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goodwhump-temp · 5 months

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Gray Whump | Fairytail (Eps.01-150)

Ep.02 - Underwear taken, slapped Ep.06 - Knocked back x2, restrained Ep.10 - Headache, passes out Ep.11 - Knocked unconscious, carried, restrained, shipwreck, freaking out Ep.12 - Crying, hit with ice blast x4 Ep.13 - Weak, carried, crying, unconscious, gutpunched unconscious Ep.14 - Bandaged, pain Ep.15 - [Flashback; Survivor, trapped under rubble, unconscious, injured, crying x3, shirtless lore, guilt] Ep.16 - Punched x11, stabbed, gutpunched, kicked x2, bitten Ep.17 - Crying Ep.19 - Body switched, back pain, body crying (16:10), ice drool Ep.21-22 - Bandaged cont. Ep.25 - Drowning, bandages/pain, hit with boiling water Ep.28 - Unconscious, weak Ep.29 - Whack-a-mole'd Ep.31 - VERY aggressive pillow fight, bandaged Ep.33 - 'Knocked unconscious' Ep.37 - Hit by fireblast, half eaten, Ep.38 - Weak, carried Ep.43 - Hit with beam x4, knocked unconscious Ep.46 - Weak, pain Ep.47 - Struck by lightning Ep.50 - Enchanted x2, irrationally angry, unconscious Ep.51 - Hit by Natsu (off-screen-ish) Ep.53 - Knocked down x2 (mostly offcreen. this is BS.) Ep.56 - Knocked down, hit by motorcycle, trapped in ice Ep.57 - Squeezed unconscious Ep.58 - Found unconscious Ep.61 - Knocked down Ep.63 - Boobytrapped/trapped Ep.64 - Whacked x5, ice shield broken, knocked unconscious Ep.65 - Unconscious/"dead" (11:05) Ep.66 - Weak (his muscles look very defined here js) Ep.68 - Bandaged Ep.70 - Punched, gutpunched 'unconscious' Ep.71 - Knocked unconscious (07:05), carried x2, unconscious body attacked (11:05) Ep.75 - Knocked down Ep.79 - Emotionally supportive marshmellow Ep.86 - Feelings hurt (practically invisible) Ep.87 - Trapped in quicksand Ep.88 - Hit x9 Ep.89 - 'Unconscious, captured/restrained' Ep.92 - Knocked back x3 Ep.93 - Marshmellow version crying Ep.96 - Emotionally supportive marshmellow Ep.104 - Surrounded Ep.108 - In danger (Juvias imagination (07:35)), upset about partner quitting Ep.110 - Pain intertwined with Juvia, great pain Ep.111 - Cold feet (literally), pain Ep.114 - Strength drained Ep.116 - Kicked, hit with bubbles x2, knocked back, thrown, blood frozen, hit with thorns x2 Ep.117 - Pain, weak, collapse, carried, shot (17:49) Ep.120 - Bandaged, squeezed (20:40) Ep.129 - Hit with pan, punched Ep.133 - Feels run-down (15:30) Ep.134 - Kinda embarrassed/flurty? 👉👈 x2 (14:00, 20:00), trapped in hot goop Ep.140 - Knocked down (07:50), freaked out (15:00) Ep.144 - Passes out (05:40)

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ccieatchildren · 3 months

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TW: Branding Iron

Whumpee squeezed her eyes shut, already regretting her decision as she felt the heat from the prod warm her skin. Maybe her hand wasn’t the best candidate for the guild mark. Sure, joining them was like a dream come true, and the idea of proudly marking her as a member seemed cool at first, but now, when actually faced with the burning hot iron centimeters from her hand, she felt less inclined. God, it’s going to hurt so much isn’t it. She couldn’t do this. Whumpee snatched her hand away from on the table, cradling it to her chest.

“It’s okay sweetie, I promise it only hurts for a minute.”

Whumpee cracked her eyes open to stare at the person, the beauty, in front of her, the one who held her fate. She smiled at her. “I was scared too when I first got my mark,” the woman pulled up the left side of her dress, showing off her thigh. There, marked in white, was the guild’s emblem. “It hurt, but we have a few nice healing wizards to help subdue some of the pain and make sure it heals correctly.”

She dropped her skirt back down before coaxing Whumpee to put her hand back on the table. “We’ve all gone through it, and no one regrets it, I promise it will be okay.”

Whumpee hesitated, looking into the woman’s eyes, only to find kindness and warmth. She was sure then that the woman wouldn’t do anything to willingly make her experience worse.

