#Whumptober day 30

[comfort-questing]

30. "not much longer..."

"I'm... very tired."

their voice was very low, where they lay across their friend's arms, bundled in the folds of their cloak. one arm trailed over their friend's shoulders, makeshift bandages clotted with blood covering their hand and arm.

"yes. I know. just stay awake, please."

"I... don't know." they coughed, helplessly, with a whimper of pain at the motion. "I don't know... if I can."

their friend hitched their breath and re-settled them against their shoulder, gathering them closer. around the two of them, the trees were thinner now, the last of the sunset light piercing through clear and golden.

"just... try."

it was impossible to miss the transparency of their skin in the sharp light, and the quick rasp of their breaths had sped up further. the sweat standing out on their forehead and matting at the edges of their hairline was fresh, too, in the last few minutes.

unfortunately, the blood soaking through the back of their cloak and dampening their friend's sleeves had been going on for a while, torn cloth bandages insufficient to staunch the wounds below. how much blood they'd lost was anyone's guess at this point.

they smiled up in the vague direction of their friend's face, eyes unfocused.

"I'll try, then."

"you'd - you'd better." exhaustion and panting breaths made their friend's words come out shorter, sharper. "open your eyes." they shook them lightly. "don't give up. we're almost to the village. not much longer now..."

not much longer, but still perhaps too long.

"yes - yes," they said, and blinked their eyelids open again, to wince away from the slanting brilliance of the day's end. "trying."

"good. good."

the trees were giving way to farmland now, and the roofs of the village just within sight in the distance.

"open your eyes, I said."

"...tired." their voice was a mumble amidst the nestled cloak. "let me ...sleep."

"no, I'm not going to do that. I didn't patch you up back there just to let you die in the end, all right? you can't rest yet. just a little further, I promise, and then they'll help you feel better, and you can sleep..."

they smiled again, faintly.

above them, their friend swallowed hard, a lump tightening in their throat, and prayed that their hopeful words were the truth.

#whump #hurt comfort #ambiguous ending #whumptober day 30 #whumptober 2023 #I'm tired too so maybe that's why there's so much tiredness in this #although all that I've got going is a migraine so not so bad

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 30: Bridal Carry

We are almost there. I am almost free from this burden; I can finally carry on! (with more writing ;-; it never ends) BUT I think you guys will like this one because it's more Bruise angst and wow I have a lot of Bruise lovers on my feed.

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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“No.”

“Come on! Please?”

“No, Jay.”

“Please please pleaseeeee?”

Cole sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jay, you are too old to be carried. I am too old to be carrying you. You’re the one always telling me I’m three steps away from falling into the nearest grave.”

“I don’t mean it!” Jay pouted, still holding out his hands and making grabby motions. “C’mon, just for a little bit. Until we’re done with our chores and then I won’t ask you ever again.”

“We both know that’s not true,” Cole said, and Jay just pouted more. “Look, is there a reason you’re asking me now? And why are you being so pushy?”

Jay bit his lip, rolling his eyes in faked annoyance. “You’re the one always telling me I’m too pushy. Fine, I’ll just walk to the chores like a normal person even though my brother has super strength!”

“Just because I have super strength doesn’t mean I automatically just carry you everywhere!” Cole grumbled, and Jay didn’t bother to give him a response. They were supposed to be going out and chopping up firewood for the evening, mostly because Zane and Lloyd were wanting to have something like a barbecue outside; Jay didn’t know all of the details, but he did know that whatever Zane was planning on making better be delicious. Kai should be with them, but instead he and Nya were out doing last-minute supplies shopping because apparently someone couldn’t survive without his ten gallon thing of hair gel.

There was another reason that he wanted to be close to Cole, though; he hadn’t quite shaken off the nightmares he had last night, and if he thought about them for a second too long then he could feel his lungs start to tighten in panic. He didn’t even remember what they were about. Being with Cole always made him feel better, and Jay was sure that if he told Cole then the earth ninja would have no problem with carrying him down the stairs and staying close by.

But Jay didn’t say a word, because he was stronger than that.

Walking down the steps was a bitch, and he could feel his ankle throbbing from where Zane had knocked it out from under him in training only the week before. Jay iced it like he was supposed to, but it never really healed, and if he were to lift up his pant leg he would be able to see the smattering of purple bruises around the same ankle that was chained up on the pirate’s ship. Bruises meant something different to him now.

He snagged the back of Cole’s jacket, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers and letting the sensation soothe him. Cole was walking down the stairs at a brutal pace that Jay struggled to keep up with, feeling the wind whip against his face as they went. He never tried to shrug Jay off, and Jay wondered if his inner distress may have shown in the way he was bickering; Cole always had a special way of being able to tell whenever he wasn’t at a hundred percent.

After quite a while of walking down the seemingly endless flight of stairs (they really did need to put in an elevator), the pair finally made it to the bottom. Cole picked up one of the axes that they kept locked up in a hidden compartment carved into the mountain, tossing it to Jay without even looking. Jay struggled to catch it, eyes as wide as saucers when he finally managed to do so and he still had all of his fingers.

“You couldn’t have looked before you threw it?” Jay said sourly, and Cole shrugged as he heaved up his own axe.

“I knew you could catch it,” Cole said, starting to walk into the forest. “I wouldn’t have thrown it to you if I didn’t think you could.”

Warmth filled his chest, and Jay hurried to walk side-by-side with his brother. The axe was a familiar weight in his hand, one that he hadn’t felt since he and Cole were still boys doing this exact same thing for Master Wu, and the grooves of the wooden handle brought a sense of nostalgia. Smoothing his thumb over the sanded surface, Jay felt where he and Cole had carved their initials into the wood; this was the same axe that Jay used when he was younger.

“Cole, are you holding your original axe?” Jay asked, looking over to try and get a glimpse of Cole’s axe, but the earth ninja’s hand was too big for him to see anything.

“Of course I am, Sparky. What other one would I be using? We haven’t done this in years, so may as well do it in style.”

“Damn right,” Jay said, and the anxiety from the night before started to dissipate. He was going to be spending time with his brother, doing something that they used to do and that Jay had done a thousand times before. There was nothing to be worried about. Maybe he could even afford to daydream about Nya for a little bit—

Until he finally came back to his senses, and Cole was nowhere to be found.

Looking around, Jay’s heart started hammering in his chest when he couldn’t see his brother through the treeline. “Cole? Buddy?”

No answer.

Walking forward again, Jay didn’t realize that he was starting to climb up a hill. The trees extended for what seemed like forever, and Jay felt the fear start to set in when even the vantage point yielded nothing. “Cole!”

He didn’t want to be in the forest by himself. There was no telling what wild animals might be out there, ready to eat him up for dinner like the snack that Nya said he was! What if there were wolves? Or bears? Or wallopers hellbent on revenge?! The axe wasn’t going to be enough to protect him.

“Okay, okay,” Jay said to himself; he always started talking to himself when he had to calm down, “okay, okay, okay. I’m sure Cole’s fine, he’s probably just chopping wood like you should be doing. If I chop some wood and pass some time, then I’ll go back to the monastery and wait for him at the bottom of the stairs.”

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. He ignored the small voice in his brain telling him that he didn’t know the way back to the monastery, because other than that it was a great plan.

Finding a fairly thick tree, Jay pulled back his axe and took his first swing. The first few swings were always the hardest ones and this time was no exception; Jay cringed as he felt the blowback from his axe hitting the tree, shockwaves rippling up his arms as he hit the tree again and again and again. He tried to find comfort in the repetitive movements, turn his brain off like he would’ve been able to when he was younger, but he couldn’t. Not when Cole was still out there and he had no idea where his brother was.

Jay really should’ve been paying more attention to what he was doing when he was swinging a sharp and heavy object.

He lost his footing after yanking the axe back a little too hard and suddenly he was tumbling down the hill behind him.

