#The aftermath and recovery 🥺

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Shattered #9 - It's Cruel To be Kind

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CW: Whumpee thinks Caretaker is new master/whumper, vampire caretaker, bloodbag whumpee, reference to vampire whumper/previous abuse/captivity, bloodbag whumpee, recovery whump, aftermath of nightmare, emotional breakdown/self doubt (August going through it!!!) [Pls lemme know if I missed any! 🫶]

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The wind is swept from August’s sails. It feels as though he’s adrift in the open ocean. Lost at sea with no waves or wind to carry him to shore. A storm rages overhead, lightning splitting through the pitch-black sky, dark clouds rolling in. There’s an island on the horizon, a glimmer of hope. It calls August - it beckons him. And he tries with all his might to paddle there, waiting for the gust of gaia’s wind to propel him towards salvation.

It never comes. The ferocious ocean waves sway August further away. Totally stranded and utterly helpless. 

August skulks out of Declan’s bedroom in bruised defeat. The desperate screams for mercy and freedom fade until they’re nothing but a distant echo, swallowed up by the silence of the house. This isn’t working. This isn’t fair. They’re getting nowhere. The road they are paving for the human’s recovery is nothing more than them blindly stumbling in the dark and feeling their way around, and it’s to Declan’s detriment. At his expense. Torturing the already tortured soul. 

It’s cruel, August thinks. He took an oath when he devoted his life to medicine; he swore to alleviate pain and suffering, to do no harm, and uphold ethical practices. This cannot be ethical. Surely. What he’s doing feels downright criminal and inhumane. Is it worth the healing of Declan’s body only to terrorise his mind? Leaving him in perpetual anguish and dazing confusion day in and day out. Keeping him hidden and isolated far away from his loved ones.

August slides his back down the wall, head buried in his hands. He can still hear Declan’s shrill cries ringing in his ears, piercing through his heart. Honestly? He always hears them. Day and night. Since that first day Declan woke up and nearly burst his eardrums with his terrified screams. August’s conscience won’t let him forget them, it’s harrowing.

Because Declan is scared half to death of August. The screams are because of him. 

Home might just be the best medicine for Declan. That is the true cure August is searching for. Declan may not be held here with ropes and chains or kept under the lull of persuasion; but he is wholly and unwillingly dependent on August for his survival. Declan has no choice now but to rely on the vampire for his entire humanity -  he’s too weak to fend for himself, let alone chase his own heart's desire. He is reliant on the vampire for his nourishment, for his health, safety and protection and even his communication. His whole way of life. The only way Declan can exercise his own free will, is if August helps him to.

And well…Declan keeps asking for home. Who is August to deny him that?

“He’s going to try some sleep again,” Lucas whispers across the hallway, careful to slowly and gently pull the bedroom door to. No loud or sudden noises. They’ve learned that the hard way. “I’ve promised him we’ll leave him to it for tonight. He just needs space to breathe.”

And then what? Declan jolts awake an hour later in floods of tears and hiccuping sobs again? Do they ignore it this time? Leave him be and let him cry it out? Or send Lucas back in…he likes Lucas. August knows he shouldn’t be, but he’s so envious of that. He’d never harm a hair on Declan’s head, he’s fought tooth and nail to save him. Why must he be branded the bad guy?

August knows the answer. That doesn’t make it any easier.

“I have never seen fear like that in my life,” Lucas slumps beside August on the floor, a far-away look on his face like he’s just seen a ghost. He stares blankly, dead ahead, at the floral wallpaper across from him, and shakes his head in disbelief, “What the hell do you put a man through to make him scream in his sleep?”

Hell. Exactly that. That’s what you put him through. You turn him into a zombie, living dead. A body forced to live when its mind is melted to a puddle. You send him to tango with death and live to tell the tale. Hurt him until he can’t feel it, and even then still hurt him some more. It’s impossible to comprehend the horrors Declan suffered, or fathom why or how someone could do that to another living, breathing being. But it happened, and August can’t change that no matter how hard he tries. 

“Lucas? Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

It’s a question that’s been rattling inside August’s skull for a while now. Guilt and sympathy fighting each other to the death. He only ever wanted to help Declan back on his feet, bring him completely back to himself and, help deliver him home all in one piece. August could never live with himself if Declan went home to his family,  lifeless and comatose. They may as well have sent him with his casket too. And he can’t send him back as he is now; the tattered man weeping himself into another dread-fueled nightmare.

Or can he? Should he?

“Without a doubt in my mind,” Lucas asserts, certain as can be. He says it with his entire chest, and he seems almost offended by the question. He straightens himself from his slouched slump on the floor, sitting up against the wall and crossing his legs underneath him, “What makes you ask that?”

August opens his mouth, but no words come out. His jaw clicks shut before he can even dare try. If he says it, it makes it all real, doesn’t it? Every worry springs into existence, everything he’s frightened of is brought to life. August will have to face all his mistakes and misdeeds, every foolish mis-step he’s taken in Declan’s care. But he has to own up to it sooner or later. Face the music. So he can do what’s right by Declan.

“I fear…  I fear we’re doing more harm than good to the boy.”

“August-”

“W-What if I’m getting this all wrong?” August falters, his voice thick with shameful, threatening tears. As Lucas shuffles closer to console him, August crumbles even more into the floor and wishes the ground would swallow him whole. “What - What if we’re hurting him, and sure maybe not hurting him like that vile monster who stole him but... in a different way?”

Declan still thinks and feels like a prisoner. He was trapped in Vince’s basement, and then he was trapped in his mind, his body and now trapped all over again. This time as August’s patient, stuck helpless in bed. 

But Lucas shakes his head passionately, giving a reaffirming squeeze to August’s knee. Lucas is too good to August, too kind and forgiving. It’s more than he could ever deserve in this life or the next. But right now his words of encouragement fall on deaf ears, August needs to be told how it is. And it's plain as day that his presence is damaging Declan, not helping him. Declan is still suffering. He’s supposed to be free and thriving, and he’s still hurting.

“Were it not for you, Declan would have taken his last pained breath that first night you brought him home. Even worse, he could have died a broken shell of a man in that basement, alone and suffering. You revived him. You gave him a second life.”

It doesn’t feel like it. What kind of life is jumping at shadows and cowering behind blankets? Terrified of what’s around the corner. A thousand words trapped in his mind that he could never say.

“I bought him. Like livestock…he thinks he’s my property-”

It’s time to call it a day, and let him give up the fight and lay down his sword.

“He’s just scared, August. He’s so scared, and all alone and horribly confused. He’s been through hell and back. It’s not you.”

“It is me, Lucas,” August disagrees,  “It’s what I am.”

A blood-sucking monster that stalks the night looking for its next prey to feed from and drain dry. August has spent his whole life trying to break free from that mould, to run far away from what he’s supposed to be and never look back. Somehow Declan sees right through him, right down to his core. He sees what August refuses and tries to hide from. His own blood, his very nature.

