#coughing fit

[hetchiew]

Hi guys! I apologize for the lack of sick wavs, this flu has really brought me to my knees!😅

Anyways, here’s a few short clips from the past few days that I did manage to record. I still sound like this…

…I am starting to feel better though, don’t worry!!

#my wavs #cold & flu chronicles #sneezefucker #sneeze kink #snzblr #sneeze wav #sneezeaudio #coldfucker #coughing wav #coughing #coughing fit

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpril Day 8, Day 16

Bloodshot, Coughing Fit

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: coughing, sickness, pneumonia, self-deprecation

Whumpee could feel the cough rising in their chest, the unbearable tickling, burning sensation in their throat as they held it back. Caretaker was asleep nearby; Whumpee didn’t want to wake them. Unfortunately, they could only keep the cough back for so long.

Whumpee cleared their throat, trying to soothe the burning. It didn’t work. What started as a simple grunt snowballed into a cough, and another, and another. And another. Whumpee’s chest spasmed as their lungs tried desperately to expel the sickness. They covered their mouth, but it didn’t do anything to stop the coughing or muffle the noise.

Eventually, the fit subsided. Whumpee’s throat burned even more from the force of their coughing, and the sound trailed off into a quiet sob.

“Whumpee…? Are you okay?”

Whumpee exhaled slowly. “Yeah, I’m okay, Caretaker, go back to sleep.”

Caretaker was silent for a few moments before sitting up. Whumpee could see their eyes were bloodshot from many nights of little sleep spent caring for Whumpee. “I’ll get you some water,” they said, rising to their feet.

“Nonono, it’s fine…” Whumpee weakly protested, but Caretaker ignored them and left the room.

Whumpee slumped. Stupid pneumonia. Stupid cough. Stupid me for getting sick.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @whumpril

#whump #whump writing #my writing #sickfic #sickness #illness #pneumonia #whumpril2024 #whumprilday8 #whumprilday16 #blood shot #coughing fit #self deprecation #whumpee #caretaker #stubborn whumpee #exhaustion

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 16 - Coughing Fit

Oh I love this prompt, I do love inflicting An Awful Illness on my boys c:

TWs: Illness, fever

"Come on, just take a seat, nice and slow." Only Bastian's hands at Mariano's hips kept him from collapsing to the bathroom floor. He trembled as his knees gave out, and Bastian lowered him to the carefully constructed pile of blankets and pillows. "You need a steam session bad."

Mariano's fingers never released their grip on Bastian's shirt. "Thank you. I didn't think a flu could get this awful--" He was cut off by a round of coughing that ripped through him, each one raking its nails over his lungs and up his throat as his free hand clapped to his mouth. He couldn't fully manage to get any of the congestion up, stuck in the awful limbo of needing to cough and needing to breathe at the same time.

It felt like he was drowning in that military hospital bed all over again.

When he managed to wheeze in a breath and the roaring in his ears quieted, Mariano realized that Bastian was kneeling beside him. One hand slid along his back between his shoulder blades while the other braced against his chest to help keep him from falling into the blanket face-first. "You good?"

The question was less mocking than usual, and Mariano just nodded, holding out a thumbs-up.

"Good," Bastian's hand left Mariano's back and he felt him leaning and reaching into the bath. With the harsh rattle-scrape of the curtain rings sliding against the rod, Bastian fully spread the shower curtain and then turned the shower on full blast. He twisted back around and tugged Mariano up into his lap, ignoring the embarrassed squawk it drew.

Once Mariano was settled and his back was to Bastian's stomach, Bastian patted Mariano's chest affectionately. "Now, let's get some steam in here. It'll help break that crap up and maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."

"Don't even know why it hit me so hard." Mariano complained as he dropped his head back against Bastian's chest. His voice sounded like a rusty gate. He grimaced. "You were only sick for three days but we both got the flu shot."

"Yeah, and I didn't get tortured for two years and starved for like, eight more." Bastian said, kissing the top of Mariano's head as he started to slide his palm over Mariano's pact brand at the center of his burning chest. Mariano was in one of his old tees so the contact shouldn't have been too overwhelming--and just like he hoped, Mariano just relaxed into him with a sigh. "I think your body's earned being absolutely obliterated by a flu."

