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[celtic-crossbow]

Whumpuary Day 7-8

Prompt: Lightheaded

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

This was brutal. On the road, boots dragging over the pavement in the hot Georgia sun. No supplies. No game to hunt. A meager amount of water. In the tournament of survival, your group seemed to be on the losing side. You were all exhausted, sweltering, and easily agitated. 

Daryl was no exception, probably the most volatile with the exception of Sasha. He continued to refuse your attempts at making him drink, reasoning that his share go to Judith or Carl. You were quickly losing patience with his repudiation of his own wellbeing. It infuriated you that he continuously put himself last, acting as if that was the price of admission into your little apocalyptic family. 

“Daryl, you need to drink.” You stepped into his path, pressing the canteen into his chest. “Don’t argue with me. I swear, I will sit on you and pour it down your throat.”

The archer seemed to mull over your words, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. Any hope you had managed to gather during his moment of consideration was quickly shattered when he sidestepped around you with a mumbled m’fine. 

You were quick to block him again. Well, as quick as you could be with exhaustion and hunger gnawing away at you. 

“This is bullshit, Daryl!” You thrust the canteen at him once again. “You’re important too!” He smiled at your concern, not a genuine one. It was a weak attempt at reassurance. 

“M’fine.” He was gentle when he pushed away your offering. Right on cue, baby Judith began to fuss from her little carrier on Carl’s back. You spared a glance, a mere heartbeat, and he was gone when you looked back. Silent as a ghost, only the lingering sway of branches as evidence of his departure. With an inward sigh, you walked over to Rick and handed him the canteen with a nod toward his children. 

The slow but steady march had once again begun when Daryl appeared next to Rick. You were just behind the deputy, watching your archer with narrowed eyes. Something was off. His steps were sluggish, in stark contrast to the way he kept his chin raised and shoulders back. You longed for him to allow himself to be vulnerable, just once. Admit he was human like any of the rest of you. Admit he was tired or thirsty, that he needed to stop and rest. 

When Daryl staggered sideways, your hand immediately went to Rick’s shoulder; a careful movement that alerted him. He glanced back at you and followed your gaze, turning his head toward the hunter. Daryl had already found his footing, but was looking down at the pavement while shaking his head lightly. 

You hoped that someone else asking would be the catalyst to his admittance of being the opposite of fine as he automatically claimed each time you expressed your concern. Rick didn’t break stride as he walked closer to Daryl, who didn’t seem to notice at all. 

“You alright, brother?” 

Rick’s voice suddenly in such close proximity appeared to startle him, his head snapping up to reveal a dazed expression. Wide blue eyes narrowed, not in anger but confusion. He blinked quickly a few times and dropped his gaze back to the pavement. 

“Mhm.”

“We can stop. Take a break.” When Daryl didn’t answer, the other man stopped walking with a hand grasping the archer’s forearm. “Hey, let’s take a break.”

“Ain’t needin’ no break.” Daryl seethed, snatching his arm away. He stumbled but only slightly before continuing ahead. 

Rick was watching him when you came to stand at his side. “He’s not okay.”

“Yeah.” You replied inside a sigh. “He’s gonna drop, Rick. I can’t get him to drink anything.” Daryl’s gait was off. He carried himself by sheer force of will, veering left and then right without seeming to notice. “He’s punishing himself.” You said after a moment. When Rick looked at you, you were already looking back at him. “For Beth.”

A nod was shared and then the trek began again. 

Later, the sun was at its highest, the unforgiving heat taking its fury out on the lot of you. You had stripped off your t-shirt, the camisole underneath providing enough coverage that you weren’t embarrassed. Everyone who could remove something with the hope of some relief had done so as well. Except, of course, the ever stubborn, self destructive archer. 

This time, you sent Carol after him when he disappeared to hunt game and water. When she stepped back onto the road without him, you couldn’t contain the hope in your eyes. It was quickly shot down by a shake of her head. 

