Whumptober 2022
A little bit out of the ordinary: Everything just fall apart, they are good Chibi.” Dazai’s voice was soft as he admitted to his downfall. He should have tried to get more intelligence, should have seen that something was missing when no one could tell him a thing about them. Ao3
Nowhere to run: “It doesn’t matter. I have it handled.” Dazai just wanted to walk out. This was too much. It felt like he was being attacked from inside and outside. He didn’t know what to make of these people. Ao3
Hair’s breath from death: “Why didn’t you listen?” His voice cracked slightly. A tremor ran through his body as he looked at the prince.
The silence was all that met him.
“I know that you want to impress your father. But when is the cost too high for this? You can’t keep on doing this, Arthur!” Merlin ran his fingers through his hair. Wishing he could understand why he was even trying. Ao3
Dead on your feet: “Warmed mead with some Valerian root. We used to always make it in the village when people struggled with sleeping.” Merlin gave Arthur a slight smile. “Drink up.” Merlin placed his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. Ao3
Every Whumpee’s need: He closed his eyes again as another shiver passed through his body. It felt like he was being boiled alive. He knows that he needs to do something about it, but all he managed to do was lay still. Hoping that it won’t trigger another vomiting spell. Ao3
Poor Unfortunate Souls: “I had enough of your attitude boy! It is time that you show our people what the Pendragon name is made of.” Uther frowned slightly before he continued. “And don’t even think of going to the dungeons. The guards are ordered not to follow your command.” Ao3
911 what is your emergency: “I don’t have a choice, Merlin. He is king, when he tells you to do something you do it, whether you like it or not.” Arthur wished that he could explain it better to Merlin, but some things are just not worth it in the long run. Ao3
What could go wrong? That would be nice, to just be back at his mom, being loved in the only way a mother can love a child. Just for a little while. Merlin wasn’t completely sure when he blacked out. Only when his mind was working again, he was laying on the ground on someone’s lap, while fingers were running through his hair. Ao3
Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs: When he placed his hands over Dazai’s eyes to shield him from the knife, coming down, piercing his heart. Ao3
Die a hero or live long enough to become the villain: Shin wasn’t sure how long the battle lasted before the juggernaut finally gave in, coming to a standstill. He forced the cabinet open, His legs felt like jelly as he forced himself out.
The battleground was silent, almost too silent. Even the eternal screams were finally gone. He sank to his knees wishing that he could just stay quiet. But he knows it is a futile wish. Ao3
No way out: Now he wouldn’t need to see anyone else dying, no more losing friends and hearing the screaming in his ears. Wondering when he would see the dead again, finally being reunited with his family. Ao3
Hanging on by a threat: “I can’t keep on doing this, Arthur. Wondering when the day will come when I lose you for good. And it is going to come.” Merlin closed his eyes tightly, fighting the tears that want to fall, knowing it will do him no good. Ao3
Let’s break the ice: Dazai forced himself back upright, brown met blue and for a second he wished that he could just let everything go. Just for a second, to just go splat on the road below. Ao3
Enough is enough: “Dazai?” There wasn’t much hope to get a response. His hand was warm against the coldness of Dazai’s cheek. Ao3
Famous last word: “Come, you need to see a doctor.” He made sure to keep his voice as calm as he could. Knowing that the last time he had to take Dazai near a doctor the boy freaked out. The muscles tensing as Dazai tried to pull away, made Chuuya tighten his hands. Ao3
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I love the unimpressed faces Akutagawa makes while Fukuchi speaks. First off, the “okay boomer” “oh my God the old man is still talking. Why is he still talking” energy is immaculate. Second of all, every time, his 100% done, impassive face just says “pain? agony? This is nothing compared to what I had to go through” and like. it's true. For someone who's been relentlessly beaten up since he was put on the world and who has to constantly deal with a terminal illness, he probably developed some kind of numbness to pain. Fukuchi's words of atrocities and tortures mean nothing to him, because “He wasn't afraid of death. To him, the realm of the dead had to be more comfortable than this. The pain of dying was of no concern of his either. The seemingly endless life he led was purgatory enough.”
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