"Whatever." It was the closest Mariano was going to get to admitting that his idea that he was still nineteen and able to work through anything was less than realistic. "I guess it's best for me to stay home anyway. The kids don't need to catch this and neither do the customers."

Bastian laughed as steam really started to fill the air. He wouldn't voice the idea that Abby was actually the one who gave it to him--it was midterm season and she went to a public high school when she wasn't being a barista, after all. "Yeah, I don't think you'd last very long anyway. What's his face, Scary Regular? The paralegal guy? He'd have driven you home himself, or something. You look like shit."

Mariano laughed, and Bastian felt how his breath caught, his hand shuddering with Mariano's chest as he struggled against another coughing fit.

"Relax. Relax, this is supposed to help with that. I have you." Bastian murmured, wincing as Mariano fell into another strangling fit that forced him to curl in on himself. Bastian held him as he did, kissing the back of his head. "You're gonna be okay."

When it finally released Mariano, he leaned back with a hoarse groan. He didn't complain when Bastian's claws slid through his hair, drawing tension from his shoulders and making his eyes slide shut. Bastian kept going, carefully combing through Mariano's sweat-damp hair and listening as every coughing fit started to sound less and less like it might be Mariano's last.

Bastian wasn't surprised when Mariano finally went still against him, just about boneless from how deep his exhaustion ran. "That's it, take a nap." He whispered, slowly reaching back to shut off the shower. "I'll always have you."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #day 16 #coughing fit #illness #fever #mage of violence #dragon of diamond #something soft and sweet that's been eating me alive all day #All I want is a handsome dragon to baby me when I'm sick and that's a lot to ask but like I think I've earned it

[liittlecrow]

I want your snapchat

aw yes ofc!!! whateverrrrrrrr you want 😵‍💫🥰

+ a cute lil idea — you could perhaps also liiiiiiike.. add me to any group chats you have with your friends, if the inclination were to arise!! obviously just to further degrade, humiliate, & slut me the fuck out <3 but again totally up to you though!!! heh heh eh please this is actually me begging for it like the stupid pathetic whore that i am

#coughing fit #asks #little crow speaks

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 16: Coughing Fit

CW: illness whump

A gentle spring breeze lifts the curtains at Nathaniel’s open window, bringing with it a faint scent of grass. He tries to take a deep breath. Tries and fails. Instead, the movement starts his cough going again. Just when he thought he might be able to get out of bed. At least his fever broke during the night, leaving in its wake a damp pillowcase and tangled sheets.

His eyes watering, he grabs a clean handkerchief off the side table and wipes his face. His chest no longer feels like it’s about to implode, which means whatever strange power fueling the stone has settled down. For now, that is. He can never escape it.

Another cough racks him, stealing the breath from his lungs. As he doubles over in bed, gasping, he makes a vow to himself.

The moment he can leave his bedroom again, he will find a way to lift the curse, no matter what it takes. And he’ll start in the library.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #coughing fit #sick whump #illness #coughing #original character #oc whump #gothic illness #bedridden #blackroseswrites #whump snippet #whump drabble #whump writing

[isamajor]

Whumpril 2024 : day 16 to 20

16 . Coughing Fit

Telmiltarion hated caves. Each descent triggered an inexplicable apprehension. These cramped spaces made the hair on the back of his neck bristle, and this feeling of being trapped gave rise to panicked thoughts.

The air smelled earthy and stale. The dust made him cough. When he tried to breathe again, it became wheezy. The fear of choking took over, and his heavy breathing turned into fits of wheezing coughs. An endless loop began: increased fear, intensified wheezing, followed by violent coughing and choking gasps. He could no longer calm his cough. Everything his companions tried to do to relieve him seemed in vain. (103)

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17 . Hallucination

Nebarra staggered through the forest, holding a nearly empty bottle of wine in his hand. Fatigue tugged at his eyelids, but he refused to give in to sleep and its nightmares. The shadows of the trees in the moonlight turned into changing specters, dancing before his troubled gaze. A twig snapped under his feet, putting him on alert. He turned around, drew his sword, expecting enemies, but saw nothing. Only silence answered. Then, whispers floated on the breeze, growing louder with each passing second.

