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skyward-floored · 3 months

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Febuwhump Collab Day 10 — killing in self defense

Nobody asked for more of Sky and Warriors when they’re teenagers but I’m delivering more anyway lol. If you ever wondered how the events of skyward sword fit in with the Incredibles au, here’s your explanation.

Aka: I’m unnecessarily mean to Sky again.

Warnings for mentions of blood/injuries, some stuff about killing, and vomiting (though it isn’t too graphic)

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They’d decided not to say anything.

Sure they wouldn’t be able to keep it quiet forever— parts of it were still all over the news (spun as them causing needless destruction of course, despite the fact that they’d saved everyone) and a good block of the city had been totally destroyed— but Time and Malon had just gotten back from their honeymoon.

Their honeymoon that they’d already had to postpone for way too long and thought they might not even get to take because of all those stupid lawsuits.

At first Warriors and Sky had expected to have to explain everything once Time and Malon returned. They’d prepared for it, even. But when they had come back looking so happy, and Time more relaxed then Warriors had ever seen him... he’d made eye contact with Sky, and they’d decided it could wait.

Warriors didn’t want to burst their bubble with the news that he and Sky had stopped a plot to destroy the world and nearly been killed in the process.

(Besides, they’d handled it, right? There wasn’t really that much to tell.)

So they both agreed to just keep it quiet, and hide the pages of the newspaper with articles about the event. They only changed their bandages from the injuries they’d gotten while Time and Malon were busy, and Sky made sure to hide the limp he was still dealing with.

And Warriors was just starting to feel confident that their plan would work and maybe they wouldn’t ever have to bother Time with what had happened...

...when Sky suddenly cracked.

It was the evening two days after Time and Malon had gotten back, and Warriors was trying to find clean pajamas, digging through a pile of clothes that he was pretty sure were clean. Most of them smelled clean anyway, and aside from the shirt with the bloodstains (oops) and the socks that had been festering for at least a week (double oops), they all looked mostly clean too.

...Laundry hadn’t exactly been at the top of his priorities lately.

Warriors pulled out a shoe that had somehow been buried in the pile, and huffed at the teeth marks on the heel. He’d thought this pair had been safe from Twilight’s wolf teething, but apparently not.

Warriors rolled his eyes and set the shoe aside, then let out a noise of triumph as he finally unburied some pajamas that appeared unworn. He tossed them on, wincing as the movement pulled at an injury on his side, and then flopped on his bed, listening to Malon try and get Twilight to go back to sleep in the other room with a sigh.

He had to admit he’d missed having Twilight underfoot. He’d been left with his grandpa while Time and Malon were away, and while Warriors was a little offended they didn’t trust him and Sky to watch him for more then an afternoon, he was rather relieved his tiny nephew had been far away from everything that had happened.

It had been stressful enough without a barely one year-old to watch as well.

He could hear Malon singing a lullaby through the wall, steps creaking as she walked up and down the length of the room. The song was soothing, and Warriors bit back a yawn, closing his eyes for a second.

Mm, maybe I’ll just go to bed now...

A gagging sound interrupted his dozing, and Warriors startled, shooting up from the bed. It hadn’t come from the room Malon was in, and he poked his head out the door, quickly following the noise down the hallway to where he thought Sky had just been brushing his teeth.

And found Sky throwing up rather violently into the toilet, face pale and eyes wide and horrified.

Warriors ran to his side as he finished, Sky’s breathing little more than gasps, and his brother stared up at him, gaze haunted.

“Sky, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Warriors asked frantically, and Sky seemed to pale further.

“W-Wars I...” he wheezed, his face panicked, “Wars I killed him, I killed s-some—”

He gagged again and almost missed the toilet, and Warriors put his hands on his shoulders, holding him steady until he was finished.

“Sky, calm down,” he tried as Sky continued to choke on air, and when that didn’t work, he grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. “Sky, please, you’re gonna hurt yourself, you have to breathe.”

Sky only wheezed, and Warriors watched him with a growing panic, unsure of what to do.

“Sky. You have to breathe,” Warriors repeated, giving his hands a harder squeeze and ignoring his own shaking fingers. “Don’t think about anything else, just take some deep breaths.”

Sky dragged in a breath that might’ve been slightly deeper than the ones before, but he still wasn’t breathing the way he should be. At the rate he was going, he would likely pass out.

But what could he do? Sky was completely freaking out, and Warriors was beginning to as well.

Sky gagged on a cough, and Warriors shot a panicked glance out into the hallway as quick footsteps came down it. Time appeared in the doorway, and immediately got to a knee beside Sky, his face creased with concern as he gently stepped past where Sky’s wings were splayed.

“Sky, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I-I, I ki...” Sky wheezed, shaking like a leaf, “T-Time I was...”

He couldn’t get enough words out for Time to understand, and Time looked over at Warriors, confusion and worry on his face. Warriors made a helpless gesture, and Sky wheezed again and brought Time’s attention back to himself.

Time focused on getting Sky to properly breathe, and Warriors watched anxiously, kicking himself for not expecting this sooner.

He should’ve known it would all crash down on Sky at some point— he’d barely even reacted after everything had happened. He had shed a few tears when they’d gotten Sun back and everyone turned out to be okay, but he hadn’t fallen into an utter panic like he was now.

