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simpforchuchu · 3 months

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Sometimes caring is tiring

Prompts: DAY 4 - “i love you” @febuwhump Characters: Fujio x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: Y/n is sick of his fights

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, angst but fluff at ending

Fujio took a deep breath when Y/n slammed the door and walked in. He opened the door, came in and called out in a sweet voice.

“Come on y/n-chan!”

Y/n rolled her eyes,

“Why are you following me? Don't you have something better to do with your day? Aside from giving me a heart attack?”

Fujio asked in surprise:

"Why are you so angry ?"

Y/n couldn't take it anymore and screamed angrily.

“Don't you understand? I am sick and tired of your carelessness! You're going to get yourself killed!”

Fujio had gone to a fight again. This was his 4th fight of the week and y/n was so sick of seeing him injured every time. And again, one of the classic fights was happening.

“Y/n… I don't understand why you're reacting so much. You know I can protect myself.”

"This is not the problem!" y/n protested. “I don't care whether you can protect yourself or not. You know what happened to Tsukasa. What if something worse happens to you one day?!”

The young girl's voice trembled. When Fujio looked at her in shock, y/n reproached in a low voice.

"Do not you understand ? I'm worried about you, Fujio."

The black haired boy knew that the young girl cared about him. Y/n and Fujio were childhood friends and y/n was always known for her calmness. But she was quite angry now.

“Y/n…”

Fujio whispered when he saw the young girl's filled eyes with tears, but y/n shook her head and took a step back.

"I am really tired. I'm tired of worrying about you. It's okay for you to fight, but I'm tired of you doing it for fun!”

Fujio couldn't think of anything to say. He nodded and became serious. And he bowed in front of the young girl.

"I am sorry. I didn't know I worried you this much."

Fujio slowly lifted his head as Y/n looked at the young boy in surprise.

“I guess I never realized how much I scared you. But please don't cry because of me, y/n. I really care about you.”

Y/n didn't push away the boy approaching her as her eyes filled with even more tears. When the young boy wrapped his arms around her tightly, she laid her head on his shoulder and whispered.

“I love you, Fujio. I really love you. And I'm tired of saving your ass.”

Fujio couldn't say anything against the young girl's serious and reproachful voice. She was right. If she were the other way around he would be worried about y/n too. He caressed the young girl's hair and whispered.

“I love having you always there to save my ass y/n, please always be there.”

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l3ominor · 3 months

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Febuwhump day 4: Obedience.

TW: Injury, Blood, Burns

"... Even burnt and wounded as he was, he knelt, offering his respect to me. He seemed barely conscious, moving on instinct alone. I had no words.

"when I could finally make myself speak, I commanded him to seek the medics, to treat his grievous wounds. He made no sound as he stood, then walked away through the smoke. He is a perfect model of obedience... The best captain I've ever worked with. He truly is the hero this war needs."

-Record of the War of Ages, as written by Princess Zelda

#l3ominor art #recalled #recalled Captain #hw #hw zelda #febuwhump #Febuwhumpday4 #tw blood #tw Injury #tw burns

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redjayson · 3 months

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"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible." Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.” "That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you." Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain— “A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

ella enchanted au for @febuwhump day 4 "obedience"!

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday4 #my fic #ella enchanted au #svsss #it's whump but it's also at least partially a comedy because of shen qingqiu #ough I'm so tired why is this over 11k #why can't I write short ficsssss

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kybercrystals94 · 3 months

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Up To Something

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 4 | Prompt 4: Obedience

Rated: G | Words: 1069

Summary: Wrecker has to sit out a mission. [Character Focus: Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Hunter]

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Wrecker squints at Tech’s hand. “Well, if you’d keep your karking hands still, I could tell ya!”

Tech sighs. “I’ll have you know that my singular hand is perfectly stationary, and the answer was two.”

“Aww,” Wrecker whines, gripping his head between his hands. “What does that mean?”

“It means you have a concussion,” Tech says, pulling out his portable med scanner he keeps with him on the field. He scans Wrecker to confirm his diagnosis. “It also means that you will have to sit out the rest of this mission.”

“What? That’s not fair!”

“Fairness has nothing to do with it,” Tech argues, “The fact of the matter is that you are a danger to yourself and others in this condition.”

“You’re not the boss,” Wrecker responds childishly, “Hunter is.”

