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thehylianidiot · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 9: Mistaken Identity Or: How Team Natsu Really Infiltrated Vistarion

Sneaking into Vistarion was surprisingly easy.

No, it was not due to the effectiveness of their stealth mission, if one could even call it that. As usual when Fairy Tail was involved, they had left behind a trail of flaming destruction cutting a path to the heart of the Alvarez Empire with its military hot on their heels. If it wasn’t for the fact that said empire was definitely in the hostile-towards-Fairy-Tail category and therefore not on the friendliest terms with them, Lucy was certain they would have found Master Makarov already from the top of the palace’s many balconies wailing at all the future damage bills the ruckus would cause.

In fact, they actually waltz right through an open front gate.

Normally an open front gate screamed some sort of trap or underhanded scheme at play, or even some kind of peaceful talk to lure them in and never let them leave.

However, it was hard to argue that notion against a hoard of scrambling guards and squealing staff members swarming Erza in a tornado of ecstatic greetings.

Now, Lucy had seen Erza's inexplicable ability to unwittingly recruit all sorts to her cause. Between pirates and walking fart jokes, once they got past the initial shock towards Erza’s rather intimidating approaches to her problems, all sorts of background characters seem to flock to her. Either that, or the concussion received from Erza’s usual form of forehead-to-forehead greeting irreparably broke all the remaining brain cells in their skulls.

However, never in Lucy’s wildest dreams did she think Erza’s blunt-force charisma would extend to within the palace of a whole other continent.

Nobody was sure how to respond to that. Whatever Natsu exclaimed was smothered out in the general cacophony. Gray was so still his shirt remained on his person for a miraculous five minutes. Wendy was glancing between everyone in the hopes that someone would know what to do with little success. And Lucy well…after two years she honestly shouldn’t be surprised how much her team kept finding ways to one-up themselves in terms of ridiculousness.

Even Erza herself wasn’t sure how to handle the hoard of eager and unexpected fans surrounding her on all sides, and that was saying something for someone who tended to think waving a handcrafted claymore around in a public park as perfectly acceptable social etiquette.

Maybe they should have reacted faster, because before they knew it they all got swept up in the crowd pushing them past the gates of Vistarion Palace. And then afterwards they had no choice but to follow the swarm of guards leading Erza—or “Lady Scarlet” as they called her—down the halls.

“My lady, it is good to see you have returned. The emperor’s battle plans you requested are right here.” One servant flew past, shoving a piece of paper within Erza’s hands before she could even react. “Also, Emperor Spriggan has requested an immediate audience with all his generals at once.”

Erza continued staring at the paper as if she had been asked if to somehow unbake a cake. “I…see.”

“Are these new prisoners?” A guard ran up to ask.

At that Erza stood alert. If there was one thing to get her focused, it was a threat on anyone in her guild. “No. These are my comrades.”

Somehow, the infamous glare that could make atoms know fear didn’t tip off the guard that this might not be the right person they were talking to. “Ah, one of your divisions then. Forgive me at once, General Scarlet.”

Lucy glanced at the sheet in Erza’s hands. Much as she hated to admit it, she was probably the most experienced one in their group on such papers. Yet all those years memorizing endless terms of formality and political tidings didn’t help a single bit comprehending the chicken scratch of sideways mathematical formulas and illegible ink splotches that would make a psychiatrist jealous.

“Erza, what are we going to do?” Gray whispered, having finally shook off his shock. Along with his shirt at some point.

Wendy gave a swift thank you and a bow to a guard as they handed her Gray’s lost shirt. “I think you might be considered an important person here. But it does seem like we can at least speak with the emperor.”

Natsu grinned, his fists catching fire. “Hell yeah, then we can make him tell us where Gramps is!”

Lucy promptly covered the dragon slayer’s mouth before he could rattle off equally incriminating threats against a nation’s ruler within blatant hearing range.

Erza nodded. “I…suppose it does simplify our task at hand. We can ask about Master Makarov’s wearabouts this way.”

Accidentally impersonating a general was bad enough. Lucy seriously hoped Erza wasn’t intending on starting those talks by headbutting the emperor.

The Fairy Tail Rescue Squad stared at the Alvarez War Room.

The occupant of the throne in the Alvarez War Room stared back.

“Well,” said Zeref. “This is the last time I call for a planning meeting.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.9 #Mistaken Identity #fairy tail #fairy tail erza #fairy tail lucy #erza scarlet #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #wendy marvell #this is funny not angsty #whoops #Yes Erza headbutted-greeted afterwards #that is the whump

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genavere · 7 months

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@whumptober 2023 - Day One

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Summary: Team Natsu and the Thunder Legion are on their way back from a mission together...but the forest has different ideas on how their night will go.

Warnings: Minor Blood, Embarrassment for Characters, Probably OOC, Crack Fic

Rating: T for Teens (I kept this one nice for all of you)

Relationships: None - Everyone can enjoy this crack shot

If a Branch Falls in the Forest...

“Stop it, all of you.” Lucy frowned, pressing her once favorite sweater against Laxus’ forehead. Behind her, Team Natsu and the Thunder Legion were bickering back and forth on who the fault would ultimately land on. All the arguing felt like a hammer against her skull. It had to be worse for the man before her.

The accident had been just that—nothing to fight over in her opinion. No one could have known that a branch from above would have fallen while they slept. Freed’s barrier spell had been set up to detect intruders, not foliage.

In her opinion, they were lucky the branch did not flat out kill him. They were called Widow Makers for a reason.

“Laxus?” she called gently, worried that he had not opened his eyes for the past ten minutes, but took his posture as a good sign. Arms crossed, back straight, and a growing tick under his eye, if the morons behind her would pay attention, they would know of the coming eruption.

