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fanfictasia · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 12

Touch Starved

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

“No one calls me that name anymore,” Ahsoka says with a slight shake of her head, “That’s not who I am.”

“You still can be,” Anakin objects, “If that’s what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Ahsoka argues, staring. “It never has.”

“You’re free, little one,” he promises, meeting her eyes, now filled with unshed tears. “You get to make your own decisions. To survive, you will have to fight, but you don’t have to hurt. You don’t have to kill to mean something.”

“I can’t imagine being any other way.”

“It was hard for us to learn, too,” Rex interjects, stepping forwards, “That’s all the clones have ever been, but we’re defined just as much as what we fight for, and the people we choose to stay with.”

“Family,” Kolara supplies from the cockpit, “We’re a family. That’s all we’ve ever been.”

Really, there’s no better way to put that.

“That’s not something I have anymore,” Ahsoka argues.

“Do you want to stay?” Anakin asks, reaching out, laying his hand on her shoulder. She freezes up, as if nearly expecting violence, and he wants to stab everyone who made her feel like this in the past five years. Except his master, but that’s a thing he’ll deal with another day.

“I – I don’t know,” Ahsoka whispers breathlessly. “Can I?”

Rex looks at Anakin, who looks at Kolara – she’s sitting half-turned back in her chair. There’s a brightness in her eyes that he’s seen so many times over. Hope. Artoo’s dome swivels around, and he beeps affirmatively.

“If this is where you want to be, then you can stay.”

Ahsoka’s eyes light up. He senses her relief – it’s probably the best she’s felt in years.

Anakin tugs her closer, slipping an arm around her back, tugging her close. Ahsoka wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. It feels almost oddly automatic for not having met each other before, but Ahsoka needs this, and from how she’s clinging to him, Anakin doesn’t think she’s had this for years.

She presses her face to his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Fly us out of here,” Anakin requests, holding her. It’s a little… weird, but he doesn’t really mind. They don’t trust each other, but she needs this, and he certainly won’t object to it.

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i-eat-worlds · 6 months

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Alex and Friends Masterlist

Complete! Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @oc-writing-corner @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies (This story crosses over with @/pigeonwhumps story Immortal Cannon Fodder.)

Piece that started it all (probably not cannon)

Character Intros/Picrews

Alex, Joseph, Eric, Avia, Teri, Sil, Ararav Superhero Uniforms Main Story

Part One-Extraction

Part Two-Resistance

Part Three-Medical Care

Part Four-Collision

Part Five-Self Aid

Part Six-Evacuation

Part Seven-Respite

Part Eight-Assignment

Part Nine-Telecommunications and Transportation

Part Ten-The Upstairs

Part Eleven-Dirty Laundry

Part Twelve-Bandage Change

Part Thirteen-Bedtime

Part Fourteen-Greenwich Park

Part Fifteen-Collaboration

Part Sixteen-Stitches

Part Seventeen-Bad News 1

Part Eighteen-Bad News 2

Part Nineteen-Commitment

Part Twenty-Aquatic Operations

Part Twenty One-Hurry Up and Wait

Part Twenty Two-Decent

Part Twenty Three-Done

Part Twenty Four-Transition

Part Twenty Five-Ambulance

Part Twenty Six-Deterioration

Part Twenty Seven-Vigil

Part Twenty Eight-A New Beginning

Extras

More Alex and Friends Extras are available on the Whumpcember Masterlist and Wow Birthday Whump Masterlist

Pat Masterlist

Aaroseph Masterlist

Pre Main Story

Flashback-Gagged and Restrained

Flashback-Burns

Flashback-Painful Wound Care

Haunted by the past-Joseph and Pat (cw: character death)

Always Kid, Always-Joseph and Pat (cw: character death)

Unexplained Fainting, Pat

Injury Dialogue Ask-Pat

A Late Night Discovery-A&F and ICF crossover

Stab O’clock-A&F and ICF crossover

Tenderness-Joseph/Aaron

Full Moon-Jospeh/Aaron

Roadside Assistance-Sil Whump

Post Main Story

Confrontation

Sick Day

Seasons Beatings Gift Part 2: 30%

Things That Shouldn’t Happen In A Closet

Over.

