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captshipper · 5 months

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whumpcember 2023: day 01. fever

Tonya is hit by the scent, she frowns, a little confused. then she realizes: oh, the kid is finally presenting.

genderbent; beta!Tony x omega!Peter; pre-Starker & hints of Starkercest

(ok, this ended up more comfort than hurt in the hurt/comfort spectrum)

stand / to the left of me / in paradise / holy ghosts will, Tonya's head bobs her head in a way that looks too gentle for the demonic screams echoing across her lab. she has a gigantic to-do list, but tinkering with her attempts at inventing new things is much more fun. her current project is an air purifier. maybe it didn't sound that revolutionary, however as a beta, she could only imagine how intense scents were for alphas and omegas.

they could affect her, just not too much.

she's bites at the tip of her pencil as she works through the energy cells when the lab's door is open. she doesn't notice it, what hits her is the intense, sweet scent of a young omega in heat. too young to be Pepper. she turns, confused, and oh, the kid's presenting.

Pylar's almost seventeen, she assumed she'd be a beta like Tonya. everyone did. but, well, she's a late bloomer then, uh?

the kid looks tiny, wrapped in one of the thickest blankets Tonya had around. it makes her look almost like a toddler, it's pretty adorable. and a little worrying, she's sweating buckets and her face looks red in an unhealthy level. her lips are half open, she's panting like she ran a whole marathon.

Tonya's hit with how fuckable she looks.

she shakes her head, shaking off dirty thoughts about her practically adopted daughter. the kid needed help, she's shaking so much that it breaks Tonya's heart.

"Jarvis, seal off the lab. omega heat protocol."

she can imagine the AI nodding his head before applying the protocol. the temperature dropped a couple of degrees, the air purifiers (that were prototypes of Tonya's current project) activated. it's more for the omega's benefit than her own, Pepper always seemed to be soothed by not being bombarded by her own pheromones, Tonya hopes it helps the kid.

she read about the first mating cycle, and it sounded like hell.

she approaches Pylar like you'd approache a dangerous predator who had been cornered. she's always glad to be a simple beta when she has to deal with omegas in heat. it stop her from having a empathetic cycle herself, and her scent isn't overwhelming to someone who's already beyond overstimulated and overwhelmed.

Pyler whines: "ah- Mrs. Stark, it hurts."

"I know, kid," she gently takes hold of a handful of the blanket and pulls her slowly. "come, I'll help you."

Pyler follows her without a hint of hesitation. it feels dangerous, how much she trusts her. she wouldn't if she knew of the random little thoughts that tended to make an appearance in the genius' brain. very wrong thoughts and feelings a married, older woman should not have about a kid.

the shaking is intense enough for her to feel it up her arm. Tonya guides her into the bedroom tucked behind a secret door. it has a sterile nest. it's not the best nest, but it's clean and Pylar can scent all over it without issues. Tonya makes her sit on the bed.

"stay sitting up, I'll let you nest in a minute."

Pylar whines again, but doesn't argue. Tonya might be a beta, but someone who's not also in heat has some level of dominance over a young omega like Pylar, secondary gender doesn't make a difference in that case.

Pylar puts a thermometer on her mouth and as they wait for the reading, she checks if the mini-fridge is stocked enough. it seems to be, she can bring more supplies later anyways.

"almost 41 degrees, oof," Pepper could reach above that. how omegas' brains don't cook is a mystery. "it'll get worse tho. can't give you anything, sorry."

"I- ouch," Pyler curls up as a cramp hits her. "shit."

"I heard the cramps are much more troublesome than the fever," Tonya gently pushes her to uncurl. "go, nest. it'll help. apparently being buried in blankets doesn't make the fever worse during an omega's heat. you'll be fine, kid."

Pylar nods, she looks up at Tonya like she thinks nothing bad could ever happen to her when Tonya's around.

if she only knew the rotten things running across her mind.

#whumpcember 2023 #whumpcember 2023 day 1 #peter parker whump #starker fanfiction #pre-femslash #pre-Starker #costa's starker omegaverse

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ziorite · 5 months

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all aboard the whumpcember train! Day 1: Fever

I'm betting I'll make it three days in before I fall behind, but only time will tell. Maybe the Jiang Cheng brainrot will fuel me enough to get at least halfway? Anyways, here's my first work-- chapter 2 will probably be day 2!

