ao3/ita-efp/eng]

Tap Tap Tap: one-shot, Dabi/Hawks,fluff, post-canon [ita-ao3/ita-efp/eng]

Fake: one-shot, AroAce DabiHawks, first kiss [ita/eng]

I Miss You: one-shot, Hero!Dabi, character study/vent, TW // eating disorder [eng]

Nontiscordardimé: one-shot, Dabi/Hawks, MCD, hurt no comfort [ita-ao3/ita-efp]

Che Dio Ci Benedica: one-shot, Dabi/Hawks, smut and blasphemy (kinda crack) [ita]

Look: one-shot, POV 2nd person, Dabi-centric, Dabi/Hawks, requited unrequited love [eng]

I Want You: one-shot, Fem!DabiHawks, PWP, fluff kinda [ita-ao3/ita-efp]

Sete : one-shot, Dabi/Hawks, PWP, starts crackish, becomes smutty and goes to fluff [ita-ao3/ita-efp]

Fashion Advice: one-shot, Dabi&Alt!Dabi, Crack Treated Seriously, how Dabi chose his new look [ita-ao3/ita-efp]

Una Cena Con Inferno: one-shot, Dabi, TW // eating disorder [ita-ao3/ita-efp]

Letter To A Once Lover: one-shot, Fem!DabiHawks, AU - corruption/ the villains won, Letter [eng]

Only a Dream: Possession!Hawks/Canon!Hawks, PWP [eng]

No. 6

Home: one-shot, Nezushi, melancholic, slice of life [ita-ao3/ita-efp/eng/Tumblr link]

What Do You See? : one-shot, implied Nezushi, for the No.6 Secret Santa 2022, angst [eng/tumblr link]

Jujutsu Kaisen

Preferences: one-shot, Yuuta in the boobs scene but bi [eng]

just to try: one-shot, Yuuta/Inumaki, first kiss, fluff [eng/ita-efp/ita-wattpad]

Ligma: one-shot Yuuta/Inumaki, PWP (bj/hj), crack threated seriously [eng]

will it be enough for you?: one-shot, Yuuta/Inumaki, PWP + food as a metaphor for love [eng]

[wheezykat]

I posted 1,983 times in 2022

7 posts created (0%)

1,976 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@peachpety

@vukovich

@museiums

@ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

I tagged 530 of my posts in 2022

#drarry - 41 posts

#lmfao - 13 posts

#pansy mf parkinson - 11 posts

#drarry fanart - 9 posts

#i wanna live in a house filled with joy's art - 9 posts

#my baby is a real peach 🍑 - 9 posts

#stranger things - 8 posts

#harry potter - 8 posts

#ginsy - 8 posts

#draco malfoy - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Others (Offscreen) Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Muggle Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, It gets better I promise, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Sex Worker Draco Malfoy, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Panic Attacks, Touch Averse Draco Malfoy, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, (not between drarry and offscreen), these warnings sound dark but i promise it's not all that, Eventual Happy Ending, Coffee Shops, Coffee Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Eventual Smut, there are SOME feelings in here, as per usual, Illustration by Babooshkart, (feat in ch 2), Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

After the war, Draco tries to make a life in the Muggle world.

Potter keeps showing up.

14 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

❤ last lines! ❤

Thanks @phd-mama for tagging me!!

I've been working like crazy instead of writing (s i g h) BUT. I do have something for this :) from my self indulgent Panama ginsy fic!

“Mmm, el mundo es un pañuelo,” Parkinson murmers, reaching up to twist her long black hair to one side, “Only so many places to go, Ginevra.” 

Tagging my best bbs and beans @amorsindolor @vukovich @peachpety @calypsotempete @wynnyfryd @secretartlair @academicdisaster24 @nv-md @fw00shy @the-sinking-ship

24 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

drarry tag game

Thank you @calypsotempete and @vukovich for tagging me! How fun. Lol.

When did you get into Drarry and why? I was actually a Jily/Wolfstar shipper back in OG fandom days, and sometimes I would read Viktor/Hermione fic and drarry would be the side pairing. Anyhoo, got back into fandom in 2019 and went down the rabbit hole looking for some of my favorite older fics, somehow ended up in dramione-land and read practically every fic on AO3 for the pairing (I know this sounds crazy, and I wouldn’t believe it if it hadn’t happened to me 😂💀) and then was sad that I had read mostly everything. Dabbled a bit in Drarry fics, reading them at random while waiting for new WIP chapters, for a few months. Then I made a Tumblr. I saw art for Running on Air by @tinyhistory. I am a simple raccoon, I see pretty things, I click. I ended up reading the entire fic in one sitting. 

Which Drarry fic hooked you?  The Fallout by everythursday (Dramione) is the fic that dragged me back to fandom kicking and screaming. Running on Air is what brought me over to Drarry (and by god, is it beautiful!!), but the fic that truly hooked me was Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop.  I think that same week after I finished it, after the requisite amount of time spent staring at a wall and feeling as if my entire life had changed, I sat down and read through all of bix/firethesound/loveglows/lqt fics. There was not a lot of sleep happening. Lol.

Top three favorite Drarry fics: this was so difficult 😂 my 400 bookmarks are yelling at me! 

1. Coming Home by @nerdherderette

M, 9.8k - TWs: MCD, Grief/Mourning, Mild Sexual Content

Three years after his world was shattered, Harry tries to pick up the pieces at the place he once called home. 

I literally can’t even count the amount of times I’ve read this fic - I know that in 2021 I read it 18 times. 💀💀 And I’ve begged countless people to read it. It’s so gorgeous; the prose is exactly what you expect, entirely captivating and encompassing, and Harry’s grief feels so real. Though we don’t get a happy ending here, there’s something about this fic that holds my entire heart. This story taught me a lot as a writer about how a story doesn’t need to be fairy tales  and rainbows at the end to have a striking and meaningful conclusion that feels right. 

2. genesis (you don’t know what it means to win) by crossourbridges

T, 73.5k - No TWs

Harry Potter didn’t help the Malfoy’s because he owed them; he did it because it was the right thing to do. He’s not sure why he keeps going back to visit, except that it seems to annoy Draco Malfoy and he loves annoying Draco Malfoy.

Ya’ll. This Harry. He is the ultimate characterization for me. Honestly, this type of fic is largely not my style - it’s kind of light-hearted and humorous, and there is no smut (😭). BUT. and this is a huge but. The writing is so dynamic, and the drarry banter is SPOT ON, and there’s even some lovely interaction with Narcissa, who I absolutely adore in this story. It’s SO GOOD. I find myself coming back to this fic as a comfort read (because who doesn’t read 74k words for comfort). I absolutely fall in love with the boys all over again every time. I tend to keep this fic open in my tabs, that’s how often I read it!

