#love me some whump

[postalninja]

Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Hitman (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Agent 47/Diana Burnwood Characters: Agent 47 (Hitman), Diana Burnwood, Ensemble Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2021, Whump, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mission Gone Wrong, Minor Injuries, Guilt, Secrets, Hallucinations, Taunting, Torture, Cattle Prod Torture, Kissing the Pain Away, Betrayal, Bruises, Bio-Weapons, (fictional) Lethal Virus, Revenge, Drowning, Loneliness, Remorse, Regret, this fic is like a box of angst chocolates Series: Part 1 of Angst Bunnies (and Hurt/Comfort Bunnies) Summary:

31 angsty one-shots for Whumptober 2021.

Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood find themselves in dire situations and are confronted with their greatest fears, but worry not, there's usually an element of comfort waiting for them. Index with prompts used for each one-shot is linked in the notes at the beginning of this work!

#THIS SERIES RIGHT HERE #love me some whump #so so so good! #fic rec #hitman fandom birthday #happy birthday diana fortyseven!

[omoghouls]

Ngl, this part of the game is VERY whump filled

First, Ethlam is forced through excruciating pain of Corypheus trying to remove the anchor.

Then, thrown 15 feet, head first into the metal of the trebuchet, causes an avalanche, sending Ethlam down a hole, knocking him out for god knows how long.

Then, having to walk through the knee high snow, no idea where the people of Haven are, finally finding embers of a previously lit fire

Only to pass out from the pain (or the concussion he probably has) right as he finds them- then,

Very nice, love it *chef kiss* and since there are mages around and since Ethlam is a mage, he's probably fixed up not too long after

#bunny rambles #z #love me some whump

[breezy-cheezy]

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive

This part really struck me, and I wanted to draw it! Luffy is just trying to protect his little family, and while the Lapins nearly got them killed, he still helps pull one out of the snow....because he recognizes they're trying to protect their family too. And I love that ;v;

BASICALLY A PANEL REDRAW here's the panel

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no.25 #storm #buried alive #my art #isa don't look #one piece #op #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #black leg Sanji #lapins #drum island arc #I liked this arc alot it checked off alot of fave whump tropes for me HJSLKDJHFKJDS #Luffy is very protective and love him literally scruffing Sanji to climb a cliff #also Chopper made me cry several times #FABULOUS arc love it very much have some SNOW #cycle of kindness and all that #Luffy walking through snow in flip flops and shorts still kills me boy PLEASE

[theramblingvoid]

Low level/continuous pain tips for writing

Want to avoid the action movie effect and make your character's injuries have realistic lasting impacts? Have a sick character you're using as hurt/comfort fodder? Everyone has tips for how to write Dramatic Intense Agony, but the smaller human details of lasting or low-level discomfort are rarely written in. Here are a few pain mannerisms I like to use as reference:

General

Continuously gritted teeth (may cause headaches or additional jaw pain over time)

Irritability, increased sensitivity to lights, sounds, etc

Repetitive movements (fidgeting, unable to sit still, slight rocking or other habitual movement to self-soothe)

Soft groaning or whimpering, when pain increases or when others aren't around

Heavier breathing, panting, may be deeper or shallower than normal

Moving less quickly, resistant to unnecessary movement

Itching in the case of healing wounds

Subconsciously hunching around the pain (eg. slumped shoulders or bad posture for gut pain)

Using a hand to steady themself when walking past walls, counters, etc (also applies to illness)

Narration-wise: may not notice the pain was there until it's gone because they got so used to it, or may not realize how bad it was until it gets better

May stop mentioning it outright to other people unless they specifically ask or the pain increases

Limb pain

Subtly leaning on surfaces whenever possible to take weight off foot/leg pain

Rubbing sore spots while thinking or resting

Wincing and switching to using other limb frequently (new/forgettable pain) or developed habit of using non dominant limb for tasks (constant/long term pain)

