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Shout-out to this story, give it a read!

It's so precious <3

My Borrowed Son | 1 | That Day

It would’ve been the perfect day to rain. The divorce was finalized. The house and everything in it were divided up accordingly, but only two boxes of an entire life together had been cracked open. The rest were still taped and shoved in every free space available. 

Seven years. It had only been seven years. Well… they don’t call it the seven year itch for nothing, but why did it have to be her? 

Amanda Silverstein sat on the edge of the hard plastic bench just beside the playground in the neighborhood she moved into just one month ago. 

The sun shone brightly on the metallic structure that made up the playground. The swings drifted back and forth in the light breeze that didn’t reach the clouds high above. It looked abandoned, but school was in session, so no kids were present yet. 

In a perfect world, Amanda could have seen her children playing on a playground like this. The house her and her now ex-husband had was next to a lovely playground.

All of these hopes and dreams were now dry and fading like the link signature on the divorce papers sitting on her kitchen table. 

They weren’t, however, dry like her eyes. Amanda hadn’t stopped the slow stream of leaking tears since she went on her walk. The warmth of the sun couldn’t penetrate the barrier of numb sorrow strangling her heart. Every moment, she wondered what she could’ve done differently. Could she have spoken softer? Was it the hours she worked? Her desire for kids? What chased him away? Or was it inevitable? Were there too many differences in the first place? Was there anything she could’ve done? 

Amanda hung her head and laced her fingers through her hair by her scalp. Deep breath after deep breath, she was managing to keep herself from succumbing to the nausea plaguing her. Head throbbing, she leaned back and stared at the cloudless sky. 

It was only now that she realized she wasn’t shuddering with every breath. She filled her lungs and exhaled the first calm breath she had taken in hours. 

What was she going to do now? Work, obviously; but what else? The possibilities were endless, and the vastness was all consuming. 

It was too much…

And…

Really…

What she was actually asking herself was what was she going to do without him. 

Was it even worth it? 

Chest clenching in the familiar aching throb, Amanda felt on the verge of another round of sobs when she heard something. 

It was a soft sob, and it didn’t come from her. It was a sniffling sob that sounded close, but a quick glance around revealed no one. 

Amanda composed herself and wiped her palm against her cheek, smearing what little makeup she placed on her eyes. 

“Hello?” she called. The little sob was close, but no one was around her. 

More importantly, the sob sounded like it was… under… the bench. 

Amanda swallowed dryly and dared her curious side to peer under the bench as she heard another impossibly soft cry. There was no way something was there, right? 

She pulled her skirt to the side and looked, heart skipping every other beat in her chest as she did. 

Naturally, nothing seemed to be under there… at first. 

Then, after a moment of staring intensely and unblinking at the same spot while allowing her eyes to unfocus, she saw some of the tall blades of grass twitch. Amanda held her breath. Did she just see that? 

She focused on the same spot and, once again, saw the tall blades of grass twitch and something pull closer to the pole. Mortified, Amanda pulled her whole body up onto the bench, fearing it might be an injured creature like a mouse. 

But… how could it be a mouse? It was a light sandy brown and was too round for a mouse. 

Perhaps it was one of those crying dolls that a child lost earlier on the playground? 

Amanda dared herself again to peer over the edge and, with the utmost care, pulled the blades of grass out of her field of vision. 

Almost instantly stunned, she found herself locking eyes with the smallest boy she had ever seen in her life. Soft brown eyes and gaunt features, a boy no bigger than Amanda’s thumb was huddled next to the metallic part of the pole that supported the bench. 

Upon seeing Amanda, the child scurried away to the other side of the pole, peering out only a little to reveal his fear filled eyes. 

Amanda felt like she was about to faint. Stunned beyond words didn’t cover the rush of emotions she experienced. Completely flabbergasted, Amanda could only stare at the boy, jaw slack with surprise. 

Was he real? 

Was he a hallucination? 

Was this some kind of manifested stress creature because of everything she was going through recently? 

She found herself muttering, “Hey there,” before she could stop herself. The boy, who looked thin and filthy, whimpered, and retreated back behind the pole once again, and he didn’t reappear despite Amanda being able to hear him. 

Amanda’s anxiety from her own predicament was immediately replaced by questions and concern about this child. 

Was he alone? 

Was he real? 

Where were his parents? 

He looked human enough, but he couldn’t be human if he were that small, right? 

What should she do? Should she call the police? Or was he more like an animal and, if she touched him, he would be rejected by his family. 

What should she do? 

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#g/t #g/t community #parental g/t #g/t writing #found family #borrowers #reblog

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#me looking over to my collection of empty jars #heehee yeah... #it has become an obsession :D #g/t shitpost #g/t community #g/t #reblog

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cw: violence, blood, guns

"You'll pay for what you did to them", Caretaker spat full of rage, walking towards Whumper, who crouched on the ground.