3. the space between (what you want and what you need) by  disapparater  

M, 13.6k - TWs: major character injury, disability, sexual dysfunction

As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Okay. I’m not going to lie. This isn’t an easy read. (In fact, you’ll find that most of the fics I enjoy aren’t). But this is a heartfelt look at acquired physical disabilities, and also features an ace! Draco. Be still, my beating heart! Literary weaknesses abound! As someone who grew up with a disabled parent, who saw the journey in real time and up close, this fic speaks to me on a different level. I love the depth of Harry’s character, and I love the fact that this author chose to write from Draco’s POV as a healer. Being that we’re in Draco’s POV, it’s also incredible to read this fic and get to experience what is, in my opinion, a more accurate portrayal of asexuality/ace spectrum characterisation. As someone who is demi, I’m constantly on the lookout for ace rep in fiction, and this is one of my absolute favorites for that reason. (You can see some of my other ace/demi faves here in my bookmark collection).

HONORABLE MENTIONS

💕 Crown Witness by @slytherco - E, 70k. TWs - violence

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family.

When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything.

In which Harry and Draco learn that the way to each other might just have to go through the dingiest hotels in Britain.

💕 The Body Keeps Score by @amorsindolor - E, 13.5k. TWs - mentions of past trauma (not between drarry)

Draco cries during sex.

A story about touch, intimacy, and the healing we find through mutual trust and love.

💕 holemate by @vukovich - E, 18.9k. TWs - description of wasting disease

Most people never get a soulmate. Harry has buried three. When the mark appears again, this time alongside an American Auror, perhaps a diversion can keep everyone alive. A diversion that looks a whole lot like a chaotic, fuckable Malfoy.

💕 Have Your Cake and Eat It, Too by @peachpety - E, 3.9k. No TWs. 

Harry Potter loves his birthday… until he doesn’t.

All it takes is a miserable slice of jealousy, sprinkled with an unfortunate slip of the tongue, and doused with a heavy dollop of pining to turn Harry sour. Fortunately for him, Draco Malfoy is there to sweeten the day.

See the full post

28 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#2

six-ish sentences

whew. it’s been awhile since i’ve had anything to share (life is cray for me rn, iykyk) but some lovelies tagged me and whelp. i have this unedited lil nugget that isn’t for anything in particular (except my love of pansy and stuffing too many adjectives in my scenes). ty @vukovich @drarrymybeloved @the-sinking-ship  @mintamintathings for the tags <3

They’re in Panama, this time; the rattling of street carts and faint chatter mix with the sound of twilight waking, its insects chirping as the moon slowly rises against a bruised blue-red sky. A curl of smoke drifts, hazy and swirling in the balmy air, thick and lethargic. It’s heavy, hanging stilted and slow-rising, making the grey smoke lazy in its escape. 

Ginny sighs, watching for a beat, before her feet are moving her across the room. Inch by inch, slender legs reveal themselves, and her eyes can’t help but follow that bare skin up, up, up, their path only impeded by the thin, white cotton robe wrapping itself around Parkinson’s body. She’s languid, in the way she only gets when she’s away, when she knows Ginny has come at her beck and call once again, lounging loose-limbed, a fag hanging delicately between her fingers over the edge of the chair. 

“Thought you’d quit.”

Parkinson’s face turns, eyes flashing open as she lifts the cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag and exhaling it out the side of her mouth. 

“Thought you said you wouldn’t come.”

tagging my darlings @peachpety @corvuscrowned @calypsotempete @amorsindolor @wynnyfryd @nv-md @drarryruinedme @avenueofesc @mystickitten42 @thusspoketrish @softlystarstruck 

32 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

throwing rope

@nv-md, my darling. i present to you some shameless Ginny thirst art, and as a bonus, a wee pining Pansy POV. happy valentine’s day, and happy early bday, Ali! <3 i cherish you. all my love to @amorsindolor​ for the beta, hype, and endless wisdom. 💕 you can also read it on AO3! (you can see a better quality image too!) 

Pansy’s heels are rubbing, even encased in familiar worn leather as they are, her shirt sticky and starched from the sweat of the day. A little piece of her aches, small and sharp, watching as a faint smile crosses Ginevra’s lips, even in the thick of it all. The heat bears down on their backs as the sun burns across the skyline.

Wisps of hair escape Ginevra's braid —tickling her nose and sticking to the perspiration dotting her skin —a loop of rope held in her loose fist. It’s dusty today, much like it is everyday, a thin film of ochre infiltrating anything not locked down or closed up tight. The constant stomping of boots and hooves kicking up the earth is a regrettable exasperation, spinning tiny whirlwinds of grit to tuck into every crevice.

Pansy thinks that maybe she wasn’t quite built for this world, feeling shaky in her own skin, smothering it all up in sharp barbs and snarky quips, edging out anyone who might get close enough to find her out. But Ginevra, well. It’s like she’d been carved out of the mighty red rocks themselves, standing in strong relief against the backdrop. Taking her own place in the landscape, belonging to the earth and the sky and the stars. 

Ginevra laughs, looking at Pansy a split-second before she throws her rope through the air. 

It’s that feeling, those hidden looks and sly smiles, that tells her this much for certain: that she may be able to count her name among the rest of those great, big things that tether Ginevra to this world. 

And that Pansy wants to feel her own lasso pull taut. 

60 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[lildevyl]

DSMP FanFic Recommendations I

So, a few days @nastiiuu did a nice Recommendation of a DSMP FanFic called Evermore. So, per request, here's a list of different DSMP Recommendations that I have from my History, Mark For Later, and from my Bookmarks! Sorry, @nastiiuu that it took me a while to get this up! But I hope you all enjoy!

Stay safe and I will put the Summaries and Tigger Warnings in as well!

So, I will start off with the one the @nastiiuu recommended a few days ago!

Evermore

Summary: Prince Theseus, a child of blonde and blue, a child of isolation and a crave for touch. He's the youngest in the Royal Family, and somehow the most forgotten. The most neglected. The most alone.

Tucked away in his tower, the young prince watches the world move on without him, watches his family welcome two new princes into their arms, and yet reject him when he cries desperately from nightmares or shivers from a painful wound.

"Wilby?" The child had murmured, all curious and hesitant at once. He was tucked in his older brother's lap, watching as his other sibling sparred with their father. "We'll always be together, right? Forever and ever?"

Wilbur smiled. "Of course, Tommy. Forever and ever."

The Hanahaki rising in young Theseus' throat says otherwise.

TW: Isolation, Hanahki Disease, Angst no happy ending, Character Death, Villain!Dream, Manuplation.

The Exchange: My Life for Yours: I'm still reading this one, I'm on chapter 17 and it's ssssssssooooooooo good right now!

Summary: Tommy was a liability. Too annoying and too loud.

Techno didn't care about this child.

"Unless of course, you want call on that favor"

"Ok"

Then why he suddenly did?

TW: Villain!Dream, Canon Diverse, Kidnapping, Demons/Dreamons, Demon!Dream, Dreamon!Dream, Isolation, Manipulation, "A Deal with the Devil."

The Inevitability of Change: I just got caught up with this one and oh my Ghoul! This is intense and so good! I can't wait for the update!

Summary: Fuck it, he was allowed to do this, it would be better for everyone else anyway. They could do whatever they wanted and he wouldn’t be in their way. He wouldn’t cause problems anymore and he could have the perfect life that he had always wanted.

