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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 7

Yandere Crocodile x Reader

"Give me your name," Crocodile ordered as he lifted your chin up with his golden hook.

"It's... it's [Y/n]," you told him, your hands still shaking after you dropped the knife.

Your eyes couldn't focus on his, they kept glancing back at the marine you just killed. You felt fear wrap around your mind, thinking of the horrors that would happen now that you murdered a Lieutenant. Worst of all, there is a witness. Your mind screamed at you to run but your body just sat there shaking.

"Did you just kill this marine, [Y/n]?" The man asked you, his deep stoic voice drawing your attention back to him.

"Yes..." You wanted to lie, but your shaking form could only speak the truth.

"You realize what will happen to you once they find out you killed a marine, a Lieutenant at that."

"Yes..." You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes.

"Which means you can't go back to your life before."

You nod your head, zoning out of the situation at hand and watch the images of your inevitable fate play through your head. Rounded up, thrown into a ceil, starvation, mistreatment from guards, and the horrors of what the prisoners would do to you. Chills of unsettlement crawled down your spine. You shiver and go to hug yourself, your body desiring to go into a fetal position, yet you're unable to. Checking back into reality, you see yourself being taken away from the crime scene.

'This is it,' you thought to yourself. 'This is your fate, [Y/n].'

"Quit dragging your feet and walk faster."

Your eyes widen in surprise. You glance up to see you were being escorted by Crocodile, his face as stoic as ever. You picked up your feet, trying to match his speed, he only hastened now that you were moving on your own.

"Why-"

"Listen to me, [Y/n]," Crocodile instructed before you could say anything. The sternness told how serious he is. "You as long as you stick with me, they will never find you. Leave and you will be caught. Do you understand?"

His eyes bore into yours. Entranced by them, you felt at ease in his grasp. You nod, trusting every word he said.

"Good."

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"Ah!" You jump back, making eye contact with a marine. You tremble under their confused stare, you inch yourself to the wall and want nothing more than to disappear from their sight.

From the right of your ear, you hear the sands whisper for you to look away. You close your eyes and turn away from the marine. Wind blows past you and you hear the sound of a branch breaking before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"It's alright, [Y/n], they're gone now," Crocodile soothed your fear. He gently tucked a hair behind your ear so you could look at him with those big scared eyes, and how they trusted him so. You clung to Crocodile, shaking like a twig. He wrapped his large arms around you, petting your hair. A grin is written on his face as he holds you in his grasp.

You were finally his, and all Crocodile had to do was ask a pink bird for a little favour.

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whumptober · 2 years

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ATTENTION ALL CREATORS

Hi everyone, we hope that you’re enjoying Whumptober so far!

As you might have seen, we’ve had an ask about using “seizures” as a tag and it made a really good point. Whumptober is a huge event with so many participants that we think it’s important for us to be responsible with our tagging.

The tag “seizures” is used by a lot of people to discuss their own health or to warn others about triggering content. And we just don’t feel comfortable potentially pushing all of that content down and adopting the tag for ourselves.

So what are we proposing?

We’d like to ask everyone who is intending to use the prompt to either:

Tag using “seizurefic” instead of “seizures”

Tag using “the way you shake and shiver” (the theme name)

As long as you also tag using “no.7″, you’ll still be seen by our helpers and have the potential to be reblogged.

There are so many of us involved in this event, and we have a responsibility to be...well, responsible.

Thank you.

- the Mods

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aceofwhump · 2 years

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No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER: Seizures

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Ice Cold

Whumptober 2022: 7. The Way You Shake and Shiver, 21. You’re Safe Now Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, f!reader, Reader is Iceman's Daughter Word Count: 760 TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Freezing, Death Note: Thank you to @marvelousmermaid for looking this over for me 💖

You were so cold. Colder than you could ever remember being before in your life. You were shivering from the inside out and you were worried you’d chip a tooth if your teeth didn’t stop chattering so fiercely. But at least your body had gone so numb that the injuries from your crash didn’t hurt anymore.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you. In a way, it was poetic that Iceman’s daughter, code name Snowflake, was slowly freezing to death. But after your plane went down, you were too injured to find cover from the cold or to build a fire. You barely had enough strength to drag yourself away from your plane in case a fuel line caused an explosion. At this point, you were hoping for one. Explosions meant fire, and fire meant heat.

Unless that happened, your only hope was a rescue team located you soon. Maverick had been your team leader for this mission and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Your godfather had never failed you before, so you just needed to hold out a little longer. Knowing him, he’d have rangled together every available airman to help with the search.

It was becoming more difficult to breathe as the cold air stabbed at your throat and burned your lungs with each breath. Your vision began to blur and all you could see was the blanket of white stretching in front of you against the inky darkness of the night.

But suddenly, something else came into your field of vision. Struggling to bring the world back into focus, you finally made out a pair of combat boots standing before you, and the person wearing them squatted down to your level. Giving you a sad smile, he said, “Hey, baby.”

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

Bending down, he scooped you up into his arms just like he used to when you were a little girl. And as you leaned your head against his chest, you already felt his warmth radiating throughout your body.

You hummed as you snuggled in closer to him, your shivering slowly fading away. “I feel better already.” For the first time, you looked up and really took in the man carrying you. What you saw made you smile. “You look good, Dad.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nodded softly, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. With the warmth from your father wrapping around you like a blanket and the steady beat of his heart serenading you, you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

Maverick was the first one to spot you about a hundred feet from where your plane had crashed. The second he saw the drag marks in the snow, he had taken off running but because of the fresh layer of snow, he had almost tripped over your snow-covered body.

Dropping to his knees beside you, he desperately tried to wake you, to find a pulse. But, despite his efforts, it was painfully clear by your blue-tinted lips and ice-cold skin that you were gone. That he had been too late.

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

Tears began to well up in his eyes as he silently begged Ice for forgiveness. Since they had met at Top Gun decades ago, Ice had saved Maverick’s career more times than he could count. And the only thing in all that time that Ice had ever asked in return was that Mav keep his daughter safe. It had been the last thing Ice had said to him before he died over a year ago and, now, Mav had failed him. He had failed you.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Ice Cold

“D-Dad…” you breathed in astonishment. “Wh-what are you d-doing here?”