Their usual calm and gentle voice was ice cold, eyes filled with fury where there once used to be warmth. Whumpee has never seen them like this, never would've imagined them to even act like that. That couldn't be the Caretaker they knew.

And Whumpee flinched when they kicked into Whumper's abdomen. They gnashed their teeth in pain, arching their back.

Just like they used to kick Whumpee whenever they were bad, didn't want to listen.

Another kick followed, this time against their jaw and Whumper's blood spurted, dropping on the floor, covering everything in dark red.

Blood. Just like theirs.

"Caretaker! Please, stop!", Whumpee cried out, as they couldn't stand this sight anymore.

Whumper panted in agony before Caretaker pulled out a weapon, pointing it at the helpless figure covering to their feet.

"You'll pay with your life. You fucking deserve it."

They drew a sharp breath through their clenched teeth, the desire for revenge glowing in their eyes.

Nothing could stop them now. And they had no pity for this asshole.

The one responsible for Whumpee's pain, for those years of hell. They will die in the same cellar, where Whumpee used to be tortured for so long.

Caretaker has sworn to kill them if their paths ever meet and here they were.

"Please, don't do this!", Whumpee repeated and watched the whole scene with horror.

No one should die just because of them, someone so worthless, insignificant, unlovable.

No one deserved to die through Caretaker's hand, not even Whumper.

And if Caretaker kills them, they won't be any better than Whumper, who tortured and killed others before.

Yet Caretaker ignored their pleas, as if all of their morals went to waste in that single moment and they put their finger on the trigger, ready to pull. That's when Whumpee jumped in front of Whumper.

"Whumpee! What the hell are you doing?! Go out of the way!", they growled, the weapon still pointed at Whumpee's teary face.

"Please, don't..."

"Whumpee. Move to the side."

They stayed like this, looking into Caretaker's scowled features and it seemed like they were another person, as if replaced and blinded by vengeance.

Why did Whumpee defend this monster?!

#caretaker turned whumper #conditioned whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #bad caretaker #protective whumpee #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #angst #whump scenario #writers on tumblr #whumblr

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EVERYONE just take a look at this!

This is so cute, thanks qwq

GTWAC DAY 9

Look... I can't draw people and I don't have the time to practice. I didn't want to offend anybody and I didn't have the time to ask for permission and wait for an answer, so I chose a story from my dear friend @greatgigintheskiess for day 9.

No, seriously, I just wanted to promote her writing :}

This is Arin from her one shot "The Whole World At Your Fingertips"

He is a tiny raccoon hybrid :D

#i just openend Tumblr and saw this #that really made my day :D #and i feel honored that you chose me :3 #gtwac

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Classic tropes/prompts in parental stories <3

The kid wakes up in the middle of the night because of nightmares and is too scared to sleep by themselves, so they sneak into their parental figure's bedroom, begging them to sleep together

Hide and Seek

Parental figure carrying the kid piggyback

Tickle fights! (no need for explanations, that's just adorable qwq)

Kid falls asleep somewhere and the caretaker finds them, bringing them to their bed

Caretaker and the child fall asleep on the couch together while watching a movie <3

Caretaker takes the kid to a fair, playground, restaurant or shopping, just spending the day and having fun together

Winter! (picture snowball fights, sleighing, buliding a snowman, hot chocolate, baking cookies, Christmas presents)

On a cold winter day Caretaker notices that the child is freezing so they draw a gentle smile and say: "Come here", pulling them under their coat to warm them up

Caretaker gives the kid their clothes, which are waaay too large for them so they are sitting there in a oversized sweater and Caretaker rolls up their sleeves

(and for a bit o' whump :D) Child gets injured/sick and the caretaker has to tend to their wounds or nurse them back to health

Stargazing together or catching some fireflies (I have a soft spot for that one <3)

Or just both of them cuddling under a blanket in front of the fireplace while rain and thunder is rumbling outside :3

#found family #family fluff #found family prompts #caretaker #parental caretaker #whump #whump community #whump prompt #fic writing #parent child relationship #writing community #writing prompt #writing tropes #writing blog #writers on tumblr

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A tiny child found in the middle of the forest by a group of giants gone on a camping trip to escape school life. Now they're all parents and decide to rent a place together all to take care of the child. Someone please write this as I have no time to.... it can be in any universe, even OC. Except for sanders sides.

#what a cute idea :'D #parental g/t #g/t community #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t prompts

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G/t community!

Put all of your things down and take a look at this:

✨JARS✨

That's it. That's the post.

Just jars :P

#g/t #giant tiny #g/t community #g/t stuff #jars #are great #especially for sticking your tinies in :) #i might have an obsession #i bought like 4 of these #and I even have some more at home #it's getting unhealthy now o.O

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EVERYONE! I'm still alive!

I know, it's been a long time since I've posted something but don't worry, I'm not dead.

Right now, I'm just hella busy with university since I started studying architecture in october which may or may not been a mistake (but we'll see about that in the future -.-)

Anyway!