The egg extended a blood vine out to him. "Do we have a deal?" There was a level of smugness that Tommy recognized all too well from all his wars with Dream, it was the sound of an opponent knowing they’d won.

“We do, you dumb ugly bitch.”

or

Tommyinnit hated change. He'd witnessed so many people he cared about in his life change and hardly ever for the better. He just wished things could go back to the way they were when he had everything he ever wanted, a loving family who cared about him, a best friend who was always by his side. He craves this so badly that he makes a deal with the egg to get everything he's ever wanted.

or or

Tommy becomes a coraline kinnie

TW: Derealization, Unreality, Manipulation, Child Abandonment, Violence (later chapters), Explosions (later chapters).

Ties of the Puppet

Summary: Tommy hates how his mind feels trapped at that moment with Tubbo. The look in his eyes one Tommy had been forced to see far too many times. Wilbur’s eyes.

or

Tommy struggles with the trauma of his life and unhealthy relationships, Wilbur tries his hand at redemption, Phil and Techno learn to heal what's been lost.

TW: Mental Health Issues, Violence, Abuse, Redemption Arc for Tubbo, Healing for Tommy/Phil/Techno, some of the characters will seem a little OOC, Canon Diverse.

Forged By Truth (Or the Lack there of)

Summary: After his escape from exile failed spectacularly, Tommy only needed to be reminded that Dream saved his life a few times before it starts to sink in. Once his exile can continue again far away from any more distractions, Dream proceeds with his plan to craft the perfect weapon.

TW: Manipulation, Mention of Character Death (Character doesn't really die but the other characters don't know that), Suicidal Thoughts, Violence, Protégé AU, Tommy becomes Dream's Protégé, Angst, Whump.

Mask: I'm still working on this one but it's really, really, really good! A lot of Angst and Manipulation. So, please be careful when reading!

Summary: Dream knew Tommy was a naturally clingy child. That's why he found such satisfaction in having him exiled.

Dream didn't plan on Tommy clinging to him.

Dream was going to take advantage of the situation.

All Tommy needed was a bit of a push and then he would be completely broken.

Ready to be remodeled into the perfect weapon.

TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Attempted Suicide, Manipulation, Emotional and Mental Manipulation, Protégé AU, Broken!Tommy, Angst, Angst (possibly no happy ending but I'm not sure), Whump.

Lion's Cup, Tiger Stripes: I just finished this one and it's so good! Exile Arc but with a twist! Guest Appearances by Sad-ist, Late-August, Derivakat.

Summary: Tommy Innit knew what Dream was doing and was sure as hell not going through with it. So, by the third week of exile, as Dream starts to escalate his punishments, he leaves. One month later he runs into Purpled and hires him as a bodyguard while he travels.

Or Tommy runs away, stays in one village for a month to clear his head and decides to go travelling while dragging Purpled with him.

Or road trip pog.

TW: Angst, Angst with a happy, Found Family, Violence, Testing, Scares, Explosions (later chapters), I think that's all.

Valley of Serenity: This is a very long fic! It's about 60+ chapters so feel free to read in increments but this is a really good fic! Redemption Arc and Healing for the SBI Family!

Summary: After blowing up a nation, Wilbur throws a sword down at his father's feet and begs to be killed.

Phil, however, takes one look at the state of his children and decides he has other plans.

(post november 16th au where wilbur doesn't die. instead a family leaves the smp entirely, and learn how to live with each other again.)

"Fuck, I - I can't forgive either of you right now," Tommy says quietly. Despite the words, he hugs Wilbur tighter. "One day, though. I think one day I will."

"And we're still brothers, right?" Wilbur dares ask. Techno inhales sharply beside him.

They get a choked laugh in reply.

"Yeah. Brothers."

TW: Angst, Mention of wanting to die, Healing, a long road of healing, Mental Health Issues, Family Bonds, Angst but I think there is a happy ending, Violence, Mention of the L'Manburg exploding. Redemption Arc, Healing.

Breathing's Just A Rhythm: I finished this fic a few weeks ago and my ghoul! This is so good! Time Travel Fic with Dream, Schlatt, Tubbo, Tommy, and of course CHAT!

Summary: POGTOPIA??? WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?? TIMETRAVELBLADE. technotravel

“Chat, I did not time travel,” Techno said exhaustedly, “I don’t know what gave you that idea, but please calm yourselves.”

The voices started obnoxiously whispering at the top of their lungs. HE DOESN’T KNOW. PANIC

Or: Tommy, Tubbo, Jschlatt, and Dream all end up in the past. (Oh, and the Chat comes too) (mcd is a villain, this fic has a happy ending)

Or OR! Dream attempts to Time Travel in the past but winds only go back a few months ago during Pogtopia Area and he winds up bring a few unexpected victors with him! MEANWHILE: Karl is trying his damnest to fix everything with Time Travel Fiasco that Dream caused! B/C the Future selves and the past selves switched!

TW: Graphic Violence, Bodily harm (later chapters), Kidnapping (later chapters), Explosions (later chapters), Betrayal (later chapters I won't say who!), Isolation, Manipulations, Mental and Emotional Abuse, Trauma, Therapy (Finally these boys gets some), Good!Schlatt, Villain!Dream, Redemption Arc Wilbur and Schlatt.

I think I got them all?

Wrong Place for Redemption: This one of the stories that helped inspired Breathing is Just a Rhythm! Time Travel Fic!

Summary: -Previously titled Time Will Decide. Name taken from lyrics in 'A Sadness Runs Through Him' by The Hosiers

“Okay, why don’t you go see him.” Tommy didn’t know what he thought the afterlife was going to be like, hell he didn’t even know if it was a real thing. Maybe he’d see Wilbur, possibly Schlatt, but he didn’t expect to see a white castle and Karl.

Or where Tommy looses his final life to Dream in the prison only to be teleported back in time.

OR where Tommy is given a second chance and isn't going to blow it, not even if things start to get revealed (things that change everything) and discoveries are made.

This whole book has TW's: Child abuse, violence/murder, gore/blood, implied/referenced suicide, suicide, drinking, etc.

Parental Rights: Another good on going fic for me! Can you tell that I love some SBI/Found Family Fics here?

Summary: Sam wants to be there for Tommy. Wants to be his dad. Wants to be the one Tommy comes to when he's in trouble or excited over something. He'd happily legally adopt Tommy, but well... Tommy's actual father is in the way of that. Sam thought with how distanced Phil was with his son it would be easy to persuade him to give his parental rights over to Sam. But well... Tommy's stubbornness had to come from somewhere, right?

TW: Sleep Walking, Mentions of Exile, Healing Arc for Tommy, Healing Arc for Sam, Healing Arc for Tubbo, SBI, Healing Arc for Techno.

Allium: This is still on going, but oh man! This is getting really good!

Summary: What if Dreams plan for the Disc War finale had worked?

Tubbo dead, Tommy in the prison, SMP under his control. Allium Ashes.

