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THAT'S A WRAP FOLKS

Thank you to everyone who participated--it is now August 1st, and late entries will not be reblogged. However! Please continue to use the prompts for this year and last year at your leisure!

Thanks for playing, and I'll see ya next year!

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Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Prompt: @whumperless-whump-event Day 31: Impaled

Ship: Orange Cassidy/Hook

Summary: Hook is forced to face yet another injury.

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sacrifice

@whumperless-whump-event day 31! using alternate prompt of "not just a river in egypt": recovery?/"i'm fine. i'm fine."

yay!!!!! i didn't get quite as much done this month as i'd hoped but i'm still very happy with all the writing i did and the prompts i didn't get to gave me ideas for later! hooray!! anyway to round off the month here's coren post-rescue being. Normal.

cw: food talk, disordered eating kinda

"Coren, are you alright?" Milo says with a frown. "I think you gave yourself less food than either of us."

Coren waves them off with a cheery smile. "I'm fine!"

Milo looks unconvinced. "Really? You can have some of mine, if you're hungry." 

"I'm not hungry," Coren lies. "I ate earlier."

Milo still looks suspicious, but after a minute they relent. "Well, okay. Just let me know if you want any."

"I'm fine," Coren insists. Internally, they sigh. They got away with it this time, but they're not sure how much longer they'll be able to do this. They are hungry—of course they are—but they're also used to it. They have plenty of practice smiling through hunger pangs and getting by on too little. Milo and Ray don't have that practice. And Coren knows they can't really afford to buy enough food for three people, and they've done so much for it already— it knows it can't ever really repay them, but it wants to try. So it put itself in charge of cooking most days— it didn't really expect to be good at it, but well, it has a lot of time on its hands while the other two are at work, and it's relentless in its determination to be helpful—and that means it can decide how much food everyone gets.

It's really not so bad. It gets one, sometimes even two meals every day, and (if it does well) they're even good. That's much more than it used to get. It's very happy with the current state of affairs, truly.

It just wishes the other two would stop being so concerned.

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WHUMPERLESS WHUMP EVENT DAY 15

Summary: Monoma looks after Shinsou after a rough villain fight.

Prompts: Using their body as a shield/ Full team whump/ "You're such an idiot!" for the @whumperless-whump-event

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By the time Neito dragged Hitoshi into his apartment, it wasn't clear who was supporting whom. 

Neito’s back hurt, his face hurt, his everything hurt, and Hitoshi’s weight (so heavy and yet, as always, too light) threatened to crush him. 

“Come on, then…” he grunted, trying to ease his friend onto the couch. His strength gave out and they ended up falling, landing in a pile of limbs on the cushions. 

“Damn it…” 

Neito hated to admit it, but they got their asses kicked out there. 

What was supposed to be a late dinner after work for him, and an early breakfast before work for Hitoshi turned into a chaotic brawl in the street when a villain decided to go on a rampage. There wasn’t much Neito could work with for a mutation-type quirk, and the villain wasn’t in the mood to talk, so they had to do things the old fashioned way.

They won, of course they did, Neito and Hitoshi were a great team. There was no doubt that they would pull through, but it wasn’t pretty. 

Neito had been flung into the side of a parked car, tossed aside like little more than a ragdoll. Then Hitoshi, the self-sacrificing idiot that he was (and Neito meant that with mostly affection but also plenty of exasperation) had taken a hit that probably would have taken Neito out of the fight completely, but still managed to get back up afterwards. It had been a close thing, but by the end they had the villain wrapped up in Hitoshi’s scarf like a Christmas present and were sent on their way to lick their wounds. 

Neito crawled his way out from under Hitoshi’s body, landing with an ungraceful thump on his carpet. He let out a pained hiss, staring up at the ceiling.