“… Okay… Thanks.”

She clapped her hands together and turned behind her to grab a tray filled with various different colored powders. “Now, what color would you like?”

The young mage stared at the plethora of shades in front of her, mulling over her choice while trying to ignore the way the temperature seemed to increase around her.

“Pink.”

“Good choice! It’ll look so pretty on your skin, I just know it!”

Whumpee nodded absentmindedly, the fear crawling up her throat once again despite the woman’s reassurances.

She watched as the barmaid cleaned and disinfected her skin, slathering a thick gel over the surface in preparation. Powder was dusted thoroughly onto the back of her right hand, the color reminding her of her favorite eraser. Whumpee let the reminder of her writing cloud her thoughts, focussing on what the plot of the next chapter of her novel would be rather than the imminent pain in front of her.

“Okay, ready!” She patted Whumpee’s shoulder, “It’ll be fine”

“Now, I’m going to stamp it in three… two… one-”

A short scream escaped her. All she could feel was searing hot pain on her hand, and her instincts tried to pull it away from whatever was hurting her, but another arm kept it in place. She could faintly smell the scent of her own burning skin, her body dry heaving in response.

It hurts so much, make it stop!

However, before she could start full-on sobbing, a warmth spread throughout her whole body, centering on her hand. The pain ebbed away, leaving only a numb tingly feeling in its wake. Her fear and agony replaced with bubbly elation.

The stamp was taken away from her skin, and the woman across from her brushed off the remaining pink powder, leaving only the, now prominent, pink guild mark.

“There! Now you’re an official member of the guild!”

The barmaid brushed off the few remaining tears on her cheeks, “see it was only for a few short moments. You’re feeling all better already!” She pushed a strawberry milkshake towards her, when she had the time to make it, Whumpee wasn’t sure. “Here, on the house, for being such a good sport and as a welcome to the guild!”

She looked down at the mark, a permanent reminder of her new family. One that would have her back always, one that wouldn’t abandon her this time. Whumpee couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face and her squeal.

“Thank you!”

#my writing #whump #whumpee #Fairytail #lucy heartfilia #mirajane strauss #guild mark #this was originally the whumptober 23 day 4 prompt but i kinda left it and finally finished it now #whoops #cattle prod #i am now realizing a cattle prod is not the same thing as a branding iron #what if the guild mark was made through actually burning the emblem into the member's skin

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genavere · 1 year

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February Whump Prompts – 2023, DAY 10: Difficulty Breathing

Content Warnings: Drowning Fandom: Fairy Tail - Natsu x Lucy - Pixie x Dragon/Demon AU

Royal Trouble - Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Drowning in Hopelessness - Part 1

Water. It surrounded her. Entombed her in a growing darkness as the light of the moon shimmered above her on the surface. As hard as she tried, her body refused to work, the ensnaring scent of roses still filled her lungs and held her body in a catatonic state. If it had not been the cold rush of water enclosing around her, she might have drowned in her sleep.

Because she could not breath.

Unlike Mermaids, Pixies were not creatures of the water. They could not breath water, and besides for the use of bathing and consuming it, they saw no use for it in their daily lives. It damaged their wings and left them unusable for days or even weeks until the powder on them came back naturally.

While Lucy had been one of those who had grown used to enjoying water and took boiling hot baths almost nightly, she never willingly went swimming. Not after almost drowning as a young child and her nanny, Aquarius—the meanest Mermaid she knew, had scolded her so harshly, she had refused to take a bath for a good month after the incident.

She had been a rather smelly child by the time she had finally submitted defeat and only agreed to bathe if Natsu joined her. Afterwards, they had been yelled at for having more water outside of the tub than in it.

Natsu…She thought of her best friend, the person she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. For the last few months when they were together, she had been hinting at him of the idea of getting engaged. Of finally taking that step with her.

But the last week, nothing had gone as planned. A new face had arrived in the palace, an Elf from a neighboring kingdom by the Dragon’s Realm. The moment he laid eyes on her had started a chase that drove her to hide in her room most days. If she wondered the grounds, he would be there. If she went to the kitchen to sneak some fruits, suddenly he would have a plate of food and be sitting by her.

None of the attention was what she wanted. Not from him!

And the fact he was completely enamored with her and begged her to give him chances to kiss her feet. To shower her with the love of affection. To grant her the pleasure of becoming her prince charming in marriage! It had drove Natsu away from her and she had seldom seen him since the Elf’s arrival.

