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Whumptober 17: Nowhere else to go

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

Nowhere else to go

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

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

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

Must be from that cheek list he made.

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

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

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

You’re on his list, his check list.

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

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

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

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WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 17 - Reluctant Caretaker

Gestures at them both, “Emotional Constipation”

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  

[jasmines-library]

Runaway

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WHUMPTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN :Prompt: nowhere else to go

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

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

Word count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER 2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Someone to You - IsArt Sketches in collaboration with @amethystfairy1

Fun fact, I actually have no idea who these two are outside of TTSBC...

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Cleanse

Warnings: gunshot wound, blood, field medicine

"Team Leader, you need to stay down!" Teammate One ordered. They had dragged Team Leader to the medic tent. Team Leader, though grievously wounded as they bled out from the gun shot wound in their gut, fought every step of the way.

"I can't let the others do this for me. They need our help!" Team Leader gripped Teammate One's shoulder fiercely, still trying to fight their way back to the front lines.

"You can and you will. We're nothing without you, Team Leader," Smallest Teammate said as they rummaged through the drawers to find what they would need to field treat Team Leader's wounds.

Blood coated Team Leader's shirt, but still they fought Teammate One as Teammate One guided them to the exam table to lay down for Smallest Teammate. "Team Leader, just let us treat you."

"I need to go back out there! I need to--FUCK!" Team Leader screamed as Smallest Teammate pressed a thick wad of gauze onto the wound.

"Shhhhh, Team Leader, let us help you," Smallest Teammate said as they nodded to Teammate Two.

Teammate Two had followed closely behind Teammate One and had begun to look for some sedatives to keep Team Leader relaxed while they were treated. "We're going to take care of you, Team Leader."

"No, I--FUCK! PLEASE!" Team Leader bucked beneath Smallest Teammate's hands.

"Hurry, Teammate Two," Smallest Teammate said as they leaned their entire body weight on Team Leader.

"NO MORE! I CAN'T! PLEASE!" Team Leader roared as they tried to get out from beneath Smallest Teammate's hands.

"It's ok, Team Leader, we've got you. You're going to be ok. Just let us help you," Teammate Two said soothingly as they injected the sedative. "This should help you feel better."

"I...I need to," Team Leader said weakly, their eyelids quickly drooping.

"You need to rest and let us look after you, Team Leader. Don't worry, the others will be ok," Teammate One reassured Team Leader as Team Leader slipped into unconsciousness. "You're going to be ok," Teammate One repeated as Smallest Teammate quickly got to work.

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Whumptober Day 17 - Venom, “we had a good run”

sorry it’s late again here's this thing. I had fun with it at least. Knight trio except for twi <3 Maybe big brother trio. Oldest trio? Minus Time. Something. Idk.

Warnings: spiders, spider bite, battle violence, brief vomiting

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"This... looks way too similar to a place I’ve been before,” Sky said quietly. Dread sat heavy in his gut as he looked at the dark cave walls, thin cracks of purple spread through the stone, a sort of weight in the air around them. “I can tell it’s not, but... ugh," he continued with a shiver, remembering the ancient cistern's basement.

“Unpleasant memories, huh?” Warriors asked, holding up his borrowed fire rod for light. Sky nodded. “Hm. Well this certainly looks like a nasty place. Let’s hope we have a better time then you did.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Sky huffed, kicking a little at the ground. “Maybe we’ll get some treasure out of it at least.”

Warriors chuckled, though Sky saw the unease in his eyes as he looked around the passageway. “Well I’ll keep an eye out. You hear that Rancher? Keep that nose of yours out for treasure, huh?”

A hum was the only reply they got, and Sky and Warriors both turned to see that Twilight had fallen behind by several paces, his face creased.

“Rancher?” Sky asked, and Twilight straightened, though his face was pale. “Are you okay?”

“Fine... fine,” he reassured, hurriedly striding back over to Sky and Warriors. Sky saw his legs shake as he joined their sides, and his smile seemed weak. “This place is just... rotten.”

“Yeah,” Sky grimaced. “Try to breathe through your mouth.”

“More then just the smell,” Twilight said under his breath, his face pale.

Sky frowned, but Twilight didn’t elaborate, quietly brushing past him and continuing forward. Warriors exchanged looks with Sky, his face pinched, and they followed after Twilight, Sky intent on keeping a closer eye on the rancher.

The cave stayed fairly straight, but after a while it curved a bit, and Sky grimaced as a sludgy-looking river came into view, purple and gooey. This really was like the ancient cistern.

Twilight wasn’t the only one who grew paler the longer they trekked through the cave, and Sky watched him and Warriors both with an increasing amount of worry. All the dark energy in the area must have been wearing on them, but while Sky could tell it was pretty bad, he largely felt okay himself.

Was the Master Sword helping with that?