Moodboards

Alex , Joseph

Art

Busts of Alex and Joseph by @fishbaitinc

Asks

Alex:

🧣 for Alex , In that case 🍇 and 🧢, for whoever you feel like! 🛁 for Alex

Joseph:

In that case 🍇 and 🧢, for whoever you feel like!

#worlds babbles #whump #whump masterlist

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heroofshield · 4 months

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Whumpcember Day 29- Paralyzed (Avengers, Clintasha)

@whumpcember

Warnings: covert poisoning, drinking/alcohol mention

The restaurant was busy but not overly so, the dinner rush not in full swing. It was one of those places that would require a reservation on weekends, but not have to worry about wait times during the weekday. The lighting was low enough to try and push a 'romantic' atmosphere but not bright enough where every little movement was glaringly obvious.

Natasha sat at what Clint like to joke was the 'mafia table,' where her back was to a wall so no one could overhear their conversation and had a clear line of sight of the dining room floor. Taking a sip of her wine, she spotted the familiar brown hair moving towards her.

"You clean up nice." Natasha smiled as Clint sat down across from her, dressed in a black suit and matching jacket.

"Yeah, well I had a lot of help from someone I'm seeing." Clint replied, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the tailors pants and jacket.

"Oh?" Natasha asked a mischievous smile appearing and she leaned forwards slightly, propping her chin up with her hand. "Care to tell me more?"

"Not right now." Clint simply replied, focusing on the drinks list a bit more than usual. "Twelve dollars for a cocktail? Are they serious?"

"It's a slightly upscale restaurant, of course they're gonna up-charge the alcohol."

Clint just made a face and ordered a Negroni. Thanking the waiter once the drink arrived, he took a long drink-the bitterness mixing with the sweetness to remind Clint of the licorice he would eat as a kid.

Setting the glass down, he opened his mouth to ask Natasha who their targets was when he felt his throat start to swell. Coughing, he loosened his tie thinking he'd tied it to tight, but the feeling didn't go away. Dimly he was aware of Natasha asking if he was alright, and wanted to answer but couldn't get the words out. Then his body started to feel numb and he tried to move but couldn't-his body paralyzed.

Vision going black, Clint could hear silverware clattering and raised voices but it all blurred together.

Natasha heard movement and was instantly awake, opening her eyes to see Clint futzing around with his IV. "You're gonna pull the needle out and the nurses are going to be pissed." she said, pushing herself up from the slumped position she'd fallen asleep in.

"Well I feel fine now so I don't need it."

"Clint you were poisoned. It's gonna be awhile until you 'feel fine.'"

"Unintentionally poisoned. Although I guess it's my luck that someone else was the target and just happened to order a Negroni as well." Clint gave up on taking out the IV and leaned back in the medical bed. "How's that investigation going by the way?"

"Coulson got the security feed and Intel managed to figure out the guy." Natasha looked at her watch while continuing, "And they should be breaking down the door to his Bronx apartment as we speak. Although the restaurant got shut down. Apparently having someone try to poison the clients wasn't good for business."

She looked at Clint for a second, letting a soft smile appear. "I'm glad you're okay."

Clint looked at Natasha, his partner in more ways than one, and returned the smile. "Same here."

#whumpcember2023 #clint barton #natasha romanov #clintasha #fanfic #my writing

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em-writes-stuff · 5 months

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brainwashing

day nine of @whumpcember

492 words

warnings: n/a

While there’s the more well known type of brainwashing, there’s one I’d like to cover today. I was looking for anything to backup what I’d read from Queen Therama on her husband, but instead found a letter to the leader of the rebellion in Petyod from one of the king’s advisors. It’s extremely likely that I’ll have to hide this report, as the information inside is sensitive, but I’d like to record anyhow.

The writing is scattered and written almost in code, so I’ll try to skip over the more useless stuff and get right to the message. If there are some phrases that don’t make sense, just know that it’s because I don’t have the energy to properly dig into the meanings of them.

Let’s get started.

Yen,

This finds you well, I prey. News of the rebellion is saddening, I hope not much was won in the last battle. The king says that he will squash you under the thumb, making sure to keep in power.

But I found out a way to keep this from happening. I find a witch saying that he can keep the king’s mind clear of anything. He will wipe it clear of everything telling him to kill the spirit of the rebellion.