TW: Major Character Death, Ghostbo (Ghost Tubbo), Manipulation, Isolation, Imprisonment, Prisoner Innit, Making someone believe they are responsible for something they didn't do, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission.

And How Can I Compete (With The World At Your Feet): God AU and this is really Fangtastic! Rated M for Graphic Violence and Attempted Sacrifice.

Summary: Tommy has been kept away from the world and held captive for four years, and now he’s about to be used as a sacrifice to a god. A blood god, to be specific. The Blood God. But, instead of accepting his captor’s sacrifice, the Blood God is in debt to Tommy. And he’s going to save him.

A universe where Technoblade, Wilbur, and Phil are all gods who have become quite protective of a mortal fifteen year old without a home.

This concept was based on a text post I saw, I think! I can’t find it anymore, but if you see it let me know!

TW: Blood, Violence, Attempted Sacrifice, Villain!Dream, Villain!BadBoyHalo, Occult Setting, God AU, Blood God!Techno, Angel of Death!Philza, God!Wilbur, Angel!Tubbo, Angel!Ranboo.

Death's Forest: This is a nice little One-Shot for the SBI, and Dadza fans! Set during Tommy's Exile. Don't worry! Dadza to the rescue!

Summary: “Can I see him?” Phil asks, blinking owlishly, as if he’s simply just asking. As if he’s not holding a threat behind those light words.

“Don’t push your limits.” Dream responds, and Phil only smiles with a slow nod.

The next day, Dream wishes he had answered differently.

Or

Phil isn’t quite human. He wants to visit Tommy during exile.

TW: I don't think there's any TW here, but if there is, please let me know!

Prince Theseus: Royal AU! Hybrid Tommy. Prince Tommy (Theseus).

Summary: Prince Theseus Craft of the Anartitic Empire, A child who could bring joy to anyone's day left to be forgotten by his family left to spend his days in his tower with nothing but his Maid and dear friend as company

Left to watch his older brothers laugh and smile as his father looks at them with love and the eyes of a proud parent he never saw directed to him, watch them both receive the love he craved so desperately from his father. Left him to envy his brothers yet grow jealous as that jealousy turns to a small flame of hatred growing steadily as time passes leaving him to make his final decision.

No longer will he be known as Theseus but as the Amazing Tommyinnit who could do anything who will prove his former family wrong and show he is better than what they think.

Which leads him to where he is now, a runaway prince who finds a new family brought together by hardship and their love of traveling the endless seas.

AKA :

16 yr old Prince Theseus changes his name to Tommyinnit and runs away from his royal family who neglected him and finds a real family on a ship who just so happened to be pirates as well.

TW: Isolation, Mention of a Minor Character Death, Running Away, Royal AU, Hybrid Tommy, SBI, Neglect, Pirates, Found Family, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Magic.

Therapy Marriage: Okay, I'm adding this one for some Wholesomeness, and Fluff with some Angst but there should be a Happy Ending!

Summary: but for some reason, tubbo (and possibly ranboo, although he doubted this was his idea) had got it into his head that tommy needed therapy or some shit.

which, fine, maybe he had a little bit of an issue. he did freak out at damage, and weapons, and he had reached out to puffy, but he was okay! he didn’t need tubbo to pity him.

but- here was where the weird part came in- tubbo wanted tommy in his marriage.

TL:DR Tubbo wants to help Tommy and decides that the best method is by marrying him as well. Ranboo just goes along with it.

*****

Okay, this post has gotten very long! I do apologize for that! So, I'll add others to another Post!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Countdown

by itya

A family of four becomes a family of three.

They cope.

Or they don't.

Words: 1832, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Discussions of grief, Grief/Mourning, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Sleepy Bois Inc Angst, Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, yeah basically big tw for dicussions of suicide, This is so hard, there's mcd but it's off-screen

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41275110

[serickswrites]

Get In

Warnings: survivor’s guilt, grief, referenced death, referenced mcd

“Get in, Caretaker,” Friend said as they opened the car door. 

Caretaker stared silently at the ground, tears filling their eyes and making it difficult to see. The vice that had been on their heart since Whumper took Whumpee and them hostage hadn’t let up. The inability to breathe since....since...since everything happened hadn’t lessened. Everything was just too much. 

It was too much that Whumper took them. It was too much that they took Whumpee. It was too much that Whumpee had been grabbed because of Caretaker’s carelessness. And it was too much that Whumpee was dead. 

Because of them. 

Whumpee was dead because of Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t listened to Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t taken Caretaker’s offering of themself seriously. Whumpee was dead because Whumper had wanted Caretaker to live. 

But Caretaker couldn’t live in a world without Whumpee. Couldn’t live in a world without light. And they couldn’t live in a world knowing that Whumpee’s light had been snuffed out instead of theirs. 

“Caretaker,” Friend said softly, “I think it would be good for you to visit--”

“I can’t go see them. It’s my fault that they’re there.” Caretaker’s words tumbled out. And once those tumbled out, more followed. “They’re there because I was stupid. Because I was reckless. Because I couldn’t make Whumper listen to me. Because I couldn’t save them.”

Friend wrapped their arms around Caretaker as Caretaker sobbed. “Whumpee’s gone because of what Whumper did. Not you. Caretaker, you didn’t do anything wrong. Whumpee wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. They would want you to live. And be happy.”

“I can’t be happy. Not without them.”

Friend rubbed soothing circles on Caretaker’s back. “Maybe not now. But one day, one day you’ll be happy again, Caretaker. And Whumpee will be smiling down at you.”

[serickswrites]

I Can't Stand Seeing You Like This

Warnings: grief, mcd referenced

"I can't stand seeing you like this," Caretaker said as they sat down in the chair opposite of Whumpee. "It's really not ok."

Caretaker pulled the blanket their friend had given around them tighter. "You really didn't prepare me for what things would be like. What it would feel like. I can't stand it!" They scrubbed their face, wiping the tears away before Whumpee could notice.

"Of course I'm mad at you. Who wouldn't be mad? You would be so pissed at me if the tables were turned. I'm so mad that I barely want to look at you."

Caretaker looked away for a moment, blinking back the tears. They sighed. Everyone had told them they needed to be honest about how they were feeling. They needed to acknowledge their feelings. "But mostly, Whumpee, I am so sad. I am so heartbroken that you didn't warn me. That I didn't realize what could happen. That I," their voice broke as they began to sob," that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

Caretaker reached out to brush Whumpee's grave stone. "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye because you said it would all be alright. Well this isn't alright. Nothing is alright, Whumpee. You left me behind! How could you!"

Caretaker stayed like that for a while. They weren't sure how long they sat there sobbing over Whumpee's grave. They wiped their face. "I'm not ready to forgive you yet, Whumpee. You could have told me what might happen. You could have warned me. You didn't let me prepare. Or help! But," they let out a big sigh, "I know you were trying to protect me. And I can't fault you for that."

They stood up, folding their chair carefully. "I just wish you were back, Whumpee. So that I could hug you, kiss you, and never let you go."

