#febuwhump day 6

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"

Content warning: hospital whump, (arguably) bad caretaker

“You lied to me.” 

Those were the words Caretaker was greeted with when they entered Whumpee’s hospital room. They looked small and sickly in their bed, medical equipment seeming to engulf their thin frame. A sickly blush covered their face, looking almost like a rash on irritated skin. Their eyes were still glassy, but far more alert than when Caretaker had last seen them. 

Caretaker hadn’t expected them to be awake yet. Let alone sitting upright in bed. Let alone glaring at Caretaker with so much venom that they nearly took a step back in shock.

:”Baby, what–”

“You said you’d never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. You lied.”

“I–,” the denial died in Caretaker’s throat before it formed. Whumpee was right, technically. Caretaker had known they would refuse to go to the doctor. The only reason they’d gone before was because they’d been unconscious, and even then they’d demanded to be released as soon as possible. They would never willingly decide to go to the hospital.

Caretaker knew all that. And so when Whumpee, already struggling to recover from what they’d endured under Whumper, had fallen ill, Caretaker knew they’d never agree to see a doctor. 

And so Caretaker hadn’t bothered asking. 

It’d been easy to slip something into their food. They usually would’ve noticed it instantly, but illness had dulled their sharp mind and left them half delirious with fever. It’d been easy to bundle their limp, far too light body in a blanket and tuck them into the car. It’d been easy to ignore the look of betrayal in their half lidded eyes, and pretend their slurred objections were just incoherent mumblings. 

Some part of them had hoped Whumpee wouldn’t remember it. 

“I had no choice,” they said instead. 

“You had no choice?” Whumpee laughed, humorless and unpleasant. “You drugged me and dragged me to the hospital. Who forced you to do that?”

“I had to, Whumpee. You weren’t getting better. You were sick, and injuries from–...from before–,” Caretaker hesitated, stuttering. 

Whumpee did not. “From Whumper? You can say it. I’m not going to fall apart.”

Caretaker nodded, swallowing thickly. “You were already hurt, your body couldn’t handle illness alongside that. You may not remember but–,” the memory of the coughing fits that left Whumpee struggling to stay upright, the unfocused and cloudy eyes staring dully at nothing, the ever rising number on the thermometer, flashed through Caretaker’s mind. “--it was bad. I was worried you’d die. I just wanted to help you, and I knew you wouldn’t let me.”

“So it’s my fault now?,” Bitterness dripped from every word Whumpee spoke. They tried to lift themselves into a more upright position, arms shaking from the effort, and Caretaker had to resist the urge to rush over and help them. “It’s my fault I don’t get to make decisions for myself anymore?” 

“I never said that.”

“You think you just have a right. Because you ‘care about me’, you have the right to ignore every single thing I want. Because you’re smarter, because you know better.” 

“Just listen–”

“No, you listen,” the words came out in a growl. Whumpee’s hands gripped at the bedsheets, shaking. “Everyone’s always–always deciding shit for me! Treating me like I can’t be trusted anymore, like I’m some little kid who can’t think for themselves! Whumper thought the exact same thing, but it’s fine when you do it, right?!”

“Stop it.” the words came out more harshly than Caretaker had expected. Whumpee flinched back as if they’d been hit, falling silent. “Don’t compare me to them. I’m trying to help you, and you’re fighting me at every turn! We just got you back, and it’s like you’re trying to leave again,” the words spilled out of Caretaker, half angry, half pleading. “I’m not going to sit by and let you hurt yourself.”

The two fell into silence. For the briefest moment, a look of fear flash over Whumpee’s face. They shrank back, and in that instant the guilt Caretaker felt nearly sent them to their knees. Whumpee’s look of resentment returned only a moment later, but the anger that had fueled it seemed snuffed out. They wouldn’t look Caretaker in the eye. 

The beeping of Whumpee’s heart monitor, insistent and far too fast, felt like a condemnation in Caretaker’s ears. 

Caretaker let out a shuddering sigh, a hand coming up to rest in their hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Whumpee was silent for a long moment, not turning their gaze upward. When they finally spoke, their voice was quiet, drained of energy. “Just leave.”

“Please, just let me explain–,”

“Please. Don’t make me beg.” 

“I’m sorry.”

Whumpee didn’t respond. They didn’t look up when Caretaker left.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 6 #caretaker #whumpee #defiant whumpee #stubborn whumpee #bad caretaker #for their own good #betrayal whump #my stuff #recovery whump #whumplr #whump

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me." ♡

@febuwhump

Content: betrayal, suggestion of attempted recapture

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“You lied to me!”

Whumpee’s voice was hoarse and broken. They weren’t supposed to be using it this much yet. It wasn’t finished healing.

Caretaker held out their hands, moving slowly towards where Whumpee was curled into the corner of the storage closet, their knees tucked to their chest.

“Whumpee, please. Calm down.”

“No! You lied to me! You told me I would never have to see them again!” They were sobbing now, chest heaving.

“You don’t, Whumpee, I promise. You’re safe from Whumper.”

“Shut up!” Whumpee’s voice cracked, forcing them to resort to a frenzied whisper. “You’re lying. I saw them. I saw them. You’re letting them live here!”

“You- oh. Oh shit. The person in the lobby? Gray sweatshirt?”

Whumpee nodded miserably.

Caretaker’s heart dropped. The new member of their little team had seemed so nice during the interview. Their eyes had lingered on Whumpee as they walked by, but Caretaker had taken it to be innocent curiosity at their many scars.

“Shit. I am so sorry. I’m going to get rid of them, I promise. Just stay here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me.”

Whumpee didn’t respond, sobbing into their knees.

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Part 2

#whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #febuwhump #febuwhumpday6 #febuwhump day 6 #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #whump prompt #recovery whump #whumper #caretaker #recapture #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024

[adrift-in-thyme]

Febuwhump Day 6: "I Love You" (Time/Malon)

Ao3

This takes place pre-lu

CW for blood and injury, multiple threats of death, and temporary character death

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The worst dreams are always the ones where she can do nothing but watch. The ones where her body is paralyzed, the ground as uncooperative as quicksand. The ones where something terrible occurs. Something so horribly, vibrantly, gory that the only escape she has is to awaken from it, choking on hot, wet tears. 

Never before had she realized how lucky she was to have that escape. To be able to curl into her husband’s waiting arms and let the images drift away, carried on the tide of his steadily beating heart. 

Malon wishes she could do the same now.