Warriors should have expected it. Sky’s best friend had been kidnapped, and he’d nearly been killed by the same man who’d murdered his parents, and then he’d turned around and had to—

Sky coughed, and Warriors squeezed that hand that was in his again, ignoring how the motion made his arm ache.

So much for keeping things quiet for a while.

“Sky, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Time asked again after he’d managed to get Sky to breathe a little.

“I’m—” Sky stuttered, then looked at his hands with a panicked expression. “I didn’t know I would— Sun was hurt, she almost died a-and he said he was— I just wanted it to end, and I-I—”

His voice died, and he closed his eyes, lip trembling.

“...Warriors?” Time asked quietly, and Warriors fiddled with the hem of his shirt, wishing he hadn’t taken his scarf off. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Warriors swallowed, but before he could speak, Sky choked out a few more words.

“Demise was back.”

Time froze, and looked between the two of them, his gaze suddenly sharp. Warriors didn’t meet his eye, and the heavy silence that fell over them was only broken when Malon came down the hall and peered inside the doorway, drawn by the noise after having finally gotten Twilight back to sleep.

“Oh Sky, my goodness,” she breathed worriedly, looking at his pale face and T-shirt speckled with vomit. “How long have you been sick, honey?”

“I’m not sick,” he whispered, and Time breathed out, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Some things happened while we were gone, it seems,” he said in a quiet voice. “I believe a full explanation is in order.”

Malon’s face gained some suspicion along with the worry. “What kinds of things?”

Sky shivered, and they all looked over at him. He had finally gotten his breathing under control, but was still pale, and shaking in Time’s hold on his shoulders. Malon came forward and cupped his cheek with a sigh, worry bright in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick any more hon?” she asked, and Sky softly shook his head. “Okay. Why don’t you get cleaned up and changed, and then we can sit down and discuss this somewhere that isn’t the cold bathroom floor, huh?”

Sky and Warriors nodded.

Ten minutes later found them all in the living room, Sky in fresh clothes and wrapped in a blanket with Warriors next to him. The top of Sky’s wings poked out from the blanket, and he looked a little less overwhelmed then he did earlier.

Malon had warmed up some milk, but she was the only one who had touched her cup, steam gently wafting from the other mugs on the tray. Warriors looked down at the milk in front of him, but the sight of it just made his stomach roll.

Time leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

“So. What happened?”

Warriors exhaled, and Sky looked down at his lap.

“...Sun got kidnapped the day after you left,” Warriors admitted, his voice quiet.

Malon let out a soft gasp, and Sky’s wings ruffled a little, but nobody spoke as Warriors continued.

“Sky was there when it happened, but he couldn’t do anything in time and she was... taken. We started out looking for her, but we met this weird guy, and it turned out he was the one who’d kidnapped her for his boss, and he kept fighting Sky, but... there was a lot more going on then we thought...”

“Sun was.... Why didn’t you call us?” Malon asked in dismay, and Sky and Warriors both fidgeted.

“We didn’t want to bother you,” Sky admitted quietly. “And we didn’t realize how big a deal everything was going to be... and Mr. Gaepora agreed with us.”

“Gaepora should have known better,” Time said darkly. “We could have come back and helped, why—”

“Because you were finally taking a vacation!” Warriors burst out, and met Time’s eye when he looked at him. “You never take vacations, Time! And this was your honeymoon, we weren’t about to take that away from you.”

“And we did handle it,” Sky added quietly. “Obviously.”

Time sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second before replying. “I still maintain that you two should have called, and I will be talking about this with Gaepora, but it’s too late now and I assume there’s more to the story.”

Sky nodded, and Time motioned for Warriors to continue.

“Right,” Warriors said, then sighed. “So Fi was helping us because it turned out she knew a little of what was going on, and Ghirahim— he was the guy that kidnapped Sun— actually knew Fi somehow, I think. He was talking like it anyway. But anyway, it turned out he was... working for Demise.”

Malon sucked in a sharp breath, and Time had that oddly blank look settle on his face again.

“How... but Sky’s parents defeated him, everyone thought he was dead,” Malon breathed, her face pale. “You boys fought him?”

“I killed him,” Sky choked out.

The silence that fell over the room was even heavier then the earlier one had been, and Warriors risked a glance at his older brother. Time’s face was impossible to read though, and he leaned closer to Sky, meeting his eyes when he looked up.

“You killed him?” he asked in a voice Warriors couldn’t gauge, and Sky nodded.

“I did,” he whispered. “He’s dead. For certain.”

Sky’s wings began to tremble, and Warriors felt the sick feeling roll in his stomach again. I should’ve done it, I should’ve fought him.

“Was he trying to kill you?” Time continued in the same emotionless voice.

“Yes,” Sky whispered.

“He was trying to resume that crazy plan of his Sky’s parents stopped,” Warriors quietly filled in for Sky’s sake. “And for some reason Sun’s powers were a part of it. I still don’t know how. But that’s why he kidnapped her.“

“But you stopped him,” Time asked, and Warriors nodded.

“Sky did. Ethereal and me were there too, but somehow Demise summoned these... monster things, and kept us busy with those while he fought Sky. I think we would’ve died if Fi hadn’t gotten Ghirahim to help us out at the end. Apparently Demise was only using him.”

Warriors closed his eyes again. “There’s more to it then that obviously, but... but that’s the basics. Sun’s okay now. We stopped Demise.”