Look what I'm doing in architecture class rn:

Different perspectives sure give perfect opportunities for some g/t scenes 👀

And we had to do a flipbook which was cool and I still want to study animation too

#g/t #g/t community #giant/tiny #g/t thoughts #g/t reference #sorry for putting this in the main tag #but I'm not normal so I get intrusive thoughts during lectures #and I barely find time to do anything else beside studying #not even reading my favorite fanfics :( #(we're not even talking about writing...)

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Child Whumpee cuddling with Parent Caretaker after they’ve both been through hell. I think about this all the time. Caretaker comforting Whumpee, telling them tbat everything’s going to be okay, and they made it. They got through it. And that no matter what, Whumpee will always be safe. Caretaker will protect them. And nothing bad will happen to them again.

#THIS #i love this #whump #whump prompt #child whumpee #parental caretaker #reblog

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#me when I'm writing #it do be like that #writing memes #writers on tumblr #writing humor #shitpost #reblog

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Y'know, I'm a big fan of human/alien encounter, it definitely counts to one of my all time fav tropes in terms of fanfics or media... :)

So picture this:

We have a classic alien abduction in a small american suburban (of course it is), where the most average working class kid suddenly disappears overnight. The police starts looking for them, filing up missing person reports, all that stuff, but obviously can't find the kid. Their parents are very concerned (if they have parents, if not, they're a poor lil orphan nobody misses, which is fine too... :3)

The kid, in the meantime, meets the aliens for the first time and of course, is scared of them, asking who they are and what they want. Nobody explains anything to the little human, leaving them all confused so they just do what lil kids do and cry, they cry a lot, annoying the aliens all the way. Still, they keep them for examinations or other various reasons on the space ship, when all the kid wants is to go home. But there's a reason why they can't bring them back to Earth (insert one, since I'm too lazy to think of one myself) so that's where the conflict starts.

Though at some point, one of the aliens has pity for the kid and somewhat befriends them, learning one or few odd little things about human culture. Like the alien has no idea what a pizza is or why humans celebrate something like Halloween or Christmas. And hearing about the world from a child's perspective is sure weird in a funny way. Just imagine how confused the aliens are, when they learn about human technology, human food and their ways of communication.

(Also potential for a lot of fluff... :D)

And as for the reason for this whole post: Eventually, the alien becomes the kid's parental figure, taking them under their wing.

Idk I'm just so drawn to this kind of concept, human kid & alien dad dynamic's my fav :P

#alien abduction #nonhuman caretaker #scifi writing #idk how to tag this #hurt/comfort #fluff #can be whump too :) #and also #g/t #like size difference? yes pls #found family #wait isn't this basically the plot of gotg #i've read too many fanfics

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love writing. writing is awesome. it’s a shame that it involves writing though

#wish I could just copypaste all of my ideas without having to write :') #i love and hate it at the same time #writing #shitpost #reblog

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Haven't posted any art for a while now, have I?

So there ya go~

#whump #whump community #whump art #child whumpee #parental caretaker #oc: don #oc: six #original story #with me

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With Me

Chapter 3: Obstacles to overcome

CW: (Implied) Child abuse, Physical torture, Lab Whump, Surgery, Vivisection, Broken bones

Word Count: 3.9 k

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It all felt so real again, so intense. A soft steady stream of tears, lightly audible signs of distress, truncated erratic breathing- all in all under deep steady aches, shooting pain and burning in his muscles. Clenching his fists, a wheezed yelp escaped the boy's throat while leather restraints kept holding him down to cold metal. The care for his body paid off, then. This way, Six' body remained unharmed. He couldn't bruise himself by straining against his bonds, not tear his skin on rough rope or kick or thrash but the scalpels and needles and cold gloved hands digging into his skin could inflict whatever they pleased on the child's body. 

The boy lay there helplessly, with only his mind and voice to use. The rest of his body was sore, piercing pain coming from his calves cutted open, where the doctors were sewing in wood splinters and broken glass stitch by stitch. The needle was pricking into his skin again and again and again, more tormenting from moment to moment. Six' limbs tightened and the sharp splinters and shards dug into his soft flesh, continuing to wear him out hopelessly. 

He wanted to scream, to escape this awful torture so bad but couldn't, as many masked figures were staring down on him, inspecting and guarding every breath of his, holding him tight in addition to the restraints. 

But the child cried nevertheless, throwing the scientists off guard and distracting them from doing their work in silence. Suddenly, the boy felt a warm breath prickling on his left ear as he didn't dare to open his eyes and sobbed slightly under his breath. 

"Six? Remember what I told you about crying during experiments, hm?" A familiar voice breathed softly, which sent shivers down the boy's spine. "You don't want to embarrass me in front of everyone, do you?" 

It was him. The man who took him away. The one responsible for all his pain. Ever since his stay there, that face had haunted Six in his mind, making him feel anxious whenever he just neared. His facade was cold and analytic, yet his voice was soft and charming and he chose his words carefully. 