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serickswrites · 5 months

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Fever Dream

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, infection, fever, illness

Whumpee was sweating. They knew it wasn't because the dungeon Whumper kept them in was warm. They knew Whumper's repeated torture of them was taking a toll on their body. But they refused to acknowledge they had a fever.

Because to be sick was to be vulnerable. And they couldn't be vulnerable with Whumper.

They pulled on the chains as they curled around themself more. Perhaps they could sweat out this fever. Perhaps it was all a fever dream and they were home in bed.

Perhaps it wasn't so terrible to be vulnerable. Caretaker could help them.

The thought had Whumpee snapping their eyes open. They were not home. This wasn't their bed. And Caretaker wasn't here. Whumpee knew the fever would pass. That their suffering would subside. And that Whumper would continue to hurt them.

And perhaps a fever dream wasn't so terrible after all.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw infection #tw fever #tw illness #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #day 1 #prompt: fever #queue

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99point9percentwhump · 5 months

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Whumpcember 2023 Day 1 - Fever

#whumpcember 2023 #day 1 fever #laramie #vintage whump #weak #cared for #unconscious

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fanfictasia · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 1

Alt. Sacrifice

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Never Walk Alone

Vader’s gaze darts back to Luke’s motionless form. He’s so still, and he’s – His mind is screaming in denial, that there’s no way that Luke could truly be gone, but he can… He knows what he sees and feels, even if something about that doesn’t seem quite right.

And if Sidious is serious about a way to bring him back…

Vader can’t trust him though, because the Sith wouldn’t be offering this unless he had something to gain from it. Is he trying to win him back to his side like this? Is he –

Would it be worth everything he’s done to the galaxy, to bring his son back?

But how can he really refuse, if this is a genuine offer? Which he does not trust that it is, one bit. But he’s fairly certain he’s half in shock right now, because the notion of Luke being gone feels too unreal to – to anything right now. But can he really make Leia spend the rest of her life without her brother, especially knowing how much her biological family means to her?

“What would you require of me?” Vader asks, warily.

Sidious studies him for a long moment. He hates that look and it never fails to terrify him. “It will require a life for a life. Because of your bond, it will take your life to restore his.”

Oh. Oh.

It makes sense, in terms of the Dark Side.

Sidious is just doing this because he wants Luke back, isn’t he? And if Vader goes through with this, then he’ll be gone, and unable to interfere.

He doesn’t want Sidious to want him anymore, but that the Sith is offering this mostly just to get him killed burns through his heart in a way he can’t even describe. Not that it matters. If it means Luke will be alive again, he’s more than willing to give up his own life.

“No,” Leia bursts out, sharply, “Don’t. He’s lying, trying to trick us. There’s no way he’s going to bring Luke back.”

Sidious motions and one of the stormtroopers fires a stunblast at her. Vader jerks forwards, but not fast enough to deflect the shot. She collapses to the floor, unconscious.

“She will remain unharmed,” he assures, smoothly.

Probably, he shouldn’t be showing any concern for Leia, if there’s any chance Sidious doesn’t realize – Vader turns back to Luke, desperately trying to decide what to do, now.

Sidious could easily use this as an opportunity to kill them all. There’s no way he’s genuine. But he’s already counting on Vader giving in.

And he’s not wrong to count on that either, but maybe this time Vader can try to be one step ahead of him too. With a certain determination he didn’t know he was capable of feeling before, he takes a few steps closer.

“Anakin, stop,” Obi-Wan warns.

It’s the name that nearly freezes Vader for a moment.

He just called him Anakin. He hasn’t done that once since… Mustafar, actually.

But it – it doesn’t matter. Not right now. This is for his children, and with that in mind, Vader kneels in front of Sidious.

