#whumptober 2021

[alex-van-gore]

Hostage Situation

[ID: an animated gif of a drawing that glitches. The drawing shows three people in Preservation uniform; Ratthi closest to the camera, barely visible, Mensah standing in full view with her arms crossed, and Gurathin with his hands on a table, all seen from behind. They are standing in front of a large screen displaying a well manicured hand belonging to a person in a crisp shirt, who is holding Murderbot’s head from behind and pulling its shirt down to reveal a Company logo and a thin collar. The transmission glitches, casting light across the watching humans. /end ID]

#murderbot diaries #the murderbot diaries #murderbot #secunit #murderbot fanart #dr mensah #dr ratthi #dr gurathin #whumptober 2021 #this is an old one. im looking through art i havent posted yet #flashing lights #glitch effect

[zeldaelmo]

Classic whump, Zelda stitches Link up. The ending... Not so whumpy. 😉 Next entry of the 'Stitches' series for Repostober!

Summary: After their battle with Ganon, Zelda realizes that Link is gravely injured. She takes care of him, but it doesn't necessarily go as she expected.

Word count: 3051; Rating: T; Warnings: injury, blood, needles, angst

Field Care 101

Inch by inch, Zelda pulled her hand back when she realized Link would not help her from the horse after he had slipped from the saddle. To her dismay, the old, much-practiced gesture between them hadn’t survived his memory loss but she had no right to feel a sting at his sudden lack of manners. With a little bit of effort to keep her knees covered with her formerly white prayer gown, she followed — only to bump into him as soon as her feet touched the ground.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she squealed, putting a few steps between them. The awkwardness in the direct aftermath of her return from her fight with Calamity Ganon was palpable. She had offered words of praise, but they washed over Link as if she had spoken them in ancient Gerudo. The question of if he remembered her remained unanswered, leaving her biting her trembling bottom lip. Even on their ride from Hyrule Field back to the castle, they had barely spoken.

In her haste to fill the emptiness between them, she offered another barrage of apologies. 

Again, Link hardly reacted.

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #botw #repostober #whumptober 2021

[99point9percentwhump]

Whumptober 2022 Day 16 - No Way Out - No One is Coming

#Whumptober 2021 #no way out #no one is coming #savasci #the veil #treasure island #power rangers #whump compilation #tied up #knocked out #captive #trapped #ambushed #spies of Warsaw

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

I should stop having such bad luck during Whumptober time.

Last year work suddenly became hectic, so I had a hard time completing Whumptober 2022. Work didn't stop being hectic until just two weeks ago.

The year before that, I couldn't complete Whumptober 2021 because I got a little burnt out on writing and lost all motivation halfway through. I only got 12 days in.

In 2020, I did complete Whumptober, but not without being my own worst enemy as my final piece was 13,5K! Which I finished just in time before Whumptober's final deadline.

And this year, while doing great on AI-less Whumptober, with only two more prompts to go I get double sick (throat infection + flu) and my mother gets sick and hurt her back, leaving me to worry about our 4 person household and almost no time to finish those final two prompts.

So yeah, that is... That is four years of (AI-less) Whumptober bad luck in a row.

#whumptober #whumptober 2020 #whumptober 2021 #whumptober 2022 #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Whumptober 2021  Day Twenty One

pretend you were a good man

Jason has already been having a shitty night when his “brother” lands beside him in an alleyway, a smile on his lying face. He snarls and turns to face Nightwing, with green already burning in his eyes.

“The fuck do you want, Golden Boy?” He says, and God, he hopes Nightwing will either get the message and leave him the fuck alone, or he’ll start a fight, because Jason is itching to hit something, and the liar’s face looks particularly punchable tonight.

“Hey, Hood. I wanted to talk to you about a case I was working on before Spyral. B’s files said you’d picked it up when I died and I wanted to know how it went.” Nightwing says cheerily, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t faked his death and left the rest of the family torn apart and grieving. As if Spyral was just a brief blip in their lives that had no effect on anyone.

“I’m sure you can find everything in Daddy Bat’s folders. I’m not in the mood to talk to a traitor. Don’t you get it? You fucked up, Goldie, and none of us want you in the family. We were better off when you were “dead”, because then we could at least pretend you were a good man.” Jason says angrily and Dick looks taken aback, as if he somehow hadn’t realised what his fake death had done to them all.