Six felt his heartbeat quicken in a sudden, pressing out only a few whimpers when the stinging wound was being stitched again. He tried so hard to keep his mouth shut but more tears ran down his cheeks uncontrollably, the forming lump in his throat made it almost impossible to breathe. Six only prayed for it to finally end. 

Please, just stop it now. Please, make it end. Please…

His mind was drifting away more and more until finally, a scream escaped his throat. 

In an instant, Six was snapped back into reality, waking up in drenched sweat as his eyes were widened in fear, glaring into the darkness of the bedroom he was in right now. The boy's head shot up in a sudden and he sat up, his whole body trembling in fright and shock. Six felt his eyes filling up with tears again, the pictures of this horrible nightmare still circling in his mind. 

Although by now, the boy realized it had been just a dream, it still felt so real. Sadly, and that was a fact, the dream wasn't that far from reality, however. Most of Six' nightmares were fragments of his life during captivity and he couldn't remember to ever have pleasant dreams at all. 

The sudden noise of a creaking door startled the child, making his breathing even more erratic. He heard a few heavy steps on the wooden floor and stared at the dark silhouette moving through the room towards the nightstand beside the bed, until a light bulb was snapped on. 

A warm dimmed light emerged in the room. And shortly after his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, Six recognized the one coming up to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

Don. 

"Are you alright, kid?" The older man frowned, looking in Six' direction. "I heard ya scream." Don sat there in a white loose t-shirt, looking tired, which the boy could tell by some dark rings under his eyes, as it was still in the middle of the night.

An unsettling feeling spread through the boy's body, in fear that he just ripped the man from his sleep.

Why couldn't he just keep quiet for once?! 

Six wheezed quietly, wondering if the man was mad at him. Usually annoyance looked different, telling from the scientists' faces whenever the boy kept crying or tried to resist during and after their experiments in the past. Warning glances and snarls, threatening the child, and punishments to follow afterwards. But Don's facial features were eased, lips slightly pursed, only stoic tired eyes studying the boy with the anticipation to comprehend his behavior. Six was confused. Where was the catch? 

"Bad dream…" The boy replied in a shaky voice, his body still trembling like he was out in the cold on a winter's day, despite here in the room, the temperature was high beyond.

Don watched the frightened child, looking him up and down. He couldn't know what had startled Six so much and he also hesitated asking him about it. The boy sure didn't want to talk about all of his traumatic experiences and Don was also no one to him needing to know that. Anyway, Don was also too tired for a depth talk right now as he felt spacing out, suppressing a yawn. 

"Well, now that it was just a dream," He grunted, laying one hand gently on the child's shoulder. "you can lay down again and close your eyes, boy." 

In his intention to check up on the child, he had been far more concerned than he would've admitted. When Don woke up to a loud scream, he already had imagined the worst, suddenly feeling all over the place. And taking into consideration that he and the kid were the only ones in his house, the man started feeling more unnerved, nonetheless. But seeing that the boy was quite alright and just shrieked in his sleep was somehow relieving to him, in all honesty. 

Looks like his job was done here, right? 

Six drew his legs closer to his body, curling up to a ball again. Don's glance fell onto the little boy who still appeared to be troubled by something. And as if he wasn't even doing it by himself, the man carefully pulled the blanket over the child's upper body up to his chin, tucking him in. The boy felt warmth surrounding his body again and wondered about Don's sudden action that seemed to come out of nowhere. Six didn't remember the last time someone had tucked him in, if ever. 

But before he could even think about that more, the boy's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He was so tired but also too scared to fall back asleep that his nightmare would continue. Six tried to stay awake but his body fought so hard against him and it seemed like he was about to lose. Don was right, though. He needed to sleep. His body simply demanded it. 

Just when the warm comforting light expired again and the room was flooded with darkness again, Six heard Don stepping away from the bed. In the man's intention to leave and go back to sleep again, Six tilted his head, sleepily mumbling to the yawning man. 

"Stay. Please..."

Don stopped, taken aback, and turned around to the little boy, who tried so badly to keep his eyes open. At once, he felt surprised and yet couldn't help but wonder about these two muttered words out of the boy's mouth.

So much for shortly checking up on the kid.

Not gonna lie, Don imagined this job to be way more easier. But children are work, indeed. A fact that also Don seemingly understood by now. 

And it was interesting to see how such a small request had caught him off guard so easily. Just when he anticipated making his way back to the couch, on which he'd been sleeping for two days now, Don realized what the boy wanted from him. And for a second, he had thought about retorting. 

He could simply say that he was just too tired for this and that wouldn't even be a lie. 

But somehow he just didn't have the heart to deny Six' wish, whether it was for his empathy and after all the child has been gone through or just because somewhere deep deep down in Don's mind, he remembered such a scene from his own childhood. 

Though the only difference was that his father didn't stay. Said he's old enough to sleep alone. And then slammed the door. 