“And Hunter will doubtlessly agree with my assessment.”

“Says you!”

“Precisely.” Tech taps his comm link. “Sarge, Wrecker has sustained a head injury. It is inadvisable that he continue with the mission.”

Wrecker leans in before Tech can cut the transmission, “I’m fine!”

Tech pulls away, throwing Wrecker a glare for good measure. “He is not fine,” Tech reiterates.

“Does he need immediate medical attention?” Hunter asks.

“Negative.”

A sigh filters through the comm. “Alright. Get him somewhere secure to lay low. We’ll come for him once we finish the extraction.”

“Roger that.” Tech flashes Wrecker a wry grin that the giant can’t even see under his helmet. “I told you he would agree with me.”

“Shut up,” Wrecker grumbles before letting out another pained moan.

Tech glances the vicinity for threats. “This is as good a place as any to have you wait for us to return for you,” he decides.

”Don’t leave me here, Tech, c’mon,” Wrecker pleads. “I’ll be careful.”

”You heard Hunter’s orders. You are to wait here until we finish the extraction. I will abide by his decision, and so will you.”

“Hunter always sides with you,” Wrecker grumbles.

Tech rolls his eyes, but plays into the argument. “Not true, but he usually sides with reason, which is more commonly provided by myself.” The splicer gets to his feet, returning his med scanner to its pouch and adjusting his pack. “This is for the best. Please try not to do anything foolish until we get back.”

Wrecker growls some sort of incomprehensible reply, but Tech takes it to mean that he will comply with the order to stay put. Wrecker didn’t need immediate medical attention, but he did need to be careful. His injury could easily be worsened by unnecessary movement and stimulation. However, Tech sympathizes with the disappointment his brother must feel, so he adds, “It is a dull mission anyhow, you won’t be missing out.”

“I could’ve found something to blow up,” Wrecker sighs, leaning forward to put his head on his drawn up knees.

“Stealth, Wrecker,” Tech reminds him. “It is a stealth mission.”

Wrecker makes another displeased noise that is muffled into his hands. Tech hesitates a moment before gingerly patting Wrecker on the shoulder in what he hopes is a pacifying and comforting gesture. He isn’t sure if Wrecker takes it as such because the hulking clone doesn’t acknowledge him in any way. “We’ll be back soon, Wrecker. I’ve marked the location, but keep your comm available so that you can communicate should you need assistance.”

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Much to Tech’s surprise, Wrecker does not bombard their comms with any sort of wheedling or whining or distress. In fact, he does not check-in once. It is troublesome, but Tech tries to focus on the data extraction, ignoring the gnawing feeling of wrongness. When he left his largest brother, Wrecker was stable and fine, as Wrecker so eloquently put it. Not fine enough to continue the mission, but fine enough to rest and wait without fear of sudden demise.

Regardless, Tech works with distracted speed, finally slipping the data stick into his utility belt pocket and nodding at Crosshair that they are finished.

The sniper is leaning lazily against the console, watching the door, but pushes himself up as Tech puts away his equipment. “Don’t you think it’s odd that Wrecker hasn’t commed once since you abandoned him?”

“I did not abandon him,” Tech says stiffly. “I know exactly where he is.”

“Wrecker is never this quiet,” Crosshair continues as if Tech had not spoken, “unless he’s unconscious…”

Tech swallows.

“...or up to something.”

Up to something.

This gives Tech pause. He had not considered that possibility, and he isn’t sure if it makes him feel better or worse about the situation. He picks up his comm. “Wrecker, come in. Are you still at your approved location?”

A pause ticks several seconds too long. “Yeah?”

Crosshair and Tech exchange glances, Crosshair’s expression hidden behind his helmet. Tech imagines it looks about as incredulous as he feels.

“And you haven’t left that location?”

“Why would I? I’m a danger to myself and others in this condition,” Wrecker retorts, echoing Tech’s own words. However, his evident annoyance is unable to conceal the lie in his tone.

“What did you do?” Crosshair asks now, lifting his own comm.

“Nothing!”

“Boys, if you’re done interrogating the wounded, let’s head out,” Hunter cuts in.

The feeling of wrongness resumes its gnawing. But, Tech assures himself, at the very least, Wrecker is still alive.

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Wrecker is sitting just as Tech left him.