“Jay, I never wanted to do that to you. I didn’t even want to go undercover in the first place and I’m so sor-“ Jason cuts him off with a punch. It slams into Dick’s cheek and although Dick is probably the best fighter in their family, he doesn’t even attempt to dodge it.

Jason follows up with another punch, the green taking control and he forgets how to hold back, how to restrain from breaking bones, he just hits.

The body falls-

And Jason follows-

And he hits them-

Again-

And again-

And there’s blood-

He doesn’t stop-

He hits and hits and-

There’s a cry of pain-

A weak defence-

But Jason keeps going-

Another punch-

A bone snaps-

And then-

”Little w-wing, st-stop”-

A choked gasp-

And the green recedes like the tide before a tsunami, but there will be no waves to follow it, he swears, because the water has done enough damage, because he recognises the body he’d been hitting and Dick is unconscious beneath him and there is blood in his brother’s hair and Jason is the one who put it there.

Jason scrambles off his brother and takes in deep breaths until his lungs are working with him not against. He looks down at his trembling hands, and his knuckles are split and covered in blood, but he’s sure that not all of it is his.

He goes to Dick next, tries to assess his injuries under all the blood. It’s soaked Dick’s hair and Jason knows that head wounds bleed a lot but this looks serious, and oh my god, what if he’s done permanent damage? Jason knows how strong he is, knows he’s capable of beating someone to death and he never wanted to do that to Dick.

With shaking hands, he uses a tissue to wipe away the worst of the blood and gags when he sees what he’s done. Dick’s jaw is definitely broken and there are countless small gashes across his face from Jason’s fists, still bleeding sluggishly.

Then Jason checks the rest of him, and yep, there’s a broken rib and that ankle is definitely fractured. Jason doesn’t even know how Dick’s ankle broke, because he sure as hell didn’t hit him there. Maybe it was from Jason landing on top of Dick, or maybe Dick had fallen awkwardly after Jason started hitting him. Either way, Jason’s given Dick at least three broken bones.

He carefully lifts Dick and carries him to Jason’s motorcycle, propping him up in front of him as the bike roars to life. Jason heads to his main apartment because that has the biggest amount of medical supplies and curses his decision to put his actual apartment at the top of the building because the elevator is agonisingly slow.

Jason lays Dick down on the bed, plastic coverings keeping it free from blood stains. He unzips the Nightwing suit carefully, fighting the urge to throw up at every successive bruise in the shape of his own fists. His plentiful med kit has a handheld scanner and it tells him everything he needs to know.

Definite concussion, but no serious permanent damage. Broken jaw, but it’s a clean break. And a myriad of soft tissue bruising, plus the fractured ankle he’d already noticed.

Jason treats Dick’s wounds carefully before pulling up a chair beside the bed and grabbing his laptop. It’s time to be the detective he’s supposed to be, rather than just an angry pair of fists. There was inconsistencies in Bruce’s story and Jason is determined to fill them in.

Three hours later, he’s found everything Bruce had tried to bury about the whole Spyral debacle. He finds a clinical report that details all of Dick’s injuries after being tortured and an addendum that mentions how long his heart had been stopped and the possible symptoms to watch out for after.

He finds the video recordings of the one-sided fight in the cave and the spy career it resulted in. Watches Dick plead with Bruce, listing off their siblings names, including Jason’s, as reasons for him not to go. Watches as Bruce beats the shit out of him anyways.

He finds the increasingly desperate pleas to come home, as Spyral tears his kind brother to pieces. Dick hadn’t known Bruce had amnesia. He probably thought that Bruce had left him there, as some kind of punishment.

Jason slams his laptop shut and opens the window for some air. Jesus. He knows Bruce isn’t exactly winning any Father Of The Year awards, but he had never expected this. Not to Bruce’s Golden Boy, his first born.

There’s no way he’s letting Bruce get away with this, but he has to fix the damage he caused first. Dick is still asleep but Jason resolves to apologise as many times as he needs to and more as soon as he wakes up. He lost his brother to Bruce’s machinations before- he’s not losing Dick to his own stupidity now.