Stupid sentiments.

So without further ado, Don discarded his thought again and went about the child's request, coming back to him. 

"Fine." He responded, sitting down on the bed and pulling his feet out of the slippers he had put on. "Scoot over then. I ain't that thin like you anymore, boy." 

Don lay down beside the child, making a bit of space for him on the bed. His glance fell on the little kid nuzzling into the blanket which almost belonged to him as it was something like his very own comfort item. Don looked up and stared to the ceiling for a while, motionless, until he felt something or someone near his body. He lowered his gaze and saw how the child had snuggled to his side, sleeping so peacefully and calm. The man hesitated, watching the boy's slow rise and falls of his chest, hearing his soft breaths. And something about this scene made his heart skip a beat. 

Hesitantly, Don laid one arm around the tiny body, pulling the child a little bit closer, not even fully understanding why. What is he even doing here? He should be sleeping in the living room, on his couch, for heaven's sake. He had sworn to himself to keep his distance from things like such, trying to not get too attached to this child, yet he's doing the exact opposite now. And before he might even know it, Don was getting caught up in something. He looked down on the boy with a sigh, guarding his sleep for a while, until he himself fell into a deep doze. 

"I never would've thought I'd hear from you again, Don! You're starting to become more and more of a hick, you know? No one ever sees you in town, you're always off somewhere but here." A familiar voice called through the turntable telephone standing on Don's kitchen counter.

The woman, which the voice belonged to, was speaking in a witty manner, pointing out his lack of social interactions all the way. Seeing by this, Don has never been a social butterfly and Barb was by far the only person in town he had anything to do with at all. And he also wanted to keep it that way. Because the last thing he needed was another distraction, to put it in harsh words.

During the call, Don already thought about what to do when Barb wasn't ready to help him. Where could he possibly go? He just couldn't leave the kid like that, with a serious injury. Don needed Barb's help, that's for sure. She might be the only chance for the boy to ever walk again in his life. And although the kid tried to hide it so badly, Don could see him being in pain, which hurt the man more than he’d like to admit. 

So after a long talk and lots of persuasion, Barb eventually agreed to come over and take a look at the boy while Don could feel a bit of hope spreading through his body. Hope that the child's wound would soon be treated and he could let him go again. Then, he would also take the boy to the local police station, explain the case and let them deal with the rest, so Don wouldn't get in trouble for any of this. 

Sounds like a plan, right? 

Yeah, the man thought but somehow there was still a little voice in his mind telling him it didn't feel right. Looking at this from the sober side though, that's the only reasonable solution for his little problem.

While waiting until Barb would arrive, Don was greeted by emerald sleepy eyes glaring at him, as he woke up the boy by gently shaking his shoulders. 

"Six... wake up." He mumbled softly to the child who was stirring and stretching in the bed. "Hey, good mornin', boy." 

Don was surprised when the kid didn't recoil away immediately when he saw his face. The boy appeared much calmer towards him than in the first few days and slowly started trusting Don that he even let him sleep in his bed last night. 

Six sat up in bed when Don brought him something to eat. His ration for today, he thought to himself as he was already starving. It had been so weird when the man gave him some food yesterday evening too.

Usually, he never got that much ration for one day, the boy wondered. 

When he had been there, sometimes the child wouldn't get food for days, either as punishment or because they needed him with a sober stomach for any experiments. He had been so hungry then, desperately awaiting the day where they finally gave him something to eat again.

"There you go, breakfast." The man said, smiling warmly to Six when he handed the boy a plate. "Pancakes." 

With that, Don stopped his train of thought and Six raised his head to the man's explanation. Then, he started eating and it tasted... awesome. Everything the man had given to him by far was so tasty and delicious, compared to the stuff he'd been fed before. 

"How is it?" Don asked as he watched him eagerly eating from the side of the bed.

"I... like that very much." The boy answered shyly.

Only now he realized how tired and hungry he actually had been before. The days after his escape had been so exhausting, when Six didn't know where to go and aimlessly strayed through the deep woods without any food or water or a place to sleep.

Well, until he had stepped into Don's bear trap…

"Good to hear." The man chuckled as he seemed to content the child with what he had made for him this morning. 

Still, he was so surprised how avidly the boy accepted all the food he had given him as if he was eating it all for the last time ever. Don eyed the child for a while, wondering how he might react when in merely an hour the town's doctor would be here. When they first met, Don promised the boy to avoid anything having to do with hospitals and doctors and medical stuff, yet he seemed to break this promise.

And it feels like betrayal too. 

Betraying the child which finally has grown some trust in him. And he knew today this trust would be put to the test. 

On the other hand, there was no other option than this. And Don wasn't someone who made rash decisions, no, he did think through this a lot. However, he never thought he would be so troubled by something like this and the more time eventually passed by, the more Don started feeling uneasy. He took the now empty plate out of the boy's hands and handed him a glass of water afterwards. Six drew it to his lips, drinking all out. Judging by his facial expression, the water probably tasted weird but he also didn't need to know that Don put a crushed pain reliever in it. This way, the medicine still helped with the pain from his leg but he didn't have to force the boy to take a pill.