He didn’t have much of a chance to think it through though, since it was only a few minutes later that they turned a corner, and the ground shook beneath their feet in a familiar way.

“Watch out!” Sky shouted, and leapt backwards as a cursed bokoblin that looked slightly different from his own crawled out of the ground, yellow eyes rolling unsettlingly.

“What is that?” Warriors exclaimed in disgust as another appeared, nearly grabbing his ankle. Sky leapt sideways and stabbed through the spine of the cursed blin, hampering its movement.

“Cursed bokoblin, don’t let them touch you,” Sky warned, and Twilight skittered away from another one that lurched towards him. “They take several hits to take down.”

“Oh yay,” Twilight muttered, looking even paler as he slashed at one.

They all stayed in close formation as they fought, keeping the undead enemies away as best as they could. There were a fair number of them, but the heroes were able to cut down enough that they were never overwhelmed.

Sky fought more fiercely than normal, able to tell the others were rapidly flagging. It must have been the Master Sword that was keeping him in working order, and so Sky did his best to pick up the slack.

And everything was going okay, until a skulltula leapt from the ceiling, slamming into Twilight before he could move.

“Twilight!” Sky shouted in alarm, but he couldn’t get away from the cursed bokoblins he was fighting. The skulltula wrapped its legs around Twilight, and despite the rancher’s strength, he couldn’t break loose.

Twilight suddenly screamed, and Warriors killed the bokoblin he was fighting and raced to his side. Sky knocked the cursed bokoblins back with his shield and gained just enough time to charge up a skyward strike, launching a beam at the group in a wide swathe.

The monsters fell, and Sky whirled around, running over as Warriors slashed at the skulltula’s head. It screeched and released Twilight, and Sky and Warriors both stabbed the creature in its soft belly.

It curled up with a dying rattle, and Sky and Warriors hurried over to Twilight, who was curled up on the ground and looked even paler than he had before.

“Twilight, did it bite you?” Sky asked urgently, and Twilight managed a shaking sort of nod. “Where?”

“I see it,” Warriors said tightly, pulling Twilight’s tunic up. Right above his belt his shirt was torn, and Sky heard Warriors hiss as he tried to inspect the bite.

“It had a st-stinger, or, or fangs or s-something,” Twilight said, wincing as he tried to curl up further. “Went r-right through, the chain-chainmail.”

Sky glanced at his sword, and grimaced as he saw dark blood staining the blade. That would be why.

Warriors pulled Twilight’s layers out of the way enough to see his skin, and he and Sky both sucked in a breath at the sight. The wound was pale and raised in two spots, blood dripping lazily from the fang bites. A dark ring lay around them, the color of an especially dark bruise, or the infected monsters’ blood.

Twilight moaned quietly, and Sky gave Warriors a frightened look.

“I don’t think a potion will fix this,” he said, and Warriors put a hand on Twilight’s wrist, his face grim.

“No, potions can’t fix venom. We need to get him a fairy,” Warriors said as he felt Twilight’s pulse, then his forehead.

The rancher was already looking paler, and he groaned again, a hand wrapping around his middle. Sky gently pried it off, and Warriors swiped a cloth over the bite, then wrapped a few bandages over it. Sky noticed the job was messier than Warriors would usually be okay with, but he wasn’t looking all that much better than Twilight was.

“I guess we look for the exit then?” Sky said as Warriors put Twilight’s tunic back.

“I guess so. I just hope we find it,” Warriors murmured, and Twilight grunted, shakily raising himself up.

Sky quickly helped him, and Warriors sighed, his shoulders tense as he also supported Twilight. “Careful, rancher.”

“I can m-make it,” Twilight hissed, a hand clutched tight around his waist. “'s not too bad..."

Warriors raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't argue. Sky was sure he was thinking of the last time Twilight had tried to walk off an injury. They got moving then, Twilight supported between Sky and Warriors, his skin looking almost purple in the faint light from the cave. Sky kept the Master Sword at the ready, but no more monsters came to attack them.

Maybe the only real goal was to take one of us out of commission.

Twilight's head lolled the longer they went, sweat beading at his brow. Sky could feel him twitch now and then with odd little tremors, and his weight grew more and more heavy between him and Warriors' arms. Twilight was fading fast, and Sky... didn't know what to do.

Twilight suddenly lurched forward, and before Sky or Warriors could do anything, he was retching violently into the dirt.

He moaned as he finished, his breathing coming in short gasps, and Sky held his hand as another violent shudder wracked through him.

"He can't walk anymore," Sky said quietly, and Warriors exhaled, wiping sweat off his own brow.

"I know. We'll have to carry him," he panted, and Sky gave him a look.

"I don't think you can carry him right now," he said, placing a hand on the captain's arm. "Here:"

Sky handed Warriors the Master Sword, and Warriors gave him an intense look.