Letting go of the axe before it could slice him in half, Jay tucked his face down into his chest and let himself roll. The hill was larger than he remembered, and he scrabbled along the ground for anything to grab onto so he could stop himself. The only things on the ground were wet leaves and sticks that wouldn’t do anything for him. Okay, this wasn’t the farthest that he had ever fallen, so he would be fine—

Until the sound of rushing water reached his ears.

One of the rivers. He was about to plunge straight into the river and he didn’t know how deep it was.

“Cole!” Jay cried out before his back slammed into one of the trees. Winded, Jay gasped for air and kept trying to dig his nails into the ground, only succeeding in tearing his nails down until he was sure that they were bleeding; the dirt was sure to get them infected. “COLE!”

And without a warning he was underwater in an instant, smashing his head against one of the rocks on the riverbed before sinking like a stone.

The water was freezing, soaking into his jacket and weighing him down. Jay tried to keep his head above the water, feeling himself get pulled away by the current despite his best efforts to try and free himself. The panic from before was setting in again, and Jay started to feel a little floaty with oxygen loss as his jacket became too heavy to fight against, and he could only hope that there was a shallower section of the river up ahead because he definitely wasn’t getting back up for a while.

A hand latched onto the front of his shirt and Jay was hauled upwards, the sunlight exploding across his vision before he slammed his eyes shut.

His face was squished into Cole’s shoulder, the earth ninja picking him up and setting him down quite a bit away from the riverbank. Jay couldn’t stop shivering, clinging onto Cole’s still dry jacket in an effort to warm himself up. Cole held him tightly despite Jay dripping water all over him, and Jay was beyond grateful.

“Hell on earth, Jay,” Cole said, stripping the sopping wet jacket off of his brother’s shoulders. Jay whined when the autumn chill started to bite at his skin before Cole was shrugging his own jacket off, wrapping it around Jay like a blanket. “I take my eyes off of you for a second and you’re gone and tumbling down into a river. What happened?”

“S-S-Sorry,” Jay’s teeth were chattering viciously, and he anxiously kept his tongue towards the back of his mouth to make sure that he wouldn’t bite it. “W-Was trying to chop down a tree.”

“Looked more like you were trying to go for a swim,” Cole grumbled, and he helped get Jay’s arms through the sleeves of the jacket before tucking him against his chest. He lifted Jay off of the ground in a bridal carry, one arm under the blue ninja’s knees and the other around his back. Jay was just glad to be near his own personal heater. “We’re getting you back to the monastery.”

“What about the wood—”

“I’ll come back for the wood with Kai later, but we need to get you home first. Where did you leave your axe?”

“A-At the top of the hill.” Jay pulled the sleeves of the jacket down over his hands, feeling pins and needles start to spread throughout his body as the feeling came back. But with feeling came the pain, and Jay hated the cold clawing at his lungs; it was already so hard to breathe. He cuddled closer and closer to Cole like he wanted to do earlier at the monastery, and Cole kissed the top of his forehead.

“You’re bleeding, you know.”

Jay looked down at his hands and saw the blood running down his fingers, just from the nail beds like he thought. There was more from the various scrapes and scratches, caked in the dirt and even some bits of fallen leaves, and it would be a miracle if at least some of them didn’t get infected. Some of them started to sting in protest, and Jay tensed against the pain, clutching at Cole’s shirt and hoping that he wouldn’t get blood all over it. First Master knows how many clothes he’s already ruined.

“You’re awfully clingy today,” Cole remarked, “did something happen?”

“Had a bad night last night and got spooked. Need you to be here.” His head was pounding, like he kept hitting that stupid rock over and over again.

“Jay, you could’ve said something. Is that why you were asking me to carry you?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Sighing, Cole lifted Jay up a bit more so that the blue ninja’s face was hidden in the crook of his neck. “You really should’ve told me. We could’ve waited until Kai and Nya got home, or I would’ve been paying more attention. Either way, I would’ve taken better care of you.”

“That’s not your job,” Jay mumbled into his neck, and Cole forced himself to not flinch away from the blue ninja’s cold nose brushing against his skin. “Where’s your axe?”

“On my belt,” and there it was, hanging from one of the beltloops in Cole’s pants. The metal glinted in a way that made Jay’s skin crawl, and he was quick to duck back down and look away. Something about the sharp edge tugged at the corners of his memories, and he didn’t want to go back to that place right now.

Cole walked for a little while, and Jay was glad that he wasn’t on his feet. At least one of them knew which way was the right one, because Jay wouldn’t have had a clue and probably would’ve gotten even more lost. “Would you have sent a search party out for me?”

“I wouldn’t have left this forest until I found you, bluebell,” Cole affirmed, and Jay relaxed. 

“Good thing you found me, then.”

“Yeah, although next time it better not be bloody and beaten up at the bottom of a river.”

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago cole #whumptober day 30 #whumptober 2023

[serickswrites]

I'm Not Ok

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, blood, wounds, unclear character status

Caretaker stumbled into the darkened room. This was their last hope of finding Whumpee. The last room they had to search before giving up and accepting that Whumper had killed Whumpee and disposed of their body. But Caretaker could not, would not accept that. Not when Whumpee was out there waiting to be saved. Caretaker couldn't fail them.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called out. The room was so dark and large that Caretaker's flashlight beam only went so far. But it was enough. Caretaker's mouth went dry as the beam of light shone on a figure that lay on the ground. "Whumpee!"

Whumpee lay on their side, back to the door. Caretaker could see that their ankles were chained to the ground and their hands were bound roughly behind their back. But Whumpee didn't stir as Caretaker called out to them.

"Whumpee, say something, Whumpee--oh!" Caretaker rolled Whumpee onto their back and felt their stomach drop. Whumpee was covered with blood, their skin ashen and pale beneath all fo the blood.

Caretaker began to tap Whumpee's cheeks trying to rouse them. "Come on, Whumpee. Wake up. Open your eyes for me."

But Whumpee didn't open their eyes. Didn't so much as move. Caretaker put two shaking fingers to the pulse in Whumpee's throat, hoping that Whumpee was still alive, that they hadn't failed Whumpee. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief as they felt a thready, weak pulse. Whumpee was still alive.

Caretaker quickly freed Whumpee from their restraints and lifted them into a bridal carry. Whumpee hung limply in their arms, head lolling. "Not much longer, Whumpee. I'm getting you to help. Hold on, not much longer."

Caretaker repeated the phrase as they ran. Because they needed Whumpee to hold on. They needed Whumpee to be ok. They needed Whumpee to open their eyes and smile again. They needed Whumpee to be ok. Because a world without Whumpee wasn't a world that Caretaker wanted to live in.

"Not much longer, hold on. Hold on, Whumpee. I have you. Not much longer."

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw unconsciousness #tw blood #tw wounds #tw unclear character status #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #“it's ok just to say i'm not ok” #prompt: bridal carry #prompt: “not much longer” #queue

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 30- bridal carry

You should read day 25 and day 28 to get a better understanding of what’s happening :>

Anyways, I don’t like this one, so just take it so I don’t have to look at it anymore. I hope you like it more than I do 👍

Uh, no warnings, this one is very chill, just mostly mentions of what happened in day 28 and day 25, also some mentions of racism.

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Time opened his eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the trees. He groaned as he sat up and noticed the others were with him. Well… not everyone. Warriors, Sky, Spirit, Legend, Wild, Age, and Minish were missing from the group, but the rest were all huddled up near him, still unconscious. Time licked his chapped lips and noted the familiar sensation of feeling hot and dry. They must’ve been in a desert of some kind, and as Time observed his surroundings more, he noted that the desert was awfully familiar. He stood up, accidentally causing Windy’s head to slip off his legs. His head hit the sand and he woke up, rubbing his head.

“Sorry Windy,” Time mumbled, helping him stand up.

“Where are we?” He asked, looking around at the others who were beginning to stir.

“I have a feeling we’re in Gerudo desert. Be on guard.”

Windy looked at Hyrule in concern, who was still unconscious.