Goddamnit, Daryl. He didn’t appear for a while, longer than usual, worrying you sick. You were ready to have his head on a platter when he emerged from the foliage and took the lead. Fingers combed your damp hair away from your face more out of frustration than an attempt at some sort of relief. You knew you looked like a parent preparing to scold their child when you began to stomp toward the man who was currently the single source of your worry and agitation. You were almost just behind him when he staggered, a palm slapping against his forehead. This time, he wasn’t able to catch his balance and descended hard to one knee. 

“Daryl?” Annoyance forgotten, you dropped down beside him, concern intensifying into something more akin to panic as you watched him blink fast, close his eyes; rinse and repeat. “Hey, talk to me.”

“Just a lil’ lightheaded. Need a minute s’all.” He needed more than a minute, damn him. His lips were cracked, tongue dry as a bone when he attempted to wet them. 

“Let’s take a break.” Rick, crouching on Daryl’s other side, suggested in a hushed tone. 

The archer growled and gave a valiant effort toward standing, only to fall back to both knees. “Lot’a light left. Should keep movin’.” 

“No.” The deputy raised his brows, clearly not considering that option. “You’re dead on your feet. Rest. Drink.” He offered his own bottle, pushing it toward Daryl with an expression that indicated he wasn’t asking. 

You reached for the container, jutting your chin toward the rest of your comrades. Rick nodded and gently clapped a hand over Daryl’s shoulder with a squeeze. He left the two of you there, trusting your ability to get through to the archer. 

“Let’s go sit in the shade.” You left no room for argument, extending a hand toward him once you were upright. He looked at it but didn’t take it, pressing a palm to the hot pavement to force himself to his feet. When he tilted backwards, you were quick to grab his arm and prevent him from smacking his head on the unforgiving ground. “Come on.” 

Daryl allowed you to lead him to a large tree, a little ways away from everyone else. Having several concerned gazes on him would be nothing but a hindrance, and he desperately needed to rest and hydrate. You plopped down first and patted the ground next to you. Your irritation was already ebbing away, extinguishing entirely when you saw him struggling to lower to the grass without tipping over. 

“Drink.” You handed over Rick’s water and nearly sobbed when he took a sip. The archer tried to hand it back, stopped short by a shake of your head. “You haven’t had any. Catch up. Take your share.” After a moment, he lifted the bottle to his lips. The relief was almost overwhelming. “I’m not gonna bitch at you but you really need to take better care of yourself.”

He scoffed, toying with the bottle cap between his fingers. “M’fine.”

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to drown you in the first body of water we come across.” You managed to sound completely serious while brushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead. “At least try. For me?”

Daryl stared at you, lifting the bottle halfway and pausing there. “Okay.” He took another sip, already feeling a little less like a walker. “For you.”

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[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 4: Collapse | Choking

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

@whumpuary

Whumpee gasped as they were forced against the wall, a hand tightly holding their throat. Caretaker frowned deeply as he whispered in Whumpee’s ear. “Keep this up Whumpee and I’ll send you back to Whumper.” 

“‘M ‘orry…” They wheezed, attempting to pry off Caretaker’s hand. Tears filled their eyes. 

“Sir. I told you to behave. Or do I have to reprimand you myself?” 

“No…sir.” 

Caretaker let up on Whumpee’s throat just enough for them to take a breath. “Why have you been misbehaving lately? Is there a problem that needs to be fixed?” 

“No, sir.” Whumpee shook their head, taking as many breaths as they could. “It’s not on purpose, I swear, sir.” 

“Well it’s starting to look like it.” Caretaker’s grip tightened again. “Do you want to go back to Whumper and I let him hurt you again?” 

“No–sir.” 

“Then you need to act like it.” He dropped Whumpee, watching them fall to the floor. “Clearly, he didn’t do a good enough job in his so-called training.” He walked away, leaving them to cough, gasp and sob.