All he needs for me to do is to get the blood of an elemental magician, the right small finger of a telepathic magician, seven strands of hair from an empathetic magician, and shavings of a twelve-toothed hippo horse’s hoof. Then he will combine them specially and give to me.

I need to sprinkle a few drops on king’s scalp every night to make sure it works. Once the drops are on, I will tell king what I want him to forget, and once the bottle is gone it will be erased from his mind.

Any idea of stopping us will be forgotten and he will have to turn to his trusted healer, who will tell him that maybe the rebellion isn’t so bad. Maybe he’s been doing wrong his entire reign and should step down. Maybe I will plant another idea in his head that he never wanted to be king.

Until I see you next

Ohhh, yeah. This one is going to be hidden. Though the mixture is interesting…I’ve never heard of seven being prevalent in any memory tinctures. Though I’m not as brushed up as I’d like to be on spells or tinctures.

Anyway.

Not much follow up for this one. We all know that Petyod’s last king lost his mind, I’m guessing because someone who had no fucking clue what they were doing was messing with his mind. Maybe not though.

The rebellion took over, captured the king and is now ruled by seven people, each having earned their place.

The report will be locked in Ezran’s room, and the recording in “Petyod history-Pre rebellion-the final king-locked” where only the Librarian will be able to get to it.

#em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #whump #whump fic #whumpcember #whumpcember2023 #original character #google docs was SOOO mad at me for this one lol #anyway. night <2 #brainwashed #brainwashing #day 9

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ex0rin · 1 year

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Whumpcember 2022 - Day 13

@whumpcember Day 13: Fear of the unknown Winter Soldier - 945 words character study, blink and you'll miss it winterbones, hunger pangs, broken bone, emotional whump

gif by me!

The Soldier stumbles away from the riverbank, confused and disoriented - he doesn’t remember where he’s supposed to go after the mission, he doesn’t know where his Handler is and the earpiece he’d had shorted out, sparking annoyingly against the inside of his ear when he’d hit the water –

He’s never failed a mission like this before.

The Director will be upset with him - words about being a gift to mankind, about changing the world, about finally bringing freedom and order rattle around in his head along with the memory of blue eyes –

He shakes his head free of that second thought, letting the comfort of his core programming take over again.

The way to The Chair is lined with blue and red lights and far too many people with weapons drawn and readied - he calculates his ability to get back inside without being noticed as a low enough percent that he knows not to risk it; the likelihood that his Handler or The Director are currently inside is equally low.

His feet lead him unthinkingly to the last place he’d seen The Director, before The Chair and the quickburn of fire whiting out his thoughts (blue eyes again, always blue eyes) - the lights inside of the large house are out but that’s familiar and safe and at least there isn’t movement behind the huge panes of glass that have always felt like more of a risk to The Director than necessary.

The Soldier knows the way inside.

He removes his gun, placing it down against the wooden tabletop and sits with his back to the corner as he’s been trained - his gun is loaded and the safety is off in case The Director or his Handler requires it; he’s not sure how they’ll punish him for the failed mission, but the gun will make it easier.

He waits.

And waits.

At some point his stomach growls, churning around on itself - he doesn’t remember the last time he’s had nutrition, intravenous or in a protein shake made by his Handler, but it must have been before The Chair.

He ignores it.

The day shifts to night and back to day.

The Soldier’s eyes feel dry, red around the edges from the smoke earlier - his eyelids are heavy but he can’t sleep, not without the command from The Director or his Handler.

He considers that this might be punishment.

His arm hurts, throbbing at the elbow from where the man (blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes) broke it back - he can feel the way it stitches back together and focuses on that pain instead of the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and the way he keeps swaying in his chair, struggling to stay conscious.

The Director had tested him for this before - keeping him awake for days with no nutrition just to see how it would affect his body; at twelve days they’d started a rotation of the other Agents to watch him at all times, at fifteen his Handler had come in to check all of his vitals (fingers through his hair, tucking it behind his ear, such a good boy whispered against his temple) before leaving again.

It hasn’t been nearly that long this time, but it feels wrong.

