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Team Whump One Shots

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Food--TW: captivity, self-sacrifice

I Have You--TW: torture; kidnapping, captivity, self sacrifice, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee

Scream--TW: creeping/intimate whumper; torture; restraints; implied kidnapping; whipping; defiant whumpee (in secret!)

Only If You're Good--TW: bindings, restraint, noncon touch, future noncon, creepy/inimate whumper, self-sacrifice

Oh No--TW: betrayal, physical assault; physical violence

Volunteer--TW: captivity, self-sacrifice (implied),

Fine--TW: implied kidnapping

Hear--TW: abduction

Friendly--TW: gunshot, wounds, blood, friendly fire, choking

Feeling Wrong--TW: blood, impaling, swords, kidnapping

Second--TW: torture, captivity, restraints, blood, wounds, rescue

Ask for This--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, self-sacrifice, blood

Seated--TW: captivity, torture, rescue, injury, broken bones, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Eighty Percent--TW: rescue attempt, referenced captivity

Break Free--TW: captivity, cages, escape, implied torture

Safe Now--TW: blood, injury, wounds, self-sacrifice

Stronger--TW: captivity, torture, electrocution, forced to watch, self sacrifice

At the End--TW: blood, injury, self sacrifice, unclear character status, head injury, hospital

Die For You--TW: captivity, threat of torture, cruel whumper

Hold on to Me--TW: captivity, restraints, failed escape attempt, stabbing, hidden injury

All Tied Up--TW: wounds, blood, guns, gunshot, restraints, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Breathe Me--TW: broken bones, captivity, torture, forced to watch

Through Me--TW: strangulation, drowning, infection, forced to watch

Make Your Choice--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution

Strength--TW: captivity, restraints, cage, implied future torture

What You Know--TW: kidnapping, gun, blindfolds, threats, restraints

Bridge--TW: captivity, torture, escape, bruises, broken bones

Tabled for Later--TW: kidnapping, implied torture

We're Out of Time--TW: blood, wounds, gore, gunshot, field med

Say Something--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

I'm Not Going Anywhere--TW: hospital, referenced captivity, referenced torture, unconsciousness, self sacrifice

I Think I'm Going To Be Sick--TW: knife, stab wound, stabbing, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

You'll Get Used To It--TW: hostage situation, self sacrifice, restraints, gun

Whumper forces smallest teammate to torture team leader request--TW: captivity, torture, forced to watch, manipulation, forced participation (tbh idk how to tag this), restraints, physical violence, bruises, electrocution

Written There In Your Eyes--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution, rescue

Perfect Body to the Grave--TW: captivity, buried alive, suffocation, cpr, unclear character status

Teammate One takes one for the team--TW: captivity, torture, unconsciousness, forced to watch

Krampus--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, drowning, blood, wounds, drugging

John Mclane--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, gun, gunfire

Way Away--TW: torture, poison, choking, collapse, unconsciousness, self sacrifice, unclear character status

Stay. Please.--TW: kidnapping, captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, self sacrifice, broken bones, bruises, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Solitary--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, solitary confinement, small spaces, sensory deprivation

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire--TW: captivity, torture, bruises, blood, unconsciousness

The Killing Dance--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, electrocution, burns, stabbing, drowning, asphyxiation,

Tiles--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, aftermath of torture, unclear character status

Board--TW: captivity, restraint, torture, forced to watch, drowning, water torture, waterboarding

The Leftovers--TW: stab wound, blood, bleeding, left for dead, betrayal

When You Can't Run--TW: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

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Serick Untuh, chronomancer Elite Guardian of the Light sketch

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De’bayle Debacle - Returning

I had thought returning would be a happy occasion. Thaliak forbid that I am disappointed. It is more that I was wrong.

There is a new face and I had thought that would be a sense of great joy as each of the family beforehand was met with such happiness and expression. Yet all about me was awkwardness and sorrow. Should we not be happy that we have come from such brinks to stand again? Even walk. Though it be with cane, it is still walking. It is still hoping.

I dare think I brought my own sorrows along. I feel lost what to do around the man I love. Am I not bright anymore? Do these false visions haunt me that much?

No, no I can fight these. Purge their poison. I see what I can be for him. As he said, someone to see. Someone to rest.

I can do that.

Jancis Milburga smiles and bids Claire good eve. Adelise De'bayle: "Ah, you must be Denz. I have been needing to speak with you on something," she remarks out plainly, not even the slightest change in emotion coming over her features. Armont De'bayle: "Aye. I brought her to Ishgard and she held interest in the Scholasticate." Serick Aster: "Always was intent on learning. Couldn't find enough books to keep her from tearing through them in a week." Denz De'bayle continued to look in shock at the young girl, eyes shooting around the room to each of his siblings for SOME sort of introduction, Armont's words bouncing off his ears dully. He trembled down to a crouch to try and pick up the cane that had left his hands.

Jancis Milburga enters, following Denz's trail after awhile. Not expecting the polite attendant, she murmurs with more apologies declining his assistance, scooting off into the area he had been indicating for no reason. Adelise De'bayle noticed the mans response, glancing about awkwardly, "Hm, I take it he was not made known of my arrival then? I am Adelise De'bayle, a pleasure to meet you," the girl squats down to help him pick up his cane, placing it firmly into his grasp. Denz De'bayle would take back up the cane once more, looking around to see Jancis come in, his gaze settling slightly as he was given his cane to push back to his feet, groaning as he walked past the woman. "Seven Hells, I need to sit." Adelise De'bayle: "I apologize if I offended you by asking to quickly that you answer my question. It was rude of me to not consider your health first, please sit, yes," she bows apologetically. Carina De'bayle: "Are you in pain Denz? Do we need call for someone?" Denz De'bayle shakes his head lightly. "Jancis and I, we travelled from our Uncle's manor in Coerthas to here as soon as I could walk well enough." He raised his arm weakly to Jancis, flailing it to beckon her forward. Denz De'bayle beckons to you. Armont De'bayle raised a hand up towards the Manservant in the corner. "Water if you will!" He called out to Gaspard. After a few moments, the Manservant would return with a tray of water as he approached Denz. Jancis Milburga crosses the room, myriad of concerns on her face melded with her light smile finally seeing others after so long. She stood by Denz's side. Jancis Milburga: "Before that, I dare say. Forgive me, the trip went well enough. As if the Fury Herself assisted in traveling." Denz De'bayle took the water gratefully from the manservant, eyes going back around the room. "I need not be the center of attention, my friends. Please, talk among yourselves. I am not -that- interesting." He cleared his throat, gesturing to Adelise. "I would ask more of you, but I am sure we can discuss such later. You had a question for me?" Astrelle De'bayle pushes off the banister with a long sigh, excusing herself with a wordless wave as she moves to the door leading to the hallway. She wished to shower the grease and oil that stained her cheeks and hair. Adelise De'bayle: "Quite so. It is as the Count said, I was simply curious about the Scholasticates. Though if you wished to discuss it at a more appropriate time, then that is fine." Serick Aster let out a great yawn, his arms stretching over his head and his back arching off the tank. "What's that? The schowlass...schosalas...that thing." Guillemont De'bayle dozes off quietly. Adelise De'bayle: "Simply another avenue in my research of theology," she remarks up toward the man. Jancis Milburga soaks up the look from everyone else. "Has been exhausting here?" Serick Aster: "Oh, a place of learning. Great." Armont De'bayle looked to all that were around him before pursing his lip in thought. "Aye, though I have paperwork that needs to be filled out and mailed by morning. So with that, I shall take my leave. If you all need of me, I will be in the Office." Carina De'bayle: "Do take care Armont, I am sure I will follow behind you shortly. It would be best I leave Adelise to ask her own questions, I need not hover over her at all times," she laughs lightly, waving a hand. Jancis Milburga: "Papers? But Denz was so anxious to see you." Armont De'bayle reached out to tap Carina's nose. "You should finish your paperwork as well tonight. Best to get it out of the way." Serick Aster smirks and holds his hand out to the side, "Up top bossman."

Denz De'bayle listens to her, noting a deal of people seemingly tired with a sidelong glance. Did Armont finally start running training regimens? "A-ah, right. Perhaps it is best left to private discussion. It is more than a simple place of learning, however." Armont De'bayle nodded towards Jancis. "Aye, I will have plenty of time to see him recover. We will have our time." He looked up to Serick as he passed. "Up where?" Guillemont De'bayle snaps back awake. Jancis Milburga: "I could not properly tell him all that happened that night and he asked so about how everyone was fairing. And dare say I feel I have neglecte-" Jancis Milburga nods, "Plenty of time." Serick Aster wiggles his fingers. "C'mon." Guillemont De'bayle: "Not th-" He glances around. "O-oh. Uh... I think I uh... I should go uh... Go sleep." Armont De'bayle raised his hand up to smack against the Miqo'tes. He assumed that's what he was going for. He isn't about to hold hands like the others from Ul'dah. Adelise De'bayle: "Is it a secret society?" she hums out, rubbing a hand to her chin in thought, "well, if you insist it should be done in private, I will take your word on it.  Are you feeling better? Having been seated," the girl looks over toward Jancis, nodding to her simply, "a pleasure to meet you, I am Adelise De'bayle." Serick Aster grins wide and waves Armont off with a lazy two-fingered wave. "Oh he used to hate me. This is pretty nice." Guillemont De'bayle wanders off to his quarters. Denz De'bayle: Wh- Who is this man?!