“How is he?” Time asked.

Windy shook him a little, but Hyrule remained still. “He’s not waking up. I’m worried about him.”

Time frowned at the unconscious boy. The scratch on his chest seemed to have healed up thanks to the red potion Windy gave him, but he wasn’t sure if the magic draining poison was still in his system. They needed help. He lifted him up gently into his arms and started walking further into the valley.

“We need help. Maybe the Gerudo are nearby.”

Time marched into the valley without waiting for the others to fully wake up. They followed him reluctantly, but soon they were all awake and close by his side, protecting him and Hyrule in his arms. He was cautious as he observed the valley, it looking more and more familiar as he trekked through it. Though he rarely returned to it after his adventure, he couldn’t help but feel like this was his Gerudo desert. But that couldn’t be it, there’s no way. As much as Time hoped it was the case, there was no way getting back home was that easy.

Was it?

Time heard rocks tumbling down a cliff side and he froze, looking around him. The others stopped as well and began to pull out their weapons, but Time’s warning gaze caused them to pause.

“Is anyone there?” Time called out, holding Hyrule tighter. “We need help. Our friend is hurt, he won’t wake up.”

It was silent, then a Gerudo with a bow aiming towards them stepped out from a cluster of rocks. The others pulled out their shields but Time gave them another warning look.

“You’ll need to find somewhere else to go, voe,” the Gerudo yelled out, stepping cautiously towards them. “We have something far too precious here for you to be welcome here. I am sorry.”

Twilight stepped out next to Time. “Please. He’s just a kid! We’ll be in and out of your hair as soon as he’s better!”

“No! That is my final answer! I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to come into Gerudo valley at this time.”

Time clutched Hyrule tighter, desperation getting a hold of him. He went to open his mouth, but someone spoke before he did.

“Risa, that poor boy needs help,” a familiar voice said from the group of Gerudo. “We can let them in, it’s ok.”

Time gasped as a pregnant woman stepped out, with fiery red hair tied in a yellow bandana, sharp blue eyes that stared at him lovingly, and dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled at him.

“Malon,” he said, almost shocked, and her beautiful laugh made his heart soar. He gave Hyrule to Twilight and ran to his wife, who was crying tears of joy.

“Oh Link!” She cried, wrapping him in a hug. Time didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in her hair. Goddesses he forgot how good she smelled. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’ve been so worried about you,” Time muttered, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

“You are the baby’s father?” Risa asked, and the two moved away from each other.

“Risa, this is my husband, Link,” Malon said, wrapping her arm around his waist. Risa stared at Time for a moment, then nodded.

“I see. The missing husband has returned.” Risa glanced at the other heroes who looked confused. “Normally, voe wouldn’t be allowed in Gerudo desert, but this is an exception. As for the boys—“

“I can’t leave them alone,” Time said quickly, gesturing to Hyrule. “He needs help, please.”

Malon gave Risa a look and she groaned.

“Fine. But as soon as that voe feels better, they’ll need to leave, understand?”

Time looked at Malon, then at the other heroes. They gave him a nod, and he sighed.

“Alright.”

Risa nodded and walked away, leaving the others to follow her.

“Link,” Malon started, glancing at the other heroes behind them, “we have a lot we need to talk about.”

Time grinned and nodded. “We do.”

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“Your friend is completely drained of all his magic,” the Gerudo healer stated, observing the unconscious Hyrule. “We need to hope that he can wake up on his own, just so we can give him a magic potion.”

Green nodded silently, watching Hyrule’s pale face as all the rest of the heroes shifted in the cramped room. All except Time of course, who was with his wife.

“How long will it take for him to wake up?” Twilight asked, holding Hyrule’s limp hand. The healer only shrugged.

“Not sure, he seems to be dangerously low on magic, it could take days for him to wake up.”

Twilight frowned, and Windy ran his hand through his hair.

“That sucks,” The young sailor muttered, and Blue shrugged.

“That stupid puppet did a number on him.”

“Will he at least be alright?” Red asked, worry in his voice. The healer shrugged again.

“This level of magic loss is dangerous, if we’re unlucky, he may succumb to his exhaustion.”

The group made different sounds of worry and concern over their traveling friend, who remained unmoving.

“I know you voe are worried, but it’s rather crowded in here, I need space to work. I will do whatever I can for him, I promise,” the healer said firmly yet gently. Twilight nodded and stood up, gesturing for the others to follow him. Everyone reluctantly followed him, looking around at the desert where other Gerudo women watched them.

“Well, now what?” Windy asked. “Time is with his wife, Hyrule is dying, we can’t really do anything here since we’re always being watched… I don’t know what to do.”

Twilight titled his head. “Well, someone should keep an eye on Hyrule, just to make sure he’s ok.”

“But the healer lady told us to leave.”

“That’s because we were all in there. I’m sure with just one person she won’t have an issue with it.”

Windy pouted but gave a determined nod, and headed back to where Hyrule was. Vio stepped up to Green and Twilight.

“Do you think we’re in any danger? The puppeteer is the reason why we’re here. He could attack us any second.”

“Then it sounds like we need someone to keep an eye out,” Twilight said with a grin. Green gave him a nod.

“The four of us will keep an eye out for the puppeteer! We’ll get you if we notice anything.”

“Good. Get going you four.”

Green nodded at his brothers and he marched towards the borders of Gerudo, but he stopped. “What will you do, Twi?”

The rancher shrugged. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on things as well, the puppeteer could attack from both sides. Now git.”

Twilight waved him away and Green smiled slightly. He gestured for the other colors to follow him, and they all went their separate ways.

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“So… this puppeteer guy kidnapped you and a bunch of heroes for… what reason?”

Time shrugged as Malon stared at him concerned. “None of us really know, but he’s been hunting us down. “

Malon glared and rested her head against his shoulder, getting more and more upset.

“Why… if I ever see him I swear I’ll make him pay!” She shot back up, fury in her voice. “It’s not right to tear people from their homes! I’ve been so worried about you! If he ever hurt you I’ll… oh I’ll do unspeakable things!”

Time chuckled and brought her back down to his shoulder. “It’s ok, dear, we’re gonna find him and take care of him. Now relax, think about the baby.”

Malon huffed and rubbed her stomach, looking upset. “Link, you don’t understand, it was really hard for me without you. I—I thought you were in danger and I couldn’t do anything… I was just… so alone.”

Time gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Malon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. I just… it’s been hard.”

“I know, dear. I know.” Time buried her in a hug which she leaned into, clutching his shirt tightly. “At least you had Talon there.”

Malon stiffened and sat up. “N-no, I didn’t have dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dad he… he disappeared as well, and then Ingo took the ranch and kicked me out… that’s why I’m here, in Gerudo because I had nowhere else to go!”

Time sat up, staring at Malon in shock.

“Talon is missing?”

“Yes! He went missing and Ingo kept saying how he was gone and he took the ranch!”

Time blinked at her. “He… he actually did that? Without Ganondorf?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Malon looked down, playing with Time’s hair. “Do you think… Do you think the puppeteer guy stole dad?”

“I don’t know, I never saw Talon… goddesses, Malon I—“ Time pulled her into a hug that she leaned into, tears pouring out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry Malon.”

He held her as she cried silently, rubbing her back. “Why didn’t the Gerudo do something about Ingo?” He asked after a moment. “Surely stealing the ranch would’ve been bad enough for them to do something.”

Malon sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “No Link, think about it, if a bunch of Gerudo stole the ranch back from Ingo, who do you think the Hylian guard would side with?”

Time looked down sadly. It was a sad reality of things. Nobody trusted the Gerudo, they lumped them in with Ganondorf, assuming that they all shared his beliefs and ambitions. Being anywhere with Hylians was dangerous for them, leaving all of them to stay in the hot and dry desert. It wasn’t fair to them. He sighed again and rested his head against Malon’s.

“I promise, Malon, I’ll get Lon Lon back. Ingo won’t get away with this.”