Don casted a quick glance at the clock. Almost 11 am. Barb would be here every minute. The man drew in a sharp breath and brought the dishes to the kitchen sink. Through the small window he already saw a blue Chevy parking in his driveway. 

Six didn't know how long Don was gone but he was glad when the man came back to him. Somehow the boy started feeling safe whenever he was around, probably because of how secure Don was holding him in his arms last night. The boy wouldn't deny it, he was seeking so long for this kind of feeling that flooded his body with warmth. And he didn't want to be left all alone anymore, he wished to finally have someone. 

And with Don, he wasn't feeling alone. 

"Hey kid, uh…" Don stammered nervously, entering the room. But there the boy recognized something that was freezing the blood in his veins immediately. Don didn't come back alone. "Look, I brought someone with me." 

A middle-aged woman with short ginger hair and light pink shirt stood in the doorframe. "That's Barb." Don introduced her to the child. "She's a good friend of mine. She won't hurt you." 

Six froze at the sight of the woman and his smile vanished almost immediately.

"Hi, how are ya, sweetie?" She smiled friendly at him and approached the bed as carefully as possible but Six frowned, all color drained out of his face.

Who is she? Why did Don bring her? The boy stared at the woman with widened eyes, wishing for her to turn around and leave again. He didn't want someone else near him! But Don already sat down on the edge of the bed, with her in tow, and Six couldn't do anything else than huddle as far away as possible where his back met the wall. And right now, he just wished to disappear in it. 

"Barb here is an," Don paused, scratching the back of his head. "uhm... expert for healing." The boy knew that he just wanted to ease the situation and calm him down by this but Six already understood what the man actually wanted to say.

"D-doctor?" The child struggled to speak it out loud. His voice quivered, making him cringe. 

No, please… Not again. 

Six saw Don's sad look on his face, in all pity for the child. The man seemed to recognize the utter betrayal in the boy's eyes, all the guilt crushing down as he had to force Six to live through his greatest fears for his own good. Six saw hurt in the man's eyes.

"Well, yeah, I'm-" The woman then answered, causing him to flinch in fear when she neared.

"No!" Six squeaked, almost crying.

He turned away from her, wanted to run away but couldn't with his leg. The child was shivering in fright, he was so scared of what she would do to him now. And Don just would let this happen. No, he didn't want to be bound up and experimented on! Please, anything but that! 

Tears streamed down his cheeks and sobs killed his voice. Suddenly, he felt Don's hands grabbing his face, turning it in his direction. "Six, hey." The man spoke softly. "Six, look at me." His grip was gentle, yet unyielding and the boy closed his teary eyes, finally stopped struggling. 

"No one will hurt you, 'kay?" Don assured, still holding his face, a thumb brushing over the child's cheek. "We just want to help you, I'm with you all the time." 

Did he mean it? Six didn't know if he could trust anyone right now. Everyone just wants to hurt him, right? They are all the same, aren’t they? But then there's Don who's been treating him so nicely like nobody else before. And now he was holding him so close again, even comforting and speaking well to the boy. Maybe Don was telling the truth. Maybe they really just wanted to help him.

Six soon felt the man's grip ease and he looked terrified to the ginger woman, who also sat down beside Don, pity and sympathy spread over her face. "Don't be scared, sweetheart." She said with a soft voice."I just wanna take a look at your leg, is that okay?" 

No, not okay, Six thought. Don is the only one who is allowed to touch him! But the woman grabbed his ankle nonetheless. No, he didn't want her to do that! He wanted to break free from her grip, he wanted to yell, thrash, protest- 

But then the boy felt a large hand on his back, stroking up and down so gently. Don, he realized. Almost in an instant Six felt his tensed body ease, relaxing at the soft touch.

"You're doin' great, kid." The man spoke calmly to him.

While the woman, Barb apparently, was carefully unbinding the bandage on the child's foot, inspecting the deep wound with a sharp eye. "Oh my... the ankle bone is broken. The muscle tissue crushed." She noted and her glance fell back to Don. "How did that happen?" 

The latter pursed his lips, a vein popped out of his neck. "He got into one of my bear traps." The man explained, with a hint of guilt creeping over his face. "Disinfected it already and boy's takin' pain relievers." 

Six gulped when he saw Don's afflicted expression. But wasn't it all his fault? If he just would've looked where he was going that night, he wouldn't be here, be such a burden to Don. The man already did so much for him, more than any stranger would even think of and Six? What did he give him in return? Only trouble and worries. 

Barb listened to Don's explanation, her gaze wandering over to the boy. "Oh, you poor thing." She said, giving him a pitiful look. 