Jancis Milburga looks at Adelise politely at first before gazing at the woman's face unabashed. "Lady Adelise. De'bayle?" Adelise De'bayle: "Quite so," the girl side glances toward Siovant for a short moment before returning her stare back to the Hyur before her, "and you are?" Jancis Milburga: "Jancis. Jancis Milburga. Forgive me, I do not recall such name and Denz has always been quite adamant about talking about his kin. Known to Lord Ceonix? He does enjoy his craft so, but I think of late he has not enclosed himself as he once did." Siovant Parlemaix quietly returns the look that Adelise cast him, his head dipping in warm greeting.  The edges of his lips tilt upwards just slightly. Serick Aster: "Who am I? Serick. I live here now. Pretty cool huh?" Adelise De'bayle: "A pleasure to meet you Jancy..." the girls mouth hangs open a moment before she bringing a hand swiftly to her lips to clear her throat, "goodness, I apologize sincerely, I did not mean to butcher your name. Jancis. Lady Milburga, even. I am a distant relative. Even Denz seemed quite surprise to see me, so he might not have known of my existence." Alleria Surlaint quietly walked her way over towards Siovant offering the man a nod and a small wave to Jancis as she sat down to listen. Denz De'bayle furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking down at Carina. "Are we... taking in the homeless now? While commendable, surely Armont has his hesitancies?" He looked back at Adelise as she answered, tilting his head. "Thank you for asking, Jancis. I was... wondering that myself. I will have to consult the family diagram again. We must be missing a line or two. You certainly -are- a De'bayle, that much is certain..." Siovant Parlemaix returns Alleria's nod in her approach, pleased to share his perch with the fellow soldier. Carina De'bayle: "How very cruel of you Denz. You know just of the efforts Serick has gone to for this family," she remarks out with a narrow stare. Astrelle De'bayle re-emerges, looking clean and refreshed. She carries a small cup with her, sipping from it lightly as she steps back into the main room. She eyes the remaining crowd with some curiosity, moving to stand nearby Carina. Jancis Milburga looks gladly at Alleria a moment before turning back to Adelise, furrowing her eyebrow a bit before continuing with the more polite banter. "It is quite all right. Nymeia's Grace it is actually a fond name for me. Shall remedy this acquaintanceship soon. I actually think Denz would benefit greatly from hearing of the changes in Ishgard in such teachings." Jancis Milburga: "Halone's true Fury will be embrace and those about Her in due time."

Adelise De'bayle: "I certainly need learn of them myself. I have been away for quite a long time," she tilts her head, her long braid swaying from behind her. "I am quite looking forward to my studies on the Twelve. Though Halone is of course, my patron." Denz De'bayle blinks at Carina's words, looking back up at the Miqo'te and blanching. His neck caved inwards as he realized who the man was, turning to Adelise before him and his eyes widened further, looking as if he had seen a ghost. He leaned back in the chair, struggling to compose himself. He began fiddling with his makeshift cane. Denz De'bayle puckers up. Adelise De'bayle: "Is all well, Denz?" the girls words come out in her apparently typical, frigid tone. Denz De'bayle: Hm? Yes. Completely fine. I, ah... W-welcome our new additions to the house. Adelise De'bayle: "Good, I hope you find yourself in full health soon enough. Lady Milburga seems like she is taking quite good care of you. I am sure you are in good hands." Jancis Milburga cannot help but look on Denz, hands squeezing together. "Need not drain yourself. Then you are part of the friends Lady Astrelle was waiting to arrive?" Jancis Milburga: "Oh. No. No forgive me. It is all Uncle Nuarmac's hand." Siovant Parlemaix observes the back-and-forth afore his golden hues, tilting just slightly towards Alleria as his tone draws forth.  "Dame Surlaint, how goes your attempts at the Grindstone these days?  I was considering entering one of these days, though I am uncertain as to if I would excell." Astrelle De'bayle blinks, brow raised as her name is mentioned. As it is quickly corrected, however, she continues to sip at her tea and watch the others converse. Adelise De'bayle glances toward Astrelle in slight confusion before looking back toward Jancis, "I fear not. Though I would certainly not be against participating in said group. I am attempting to dip my hand in all avenues of the House, to decide where I might best be suited." Denz De'bayle looks between Jancis and Astrelle. "Friends?" He turns back to the hyur, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "You've cared for me more than I could've ask of you, my love. Taking care of one who cannot physically move is no small feat." Serick Aster: "Hm? What're we doing now?" he twitched himself awake and looks over the group. Adelise De'bayle: "Supposedly Lady Astrelle has a group?" Jancis Milburga looks down at the arm, her hand going to cover Denz's lightly. "Do not lie." Serick Aster: "Oh. What are they gonna go out and kick over mailboxes or something?" he peers at the tea in Astrelle's hands and a moment of temptation hits him. A hand slowly stretches down towards the tea, but he's far too short to reach it. Alleria Surlaint: "I lost in the final match in the most recent Tournament actually. I feel you would fare quite well in the competition. It truly is an enjoyable experience." she said somewhat low trying not to interrupt the conversation. Carina De'bayle smirks some, patting a hand onto Astrelle's shoulder, "do try to not get her into too much trouble, please." Looking toward Jancis and Denz, Carina smiled at the other Hyur, "it is good to see you again my friend. I hope we are able to see each other again more often. I will be returning to my chambers for now though, you all have a good evening." Astrelle De'bayle: "A few," Astrelle responds lightly, raising the cup again to her mouth to pull. She smacks her lips quietly at the taste before awarding a gentle smile. She blinks at the voice behind her, turning her neck to peer up at Serick. "Mailboxes?" She huffs through her nostrils. "No." Jancis Milburga looks up at Carina, "I would like that very, very much. Have missed it greatly." Denz De'bayle raised an eyebrow in amusement. "And do not sell yourself short, Jancis. I am far from fully recovered, yet my condition would've been worse without you at my side." He looked at Carina. "W-we apparently need to talk soon." Jancis Milburga: "Then whom did you travel with? Oh forgive me, it must be a lot to take in with Denz returning and everyone seems so busy. You must needs tell me about it later, Lady Adelise. I am but guessing." Carina De'bayle: "There is much I must tell you... oh!" the woman pats a fist into her palm, "this though, is one I fear I cannot nor should I continue to hold off telling you and others. I am with child again, more than half-way through my first trimester. I did not wish to keep it from everyone for too much longer," she nods, preparing to take her leave. Siovant Parlemaix similarly draws his tone in, as not to disturb the conversation at hand.  "Ah, I'm sure you'll be certain to claim the title on your next attempt.  Though, perhaps we'll cross mettle as well." Adelise De'bayle: "I traveled with Serick, he was my companion through most of my ventures," Adelise turned toward Carina, an almost uncharacteristically wide smile spreading over her face, "that is wonderful news!"

Serick Aster: "Another one eh? Good for you." his face was dour, despite the genuine congratulations coming from the miqo'te.

Jancis Milburga awkwardly bows her head, looking embarrassed at the mistake before hearing Carina's news. "Six weeks? You are brave to share it so soon!" She looks excited, but takes a deep breath. "Quite soon. I shall think strongly of the Matron to keep it so. It is good news to know, though."

Jancis Milburga: "It is very heartening after all that has happened. Life strives on." Alleria Surlaint: "Lady Carina are you truly? Congratulations! it looks as if we'll have to postpone our match then." she said with a bright smile clasping her hands.  She would turn slightly to Sio talking low once again. "Two time Grindstone champion Alleria Surlaint has a nice ring to it, I won't go easy on you."

Jancis Milburga looks up to the perched man, quietly repeating "Lord Serick" to herself. Serick Aster: "Ha! Lord. That's a good one." Siovant Parlemaix smiles loftily at the challenge, although his eyes gleam.  "We shall see about that." He notes in soft tones before turning his eyes back to the conversation that draws close at hand. Carina De'bayle: "I have been making sure to be careful. It will not be anything like my first," she remarks out, keeping her eyes locked onto Jancis, "yes. It is. I am remaining in high hopes though," she sighs out with a strained smile. "Thank you Alleria. I will be sure that we are able to speak to one another on more private terms in the coming suns. Until then, enjoy your evening." Serick Aster rolls backwards, slipping off the tank to land in a crouch. "Later then Carina."

Jancis Milburga presses her lips together, watching Carina go. Adelise De'bayle watches the Carina with a pale expression, her eyes dropping to the floor as the Hyur made her leave.

Jancis Milburga: "She is so brave. Each journey is unique and different; can only imagine so." Astrelle De'bayle observes Carina depart before turning her eyes forward. Her stare snaps to Siovant. "Siovant," she calls out to him in her calm, low voice. "Are you busy at present? I require aid in the workshop -- brute muscle, if you would." Jancis Milburga looks about, blindly optimistic on Carina's meaning.

Serick Aster: "You got a workshop eh? Bet there's plenty of fancy doodads and trinkets sitting around in there." Adelise De'bayle: "She is extremely brave," the girl remarks out, bitterness lacing her words. "She has gone through so much, and yet she continues forward. To come close to such an example, will be a difficult feat," Adelise grumbles out, shaking her head. Siovant Parlemaix perks slightly at the sound of his name, lupine hues resting steadily on the source of his attention.  "Always ready to lend a hand." He states, rising without complaint.  His armor shifts and creaks with the movement as he crosses towards Astrelle. Alleria Surlaint raises a hand to her ear with a nervous look. "if I don't leave now I'll be late." she said springing out of her seat. "It was a pleasure seeing all of you." she said bowing as she made her way towards the door. "Lady Adelise perhaps we can have a proper introduction at another time." Adelise De'bayle: "Will you all be there for a long while? I would wish to come and see the location as well, but do not wish to make my leave at this moment." Astrelle De'bayle shifts her gaze towards the miqo'te. She looks him over carefully, taking a final drain of her tea before offering an affirmative hum. "If you wish to see it, you may come as well. Pray watch out not to dirty your fur - either on your coat or on yourself." She looks back to Siovant and nods, motioning him forward. She offers Adelise a nod, unsure if she had been speaking to them or not.