[serickswrites]

Unhand III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, blood, wounds, burns, rescue, mcd

Caretaker spent the first week of Whumpee's captivity partially recovering. Every time they showed up to try and help the team in their search for Whumpee they were sent home.

"Caretaker, you were seriously injured, too. You need to rest. You'll be no good to Whumpee if you end up getting even more sick." Teammate Two had said as they pointed to the door.

Caretaker had protested, but it didn't matter. The whole team ganged up on Caretaker until they were forced to return to their empty house. The truth was it was hard for them to think--they're head still hurt and their body still ached.

But Whumpee was at Whumper's mercy. Whumpee had been taken because of them. Was likely being tortured because of them.

The second week of Whumpee's captivity, Caretaker dove head first into the search. The team had made minimal progress. It was maddening. There simply was not enough information.

They had checked all of Whumper's usual haunts. No one had seen or heard from Whumper in weeks. They had checked all of the remote parts of the city where Whumper might take Whumpee for some privacy. But Whumper wasn't there.

By the third week, Caretaker had rescued three other citizens were in danger, but none of them were Whumpee. They should have been happy they saved three innocents. But they couldn't be happy. Whumpee was missing. Whumpee was taken. And it was because of their stupidity. Not Whumpee's.

"Caretaker, these things take time. Whumper still has them. We'll find them. Whumpee is smart. They're probably working on a way out as we speak, " Teammate One said as the team prepared to stop their search for the day.

Caretaker didn't want to stop. They had to work around the clock to find Whumpee. Whumpee was being tortured! But the team needed sleep. Everyone had been burning the candle at both ends and it showed. The team had been running themself ragged hunting for Whumper.

As Caretaker drove home they made a promise to Whumpee that they would continue to look for Whumpee after they took a nap. Even they needed sleep. "I'm sorry," Caretaker said as they parked their car next to Whumpee's. Whumpee's was covered in dust due to disuse. "I just need two hours. Then I will go back to finding you. Please, forgive me," Caretaker muttered as they walked into their empty house.

Their home was painfully silent and cold without Whumpee. They never realized how much light and sound Whumpee brought with them. But as they walked into their darkened bedroom, fully planning on face planting into bed fully clothed, Caretaker realized just how much light Whumpee brought to their life.

Caretaker froze as they realized their bed wasn't unoccupied. "Whumpee?"

Someone, or something, lay beneath the blanket. It had to be Whumpee! They had figured out a way home. "Oh, darling, you must be so exhausted!" Caretaker flicked on the light and flipped back the covers. The unearthly scream that ripped from their throat did not compare to the shattering of their heart.

Whumpee lay on their back, their wrists still bound, this time in front with coarse rope. Their hair was matted and filthy, their face obscured by their hair, though Caretaker could see their eyes were open. Whumpee's chest and abdomen was littered with cuts and small burns--Whumper was a smoker Caretaker's brain helpfully supplied. But the thing that had Caretaker dropping to their knees, the thing that had them wailing into the night, was Whumpee's throat and the blood that still dripped from the second smile.

"Oh, please, please no!" Caretaker crawled to the bed. This couldn't be real. this couldn't be happening. But as they touched Whumpee's cold skin, brushing back Whumpee's filthy matted hair, Caretaker stared into Whumpee's lifeless eyes and knew that Whumper had made good on their promise to Caretaker.

"No. NO. NONONONONONO. PLEASE!" But no matter how much Caretaker screamed into the night, Whumpee's slit throat didn't reknit. Their blood didn't disappear. And Whumpee did not take a breath or smile up at them. Because Whumper had murdered them and left their mutilated corpse in Caretaker's bed. Just as they had promised four weeks ago.

Tags: @cpt-winters@thequestingbunny@bloopdydooooo@tiny-feral-arachnid-man@inscrutable-shadow

@bookworm7543 @lgcgjd @madmadder @mefattortoise @lthrboy

@st0rmm @whumppsychology @gala1981 @whumperofworlds @hiding-in-the-shadows

@artisticdemon @alluringleopards @orangeduckweed

[serickswrites]

Get Up IV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: captivity, referenced bullet wound, amnesia, scientific experimentation, blood, knife, stabbing, wounds, mcd

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Hero," Villain said as they stared down into their nemesis' face.

Hero's pupils were blown wide with fear. Hero's mouth opened and closed as they struggled to speak.

"It is hard to talk after being dead for so long, I know. But," Villain tapped Hero's now flawless forehead, "being shot in the head will do that to you. Don't worry, I killed the minion for killing you. You're welcome. And I brought you back. You're welcome."

"I....I....I...." Hero rasped.

"Don't worry," Villain said as they wrapped their fingers around the knife on the instrument table next to them. "Only I get to kill you."

Hero screamed as Villain plunged the knife into their chest. Hero thrashed wildly as Villain pulled the knife out, blood spraying across their face. "Stop struggling, you're making this even more painful!" Villain said with wicked glee.

They stabbed Hero four more times before Hero stopped moving. Hero's chest was coated in blood. Villain stared down at their blood covered hands, knife still gripped in their fist. "Much better," Villain said as they stabbed Hero's corpse once more, burying the knife to the hilt in Hero's shoulder. "Much, much better."

Tags: @ftl-faster-than-life @wankusbonkus @lili-loves-whump @nolittlenightmare @d-cs

@daemonvatis @bisexuawolfsalt @pic-star01 @st0rmm

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing XV.V (The missing chapter)

Master list link here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

A/N: I took this chapter out because it made references to things I hadn't talked about in this story (but will in the prequel series!). And because I felt like it would have made the chapter after this one (and in the story's current iteration Chapter 16) less climactic--though it probably would have been pretty climactic with the cliff hanger in hindsight. It's a short one, so please enjoy. The final chapter will be out on its usual post day!

Warnings: physical violence, blood, knife, stabbing, wounds, referenced death, character death, mcd, unconsciousness, referenced heat injury

“You are sadly still so predictable,” Owen drawled as he grabbed for another knife from his bandolier of blades. He had slipped back into their native tongue. He had, Dylan realized, always spoken to Dylan in their mother tongue. Only when it was absolutely necessary did he use the language native to Patricanus.

And you haven’t changed either. “Does it matter? We both know how this ends, Owen. Give it up.” I will end you. I will rip you limb from limb. I will destroy you. You did this. You gave me no choice.

“Yes, it ends with me winning and imbuing your sweet paramour. Do you think she will be as monstrous as me? Or perhaps as monstrous as you?” Owen chuckled as he dodged another attack from Dylan.

Dylan and Owen continued to trade blows. Both weapons fought with their powers, Owen combining his attacks with his physical weapons. Their chests heaved as they panted. Neither had had a fight that required this much strength in nearly a decade. “Isn’t this lovely,” Owen said as he tossed a bent knife to the side before drawing another, “two of the most powerful beings in the world set to destroy one another.” He glanced over his shoulder at Halle. “Perhaps she will join our ranks soon.”