This, however, is anything but a dream. The blood splotched across the ground, the sword lying useless amongst the green grass, the limp form crumpled beside it – it is all too real. As is the tall, lizard-like figure who stalks forward Link’s fallen body.

The Shadow grins and it sends shivers down her spine. 

She thrashes again, straining helplessly against her bonds. Coarse ropes dig into her wrists, a tightly tied rag bites her cheeks until they ache. Somewhere behind her, a monster looms, claws slicing into her shoulder. Shards of pain travel down her arms, following the thin trails of blood.

But she has to get away, she has to. Link is right there, only a few feet away, broken and bleeding and helpless. She must reach him.

The Shadow extends talon-tipped fingers and drags Link up by his hair. He slumps in the monster’s grip, eye half-lidded and dazed. Blood dribbles from his mouth and nose and mars his clothing. He coughs and more splatters onto the lawn.

“So, this is the famed Hero of Time.” The Shadow shifts and his very being seems immaterial. Malon can see now how he got his name. “I’ll admit I’m disappointed. You went down so quickly.”

Blood-red eyes flick to Malon. A forked tongue zips out of scaly lips, quick as lightning.

“Love has made you soft.”

His grip tightens and Link lets out a sharp hiss. 

“Let her go,” he croaks, “l-let her go or I’ll make you wish you were n-never born.”

The Shadow’s laughter rings out across the lawn, making the horses rear and dart further into the paddock. All except for Epona, who bucks and whinnies, trying desperately to reach her master. But the chain the Shadow had conjured around her ankle remains unmoving as ever.

“Make me wish that I was never born?” He jeers, tightening his grip on his captive. Link falls backward, bumping against his side. “Oh, my dear, dear hero! Are you unaware of your current situation? I recall you being smarter when we last met. Perhaps, you hit your head a tad too hard. That was quite the noise your skull made against my sword.”

The air flickers and suddenly, his ebony sword is back in his hand as though it had never disappeared. He fits it snuggly against Link’s neck, right over his jugular. Malon’s breath hitches.

“No!” She screams, kicking out, blindly. A clawed hand slaps her smartly across the cheek and her head snaps back. Before she can even recover, cool metal nips at her throat. She swallows, tasting icy fear.

“Malon!” 

Link jerks in his captor’s hold, terror and fury battling in his gaze. The Shadow yanks him back, tilting his head in calm contemplation. 

“Now, let me see. Which one of you should I kill first? I came here to slay the Hero of Time, but to find him with a wife…well, that was a pleasant surprise.” He pauses, that cursed gaze fixing itself firmly onto Malon. “Yes, I believe that is the answer. The wife goes first.”

“No!” The scream tears itself from Link, hoarse and desperate and agonizing, even as the words wash over Malon like spring rain, slowly seeping into her thoughts. With them comes a distant sort of terror, so close it turns her palms clammy, yet so far she hardly knows it is there.

Another monster grabs a hold of Link, claws digging into the wounds already marring his body. And the Shadow stalks towards her.

“Hello, dear,” he croons. 

With a taloned finger, he removes the gag, allowing it to flop limply into the dirt. Malon fixes him with a glare. 

“What makes you think killing us will help with anything?” She spits, straining to keep the fear from her voice.

He chuckles as he straightens, looking over her like an obsidian statue.

“Your husband is a hero, a blessed one of the gods. And as such, he has only furthered the relentless cycle that grips Hyrule. Without his demise, it will continue, unceasingly.

“As for your death, well — ” He shrugs — “that is merely for my own enjoyment. I wish to see your precious Link’s anguish before I slit his throat.”

“No!” Link screams again, fighting desperately against the monster who holds him fast. Chains have appeared around his wrists now, though Malon cannot remember seeing them before. They sing with every panicked movement.

“Don’t you dare touch her! It’s me you want, not her!”

A tear skitters down his cheek, glittering in the noonday sun. The sight of it breaks Malon’s heart.  

Oh, fairy boy.

“I’m the hero,” he chokes, quieter now, defeated before his fate has even been set in stone. He raises his eye to the Shadow, a plea behind the fury in his gaze. “I’m the one who killed Ganondorf. Your vendetta is against me and me only. So, let her go…please, just let…let her go.”

The Shadow grins, all sharp teeth and shifting shapes.

“The Hero of Time groveling. It does me good to see a sight like that. I doubt anyone has seen it before, now, have they? Such a display of weakness is not to be taken lightly.” He gestures to the monster who holds the sword over her neck. “She is every bit as important to him as I hoped. So, go on. Do the deed.”

Something leaden and sickening and absurdly calm settles in Malon’s chest. 

This is the end, her mind mourns. This is the end and there is nothing to be done now. Nothing to be done but to accept it.

“Link,” she calls and there is something hopeless in the way she does it. He looks at her, blood draining down his face, chest heaving with every panicked breath, pain and fear bright in his eye. But for a moment, she can see him as he was only this morning, gazing at her as though she is the most precious thing in the world, calloused hands cupping her face as he whispers that he loves her.

She smiles through her tears. His expression shatters.

“I love you.”

The Shadow grins, the monster begins to move its sword…

And the world comes to a screeching halt. 

Malon remains still for a beat, waiting for the pain of metal slicing skin, waiting for the sensation of choking on her own blood. It doesn’t come. 

The claws holding her are motionless. The weapon held against her neck doesn’t budge. The Shadow stays where he had come to stand, lips parted, fangs glinting, hand outstretched towards her. Off to the side, Epona remains reared up, hooves kicking at the sky, mane flying out in frozen strands of silken white.  

The only person that moves in this strange place of living statues is Link. 

He stumbles towards her, half-dragging his left leg. Chains still encircle his wrists, but now he holds his gilded sword in one hand. Behind him, a monster stands, a spurt of blood frozen in the space between his neck and chest.  

“Link…what?”

She gazes around again, mind stuttering as it tries to catch up. She is no stranger to the oddities of her husband’s powers and adventures but this…this is something she has never seen before, nor heard of. As far as she knows, he has no power over time except by his ocarina. And that currently lies in a locked bedroom drawer.

He looks over her, fast and calculating and bitter. Then, with one swift movement, he drives his sword into the monster behind her. Malon cringes, awaiting a stream of gore that never comes. In fact, the monster doesn’t even budge. Like its companion, it merely remains where it is, gripped by the fate that does not yet have full reign.

Link kneels before her, now, knocking away the weapon that threatens her life, slicing at the ropes that bind her. He pulls and they fall away.

She raises her hands, rubbing dazedly at her aching wrists. 

“What is this, fairy boy?” She murmurs, awed and terrified all at once.