But Six only continued staring at her, feeling how his shoulders shuddered. She was so close to him. She could hurt him in so many ways with his wound exposed like that. The boy was so confused when she did nothing of that though. Barb just took another fresh bandage and gently tied it around his ankle. She gave him a sad smile, tenderly brushing her fingers over the boy's leg and covered it with the blanket again. 

"That will take a long time to heal. A devastating fracture like this also requires an operation." She addressed Don after.

"Can't you do it without?" Almost immediately followed. 

If there's at least one medical thing to avoid, then Don would do it. It was already enough for the kid that Barb was here, considering how scared the little one looked. But an operation? That would definitely be too much. However, the man's hopes were crushed when Barb shook her head. 

"No, I'm afraid I can't. That's the only way or else he'll never be able to walk again." 

Don let out a sad sigh, eyeing the child who once again was left completely unasked in all of this. That's not fair. Six shouldn't have to go through that, he didn't deserve any of this. But Don could tell the kid got calmer when he brought Barb to the door eventually. He saw that the boy could finally take a deep breath again.

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VILE piece for today (i do not own a blender i apologize if it looks whack)

also i'm editing this, i did not realize this was whump until i was told it was whump, so be aware you will see more of this!! i'm sorry if this is too intense for some people ;v;

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G/t July #10: Ancient

Yeah, I know I skipped the other days... but I wanted to participate anyway so here's a snippet for ya :P

Word Count: < 1 k

Finn couldn't even remember how he got lost. But there he was, aimlessly straying through the thicket. The boy was miles away from his home by now. And slowly but surely, he was losing hope to ever find a way back.

Looks like he has to find a place for the night. Bad thing was, he didn't carry any weapons to defend himself from wild animals. And his stomach was growling as he didn't eat anything today. He was so exhausted.

The boy kept on walking further in an unknown direction and for as long as his legs would carry him. Eventually, Finn spotted a path that led out of the forest and to some ancient ruins. He stood on a clearing, surrounded by abandoned remains from what might've been a castle once. The one he entered was so huge and enormous and, if he wouldn't know any better, he'd say even gigantic.

Soon Finn perceived a very pleasant smell and went after it. He was still so hungry. The boy found a room what appeared to be a kitchen, poorly furnished though. A cauldron stood in the middle, on the walls were shelves filled with different herbs and jars of wheat, pickled food and more. But the only odd thing about this was the size. Everything was huge in comparison to him.

Someone really tall must live here but giants only existed in myths and legends, right?

The child didn't hesitate long and climbed onto a table that stood beside the cauldron. There he found food almost as big as himself. But the boy went over to a plate and started eating as much as he could until a deep voice caught him off guard.

"Well well, look what we have here. Don't you think it's rude to just steal someone's food?"

The boy turned around and froze when he saw a giant talking to him.

But that's not possible! Giants are not real!

Finn wanted to say something but nothing seemed to come out of his mouth. He just stared at the old giant in fright.

"What's the matter, kid?" The giant asked with amusement. "Have you lost your tongue?

Eventually, Finn answered meekly. "I-i'm not looking for trouble. I'm sorry for d-disturbing you... I'll go right away!"

The boy already stepped a bit backwards and wanted to run over to the table's edge when he was scooped up by a pair of large hands.

"Wait a moment, I'm not done with you yet." The giant said and peered at the tiny boy in his hands. Finn was scared to the core. He already imagined how the giant would throw him in the cauldron and eat him with neck and crop. The boy shivered by the mere thought of what he could even do to him. Finn shielded himself with his trembling hands.

"Please, don't eat me! I didn't mean to steal!" The child pleaded, close to tears.

That's when he heard a loud deep laugh which completely confused him. Finn lowered his arms and saw the giant laughing amusedly.

What's so funny about it?

"I ain't gonna eat you, kid." He chuckled. "Just look at you, you're only skin and bones!"

Finn had no idea what was even going on here. He continued staring at the buff guy who laughed his head off. Suddenly the giant tilted his hands, causing the child to tumble on one palm. The giant placed the boy on a counter, where he had a good view of him.

"Hm, I'm starting to like you, little boy." He said with a cheeky grin. "What's your name?"

"It's…Finn."

The boy noticed pinning light eyes on him. He could see the giant's long dark hair, some strands braided, and his tied beard. Only now the boy realized he looked nothing like a regular human, telling by his pointy ears.

"Now, you probably heard of me, didn't you?" The giant stopped his train of thought.

But Finn had no idea what to say. So he just shook his head, feeling uncomfortable.

"No?" The giant gave him a disappointed look. "C'mon, toots. The giant of Eldham? Does that ring a bell?"

The boy rummaged in his mind. He could remember having heard about it but wasn't that just an old fairytale parents told their kids?

"Uhm, I guess. But I always thought it was just a legend." Finn replied awkwardly. He really just wanted to get away from here. But the giant seemed to think otherwise, continuing their little conversation.

"You see, it's not. And I haven't seen humans around in ages but somehow you found me here."

