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actress4him · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 1 - Querencia

This is the next chapter of Querencia, directly following Park Day!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps , @bookworm2107

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

Contains: dude whump, lady whump, team whump, superheroes and villains, head injuries, unconsciousness, kidnapping, restraints, noncon drugging, referenced homelessness, implied torture, death mention

Liliana is first aware of a sharp headache in her temple. Waking up with a headache is hardly unusual, she’s used to sleeping on asphalt and hard-packed dirt with not enough food or water in her system. But something in her gut is screaming wrong, something that makes her open her eyes instead of rolling over and trying to go back to sleep past the pain like usual.

She’s not in an alleyway. She’s also not in her new room at the warehouse. She doesn’t know where she is, which has her immediately sitting up, though she regrets it when her head pounds and the unfamiliar room sways around her. Squeezing her eyes shut again, she puts a hand to the side of her head and waits for everything to settle.

“Lili! You’re awake! Are you okay?”

Blinking, she looks for the source of the voice. It’s Nari, sitting a few feet away with Jamil, a smear of dried blood across her upper lip. And Alex…he’s lying nearby, and looks like he’s asleep. Or…unconscious? She refuses to think of the third option.

“I’m…I’m okay, just…” She pulls her hand down into her lap quickly. “H-headache. What, what happened? Where are we, i-i-is…is A-alex okay?”

“He’s unconscious,” Jamil responds, looking over at him anxiously. “Like you were. Hopefully he’ll wake up soon.”

“We’re not really sure what happened.” Nari shifts, and Liliana’s eyes are drawn to the handcuffs linking her right wrist to the chain link that makes up one wall of the ‘room’ they’re in. Something about that isn’t right, but her mind is swirling too much to pinpoint what it is yet. “Um…last we remember was being in the car and…hitting something, maybe? And swerving off the road. Then we woke up here.”

Right. The car wreck, she remembers that now. “I-I-I think…I think I h-heard people…talking. I don’t, um, don’t remember w-what they said.”

“Well, we all know that we make enemies in our line of work.” Nari drops her voice low, as if someone might be listening. “And this has to be about that. But…the question is, how did they know it was us?”

“I told you, it has to be Luna.” Jamil doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds small, and scared, like he did right after waking up from being mind controlled. “We knew she was going to pull something like this sooner or later.”

Liliana’s eyes dart around the room, trying to decide what type of building they’re in, even though she’s sure Nari and Jamil have gone over all those possibilities already. It seems like a storage area of some kind, though the part they’re in has been cleared out. The walls are concrete block, other than the one that’s chain link fence with a door in the center. Through the fencing she can see stacks of boxes, and maybe another area like the one they’re in, too. It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim lighting.

“W-wait, where’s…?” She twists, looking behind her, making sure she hasn’t missed him somewhere. Her ribs twinge, even more of them sore now than the one she’d healed. “Where’s Quinn?”

The expressions that come over both Nari and Jamil’s faces put an immediate knot in her stomach. They don’t get a chance to answer, though, because it’s at that moment that Alex groans and begins to stir. He’s handcuffed to the fencing, too, and so is Jamil. She’s the only one not restrained. Maybe they figured she didn’t look like a threat. They’d be right about that.

“Alex, dude! You had me worried, are you okay?”

Nari nudges Jamil with her elbow. “Give him a second to wake up, Jay.”

Groaning again, Alex scrubs at his stubbled face with his free hand. “Man, my head. I must have gotten hit with something big.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Letting his arm flop back to the ground, he picks up his head and squints at Nari. “Three.”

She nods and drops her own hand. “Yep. You’ll be okay. Just take it easy for now.”

“Um…” Alex rolls his head from side to side and tugs at his restraints a little. “Why are we in a dungeon and why am I handcuffed?”

Jamil lifts his shoulders up toward his ears. “We…got kidnapped?”

“What? How did somebody manage that?” He’s still pulling at his trapped wrist. “Wait, better question, why can’t I break the handcuffs?”

“Same reason I can’t.” Nari jingles her own set with a frustrated huff, and it finally clicks with Liliana why her being restrained felt so weird. They’re made of metal. Nari should be able to bend those to her will with little thought or effort.

“They’ve apparently done something to our powers,” Jamil explains. “I can’t replicate or anything, either. I don’t know if it’s something in the room, or if they drugged us, or what.”