“I’ll explain later,” he replies, quickly, shaking his head. And she knows that he will. “But we have time. Only…only a little, but we do.”

He reaches out, knuckles ghosting her cheek. She leans into his touch and draws a shaky breath. To feel him here warm and real is more than she could have hoped for after today’s events. In that terrible moment, she had believed that their only reunion would be in the icy embrace of death.

“They hurt you…again.” His voice cracks, shattering like a piece of pottery. “Malon, I’m…I’m so, so sorry.”

Lifting a hand, Malon rests it over Link’s, fingers intertwining with his. 

“Oh, fairy boy, it’s not your fault.”

He gazes at her, broken and vulnerable. Then, slowly, he pulls away and gets to his feet. Holding out a hand, he helps her rise. 

“I’ll fix this,” he says, voice growing tight and determined. “I promise you.”

And she has the strangest feeling that she has heard it before, that they have done this before.

What had he said earlier? That they had hurt her again?

“Link.” She steps after him, worry taking hold of her heart once more. Something is strange here. Something is wrong. “You’re keeping something from me. What’s going on? What’re you gonna do?”

He looks back at her, danger and grief in his eye. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and time jolts back into normality. 

No sooner has it done so, than the Shadow rushes forward and slits his neck.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 6 #blood tw #injury tw #threats of death #temporary character death #trin writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #lu time #lu malon #lu malink #angst #whump #the angst continues on day 11 #fun fact: this was inspired by a horrible dream I had a few weeks ago #i woke up horrified...anddecided i needed to inflict that pain on others #you're welcome XD #also #i fit a fun little headcanon of mine in here #i like to think that time's messed with time so much at this point #that if the ocarina is near enough it can transfer its power to him #so he can rewind brief spans of time without having to play the song #idk #i think i've watched too many marvel films XD

[serickswrites]

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

Warnings: captivity, torture, bruises, blood, unconsciousness

Smallest Teammate huddled with Teammate One and Teammate three, trying to conserve whatever heat their aching bodies were able to generate. They all sat next to the vent for the room--a small rusted thing--that put out very little, but some, heat. All of them had bruises in various stages of healing as Whumper had tortured them each in turn.

And now they waited for Whumper to return with Team Leader. Whumper always preferred hurting Team Leader. Maybe it was because Team Leader was so defiant and Whumper wanted to be the one to break them. Maybe it was because it enraged the team so much to see their leader hauled off. Or maybe it was because Team Leader always offered themself in place of their team.

The door to the cell banged open and Whumper shoved Team Leader in. Team Leader stumbled, but slowly righted themself. "Why don't you just think about our conversation," Whumper's voice came from the hallway, "and I will return in an hour for your answer."

"Fuck you," Team Leader spat.

"Make it two hours." Whumper slammed the door closed.

"Team Leader, are you ok, are you hurt?" Smallest Teammate started to rise.

Team Leader shook their head. "Sit down, Smallest Teammate. I'm fine." Their face was pale, forehead was sweaty ,and their eyes were bright. But other than the bruises along their jaw that Whumper gave to them days ago, Team Leader seemed to be ok.

They stumbled as they headed for the corner. "Are you sure you're ok?" Teammate One sat up a little straighter. "Why don't you come warm yourself up here."

Team Leader smiled. "I'm fine. And besides only three of us will fit there. You three need the heat more than I do. I'm fine over here. I promise." They slowly lowered themself to sit in the corner, wincing as they went.

"Team Leader are you--" Smallest Teammate began again.

"I'm fine, Smallest Teammate. Just relax." Team Leader closed their eyes as they leaned against the wall. "I just need to sleep, that's all."

Smallest Teammate nodded and made a silent promise that they would wake Team Leader in an hour to swap with them so that Team Leader could get some heat.

The minutes ticked by slowly, but after an age, the hour was up. Smallest Teammate rose quietly and walked over to Team Leader. They put their hand on Team Leader's shoulder delicately. "Team Leader, I'm warm enough now, why don't you come switch with me."

Team Leader's eyes slowly fluttered open. "I...I...I'mmmm f-f-f-innnneee, Sm-Sm-Smallesttttt Team-Team-Teammattttee," they slurred quietly. As soon as they finished speaking, their eyes fluttered close.

Smallest Teammate's mouth went dry at the sound of Team Leader's voice. They crouched down next to Team Leader. "Team Leader, open your eyes. Hey, hey! Team Leader!"

Team Leader's eyes fluttered open again. "S'ry," they whispered as their eyes closed once more.

"Team Leader, what's wrong?" Teammate Two came up beside Smallest Teammate.

"I don't know, help me bring them to the fire. Maybe they're just cold." Smallest Teammate froze as they touched Team Leader's back. Their back was wet. Smallest Teammate examined their fingers. Blood. Their fingers were coated in blood. "Team Leader," Smallest Teammate tapped Team Leader's cheek several times. "Team Leader, you lied to me. What's wrong? What did Whumper do to you? Help me with them!" Smallest Teammate barked at Teammate Two.

"What's wrong?" Teammate One stood behind Teammate Two.

"I don't know, but Team Leader lied. They are not fine. They are anything but fine. Team Leader, if you can hear me, open your eyes. Team Leader!"

But Team Leader didn't respond.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw blood #tw torture #tw bruises #tw unconsciousness #team whump #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 6 #prompt: “you lied to me” #queue

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 6: "You lied to me."

Title: The Cost of Broken Vows

Words: 500

Summary: Tony confronts Stephen about a choice he made. A choice that ruined both their lives.

Honestly, this is probably my favorite of the longer fics. All the drabbles have a special place in my heart (especially days 8, 10, and 11, ghsahgjk knife to the gut) but this one is the favorite child above 100 words.

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“You…. you motherfucking liar.” Was the first thing Tony Stark said when he regained consciousness after the battle with Thanos. “You lied to me.” His voice broke. Stephen watched his hands shake and said nothing.

“I bonded with the stones, Strange,” Ah, they were back to last names. All that progress lost, just because Stephen was selfish. “They showed me.”

Stephen didn’t need to know what they showed Tony to understand. He remembered it all too well himself.

“They showed me a universe where..” Tears slipped down his cheeks, gathering in his goatee, reflecting the soft sunlight filtering through the window.

Tony took a shuddering breath. His voice was quiet, small, but filled with so much grief and anger. Maybe some disgust, hatred, at himself and Stephen. “There was another way, Strange. One where Pe- where my ki– where Spider-Man didn’t die.”