#whumptober 2021 #dick grayson whump #jason todd #forever evil #fanfiction #day twenty one

[nimata-beroya]

I remembered that it's Friday (finally!!) and I should be doing some self-promotion today, so here it is! It's my take on how Wrecker lost his eye and got the scar on his face that I wrote for Whumptober 2 years ago. Enjoy!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Words: 1097 Relationships: Crosshair & Hunter & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CC-2224 | Cody (mentioned) Additional Tags: Whumptober 2021, Angstober 2021, Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, swxt 2k21, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt Wrecker, Hurt Tech, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Serious Injuries, Head Injury, Day 6 Series: Part 5 of Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, Part 6 of Good Soldiers Follow Orders, Good Brothers Disobey Them Summary: The Bad Batch goes on their first mission to the battlefront. Things take a sudden turn south.

More fics: here and here

SEEING RED

Red.

All that Tech can see is red. Standing outside the medbay in the middle of the hallway, he can’t stop watching his trembling hands drenched in blood. It’s not his, it belongs to Wrecker. His big brother, who after saving Tech’s life on the battlefield, is now at the medics’ care, battling for his own life. 

Tech closes his eyes, trying to block the gory view, to no avail. The memory of how his hands ended up in such a state plays in his mind with vivid accuracy. It took only a second for their first mission on the battlefront, which they thought accomplished, to turn into a living hell. 

Tech stopped running and turned around before pushing the button in his datapad to detonate the droid poppers he had placed on the enemy, and watched the clankers fall onto the ground with their circuits fried. A few feet away to Tech’s right, Hunter downed his last targets with powerful slashes of his vibroblade. Crosshair did his thing, taking out the stragglers perched on a close-by hill, while Wrecker tore apart droids with his bare hands and laughed uproariously. They wiped out the droid battalion, leaving none standing.

No longer having to worry about the enemy, Tech went to inspect the cargo The Batch was tasked by Commander Cody to intercept if possible or destroy otherwise. He jumped on the skiff and scanned the crates. 

“What do we have, Tech?” Hunter asked through the commlink.

“Four crates, twenty-four kilos of Detonite each. And one crate full of thermal detonators. The cargo is intact.”

“Good. Let’s get that to the Commander.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Tech went to the skiff’s control panel to pilot the transport closer to the camp of the Republic’s forces. It wasn’t safe to delay delivering the explosive to someone who would properly handle it. By his calculations, more clankers were on their way.

“Can we keep a crate?” Wrecker asked.

“No!” Tech said, two more voices echoing in unison through comms.

“Oh, why not? C’mon! The GAR won’t miss one tiny crate. I can do good use o’ it.”

“I said no, Wrecker,” Hunter said in a commanding voice that brokered no argument.

Tech awaited Wrecker to grumble about the denial, but instead, he heard shots fired and Wrecker shouting his name in alarm and much closer than expected, “Tech!” 

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#fic back friday #seeing red #tbb #the bad batch #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #whumptober 2021 #swxt 2k21 #angstober 2021

[bokettochild]

Um, I'm six months late but...

Have some Whumptober continuations?

#whumptober 2021 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #idiot writes whump #lu legend #lu warriors #lu ravio #god of war warriors

[faeriescorpio]

blog directory stuff: my AUs

My AUs: easily accessable through tags of this post I hope :( list of AUs below:

What I Wouldn’t Give To Trade Places/WIWGTTP AU: William/Damien roleswap, but half-abandoned

Damien Time Travel AU: fanfic with like 1 art, WIP, also WKM related

2020: did egotober and whumptober at the same time and finished both prompts every day (also fanart) 2021: doing just whumptober mostly fics 2022: Going Gray/Old Age AU that is just two fics and a comic 2023:

Did a Dark!DA au where Damien’s not part of Dark instead of DA I think?, see ADWM AU where Dark exists but the DA also has powers?

Spy AU in the form of a comic. Eric Derekson trying to navigate the spy world, while also unraveling the spy corporations darkest secret... (insp.-roles-pt1-pt2-pt3-pt4-pt5)

bodyswap au. exactly how it sounds my guy. humor based

ive got no AUs that ive made any posts about so far this year but i do have Aus in my brain

#blog directory stuff #what i wouldnt give to trade places au #WIWGTTP AU #damien time travel au #Damien time travel #egotober #whumptober #dark da #ADWM au #SPY AU SPY AU #SPY AU #the second coming #whumptober 2021 #whumptober 2020 #whumptober 2022 #old age #old age au #going gray #i used to be super sorted but then i stopped organizing my blog so you have better luck searching these phrases in my blog rather than using #these tags lol #cries

[jediofbooksandsnacks]

Hey! Just posted my FINAL Whumptober fic, roughly about 8 months after Whumptober ended.