“Great.”

Nari turns a thoughtful look on her. “If it’s drugs, I wonder if they gave it to you, too, Lili. I mean…most people don’t even know that you’re a part of the team, much less what you do.”

“Luna knows,” Jamil mumbles.

“I could, um…I c-could try healing someone? Alex’s head, m-maybe?”

“Guys!” Everyone’s attention turns back to Alex. “Where’s Quinn?”

Those same expressions are back. Jamil runs his free hand nervously through his curls, and Nari stares down at her lap. Liliana automatically starts fidgeting with her gloves without even knowing what’s going on.

“We don’t know.” Nari’s voice is never that quiet and unsure. “He, um…he wasn’t here when we woke up. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him.”

Everything falls silent. The severity and terror of the situation is finally sinking in for Liliana, making her stomach churn.

Is he hurt? Is he dead? Are they doing something horrible to him right this very second? Who are these people, and what do they want from them? And how are they going to get out of here if none of the heroes can use their powers?

“I’m…I’m sure he’s okay,” Nari begins tentatively. “He’s…the leader, they probably…just…”

A loud, strangled scream tears down the hallway and echoes through the room.

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vingtiemes · 9 months

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"Ashley," he tries, again, even though he's quite sure the more senior reporter won't listen to him any more a second time than he did the first, "I'm fine, I promise!"

Tintin looks very far from fine. The dark circles under his eyes are the least concerning thing about him; a thick gash on his left temple is still bleeding lazily, with smaller cuts on his nose and right cheek, telltale circular marks around both his wrists rubbed raw.

"The important thing is," he begins, "they've been arrested and they won't be hurting anyone else. I'd meant to start the story now, right when I got back," he continues, at least having the decency to look somewhat sheepish, "but then... well, I suppose I must've just closed my eyes for a moment, and..."

It's not a very good explanation for why @varyingly had stumbled across the boy reporter passed out in the newsroom at three o'clock in the morning, but the expression on Tintin's face is nothing but honest. || starter call!

#ic.#verse one.#dynamic [ash.]#dynamic [ashley williams.]#blood tw #injury tw #unconsciousness tw #kidnapping tw #[ooc] sorry ash... tintin may be a wunderkind but he's also an absolute idiot... news at 11...#[ooc] i hope this is okay i can change anything and everything!!!

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whiteboywhump · 4 months

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drugged

The Childe (2023) || Fleisch (2008)

The 100 (2x11) || Labyrinth (2012)

90210 (S5 E9) || Money Heist (E?)

Two Against Death (E6 2016) || Damien (S1E6)

#whump #gif #male whump #whump gif #unconscious #captive whumpee #drugged whump #tw drugged

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saintshigaraki · 6 months

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yes yes yes canon sukuna would no doubt just be sadistic sadistic in bed but the sukuna in my head is sadistic in . in a way where he gets off on making you so so vulnerable. oh you hate him? you hate him so much? look at you though, cumming and cumming and cumming for him. on his fingers, on his tongue, on his cock. you just can't seem to stop. oh it's starting to hurt? you hate him you hate him you hate him? its just too much? you can't fucking stand him? looks like he hasn't tired you out just yet, but he will.

#he fucks you unconscious. a lot #noncon tw #yandere tw #vicspeaks

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pillowspace · 7 months

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human disguise au doodles made in whiteboard fox because ibispaint wasn't working

#its 5am as i schedule these for the morning so consider me entirely unconscious rn #pillowspace art #human disguise au #dca fandom #dca au #sundrop #moondrop #dca x reader #dca x y/n #sun x reader #sun x y/n #moon x y/n if you squint #dca y/n #y/n insert #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #cw blood #tw blood #i HOPE im unconscious when this posts. i want sleep

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jung-shook-iieee · 1 year

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3:15 | JJK

⊶ pairing : jungkook x venom x reader. (f)

⊶ Warnings : cw: 18+ , alien sex? Not technically lol, unprotected sex, creampies, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, stalking, mention of eating people.. Yikes *, overstimulation.

⊶ Word count : 1.4k

" Jungkook and venom really likes you. "

⊶ A/N : venom is scary. Isn't he? 👀

⊶ A/N2 : don't ask me why I wrote this I mean i was just watching an edit of jk x venom and in the next few moment I started writing this. Hehe :)

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Jungkook and his alien buddy aka venom doesn't know if that is love.