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[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift Pt 2

Whumpuary 2024 Day 4

4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling

part 2 of this!

cw pet whump, reluctant whumper/carewhumper, caretaker new master, captivity, past trauma/abuse 

Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the man who knelt at her feet. His eyes were still cast down, but he was dressed in a new set of clothes and his hair was freshly washed. It was a start. “I really apologize for all this,” Charlotte said quietly. “As you can see, I was quite unprepared for such a…gift. I’m sorry, I feel awful calling you that.” 

The man looked up at her, big blue eyes and dark lashes. “Please don’t apologize, Mistress. You owe me nothing.” 

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Charlotte corrected. “You belong to me now, which means it is my responsibility to care for you. I’ll do my best to make sure you are comfortable here. However, I can’t say that I approve of this business.” 

He tilted his head in confusion but remained quiet, waiting for her to continue. 

“Pets, I mean. I don’t like it, I never have. It’s inhumane,” Charlotte said with a sigh. She reached out and brushed her fingers through the man’s soft, slightly damp hair, and he leaned into the gentle touch. 

“Thank you for your concern, Mistress,” he replied unsteadily, like he was unsure if it was the correct answer. 

Charlotte gave an encouraging smile. “None of that, please. My name is Charlotte, which is what you may call me.” 

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “I—b-but, Mistress, I can’t—” 

“You are meant to obey me, correct?” Charlotte interrupted. Perhaps it was wrong of her to use her power in that way, but she would feel even worse letting this man call her Mistress. “I would like you to refer to me by my name only, please.” 

He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his eyes to the floor again. “Yes…Charlotte.” 

“That’s better.” She ruffled his dark hair before pulling her hand back. “And look up, please. I know after what you’ve been through, you may not believe me, but I'm not going to hurt you.” 

“Thank you, Mi—Charlotte,” he said quietly, looking up again. “You’re far too kind.” 

Charlotte shook her head with a slight smile. “I’m not, really. But I think human decency is running short in this world, which makes me look good in comparison. No matter, though… Oh, I'd almost forgotten—what is your name, dear?” 

That look of panic crossed his face again and Charlotte felt her chest tighten. “You may call me whatever you like,” he answered. 

Charlotte sighed. “Well, I’m not quite clever enough to come up with a name for you. So if you would just tell me yours, I would greatly appreciate it. You do have a name, don’t you?” 

“I do,” he said hesitantly. “My…my name is Sam.” 

He looked so sweet and obedient, kneeling by her feet with his hands folded in his lap. For a moment, Charlotte could almost see the appeal. But her mind flashed to all the stories she’d heard, and she instantly felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what Sam must have been through to make him so timid and well-behaved. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone. “Well, Sam,” she said, testing out the name. “Julian is fetching some more blankets and pillows, and then we can make a nice spot for you to sleep at the foot of the bed. I’m sorry I don’t have anywhere better at the moment, but as you know, I was not expecting you.” 

Sam gave her a shy smile in return. “That’s alright, Charlotte. At least it’s not the cellar.” 

She chuckled at that. “You’re quite charming. I can see why Lord Donovan thought I would like you.” 

“Thank you, Charlotte. It is my honor to please you.” 

That uncomfortable feeling snaked through her again, but Charlotte pushed it aside. 

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[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpuary #3: Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" + #4: "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling

CW: Chase, overexertion, failed escape, manhandling

Whumpee ran through the underbrush, desperately pushing their aching and weakened body to keep going. They couldn’t rest yet.

Whumper was on their tail. Whumpee had a head start, but they weren’t sure how big it was. All they knew was that this was their chance to get away, and they weren’t likely to get another one anytime soon.

Underbrush hit at Whumpee’s legs as they dashed through it. They paid no heed to the sting and pushed on. They panted for breath, their blood pounding in their ears as their feet pounded on the ground. Still they ran. There would be no respite until they were out of Whumper’s reach.

They tripped on a half-exposed root and nearly lost their footing. They managed to keep from falling, and regained their pace.

Whumpee kept running. After a while, they realized they were flagging and sped up again. They couldn’t afford to slow down. Whumper knew this area; they lived in it. Staying ahead was Whumpee’s only advantage.

It didn’t take long before their stride became less steady. They were pushing themself too hard. They grimaced and kept going anyway; they didn’t have a choice.