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written-by-jayy · 5 months

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Whumpcember, day 1: Fever

From this prompt list

CW: Fever, Vague references to past trauma, fluff

Word count: 1,594

Characters: Rowan= caretaker, Adam= whumpee, Grayson= coworker/friend, Darren= Boss/mentor

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Rowan noticed something was wrong, the moment Adam walked through the door of their shared dorm room.

It wasn't unusual for Adam to be exhausted after a long shift, but this seemed different. Rowan observed how his eyes seemed to be looking into space, his breathing came in short, shallow breaths, and his movements were slow. Even his "Oh, hey," seemed slow and slurred.

But Rowan kept his concerns to himself for now. No need to make Adam stress more about being a 'burden'. He'd just have to keep a close eye on his roommate for the time being.

"What do you mean 'oh, hey'? I told you this morning that I'd be back early..." Rowan tested.

Adam stared blankly at him for a few moments, "You did?"

"Yeah. Whatever, how was work?"

Adam set his bag down and took his shoes off. Finally snapping out of his trance, "I'm so sorry Rowan, I must've forgotten. You're not mad, right?"

"Of course I'm not. You're alright. Anything interesting with work?" He repeated.

"Oh, right," Adam shuffled his way to the chair across from Rowan and sat, "work was alright I guess. Pretty slow, which was nice. Grayson was in a good mood. Wouldn't say why though..."

"Interesting. Glad work was okay. You want dinner?"

"Sorry, but I'm not very hungry... I just wanna sleep right now."

"What have you eaten today?"

A pause

"Milk...?"

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Adam smiled shyly and looked down at his feet.

“Sooo. What do you want?”

“Oh, um… idunno,” he shrugged.

“If you don’t pick something, I’m just gonna make some soup,” Rowan’s tone had become unintentionally harsh and blunt. He hadn’t noticed until he saw the wetness of Adam’s eyes when they made eye contact again. He had been trying to keep the worry out of his voice but ended up over compensating.

“Th- sure, uh that sounds good. I’m sorry,” great, Rowan thought as Adam stumbled over his words. Now he’s sick and upset.

“Adam you really don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry for talking to you like that. I didn’t mean to sound so rude,” he explained

Adam cleared his throat, “No, I was being frustrating to you… soup is good. I just don’t want you to go through the effort of making me food if I’m only going to eat half of it.”

“We can save any leftovers for tomorrow.”

Adam nodded. Rowan got up and went to the kitchen to start the soup.

While Rowan was out of the room, Adam sighed and slouched in the chair. His head was throbbing and his hands were almost as shaky as they were sweaty. He thanked what ever god or deity might be watching that Rowan hadn’t noticed. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the back of the chair.

Several minutes went by like that. Eventually he must’ve fallen asleep, because he was jolted awake by a gentle hand on his sweaty forehead. Tears welled in his eyes and he struggled to calm his breathing as he realized who it was. And he was safe. He was home. No one could hurt him. He was safe.

“I’m so sorry, Adam,” Rowan sat on the floor next to Adam and held his trembling hand, “it’s just me. You’re okay. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

Adam began nodding slowly as he caught his breath, watching Rowan rub small, soothing circles around the back of his hand with his thumb.

“Just wanted to let you know food is ready. You feeling alright?” Rowan cocked his head slightly.

Adam’s eyes widened, “Uhh, I …yeah. I’m fine. Wh-why?” His eyes darted around.

Rowan recognized these signs of unease and anxiety. He really didn’t want cause Adam discomfort but ignoring his illness so far had only proved to let it get worse.

“Adam, I’m gonna check you for a fever. I’m sure it’s nothing but I just want to be safe, okay?”

Adam felt his breathing pick up again, “No, uh that’s f-fine Rowan. I, ngh I’m fine, I sw-swear!” He was suppressing coughs and tears alike.

Poor thing.

Rowan grabbed the thermometer from the drawer of the couches side table, “Addy. Hey, I’m just checking, okay? I don’t want you to suffer if there’s something I can do to help,” he grabbed Adam’s sweaty, shaking hand and tried making eye contact

Adam on the other hand, kept his eyes down, looking at his feet.

“Hey. I want your permission Adam. You have a choice, okay? Can I check your temperature? It’s the new one so I won’t have to touch your forehead with it. That okay? It’s alright if you don’t want to though.”