“Where else would I be?” Iceman asked. “I had to come get my girl.”

You managed a small chuckle before your body was racked with another intense shivering fit that you felt down to your bones. Weakly, you chattered, “Dad…. I’m s-s-so c-cold.”

He rested his hand on your cheek. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll get you someplace warm real soon. You’ve done good, kid. Now it’s time to take you home.”

He returned your smile and said, “So do you, baby. Now, close your eyes. It’s all going to be okay.”

He collapsed back into the snow and buried his head in his hands even as the emergency team began examining you. However, he knew there was nothing they could do.

And as he stared up into the night sky where the snow and stars seemed to merge into one, Maverick just hoped that wherever the two of you were now, you were together once more.

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geminihurt · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | Day 07

The way you shake and shiver | Seizures

"I struggled to hear them and I knew if I tried any harder, it might bring back more of those uncomfortable flashes"

Kyle XY 1x09 | Kyle - Matt Dallas

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #seizures #kyle xy #gifs #1x09 #kyle #matt dallas #collapse #seizure #seizure tw #whump #the way you shake and shiver #whumpedit

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robinrites · 2 years

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Day Seven: Karma Police

Happy Day Seven of Whumptober y'all :)

TW: Panic attack, fear of being hurt

Part two to Day 2 hope y'all enjoy! Here's some more from our Hero caretaker and Villain whumpee ;)

Hero places Villain in the backseat of his car, buckling him in as gently as he can, before shutting the door. Hero hops in the driver seat, then looks back at Villain who is staring at the seat in front of him blankly.

“You okay back there Villain?” Hero asks, trying to figure out what Villain is doing. Villain continues to stare blankly, so Hero repeats himself, “Villain?” He reaches out to touch Villain’s shoulder, but Villain flinches away before Hero can even get close.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Villain ducks his head, “What did you say?”

“I asked if you were okay.” Hero wants to reach out again, provide some physical connection, but decides against it when he notices how skittish Villain is.

“Oh.” He weakly responds, “Ye-yes I am okay.”

Hero isn’t sure what he was expecting, so he instead just turns around and starts the car. As he drives away from the prison, he hears Villain whimper slightly, and a quick glance in the rearview mirror shows that Villain is looking out the window at the prison that is quickly fading into the background. Hero takes in a deep breath, then puts on his persona he usually saves for Damsels in Distress and reporters.

“You’re safe now.” Villain continues staring, as if he hadn’t even heard Hero speak. Hero decides to leave it for now, not wanting to stress Villain out more by trying to force conversation. Thirty minutes of driving in silence pass before Villain speaks up.

“Wh-where are you taking me, uh Hero, Sir?”

“No need to call me Sir, Villain. We’re beyond that, or at least I’d like to think we are.” Hero forces himself to laugh, hoping it’ll lighten the mood. “We’re going back to my place. I don’t have a lot of stuff there to help take care of you, but springing you from the prison was kind of an impulse decision. In case you couldn’t tell.”

Take care of you. The words echo in Villain’s head as he racks his brain over what they mean. Take care of as in kill? Or torture? Villain looks down at his hands which are covered in various cuts and bruises and are shaking. He couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. A tear falls down his cheek as he balls his hands into shaky fists. He feels his breathing pick up, suddenly the loose seat belt has become tighter, binding him to the seat. Villain wants to cry for help, but air is struggling to make it into his lungs. He feels hands gently touch his arms, which he flinches away from despite wanting to lean into the touch. He finds himself coming back into his body as he notices Hero at his side. When did the car stop?

“There we go.” Hero whispers as Villain forces his hands to unball. “Now breathe in, and out.” Villain follows Hero’s hands as he gestures for Villain to breathe in and out slowly.

Hero waits until Villain seems to be breathing normally before saying anything. He can’t help but be mad at himself for not immediately checking in with Villain, only stopping when he heard ragged breathing coming from the backseat of his car. “Want to talk about what just happened there?”

Villain shakes his head, he doesn’t want to share, but his mouth opens anyways. “Y-you said take care of me…and I’m-I’m sorry for assuming otherwise but I thought you were rescuing me.” Villain sobs, tears free falling down his face, “A-are you gonna kill me or lock me up again or-”

“Woah woah woah Villain!” Hero cuts him off, raising his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, let’s get that out of the way right now. You are safe with me. No one is ever going to hurt you, understand?” Villain nods while trying his best to stop crying. “I’m sorry for not being clearer, by ‘take care of you’ I mean, well, just that. I’m going to get your injuries looked at by my friend who’s a healer, and then we’re going to get you all healed up, okay? And then from there, we’ll see. But no matter what happens, I swear on my parent’s grave not to harm a hair on your head, or elsewhere. Sound good?”

Villain solemnly nods, “I-I’m sorry for doubting you Hero.”

“Tt, don’t say that Villain. I used really bad phrasing, that’s on me okay? Not on you at all. Do you think you’ll be okay if I keep driving?” Villain nods, then forces himself to take a deep breath. Hero rubs Villain’s shoulder briefly before closing the door and heading back around to the driver’s seat. Before driving, an idea flashes in Hero’s mind. “What kind of music do you like Villain?”

“Me?” Villain nervously laughs, his eyes shooting off to the side. “I like whatever music heroes like…” His head drops, but he does his best to keep focused on his breathing.

Hero laughs, “That’s a good one, honestly there isn’t a right or wrong answer.”

“Alternative,” Villain almost whispers, scared to fail the test he thinks Hero is giving. “I like alternative rock music.”

“Then that’s what we’re gonna listen to!” Hero smiles in the rearview mirror before pulling up a music app on his phone (Sorry Spotify/Apple Music no sponsorship is happening today), “Any band in particular?”

“I mean you can’t go wrong with Nirvana, or Radiohead.” Villain shakes his head, “But we don’t have to do that.”

“No, I want to!” Hero quickly types in Radiohead, then shuffles when the artist's profile pops up.

Slow music begins to play from the speakers as Hero drives off. Not what he would have expected from a genre called alternative rock, but today has been chock-full of surprises so he should’ve known better. He glances down to check the song name and has to hold back a laugh when he sees it’s called “Karma Police”. Irony never sleeps does it? Hero considers skipping the song, worried that Villain might take it as Hero implying he deserved what happened to him. He takes a second to glance back at Villain, only to notice that he is mouthing the words to the song.