Glancing over her shoulder, it impressed her how a simple branch caused the world to end. Gray and Natsu stood back-to-back, fists raised and agreeing with the other as Bickslow. Both Evergreen and Erza had gone all out and had their wings out and argued in the air over the men. Even Happy got into the action arguing with Bickslow’s puppets—and that seemed more like a game of tag than actual fighting.

Freed had tried to help her tend Laxus, but she had ordered him to sit when he became paler than the person bleeding and swooned. They already had one severely injured teammate, she did not need to tend another with the rest acting like children.

“Laxus,” she called again, snapping her fingers in front of his face. Grey eyes pierced her in a glare, one she quickly returned with her own. “Don’t you give me that look, Mr. Tough-and Mighty, I am doing my best here.”

Heat rose over her cheeks when all he gave in response was a grunt. Fingers tightened in the ruined fabric. The urge to ensure he had a concussion barely stomped down. Violence would solve nothing here, she reminded herself, ignoring the multiple voices casting spells behind her. Not even the explosion that sent her hair snapping against her face phased her.

Lifting three fingers, she closed her eyes and held them out for him. “Just… tell me how many fingers am I holding up, okay?”

Another grunt.

Virgo would be able to dig seven graves—Happy and the puppets would go with Natsu and Bickslow respectively—and if Taurus had the element of surprise. No, the stubborn bull would never be quiet enough to land a surprise attack, and she could not rely on Loke to attack Gray. Not even the contract and bond between them as spirit and master broke whatever relationship those two had since neither admitted anything.

A swell of magic pulled over her back and a wall of words erupted from the ground as an arsenal of swords bounced off them. Glancing back, she recognized Freed’s work and realized he put up a safety net to keep them safe.

Scratch that, to keep Laxus safe. The pouting green-haired man kept glaring at her over his shoulder before his stomach revolted again. Yeah, she sighed, she had only been collateral in being kept safe.

“Laxus, I swear”—she gritted her teeth and pressed the cloth harder into his head. A pleased lift graced her lips as he winced—“if you don’t tell me how many I am holding up, I will—”

“Two,” he grunted, once more not looking at her. The lift quickly turned downward. Two? Even if he had a concussion, usually the vision was blurred. The answer should have been three or more.

“What?”

He mirrored her earlier look, grinding his teeth together. “Your shirt—”

“My shirt…” She looked down, brows furrowed.

It had been a cold night, and faced with huddling against Erza and risking personal harm or bundling up, she had taken the safer option. Her sweater had been soft and warm, and she hated the fact it might never get all of the bloodstains out. Underneath, she had just worn a normal tank top, white in color…

And it seemed that without the sweater, her body revealed exactly how cold it was, and the white fabric did not help, either. Eyes widening in realization, she met grey ones again. The hint of red on his cheeks had not been from embarrassment—not embarrassment from the branch.

A squeal of indignation filled the forest for miles. One blonde stomped off, taking the furred coat of the downed Lightning Dragon Slayer with her. Another blond laid on the forest floor, eyes swirling, and a second welt swelling.

When they returned to the guild hall, a concussion had been confirmed, though neither Wendy nor Porlyusica could say which blow to the head caused it. And, unfortunately for all of them, the reward money went to replanting the forest they had stayed in after a chaotic battle had left nearly all of it destroyed.

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Day one is in the bag! Not the whumpest of whumps, but it was fun to write, lol. The next few days will be out of order to fully put together a story concept I came up with (much like my Dead Stars story, but this time not in order).

Hope you all enjoyed!

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #writing #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #laxus dreyar #Whump #Whumptober 2023 #erza scarlet #freed justine #fairy tail evergreen #bickslow #gray fullbuster #fairy tail happy #crack fic #Hope you all enjoy!#Genavere

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mightaswell-whump · 6 months

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In which Sebastian, being fey, is hurt by iron.

Caecilius loves to dress him in iron jewelry and parade him about like he would any prize. He especially likes the way the burn marks heal, leaving shimmering pale skin in their wake.

The tail is a fine plaything for whump, you could do anything with it.

#pet whump #whump oc #nonhuman whumper #nonhuman whumpee #whump art #fairy whump #tail whump #fae whump

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happilychee · 5 months

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me writing silly little fairy tail headcanons on tumblr dot com: heehee🥰✍️

my 140k fairy tail fic that I still haven't finished: am I a joke to you👁👄👁

#lychee talks #if u want a really long fairy tail x reader fic I gotchu (in about six months)#one day I'll finish it and that day I will sob my eyes out #highkey prbly gna make a sequel for tartaros... get that hurt comfort whump in there #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail fanfic

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xfangheartx · 1 year

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Was in the mood for some Fairy Tail whump, so here's blind Natsu with Lucy.

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu x lucy #nalu #whump #whump art

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jethro-art · 2 years

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No other explanation than Jet being my whump character. I love him and I love putting him through shit.

#jet #fairy tail jet #team shadowgear #fairy tail #whump

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hey-that-hurt · 3 months

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Back in high school, I started planning what I recognize now to be a whump fic for the anime Fairy Tail. I ended up losing the notes, but I remember the general premise.

In Fairy Tail, there is an arc where the characters (wizards) are trapped in a dimension where magic is a scarce, essential, and valuable resource, and they are unable to use their own magic.

Two characters are captured because of the specific magic they wield: dragon magic. They are to be used as human batteries, chosen because their magic is particularly powerful, and also heavily integrated with their bodies. The two characters captured are Natsu, typical shonen protaganist kinda guy, and Wendy, a young girl of maybe 13 (I forget).

Also notable: an early bit of established worldbuilding that ends up pretty much completely abandoned is that running out of magic is bad for a wizard (magic changes your body) and the more powerful you are, the more dangerous this is.

Natsu and Wendy are chained up to a wall, placed in front of a machine, and have the magic painfully sucked out of them. Natsu, normally pretty resilient, screams his head off. By the end, they are both completely unconscious. The rest of the characters find them, give them these pills that allow the characters to use magic in this dimension, and both of them are instantly completely fine.