Adam took a deep breath. In and out. He nodded.

As Rowan held the thermometer up to Adam’s forehead waiting for the beep, he wondered what happened to his friend before they met that could make him so nervous about being sick. He knew it wasn’t the thermometer he was scared of. And based on his past actions and mannerisms, it didn't seem to be sickness itself... So it must be either the acknowledgement or other people knowing that scared him. But why-?

The beep pulled him out of his thoughts. He held it close to his eyes, realizing he had left his glasses upstairs.

102.3

Or was it 102.8?

Hard to tell. But either way it was just as he thought.

He looked at Adam, finally meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry. Is it bad?” Adam’s hand was still shaking in Rowan’s as his other rubbed his topaz eye and sniffed. His hazel eye held Rowan’s gaze.

“Not too bad. But... you do have a fever…” Rowan was trying to be careful with his wording. When Adam looked away and shrunk back, he stood up, “tell ya what; I’ll dish up the soup — should just be warm by now — and I’ll call Darren and tell him that you’re sick and ask for a few days off for you. And once I’m done with that, I’ll grab us some pillows and blankets and you’ll pick the movie tonight. How does that sound? And you can say no.”

Adam was silent for a few moments, lost in thought. Eventually, he looked back up at Rowan, his freckled cheeks flushed a peachy color and his mismatched eyes still slightly teary.

“You promise it won’t be an issue. I just don’t want-“ he was cut off by a coughing fit.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and continued, “I really don’t want to be a burden and I don’t want to cause more work for you, Darren, or anyone else.”

“I promise, Adam,” Rowan was ecstatic when Adam hadn’t argued, “I’ll go dish us up and call Darren!”

As he headed for the kitchen, Rowan realized the lack of arguing from his roommate might actually not be very good…

Is it that bad? He wondered

He hoped not. He’d just have to keep a close eye on him for now. Because right now, all he could do is try to wait it out. No point in stressing out over a fever and minor cold.

Adam stayed in that position for a few moments after Rowan left. Thinking. Hoping. Wishing.

Thinking about how grateful he was to Rowan for taking care of him, hoping Rowan had meant his promise and would keep it, and wishing he could express his gratitude and happiness.

After a short while, he peeled himself off the soft chair and went to his room. He'd be fast. Rowan wouldn't even notice he was gone. He was just changing his shirt.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he came back out and heard Rowan still in the kitchen, on the phone.

He clumsily and slowly made his way to the sofa. Grabbed the remote and sat down as he scrolled through the 'recommended' tab. He was very bad at making decisions. The whole concept still seemed sort of alien to him.

Eventually, when he heard Rowan say "Thank you! I'll let him know!", followed by the clanking of bowls, Adam hurriedly picked the first thing that caught his eye. After selecting it, he realized it was a cheesy romcom.

So his eyes had chosen violence when they were attracted to the bright colors. He'd suffer then. Unless Rowan didn't like this.

"Oooh, that's a good one! A nice comfort movie. Oh and Darren gave you two days off," Assuming you don't get worse. He left that last part out.

"Really? You like it? I've never seen it..."

"Phew, you're in for a mess. It's an oldie. So basically it's so bad that it's good. I hope you like it," Rowan set the bowls on the center table and went to the linen closet, grabbing a few of the fluffiest blankets that they had.

He sat down next to Adam and handed him a blanket.

"Thanks," Adam hit play, wrapped himself in the blanket, and grabbed a bowl of soup

After some time, Rowan felt something on his shoulder. When he looked down, he smiled.

Adam had fallen asleep, leaning his head on Rowan. It was the first time Rowan felt that Adam trusted him fully. It was the best feeling in the world. It made him feel warmer than the soup had.

He grabbed the mostly full soup bowl from Adam's lap and set it on the table. He turned the tv volume down slightly, and eventually, he too fell asleep...

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Chapter 1 pt.2

Author's note: Please, if you have any suggestions for how I could improve this piece, series, or my writing style as a whole, please don't hesitate to give tips. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading!