Stephen couldn't bear to look up, to meet the broken eyes of the man he loved. The man he saved, at the cost of his pseudo son. Stephen didn’t say anything. He didn’t deserve to defend himself, both he and Tony knew just how selfish it all was.

They had won, yes, but at what cost? Peter was the only casualty, yet Stephen felt like his world was gone.

Peter dead, the man in front of him could never forgive him. Never love him again. Not after what he did.

Stephen felt his own tears slip down his face. He looked up, catching a glimpse of Tony’s cold brown eyes, filled with pain.

“I-” Stephen tried to say. Tried to apologize, tried to make things right. Nothing came out.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster after what felt like hours of heavy silence.

He expected Tony to yell at him, to hit him, to make him pay for his selfishness, but the older man did nothing. He simply turned to the window, watching two birds making a nest in the blooming apple tree.

“Close the door when you leave. Please.”

His voice was hollow. Devoid of any emotions, robotic and cold. Stephen hated it. He hated how the silence seemed to hurt more than any physical injury could.

Stephen thought it best not to say anything as he stood up and walked to the door, his head down. He looked back when he reached the door, hand on the doorframe. Tony was staring out of the window, his eyes glazed over. An assortment of ‘get well’ balloons and cards attached to dying bouquets sat ignored on the side table.

Stephen allowed himself to linger for just a moment before he left for good. The unspoken ‘I love you’ tightened around Stephen’s throat until he couldn’t breathe, but he knew that he deserved the pain, the agony. It was nothing compared to Tony’s loss, he knew. Nothing could equal Tony’s grief, and nothing could make it right. The door closing behind him felt like the final goodbye as Stephen walked away, hiding his tears behind a shaking hand.

Ao3

#stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #tony stark #iron man #ironstrange #but one-sided #angst #whump #febuwhump day 6 #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #sorry not sorry #character death #mentioned peter parker

[triforce-of-mischief]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"

Notes: The prompt is more loosely implied this time, neither character says it but both Skyloft and Minish are thinking something along the lines of it.

Characters are from @thatbrokenpromise by @batrogers

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At first, Skyloft didn’t realize that anything was wrong with Minish. It was nearly impossible to tell what was going on beneath those long robes, which was how Minish had hidden their secrets for so long after they first met. Their tail was freed now, inches from dragging on the ground as the group continued their trek. Nobody else was paying much attention to Minish, but they had fallen to the back of the group with Skyloft, which they didn’t normally do. Skyloft couldn’t help but keep looking at them, indulging the nagging feeling that something was off- more so than usual, given Minish’s nature.

Eventually, Skyloft was able to place it; nearly concealed by their robes, Minish’s gait was slightly off. They held themself normally, but Skyloft started to suspect that under those layers, Minish was limping.

“Minish?” Skyloft called.

The younger hero jolted, then walked closer to Skyloft, already looking uneasy.

“Is everything okay?” Skyloft asked gently.

Minish tilted their head a little and nodded. “Fine.”

“All right. I just wanted to check,” Skyloft said, glancing at Minish from the corner of his eye. This close, he could see that Minish was definitely limping, but he couldn’t exactly force them to let him see.

Minish ducked their head and grumbled, “Of course it hurts. Can’t let him know it hurts.”

Without thinking, Skyloft asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Minish yelped, hands fluttering as they repeated, “Fine.” Another quiet afterthought, “He doesn’t know he can’t understand don’t let him know it hurts.”

“I’m going to sit for a minute,” Sky sighed, and pointed to the nearest tree. “Can you join me?”

Minish mumbled again about hurting and understanding, but reluctantly followed Skyloft to the tree. Sky settled with his back against the trunk, Minish sitting across from him and well out of reach. They squirmed in place, making a face of poorly concealed pain.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” Skyloft said calmly, “But if you’re hurt, I would like to help you. I can ask Chief to come over-”

Minish shook their head anxiously.

“-Or I could take a look myself. I’m trained as a healer too.”

Minish planted their fists in the grass, bared their teeth, and hissed.

It was a display of what the others called Minish’s wrongness, everything intimidating and not-right-at-all about them. Even Ordon had admitted that it was hard to face sometimes, but Skyloft simply waited as Minish transformed into something that would give any sane person nightmares. There may have been an inhuman growl emanating from an unending black maw, ringed by rows of fangs, but Skyloft knew that this was a test. Minish was just a scared kid, defensive and hurt, and it was up to Skyloft to earn their trust.

After a few seconds, Minish shrank back into themself, aggression giving way to defeat. They whined and pointed at their leg, not meeting Skyloft’s eyes.

“Your leg hurts?” Skyloft confirmed.

Minish nodded miserably.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll see what I can do.”

#and then skyloft calls ordon over to hold minish while he takes care of their leg #minish is partly speaking in picori which neither of them realize skyloft can understand #i love minish's horrors too much to make them scary i tried ok #that broken promise #tbp #tbp skyloft #tbp minish #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 6 #fable writes

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Febuwhump 6: Her Eyes

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone Summary: Inej never spoke with her mouth, she spoke in other ways. Kaz had learned to listen and understand them long ago. Now, though, he wishes that he had not. Warnings: Lying and heavy mental angst Word Count: 386 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

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It was rare that Inej ever spoke to him about something that she was upset about. She used her body to convey her message in a much more effective way than any word ever could.

Not long after Kaz had recruited her into the Dregs by buying out her indenture, he had learned the language that she used for her own secrets. He already knew the language that she spoke to him when she was telling him the secrets of others. She would perch near his window and whistle to the birds in a language neither of them understood, too, but that wasn’t useful to him.

Kaz made sure that he knew everything he could about the people that he was working with, but he made extra sure with Inej. She was a performer above all else, and that meant that she was used to conveying herself through the motions of her body. He would watch the way that her shoulders raised and fell when she was preparing to do something grand. He would watch the way that her eyes fell down to her hands while she prayed, like she was making sure that they didn’t stray too far from her body. He watched the way that her nose wrinkled at the top when she was upset and at the bottom when she was happy.

He knew every motion that she made. Which meant that he also knew what she looked like when she was upset with him for doing something he told her he wouldn’t do.

She was showing it to him now, though he had seen it a million times before. Her brow was furrowed and her dark eyes had turned nearly black, a fire burning in them that held no passion and only anger. The edges of her mouth were turned down into a frown that made Kaz’s heart ache. The line of her spine that was normally smooth and fluid had turned rigid so that she was as straight as she could be. She had also turned slightly away from him, like she was preparing to look away at the first chance she could get.