Later in the arc, Natsu gets into a big fight and fights to the point of magical exhaustion (again!!!), but after the arc everyone is totally fine with no big danger to health.

These events disappointed me so much, and I didn’t understand why, but I knew I wanted things to play out differently. I now recognize that this was disappointment that the whump was not nearly as intense as it should have been.

Here’s what I recall of my fic plans:

Natsu would try to convince their torturer to spare Wendy at his expense. I don’t see why he wouldn’t have done this, as he’s basically like her big brother.

They should not have been able to recover easily.

If Natsu was more heavily drained than Wendy, he would nearly die.

The torturer would not want to let them die, because then they can’t be drained again

The torturer would also not abandon their unconscious bodies. That doesn’t make any sense. That doesn’t make any sense at all. As soon as it became obvious that a rescue attempt was underway, Natsu and Wendy would have been taken down and relocated. This would, of course, make rescue much more difficult

UPON rescue, the magic pills wouldn’t do jack shit. They let you use your magic, they shouldn’t restore it. Even if we argue that the pills allow their bodies to absorb the magic from this different atmosphere, we know from the original magical exhaustion incident that reabsorbing magic is a slow process that far from instantly fixes the issue.

The whole end-of-arc plan would have to be rethought because Natsu would be not just unable to fight, but probably still at risk of dying.

Lots of fear and guilt and pain and all the stuff wanted so badly when I was like, 14 watching this episode and wondering why I wanted the characters to be tortured more.

Even though Fairy Tail is not a well-written series and the ending is bad and none of my favorite plot points were handled well and the fanservice is egregious and the plot armor is egregious…

I still crave Natsu whump. Maybe I should write this fic someday, and fulfill my past selves’ whump dreams.

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #strong whumpee #magic whump

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storyweaverofgondor · 2 years

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Summary: Sherry's attack during the Oracion Seis Arc goes a bit worse for Gray.

My first whumptober fic of the year. WOOHOO! :D

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #unconventional restraints #fairy tail #fanfic #major character injury #fairy tail fanfiction #Gray Fullbuster Whump

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goodwhump-temp · 7 months

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Natsu Whump | Fairy Tail (Ep.01 - 150)

Ep.1 Motionsick x2, tackled, manhandled Ep.2 Angry, squished, daddy issues, motionsick, slips, thrown, uneasy (17:20) Ep.3 Face kicked x2, motionsick, hit, kicked to the ground Ep.4 Daddy issues, scared (Erza) Ep.5 Shoved, scared (Erza), motionsick x3, comforted/knocked unconscious, abandoned, knicked x2, headbut, slapped Ep.6 Motionsick, comforted, weak, carried, unconscious Ep.7 Punched, scared (Erza), thrown x2, head bonked x3 (while falling) Ep.8 Knocked down, freaked out Ep.9 Poisonous mushrooms Ep.10 "Imprisoned", reckless, imprisoned, punched unconscious, squished/restrained, kicked Ep.11 Reckless any%, motionsick/passed out Ep.12 Passes out, encased in ice, kicked away/tumbling Ep.13 Ice case, boobytrapped, warped pain Ep.16 Beaten by Grey (flashback) Ep.17 Beaten by orbs, scared (Erza) Ep.18 Scared Ep.19 Scared, trapped in Loki's body, practically blind (glasses), panicked confusion Ep.20 (Childhood) Angry, beaten Ep.21 Annoyed Ep.22 Kicked x2 Ep.23 Restrained (Grey), body manipulated/punched x2, kicked down Ep.24 Punched, motionsick Ep.25 Beaten (offscreen) Ep.26 Power drained, pain, thoroughly pissed Ep.27 Punched to the wall, pain, uppercut, knocked down, fist hurted, headbutted, bruised, punched multiple times, painful lance attack (but not impaled), knocked down, painfully dragged, unconscious, daddy issues/crying/dragged (flashback), smacked Ep.28 Thoroughly pissed, collapses Ep.29 Shared daddy issues, 777 overload/headbutted, headsmacked Ep.31 Face smacked (very aggressive pillow fight), bandaged Ep.32 (bonus: loki whump; he's literally dying) Ep.33 Crying/frustrated (gamba), shot, unconscious (12:55) Ep.34 Motionsick Ep.36 Thrown Ep.37 Motionsick, SWALLOWED, unconscious Ep.38 Dazed/unconscious, carried, motionsick x2 Ep.39 Punched x1000, weak Ep.40 Knocked back, muy weak, choking/poisoned, berserk, collapses unconscious, comforted/carried, weak, emotional Ep.41 Emotional denial, restrained, crying, bandaged, 3 day coma, shoobedoobah'd x2 Ep.42 Tired, sick, starving, struck by lightning, unconscious, trapped Ep.43 Smacked, punched Ep.46 Kicked, punched x10, forced down x2 Ep.47 Punched, zapped to the ceiling, gutpunched, beaten, struck by lightning x3, carried, weak Ep.48 Weak, angry, battered around, struck by lightning, almost killed, full body banadged, bromance triangle