“I killed him,” Sky said in a wretched voice, his wings tightly wrapped around himself. “I... I barely even thought about it at the time, but he’s— he’s dead.”

Malon’s face was distraught, and Time leaned closer as Sky shook in his seat.

“Sky. It was self defense,” Time said firmly, grief in his voice. “He was trying to kill you, and Warriors and Sun and countless other people. No court would convict you.”

“But he was still a person!” Sky stressed in a shrill, watery voice. “A horrible one, probably the w-worst one I’ve ever met, but he’s dead now, and I’m the one that did it!”

“Sky, honey you had no choice,” Malon said softly, placing her hand over his. “It’s like Time said, it was self defense. If you hadn’t killed him, he... he would’ve killed you. And so many others.”

“He still could’ve gone to jail or something!” Sky said more frantically, his breathing beginning to speed up again. “I didn’t even give him th-that choice, I was so intent on stopping him I— I felt proud when I killed him! I was happy he’s gone, I still am happy because he killed Mom and Dad but I shouldn’t be and I— I keep finding his blood in my feathers!” he choked out, and Warriors was almost afraid he would throw up again.

“Sky, listen to me,” Time said firmly, looking him dead in the eye. “You did what you had to do. Demise was a supervillain, and a terrorist. The list of people he killed over the years is long, and he would have gladly added you and Warriors to their number, without remorse or hesitation. Killing him was the only option available to you. And if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, and most of this city would be dead.”

“But I— I’m a murderer,” Sky whispered, and Time put his hands on his shoulders.

“No you’re not. Demise was. You did the only thing you could do, Sky. That never should have been a choice you had to make, but you made it anyway, and you saved so many lives by doing so,” Time murmured, voice heavy. He looked directly into Sky’s eyes. “And I know your parents would be proud.”

Sky crumpled, and Time put his arms around him, murmuring something Warriors didn’t catch when a soft sob came from his hold.

Sky’s blanket slipped as Time held him, and revealed the angry lines from Demise’s lightning that were still on his arms, red and painful-looking. Malon’s face turned a little red with anger at the sight, but Time merely pulled the blanket back to where it was supposed to be, and said nothing. Warriors could see the look on his face though, and he was sure that if Demise hadn’t already been dead, then the look in Time’s eye alone would have done it.

They all sat quietly as Time continued to calm Sky’s trembling, Warriors staring blankly down at his cup. He didn’t realize his own hands were shaking until Malon took one in hers.

“Warriors, are you alright?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t... kill anyone,” he said weakly.

Did you though? his mind whispered, thinking back to the blood he’d been covered in by the time he’d gotten back to Sky. Those monsters you killed had to come from somewhere, who’s to say they hadn’t once been hu—

Malon put her arms around him, and Warriors swallowed back the lump in his throat, letting her hug him.

“Goodness I’m glad you two are okay,” she said softly, holding him tight. “No wonder you’ve been so quiet since we got back, we...”

She trailed off with a sigh, and set a hand on his head.

“Call us next time, I don’t care what we’re doing,” she said, her grip tightening. “I mean it. You two are so strong, but you shouldn’t have to save the world by yourselves.”

“It was mostly Sky,” Warriors replied softly, thinking back to the look on his face while he’d been fighting Demise. Sky wasn’t normally a very imposing figure, but the look in his eyes as he’d dodged lightning, his wings outstretched, his sword raised, and eyes nearly glowing with a cold rage...

It wasn’t a sight he would ever forget.

Malon sighed again, but didn’t say anything further for the moment, leaning against Time while she continued to hold Warriors. All four of them ended up resting against one another, and Warriors closed his eyes as he suddenly felt very keenly every half-healed scratch and bruise on his person.

He hadn’t realized until now just how truly bone-deep exhausted he was.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. Both of you,” Malon said softly, and Warriors sighed, Sky’s head coming to rest on his shoulder, a wing settling around them all.

“Yeah. Me too,” he whispered.

Sky and Time said nothing at all.

#Sky was messed up from everything that happened but killing demise was the icing on the cake #plus idk about you but if I’d had to kill anyone as a younger teenager I would’ve freaked out too #linkeduniverse #linked universe #Incredibles au #lu Sky #lu warriors #lu time #lu Malon #and twi but he’s asleep #febuwhump #day 10 #killing in self defense #writing from the floor #Incredibles au fic #time: *flashbacks to when he killed someone the first time and freaked out about it* well crap

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linecrosser · 3 months

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Febwhump 2024 - Day 10 - Killing in self defense

Shen Jiu, killing his masters, escaping slavery.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10 #killing in self defense #svsss #shen jiu #original shen qingqiu #killing his masters escaping slavery #whump #whump art

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em-writes-stuff · 3 months

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Killing in Self Defense

day 10 of @febuwhump

whumper and whumpee

287 words

warnings: cursing, non con touching,

Whumper presses the barrel of his gun against Whumpee’s throat, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Whumpee whimpers and swallows thickly. He shakes his head and tears well in his eyes.

“Please-” he’s cut off by Whumper’s other hand trailing its way up his stomach over his shirt. “Stop.”

Whumper tilts his head and frowns, “You don’t like it?”

Whumpee starts to shake his head, but freezes when Whumper’s hand stops right above his heart.