Complaints, dying groans, pleas... Was it real or were his nightmares from the War coming to life on the wind? (104)

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18 . Broken Glass

The vial had slipped from his hands and crashed to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces and spilling its precious contents onto the floor. Lucien knelt down and tried to pick up the scattered pieces of glass but the sharp fragments did not fail to cut his fingers. He let out a squeal of surprise and pain. Drops of blood mixed with the spilled potion on the floor and, for a moment, Lucien became afraid of the alchemical mixture it could have made. He froze, sucking his wounds, among the broken pieces of glass, waiting for a possible alchemical reaction. (101)

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19 . « I need you. »

This goodbye sounded like a farewell. The dragon would transport the Dragonborn to the ancient fortress of Skuldafn. From there they would go through the portal to Sovngarde. A sort of journey of no return. Their companions who can teleport themselves would join them, but Lucien remained behind. Someone had to stay, right? However he wanted to believe that the Dragonborn could come back.

"Skyrim needs its Dragonborn. So do I.", he said in a strangled voice. "Ah that's sounded awfully gushy." he tried to compose himself. Then, squeezing the Dragonborn's forearm, he added, staring intensely at them, "Still, it's true.". (104)

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20 . Touch Starved

Taliesin sat alone in his tent, fingers playing with the cover of a book he had found in an old chest. The candle flame flickered, and the shadows caressed his face. Memories attacked him. Moments of casual touches like a friendly pat on the shoulder, a squeeze of the hand...

He sighed. He hoped, in the future, that his relationships with his new traveling companions would allow him to be touched, cherished, fully accepted as one of them. To ease the crushing void within him. Just one tender gesture, a single act of kindness to remind him he was worthy of being loved. (103)

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You can read all the Whump drabbles I've made so far for the Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers here ! Drabble collection (collection of small texts around 100 words each) featuring the Last Dragonborn, Kaidan, Lucien Flavius, Inigo the Brave, Auri, Nebarra, Xelzaz, Remiel, Lucifer the Argonian, Caryalind Thallery, Telmiltarion, Gore, Taliesin, Lydia and Serana.

#whumpril2024 #skyrim #skyrim custom followers #whumprilday16 #whumprilday17 #whumprilday18 #whumprilday19 #whumprilday20 #Telmiltarion #Nebarra #Lucien Flavius #Taliesin #coughing fit #panic attack #hallucination #ptsd #broken glass #finger wound #i need you #touch starved

[muckyschmuck]

my friend gaveme blue light glasses so i have to start drawing my sona w glasses so he’s more attractive

#to me #coughing fit

[cynicalone94]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 16

Coughing Fit

Read on AO3 here.

A routine interview turns ugly with a fine misting of white powder. What is the powder and will Jay survive it's effects?

To be continued on Day 22 - Stoicism Breaks

@whumpril

#whumpril 2024 #whumpril day16 #coughing fit #stoicism breaks #jay halstead #chicago pd #whump fic

[faofinn]

23. Coughing Fit

Fao hadn’t been back in England all that long, and he’d been sharing a room with Harrison for even less time. He was still mostly stuck in bed, still awaiting much more surgery in order to get him back on his feet, but they were doing what they could. Despite his best efforts, and the breathing exercises they gave him (which he even did, mostly), he’d picked up an infection. He knew the cough was good, knew it meant he was shifting the crap off of his chest as he should be, but it was absolutely killing him. Every cough, every deep breath was agony. The incision burned, it twisted, it stabbed. No matter what they did, how many painkillers they gave him, it never made it better. 

He’d been coughing all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and every time he dozed off he’d been woken by the coughing or the pain. That, or Harrison would start, and that would wake him. It was to be expected, they were so close and often hugging or even dozing in bed together. It was no surprise they’d passed it to each other, much to the dismay of the nursing staff.

Exhausted, Fao sipped his water and tried to stop the cough that had been building, clearing his throat. It didn’t work, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop. It wracked his body, his incision so painful it almost felt like his chest was being ripped apart, his ribs just agony. He tried everything to no avail, it was just so painful he wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or scream or both. He was exhausted with the effort of it, starting to taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. 

Harrison had just started drifting when Fao started coughing again. He groaned, pushing himself up on one arm. The change in position set him off coughing too, his initial plan to tell Fao off quickly going sideways. 

"Fuck me."

Fao groaned, trying to catch his breath and failing. The coughing had stopped, but the breathlessness hadn’t, and he looked over at Harrison, who was no better. 