“D’you like this one?”

Villain blushes slightly, “I do, yeah.” Hero watches Villain mouth the words ‘This is what you get’ over and over with the song, and his heart drops.

“We don’t have to listen to it if you don’t want to Villain.” Hero reaches for the button, but stops. “You know I didn’t know what they were doing to you there right? If I had known- god I put you in there twice.You didn’t deserve it, okay?”

“Maybe I did,” Villain shrugs, “I did destroy a lot of stuff and ruin a lot of people’s lives.” By now the song has ended, a new song is playing. Villain turns to stare out the window without continuing, signaling to Hero that he is done talking.

Five songs later and the car pulls into Hero’s driveway. He stops the car and unbuckles, then turns around to talk to Villain. “Well, in case you couldn’t tell, we’re here.” Hero turns back around then gets out of the car so he can help Villain into his house.

As Villain sits in the car unmoving he can’t help but look down at his hands which are shaking again. He steals a peek up at the house in front of him and his heart begins to race. As far as Villain can tell, they aren’t near any other houses, which means Hero could do anything and no one would hear him scream. The car door opens, shaking Villain from his thoughts. He accepts Hero’s hand, then shakily leans on him as they walk into the house. No matter what happens, I can survive this. Don’t let them win.

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sasuga-whump · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: "seizure"

クローズZERO・Crows Zero (2007)

He tries to stop his friends from fighting, only to have a seizure

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whumpdoyoumean · 2 years

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Whumptober #7

xxx the way you shake and shiver

They’re all piled around watching one of Rita’s streams and Juno, nestled against Nureyev with the man’s arm around his shoulders, can’t help but think that things just feel...right. Yeah, Jett has a black eye and Nureyev nearly broke his hand, but they got the parts to fix the ship’s computer and now, here they are. The stream Rita’s picked is particularly outrageous (how she consistently manages to convince all of them to watch these things is beyond Juno, and he loves it about her), but nevertheless has them all in stitches--even Vespa can be heard adding to the pleasant din. Everything feels right…

Until it doesn’t.

It starts with a nosebleed. Juno doesn’t feel it until it tickles the top of his lip.

“Aw, dammit,” he says under his breath, pinching his nose to stem the flow.

“You alright, darling?” Nureyev murmurs into Juno’s hair, following the question with a kiss to the top of the head.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Juno sits up, head tilted back. “Just a nosebleed, I’ll be right back.”

“You want me to pause it?” Rita asks around a mouthful of popcorn.

Everyone turns as Juno disentangles himself from Nureyev. He lets out a chuckle. “You guys, it’s just a nosebleed, I’m fine.” Except that as he stands, he’s hit by a wave of dizziness and almost falls onto Nureyev’s lap (not that either of them would have minded that), catching himself with a hasty hand to the wall. He grimaces. “I’m fine.”

That’s when the pain starts, everywhere and all at once, and Juno’s never felt anything like it, the force and sheer intensity of it rendering him breathless and voiceless as his legs (his whole body, really) give way beneath him.The blood in his veins has turned to shards of icy glass, his skin to white hot fire, muscle and sinew seem to be rending apart and Juno should be dead, he knows he should be dead (that would be easier than this) but he isn’t, fuck why isn’t he dead--and then it’s over. He draws in a scraping, heavy breath and looks up, which is strange because he doesn’t remember falling. Vespa is crouching over him, Nureyev kneeling at his head running his long fingers through Juno’s curls.

“That’s it,” he says. “That’s it, my love, very good. Breathe.”

“What the hell just happened, Juno?” Vespa growls, her false anger a thin attempt at veiling her concern.

What the hell did just happen? That’s a fucking good question. “I-I dunno I just--”

And then it’s back, just as sudden and just as painful as before and this time, Juno screams.

xxx

Juno’s back arches, his limbs going rigid as he lets out a raw, guttural scream, eye rolling back, and Nureyev’s heart jumps painfully in his chest.

“Vespa--” he begins.

“I know!” she snaps. “I need to get him to the infirmary!”

“I’ll take him,” Jett says, and Nureyev doesn’t want to let him, for a moment, wants to bundle Juno into his own arms, to protect him. But Jet is stronger and Nureyev can feel the panic turning his legs weak, so he moves away a step to give the big man space and as he does his gaze shifts to Rita.

Her eyes are wide as Jet carefully lifts the still screaming Juno, lower lip wobbling as she stares in silent horror. Buddy moves in front of her and pulls the small woman in for a hug, though Nureyev can also see that she’s been strategic, with one of Rita’s ears pressed against Buddy’s chest and the other covered by Buddy’s hand--an attempt to muffle the horrible, soul shaking wails.

“Alright, let’s go. Ransom, you too.”

Nureyev turns back to see that Jet’s got Juno in his arms now, Juno whose only moments of quiet are when he has to stop for a breath. He looks at Buddy, who nods once, and then back at Vespa.

“Of course.”

They move through the halls quickly, Vespa firing questions at Nureyev as they go--does he have any allergies, had Nureyev noticed any symptoms in the hours after they got back to the ship, and this one over and over again--Did anything, anything, happen on the heist?

The answer to every question is the same: No. No, Vespa, I’m sorry no.

Nureyev feels utterly useless. The feeling persists as they make it into the infirmary--Juno’s gone quiet again by that time, the screaming replaced by loud, rasping breaths as Jet sets him down on the gurney.

“What…” Juno says as Vespa starts hooking him up to monitors. “What the fuck.” He looks over at Nureyev, eye wide with fear.

“It’ll be alright, darling,” Nureyev says, reaching up to touch his cheek. He’s alarmed to find that the skin there is hot, but he tries not to let his fear show. “Here.” He grabs a cloth and gently starts to clean the blood away from Juno’s still-bleeding nose. “How are you feeling?”

“Something’s--something’s wrong,” Juno says, and the red that’s been leaking from his nose begins to trickle, slowly, from the corner of his eye.

And the screaming starts again, Juno’s hands curling into fists as he writhes in agony. It makes Nureyev’s insides tangle into knots. He envelops Juno’s hand in his own as Vespa bustles around.