“Do you realize how…easy it would be for me to just-” Whumper squeezes his hand over Whumpee’s chest, bunching the material of his shirt in his fist, but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

Whumper stares into Whumpee’s eyes and tilts his head again, “Aw, are you scared?”

He opens his fist and smooths the material over Whumpee’s chest. “It’s alright if you are. I just want to know. You’re putting on such a brave face for me.”

Whumpee bites his cheek and looks up to keep the tears from falling. Whumper grabs his chin and pulls his face down to look at him. “I asked you a fucking question, Whumpee. Are you scared?”

“Terrified.” Whumpee whispers.

Whumper chuckles and lowers the gun. “Good.”

In one swift movement, Whumpee reaches for the gun, pries it from Whumper’s unsuspecting hands and points it at him.

“What about you?” Whumpee says, finger on the trigger. “Are you scared?”

He rolls his head, “Come on, put the gun down. I was never going to shoot you. It was just a game, Whumpee. Give me the gun.”

Whumpee scoffs and shakes his head, pressing the muzzle of the gun against Whumper’s temple. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

And before Whumper can respond, he pulls the trigger.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10 #killing in self defense #whumper #whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #whumpee turned whumper #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #whump #whump fic #whump writing

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uniquevoidflowers · 3 months

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Summary:

“Time!” That was Sky. He sounded frantic, and slightly angry.

“What’s going on?” He asked, concerned.

“The Yiga.” Sky gasped out. “The Yiga got Warriors.”

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Febuwhump 2024, Day 10: Killing in Self-Defence

#unique writes #linked universe #lu warriors #lu sky #lu time #lu malon #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #day 10 #killing in self defense #yiga clan #modern au

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femsanzo291 · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Diamond Hijikata/Juno Steel, Puck Falco & Rita & Juno Steel Characters: Juno Steel, Puck Falco, Rita (Penumbra Podcast), Diamond Hijikata Additional Tags: Accidental Death, Self-Defense, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Killing in self-defense, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Penumbra Creator Collective (Penumbra Podcast) Series: Part 21 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

The first time Juno killed someone and how the lady and everyone around him reacted.

Read at AO3.

For @badthingshappenbingo prompt Killing in Self Defense. The rest of my BTHB prompts can be found here.

#bad things happen bingo #juno steel #junoverse #puck falco #rita tpp #killing in self defense #fanficton #fanfic #the penumbra podcast #penumbra podcast

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waywardwizzard · 3 months

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Wash flicked a few random switches before standing up and stretching, his back cracking.

"I'm gonna go and make some tea. You want some?" he asked, glancing at Simon who was sitting in the co-pilot chair, fiddling with what was beginning to look like an origami dinosaur.

Simon hummed distractedly, carefully folding a corner back over.

Shaking his head with a fond smile, the pilot clattered down to the galley, whistling a song that's been stuck in his head for the past week.

He put on the kettle and pulled an old battered tea tin out of the cupboard, riffling through the large selection of teas Inara had bought last time they were on planet.

Plopping bags of Rooibos tea into two chipped mugs, he absent-mindedly put the empty packets in his pocket, running a finger over the beautifully embossed front. Simon could probably fold something out of them.

Just before the kettle could go off, Wash pulled it off the stove and poured the boiling water into the mugs, cursing quietly when some of it splashed on him, burning him.

There was a clang on the metal grill behind him and he turned, the mugs held carefully in front of him.

"Don't worry, doc', I'm almost-"

He looked up and into the barrel of a gun.

"-done. Ta ma de."

The gun holder stalked closer, a handkerchief hiding most of her face.

"Uhm, hi?" Wash said awkwardly, holding the mugs out in front of him, "Oh and, just so by the way, who the diyu are you? And what are you doing on my ship?"

"Where are they?" she asked, her eyes hard.

"They who?" He brightened. "The Captain? Bad luck, they just left-"

"The fugitives."

She pointed the gun at his chest, her finger on the trigger and murder in her eyes and Wash did the only thing he could think of.

Throwing the very full mugs of extremely hot tea at her, Wash grabbed the half full kettle, ignoring her scream, and swung at her. She fell to the floor, hitting her head on the counter on the way down. The bounty hunter was dead before she even hit the floor.

Wash put the dented kettle down, his heart beating in his throat and only one thought on his mind, the song forgotten.

Running to the cockpit, hoping she had been the only one, he barely made it out of the galley before something hit him from behind and everything went black.

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Author's note-

I love writing Wash & Simon friendship fics so I hope y'all enjoyed this one. The origami thing is a mini headcanon + longer fic I'm working (if you want to know more please let me know!)

And I'm sorry that this is late and that it's not really well written, I've written it in about 30 minutes without obsessively going over it about 20 times because things have been hectic lately.

Love you all and thanks for all the likes/reblogs so far <3 You Browncoats have really been making my month so far

#firefly #serenity #browncoats #space western #browncoats unite #firefly fanfiction #sci fi #simon tam #hoban washburne #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10 #tw: burns #tw: breaking in #browncoat for life #whump #whump fic #killing in self defense

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thethistlegirlwrites · 3 months

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By Invitation Only

When John opens the door to his apartment, he instinctively knows he’s not alone.

Part of it is the subtle undercurrent of his Second Sight, informing him of the slightly raised window sash, the displaced coffee table, and the marks on the rug that weren’t left by his own feet.