“Sky I can’t take this, you’re the only one of us who’s actually functioning.”

“I know, but someone has to carry Twilight, and someone has to be ready to fight in case there’s more monsters,” Sky said patiently, ignoring how heavier he felt not holding the sacred blade. He’d seen Warriors’ shoulders relax the moment he’d touched the handle though, and he knew it was worth it. “You can’t carry Twilight as you are, but I can last long enough to carry him out of here. You can cover us.”

“Take it,” Twilight suddenly rasped, and Sky and Warriors both looked at him. “‘S be... best plan.”

Warriors hesitated, then gave in with a sigh. His hand tightened on the sword, and he nodded at Sky, standing back up.

“Okay. Let’s go, then.”

Twilight could barely move as they pulled him up onto Sky’s back, head lolling and eyes oddly milky. It was a struggle to get him situated, and as Sky listened to his breath still coming too fast, he wished they could let him hold the Master Sword.

They kept going through the murk, Warriors keeping a sharp eye for any monsters. He held the Master Sword in one hand and the fire rod in the other, and between the two they had enough light to see. The sludgy river soon diverged from their path, disappearing into a wall, and Sky wasn’t sorry in the least to see it go.

He wondered if it was possible that they were upriver of the ancient cistern.

Twilight moaned behind him, and his grip slipped from Sky’s shoulders, nearly sending him to the floor. Sky hurriedly grabbed him, and Warriors had to come over and stabilize them both, expression pure worry.

Sky wished he could just hold Twilight in his arms— it would be so much more comfortable for him, but the sad truth of the matter was that Twilight was pure muscle, and Sky was not. Though under normal circumstances Sky could probably pick him up at least. Just not while there was dark magic breathing down his neck, slowly drawing the strength from his limbs, sucking him dry.

Sky’s steps slowed more and more, the dark magic seeping into him like rot. Twilight seemed to grow heavier on his back, trembling and hot, and it was all Sky could do to keep him there.

“Wait, Sky look.”

Sky wearily raised his head, blinking at where Warriors was pointing.

They had come into a large, open cavern, with big purplish rocks hanging from the ceiling. It seemed even darker than the rest of the caves had been, all except for a pale glow tucked on the opposite side from them, warm and... pink.

“It’s a fairy fountain,” Warriors said with a relieved smile, his face a little less pale.

“Down here?” Sky asked incredulously, and Warriors nodded, looking ahead.

“They must be immune to the magic. Or maybe they’re here because of it? Fairies can purify things like this sometimes.” He shrugged and glanced at Twilight. “Regardless, a fairy is exactly what the rancher needs.”

Twilight didn’t reply.

They hurried across the cavern, Warriors in the lead and Sky right behind him. His feet felt like lead but he pushed them on anyway, his head aching from dark magic.

The shadows seemed to grow the closer they got to the fountain, and Sky abruptly stopped, a sense of foreboding so huge that he couldn’t stand it. Warriors stopped as well and turned back towards him, but before Sky could voice his concerns, something leapt from the darkness.

It bowled Warriors over with a shout, making him drop the fire rod. Miraculously he kept his grip on the Master Sword, but since his arms were pinned to his sides by a skulltula’s legs, he couldn’t do much with it.

“Captain!” Sky cried out, and snatched the fire rod from the ground, almost dropping Twilight in the process.

Warriors thrashed against the spider’s hold, eyes wild as he tried to twist away from its head. Sky stumbled towards him as fast as he could, but he was too slow with the weight of Twilight and the dark magic.

Warriors suddenly screamed, and Sky’s heart dropped as his clumsy fingers finally clicked on the fire rod. Fire burst from the tip, lighting up the cavern, and to Sky’s horror, revealed a good two dozen skulltulas all crawling towards them.

Sky cursed under his breath as he shot a blast of fire towards the skulltula still holding Warriors, the fireball making it screech and drop the captain. Sky hurriedly shot another into its face, and the smell of burning monster flesh nearly made him gag.

The Master Sword slipped from Warriors’ grip and clattered to the ground, the captain clutching weakly at his arm. Sky bolted to his side and blasted back another skulltula, another enraged screech filling the cavern.

“It got you,” Sky said, and Warriors nodded stiffly, eyes closed as he panted for breath. “Can you make it?”

“I think... so,” Warriors gasped, a shiver running up his body. “Think... hit a vein, won’t... have long.”

Sky bit the inside of his cheek, heart pounding, and helped Warriors up as best as he could. “Luckily we don’t need long. We can make it.”

Warriors nodded with a held-back groan, and Sky blasted another skulltula that was getting close. It seemed like they were weak to fire, but there were just so many.

He grabbed the Master Sword once he had some breathing room, and between holding two weapons, carrying Twilight, and supporting Warriors as they stumbled towards the fairy fountain, he wasn’t sure if they were going to make it.