“Jesus.”

Harrison took a moment to catch his breath, feeling like absolute death. He glared at Fao for good measure. "Can't believe you gave me this."

“Not my fault.” He rasped. 

He leaned against the back of the bed, his own ribs protesting and screaming. The pain from his shoulder was only getting worse with each cough, and he cou ld feel the muscles spasming with the effort. 

"You okay?"

He shook his head. “Hurts.”

"Join the club." He managed. "Buzzer?"

Fao grumbled, just as the coughing started again. It just made the incision pain worse, and he whimpered, feeling as though he was pulling the incision apart. 

As Fao started coughing again, Harrison's concern only grew. He knew how much pain he was in, and he'd not had his chest cracked. Guilt flared as he struggled for his buzzer, pressing it and hoping the nurse would be able to help. 

The nurse came in relatively quickly, all things considered. Fao had just about stopped coughing at that point, but was struggling to catch his breath still, and the sip of water he’d managed hadn’t helped. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, turning Harrison’s buzzer off.

"This infection." He grumbled, his voice croaky. "We need something for the pain, he needs his obs checked."

“I can get you something for the pain, but neither of you are due obs for another hour.”

"You need to check it."

She looked over at Fao, frowning. He really didn’t look well, pale with his chest heaving, doing his best to stay upright. 

“I’ll go and get the sister.” She said quickly. 

"Told you so." He muttered, falling back into the bed. 

The sister appeared quickly with an obs machine, and Fao didn’t even have the energy to argue. He had to fight to focus on what he was doing, unable to think of anything else. A shaky hand pressed against his incision, his eyes wide. “Pain.”

"We're getting you something for it, don't you worry." She said softly, connecting the obs machine. "We'll get you sorted."

He nodded, it becoming slightly easier to breathe. He hated it, it felt like he was never going to be able to catch his breath. 

"How are you feeling, aside from that?" She asked gently, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. 

“Can’t breathe.” He managed to get out. 

"You're okay." She hummed, reaching behind him. "Why don't we put some oxygen on, see if that helps, hmm?"

He nodded. It had to help, surely. He kept his hand pressed to his side, the pain making his head spin, not to mention the inability to catch his breath. There was a flare of panic, knowing if he passed out things would just get worse, and he tried to fight it. 

"That's it, just relax, okay? I know it's difficult. You're doing really well." She soothed. 

How the hell was he supposed to relax? He felt like he was dying, and all she could say to him was relax. He whimpered, things just getting harder and harder. He looked across the room at Harrison, desperate for some more reassurance. 

Of course Harrison couldn't be trusted to be left alone for five minutes. They'd been stupid enough to leave the crutches close enough for him to reach, so he did. He'd won the fight with the side of the bed and was halfway across when Fao looked to him, and he offered him an encouraging grin. 

“Hars.” He rasped, reaching out for him. 

The nurse turned, exasperated. "Harrison! You're supposed to be in bed."

Harrison gave as much of a shrug as he could, all but collapsing into the chair by Fao's bed. He stretched out to grab at Fao's hand, coughing himself. 

"I got you, Wolfie."

Having Harrison helped Fao to get a bit more control, forcing a slower, deeper breath the best he could. He squeezed his fingers, humming. His cough sounded just as bad, but they were together and that helped. 

"Just in an' out." He managed, squeezing Fao's hand back. "You're okay."

He whimpered, the fear still there despite the oxygen, though it was making it a little easier, stopped his head spinning a bit. 

"You're doing really well, Fao. Keep up with that breathing, yeah? It's hard, I know, but your sats have come back up, it's working well."

He nodded slowly, focusing on his breathing, trying to control it, forcing himself to exhale slowly. It was starting to work, though the cough threatened again, and he tried to clear his throat. 

"That's it, well done." The nurse praised gently. "Keep that up."

He nodded again, feeling useless. He just had to get his breath back, stop the damn cough, but every breath was agony, not just the incision across his ribs but his shoulder too, the muscles screaming at him as he tried desperately to gain control. 

The other nurse reappeared, medications in hand. "Right you two, I've got your pain relief." 

Harrison glanced up. "Fao first."

"Harrison! Again, really? You know you're not allowed to be up without anyone helping." She tutted at him, shaking her head as she headed to Fao's bed. "You'll end up hurting yourself."