They only know that you make their heart beats fast every time they see you; they know that their palms start to sweat when they watch you smile at men who are not them; they both know why their stomach stops growling when your eyes meet by sheer coincidence and they know their cocks gets hard when they silently watch you sleep, hiding in the darkness of your bedroom.

Even though jungkook's body accepted the symbiote but still venom needed permission from his higher ups to stay here a bit longer.

You won't believe how strongly jungkook and the symbiote had built their relationship over a short period of time. They were one after all.

They both followed you around town while you ran errands in that nice short sundress and picturing how you were wearing nothing underneath. They would learned the streets and routes you took when you went out shopping with your friends, the stores you liked best, the dishes you preferred to eat when you went out to lunch with them, the drinks you loved to sip on warm afternoons. They watched as you turned away men who approached you on the way home, the ones who whistled at you - and wasn't it quite mysterious why those men disappeared the next day?

And there's no way you would know that the symbiote ate them alive after you left. Right? :)

And they weren't always this crazy about you. They weren't even aware of your existence until that day. The day when you were going home back and you were drunk, some old perverts tried to molest you. You surely did not remember them, but the moment jungkook laid his eyes on you he lost it, and so did venom. They helped you did not they? Venom munched on their livers in front of you and you weren't even scared of that..!! That's how they knew you were the one.

But jungkook did not wanted to take risk so he asked venom not to do something stupid, which might scare you away.

But then why in the middle of the night you feel yourself being dragged out of your bed by a strange presence??? It must be your dreams, those filthy dreams which can not be converted into reality right? But the grip on your hips were too strong to be a dream.

Jungkook sometimes fail to resist you, he's a human after all! and venom would only ignite his filthy thoughts about you , so they both sneak in your room and sometimes he let venom take control.....!!!!

Jungkook easily lifts you by the waist. he rips off your panties with his thick fingers, his chest is hard as he pulls you toward him, and a thick cock begins to rub between your folds.

"we're gonna make you feel so good princess. " Venom speaks inside jungkook's mind and jungkook mumbled a ' yes. '

" She's ours gguk, make her ours. " Venom growls over jungkook's shoulders, jungkook nodded his head, " She's mine, she's ours. "

it certainly can't be a dream, right? not when your cunt is completely soaked and jungkook starts hissing in frustration when his thick cock doesn't fit your tight slit.

your head falls back as the thick tip of his cock rubs between your slick folds and brushed against your nub.

" Just fuck her goddam kid. " Venom grumbles impatiently.

" Shut up V. We don't want to wake her up now. It's too risky. " Jungkook warned venom.

" Then let her see us, feel us. Let me out I'll take her. " Venom said impatiently inside jungkook's head. Jungkook knew you would not be able to take the symbiote for sure, he would have to prep you for that first.

" No we can't do that right now, fuck fine wait. " Jungkook frowned and he slammed his inside you making you whimper in your sleep. You arched your back and opened your mouth slightly.

"feels good, doesn't it, pretty baby?" Jungkook asks clutching your hips and using you like a fleshlight.

your sloppy cunt makes obscene noises as you are rocked back and forth, your nails scratch his thick arms, and as you reach the edge you gush onto his long shaft.

his chest slowly rises and falls, Beel feels so frustrated. your sweet cunt is too tight for his monstrous cock - damn it, by dint of grinding his head into your slit he'll end up cumming even before he has tasted your smooth walls.

" Ahh. Sto-p." you sob, looking between your thighs, with blurry eyes, slick of pre-cum mixed with your cream coats his huge cock, sliding over your thighs and down your legs.

" Don't stop gguk she's desperate for us. You cannot stop. " Jungkook nods and bites lower lip as started thrusting faster inside you.

Venom increased jungkook's dick size inside you and you can't get enough of it. Your eyes we're teary you could clearly make the difference between a dream and reality but you couldn't utter any word. You weren't pushing him away either and that made jungkook confused

Jungkook holds you firmly under your knees before spreading your legs wide and taking a deep breath. "you smell good and i'm sure you taste even better," he licks his lips before lining you up on his cock.