Jancis Milburga looks up. "You have had a chance to spend time with Carina? How long ago did you arrive? Not a moon ago she had quite a few injuries to heal from. All the more reason for her to be concerned doubly on her condition." Jancis Milburga: "She must have been when we went North." Serick Aster positively snickers and heads to the door. "I'm gonna see a workshop. Fancy." Adelise De'bayle: "Ah... I have been here about a sennight. Though I have have a great deal of time to sit and speak with her. I quite admire, Lady Carina and her efforts." Jancis Milburga looks up from Denz, squeezing his hand again before hearing the catch in Adelise's voice. Jancis Milburga: "As I, we talk a lot when we have the time to. Thaliak knows it has escaped us more often than not. She must take a liking to you. How were her wounds? Her head? Little Joseph must have been quite the bundle of fury himself to skirt around." Adelise De'bayle: "I had not known she was injured in truth..." she mumbles out, looking down disheartened. "She must have tried to remain strong so I would not worry..." her lips pursing up in genuine upset. Jancis Milburga: "She has a habit of that. Her daughter had a perchance to protect her, so Carina would try to hide it or handle it herself. Denz has a way of getting through to her." Jancis Milburga tilts to the elezen. "It is his grin. And his charm." Adelise De'bayle: "I see..." she remarks out solemnly, her eyes glancing off toward the side. "Was she upset over the loss of her daughter? She is still missing?" Denz De'bayle blinks, coming to from his long line of thought and revelations. "Who, what?" He blinks, sighing as he placed a hand on his face. "Halone, I'm turning into my Uncle..." Jancis Milburga widens her eyes before clearly looking mournful and guilty. "Upset is not a strong enough word. Denz would know more, forgive me. I. I had not seen the worst of it." She takes a slow breath, "Little Hestia is somewhere warm and safe and not hurting. Must needs keep that faith and say her name often and always have a seat at the table for her." Adelise De'bayle seems looks down, her expression hardening as she nods, "indeed. Wise and kind words. I... I am sure she will return home, someday." Jancis Milburga: "We all do. Like your parents?" Denz De'bayle looks between the two, noticing the morbid mood that fell over them. "A-ah. It was not too long ago that I had seen her and... Her guide off. There was little time to mourn or shed tears before Armont's eye de-" He caught on his words, looking at Adelise and unsure of what she did and did not know. "... We parted ways rather quickly." Denz De'bayle: All needed to handle the loss in our own way. Denz De'bayle: Yes, please, tell us more about your family! Jancis Milburga caught that. "What happened to Armont's eye?" Adelise De'bayle: "My family?" the girl blinked, staring at Denz, "yes I would wish to hear of the Counts eye as well." Denz De'bayle: It, ah... flared up. He voice decided to get a little deeper and he had to take one of his little ventures into the Coerthan wastes to bring his aether to heel. From what I've observed since, he has been fine. Denz De'bayle: Then again, he shows not the struggle between him and the dragon within. Denz De'bayle: That is all you are allowed to hear, young miss. The Count will decide what is best to tell you. Adelise De'bayle: "I respect that. It is not my place to know out of the mouth of another. Thank you for sharing what you were able to." Jancis Milburga closes her eyes a moment, "You told me. Before we left. He could not be with Carina; it happened soon after. Right after." Denz De'bayle: Now... your family? Wayward De'bayles are not so uncommon that we haven't bumped into one who was not recorded in the annals... But we've also grown quite small over the last few generations that anyone bearing the tattoo is usually... centralized around us. Adelise De'bayle glances about the empty room, sighing some, "I do not believe for second, that you are so oblivious. Knowing what you do." Jancis Milburga furrows her brow, looking at Denz.

Denz De'bayle: Mayhaps not, but there must surely be an explanation for those who ask, my young lady. Denz De'bayle: Besides, you know not how oblivious I can be. Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at Adelise De'bayle. Adelise De'bayle: "I am afraid I cannot explain, which is why it is a difficult subject to bring up. It is beyond the realm of comprehension for those who can not physically grasp the knowledge," she looks toward the man with a straight stare, no amusement on her face. Jancis Milburga frowns, looking between them both. “The more you leave out, the more you highlight what you leave in.”  The quote comes quietly. "All these rules on what subjects can be known and cannot." Jancis Milburga: "You are so complicated, as is your kin is starting to show." Denz De'bayle sighs, shaking his head with a dismissive wave, but nods at Jancis words. "A topic to speak about later, then. For now, I do believe it best if Jancis and I return home. We have been gone for nearly a month now, and I could do well sleeping in my own bed." Denz De'bayle: Right? Almost a month? Or has it not been that long? Denz De'bayle fails to understand you. Jancis Milburga agrees, "Nearly, yes." Adelise De'bayle: "As much as I wish to tell you, Lady Milburga, I fear it is not my place to speak of such. It would do you no justice, coming from a stranger. It is not my nature, nor will it ever be, it is difficult for me to do. Hold secrets." Adelise De'bayle: "You both enjoy your evening together. And get well." Jancis Milburga doesn't seem consoled by the words. "Shall surely see you soon." Denz De'bayle nods his head, placing his cane onto the marble floor as he began to slowly rise from his seat, a hand going to Jancis' shoulder to assist in him rising. "Complexity abound. Do I get a reprieve from being complicated, given recent events?" Denz grins down at Jancis, before turning back to Adelise. "I shall see we speak with one another soon." Jancis Milburga gives Denz a caring look, squeezing his hand and moving for the door, making use of the potted plant to aid with the door and not hold it herself. Jancis Milburga watches Denz's movements as much as possible, waiting at the bottom of uneven spots and stairs. "Walk on ahead again? The sky is quite lovely; I do not mind lingering." Jancis Milburga: "I will be behind you by and by." Denz De'bayle followed her, hand grasping for her own as he made it down to the bottom slowly. "I wish to walk -with- you, my love. D-do you need additional space? I must've been a bit wearisome to watch over, you could do with catching your breath and having a moment to yourself..." Denz De'bayle gazes upon you in deep reflection. Jancis Milburga repeats, "Wearisome? Menphina's Sake, Denz. No I do not need additional space. You have made it clear you do not wish for my aid. I have barely done anything but watch. Quite useless, truly." Jancis Milburga: "But I will walk behind if you trip or cannot rise again I can not simply go on. It is too much. Why I arrived late less I found you on the path." Denz De'bayle: If anyone has been useless Jancis, it has been me. I just... wanted to show that I didn't need as much help during my recovery. A-and I didn't wish your help with, say... using the bathroom... But that time of near-imprisonment is at and end, and the only thing I wish to keep you as close to me as I can, because I don't know when the next help you must give a comrade will come about and I -can't- join you. Denz De'bayle: I can barely stand, Jancis. Please. Jancis Milburga doesn't seem much less perturbed, but takes his hand regardless, wrapping her fingers about his hand. "Worry so about being weak. We all are, sometimes." She still listens to him, staying close, her free hand going to wrap around his arm off and on as they walk. Denz De'bayle lets out a relieved breath as she takes his hand, leaning on her for a slight moment as they begin walking. "I had my whole life returned to me, only to have it be dangled in front of me while I cannot move and I... I was so terrified I was going to fail and you would be stuck with someone who could not take care of himself, much less his own love." He leans back onto his cane as they continued down the path. "I swore to protect and cherish you and I did not wish to go back on those words, but rather test and see if I had the strength to have earned your love and care. I might have succeeded in my eyes, but have I failed in yours?" He looks to her intently.

Jancis Milburga: "I would not mind you helping me with such functions. Wounded before I knew you wanted to be there. Though am I mistaken? Such oaths are to me in kind if I could no longer. It would fail you. I did try to give you love. And care. And hope. And ease such fears. They are palpable. No wonder the darkness showed me them." Jancis Milburga continues to hang onto him, clearly paying attention to his movements, beckoning him to lean at times the sway was too much.

Denz De'bayle sets his lips, looking away from her as they approached the docks for a few moments. "Because for as long as that goal of removal was on my mind, I feared the loss of power and strength. How many times I had put that darkness to use and protected you, and then to relinquish it?" He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the ferry, unsure of how to get in for a moment, before slowly lowering himself to sit on the edge of dock to hang his feet on the railing of the ferry.

Jancis Milburga hops down into the ferry, motioning to the ferryman without embarrassment to lend a hand, her arms reaching out to bring Denz against her. "Still put so much faith into that. I still believe it was your strength keeping all that doubt and pain and broken anger in check. Even if you allowed it to flare. Was not only that." Jancis Milburga: "And your strength returns swiftly. It was a large battle. You nearly died. Is so much to recover."

Denz De'bayle gratefully takes the help of the ferryman and Jancis as he got into the boat, leaning a bit into her with a grunt, his cane and feet unable to stop all of his momentum into her. "My a-apologies." He got his cane beneath him once more as he went to sit down on the seat, sucking in a breath. "I pray it is so. And I can only but wait to recover further. I thought perhaps whatever strength I lost could be easily recovered, that I'd be back on the training field and fighting alongside my siblings by now, but... You're right, skirting across Death's door, I am more than content to draw breath and gaze upon you still, Jancis."

Denz De'bayle smiles at you.

Jancis Milburga looks sadder as he apologizes to her, following and sitting beside him. Her eyes meet his and smiles lightly, soaking up his. "I am ever here for you to gaze upon, my love."

As the pair reached the docks of the ward their house resided on, Denz had spent most of the ride simply watching Jancis, or leaning his head against her own head or shoulder until they arrived. "... And now comes the harder part." He got to the edge of the ferry, looking up at the dock, no more than above his thighs. To him, it felt like a far away ledge he needed to leap to. "One would be shocked to think I ever climbed a cliff face with you upon my back, given my condition." He  turns to grin at Jancis.