“‘Bout time!” Wrecker whines, getting to his feet. He staggers a step or two unsteadily, putting a hand to his head and groaning.

“You were only left alone for twenty standard minutes,” Tech tells him.

“Felt like forever!”

Crosshair is scanning their surroundings. “And what did you do in the meantime?”

“I already told you I didn’t do anything!” Wrecker growls, giving Crosshair a shove.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Crosshair says, undeterred.

Hunter steps between them. “Alright, enough. Wrecker, if you say you didn’t do anything…we’re going to take your word for it.”

Tech doesn’t miss the lilt of doubt in Hunter’s appeasement, but it effectively shuts down the argument nonetheless.

It isn’t until the Marauder is taking off that they hear and see the explosion in the distance. Tech doesn’t even have to check the location to know it was the Separatist base.

Three heads swivel to Wrecker who stares back in surprise. “That was not me,” he says, “I promise!”

No one believes him.

END

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kabie-whump · 3 months

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♡ Febuwhump Day 4 - Obedience ♡

@febuwhump

This is a bonus scene from my pet whump series, 'Ripe, About to Fall." Takes place near the beginning of Ventis's time with Athos.

Series

Content: Conditioning, intimate whumper, beating, dehumanization, suggestion of non-con oral sex, master/pet dynamics

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“Down.”

Ventis sinks to his knees where he stands. Back straight. Chin angled down.

“Good. Come here.”

Ventis stands and walks over to Athos.

The older man stares up at him from his chair, disapproval evident in his eyes. Ventis is confused for a moment. He’d done as he was asked, why-

Pain sears through Ventis’s knee as Athos’s cane collides with it.

“I didn’t tell you you could stand.”

Right. Shit.

“Sorry.”

The cane hit him again, this time in the ribs. He doubles over with a gasp but quickly straightens again.

“I am sorry, master,” Ventis corrects himself.

Athos pinches his brow, looking far too tired for the one who hasn’t been practicing kneeling for the better part of an hour. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty. Go back. Try again.”

Ventis returns to his place a few feet away from Athos.

“Down.”

Knees. Back straight. Chin down.

“Come here.”

Don’t stand. Crawl.

“Good.” A hand in his hair. “Now open your mouth.”

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ventis would be so bad at simon says lmao

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hotcheetohatredwastaken · 3 months

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Wild’s Wolf: Febuwhump Day 4 -- Obedience (Modern AU)

“Tell me about him,” Time said as he walked down the dim research facility’s hallway, flipping through the binder in his hands. He’d already scanned through its pages at the dinner table that morning over his coffee, and again as Malon, his lovely wife, drove him to work for this impromptu… assignment. The boy’s picture sat taped in the back of the binder. He glared up at the taker of the picture viciously, his too-sharp teeth bared in a snarl and those odd long ears of his pinned back against his head. His blue eyes were pale, his skin nearly translucent against the white wall behind him. “He doesn’t look very happy with you people.”

A dry laugh. “He’s not. Appears to be male, approximately twelve years old, assuming that his species ages similarly to humans,” said the researcher walking alongside him. “Has blond hair, blue eyes, and heavy scarring along his left side. Hasn’t spoken a word we could understand since we caught him out near the city a few days ago. He’s been obstinate, aggressive—”

“I’ve read all of that in the reports you’ve given me. I want to hear your impression of him.”

They thought for a while. They stopped in the hallway, then led him into a room. Many other researchers in lab coats sat at computers or peered through the window taking up the far wall of the room. Beyond it was the room in which they held the… subject. It appeared to be empty.

“... he’s just a scared kid, I think,” they said at last. Time furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to ask just where he was, but they pointed towards the bed in the corner of the room. The covers of the single bed had been dragged down to form a sort of wall around the bed frame, but Time thought he saw glinting eyes in the shadow behind it. “He’s in there, hiding. Has been since the first day we got him. We had to drag him out kicking and screaming to run his labs yesterday, it wasn't pretty. Hasn’t eaten or drunk a thing we haven’t given him through an IV, so far.”

Time sighed, thumbing back through the folder. “And you have me here for the linguistic issue?” he confirmed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. He’s shouted at some of us a few times, but his language is unlike any we’ve ever heard. Figured that we’d give you a call since you’re the great professor, see if you could figure out what we’re dealing with.”