Harrison shrugged. "Fao needed me."

Fao knew Harrison had been bad to get up, but he couldn’t complain because Hars really was a lifeline for him. He squeezed his hand again, offering him a weak smile as he continued trying to control his breathing. “Hurts.”

"Where's your cannula, Fao? There it is. Just got you something for the pain, yeah?" She said softly, flushing the cannula first.

He moved his arm slightly, so she could get at his cannula, nodding his consent. The flush was cold, but not awful, and the meds went in soon after. 

"Better?" Harrison asked, his worry clear on his face.

Fao nodded again. The meds were helping, both the coughing and the pain, and he could start to catch his breath again. He squeezed Harrison’s hand again, managing a smile. “Better.”

#sicktember 2023 #23. coughing fit #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #fic #whump #coughing #short of breath #coughing fit #oxygen #chest infection #thoracotomy #incision #pain #painkillers #fao has a bad day as per #army #army hospital

[pandoramoments]

Iroh coughed heavily as he watched his great-grandson gurgle happily, legs waving in the air as his large, golden eyes took in the beginnings of autumn.

They were out in the gardens of Iroh's tea shop, though he had little to do with the running of it these days, and Iroh II was lying on a blanket as he took in the heat of the sun. They had left Princess Izumi in the back room, his granddaughter getting some well needed rest after their journey.

He coughed again, lifting a hand to try and dull the sound, and he found he was unable to catch his breath. The wheezing irritated his lungs, and he coughed again.

Agni, this illness was clinging to him like creeping ivy to an old damp wall. He couldn't shake it.

When he took the time to reflect, he suspected he would never shake it. He looked down at the baby again, regret seeping into his very bones as he acknowledged the fact that this was the end of his last summer.

He sighed heavily, which set off another coughing fit, eyes streaming as his spare hand reached down to grip the blanket underneath him.

He had lived longer than he had expected to, long enough to see the end of the war and to watch the nations start to repair, but he was going to be going from this world, one way or another soon, and he had to consider his next steps.

#my art #atla #iroh #uncle iroh #whumpril2024 #whumpril #whumprilday16 #coughing fit

[bg-sparrow]

Fandom: Back to the Future || Rating: T || Genre: Whump, Angst, Some Humor || Summary: In which Marty finds himself living an outlaw’s life alongside Buford Tannen in the Old West, where danger, death, and disease abound.

whumpril 2024 || day 16 - coughing fit

Marty entered the quiet Spanish mission after nightfall. He removed his hat when the llavera’s grim smile greeted him.  Buford’s violent cough beckoned. Marty eyed the bowl of soiled rags, the perspiration beading Buford’s ashen brow; the way his chest shuddered from each shallow, wheezing rumble.  The open book on his lap. TREASURE ISLAND Marty’s throat constricted. A smile flickered in the corner of his mouth; a pirate story sounded right up Buford’s alley. “I thought you couldn’t read.” “Thought I’d try.” Anything to keep his mind off dying. Marty took the book, sat down.  “I’ll read it to you.”

#whumpril #whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #coughing fit #back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #buford tannen #frenemies #drabble #stand there and bleed #fanfic #whump drabble

[hetchiew]

Contains: sneezing, false starts, nose rubbing, nose blowing, and coughing

I can’t sleep :(

My nose and lungs are set on keeping me awake

#my wavs #cold & flu chronicles #sneeze kink #sneezefucker #snzblr #sneeze wav #sneezeaudio #coughing #coughing fit #coldfucker

[arrow-of-ravenclaw]

whumpril day 16

I Will Scream Them Loud Tonight

fandom: Onward (2020)

rating: teen

It started with an innocent cough…

@whumpril day sixteen - coughing fit

#Whumpril2024 #whumprilday16 #Coughing fit #Onward #onward fanfic

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 12 Weak Pulse

Also Day 16 Coughing Fit and Day 21 “Just hold on.” for whumpril

Still working on the catch up, and so here a collection of several days.

Familiar faces, set Season 3 x 15 of the vampire dairies follow on from CPR

Kol watches his brother and gains several questions however the answers have to wait as Elijah ignores his own health.

---

Kol watched as his mother’s protective circle starts to fail, the flames starting to flicker and die down. He looked between mother’s shock and Elijah stiff form, hand held out stretched as he focused on smothering Esther’s power.