He had lied to her, he deserved the lack of warmth that she was sending to him. And yet, that knowledge didn’t make it hurt any less.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #soc #six of crows #sab #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 6 #lying

[theshiaxartist]

Jak deserved to properly mourn his father.

#Shiaxart #Jak and Daxter #Damas #febuwhump day 6 #death #let the boy cry over his dad gdi

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You Lied to Me."

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Echo promises Hunter that he'll be okay facing Tantiss

  "I'll be fine." That's what Echo had told Hunter when he asked how Echo was going to handle the mission.

    "Are you sure?" Hunter knew this would be hard. An experimental facility with clones who had all faced something similar to Echo's own trauma. Everything seemed to be very uncomfortable for him. Every time they learned more about the facility, he seemed to find a way to leave the room.

    "I'm sure." The truth was, Echo wasn't sure. He knew they needed the numbers and after Crosshair had taken part of his rescue, he felt like he owed him at least that. The thought of seeing someone he knew frightened him. But he had to go. Omega would be waiting.

    So they gathered some of Rex and Echo's crew. They had planned their attack and the mission down to every minute. Tech would have been proud of the plan. There was no room for error.

    On the ship Hunter checked in with Echo again. He walked around the shop and waited to arrive. Playing a waiting game was something the batch used to be good at. Now a waiting game was almost agonizing.

    Upon their arrival, the batch, as well as Phee, Rex and a few others, split up. Each group went their separate ways. Hunter went with Echo and Rex while Wrecker went with Phee and some others.

    As the batch maneuvered around the facility, Echo got more and more nervous. Even if there were few similarities between Tantiss and Skako Minor, the eerie feeling of the halls haunted him.

    "We go in one three" Hunter spoke. "One" Echo started to regret coming. But he owed it to his family. "Two." He tried to prepare himself for what could be on the other side of the door.

    "Three."

    Rex opened the door. Inside Crosshair laid on a metal table. He was strapped down. Hunter ran over to him and Rex started to undo the straps. Echo froze. He took a deep breath and then walked over as well.

    Crosshair was awake. He sat up slowly as the last strap was undone. "It's okay" Rex tried to comfort him.

    Slowly they prepared their brother for moving. Rex took him and helped him walk. "I'll get him to the ship. Can you two take care of it until I get back?" If anything was going to happen to Crosshair, Rex was not going to let that rest in their shoulders.

    "Got it Rex." Hunter led Echo out of the room. They continued to go down the hall. "Wrecker, any word on the prisoner logs?"

    "Yep. We found them. There's quite a few regs here." Wrecker sounded uneasy.

    "Got it."

    "We are gonna need help to get them out Hunter. Rex had called back up. They aren't far but we'll need to kill some time."

    "Start taking some of the regs to the Marauder.

    "Okay."

    Hunter turned to look at Echo. "We start taking down 'medical' rooms."

    Echo nodded. The two went to find the rooms. It didn't take long to find one. When they entered the room, the arc trooper froze in the door. He didn't think he could move.

    Hunter pulled him inside. He didn't say anything as he looked around the room. Echo walked towards the table in the middle of the room. He looked around and tried to find something to do. But when he saw the needles he flew back. Tripping on his own metal feet, he fell to the ground.

    The man's breathing quickened. Hunter abandoned him spot in the room and kneeled down beside him. "Echo" he said. His tone was a lot kinder than he expected.

    Staying in the room seemed impossible. Echo stood, panicked. He went for the door. Hunter tried to stop him but he was in the hall before he could do anything. 

    The Sargent watched him fall. He heard the gun shot that he prayed hadn't killed him. "Echo" he whispered. The man moved slightly. Without another thought, Hunter went into the hall and pulled his brother back into the room.

    "You lied to me." Hunter couldn't think. "You lied to me." Echo just listened to him. He couldn't say anything. He was right, he had lied.

    As Echo faded in and out of consciousness he listened to Hunter mutter to himself. "You lied. You did you would be fine. You lied to me."

    Echo knew he lied to him. He knew that. He shouldn't have gone. Maybe he should have taken Crosshair back or maybe he should have just let Hunter sit with him when he started to panic.

    "I'm not going to let you lie to me. You're going to be fine. You'll be fine."

    "You lied." The world went dark as Hunter spoke.

    Time passed. Hunter took Echo to the ship and faced Tantiss. Soon the reinforcements arrived. With minimal casualties, the clones escaped hell.

    The lights near where Echo laid was dim. Hunter spent most of his time around him and around Omega and Crosshair. The feeling of responsibility weighed heavily on him. He laid his arms on the bed. Then he placed his head in his arms. "you lied to me."

#febuwhump day 6 #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #star wars #whump #star wars whump #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb hunter #hunter tbb #Echo tbb #clone trooper echo #tbb echo #poor echo #mount tantiss #you lied to me

[comfort-questing]

6. "you lied to me"

the close, stuffy warmth of the sickroom was almost stifling, but they were still shivering beneath the coverlet, caught in the relentless grip of fever. each fit of coughing seemed to scrape the bottom of their lungs, pink-tinged stains spotting the pillow beneath their head.

"you said you were all right." she spoke quietly, voice flat, from where she sat in the chair by the bed, jacket slung around her shoulders and eyes shadowed from a sleepless night. "you said you only needed to rest a little when we were back, and that was all."

"I - I was all right. I - had to - " their words stuttered between gasping breaths. " - finish the job, I was - needed - "

"and now look where you are."

they coughed again, curling up, the bright flush on their cheeks intensifying against the pallor of their skin.

"but - it's done now. we're - all home. I - got you - and the others - back safe, didn't I - "

"yes." she paused, swallowing back harshly what might have become a sob. "but you lied to me. you said you were all right."

they winced at the touch of her hand, chilly against their fevered face, but then leaned forward as her fingers began to comb through their matted hair. struggling upward, their eyes found hers.

"I'm - sorry. I - won't do it again." the cough that interrupted their words shook them desperately, their shoulders hunching up. "please - forgive me. I didn't want - to scare you."

"scare me," she said, leaning closer, "what do you think you're doing now?"

they didn't answer, too spent to manage more words, eyes slipping heavy-lidded downwards. but she pressed a kiss to the corner of their forehead anyway, and tucked the pillow deeper behind them to ease their coughs.

"get some rest," she said, "let the medicine work. I'll - I'll be right here."

#whump #hurt comfort #sickfic #febuwhump day 6 #febuwhump 2024

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump day 6: Secrets Revealed

I’ve got a soft spot for Whumpees with complicated pasts. Whumpee’s who’ve hurt people, Whumpee’s who’ve maybe even killed people before. And when they did these things, they didn’t hate them. Maybe they did it because they felt they had to, maybe they were simply following orders. But maybe they liked it. 

