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Don't Take The Girl

whumptober day 29: bargainning

pairing: tom 'iceman' kazansky x wife!reader

characters: tom kazansky, y/n kazansky, tommy kazansky, ron kerner, carole and bradley bradshaw

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, pregnancy, childbirth, blood, bargainning with God, praying, traumatic birth, crying, medical inaccuracies, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

this is inspired by the song Don't Take the Girl by Tim McGraw

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: tom was so excited to welcome his daughter into the world... but he had no idea that he might have to say goodbye on the same day

Beep beep beep

Ice chuckled as the student flying behind him tried to get a missile lock on him.

Silver, the student on his tail, was rushing the hop because he was trying to beat Cobalt and prove to everyone that his call sign was not indicative of how he performs.

It reminded him of how Maverick flew when they were students in Top Gun. “Come on Silver, don’t be reckless. That’s not how you win,” Ice said, his voice cool and even as he rolled out of the way.

“You wanna win, you do it right. It’s how I-”

“Range control to Iceman.”

“Iceman to range control, everything alright?”

“Yo,” Slider’s voice broke through then. “Ice, hospital just called. Y/N’s gone into labor.”

Tom nearly stopped at his friend’s words, slowing down as he processed it. “What?”

“Yeah, your baby girl is coming now, we gotta go. Tommy’s at a friend's house. We gotta go pick him up,” Ron said quickly, trying to convey his urgency.

Ice could only nod before ringing filled his cabin. Missile lock.

“Alright, I’m down. Lesson over. I’ll lead the way back to base,” Ice said, not caring that he lost because he was distracted. You were in labor, and he needed to be there.

After landing and rushing out of his plane, Tom didn’t even bother changing out of his flight suit before leaving to go get your son from his friend’s house and going to the base hospital with Ron at his side.

“Why are we going to the hospital, Daddy?” Tommy, your six year old son, asked from his carseat.

Tom looked over his shoulder at him before looking back at the road, “You know how we’ve been waiting on your baby sister to get here?” Tommy nodded. “Well, she’s on her way and we’re meeting Mama at the hospital to get her.”

Tommy smiled and he bounced a little in his seat, “I’m gonna be a big brother!” Ron chuckled, “Yeah little man, you’re gonna be a big brother. The best big brother I bet.” He nodded, “I’m gonna try!”

Ice smiled as he finally pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Your son was so excited that he unbuckled himself and nearly bolted out of the car. “Thomas Jordan, do not just run off like that. I get that you’re excited, trust me I am too. But Aunt Carole and I can’t chase you around, okay?” Tom said, being firm but not mean.

Tommy stopped and ran back to him, grabbing his hand, “Yes sir.” Ice gave him a soft smile before picking him up, “Alright let’s go.”

They walked in and went straight to labor and delivery, knowing the way after the last few moments of Braxton Hicks contractions.

He spotted Carole in the waiting room first, Bradley was next to her playing on his Gameboy next to her. “Carole!” Her head jerked up to see him, “Tom, thank goodness you’re here. Y/N would have my head if you missed this.”

Tom nodded and chuckled, “Oh I know, but it’s mine she’ll want. Will you watch Slider and Tommy for me? I’ll come get you when we can have visitors.” Carole smiled as he sat Tommy down and she gave him a snack, “Yes, now go or you’re gonna miss it.”

“Hey wait, why do I need a babysitter?” Ron asked as Ice went over to the desk. “Ronnie, don’t make me answer that. You want some snacks?” Carole asked, pulling out another zip-lock bag. “Oooh yes!”

Tom rolled his eyes fondly as he walked up the nurse’s station.

“I’m Captain Thomas Kazansky, my wife is here. She would have come in a little bit ago?” The nurse looked at her sheet, “Y/N?” “Yes, yes that’s her.” She smiled at him, “Room 304, I can lead you to it.” He patted the counter top, “Thank you.” He followed the nurse down the hall and to the room.

When they got there the nurse knocked before stepping in, “The father is here.”

“Tom?” He heard your tired voice come from the bed before another contraction ripped through you and you had to push again. He smiled, “Yeah yeah I’m here, Sweet-”

“I’m sorry Captain, you have to leave. You can’t be here,” the doctor said out of nowhere.

“What?” You and Tom said at the same time as you both looked at the doctor.

You whimpered a little, “W-Why?” The doctor shook his head, “Just get him out of here, we’ll come get him.”

The nurse only nodded and tried to guide Tom back out.

“No, no, please, I need him in here. Please why-” You got cut off by the next contraction and the nurse managed to get him out.

Tom looked at the nurse, “What is going on? Why can’t I be in there with her?” The nurse sighed a little and just shook her head, “I’m not sure, but we have to listen to the doctor. Let's go to the waiting room, he’ll be out to get you when it’s time.”

All he can do is nod as tears hit his eyes. Something wasn’t right, he had a gut feeling. But he just had to follow orders.

It felt like a damn near eternity as Tom paced the floor.

He had slid his aviators back on to hide the redness caused by his tears. He didn’t need Tommy seeing his normally calm father freaking out and crying. He didn’t want to worry him either, because he could be wrong. Everything could be just fine and it’s just his adrenaline from being in the air transferring to this moment.

“Captain Kazansky?”

Tom’s head whipped over and he looked at the doctor. “Yes?” He nodded down the hall, “May I speak with you? Privately?” Ice didn’t hesitate and followed him down back to the room they had you in.

“Are-are they okay? Why couldn’t I be in there?” Tom asked the doctor immediately as he took his sunglasses off.

“Your baby is fine, Captain. It was scary for a moment, but your baby girl is healthy,” he said, his hands in his coat pockets.

If that was supposed to dampen Ice’s anxiety, it didn’t. It actually made it worse.

Tom huffed a little and gestured to the door, “My wife, how’s my wife? Why couldn’t I go in there?”

The doctor sighed, “Captain, your wife… she lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go after the birth. We managed to get the bleeding stopped but we can’t be certain she’ll pull through.” Tom was silent as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. “I think it’s best if you go home, Captain…”

“Go home? Go home?! How can I go home with my son while his mother lies in a hospital bed fighting for her life? What am I supposed to tell him? What do you say to a six year old that gained and lost someone on the same day?!”

The doctor took a deep breath, remaining calm as the normally collected blond shouted at him, “I understand that you’re angry and that you’re upset. But the only thing we can do now is wait.”

“Then let me wait with her. I won’t let her be alone. She shouldn’t be alone. Please… please let me be with her.”

He thought about it, looking between the pilot and the room where you lay unconscious on the bed. He nodded, “Alright, you can stay.” “Thank you doc.”

The doctor moved out of the way and opened the door. “Do you want them back here now or?” Tom shook his head, “No, not yet… I just.. I need a minute.”

Tom walked in and the doctor shut the door to give him some privacy.

He looked at you on the bed, swallowing as his throat dried up. He knew what he walked in on wasn’t going to be pretty but the fact that it was you hooked up to wires and machines, it was heartbreaking.

He’d seen colleagues and friends in this position, but to see you, his wife and mother of his children, in this position… it was earth shattering.

“Oh Sweetheart…” Tom whispered hoarsely as he walked over and held your hand.

Your hand was clammy, nothing like the soft warmth he was used to and it’s what finally sent him to the floor.

Tom hit his knees, his forehead resting on your hand as he prayed.

“God… please, I can’t.. I can’t lose her. Please just... take the breath you gave me. Take the heart from my chest. Put me in her place. That’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s how it’s always supposed to happen. Me first. I’m the one with the dangerous job. Don’t take her, please… don’t take her from me…”

He sobbed, letting out all of his emotions right there. His tears were wetting your hand and soaking into the blanket.

Tom was terrified, he usually was good in stressful situations. But right now? This was a whole new kind of stress.

He was sitting here begging to trade his life for yours. To die so you could live. And he meant every word.

Tom had never said anything without meaning it. Even in arguments he tried his damnedest to be honest and strategic with his words. He thought carefully about his words because he knew the impact of them.

So his prayer was genuine. He would gladly die so you could live, so his kids could have a mother. He would trade places in a heartbeat.

Because you deserved to live.

Tom gave himself enough time to calm down before leaving to go get Tommy. He wanted your son to get a chance to see you in case anything happened. Was letting him see you like this the best idea? Probably not. But he would regret it if he never let Tommy talk to you.

So, after he collected himself he let a nurse know that it was okay to bring them to the room.