2x01/Ep.49 Punched, depressed, motionsick, comforted 2x02/Ep.50 Slapped 2x04/Ep.52 Motionsick x3 2x05/Ep.53 Large fall, head bump, kicked, beaten, unconscious 2x06/Ep.54 Knocked down x2 (bonus: jalaal unconscious & majestic) 2x07/Ep.55 Briefly motionsick, knocked unconscious, covered in rubble, kicked out of the air 2x10/Ep.58 Motionsick trap, pinned, practically dead the whole episode 2x11/Ep.59 Motionsick torture, protected 2x12/Ep.60 Motionsick, attempted comfort, almost dies (fall damage), knocked back, punched, gutsmack 2x13/Ep.61 Exhausted, smacked x4, dazed, knee'd, hand burnt, slowly numbed, dropped, motionsick x2, face numbed x2, fully numb/weak 2x14/Ep.62 Fully numbed/weak, motionsick, captured/dragged 2x15/Ep.63 Briefly trapped (rubble) 2x16/Ep.64 Smacked, bonked, electrocuted, knocked unconscious 2x17/Ep.65 Unconscious, weak, hit by magic whip x4, knocked down 2x18/Ep.66 Weak/bruised, painful magic shot, knocked down, beaten, 2x19/Ep.67 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓭, trapped, daddy issues, missing, nervous 2x20/Ep.68 Restrained, bandaged 2x21/Ep.69 Bandaged, motionsick, crying throwing up dying (background noises), daddy issues, knocked back 2x22/Ep.70 Uppercut, kicked, punched x8, imprisoned, knocked down, trapped, electrocuted, extreme pain, power draining 2x23/Ep.71 Electrocuted, extreme pain, (bonus: grey unconscious/carried), trapped, power draining/tired 2x24/Ep.72 Electrocuted, pain, hallucinating/schizo 2x25/Ep.73 Motionsick, sad 2x26/Ep.74 Motionsick self-inflicted torture, nausous, collapses 2x28/Ep.76 Nightmare denial, thrown, (flashback; crushed), daddy issues 2x30/Ep.78 Large fall, powerless, smacked, guilt/confused 2x31/Ep.79 Scared, noogied x2, manhandled, elbowed, kicked, scared, emotional, sobbing, comforted (SO CUTE), motionsick 2x32/Ep.80 Launched, manhandled, 2x33/Ep.81 Punched, pinned, motionsick, (opposite: scared/crying) 2x34/Ep.82 (Opposite: scared/crying), restrained, captured 2x35/Ep.83 Imprisoned, doomed/betrayed (opposite: scared/crying, manhandled) 2x37/Ep.85 Restrained, unconscious, experimented on, extreme pain, screaming, 2x38/Ep.86 Unconscious, manhandled, coughing, weak, panic 2x39/Ep.87 Motionsick torture, incapacitated 2x41/Ep.89 Captured, unconscious, hostage 2x43/Ep.91 Thrown, knocked down, pain 2x44/Ep.92 Knocked down 2x45/Ep.93 Knocked down, hit multiple times, weak, 2x46/Ep.94 Kicked/punched multiple times, knocked unconscious,

4x02/Ep.96 Bullied (both worlds), knocked down, sleeping weird, 4x03/Ep.97 Exhausted 4x04/Ep.98 Motionsick 4x05/Ep.99 Punched x2, elbowed, knocked down, thrown, sliced/dissasembled, (flashback: punted x2, knocked down multiple times, passes out), dizzy, overwhelmed/scared, sobbing 4x07/Ep.101 Caught in tornado 4x11/Ep.105 Punched, overpowered, knocked down, hit with powerful blast, unconscious falling, scared, gutpunched, trapped, great pain 4x12/Ep.106 Collapse, unconscious, unresponsive to healing 4x14/Ep.108 Falling, motionsick, hit by multiple balls, knocked unconscious 4x15/Ep.109 Kicked x2, punched multiple times, manhandled, knocked down, pinned under rubble 4x17/Ep.111 Crushed 4x18/Ep.112 Human-pancake, knocked down, pain, head forced down, thrown 4x19/Ep.113 Thrown, bonks head, pinned 4x20/Ep.114 Weak 4x23/Ep.117 Thrown, shot multiple times x2 (magic bullets), head crushed, weak 4x24/Ep.118 Struck by lightning 4x25/Ep.119 Berserk, exhausted, collapses, weak, pain, comforted, knocked down, carried 4x26/Ep.120 Punched, kicked x2, collapses, passes out, carried, bandaged, punched 4x27/Ep.121 Mega punched, dragged, crying (it's ok) 4x28/Ep.122 Knocked down, dragged, emotional, thrown 4x29/Ep.123 Unconscious, trapped under rubble, bandaged 4x30/Ep.124 Motionsick, depressed

5x01/Ep.125 Spun/dizzy 5x02/Ep.126 Very motionsick x2, comforted (nice jiggle butt-man), unconscious/carried, kicked 5x05/Ep.129 Instant KO, headache 5x06/Ep.130 KO'd, weak, motionsick, grabbed, slammed, body manipulated, punched x10 5x07/Ep.131 Motionsick, knocked down, punched, weak, punched multiple times 5x08/Ep.132 Thinking overload, kicked, punched out the window, shrunk, stepped on 5x09/Ep.133 Tiny, motionsick/dying x3, drowning, flung 5x10/Ep.134 Burned hand, falling x2, slams into pillar 5x12/Ep.136 Stepped on 5x14/Ep.138 Pinned, grabbed, motionsick x2 5x15/Ep.139 Punched, bodyslammed x2, kicked, beaten x2, dropped, knocked down x2, weak x3, head slammed, carried 5x16/Ep.140 Punched multiple times, knocked down, wakes from unconsciousness 5x18/Ep.142 Punched, trapped, thrown, smacked (aquariaus) 5x19/Ep.143 Struck by lightning 5x20/Ep.144 Punched x3, knocked unconscious 5x21/Ep.145 (Hostage/imprisoned) knocked down, restrained 5x22/Ep.146 Explodes x4, pain, knocked down 5x24/Ep.148 Knocked down 5x25/Ep.149 Restrained, thrown against the wall, weak 5x26/Ep.150 Devoured, trapped, punched

#whump #emotional whump #whump list #whumplist #anime whump #natsu whump #fairy tail whump #natsu dragneel #natsu dragon slayer #unconscious natsu #mc whump

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firapolemos05 · 6 months

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Have I mentioned that I love Gajeel whump? Yes? Good.

"Damn beast nearly bit my arm off!"

"I'm surprised the legal guilds even allow monsters like that into their cities."

"Well if he's going to act like an animal, might as well treat him like one."

Whumptober 2023

Day 24

"A mouth full of ridicule."