Part of it is the smell of blood permeating the air that he knows isn’t coming from him. Most nights, he might not question it, but he was stuck riding a desk tonight while the Harris case is under internal investigation. He’s positive it’ll get cleared up in his favor, he was defending a human who simply ran off before anyone could get their statement to confirm it, but until that staking is ruled justified, he’s out of the field.

The closest he’s been to blood all evening is filling out requisition forms for a new chiller unit for their clinic blood bank.

He draws his stake and moves slowly through the room, past the kitchenette and down the hall, to where a few specks of bright red stop outside the bathroom door.

He opens the door, and Emma looks up from where she’s scrubbing her stained hands in the sink. The mirror is disturbingly blank aside from the flecks of blood.

“It’s not mine.” She nods to the bathtub, where something wrapped in plastic bags is lying. “I was really hoping he was just going to dust on me.”

In retrospect, inviting Emma into his apartment that one time she was running from some vigilantes should probably have told him it wouldn’t be the last time she’d show up here. She’s free to come and go whenever she chooses, now, unless he moves.

“You brought a dead body into my apartment?” John asks, for lack of any other coherent response to the situation.

“Technically, two.” Emma gestures vaguely to herself, adding water and soap splatter to the blood speckling her scarlet blouse.

John doesn’t dignify that correction with a response.

“What do you expect me to do with it?”

“Nothing. I just couldn’t deal with him before sunrise, so I’m going to have to wait until sundown. Then I’ll dispose of him.” She shrugs. “I staked him and cut off the head for good measure. He’s not going to wake up on you.”

“You can’t just stash bodies in my apartment!”

“I’d have taken him back to the club, but I don’t have a car, and getting in a cab with a decapitated corpse tends to raise a few too many questions. Your place was closer.”

John doesn’t even want to ask what Emma is doing on this side of town, well outside her own turf.

“It was him or me,” She says, as if what John is worried about is the legitimacy of her kill. Apparently, old hunter habits die hard. “He brought a human host into my club, then bolted when I confronted him. By the time I finally caught up to him, he’d decided it would be in his best interests to get rid of me before I got him in trouble. Probably the only reason I did catch up to him. He was doubling back to get rid of me once he made it onto his coven’s turf.”

“And you couldn’t just leave his body laying around for the rest of his coven to find.” John is finally starting to understand the circumstances to this bizarre end to his night.

“Exactly. I didn’t leave any ties to myself at the scene, the stake is still in him, but he had the Luna’s stamp on his wrist. It wouldn’t have been hard for his coven to retrace his steps and find out I’d tracked him onto their turf and killed him.”

Technically, by vampire standards, she’s in the wrong.

But in hunter books, keeping a human host is a far more serious crime than crossing boundary lines.

John won’t be writing this up any time soon.

He pushes aside the shower curtain to inspect the body, just in case it’s someone tied to any open Chimera investigations. He doesn’t recognize the curly black hair or the puckered scar on the decaying cheek.

Emma keeps telling him she’s left the hunter world behind for good, but the stake in the vampire’s chest is newly made and the kind of quality Chimera always expects from its employees. Sure, plenty of vampires are known to kill their own kind in turf disputes and squabbles, but most go for means that display their strength. Throats torn out that leave victims to bleed into a coma, heads severed and sometimes kept as trophies. Hearts impaled with anything from twisted-off rebar to combat knives.

Vampires who use wooden stakes are few and far between. It’s considered a hunters’ weapon.

He grimaces and rewraps the plastic around the body. He really hopes none of the other building tenants complain to the landlord about smells until this body is gone.

They will if it stays in here all day.

“I’ll deal with him, Em.” John says. “I’ll just tell the crematory people to keep it on the down low because technically I’m not supposed to be on active duty.” The stake kill will certainly sell his story.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do if I don’t want my landlord busting in with the third complaint this month.” Okay, so he probably could have avoided the noise one, but it’s a crime to play Metallica on low volume. Apparently, it’s also a crime to play it on high.

He glances at Emma. “You hurt?”

“Not this time.” Emma holds up her now-washed hands and arms, showing the lack of any damage.

“There’s a clean t-shirt and sweatpants that should fit you in the guest room. Along with most of the rest of my laundry.” So sue him, he hates folding and never has anyone staying over. “I know you can’t sleep without your home earth, but I can pick some up on my way back from the crematorium. And some synth-blood.”

“I really don’t need all that. Just somewhere to lie low until the sun goes down.”

“My momma would have my hide if she thought I wasn’t treating my guests right.”

“She might also have your hide for inviting a vampire into your living space.”

John shrugs. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

He looks into the stained bathtub at the body. No way is he carrying this thing through the halls and down the stairs, or risking getting stuck with it in the temperamental elevator.

Apparently, this guy’s going out the way he came.

Down the fire escape.

Well, as far as mornings go, this is only the third weirdest he can remember…

(You can read this story and more from this universe on my WorldAnvil here!)