"Yes she smells divine jeon, the next time I'm eating her out till she faints. " Venom said over jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook only laughed at that.

his cock bullies its way into your slit. he stretches and spreads your cunt inch by inch. you cream when he's half inside, making his job easier.

You moan and cry out as his big hands hold you firmly, . his fat cock throbs inside your slit - in the darkness of the room you can glimpse the outline of his cock in your belly. it makes you feel dirty and aroused, being used as a toy by that creature or human as if you were made just to satisfy those huge, hungry beasts.

Jungkook knows venom is making his dick too big for you, but nothing can stop him, not now that your pretty pussy tightens around his fat girth. his cock throbs as he thrusts deep into it, his balls finally hitting your ass as he begins to bounce you on his veiny shaft.

he tosses you up and down on his veiny cock clutching you behind your knees, holding you wide open as you scream and cum - and he thrusts even deeper, making you come again and again.

" She's such a good girl," Venom murmurs in jungkook's ear as your legs dangle over his forearms. you could cum again just from the position, you're sure.

you become a doll in jungkook's arms as he uses you, bounces you up and down, licks and sucks your neck, murmurs in your ear before filling your belly with his sticky seed

there's so much of it. more and more, there seems to be no end. fills your belly and overflows from your cunt. his cum gushes from your slit even though his thick cock plugs it inside.

when he pulls it out, a pop echoes in your room.

your mixed cum slides out of you and he casually drops you on the mattress. shocked and still shaking you try to catch your breath, your spread pussy is aching, and your limbs are flabby as you slump onto the pillow and fall asleep exhausted.

They both admire the view huffing, venom would fuck you the next time he already made that decision.

They kissed you and cleaned you, though venom was persistent on leaving you like this so you could remember this but jungkook cleaned you nevertheless. He's a good guy isn't he?

Jungkook tucked you under the blanket and left with venom.

maybe you'll have a different dream this time or maybe you'll dream them again. Because, it was a dream after all, wasn't it?

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A/N 3 - do you guys like venom? I mean he's hot. 💀

@yellabella77 @g-o-bs--fanfictions @cherryunie @goofyhoffy @kooookie @miyaohyeahh @minpdrecs

* please help me grow my community. :)

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Why Won't It Stop?

Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness

Caretaker staggered out of the burning building, Whumpee following closely on their heels. "Why won't it stop?" Whumpee whined.

"What?" Caretaker couldn't hear out of one ear.

"The ringing. In my ears. It's so loud. Why won't it stop?" Whumpee stopped walking and clamped their hands over their ears. "It's so loud, Caretaker."

"Whumpee, we were just in a major explosion. It's normal to have some tinnitus."

"Some what?" Whumpee let their hands drop. Caretaker could see blood trickling from their right ear.

"Tinnitus--ringing in your ears. I'm sure when my hearing comes back in this ear," they pulled on their left earlobe, "it'll be ringing and ringing and ringing."

Whumpee screwed their face up. "It's so loud."

"I know, Whumpee. I know. If there's something the medics can do, they will. Are you sure that's the only thing wrong?" Caretaker stopped and really looked at Whumpee.

Whumpee's hair and clothes were coated in a fine layer of dust. Both ears had blood slowly trickling down--both ear drums had probably ruptured in the blast. Whumpee's face was pale, but Caretaker wasn't sure how much of that was dust. They were sure they looked just as bad as Whumpee.

"'m fine. Why?" Whumpee stopped and stared at Caretaker.

"Because your nose is bleeding," Caretaker said as they patted their pockets for a tissue.

"Hmmm," Whumpee muttered as they took a stumbling step and listed sideways. "I....I....I'm gonna be sick."

Caretaker had a moment to register Whumpee's words as Whumpee dropped to their knees and collapsed forward. "Whumpee!" Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee. But as Caretaker turned Whumpee onto their side and placed Whumpee into the recovery position, Caretaker's stomach dropped. Blood dripped in a steady flow from Whumpee's nose and had begun to drip from Whumpee's mouth. "HELP!" Caretaker roared hoping someone would come. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw explosion #tw head injury #tw blood #tw bloody nose #tw unconsciousness #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 8 #prompt: “why won't it stop”#queue

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whumpypepsigal · 11 months

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Blood & Gold (2023): Heinrich, a soldier, is captured and hung by his platoon after a desertion attempt. He is rescued by Elsa, who brings him to her home.