Malon was silent for a moment as they held each other. “I missed you Link,” she whispered, and Time laid down with her still in his arms.

“I missed you too.”

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Leon looked around as the world around him got less green and more brown. The dry air and hot weather was an indication that they were getting closer to Gerudo desert, and he was getting uneasy. He wasn’t sure how the Gerudo were in Talon’s era. In his own era, they were trying to make up for what their leader did years ago, and though they were respectful to the Hylians, they didn’t trust them fully when they waltzed into their territory. With three Hylians walking into the desert, he didn’t know how these Gerudo would react.

“Uh, boys,” Talon started, wringing his hands, “just a fair warnin’, the Gerudo may not like our presence here…”

“What do you mean?” Rusl asked.

“Well, they’ve been wary about Hylians after Ganondorf got exposed for bein’ crazy. I just don’t wanna get arrested by them, is all.”

Rusl stopped walking and gave Talon a look. “Ok… ok… before we do possibly get arrested, are we sure that Malon is here?”

“I don’t know where else she would be! We’ve looked everywhere in Kakariko and castle town. I doubt she’d be able to get to Zora’s domain, and Kokiri forest ain’t a place for Hylians.” Talon sighed. “She has to be here.”

Rusl hummed and continued walking. “I get that she’s part Gerudo, but would they still mistaken her for a Hylian?”

“Probably, but I’m hoping that her being pregnant will help her case. Motherhood is sacred to the Gerudo people, they would never leave a pregnant woman to fend for herself, Gerudo or not.”

Rusl still looked uneasy, but he didn’t say anything further. It was silent as they walked, but Leon heard a noise and he stopped, looking behind him as he got the feeling that they weren’t alone.

“Hey,” he started, going to stop his friends, “wait I think we’re—“

“Hold it right there!”

Leon flinched as several Gerudo surrounded the men, pointing their spears at them. Rusl and Talon took a step back, raising their hands defensively.

“Wait, I just need to see if my daughter is here!” Talon called out.

One of the Gerudo stepped up, keeping her spear pointed at the men. “Voe are not allowed in Gerudo. Normally we’d throw you all in the dungeon, but today is an exception, you should consider yourselves lucky. Now leave.”

“P-please, I just need to know if my daughter Malon is here,” Talon begged, “she’s pregnant and I don’t know where she is.”

The Gerudo stayed still for a moment, glaring at the farmer, but she eased up. “You’re the missing father?”

“I—yes—yes I am!”

The Gerudo looked at Leon and Rusl and frowned. “Who are these two?”

“They’re my friends.”

The Gerudo frowned again, studying the two, her yellow eyes piercing into the men.

“Wait a second!” A smaller voice called out, and Leon gasped when a small boy with long blonde hair popped out.

“Link!” His voice cracked as he said it, relief and disbelief overwhelming him as he saw his son, the boy he’s been searching for relentlessly for weeks. Link’s eyes began to tear up when he saw Leon, but before he ran to him, three more Links came out, watching him cautiously. Leon was taken aback, but he quickly got over it. The four sword disappeared with Link, it made sense that he was split now. The first one he saw was Red, and Green looked relieved as well, but Vio and Blue looked to be distrusting towards him.

“Oh… father!” Red cried, running to Leon, ignoring Blue calling out his name. Leon couldn’t hold back the laugh as he was hugged by Red. Green and Vio walked over, and soon the first knight was bombarded with hugs. The only one who didn’t move was Blue, who was glaring at them.

“Guys! How do we know this is our father! It could be the puppeteer playing tricks on us!” He shouted, pulling out his sword. Leon looked at Blue in surprise, but remembered that everyone was brought here thanks to the puppeteer. It was no wonder why he was hesitant.

“Link—I mean— Blue, I’m not a puppet,” Leon said gently, but firmly.

“That’s something a puppet would say!”

“Well what would a non-puppet say?”

Blue paused for a second, watching him with his icy blue eyes. He huffed.

“What’s something only Father would know?”

Leon stared at him, then stared at the others. He took in a shaky breath and let it out.

“When Vaati put me in that trance, you boys wanted to blast your force at me. But no one was brave enough to do it, they didn’t want to hurt me. All except you, Blue. You blasted all your force at me, and it hurt, but it woke me up. I was able to keep myself from hurting you boys because of the pain, and I’m so grateful for your bravery to do that.” Leon stared at him firmly, then smiled warmly. “I know it’s you asking me if I was upset about you doing that to me. But I just want you to know that I never was, and I never will be. I look at that scar with pride, for you, for all of you. I love you, Blue.”

Blue’s glare softened and he put his sword down. He slowly walked over to Leon and leaned his head against his stomach. Leon let out a laugh and gathered all four boys into his arms, giving them all a squeeze. The boys all started crying as they hugged him, and Leon nearly choked up as well.

“Goddesses, I’m so glad you’re all alright,” he mumbled into Blue’s hair, and Red gave out a sob.

“We’ve missed you father,” he cried, his bottom lip trembling. Leon smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you boys, I’m so glad that I finally found you.”

Vio pulled away, giving Leon a look. “How are you here, Father? Was it the puppeteer?”

Leon sighed and gave a nod. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance to us all.”

Vio made a face and went back to hugging him, resulting in a chuckle from Leon. He looked up and found Rusl and Talon smiling at him, and he cleared his throat, standing up where his sons were in front of him.

“Rusl, Talon, these are my boys.”

“I thought you only had one son?” Talon tilted his head in confusion. Green stepped up and showed off his four sword.

“This is the four sword, it helped Link split into four people. I’m Green, obviously,” he gestured to his green tunic, “That is Blue, Vio, and Red. It’s really easy to remember our names.”

Rusl laughed. “Well, hopefully none of us are color blind!”

Green smiled and Leon wrapped his arms around his sons. “Boys, this is Rusl and Talon. They’re my…. They’re my friends.”

Rusl smiled gently at Leon, and the first knight looked away as his face grew hot.

“I didn’t know you could make friends, father,” Blue said softly.

“Blue!”

Everyone started laughing as Leon grumbled, causing Blue to give small apologies to him. Rusl gave a few chuckles before turning to the Gerudo.

“Does that mean,” he started out softly, “that my boy is here too?”

One of the Gerudo stepped up. “I’m not sure, but you can’t come in, I’m sorry. Only the father may enter since his daughter is here, but that is it.”

Rusl frowned and took a step back. Talon rested his hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Rusl. I’ll get all the Links that are here back to you,” he assured, and Rusl silently nodded. Talon smiled and was escorted further into the desert, leaving Leon, his sons, and Rusl alone. He glanced over at Rusl who looked upset and he couldn’t he’ll but feel sorry for him.

“Rusl,” he started, and the swordsman looked over at him, “it’ll be alright.”

He gave a small smile and sat on a rock, continuing to watch inside the valley silently. Leon’s boys all huddled around him, curiosity on their faces.

“Father, I am very curious about how exactly you got here, and what you have been doing,” Vio muttered, sitting down on the ground.

“I am too!” Red plopped down as well. “Did you really meet the puppeteer?”

“I hope you punched him in the face,” Blue joined his brothers, punching his palm with his own fist.

Green smiled and looked up at his father. “I guess we wanna know everything.”

Leon chuckled and kneeled down. “I’ll tell you everything that happened to me, but I wanna know everything that happened to you.”

His sons all nodded enthusiastically, and they began to share their tales of adventuring with the other heroes.

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Time woke up to the sound of shouting. He rubbed his eye and looked down at Malon, who was snuggled up against his side. He didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but his relief to finally be with his wife must’ve taken over. He always felt at peace around her. He sat up gently, trying not to wake Malon up, and he looked around. The shouting came from the Gerudo, probably giving orders to the others. He let out a sigh and rested his head again, but someone came into the room they were in.

“Excuse me, Link was it?” The Gerudo healer asked softly, “I have some news about your son.”

Time frowned. “My son?”