It’s night again when he hears the first of the cars pull up outside - the sound is bad, not the same as before, heavy wheels along the gravel outside; The Soldier’s body goes tense and suddenly awake, buzzing with the quick release of adrenaline.

He stands on trembling legs and reaches for his gun again, holding it down at his side as he slips from the kitchen and back outside - he pushes himself into the shadows near the kitchen window and waits, ready to protect The Director if he returns.

There are boots inside The Director’s home, several sets - all loud and angry sounding.

The Soldier doesn’t catch all of their conversations as they tear through drawers, closets and cabinets but he does hear enough –

They say Hydra has fallen.

They say The Director is dead.

His chest feels hollowed out as the information settles inside of him; there’s a low buzzing at the back of his skull and his flesh hand trembles at near his thigh hard enough that his sidearm clatters against it’s holster - he tightens his fingers around the grip and holds his breath, having made too much noise already.

He doesn’t know how long he stands outside, waiting for the men inside to leave while struggling to process the words; he needs to verify them, he needs to return to his Handler and –

Is his Handler dead?

That thought is sudden, violent, it gets lodged in his throat and makes him tremble more - full body shivering, dry eyes strangely damp and he stumbles away from the wall without thinking –

“Movement outside,” says a voice from behind the windows.

The Soldier blinks back the wetness beneath his eyes and makes for the trees along the outside of The Director’s property - he knows this place better than the men inside and is not worried about them finding him before he gets… back… to…

Where does he go now?

His breath comes faster, more adrenaline spikes through his body; it overrides the empty ache in his stomach, the dull throbbing pain in his arm as everything catches up with him all at once.

The Soldier is alone.

He doesn’t know what to do, where to go, who he can trust - there must have been failsafes for this but those would have been given to his Handler; he’s just a weapon, to be used and maintained and then returned to storage and now…

What now?

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember day13 #cara writes #cara gifs #playing catch up again #winter soldier tag #alexander pierce tag #rumlow tag #winterbones adjacent

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 3 months

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Whumpcember Masterlist

Day One: 'Fever' Hail Hydra - Chapter One. Sergeant James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes falls from a train in the Alps, and frequently wishes he'd not defied all logic and survived. CW: canon-typical violence, falling from a significant height, forced amputation, poor medical treatment, sickness, infection, possible paranoia/delusion. Day Two: 'Sickness' Hail Hydra - Chapter Two. Bucky’s captors leave their prisoner to fight through his illness. CW: sickness, overeating, paranoia, imprisonment, poor treatment of POWs, infection. Day Three: 'Hypothermia' Hail Hydra - Chapter Three. When Sergeant Barnes starts to recover from his illness, he’s given other things to worry about. CW: illness recovery, temperature torture, hypothermia, loss of consciousness. Day Four: 'Hidden Injury' Hail Hydra - Chapter Four. Bucky is warmed up... A little too much. CW: Restraint, branding, threats of violence, temperature torture. Day Five: 'Impaled' Hail Hydra - Chapter Five. The torture turns violent, and Bucky struggles to cope. CW: Stab wound, shock collar, humiliation, forced nudity. Day Six: 'Nightmares' Hail Hydra - Chapter Six. Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness. Day Seven: 'Fainting' Hail Hydra - Chapter Seven. Bucky gives rebellion another go – and his only comfort is taken from him. CW: Canon-typical violence, neglect, locked outside in the cold, homophobia, shock collar, cliffhanger. Day Eight: 'Isolation' Hail Hydra - Chapter Eight. Aleksi’s torture reaches its finale, and Bucky gets put in isolation. CW: Canon-typical violence, submission to save another, stress position, reluctant whimper, physiological distress, emotional distress, lashing.

Day Nine: 'Brainwashing' Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine. Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence.

Day Ten: 'Freezing' On The Tides - Chapter Three. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort. CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).

Day Eleven: 'Begging' (Alternate 9) Hail Hydra - Chapter Ten. Bucky is sought out, and he receives a gift from his new captors. CW: Nightmares, blood, death of a whumper.

Day Twelve: 'Touch Starved' Silver & Gold - Chapter Five. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together. CW: Implied Smut, Self-image issues. Day Thirteen: 'Restrained' In the Dark of the Night. James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes x Clint Barton. From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue. CW: Basically PWP.