Hold on, sweetheart. I won’t let him hurt you. “Owen,” Dylan said as he raised his fist once more, “it doesn’t have to be this way. If you agree to stop, if you agree to come willingly—“

“You’ll what, kill me quickly? I’m not going to do that.” Owen released a large pulse of energy at Dylan. It missed Dylan by a wide margin, blasting a large hole in the wall behind him. Shouts of pain and alarm rang out.

Dylan gritted his teeth. His side pinched. He could feel blood leaking through his shirt and making his side slick. He didn’t dare check the wound. It doesn’t matter. It is minor. Minor pain. I have had worse. I need to stop him. I need to stop him from destroying everything. He knew he was burning through his vast reserve of energy. But most of all, Dylan hated the loss of innocent human life. “Do you care so little for your minions you would kill them to hurt me?”

Owen smirked. “Yes, wouldn’t you?” Owen sent another energy blast at the wall, vaporizing the scattering men. “That’s what they are for. They are weak. We are strong. We can destroy everything.”

“You cannot do this, Owen. You cannot destroy everything. Think of what we could rebuild. Think of all the lives we could save.” Please. Please don’t make me do this. I…I don’t want to. Dylan realized with a pang of guilt. As much as he hated what Owen had done, as much as he hated the destruction and waste of life, he didn’t hate Owen. And killing Owen would kill a part of him. Please, we were friends once. We can still be friends. Please, don’t make me kill you.

“I can. And I will. Because I can. And because I want to.” Owen lunged towards Dylan again, his knife flashing bright. Dylan easily dodged Owen’s attack once more, but realized his mistake when Owen charged towards Halle.

“No!” Dylan surged forward, realizing too late, this was exactly what Owen wanted. Owen stabbed the knife up and into Dylan’s gut, burying it to the hilt. Dylan tried to breathe through the pain as Owen rode his body to the ground.

“Like I said, Dylan,” Owen ripped the knife up and through Dylan’s body until he hit bone. Dylan gasped through the pain, “so predictable.”

“Owen,” Dylan hissed as he felt Owen rip the knife from his gut. “Owen, please,” he said. “Owen, ahh—“ Dylan cried out as Owen shoved his hand into the wound. His world whited out with pain as Owen wormed his fingers into the wound on his side.

“There, that’s it. Yes, you are where I always planned for you to be, Dylan.” Owen’s face was inches from Dylan’s. “I have been waiting for this moment.”

“Owen, I’m sorry,” Dylan whispered. I cannot let you do this. I cannot let you win. If you win, the world burns. If you win, she dies. I cannot let that happen.

Owen froze. “What are you sorry for? Wounding me?” Owen wriggled his fingers deeper into the wound. Dylan cried out with pain. “What’s the best way and only surefire way to kill a weapon?”

Dylan gritted his teeth. I don’t want to do this. But you are leaving me no choice. Please, Owen. “Owen—“

“That’s right, you destroy the heart. A head shot will probably kill them, but not always. But the heart? The heart is the only way. I’m going to rip your heart apart, Dylan. And then I’m going to wake up your love so she can see your corpse as I turn her.” Owen twisted his arm, shoving it further into Dylan’s body. “I’ll reach your heart either through your belly or through your side. It doesn’t matter. I will have your heart. I will win.”

Destroy their heart. This is the only way. I’m sorry, Owen. I’m sorry this is what it came to. You left me no choice. “Killing me won’t bring them, any of them back. Killing me won’t bring her back.”

Owen froze. Dylan continued. “Killing me won’t change what happened. Killing me won’t bring—“

“You don’t get to say her name. You don’t get to say anything about any of them. And yes, killing you won’t bring them back. But it will make me happier.”

Dylan closed his eyes tight against the sting of tears. I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried. You left me no other way. I would have found another way. You left me no choice, Owen. Dylan raised his shaking left hand to touch Owen’s chest as Owen tried to dig further and further, searching for Dylan’s heart. He didn’t even notice when Dylan touched his shredded shirt. “I am sorry,” Dylan whispered as he unleashed his power. “I am truly sorry, Owen,” he said to the red mist that filled the air.

You’re free now. Free from pain. Free from all of this. Free from suffering. I am sorry. Fare well, my friend. May the next life treat you better.

Dylan lay in the growing pool of blood for a moment longer, slowly trying to take stock of his injuries. He had worse pain. But he knew it had to be bad. It didn’t matter. He had to get to Halle. Sweetheart. I’m coming. Hold on. I love you. I love you. I love you.

With a stifled howl of pain, Dylan rolled onto his uninjured side and slowly tried to stand up. He pressed his hand to his gut as he rose on shaking legs, gasping with pain as every muscle protested the movement. He couldn’t stop. He had to keep going. He took two tentative steps on shaking legs. Good enough. I can get us out of here. I’m coming, sweetheart. Hold on.

Halle lay where she had fallen after her head struck the wall. She hadn’t moved during his entire fight with Owen. Please, be ok. You have to be ok. Dylan stumbled over to Halle, collapsing to his knees, relieved to see she was alive.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Dylan said as he braced himself. Carefully Dylan lifted her, stumbling slightly as he tried to get his balance. Though Halle was petite, he struggled to carry her. He knew his wounds were much worse than he initially thought as he struggled to balance. “I’ll get us to the team. They’ll look after you. Just hold on.”

Halle hung limply in his arms, her limbs swaying with his staggering. The room spun around him. No. Just a bit farther. Just a bit longer. Dylan refused to give up, refused to let his body give out. She needs help. I have to get her to help. Hold on, sweetheart. I have you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Dylan only managed to get a few steps before his legs gave out completely. He didn't have the energy to get back up, to carry her and go forward. “Oh,” he sighed. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Halle. I can’t. You’re going to have to walk out of here. I….I can’t carry you. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I…Please wake up soon. Please be ok.”

He held Halle tightly in his arms. He rubbed gentle circles on her back. Dark spots flecked his vision. He shook his head. Come on, sweetheart. You have to be ok. I am alive because you are alive.You have to be alive. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Lonely Place of Longing XVI

Master list link here (includes chapter links, character bios, and general summary)

A/N: So this was the first scene I imagined. And it was very one-sided initially, but as I wrote a little, I got more and more of Dylan's voice. And that's when I realized this was an alternating POV story because he certainly has had a lot to say up to this point! I very, very much hurt my feelings with this scene. Especially when I had to write all the scenes leading up to this one because....yeah. There was a scene in between this chapter and the previous chapter that I cut because of....reasons. There is nothing wrong with the missing scene, I felt it just made this scene a little less climactic. If you are wanting to read it, please let me know and I can add it back in, lol. There is one more chapter after this, so please don't hate me. And on a brighter note, I have definitely plotted and started writing a 25 (yes, 25) chapter prequel story! So, that will be coming eventually!

Warnings: unconsciousness, referenced head injury, blood, wounds, mcd (I think this might be it for tags)

Halle became dimly aware of sounds around her. Of hands on her back. Someone was holding her. Her head hurt. Her body hurt. Everything hurt. But the hands on her back were soft, gentle. Hands that she loved to be held by.