“Of course, of course.” Time dropped his hand to his pocket, checking whether the pouch that held his jabbernuts was still there. Magic made it surprisingly easy to make a living as a linguistics professor with a knack for quickly learning any language he encountered. It wasn’t like he was expected to teach anyways, and captive audiences were the best ones, after all. Of course, if anyone found out about that magic… he was already cutting it too close, having government agencies contacting him for his abilities. Time returned his attention to the room across from the glass. “What are your plans for… him?”

“Confidential information, I’m afraid,” they replied smoothly. “All we need from you today is a confirmation of whether or not he speaks a human language. We may bring you back if we need to set up a mode of communication with him, but for now we’re just wondering about his capabilities for communication at all—level of intelligence and all that.”

“I understand,” Time answered, gazing through the window. “What… what is he? He’s not human, I believe you insinuated?”

“Will you be needing anything else?” they asked brightly, stepping between him and the pane of glass. “We’d like to get this done quickly, if at all possible.”

Time knew by their tone that it was time to stop asking questions. “No, no, I don’t need anything but an hour or two with him.” He swallowed thickly. “Thank you. Show me to him, please?”

“Gladly. Follow me.” They led him out into the hallway, then to an adjacent door. “Just be careful, he’s a biter. But I’m sure you’ll be fine.” They tapped at the keypad, then spoke into the little microphone mounted to the wall. “Open the door!”

It swung open with an eerie creak. Time took a deep breath, then stepped into the room.

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#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday4 #cheetowrites #cheeto writes something in 10 minutes becaues she got busy today and did not write anything #GAH #oh well #I did plan for this to be longer #I'll probably update it with another chapter even if it doesn't fit a febuwhump prompt

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blackkatmagic · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaster Mereel/Tarre Vizsla Characters: Tarre Vizsla, Jaster Mereel, Myles the Mandalorian (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mind Control, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, terrible flirting Summary:

Of all the ways Tarre hoped to see Keldabe again, this is the very furthest from even the worst of them.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday4 #jastertarre #jaster mereel #tarre vizsla #star wars

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what-the-whump · 3 months

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 4 - Obedience

Power Rangers Samurai | 1x09 | I've Got a Spell on Blue

#Power Rangers #Power Rangers Samurai #1x09 #Kevin #Mike #Mia #Emily #hurt #mind control #attacked #febuwhump #febuwhump202 #febuwhumpday4

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 3 months

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Febuwhump 4) Obedience

(tw: semi-sorta-kinda possession)

“Now put gently the plate down next to me. There. That's it.”

Whumper obeyed, gritting their teeth.

“Aha, and what do we say ?”

“I am yours to command,” they hissed.

“Exactly. Now I would like” - Whumpee pursed their lips in reflection - “yeah, I'd like you to stand in a corner, the farthest possible from me. I tolerate your presence only moderately.”

Whumper did so.

“On one foot.”

“You little shit !” they gasped, dangerously flinching on their only leg.

“You only have yourself to blame and you know it.”

Whumper grimaced, their face against the gray cold wall. There was, they were forced to admit, a hinge of truth in it. They'd stood in front of the curled up, screaming to death Whumpee, holding out a medallion just out of reach for their victim:

“Let me tell you a little secret. If someone got this, they could order me to do anything they liked. But before you're tempted, a word of warning -”

That had been merely taunting, of course, a way to twist the knife further. But Whumpee, who had been on the verge of fainting seconds ago, had shoot out like a spring, yelling in pain and grabbing the medallion in their clenched fist. And here they were, Whumpee eating their first real meal since days, and Whumper in a corner like a scolded kid. The latter held for dear life on the wall, their leg shaking like a leaf on the wind as their only distraction was the swallowing sounds behind them. They really hoped that the jerk would get sick, but judging by the slow way they were proceeding, they knew they had to be careful after a long fasting. Or maybe it hurt to eat after such a long time. They wished for the latter option. When they talked again though, Whumpee's voice was calm.

“So what did you make of the keys ?”

“Wouldn't you like to know.”

“I command you.”

“If you'd let me finished a moment ago, you'd know. You think I didn't take my precautions ? I don't have the keys on me. Neither of your chains, neither of the door. I give them to my friends and I have no idea where they are. You're trapped, my friend. You're still trapped like the dirty rat you are.”

