#whumpuary no9

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Protection Of You - Charlotte Richards (Mother Of Angels)/Agatha Harkness/Lilith

A/N: Lilith and Charlotte try to protect Agatha after she’s left scarred and electrocution. Written for prompt 9 of @whumpuary​ . 

Lilith had felt the call of Agatha’s pain as she’s electrocuted, the scent of slightly burnt skin making her eyes sting even as she appears. Agatha had taken the electrocution, screaming even as she survived, turning it back on her attacker, but she collapsed when she was finally rescued. Charlotte, Mother of Angels, watches as Lilith brings the broken witch home, moving to help with undressing her, the myriad scars across her body making her curse even as she strokes hair from Agatha’s face, watching even as Lilith works to heal the other woman magically. Later the two would watch over her, Lilith curled into Charlotte’s arms, the two together watching Agatha and praying for Agatha to be okay. She sleeps for days, waking only later. She will be safe, in the end.

[i-butter-not-be-a-bot]

Hihi. Whumpuary ig.

Ah yes. Such weird. It is that one time in forever that I don't have writers block. Let's do some Whumpuary! Yippee.

Fandoms: dsmp (and oc's ig)

Used prompt: "make it stop"

Characters: Technoblade, Philza, two of my oc's.

Eh maybe a possible tw for suicidal thoughts. Idk if it really counts but I'm adding it just to be sure.

"No-" the word that came from Phil's mouth was barely a whisper.

Technoblade feels something ice cold in his chest as the small saw landed onto the ground in front of him. He barely heard the soft clang it made over the many raging voices in his head, intertwining with his thoughts, his rage, and his pain.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!

MAKE THEM PAY FOR THIS INJUSTICE.

BLOOD.

He can barely scrape his own thoughts away from the many words chat is filling his mind with. They crave the jesters' blood, and so does he. His hands are shaking but he takes deep breath after deep breath, he can't. One mistake, one single hit in their direction, as pathetic as it'll be in his current state, one mistake and they'll kill Philza.

He has to breathe. At the thought of what they are doing, what they are asking Techno to do to his oldest friend, it makes his rage burn anew. Deep breaths. He can't.

Technoblade's eyes find Courtly behind the loaded crossbow ready and pointed at Phil's head. Their eyes meet and Techno's gaze is a silent threat. As soon as he gets any opening both she and her sadistic monster that is her girlfriend are dead. Courtly stares right back into his eyes.

Their silent exchange is interrupted by said girlfriend's cold voice, "We've waited long enough now." Joker says with a wide smirk on her lips.

And directly following those words Techno can hear the panic really kick into Phil's voice, "nonono- please- don't. Don't-" he rambles as he struggles against the binds but it is all useless.

Techno doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't have a choice at all. He'll remember their names and he'll remember their faces, and one day they will pay.

His hands are still shaking as he picks up the saw. In the corner of his eye he sees Phil flinch away, his friend knows what's coming, they both know it's unavoidable.

Technoblade draws closer to him and he can almost feel the arrow on the other side of the room hang in the air.

He puts the saw on top of Phil's left wing.

"I'm sorry." Techno hears himself say.

It feels so, so, wrong to do this. Philza's screams fill the air as he truly panics, frantically trying everything in his might to get away. Techno holds his wing tight in place, it is his wings or his life. What choice is there?

He moves the sawblade up and down and in a steady rhythm together with his breathing in a useless attempt trying to ignore Phil's bloodcurdling screams and the way he writhes underneath Techno's now blood stained hands. He knows tears are already leaking from Phil's eyes and he can only imagine the pain he is currently in. Techno is crying too in-between deep unstable breaths. It is nothing like the desperate pained sobs coming from Philza's throat, just a few silent tears running down his cheeks. He barely feels them.

Chat is strangely silent. They might just be giving him this moment, maybe they realized too that there is no winning this one.

Phil's cries of pain have died down just a little bit, although that is more likely because of his throat giving in and his mind not being able to handle this, rather than anything else. He is now just sobbing, still crying out silently and struggling far from enough. Some of the garbling noises he makes are in the language of the birds, others are pleas to stop over and over again.

Techno is almost at the end of this wing. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it. It is sickening, his hands are drowning in blood, that's nothing new but this blood is Phil's. These cries are his friend's. He can't stop, he can't let Phil die.

His hands are steady now, they have to be, if they were shaking as badly as before that would only increase Phil's pain.

The last bit of the bone snaps on its own and again Phil's screams echo mercilessly off the walls into his ears, filling his mind and drowning Technoblade in a guilt that he hasn't felt for a very long time.

He moves the blade one more time and cleanly snaps the remaining skin, flesh and nerves.

Techno's eyes are now filled with tears as well as they meet Joker's this time. The second jester smirks, "one more to go."

Techno wants to tear her apart, see her blood dye the tiles red instead. He doesn't say any of that, he just turns around again.

As he does that he feels Philza hand grab his arm tightly, "please- Techno- Just. Just let them kill me. Just make it stop. Please-"

Technoblade freezes, "I can't." He manages to say, his words so soft they are barely whispers.