“The one with the magic drained out of him?”

Time shot up, waking up Malon. “Oh! Yes, he’s not my son but is he alright?”

“Yes, the red potion you gave him saved his life. It was able to stop the poison from draining his life. I’m assuming he’ll wake up today or tomorrow, when he does, give him a magic potion,” she handed him a green potion in a bottle, and Time observed it. “Now, come outside, someone is here to see Malon.”

Malon rubbed her eyes and looked at the healer confused. “Who?”

“Your father has arrived.”

Malon blinked at her, then gasped when she registered what the healer had said. She shot up, with Time quickly following her.

“My father is here? Are you sure?” She said breathlessly.

“Your father is a shorter man with a big nose, yes? He said that he was looking for you.”

Malon covered her mouth in excitement, and she almost ran out of the door, but Time stopped her.

“Link? What is it?”

Time frowned, looking at the ground. This all seemed too good to be true, and terribly convenient.

“Let me see him first, Malon,” he said quietly.

“What? Why? He’s my father, Link! I thought that something happened to him!”

Time rested his hands on her shoulders. “The puppeteer can make illusions to trick people, let me make sure that it’s not him, alright? I would never forgive myself if he got to you too.”

Malon glared at him, but she didn’t fight back. Time went outside and grabbed his Biggoron sword, looking around cautiously. He spotted Talon who had different guards surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when he saw Time.

“Link! Is that really you?” He exclaimed, running up to Time. Time didn’t move, and he clutched his sword a little tighter. “I can't believe you’re here! I finally found you! I’m glad to see you’re doin’ alright!” When he got closer, Time took a step back, and Talon stopped, giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Do you—“ Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh no! You think I’m a puppet don’t ya?”

Time raised an eyebrow. “You know the puppeteer?”

“Unfortunately yes, he’s been a real pain. But I’m not a puppet! It’s really me!” Talon rubbed his chin and looked down, thinking. “I gotta think about something that only I would know….”

Time squinted his eyes. If this was a puppet, he was doing a good job.

“Oh! Well… I guess I should apologize to you Link,” Talon started, “I’m… sorry I never believed you about Ingo. I dunno if you know this but he took the ranch, locked me in the basement when I got there and drugged my friends, kicked Malon out leaving her alone for weeks, and just made a mess of things! None of that would’ve happened if I actually listened to you, and I’m sorry.”

“You know about Ingo?”

“Yeah, I do now. But don’t worry about the ranch! I got it back! The Hylian guard took him away, so we can head back home!” Talon smiled, but when Time didn’t move, he sighed. “Um, I think I believe your stories now, Link. Especially the time travel ones. I’m still confused about the moon fallin’ and demons, but after the stuff I’ve seen, I think I believe it a little more.”

A smile tugged at Time’s lips, and he put his Biggoron sword down. Talon grinned and the two hugged each other.

“I'm so glad you’re alright, Link. Is Malon doing ok?”

Time smiled and patted his back. “Why don’t ya see for yourself? She’s in there,” Time gestured to where he and Malon were, and Talon excitedly shuffled over, barging into the room. Time heard excited cheers, but he didn’t join them. Knowing Malon, she’d want to go back to the ranch, and he was going to get the others ready so they could leave as soon as possible. He just hoped that Hyrule was awake now, or at least beginning to wake up.

Windy was confused when Time told him the plan, but he was given the magic potion and he started getting everything together, Hyrule was still unconscious, but he looked more alive, which was good. Twilight was watching the back area of Gerudo, and though he was hesitant to leave, Time’s glare kept him from arguing about it. Time didn’t know where Four was, and as he was looking for him, he saw his wife and father-in-law talking with two Gerudo. Malon’s face lit up when she saw her husband and she wandered over to him.

“Link! There you are! I was just talking to Risa here and uh… I want to head back to Lon Lon ranch.”

“I know, I already have the boys getting ready right now.”

Malon giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know me too well.”

Time smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, I’m just trying to find Four, dunno where he is.”

“Which one was Four?”

“Well, he’s split right now but he’s the one with the distinct colors.”

Talon stepped up, gesturing to the Gerudo entrance. “I know where that kiddo is! They’re all with my friends who are waiting for us! I did say that I would bring their Links back to them.”

Time gave a nod and looked over at Twilight, who was helping Windy with a still unconscious Hyrule.

“Oh my,” Talon murmured, “what happened there?”

“The puppeteer poisoned him and drained all his magic. The healer said he should be fine.”

“Oh well, that’s good. That darn puppeteer. I swear if I ever see him I’ll shove my pitchfork up his—“ he stopped himself and looked at Windy who was getting closer, “uh, you know what I’m sayin’.”

Time snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” He gestured his head towards the entrance of Gerudo when Twi and Windy arrived. “Let’s go. We’re heading to my home.”

“Is this all’ya?” Talon asked, staring at the Links. Time shrugged.

“No, we were the only ones teleported here. There are more, but I pray that they are safe.”

Talon frowned. “Well, we should go then, I have a friend who is very excited to see his son.” His eyes lingered on Twilight for a moment and he squinted, but turned around with his arm wrapped around Malon.

“Excuse me,” Risa spoke up, stopping the group from continuing. “Please allow us to accompany you, that way we can help when the baby is born.”

“Oh! I’d love that very much!” Malon exclaimed. “Y’all have been so helpful to me, we really owe you a lot.”

Risa smiled and she and one other Gerudo joined them as they walked towards the entrance. Time looked at Windy who was still carrying Hyrule in his arms, all the shuffling would have woken him up, and he couldn’t help but be impatient. But he knew that the healer was right about him, and he knew that if he were to wake up soon, that Windy would take good care of him. For now, everything seemed alright for Time.

#IM SO SORRY RUSL AND TWI DIDNT REUNITE I COJLDNT FIT IT IN HERE #I was losing my mind finishing this so use your imagination #anyways. idk how I feel about this one #I don’t like it #but I hope it’s enjoyable to read regardless #smiles writes #strangers across eras #link between links #I’m not tagging everyone #maybe #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #geez I was kinda sad that whumptober was ending but I’m kinda glad that it is #now I can focus on commissions and comics! #and also my other fics #but we still got tomorrow! #hopefully it’s better than this one

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Whumptober No. 30: Borrowed Clothing

Whumper dressing Whumpee up in their clothes ♡♡♡

Whumpee hates the style Whumper forces on them. It's too flamboyant, suiting a queer coded Disney villain, not day to day wear. Whumpee doesn't understand how Whumper dresses like this every day. But Whumper says Whumpee looks much better this way compared to their old casual style.

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Whump prompt #Whumptober day 30 #Borrowed clothing #Whumpee #Whumper #Queer coded villains #Whump prompts

[deckofaces]

Back To Square One

No. 30 Note To Self: Don’t Get Kidnapped

| Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.” |

Tw: Whump, Manhandling, Flashbacks, Trauma, References to Previous Abuse, Hair Grabbing

Events in this occurred after the hero in this snippet escaped being kidnapped by villain. They are named now, and for reference, the hero turned villain (Narcissa) can create and travel through mirrors, while villain (Dystopia) has the ability of pain infliction.

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Narcissa walked to a familiar abandoned warehouse. It appeared that the warehouse’s paint was peeling everywhere, and water damage to the wood seemed to rot away the roof. She looked towards the door, and noticed the door was cracked open, which was odd. It was always locked shut.

She did this check every few months. She needed to see if he was still there and nothing was wrong with his mirror. Still stuck, unable to harm her. She couldn’t check on him in the mirror realm, it was too risky. And she still couldn't face him after two years. An open door had to be nothing.

The blonde approached the door of the warehouse, pulling it open. It made an audible creak and she was met by a rush of stuffy air. She blinked for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dark room. She scanned the room, but they stopped when they landed on a figure in the large empty area.

He stood in the warehouse, already waiting.

Her eyes widened, they were already starting to well with tears. No no, it couldn’t be right. How- how could he escape? No, she had to be seeing things. 