There was a moment of silence.

“But I have you as a hostage.”

“You think they care ?”

“I don't know. Let's find out.”

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splinnters · 3 months

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obedience (1.0k words)

He could be a good brother. Even if he hurt them. He could still fix it.

Febuwhump Day 4: Obedience

day 4 and it's rise Raph angst because I am doomed forever to write Raph angst. thank you to everyone who's been reading these, I'm having a lot of fun and all the kudos and comments make it so worth it <333

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday4 #splintered fics #tw derealization #tw injury #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #tmnt raph #tmnt 2018 #tmnt fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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lamaenthel · 3 months

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Obedience

[read on ao3][masterlist][Febuwhump prompt: obedience]

Jesse tries to hold out against the flaying of his mind, but Darth Maul won't be denied what he wants to know about Ahsoka Tano.

Characters: CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character Wordcount: 1942

Jesse spat into the sewer water at Maul's feet and fixed him with a glare. "We can go round and round in this circle if you want," he snarled. His blood was still burning from the battle—from the humiliation of being captured—but the commander was safe. As long as Rex kept her from doing something stupid, like trying to come after him, she'd stay that way. "I ain't telling you anything."

"It is not up to you." A shiver went down Jesse's spine at the look in Maul's burning eyes. "Your mind will speak, or it will break." He raised his hand and flexed his fingers; a cold sensation like icewater spread out under Jesse's skin and shocked him. While he twitched, Maul started rifling through his brain like a holodex. Jesse pushed him out with everything he had, falling back on the tricks that his commander and general had taught him in order to resist mental manipulation. Enclose yourself in a box. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. The only thing that exists are those walls. Make them sharp, make them cut whoever reaches in. With every breath in, your walls are fortified. With every breath out, your intruder is repelled.

"Tell me."

Jesse tried to breathe in and fortify, but the Sith's intrusion squeezed his brain like a vice. His eyes rolled back in his head with the effort of trying to breathe and push the bastard away at the same time. He clenched his teeth and shoved to no avail; the weak mental walls he'd erected were effortlessly swept away by an icy red tide.

Maul breathed out the heavy scent of old blood and sulfur inches away from his face. "Who is this Ahsoka Tano?"

Jesse threw his head back and screamed, helplessly pulled under by the Sith's wave. It forced the air from his lungs and left him violently shaking in its wake, memories rising to the surface like a school of dead fish.

"That's our commanding officer? Shabla haran, she's barely out of diapers." Jesse stared at the little Togruta that stood at attention behind General Skywalker, all gangly limbs like a newborn orbak and eyes half the size of her face. Those oversized eyes snapped to his through his visor. His cheeks went hot and he squirmed, suddenly afraid that she could hear helmet comms with those horns of hers.

"We coat them in metal to protect them,” Ahsoka said proudly, removing her headdress for the three troopers to see. Jesse leaned in to get a better look at the iron-coated trophies. “Akul teeth are sharp but break easily. They’re like lampreys, they’ve got something like ten rows of teeth and are constantly regrowing them.”

Jesse punctured the hydropouch with a straw and handed it to Ahsoka. She was still too dizzy to stand. The static burn his stunner bolt had left on her big forehead was getting redder by the second. "I'm sorry, Commander," he said, too ashamed to meet her eyes. She laughed and patted him right on his fresh ink as payback for tagging her.

"Bobi!" Ahsoka piled out of the larty tumbling over her gangly legs, eager to dive into the arms of General Kenobi. She frantically rubbed her head on his weary, ash-smudged face. Jesse raised an eyebrow under his bucket. "Give you ten warra nuts if you call him General Bobi," he whispered over comms, making Kix snort.

Maul growled like a rabid massiff. "She is of his lineage. Of course."

"Kix said you're going to be on bedrest for at least two weeks while your nerves regenerate, so I brought something to keep you from going totally insane." Ahsoka set up the holoprojector at the foot of the medbay cot and slid onto the covers, stretching out beside him like a sleepy tooka. "Ever watched a sholo—erm, a Shilian holovid? Shili makes the best in the galaxy. This one is a series, it was only released off-world a few months ago. It's called Princess For A Year. The premise is a little sketchy, but the reviews are good." She rested her big head on his chest and dimmed the overhead light with a wave of her hand.