“What the hell!” she growls, almost to herself. “His vitals are all over the place, temp’s through the roof, and the bleeding...What the hell is this?”

“Can you give him something?” Nureyev says.

“I’ve never seen anything like this, Ransom. I don’t know what it is if I give him something it could make things worse…”

The awful wailing sobs die down again, this time due to Juno’s losing consciousness, and Nureyev looks up at Vespa in alarm.

“Whatever this is, it's putting his body through hell,” Vespa says, answering the question Nureyev was too afraid to ask. “It’s not unusual for him to be unconscious. Hand me those scissors, I need to get his clothes off, do a full examination.”

“What are you looking for?” Nureyev asks as he hands her the scissors.

She glances up at him. “Anything.” She starts at the bottom of his shirt, cutting upward, and then she stops, sharply, setting the scissors aside. She reaches up and turns Juno’s head, squinting at a small, slightly inflamed spot on his neck. “Like that.”

Nureyev looks up sharply. “What is it?”

“Injection site…”

“So someone did this to him.”

Vespa nods. “Looks like. I’m going to take some blood, start doing tests. You all ran into some trouble on your way back, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Nureyev answers. He keeps his answer short, worried that if he speaks any more then his voice will give him away. Fury is building, familiar and unsettling and dark.

“You think you could identify the people you fought with if you saw them again?”

“I am certain I could,” Jet says from the doorway. Nureyev has been so worried about Juno that he’d forgotten the big man was even there.

“Good,” Vespa says. “You two need to get back down to that moon and find the bastards. I’ll do what I can to figure this out in the meantime, but-”

“But if you can’t figure it out you’ll need whoever injected him,” Nureyev finishes grimly. “I understand.” He plants a gentle kiss on Juno’s forehead, letting his lips linger on the too-hot skin for a moment before he pulls away and straightens. His hands tighten into fists almost against his will as he turns away from his beloved.

“Hey, Ransom,” Vespa says, and Nureyev turns. She’s looking at him sternly, more so even than usual. “That rage you’re feeling is a good thing. Use that. But I need them alive. Steel needs them alive.”

And I need Juno alive, he thinks, but he just nods and takes Juno’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be back soon, love. Hang on.”

xxx

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ohanahoku-ao3 · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 7

Only minutes to spare, but it's on time! Enjoy reading! @whumptober

I Don't Like the Way You Shake and Shiver

It wasn’t unusual for Steve to be the center of attention. The basketball player was always goofing off and acting out, lapping up the attention like a cat who got the cream. The girls adored him, the boys wanted to be him, and the teachers regretfully tolerated him because of his family’s money. Every day at school, Eddie saw the King of Hawkin’s High surrounded by people, laughing and joking like high school wasn’t a miserable burden every student had to endure. At least once a week, a new rumor about the guy would circulate. His peers would whisper about his latest conquest, his most recent parties, or the occasional fight.

The best Eddie ever heard, though, was when Nancy Wheeler, arguably the most intelligent girl in their school, had dumped him. And apparently, had run off to be with Jonathan Byers, one of the most isolated loners that haunted the school halls. It made Eddie laugh when he heard it. He’d even given a grand speech about how the mighty fall to his friends, soaking up their energy as it fed his own. Someone had finally put the king in his place.

Somehow, that joy faded as Eddie watched Steve, once again surrounded by a crowd of people, seizing on the gym floor. His eyes were rolled back, open only enough to show a hint of bloodshot white. His mouth was open, but his jaw was locked tight, giving him a nightmarish look. Even worse than that, though, was the way Steve’s limbs jerked uncontrollably, knocking loudly and painfully against the hardwood flooring, sure to bruise and ache later.

Someone was shouting Steve’s name, and the coach was kneeling down next to the boy, hovering unsurely.

Epilepsy.

Eddie knew the word, knew what it was supposed to look like, but he knew nothing about how to care for someone who had it, and by the looks of it, neither did their coach, who looked more spooked than a startled cat.

Someone was dispatched to get the nurse and call the hospital, and Eddie felt oddly helpless. He didn’t know Harrington past reputation and probably couldn’t care less about the guy. But something about seeing him like this was twisting his insides up like a pretzel, and he wondered if anyone else felt the same way.

By the time the nurse came rushing in, rambling about an ambulance being on its way, Steve had fallen still, his eyes fully closed, his hair soaked in sweat, and his basketball shorts soaked with urine. That last thing should have been something to laugh about, but Eddie only felt sick as he was shuffled away with the rest to watch as Steve was placed on a stretcher and carried away minutes later.

There was no grand speech that day of fallen kings but rather a quiet murmuring among the students who wondered about the golden boy. Since when did he have epilepsy?

Steve spent a week away from school, and that week's rumors and gossip were enough to make Eddie’s rage boil. While the majority of the school was curious, and some genuinely worried about the King’s condition, others were anything but concerned. Tommy H., who had once been Steve’s best friend and sidekick, used every opportunity to remind people how Steve had pissed himself like a little kid, and the obnoxious group that hung out with him all laughed along like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Some people were also the ignorant type, the kind who believed something was wrong with the guy. Like he was the devil incarnate instead of someone with academically proven medical issues.

And a few, a very small few, scowled and wished that Steve had choked on his own tongue. Because wouldn’t that just be the best? Like all of their problems would be solved if the guy who once showed them up during a game died. Ridiculous.

Their words were enough to make Eddie regret being part of the human race, and his dislike for the guy started to dwindle as he listened to them.

Was the guy really the King if his subjects so quickly dismissed him? Did Steve realize just how many of his so-called friends were ready to stab him in the back?

Maybe he did.

When Steve came back, everything changed. Steve no longer sought out the attention of his peers or his teachers. He sat through biology in his seat next to Eddie and not once made a smart remark. When he saw him at lunch, Steve was sitting by himself instead of his usual group of jocks and chicks. At one point, Nancy and Jonathan approached, which wasn’t too unusual, as their paths did cross occasionally at school. But what was weird was that Steve left the table only a minute later, tossing his lunch, tray and all, into the garbage.

Now, everyone knew that Steve still liked Nancy. Despite being dumped, no one had ever seen Steve dismiss her when they spoke. So something was wrong, extremely wrong if Steve was acting out so unpredictably.