He grinned maliciously, his smile seemed unnatural. Her fears were confirmed when she heard his usual cruel nickname for her. “Scout, that was not a nice thing to do, trap me in a mirror like that. You remember what happens to bad heroes, right?”

Narcissa was shaking violently, she was frozen in place, terror overcoming her. Tears were already flowing down her face, “I-I’m not a he-hero anymore..” 

“Oh? Have you come to join me then?” He asked, suddenly within arms reach. He twirled a front piece of her hair with his finger. “You would be a beautiful helper. Dystopia and Narcissa.”

“Please don’t- please don’t touch me,” she whimpered quietly. He was too close, too close, too close. She didn’t want to do it again, she couldn’t go through all that pain again.

He sharply grabbed hold of her hair and threw her to the ground. “Perhaps you do not remember how this works. You’ve spent too long outside of my grasp. Let me remind you.”

He kneeled down, gripping her jaw in his hand. “You are alone just like the first time I found you, times really don’t change, do they?” 

Pain connected with her jaw as he used his abilities. It started to course through her body, pain worse than being shot. She screamed, wrenching away from his grip, crawling away backwards. 

Narcissa refused to be kidnapped by this man again. She did what she wished she was able to do the last time. She formed a mirror under herself and fell through just before he could grab her a second time. 

She looked back at the mirror in the dark empty space of the mirror realm and saw him beating on the glass. He shouted curses, saying he would find her again with whatever power he had. 

Narcissa stumbled away from the mirror before she curled up on the dark floor, sobbing. 

#whump #whumptober2022 #whumptober #whumptober day 30 #my writing #writers on tumblr #writersblr #hero #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #writers #writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #ocs #my ocs #hero turned villain #villain whumpee #villain whumper #trauma #tw manhandling #tw flashbacks

[calinaannehart]

Day 30: Note to self: don’t get kidnapped

Manhandled | Hair grabbing | “Please don’t touch me”

“You a cop?” The man’s eyes rake over Buck’s uniform.

“Firefighter,”

He scoffs and swings the bag over his shoulder, freeing his other hand to fist itself into the front of Buck’s shirt. “Still a fucking uniform,” He uses the grip to spin Buck around, the hand now grabbing at his collar causing the fabric to tighten a fraction around his neck, and he shoves Buck forward until he slams into the wall adjacent to the doors. Peering around he can see the engine waiting over the street, Bobby's arm propped on the open window with his fingers tapping against the panel of the door. “That you’re truck?” The man hisses, peering through the glass himself.

“Leave them out of this man,” Buck pleads, his heart skipping a beat at the idea of his family being caught in any sort of crossfire. “If you leave now I won’t say anything. I’ll tell the police I didn’t see anything.”

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 30 #whumptober #whump #buck whump #911 fic #911 show #911 #911 fanfic #911 on fox #911 fox #911 fanfiction #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumptober Day 30: Bridal Carry

Warning for Physical combat, physical abuse, physical assault, weapons, blood, verbal abuse, uncensored use of the r-slur, illness, joint dislocation

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #bridal carry #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 splinter #physical combat tw #physical abuse tw #physical assault tw #weapons tw #blood tw #verbal abuse tw #uncensored use of the r slur tw #illness cw #joint dislocation tw

[boowhumps]

Whumptober 2023

Day 30

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of ED

~ Pretty Angsty

Enjoy!

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Laying alone in a hospital proved to be a fate worse than death.

Karyme had nothing to do. She layed still, eyes staring at the ceiling.

The room was a pale white color, a bit decorated for Christmas.

Karyme only frowned. She had nothing to celebrate, especially in the hospital.

Everyone was so damn festive, and it was getting on her nerves.

She had missed so much, and no shitty holiday could make up for it.

So she remained blank.

...

Only someone wasn't having it..

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Karyme stared out her window, watching the snow fall. She had missed the first snow fall, along with so much more.

She laid on her side, eyes focused straight ahead, basically blocking everything else out.

Her room remained undecorated, unlike the rest of the place.

She had kicked everyone out of her room. Selyna forbid she wanted to be alone, because apparently that wasn’t an option here. Everyone kept trying to cheer her up, but it only made her feel worse.

She would take death over this any day. She had nothing here. She was nothing here.

Karyme didn’t recognize herself anymore. She was overly thin, the clothes she wore looking five times her size. She was pale and looked like death had warmed over. Her eyes were red and puffy.

And everything hurt.

Everything hurt so much.

Despite her advancements, she still couldn't hold down any real food. She was hooked up to IV's which were her only source of food at the moment.

..She thought they would realize by now that she was getting sick on purpose..

Guess they didn’t care enough..

But to sum it up, she was miserable.

Not even Kaiden could cheer her up, but he tried.

Oh boy did he try.

A creak of her room door did nothing to her concentration. She kept staring ahead.

"Hey.." A voice says. "I got you some real food.. if you want to try again.."

Karyme frowns but says nothing.

The person moves to her other side, sitting next to her. She can only see Kaiden's face in the corner of her eye, and yet she ignored him.

"Come on Karyme.." Kaiden whispers. "Don't tell me you've given up.. you know I won't let you do that."

No response.

Kaiden frowns. "Can you at least look at me.?"

Karyme glances up at him for a spilt second and goes back to looking out the window.

"That's a start.." He mumbles. "..doctor said you've been progressing well.. you can almost walk on your own again-"

"..what's the point.?" Karyme whispers.

".what.?" Kaiden asks.

"..im gone, Kaiden.. no amount of doctors can fix that.." She says.

"Hun, you're still here-"

"No, I'm not.. I'm someone else.. I'm not me.."

"Karyme.." Kaiden starts. "I know it's been hard.. but-"

"You don't." Karyme says coldly. "You don't know anything."

Kaiden sighs. "You're right, I don't." He leans in a bit. "So teach me. Let me in."

"..i don't want to talk right now.." Karyme mumbles.

"If not now then when?" Kaiden asks. "We both know you'll never talk about it."

Karyme shrugs, turning her head away from him.

Kaiden only frowns further. "I get it, okay? You hate it here and you're miserable. I hate it here too.."

"I hate it here because it's the place where I saw the consequences of my actions.” He says. “I saw what I did to you..”

Karyme says nothing.

“I want to know you, the real you.” Kaiden mumbles. “Not the one I thought was you.”

Karyme takes a quivering breath. “..stop..”

“No, you need to hear this.” He says. “You can hate me, scream at me, hit me, hell, if this is it for us.. then so be it.”

Karyme frowns. “..Kaiden..”

“Talk to me. Tell me what you want. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” He tells her.

“I..” She frowns further. “..I want..”

Kaiden gives her a look.

“..I want to rest..” She finally whispers.

Kaiden takes a deep breath. “Okay.. like by yourself..?”

“No..” Karyme mumbles. “..not like that..”

Kaiden raises an eyebrow. “Then what.?”

Karyme looks at him. “..I want to rest forever..” She whispers.

Kaiden frowns. “That’s not an option here.”

“You said whatever I want..” She says upset.

“Hold on now, don’t get upset..” He says softly. “Karyme, you know that isn’t something I’m willing to do, not even for you.”

“..you’re being selfish..” Karyme says, eyes narrowing.

Kaiden sighs. “That’s fair..”

Karyme turns her head away from him, tears in her eyes. Kaiden frowns.

“Do you want to be alone, then.?” He asks.

Karyme doesn’t respond.

Kaiden sighs again. “I’ll be back in a bit..”

He leaves the room, and Karyme is alone.

Once the door shuts, the tears fall. Karyme buries her head in her pillow, sobs wrecking through her body.

She begins to rip the IVs out of her arm, tears running down her face. Immediately a beeping sound fills the room as Karyme pushes herself out of her bed.

As her feet come in contact with the cold floor, a pain shoots through her leg. She hisses, and struggles to maintain her balance.

She takes a step forward.

Then another.