Carole walked in first, Ron and Tommy behind her and Bradley behind them.

“H-How is she?” Carole asked, a little fear in her voice. “She’s um… She’s resting.” “What about the little one?” Ron asked as he put Tommy down. Ice wiped his mouth, “They’re doing check ups and everything, making sure she’s alright.”

“Daddy?” Tommy whispered as he hugged his father’s leg. “Is Mama okay?”

Ice sniffled a little, “She’s just resting right now Tommy. I’m sure she can hear you though, do you want to say something to her?” Tommy nodded, “Yes please.”

Tommy walked over and held your hand, “Hi Mama. Daddy said you were sleeping but that you could hear me. I wanted to tell you I love you. I hope you’re having good dreams.”

Ice smiled at his son as he came back over and clung to his leg again. “Are we going home?” Tom sighed and squatted down, “I’m gonna stay with Mama and baby Whitney, you’re gonna stay with Uncle Sli for a little bit okay?” Tommy nodded before hugging his dad, “Okay Daddy, I love you. Can we come in tomorrow?”

He nodded, “Maybe, we’ll have to see okay? I love you too.” He kissed his forehead and Ron gave him a quick hug before they left.

Carole sniffled as she looked at you and walked over to hold your hand.

“Is she gonna pull through?”

Tom sighed and walked over, “They don’t know…” Carole nodded, “I think she will. She’s a fighter. Always has been. And she wouldn’t leave you and those babies behind, not if she has a choice.”

She wiped her eyes a little before leaning over to kiss your forehead, “We’ll come by tomorrow okay?”

Carole turned back to Tom, “Any updates, this is where we’re staying. Don’t hesitate to call.” He took the piece of paper, “Thank you Carole.” “Of course,” she said with a gentle smile before hugging him. “Bradley, c’mon, let’s get out of Tom’s hair.”

Bradley nodded and gave Tom a quick hug, “Bye Uncle Ice.” “Bye kiddo.”

They left and Tom turned back to you. “It’s just us sweetheart.”

He walks over and sits down, threading his fingers through yours. “I don’t really know if you can hear me right now… but I’m gonna talk to you like you can…”

Tom sat there for hours talking to you. Whatever it was, whether it be what happened at work to reminiscing about the past, he talked about it.

He just kept talking. He knew that if he stopped he wouldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. He had to keep his mind busy.

At some point, they brought Whitney in. Everything was okay and she was in good health so she could be in the room.

Tom smiled and walked around with her as he talked to her, rambling on about her older brother, her aunts and uncles. He talked about you and how much you loved her even though you couldn’t tell her right now.

He eventually put her back in the bassinet before sitting by your bed again and holding your hand.

“I’ve been listening to that damn heart monitor for hours, Sweetheart. If I wake up and I don’t hear it…” His own words choked him up. He cleared his throat. “I know, I know… don’t think about it ‘if’s. But Sweetheart, I need you to wake up… please I can’t do this without you.”

Sniffling, he clasped his hands together one last time, your hand gently trapped in the middle. “Please… don’t take her from me… please.”

He wiped his eyes before laying his head on your thigh gently, letting the rhythmic beat of your monitor lure him to sleep.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

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how-much-for-a-whump · 6 months

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WHUMPTOBER day 29:

Prompt: "What happened to me?"

Kurak Günler (2022)

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 29: Not Allowed To Die

Content warning: painful healing, temporary Whumpee death

The magic burned through them like lighting. Their body jerked with the feeling, spasming as once dead nerves were thrust back into new life. The feeling moved from their limbs inward, centering around a throbbing pain in their chest.

The magic focused on their heart. Whumpee felt phantom fingers circle their heart and press, forcing it to beat once more.

Whumpee’s mouth opened in a silent scream. They couldn’t breathe.

“Hurry, damnit!” There was a face above them. They were shouting, panic and exhaustion lacing their words. “I don’t–I can’t bring them back too many more times.” They felt hands digging into their shoulders, shaking.

“I’m trying!” Another voice, tense with concentration, responded.

The world smelled like burnt meat. Whumpee could see nothing but smoke in the sky, ash falling like snow. The forest was burning around them.

Through their tears, Whumpee saw a glow. Soft, warm, unlike the red of flames creeping in.

Glowing fingers dug themselves into the broken and bleeding hole in Whumpee’s chest, and Whumpee’s world went white with agony.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Someone was speaking again. Something wet dripped onto Whumpee’s face.

They could hear it. They could hear their bones snapping into place, feel burnt and dead flesh becoming raw and bloody. They could feel months worth of healing happening within seconds, concentrated and agonizing. It felt like their body was being torn apart all over again.

Whumpee felt their lungs, burnt beyond any natural means of repair, reform within their chest. They inhaled, shaking and desperate, and felt their lungs press into a pair of hands.

Whumpee screamed.

“Just a little longer, okay? You’re doing so good–,” the voice near their head spoke, voice trembling. Whumpee felt a hand brush against their cheek, wiping away tears.

Whumpee’s head lulled limply on their neck. They wheezed, and tasted nothing but ash and blood on their tongue.

“No Whumpee please! Just hold on–,”

The sound was fading, the world turning dark. The pain was becoming distant. Whumpee embraced it.

The world faded out, and Whumpee felt themselves die. Something grabbed them. Not their body, broken and laying dead on the forest floor. Something grabbed them, the soul that had finally separated from their flesh. It dragged them down, a vice-like grip dragging them back towards that inferno. Dragging them into that broken, burnt shell they’d just escaped. Bringing the pain closer. Whumpee couldn’t fight it.

Whumpee opened their eyes, body lurching, as magic willed their heart to beat once more.

“Please!” Whumpee sobbed. They just wanted it to stop.

“Just a bit more!” Those hands on their shoulders tightened, and Whumpee felt their magic tethering them to their body. “You’ll stabilize soon, you just need to hold on so they can heal you-!”

That healing, burning light returned to their chest. Whumpee didn’t have the energy to pull away. They could only scream as their body was rebuilt.

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Believe in Me

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath

"Believe in me," Caretaker had shouted as Whumper dragged Whumpee away, "I will find you. I will free you. Believe in me, Whumpee!"

Whumpee couldn't remember how long ago that was. They just knew it was a long time ago. And Whumper had been hurting them for a long time. But they had to hang on. They believed in Caretaker. Caretaker would get them out of here.

"Think you're so tough," Whumper hissed as they struck Whumpee's bruised cheek.

Whumpee struggled to keep their footing, struggled to keep from swinging in the standing cuffs. They couldn't fall down again. It hurt so much.

Whumper struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee felt their skin split and blood pour from above their eyebrow. They lost their footing and began to swing. "PLEASE!" They shrieked as they swung.

"This can all stop if you just give up. Give up hope, Whumpee. It won't be so terrible. I promise. I can be just as kind as Caretaker."

Whumpee didn't remember much after that. The world was hazy. They knew Whumper kept hitting them. Hit them until the world went black. When they came to, they were on their side, shackled to the wall. At least Whumper hadn't left them hanging.

Whumpee didn't know why they woke. It was dark and their body hurt. They wanted nothing more than to close their eyes and let oblivion claim them once again.

"None of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open."

Whumpee's heart skipped a beat. "C-C-Caretaker?" They dared to hope.

"The one and only," Caretaker gave Whumpee's shoulder a squeeze as they finished picking the locks on Whumpee's cuffs.

"You're here," Whumpee sobbed. They started to sit up, but as the room began to spin, they thought the better of it.

Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee's shoulders. "Of course I am. I promised you. I told you I would free you."

Whumpee sagged with relief, suddenly the days and days of torture weighing so heavily on their body. Caretaker was here. Caretaker had them. They were safe. They were free. "Th-Thank you," Whumpee whispered. Their eyelids felt so heavy. But they were safe. It was ok to sink into oblivion. Caretaker had them.

"Whumpee, keep your eyes open. Please stay awake. Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice was sharp, but so distant.

Whumpee wanted to reply. Wanted to fight to keep their eyes open. But they were so tired. They believed in Caretaker and Caretaker was here. They believed Caretaker would set them free. And with that final thought, Whumpee let the darkness claim them.

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whumpshots · 6 months

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Whumptober #29

Trope of the day: “What happened to me?”

Machines are beeping, footsteps walking in and out of the room. Someone talks to another person, but they can't hear out anything they are saying.

Whumpee remembers the coldness in the cell they had been sitting in for weeks. Their body throbbed and hurt with every breath they took, now they are warm and ... painless.