Propping leg up when sitting to reduce inflammation

Holding arm closer to body/moving it less

Moving differently to avoid bending joints (eg. bending at the waist instead of the knees to pick something up)

Nausea/fever/non-pain discomfort

Many of the same things as above (groaning, leaning, differences in movement)

May avoid sudden movements or turning head for nausea

Urge to press up against cold surfaces for fever

Glazed eyes, fixed stare, may take longer to process words or get their attention

Shivering, shaking, loss of fine motor control

If you have any more details that you personally use to bring characters to life in these situations, I'd love to hear them! I'm always looking for ways to make my guys suffer more write people with more realism :)

#voidrambles #writing #whump #does this count as that? whatever those folks will probably enjoy it at any rate #this is honestly mostly for my own reference but i hope it can maybe help some other people too :) #I'm so pulled in by books that write pain in a human and detailed way and not just when it's dramatic or intense #would love to see more of that and incorporate it into my own writing #oh i should have added. distraction seeking to that list #like writing a really long post about. #...yes i may be chronically ill and having a flare today and yes i may be farming myself for writing tips for Future Me hdgfhfhsjs #but hey gotta do your research somewhere babeyyy it all goes in the creativity soup #tw injury #tw illness

[oddsconvert]

Whumpee's who call Whumpers by their actual name!!!

I live for it!!! How much more personal is it to call your tormentor by their name, to recognise that this monster is actually human too? 😍 There's no disconnect between whumpee and whumper, pet and master etc. There's that extra level to their relationship, a closeness whether they want it or not.

Or maybe it's in a moment of cheeky defiance, daring to call whumper by their name. Or a moment of pleading and desperation, trying to tap into Whumper's sympathy. Or an intimate whumper, a whumper forcing whumpee to be in a relationship with them - of course, they'd call each other by name!

I just think it has so many connotations to it hehe.

#It is SOOO good #I love me some 'sir' 'master' but #I will never pass up on this #whump prompt #whump thoughts #whump ideas #whump #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

seeing them around again and wanna make another one bc i love these

#polls #whump #whump community #whumplr #i love these polls im glad theyre happening again #the thing about these is when picking the options you often forget about some experiences #and then people start voting and youre like Oh this isnt as specific as i thought lol #its still fun though #makes me wanna do more of this and other whump games like the this or that ones

[podcastenthusiast]

So did they get rid of this early access scene where Astarion starts to get sick from the parasite too?

I'm guessing the same night Tav has a fever and Lae'zel tries to kill you. Because I love it. It's such a good scene but it's never come up in game. :(

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #just love me some of that vampire whump #astarion #baldur's gate iii #the one thing i think might be different here is when he says 'I'd choose servitude over oblivion any day' #that's not quite the astarion i know

[federaliszt]

Reckless

Dialogue Prompts for reckless self-sacrifice:

"Did it just not cross your mind that some of us care about whether you live to see next week or not?"

"...Hey, no - don't try it. Just, just stop, I know what you're thinking, but please don't--"

"You're walking a thin line between casual self-endangerment and reckless self-destruction."

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday5 #reckless #I like this prompt a lot and love reading it as a trope I just cant think of any other ideas for it rn #love me a whumpee who knows exactly where the line is between recklessness and common sense and chooses the former every time #love me some mad angry caretaking with a nice heaping dash of blame thrown in #love it when the whumper is just like 'seriously you're really gonna walk right into my trap seriously is it my birthday or smth??' #and the whumpee is like 'hey man i'll do anything for my friends just promise you'll leave them alone and i'll do whatever you want' #and whumper is like 'oh ok cool stashing that one in my back pocket to use on a rainy day'