A week passed, and the rumors and comments eased as new gossip flourished, but still, Steve remained quiet and avoided everyone.

At least he’d gone a week without another seizure, though.

Oops, he may have spoken too soon, Eddie realized as he glanced over in biology and saw Steve’s hands shaking. Panic spiked in his chest, and he waited with bated breath for Steve to start seizing.

But he didn’t. Steve just sat there, eyes flicking over the blackboard as he smoothed a crease in his book and set his pencil down before tucking his shaking hands under his armpits. That… worked? Somehow Steve didn’t end up on the floor, and although the incessant tapping of his foot that started up was more than annoying, Eddie was grateful to not witness another episode he’d have no way of stopping.

Now, Eddie still didn’t like Steve or know him enough to care, but he felt that at least one person in their school should know how to help if Steve had an episode. So he went to the library, checked out every medical book with epilepsy listed in their index, and spent the weekend reading over them.

The next time Steve started seizing, Eddie wasn’t going to be stuck feeling helpless.

It took a while for that next time to come, though. He tried to keep an eye out for any early warning signs, but he only had gym, biology, and lunch with him, not to mention that he clearly wasn’t Steve’s babysitter, so he wasn’t going to be devoting his every second to looking after him.

When it finally happened, it wasn’t in biology, gym, or lunch. Instead, it happened at a school assembly reviewing things like safety measures and fire drills. Eddie was going out of his mind with boredom, so when a commotion started a couple rows away, he was grateful for the break in the monotony. Until he realized what the fuss was about.

Steve was seizing again, and from the panicked cries, it was bad.

In seconds, Eddie had vaulted over the legs of the student next to him, rushing to Steve’s side and yelling at people to stand back. He was surprised when they actually listened. Steve’s eyelids were fluttering, and as he started jerking around harder, a slight whine left his mouth. Eddie quickly clocked his watch and snapped at someone to help him, and together he and one of the band geeks had Steve lifted out of the chair and placed on the ground in the gently sloped aisle. He wasn’t close enough to hit any of the chairs now, and Eddie stripped out of his jean jacket, folding it up and slipping it under Steve’s head to cushion it as it started whacking against the floor.

“It’s alright, Harrington. It’ll be over soon.” He murmured, soothing him gently as the boy whimpered in pain. He wasn’t unconscious this time, and Eddie almost wished he was, if only to not have to listen to his cries. He kept talking to him, paying no attention to the sound of the other students being shooed out of the room or the teachers as they talked about ambulances and notifying Steve’s parents.

A puddle grew beneath Steve’s body, soaking into the ugly school carpet, and Eddie shushed him as he whined. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Steve. I promise.”

The seizure lasted just past three minutes, and Steve managed only a drowsy incredulous glance at Eddie before he fell asleep from pure exhaustion.

Surprisingly, he was right back to school the next day, and no one was more shocked than Eddie when the king came up to him. “Uh, hey.”

“Hey.” Eddie echoed slowly, closing his locker. “What’s up, Harrington?”

“I just… Thanks, man. For yesterday.” Steve said, looking awkward and fidgety.

Was he expecting him to mock him after the fact? Eddie just shrugged, smiling as he patted Steve’s shoulder. “Anytime, Harrington.” He moved to walk away when Steve grabbed his arm.

“How did you know?” The basketball player asked. “No one else knows how.”

Eddie nearly didn’t give him a straight answer, but then he reconsidered. Ever since that first seizure, Steve had been labeled as a freak, and if there was one thing Eddie refused to do, it was to further isolate a fellow outcast.

“I read up on it. Someone should make sure you don’t break your head open against the gym floor.” He told the king, and the way Steve looked at him with such surprise was almost heartbreaking. “Really, anytime, Harrington.”

Somehow, that started a new friendship that Eddie never ever expected to form. They weren’t immediate best friends or anything, but now they shared amused glances in biology, teamed up for dodgeball in gym, and occasionally conversed with each other in the lunch line, even though they didn’t sit at the same table.

They started talking with each other before school started and sometimes sought each other out after if they weren’t busy with their extracurriculars. Then a random comment about Eddie's bike had Steve picking him up for school most mornings. Eddie ragged on Steve’s music choices in the car, and Steve picked on his in return when he brought his own cassettes to listen to. Before long, Eddie was completely comfortable calling Steve a good friend, a close friend even, as Steve started to open up about his epilepsy and the struggle to find the right medications and dosage.

Eddie started to better recognize the signs of a seizure and the varying degrees of severity they appeared in. He helped Steve through one particularly rough patch where a new medication wreaked havoc on him and most days left him feeling sick and weak.

Steve started to join him and their fellow ‘freaks’ at lunch, and even though he didn’t care about their DnD discussions, he didn’t mock them for it. In fact, he admitted that the kids he babysat were obsessed with the game, so he knew more about it than anyone expected him to.

He became good friends with most of Eddie’s lost little sheep, and soon he became someone that all of them could count on when the mockery directed at them became biting and harsh. He might not have jumped into a fight with fists flying, but he had a sharper tongue than Eddie ever thought to give him credit for and a penchant for knowing exactly what buttons to push to shut someone up. Eddie took notes of his best comebacks to use for his latest campaign.

Their friendship was unlikely, but Eddie soon considered him his best friend. So when Eddie walked into the locker room after basketball practice, brushing shoulders with Billy Hargrove in the doorway, he was quick to recognize the signs of a seizure in Steve.

His friend was sitting on the bench, staring off into the distance, gaze blank. His hands were twitching just slightly, and Eddie moved to sit down next to him. It was just a small seizure, nothing major to worry about, and not the type of seizure he could do much about. But he could keep his friend company.

But the seizure didn’t stop after a few seconds like these kinds usually did, and Eddie started to grow worried. “Steve? Hey, Steve? Come on, big boy. I don’t like this.” He said, moving to get in front of Steve, setting his hands on his shoulders. “Snap out of it, Steve!”

He did. With a jerk, Steve inhaled sharply. His eyes finally met Eddie’s, and he blinked a few times before speaking. “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay?” Eddie repeated, and when Steve only nodded, he threw his hands up in the air. “Then what the hell was that?!” He shouted. “You’re not supposed to seize that long with that kind!”