Is this death?

It takes a few more moments for them to finally open their heavy lids, the room is not as bright as they anticipated. The talking stops and someone rushes to their sides.

There are hands on them, warm and gentle. Whumpee's throat hurts as they open their mouth and croak “What happened to me?”

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #whumptober #trope of the day #“What happened to me?”#no.29 #whump writing #whump #whumpee #waking up disoriented #aftermath of captivity #whumpshots

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kabie-whump · 2 months

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♡ Febuwhump Day 29: Not Allowed to Die ♡

@febuwhump

omg last day! I'm done! That being said I accidentally wrote two for this prompt. I decided to post this one but I might do the other later cause it's about Solstice and I love them.

So here's another little thing to go with my series, 'Ripe, About to Fall.' Takes place some time before Onthyes shows up.

Content: pet whump, ! suicide attempt ! , intimate whumper, jumping off a balcony attempt, defiant whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, drug addiction/withdrawls, non explicit dub-con (or non-con depending on how you see it), transactional sex

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"Not so fast, little bird."

Ventis yelps as Athos's hand snags his arm and pulls him from the railing of the balcony.

"No!" Ventis grabs the railing, holding himself there as Athos tries to drag him back inside. "Let me go!"

Suddenly, Athos stops pulling and pushes on Ventis's head, causing his face to hit the railing so hard that he blacks out. When he comes to he's sprawled out on Athos's bedroom floor and the man is locking the balcony doors.

"Did you really think you could escape like that?" Athos asks as he returns to Ventis, grabbing his horn harshly to pull him up to his knees. "That fall would've killed you!"

"I know!" Ventis snaps back.

Athos's face goes from shock to rage faster than Ventis can comprehend. His hand flies, striking Ventis across his cheek and leaving a cut in the wake of his ring. Ventis's head snaps to the side but Athos uses his hold on his horn to pull it back to face him.

"Stupid boy. You would really rather kill yourself than spend another day in luxury?"

Ventis averts his eyes, earning a hand on his jaw, squeezing too hard. "Look at me," Athos demands.

Ventis looks, his eyes filling with tears.

"You aren't allowed to die," Athos hisses in his face. "Not unless I want you to. Your contract states it very clearly."

"I hate you," Ventis snarls. "Death would be better than having to look at your ugly face all day."

He's slapped again, then shoved to the floor. He curls into himself as Athos's foot slams into his ribs and leaves him gasping for air. After a few more kicks Athos grabs Ventis's wrist and drags him over to the bed where he cuffs it to one of the posts at the end.

"You're sleeping on the floor tonight," Athos says as he secures the chain. "And no nightspill until you learn to be grateful for what I do for you."

Fear rushes through Ventis and he can't help but let out a sob. He can't go through withdrawals again. It hurts too much. "No, please. I'm sorry." He reaches for Athos, catching the edge of his robe and pulling on it. "I'll make it up to you. I'll be good, I promise."

Athos sighs, reaching down to pet Ventis's hair. "I wish you would be this sweet to me when you aren't in trouble, dearest."

Ventis stares up at him, batting his lashes. "Please, master," he says again. "Let me show you how good I can be for you."

Athos cups Ventis's cheek gently, smiling at him. "You're finally learning the way of things here. I'm very proud of you, treasure."

Ventis takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what is to come. He's willing to take a few moments of discomfort tonight to ensure he won't have to go through withdrawals tomorrow. It's worth it, even if this man disgusts him.

Just a few physical acts and he can avoid punishment completely.

Except when it's over and Athos is satisfied, Ventis is banished to the floor again. and when the next morning comes Athos ignores Ventis's pleading looks and the nightspill box remains firmly locked.

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just-here-for-the-whump · 4 months

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@whumpcember Day 29: Paralyzed - Bones 11x10 The Doom in the Boom and 11x11 The Death in the Defense

#whumpcember2023 day29 #whumpcember2023 #day 29 paralyzed #whump #bones #jack hodgins #paralyzed #injury #hospital #care #wheelchair

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iwritewhump · 7 months

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"You told me this was the right thing" + mislead + blood on hands

day 29 of @whumptember

960 words

warnings: young whumpee, blood, character bludgeoned to death, gun, character being shot (not fatal), cursing, captive whumpee, chained to the wall

part one

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Hero stares at the photo, “Are you sure it’s him?” she asks. “His hair wasn’t this long.”

“It’s been a few months,” Superhero says. He puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her against his chest. “It’s him. Supervillain wouldn’t lie about that.”

She pulls away from him, tucking the photo away back into the envelope. “This is your fault.” she snaps. “You’re the one who told me this was the right-no this was the only thing to get him to stop.”

“Hero, it was the only way.” He frowns and then turns around, “The only way to keep you in the game. The right thing for me to do was get Villain away from you so you did your fucking job. I mean, since you’ve forgotten about him, how many people have you saved? How many lives have improved since then?”

She stares at him, ears unbelieving what they were hearing. Superhero turns back around and sits in front of Hero.

“The truth is, Supervillain reached out to me first. And I told him I was looking to get rid of Villain. I don’t really think he wanted him that badly, but when I offered? He couldn’t refuse.

“And this?” He says, tapping on the envelope, “This was a signal to me that he’s ready to fight again. So let’s go, let's get Villain back and take Supervillain down once and for all. Because he doesn’t deserve what Supervillain’s done to him.”

She looks at him and nods. Without a word, she gets dressed and gathers her weapons.

The car ride to Supervillain is long and the only thing keeping Hero from jumping out onto the side of the road is knowing that she’ll see Villain again.

Superhero casts glances her way the whole ride, trying to gauge how upset she was at him and knowing it would be more clear once she saves Villain. He parks the car and steps onto the gravel. The ground crunches under Hero’s feet and she storms up to the door.

In one swift movement, she kicks it in and shouts, “Supervillain, where the fuck are you?!”

Stumbling footsteps echo throughout the lair and Hero’s hand reaches for her weapon. Superhero stands behind her, a hand hovering over his gun. “Shoot first,” he whispers to her, “You don’t know what tricks he has up his sleeves.”

“Supervillain, I only came for Villain. Just…let him go?” she begs.

A weak voice calls out from around the corner, “Hero?” it whimpers. “Is it really you?”

“Villain?” Hero cries. “Come here, I came to get you out of here.”

“I…I can’t.” he stammers. “There’s a chain.”

Hero charges ahead but is slammed to a stop by Superhero’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she snaps, pulling his fingers off of her. “He needs me.”

“It’s a trap!” Superhero snaps. He pulls her back to him and tilts his head, almost sympathetically. Hero sets her jaw and turns away from him, dragging him past the corner with her. He digs his fingers into her collarbone and she stops. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to kill him right then and there. He lets her go, and she walks away after one soft warning, “Be careful.”

There’s a puddle of blood surrounding Villain. It’s stained on his clothes, dried on his hands, and caked in his hair. She runs to him and pulls him into her arms. “What happened?”

He sobs into her chest, “I beat him.” he exhales shakily and tries to point at the bloodied hammer laying on the ground next to Supervillain’s body. “He let his guard down and I attacked. Just like you told me to.”

“Oh,” She sobs, “I’m so sorry, I-I’m so sorry.”

She presses a kiss to his forehead and holds him tightly as they both sob. Then, quicker than Hero thought possible, Villain pulls away and backs up against a wall.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, scooting closer to her.

His eyes lock on something behind her and he lifts a shaking hand to point at it, “Don’t-don’t let him-”

“Oh, shut up!” Superhero snaps. He points the gun at Villain and rolls his eyes, “You’re always blabbering. For once in your fucking life, just fucking shut up.”

Hero jumps to her feet and stands between Villain and the gun. “What are you doing?” she asks, taking a step toward Superhero. “Supervillain’s dead. Put the gun away.”

She snaps her head back to look at Villain, then she looks back at Superhero. He tilts his head and frowns, “I didn’t think you were still so fucking stupid. I mean, I spelled out my plan. Letting Supervillain know where out base is to send the envelope, going to his lair to ‘save Villain’, letting you go ahead of me.”

The gun presses against Hero’s shoulder and her face is almost touching Superhero’s. “Put the gun away,” she begs. “Just let us go. You’ll never see us again and you can tell everyone that you killed Supervillain. Just…let us go.”

“Not this time,” he says. His finger pulls back on the trigger and the bullet goes through her. She falls to the ground and Villain screams.