Here it is: come out upon my seas

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39945513

Nightmares and sex. (No, not together, though this is a challenge where that could definitely happen.) AHEM. What else do you need?

Enjoy!

#whumptober 2021 #no.28 #nightmares #psycho pass #shinkane

[mazegays]

fever dream high

Thomas knows his hands are shaking. His whole body is, really--he’s exhausted, hurting, and each step feels heavier than the last. But he can’t stop now. “Thomas.” Minho--no, Minho’s unconscious, bleeding--the only thing keeping him alive is makeshift bandages and Thomas’s hand, covered in rapidly-cooling blood. He never wants to feel the texture of drying blood on his hands again.

Minho watches him. He thinks it might be getting a little creepy, but honestly, this is the first time he’s had a chance to really look at Thomas. (And, no, he doesn’t have a crush, Newt. Thomas is his soulmate, he’s pretty sure, but their marks haven’t appeared yet. He’s not sure Thomas even realizes it.) He’s heard the story a hundred times from Sonya--how Thomas had carried him back, how he’d refused care until Minho was stable. (Which was just stupid of him. It’s not like Minho was on the verge of death.) Thomas hasn’t woken up since they convinced him to lay down. “He was awake for at least a week, Minho. He’ll be out for a while yet.” Miyoko pauses. “He still thinks we can find a way out.” She seems to think Thomas’s determination is out of place. “He’s right,” Minho says. “They put us here to find a way out, and then put us back. What else could they want?” “All their test subjects relatively safe in one spot? For the world at large not to know what they’re doing?” “We’re just a bunch of orphaned kids, Miyoko, what makes you think they would care?” “Well, maybe they have kids that WICKED would take. Stop watching him all the time. What do you think he’ll do when he wakes up?” “Probably ask if I’m okay.” He’s always done that. If Newt hadn’t noticed his ear bleeding after the lightning storm, he never would have said anything about not being able to hear out of one ear. Minho finds the little scar, left by WICKED when they’d fixed it after he’d been shot. He knows Thomas hates it. “I think I’d like to be alone now.” He tells Miyoko. “He can’t even do anything, Minho. He might not…” “He’ll wake up.”

finish on ao3

#thominho #thomas #minho #hurt thomas #hurt minho #thominho week 2020 #thominho week #nalby #newt #sonyarriet #soniet #sonya #harriet #tmr fic #tmr #au #soulmate au #day 6 #day 7 #whumptober 2021 #day 16 #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #nix writes #this was longer than i intended it to be but! here it is #please enjoy #fluff #happy ending #mutual pining #ao3

[crackedcrystal]

This was actually from a past whumptober I tried to do ok my own, I think it was for 2021.

I was already behind though when I started. so I only managed two before I got to busy and stopped after 2. This was prompt 1.

Not an OC, just a random dude who got himself entangled into some barbed wire.

So he got his shirt ripped up a little. And he's resting (painful) cause it's piercing into him, obviously.

Perhaps he was running away from something, and had to get past some barbed wire fence. A thick one at that from the looks of it. And a despate attempt. And now he's finally safe. Well at least, not being chased anymore.

#whump art #whump pencil art #whump restraints #whump barbed wire #whumpee weakness #whumpee tired #whump failed escape #whumptober #whumptober 2021 #my whump posts

[hailbop1701]

My favorites of yours were the really emotional whumptober stories you did last year!! It's so hard to choose just one!

Oh thank you my dear! Last year's Whumptober was so hard but so much fun to write! I'm super glad you like them 😁❤️🖖

Whumptober 2021 -> 🖖

#hailey the queen of typos #star trek aos #leonard mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #Whumptober 2021 #Asks #inacupcakeapron #thank you ❤️❤️ #❤️🖖

[zeldaelmo]

And the last installation of this little series!

Summary: Years after the Calamity, Zelda sews again, this time for the child Link and she are expecting.

Word count: 1630; rating: T; warnings: pregnancy, contractions

The needle slipped from Zelda's fingers when the discomfort showed its first signs. Cumbersomely, she raised from her chair, leaned both hands on the edge of the kitchen table, and breathed through the rising wave of distress. Inhale—and a longer exhale. The wave took the softness of her belly with it, made it hard and sensitive to the touch. 