“How could he ever heal at the hands of something he fears the most?” August asks, disgusted with himself. He should rip out his fangs and run outside to bathe in the sun’s agonising rays. It sickens him that he is associated with the brute that did this to Declan. That August’s kind hunt and kill humans for food… for sport. Who could blame Declan for being scared of vampires. August is scared of vampires.

“He deserves better-”

“-Declan deserves you,”  Lucas’ tone was clipped, as if his word was final and there was no possible room for discussion. But August had known him so long, he could hear the affection underneath the terse words. “You are the best thing that could have ever happened to him. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Lucas once looked at him the same way Declan looks at him now. With nothing but fear and disdain in his eyes. Backed into the corner like a scared small animal.  August remembers the way he felt when they both locked eyes for the first time, terror meeting terror; it felt like he wasn’t worthy of breathing the same oxygen. That he was a monster, and should whittle the stake himself and hand it to Lucas with an apologetic bow. 

Has August always mistook help for harm?  He must be doomed to repeat the same cycle of pain. Maybe it’s just in his cold-blood. His vile, worthless blood. Vampires hurt humans. That's how the story goes. There’s nothing he can do to escape that fate.

“My friend,” August chokes up, grabbing Lucas’ hands to squeeze in his own, and stroking his thumb over his wrists.  “I wronged you. I hurt you. Just like I’m hurting Declan now.”

A thousand apologies could never make up for what he’s done, the hurt he inflicted. Years down the line the shame and regret still plagues him, festers inside him deep down. Over and over he’s told he’s forgiven, more times than there are drops in the ocean. Again, it doesn’t change the fact it happened.

“You saved me,” Lucas gasps in awe, astounded by August’s confession. Something they’d both long agreed was water under the bridge. “ Just like you’re saving Declan. Would you have given up on me?”

“Never.”

“Then why give up on him? When he needs you more than I ever did?”

A fire lights inside of August, determination burns within him. This isn’t throwing in the towel, this is him fighting. Doing what’s right, even if it feels wrong. If it means letting go-

“I’m not giving up on him. I would never give up on him. I want to do what’s best by him.”

“I trust you, August. And I think if you just hold in there, Declan will learn to trust you too. It just needs time.”

Time does heal all wounds, as they say. And maybe Lucas is right. Maybe if they just play the waiting game, Declan could make it through to the other side, unharmed and unafraid. Yet August knows that these aren’t fresh wounds - not anymore - they’ve turned to ugly, withered scars. A permanent mark on the boy’s mind, body and soul. There’s no curing that. But could Declan learn to live with that?

“Tell yourself what you tell him. He’s not a captive. We’re going to take him home, yes?” Lucas quirks an interrogative brow, and August nods miserably in response. Declan is starting to feel like a captive against all intent and promises. “I think if we drop him off in human territory now - lame and pain-riddled, scared of everything that moves - that is what would be cruel. Us looking after him and building him back up for a little bit longer; that’s the mercy he’s begging for. Even if he doesn’t realise that right now.”

“How do I know which path to take?” August whispers with a wince, like the daunting thought threatens to implode inside his mind.

“Humans know so little of vampire persuasion, how it affects the brain and body. He could be stuck like this forever. His family will get half their son back at best. Who knows if his state will deteriorate? If he’ll ever walk or talk again. We can help him, August. You know that we can help him feel human again.”

“I don’t want to cause him any more unnecessary pain,” August laments, “He’s been through enough.”

August was never under any illusion this would be easy. He was prepared to weather the storm from the second he first laid eyes on Declan. Down in that basement; knelt and bound, small and fragile, unreachable and lifeless - drowning in Vince's power. August can help Declan, he’s got him this far already, he’s nearly out of the woods. They could do it, this could work. But at what cost? 

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you,” Lucas promises, “Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Always…”

August had saved Lucas before, hadn't he? Perhaps there is still hope. Perhaps he can still save Declan.

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Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta-ing this chapter!!!!

Next update will drop on Monday! (7/8) 🫶 Time for a lil flashback to how August and Lucas met... 🤫

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Have you made a list or notes on whumpy Hallmark and if so where?🥺

You know what, I haven't yet! Let me do that for ya now. And if anyone wants to add their favs please do so!

A Gift To Remember: Darcy (Ali Liebert) hits Aiden (Peter Porte) while riding her bike and he gets knocked out and loses his memory. It’s pretty good.

Love on the Sidelines : Laurel (Emily Kinney) is a struggling fashion designer who finds herself with a job as a personal assistant for Danny (John Reardon), a quarterback sidelined with an broken ankle. Danny is on crutches for most of the movie and is recovery from his injury.

Spirit of Christmas: A young lawyer (Jen Lilley) finds romance with a spirit (Thomas Beaudoin) that takes the form of a human 12 days before Christmas. He was murdered and there are flashbacks to him being attacked and killed.

Christmas Homecoming: Stars Michael Shanks (Daniel Jackson from SG1!!) as an Army Captain recovering from an injury in battle. He's got a broken leg and suffers from survivors guilt and ptsd.

Hailey Dean Mysteries: Deadly Estate for some good poisoning whump of a medical examiner. You want unconscious? medically induced coma? respirator? bedside vigils? worry? waking up with a twitching hand? walking down the hospital floor holding onto their iv pole? Then this is the movie for you!

Love Blossoms: one small part when the main guy, Declan, gets sick with a cold during the movie. It’s kind of cute but the rest of the movie's got nothing.

Second Chances: "A badly injured leg forces fireman Jeff, who lost his father in a fire as a young boy, to rent a ground floor room during his recovery. Thus he moves in with Jenny, a 911 emergency call center operator, and her two young children, Luke and Elsie, who soon dote on him as an ideal substitute father and try matching him with their mother."

My Gal Sunday: Henry (Cameron Mattheson) gets shot in the beginning of the movie.

Signed Sealed Delivered Lost Without You: Oliver goes on a hike with his father. His dad trips and gets a seemingly innocuous injury on his leg but the two of them get lost in the woods and the injury turns out to be life threatening.

A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love: Eric (Alberto Frezza) is run over by a plow near the end of the film. There's lots of surgery, worry, hospital stuff.

Retreat to Paradise: "Jordan is recovering from a shoulder injury and his grumpiness tempts Ellie, his carer, to leave him to his misery. But will romance finally blossom?"

The Christmas Waltz: Roman (Will Kemp) hits his head due to slipping on an icy sidewalk and has to go to hospital

Taking a Shot at Love: "Sparks fly between a ballet instructor and a professional hockey player as she tries to help him recover from the same injury that sidelined her dancing career." It's not got a lot of whump but it is about a hockey player in rehab.