“Dylan,” she said softly as she blinked against the blinding light.

“There you are, you’re ok. I’ve got you.” Dylan looked visibly relieved. “I’m so glad you’re ok, Halle.”

Halle’s heart twinged when Dylan used her name. Dylan was still trying to keep his distance. Why? “Where’s Owen?”

Dylan’s eyes grew distant for a moment. “He can’t hurt you, Halle. I took care of him. He can’t hurt you.”

“Good.” Halle did a scan of her body. Everything felt in tact. “Thank you,” she added, staring up into Dylan’s eyes. She wanted to say that she still loved Dylan. Wanted to say she was sorry for all of the things she said. But she couldn’t find the words. How would she even begin to make it up to Dylan?

“Can you stand?”

“I’m ok. I can stand.” She sat up quickly, gasping as she saw she was covered in blood. Who’s blood?

“G-G-Good….I….I don’t think I can carry yy-y-youuuuu. I’m….I’m sssso-o-o-o t-t-t-tireddddd, s-s-s-sweetttthheart-t-t-t.” Dylan collapsed forward, his body falling across Halle.

“HELP! HELP!” Where was Thomas? Where was the rest of the team? “Where are you hurt? Dylan, where are you hurt? Love, tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me." Halle turned Dylan so he lay across her lap. Dylan was so heavy, so limp, already a dead weight in Halle’s arms. Dylan moaned as Halle heaved his body.

“”S kay. ’s kay…..” Dylan said breathlessly.

His chest was covered in blood, his black shirt torn around two great wounds: one on his left side and the other from just under his sternum to his navel. This couldn’t be happening. Halle tried to stem the bleeding as Dylan lay in her lap. Dylan was so tall and so heavy. She was too weak to move Dylan. She needed her pack. Where was her pack? She needed help. Where was the rest of the fucking team?

“No, no, no. Come on. You have to be ok, Dylan. I need you. I love you.”

***

“Just keep breathing, Dylan,” Halle’s frantic voice came.

“I….am…..sw’hearttttttt,” Dylan wheezed. Perhaps this is how things were always meant to be. It’s not so bad to be here in your arms. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Tell me where it hurts. I can heal this. Just hold on.” Halle’s voice sounded panicked.

I don’t feel any pain. "’mmmmmmmm ffffffinnnnne.” Maybe this is bad. I don’t feel….much.

“I am so sorry. So sorry. Please. I didn’t mean any of it. Please stay. I love you. Please, Dylan. Please.” Halle’s eyes were filled with tears. Blood smudged her cheek. Her hands were coated with blood as she tried to brush her dark hair out of her face.

Are you ok? There’s so much blood on you. Dylan’s mouth wasn’t cooperating. Everything was fading, his vision slowly growing dark. You have to be ok. I need you to be ok, sweetheart. I am alive because you are alive. You have to be alive.

“No, no, nononono,” Halle tapped his cheek. Dylan dimly registered the feeling. “Stay with me. I love you. HELP!”

Am I ok? Are you worried about me? I….I feel strange.

“Dylan, please. Please don’t do this to me. Come on, I love you. Stay.” Halle’s voice was pleading. Her hand was boiling hot against his cheek. He wanted to reassure her, wanted to hold her hand, but it was all beyond him.

I’m so cold. I’m so tired.

“Don’t do this to me. Stay, Dylan. WHERE IS THE MED PACK?” Halle’s voice was heavy with tears.

My body is so heavy. I can’t…I can’t hold you. I…I feel so weak.

“Please, somebody help me! Help me! He’s dying. GIVE ME THE ACCELERATOR!” Halle sounded hysterical. Between her screaming and sobbing, Dylan knew Halle was hurt.

I think I’m not ok, sweetheart. I think….I think this is…not looking good. I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Dylan. You can’t leave me.”

I don’t think I have a choice. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t want to leave. I want you. You were the best part of my life. I was alive with you. Because of you. The world around Dylan faded to just dim sounds, his vision failing completely.

“Don’t cry for him,” Thomas’s voice drifted into Dylan’s awareness. He didn’t have the energy to react. “I won’t authorize the use of an accelerator on this. If you can’t heal him with what you have in your med pack, so be it.”

My body hurts. I can’t breathe. I’m sorry. “If you aren’t going to help me, fuck off! Dylan, please. No! NO. PLEASE!”

I think I can’t stay. I think…..I think I’m going…….this is it.

“I need you to be ok. You’re supposed to be ok. You need to be here with me. Forever. Please, Dylan. I love you. Stay. Please stay.” Halle’s lips were against his ear, her tears dripping onto his face. He couldn’t see her, he could barely feel her. He could barely feel anything. Everything was slowing. Everything was stopping.

Am I still here?

“No. NO. NO. Dylan! PLEASE! GOD NO!”

I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Bring IX

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced restraints, rescue, mcd

Right Hand was somewhere soft. And warm. And so gentle?

The last thought had them wrenching their eyes open and shooting up despite the pain. “You’re safe, Right Hand,” Hero said from their chair in the corner of the room. They had a book in hand and a mug of something on the table next to them. “How are you feeling?”

Right Hand sank back against the pillows. “Where’s Sidekick?”

Hero’s eyes tightened. “Answer my question first. How are you feeling?”

Why did it matter? What about Sidekick? Were they ok? “I’m fine. Where’s Sidekick, please? I….I need to say something to them.” Where does one even begin to apologize for torturing someone?

Hero put their book down on the table next to their mug. They raked a few fingers through their hair. “Sidekick is in the orchard. Where I buried them.”

Buried them? No. That would mean, “Buried them? What—“ Dread filled Right Hand. This couldn’t be. 

“Villain slit their throat just as I arrived.” Hero’s voice held such sorrow that Right Hand’s own heart ached. 

“But you asked Villain to let them go, I don’t…no.” Tears filled Right Hand’s eyes. Sidekick was dead? This was all their fault. If only they had the guts to defy Villain sooner. 

“I was begging for your life, Right Hand.” Hero’s gaze pierced through Right Hand’s guilt. 

“My life, why? My life is worthless.”

Hero snorted. “Your life is anything but worthless, Right Hand. I saw that you were strung up and tortured right next to Sidekick. It takes a lot to defy Villain’s orders.”

“But I did it too late. I wasn’t brave enough.”

Hero shook their head. “You couldn’t have known, Right Hand. I don’t hold it against you. Sidekick wouldn’t have either.”

Right Hand swallowed around the lump in their throat. “What happens now?”

Hero watched Right Hand for a second before answering. “That entirely depends on you. You’re welcome to stay here until you are fully recovered. Then I’ll take you wherever you want to go. But I’m hoping you will stay here and join me.”

“Join you?”

“Yes. It takes a lot to stand up to Villain. And it takes a lot to admit that you were instrumental in my friend’s death. But it takes even more to stand up against someone that will hurt you because it’s the right thing to do.”

“I…I…I shouldn’t accept. I’ve done terrible things.”

“Then think of it as atonement for what you’ve done. You’re not evil, Right Hand. And I would much rather have you on my team than let you go out and be murdered by Villain.”