More and more skulltulas crawled towards them, joined by the occasional rotting bokoblin. Sky had to use the fire rod near continuously, and interspersed it with slashes with the Master Sword. At least with the blade in his grip again he wasn’t feeling the heavy press of dark magic so much.

Warriors struggled along beside him, Twilight was almost completely motionless on his back, and Sky was beyond flagging, two monsters coming in to take the place of every one he shot down.

Warriors’ legs suddenly gave out, and Sky couldn’t catch him, merely stand over him as he fell to the ground. Dozens of skulltula eyes shone in the dark, chittering and clacking an eerie song as they came closer and closer.

Warriors made a weak sound, and Sky looked back at him, the captain’s dazed eyes meeting his own.

“We had... good run,” Warriors gasped, eyes rolling back in his head as he trembled. “Thank... thank you, Sky.”

“We’re not done,” Sky said fiercely, grabbing both weapons so hard his fingers hurt. “Not yet, we’re not done, just hold on a little longer.”

Sky whirled back towards the monsters, the beasts almost close enough to attack, and he yelled, holding both weapons as high as he could without dropping Twilight.

The Master Sword seemed to warm in his hands, and Sky charged a skyward strike. He felt a buzz in his veins, nearly electric, and the fire rod grew almost unbearably hot in his other hand.

He swung both weapons simultaneously, a beam of light going one way, a huge wave of fire going the other.

It was a bigger blast of heat than Sky had ever seen from the rod, and he watched in shock as it took out a good two thirds of the monsters, the remaining third cowering and screeching from the light.

Sky didn’t waste a moment, dropping the fire rod and grabbing Warriors under the arm with his freed hand. He dragged him and Twilight towards the fairy fountain, his head spinning, legs like stone, the pink light growing ever brighter.

Something caught at his leg and Sky yelled as he slashed it away, spider webbing sticking to the Master Sword. He stabbed at a spider that leapt at him, kicked away another. then threw all three of them into the gap of rock that shone warm and pink.

The heady thrum of dark magic was immediately blocked out, and Sky gasped in relief from his spot on the ground, Twilight squishing his arm, Warriors halfway on top of his leg. A light shone in his blurry vision, and Sky nearly cried with relief as a fairy drifted into his sight.

“Heal them,” Sky wheezed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”

A worried chime rang in his ears, and as pink sparkles drifted around him and his brothers, Sky relaxed, grip finally easing from the Master Sword’s grip.

[oxideblack]

[sam-loves-seb]

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

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

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

whumptober 2024 -- day 17

[lbibliophile-sw]

Proof of ID

Also on AO3 [710w] @ailesswhumptober - day 20: accidental de-aging, "I'm not qualified for this shit" @corrieweek - day 3: "you shouldn't be here"

Fox lets himself slump as he climbs into the covered Guard speeder, finally escaping the top-priority meeting on… whatever it was. Thorn and Thire were also there – a waste, of resources, honestly, thankfully Stone was able to escape – so they can catch him up on anything actually important. It’s not like the natborns listen to their advice half the time anyway.

“Hey Fox, are you ok? Only, you were quieter than usual in there.”

“’m fine, Thire. Just tired.”

And he is, down to his bones. The sort of tired that comes from a multi-day blackout mission that has him ‘waking up’ only to face the entirety of his usual gruelling double shift ahead of him. He wants nothing more than to collapse on his bunk for a solid six hours, but instead, he has meetings, and datawork backlog, and whatever else comes up… Just the mere thought is enough for him to remove his helmet and rub at his aching eyes.

“Trooper!” Fox stiffens reflexively at Thorn’s Command voice, despite having spent the past two years as the highest-ranked clone on-planet. “Why are you wearing Commander Fox’s armour?”

Fox blinks at him, struggling to push his sluggish brain into gear. Why… is he wearing… his armour? Because it’s his? And he’s on duty?

“Oh! Is Fox alright? I mean, obviously not, since he sent you in his place. But I’m assuming he’s with Zontal? Or wait, is he not all back yet after the blackout? It has been longer than usual so I guess that might be a struggle.”

What?

“I have to say, you did a pretty good job of copying his body language. Until you took the helmet off, I really did think that it was just Fox having an off day; most people wouldn’t have noticed anything at all! How would you feel about being on call for a repeat performance? Anything to get Fox to rest occasionally.”

“Thire!” Thorn finally forces his way through the babbling. “Just, shut up. And you’re going straight to bunk when we get back, your triple-shift is showing. Now, Trooper, sitrep. And your name.”

“Uh, Fox?” It shouldn’t sound like a question – his name is the one answer he does have right now – but shouldn’t they know it too?

“It’s ok, you don’t have to keep pretending here. We sweep the speeders for bugs, and we already know you’re covering for him, besides –”

“Thire, enough. Let the shiny speak.”