Jancis Milburga closed her eyes part of the trip, the river water soothing to listen to the ferry slosh through and the feel of Denz leaning against her. Raising an eyebrow. "Would not say that to any other veteran who walks the same. Nor your uncle. Pray turn around and sit upon the dock." Her hand went to the cleat on the dock, unabashed in pulling the ferry closer. "Forgive me, you are far more concerned about your appearance than any other." Denz De'bayle tilts his head in thought. "Not true. I value my concern for you above all else. You and my jagged appearance are all I have left. And would ever need." He winks at her, before placing his hands upon the dock and turning around to situate his behind onto the dock, swinging his feet onto the wooden planks. He adjusted himself to his knees, putting his cane underneath him, but he knew best to wait for Jancis to help him to his feet, lest he end up flopping into the water. Jancis Milburga closes her eyes at his charming wink. "Your ability to taunt is unmarred." Hopping up she got behind him, feet braced apart as she squatted down. Though the rest was quite graceful, making the others on the dock watch - even if trying to do it obscured. Jancis' arms wrapped up about Denz's torso with unabashed care, her head tucking against his shoulder and neck as she squeezed in a hug first. "Your concern for me right now is not showing your intentions well. I am trying." Jancis Milburga counts quietly before hefting him up to her full height, giving him time to find his footing. Denz De'bayle leans back into Jancis' hug, before nodding his head with her count, putting his focus into having the cane catch his weight. "I'll stop trying so hard then, love." As he was lifted, he made sure to keep the pressure off his weakened feet. Denz De'bayle grunted with light surprise as he was lifted, balancing himself. "... I forget you are stronger then you look." Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Denz De'bayle. Jancis Milburga blurs the sight of her face briefly by his arm, color hitting her face. "Was good leverage." She carefully lets him go, hand weaving from his ribs to his arm and finding his free hand once more. "The bed is much the same. Are you certain you wish for that one? Or one of the others?" Denz De'bayle: Well, atleast at home no can watch me crawling around on the floor when I don't feel like walking. Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at you. Your eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Denz De'bayle. Jancis Milburga: "As you like. I will not watch." Denz De'bayle: You are more than welcome to watch. I have a feeling you would rather help me to my feet, though. Denz De'bayle tries to comfort you. Denz De'bayle: Unless you wish to take this opportunity to flaunt standing above me. Denz De'bayle winks at you. Jancis Milburga blinks rapidly, shaking her head almost enough to make her hair slosh about. "That is not a flaunt. It is a rare way to look upon you, though." Denz De'bayle lets out a few laughs as he started down the boardwalk to the path. "Perhaps. What's a few days of not having to look straight up at me? It would probably do wonders for your neck." Jancis Milburga: "One gets use to gazing. It is. Is. Forgive me, I am not sure. Is something about it. Not the neck. I. I do not speak well enough to explain." Denz De'bayle: Habitual? A sort a comfort, like walking into your own home and smelling it. Jancis Milburga watches the road for bumps. "Yes. Has a meaning to it."

Denz De'bayle chuckles as they walked familiar ways and past many ruts and holes he had tripped in -before- becoming disabled. His cane placements were quite methodical, but uninterrupted in rythem. "I am both glad and worried such poor posture has become a comforting second nature to you. But if it is such a detriment..." He tilts his head quietly, before looking up to see the rooftop of the Spangledance in the distance. He remained quiet as they approached the steps, before quietly staring up at it. "This fence feels like the Arc of the Worthy... A final test to see if you were able to step within Ishgard, to return home or set foot upon it's lands as a visitor." He looked down at Jancis. "The time spent away has made even the simplest details become so large."

Jancis Milburga gazes up at Denz at those words, looking over to the arch. "Shows all it has endured. Where the rest wears away. And still familiar? Is truly home to you? Not the place we left? That bed and fireplace? The creak of the wood and singing of the wind?" Denz De'bayle: The brick and mortar of my Uncle's house is familiar, maybe even comforting to a certain degree, but that is because of the history and heart behind such a foundation. It is the same here. While the wood could be stone, or the doors large and of metal, it is also the story here that has made it home. -You-, that has made it home. Even a cave could be home, if you were but in it." Jancis Milburga squeezes his hand at that, eyes half-lidded as she murmured his words again to herself, taking the steps one at a time to not be ahead of him, but also sort of ahead for support. Denz De'bayle follows along with her easily, the cane tapping against the wood calmly as he made it up into the yard with Jancis.

Jancis Milburga smiles absently, the warmth of summer bringing a rich green about the whole area, she continued forward a bit before pausing, making sure she wasn't tugging along Denz too quickly or going the way he didn't want to go. Looking up at him curiously she waited. Denz De'bayle 's eyes looked around the yard, noting the new decorations. Must've been the helpful Spangledance crew. He squeezes her hand as he continued to the door. "A-ah, is there anything we need to do first?" Jancis Milburga takes the question seriously, looking about. "Need to do first." Stepping on the first step to gain a bit of height, she kisses his cheek lightly. "Nothing. We live here. What we normally do is just what is needed." Denz De'bayle: I-I know, just... cleaning or... or something before I decide not to leave our room for a few moons. Denz De'bayle looks away from you, sulking. Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at you. Jancis Milburga: "Oh. Greet the chocobos then? You always were so good with them." You smile at Denz De'bayle. Jancis Milburga suggests after, "Find the Bun? Sit on that bench you like over there? See if there is any bread sitting in the oven?" Denz De'bayle:   /emote 's eyes go to chocobos, setting his lips and nodding in agreement. "All of that is tr-" He blinks, looking at Jancis. "I... pray I didn't leave bread in the oven... Did I?!" He took a half step back from the door, looking at it incredulously, before lifting his free hand to grab the door handle. does not exist. Denz De'bayle 's eyes go to chocobos, setting his lips and nodding in agreement. "All of that is tr-" He blinks, looking at Jancis. "I... pray I didn't leave bread in the oven... Did I?!" He took a half step back from the door, looking at it incredulously, before lifting his free hand to grab the door handle. does not exist. Denz De'bayle shows the entrance his utter disappointment. Jancis Milburga takes the door, pulling open 'together' though she clearly decides to bear the weight herself. "You never would, Denz Love." She sounds utmost certain. Denz De'bayle nods as he entered the house, his crazed worried halting as he stopped to look around the room. "... You're right."

Jancis Milburga finally actually laughs, her free hand going up to cover her mouth. The others about looked over, the quiet banter of welcome coming from them with some fanfare, oblivious to all that had happened since their departure. Denz De'bayle waves weakly, the release of stress and welcoming reminding him how tired he was. Fortunately, they did not seem very keen on asking too many questions. Denz and Jancis have oft disappear for extended periods of time. This was no different, save Denz returning worse for wear. His eyes lingered on the hallway door, but looked at Jancis in case there was anything else she wanted to do. Jancis Milburga gave her greetings as before, the small token of normalcy coming naturally. She didn't look at Denz, but not more than a minute later she went for the hall door and their quarters. Jancis Milburga: "Shall have to tidy up some later. Make you more comfortable for tending to yourself, too. Will have to give me ideas, yes?" Denz De'bayle: I don't, er... Think anything special needs to be done yet in that regard... We'll give it a day and if anything notable happens, we shall adjust, yes? Denz De'bayle: It will do well to have heated water not touched by dragon's fire. Or in that tin tub my uncle called a bath. Denz De'bayle stares at you in disgust. Jancis Milburga nods slowly, "Shall adjust." Her eyes went to the shower, regardless, it's ease of open use not exactly private. The plants were doing well, still tended to though clearly not with the detail Jancis would spend with them. Her eyes drifted back to the window where the rose grew, it seemingly unchanged. "I thought it was very nice of her to do so. Your legs are longer than mine, though. I could fold a knee in if I leaned enough." Jancis Milburga: "Course that is just me. Forgive me. Will not describe it more." Jancis Milburga: "Is coincidence to bring up dragon's fire." Denz De'bayle waltzed further into the room, eyes going to the shelf to eye the bits and bobs upon them, before tilting his head in confusion to Jancis. "Leaned enough?" He was slow to envision what she was talking about, but before he could commit that thought into more than a blush, he cleared his throat quickly, raising his eyebrows to her. "Hm? Coincidence?" Jancis Milburga looks through the shelf that served to divide the 'bed' from the main floor. Denz De'bayle: Oh Halone, I forgot again. Denz De'bayle buries his face in disbelief. Jancis Milburga reaches out halfway, retracting as he keeps himself upright. "Has been tended to in our absence."

Denz De'bayle moved around the shelf with a brisk walk, head craning. "I-it didn't hatch, did it?"

Jancis Milburga lifts her shoulder, looking more curiously. "You would know better than I." But no, the hard egg still sat as it had been, the pulse of life present to Denz as it had been before, though it seemed to be resting.

Jancis Milburga: "I asked. Asked Barengar to make sure. When. When we did not come back from the Fury's stone."

Denz De'bayle went down to a knee before the fire-pit, letting out a relieved sigh as he saw the shell still intact. "Thank the gods. I can think of no greater disappointment to a parent figure then missing the birth of their own child." He shrugged an arm. "Or whatever this strange equivalent is." He looked over his shoulder, mouth setting for a moment. "I'm glad he was willing to do so. Is he faring alright? And his brother?"

Jancis Milburga watched through the wooden shelves, the sight of pain in her eyes coming and going as she moved about behind it. "After that night you were recovering and Windshadow's stomach wound I only saw him in passing. That stone brought back a memory to him, but when we left I think he had sorted through it. They were well enough then." Jancis Milburga: "Past that I have been by your side. I have been told of nothing, so they must be well for now." Denz De'bayle: That is well to hear. You of all people know my affinity for memories. If there is aught I can do to help, I will gladly take the opportunity to. Doubtful I can take up arms alongside Barengar for some time. Jancis Milburga smiled lightly to herself, closing her eyes. "Gladly. You do care for him, yes?"

Denz De'bayle grabbed the cane at his feet, tossing it to the edge of the fur "bed" to remain at the foot of the dresser. Denz crawled back a bit to put his back against the wall that was their headboard. The question came unexpectedly, and he crossed his arms, lowering his head in thought. "Hm? I..." He sighs, scratching his head in thought. "I care that you care for him, Jancis. He is a just man, but our clear differences and... shaky introduction have done little to bring us closer. But I mean no  ill-will for him, so long as your care for him remains. I owe him that much after what trespasses and threats I threw occurred."

Jancis Milburga lowers her gaze. "I am the complicating one, now." Going to the dresser, she fished out some of Denz's clothes, bringing the piles over to set on the shelves for easier access and use than the other side of the room, She sat shifting the myriad of books out of the way to the other side, getting caught up now and then looking at titles. Denz De'bayle: 'Tis no fault of yours that we do not get along better, my love. I find his terse grunting and lack of sharing even the barest details infuriating, and I know he finds my incessant talking and contradicting patriotism to be an annoyance. Jancis Milburga looks up, head tilting back as she looked into Denz's face, eyes finding his through his bangs. "You would not think to harm him, though." She stated it like a fact. "Can I get you anything? Anything at all?"