@catwingsathena @nade2308 @the-one-and-only-valkyrie @telltaleclerk @ettawritesnstudies @writeouswriter @whump-place

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10 #killing in self defense #tw: minor character death #tw: blood #emma cole #john stoker

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exquisiteagony · 3 months

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skydweller for febuwhump

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blackcat2907 · 3 months

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The bumblebee landed on Zoro’s head and crawled around on him. Zoro rolled his eyes and leaned back again. The bee paid him no mind and kept buzzing around, eventually flying off. The Sunny lolled in the gentle waves. Clouds drifted across the sky. No Marines or enemy pirates were in sight. The perfect day. Zoro hummed in appreciation and braved his arms behind his head, palms flat against the back of his head.

The metal bar clattered to the ground. Blood soaked her hands, blue eyes wide in shock and horror. Blood splattered across her face and the front of her white blouse. Hot tears streamed down her face, sobs wracked her body. Her knees dug painfully into the course dirt and gravel. The blood on her slowly dried, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. Her shirt stuck to her skin, needing to be physically peeled off. She hunched over and sobbed, bile rising in her throat. She vomited and hacked as her body quivered from shock.

#I AM SO SORRY #I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY'S PROMPT #Febuwhump 2024 #bees #killing in self defense #one piece #roronoa zoro #jewelry bonney

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lamaenthel · 3 months

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Killing In Self Defense

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: killing in self defense

The Ithorian stepped into the center of the speeder lane and raised his rifle. She saw the blue charging flare of the disintegration module flash. Qui-Gon clutched at the hole in his gut the assassin had punched with a slugthrower. Obi-Wan pressed down on his wound with her shawl and screamed at her to fly straight before she killed them all.

She couldn't swerve, so she hit the accelerator.

Characters: Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn Wordcount: 383

The windows were down when she hit him. There are pieces of the Ithorian on the landspeeder's hood, her hands, her face, in her mouth—

"Look at me." Obi-Wan's voice in the backseat is soft but urgent. "Look at me, Master, you're going to be fine. I've controlled the bleeding, I just need you to stay awake until we can get on the ship."

She couldn't swerve, so she hit the accelerator.

"There's… there's blood packs there. I'm O-positive." Qui-Gon is pale from blood loss. She's never heard that deep, rumbling voice sound so weak. Qui-Gon's presence at her back is always so strong, as infallible as a veshok tree; right now he sounds more delicate than a tiarek flower.

"I know, Master. We're almost there. Just breathe."

The Ithorian hit the hood of their speeder. He split apart like a ripe meiloorun and splattered. The windshield went dark with an opaque layer of midnight-blue blood. She carved out a single macabre wedge with the wiper blade and tried to stop hyperventilating.

"Satine, can you hear me?" Obi-Wan—for once—doesn't sound like he's mad at her.

"What?" she asks, swallowing bile.

"I asked if you're alright."

"Fine." She stares through the wedge. They've nearly reached the freeway. They stashed speederbikes on the edge of the treeline that borders… borders… "What planet are we on?" she asks. Her voice doesn't sound like her own. "I know where we're going, but it seems that I've forgotten where we are."

"Tholoth. We're on Tholoth."

"That's right." The skies of Tholoth are beautiful. The planet's axial tilt means that they can see the bright lights of the galactic core all summer long in the northern hemisphere. She glances up to the rearview mirror; Obi-Wan's ice-blue eyes are exceptionally bright against the scarlet coating of Qui-Gon's blood.

She can't bear to look at her own reflection and see what the Ithorian's blood has done to hers.

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jedi-lothwolf · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 10: Killing in self defense

Fandom: The Bad Batch.

Warning: Cannon typical violence and character death.

Summary: The regs never liked the batch but Tech didn't think they would try to kill him for being different.

Note: This takes place before the war. They are teenagers.

Regs had always hated clone force 99. They started to think they always would. That didn't bother the group of clones anymore. The cruel treatment that the 'defective' clone reserved from people who were supposed to be their brothers, never seemed to stop.

It was a beautiful day in Kamino. One of the few they had since it was always raining. The sky was a pretty shade of blue. So to make the most of the day, and because Hunter wanted him to get some fresh air if he was going to keep reading, Tech went outside. He didn't regret his choice, even if it was slightly chilly. It may have been a nice day but that didn't mean the wind wouldn't be blowing.

Whispers seemed to follow the batch. It made sense, at least in Tech's mind. The regs would not be used to seeing people who were different then them. They were defective in the regs eyes. People tended to be scared of the unknown and they were beings that confused the others.

Tech didn't blame them for being nervous around them. He did however blame them for the treatment they gave them. It was unfair. Even if he understood where it came from, they didn't deserve it.

Sitting against a wall near the side of the city, Tech read up on the different species of fish that were native to Kamino. It was fascinating to learn just how many there were.

"Oh look!" A slightly older reg laughed. "It's a member of the sad batch!"

"Yeah!" The other two clones that were with him agreed. Tech ignored them. He had fish to read up on.

"Should we show him where he belongs?" The leader smirked. The other two boys nodded and they started to walk towards him.

"Can I help you?" Tech finally asked.

"Grab him!" The older boy ordered. So the other two went to.

Sighing, Tech slid his data pad further into the deck and ducked under them. Standing, he turned around. He didn't want to find out 'where he belonged'. As soon as he turned his back on the boys, they grabbed him. "Let go of me" Tech said as he kicked at them.

They took him closer to the side. Wiggling his way out of there arms, Tech once more tried to escape. This time the older boy tripped him. He fell to the metal. Fixing his goggles, Tech turned around and went to get up. Instead a harsh kick met his side. He cried out in pain and tried to move away from them. "Leave me alone" he begged.