Alright, this is how far I got before realising the challenge is closed aohwdaiwh This was so much fun! Definitely need to plan my time better and do it again next year <3 @whumpcember

#whumpcember #DD:DE #fandom: marvel #fanfiction #mine #Masterlist #Character: James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes #Rating: E #In the Dark of the Night #Bucky x Clint #Bucky x Original Male Character #On the Tides

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Whumpcember Day 12

Broken Bone

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Smoke and Debris

His heart is pounding anyway as he makes his way into the holding cells. He knows Obi-Wan was injured, and with the time he’s been gone, it would only be worse.

He locates the cell quickly enough, hesitantly opening the door. He wishes he could pretend not to be affected by what he sees, but he viciously shoves his raging emotions behind a durasteel walk, sprinting to his master’s side. “Obi-Wan,” he whispers, shaking his shoulders gently, well aware that contact would hurt. His injuries from the explosion haven’t been treated well, if at all.

It’s hard to tell what the extent of them is, but his robes have a disturbing amount of dried blood on them.

He’s still breathing at least, but it doesn’t sound normal – like one of his lungs are damaged. If he was in an explosion, his ribs were likely broken. He moves a hand lightly down his side, to check as carefully as he can. With how much swelling there is, it’s likely. They need to get him treated immediately.

“Obi-Wan,” he calls again, desperately.

He stirs finally, slowly opening his eyes, gaze unfocused. “Anakin?” he coughs, weakly.

Something clenches in him just hearing it. He may be alive, but his condition is bad, and – “Master, we must leave.” He’ll have to carry him, though, and that complicates things. It’ll slow him down, but they have no choice.

“Anakin,” he repeats, some of the haze of unconsciousness clearing from his eyes.

“I’m here, Master,” he says, silently begging that he not be about to lose Obi-Wan too. Please no. He can’t handle that, but he can already see history repeating itself.

“It took you long enough,” Obi-Wan grumbles.

How he can talk already, Anakin has no idea, but unable to help himself, he reaches down to take his hand, holding it tightly. That, at least, is unharmed. “Can you stand?” On hindsight, he should never have asked that, because Obi-Wan being as stupid as he is will try doing just that and fail spectacularly.

But when he’s this badly injured, it’s very, very difficult for Anakin to carry him without risking hurting him farther.

Obi-Wan slowly pushes himself up, face unusually tensed from pain and Anakin instantly moves to steady him when he stands very unsteadily. He’s practically about to collapse, so no he definitely can’t walk on his own. Not that Anakin expected he could either. He leans down a bit – this was easier when they were closer in height, seriously – and pulls Obi-Wan’s arm over his shoulder.

It’s relieving to be so close to him, to hold him again. (Even if it means he can smell the scent of blood even clearer, and he can’t stand that smell anymore – not after his mother.)

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fanfictasia · 4 months

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Whumpcember Day 28

Abandoned

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

There’s a quiet pattering behind him as Omega enters. Anakin’s staring out the viewport, angling them through the atmosphere and watching – Tech apparently usually does this, but he’s currently busy checking Crosshair over – monitoring if anything goes wrong.

“Are you okay?” she asks, climbing into the pilot’s seat.

She’s like, what? Twelve? She shouldn’t have to worry about this, but she’s still asking. “I lost everything when the Order fell,” Anakin admits, head tilted back against his seat, “Though I think I lost it long before, and I just never noticed. The Order… expelled me before this even happened. It’s a long story, but I chose to leave. I sometimes… think I should’ve stayed. I could have prevented all of this.”

Omega stands, coming over to touch his arm. She’s so gentle, so… kind. That’s what Anakin used to think Jedi were like. That’s what he expected. Not to be brushed off, turned away. “How could you have changed this?” she asks.

“My best friend – my brother – died when I was away,” Anakin says, not quite able to look at her, “He knew about the chips. About what was coming. He tried to warn Rex, but it was too fast. If I was there, then…”

Obi-Wan told him to go, but just this once, it feels like he should’ve been… here. Even if he was wherever the Force needed him to be.

It still feels like he abandoned everyone. Everything. Doesn’t matter why he did. Just matters that he’s living in the nightmare of what followed because he did.

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