[whumpyourdamnpears]

the suppression of lady whump has really got me going tonight

like, it’s fine not to like lady whump. it’s fine to be triggered by lady whump and wanting to avoid it. it’s all fine and good. but the fact that there had to be (presumably!! since this is a niche community) a considerable amount of people in the community so against it that somehow it got to tumblr’s team and blacklisted as a tag? now that’s some nonsense

correct me if I’m wrong about how tumblr works in terms of the staff finding content that’s considered inappropriate, but I’m pretty sure it works based on what is being reported to them, and if lady whump managed to make it onto their list of hidden tags, we can assume that lady whump content has been mass reported to ever garner the attention of the staff

it’s a shame, really. it’s a shame to be someone who finds catharsis in whump against women and be unable to find content for it due to tumblr and the community’s fuckery, especially if you don’t have mutuals who write or reblog whumpy woman content

let people whump their women, tumblr

#this isn’t even to mention how some of y’all act when lady whump is getting its flowers #this is a community-wide problem and tbh I’m really sick of it #anyways #love me a lady in pain ❤️❤️ #whump #whumplr #lady whump

[littlelightfish]

Kuro is always the one to die first. Mickbell is the one that has to go through the anguish of knowing he saw the only one he truly considers a family die. Look at his face when he realizes Kuro died/is going to die.

Mickbell doesn't cry here because he's afraid for his own safety or scared of what just happened. He cries because Kuro put himself into great danger and got killed.

I'll always wonder what would happen if Mick gets killed first.

#mickbell i love you sm #he just has some issues #but he cares deeply about his dog friend #because he's his only family #and vice-versa #kuro would go fereal if sth happened to mickbell #i actually need a good angst/whump gic about them #please someone hear my pleas and send me the link of a mick&kuro angst fic so i can rest in peace #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #mickbell #mickbell tomas #kuro #kuro dungeon meshi #mickbell dungeon meshi #dunmeshi fic ideas #my shit

[befuddled-calico-whump]

here, have a Dungeons and Dragons inspired whump prompt generator:

if you don't have dice available, here is an online roller!

#tag me if you post something from this! id love to see some sweet combos lol #whump prompt list #dnd whump #whump prompts #whump #fantasy whump #magical whump

[mushramoo]

I just binged the entirety of mob psycho and let’s just say u will all be seeing some Reigen ass soon

#I was stimming every time he came on screen and I have never done that before #my stupid cringefail man #him and Serizawa are meant to be fr #I have seen some of it before but NEVER ALL OF IT LIKE #WHY DIDNT YOU HEATHENS TELL ME THERE WAS THIS MUCH FAVORITE CHARACTER WHUMP??? AND GAY TENSION???? #MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS #I GET TO WATCH HIM FALL IN LOVE AND TRIP OVER NOTHING IN THE SAME SHOW???? #ehem uhmmmm anyway I am going to draw him beat up for funsies #YALL know how it is #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho reigen #reigen arakata

[thelostgirl21]

Joey Batey's fight against Death in "King" (The Amazing Devil)

The Chase:

The Fight:

Me (1 month ago): So… Was anyone going to tell me Joey Batey could go completely feral with a sword, or was I supposed to find out on my own?!

Me (now): Correction! Was anyone going to tell me Joey Batey could go completely feral, or...?!

Look, from now on, I'll just assume Joey tends to go completely feral on everything he does at some point... (At least, this makes a lot of sense now... He's probably not used to cooking, just... grabbing some meat from the fridge and eating it raw or something...)

Also, giggling at the thought of people walking by with their dogs , and wanting to call the police because someone is randomly getting the crap beaten out of them on a wood's trail...

Bonus:

#Joey Batey #The Amazing Devil #King #Whump #Ashamed to say that it took me that long to start checking out The Amazing Devil's performances and videos on YouTube #But they're amazing! #I'm hooked! #And very highly likely to create a fusion bellydance routine to “King” at some point... #Because those beats are pure perfection! #Or pure perfect imperfection if that's what the band is aiming for... #Also I can't wrap my head around the fact that the credits of the videoclip are: #Written directed designed and produced (and also co-edited) by Joey Batey #The only other person that is credited is Mark Batey (I'm assuming a relative) as director of photography and co-editor #Like JFC Joey!!! #Your general sense of artistry and your ability to tell stories (through words music visuals etc.) are #etc.) are absolutely mind-blowing! #I'm fucking in love with your brain right now #My Posts #My Stuff #My aesthetic attractions #Seriously I'm swishing so hard right now... #Fuck #I could watch this boy run and fight all day...