Esther’s power as well as the Bennet line, he remembered learning under Ayana, besides her children, that line was powerful, Elijah hadn't had enough power or interest to take part in those lessons back then.

And yet Elijah was countering it on his own even channelling his original body that shouldn’t have been possible without-

Just as he thought it he noticed his brother’s heart beat start to slow from it’s heightened rate, getting to a level that would be normal to a vampire but was wrong from a teenage human under stress.

“Stop!” he ordered appearing beside his brother, one hand reaching out to grab Elijah in an attempt to shake him from his concentration 

“I won’t kill me while I’m linked to you.” Elijah countered but Kol could hear the laboured sound in the words, the way he was leaning into Kol’s hand, uses it to keep him upright.

It may not kill him but Kol was well aware of the permanent damage overuse of magic could cause, so he swallowed, remembered where the echoed sharp stabs of pain he felt during their journey here and with a quick jab from the hand not holding Elijah, slammed a hand into the bruises left from the CPR.

He winced as Elijah let out a choked cry and he heard the surprised grunts from his brothers as they all felt Elijah’s cracked ribs shift and ignoring his discomfort he caught Elijah.

Elijah crumpled into his arms, coughing. His magic vanishing causing mother’s protection to flare back up, he ignored that as well as the sound of Finn’s questions, it seemed mother hadn’t shared with him that Elijah would be part of this spell.

Kol let Nic inform their oldest brother of what mother's true intentions for their current human brother, it seemed Mother hadn't been completely honest with Finn, why he thought she would be this time when she hadn't when she had first killed them all, was beyond Kol.

Instead he spent his attention on Elijah, who was stuck in a coughing fit, struggling to catch his breath, while using his supernatural hearing to make sure his hit hadn't broken the rib and cause it to puncture.

He didn't want to need to take his brother to ER since they had apparently made enemies of al the witches in this town

They shouldn’t have let him come Kol thinks, the moment they realised his injuries they should have made him stay back.

But then when had any of them ever managed to get Elijah to let them go, his stubborn protectiveness was the one thing none of them had ever really tried to break because they all liked having that attention at one point.

And look where it had ended up getting Elijah.

As the coughing fit ended, Elijah slowly regathered his breath to straighten as he returned his glare back at the pair in the circle, stepping away from Kol.

Moments later the protective flames flickered again and Kol had to check that Elijah wasn't trying something before mother started to shout calling to the Bennet ancestors.

It seemed the Salvatore brothers had fulfilled their roles, it was only the fact Kol was still watching Elijah that he caught the flickering of grief in his brother’s face as he also realised what it meant.

Right, because the oldest Bennet witch had trained Elijah in this life, even if Kol was judging what and how much his brother knew, Elijah had called the woman, Grams, and the youngest was a friend of Elijah’s.

It seemed their Mother was as bad as Klaus at ruining Elijah’s new life and bringing death to the people that he grew up with. 

He pulled Elijah back to him, his brother falling easily into him without resistance, Kol would assume he was lightheaded and exhausted from both using to much magic and pushing an injured body.

He discovered Mother and Finn’s escape as he looked up to find the woods empty, other than Klaus watching with concern, but for once Klaus was silent.

He rested one hand on Elijah’s neck to catch the faint beat under the skin and waited as the weak pulse slowly started to strengthen and return to its normal pace. Faster than he was used to from Elijah but this was the new normal for his brother he was going to get used to it.

The self sacrificing hadn’t changed sadly, only growing worse as it had expanding to cover even more people to Kol’s annoyance, he had thought to keep the link between them as something to stop Klaus from daggering him and protect Elijah but if Elijah was willing to use it to risk permanent damage to himself the sooner they were all unlinked the better.

“Can you walk?” he asked, as his mind started pointing out how much smaller Elijah was now, Kol wasn’t unused to being taller than Elijah but this was different, Elijah Gilbert was a growing teenager who hadn’t spent most of his time training under the unforgiving hand of Mikeal or hunting their food.

And now exhausted and in pain, it had stripped away the commanding confident aura Elijah normally had, that made himself the fearsome, merciless 'noble one'. Leaving just Elijah, his brother, and currently the most fragile of his siblings.