He crawls forward and presses his hands against the wound. “No, no, no.” He babbles. Desperately, he puts his other hand on top and stares at her, “No, no. Hero…” Superhero grabs a handful of Villain’s hair and pulls him to his feet. He pulls him away from Hero until the leg with the chain is pulled back. He tosses him onto the ground and shoots him in the leg.

Hero shouts in protest, begging Superhero to let him go and take her instead, but her pleas fell on unlistening ears.

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 6 months

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Seasons in the Sun chapter six

Whumptober No. 29: Scented Candle

TW: claustrophobia, arranged marriage, monarchy, blood, brief misgendering, referenced death of a parent, implied xenophobia, emotional whump, human whumper, vampire whumpee

The wedding party was as crowded as Slava had feared. The sea of human figures parted for his husband, but still it threatened to drown him.

At least the chairs were comfortable, and sitting next to his husband gave the effortless illusion of comfort and love. They hardly needed to look at each other, so long as they remained inseparable before hundreds of guests.

The scented candles on the table filled the air with a sweet aroma. Something like lilacs, but not precisely. Slava wondered if humans had as bad of senses as people always said, and if so, whether they could really smell the candles they lit.

Of all the people Slava could have met first, he was glad for it to be his sons-in-law. They were such cute little boys, running up to gawk at him, but hiding behind their father's chair.

"It's polite to at least say hello," Cobalt chastised them. "This is your new mother. She deserves some proper attention."

"Yes father," Harbor said.

"Yes father," Bastian copied.

They both were at a loss on what to say, barely managing to look Slava in the eye, let alone speak. So, Slava took the initiative in starting a conversation.

"You must be Harbor and Bastian. Your father speaks very fondly of you. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances."

Harbor and Bastian stared at Slava's mouth as he spoke. Or his fangs, rather. Equally terrified and enchanted.

"I can't believe you're a real life vampire!" Harbor exclaimed. "That's so cool!"

Bastian crossed his arms. "Do you really eat people?"

Slava felt heat rise in his cheeks. Blushing was awfully uncomfortable, even more so in such warm weather Than in the cold he was used to.

"Yes, I'm a vampire," he said patiently. "A real life one, even. Almost everyone in Alkseir is. And no, I don't eat people." He smiled mischievously. "I drink them."

Bastian's jaw dropped. But he took a step forward, instead of running away as most little kids would have, morbidly interested in Slava.

"Are you gonna eat- I mean drink us?" Harbor asked, looking awfully unfazed by the notion.

"No silly," Slava said. "You're my step-children. That would be terrible parenting, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, yes," Cobalt interjected. "And you two need to stop being so rude. Slava is going to be a member of our family for a very long time. You had best get used to him. Now sit down."

Harbor and Bastian had a brief squabble over who got to sit next to Slava, ending with Harbor pulling eldest son privilege. Bastian sat down next to his brother, leaning back in his chair so he could see Slava better.

People took their seats at this table, and the others set up around it. They were all dressed in the most modern of fashions, with acid dyed colors, floral adornments, and low collars. Advisers, generals, diplomats, and many others, none of whom Slava recognized.

"Is my mother still here?" Slava asked Cobalt. "I never got to say goodbye."

"She planned to stay until the early hours of the morning," Cobalt said. "I must admit, I'm unused to having weddings at night. But rest assured, she will stay here until you say your goodbyes. And you'll see her again at some future political meeting or other."

His words did much to ease Slava's anxiety. He felt almost silly for his fears, like a little boy still clinging to his mother's legs at a party. Of course he might see her again, even if their lives would remain firmly separated for decades to come.

"Our mother died," Harbor interrupted. "We had a step-mother once, but she only lasted a couple months. I don't remember her name."

While Slava was curious about what had happened to their step-mother, he knew better than to ask. Opening old wounds was a bad practice, especially when they marred the souls of young children.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said gently. "I'm sure you miss your mother very much. Having me here must be difficult for you, but I promise that I am not trying to replace your mother. No one could do that."

"Yeah you could," Bastian said, with an over exaggerated shrug. "You're our mother now."

"And you're a vampire," Harbor emphasized. "That means you won't die."

Sympathy stabbed at Slava's heart, quite intent on tearing it to shreds. He had never suffered the death of a parent, so he had no idea how to comfort Harbor and Bastian. Especially when they seemed so nonchalant about their loss.

"That's enough talk about Fleur," Cobalt said, trying to hide his emotional pain from the advisers and generals sitting at their table. "This is a happy occasion. I'd rather not spoil it."

"Yes father," Bastian and Harbor said in unison.

Slava wasn't sure how Cobalt taught two young boys to be so well behaved, but he admired him for it. Slava and his siblings had been such trouble makers in comparison.

Servants came onto the grounds, bearing platters of food and drink. Plates and cups were made from the finest ceramics, and utensils from well polished silver. The servants provided for the royal family first, as always, then attended to their guests.

A glass of blood sat properly on the table in front of Slava. He pretended like he knew how to drink from it, watching Cobalt out of the corner of his eye to mimic how he brought the cup to his lips and slowly tilted it back to drink.

It was an odd sensation, but Slava was supremely grateful for dinner. Anxiety was always worse on an empty stomach. He supposed he would have to get used to this sort of dining, and was thankful to have caught onto the proper manners so quickly.

"Is that really blood?" Harbor asked.

Slava set his cup down on the saucer. "Yes, of course. I wouldn't drink fake blood, now would I?"

"I guess not. Do you eat food too, or just blood?"

"Just blood. Food is for humans."

"What does it taste like?" Bastian had a hard time keeping his excitement in check, twitching like a kitten in a field of catnip. "Is it good?"

"Have you ever lost a tooth?" Slava asked, figuring humans did that as well as vampires.

Bastian nodded. "So… like a coin? But wetter?"

Slava had never tasted a coin before, and it seemed a bizarre comparison.

"Everyone has different tasting blood. Like how-" Slava glanced at Harbor's plate, trying to remember what humans ate "-Kinds of meat probably taste different from each other."

"That's so cool!" Harbor exclaimed.

Cobalt shot him an exasperated look. "Keep your voice down."

"Sorry father."

"Can I see your teeth again?" Bastian asked Slava. "They're pointy."

Slava's mother had told him to smile with closed lips when humans were about, as they took such things as a sign of aggression. He had already failed multiple times this night alone.

But ignoring her advice when explicitly prompted couldn't hurt anything. Especially for the sake of satisfying inquisitive children. So, he smiled at Bastian, revealing the fangs he had tried so hard to keep hidden.

"That's awesome," Bastian breathed.

"You're so pretty," Harbor added politely. "Like a fairy."

"More like elves," Bastian argued. "Since they've got pointy ears just like Slava's. And they're tall."

"Or a goddess," Harbor said. "The ones in those old paintings our teachers make us look at."

Slava laughed softly to himself. What peculiar children he had ended up with. They were sure to end up kind, but very eccentric, adults. And, truth be told, he wouldn't have it any other way.

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#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Seasons in the Sun #Whumptober 2023 #Whumptober day 29 #Scented candle #Claustrophobia whump #blood #emotional whump #human whumper #vampire whumpee #Royal whump #Whump series #Whump writing

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Hooked

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 29. Set in a Modern-ish AU. After a storm, Eret spends his time finding the merman who saved him from drowning.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Eret

Pairing: Minor Eretcup

Words: 823

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “The easy way or the hard way?”

Whumpee: Eret

Author’s Notes: I originally had a different idea for this one, one that was way more intense and was actually Hiccstrid instead of Eretcup. But this is the fourth year in a row that my (AI-less) Whumptober time did not go as planned because of things entirely out of my control. This month is cursed. :)

So I had to keep that (relatively long) idea for a different day and come up with a shorter idea.

And thus this AU was born!

I honestly only got to write it because I FINALLY got the time to.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Today, just like many days, Eret finds himself staring at the sea. Leaning on the edge of his fishing boat, he stares down into the water. He should be paying attention, he should be casting his nets for today's catch, but instead he's wasting his time staring into the abyss.

About a month ago to the day, Eret's boat got caught in a terrible storm. He knew it was coming, but he still went out anyway, figuring he would be back in time. So instead of the catch of the day, he landed himself in trouble. The waves were wild and merciless, throwing his boat around until it capsized and he found himself in the dark depths he’s now staring into.

It was impossible to tread water, he couldn’t even reach the surface. Legs kicking, arms swinging, lungs burning. He found himself in the exact kind of position no one swimming in a large body of water wants to be in. Desperately reaching for the surface and yet not gaining an inch towards air.