They didn't stop. It started with the kick to the side, but it's didn't stop there. They forced him from the ground and continued to beat him. Tech wasn't helpless, he was just weaker. Knowing how to beat them was what he was supposed to be good at. However the fear and pain kept him from thinking straight.

When the shoved Tech to the ground, he was bloody and bruised. Every part of him hurt. It was a nice day. So why wasn't anyone around? Why was he alone? It had been a nice day and weather wise, it still was.

The leader of the group motioned from the other two to hold him. They picked him up. The clone grabbed Tech's bruised face. ""Someone should have put you down a long time ago, defect."

True fear filled Tech's heart as the regs threw him to the side. The metal burned him as he just barely grabbed the side of the deck. A foot came down on his fingers and suddenly he was just handing on by one hand. Fearful tears fell from his eyes, gathering in his googles. He grabbed the leg of the older clones who had stomped on his hand and pulled himself up.

When the reg grabbed a large piece of metal from the landing zone and tried to hit him with it, Tech kicked his knee in from the ground. The clone lost his balance and fell to the deck. Then, Tech forced him off the side of the city, dooming him to a watery demise. He listened to the clone scream as he fell then they all heard the splash as he fell in the water.

"You just fucking killed him!" The regs took a step back. "Murderer!" They screamed at him.

"He was going to kill me." Tech breathed. Taking off his googles, he set them beside him. The clones kept stepping back.

There was a dead child in the water. A man Tech had killed. Yes, he had to. Yes, he was going to die if he hadn't. But that didn't change the fact that he had just killed an adolescent. Tech started to breathe harder then he was before. He had just killed someone.

Hunter ran out to his brother. He first tried to make sure he was okay. Crosshair and Wrecker stepped in-between the two groups. "I was walking around and heard what was going on. I got here as soon as I could. Are you okay?"

"He murdered Jimmy!" The clone on the left yelled. Wrecker looked back at Tech.

"Yeah sure" Crosshair scoffed.

"Get out of here!" Wrecker demanded, shoving one of the boys. They ran away from the scene. "They shouldn't be bothering you anymore.

It was silent other than the crashing of waves and Tech's sobs. "What happened?" Hunter asked.

But Tech couldn't talk. No words come out. He tried to explain but trying to talk seemed impossible. So instead they sat there. Hunter held Tech as he grappled with what he had done.

The oldest boy looked up from his place on the ground. They were 14 yet they already had to defend themselves from people who wanted them dead. That wasn't supposed to happen for at least four more years or whenever the war was to start.

What a way to live. What a waste of childhood.

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ronnieannroyals1 · 3 months

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Bleed B!tch Bleed!! On Ao3 a really late day ten

Alastor's first murder is when he's eleven. He knew his parents marriage was on the rocks. He knew his parents were aggressive, and loud towards each other, but he didn't see this.

His dad had never touched him before (Or so he thought)

His dad would never had hurt them before

Alastor was sure this wasn't his father anymore, but he wouldn't let this stand.

No one was allowed to hurt his mother.

Febuwhump Day 10 - Killing in Self Defense.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday10 #killing in self defense #child abuse #domestic abuse #alastor the radio demon

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whump-they-it-is · 3 months

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Damnation (1x7)

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sissytobitch10seconds · 3 months

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Febuwhump 10: To Spread My Wings

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows Summary: Inej doesn't like killing. She hates it, in fact. But she has to do it. She can't let herself be taken back there. Never again. Warnings: Murder, graphic depiction of violence, mentions of sex trafficking, and mental anguish Word Count: 564 Ship(s): Inej Ghafa-centric

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He grabbed her arm when she turned her back to him.

Inej could have sworn that the last blow she had dealt to his head with the hilt of her dagger had taken him down. She had watched the way that his body crumbled to make sure that he wasn’t faking it. She had made sure that his breath was coming in the long pants that someone who was unconscious made. She had done everything right and yet he still somehow managed to deceive her in a way that put her in a perilous position.

It wasn’t her first time in that kind of a situation, of course. She had been working for Kaz for nearly an entire year. While she had been able to get away with the beginning of her job taking her over the rooftops and into the windows of Ketterdam, what wouldn’t be the way that it was forever. Eventually people began to pick up on the fact that she had been working for Kaz, so they began to search for her. She was grabbed and wrangled when she was working and so Kaz began to bring her to more fights so that she could learn how to defend herself.

The way that this man was holding her wrist now made her brain begin to swim. She could see things that weren’t there, smell things that had long since been purged from her hair and skin, feel things that were burned months ago, and even taste the cheap champagne Tante Heleen’s girls were given.

Her heart jumped into her throat as the knife that she had tucked back into the holster of her sleeve slipped down into her palm. Her fingers curled around the ornate metal handle to remind her that she was safe, she could defend herself. She was no longer dressed in the fake finery of a woman who had purchased her like cattle. She was the Wraith, she was Inej Ghafa, she was a spider employed by Dirtyhands.

“You’re not going to get away from me that quickly, Suli slut,” the man growled. She didn’t even know what gang he belonged to anymore. A bit of black tattooing came to her mind after a bit of thinking, swirls of round lids and a broken barrel.

“Don’t touch me,” she whispered, her voice quavering in the urge to shout. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of it.