"Let me be very clear with you, Ahsoka." Dol Sylen rested his chin on folded hands and fixed the commander with a hungry look. "I am no fool. I'm sure you already have a plan brewing in that pretty head of yours. You're going to play nice, do your best to convince me that you return my affection and try to gain my trust." He fondled Ahsoka's lek. "It's not going to work. You're going to do whatever I want you to do. Not because you like me and want to be obedient, but because if you don't, I'll hit this button—" he held up a small remote, " —and shock your pet until he pisses himself. If I want you to dance, you'll dance. If I want you to bend over this table and let me fuck you, you'll get fucked." Ahsoka inhaled sharply as he yanked hard on her lek. "Or maybe I'll watch your clone fuck you."

Jesse screamed and shoved Maul out of his mind. The Commander's humiliated, tearstained face swam in his vision, her mutilated lek dripping blood, the wild-eyed look of a prey animal that she didn't shake for a full month afterwards…

"Stop fighting and obey, clone." Maul spat the words like they burned him. "Give me what I seek, or I will return you to your beloved Commander as a drooling husk."

"I'll die before I let you touch her." Jesse spat a thick glob of saliva in the Zabrak's eye and tried to headbutt him. The Mando dalgaan holding him kneed him hard in the spine. He fell to the ground gasping.

"As you wish." Maul's eyes brightened, burning with hatred. "But you will show me what I want to know before you do."

Maul peeled Jesse's brain apart like an onion to get at what was hidden in the meat. His vision went black around the edges as Maul ripped him open with tooth and claw, spitting out the memories like viscera.

Jesse held Ahsoka tight and desperately begged the Force that she trusted so dearly to not let her die. "I think you need a transfusion," he said. She purred weakly and shivered, cold despite the humid heat of Xior-Cal. He helplessly watched another drop of blood leak from the tip of her right lek. She nodded off in his arms for the second time.

He dragged Ahsoka to the ground and started chest compressions. He felt her ribs crack and swallowed down a sob. Kix always said that if they didn't break, you weren't doing it right, but he was still terrified that he was driving shards of bone into her heart.

They'd brought an oversized bed into the halls of healing to accommodate Ahsoka's need for physical touch while she recovered from surgery. Jesse lay at her front while General Skywalker curled around her from behind; he met Jesse's eyes between her montrals and smiled gratefully.

"S-stop…" Jesse said weakly. "You…"

"Quiet." Maul flexed his hand. "Your childish affection for Skywalker is of no importance to me. What happened to this Mandalorian?"

"She killed him." Jesse caught his breath, fixed him with a glare. "She'll do the same to you, demagolka."

"His name was… Sylen. That was your kinsman, Ijaan, was it not?"

The hulking blue Mandalorian behind Maul removed his helmet and smirked at Jesse. "He was."

Jesse snarled at the sight of Dol Sylen's lone surviving clanmate. "Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar."

"Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten."

Jesse flinched at the slur; stillbirth, the most favored word by the Deathwatch to describe him and his brothers.

"He was the one that suggested you." Maul clenched his fist. "More."

"I thought Appo was joking when he said you adopted that little shabuir, Commander!" Jesse stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders with a pleading look. "Tell me you're joking, Commander." Her big eyes filled up with desperate tears. "I couldn't just leave him in there, Jess!"

"Sentiment." The bastard snorted. "She adopted the brat of your progenitor? How compassionate of her."

"Get down!" Jesse blasted the first two Weequays in the face, caught the knife of the third and shoved it into his own throat. The fourth got flipped and a gutshot from Tup. Boba plugged the next two that ran in and cried out for help as long, spidery white arms wrapped around him like a flytrap and disappeared behind the tent flap. "Boba!" Jesse cried, stepping forward without seeing the Nikto break off from the three fighting Tup behind him. Scaly fingers yanked his head back and a long knife opened his throat.

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." Skywalker held his hands on either side of Jesse's neck. The tissue rapidly closed, forcing Tup's finger out of his artery as it knitted back together with the Force. He sank back once the wound closed with a final tingle, panting and pale. "Aurra Sing," Jesse croaked as soon as he drew enough breath to speak. "It… it was Aurra Sing."