Their lungs burned and their legs became unstable as they battled with fatigue. Whumpee stumbled, then scraped their hand as they caught themself. It was so tempting to just stay there and rest a moment, but they didn’t have the time. They pushed off of a tree and forced themself onward.

Not long after, they were stumbling again. They lost their footing, well and truly this time, and fell to the ground. They painstakingly stood back up with a groan. As they leaned against a tree, bracing themself to keep going, they heard a sound behind them that definitely wasn’t from the local wildlife.

“Whumpee.”

No. Dread washed through them. They already knew whose voice it was, but Whumpee still turned to look as Whumper emerged from the trees. They were breathing hard, too, but not as hard as Whumpee. It made sense: Whumper was healthier and knew the terrain. The logic didn’t make it any less disheartening, though.

The chase was over. Whumpee was in no condition to get away from Whumper now that they’d caught up. Whumpee looked out into the trees, for a moment entertaining the idea of running anyways, before slumping in defeat. Their knees hit the dirt almost before they knew what they were doing.

The show of submission might earn them a modicum of lenience. Not much, but Whumpee was willing to take any chance to make their impending situation slightly less awful.

Whumper fixed them with a stony glare, looking very displeased. Whumpee cringed and broke eye contact.

“You are in a whole lot of trouble.” Whumper walked over to where Whumpee was kneeling and roughly pulled them to their feet. Whumper held Whumpee in a vice-like grip, fingers digging into them.

Whumpee didn’t say anything back. They knew it would be pointless to ask for mercy.

Whumper kept Whumpee in a painful hold all the way back to Whumper’s house. Back to everything Whumpee had hoped to escape from. Hot tears welled in their eyes as freedom slipped further out of reach.

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[dresden-syndrome]

25/VII-1963. Class IV detention unit, State Security department No. 138, Středočeský region, People's Union Republic of Czechoslovakia, EESU.

It was all Radím could expect. A cold, empty basement room that smelled of death. A room with no way out. The end point. The torture has ended and the confession has been written; sooner or later, that day had to come.

Even as Radím had so much time to brace himself for the inevitable, he couldn't even think he'd be absolutely ready. It was all over from the start - even back then, when his resistance group started its work, he already knew there could be no other end for him. Yet a small, deep sense of fear was always there. The tiny little voice that screams "I want to live! Let me go!!", not caring if it will be heard.

Now, as he was down on his knees in the dark, lifeless basement, all coherent thoughts have gone. Radím felt like his mind wasn't there, his body got so light and unreal as if it was made of cotton. The detention officers didn't even have to restrain him. He was too dizzy to think or move, the cold sense of impending doom struck him as a gun barrel pressed to his head.

Silence.

Then, a hollow sound piercing his ears.

"Wait, did you expect us to just shoot you like that?" - a loud voice brought Radím to sense.

"Stand up, traitor."

Two officers lifted him by shoulders, laughing as his hazy eyes observed them in confusion.

"What do you mean..." - Radím wondered, only to be met with silence.

It was nothing. They didn't execute him. They didn't take him to be interrogated again. The dizziness was gone, replaced by a terrifying sense of realization. The guards exited the basement, bringing him into a hallway he'd never seen before.

"Where are we going?..."

"Where... where are you taking me?"

"Help?..."

@whumpuary #4: Lightheaded / Kneeling

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[melanie-ohara]

Take Yourself Apart For Me - Chapter 2

Whumpuary2024, Day 08 - Prompt: "Help Me"

Shin confronts her deepest fear: asking for help

I'll level with you: I cried a bit writing this one

AO3 Here

Shin spent the next two days in the Mandalorian's bed. Despite her escape attempt, they never attempted to put her back in the restraints - maybe they thought her injury would keep her captive. Or maybe they trusted her not to kill them in their sleep. Ahsoka Tano had given her back her lightsaber and from the weight of it Shin knew she hadn't removed the power pack, and she wondered what Baylan would have expected of her now. Tano was a war hero, he had told her, and she had no chance against her. She would sense her intentions even in the deepest of sleep and cut her down in seconds. But Sabine was weak: barely able to use the Force unless her life depended on it, unbalanced, and with aggression that rivalled Marrok. Shin had bested her in every contest they'd had, and she could kill her without breaking a sweat. 