“I can touch what I want,” the man responded.

It only took a flick for her to turn around and slit the man’s throat. She watched the way that the crimson leaked from the wound, the structures of it only half sliced and now pulsing with the sticky fluid. The red spread out over his shirt and down onto the ground below them, staining her perfect boots. His eyes were locked on hers as his other hand reached up towards thee wound she had just left on him. As soon as he died, his eyes went glassy.

Inej wrenched her hand from his grip and then stumbled a few steps down the hall. She turned to the side and retched so hard that the vomit spewed from her nose in the hurry to get out. After her stomach had settled, she continued down the alley to the drain pipe so that she could scurry back to where she belonged.

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Febuwhump Day 10 - Killing in Self-Defense

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 870

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As soon as Icyhot enters the agency locker room, Katsuki can tell something is wrong.

“Oi, what are you doing back from patrol so early, idiot?” He cranes his neck to peer around the bastard’s back, “Did Deku put himself in the hospital again or what?”

There’s an odd glaze over the fucker’s eyes, and Katsuki can tell he’s not fully there.

At first, he considers a panic attack, but he’s seen Icyhot have those before, and this doesn’t seem quite right. “Hey, don’t ignore me, bastard.”

Todoroki continues walking forward, head tilting like a stupid dog. Katsuki wants to punch him.

Katsuki takes a half step forward, prepared to charge at the guy if he keeps ignoring him.

He growls, palms sparking, “You little-”

“KachAAAN!” Someone (definitely Deku) screams from down the hall. Uneven thumping footsteps echo off the walls, “KACCHAN GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Deku comes careening into the room, Katsuki’s gaze shifts to the door when his black whip-wrapped body becomes visible behind Icyhot.

He looks like hell on legs, torn strips of uniform fraying from his body, coated in dust and debris. It looks to be singed in some parts near his neck. His face is covered in fresh cuts, bleeding down his neck and soaking his suit.

“Wh- Deku? What the hell happened to you?” Momentarily letting his guard down, Katsuki regrets it immediately when Todoroki lobs a fireball right at his face.

He barely ducks in time, the flame hissing by his head before scorching the wall behind him.

“GET OUT OF HIM!” Deku screams, propelling himself up and tilting to kick Todoroki in the side.

The man grunts, stumbling to the side. He reaches out behind him and lets his ice attack Deku freely.

“The fuck-” Katsuki dodges a blast of ice, blasting at Icyhot’s shoulder to knock him off balance, “Deku what’s going on?”

Deku grimaces, punching his leg out of the ice block encasing it, “He’s possessed or something. I don’t know the reason exactly, but he’s not himself. I’ve tried everything I can think of to snap him out of it.”

Bakugo nods and aims a blast directly at the fucker’s face, at the very least they can get him contained and sort this out when he wakes up.

He holds it back, just powerful enough to send him crashing to the wall.

Todoroki’s head flies back with the force, bouncing off the metal locker next to him with a loud slam .

Deku grimaces, stepping forward with blackwhip ready to tie him up while he’s out.

Katsuki watches Todoroki’s back, relieved when his breathing remains steady. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t kill him, but it’s not every day he has to knock someone out while giving a shit about their life.

“This is what fuckin’ happens when I don’t go on patrol with you, huh?” Katsuki frowns, watching blackwhip curl around the hero’s wrists and legs.

There’s a splatter of blood on the gray metal, sliding down to where Todoroki’s head rests against it.

“He was normal until he wasn’t, I don’t even know when he was affected!” Deku whines, crouching next to his friend.

The air in the room stills unnaturally, and Katsuki is tempted to make a joke about Deku’s shitty observational skills when he notices the sharp tip of ice sticking out from the nerd’s back.

“Ghk-”

Shouto’s head turns unnaturally fast, and he stands without issue. Katsuki catches a glimpse of where his temple had split open on the metal. Blood trails down his cheek, and he’s not sure if the white shine is a reflection from the lights or bone.

“Deku! Holy shit!” Katsuki shouts, blasting Todoroki again and grabbing Deku by the hood of his costume to pull him out of the way. “Radio Endeavor, I’m taking this motherfucker out.”

“Kacch’n- Todoroki…” He gasps, one hand gripping his thigh and the other the jagged end of the ice sword sticking out of his stomach.

Katsuki sneers, cracking his neck as he closes in on the villain, “Not anymore it’s fuckin’ not. I hit him too hard, he should be down.”

Todoroki sends a massive wave of fire over his shoulder, firing blindly and carelessly.

It’s so unlike Icyhot that Katsuki can separate them.

An ice wall comes in between him and Icyhot just as he fires another shot, and he ends up blowing up a bomb of sharp ice shards right in his face.

They cut into his neck and hands, causing him to flinch just enough for Icyhot to get in a good shot of fire to his face.

He can feel it burn his eyebrows and bangs, much too close to his eyes for comfort. The heat stings and the bright light is just as disruptive to his attack.

Katsuki turns away from the attack, and looking back at Deku, sees the guy slumped down against the wall. Motionless.

Fuck, if he runs he could finish the nerd off.

If he stays they could both die.

He charges up his palms, the heat of his incoming blast tingling the nerves in his hands.

There’s a blinding light and a loud bang.

This time, when he fires, Todoroki doesn’t get back up.

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