Martha's Vineyard Mysteries series: The whole series. Jesse Metcalfe's character Jeff was shot on a previous case and the bullet is still in lodged in his back and it causes him pain a lot AND he continually has nightmares about the incident. It's great.

Mystery 101: Killer Timing: Travis (Kristopher Polaha) gets blown up and even though the aftermath doesn't last long its still wonderful. He gets knocked out, there's an ambulance and hospital scene (kinda), worried family members.

Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater: Maggie O'Donnell (Ashley Williams) accidentally breaks Lucas Cavelli (Niall Matter)'s arm while carrying a Christmas Tree and offers him a room to stay in when he can't find a hotel room cause she feels guilty.

A Timeless Christmas: Charles Whitley (Ryan Paevey) passes out in 1903 and wakes up in 2020.

Aurora Teagarden A Bundle of Trouble: Martin Bartell (Yannick Bisson) gets shot in the shoulder

Christmas on the Range: Clint McCree (Nicholas Gonzalez) is attacked and beaten up pretty badly.

Mix Up in the Mediterranean: Josh (Jeremy Jordan)'s twin brother Julian gets hurt and can’t do a cooking competition so Josh takes over.

The Christmas Cure: Mitch (Steve Byers) falls off ladder and gets a concussion

Love's Christmas Journey: Sheriff Aaron Davis (Greg Vaughan) gets shot in the leg while chasing a robber. His injury is bad and gets infected. He gets a fever and is rescued by an old man who cares for him. The wound needs cauterizing and he suffers fever, chills, and more.

Hearts in the Game: Diego Vasquez (Marco Grazinni) is a hot shot baseball pitcher who has a panic attack during a game which costs the team the game. Turns out it was triggered by the anniversary of his moms death and he has another panic attack later in the movie as well.

Fourth Down in Love is about an athlete who is sidelined by an injury. Broken ribs I think? 

Rip in Time: Another fun time travel movie. Rip (Niall Mater) gets knocked out at least once. 

Three Wise Men and a Baby: Paul Campbell's character has social anxiety and has a sort of panic attack in the park at the beginning of the movie.

Jolly Good Christmas: Will Kemp's character falls into a frozen river and he comes out shaking and shivering and she gets him a blanket and tea and he needs a hot shower. 

That's all I've got for right now. The bolded ones have the best whump in my opinion so definitely check those out first :) Love's Christmas Journey and the Martha's Vineyard Mysteries are A+ whump hallmark movies. Do those first ;)

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Shinobu x fem hashira reader. In which the setting is the reader gets beaten up badly demon almost on the verge of death and the reader says along the lines of "My wife wont like what you did to me. She will come for you." (Referring to shinobu ofcourse) shinobu is able to track down their wife (us the reader hehe) and finds them only to walk in on the scene where the demon is beating the living shit out of the reader and shinobu is ABSOLUTELY LIVID and she rains hell on the demon. I believe Shinobu is a softie with the person she loves and can you add recovery scenes too? 🙏🥺 I JUMPED TO THE OPPORTUNITY WHEN I SAS YOUR REQUESTS OPENNNNN

My Wife Won’t Like What You Did to Me

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Since Yn’s on the verge of death, just a heads up that the injury and what Shinobu has to do to save her is a little gnarly. Severed limb and emergency cauterization. If anyone would like to skip that part, scroll down to the ‘***’ for the healing aftermath. Hope you like it! Word Count: ~2,115

This was bad. This was so so bad.

(Y/n) clutched the wound near her shoulder, the spot where her arm used to be. She must have been in shock, literal, medical shock because she couldn’t really process it. She just knew her adrenaline was through the roof right now. She looked back behind her at the demon that had managed to land such a devastating blow on her.

The demon chuckled, making a show of picking (Y/n)’s severed arm off of the ground, her sword still firmly gripped with the hand as if it still was a part of her. He pried the sword out of the hand, throwing it mockingly at (Y/n)’s feet while her tossed her arm carelessly behind him somewhere into the flaming buildings that surrounded them.

“Wanna try that again?” He asked.

(Y/n) grit her teeth and dropped to one knee. Her hand shook, slippery with blood, as she removed it from her wound to pick up the discarded blade.

She was a Hashira, it was her duty to fight to the bitter end. She would not cry, or grovel or run. She would hold her head high and die protecting the human’s scattered around this unfortunate little village until her very last breath.

She rose back up to her feet, blinking rapidly and trying to keep her breathing as even as she could. Her vision was growing foggy and she was dizzy and tired, but she refused to give up.

“You were determined, I’ll have to give you that.” The demon grinned, already speaking of her in the past-tense, “You were a fun fight.”

(Y/n) sucked in the deepest breath she could manage and readied the stance of her strongest breathing form. It wasn’t as airtight as it would have been with two arms, but it still emanated power.

She bursted forth, surprising the demon by nearly slicing through his head with a speed she had not yet displayed. It must have been the adrenaline.

Yet the demon managed to slow her nichirin with his hands, bringing it to an abrupt stop with only mere threads of sinew keeping the demon’s head attached to his body. He wrenched the blade from (Y/n)’s blood slicked hand and tossed it far too the side, looking a bit less cocky than before, but much more angry.

He slashed at (Y/n)’s stomach, causing her to quickly cover it with her arm. Then he swept her feet out from under her, knocking the air out of her lungs when she hit the ground.

“Any last words, vermin?”

Even now, (Y/n) had one specific person on her mind. Someone who she dreaded to leave because she knew she would be devastated. Someone she wished she could see just one more time. She struggled to regain her breath, but when she got a few shallow ones in she mumbled weakly,

“My wife won’t like what you did to me. She will come for you.”

“I’ll take care of her before she finds out. Would that help?” The demon pouted with faux sympathy and firmly stepped on (Y/n)’s sternum.

Before he could apply life ending pressure, something came sailing though the air behind him, stabbing him from the back of his head and having enough force to push all the way through.

A stunned, “Huh?” was all the demon was able to get out before the thin blade was swiftly pulled from his head and reinserted through his chest. Once, twice, three times in a rapid fire pace.

“Take your disgusting foot off of my wife, you fucking abomination.”

Shinobu had been following the trail of the havoc left in the wake of the battle. She had been called upon by (Y/n)’s frantic crow to assist and came as fast as she could. She reached the burning village square and found (Y/n) laying broken and bloodied on the ground while the demon loomed over her.

Her reaction had been instantaneous.

“Did you hear me, worthless fuckhead? Get! Off!”

She stabbed through the demon several more times, causing him to stumble away from (Y/n). Shinobu did not let up. She let her anger fuel each strike, poking holes faster than the demon could heal them.

The demon tried to fight back, but he was already brimming with various poisons. Shinobu kept stabbing at him until he became a pile of mush on the ground.

“Damn you.” Shinobu cursed breathlessly. She turned back to (Y/n) with a sob stuck in her throat and fell to her knees before her, assessing the damage.