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skyward-floored · 3 months

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Alright, everyone who wanted a continuation for the three sentence fics for pinned and searching, here you go! I made this longer then it needed to be but that’s ok it was fun *looks guiltily at other things I’m supposed to be writing* ...heh.

Warning for some blood, injury, and uhhh being stuck under a collapsed cave.

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Warriors shut his eyes a moment, trying to focus despite the pain in his middle and the small space he was trapped in that felt like it was closing in around him. He needed to get himself and Wild out of here in one piece, but he had no clue how on earth he was going to do that.

Warriors breathed out, and felt around the hand he’d found, trying to brush the debris off of it. He couldn’t reach any further then a little past the wrist though, and he couldn’t tell how buried Wild was.

He needed to get himself out first, it seemed.

Warriors swallowed and momentarily let go of Wild’s hand, feeling around the large thing he himself was trapped under. It felt heavy, but Warriors tried to shift it anyway, gasping as pure agony burned up his side at the movement.

He fell still again and panted as he waited for the pain to go down, coughing out some of the dust coating his lungs. Even once the worst of it faded, there was still a sharp pulse of pain that remained in his middle, somewhere near his ribs or lungs. Warriors didn’t know for sure, but either way it hurt, and that along with the fact that he was half buried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself or Wild.

It looked like they’d just have to wait for rescue.

Warriors felt out Wild’s hand again, wishing he could move the fabric away from his wrist and check his pulse. It was too thick for him to feel anything, but the angle was wrong for him to pull it off. All he could do was hope Wild was still breathing, that the rest of him was okay.

I don’t even know if his head is uncovered, he thought suddenly, panic stealing his breath . He might be too buried to breathe, I don’t even know if his head is okay, who’s to say it wasn’t bashed in by a rock and I’m holding the hand of a—

A weak cough interrupted his spiraling panic, and Warriors froze, his heart thudding in his ears. Another followed it, faint and rasping, and the fingers in Warriors’ grip twitched just a little.

“Champion?” he asked, barely daring to breathe.

The coughing faded, followed by a wavering inhale, and Warriors held tighter to the hand in his.

“Wild?” he asked again, trying desperately to see though the darkness. He couldn’t make out a thing, but he was certain he hadn’t imagined the noises. Unless of course, he was starting to run out of air and was hallucinating things. Which was always a possibility.

“...W-Wars..?” a voice finally croaked, and Warriors breathed out a sigh of relief, ignoring the ache that shot up his middle due to it. Looks like we still have some air yet.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘s me,” Warriors whispered back, giving the hand in his a squeeze.

“Wh-what...” Wild stammered, his voice weak and crackling, “wh... where..?”

“Wild, are you hurt?” Warriors asked, and it was quiet for a second.

“...Dunno. Th-think... ‘m arm h’rts...”

Something faintly rumbled in the distance, and Warriors held his breath as a few stray pebbles fell on his face. It faded again moments later, but he thought the pressure on his middle had slightly increased with the noise.

Wild’s breath suddenly hitched. “W’re... buried.”

Warriors breathed out. “Yeah.”

Wild’s breath hitched again, and the hand in Warriors’ began to shake, fingers fumbling as they tried to clutch at Warriors’.

“Wild, hey, easy,” Warriors breathed, holding more tightly to his hand, but he could hear Wild’s breathing speed up.

“No... n-no I can’t—”

“Wild, calm down,” Warriors said in as clear of a voice as he could, then coughed, the pain in his middle feeling worse. That’s starting to hurt an awful lot. “The... the others ‘ll come.”

“W’re buried,” Wild gasped, panic making him cough, and Warriors heard rubble shift, like Wild was trying to move. “W-Wars I can’t—”

“Wild. Listen,” Warriors said in a commanding voice, ignoring the urge to cough again. “You need to stay calm. I don’t kn-know how much air w-we have, we need to stay... calm.”

He grabbed firmly at Wild’s hand, and Wild clutched back at it, his breath still rasping loudly in the enclosed space.

“‘S too small,” Wild whispered, fingers shaking as he clung to Warriors’ hand. “Too... tight, ‘s like the... too small.”

Wild’s voice was small and scared, lacking the usual bright and teasing quality it almost always held. Warriors squeezed his eyes shut as he ran his fingers over Wild’s, then reopened them, trying to think past the fog trying to overtake his senses. Something was trying to break through it, an idea of sorts that they could use to get out, but it hadn’t succeeded yet.