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

#genshin impact #haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavehtham #these two have had me chewing concrete lately god #3.6 got me frothing at the mouth #something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart #and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby- #and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol #and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov #Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help #and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality #and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves #kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self* #al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this #or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other. #two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal #i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this #written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song #'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow' #'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption' #'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in' #'but he couldn't be saved' #'a sadness runs through him' #extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough #my fics #gore #body horror #I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #polls #i love these specific polls lol but its actually kinda hard to come up with options #dont actually know if these are specific enough that most ppl wont chose more than one lmao but whatever #its several for me but thats how i picked the options #by having an account i mean specifically made for whump or interacting with the community #ive seen one other whump themed specific poll but most of the options there were about ocs and writing #so i wanted to try making one for the part of the community im most familiar with #ive had an account for 4+ years and liked it before age 10 and watched 5+ media for one actor #i did whumptober 4 consecutive times but only completed twice #and i watch some non-english media but not a lot compared to english media #anyway hope this is fun :)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot Extra #3

Masterpost

Warnings: none

This is not currently canon, but would take place much later into Elliot’s recovery, when he finally knows about Ambrose’s immortality and abandonment, but not the details. This may become canon later, I haven't decided

It was a Friday night, the last one before planting season, and the dining room was packed. It was more of a meeting than anything else, but Master Ambrose prided himself on being a good host, and Elliot would follow his wishes.

Elliot helped him send out a steady supply of platters laden with food, and drinks flowed over the chatter.

“So we’re going to rotate the fields this year-” 

“Well what about the sheep-”

“I’m just saying the orchards-”

“Ambrose, sir, I need more bread for the table,” he called as he put down more pints of ale.

“Got it.” Ambrose went to the kitchen to slice a new loaf.

The dull roar of the dining room suddenly turned to silence.

He looked up. 

Elliot had never seen a god before, but there was no mistaking him. He was tall, even taller than Ambrose, with reddish brown hair and one golden eye. 

He was looking around the room, and he was holding a bouquet of purple and white flowers.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice low and smooth, is Ambrose here?”

No one answered him.

It couldn’t be… could it?

There was movement in the corner of his eye, and then a clatter. Ambrose stood in the doorway, platter and bread at his feet.

The god beamed. “Darling,” he said, stepping towards Ambrose. Ambrose stalked forwards, his face stormy, and the god paused.

Ambrose raised a hand, and slapped the god across the face with full force. The crowd gasped, and Elliot winced.

The god didn’t move away, still holding the flowers. “I am so sorry, my love.”

“Sixty-five years,” said Ambrose, his eyes closed, face unreadable. “Without a fucking word.”

Elliot had never seen him so angry before.

“I know.”

“You left me!” he shouted, voice breaking, tears beginning to flow down his face. “You bastard!”

“I’m sorry, Rosey.”

“Don’t ‘Rosey’ me! Where have you been?!”

“I- I’d rather not say in front of-” Ambrose grabbed the god by the wrist, and they marched upstairs, the flowers dropped and forgotten on the floor.

Somebody cleared their throat, and the crowd launched back into discussion about the upcoming growing season.

Michael sat on the chair nearest him. “Did you know?”

“I knew he was married, but-” Elliot shrugged.

Michael looked up from his tankard. “None of us knew either, but I thought he’d at least tell you he was married to a damn god, especially the god of lies.”

Elliot bristled. 

“Michael!” snapped Judy from across the room.

“We don’t talk much about the past,” bit out Elliot. Michael, for his part, looked chagrined.

Elliot didn’t know who exactly knew the details about his old life, but the regret on Micheal’s face told him that the man knew some.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have guessed.”