“I’m not a shiny.” Thorn snorts.

“Maybe not a shiny, then. But you still can’t be more than, what, eight? Nine at a stretch?”

“I’m thirteen. I’m Fox. And you’re being mean. If this is revenge for saving your shebs when you tried to block that Senator’s access because you thought she was her own daughter…”

“What did you just say? No, seriously, I made Fox swear to never tell anyone about that.”

“I keep telling you I am Fox. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Ok. Ok. So, not body doubles, but Force osik. Maybe.” Thorn rummages in his belt pouches as he mutters to himself, finally pulling out some sort of case with a bright metal finish. “Here. I’m having a hard time believing you, because this is what you look like right now.”

Fox takes the case, holding it up so the smooth surface shows his reflection. He twists it back and forwards just to make sure. He raises his free hand to trace the smooth skin of his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, watching the movement in the improvised mirror.

“Thorn. Thorn, someone stole my face.”

Thire reaches back to awkwardly pat him on the knee.

“Look on the bright side, at least you still have your helmet. You keep it on most of the time anyway.”

“But it was my face!”

“Alrighty,” Thorn interrupts the impeding meltdown. He is in a speeder with three-quarters of Coruscant Guard Command, he should not be having flashbacks to Kamino and cadet-duty. “I’m driving us back to base. Then you two are going to go to sleep, while I have an adult conversation with Zontal to try and figure this out. Any further discussion can wait until after those steps are completed. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Yes Thorn.”

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Whumptober 2023

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.” It's always hard on Caretakers when Whumpees don't want them around

[psychologeek]

Whumptober #17: The Cyclist AU

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

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

The map is destroyed.

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

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

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

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

And that's just in three months.)

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

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

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

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

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

Uh.

Oh no.

Jason recognises that look

This Look™ 

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

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

That crazy bastard.

Jason REALLY likes him.

(Like it? I have more mini-fics Whumptober index | And full size fics on ao3. )

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Whumptober #17

Trope of the day: nowhere else to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jasmines-library]

Baby, It's cold outside.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 17. Prompt: Hypothermia Fandom: The Witcher.

Summary: On your way back to Kaer Morhen, the perilous weather manages to get the better of you, leaving you in a vulnerable state. it is upto Geralt to get you back back to the keep before it is too late.

Warnings: Hypothermia, taking off clothes (non-sexual).

Word Count: 1.6k

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It was cold. 

That’s all you really had to say about the weather. The snow had settled on the ground like a blanket and the frost crawled up the trees that scaled the mountains. The snow was thick and seeped into your clothes as you trudged alongside Geralt who sat proudly upon Roach, who seemed to be coping much better than your horse was against the conditions. A few miles back, she had spooked. Her sudden jerk threw you from your back, tossing you onto the ground. Your body collided with the snow with a thud. You groaned and pushed yourself to your feet, gripping onto Geralt’s gloved hand. After that you had opted to walk alongside him as he kept a steady pace, claiming that it would be ‘good for you to stretch your legs.’ Geralt seemed hesitant to let you walk, as he offered you a seat on his horse multiple times, but you still relented. You were beginning to wish you had taken up his offer though, as the cold sank through your clothes and bit away at your skin. 

Geralt frowned deeply when your trudging began to slow and the prints you left in the snow shuffled closer together.  His forehead wrinkled together as he suddied you. You had pulled the edges of your coat closer to you, though it wasn’t very effective as it was soaked through. It was a deep blue decorated with hand stitched embroidery. The inside was lined with a thin layer of fur. Geralt had brought it for you at a local market when he noticed the way you kept turning back to awe at it. His ‘reasoning’ for buying it after you had relocated after reading the price tag and checking your coins, was that it was practical. Your old cloak had been falling apart and would soon be useless against the conditions, especially when the two of you reached Kaer Morhen at the heart of the blue mountains. Your violent shivers didn’t go unnoticed by the Witcher as he looked down on you. He couldn’t see your face because it was sheltered by your hood, but he could vividly picture your trembling lip. 

His worry really peaked when you stopped to lean against the tree, just a few miles short of the keep. You could see it now in all of its glory, peaking through the snow tipped pines. The two of you had been travelling a while, and it was a far from easy trek- particularly without your horse. Your eyes drooped and you slumped entirely against the frost-riddled bark. 

“Y/N?” He asked tentatively, steering roach around to a halt besides you. 

“I’m okay, Geralt. Just tired is all.” 

That was an understatement. Each step felt like you were wading through tar and the burning in your fingers and toes had begun to become unbearable in the exposure. You were hunched over like your body had completely forgotten how to function. Each of your limbs ached and your joints stiff as you fumbled with the latch on your coat, trying to pull it implausibly closer. When you took a step forward, your knees buckled and you crumpled to the floor. 