He was bruised up, and sweaty, and tired. He knew he needed to get up, fetch some ice packs for them both, maybe dig out the painkillers. Not to mention he couldn’t be falling asleep without doing his skincare routine. He didn’t even want to think about the pimples just waiting to pop up under all of this grime. And then there was his costume to worry about-

“I feel like shit,” Neito announced, allowing a whine to enter his tone. 

“You look like it, too,” Hitoshi mumbled, still face down in Neito’s couch cushions. 

It would take too much effort to smack him like he wanted to. “I don’t want to hear that from you of all people,” he grunted, forcing himself to sit up. His back protested every movement he made, he was way too young for all these aches and pains. 

Neito turned his head, looking over at Hitoshi. The other man was barely moving, his breathing carefully even and his body was tense. He was obviously in pain. One of the paramedics that showed up after the fight had a handy quirk that let them both walk away from the scene without any major damage, but the hit Hitoshi had taken in Neito’s stead was no joke. 

It left Neito feeling unpleasant, inadequate, dare he say guilty. His friend got hurt because he wasn’t able to measure up. And wasn’t that a bitter pill to swallow.

“I’ll get you some ice,” he said, because there wasn’t anything else he could do. He mentally prepared himself for the ordeal that standing up would be.

“Don’t bother,” Hitoshi turned his head, one of his eyes peeking out from the fringe of his bangs, “I need to be heading out on patrol soon…”

“You’re actually insane,” Neito said, exasperated as he dragged himself to his feet and shuffled like a zombie into the kitchen, “or an idiot. Or both! You can barely do more than rub your dirt and sweat into my couch and you think you’re going to go on patrol right now?”

“Can’t afford to slack off…”

Neito clicked his tongue, opening his freezer and taking out some ice packs he had ready and waiting inside. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this exchange. Maybe Neito could relate when it came to pushing himself too hard, but Hitoshi was next level about it. 

He plucked up a bottle of painkillers out of a drawer and returned to the couch. “Look, run yourself into the ground on someone else’s watch, but I have no interest in having to explain to your dad why I let you limp off to your patrol to get hurt even worse.”

“Aizawa wouldn’t blame you.”

“He’s not the dad I’m worried about,” Neito huffed. “Now, let’s get you comfortable.”

Despite Hitoshi’s further protests, Neito managed to get his boots and outer armor off, as well as his precious scarf. He placed the ice packs where they were needed and threw a blanket over him.

“I’m holding this hostage until you get some actual rest,” Neito dangled the scarf in his friend’s face. Hitoshi grumbled something, but stayed put. Good, he was learning.

With Hitoshi finally behaving himself, Neito went into his bedroom and forced himself to do a little maintenance before he allowed himself to pass out for the evening. He took off his grimy costume, did his skincare, bemoaning the big bruise on his cheek that he’d have to cover up for the next week, and got into his pajamas. 

Then, with a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, he walked back into his living room and sat himself on the floor next to the couch. He leaned against it, set on keeping an eye on Hitoshi while they both got some rest.

Never let it be said that Neito didn’t take care of his friends. 

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Santiago “Pope” Garcia/Francisco “Catfish” Morales Characters: Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish” Morales Additional Tags: Mentioned William “Ironhead” Miller, Mentioned Tom “Redfly” Davis, Blood and Gore, Gunshot Wounds, Helicopters, Guns, Explicit Language, Injury Recovery, Stitches, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

They had one mission left. Then they were all going to retire with Redfly who was getting unceremoniously pushed out of service. No team without the captain. But then Catfish just had to jump in front of a bullet for Pope.

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Whumperless Whump Event: Dungeon Crawl

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Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Wild and Warriors

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Prompts for this chapter:

20. GOT THE SNIFFLES: Seasonal allergies / Can't stop coughing / “Bring tissues next time.”

27. ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH: Withdrawal / Hangover / “You'll get through this.”