(In which I am very mean to my favorite blorbo.)

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ohtobeleah · 8 months

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Bruises // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist]

Summary: A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence.

Word Count: 2.5k

Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

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Sunday- August 13th 2023. Present Day

We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods. The shoe that fits Cinderella, the frog that turns into a prince, Sleeping Beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they lived happily ever after.

Fairy tales—the stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairy tales don’t come true. It’s the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights, and end in the unspeakable. It’s the nightmares that always seem to become reality.

You shot up from your spot in your bed trying to regulate your breathing from yet another nightmare, the nightmares you already lived through that your mind, body and soul couldn’t let go of, the overwhelming fear had triggered yet another panic induced asthma attack. Your inhaler sat close by on your bedside table.

You came to quickly realise after all that you’d been through that the person that invented the phrase ‘Happily Ever After’ Should have his ass kicked and kicked hard. Because ‘Happily Ever After’ Didn’t exist.

Sleep didn't come easy anymore, especially at night. Since you’d been on mandated medical leave you did your best to sleep during the day and stay awake all night, just to keep the voices in your head silent. It did little to curve the nightmares though, the sounds of tortuous screams that would send you into a dizzying fit of terrors until you realised you were safe. That you were home and that you were in your own bed, not on some dirty cell floor a million miles away with no hope of ever seeing your loved ones again.

A knock at your front door in the middle of the night would usually have your heart racing. People don't knock on peoples doors in the middle of the night, and if they do? Your mother always taught you not to answer unless you were expecting company.

As you padded over to your front door with a warm cup of peppermint tea in your hand, you had to wonder what one it was this time that brought the wounded soul to your doorstep. You opened your front door to reveal the very person you had actually been expecting for all the wrong reasons. He stood with his shoulders slumped in his grey sweats and an old longhorns T-shirt that looked worse than he did. Sad emerald green eyes met yours as he ran a nervous hand through his sandy locks, hell, this never got any easier.

Jake Seresin showing up on your doorstep at one in the morning had become a thing. On the nights he wasn't dragging his tail up your three porch steps, you were banging against his courtyard gate. Both as desperate for company as each other. Yet neither of you would admit you were struggling. But the unspoken was as loud as silence could ever be.

You’d both witnessed and experienced the unthinkable, unspeakable acts of violence that should have killed you both. But yet here you were, making him peppermint tea at one in the morning, trying to hide the fact whenever you looked at him all you saw was the way his body bled and bruised.

“What one was it this time?” You asked as you handed Jake the tea you'd made for him, having expected him any minute now. He still had bruises that littered his cheeks and eye socket. Doctors had reassured you that his broken jaw would heal in time, for someone with the gift of the gap not talking though was a difficult task. But being in an induced coma for the first week since being admitted helped the swelling a lot. He looked more like himself now.

Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. The very embodiment of a human ken doll. He looked like the Jake you knew before the mission that nearly killed you both. Everyday that passed he looked less and less like the version of himself that would have said or done anything to keep you alive. That had done everything he could have.

“The one where they made me hurt you.” Jake mumbled as he stepped past the threshold of your humble abode and accepted the cup of warm peppermint tea you had made for him. He appreciated the warm sensation, it grounded him. “I get that one alot, whenever I close my eyes–” Jake paused as he drank in the sight of you. You looked healthier now. Brighter. Your eyes weren't so full of fear and your lip wasn't as split anymore. “All I see is you and how I couldn’t save you.”

You and Jake had shared all your darkest nightmares with one another, he was the only person who understood what you were going through, what you sounded like while your skin was cut and your bones were broken. He was the only one who understood when you told him your body didn’t feel like yours anymore. And you were the only one who understood what it was like to want to die just to feel peace. To escape hell. You’d seen the limits each other could tolerate, and you'd seen each other's breaking points. Neither of you could escape the burning guilt you held for each other. It was a bond that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

With all the love you held for each other you’d both agreed now just wasn’t the right time. A relationship seemed like the worst thing to jump head first into after experiencing hell on earth. But with that mutual understanding came a deep hesitation to believe any of it was ever real to begin with.

“Well, you did.” You reminded Jake as his eyes wandered down to where your hand and wrist still remained in a cast. He could still remember the way you screamed out in utter agony when the hammer smashed your bones, how you looked when infection took over. “I’m here because of you.” He didn’t reply straight away as he took a sip of the warm peppermint tea you’d made for him. He watched silently as you closed your front door—making sure to lock it and switch off the patio light. It was the middle of the night after all.

Jake Seresin was a wreck, you knew that much. The people who knew him better than most would often tell you he was a shell of his former cocky, egomaniacal self. They all missed that version of Jake—the one who could give anyone a headache just by his charm alone, but was present and aware.

But the Jake you knew was just as scared and bruised as you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, the mutual midnight visits were enough of an explanation, and you didn’t push. He didn’t push either. The two of you just existed, trying to navigate through the trauma of the situation the two of you found yourselves in. Marked confidential and sealed indefinitely. Plagued with the sounds of each other’s tortuous screams.

“You were there because of me too.” Jake finally replied, his voice was soft and barely audible. “You were my responsibility.” He bowed his head in shame, regret had followed him everywhere since the two of you had gone down. “I failed you.”

It was your turn to listen and take in the heaviness of Jake's admission. An admission you’d heard a hundred times before and would surely hear a thousand times more. It was Jake's truth, his version of reality.

“You didn’t fail me, Seresin.” You sighed softly as you walked your way around to stand before him. Jake looked at you with so much guilt, so much anguish in his eyes. Those deep green emerald eyes. “Because we’re home, we’re safe, you’re standing here drinking my peppermint tea and I’m about to reach up and kiss you—“ You placed your hand on the back of Jake's neck, slowly, tentatively. “Because you didn’t fail me, you saved me.” Jake knew that was true to some extent, you were holding on for dear life when rescue came. Without them, without Jake begging you to stay, you probably wouldn’t have.