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #whump #my writing #fever #caretaking #fluff #written by jayy #whumpcember #whumpcember day 1 #Whumpcember 2023

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astaldis · 5 months

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Inferno - Fire and Doom

@whumpers-monthly

@whumpcember

@hurtcember

#whumpers-monthly #issue no 23 #inferno #the witcher netflix #the witcher season 1 #poem #fan poem #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir #sodden hill #eamon farren #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember day 17 #fire #hurtcember 2023 #depressed

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whumpers-monthly · 1 year

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Whump calendar 2023

Attention: I will delete the prompts in all the months except December next month to make room for next year. If you want to save the whump calendar 2023 you should do it now. Also check out my new blog @whumpcalendar where I will post the calendar from now on.

So I made a calendar and @thewhumpyprintingpress made a checklist for all whump events. Let us know if you're hosting an event so that we can add you.

All events under the cut.

So far we've got:

Whumpers-monthly by @whumpers-monthly One prompt every month.

2023 Year of Whump by @soheavyaburden A prompt can either be filled each week or each month, runs the whole year.

January: Whumpuary by @whumpuary 10 sets of prompts

February: Febuwhump by @febuwhump

March: March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump 7 days of prompts

April: Whumpril by @whumpril

May: Whumpay by @whumpay Mediwhump May by @mediwhumpmay

July: Whumpmas in July by @whumpmasinjuly

September: Whumptember by @whumptember Sicktember by @sicktember

October: AI-less whumptober by @ailesswhumptober Angstober by @angstober Whumptober by @whumptober

November: Comfortember by @comfortember

December: Whumpcember by @whumpcember 12 Days of Whumpmas by @whumpmas 12 sets of prompts Winter Whumperland by @amonthofwhump 1 - 12 of December Hurtcember by @hurtcember Merry Whumpmas by @whumpishprompts

We will add all the other blogs as soon as the promptlists are available.

#whump #whump community #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump events #whump event #whump calendar #whump calendar 2023

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suspensefulpen · 4 months

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Whumpcember 2023 Masterpost

I found that a lot of people enjoyed my entries so I made this masterpost so finding them will be easier

Day 1: Fever // TW: None

Day 2: Sickness // TW: Vomit

Day 3: Hypothermia // TW: Brief Mention of Blood

Day 4: Hidden Injury // TW: Blood

Day 5: (Alt. 1) Stabbed // TW: Blood

Day 6: Nightmares // TW: Shock Collar, Chain Restraints

Day 7: Fainting // TW: Fainting

Day 8: Isolation // TW: None

Day 9: Brainwashing // TW: Brainwashed Character, Mention of Brainwashing

Day 10: Freezing + (Alt. 3) Drowning // TW: Ice Bath, Chains, Drowning, Mentions of Punishments

Day 11: Infection // TW: Mention of Punishment, Fever

Day 12: Touch Starved // TW: Carewhumper, Mentioned Past Torture, Rewards for Good Behavior, Conditioned Whumpee

Day 13: Restraints // TW: Restraints, Multiple Whumpers, Lab Rat Whumpee, Knife

Day 14: Cornered // TW: Betrayal, Bad Caretaker

Day 15: Hallucinating // TW: Fever

Day 16: Head Injury // TW: Mentions of Abuse

Day 17: Fire // TW: Conditioned Whumpee, Whumper Turned Caretaker, Guilt, Mention of Kidnapping and Brainwashing, Self-Hatred

Day 18: Chronic Pain // TW: Implied Past Torture

Day 19: Exhaustion // TW: Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Force Feeding, Noncon Drugging, Kissing and Touching (Nonsexual), Chains

Day 20: Drugged // TW: Noncon Drugging, Mentions of Violence/Torture

Day 21: Choking // TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

Day 22: (Alt. 8) Tears + (Alt. 9) Begging // TW: Conditioned Whumpee, Mention of Blood, Comfort Item Taken Away, Restraints

Day 23: Nosebleed // TW: Blood, Torture, Caretaker Turned Whumpee, Restraints

Day 24: Bullet // TW: Guns, Choking, Mention of (Shock) Collars, Chain Restraints