Ahsoka sat with her legs dangling over the side of the catwalk and picked at her cuticles miserably. "I… I love him. I'm in love with him." She closed her eyes and squeezed out a trail of tears. "I am so kriffing in love with that man that it hurts, Jess, and I can never, ever tell him."

"Adorable," Maul said, his voice a sickening coo of mockery. He kept going, shredding Jesse's mind in search of what he sought. He flipped through memories like picturebooks and examined every tiny cranny that Jesse kept his deepest, darkest thoughts in. By the time Maul's hunger for knowledge was finally sated, Jesse could barely kneel upright. He'd pissed himself long ago and tasted vomit, though he didn't remember throwing up. His whole body dripped with sweat. When he looked down, he saw a small puddle of blood. He sniffed and choked on coagulated clots.

Maul finally withdrew his choking, oily presence from Jesse's mind. "Take him away. Ensure he is fed and watered. We do not want our hostage to perish before it is time."

"Yes, Lord Maul." Ijaan Sylen yanked him to nerveless feet with one massive hand and shoved him forward. "Move it, chakaar."

Jesse stumbled over his clumsy feet. Maul…Maul knew everything. Every memory that Jesse had ever shared with Ahsoka had been sucked up and devoured for analysis, then spit back out with the meat cleaned from the bones. He knew about her Empathy and how her synesthesia turned people's emotions into colored auras. He knew that she left the Order after Barriss Offee had framed her for bombing the Temple and the Council had let her hang. He knew that she had a soft spot for the clones, that she had a deep adoration for General Skywalker and General Kenobi, that she believed in justice and in helping people and doing what was right even if it killed her.

He knew she was in love with Rex.

He knew everything. Jesse had given Maul everything he needed to know in order to destroy her. He hung his head and wept as he was led away, wondering if it was possible to die of shame.

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS Shabla haran: fucking hell Demagolka: monster Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar: Motherfucker. Nobody will remember you. Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten: I'm free. You're a slave, stillbirth. Chakaar: asshole

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everyone breaks

werewolf!Joel Miller (gen/no pairing)

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 4 - obedience | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 421

summary: Captured by raiders, Joel does his best to fight against their will. But everyone breaks eventually.

This is technically a drabble for my upcoming series "of rage and ruin" following werewolf!Joel. It can be read as a standalone.

warnings: captivity, torture, abuse, suicidal ideations, genre-typical violence, canon-typical violence, killing, death, hurt no comfort

dividers by @saradika-graphics

He doesn’t understand right away, when they take him. It, frankly, doesn’t even cross his mind that they’d know. Laura, the woman in the woods, had been so sure it was secret.

He gets it when they shoot him in the leg with a BB gun, though, and the silver shrapnel burns. They’re prepared. Silver-coated chains and cuffs, silver-tipped batons and whips and knives. Cattle prods and electric collars.

They’ve been hunting him.

They try to break him easy, first. They were looking for a wolf; didn’t know they’d find Joel Miller. They leave him chained in an abandoned suburb, giving him just the minimum food and water to keep him alive.

It works to weaken him, but they don’t want him weak forever. Not a very good guard dog or weapon if he can’t lift his head. So when that doesn’t work, when he doesn’t beg and plead or bend the knee, they give up and bulk him back up slowly.

So they try pain next. He comes to know the healing as a curse. They leave off the silver, at least at first, since it’d leave damage. But when they find out they can break his bones over and over and over?

That’s when he starts to wish he was dead. What’s the point, anyway? He can’t go back to Boston. Can’t risk himself around Tommy and Tess.

Couldn’t kill himself if he tried, but they could, with their arsenal.

Doesn’t matter what he wants in the end; his brain won’t give in. It overrides his silent pleas, and fights and fights and fights.

So they take him on a raid. Starving, chained under the full moon, and they wait. He can’t go far, but he doesn’t have to.

They bring the food to him.

“You’ve no control over it, huh?” Cheryl says after, leering into his “room.” They send her to play nice, but he knows she’s the worst of them all. They just think he’ll smell pussy and roll over. “We didn’t need you to kill them. You just need to scare them and help us find what we’re lookin’ for.”

They have him. He knows, he knows, he knows. He’d do anything to stop it from happening again. From devouring tied-up families who dared to say “no” to Jim and his crew. From throwing up blood and bones and bows.

He can’t kill himself. They won’t kill him. He has no choice.

He breaks.

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