This is normal, Zelda told herself again, hundreds of times.

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #botw #repostober #whumptober 2021

[kromabelle-art]

Whumptober 2021 day 12: It’ll be fun, they said

OC: Kamaria

more Kamaria prompt entries:

oc-tober 2021- garden

whumptober 2020- broken bones

oc-tober 2020- drip

Kamaria was not having a good time. The teachers hyped up this trip as being fun, and educational. What they failed to mention, was that the backpacking trip was actually an intense boot camp in disguise.

They’d get up at dawn to spend half a day rock scrambling to the top of a mountain, and then spar until sundown. While most of her friends were used to the outdoors, and could sleep pretty easily, Kamaria was different. She was used to silk sheets, and goose down pillows. Sleeping on the ground was not going too well for her. And then she still had to wake up at dawn the next day, and repeat. All the while, the teachers kept them on their toes with the occasional spell attacks to dodge, or pop quizzes at the worst times.

Which brought her to now, hanging from a rock ledge with one hand, cursing at the mountain for all she was worth.

“Ah, Kamaria,” the voice of her Magic Theory professor came from above her. “So that’s where you are.” Kamaria hoped he was going to give her a hand, but of course not. “What’s the leading theory behind magical corruption?”

Kamaria groaned, reaching her other hand up to get a better grip on the stone. Her fingers slipped off again, sending several more curses spilling out of her mouth. Her teacher simply raised his eyebrows at her, and she grit her teeth.

“Magical corruption,” she said, still trying to grab the ledge with both hands, “is thought to happen because of the theory that everything, even magic, has a soul.” Her teacher looked approving, but still didn’t move, so she continued. “And, the more you expose yourself to it without proper protection, the more it starts to seep into your own soul.”

“Very studious, as always, Kamaria.”

"Thanks,” she replied, wryly, “Now can you help me?” Smiling, he reached his hand out, and she caught it, letting him haul her up.

“You should eat your lunch while you walk. We’re going to be at the peak soon.” And then, he turned and walked ahead, and Kamaria followed, grimacing. It was going to be another long day.

#whumptober 2021 #no.12 #it'll be fun they said #oc #fic #my oc #kamaria

[applejee]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Trapped, Bleeding Out, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Jason Todd, but slightly less, Mentioned: Superman Series: Part 3 of Whumptober 2021 Summary:

Jason never imagined that a simple trip to a bookshop could end with him trapped in the basement of a collapsed building with Tim, but you don't often get what you imagined when you live in Gotham.

#dc #batfam #batfam fic #tim drake #jason todd #my fic #WHUMPTOBER 2021 ONLY TWO YEARS LATE!!!!!!

[gaeilgeoirgay]

Whumptober 2021 Day Twenty Seven

AN- I will die on the hill that Jason’s need for glasses is a direct result of his head trauma. 

the weight of the world

Jason slumps back in his chair, content to watch his friends bicker and laugh while they have their dinner. He’s not particularly in the mood to join them. He’s got a pretty bad headache and he’s honestly hoping that aside from all the nectar and ambrosia, that they at least have some mortal Tylenol.

Percy catches his eye across the table and grins, leaning forward to talk to Jason. “I was just talking to Piper about your time at Camp. Did you actually shut off the electricity in Lamer?” He asks and Jason frowns in confusion before it hits him.

“Clarisse’s spear? I thought it was called Maimer. And yeah, I did! I don’t even know how, we were fighting during Capture the Flag and boom, it stops sparking. Course, she whacked me in the balls with it, which feels like cheating to me.” He says and Percy laughs.

“Gods, I’d have killed to see her face when you broke it. I broke her first one, and I thought she was about to straight up murder me. And yeah, Clarisse isn’t afraid to fight dirty. I’m pretty sure most of the male Ares kids have codpieces in their armour to defend against her in spars. Doesn’t make much of a difference, Clarisse is one of the best fighters in Camp.” Percy says, a soft smile on his face at the thought of Camp.

“Are you guys friends? She shit-talked you a lot but I think she missed you.” Jason asks, genuinely curious. Clarisse seemed like she hated Percy but there wasn’t a lot of venom in her voice when she talked about them, more of a grudging respect.