Steve suddenly looked tired, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t an episode, Eddie. Geez, stop yelling, will you?”

“Then what was that?!” Eddie asked, still too loud, judging by Steve’s flinch. He toned it down. “Seriously, man. Are you okay?”

Steve nodded, but his hand was shaking as he lowered it. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little…” He made a vague motion with his hand.

“Wow. That’s very aptly said, Harrington.” Eddie snarked and relaxed a little when Steve responded by giving him the stink eye.

“Billy Hargrove was just being a jerk, okay? I overreacted to something he said, that’s all.” Steve explained when Eddie didn’t break eye contact.

“What did he say?” Eddie asked. Steve wasn’t known as someone who took a bully’s threats to heart, and if Billy managed to send him into some sort of panic attack over something, then it had to be something bad.

Steve was quiet for a minute before answering. “He said the next time I showed him up on the court, he’d give me more than just brain damage.”

“More than just… Steve, are you saying..?” Eddie didn’t want to believe it, didn’t even want to say it.

“Yeah, it was him.” The former king answered. “That fight I got into after Halloween? Everyone thought it had to be Jonathan because of Nancy and all… But it was Billy. It’s what started the seizures and everything.” He said with a sigh.

“Man, that’s…” Eddie slowly sat back down. “That’s like legitimately horrifying, dude.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, it is.” He agreed, sounding close to tears as he covered his face.

Eddie was quiet for a moment as he let Steve regain some composure. “So what are you going to do? Because I think that after everything he’s done to you, you should give him hell.”

Steve looked at him, and a corner of his mouth lifted just a bit. “You know what? I think I’m going to do just that.” He decided, and Eddie grinned wickedly as he clapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s the spirit, Harrington!”

When Steve dribbled circles around Billy in the next game, the entire Hellfire club was in the stands, cheering him on. And if, after the match, Billy Hargrove came after Steve, well, Eddie would make sure that he regretted it.

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Whumptober #7: The Way You Shake And Shiver

Option: Shaking hands.

The Captain sat in the abandoned galley, nursing a drink and staring out the port window at the stars slowly gliding past.

The mission had gone awfully, three dead and multiple injured currently laying in the infirmary while all the captain had to show were a few scrapes and bruises. It could have been avoided if he had just-

"Mind if I join you?" The engineer said, appearing from apparently nowhere. The captain startled and turned to face them. The engineers recoiled slightly, and the Captain caught his reflection in the metal table. He looked dreadful.

"Sure." He smiled, trying to put on a façade.

"You don't have to do that." The engineer sat opposite. "Your hands have been shaking since you got back."

The captain looked down, noticing the small flecks of liquid that had been shaken from the tumbler in his trembling hands.

"If I didn't stall-"

"Then the outcome wouldn't have been any different. The crew know the risks."

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #the way you shake and shiver #shaking hands #angst #worry #anxiety #emotional whump #cuts and bruises #comfort #drinking #no.7

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Hello, I spotted that you have "Seizures" as one of your prompts and are encouraging people to tag their fics with said prompt. Could I request you change it to "SeizureFic" (all one word)? Seizure is used as both a community tag for Actually Disabled People to talk about their experiences, and sometimes as a trigger warning tag for photosensitive folks. If you could apply the same logic to the other prompts based on disabilities that would be good too. I'm sure you can agree that the community and safety tags being overrun by fanfic from non-disabled people would be bad! Thank You for your time.

Hi, thank you for bringing this to our attention! We'll address this now.

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Whumptober #7- The way you Shake and shiver

His heart hammered against his chest, he dammed it for being so loud in his ears. It stopped him from hearing anything in the dark hallway. It was the only thing he could hope for, to listen for that monster since he couldn’t see in the dark. The dapper pressed his back against the cold, stone hallway. A shaking hand clamps over his mouth, stopping the shaking breathing to come out of him. The littlest of sounds will give away his position, and he’s come so far…

“Come out, come out, little puppet.” The glitch like voice echoes around him. “I know you’re still here.”

The tremors keep growing, now spreading through his entire frame. Now both hands press against his mouth to stop any small noises escaping from his mouth. Panic was soon clouding his judgment, if he got caught he might as well be dead. Jameson had tried everything to get out of this prison, but none of his time magic worked against whatever dark magic this was. He wasn’t even sure if he was in the same dimension— if he were, Marvin would’ve located him by now…

“Oh, Jameson~” The demon called out for him, his voice coming from the end of the hallway, and yet, Jameson’s panicked, sapphire irises could not see him. Not even perceive his presence. “There is no point in hiding. I can hear your heartbeat.” A whimper finally slips between his lips, and Jameson can’t help but to start moving again, sloppily feeling the wall to guide him in the darkness. “I can feel your body shaking… and shivering. Oh, how I like the way you shake and shiver.”

He needs to escape, he needs to leave. He needs to warn Marvin and the institution.

“I can smell the sweat pooling on your brow… the stench of fear you carry is delicious.” The demon continued in a guttural voice, sounding closer. And it only made Jameson panic even more.

Someone help me… Marvin, please…

“I can see… Everything.” Anti whispered right into Jameson’s ear, the hot air sending tremors and chills down his spine, and making his knees buckle under his own weight. The dapper gasps in despair, beginning to crawl backwards and away from the dark figure looming over him. Three green toxic eyes shinning bright in the void they found themselves. Sharp canines revealed themselves when the monster smiled widely.

Words of please for caught in Jameson’s throat. He wanted to plead, not for his life no, plead for his friend to come find him. To come for him, but not even his name got past the giant knot in his throat. Tears surprised him when they spill down his cheeks without permission, and now he can’t stop them.

“So, you’re the one that wanted to put me away.” The demon chuckles and soon starts cackling maniacally. “A silly human like you can’t contain the likes of me.” He then lunges forward, fully pinning the dapper down while his clawed hand took a tight grip on his jaw. “Let’s see what the future holds up for us, shall we?”

The demon then takes both his hands, pressing them on each side of Jameson’s head before taking his thumbs and harshly squeezing his temples. Jameson kicks the air, twisting his body to get the monster to let him go but soon starts screaming in excruciating pain. In his head, images of people he had never met before flash like an old timey movie, and he knows the demon is watching.