Denz De'bayle blinked at her statement, nodding his head slowly. "While I've never sparred him and would like to remedy that, he has both shown no interest in such nor has had the time to think far beyond his own kin. While I had a mind to speak my thoughts through steel during our... complications, I don't intend to harm him, nay." He sighed, eyes gazing towards the ceiling. "I once thought myself superior to him merely because I could conjure a barrier of aether, make myself more useful in defending you. Now..." He lets out a laugh. "I'm sure one day we may become equals once more. Until then, I shall let him lead the vanguard." He clears his throat, looking back down at Jancis. "I have want for nothing, my love. Only that I may rest beside you." His eyebrows rose momentarily. "Assuming you desire rest now."

Jancis Milburga leans over, turning to unlace Denz's boots. She overdoes it, making them so loose they slide off, but leaving them to be completely done again next time, the laces escaping the top two eyelets entirely. After that, she adjusts his socks and loosens them, leaving them for him to wriggle off later if need be. "I can do that. Desire, I mean. I mean rest sounds good. Hard to of late, crave any we can get." Jancis Milburga: "Which is rare to not rest beside you. Your presence would make it far too easy. Deep and easy." You smile at Denz De'bayle. Denz De'bayle mouths "Thank you." as the boots are loosened enough for Denz to toss them off the rug, sliding his back down the wall until he started lying down on the "bed" of theirs. "I am glad that after all that had happened, such is still possible." He tugged Jancis hand to pull her down onto the mat with him, arms wrapping around her shoulders to hold her closely. Jancis Milburga followed his tugging, a shaking breath escaping her as her hands rested lightly on his tunic, eyes open on the fabric a moment before closing. Her arm snaked around Denz's back.

Denz De'bayle 's head tilted onto Jancis', breathing in the scent of her hair momentarily before relaxing into the floor, neglecting the cover of a blanket as the two drifted off into sleep still fully clothed, the flames emanating enough warmth to act as a blanket all its own.

Denz De'bayle @darkknightsbread Jancis Milburga Adelise De'bayle @carina-debayle Armont De'bayle @halone-from-the-otherside Serick Aster Carina De'bayle @carina-debayle Astrelle De'bayle Guillemont De'bayle @ishgardianknightblogging Siovant Parlemaix Alleria Surlaint

July 11 2017

#Denz De'bayle #Adelise De'bayle #Armont De'bayle #Serick Aster #Carina De'bayle #Astrelle De'bayle #Guillemont De'bayle #Siovant Parlemaix #Alleria Surlaint #Jancis Milburga #Dawn Vigil

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They’re Not Immortal

Based on this post 

Tags: radiation poisoning, death

Serick stood at the bow, watching the star get closer by the hour. The quantum motor had died... one of the key rotators had broken. It needed to be repaired.. but it was in the hull, closer to the star. MK3481. One of the most radioactive stars to be discovered. And worl were right outside it. Sint tried to think of how to save the ship... sint couldn’t send any of the crew out, worl would die almot instantly. 

        “....fuck.”

Sint clicked in distress, tapping a claw against the deck and trying to come up with how to save the ship. Wait. Didn’t...wasn’t there a human on board? Sint was sure of it. Sint set off, searching for the human.

~~~~~~~

Sint stood on Alpha Deck, staring at the entrance to the sleeping chamber. Sucking in a chattering breath, sint turned on the hydrogen mask and opened the door.           “Human Samandriel?”

A grunt sounded from the bed, a head of red curls appearing. 

        “You can just call me Sam, Serrick.”

        “Many apologies, Huma-”

        “You don’t have to refer to me by species.” She was sitting up by now, attempting to tame her curls enough to pull them into a ponytail.

        “Many apologies again. I have a question.”

        “Go on.”

        “The quantum motor died, one of the key rotators.”

        “Okay...?”

        “It’s in the hull, but we have an issue.”

She cocked an eyebrow and waved a hand, telling sint to continue.

        “We’re being pulled into MK3481 and none of the crew can go out and expect to survive long enough to make the repair. Would you be able to do so?”

She fell silent, watching sint. Minutes passed and sint checked sints translator, had it broken? Had she not gotten the message?

        “I can.” A feeble whisper.

        “Really? Humans can survive the radiation?”

        “I can make the repair.”

        “Delightful! Please be ready by 14:00.”

She nods, standing and watching sint leave.

~~~~~~~

Sam stood at the hull, a tool belt strapped around her waist and a new rotator in hand. 

       “Ready. Open the hatch.”

It slowly opened and she stepped out, climbing the ladder to the hull.

~~~~~~~

She sat in the hatch room, rubbing her mouth to erase the taste of sick, the broken rotator on one side and the her helmet on the other. She could hear the crew celebrating, glasses clinking, when she stood and stumbled out of the room and back to her own. 

~~~~~~~

      “Serick?” Kinada stood behind sint, zen’s shell an alarmed shade of red.

      “Yes?”

      “Samandriel missed the call for morning meal.”

      “Kinada, she saved the ship. She deserves a bit of a lie-in.”

      “Yes, captain.”

~~~~~~

      “Captain.”

      “Manisk.”

      “Samandriel hasn’t left her room in 3 days.”

      “That is problematic, but I remind you she is the reason w-”

      “She’s not asked for food or the liquid compund-”

      “Water.”

      “Er... yes. Water. These are things she needs to survive.”

      “I see....” sint clicks, thinking “....she’ll be fine. Humans always are.”

      “...yes, captain.”

~~~~~~

Serick stood at the chamber door, irritation crossing their features. Sint opened the door, standing in the doorway. 

      “Samandriel, you have been in this room for 7 days now. It is time y-”

Sint paused, surveying the room. It was dirty, something unusual for Samandriel. Sint looked across the room, eyeing the ruffled bed. A pale, too, too pale hand was splayed across the blue comforter, small clumps of hair littered across the bed. 

      “Wh-” Sint crept across the room, catching sight of a brilliant red oozing from her mouth. “Help! Help!”

~~~~~~

Sam lay in bed, barely able to lift her head, let alone stay conscious.

      “-ake up, Sam! Plea-”

      “-t’s been days! Is sh-”

      “_ada. You need slee-”

      “-t of sedatives! I nee-”

      “-nother transfu-”