Needless to say, Eret thought he was going to die.

Until…

A shape.

It was almost impossible to see in water so dark, but he could vaguely see it moving. He could’ve sworn it was shaped like a man, yet swam as fluid as a fish.

The last thing Eret remembered were the hands that grabbed him and the eyes that they belonged to. They were distinctly human and yet the pupils said something different. They were too large and they were that way to soak up what little light there was.

The next thing Eret remembers is when two paramedics loaded him into an ambulance to be taken to the local hospital. Obviously he made it or he wouldn’t be here today. But it’s the story behind his survival that adds another layer of weirdness.

Eret was found on a beach. There was a lot of junk left on that beach after the storm, Eret didn’t stand out even a little bit, yet he was found with ease.

Because apparently, someone approached a passerby, led her straight to him and that’s how the paramedics were called.

And now, a month later, Eret still searches for him. The one who saved his life, the owner of the hands that pulled him from the depths and those strange eyes.

Minutes pass by as Eret stares down into the dark water, minutes of seeing nothing below. Whatever or whoever he saw that day, they haven’t been seen since.

He sighs and straightens. Eyes closing, he conjures up the mental image he has of his savior. He can’t help it, they’ve been on his mind for the past month now.

According to the descriptions given to him when he asked around , he was a guy. A tall guy, a lean guy. With a head of auburn hair and striking green eyes. All of that and that he wasn’t wearing too much. A jacket, Eret’s, and that’s it. It was as if he'd “stepped right out of the ocean” as he was told. But there is one part that always seemed to stand out to people; how striking those eyes are.

It’s strange. While Eret’s muddled memory doesn’t allow him to remember every second of his rescue, he doesn’t remember seeing any green.

He just remember his pupils, his hands, and that odd fish-like movement.

He’s been left with questions and a lot of them. He tried to find him on land, he wanted to thank him. While he has no idea what he would be doing swimming in the ocean in the middle of a storm, Eret is grateful.

But it didn’t matter who he asked, he couldn’t find a sign of him. Not on the mainland and not online, a place he doesn’t traverse much anyway.

Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, because there was a part of him that kept telling him that he was just not looking in the right place.

So every day following his last search, Eret took to the sea with his boat- it’s a rental until he can afford a new secondhand one- to catch fish to sell and instead he spends his time staring down into the water. Not for fish, but for something more mystical.

A mermaid. Or merman, he supposes.

The thought almost sounds too crazy, but dragons are real, so why not merfolk? Those who come from a sailor lineage like him know they were real once.

Eret walks over to the wheel and grabs it, planning on moving on. For days on end, he’s been posted in the general area he almost drowned in, hoping to get a glimpse of the one who saved him.

He’s not ready to give up. Whether the easy way or the hard way, Eret will find him somehow.

In a weird way, though he’s the fisherman, he’s also the one who’s been hooked.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 29 #“The easy way or the hard way?”#httyd fics #httyd movies #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon 2 #au #alternate universe #modern au #mermaid au #mercup #mermaid!hiccup #eret son of eret #eretcup #eret whump #my fanfics #hooked

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Jod - Day 29

Finally getting this posted. I have had a busy couple weeks, but I have finally finished! Nearly a whole month late lmao. Day 30 coming soon! I have Day 13 extension on the way and Enjar will return in the next few posts so check back and see what I come up with! I think I’m gonna self indulge a little.

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Day 29: “It’s really not that big of a deal.” | Bruises | Secret | Acceptance | The team finally, tiredly made their way back to their quarters. They were all completely drained, having barely escaped without major injury from Whumper. None of them were themselves, but they all noticed Leader was quieter than usual. They usually had some speech or debrief, even after traumatic mission like this one, but they just went straight to their room, not making eye contact with anyone. The team all brushed it off, they could all barely stand, Leader would probably wake them up tomorrow at the crack of dawn and have the meeting then.

Leader managed to make it to their room, fumbling with the door as the world lurched beneath them. They shut it, waiting for the click of it locking before they let out a sigh. They had been holding in their breath, trying to keep it together until they could get here. Collapsing to their knees with a shudder they winced, grabbing at their stomach. They knew the bruises would be deep and black against their skin, their muscles rippling in pain as they gingerly pressed their abdomen. At least it didn’t feel like they were bleeding internally, they knew that feeling all too well.

Looking up at their soft, comfy bed from the ground, they realised they didn’t have the energy to crawl up to it, but the thought was too tantalising. Forcing themself to crawl on their hands and knees, they dragged their shaking body to the bed. Reaching it, they pulled themself up and collapsed face first into the pillow with a groan. They rolled further onto the mattress with a gasp of pain, not even bothering to pull off their shoes or pull up the sheets before passing out almost instantly.

That night Leader’s mind was empty, not even having the energy to dream.

They woke the next morning, startled as realised they hadn’t changed clothes or even moved an inch from the position they had fallen asleep in. Clods of mud stained their sheets as they sat up, immediately regretting the decision to do so. Crying out in pain, a sound that escaped them before they could even stop it, they clutched their stomach again. Delicately lifted their shirt, Leader glaced at the bruises, darker and bigger than they had ever seen and they seemed to be spreading.

Scanning the rest of their body for other wounds, their arms, shoulders and face turned out to be in much the same shape as their stomach, albeit slightly less severe. They didn’t even want to know what their legs looked like, but they already felt like jelly.

Wincing as they lifted their boots off the bed sheets, Leader cringed at the thought of having to change them now that they were muddy. They limped to the dresser, grabbing the comfiest, loosest clothing they had and hobbled to their bathroom. They thanked their stars that their quarters included a small ensuite, they couldn’t imagine having to share a bathroom with their team and risking them seeing them like this. The last thing Leader wanted was for them to see their body in this state. They knew that the team would be burdened with unnecessary worry if they saw the state of their body, especially their stomach.

“I guess that’s what happens when you take a beating with a concrete block to the guts.” They mumbled, half amused at their bad joke whilst they checked their reflection in the mirror. Seeing their haggard body staring back at them made them pause, realising the gravity of their injuries. Gingerly removing the rest of their clothing, they turned on the hot water and walked into the steaming shower, melting away all the blood, mud and sweat from the night before. Usually they would spend ages in there, rubbing everything clean with soap and shampoo, but they could hardly move due to how sore they were. Deciding to lean on the wall and appreciate the warmth engulfing them, Leader gently washed what they could, before turning off the water.

Regretting the decision almost immediately, they shivered in the absence of the heat. This caused waves of pain to wrack their body as their muscles tensed. Grunting, Leader reached for the towel beside the shower, wrapping it around them to conserve what warmth they had.

Eventually, Leader managed to shrug on their new, fresh clothes. Leaving the towel crumpled on the floor, they walked back to their bed slower than ever, collapsing into the muddy sheets. They didn’t even care anymore. Groaning quietly in pain, Leader clutched their stomach, their whole body aching. They stared at the ceiling, watching it blur and unblur as they began to feel slightly cold. Lifting their aching arm, they glanced at their watch, head pounding. “Shit.” They groaned again, this time in annoyance. It was 1 pm.

Sitting up, they shuddered as pain washed over them again. Slowly forcing themself to stand, Leader walked to their door, spying the hoodie hanging from the hook on it. It was their favourite one, massive and baggy and it smelled nice too. Grimacing as they grabbed it pulled it over their body, they took a breath before opening the door and going out into the common area.

Right Hand had their foot resting on the coffee table, huddled under a blanket with Youngest while they watched a movie. Teammate was leaning on the kitchen counter, headphones on, shadows under their eyes, waiting for their hot soup to warm up. All three looked at Leader as they entered the room. Leader could tell they were all thinking the same thing, but they ignored it, giving everyone a firm nod before making their way to the fridge. They opened the door, much to their arm’s distain, and grabbed the first thing they saw. Looking down at their hand, they sighed at the half opened bottle of apricot juice, walking to a cabinet and grabbing a glass.

They weren’t really a juice drinker, but they didn’t really give a shit at that moment. Skulling the chilled juice, they set it by the sink, not enjoying the cold sensation of the liquid travelling through them.

Right Hand looked over at Leader, who had grabbed the edge of the sink and shivered slightly. “Hey Leader?” Leader looked over at them, quickly masking what ever it was that was nothing them. “Come over here, you look tired.” Right Hand lifted the blanket, revealing more space for a third to join. Leader nodded, shuffling over to Right Hand’s side and lowering themself down onto the couch with a restrained groan.