“‘M not a fan of smaller spaces either,” Warriors admitted in a soft rasp. “Not fun. Gimme... ‘n open field any day.”

“Don’ sound so w-worried yr’self,” Wild muttered shakily, and Warriors coughed out a laugh.

“Perfected th-the art of faking it, bud.”

Wild let out a small, hysterical croak, a distant mirror of a laugh, but his frantic gasps had begun to ease. His breath still rasped more then it should, but Warriors was relieved at even the slight improvement.

Things fell silent between them for a moment, and Warriors took a minute to breathe, an action that was getting harder and harder to do successfully. The hot, painful feeling in his middle was starting to grow to an agonizing degree, and the fog was growing thicker around his senses. But the idea that had been forming in his head finally broke through, and Warriors shifted his head towards where Wild was.

“Wild,” he said, unable to keep his voice from hitching with pain. “C-can you reach your... slate?”

The fingers in Warriors’ twitched, then slowly withdrew, the quiet sound of rocks and pebbles being shifted reaching him. For a moment it was all Warriors could hear, that and an occasional shaky inhale like Wild was stopping himself from letting out a more pained noise, but then he heard a small hum.

“I... I c’n touch it,” Wild said, voice more shaky then it had been before. “Don’ think I can... pull it, but... m-might be able to get... Wind.”

“Okay,” Warriors breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. “See if... you c-can—”

A cough spilled from his lips, and Warriors was unable to stop the fit he suddenly broke into, coughs that were thick and painful, bringing tears to his eyes with how they made his chest burn.

He wasn’t able to stop for several long moments, and his head spun dizzyingly as he caught his breath, middle full of a liquid fire so intense he could barely breathe.

“Wars?” Wild asked in a sharp, terrified voice, and Warriors coughed again, something warm dripping down his lip.

“‘M fi...” he rasped, dragging in another breath. “Fine, ‘m fine Wild. Call... Wind.”

Wild didn’t reply, but Warriors could feel the disbelief radiating from him as the quiet sounds of him shuffling in the debris sounded out again. The only other noise was Warriors’ wheezing breaths, and it was a few moments before Warriors heard a soft click.

The faintest bit of blue shone through the rocks nearby, not enough to see by, but enough that Warriors knew Wild had succeeded in turning on his slate.

“Sailor,” Wild rasped, trying to make his voice louder, and then coughing due to the effort. “S-Sailor... y’there..?”

He fell silent, and both of them strained their ears, even though Warriors was having an extremely hard time focusing. It felt like a Goron had sat on his chest, and was occasionally stomping around on his ribs, painful and heavy on his bones. But he couldn’t free himself, so it was just something he’d have to deal with.

Warriors shivered, and tried not to wheeze as his middle ached at the movement.

The sooner the both of them got out, the better.

“...hea...know I...see if...”

Warriors and Wild both stilled at the faint words, and listened in silence, Warriors’ heart beating loudly in his ears.

“—ampion! Is that you?!”

Wild let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and Warriors smiled, even though he knew Wild couldn’t see it.

“‘S me, m-me and Wars,” Wild said, relief thick in his voice. The connection that had come through was weak and staticky, and Warriors couldn’t entirely tell who had spoken, but they’d made contact at least.

“Are you two—kay?” the voice continued on, and Warriors thought it might’ve been Twilight’s. “We’re working on digging you—might be a bit.”

“Wars isn’t... he’s pretty b-bad,” Wild replied, and when Warriors opened his mouth to protest that Wild was equally bad-off if not worse, all that came out was another string of thick coughs.

He missed whatever was said next, a swirl of pain and fog clouding his senses, more warmth dripping down his chin. When he finally checked back in, Wild’s hand had grabbed at his again, and Warriors dragged in a rasping breath, the faint light from Wild’s slate growing blurry.

“—old on a bit longer, we’re going as fast as we can,” the voice came through again, more frantic then before. “Just hold on you two, we’re coming, I promise.”

“Y’ hear that W-Wars?” Wild croaked, holding his hand with a shaky grip. “Jus’... hold on.”

“Only ‘f you... do too,” Warriors rasped, and Wild hummed softly in reply, the sound thin with pain.