“Shinobu,” (Y/n) wheezed, barely able to keep her bleary eyes open, “since when has there been three of you?” She joked, attempting to lighten the mood with her slight delirium. Obviously that wasn’t going to work.

“You can’t leave me like this. I can’t have you dying in my arms like Kanae, you promised me you wouldn’t. I won’t go through this again!” She cried.

Shinobu was desperate. (Y/n) was loosing too much blood. She would die before they got back to the Butterfly Mansion. She didn’t have the proper equipment to care for injuries like this out in the field. Shinobu’s eyes darted to the burning buildings around her. Not too far away, she saw a smoldering abandoned smithy.

“I’ll be right back. Keep breathing, my love. Don’t you dare give up.”

(Y/n) managed a quiet grunt. It was getting harder to stay lucid. She blinked, and she wouldn’t have guessed Shinobu had left her side, if not for the red-hot metal poker now gripped in Shinobu’s hands.

(Y/n)’s fuzzy mind could still put together what Shinobu planned to do with it. She weakly shook her head, stomach churning.

“I know, I know it’s bad,” Shinobu fought the urge to close her eyes as she pressed the hot end of the poker against her wife’s gushing wound, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

The scream, the sizzle, the smell… Shinobu would never forget. She repositioned the poker, and reheated and positioned again, until the wound was cauterized. (Y/n) had passed out after the first sear, which was probably best for both of them.

When she finished, she tossed the iron away and bent further, bumping her forehead against (Y/n)’s, tears falling onto her love’s eyelids and running down her cheeks as if they were her own.

Not long after, the Kakushi came running, bringing rainclouds in their wake. The fires around them sizzled and sputtered out while the Kakushi loaded (Y/n) onto the stretcher they had brought and on Shinobu’s command they sped back to the estate as fast as they could.

Shinobu never let (Y/n) out of her sight for a second. She kept her fingers tight over her wrist, monitoring every weak beat she felt. Between ordering the Kakushi around to run ahead and move faster, she was cooing in (Y/n)’s ear, telling her that she loved her, that she needed her to keep fighting.

The storm that had blown in picked up, the winds whipped around them and an earth-rumbling crack of thunder joined the slamming of the mansion doors when they finally arrived home.

But there was no time to relax, (Y/n) was taken to the prepared operating room. Only the most dependable and skilled of the Kakushi were allowed inside with Shinobu as she set herself up to work for the the next several hours as the storm whipped around outside.

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A week had passed since that fateful night. Currently, Shinobu was attempting to make herself appear less like a crazy person after catching a glance at herself in a mirror. She had been beyond disheveled, visible darkness and slightly puffy bags under her eyes. She hadn’t left (Y/n)’s side until she was no longer tightrope walking the line between life and death.

She had left (Y/n) in the other girls’ care and they took shifts while Shinobu focused on taking care of herself. Sleeping was hard, she often woke from a dead sleep, frantically feeling the other side of the futon for (Y/n) before remembering she was in the infirmary. She always had to take a peek and check in when those nightmares surfaced.

When Shinobu almost looked like herself again, she took over for Kanao, smiling and thanking her softly before moving around the room, opening windows to bring in sunlight and the sweet scent of flowers.

Then she took the seat Kanao had vacated next to (Y/n) and took hold of her hand between both of hers.

“How are we feeling this morning, darling?” She spoke through a sigh, rubbing the war worn knuckles within her grasp.

Shinobu always made a habit to talk to (Y/n), even though she couldn’t hear her anyway. If (Y/n) could know that she was there, even subconsciously, maybe it would help her heal a little faster.

“It finally stopped raining. Can you feel that nice breeze? The sun’s out too.” She pressed her wife’s hand to her lips and nuzzled it against her cheek.

She closed her eyes and just focused on the feeling for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes fell upon (Y/n)’s residual limb. Her bandages could go for a refreshing, applying more burn ointment would be a good idea too. Then there was the lacerations on her stomach and her cracked sternum to consider as well.

Everything seemed to be healing fine, as fine as they could be only a handful of days after surgery. However, she knew that (Y/n)‘s life would be fundamentally different going forward. There were already rumors of an early retirement being passed around the halls, and although Shinobu selfishly desired the outcome, she made sure to stop such rumors in their tracks.

The only people who could make that decision were (Y/n) and the Master. No one else.

Shinobu tucked (Y/n) back in and took her seat again. She leaned her arms over the edge of the cot and rested her cheek against her overlapped forearms.

“I know you’re working very hard to heal, but I miss you so much. It feels like you’re so far away even though I can still touch you and see you.” Shinobu’s eyes fluttered shut. “You just keep getting better. I’ll be… right here…”

Shinobu awoke with a jolt and a silent scream stuck in her throat. When she remembered where she was, she put her face in her hands and forced her breathing to even out.

“That didn’t sound good.” A voice croaked.

Quivering fingertips brushed against Shinobu’s hair, she jerked her head out of her hands and looked ahead, her hands clasped the one before her and cradled it against her face.

“I wanted to wake you sooner,” (Y/n) smiled fondly, a sympathetic gleam in her eyes, “but as you probably notice.. I can barely even talk.. without feeling out of breath.”

“Are you really awake, or am I still asleep?” Shinobu reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, as it had grown darker since she had dozed off.

“If I’m not, then we must be sharing.. the same dream.”

Shinobu leaned over (Y/n) and kissed her face all over, relishing in the tired giggles she elicited. She felt (Y/n)’s arm struggle to drape itself over her back, then a quiet, “Oh,”

“What is it?”

Shinobu sat up a bit, catching (Y/n) looking at what was left of her arm, she frowned.

“I wish that had just been a nightmare.”

“Me too.” Shinobu, took (Y/n)’s face in her hands to refocus (Y/n)’s gaze upon her, “But we still have each other. We can adapt to anything as long as we’re together. The commitment we’ve made to each other cannot be so easily broken.”

(Y/n) put her hand over one of Shinobu’s and smiled.

“I love you.” Shinobu nuzzled her forehead against her wife’s.

“I love you too. Thank you for saving me. I know it must have been.. hard to see me like that.”

“No harder than it must have been for you to go through it.” Shinobu tilted her head, listening, then she smiled and leaned away. “Incoming.”

Before (Y/n) could ask her what she meant, Sumi slid open the door. When she saw that (Y/n) was awake, she jumped in place before running down the hall.

“She’s awake! She’s awake!” They could hear her yelling as she went.

Before long, a small stampede was heard tromping back through the hallway. (Y/n) and Shinobu found themselves surrounded by all of their girls, the Kamado siblings, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. Even some Kakushi piled in front of the door to peer excitedly inside.

Shinobu’s heart was warmed by the scene, watching everyone excitedly talk to (Y/n). The little moments like this were important, she was glad she still had the love of her life with her to enjoy them.

#demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny oneshots #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kochou #shinobu kocho #requests #anonymous

[serickswrites]

Villain Whumpee and your Hero Caretaker is smt🥺

Can you do the next part? Maybe with extra fluff/comfort? And pain ofc💯❤️

I am so glad you have been enjoying it! Please enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, wounds, unconsciousness, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath

Hero stopped just short of Lair, Villain hanging limply in their arms. They had to get Villain in there. But they knew that they wouldn't receive a warm welcome.

And they probably didn't deserve a warm welcome. They hadn't rescued Villain before Superhero ordered them to be tortured. Whatever punishment Supervillain had planned for them, Hero felt was probably appropriate.

"Hold on, just a bit longer," they murmured to Villain. Villain shifted bonelessly in their arms as they ran forward.

"HELP!" Hero roared as they raced towards Lair's entrance. They thought it better to announce their presence than take a chance on being attacked from behind. "I NEED HELP!"

Supervillain appeared out of nowhere. "What do you, oh God! Villain!" Supervillain hurried forward arms outstretched. "What did you you do?"

Before Hero could warn them not to grab Villain from their arms, Supervillain was pulling Villain away. Villain's stifled scream had both Supervillain and Hero jumping. "I need you to help them." Hero said as Villain fell silent once more in their arms.

"What did you do to them?" Supervillain asked as they started towards the door. "Come along," they grumbled.

"I don't know what Superhero ordered to be done. I just know that Superhero hurt them. Hurt them badly."

Supervillain glared at Hero. "Badly doesn't even cover it."

Before Supervillain could interrogate Hero further, Villain moaned with pain. Hero rubbed soothing circles with their thumb on Villain's cheek. Villain fell silent once more.

Supervillain sighed. "Bring them to the med bay with me. We've got work to do."

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[bluerose5]

Stargazing with shavik??? Pretty please??

Love them! Just a couple of soldiers in a post-war galaxy. 🥺

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There came a time in life when the war ended.

The soldiers came home, laid down their weapons, and took a breath.

For once, the impossible seemed possible. Species all across the galaxy banded together. All of Commander Shepard’s hard work finally paid off, and that unity survived into the aftermath of the Reaper War. Recovery efforts were extensive; but for the first time in a long while, hope persevered.

There would come a time when Shepard’s help would be needed again. Of that, they were certain.

And when the call came, they would answer.

For now, however, they were going to enjoy the peace while it lasted.

Calloused fingers reached out at their side, brushing lightly along the tips of tall grass. Each blade danced in the cool, evening breeze, their color slightly washed out in the darkness of night.

Echoes of the past whispered through each individual blade of grass, the effects of the Cipher growing stronger with each passing day. Slowing to a halt, Alyx let their eyes slip closed, and they listened.

Flashes of memories played out like scenes out of a movie. Children chased flying insects native to the area. Young lovers sprinted through the fields with breathless grins. Fires roared while the geth trampled past the destruction left in their wake. Ghosts of an empire cried out as their home was annihilated.

Alyx hadn’t even realized they were holding their breath, not until they felt fingers brush against their own.

They inhaled sharply, and fresh air brought in a rush of oxygen along with it, causing their head to spin.

The memories they could sense around them were replaced with familiar ones, most of them equally as chilling, but familiar nonetheless.

Alyx opened their eyes to stare at Javik.

It was still so strange, seeing him outside of his armor, experimenting with different styles from various species. Civilian attire suited him, though, especially the looser, lighter fabrics that he seemed to prefer.

In spite of themself, Alyx smiled.

Javik spared them a glance, lips parted.

“What?” he asked.

They immediately shook their head.

“It’s nothing.” He leveled them with a curious stare, so Alyx shrugged. “I was just thinking that this is where we first met.”

"That, it is," he replied, then snorted after a second. "Don't tell me you're feeling sentimental, Commander."

"And if I was?" they countered, never one to back down around him. "Would that be so bad?"

He considered that, fingers twitching.

"No, perhaps not." 

For the first time since Alyx knew him, everything about him was so gentle. His voice, his eyes, his touch.

When he reached out to take Alyx's face in his hands, Alyx surrendered to all of the emotions, thoughts, and memories exchanged between them. He traced every single detail, fascinated, and Alyx let him.

Eventually, he asked, "Tell me. What do people like us do when there is no war to be fought?"

A fair enough question. He had been born into battle. It was all he knew when he went to sleep, and it was the first thing he woke up to in a far-distant future.

Alyx knew a time "before" war, but their time on Earth sometimes felt like a battlefield in and of itself.

They placed their hands over his, stopping them in their path, and squeezed.

For that moment, he sounded so lost, and that feeling echoed through Alyx, both of them feeding into the feeling.

That didn't mean they couldn't at least try and make sense of the uncertainty.

"When the war is over, soldiers must find a new purpose," Alyx explained in a whisper. "Easier said than done, I know, but we have to keep going. We build a new life."

They glanced back over their shoulder, the lights from the colony twinkling like stars themselves.

"That's what Eden Prime has always been, right? A beginning and an end. A place where our old lives ended and our new ones began." They took a deep breath to steady the tremor in their voice. "It was where the Reapers' war on this cycle first started, so… I don't know." They gave a half-shrug. "I felt it was fitting to end the post-war victory tour here, to remember those lost."

Even then, off in the distance, they could hear celebrations in full swing. While there was still much to rebuild, scars that needed to heal, the colonists were more than happy to have a reprieve away from all the devastation that had been inflicted upon them, time and time again. They were given a chance to focus on all of the good that life had to offer, so they seized the opportunity.

They definitely earned the break, and then some.

"Figured this was our chance to put the past to rest," Alyx said. Hesitantly, they wrapped their arms around him, but Javik accepted the embrace without complaint. "Together."

Golden eyes stared down at them. For a split second, he glanced towards the colony, humming low in contemplation.

"Together," he said with a hint of finality. "But let's take a walk. You mentioned on the ride here that it's been a while since you've seen the stars from planetside."

"It has been," they stated, wrinkling their nose ever so slightly, "and Earth wasn't exactly known for its views when I grew up there. Too much pollution at the time."

Not to take into account its condition when Alyx was last there, but neither of them mentioned that.

Javik tugged them along instead.

"Then, let's go." He coaxed them away from all of the noise. "We're not going to see much this close to the settlement."

"Yeah," Alyx agreed, "although, if we want the full impact, then we have a long trip ahead of us."

"That's never stopped us before."

"You're right."

And it wasn’t going to stop them now.

They tangled their fingers together, and they set off into the night.

They lost track of time after a while, but that mattered little to them. They continued walking, hand in hand, no matter how many times they faltered.

Cybernetic scars split open Alyx's skin in little, web-like cracks, but they hardly felt as self-conscious about them now as they did when they first woke up after Project Lazarus. The violet lighting glowed, penetrating through the haze of darkness.