Her eyes shifted down to the drawings on the wall. Did she want to kill her?

Baylan had sent her to Lothal. Morgan Elsbeth sent her on Seatos. Thrawn sent her on Peridea. Not once had she decided for herself. 

The door opened and Shin rolled onto her side to face the wall before Wren could see her face. Murley's portrait looked up at her, and Shin felt that its stare was a little accusatory.

"Brought you food," Sabine said, with cheer that didn't sound forced, no matter how much Shin wished otherwise. She lifted her hand and Sabine pressed the carton into her fingers without complaint. As always, she'd already put the straw in for her.

At Huyang's insistence, Shin was on a liquid diet of blended protein infusion until she was fully healed, and the thick, flavourless gruel she had to suck down through a straw sometimes made her wish Feldspar had actually killed her. She could hear Sabine beside her, unwrapping a protein bar for her own breakfast, and wished her presence didn't comfort her so much. She was sick of eating alone.

"Your armour," she said, after a long silence broken only by Sabine's chewing. "I heard the droid saying."

"It's wrecked," Sabine said, trying and failing to sound flippant. 

Shin remembered Sabine kneeling under a barrage of blaster fire from the bandits that had once been her allies. "Why did you save me?" she asked abruptly.

She didn't need to look to know Sabine had shrugged before she answered. "Ahsoka saw something in you," she said. Neither of them spoke for a moment. "Why didn't you go back to Thrawn?" Sabine finally asked.

Shin closed her eyes. She wanted to reach out for her lightsaber, sitting on Sabine's desk on the other side of the room - not to attack, just to feel the weight of it in her hand for a while. Instead, she pictured it: the orange crystal sitting at the centre of the emitter matrix, the delicate twists and curls of the cables that ran along the core to the power cells, the thick insulation sheath and the metal hilt that sealed it away. 

"I don't know," she lied.

"Right," Sabine said, scrunching up the wrapper of her protein bar and getting to her feet. "Good talk."

She sounded annoyed, and it reminded Shin uncomfortably of the way Baylan had spoken when she was younger, and failed one of his drills or didn't put her all into an exercise.

"Wait," Shin said, before she could stop herself. She rolled onto her back to check that Sabine hadn't left, and saw her standing with her head cocked slightly and her hand on her hips as she looked at her. 

"Go on," Sabine prompted. Gently this time. 

Shin swallowed hard, and then nodded. "Baylan left me," she said. The words caught in her throat, but she got them out. She had barely admitted it to herself before now. "I… couldn't leave him."

Sabine sat down again. "He's family."

Shin shook her head. "We're not related. But I've never known anyone else."

Sabine moved her hand, and for a frightening moment Shin thought she might touch her. Instead, she just laid her fingertips gently on the edge of the mattress, an inch away from Shin's arm. Her nails were painted deep red.

"I lost my family too," Sabine said quietly. "My planet. And Ezra, twice now."

Shin looked away from her eyes. "I never had any of that," she said to the ceiling. 

Sabine tilted her head. "Well, not many people have an Ezra to lose."

Shin thought it might have been a joke, but she didn't feel like laughing. It would hurt too much anyway. Sabine sighed and Shin felt her weight shift like she was about to get up, and she opened her mouth just to stop her.

"I haven't felt anything since that day." 

Shin couldn't tell which of them was more surprised by what she'd said, but it was true so she didn't try and take it back. She did try to stop the tears welling in her eyes and the tightness constricting her throat, but it didn't work. Slowly, Sabine leaned forwards.

"I've been there," she said softly. Shin felt a tear breach the corner of her eye and roll down the edge of her cheek into her hair. 

"Then… can you help me?" she asked.