Day 25: Coma // TW: Mentions of Torture

Day 26: Collapse // TW: Guard Dog Whumpee, Weapons, Blood, Collapsing

Day 27: Bleeding Out // TW: Blood

Day 28: Abandoned // TW: Conditioned Whumpee

Day 29: Paralyzed // TW: Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Noncon Drugging and Touching (Nonsexual), Implied Attempt at Conditioning

Day 30: Delirium // TW: Sadistic Whumper, Mentioned Past Character Death

Day 31: (Alt. 2) Forced to Watch // TW: Forced to Watch, Betrayal, Creepy Whumper, Chain Restraints, Brief Blood Mention

#penni's masterlist #whump #whump writing #whumpcember #whumpcember2023

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zanazirafanfic · 2 months

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Summary: "He hated his mother, for birthing a bastard child into the middle of a gang of murderers; hated his father, for waiting so long to grow up and be the kind of man his family had always deserved; hated them both, for dragging an innocent boy kicking and screaming into a life that could only ever have ended in exactly the sort of tragedy that it had.

But more than anything, he hated himself for what he'd become, for allowing the darkness and misery to corrupt his soul like a poison until the man glaring back at him from inside the mirror was one even his parents would no longer have recognized. Jack Marston was a monster, a disgrace to the legacy his family had fought and died to leave behind for him, and he would hate himself for that until his dying day."

Edgar Ross is dead. John's murder has finally been avenged. Yet despite this victory, Jack's return home is anything but triumphant.

Whumpcember 2023 Day 12: "Touch-Starved" + Alt "Begging"

Warnings: Major Character Death Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: None Characters: Jack Marston Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2,595

@photo1030 @cassietrn @lea-khena @ttrdfhcvg @dreamingatnights

#Whumpcember 2023 #Whumpcember 2023 Day 12 #rdr2 #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #prompt fic #whump fic #emotional whump #jack marston #red dead fanfiction #angst #Hurt no comfort #jack is having a bad time #zanazirawrites

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marvelflame2010 · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 3: Alt 1: Stabbed

It was a slow day on Knowhere, and by that, it meant something was happening.

"Get him Y/n!", Rocket yelled as Y/n dodged Drax's kick.

Yep, it was training day, and at the moment, it was Drax vs Y/n Quill. And at the moment, it was 1-1, final draw.

Y/n fired a toy gun that they used for sparring and Drax managed to dodge it.

"Who's winning?", asked Peter, joining the party.

"No one. There is a tie", Mantis replied.

"I have 5 shiny pieces on the line that Y/n will blast Drax through the wall", Rocket said.

"She's not ALLOWED to do that, remember?", Peter tried to remind Rocket, passive-aggressively.

"I know. But it's funny", Rocket replied.

Y/n, just then, slid under Drax, climbed on his shoulders, and put him in a chokehold.

Struggling to get out, he took a knife, and plunged it on Y/n's right side of her stomach.

Eyes wide open, Y/n slid off Drax and looked at the knife.

The room was silent, including Drax, who was in shock.

"I am...so sorry, Y/n", Drax said.

Peter was in shock and Rocket was (failing) to react accordingly.

"I am Groot", Groot said to Rocket.

"Hush, let Quill figure it out", Rocket said to Groot.

"Y/n?", asked Peter. "Are you ok?"

Staying silent, Y/n started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?", Manis asked, on the brink of crying.

"Because I can't die by being stabbed!", Y/n finally said, pulling out the knife.

Peter yelped and ran to Y/n. "Why would you do that?!"

"See?", Y/n said, pulling up her shirt to see the wound heal itself in seconds.

Rocket started to laugh. "You should have seen Drax's face!"

Drax walked away, as he did not want to be yelled at by Peter.

"I'm fine, Dad! The only things that can kill me are space, really bad diseases, and possibly poison."

"Oh thank god", Peter said, pulling Y/n in for a hug. "But you are banned from sparring for a week."

"What?"