Leader looked pretty stiff and sore, which made sense to Right Hand, given the fact there was a massive black bruise covering half of Leader’s left cheek and most of their eye.

Wrapping the blanket over Leader, who practically melted into the soft couch Right Hand snuggled against them. Leader felt Right Hand’s body come to rest against theirs’ and could only think one thing: ‘Oh no.’ as a tiny amount Right Hand’s weight leaned against them. Leader tried to stop the hiss that flew from their body as they tensed, but it was too late. Right Hand shot back, looking embarrassed. “Oh, Leader, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t know!” Leader raised a hand to stop them. “It’s fine, I’m just a little banged up right now.” Their voice sounded terrible, all strained and hoarse.

Guilt twinged in Leader, Right Hand always needed physical comfort after missions like they had just had. They had always been the most physically affectionate one of the team, showering everyone with gentle hugs and snuggles. Biting back the pain, they wrapped their arm around Right Hand, letting them rest their head against their chest, their heart pounding as they swallowed the pain. It was worth it though.

The next few day was fine, Leader’s body was aching less and the bruises were healing, except for one. The stomach bruise didn’t seem to be going away, which worried Leader. Even the harshest ones on their back and chest had begun to turn brown and green, shrinking a little. ‘It doesn’t seem to be going away.’ They thought, concern flickering through their mind as they checked their reflection in the bathroom mirror. Dropping the hem of their shirt, Leader sighed, leaving the bathroom and walking to their office, the paperwork they had been putting off weighing on their mind instead.

That night, they limped across the complex, having stayed way too late in their office typing out reports and sifting through documents. They noticed someone pacing around outside, shrouded in darkness. When they approached the figure, they realised it was a familiar face.

“Teammate?” Leader asked, leaning slightly as they stopped, looking at their friend. Teammate kept pacing, their headphones still on their head. “Teammate? You okay?” Leader asked suspiciously, taking a painful step forward. The world tilted a little as they did, forcing Leader to quickly steady themself.

Teammate glanced up at the movement, finally noticing Leader. “Shit! I mean crap, I mean-” Leader chuckled, waving their hand at Teammate. “It’s fine, I’d be swearing too, don’t worry.” They stood a little straighter, swallowing a grunt, eyeing Teammate with suspicion as another wave of nausea rippled in their mind slightly. Teammate pulled the headphones off their head. “Sorry, Leader, I just…” They glanced away, sheepish. “I can’t sleep. Every time I shut my eyes I…” Teammate’s voice wavered. Leader nodded knowingly. “Why don’t we go for a little walk? We can talk about it, just you and me. No one else has to know.”

Teammate nodded as Leader smiled gently, biting back the urge to scream in pain. They had to be there for their friend, their team mate, as their friend and as their Leader. Wrapping their arm around Teammate’s shoulders and leaning against them as they walked around the complex.

There were some nice gardens around the buildings, plenty of large trees to cast pleasant shade in the day and neatly trimmed bushes lining pathways. Leader shivered slightly against Teammate as they lead them around the garden, listening to them vent about their nightmares. They came to stop under a light attached to their quarters, where they looked at Leader properly for the first time that night.

Leader had begun to lean heavily on Teammate as they stopped. “Wow, you’re still pretty bruised up, hey?” Leader didn’t reply, making Teammate look over at them. “Leader?” They asked, ripping Leader’s mind from the pounding in their head. “You okay?” Leader nodded, “Just tired.” They moved to lean against the wall, as Teammate turned to face them properly. “You don’t look okay, Leader.” Leader yawned, shaking their head. “Promise, ‘m jus’… tired.” They thought about Teammate’s nightmares, what they could do to help. “Look… You’re more than cap…” Another wave of nausea hit them, making them moan slightly.

Letting a shaky breath out, they tried again. “You’re more than capable of handling yourself out there. I trust your judgement.” Leader was fighting to keep their eyes fixed on Teammate’s worried face. “I’d book an appointment tomorrow. There’s no shame going in, we all go. Talk to someone about the dreams, get health… healthy coping mechanisms… It’s really not that big of a deal... to go... you know?” Leader was struggling to keep their train of thought as they spoke their words carefully, slightly slower than normal.

Teammate felt a knot of fear grow in their gut as Leader began to sink down the wall. They were sweating slightly under the light. Reaching out, they pulled Leader up causing them to wince and blink rapidly. “Woooah. That woke me up…” They mumbled in shock, getting their footing. They sighed quickly, catching their reeling mind and finally getting their words out. “I’m glad you felt comfortable telling me this Teammate. I want you to go and book an appointment and get this sorted out, okay? You’re an invaluable member of our team and our friend, we wanna see you do well.” Leader laid a steady hand on Teammates shoulder, grunting in pain.

“You should take your own advice, you know.” Teammate met Leader’s eyes, knowingly. “I’m fine. Really.” Leader shuddered again as a cold wind blew around them. “Let’s get you to bed, huh?” Leader continued, ending the conversation. As they walked to Teammate’s room, Teammate tried again. “Leader, you look weird.” They noticed Leader’s arm wrap protectively around their waist as they walked, making Teammate frown. “You’re hurt?” Leader shook their head. “It’s really not that big of a deal. Just the bruises from the mission being a little stubborn. They’re fine but…” Leader glanced away, “They still hurt like shit.” Leader glanced at Teammate, who seemed satisfied with the answer, pausing as they reached Teammate’s door.

Teammate looked embarrassed for a moment, looking at their door. “Uh… L-Leader…” They stuttered, unsure if they should ask. “Mmm?” Leader replied, looking at them curiously. “Could I have… a hug?” Teammate stared at their feet as Leader shuffled. ‘I blew it. That was so dumb, holy shit.’ They thought to themself, before Leader’s arms wrapped around them. “Of course you can. Any time. I’m here for you, Teammate.” Leader mumbled in their ear. Teammate felt the anxiety of the night drop out of them as Leader’s strong arms wrapped around them, holding them close. But they couldn’t help but notice how heavily they were leaning into Teammate as they stood.

Drawing back, Teammate watched Leader yawn, stretch, wince painfully and rub their face. “Well, I gotta go to bed before I fall asleep in your doorway… Night, Teammate…” Leader waved a little as Teammate entered their room, shutting their door with a click.

Leader let out a breath when they heard the sound, staggering as they collapsed into the wall next to them. There was a soft thud as they hit the wall, before Leader pushed up and off it, making their way back to their room, as the world started spinning. “I don’… know how… long… I can keep this… up…” They gasped to themself as spots began to appear in their vision. Pulling open their door, they staggered into their room, shutting it gently and stumbling as the ground seemed to come rushing at their face.

Leader awoke to birdsong, groaning as they clutched their stomach, still in pain. As they came to, they noticed they were on the ground, having never made it to their bed. They shivered, feeling colder than ever. Whimpering, they crawled towards their bed, before the world slid sideways and they landed painfully on their side, panting. They forced themself to their hands and knees again, managing to reach the side of their bed, crawling in and pulling their blankets up their body. They were shaking, freezing cold as they huddled under the blanket looking for any semblance of warmth.

A soft knock woke them from their slumber. Moaning as they sat up and shuddering in pain, they reached for the hoodie, left crumpled on the floor. Pulling it on, they stood shakily and made their way to the door, trying to push the vertigo from their mind. They gripped the door handle, steadying themself and sighing, before pulling it open. Teammate was standing outside their door.

“Teammate? You okay?” Teammate shook their head. Leader looked around realising it was still night time. “You slept all day… I didn’t wanna be the reason that you did…” Teammate shuddered as they sniffed, trying to hold back tears. “Teammate-” Leader pulled them into a hug, “Honestly, I didn’t realise I’d slept that long.” Leader mumbled into Teammate’s shoulder. “I forgot to set my alarm.” Leader pushed off Teammate’s shoulder’s nodding at them. “Wanna go for another walk?” Teammate nodded, wiping a tear from their eye.

Leader and Teammate began to walk, talking about everything. Leader laughed at a joke Teammate told, as they paced around the complex. They immediately regretted it, grunting as they clutched their stomach, pain shooting through them. Leader hunched over, breathing heavily and Teammate froze. “Leader!?” They asked in a panic. “Just a-” Leader’s sentence was cut off by a groan, “Cramp…” they finished, panting.