Elliot picked up the bouquet of flowers. Some of its petals had dropped to the floor, but miraculously they were growing back.

Of course they were magic flowers.

“I’m going upstairs,” he announced to the room. No one stopped him.

He found an old water pitcher in his room, and plopped the flowers in.

He didn’t hear any screaming from Master’s room, which seemed like a good sign.

Elliot cautiously made his way upstairs, holding the flowers.

He knocked and pushed open the door. Ambrose and the god were sitting on the couch, hands locked together and tear tracks on Ambrose’s face.

Ambrose looked up, wiping his face. “Oh, uh, come in, Ellie.”

“Sorry to interrupt, Master,” he said. He put the flowers on the altar in the corner, and he realized the statue of Ambrose’s god was actually his husband.

“It’s fine. Janus, this is my friend, Elliot. Elliot, this is my husband, Janus.” Elliot did not look at the god’s face. 

“A pleasure to meet you,” said Janus. His gut twisted. Michael had said he was the god of lies.

But then again… If Ambrose married him, maybe he was okay.

He hesitated. “Likewise,” he managed, and Janus smiled at him. Soft and gentle, just like his statue.

___________________

Ambrose slammed open the door and kicked it closed behind them. 

He whirled on Janus. “So,” he crossed his arms, anger draining out of him. “Where have you been?”

“Well, you know how Mael and I never got along for long?”

“I recall.”

“I may or may not have been turned to stone for a while.”

Ambrose pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Stone.”

“I came as soon as I could, I promise.”

The story checked out as far as he knew. Mael and Janus had a famous rivalry, and it was sometimes less than friendly. Mael was not above turning a fellow god into a statue. Janus was not quite as proficient at physical magic as Mael, better suited to mental tricks.

On top of which, the other gods wouldn’t have been interested in getting involved in their petty arguments. Ambrose knew some of them; they often rolled their eyes at Janus and Mael. They might have thought Janus deserved it.

It made sense it took over fifty years for him to break the spell.

“Are we divorced?” asked Janus gently. “I understand if you want me to g-”

“You’re an idiot.” Ambrose took Janus’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t.”

They sat down on the couch. Ambrose couldn’t bear to stay mad at Janus.

“You know, it’s awfully rude Mael didn’t tell me about your predicament. Wasn’t he at the wedding?”

Janus laughed, running his fingers over Ambrose’s knuckles. “I’ll let him know you’re offended.”

There was a knock on the door.

___________________

“There’s something strange about that boy,” said Janus, long after they had indulged themselves with each other. “What’s wrong with him?”

Ambrose sighed. “It’s not really any of your business.” Janus rolled onto his side, facing him.

“I’m just concerned,” he said, “Is he okay?” His hand drifted to the curve of Ambrose’s side, his thumb rubbing over the bare skin like he was fragile but irresistible. Ambrose shifted closer to him.

“No, but… he’s better than before.”

“How did you meet?”

“He came in one night begging for food. He was starving to death, and I wasn’t going to refuse.”

Janus nodded. His hand moved up past Ambrose’s ribs to his cheek. Ambrose leaned into his hand. He had missed Janus so much.

“How long ago was that?”

“Uh, three years give or take. He’s been staying here since. And I won’t make him leave, so deal with it,” he warned Janus.

“I wasn’t objecting. Just curious. He called you ‘master’ earlier. You didn’t-?”

“No, that wasn’t my doing. We tried working on it, but it’s something he can’t shake. Usually it’s ‘sir’, but sometimes he slips.”

“Mm.” Janus’s hand dropped from Ambrose’s cheek, and landed back on his side.

“He means a lot to you,” he guessed.

“Yes. Just… leave him be, okay? I don’t want him spooked. We’ve worked so hard.”

“I’ll keep my distance, if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you.”

Janus kissed him on the forehead, a familiar gesture that he’d been craving for so long.

“I love you,” said Janus. “I missed you.”

“Me too.”

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