Each step forward revealed how Alyx favored one side while walking, a noticeable limp to their right leg that never really went away after the war.

Their right arm was completely prosthetic. Metallic at the moment, but it worked well enough for them.

There were scars from burns that never quite healed right, and pain always lingered, even if nothing more than a dull background noise.

Alyx coped with it as best as they could, took it all in stride, or so they let on.

It was their reminder of all that they had survived, the sacrifices that they made to get to where they were.

It was a reminder that they were still alive, that they got an actual chance to live.

Neither one of them said much throughout their journey, but the unspoken exchanges through touch said enough.

Once they reached the top of a hill that overlooked the main settlement, they came to a stop.

"Shall we have a seat?" Alyx asked, waving towards a spot on the ground.

Javik grumbled, but Alyx knew him long enough to know when he was about to start trolling.

"You mean you didn't bring anything for me to sit on? Unacceptable. I'll have you know that I do not need to settle for these types of condi—"

"Oh, shut up."

With a shove of their biotics, they knocked him onto his ass.

Before he could respond, they were already snuggling up to him, their back to his chest. As they squirmed their way in between his legs, they took his arms and wrapped them around themself, a smug smile upon their lips.

Javik huffed, disgruntled yet fond.

"I think you just like to push me around."

"I like to put you in your place," Alyx corrected, their expression coy. "'Pushing you around,' as you call it, is a part of that at times, but I certainly don't hear you complaining."

A lone grunt of acknowledgement, followed by a pointed silence, was answer enough.

Alyx snickered, nudging him lightly.

"Now, hush. Enjoy the view with me."

Not a difficult order to follow. Away from all the light and noise, the night sky lit up in delight. Stars came out of hiding and brightened for their audience, glittering like precious gems. 

Alyx mapped out that portion of the sky in their mind, seeking out familiar constellations with the eagerness of a child.

Even the soil held onto fragmented remains of those who came before, explorers that charted their course through the vast sea of space.

Perhaps that could be their new purpose. To explore, instead of fighting. Even the Milky Way still had a lot of untouched areas, ready and waiting to be seen.

All things considered, staring up at those stars reminded Alyx how small their corner of the universe truly was.

It might make their lives seem insignificant to some in the grander scheme of things, but Alyx thought that it emphasized the importance of their home all the more, to have so many willing to fight so hard to preserve the integrity of a speck of dust that was lost amongst the sandstorm.

Parting their lips, they released a shaky breath.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" they whispered.

"Yes, you are."

A solid beat passed before they fully processed that, startling even themself by laughing aloud.

"I meant the stars."

"Oh." He sounded extremely unimpressed compared to before. "Then, yeah, they're alright."

Alyx couldn't help but to grin, even as they rolled their eyes.

To think, they had traveled all over the galaxy, met so many people, but they found their solace in the arms of a Prothean. An alien outside of his time.

And while they might not ever be the types for grand gestures or flowery words, they had something that simply worked for them, and that was all that mattered.

Understanding, familiarity, belonging.

Alyx wouldn't trade that for anything.

Turning in his arms, they captured his lips into a kiss. They knew that it was still strange to him, to show affection in such a way, but he never hesitated to kiss them back.

Roaming hands quickly sought out bared skin, so many words communicated at once yet left unsaid.

Right now, they might feel like a couple of worn-out souls, left floating adrift on their own, but Alyx had faith in them. They'd find what awaited them beyond the uncertainty.

Even those lost at sea could one day happen upon a shore.

When the time was right, they wouldn't hesitate.

They would take that first step towards solid ground, towards stability.

And they would do so together.

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #alyx shepard #themshep #genderfluid shepard #javik #shavik #bluerose answers #bluerose writes

[writing-whump]

Let me say it - "At your mercy" was pure f*cking perfection. I couldn't imagine it better. What you did with this prompt was *chef kiss*. All the little nuances and mentions about what happened with the father, but we still don't know WHAT. Isaiah scared, that Matt won't be home or will be mad at him. The whole thing between Matthew and Hector 🔥 (okay, I have to admit, I started to like Hector, even if Matt is still my favourite marshmallow), it was so interesting to watch them interacting. (they deffinitely can bark 🐺) I'm so curious how their dynamic will look in the future. But for now I'm so happy they work together, because of course they both love Isaiah. And, yeah, Isaiah. You wrote his pain so substantially. Will he even learn? D: (knowing a little how you write those characters changing, and infuencing each other, I have faith 🥰)

Oh my God, I'm so emotional about them. 😭 Can we hope for a little aftermath after this?

I'm still anonymous, but i have to find a way to comment your fics properly. For now, it is like it is.

Thank you for your writing! 💖

A.

Oh my God, A.!

Asks with comments like these are such a joy to read!!!🥺💙 Hearing your thoughts to specific parts is so good, I can see what worked and what it felt like. Aww, these are such a dream.😍 So so honoured you are enjoying the story!💙

I'm glad Hector is growing on you! 🥰 Hahaha that is a cool way to say it, the two going barky at each other 😂😇.

There is growth on the plan for all of them. Slow, but forward 😌 sometime with a step back. Once Isaiah's heart really causes a serious collapse, it's going to be a longer recovery ahead.👀

Thank you so much for reading and for sharing your thoughts like this! It means so much to me to hear. 🥰✨️

Always feel free to come to my inbox to share theories or thoughts, requests, wishes or comments or just chat, really. It's super super sweet.🥰😍❤️

Thank you so much, A.!

#asks #lovely people #comments #thank you!!! #as for aftermath they will all have to deal with this in their own way... #ask #A anon

[rlbbackup]

Do you have any fic recs for someone new to the fandom (who read the manga)? 👉👈

(sorry this took me a while!)

Hi Nony! Here are some pickings from my recs. (to note...almost all of them have some variation of TwiYor because I'm trash, but the stories are good outsideof the ship as well, especially in some where it takes a back seat).

I love lacrow's works in general and recommend checking their other works out, but this one I keep coming back too because it's too dang funny. The premise is: what if Karen (Twilight's girlfriend from the mission prior to Strix) went looking for him rather than just letting him go after he broke up wit her at the restaurant? Hijinks and drama ensue. (Completed)

This one is a DOOSY - filled with angst and whump, but also some really sweet comfort and family feels. There's references to Chapter 62 and deals with injury recovery.

The premise: a side mission goes terribly wrong for Twilight and he's found by his "fake" wife and daughter two blocks from home. Horribly wounded. (Completed)

Tuntunaa's other works (especially Late) are very good as well!

This one is a pretty personal recommendation, but Hetaliawall did a fantastic job of taking the "Anya gets kidnapped by the scientist" trope and deals with the aftermath. (CW: Loid and Yor are VERY RAW in this. Parental arguments and lots of guilt are in the first chapter. From then on, Anya is very traumatized and struggles.)