The giant rested his chin on his hand, stemming on the counter. Finn felt a warm breath on his skin, tousling his blond hair. As if this talk wasn't awkward enough, the boy heard his stomach growling loudly. His face turned crimson when the giant chuckled softly.

"You're hungry, aren't you, kid?" He uttered, handing him a piece of the food from the table. "Here, have a few bites."

The child peered a while at the offered food and eventually took it thankfully. Finn was hungry, indeed, so he could hardly refuse, couldn't he?

And besides, wasn't he looking for a place to eat and sleep before anyway?

But little did the boy know then, he would be in the company of an ancient giant. And if Finn told anyone about it, they would think he made this up.

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Here's a little Hero/Villain whump prompt :P

Cw: Minor whumpee, Child whumpee, bruises, kidnapping, restraints

Everything was bathed in pitch black when Whumpee had opened their eyes. They sat on a cold ground, back against the wall and felt the bounds wrapped tightly around their thin wrists. With the smell of a basement rising into their nose, they wept quietly what only came out as a muffled whine as their mouth was covered by some thick tape. Whumpee tried to struggle helplessly and panic stricken had looked around, trying to recognize where they were right now.

They didn't remember much. Only that they had been knocked over by something, losing their consciousness right after. They had been on a mission with Hero and that was also the last thing they remembered. And Whumpee didn't know how long they had been here.

The noise of a heavy metal door opening with a loud creak and some steps coming closer suddenly echoed in the room, scaring the poor child only more.

A light from the hallway shining through the door blended Whumpee as their eyes had completely adjusted to the darkness and further muffled sounds mixed with sheer fear of the one that approached them. The dark silhouette kneeled down in front of Whumpee, ripping off the tape from their mouth to which they reacted in a whimper. A pair of eyes stared directly into the child's terrified face, studying them with a stoic glance. And only then Whumpee recognized them. It was Villain.

Another almost inaudible whine escaped the child's throat, when Villain grabbed their wrists. They knew what Villain was capable of. Hero had told them countless times how they had slaughtered so many innocent lives just for fun. They were ruthless, sadistic, pure evil.

During their training sessions, Whumpee remembered, Hero used to tell them these stories while they had beaten up the little defenseless child. Hero always said it was for their own good and only this way they could learn what it meant to be a true hero. No pain, no gain was their favorite saying that seemed to have burned into Whumpee's mind since.

And now they were in Villain's clenches and scared to the core. Whumpee already imagined how they would torture them while laughing viciously, only to kill them afterwards anyway. But then they felt the bounds on their wrists loosend, being cut through by Villain's knife.

As if that wasn't confusing enough, now followed something Whumpee had never expected to hear from their mouth.

"Have you eaten today, kid?"

After some hesitation Whumpee instinctly shook their head and Villain handed them some food afterwards. They stared a while at it, then again back at Villain who raised an eyebrow, indicating them to eat. Whumpee didn't take long and accepted the food silently, eating all up.

Villain watched them patiently without any other word. They winced though when Villain's fingers tucked under their chin, forcing the child to look at them. But instead of hurting them like Whumpee expected, they turned their face a bit to the side, revealing some dark bruises on the child's neck and shoulders.

"Did they do this to you?" Villain asked sternly but not mean or in any spiteful tone. Their voice sounded almost concerned. "Hero?"

Whumpee tried to avoid their look but failed as the fingers still held up their chin, making it impossible for them to turn away. But Villain knew the answer all along. They knew how Hero had treated Whumpee. And they knew exactly what Hero told the child about them. So their reaction was only justified.

The child nodded slightly and the hand finally let go off Whumpee's chin. And the next thing they felt confused them even more. Villain laid a soft blanket over their delicate shoulders, their hand resting gently on their back.

"Relax, kid, I ain't gonna hurt you." Villain added when Whumpee reacted with another flinch.

"Y-you don't?" Their voice quivered as their little body still shivered in a mix of cold and fear.

Villain didn't answer but helped the child getting up, giving them a bit of support on their shaky legs.

"But I don't understand... Hero used to tell me you're evil." Whumpee chirped confused, leaving Villain in right with their only assumption about them.

"Didn't you ever think that maybe they were the bad guy all the time?" Villain retorted. "And put all the blame on me?"

Whumpee didn't know what to say anymore.

Yes, it's true that Hero had always blamed Villain for their misery, making them the scapegoat. And Whumpee also had to learn that Villain is no one to trust, that they want to kill them whenever they crossed their ways.

But why did Villain act so caring now? Was this all just a trick? Hero wouldn't have lied to them, or would they?

Standing on wobbly legs Whumpee soon felt their strength giving in. They were so confused and too tired to think about this more. They just wanted to sleep. And as if Villain would've read their thoughts, they eventually lead the child to the door with their hand still resting on their back.

"C'mon, kiddo. You must be very exhausted. You can take my bed for tonight."

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