Pressure began to build in her lungs at the need to exhale and take a breath in. Darkness grew around her as the lake’s depths pulled her down further. Small air bubbles escaped her nose and lips.

Would another creature find her body and consume her? A tinge of fear besides drowning clenched her chest, worsening the need to panic and breath. What if there was something in the darkness of the water? Would a creature come out while she was limp and tear their teeth into her flesh?

Something bumped into her back and any air she held escaped her. The bubbles propelled themselves to the surface. Gleams of the moonlight reflected off of them and draw watery lines over her body.

She panicked. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move, to cover her mouth and swim to the surface. As her body settled on the sandy bottom of the lake, her arms floated in the water uselessly.

This was it. The burning of her lungs increased. Pure stubbornness pushed her to hold out, to convince herself that she would be saved. But she knew, no one but the person who captured her knew where she was.

When with the glint of the moon, it hurt to know even the stars had been kept from her in the final moments of life.

The stars…she had planned to watch a comet with Natsu tonight. Last week, before everything had happened, they had planned out the evening, down to having a picnic on the balcony of her main suite. It was not a guest room, even though she was not a member of the royal family, but due to the amount of time her and Natsu spent at each other’s realms, they were granted their own rooms.

Would he keep her books?

The pure thought would have made her cry if she were not surrounded by water. Of course, he would not. How many times had he threatened to use them for kindling? He was a product of both demon and dragon, born of both worlds and crafted to yearn for action. While she could spend a whole day lounging with a good book, if he tried the same thing something would explode or start on fire.

But really…she wanted to see him once more. They had been in the hallways leading to the training grounds when she had managed to catch him last time. She had made sure to wear her deep red summer dress that he had told her looked good on her, and she had greatly appreciated the open shirt and leather pants he wore that morning.

“Natsu!” She flew down and stopped in front of him with a wide smile. Her chest heaved from flying around so much looking for him, but it had been worth it. “Here you are! I feared you had been avoiding me.”

The feel of his eyes on her made her wings shiver in delight and she could not help but lean forward a bit to give him an extra view. They might not have been married yet, but that did not stop them from exploring their passions for one another.

“What are you doing here, Lucy.”

Her smile faltered. “W-what?” Straightening, their eyes met for the briefest of moments before he looked over her head. A painful clench in her chest brought a pang of panic. Certainly, the look in his eyes were not of annoyance. Even when they were children had that look ever crossed his features.

“Do I need to repeat myself, or are Pixies notorious in being daft?” When she heard him sigh at her, her whole body tensed. He was annoyed with her, but what had she done to warrant such a reaction from him? All week he had been ignoring her and now that she finally managed a moment it felt like a knife had lodged in her chest.

Moving around her, he had stepped far enough around to keep from touching her, but that would not do. Reaching out without thought, she grabbed his hand between both of hers and held it tightly. “Natsu, wait! Please, tell me what I did wrong!”

“Let go!” A menacing growl left him as he tore his hand from hers. Eyes widened and she stepped back from him in fear. Never had he made a sound of that kind directed at her. A burning sensation on her hands brought her attention to the light burns his hand had left on her skin.

He had burned her. Had actually hurt her. Air became a need and her lungs panted in desperation. She could not breath. Could not believe what was happening. Had she really been mistaken about everything? What had changed her best friend? The person who held her heart so tightly in her chest it felt it would pop!

A hand came into her view, reaching for her. Without a thought, she flinched back and cried out in alarm. No, this was not happening.

Unable to take another harsh look from him, she turned and fled. Down halls, passed servants, away from the knight who started this all, and from her love that hurt her so. She ran until she reached her room and locked the door behind her. Locked everything to keep him from following and hurting her again.

Through lunch and dinner, she hid in the darkest corner she could. No servants were allowed in, but none even came to the door to check on her. In the midst of everything and in a palace full of people, the loneliness crept into her soul. It pulled her down and brought darkness and smelled so distinctively of roses.

That same darkness pulled at her vision now and made the ache in her chest unbearable. No one would find her, and she would free him from suffering her any longer. A rope snapped inside and her lungs won the battle. Cold liquid filled her mouth and rushed down her throat to her lungs as she tried to take in a breath. A mouthful of air. Anything to take the pain away.

Anything…to take the pain…

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The next two prompts after this will be part of this AU and adding onto this story! So do not worry, this is just a cliffhanger!

It was either this AU or working on a project that I have been planning out for awhile, but I don’t want to share that one just yet!

Hope you enjoyed!

Links to AO3 | FF.net

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