Summary: When Anya goes missing Loid and Yor would do anything to find their daughter. Anything. (Incomplete, in progress)

Summary: Yor gets haranguing by her coworkers once more about her marriage to Loid and they demand to know about their honeymoon. Poor Yor lies and now all Twilight wants to do is fix this...by taking her on the honeymoon he should have months ago. (Incomplete, in progress)

This has been removed from AO3 by the author. Hopefully RyuuNoKami will return with it someday 🥺 but if not, it was a pleasure to read while it was being written.

This one is a guilty pleasure fic of mine. This one is heavily TwiYor centric but Anya plays wingman to her parents and is a delight. There is a lot of Mutual Pinning in this, as well as the stupidity that comes with that.

A different first meeting fic for Anya and Twilight. Time travel AU. This one focuses heavily on the father-daughter dynamic but is also heartbreaking.

Summary: the scientists send Anya back to the past for a test of her powers and she meets a boy called Advisor. He didn't expect to get attached... He didn't intend to lose her. (Complete)

(RATED M FOR VIOLENCE)

Have another Lacrow rec because the Crow is awesome! This is another father-daughter rescue fic that focuses a LOT on Twilight's abilities as a spy. Anya doesn't make a physical appearance, but she is never far from Twilight's thoughts.

Summary: Anya is captured and nothing will stand in Twilight's way of getting her back. Nothing. (Complete)

And that's a sampling of my recs! On my AO3 account (Rachellysebrook) I have more recommendations and definately recommend the authors other works as well.

Other authors I recommend: @tare-anime , @pattywritesangst , espers770, TETRACIDE (warning, this author does write smut), @fallsintograce , and @nightofnyx8

Happy reading!!

#Hi Anon! #rachel has a message! #spy x family #sxf fic recs #loid forger #yor forger #agent twilight #anya forger #twiyor

[lemonandpie]

Pls tell us about your drables, all the ideas u don’t know if you’ll write yet…? 🥺👉👈

But also hell yeah I will!

Fics

Dick gets abducted by a company that brainwashes people into sex dolls while he's investigating them. He's rescued-- this is the aftermath. (Loads of Dick being torn between his recovery and wanting to be under hypnosis again. Eventually ends up with the best of both worlds. Problem is I keep using this same idea for every DCU ship I have and I can't pick one 😂)

Dick makes a deal with a god to bring Jason back to life (it gets...weird. One day I'll embrace the weirdness long enough to write it down)

A lot of the stuff I put in Plot Bunny Corner are ideas I'm not sure on. Bruce hypnotizing Dick is something I definitely want to write though.

Originals

Thief ends up stealing a girl's identity who is in an arranged marriage to the most powerful mob boss alive. The mob boss figures out he isn't who he says very quickly, but forces him to pretend to be his new bride anyway (this could so easily be rewritten as Sladick, but I also want to write something original dammit)

Investigative reporter who keeps getting in over his head and the serial killer who is in love with him

I'm also really obsessed with the idea of writing an omegaverse historical epic. The world building! The plot :(

#This is definitely not an extensive list but 😅 #And then there's the stuff I have started writing (Peter hypnotizing his new stepson Stiles Oedipus DickDamiBruce love triangle etc)

[thisis-an-original-name]

y’all really took Umbrella Academy season 2 for granted and I bet you’re regretting it now that we’ve all lived through the clusterfuck that was season 3

Luther was smack in the middle of a realistic and well written “redemption” arc (redemption in quotes because he was never really a villain in the first place). The Allison/Luther bullshit was firmly behind us and we got to see him FINALLY being pissed at Reggie which was so satisfying.

We got to see Diego’s softer side in his relationship with Lila but we also got to see him being a capable badass at the Commission. And the HAIR. 🥵🥵🤯🥹

God I miss season 2 Allison. I miss her so much. She deserves to have a wholesome, supportive relationship and the character development of her living a life that she EARNED was so satisfying. I still wish we’d gotten to see the aftermath of her injury a little more but it was nice to watch the flashback where she and Ray fell in love. (Raymond Chestnut my beloved you will always be famous)

I know we all like to clown on Klaus’ cult storyline and how dismissive he was of Ben but I see Season 2 Klaus as a necessary waypoint for him to get to a better, more well adjusted place. Recovery isn’t linear and I think Klaus did need to hit a few more rock bottoms before he got there. He was also such a sympathetic character, dealing with loss and the long avoided consequences of his actions. And yeah, the Ben/Klaus beef came kinda out of nowhere but it was realistic for Ben to start to resent Klaus after 15 years of putting up with his bullshit nonstop. At least it was more realistic than whatever happened with Viktor and Allison in S3.

Five was just Five. He’s always Five. But I feel like he was peak Five in season 2. The paradox psychosis episode? His conflict with Viktor? The Five-Luther-Elliot-Diego-Lila bonding time? We got to see him be closed off and hyper focused but somehow still bonding with his siblings.

Ben 🥺 Ben 😢 Benjamin Jessica Hargreeves 😔 I miss you so much you were so kind and loyal and supportive and sassy and hot and I don’t understand why they brought you back if you were just going to be a shell of your regular self. we love you we miss you thank you for your sacrifice.

And don’t even get me started on Season 2 Viktor. God, what a badass. I think giving him temporary amnesia was a really good choice because he got to be free from the anxiety and guilt of everything that had happened at the Academy. And then we got to watch him evolve into the badass that he is and give the middle finger to token homophobe Carl and the entire FBI. Sexy of him.

And the new characters????? Listen Sloane is cool and all but she will never be Lila or Sissy or Ray. Also cutting The Handler was a shitty decision. She was such a good villain and I miss her.

It’s also funny to me that S2’s definition of family bonding was the salon scene and S3’s definition was Klaus getting thrown into traffic by his abusive father.

And the aesthetic was so good?? It was bright and colorful but still felt like The Umbrella Academy, which I’m sorry but season 3 did not.

Anyway thank you for letting me scream into the void. I’m gonna go rewatch season 2 and pretend that season 3 had no impact on canon. Hargreeves Siblings I love you all and I’m sorry they replaced you all with inconsistent cardboard cutouts. Goodnight and god bless.

#the umbrella academy #c screams into the void #tua s3 #tua s2 #hargreeves siblings #tua

[a-tale-of-legends]

A plot bunny jumped into my head. Elliot has an accident in the subway tunnels and every friend from Galar who can flies to Unova to visit her in the aftermath.

🥺🥺🥺 for many reasons. Also I saw the other ask, don't worry!

I'm going to assume that this accident was pretty bad, since it would be enough for her friends from Galar to physically go to Unova to check up on her. She's okay, fortunately, but would have to stay in the hospital for a while.