But it’s a past they decided to leave there, hiding it away and moving forward.

They’ve moved on. The people they’ve hurt have not. Whumper has not.

And I love the idea of that confrontation. The moment Whumpee sees Whumper and recognizes who they are. Do they recognize them instantly or are they just another forgotten face from their past? Does Whumper, bitter and hungry for revenge, have to remind the monster who’s plagued their dreams for years who they are? 

Does Whumpee feel regret? Do they submit to their punishment, do they feel they deserve it? Do they see each lash of the whip, each new scar, each drop of blood as a debt being paid off? 

Or, despite having changed for the better, maybe Whumper still has that capability for cruelty in them. Maybe they mock Whumpee, tease them for being so obsessed with revenge that they became a monster themselves. Maybe they tell Whumper how they’ve moved on, how they have friends and loved ones who will come for them. And what does Whumper have? A dark cell and a prisoner they're half afraid of. 

And when Whumper lashes out, hits them hard enough to draw blood, Whumpee looks at them like they’re a child having a tantrum. Whumpee grins like they’re the one in power.

 “You know,” they comment, blood dripping from their nose and staining their lips, “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Are you trying to be me?”

And when Whumpee is proved right, when that rescue does come, how do they respond when Whumpee’s past comes out? Caretaker came there expecting a monster, a cruel person who’d taken Whumpee for seemingly no reason beyond cruelty. They didn’t expect someone wounded and angry, someone who’d lost and lost until they’d had nothing left to lose. They didn’t expect the grief and hurt in Whumper’s voice, didn’t expect them to furiously wipe away tears as they listed off Whumpee’s alleged crimes. And when Caretaker looks to Whumpee, filthy with grime and their own blood, they expected some sort of denial, some shock at the accusations. But there is none. 

And Caretaker suddenly realizes that they’re not sure who the monster really is.

#whumpee turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whumpee #whump #febuwhump #febuwhump day 6 #y'know this ended up being more about whumpee turned whumper than secrets being revealed #but who cares im not getting a grade on this #what are ya going to do? call the whump cops on me? #my stuff

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Clone Trooper Hunter, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9904 | Crosshair (mentioned) Additional Tags: Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), POV Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Hunter-centric (Star Wars), Everyone Needs A Hug, sometimes Tech is just dense, can’t blame him for not wanting to think his little brother is evil though, same for Omega, Canon Compliant, Post-Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 01, Angst, Family, Hurt/Comfort, let’s pretend there actually can be comfort here, Grief/Mourning, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unhappy Ending

Summary:

A month post-Kamino, the Bad Batch finally discuss staying off the Empire's radar for good. Tech hacks into their Imperial files, revealing Crosshair reported them as dead. It's good for them, but it comes with a multitude of other implications, too.

Read on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14324873/1/Febuwhump-Day-6-You-Lied-To-Me

https://www.wattpad.com/1420169615-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-febuwhump-day-6

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #the bad batch #omega #hunter #tech #echo #wrecker #crosshair #hunter and omega #hunter and tech #hunter and wrecker #hunter and echo #angst #family #bad batch #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 6 #febuwhump day six #day six #day 6 #you lied to me

[atlas-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day six: "You lied to me."

Characters: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin, Grogu, Luke Skywalker.

Summary: Din left Grogu with Luke six months ago so the young creature could become a Jedi. An impromptu visit changes things.

Alt summary: Luke Skywalker is an asshole and Din threatens him for it.

Word count: 1671

Tags: Whump, abuse, child abuse, physical assault, verbal abuse, angst with a happy ending.

Authors Note: Woooo! Onto the next one! Incessantly proud with this one.

@febuwhump

If there is one thing Din Djarin doesn't like about the planet Ossus, it's how humid it always is. He's wearing a suit of armour most akin to a microwave on the best of days, but when he's stuck on a planet surrounded by forests, that feeling multiplies tenfold. The mugginess creeps into his suit and makes his skin stick to his underlayers from the sweat. It's uncomfortable and irritating and forces Din to remind himself why he has returned to this planet in the first place.

To see the kid, of course.

It's been six months since the Mandalorian man first handed Grogu over to the Jedi. He has received no updates of his progress since, and Din is a paranoid man. So, he took the incentive to return to the planet for a visit. He even brought the metal ball from The Razor Crest for the kid to play around with.

When he touched down, R2D2 was nowhere to be found. No welcoming party meant that no-one was aware of his presence; that, or Luke Skywalker did know and just didn't care. Din could not find it in himself to care either way.

He plods through the undergrowth for a while before finding the school. It's almost finished, now, with only a few droids dotted around here and there cutting down trees and assembling a roof to one of the bigger buildings. They've all been connected now, walls of logs attached to each of them that Din assumes is to act as corridors.

Still, no one had come to welcome him, so he strides into the closest building, black cape flowing behind him.

He opens the wooden door and enters, closing it quietly behind him. He doesn't know how Jedi live. For all he knew, Grogu and Luke were in the middle of that weird meditation they do, levitating and contemplating things Din can't begin to imagine.

He doesn't move further in. He instead glances around his immediate surroundings and assesses where the two Jedi may be. Wooden torches line the interior walls; a design choice that Din thinks is a little counter-productive, but they at least allow light to flicker into his helmet so he can see without the greeny hue of night vision.

He stays silent in the entrance of the school. As far as he knows, Grogu is the only student enrolled in this strange Force wizard camp, so the sounds of bustling people and yelling children were non-existant. Din strains his ears, listening in for any tell that there is life in these wooden walls. A small sound permeates through his helmet. It's quiet but persistent, slightly high-pitched and seemed to broken up by short and sharp gasps.

Was someone crying?

That's what got his legs moving. He keeps his steps light and silent. Stealth far out-weighing his curiosity as he creeps forward, hand on blaster for insurance. He can tell the noise is someone crying for certain now. It's high-pitched as if it were a child. Ugly sobs wrack through the chest of whoever is crying, and Din desires with dreadful hope that it isn't Grogu.

As he gets closer, he can hear another voice. Deep and masculine and familiar. Soft murmers that Din can't make out echo around the corridors that he walks in. Whatever is being said is making whatever situation occurring worse, if the increased volume of cries is anything to go by.