Geralt all but flung himself from his saddle, dropping to his knees besides your trembling body. Ignoring the icy dampness that dug into his knees, he swiped the hair that had fallen over your eyes and pushed back the blue hood. He was startled by how alarming your skin felt.  Your face was pale and your eyes were hooded, though he could still see them moving around, struggling to focus on anything for too long.

“You’re freezing.” He muttered.

You made no move to reply, watching him vanish into your peripheral vision. He returned only moments later, reaching an arm behind you back and under your knees to lift you effortlessly. The movements made your joints protest as he lifted up onto Roach before climbing up onto her behind you and securing you in front of him. You hardly spared your mount a second thought, consumed only by the never faltering winter, although Geralt had tied her reins to Roach . 

Bringing your icy body towards his, he hoped that the closeness would allow your body to steal some of his. It radiated off of him like a wave, but did little to soothe you. With a quick snap of his reins, Roach raced forwards before settling into an even pace which would get you to the keep in adequate time.

You were quiet. Too quiet. Normally, you would be talking nonstop with Jaskier, feeding into his fantasies or singing along to one of his songs; often just to spite the Witcher. Geralt didn’t like your silence. It felt wrong. So, he tried talking to you. He knew that he had to keep you awake long enough to get you back to the keep. 

“Y/N?”

It was faint, but you hummed against his chest. 

“Do you remember that Bruxa we fought a while back?”

You smiled weakly at the memory. “Scared the shit out of me and Jaskier.”

“That's right.”

“I’ll never forget… the look on his face when she flew out of nowhere.” Your words were slow as you thought hard to form them on your chapped lips. 

“He didn’t sleep for a week.”

You chuckled softly, but then drifted back into that perilous silence as Geralt continued to try and get you to talk to him. Your mind was hazy as the cold consumed you; made your body numb.

“Y/N?” Geralt called out to you again at your lack of response. 

“Cold.” You could only bring yourself to say one word. It was slurred and barely coherent though your blue lips. 

“I know.” He urged his horse to move faster across the last stretch of the rocky terrain. “Just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”

His words fell of deaf ears as you were pulled down into the warmth of unconsciousness. Geralt could hear your slow heartbeat. 

Geralt barged through the gates of Kaer Morhen, riding much faster than he should have done. The sudden disturbance unsettled the horses in the stables and caused a sea of heads to snap in his direction. When Vesemir caught sight of you lying limply against his chest. He raced forwards and was by Geralt's side by the time he had slid out of the saddle. The two of them walked quickly, your head rolled against his body and your arm hung uselessly by your side.

“We need a fire.” Geralt told him. “And dry clothes. Blankets too. She’s hypothermic.”

The elder man nodded before speeding off to various places within the keep. Geralt urged his legs to move quicker down the hallways, until you reached a cosy room with a large fire. It crackled loudly and illuminated the room with a flickering orange light. When the doors flung open, Eskel, who had been seated by the fire, turned his head to find the source of the commotion. His eyes widened at the sight of your lifeless body in his arms, and was quickly helping his brother to get you settled on the sofa. Then, he left to go and fetch you a cup of something warm to drink once you awoke. 

You stirred as Geralt began to strip you of your wet clothes. You whined at the loss of the fabric, clenching onto your top. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to take off the wet things. It’s going to make it worse if I don’t.”

“Geralt?” You furrowed your brow.

He hummed.

“Where are we?”

This caused bile to rise in the back of his throat. “We’re at the keep, Y/N.”

You nodded and reluctantly allowed him to peel off the wettest outer layers of your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments which were dry for the most part. He covered you with his cloak and rubbed your arms to try to generate warmth. 

Soon, Eskel returned with a warm mug of herbal tea. Geralt coaxed you to drink it. It offered blissful relief as it trailed down your throat and pooled in your stomach. When Vesemir returned with a handful of your warmest furs, Geralt tugged them over your body. You had begun to shiver again as the burning returned to your fingers and toes. He let out a breath of relief. It took a long time for your body to finally stop shivering and to fall into some sort of regular temperature. Sure, you were still cold, but it was nothing compared to the agony you had felt a short while ago. Geralt watched over you as you began to drift to sleep again; your exhausted body just couldn’t keep up with the demands of your brain. Although worry still tugged at his heartstrings, he felt some sense of reassurance that you would be okay, wrapped up within his arms. He wasn’t going to leave you anytime soon, that was one thing he knew for certain.

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A Buir's Burden (One-Shot)

This is my entry for week 1 of @clone-wars-winter-challenge's The Clone Wars Winter Spectacular 2024! It's also my first attempt at whump AND my first time writing Alpha-17 (help that's a lot of firsts - and multitasking!). I was a bit reluctant about writing Alpha-17, because everything I know about him comes from fanart and headcanons. I hope I did him justice!