~~~~~~

Rackin stood in the chamber, monitoring Sam. It wasn’t until too late that umt noticed the lack of breath, the too quiet sound of a not beating heart.     Umt rang the alarm, signalling that she had passed. 

~~~~~~

The crew stepped into the bar a week latr, haggard, haunted. 

      “What happened? Are...is your crew alright?”

The story spread across the bar, then into the stars, carrying a warning with it.

      “Be careful with your humans.” it whispers. “They are not immortal and their strength is not always a blessing. Be careful that they don’t do something they won’t come back from, because when a human dies, they die slowly.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Serick’s Friendship

Log Date: 12/3/16

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After the Grand Alliance I returned home to my apartment. Well… our apartment. Our home. I suppose I was still feeling uneasy after Armont and I’s… could it really even be called a spat? Our disagreement. I mostly felt discouraged, unsure of what to do or how to go about expressing myself to him. Sitting alone within our living room, the air felt dry and suffocating. And I was left to my dreadful thoughts… well, at least for a moment…

Serick Burwani kicks the door open, a brow perked as he glances about the room. “Shit. Living fancy again aren’t you?” he spies a hat on a rack and knocks it off. Replacing it with his own, more superior hat. Across his back is a large package, larger at the bottom and narrow at the top, bound in black leather with clasps holding it shut on the side.

Carina Roussos: “What in seven- Serick?! You can’t just barge in like that!” she huffs. Perking a brow toward the man, Carina inspected him some. “What brings you here…?”

Serick Burwani: “Ha! You need sturdier doors for that, girlie.” he pauses at the use of a familiar nickname, letting out a low growl. “Chasing someone down. Shitlord of a bandit. Targets caravans with women and children so they put up less of a fight. Gonna feed him his own guts when I find him.” he had a couple of daggers strapped to him, and at his leg was a pistol.

Carina Roussos: “I see… so then you’re here because?” she waves her index finger up some, a small smile spreading across her lips, “this does bring back fond memories I suppose,” she laughed out gently, taking her hat out, “does that box contain this man’s guts you intend to force feed him?”

Serick Burwani scoffs and slings the package off his back, setting it on the ground. “No. It doesn’t. Ain’t found ‘im yet, so I can’t exactly cut his guts out.” he looks up at the cake and his tail flicks to the side. He reaches up to it. “Was gonna crash here. Didn’t think you’d be here.”

Carina Roussos: “Didn’t think I would be in my own house?” she laughs with a sigh, “fortunately my daughter is out with her uncle for tonight and Armont is well… not here,” she sighs, “you’re more than willing to sleep on the couch though if you need a place to stay the night.” Carina narrows her eyes toward him as he reaches his hand toward her cake, "no touching. I’ll get my axe, don’t try me.”

Serick Burwanu stopped just before his fingertip swiped a portion of icing. “No shit huh?” he sneers at her and narrows his own eyes. “We haven’t fought in some time have we? If we ever did. You weren’t out of your sorry self-pity pile of shit state by that time were ya?”

Carina Roussos waves her hands up, “I think you may find that some things never change. Were you looking to fight?”

Serick Burwani: “Ha. Not until after I get this job done.” he waves it off and looks around for a wine rack or something similar. “Afterwards, though. We’ll see if you’ve toughened up any.” he hops up onto the counter and peers around. His boots were filthy.

Carina Roussos: “Serick! Come on, I cook food here!” she scoffs, shooing him off the counter, “you’re just like a cat,” she stuck a tongue out at him, “tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you.”

Serick Burwani hops back and just gives the most shit-eating grin. “Booze if you got it. Ain’t had a drink in too damn long.” he takes up his package and hops over the couch, kicking his feet over the sidearm.

Carina Roussos: “I try not to carry too much 'booze’… Armont is a bit of a heavy drinker,” she mumbles, digging through her wine rack to pull out a bottle, “this is one of my own… only because I know Armont would be annoyed if I gave someone one of his wine. He is very protective of it,” she says, walking over to place it on the Miqo'te man’s belly. “This seems like a familiar sight…” she laughs.

Serick Burwani rips the cork off with a grin and spits it back over the couch. “Aye. Old times. Hells girlie, how long 'as it been?” he takes a deep swig, scrunching his nose at the taste, wine was always too fruity for him. “Least we don’t got a bunch of lizards sittin around the house, eh?”

Carina Roussos sits beside him, scooting him back farther into the back. “Yeah… I suppose. The diversity wasn’t bad, but most of the Au Ra we knew had some… issues. Not that we didn’t have issues of our our,” she sighed out with a shake of her head. “It has been a long time… I was reminiscing recently on a time since past.”

Serick Burwani: “Reminicing eh? Usually folks drink to avoid shit like that.” he grins and takes another sip. “And here you are. Married and with a kid. Lookin like you’re going to a beach. Living the life.” his package is sat across his lap, and he drums his fingers against the lid to make a hollow sound.

Carina Roussos: “Right…” she said out softly, “if I said otherwise, I’d sound ungrateful. I made Armont upset with such a statement. This new life, it’s secure. That is good.  see you’re still mixed up with trouble. Must be exciting.”

Serick Burwani: “Ha. Nearly got my guts scooped out myself not long ago. Big ole ugly fucker swung an axe at me, caught me off guard.” he pats his side and drains a portion of the bottle before holding it out to her. “It’s the only thing what doesn’t bore me to tears. I’m good at killin folks, what can I say?”

Carina Roussos takes the bottle back from him, staring down at the dark green glass. “We were similiar in that aspect… as much as I hate to admit it, I am not built for a still life. That makes me ungrateful though…” she says out plainly, “I don’t pity myself though, I do feel fortunate. Security is good. I am happy you’re not dead. I don’t think you quite understand how relieved I am to see you every time… I fear every time I see you will be the last.”

Serick Burwani: “Eh, if I die I die and the buzzards get a meal.” he shrugs and flips open a few of the clasps on his case, closing them afterwards. “Wait till your baby girl’s older. Take her everywhere. Show her the world. You get your adventure, she gets to learn.” he shrugs like it was an easy decision. “Don’t settle for anything less than what you want. Gotta take it. Remember?” Serick casts her a sidelong glance, flipping the clasps open and closed.

Carina Roussos: “Yeah… you’re right,” she smiles lightly, “I just, have to be patient. It will be good I’m sure,” she glances over to him, poking a finger to his head, “I consider sometimes just going away a bit on my own, I think perhaps that will help quell my idle-unrest.”

Serick Burwani: “Ha, yeah. Leave the hubby to watching the girl. Go crack some skulls and have some fun.” he whaps her hand away and undoes all the clasps on his case. “If you ain’t careful you’ll get fat and lazy. That just ain’t you, now is it?”

Carina Roussos: “Pssh… please, I practice swinging my axe everyday. Armont has only beaten me once of six times. His brother I have beaten as well. I will say though, I have gained some weight since having Hestia…”

Serick Burwani glances her over, entirely unabashed. “Aye. That you have. Not bad weight, though. Looks to be muscle.” he nods and flips the case open. “I gotta say, though. Lots of free time when all you do is run around chasing people.” he plucks one of the strings inside the case and it lets out a nice twang.

Carina Roussos glances inside the case, “you… you’re not wrong. I do miss that…”

Serick Burwani: “Got into woodcarving. Learned to play this.” he pulls out the old lyre and pushes the case to the ground with a clatter. “Got good at knives again. Mostly I try to drink the time away, but fuck if that doesn’t get expensive.” he smirks and starts plucking idly at the strings. “Ain’t no piano. But it stands in well enough.”

Carina Roussos smiles happily, her elbows resting to her knees as her cheeks went into her palms, “easier to transport as well I’m sure…” her eyes drop to the strings, “have you gotten lots of practice in? I am not doing much at the moment if you want to play a song,” she grins.

Serick Burwani: “Practice. Ha.” a chord sounds and he leans his head back, closing his eyes. “you’d be surprised how many hunters got songs they want to share. I can’t sing for shit, though. Not since this.” his chin tilts up to show off the old scar on his neck. “Not that I ever did before, mind you.” still, he starts strumming up a song.

Carina Roussos scoffs, “yeah… I understand. I sing for Hestia sometimes but… it’s a bit embarrassingly,” she snorts, “I have a lousy voice, smoke inhalation does that to you…”

Serick Burwani: “You don’t smoke. Could always potion yourself up a fix, too.” he shrugs and goes into the song, his voice gravel and stone as he muttered out the phrases.

Carina Roussos: “I am sure I inhaled enough to have a lasting effect… Calamity you know,” she glances down to her bare belly, scars running down all of her skin. Humming along some with the song, Carina smiled contently, “it’s nice… I like it.”

Serick Burwani stopped singing, but kept strumming on his instrument. “Heard it from a couple of other hunters. A couple what shot down any who hurt them. We teamed up to go after a bandit clan in the shroud.” his brows knit into a glare. “Had to shoot one of 'em. Wasn’t no saving them after those arrows hit their chest. Ruined their lungs.”

Carina Roussos: “I see… that is the sort of life some choose to live. A hard choice… but not for you I’m sure,” she placed the bottle down on the wooden floor, “were you friends with them?”

Serick Burwani: “Nah. They were both right pricks. Thought they were better'n me.” he scoffs and strums out a few chords. “The guy. He looked like he was about to rip my throat out with his bare hands after I killed his wife.” he shrugs and flicks a ragged ear. “Parted ways. I kept the bounty.”

Carina Roussos: “I see… that too is hard to avoid,” she stays silent a moment, her eyes moving toward the fire, “your sentiments… they start to ring through me. At times… I wish I had just decided to cut myself off from others and stayed alone.”

Serick Burwani: “ha. Too late for you now, girlie.” he shakes his head and stomps his foot on the ground, making a steady beat for a shift in chords. “Got yourself a family. Wouldn’t have done that if it weren’t something you wanted to fight for. That baby girl’s your life now. Least until she can take care of herself.”

Carina Roussos: “My daughter means everything to me… but I can’t just strap her to my back and go adventuring… I wish I could, but it’s too dangerous.”

Serick Burwani: “Then wait. Bide your time. Someday she’ll be grown and you’ll be free. Unless you got yourself another brat by then.”

Carina Roussos: “I don’t like to think of her as a burden… she’s not. I just don’t want something bad to happen to her. Unfortunately, being selfish simply isn’t an option.”

Serick Burwani: “It is. But if you pick it you’re a worse person than I am.” he looks over with a sneer. “And that’s really shitty.”

Carina Roussos: “You’re not as bad as you think you are Serick… you’re never as bad as you think you are. If you were, well I think you would have finished me off sooner.”

Serick Burwani: “You weren’t worth the trouble before. Now? Maybe. But I’ll be damned to the seven hells before I take a momma away from her baby girl. Everyone else? Fair game.” Serick scoffs out a low laugh, tapping his boot to the floor.

Carina Roussos she laughs some, “well I guess I appreciate it. I suppose. You do know I consider you to be my friend… even if you don’t consider me to be yours, yeah?”

Serick Burwani: “Yeah yeah you’re sappy and sentimental. I know. Picked that up some time ago yeah?” he stops and drums his fingers against the side of the guitar. “Nice to know there’s someone out there what don’t hate my guts though. Even if it’s you.” his nose scrunches up into a sneer.

Carina Roussos laughs at his reaction, “gee, thanks!” she snorts out, poking her elbow against his arm, “still hate the water?”

Serick Burwani grumbles and shoves her back. “Aye. That ain’t something you get over. Least when I was with the pirates they didn’t swim either.”

Carina Roussos: “I guess… I mean I couldn’t swim for the life of me either until Hito taught me… I’d say some things are surmountable.”