Now for what type of accident she would be in causes my mind to blank, so I don't know if she would be unconscious for a bit or otherwise, but the general line is that she wasn't expecting them to actually come to Unova. In her head, it's not really a big deal ( she's still getting used to people going out of their way for her), and was really confused when she got them as visitors. I won't lie, the knowledge of knowing that people are going out of their way for her and worrying about her does make her tear up a bit. Especially if they bring gifts. Like holy moly, it was just an accident not need to go all out ( she says " just an accident" as she lays on a hospital bed).

Raihan would be the most outwardly calm, but Elliot knows better. He was probably panicking the whole way to Unova ( bet he almost opted to just fly there in his Flygon). He brought Elliot some of her comfort snacks ( he wasn't sure if she was able to eat but he brought them anyway). He was planning on remaining cool calm and collected so Elliot won't get totally overwhelmed, but I feel he just breaks and gives her a hug at some point.

Leon kinda has this sense of deja Vu when seeing Elliot in the hospital bed. If I'm being honest, everyone does. For Elliot and Alexis, this wouldn't be their first time here, and are just thankful that it doesn't involve losing another limb or worse. For the others, it's reminiscent of the flurry of events that happened after Eternatus was defeated. Fortunately, again, all is good, but the fear never really goes away. And they all express this! They ask her how she's feeling, if she needs anything, wants anything etc etc. Honestly I take back what I said about Elliot tearing up a bit. She just cries. She's not used to this and feels so loved and is so grateful for it.

I feel like after that things get less hectic, a bit more calm. They all talk to each other, laugh, and even meet A and E's friends and family in Galar!( Raihan bonding with Emmet over double battles and earthquakes lol).

It started out as a scary accident and is now a happy recovery process :D

#r rambles #oc: alexis jones #oc: elliot jones #r answers #i love them all #and thanks for asking! #elliot getting the love and attention she deserves 🥰

[daringyounggrayson]

For the question post. I'm choosing "I was not born to drown" because it's one of my all-time favorite stories of yours and one of my favorite Dick stories ever! Questions 1, 3 and 11. 😊

i'm 🥺 thank you so much that's so nice of you to say!! and omg i will update it soon i promise writing is a Thing right now but know i'm trying my best

right so answers to your questions - here we go!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

well from a plot perspective, i knew i wanted to write an aftermath fic for the Doctor Hurt incident as soon as i read it and Dick was pretty much fine right after, so that's probably the main reason. then the chronic migraine aspect was, idk, maybe just a "writing what i know" kind of thing? but generally, i guess there were some things i wanted to say about chronic illness/pain and recovery and identity, and (i hope) this is a pretty good vessel for that, as well as exploring Dick's character and how he might cope with something like this

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

all i can think about is the stuff i'm writing for the next chapter, but i did go back through and skim through what's posted, and i like this bit from chapter 4:

Dick nods. As terrible as having the migraine felt, he knows how awful it can be to watch someone you love suffer. How awful it can be to think someone you love is on death’s door. There’s not anything anyone can say to make that hurt less.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

honestly i think the reaction to it! it's not my most popular fic, but a lot of people have commented that they can relate to the fic/its themes, and i think that's really cool and not something i really gave much thought to. if anything, i was terrified that other people would read it and be like "omg how could you misrepresent something so bad" 😅

#thank you for the ask! and for your comments on the fic - they're always so sweet and encouraging! #asks

[faceofpoe]

🥺✨🛒

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Ooh. Hm. Emotional/unexpected reunions perhaps. A very seductive playground in Andor fic, anyway. Cassian coming home after Mimban; finding Melshi again. Current WIP being extra over-the-top in this theme.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Gonna completely blank on answering this ummm. Trauma aftermath/recovery probably? See: my love of Bucky Barnes, my love of Andor, my beloved giant Hamilton AU. Guilt and grief. *cough* complicated power dynamics *cough*

And already answered the third!

#asks #thanks anon friend! #<3

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Loved Satan's card specifically because of the thoughts I am having of mc coming to save him at the very last moment and they just recite his words just before he blacks out knowing that he's not only in good hands but the only hands he's willing to fall into and-🥺

Omgomgomg yES!! A turn of events he might not have expected—the last thing he sees before he slips into unconsciousness is MC giving their all to protect him, possibly unleashing their full power in a burst of desperation!! Living for this fantasy!!

And then the aftermath… Either MC waiting by his side as he lays on a cot in the infirmary, hurt but happy he’s okay. Or the both of them next to each other, badly injured, but relieved that the other is fine. MC managed to last long enough to fend the last of the enemy being blacking out themself, and the both of them are in for a long recovery but are hailed heroes—

Idk I’m also so aaaaaAAAAAA in my thoughts about this!!

#sevensins-stuff!! ✨ #chat & colloquy #yelling #the card ended up feeding me just enough to power me for at least a week

[serickswrites]

Can you write more of the romantic caretaker and whumpee, please?🥺 Maybe comforting terrified whumpee after a nightmare, or another favorite, the caretaker dressing the whumpee’s wounds but there’s no pain relief available ?

So glad you liked it! (Fluff isn’t my strong suit in my opinion).

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: referenced torture, referenced captivity, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Not long after they had eaten, Whumpee had fallen asleep again. Caretaker was content to Whumpee sleep and sleep. They needed it to heal, to recover. And so long as they slept peacefully, Caretaker didn’t mind. Caretaker folded themself around Whumpee, completely covering their back. They loved to have Whumpee in their arms once more.

Whumpee twitched. Caretaker lifted their head to watch their partner’s face. Whumpee’s face contorted with pain, their breath coming in panicked gasps. Caretaker started to reach over to the nightstand to grab a pain pill. When was the last time Whumpee had taken one? They were probably due. Caretaker stopped short as they felt Whumpee tremble in their arms, a soft whine escaping their lips.

“No, no, no.” Whumpee muttered in their sleep. They pulled against the arm Caretaker had wrapped around them. “Please. No.”

Caretaker’s heart broke at the sound Whumpee made. They were dreaming and Whumper was still hurting them in the dream. Caretaker gripped Whumpee’s shoulder. “Sunshine, wake up.” Caretaker’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper. They didn’t want to startle Whumpee further.

But Whumpee did not wake. They continued to tremble and whine in Caretaker’s arms. “Sunshine? Whumpee, wake up. It’s a dream.”

Whumpee’s eyes shot open as a scream fell from their lips. Caretaker held them close and murmured reassurances as Whumpee slowly came to waking state. “Sunshine, it’s just a dream.”

“No. NO. NO.” Whumpee cried, tears wetting their cheeks. “Whumper was…was….was…” Whumpee sobbed and couldn’t go on further.

Caretaker rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee’s back. “Whumper can’t hurt you anymore. I’ll keep you safe, sunshine.”

Tags: @lurkingwhump @whumperfultime 

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