#peter quill x teen reader #starlord #peter quill #peter quill x daughter #did i spell something wrong #i bet i did #marvel fanfiction #marvel fandom #marvel fanfic writer #whumpcember2023 day 1 alt 1 #stabbed #guardians of the galaxy #fanfic #whumpcember #2023 whump

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argylepiratewd · 5 months

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Right before germs were introduced to Earth, Gabriel told him that he would be immune to such things. He was an angel, after all. Angels won't get sick. After several thousand years of experience, Aziraphale has certainly learned otherwise.

Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Fever, Sick Aziraphale (Good Omens), Hurt/Comfort, Nausea, Headaches & Migraines, Between Seasons/Series, Whumpcember 2023

For @whumpcember 2023 Day 1: Fever.

#whumpcember 2023 #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #good omens fanfic #good omens fic

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whumpitlikeyoumeanit · 5 months

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Whumpcember 2023 Masterlist

Since my Whumpcember entries are all part of one long fic, I thought it would be useful to make a masterlist to link at the beginning of each post.

The prompts are used in specific scenes, in order. I'm only posting the specific scenes on tumblr, but the AO3 story will have a lot of connective tissue that's missing, as well as NSFWhump (none of which will be integral to the Whumpcember prompts).

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Several years post-War, Draco is found wandering, incoherent, and ill, in the aftermath of an extended bout of the Imperius curse. Harry Potter brings him into his home to protect him while the rest of the world thinks he's dead.

"Saviour" is a slow-burn abuse fic with a whumpee who does not even realise that he's a prisoner.

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy Whumper / Caretaker: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry / Draco Genre: "Comfort/Hurt", as in, it starts comforting and gentle, and the violence grows. Looks primarily, at least at the start, like sick fic / hurt/comfort, with some more angsty entries.

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"Dead Dove" content warning applies for permanent injury, brain injury, gaslighting, and coerced relationship. Gore is rare but possibly intense.

Links to daily entries below:

Day 1: Fever -- fever delirium / incapacitation

Day 2: Sickness -- nausea, hunger, dizziness, vomit (minor), amnesia, mind control aftermath, hurting loved ones under mind control, gaslighting?, nonconsensual casual touching, crush confession

Day 3: Hypothermia -- hypothermia, depression, parent death

Day 4: Hidden Injury -- amputation, depression, parent death

(there is a full chapter of context missing on tumblr between days 4 and 5, but is on AO3)

Day 5: Impaled -- impalement, gore, blood, vomiting blood, painful medical treatment

Day 6: Nightmares -- amputation (dream), blood (dream), murder (dream), parent death, hurting loved ones while under mind control, self loathing, emotional manipulation

Day 7: Fainting -- head trauma, brain damage, blood, beating?, domestic violence?, gaslighting?, unreality

Day 8: Isolation -- isolation, depression, parent death (mentioned)

Day 9: Brainwashing -- verbal abuse, domestic abuse

Day 10: Freezing -- coughing blood, ignoring boundaries / pressure / dubious consent (touching), flashbacks / freezing fear response, sedation

Day 11: Infection -- coughing blood, illness / fever, domestic abuse, violence, silent treatment, imprisonment, abusively depriving a disabled person of their accessibility aids

Day 12: Touch Starved -- silent treatment, abandonment, isolation, emotional manipulation, coerced / dubious consent relationship

(there are 3 chapters of content between days 12 and 13, Clearly at this point you no longer get the whole story just by reading the prompts.)

Day 13: Restraints -- fear / panic attack / flashback

Day 14: Cornered -- beating / domestic abuse

(there are about 3 chapters between days 14 and 15)

Day 15: Hallucinating -- hallucinations, unreality, not being believed, stalker, physical torture

Day 16: Head Injury -- obsession, stalker, gaslighting, memory alteration, seizure

(there are 4 chapters between days 16 and 17)

Day 17: Fire -- turned out too Mature to post (sexual content aftermath)

Day 18: Chronic Pain -- physical pain

Day 19: Exhaustion -- suicidal despair, chronic pain

Day 20: Drugged

Day 21: Choking

Day 22: Seizures

Day 23: Nosebleed

Day 24: Bullet

Day 25: Coma

Day 26: Collapse

Day 27: Bleeding Out

Day 28: Abandoned

Day 29: Paralyzed

Day 30: Delirium

Day 31: Homeless

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