14. RIPPED THE RUG FROM UNDER YOU: Despair / Clinging on for dear life / “Please don't leave.”

18. BREAKING NEWS: Storm Shelters / Huddling for warmth / “It'll be over soon.”

28. TAKE A WALK (LITERALLY): Hiking mishap / Heatstroke or heat exhaustion / “Can we take a break?”

CW: None

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Warriors was sure the fire was approaching more quickly as time went on. The air was getting hotter and he dropped low, instinctively trying to get below the smoke and heat even though there was no smoke. The whole time, he kept his foot and then his knee on the switch, keeping the gate open; this might be the only way for Wild to get back and for them to escape. He didn't think it made sense for this place to be a dead end, but very little about this made sense to him.

He wobbled where he knelt, his head swimming for a moment. The fire was closer. The air was hotter. He coughed as the heat caught in his throat and hunched down lower, though it didn't make much difference. His clothes clung to his body, soaked with sweat, but that wasn't helping either.

Another cough turned into a coughing fit that sent him to his elbows and knees. He just barely managed not to collapse. When the cage opened, he might need to be able to move quickly.

Click

The fire came a little closer. Warriors coughed again, uselessly wiping his brow, and took a quick gulp from his water bottle, trying to wet his throat. He considered trying to breathe through his scarf, but there was no smoke to be filtered out. It would just make him more hot and stifled.

Click

The fire was closer.

Warriors' head spun and he shut his eyes tight, gasping. Where was Wild? He didn't know how long it had been, but surely more than long enough to find and flick a switch?

Another fit of painful coughing sent him to the ground this time. He drank some more water, knowing he was sweating it out again instantly. Panting, feeling his pulse pounding in his throat, he shifted to lie on the switch.

If Wild took much longer, he wouldn't be able to get out of the cage when it opened.

He let out an involuntary whimper as another click brought the fire a little closer and raised the temperature a little more.

"You'll get through this," he whispered to himself, trying to silence the growing fear.

Where was Wild?

How much longer was this going to take?

Is he coming back?

Warriors' eyes fluttered shut. He didn't have the strength to open them again.

"You'll get through this," he whispered. The words sounded hollow.

He tried not to wonder if Wild had abandoned him.

He tried not to remember the heat of Volga's fire washing around him.

He tried to reach for his water bottle again, but his limbs didn't seem to be responding to commands.

On the edge of his awareness, he thought he heard another voice calling his name. His real name.

He tried again to open his eyes, but they were too heavy.

"It's OK, Link. It'll be over soon."

A woman's voice. Familiar. But he couldn't quite tell who it was.

He was so hot…

He gasped, the air burning his throat, and his thoughts groped in the dark for some understanding of what was happening, who was with him.

"Just let me hold you. It'll be over soon."

He thought he felt hands tracing over his cheek and neck, too intimate, too close to his throat. But he couldn't pull away.

"It'll be over soon."

Then he felt nothing at all.

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Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Prompt: @whumperless-whump-event Day 30: Mind control

Ship: Orange Cassidy/Hook

Summary: Hook gets taken over by something, but Orange isn't about to let him go that easily.

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31 - ONE WRONG STEP: Caught in a trap / Impaled / “If we remove it, you'll bleed out in seconds.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras & Joly (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Joly (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Modern Era, Hurt/Comfort, Phobias, Emetophobia, Star Trek References, well close enough, Enjolras and Joly watch Star Trek together, Background Enjolras/Combeferre/Grantaire Summary:

Enjolras has emetophobia. It usually takes him by surprise, and the worst is when Combeferre is ill.

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Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Prompt: @whumperless-whump-event Day 29: Lashing out

Ship: Orange Cassidy/Hook

Summary: Bad memories get dredged up after Hook and Orange go to the movies with Chuck.

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@whumperless-whump-event day 29: lashing out. oops. uh oh. oh no

direct continuation of yesterday's fic! cws: uhh. people being mean to each other. and vaguely kinda–implied suicidal ideation/survivor's guilt but in like a weird necromancy context

"What do you mean, I brought this on myself?"