Up ahead, he can see a stream of light escaping through a closed door. It's the only door with such a thing, so Din uses his incredible deduction skills to infer that that is the room where the two occupants preside. He remains silent as he sneaks up to the other side of the door. He fights the urge to place the side of his head against the door; the sound of his helmet banging against wood would surely alert the people inside. He instead stands just shy of it, hand still on blaster.

He can hear the voice clearly now as Luke Skywalker. "Come now, is it really so difficult for you? You can do better than that. I know you can." There is no reply to his words other than the incessant crying of the other occupant. Regardless of a reply, Luke continues. "You're sorry? Then act like it then. You've been getting nowhere in all the time I've looked after you, and I'm starting believe that your training is a waste of time.

Din's eyebrows turn downwards into a frown. Whether the student in that room was Grogu or some other unfortunate Jedi apprentice, no one should be treated like that. He doesn't move from where he stands, wanting to ensure he hears everything he needs to do before he barges in there.

There is then silence for an achingly long time. He presumes that the two people are having some kind of telepathic communication, similar to how Ahsoka and Grogu interacted with each other on Corvus all those months ago. Din slowly becomes antsy, the quiet making his brain churn a lot of negative thoughts about the maybe-Grogu on the other side of the door.

Whatever is being said is clearly not taken well, if the crying getting louder is anything to go by.

"Quit you're whining, child," Luke says after minutes of silence. "I am training you out of the goodness of my heart. Your attachment to that forsaken Mandalorian makes you nigh untrainable; yet here I am, training you. You should be thanking me, alongside that disgraced man who raised you."

Din was about to barge in then and there, but something stops him. The crying, which he now regretfully realises is Grogu, goes silent and Din's hear drops to his feet. He can't hear what's being said. He presumes it's some telepathic words thrown at Luke's mind. A loud slap is then heard and a seething "Watch your tone, boy!" from Skywalker that gets Din moving. He moves his hand away from his holster and instead holds the hilt of the Darksabre, and he kicks the timber of the door so hard that it nearly comes off its hinges in his haste to get in.

The room he enters is not dissimilar to his old Mandalorian classrooms he sat in during his Youngling days - with the exception of the now splintered door, of course. Din can't help but smirk under his helmet as Luke goes arse-over-tit at the sudden outburst. It appears that he never knew Din had landed on the planet, let alone strolled into his "school," if his surprise is anything to go by.

The Jedi scrambles to his feet, his own hand resting on the hilt of his sabre. "Din Djarin. What are you doing here?" he asks, trying and failing to conceal the shock on his face.

"Retrieving my kriffing kid, Jetii. What's it look like?" Din responds. Grogu squeals in joy and throws himself at the Mandalorian. He does a once-over the small creature, anger slowly overtaking his hidden features at the state of him. His clothes are ripped in places and a dark purple bruise is blooming over the child's green face. He turns to look at Luke again, hoping that his glare can be felt through his helmet.

"I can't let you do that. He's still got lots of training to do."

Din scoffs, holding Grogu tightly in his arms. "What, the training you're doing that's a 'waste of time'? He's a child. Let him be one. You lied to me, Luke. I trusted you with his safety and you betrayed both of us."

"He's older than both of us, Din Djarin," Luke replies, grasping at straws to keep himself afloat. It's true that Grogu has a few decades on Din, but age doesn't necessarily attest to maturity. While, yes, a 50-year old human may be fully grown, a- whatever Grogu is- can probably live to be centuries old if Ahsoka's words are anything to go by. Though, Din isn't sure whether he can trust her now, either.

"He's still a kid regardless. I'm leaving now. With Grogu. Do not follow us." He turns to walk away.

"And what if I don't want you to leave?"

Din grabs the hilt of the Darksabre with his free hand and turns it on, glowing black light making the strange noise it usually does as he points the blade to the floor, not turning around. "I think you know."

Luke scoffs. "You hardly know how to swing that thing, let alone kill me with it."

Din turns his head, helmet gleaming with the light of the blade in his hands. "Do you really want to take that risk?" he asks, walking out.

Luke doesn't follow them. Din didn't take him as a coward, but apparently Din is wrong.

When they get back to the Starfighter, Din places Grogu on the silver bonnet and looks him over for any more wounds. He has a few cuts, a little bump on his head, and more bruises, and Din can't stop the festering rage and guilt inside him. Din was told that the Jedi were honourable; noble and wise folks who were compassionate to all. Whoever told him that was a fat liar. He now understands why his ancestors hated the Jedi in the past. They're inconsiderate, abusive fools.

"I'm sorry, kid. I should never have allowed him to-" Din starts, but Grogu moves a hand to silence him. The Mandalorian is almost in shock at the action. A lot of time has passed since they last saw each other. The green creature looks at him with his beady eyes and makes a soft babbling noise. Even with the language barrier, Din understands. "It's okay. I forgive you."

Din places his hand gently on the child's head for a moment before he lifts him up again and puts him in his little cubby hole of the Starfighter. They're soon in orbit, hoping to never see the Jedi Luke Skywalker again.

#star wars au #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #grogu #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw assault #tw verbal abuse #whump #angst #angst with a happy ending #luke skywalker #febuwhump #febuwhump day 6 #febuwhump 2024

[serickswrites]

Revelations

Warnings: captivity, torture, white torture, restraints

Whumpee tried to move. Tried to do anything to stop the torture. Tried to do anything to get the headphones off, to get the blindfold off. Anything to be able to have access to their senses. 

But Whumpee’s efforts were useless. Whumper had tied them up so securely, had attached both the blindfold and headphones so securely, that there was no way Whumpee was getting free on their own. 

Whumpee didn’t know how long they had been like this. Only that they needed it to stop. And stop now. 

Without warning, Whumper ripped off the blindfold and headphones in one swift pull. Everything was too bright, too loud, for Whumpee. They shrunk back with a cry. “STOP!”

“Ready to talk?” Whumper whispered, though Whumpee felt they were shouting. 

“YES! ANYTHING! JUST MAKE IT STOP!”

With a chuckle, Whumper leaned in close, hot breath on Whumpee’s ear. “Tell me all your secrets then.”

And Whumpee did. They told Whumper everything they wanted to know so that Whumper never put them alone in the silent dark again. 