And another.

A wave of dizziness hits her, but she still tries to take another step forward.

That proves to be a bad idea as soon as she steps forward, for her legs give out under her and she plummets to the floor.

She feels her head hit the floor pretty hard, and her vision goes blurry..

She closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing.

It’s slow and painful to breathe, she notices.

She hears the noises getting farther from her, which can’t be a good sign.

She lets herself go fully limp, waiting for the darkness to take her..

..expect it never does.

Instead, a pair of arms wrap around her, lifting her up as if she was nothing.

She instinctively holds onto them, having no strength to complain.

There’s a voice, but it’s too far to hear.

She registers the person laying her back down on her bed, and then something damp is placed against the side of her head.

She immediately feels the burn, but she can only groan softly and turn her head slightly.

A hand cups the side of her face, and slowly turns it back to its original spot.

The touch is gentle, and easily recognizable. Karyme feels suddenly safe here.. all of her worries fading into nothingness.

The person continues to talk, but she can’t make out any words.

Instead, she lets herself give into unconsciousness, trusting that she’s okay with him..

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#whumptober #whumptober day 30 #whump writing #welp #Okay y’all hear me out #I know it’s November now #But I was super busy and hardly had any time to write #And when I did try to write I had no ideas #Anywho I tried to write this at night #But my sleep schedule has gotten so bad that I don’t even register falling asleep anymore #Like one second I’m writing on tumblr #And then the next I wake up suddenly and it’s 5 am and my phone is off #So yea sorry bout that #Last post will hopefully be up later today #Anywayssss that’s all #and as always #enjoy! :)

[basicallyjaywalker]

Whumptober Day 30

Quick Nap

Character: Jasmine (OC)

Prompts: "It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay'", bridal carry, borrowed clothing, "not much longer..."

Length: 610

A soft sequel to Day 12: Bedtime, just some fluff to get us ready for what is going to be a melancholy finale

#ninjago #lego ninjago #nya jiang #jasmine bucket #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #'it's okay just to say 'i'm not okay'' #bridal carry #borrowed clothing #'not much longer...' #whump fic #ninjago fanfiction

[comfort-questing]

"manhandled"

"they're a bit ... out of it." the teammate's uniform was rumpled, jacket unbuttoned at the top and shirt coat askew. "we had to be a little ... stern."

"which means...?"

the teammate's voice dropped further to a whisper. "commander had to ...you know."

she stood up quickly enough at that. quickly enough to see the door open, and the commander step in from the bright afternoon outside. the limp form they carried, legs trailing to one side and arms dangling over the opposite shoulder, was still muttering protests and inarticulate mumblings.

"did they hurt anyone?"

quickly the teammate shook their head. "no. we grabbed them first and then Commander put the sleep on them before they could."

"Falain! we need your sorcerer-whispering powers." Commander's voice was gruff. "get over here and help me with them."

their eyes were beginning to flicker open again as the commander laid them down onto the bench. she grabbed one of their hands, Commander the other, against their weak half-conscious flailing.

she glared over them at Commander.

"you need to give them more time after fights. more space. they can't just... come back like some folk can. that's not how their magic works..."

"however their magic works we can't stand around for hours while they get their head in order." the commander rubbed his free hand through his messy hair. "or get anyone else blasted into next week either. we need to work something out - can't keep knocking them out and carrying them home every time."

she didn't answer because their eyes had finally opened, and she leaned close, pinning them down as they attempted to sit upright.

"you're fine. stay still. I'm here, we're back at base."

for a moment they fought, writhing against her gentle hold, but then went still again with a sigh.

"back... at base?"

"yes." she didn't let go, but stayed there, inches from their face and muddy coat-front. "back home and safe."

the tension and quivering of fear hadn't left them, but they didn't fight her grasp, or the commander's.

"safe," they murmured, at long last, and sighed again, their eyes closing.

#whump #hurt comfort #whumptober day 30 #whumptober2022

[fanfictasia]

Whumptober Day 30

Hair Grabbing 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Wrong Timetravelers

“Did that make you stop hurting anyone?” duck-lady snaps back, “Why do you think you deserve any different?”

Crying is stupid and pointless and shameful, but he can’t help it. “You’re Jedi. Why are you doing this?”

“The Council doesn’t care what happens to you,” one of the others replies, “Not so long as you’re not a problem. And you’ll learn some of what you did to so many others.”

“Do you think I don’t already know?” he demands, “That I wouldn’t undo it all if I could? That I – I –”

“Nothing will change what you did,” the former-padawan replies sharply. “You’re a monster.”

“And monsters aren’t given mercy when they don’t grant it to others,” duck lady says, moving closer again. He looks away, heart hammering wildly as she approaches him, standing right in front of him.

“I can’t live with that,” he protests again, pleadingly. He knows they won’t listen, but he can’t – can’t –

“Watch,” she orders, gleefully, grabbing a handful of his hair and jerking his head upwards to watch as they burn the Sith symbol into his skin, right over his heart, and all he can think of is burning like he was on Mustafar and the droids cutting his chest open right afterwards. His vision is blurred with the tears running down his cheeks.

“Maybe you should have thought about it before joining Sidious,” one of the still-unnamed ones says.

He lands face-first on the floor when they finally let him go, panting, gasping. He doesn’t know how long it took for him to finally move from that position, the memories still burning in his mind.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #whumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 30 #day 30 #anakin skywalker #anakin #evil jedi #oc ones anyway #O_O #anakin needs a million hugs #day thirty #whump #hair grabbing

[serickswrites]

Useless

Warnings: blood, stabbing, injury, wounds, mcd, sadistic whumper, restraints

No. No. Please, no. This can’t be happening. Caretaker strained against the rope keeping them in their chair. They had to get to Whumpee. They had to see. 

Whumpee was slumped forward in the chair, blood dripping from their lips and from the stab wound in their chest.  Caretaker couldn’t see Whumpee’s face. Couldn’t see if they were still breathing. Please. Please. Breathe. Please. 

Caretaker had screamed when Whumper had, rather unexpectedly, stabbed Whumpee in the chest with the long knife they now held and inspected closely. It was coated to the hilt in blood. 

Whumper frowned as they fisted Whumpee’s hair in their hand and lifted Whumpee’s head. Whumpee’s eyes were open and empty, completely devoid of life. 

“NO!” Caretaker screamed as their greatest fear was realized. 

“You promised to be more fun than Caretaker,” Whumper hissed into Whumpee’s slack face. “You promised you  would make it good for me. And you did. You were so,” Whumper licked the blood dripping from Whumpee’s lips, “so good.”

“Leave them alone. Please,” Caretaker begged. They couldn’t stand to see Whumper handle Whumpee so roughly. Couldn’t stand to see Whumper touch Whumpee. 

Whumper pulled Whumpee’s hair tight, bowing their neck back.  “You were fun. But you broke. They always break. I thought you wouldn’t break. Not yet at least. That you would last longer. You’re useless now.” Whumper dropped Whumpee’s head violently. Whumpee’s head lolled forward, blood dripping once more onto the ground. 

Caretaker let out a mix of a roar and a keening cry. Whumper laughed harder as they left Caretaker alone with Whumpee’s body. “What ever will you do now, Caretaker?” 

Caretaker didn’t know what they would do. They didn’t know what to do. All they could do was watch Whumpee’s body drip blood onto the floor. All they could do was feel useless as they let Whumpee get stabbed. Let Whumpee die. This was all their fault. And they couldn’t do anything to fix it. 