There’s Marvin, yes

But there’s also some sort of hero dressed in all red… a man with a grey hat, a device in his hand he can’t really recognize. And a doctor…?

Though, the images vanished as fast as they appeared and Jameson was back in the dark rooms. Everything spun around him, and he felt himself fading away from the conscious word. Not even the strings burning themselves into his flesh were able to keep him awake.

“Thank you, puppet, for making everything so much easier for me. Now I just have to go find Marvin and this little group of people and get them out of my way.”

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The Way You Shake & Shiver

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The Coruscant Guard has Force Visions every night. From who or why they’ll never know. But when they close their eyes, they see General Anakin Skywalker leading their brothers in blue against the Jedi Temple, leaving bodies in their wake. The General’s eyes are yellow.

And if it isn’t him they see, the abomination of cloth and steel that calls itself Darth Vader haunts their dreams. They see the crimes he commits through their own eyes, and yet they never move to stop him. They watch him snap the necks of those they love and those they hate.

They tell no one, of course. But sometimes you can see the symptoms…

Dogma’s gone. Tup may have been folded into Torrent, surrounded by brothers who know and love him, but nothing will change that fact. Rex sometimes sees Tup, smiling wide, turning to share the moment with someone who isn’t there. He catches the flash of bone-deep hurt on Tup’s face before it blends into a more subdued, tight smile.

Tup’s got batchmates in the Coruscant Guard. It’s his first leave on Coruscant and he wants them to be there for his first visit to 79’s. But none of them can make it. They’ve all got patrol, no free time at all, and Rex knew Fox was a hard taskmaster, but this was insane.

“Come on, Fox,” he scolded. “Let them have one night off, you hardnose.”

Fox is more grim-faced than ever, arms tightly folded over his chest. His mouth is a hard thin line. “You called me to complain about scheduling?”

“Tup’s lost his whole original squad. He could use some time with his batchmates. Surely their desks won’t complain if they’re gone for a few hours.”

Fox looked like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind. “Fine.”

Rex grinned, “Thanks, Fox. Knew I could count on you. It was lovely chatting, but duty calls.”

There’s a glimpse of disappointment on Fox’s face and Rex feels a flare of anger. What does Fox have to be disappointed about? He’s got the nice cushy job where no one ever dies. It’s not Rex’s fault he doesn’t have time for lengthy chats over the holo. And it’s not like Fox ever reaches out.

The anger quickly vanishes at Fox’s tender smile. “It was good talking with you. Talk again soon?”

“Maybe if you can bare to part from your desk for a while, sure,” Rex teased. “You’ll know where I’ll be.”

Still, Rex wasn’t expecting Fox to accompany his shinies to 79’s. It’s nice, talking with his older brother as Tup caught up with his batchmates.

“Mind if I sit here?”

The whole table fell silent. The CG shinies were openly staring. They’re probably gobsmacked to meet the Hero With No Fear in person since they have time to watch all those holovids. Honestly, Rex is miffed to see Anakin here. You come to 79’s to get away from it all, including the Jedi. But he’s not going to tell Anakin that.

“Sure,” Rex shrugged and Anakin slid into the end booth.

The shinies are craning their necks to get a good look at him, but Rex noted they looked a bit pale. Fox leaned forward to stare intently into Anakin’s eyes. “They’re blue,” he said evenly.

Anakin frowned. “Um, yeah?”

Fox leaned back and casually swirled his drink. The silence stretched on and Tup looked back and forth between his brothers and his general, just as confused as Rex.

“Don’t everyone talk at once,” Anakin joked. He frowned again and gestured to one of the shinies. “You alright, trooper? You’re shaking pretty badly.”

Now that Rex was looking, he could see all shinies were shaking. “Nothing sir,” the one stammered out. “Just cold.”

Anakin was getting agitated. “Look, don’t lie to me. This place is roasting even by my standards, so what-”

“We’ve heard rumors, sir,” Fox said smoothly, “of a new Sith on Coruscant.”

“Nonsense!” Anakin said. “We’d know if there was.”

Fox shrugged. “They’re just rumors, sir. A humanoid made of black metal and cloth with a strange helmet who reminds you of Grievous when he speaks and has a red lightsaber. Calls himself Darth Vader. Do you know anyone like that?”

Anakin shook his head. “Is that what’s got you all worked up? There is no ‘Darth Vader’.”

Fox rubbed his neck. “Of course, sir. Forgive my men; ghost stories always seem more real after a shift in the lower levels.”

Rex and Tup both know that’s not it, but Anakin seemed content with the explanation. “I’m sure there’s ways to make a stolen lightsaber red, but the thing you’ve got to look for is the eyes. The Sith, they’ve got yellow eyes.”

The shinies started to shake even worse and Rex rolled his eyes. What a bunch of scared tookas; good thing they were Guard. They’d never last a day in battle.

From the corner of his eye, Rex saw a disgruntled Obi-Wan enter the bar. The rest of the patrons were starting to get annoyed by the incursion into their sacred space and Rex desperately hoped Anakin would get the hint. Obi-Wan spied them and shouted over the din. “Anakin. Meeting. Now!”

Anakin rolled his eyes and stood with a groan. “Pleasure meeting you all, but duty calls.” He left his drink at the table and Rex wondered if he was going to have to pay for that. The whole table watched Anakin leave and slowly conversation returned.

“Be careful with that one,” Fox said softly. “I’ve got a bad feeling about him.”

Rex bristled. “Anakin is a good general.”

Fox sighed. “You always were loyal. But tell me, if his eyes ever started to go yellow, would you still follow him?”

“They won’t.” Rex said, biting back his anger at the suggestion.

“Alright, alright,” Fox placated. “It wasn’t a fair question. We’re clones; we’re supposed to follow orders. You don’t, you’re dead and everyone you knew gets put through the wringer.” Fox stared at his hands. “I just wonder at what point you stop and say, ‘No, I won’t.’”

“If it’s wrong,” Rex said firmly.

“But how do you know if it’s wrong if you’re general holds all the cards?”

That hit too close to home and Fox knew it. Rex stood abruptly. “This conversation is over,” he growled out. Tup jerked his head up to look at him, confused, and Rex forced a smile. “Duty calls, but you boys have a fun night.”