“Probably not.” Elijah admitted not looking at him and Kol blinked when he realised the silence from Elijah wasn’t caused by the injuries or the magic overuse but embarrassment.

“Idiot.” Klaus snapped but before Klaus could move towards them, Kol shifted his hold on Elijah and swept him up into his arms while trying to be careful not to jar his ribs, he had done enough damage tonight.

“Wha- Kol- what ar- '' Elijah started to ask looking at him with wide eyed surprised. Kol ignored the louder thoughts that Elijah should have a nosebleed if not more considering how much power he had used, he’d worry about that after they dealt with mother and her plans to kill them.

“Just hold on.” he told him, waiting just long enough for Elijah had followed his instruction before he took off into the woods back to the house Klaus had brought them.

Elijah would be staying with them until the threat of their mother had passed. It wasn’t like Elijah could argue since that was his own rule he had set in place centuries ago.

In the morning once Elijah recovered from this magic overused Kol was teaching him to heal broken bones and getting him to fix those ribs, he was getting tired of the dull echo he could feel through the link.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday12 #whumprilday16 #whumprilday21 #weak pulse #Coughing fit #“Just Hold on” #fanfiction #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #the originals #klaus mikaelson #fic #tvd fanfiction #au- familiar faces #the vampire diaries #the vampire dairies au #the originals au

[bookishzelda]

Whumpril Day 16: Coughing Fit

Finally a story featuring young Link in Ocarina of Time! He’s a precious child who should be protected but alas, here we are. This one is maybe a little squeamish as it takes place in the bottom of the well, so there’s talk of death and gross stuff.

Whumpril Day 16: Coughing Fit

OoT Young Link

CW: Mentions of dead bodies

Link rubbed his arms in a futile attempt to block his skin from the damp and heavy air. The stench of death and rot assaulted his lungs, making his nose sting. Even though the well was Kakariko’s main water source, it was so full of dead bodies and other decaying matter that Link had to wonder how the residents were still doing so well.

Turning a key in the giant lock, Link pushed open a door and was immediately hit with an oppressive wave of decay—the smell of hundreds of bodies resting sealed up for years. He quickly pressed his hat over his face, stepping backward into the larger room, fighting the bile that started to rise.

Once he was far enough away, he removed his hat from his face and breathed in a large gulp of air—which of course was a mistake. The exceedingly damp and stale air assaulted his lungs, making him choke. Link doubled over coughing, hacking until his sides burned. As the fit began to subside, he tried to catch his breath, but he was only rewarded with more mold in his lungs. His eyes watered from the strain. He could feel every muscle in his body contract from the violent spasms.

When finally, finally he was able to clear the toxins from his system, he stood up straight and took a shallow, steadying breath. He let another involuntary shiver run through his body before holding his hat to his mouth again and pressing on toward the door. If Ganondorf thought he would give up that easily, he had another thing coming.

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Sicktember Day 23

Coughing Fit

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Mushroom Strikes Back

The mission goes well until it doesn’t. They’re pushing the droids back quickly, until they stumble into a group of the mushrooms. The plants are enormous – several feet tall - which makes them harder to avoid when they’re trying to fight here.

Anakin knows it’s about to happen a second before it does; several stray blaster shots hit the mushrooms. A faint cloud of brownish spores floods the air literally right in front of him, and he’s trying to deflect several blaster shots away to protect the clones behind him, so he doesn’t have time to duck away from them in time.

And he promptly inhales a lung-full of them instead.

It makes his nose and throat itch terribly, and he turns sharply away from the mushrooms, coughing.

But it doesn’t seem to help much, and now he can’t stop coughing.

Ugh. Cody warned him about this, and he should’ve been paying a little more attention.

“We need to keep moving,” Anakin coughs, the moment Cody appears at his side, before he can ask if he’s alright. Even if he’s touched the clones are so worried about it.

“Sir,” Cody objects, reproachfully, “The side effects can be serious. Perhaps you should –"

“I’m not leaving you here alone,” he replies, fiercely.

They don’t have any longer to debate it, because the droids are swarming on them again, and Anakin jumps back into the fight, attacking the droids. Though, it’s a lot harder when his lungs are still burning, and he keeps coughing in between deflecting shots. And It's becoming annoying because it’s making him sloppy. The coughing starts to fade a few moments later, but he just… doesn’t feel so good anymore. Like, at all.

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