“I’m gonna get you help.” Teammate began to walk away, but Leader grabbed them. “No… I’m fine. Really, just a cramp.” Leader straightened, wincing. “I think I’m gonna turn in.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” Teammate was anxious, pulling Leader’s arm over their shoulder and guiding them back to their room. “Teammate… It’s fine, I’m fine.” Leader tried to calm them down as the began to shudder under their arm. “N-no its n-n-not.” Teammate began to cry. “Leader…”

Leader shook their head, fighting the dizziness that it caused. “Teammate, I promise. I just need to sleep… See you in the morning.” Leader began to walk away, making it to their room, grabbing the door and steadying themself before they opened it and stumbled into their room. Turning the light on, they made their way to the bed, collapsing onto it and pulling up their shirt. The bruise was still there, even more tender and dark than before. “Shit.” They whispered. Laying against the mattress, head spinning Leader groaned, feeling nauseous. “What’s happening…?” They gasped their vision going blurry and then black.

Waking with a gasp, they glanced around. Their door was open. A chill ran down their spine as they realised their door was open and shirt was still up, revealing the bruise. Leader’s mind was reeling, they never left their door open and if someone had walked past… Sitting up in panic, they clutched their head as dizziness overwhelmed them. They groaned as they collapsed against the bed again.

Whimpering, Leader gasped as they curled into themself. Pain wracked their body, as tears began to fall silently. They were panting hard as they pushed themself up, forcing themself to their feet. Staggering their way to their bathroom, they grabbed the handle to the drawers where they kept their medications. Fumbling with the lid of the container as they pulled it off, they shook a handful of pills into their hand.

They tried to get most of them back in, but their hand didn’t work. The pills spilled onto the floor. “Shit…” They moaned, managing to get two pills into their mouth. They swallowed, gagging at the taste and sank to the floor, the tiles cooling them down as they sweated against them. After a few minutes, the pain was more manageable and they sat up, sighing as they pulled themself to their feet, still dizzy.

Managing to make it to the kitchen, feeling wobbly, Leader ignored the staring eyes of everyone as they made their way to the fridge. They fought back the vertigo as they stared at the fridge. “-der?” Right Hand was next to them, shaking their shoulder. “Hmm?” They looked up, confused as they made eye contact with a worried Right Hand.

“You’ve been staring at the open fridge for like 5 minutes. You ok?” Leader nodded, “Yeah, just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.” They lied. Right Hand frowned not believing it. “Riiiight. Everyone kinda wants to debrief and get back into things, ya know? And you’ve been kinda distant this week. Wanna go for a run later, talk about it?” Leader nodded, not really taking in what Right Hand was saying. Right Hand patted their back, leaving Leader blinking, before they looked back up into the fridge and picked a tub of yogurt to eat. At least the world wasn’t swirling as much. ‘The medication must be kicking in.’ They though as they ate. ‘I guess I should call a debrief.’

Leader sighed as they eased themself out of their chair. They were at the head of the table in a conference room, staring at the members of their team. Wrapping their arm around their waist and biting back the rising moan threatening to escape from their chest, they looked at the board behind them, the light of the screen behind them giving them a migraine. “Okay…” They sighed, “Let’s get started.” Leader clicked the remote they were gripping in their hand, causing the image on the screen to change. They felt dizzy as it flashed. “So, umm…” They swayed, their stomach doing a flip.

“Does anyone have any q-questions or comments before we start?” Leader looked at their team as the tried to lean casually against the wall. “Uh, yeah are you okay?” A teammate spoke up.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Anything else?” Leader brushed off the question as they gripped their side harder. No one had anything else to say, so Leader clicked through to the next slide, showing the blueprint of the building they had infiltrated. “The plan obviously went off the rails,” Leader started, before clearing their throat. “-but over all, we did well. We got the information we were required to get to the right people. It was a mission success, but obviously…” They trailed off, gesturing at their team. Everyone averted their eyes, knowing what they meant.

“We need to…” Leader swallowed as slight vertigo caused them to sway again. “We need to stop this…” They gasped for air as their stomach began to ache. “Stop this from happening…” Their words slurred as they tried to remember what to say. Words escaped them as a heat flash engulfed their body, forcing Leader to their knees, arms wrapped around their waist. They heard their team rushing to their side, their voices sounding far away as Leader reached out to grab the side of their chair. They pulled themself back to their feet, but they couldn’t stay up, their eyes rolling back into their head as they fell back, being caught by the team. Leader felt themself shudder before everything went black.

Leader’s body shuddered violently, before their head fell back, their body going limp with a sigh. Right Hand ripped up the hem of Leader’s shirt, jumping back with a gasp of shock as they revealed the bruise. “Holy shit.” They yelled, kneeling down. “Get them over me, we need to go now.” The team nodded, pulling Leader over Right Hand’s shoulders, into a fireman’s carry. “The closest medbay is down the hall, right?” They asked, standing with a huff. Everyone nodded, following Right Hand as they raced down the hall.

Leader groaned as they awoke. They looked over at the sensation coming from their stomach. A doctor was prodding it, shining a light at the skin. Their muscles tensed as the doctor poked them again, causing a tiny gasp to escape them. The doctor looked up at them, grim. “Leader.”

Leader looked at them, head spinning. “You should have come to see us with this? How long has it been since you got this? A week?” Leader swallowed, trying to keep down an agonised moan and shook their head. “F-four days...” The end of the bed was raised, sitting them up slightly. Leader sighed guiltily and slid down the bed a little. “Try not to move okay?” The doctor looked concerned. “You’re not bleeding internally, but you’re god-damn lucky you aren’t. Your insides are damaged, we’re going to have to do surgery.” The doctor sighed heavily as they tried to exhale out the urge to lecture Leader.

Now wasn’t the time. “I have every mind to yell the hospital wing down. What you did was so stupid. I just- I can’t believe you’ve lasted this long with the damage that was done.” Leader shuddered, remembering the sensation of the concrete block colliding with their abdomen. “I’m sorry…” They whispered, feeling guilty. “Well sorry nearly didn’t cut it. I apologise for being so forward, but I know what you’re like. I’m just worried one day I won’t be able to pick up the pieces, Leader. Try to get comfortable, a nurse will be by soon.”

Leader stared at the ceiling as it passed above them, there were four people wheeling them down the hall towards theatre. They felt a jolt as they passed into the cold, dark operating room, letting out a nervous breath. They never liked surgery, even though they’d only had it few times before. It made them nervous. ‘I’m so stupid…’ They thought, as a nurse rested a warm hand on their shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s a simple surgery, you’ll be in and out in the blink of an eye.” The kind eyes of the tired nurse, creased from years of smiling, met Leader’s nervous ones. She gently tucked a wisp of hair from Leader’s face back under the cap, before smiling gently. “There we go honey. You’re all ready.” The people in the waiting room shifted Leader onto the operating table, stiff and cold under their back.

“I’ll be here the whole time, baby.” The nurse hummed as she held Leader’s shaking hand. ‘I have run at bullets without a second thought, thrown literal grenades away from me and survived agonising torture, why is this scaring me?’ Their breaths began to quicken.

The anesthesiologist chuckled, “You know, the mount of people I’ve heard say that exact same thing? You don’t worry yourself Leader, everything will be just fine.” “Shit… Did I... say that out loud?” They mumbled as the anesthesiologist lowered a mask onto their face. “Ahaha, yeah, but don’t sweat it. People say weird shit on the cocktail they’ve got you on. Now breathe deep for me.”

Leader breathed in, tasting the strangely minty tasting, sweet gas as it filled their lungs. They felt woozy, as they took in another breath. “That’s it. In and out Leader, and in 3… 2…” Leader didn’t hear the rest of the words the anesthesiologist said as they blinked.

Opening their eyes, they were confused, they were staring the a dark ceiling, shivering slightly in the cold. Slowly, they turned their head to look at the nurse beside it, confused. “When will they do the surgery?” They mumbled, making the nurse chuckle. “Honey… They did that three hours ago. You’ve been out like a light, I was starting to get worried.”

She almost melted as she stroked Leader’s head, tucking their hair behind their ear again. “Oh, you look like you’ve been through the ringer, baby. Did you want me to get something for you to eat?” Leader didn’t know what they wanted, but they nodded anyway. The nurse smiled and left their side. Leader heard her voice as she left, but Leader couldn’t even make out what she was saying.