“Please—“ Jake whispered as tears fell from his lash line. “Just one.” You did. It wasn’t hard touching Jake, or loving him or kissing him or doing anything that made you feel connected. If it were anyone else you’d struggle. But not with Hangman.

It was the softest of kisses, the most fleeting of things, but you did what you said you were going to do and reached up to kiss Jake's lips.

Jake raised his eyebrows in reaction to your softness but soon closed his eyes knowing he was safe and pulled you closer by the small of your waist with just one hand. He still held the peppermint tea in the other. Savouring every single moment, every fleeting touch you were willing to give him.

“You didn’t fail me Jake, I’m standing right here, because you kept me going—you kept me alive.” You knew exactly what Jake needed to hear as he let his forehead rest against yours. You cupped his cheeks to catch the tears that had begun to fall down his slightly bruised cheeks. You caught Jake's tears with the pads of your thumbs, just like you’d done when he was covered in his own blood.

“You gave me hope and we’re okay Jake, we’re okay.” All Jake did was nod with closed eyes. He needed your gentle touch to ground him, keep him from falling into the dark depths of the hole he was standing on the edge of.

“We’re okay.” The same hole that you had teetered on the edge of. “We’re okay.” Jake repeated a few times as he kept his eyes closed. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes you’d be gone. “We’re okay.” He whispered just one more time before he opened his eyes, you were still there, his weapon’s system office, his responsibility, his one and only guiding light. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” You pressed your lips together in a fine line before you stepped away. Heading towards the kitchen where you’d left your own cup of tea. “I’m glad you’re here actually.” You sheepishly admitted. “I was going to try and get some rest but couldn’t fall asleep alone.” Jake knew what you were asking of him—he’d asked you a fair few times himself. But again, it was all coded.

“I’m pretty tired, could use an hour or two.” He replied with half a smile that only graced half his face. Jake followed you over to the hallway he knew led down to your bedroom. Completely lit so that not an ounce of darkness could shroud your recovery process. “I’ll stay.”

“Thanks.” You looked up at Jake as he looked at you, both as broken as each other. He still saw the uncertainty in your eyes, the fear that your time had left you with. Jake could argue you had it worse than he did, but you’d say it wasn’t a competition. “I think I sleep easier with you here than when you’re not.”

“If I wasn’t so haunted by your screams Hollywood, I’d be flattered.” Jake teased as he took a sip of his tea. The tea you’d made just for him in the mug you knew he liked. It was easy to joke about small details, it’s how you and Jake got by, but the sad reality was it was all true. There was a time where Jake Seresin would have taken that compliment and turned it into something more sexually explicit. But now? Even when the two of you did embark on showing one another what it was like to touch the stars and all Jake saw was you in that cell screaming for those men to stop. In his nightmares as he’d lay beside you he felt like one of them.

Jake caught himself falling into a k-hole of thoughts as he took another sip of his tea to bring him back down to earth. “But yeah, I sleep better with you by my side too.”

It was weird going from being so sure of every word Jake spoke in the time you were held together, to all these ‘Thinks’ and ‘Pretty Sures.’ But you knew the ‘I love yous’ shared and the admiration admitted were all just tactics to keep each other alive. At least on Jake’s behalf you assumed. For you? Every word of it was real. Every plea for Jake to keep his eyes open was real. Every cry of mercy for them to stop beating him was real. Every ‘take me’ every ‘I love you’ every ‘don’t you dare die on me, not now.’ Was real. Every ‘when we make it home, I’ll never let you go.’ Was real.

“Good.” You yawned, exhausted from all the sleepless nights and half ass attempts during the day. “Because I’m exhausted.”

“Feels like we’re on a train that’s going like two hundred miles an hour without any breaks.” Jake began walking with you towards your bedroom. A bedroom he’d become so familiar in he knew where you kept your socks and what corner you favoured for dirty laundry. “And as much as you wanna stop that train we can’t get off, for some fucking reason we just can’t get off.” He continued as you pushed your door open, still lit from almost every light you owned. “Wouldn’t it though—wouldn’t it just be so nice to step off onto the platform for a minute?” Jake asked as you took his tea and placed it up on the dresser beside yours. Coaxing him forward and towards your bed by his hand.

“It would be nice.” You tried not to cry.” “It would be so nice.” You knew what Jake meant, what the platform was a metaphor for. You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about it—the sweet release death would bring. “But I’m not quitting on you now Hangman.” You held back tears as you kissed Jake again, this time with more passion and fire in your intention and this time he kissed you back.

The back of your knees hit the side of your bed and you were down, with Jake falling with you. It was the closest to love the pair of you would get. Relearning what gentle romance was. Relearning to understand that not every touch was rough.

“So you don’t get to quit on me.” You reminded him sternly. It was just the trauma talking. You’d give anything to go back to the way things were before, when the two of you hardly spoke. When the pair of you bickered and argued and didn’t engage in pity sex out of an existential obligation to one another just to feel something besides hopelessness and pain. “Because we made it out, we got out and we survived—“ You cried into his mouth as tears of his own dripped off his cheeks down onto yours. “And we’ll survive whatever else is left to come, okay, you and me?”

Jake didn’t give you an answer, but he nodded silently before he took your lips hostage again. His hands were gentle against you—afraid that he’d hurt healing wounds. But he could never. He could never hurt you as much as they did.

“Just you and me Hollywood."

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Non-Human Whump Things

Content: Non-human whump, vampire whump, fairy whump, immortal whump, asphyxiation, gore, mouth whump, burns, drugging, forced to hurt, android whump, robot whump, [mentioned] autocannibalism, force feeding, [mentioned] caretaker-turned-whumpee, reluctant whumper, broken bones, waterboarding, giant whump.

Declawing a catperson.

Forcing an android's creator (caretaker) to kill them.

Pulling out a vampire's fangs.

Abandoning a robot in the rain.