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw torture #tw white torture #tw restraints #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump day 6 #prompt: secrets revealed #queue

[chrysochroma]

So many angles, so many lines

@febuwhump day 6: “you lied to me"

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 1,025

Fandom: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms

Warnings: Crying, Yelling, Betrayal

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title is from Everything Moves by Bronze Radio Return

this is set in my interpretation of vat7k, probably about 3/4 of the way through the plot. things you need to know for this to make sense: (this list will be continued in the end notes due to a slight spoiler warning)

ulla is varian’s mom, but he never knew her because she was trapped in thaymes, this world’s purgatory (something further, more ancient than the lost realm)

she left varian a key which used to contain a lost alchemical component, but ulla took it out before she gave it to varian

ulla is now the main villain of the plot

varian gave hugo the key (on a necklace) right after learning that his mom was the villain, which in plot time was a few days ago (ill write a scene for this sometime but it doesn’t currently exist so)

varian has canon compliant trust issues (and also trauma) :)

Varian smiled, but the conflict in his eyes told another story of what he was feeling. The joke Yong just told had been funny, but his laugh was forced, and Hugo could tell. So, when Varian quietly excused himself from the table, Hugo followed him without hesitation. 

Varian curled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms, not crying, but close. He didn’t quite know what he was actually feeling—there were too many different emotions in his head to categorize them all into one box—so he simply sat there, silently thinking.

“Hey,” Hugo’s voice was soft, but it still startled him. 

“Oh-“ He looked up to see Hugo, and relaxed. “It’s you.”

Hugo sat down next to Varian, just a few inches away. “What’s going on?” Hugo asked. 

“My mom.” Varian responded, rather bluntly. He dropped his head back into his arms.

“That’s fair. I can only imagine how much that would hurt—finally meeting your mom only to end up fighti-“ He stopped himself. “Sorry. What I’m trying to say is that this is a reasonable reaction to have. Not wanting to fight your mom isn’t something to feel bad about.”

Varian hesitated. “Yeah.”

Hugo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “…That’s not what this is about, is it?” “Not really,” Varian sighed. 

“I see.” Hugo racked his mind for any other possible causes of Varian’s stress. He thought back to the encounter they had with Ulla just a few days ago. It made sense for him to be upset about having to fight his mom—even if he didn’t really know her, they were still family, and—oh. He turned to look at him. “Varian, you aren’t like her.”

“But what if I am?”

“You’re-“

“Hugo, think about it.” Varian’s voice sounded a bit crazed, almost desperate, and his breathing was heavy. “We’re both using alchemy for our own, selfish purposes, and we’re both hurting people with it.” His voice broke into a sob. “I’m just gonna turn back into a villain, and I’m going to hurt people. Again.”

“Stop saying that you are using alchemy selfishly, because you’re not.” Hugo’s voice was tender and gentle, a pleasant contrast to the panic in Varian’s voice.

“You’re wrong.”

“No, I’m not. You used it to try and help your dad, and that’s not selfish.”

“Yes, it is. I put other people in danger for my own personal gain.”

“No, you were helping your father.”

“But I wouldn’t have had to help him if I hadn’t messed up in the first place.” His eyes filled up with tears. 

“Hey—you made a mistake and tried to fix it, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that. Granted, you might have gone a bit overboard with it-“

“I committed treason, Hugo. Multiple times!”

“Yeah,” Hugo shrugged. “Maybe you did, but it was for a good reason.”

“A good reason?” Varian’s voice cracked. “Tell that to all the people I almost killed!”

“You didn’t kill anyone.”

“I almost did.”

Hugo took a deep breath, then grabbed Varian’s shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. “You are not like her.” He repeated. 

Varian’s cheeks were covered in tear streaks. “Yes, I am.”

“No. You are your own person, with your own free will. Sure, you’ve made mistakes, but everyone does.”

“Most people don’t commit treason,” Varian muttered. 

“Shush. Varian, you are such an amazing, talented, smart, kind, considerate, beautiful person, and you and your mother are not the same.” He pulled him into a hug, letting Varian bury his face in his shoulder. “You’re not like her.”

Hugo held Varian as he cried into his shoulder, still talking even though Varian gave no response.

“Our parents’ actions, their mistakes, don’t define us. Our mistakes don’t define us. All that matters is if you’re willing to accept the blame and work to fix things, like you did.”

Slowly, Varian started to stop shaking as he melted into Hugo’s embrace, eyes closed, letting Hugo’s words fill his head.

“Thank you,” Varian muttered. 

Hugo pulled him tighter. “You’re not the same. Just because she’s your mom doesn’t mean that you’re the same—heck, Donella and I are barely alike.”

Varian froze, his ragged, shaky breathing completely gone for a few seconds. “Donella?”

Hugo paused. “Oh.”

Varian pushed himself out of Hugo’s arms, moving back a bit. “Hugo, how do you know Donella?” “I, uh, don’t really, she just … happened to live near me, that’s all,” Hugo fumbled.

Varian said nothing, only stared at Hugo, his breathing getting heavier. He pushed himself off the ground, stood, and took a step away from Hugo. 

Hugo stood up behind him. “Varian-“

“So when she said that stuff about there being a double agent, that was you? This whole time?” Varian spun around, his face was a mix of emotions, covered in dried tears and eyes filled with betrayal. “Hugo, you lied to me! You promised! I asked you if you were working for her—I didn’t want to, I wanted to believe you, to trust you, but I did anyway—and you lied to my face!”

“Varian, I’m sorry! I-“ Hugo sputtered. “I was going to tell you, but it had been so long—it didn’t seem important, I thought it wouldn’t matter-“

“You thought it wouldn’t matter? You thought that you lying to me, for months, wouldn’t matter?” Varian took a deep breath, and his face hardened. He stepped forward. “You promised me, Hugo. You promised you would tell the truth.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

Varian reached up to the capsule hanging from a chain around Hugo’s neck, wrapped his hand around it, and pulled. The chain snapped under the pressure and the pendant came free. Varian looked down at it before he closed his fist around it and looked back up to Hugo.

“Don’t follow me.”

He turned his back and walked to the exit of the tavern, grabbing his coat and staff as he went and leaving Hugo standing there, speechless. Without looking back, Varian opened the door, stepped out, and let it swing closed behind him, leaving the sound of it slamming shut ringing in Hugo’s ears. 

here’s the rest of the list:

hugo grew up with donella (who has been the general antagonist for half the plot) but they’re not blood related, hugo doesn’t know who his parents are

donella employed him to spy on varian and the rest of the gang, but he turned his back on her and stopped. (he neglected to tell varian any of this)

#writing #creative writing #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 6 #vat7k #hugo vat7k #varian vat7k

[kittyphoenix12-xx]

febuwhump day 6 - secrets revealed (yes ik it's late)

Saiki's powers come back

tw- panic attacks, unintentional self-harm

#saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #kaidou shun #aren kuboyasu #nendou riki #saiki kusuo #febuwhump day 6