When she returned, she held out a small cup of ice cream and a stick, placing them on the side table beside the bed. She began pulling the heated blanket she had over her arm onto Leader’s legs. Leader melted at the sensation of the warm, heavy blanket resting over them. The nurse reached over, using the remote to sit the bed up before pulling the lid off the ice cream cup, and handing it to them. Leader barely managed to lift their hands, which felt like massive weights. Grasping the cup, Leader stuck the stick into the soft ice cream, which was kind of melted, and tried to lift a blob to their mouth.

They felt it plop onto their chest and the nurse laughed, reaching over to grab tissues. She wiped the ice cream from Leader’s chest, humming as she tried to calm her laughs. “I’ll feed it to you honey.” Leader sighed, having no energy to protest. “You can say no, baby.” The nurse said, a slight note of concern in her voice.

Leader only had the energy to groan, a short, quiet sound that caught in their throat. “It’s fine, Leader. I’ll leave it there if you want it.” She frowned as Leader suddenly shuddered. They felt so overwhelmed and they couldn’t stop the tears welling up as they broke down. They tried to stop sobbing as their stomach hurt too much. They threw their head back as they clutched their abdomen, sobs wracking them as the nurse cooed at them. “Oh baby, come here, sweetie.” She gently wrapped her arms around them and softly rubbing Leader’s back.

“Shhh. You’re okay. I know it hurts, baby.” Leader hiccupped as they shook their head. “No… It’s not that.” They choked out. “I just- I don’t even know. I just can’t right now...” The hot tears streamed down their face.

“Bub, do you have anyone else to care for you? Like this, but when you’re at home?” Leader shook their head, calming their shainking sobs. “And let me guess. You carry everything on your shoulders, even when you know you don’t have to?” Leader leaned back against the bed, resting their hand over their stomach.

The nurse sighed, “You know, I know that it’s also because you’re in pain, but you leaders all have the same issues.” She took Leader’s hand. “Leader, look at me.” She was serious, but soft. “You feel like this because you don’t let people look after you. You have to open up more, hun... Oh, come here.” She wiped the tears from Leader’s face, grabbing another tissue and cleaning them up. “I heard that doctor talking to you. They shouldn’t have said that, even though they had a point. But you gotta let people take care of you, baby.” The nurse sighed, stroking Leader’s forehead again.

“They were supposed to wait until you were more stable, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a tiny visit.” She grinned. Leader was confused as she left their side, murmuring through the cracked open door. Their team crept quietly in, not even whispering hello as they went to Leader’s side. Leader turned their head away, not wanting them to see the state of their face. “Leader.” Teammate whispered. “They’re still a little doped up, give them a minute.” The nurse whispered. “Leader, you look fine.” She whispered at them, taking her seat. Leader turned their head to look at their team, sniffing, their breath hitching. “Hey…” They smiled weakly as they whispered the word.

The whole team was a ball of anxiety as they stood over Leader, watching them. “I’m fine…” They croaked, pointing at their stomach. “Leader, you nearly weren’t…” Right Hand whispered, holding back tears. “I’m sorry…” Leader felt a tear roll down their cheek.

“No, we are. We should have checked in on you more. We all knew something was up but we just…” Teammate spoke up again. Leader felt the guiltiest about them, they were probably beating themself up inside the most because of the lies Leader had told. They stood with Leader, gently assuring them that everything was okay, comforting them in their pain. “Let them get some rest. You can come back in a few hours.” The nurse ushered the team away from Leader’s bedside.

Leader suddenly felt very small, exposed and alone, even in this big room, machines beeping around them and strange sounds emanating from them.

The nurse shut the door and came back to Leader’s side, looking concerned when she saw their face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She sat down, pulling the chair closer to the end of the bed. “I don’t…” Leader choked out, as the nurse hushed them. “I don’t wanna be alone right now.” Their breath shook as the words left their mouth. “I’ll stay honey, I’ll stay.” The nurse stroked Leader’s hair, shushing them as they lay back, their eyes soon falling closed.

When they finally opened their eyes again, they observed their room in the light for the first time. It was a hospital room, same bland walls and uncomfortable chairs as every other hospital they had ever been in. They felt a slight pang of fear as they realised they were alone. A beep started to increase as they began to hyperventilate, causing another beep to sound, a louder, longer one. These in turn made Leader panic more. The nurse came rushing back in, panic on her face, before she saw Leader was awake.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby. It’s okay, I left for a second. I’m here, honey.” She took Leader’s shaking hand, guiding them through breathing exercises until Leader calm. They started blushing hard, their face burning with embarrassment. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, sweet.” She rubbed Leader’s shoulder. “You just try to relax okay?” Leader nodded, trying to ignore their pounding heart. “The doc will come by soon, by the way. I think that they might discharge you, day after tomorrow.” She fiddled with some machines before looking at Leader, who was beginning to feel the pain coming in again. “I’ll get you some meds, it’s about time that you have a top up anyway, sweetie.”

The doctor was happy with the surgery, even though Leader was still bruised up, this time from the surgeons. “You can go tomorrow, Leader, but I’ll have to advise you to stay on bed rest until you’re properly healed.” Leader nodded, their throat feeling dry. They felt empty, not even remembering when they last ate.

Looking to the nurse after the doctor left, they smiled softly. “I think I can try some ice cream now.” Their voice made it sound like they had decided to eat sandpaper for breakfast. “Course, baby. I’ll get it for you.” The doctor smiled, “Seems like you’re perking back up, Leader.” They patted Leader’s leg and left the room. Leader sat in the stillness of the absence of people, enjoying it slightly. It felt like everything had come to a stop, which made them feel like they had a better grip on the ever moving world, at least for a minute.

When the nurse returned with the cup, Leader looked at her slightly embarrassed. “Do you want help?” She asked, taking a seat and looking at Leader, who looked away for a second, before nodding. “Of course, baby. Big or little scoop first?” Leader though about it as she opened the cup. “Little... please...”

“Okay. Ready?”

Leader winced as their teammates lifted them out of the wheelchair and onto the couch. They were immediately inundated with pillows, blankets and even teddy bears as the team doted on them. They didn’t admit it, but they kind of liked the attention, just a tiny bit.

Each member took turns looking after Leader, getting drinks, food, TV remotes, books, even their laptop, but each watched them carefully, making sure they weren’t doing any work things.

“You’re on leave, you shouldn’t be looking at blueprints.” Right Hand’s accusatory voice sang out as they tapped Leader’s shoulder, breaking their focus. “But-” “No ifs, ands or buts, Leader.” They held their hand out for the laptop. Leader slumped, handing it to them. “You never change, stubborn prick!” They joked, sitting by the end of the sofa. “Should you even be sitting up?” They asked, feigning concern. “Come to think of it, you should probably be in your room, not here. Too many distractions.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Leader held up their hands in surrender. “I promise not to do it again, mother.” Right Hand softly rested their head against the edge of the sofa. “Mother? You flatter me.” Leader rusted their hair. “I aim to please.”

They sat there, enjoying each others company as the other members of the team flittered around Leader, slowly joining them as the day began to wind down. “I don’t say it enough.” Leader started, glancing at their team. “I’m so proud of what you’ve all become. I couldn’t ask for a better team… and I’m sorry I was stupid.” They mumbled the last part.

“What was that last bit? Didn’t quite catch it.” Right Hand teased, cupping their ear. “You heard it.” Leader argued back. “Hmmm? Did I?” Right Hand lifted their ear higher. “Fiiiiine.” Leader paused, taking a breath. “I’m sorry. For being stupid, for… everything. I don’t deserve all of you, especially after what I put you through.” Right Hand snorted, before everyone burst out into laughter. “What?” Leader asked, “I was being sincere and this is how you respond?” half giggling themself.

Teammate wiped a tear from their eye, “It’s just. You look so serious and… It’s not but I’m not used to you saying something so nice and looking so stoic and shit.” Leader blushed a little, “Stoic? I don’t look…” Leader began to laugh, the contagion reaching them too. They had to stop when their a string of pain shot through their abdomen. “Ow… ow…” They winced as everyone calmed their laughter.

“I missed you guys…”

“We missed you too, Leader.”

#whump #leader whump #again #but are we surprised #no #June of doom 23 #day 29 #hurt/comfort #soft caretaker #i based the nurse on one i had after my appendectomy #she saw how shit i was feeling and brought me a little bear #i nearly cried #i still tear up thinking about her doing that for me #i still have him too #i keep him as a motivation to study and become a good paramedic #but also as a reminder of how powerful the little parts of care really are for patients #person centred care works people!#snaillamp #original post

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