Rex was halfway to the door when Fox called out. “I love you, Rex.”

Such words of brotherly affection weren’t all that uncommon at 79’s, but Fox hadn’t been drinking. “Love you to, you sheb.” Rex yelled back. There was drunken laughter all over the bar in response. Rex’s looked back at Fox one last time to see Fox watching him with despair, his hands shaking with the telltale signs of an adrenaline crash.

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #the way you shake and shiver #star wars #fic #clone wars #clone trooper tup #captain rex #commander fox #anakin skywalker #clonetober2022 #night out

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Whumptober 2022 ficlet

Day Seven | The way you shake and shiver

Shaking hands | Silent Panic Attack

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(continued from Day 5)

All Knuckles knew was that he’d awoken some time later in a frenzy, and immediately felt flooded with a NEED to be outside of this place. Once he’d managed to get his legs beneath himself he proceeded back—not through the most direct, but the most walkable route—towards an exit out of Hydrocity.

Only one chamber—one of the submerged current tunnels—ended up being impassable without continuing straight through the water. It left Knuckles shocked how, simply stepping up to the pool’s edge somehow dropped him to his knees in a panic.

He couldn’t do it. Not right now.

Several minutes passed before he managed to calm himself, and scrape himself off the floor to try a different route.

‘City’ wasn’t quite an accurate translation, but it did convey the scale of this place. Hydrocity was a massive winding network. Knuckles knew it well, but right now he was struggling to find his way through. Would this path lead him to another submerged room? He couldn’t remember. In the end he did find a way out, but it wasn’t the exit he’d been searching for.

In each zone he made sure to keep a stash or two of practical supplies—the sheer size of his island demanded it. The closest stash to him now was housed just inside the eastern grand entrance to Hydrocity—the one he most often passed through. He’d come out the North side.

It took Knuckles another ten minutes to drag himself round through the forest to that entrance. Once inside, he located the large chest where his items were stored, and crouched before it. First he fished out an old woven blanket, and wrapped it around himself. Warmth from sunshine above had helped a little, but he’d been shivering since he woke up. It took a bit of searching through the heap of stuff, but eventually Knuckles fished out the small yellow radio he’d been looking for. He placed it on the ground, and took the mic, but his hands were shaking so terribly, it was a struggle to do the rest. He was thankful that it did switch on and power up easily, but adjusting the dials to the correct frequencies took several tries. He’d never really liked this version of their comms. He did better with the simple dialing system.

When he finally thought he had the signal in right, Knuckles raised the mic, and just… faltered for a moment. The danger was over. Did he really need to make this call? Was it worth worrying them when he was fine? He agonized over the decision for several seconds, until finally the shaking rattled his hands so badly he dropped the mic. It surprised Knuckles into the realization that maybe, actually… he was a lot less okay than he thought.

He picked the mic back up, and rather than speaking pressed the button he knew would just send a call tone instead. It played quietly on his end. Knuckles closed his eyes. He leaned back against the chest and waited. It rang for a long time. Two minutes, maybe more. He’d already assumed it was playing to an empty room—or maybe the frequency was wrong—and began considering whether he remembered anyone else’s frequency, when the tone finally stopped and a voice came on. “Knuckles! Shit. Sorry! I was outside. I thought… aren’t we meeting tomorrow for the bridge fixing thing… don’t tell me I marked it wrong on the calender.” Knuckles opened his mouth to reply and immediately descended into a violent coughing fit. “Woah, hey. Knux, you okay? Are you… sick?”Knuckles coughed a couple more times before he managed to speak. Sonic did wait for his reply. “Not… ogh-hark-gh gh …not sick.” “No…? What’s going on?” “I… need some… help…” Knuckles felt really tired again. He probably shouldn’t have closed his eyes. “Help? You got it. On my way. What’s happening bud?” “Hmm… I’m cold.”“You’re… cold? Are you out in Ice Cap?” In the background, Knuckles heard a door open and close, and then some harsh whispering. He only caught a bit of it, but definitely the words, “spin-up… …rnado… …go now.”Sonic spoke again. “Knuckles, where are you now? Are you somewhere in Ice Cap?” “Ngh-ngh. No… hh-hydro…city.” Knuckles might have imagined it, but he thought he heard Sonic mutter ‘fuuuuck’ under his breath. Either way he sort of agreed with the sentiment. “Where in Hydrocity Knuckles? You know I don’t know my way around that zone too well.” “Not inside… anymore. Wait…no, I am… um… east side. big hall. It’s the entrance. He could definitely hear a propeller sound thrumming in the background now. And another voice—Tails—saying something, though he couldn’t make it out. His shivering hadn’t really improved much despite the blanket. He curled over on his side, as the chill got worse. He really wanted to sleep. “I’m… tired.” “What? No, no, don’t do that. Don’t go to sleep. Don’t… Knuckles I need you to tell me what happened. Please? Can you do that?” Knuckles groaned. He wanted to say no. “Okay… Yes. I…I…” Oh… why was this hard to say… “Uh…I… almost drowned.” Sonic did not reply for a long time after that. Eventually Knuckles heard Tails say something forcefully in the background, and then Sonic was back.

“You’re… are you safe now?” “Mm..yeah… Not near the water anymore.” “Okay. Alright. Good. Are you—what’s that Tails? Oh. Yeah, yeah, okay… that’s yeah… Knuckles… you said your near the entrance? Is that right?” “Mm-hmm. Yeah. Where I keep the… the stuff. “Okay. Listen… I need you to go outside. Can you do that?” “Nghh… just wanna sleep.” “Yes. Yeah, I know. You’re sleepy but… but it’s a gorgeous day out here, ‘kay? You don’t wanna miss it. Can you just—” “—M’tired.” “Knuckles. I know. Please, just… stand up. Walk outside. It’s warm. Find a sunny spot to sit down—” “—Lay down.” “Fine. Lay down. That’s fine.” “Grr…okay Sonic.” “Good. Go warm up. You’ll be okay. We’ll be there soon.”

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #the way you shake and shiver #sonic the hedgehog #fic #Continued from DAY 5 #1000 words #shaking hands #silent panic attack #knuckles the echidna #sonic & knuckles #Double Vision prequel

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