Serick Burwani: “I don’t do enough growing. Let me drink and smoke and fight and enjoy the shit I enjoy without trying to drown me.”

Carina Roussos smirks, “yeah… I suppose that’s just who you are. Oh well… so long as you don’t end up dead too soon, I’m happy with how you are. Not that I know you care,” she leans back against the couch, playing with her jacket, “guess Armont’s isn’t coming to get me tonight… probably got caught up planning for his House’s expeditions…”

Serick Burwani leans forward and sets his guitar into the case, snapping it shut and pushing it forward with his foot. “I don’t got any plans to die. Too much fun.” he sneers and slips off the couch himself, kicking his feet up onto the couch cushions. “Sounds like your man’s too busy playing with that stick up his ass.”

Carina Roussos: “I wish I knew what to do to remove it… even for just a bit,” she grumbles.

Serick Burwani: “I say you kick him right off that high horse he’s sittin on. Or let me do it.” he laughs and folds his arms over his stomach. “Imagine the look on his face. Gettin his racist, noble Ishgardian ass handed to him by a fuckin homeless, bounty-huntin cat.”

Carina Roussos: “Oh please Serick, he already gets beaten by me,” she snorts, “I just wish I knew what I could do to interest him… I know his work is important to him, but I’d like his attention as well,” she crosses her arms, sinking into the couch seat.

Serick Burwani is quiet for awhile, his eyes closed. “Like what I used to give.”

Carina Roussos opens her mouth some, before shutting her mouth choosing to not respond to that. “He’s just a busy man…”

Serick Burwani chuckles at that. “Remember. Gotta take what you want. If that’s his attention, gotta take it from him.”

Carina Roussos: “Yeah… yeah, guess the who self-deprecating aspect of me makes that hard. Not very good at being you know… persuasive like that.”

Carina Roussos: “Oh come on!” he growls out, smacking his metal knuckles to the ground. “No more of this self-pitying crap! You’re better than that Carina. What the fuck have you been doing all this time to go back to being a piece of shit like that again?”

Carina Roussos winces some, frowning, “it’s a scar of mine that can only be covered… never really fully healed. You of all people, should understand that,” she leers toward him, “I’d say it’s gotten better, but I still struggle. I try not to let it win though,” she laughs softly, “at least you’re honest about it, I respect that.”

Serick Burwani just grumbles and flips her off. “Yeah well it still pisses me off. You keep saying crap like that and I WILL fight you.”

Carina Roussos: “Fight me then! Perhaps just the thing I need for a pick me up is a good spar,” she winks to him.

Serick Burwani taps one of the hilts of his dagger. “No holds barred. Beat the shit out of each other until we’re both satisfied that you’re not gonna dig yourself a pity pile.”

Carina Roussos: “I’m willing if you are, sometimes you just need the pity beaten out of you.”

Serick Burwani: “If I win I get that cake,” he had the most serious look he’s ever had.

Carina Roussos sighs, "fine… and if I win, you have to come and visit me again some time before Starlight.”

Serick Burwani pushes himself up and hops up and down a few times, peeling off his gloves. “We going outside or do I got permission to fuck this place up?”

Carina Roussos: “Outside,” she said plainly.

Serick Burwani: “No fun.”

Carina Roussos: “I’d rather keep my home in one piece, thanks…”

Serick Burwani: “Noooo fun!” he calls back over his shoulder, stuffing his gloves into his pocket. “We going fists, or weapons?”

Carina Roussos: “Probably safer with fists.”

Serick Burwani: “Aye. Don’t need to be bleeding each other out. It’ll get all over my cake.”

Carina Roussos: “Oh hush about the cake…” she rolls her eyes, leading them out.

Serick Burwani pulls out his knives, throwing them into the dirt a ways away. His gun is tossed next to them. “Aight. Here we go.”

Carina Roussos tugs at her gloves some, the leather squeeze as she closes her fists, “ready as I’ll ever be,” she grins, digging her heels into the grass.

Serick Burwani launches himself forward, throwing a swift right hook to her jaw.

Carina Roussos more or less eats shit as he knocks her to the side with a swift fist to her face. Breathing uneasily from the rather sudden hit to the face, spitting some blood that she tasted from her teeth more than likely cutting the inside of her mouth, Carina swiftly swung a muscular leg up toward the side of his head.

Serick Burwani let out a laugh when his first strike connected. “COME ON, I THOUGHT-” his words were cut short by a kick to the head, stumbling back while the world spun around him. He blinks and shook his head to settle his vision before hopping forward, grabbing for her hair to distract while he brought his knee up to her stomach.

Carina Roussos brings a fist back, stepping back to avoid his hands before launching her fist forward to him back in the jaw. “Best not be talking shit before the match is even over! Three hits, Serick!”

Serick Burwani was off-balance from the failed attack, trying to bring his arm up to block the strike. Seems he’s gotten slow in his time away. The fist connects and knocks him to the ground, bringing a loud laughter from him as he un-crumpled himself from the ground. “Atta girl! Now you got some fire back!” Legs coil beneath him and he launches towards her, shoulder aimed at her diaphragm in a shoulder tackle.

Carina Roussos topples back as a loud crack was heard. Seething through her teeth painfully, Carina’s eyes lit up in ferocity as she fought through the burning pain in her shoulder to bring her legs up to kick Serick harshly in the chest to send him back.

Serick Burwani was indeed sent flying back, his own ribs cracking in a couple of places from the rage-fueled kick. He coughs and sputters, laughing on his back in some twisted, pain-laugh combination. “Fuckin hells. Thought we were tryin’ to avoid killing each other.” he rasped out, staring up at the sky.

Carina Roussos: “You aren’t dead are you?” she grunts, “I win, besides… you know you like this sorta stuff,” she groans out painfully as she sat up, staring up at the sky, “fuuuuuuck!” she yelled out, taking a deep breath and exhaling it out noisily, “that was… that was good…”

Serick Burwani coughed out another laugh. “Ain’t dead yet, girlie. Gotta try harder than that. He waited for a time before trying to sit up, wincing and twisting his lip up into a snarl, showing off his chipped fangs. "Now. Don’t pull this shit again you hear? You got too much business to take care of to whine and cry to yourself.”

Carina Roussos: “Yeaaah… yeah… you’re right,” she takes a few deep breathes, looking up at the sky, “you know.. dusk is my favourite time of day… just between day and night… it gives me such a strange feeling and it feel so fleeting.”

Serick Burwani looks up to the sky, one arm held to his side, the other scratching at the scruff on his chin, sliding down his scars. “Like taking just the right shot. Only got a moment and it’s gone. Aye. I know how ya feel.”

Carina Roussos: “It’s nice… I wish it lasted longer. Seems the good moments in life are like that. Come and go so fast…” she exhales again before painfully standing to her feet, “well probably broke my collarbone some, but that’s not something a potion can’t fix,” she smiles toward the Miqo'te man, “thanks, Serick.”

Serick Burwani scoffs and flips her off. “Well fuck you. You broke my ribs.” still, he breaks out a grin and turns back to the apartment complex. “If I don’t take one'a your potions, can I still get the cake?”

Carina Roussos: “You can have a slice of cake and a potion, how about that?”

Serick Burwani: “that’ll do girlie.”

Serick Burwani: “Your potions still taste like fried marmot asshole?”

Carina Roussos: “Yeah, pretty much.”

Serick Burwani: “Fix that.”

Carina Roussos grabs two vials filled with a light green substance, returning back into the main area, “afraid they have their purpose,” she tosses him one of them, “will still probably have some bruising, but it will heal anything broken.”

Serick Burwani had a knife out, nearly to the cake, “Oh yeah. Should wash it down with this.”

Carina Roussos narrows her eyes toward Serick, “I will cut your cake, I am sure your idea of a slice is half the cake,” she scoffs.

Serick Burwani scoffs back and snatches the potion from her hand, downing it with a scrunched nose. “Fuckin hells that’s awful.”

Carina Roussos: “Yeah well, that’s medication for you,” she moves over to the cake, cutting him a decent sized slice with a nearby knife. Placing it on a plate for him, she offered it to the man, “want to take Hestia’s bed since she’s gone for the night?”

Serick Burwani takes the cake and goes over to the fireplace, laying down with the cake balanced on his chest. “Naw. I’ll sleep here…

…Hey.”

Carina Roussos: “Yeah?”

Serick Burwani: “Remember that time I hadn’t slept in like, a week and passed out in the main room. Some big fight broke out and I woke up all bruised up?” He was eating the cake with his hands. Like an animal.

Carina Roussos: “I suppose… you got into a lot of fights. Why, were you thinking about it?”

Serick Burwanj: “Naw. Just sleeping in front of a fire reminded me of that. What a pile of shit eh?” He sneers over at her. “I’m gettin old.”

Carina Roussos: “Oh hush up… if you’re getting old then I am too…” she spat back in annoyance, “it’s not like I was much better… remember when I’d sleep under my desk instead of in a bed? We weren’t that much different you know…”

Serick Burwani: “Ha. Yeah. What a child,” Serick knocks the plate off onto the ground, lucky to not have it break, and pulls his hat onto his face.

Carina Roussos brings her boot up, pressing it to his head, "what’d you say…” she asked through grit teeth.

Serick Burwani grumbles something and waves her foot off. “Said you come a ways since then.”

Carina Roussos: “That’s what I thought,” she 'humphed’ removing her boot from him as she reclined against the couch cushion quietly, “there were a lot of places you probably could have gone to… did you at least come here to see me?” she asked softly.

Serick Burwani didn’t say anything. Didn’t think he’d have to.

I think… things would get better. No. I believed they would.

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The Mongolian Connection

Working undercover on a human trafficking bust, maverick FBI agent Wade Dalton (Kaiwi Lyman), captures Serick Ibrayev (Sanjar Madi), a mysterious operative from the Mongolian underworld. With time running out, Wade must escort Serik back to Mongolia, and team up with hard-boiled police detective Ganzorig (Amra Baljinnyam), to deliver Serik to court to testify against a crime Syndicate that will do anything to stop them.

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Whumpuary 2024

Day 1/2--Prompt: snow. TW: left for dead, wounds, broken bones, bruises,

Day 3/4--Prompts covered: collapse, choking, "get away from me" TW: torture, poison, choking, collapse, unconsciousness, self sacrifice, unclear character status

Day 5/6--Prompts covered: "This is gonna hurt," stumbling. TW: blood, wounds, arrow, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Day 7/8--Prompts covered: kneeling, lightheadedness, "help me," TW: captivity, torture, restraints, head injury, blood, bleeding from the mouth, unconsciousness, rescue, unclear character status

Day 9/10--Prompts covered: can't move, "Stay. Please.", kidnapping, TW: kidnapping, captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, self sacrifice, broken bones, bruises, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Day 11/12--Prompts covered: can't move, "stay. please." TW: kidnapping, captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, self sacrifice, broken bones, bruises, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Day 13/14--Prompts covered: bruises, "I didn't know where else to go." TW: captivity, bruises, torture, escape

Day 15/16--Prompts covered: muffled scream, hostage situation, "you look awful". TW: hostage situation, torture, captivity, emotional manipulation, self sacrifice, bruises, broken bones, blood, wounds, strangulation, choking, unconsciousness

Day 17/18--Prompts covered: restrained, hair grabbing, "make it stop." TW: captivity, restraints, torture, cruel whumper

Day 19/20--Prompts covered: can't stay awake, desperation. TW: nightmares, referenced trauma, implied captivity, implied drugging, unclear character status

Day 21/22--Prompts covered: blood, memories, "just get it over with." TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, self sacrifice, death, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

Day 23/24--prompts covered: "you're awake," rescue. TW: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Day 25/26--prompts covered: barely conscious, left for dead, "I'm fine." TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Day 27/28--prompts covered: sleep deprivation, flinching. TW: kidnapping, torture, restraints