Zenith has the audacity to look bored. "I mean what I said. The wearing-all-black thing. Like, yeesh, you're a religious nutjob, we get it."

"Just because you don't care about anything doesn't mean—"

"Dawn, please," Rosa says, sounding tired. "Could we at least get into the shade before you two start fighting?"

"Don't blame me!" Dawn says. "Zenith started it!"

"I don't care," Rosa says. Her petals, which have been wilting slightly in the heat, suddenly seem to move with a mind of their own. The thorns on the vines wrapped around her arms look sharper. "I'm sick of having to mediate you two all the time. Fix your own problems."

"Rosa," Eve says gently.

"Don't Rosa me." Rosa drops Dawn's arm and turns away, arms crossed. "I said what I said and I'm sticking to it."

"Well, I don't need your help, so there," Dawn says, aware that she sounds like a child, which only makes her more annoyed. She does need help, too—the heat hasn't lessened and her knees feel wobbly—but she'll be damned if she admits it. "I wish—"

The words are out of her mouth before she can think them. "Sometimes I wish we'd all just stayed dead."

The words sink like a stone into the hot, still air between them. No one says anything else. There's nothing to say.

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WHUMPERLESS WHUMP EVENT 2025:

30 - MIND THE STRINGS: Mind control / Psychic mishap / “Come back to yourself, please!” 

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Summary: on giftgiving

Characters: Warren Godby, Gordon Porlock, Emily Godby, William Godby, his wife, Bryony Halbech, Clive Schill

Words: 2.2k

Prompt: SEEING RED: Bloody nose / Coughing up blood / "Good lord, is all that yours?!" by @whumperless-whump-event

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Prompt: @whumperless-whump-event Day 22: Touch-starved

Activation Points (2241 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Touch-Starved, Touching, Touch Aversion, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Massage, Science Fiction Summary:

Richa, a student of simurgy, has been touch-starved for so long that experiencing touch sends her into mental upheaval and physical pain. Someone notices this and sets out to remedy it. But first they need to overcome her resistance.

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Fandom: All Elite Wrestling

Prompt: @whumperless-whump-event Day 28: Hiking mishap

Ship: Orange Cassidy/Hook

Summary: Who knew hiking could be so distracting?

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WHUMPERLESS WHUMP EVENT 2025:

29 - TAKE A WALK (FIGURATIVELY): Snapping under pressure / Lashing out / “You wanna say that again?” 

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heat waves (pt 1)

weird westerners time! yippee!! this one's a two-parter, second half's coming tomorrow

@whumperless-whump-event day 28: heat exhaustion

Dawn is hot.

The sunlight was pleasant, at first. But they've been walking for a long time, searching for a town or another vehicle or anything they can use to repair their van, and the sun's rays have quickly turned oppressive and smothering. The air wobbles in front of her, and she blinks woozily at it. Her hair is stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her mouth tastes like dust. 

"I'm hot," she mumbles. Hot doesn't seem to cut it, but her brain's too overheated to come up with anything better. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have worn all black, then," Zenith says. 

Dawn glares at them. Or tries to. They're wobbling a bit now, too. "It's Sunday." Also she doesn't have any other clothes, but that seems less relevant, somehow.

"Is it?" Zenith says, with apparently honest confusion. "Why are you even keeping track? Doesn't matter out here."

"What does it being Sunday have to do with anything?" Eve asks.

"Are you okay?" says Rosa.

Dawn can't keep up— with the conversation, with the questions, or with how fast everyone's walking. How do they all have so much energy? Her limbs feel heavy and sluggish, and she feels like she might throw up. She stops walking and rests her hands on her knees. "Can– can we take a break?"

Zeni opens their mouth to say something, probably sarcastic, but before they can Rosa puts a hand on Dawn's forehead and says "Oh geez, you're really hot. Zeni, I think they might be actually getting sick. Let's go find some shade or something."

Zeni sighs. "Fine. But you brought this on yourself, Dawn."