Right Hand sat quietly for a few breaths. Join Hero? It had it’s possibilities. But what if they were like Villain. Nobody could be as bad as Villain was as it turns out. “Ok. I’ll stay. But only as long as you can stand me.”

Hero gave a wan smile. “Welcome to the team, Right Hand.” They stood up, tucking their book under their arm. “Rest up. We can go over the terms of your contract when you’re feeling a bit more yourself.”

Before Right Hand could reply, Hero left. “I’m sorry,” Right Hand whispered to the now empty room. “I should have stood up sooner. I’m sorry you had to die. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I took you.” Right Hand dabbed at the tears rolling down their cheeks. “But I will protect your friend. I won’t let anyone hurt them. I promise.”

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Whump One Shots VIII

Got Run Over by a Reindeer--TW: broken bones, blood, injury

Dart--TW: kidnapping, drugging, unconsciousness

All I Want for Christmas--TW: yandere, stalking, threats, creepy/intimate whumper

Please, Stop--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, blood, physical violence, unconsciousness

Baby It's Cold Outside--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, escape, hypothermia

Up On the Housetop--TW: referenced torture, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Blood in the Water--TW: blood, gunshot, gunshot wounds, unclear character status, kidnapping

Exhaustion--TW: captivity, rescue, magical exhaustion, blood, unconsciousness

Chords--TW: captivity, torture, medical whump, cruel whumper, body modification

Hold Back the River--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, water boarding, cruel whumper, self sacrifice, defiant whumpee, strangulation, unclear character status

Live streamed whump request--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, gag, burns, electrocution, strangulation, video taping

I'll Bleed Out for You--TW: gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding out, self sacrifice, unclear character status

Implied noncon request--TW: referenced captivity, implied noncon, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Stay Awake--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, forced to stay awake

Reality--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, drugging, hallucinations, rescue

Pinned--TW: pursuit, kidnapping, threat of torture, physical violence

Tick Tock--TW: captivity, restraints, hostage situation, hostage video, live stream, knife, stabbing, blood, wound, poison, blood from the mouth, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Autistic whumpee request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced manipulation, white torture, sensory overload, rescue, PTSD, anxiety, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Too Close to the Sun--TW: drowning, unconsciousness, temporary character death, rescue

So Now Run--TW: blood, wounds, gun, gunshot, self sacrifice, loss of humanity, living weapon, tbh idk what tags are good for this one

Target Practice--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, blood, wounds, impalement

Love Song--TW: demonic possession, mind control

Shadow of Death--TW: death, destruction, violence, whipping, scars

Not Going to Make It--TW: gun, gunshots, blood, wounds, self sacrifice

Bow Down--TW: restraints, stress position, torture, unconsciousness, cruel whumper, public humiliation, whumpee on display, forced to watch

Victory--TW: hidden injury, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, unclear character status

Whumpee is dependent on Whumper request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, broken bones

Scylla request--TW: jealousy, magic, transformation, body modification, heart break

Tiny whump request--TW: captivity, tiny whumpee, stuck in a trap, threat of death

Whumpee becomes the whumper request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, role reversal

Whumper is a ruler and becomes the whumpee request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, whipping, public humiliation

Whumpee catches the flu request--TW: flu, illness, fever

Stockholm syndrome request--TW: captivity, physical violence, noncon touch, creepy/intimate whumper, yandere whumper, stockholm syndrome

Whumpee passes out request--TW: nightmare, unconsciousness, panic attack

Werewolf Whumpee request--TW: pursuit, physical violence, blood, biting

Whumper in a position of power request--TW: power dynamics, humiliation

Tailess Whumpee--TW: verbal abuse, emotional abuse

Straightjacket request--TW: captivity, restraints, white torture, sensory deprivation, gag

Whumpee is a gif-maker request--TW: captivity, torture, restraint, burns, cruel whumper

Avian whumpee request--TW: captivity, loneliness, sort of pet whump? idk i'm sort of envisioning a were avian or maybe a cursed avian kinda like swan lake

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies--TW: explosions, crush injuries, blood, hidden injuries, rescue, mcd

Good Time--TW: restraints, captivity, threat of torture, defiant whumpee

Stranded--TW: left to die, abandoned

Detective whumpee request--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, bruises, beating

Where You'll Never--TW: captivity, restraints, physical violence, blood

Whumpee forcibly dressed as a clown request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, body modification, dislocation

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Whumpcember 2024

Day 1: prompt: broken bones; TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, broken bones, rescue, hurt/aftermath

Day 2: prompt: "This is your fault;" TW: explosion, blood, unconsciousness, whipping, cruel whumper

Day 3: prompt: begging; TW: captivity, rescue, magical exhaustion, blood, unconsciousness

Day 4: prompt: "This isn't my blood;" TW: blood, gunshot, gunshot wounds, unclear character status, kidnapping

Day 5: prompt: concussion; TW: head injury, concussion, unconsciousness, confusion, disorientation, field medicine

Day 6: prompt: "Please stop;" TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, blood, physical violence, unconsciousness

Day 7: prompt: kidnapped; TW: kidnapping, drugging, unconsciousness

Day 8: prompt: "No. Not like this;" TW: blood, impalement, stabbing, character death, self sacrifice, mcd

Day 9: prompt: shaking; TW: manhandling, threats, kidnapping

Day 10: prompt: "Let me help you;" TW: hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, injury, broken bones

Day 11: prompt: mainpulation; TW: kidnapping, restraints, drugging, manipulation, implied torture, cruel whumper

Day 12: prompt: "I have nowhere else to go;" TW: blood, injury, desperation, choking, unconsciousness

Day 13: prompt: trauma; TW: emotional abuse, threat of violence, captivity of sorts

Day 14: prompt: "I never wanted this;" TW: blood, injury, wounds, stabbing, betrayal

Day 15: prompt: broken glass; TW: physical violence, cuts, blood, wounds, hurt/aftermath

Day 16: prompt: amnesia; TW: captivity, torture, rescue, amnesia

Day 17: prompt: greatest fear; TW: captivity, implied torture, unclear character status, yandere

Day 18: prompt: poisoned; TW: nausea, vomiting, poison

Days 19 & 20: prompt: panic attack, "Please leave" ; TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, PTSD, panic attack, hurt/aftermath

Days 21, 22, 23, & 24: prompt: bruises, hallucinations, overwhelmed, walking on injuries; TW: deserted, left for dead, head injury, bruises, sprain, hallucinations, dehydration

Day 25: prompt: healed wrong; TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, broken bones

Day 26: prompt: falling; TW: falling from a great height, fade to black, unclear character status

Days 27 & 28: prompt: hypothermia whipped; TW: restraints, blood, whipping, exposure, hypothermia, unconsciousness

Days 29, 30, & 31: prompt: choked, saying goodbye, Alt prompt 5: "You're allowed to fall apart;" TW: referenced captivity, referenced restraints, referenced torture, referenced failed rescue, gun, gunshot, wounds, blood, bleeding out, choking, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

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