“Yeah, sort of. It’s like- we beat the shit out of each other for fun, but if someone else tried to pick on me, Clarisse would kick their ass. It goes both ways, even if neither of us really need defending. The old campers, those of us who fought in the Titan War, we got close. I trust Clarisse with my life, y’know? I don’t particularly like her, but I love her. Kinda like Thalia. She gets on my last nerve but I’d kill a guy for her, if she asked.” Percy explains and Jason nods.

“Yeah, I get that. New Rome is a lot bigger than Camp Half-Blood, but you get to know your cohort really well. There was a certain separation when I became Centurion, and then Praetor, but there was still that closeness, like an understanding. I get the same feeling with this crew.” Jason says, thinking about the Fifth Cohort. He misses New Rome, even though he’d fallen in love with Camp Half-Blood. It’s still his home.

There’s a sharp spike in his headache and he winces involuntarily before it settles back into the intermittent pain he’s been feeling for the past few hours. Percy notices and frowns concernedly at him.

“You alright, Jason?” He asks quietly and Jason smiles reassuringly back at him.

“Yeah, just a headache. Probably all those concussions catching up to me.” He says and Percy nods, still with a worried look in his eyes.

“We should have pain meds lying around somewhere. I know the girls use them. Ask Piper, she should know where to find them.” Percy suggests. Piper looks over to them at the sound of her name and raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Got a headache, Pipes. Percy was saying you might know where the painkillers are?” Jason says in answer to her silent question.

“Yeah, sure, I have some Tylenol in my cabin. Let’s go, Sparky.” She says, pushing back her chair and standing up. Jason goes to get up too, but he sways a little when he stands up, black spots dancing in his eyes. Several noises of alarm are made and Jason rolls his eyes.

“I’m fine, I prom-“ He starts to say but then the black dots grow larger and his eyes roll back and he hits the floor. He doesn’t remember anything after that.

A few hours later….

Jason groans and opens his eyes slowly as consciousness returns. Consciousness is overrated in his opinion but alas, here he is. The light pierces his eyes and he closes them again to escape it. Someone beside him gets up and the light dims enough for him to feel comfortable opening his eyes again.

Percy is sprawled in a chair next to him, with a book on his lap. He’d clearly just sat down, so he must have been the one to dim the light. Jason looks around to find he’s in the medbay, the windows shuttered and only a small lamp on for light.

“Hey, Jason. Nice to see you awake, man. You gave us a shock.” Percy says, smiling. Jason groans again, this time at Percy’s possibly intentional pun. The other demigod’s smile widens and yep, that was on purpose.

“I swear to Gods, Jackson, one more pun and I’m going back to sleep.” Jason threatens half-heartedly. His head still hurts but the pain has lessened considerably, which he is more than happy with. His vision is a little blurry though. He voices as much to Percy and the other grimaces.

“Yeah, that might be a thing now. We IM’d Will Solace and he directed us to another child of Apollo living in one of the cities we were flying over. They came aboard and checked you over. You were right about the concussions- all that brain damage added up. They ended up fixing a lot of what the ambrosia and nectar missed, but brains are weird. They said you might end up needing glasses, because your ocular nerves got damaged.” Percy explains, looking slightly guilty.

“I can live with needing glasses, Percy. If you’re feeling guilty because of the Kansas Debacle, don’t be. I already had a history of head injuries.” Jason admonishes gently. A guilty Percy makes him feel like he’s just kicked the most adorable baby seal in existence. A seventeen year old boy should not be able to make that expression, it belongs on a seal pup!

Percy sighs and nods. Good, Jason did not want to kick the baby seal. He notices Percy’s book again and decides to distract his friend from the previous topic.

“What’re you reading? It looks good.” He asks. He’s distracting Percy but he’s also genuinely interested. His Ancient Greek isn’t as good as his Latin but he’d be able to get through a book. Percy brightens up and starts telling him about the book, a murder thriller with a lawyer protagonist. Jason just relaxes and lets his friend ramble, content with life.

Of course, Jason has no idea that in a few days, Percy will be fighting his way through Tartarus, Annabeth by his side. Right now, they’re just two teenage boys enjoying a conversation. The weight of the world dissipates for a moment and lets them breath. Just for a little while.

#whumptober 2021 #jason grace #percy jackson #fanfiction #fainting