The voice from the slate said something again, but Warriors didn’t catch it, and he didn’t think Wild did either, based on how the voice seemed to grow frantic again, and louder. He couldn’t make out any of the words, and Warriors began to sink into the fog of pain his mind was fighting so hard to resist.

He thought he might have heard the rumbling sound in the distance again, like the rocks trapping them were being shifted, but he wasn’t sure. Dust fell on his head, but Warriors merely closed his eyes against it, too numb to even be scared any more. If he was going to be crushed, so be it. He only wished he’d gotten the chance to speak with his friends in his own time once more.

The fog had fully enveloped him now. The only thing that was clear was Wild’s hand pressed against his, fingers trembling, coated in dust and dirt and something sticky.

Warriors drifted along like that for what felt like forever, clinging to what few sensations he had left, Wild’s hand the only thing keeping him from fully falling away.

“—found them!”

And then there was light, so bright that Warriors had to close his eyes against it, and couldn’t help the whimper he let out. The voice was louder then ever, like Wild’s slate was right against his ear, and Warriors wished he could cover his ears.

“—get the rocks off, this thing is huge, he must be—”

“—lot of blood, that’s too much—”

“—lia I don’t know how either of them didn’t just—”

“—easy Link, easy, we’re getting you out, hold on.”

Something touched his face, and Warriors flinched, sounds and light and the endless pain in his middle too overwhelming for him to focus on anything. The voices kept floating around and over him, but Warriors could only catch bits of what was spoken.

Was Wild’s slate glitching?

The thing touched his face again, gentle and soft as it carefully turned his head to the side, and when fingers brushed his forehead, Warriors’ scrambled senses finally put together the fact that this must mean they’d finally been rescued.

He wheezed out a soft gasp of relief, and did his best to squeeze Wild’s hand, their fingers still connected. Wild faintly twitched back, and Warriors exhaled, relief swamping over him.

He didn’t remember any of the rest of their rescue, his senses fading out as the others pulled them from the rubble of the cave. Any travel or bandaging was lost to him, and he had no clue how long it had been when he flickered back awake.

The first thing he noticed was that he was on a soft bed, and that there was sunshine and a fresh breeze spilling in through the curtains. Time and Twilight were asleep on chairs by the bed, Wind flopped on their laps, Twilight’s head resting on Time’s shoulder. They all looked exhausted, and Warriors listened to Twilight snore for a minute, then looked down at himself.

His injuries were bandaged, blood and dirt cleaned from his clothes. His scarf had been cleaned as well, the blue bright and soft, and when Warriors looked beside him and saw Wild in a similar state to himself, the relief hit him again, even more intensely.

They’d made it.

They were out, and they were both alive.

Warriors exhaled, closing his eyes again. His head hurt and he was sore what felt like everywhere, not to mention his breathing still held an odd rasp, but he and Wild were okay.

They’d made it.

He felt out Wild’s hand again, and gave it a soft squeeze, relieved when Wild softly squeezed it back. The champion nestled up a bit closer to his side, and Warriors let himself drift off again, feeling perfectly content.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu Wild #linked universe fanfic #fic #whump #oops #tw blood #tw injury #writing from the floor #three sentence prompt #<- because it’s related to those #anyway wheeeeeee I went a little hard but it was fun #I almost left out the soft scene at the end and had it just be both of them falling unconscious but I decided to be nice #XD

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"Just...get out as soon as you can. Promise?"

The Legend of Korra | S04E13 | The Last Stand

#whump #animated whump #the legend of korra #mako (the legend of korra)#bolin (the legend of korra)#knocked unconscious #electrocuted #rescued #cw flashing #tw flashing

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can we see a little touch starvation for your restaurant box boy please?

Involontario: First Night Drabble

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@alittlewhump beta-read per usual <3

CW: BBU-adjacent, institutionalized slavery, dehumanization, conditioning. Post-nightmare, abandonment, touch-starvation, fainting/unconsciousness, whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper.

His back met the floor with a thud he felt more than heard and his eyes snapped open. The next breath was too thin and made his racing heart shudder beneath his ribs. He curled onto his side and crossed his shaking hands over his chest, trying to pull their pressure against his sternum. It was dark but he willed his eyes to focus on something, anything. He just needed—

A hand brushed his shoulder and he yelped, flipping over so his back pressed against the couch.