Summary: Alpha-17 is interrupted from his nightly solitude when a little vod is in need of help Rating: Teen and up Tags: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff (buir/adiike/vode bonding), blood and injury, clone cadets Words: 1.539 Characters: Alpha-17, Cadet CT-7567 Rex, Cadet CC-2224 Cody Prompts: Peppermint / "I feel cold" / Alpha-17 Read this one-shot here on AO3 ↓ | > week 2

A sharp, icy wind terrorised Tipoca City, slamming snowflakes against the transparisteel windows as it howled a harrowing song. It was darker than usual outside, the landing platforms abandoned. Inside the domed structures, the sterile white corridors weren't much busier either at this hour. To Alpha-17, it was the perfect moment to ponder in silence, as he roamed the empty corridors with large yet slow steps.

Suddenly, he laid eyes on a lonely cadet, standing out by his short, blonde hair. The boy couldn't be older than 5; but who knew exactly, with the clones' accelerated ageing? The kid silently looked up at him, his eyes big and watery. Alpha kneeled down in front of him and put a comforting hand on the kid's shoulder. "What is it, boy?"

The kid wiped his nose with his sleeve whilst making a sniffing sound, before addressing his senior with worried gasps between every shaking word. "It's-It's Cody. H-he hurt himself," he stammered, as his eyes started to tear up. Alpha gently squeezed the boy's shoulder before granting him an encouraging nod. "And where is Cody now?"

Without hesitation, the blonde kid’s small hand grabbed Alpha's index finger and pulled it after him, urging the ARC to follow him. Alpha did, only taking him big steps to keep up with the hasty child. It didn't take them long to reach one of the doors to an outside landing platform. The kid halted, pointed towards the door and looked up towards Alpha expectantly.

"Kid, what were you doing outside?" Alpha sighed, as he walked over to the door to open it. A faint feeling of dread creeped up deep inside him, not sure what he would find outside. The boy swallowed audibly before he found the courage to answer the adult. "We.. We wanted to touch the white stuff," he replied in a soft, trembling voice, lowering his gaze.

Alpha frowned at the words, before it dawned on him. "The snow?" he shot out in surprise when he realised, a faint smile appearing on his face as he looked affectionately at the kid, who returned his suspicions with an enthusiastic nod in affirmation. "But Cody slipped and hit his head!" he cried out anxiously, pointing at his brother as soon as the door whooshed open.

The cadet's small body laid head down and motionless on the hard surface of the landing platform, his brown hair and the fabric of his uniform swaying around as the icy wind touched his body. The faint feeling of dread suddenly took over, and without another word, Alpha ran over to the kid. The platform was slippery, but he was able to smoothly make his way towards the injured cadet, sliding down on his knees when he reached him.

His own heart racing, Alpha quickly checked for a heartbeat. He was relieved when he found one, noticing how the boy's ribcage slowly moved with every breath - although faintly. With the utmost care, he rolled the boy over and took him in his arms, tightly pulling him against his chest. He cautiously found his way back inside, where the blonde-haired boy was waiting nervously, fretting with concern over his brother.

Without losing more precious time, Alpha found his way towards the medbay, Cody clasped in his embrace, afraid he would otherwise let the kid fall from his arms. The blonde cadet followed closely behind, almost running into him whenever he slowed down to turn a corner.

When they reached the medbay and walked into the room, they were welcomed by the scent of sterilised equipment. It reminded Alpha of peppermint, although he hoped the young cadets would keep associating it with sweets rather than medical instruments - at least for now.

Alpha looked around, but there was no one here; no injured clones, but no active med droids either. He grunted; you could never trust a droid when you needed one. He walked to the nearest bed and carefully placed the injured kid on it, preparing to do whatever was necessary to patch him up.

Now that they were inside with some proper lighting, he was able to examine the kid's injuries. Cody was still unconscious, but he was breathing. The big gap on his brow ridge did worry Alpha, as wet blood was sticking to the cold skin. He turned around to find some med supplies in order to start his treatment.

When he returned to the bed, the other kid was peering over the edge of it, his eyes straight at his brother. Worry was written all over his young face. Alpha managed a smile before addressing him. "He'll be alright, I'm gonna fix him up," he shot at the kid in an attempt to comfort him. His big, brown eyes shifted to Alpha as he spoke to him.

He cleared his throat as he took an irrigation bulb from the medpac and gently started to clean the wound with the container’s cleansing fluid. "So, er- What's your name, kid?" he asked the blonde one, trying to sound as warm and approachable as possible. The kid focussed on Alpha's treatment, following his every move with great concern for his brother. "I'm CT-7567," he answered without looking up. Alpha huffed wryly, briefly checking on the wound before continuing to clean it. "But have you picked a name yet?" he continued, but the kid's only reaction was a shy shake with his head.