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw blood #tw stabbing #tw injury #tw wounds #tw mcd #sadistic whumper #whumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 30 #prompt: note to self #don't get kidnapped #hair-grabbing #queue #tw restraints

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 30 - Bridal Carry

Advance Bravely - Ep. 25

Bloodhounds - Ep. 6

Fireworks Of My Heart - Ep. 31

Guardian - Ep. 33

Hwarang - Ep. 18

Indigo No Yoru - Ep. 15

MY DAY The Series - Ep. 11

Poong, The Joseon Psychiatrist - Ep. 1

Portrait of Jianghu: Reincarnated Disciple-21

The Ghost Doctor - Ep. 15

#whumptober 2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #advance bravely #bloodhounds #fireworks of my heart #guardian #hwarang #indigo no yoru #my day the series #poong the joseon psychiatrist #portrait of jianghu #the ghost doctor #whump #kwhump #jwhump #cwhump #thai whump #asian whump #gifs

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer...”

Downfall duo!!! A shorter fic, but I think I’m burnt out lol

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood & injury, a little intense

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“C’mon Legend, not much longer,” Hyrule grunted, and Legend moaned, a hand pressed tightly to his middle. “We can stop soon, we just need to cover a bit more ground.”

“Can’t stop,” Legend breathed, flinching as something snarled in the distance. “Th’ll find you, keep going.”

Hyrule didn’t bother arguing, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.

A monster howled somewhere nearby, closer then the previous sound, and Hyrule tried to quicken his pace, dragging Legend through the dark woods. He didn’t know why or how the monsters had mistaken Legend’s blood for his, but they were being hunted because of it.

And he was so low on magic that if he tried to heal Legend, Hyrule wouldn’t be able to run any more.

Legend stumbled, and Hyrule tightened his grip, Legend letting out an unsteady breath.

“Hang on Ledge, hang on, we just need to put some more distance between them,” Hyrule breathed, and Legend nodded, his face pale from what Hyrule could see of it. The lack of snarky reply made his heart beat faster then it already was, and Hyrule tried to speed up even more.

They were in his time he knew, but he didn’t know this area as well as some others, and couldn’t remember any safe spots anywhere close by. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that they were moving too slow, that they wouldn’t make it, that they’d be caught and Legend would be killed once they figured out it wasn’t his blood that they wanted, but Hyrule forced it away.

They could make it.

Legend suddenly stumbled, dropping in Hyrule’s arms so abruptly that Hyrule fell along with him.

They both fell to the dirt, Legend gasping as he landed on his side, and Hyrule quickly scrambled upright and tried to pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shook as Hyrule put his arm back around him, and he dragged him upright, the sound of pounding feet and monsters baying for blood growing louder.

“R-Rule, I-I can’t,” Legend croaked, and Hyrule looked at him, his heart in his throat. “I can’t...”

“Legend no, come on, just a bit further,” Hyrule said, voice shaking a little. “We can make it, we just need to keep moving.”

Legend looked at him tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he met Hyrule’s.

“Rule you gotta... gotta leave me. K-keep going.”

“Not an option,” Hyrule snapped, and cast desperately around the woods for something to help them. All that met him were huge shadowed trees, twisted roots and a dark, moonless sky.

“Want your b-blood, more ‘portant you... get away,” Legend whispered.

Torches suddenly glinted close by, too close, and Hyrule’s frantic gaze finally caught on a particularly tangled tree up ahead. A deafening howl rang through the forest, and Hyrule nearly carried Legend to the knot of roots he’d spotted, the hole just large enough that he was able to press both of them inside.

Legend made a sharp noise of distress when Hyrule accidentally nudged his injury, and he shushed him, curling around Legend so he was further hidden.

“Stay quiet Vet, we can’t let them hear us,” Hyrule breathed, the sharp tang of blood reaching his nose as he held Legend’s head close to him. Legend let out a pained breath, and Hyrule shushed him again as a monster hissed, still too close for comfort.

Footsteps pounded even closer, and Hyrule pressed them both tighter under the knot of mossy roots. All he could do was hope the shelter would be enough to hide them.

Torchlight flickered, and Hyrule tried to quiet his ragged breathing as he heard footsteps pound the dirt right next to their hiding spot. Legend flinched suddenly, his breath stuttering, and Hyrule pulled his head to his chest, trying to muffle any noises he made.

The footsteps stopped, and Hyrule closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the monsters would pass them by and not sniff out the blood dampening Legend’s tunic.

Please keep going, please don’t find us, keep going, keep going please...

A monster growled, and Hyrule heard a few voices exchange words in broken Hylian, hisses and snarls filtering down through the roots. Leaves crunched right by Hyrule’s feet, and he looked over in terror at the tail lashing right by their hiding spot.

Legend’s arm suddenly shifted, slowly reaching down to his side. Hyrule felt his hands shaking as he rifled in his pouch, and the leaves beside them rustled, a low snarl making the hair on Hyrule’s neck stand straight up.

A hole was suddenly torn in the roots above them, but Legend threw something over the both of them at the same time with a pained gasp.

A lizalfos stared down at them, tongue flicking between its teeth, and before Hyrule could try to attack or scramble away, Legend pressed his hand over his mouth.

The lizalfos continued to stare, looking directly at Hyrule and Legend, but made no move to attack. It extended its face only a few inches from Hyrule’s, so close that the traveler could count the scales on its snout, but still didn’t try anything.

It let out a low hiss through its teeth, and then it drew back, snarling something as it stalked away.

Hyrule let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Legend shakily withdrew his hand.

Neither of them moved though, snarls and growls still ringing through the trees. After what felt like forever, footsteps pounded across the dirt, leaves crunching as the noises faded, and the torchlight receded, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

Hyrule looked over at Legend, his breathing ragged, and the veteran shakily pulled down what looked like a deep red cloak from their faces.

“How...”

“Invisibility cloak,” Legend croaked, breathing out shakily. “Takes m-magic to use though, I... can’t do th-that again.”

Hyrule let out a laugh that was a little hysterical, and rested his head against Legend’s, both of them trembling with the close call.

“I think we can stay here for the night,” Hyrule breathed eventually, and Legend made a small noise of agreement. “I don’t think they’ll come back any time soon.”

Hyrule shifted a little, Legend hissing in pain, and he set his hand on Legend’s bloodied side, calling forth the dregs of magic he had left.

“Rule...”

“You’re going to bleed out if I don’t,” Hyrule murmured, and Legend exhaled, letting him use what magic he could to stop the bleeding.

He stopped before long, feeling lightheaded from the magical drain. He hadn’t been able to completely heal Legend, but he wouldn’t die from the injury now, as long as they paid attention to it.

Legend murmured a quiet thanks, and Hyrule nodded, closing his eyes. He hoped the monsters wouldn’t come back— the odds of them checking their hiding spot again were slim, but... still possible. There really was no reason to suspect that they were here though, and they should be safe for the night.

Neither of them had the strength to move anyway.

Legend set his head on his, still slightly trembling, and Hyrule felt himself begin to drift, exhausted from the adrenaline draining away, and the low state of his magic.

“That was close,” he whispered, and he felt Legend swallow, holding him a little more tightly.

“Yeah. It was,” he whispered back.

They both drifted off not long after that, ears still pricked for the sounds of distant snarls and howls, curled up tightly under Legend’s cloak.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #linked universe fanfic #whumptober 2023 #day 30 #not much longer #writing from the floor #tw injury #tw blood #if this seems similar there’s a reason for that #i repurposed a three sentence prompt :)

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #30

Trope of the day: “Not much longer...”

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Caretaker's arms are warm around whumpee, who is barely awake, but forces their eyes to stay open. As they watch the snow fall from above, they feel disoriented. A shiver makes them whimper and caretaker rubs their hands over whumpee's arms.

“Not much longer...”, they mutter and look around, probably to find any sign that the others are on their way here. Whumpee can't even answer anything as just a soft grunt escapes their lips.

They are tired and cold, just want to close their eyes. But they know they shouldn't. Because they know that they probably won't open them again.

“Not much longer,” caretaker repeats and whumpee tries to take it to heart. Not much longer and they can finally rest ... finally close their eyes. But till then, they need to stay strong.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #whumptober #trope of the day #“Not much longer...” #no.30 #whump writing #whump #whumpee #caretaker #comfort #injured whumpee #cold whumpee #whumpshots