One of the other waiters was kneeling beside him, both hands held up. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.” The voice was gentle but he couldn’t place it. It was hard to recall their individual voices when they’d only been speaking Italian earlier in the frenzy of his arrival at the house. This one was either Gio or Vinny but his face was shadowed.

He lowered his arms to his sides, despite the temptation to shield himself. His best bet at getting back to Padrone was not to piss off his temporary keepers. “I’m—I’m sorry.” His ears were still ringing dully. “Was I—Did I wake you up, Sir?”

“Nah, no worries.” He held out a hand, “here, come off the floor.”

It took conscious effort to keep his grip light as he was pulled to his feet. He was probably just looking to hold on tighter to steady his shaking but he still resisted the urge. As much as he shouldn’t push any of them away, he didn’t want to accidentally pull them closer either.

Above the shadow cast by the couch, he could now see this was Vinny. They’d had other friends over so it had been hard to keep tabs on the four housemates within the larger group and Vinny hadn’t stuck around long. He had seemed quieter than the rest, which no one had commented on as being uncharacteristic, unlike Gio’s stony silence that Marco kept commenting on. Vinny had a young face and bright eyes under a mop of curls. Vinny was definitely younger than the rest of his housemates, maybe even younger than he was. Not that seniority mattered in the slightest to someone in his position.

Vinny still held his hand, now between both of his. “Are you hurt? Your head?” He was leaning from one side to the other, inspecting him.

“No, Sir,” it came out as a whisper. He was still shaking but now he felt hot all over, too. He couldn’t remember the last time someone held his hand for this long, let alone the last time someone had looked at him like that. He wanted to hug himself, to curl up and settle himself down. Bring himself back down to reality.

“Please, not that. I want you to call me Vinny.”

He swallowed, unsure if it was the contradiction of the honorific or the definitive phrasing that sent a wave of tension down his spine. Vinny was searching his face, waiting. He needed to say something, confirm that he would obey but—

Vinny moved one hand to his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re good. Just whenever you can, okay?” He seemed to step closer as he lowered his voice to a murmur. “You’re safe here, you’re okay. You’re good.”

His heart had already been skipping beats, had never really had a chance to settle after the nightmare, was flying in his chest. His eyelids fluttered. His heart and stomach, too. The whole damn room fluttered but he was lost somewhere among the wings that were suddenly reanimating inside him. Stretching into every space, brushing feathery touches along the insides of his rib cage, up his spine, over his temples. Filling the air.

It was too much, he couldn’t breathe.

Vinny pulled him into a one-armed hug, hands still clasped somewhere between them, and everything took off.

He gasped when he became aware of the couch beneath him, flinching to curl in on himself. He opened his eyes and the room spun on a shaky axis. Either that or he was shaking while the room was spinning.

Vinny hovered over him, one knee on the couch and the other foot still planted on the floor. “You’re safe, just breathe.”

It was easier to find air when he focused his gaze on tracing the simple crown molding that framed the room. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Part of him wondered if news of this…episode would get back to Padrone. He wasn’t delusional enough to think Padrone would favor him with a direct punishment or consequence. Usually, Padrone was gone too long…

“Hey, hey. What—”

No, no, wait. He couldn’t. What would he do? If he was here for weeks and months? He didn’t even know how to mark the passing of time accurately. Years? He was—what—how could he—

Vinny lay a hand on his damp cheek. “I know but it’s going to be okay. You’re good.”

A whimper escaped his throat as everything inside him warmed again, clamoring for light and air, threatening to overwhelm him again. He turned away from the touch to hide his face in the back of the couch, nose pressed uncomfortably against the stale-smelling fabric.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting precisely but it sure as hell wasn’t for Vinny to simply repeat, “It’s going to be okay, you’re safe here. You’re good,” like it was at all possible or somehow (impossibly) increasingly true. “It’s going to be okay—”

He cried out and turned his face back into Vinny’s open hand.

It was just because he couldn’t hear it again. The words were doing things to him. It was just the training but he needed Vinny to stop. It was just the training. He needed—he just needed—he—

Vinny sat down next to him and pulled him upright.

“Nnn—I’m—”

But Vinny just wrapped him up tightly in a hug, holding him while he cried for the Master that had abandoned him.

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