Shattering a catperson's ankles so they're forced to crawl like an actual cat.

Tearing off a fairy's wings.

Hanging an immortal by the neck.

Waterboarding/drowning a robot.

Using a tiny whumpee as a stress ball.

Restraining a vampire with silver.

Training a giant for a circus act.

Keeping an android's nerve sensors on during maintenence/a fix.

Stabbing a vampire's caretaker so they can feed.

Cooking bits of an immortal whumpee's body into food (bonus points if they then have to eat it later on)

Docking a catperson's tail.

Feeding a vampire human food (won't do much but it'll taste horrible)

Tying a tiny whumpee up with rubber bands because they've got nothing else small enough. Perhaps they just want to see how many rubber bands it takes to make their little body explode like they do with watermelons.

Lock an immortal in a room during a heatwave (highly recommend Heat Wave (Part 1) and Heat Wave (Part 2) from the K&J series by @whumpsday if that's something you're into!)

Locking a catperson outside at night.

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February Whump Prompts – 2023, DAY 9: Voice Loss

Content Warnings: Minor Swearing Fandom: Fairy Tail - Natsu x Lucy

Knife to the Throat - Part 1 | 2 | 3

Struggling with Change

Natsu laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling above him. Cobwebs had gathered around the trusses and he was certain that was a new nest being built up there. It had been a long time since he had looked at his ceiling.

Not Lucy’s, which was spotless and the only flying creature was Happy. Once a bat had gotten into her apartment and he had laughed at how badly she had been freaking out over it. Yelling and screaming at him to catch it, her voice a shrill tone that made his ears ring.

Hands rubbed his face and he tossed himself onto his side. Who cared if there were spiders and birds living above his head, not like anyone would tell him to clean it up. And no one but him and Happy lived there, so it did not matter.

But those were lies, he knew it, and if anyone else had been there, they would have said the same thing. There was one person who would care. The very person who he had thought about living in the run-down home of his with them for a while. If he could do or trade anything to get her back, he would do it in a hard beat.

Not that she was gone physically, the sensible part of his head reminded him. For some reason, that part of his brain had become louder lately. He hated it. Of course, he knew that she was still around physically. When he last saw her a week ago, she had slapped him.

And rightfully so, sensibility spoke up again.

But not only that, she had run off in tears. And that night, when he tried to visit her, the window to her apartment was locked and the curtains shuttered. By the lack of sound that came through the window, he figured she had fallen asleep crying, or she had locked herself in the bathroom. The farthest point away from the windows, and the farthest away she could get from him.

The lights inside had been off, too, so no shadows could tell him anything, either.

It meant she had hidden herself in both silence and darkness just to keep from seeing him.

And all because he was too fucking stupid to be useful to her, or even a decent friend. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Scenes filled his mind of her choking on her own blood, coughing up the liquid as it filled her mouth and throat. The smell of burning flesh—her burning flesh hung around him as he tried to keep her from bleeding out. To save her life.

How could he even forget the sight of her throat slashed open so deeply. Even Porlyusica said it had been a miracle Lucy had survived the injury, the coma, and all the infections that came after. They were lucky to still have her, and that the only last effects would be the scar, which Wendy said she would do her best to lessen, and her inability to ever talk again.

And that was where his own inabilities came crashing down on them.

Without the use of her voice—not being able to yell at him or whisper stories to him at night, she needed to learn a new way to communicate. Since Levy had quickly learned and mastered the form of sign language, she began teaching them in small groups. Team Natsu was the first to start learning, with Lucy.

Of course, Lucy was a genius. It had been no surprise that she quickly picked up the new skill, even as she was recovering. Since they were the only ones able to understand each other in the guild, it became a game between Levy and her to pass secrets in the middle of everyone in the main hall. One thing Lucy signed had made the blunette snort in laughter before she could help herself.

It frustrated him. That had been something he had done with Lucy, between soft whispers back and forth. Each tried their hardest to make the other laugh the loudest until there was a clear loser. Now, she had a clear advantage.

He frowned. Why would he even think such a thing? Losing her voice had hurt her more than anyone really knew, but he had seen the shadows in her eyes. The growing circles under her eyes. The depressed looks when she thought no one was paying attention.

Any life and humor she could get back in her life, she should be able to try for unconditionally.

Yet, he had been a fool. Learning to how write and read in one language had been hard enough, let alone trying to learn a second language he had to use his hands for. Even when Levy had suggested he just learn to read the hand motions, he would forget them as soon as they went to the next. It frustrated him. It frustrated Levy.

And it had hurt Lucy the most.

When he had last seen her, a week ago now, he had grown so frustrated by his lack of ability to retain any of the motions that he finally snapped. It had been almost two months since the mission that nearly took her from him. Even those nights he slept next to her in her bed, he had nightmares of it.

Waking up in a cold sweat, panicked that she had actually died in his arms, drove his mental state to the brink. It was hard to function normally when he got enough sleep. It was nigh impossible to do anything with barely any.

Instead of sleep, he often found himself pushing himself physically. Training his body to be stronger, his magic easier to control, maneuver, and to be stronger. If he had been faster, stronger…better!

“Fuck!” He threw himself from the bed and stalked the shadows to the middle of the house. His chest and shoulders raised with each deep breath he took in. The sweat on his chest glistened in the moonlight that streamed through the window.

The memory of watching Levy’s hands make the weird symbols again came to mind. Even now, he could not name a single one she did. It just proved that he was not good enough for Lucy. Why would she even consider moving in with him and Happy? Her apartment was way nicer. Did not have trees growing through it. Or spiderwebs on the ceiling, or birds building nests inside.

He could not keep her safe. He could not learn how to communicate with her. He was nothing that she could have.

In his eyes, she deserved the world and someone to love her unconditionally. Someone who could and would do everything in their power to make her happy and overcome any challenges.

That was clearly not him.