Alpha carefully examined the wound before applying coagulant to make sure the blood would clot, and thus stopping any further bleeding. After he was done, he gently placed a bacta patch on top of the wound. It would heal nicely, but the cut was deep; it would probably leave a scar on the boy’s brow ridge.

The blonde kid finally found his courage to share more of his feelings. "I wish.. I wish I had been strong enough to help him myself. To carry him back inside. I didn't like to leave him behind on the platform." Alpha interrupted his treatment to look the kid in the eyes, slightly leaning forward. "I understand; we don't leave brothers behind. But since you couldn't help him yourself, you did the right thing to come and find someone else. You'll find your strength - you'll get the experience."

He leaned back and took a cloth from the medpac, which he used to softly wipe the remnants of blood from Cody’s skin. Despite his focus, he was able to shoot an encouraging smile towards the other cadet. "I think you were very courageous tonight. I know a name that would fit you very well. Do you like to hear it?" The boy looked up at him eagerly before slowly nodding. "I think you'd make a great Rex," Alpha answered the boy’s anticipation, interrupting his nodding to make room for a frown. "Rex? What does that mean?" the cadet shot out in confusement.

After wiping the last visible blood away, Alpha put the cloth down and looked the kid straight in the eyes in encouragement before elaborating. "That you're a great leader. Knowing your strengths and weaknesses. You'll be there for your brothers when they need you, but you'll know when to call for help when you need it. There is no shame in that. You're a great brother, Rex." The boy's face lit up instantly, his eyes glistening proudly.

At that moment, Cody groaned, his limbs shivering as he finally started to wake up. Alpha immediately shifted his focus to the injured boy, hoping to make him as comfortable as possible. "I feel cold..," Cody whispered, the pain and discomfort written on his hurt face. "I got you," Alpha replied softly, looking around to search for something that could help warm the kid, but there wasn't anything useful. There was only one thing that came to mind now.

With a smooth movement, he unclipped his chestplate and put it on the floor, before quickly continuing to take off the armour attached to his upper body. When he was done, he zipped down the upper part of his blacks, and carefully took Cody in his arms again. He placed the cold cadet on his chest, making sure to drape the blacks around him. He could use his body warmth to raise the kid’s temperature.

As soon as Cody felt the skin's warmth, he sighed contently and nestled himself into a comfortable position, making a smile appear on Alpha's face. He was shaken from his affection over Cody when he realised Rex had walked over and was now standing at his side. He looked at Alpha expectantly, but was too shy to ask his burning question.

Alpha couldn't help but chuckle, slightly shaking his head. "Alright, alright, you too, little vod," he smiled, before extending one arm towards him. He scooped Rex off the floor and aided the kid towards him. Rex climbed on top of Alpha's chest, comfortably snuggling himself against his warming brother's side.

In a reflex of protectiveness, Alpha put his arms tenderly around the bundle of boys on top of him, before carefully leaning backwards. He hummed softly as he closed his eyes, feeling two small heartbeats comfortably beating against his chest, before slowly dozing off into a warm slumber.

[serickswrites]

Not My Blood

Warnings: kidnapping, implied torture, restraints, rescue, blood

"Smallest Teammate, Smallest Teammate," Teammate One's voice was frantic, "talk to me."

Teammate One had panicked when they infiltrated the warehouse with the rest of the team and found Smallest Teammate tied up in a corner and covered in blood.

"I'm fine, Teammate One, it's--"

"You can't possibly be fine. You're covered in blood!" Teammate One was working on releasing Smallest Teammate from the ropes they were bound by. They had to see where Smallest Teammate was bleeding.

"It's not my blood. I'm fine. Teammate One it's--"

"You are covered in blood. Where are you bleeding?" Teammate One ignored Smallest Teammate. Clearly the blood loss was getting to Smallest Teammate. They had to hurry.

"You're still not understanding, Teammate One," Smallest Teammate said angrily. "It's not my blood."

Teammate One sat back as Smallest Teammate slipped the newly cut coils of rope off and started to rise. "Who's blood is it, then?" Teammate One felt panic grow inside them once more. They had misunderstood the whole situation.

"Team Leader. Whumper took them. We have to hurry! They.....they're not ok, Teammate One."

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hola! Wild whump for three sentence prompts? :)

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(continue of the dripping prompt)

Sky wasn't always there when Wild came back, but even he knew that Wild usually woke up from his memories with a sigh, or sometimes a soft gasp, or even just a somewhat-deeper exhale as whatever memory had tugged him away finally loosed its foggy tendrils.

This time he woke up with a sob.

Sky startled at the sudden noise from his arms, nearly dropping the champion in his surprise, but when Wild let out a whimpering keen, eyes bright with tears, he tightened his hold and gently ran his hand through Wild's still-soaking hair, quietly shushing him as he finished waking up.