Day 29/30/31--prompts covered: "you're safe," aftermath; TW: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath

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Hiiii Sericks! Hope the world has been kind to you!

And AUGH the "Precise" one-shot you wrote is living rent free in my head... really good stuff... ( personally hoping that that whumpee gets rescued soon 🙏🙏)

And if requests are open, here's something I've been thinking - Whumper and caretaker are enemies (something of a big scary villain and a noble hero fighting against them, I think). Whumpee is someone who's been doing some missions with caretaker (but they're more of an adventurer/explorer than a hero), and the two appear to be falling in love.

Soooo whumper kidnaps whumpee (as one does) to use as bait. However, they take an interest to this explorer. They admire whumpee's bravery, even if they're much more calm and timid than caretaker. And find them adorable. So maybe whumper will have a little fun with them until caretaker arrives...

(I'd like if you avoided non-con for this - BUT I'm aaaall for some non-sexual touching and teasing~)

Hope you have a good day/night!

-Blue

Hello, Blue, my friend! I hope the world has been kind to you, my colorful friend. I am so glad you enjoyed Precise! Hopefully that Whumpee gets rescued! I can definitely write the request for you! Please enjoy.

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, creepy/intimate whumper

Villain circled the civilian in front of them. They had spent weeks watching Whumpee. Weeks and weeks. And now that they had Whumpee in their clutches, they weren't entirely sure where to begin.

Initially Villain had been watching Whumpee because Hero worked with Whumpee. Because Hero adored Whumpee. Loved Whumpee even. And Villain knew that perhaps that was the best way to lure Hero into a trap.

But as Villain spent weeks watching Whumpee go on adventures, go on weeks of missions with Hero, Villain began to find themself admiring Whumpee. Whumpee was always calm, cool, and collected under pressure. Though they were shy, Villain knew that Whumpee would always speak their mind. Whumpee was far more than bait at this point.

And so Villain struck one evening, grabbing and gagging Whumpee with relative ease. It did help that Whumpee had absolutely no powers whatsoever. It always made life easier when their prey couldn't really fight back.

Villain stared at Whumpee, bound and gagged to a chair in Lair, and smiled. "Don't worry, Whumpee," they cooed as they circled Whumpee, "Hero will be figuring out who has you soon. So very soon. They love you very much. You are so, so lovely after all." Villain leaned down and sniffed along Whumpee's neck, "So very lovely."

Whumpee glared up at Villain. They hadn't tried to break out of their restraints. Hadn't done anything to try to stop Villain, but Villain could see their brilliant mind hard at work.

"You're right, I'm not being a very good host. How about we find a way to keep you entertained until Hero arrives?" Villain carded their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "How does that sound? I'm sure we can think of ways to keep you engaged."

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Hello, Serick! I love your list a lot! Also, your last post mentions something about medical irl issues so I hope you're doing well!

In the meantime... do you have any stories/ideas on a Whumper that's (romantically) infatuated with Caretaker instead of Whumpee? And maybe one day they try to kidnap Caretaker but end up kidnapping Caretaker's partner Whumpee by mistake. And although Whumper is frustrated with the error, the least they could do to not waste resources is completely break Whumpee, becase Whumper thinks that Caretaker won't love them anymore if they're "ruined" 😈😈😈

Hello, Anon! I am so glad you enjoy the works I put out there. Maybe one of these days, I'll get around to categorizing the one shots on the list. Until then, it's just my way to keep track of series.

And thank you for the well wishes. It's....complicated. And I'm in a learning more about things and sadly being more informed than many of my clinicians. But things will shift. And I will learn.

I absolutely love this idea so, so, so much! This is wonderful! Please enjoy!

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, gag, torture, yandere

Whumper frowned at the person waiting for them in their basement. They were chained at the wrist and ankle to an iron ring in the floor, gag pulled tightly over their mouth. But they were not Caretaker.

Whumper cursed their accomplice quietly. Whumper had given them perfect instructions on how to break in to Caretaker's house. All the things they would need to do to kidnap Caretaker. And yet that was not who their accomplice had left in their basement.

Whumper stared at Whumpee.

They loathed Whumpee. Loathed them because they spent more time with Caretaker. Loathed them because Caretaker only had eyes for them. Loathed them because they were the object of Caretaker's affections and Whumper was not.

But that could change.

"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper knelt by Whumpee and lifted their chin, "Caretaker may love you now. But they won't when I'm through with you. And then they will come to me. And only love me."

Whumpee stared up at Whumper with terror filled eyes. They tried to speak around the gag in their mouth as Whumper rose and towered over them.

"Shhhh, shhhh, don't ruin the moment," Whumper sneered down at Whumpee. "We are going to have such fun you and I."

And they kicked Whumpee in the chest as hard as they could.

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Hey Serick, I'm gonna be feeling kinda down for a while so I came here to request my favorite scenario: a whumpee that's been kidnapped by a yandere whumper, with restraints, drugging, and maybe a bridal carry?

Hello anon friend! Sorry to hear you have been feeling down. I hope this makes you feel a little better!

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, restraints, unconsciousness, yandere whumper

"Oh, sweetheart," Whumper cooed as they lifted Whumpee into a bridal carry. Whumpee's head lolled on their neck. Whumpee looked so peaceful as they slept, the pinprick of blood on their neck from the needle Whumper used to inject the sedative the only imperfection that marred their skin.

"Don't worry, my darling sweetheart," Whumper said softly as they kissed Whumpee's forehead, "I'll get you home. Get you in bed. Get you all comfortable. And then we'll have all the time in the world."

Before long, Whumper had Whumpee in bed. "Just in case for later, sweetheart," Whumper whispered as they cuffed both of Whumpee's wrists to the head board. The chains were long enough that Whumpee could lay there with their arms by their side, but should they startle awake, they weren't going anywhere.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered. "I know how much you wanted to be here. To be awake for this. But this is my favorite part," Whumper kissed Whumpee on the lips once more, "the part where you wake up. Seeing your eyes light up for me."

Whumper's beaming face was the only thing Whumpee saw as their eyes opened. Whumper's beaming face would be the only thing they saw for a while. Because Whumper knew how much Whumpee loved them. They just needed to be reminded by Whumper how to be loving.

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Hey Serick! Kinda having a miserable time at this thing called life, can I request some of your wonderful whump writing to make it go away? I'd really love to see a hero whumpee "rescued" by a yandere supervillain. Interpret that however you want, and if you don't wanna write it, no worries!

Hello, friend. I am sorry to hear that you are having such a rough go of things. Absolutely I can write this for you. (I seem to be on a roll with these yandere villain/supervillain requests after To Hurt and To End and few others). For what it's worth, I hope things improve for you.

Please enjoy!

Warnings: captivity, restraints, bruises, drugging, yandere

Supervillain quickly snuck through Base. They had one mission: to save Hero from Superhero, get Hero to safety, and begin Hero's healing journey. It was a tall order, but they were confident they could complete their objective.

Supervillain had been watching Hero for weeks after Hero showed up to interfere with one of their many heists covered in bruises. Hero seemed fearful when Supervillain brought up Superhero's name. And that's when Supervillain knew what Hero was really asking: to save them, to free them from Superhero's clutches.

Superhero had been the bane of Supervillain's existence for so long, they had to be stopped. But first, they had to save poor Hero.

And so they watched. And watched. And watched. Waiting for any sign that Hero was ready to be saved, that they needed Supervillain right away.

Their sign came late last night when Supervillain saw Hero and Superhero arguing over something. Hero stormed off and Superhero initially started to pursue Hero, but gave up and returned to their book.

Supervillain had to act now. It was only a matter of time before Superhero hurt Hero.

They crept into Hero's room. Hero was asleep on their bed, their arms spread wide as they slept peacefully on their stomach. "Don't worry, Hero, I'm here," Supervillain whispered as they slipped the power suppressing cuffs over Hero's wrists.

Hero jolted awake. "What are you?"

Supervillain clapped a hand over Hero's mouth. "Don't worry. I'm saving you from Superhero. I'll get you back to Lair. I'll get you cleaned up. Don't worry. I'm here. I'm always here," Supervillain cooed as they tried to lift Hero into their arms.

Hero's eyes were wide with fear, no doubt due to the mention of Superhero's name. Supervillain was so confident that had to be the reason why Hero struggled in their arms. Had to be the reason why Hero fought back. And had to be the reason why Supervillain had to resort to plan B and drug Hero.

As Hero went limp in their arms, Supervillain leaned down and kissed Hero's cheek. "Don't worry, you'll be safe and sound when you wake up. I promise."

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Hi Serick! It's good to see you back, I do hope things have been better for you.

Since you're back at writing, see if you like this idea: two whumpers that kind of hate each other have a common enemy, stubborn defiant little whumpee. They're on an alliance for whatever reason and happen to capture whumpee. So now they want to have a little fun with their hated enemy and see who can make them beg first. And they might even get along a bit while doing that!

If you like the idea I'd love to see your take on it! Again, I hope good things come your way. Stay safe.

-Blue

Hello BLUE! My friend! Happy to be back! And thank you for the well wishes. I hope good things come your way!

This is a great idea! I love it. Please enjoy! (And I think this has series potential if anyone wants it continued lol)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: kidnapping (planning), future torture, restraints

Whumper sat in the bushes outside of Whumpee's work place. They hated Whumpee so much. With their perfect life, perfect work, perfect everything. Always rubbing it in Whumper's face. And always escaping. Or being saved. Never giving in to Whumper. Always beating them.

They hated Whumpee so much. And they were going to get them this time, once and for all.

Because this time, unlike all the other times they had tried to get Whumpee, they had help. Second Whumper was here to help them.

Weeks ago, when Caretaker had sprung the still angry and fiesty Whumpee from Whumper's clutches, Second Whumper appeared. Whumper also hated Second Whumper. Just not as much as Whumpee. Second Whumper was always getting in their way. Taking and hurting Whumpee when they, Whumper, had been trying to grab them for weeks.

"We should work together, you and I," Second Whumper said as they offered a hand to Whumper to pull them off the floor.

"Why in the ever loving fuck would I work with you?"

Second Whumper rolled their eyes and pulled their hand away. "Because Whumpee always escapes. Never breaks. Always safe and sound at the end of the day. With Caretaker."

"And?" Whumper struggled to stand, they were still shaky from Caretaker's punches.

"If you and I were to work together, we could catch and keep Whumpee for good. And put an end to their smug little mug."

Whumper did like the sound of that. Which is why they sat in the bushes while Second Whumper lured Whumpee outside and near Whumper. Soon. Soon they would spring and Whumpee would be theirs. And nothing was going to stop them from ending Whumpee. Nothing at all.

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