He had blown up in frustration at Levy. Had knocked the chair over as he realized how stupid he was. And found that he could say things that could truly hurt the one who stole his heart.

“Gah! I can’t do this, Levy!” Had she just said sorry? No, maybe it was thank you? Hell, it could have been a letter and he had no idea. “This won’t work, and I can’t learn this.”

“You will eventually, Natsu,” Levy said. The twitch under her eyes told a different story. “If you want to communicate with Lucy, you will need to learn this.”

“It’s not like I can’t talk!” He felt his temper flare and he was about ready to burn every book in the library. Then he saw the look on the blunette’s face, and heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him. He knew the pattern of those.

Turning, he had just glanced up at Lucy’s eyes when her hand caught his face. The slap stung, and the flesh immediately pulsed and flushed. By the time he looked back at her, she had just finished moving her hands and rushed away from him. Salt filled the air after her.

Behind him, Levy quickly got up and came around the table. “Hey, Natsu…you might want to give her some space, okay? I am going to see if I can calm her down.”

If Levy had been able to give any comfort to the blonde, he had no idea. Her window had been locked, along with the door. Gajeel refused to let him talk to Levy after telling him what an asshole he was.

That was not anything he needed to be told. He knew it already.

He had hurt her, badly. Had made her cry because he was too stupid to keep his mouth shut. Why he had decided to say something so idiotic was beyond him. But he had to fix it. Had to do something!

The only place he knew who might be able to help him was Sabertooth. Sting or Rogue could help him find what he needed, what they had been looking for, for the last two months. Without a note or message, he left. Lucy did not need him around at the moment, not when all he would do would hurt her more. If he could find what they needed, it would make everything better.

Not perfect. No, he knew he had a lot of work to manage that, but it would be a step in the right direction.

Going there and explaining what he needed had been the easiest part. Then it was figuring out the specifics that they needed. Once more, he found himself in a library and itched to burn every word contained there. But they could hold the secret to help Lucy, the sensible side reminded himself, and quenched the flames in him rapidly.

Next came finding the right items and a wizard able use their abilities to enhance the items. Warren would have been a great choice, but they had managed to find another like him in prowess.

Then it was coming home. And he had done that…yesterday.

Again, he showed his cowardice in not being able to face his best friend. No one knew he was back yet since Happy had stayed with Lucy since the accident. His little buddy had been a bigger help in healing and being a friend than he had been. It almost made him laugh at the absurdity of it.

He looked at the table by his couch, and the small chest that sat on top of it. Inside it, the hope of their future. The hope he had they would help save their future, he reminded himself. And with it, all he had to do was go to her. Apologize, and show her what he managed to get for her. For them. The original Team Natsu.

An image of her flashed in his mind, her eyes full of tears and hurt. Then it morphed and with the tears streaming down her face, blood flowed down her neck and stained her top.

Grabbing the chest, he flung the door open and ran barefoot down the path to get to Lucy’s. Nothing else mattered. If the window was locked, he would go to the door. If that was locked, he would break it down!

He had to see her. Had to drive those images from his mind and see her alive and whole and alive! She could slap him black and blue, he deserved it, but she would be alive while doing it.

The cobblestones of Strawberry Street passed under foot quickly and he jumped up to the second story window. Immediately, he could see lights on inside, but no movement, and the curtains were open. Carefully, he tugged at the bottom of the window and let out a breath of relief when it opened easily for him.

That did not mean she forgave him, he minded himself, but she was willing to let him in. That was the first step he needed.

Crawling onto her bed, he closed the window behind him and took a glance around the small room. It was in a bit more disarray than it normally was. Books lined the coffee table and the floor around it. Clothes were strewn about—he realized that could have been Happy playing in the woman’s dresser drawers. Journals laid around the books with a feather pen on top of one, but there was no sight of Lucy.

Frowning, he jumped off the bed and moved further into the room. The air was dry, so no bath had been run, but the faint smell of food suggested that they had eaten a short bit ago. Why would they be eating in the middle of the night and not sleeping?

Entering the kitchen, he found his quarry and could not help but smile. Curled up on Lucy’s lap, Happy snoozed comfortable with a blanket over him and her legs. On the top, itself, the top part of her body was slouched over several books as she slumbered. A half-full cup of tea sat cold next to the books indicating that she had tried to keep herself awake with the liquid before sleep won out.

Curiosity pulled him to look over the Celestial Mage’s shoulder and see what she had been reading. Each book that laid open had different hand movements that had words next to them. Sign language, he realized and frowned. Why would she be studying something she already seemed so good at? Another book caught his attention. How to train the most idiotic person anything.

His eye twitched.

He should be flattered, but that book felt like it was taunting him to burn it. The author, too. Maybe one of these days, he should go for a hunt to find said author for writing like that. Still…if she was working so hard to figure out ways to teach him, maybe he should give it a shot. Everything that Levy had been trying to teach him had failed spectacularly so far.

Setting the chest down on the table, he carefully went to his partner and gathered her up in his arms. Surprisingly, he managed to keep Happy in her lap as he lifted her up. Both continued sleeping, and judging by the dark circles under their eyes, they both needed the rest.

“Let’s get you to bed, Luce.”

Kissing her forehead, he inhaled her scent deeply and headed for her bedroom. Tomorrow, he would show her the contents of the chest and explain his disappearance. He would apologize as he should have done, and ask her to teach him instead. With her, he felt he could achieve anything. It did not matter if they could not communicate with words anymore, they were a team and would always be one.

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When I saw another prompt that dealt with voice loss, I knew that it would be perfect to continue with the other stories where Lucy had her throat cut. I was expecting to have them actually converse before the story ended, but the way it played out worked better, I feel. It also opened up the story to continue.

Day 9 of these prompts and I am so proud of myself for being able to accomplished writing one for each day so far! Only 19 days left, and I hope doing will settle in a routine for myself and I can get some of my own original work done.

Hope you all enjoyed this!

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