This time Sabine did reach out to her, and Shin tried not to flinch too obviously when her palm came to rest on her forearm. She could feel the warmth of her touch even through the sleeve of her shirt. 

"What do you need?"

*

Sabine took her weight as she guided her across the common room to the cockpit access, one of Shin's arms over her shoulders. Her instinct was to loop her own arm around Shin's waist, but she had noticed how little she liked to be touched without warning and instead left it pressed awkwardly between their bodies as they walked. She kept an eye on the white surgical patch Huyang had pressed over Shin's wound once the skin had healed enough, looking for signs that she'd torn her stitches again, but they made it to the cockpit without incident. She lowered Shin carefully into the pilot's chair and then took her usual seat once she was settled. 

Sabine flipped the intercom switch. Ahsoka had left early to scout the mountain path ahead, but Huyang had stayed aboard with them. "Huyang, I'm taking us for a ride," she said.

"For what purpose?" the droid asked.

"Uh… We've been hovering for a week now, I want to run the engines for a bit. Make sure they don't dry out," she said, shooting a glance over at Shin. She was too busy familiarising herself with the cockpit to return it.

"This is a T6 Jedi Transport," Huyang complained. "The engines do not 'dry out'." 

"Ignore him," Sabine said. Shin was already ignoring both of them.

"Taking us out," she said, and tugged the yoke towards her. The ship rose gracefully into the sky and Shin accelerated a little as they climbed towards the clouds. Sabine watched her hands move over the controls with the ease of an experienced pilot and the care of someone who dearly loved to fly, and was reminded strangely of the way Hera flew the Ghost. She felt a pang of sadness then - Hera and Zeb and her old life were so far away now, and she would probably never see them again. Kanan was further away still.

"This suits you," Sabine told Shin, more to get out of her own head than anything else. It was true though: the other woman was sitting up straight with a look of calm concentration Sabine had never seen on her. When they fought, she looked feral - blistering focus and a vicious will to win - but now she looked in control.

"Baylan didn't like flying the ship," Shin said without taking her eyes off the wisps of cloud starting to break apart on the screen. "I taught myself."

She banked the ship a little faster than necessary and Sabine saw her relish the brief rush of G-force pressing them sideways into their seats. She didn't smile, exactly, but her wide unblinking eyes softened and the tension in her jaw eased for a moment. It returned quickly, though, and Sabine noticed her knuckles tense a little against the yoke.

"What is it?" she asked, and immediately regretted it. Shin hated her prying, but she couldn't help it.

Shin's lip twitched, but she answered the question. "The last time I flew, I was trying to kill you."

"That was you?" 

"You didn't know?"

Sabine thought for a moment, remembering the one-man fighter craft diving and twisting out of her gunsights every time she thought she had them locked. "The gold one," she said, and Shin nodded. "No wonder I couldn't hit you."

The tiniest hint of a smile tugged at Shin's lips, and Sabine let herself grin openly at the victory of finally cheering her up as Shin took one hand off the yoke to adjust the thrust vector of one of the engines, and then instead of putting it back on the controls she laid her hand, almost casually, on the console between them. 

Sabine stared, slackjawed and stunned, for several seconds. Then she looked up at Shin, who was looking very intently the other way. It was obvious, overt even, in a way she would never have expected from the woman who communicated in angry glares and five-word sentences. She almost didn't believe it, especially when Shin shied away from any attempt to touch her. Cautiously, Sabine moved her own hand - not close enough to touch Shin, but near enough that she would know she had noticed. She was reminded of facing off against her on Seatos, and the way she had read Sabine's guard and taken a counter-stance to match her. Sabine's heart was racing the same way, too. She looked over at Shin to see what she was going to do next. A barely perceptible blush rose on her cheeks under her gaze, and slowly, without taking her eyes off a point on the distant horizon, Shin moved her fingers out until they brushed against Sabine's own. 

Sabine couldn't help the gasp that slipped her lips, and she worried for a second that the sound made scare Shin off. Instead, when she looked over, she saw Shin looking back. She hadn't turned her head much, just enough that Sabine could see both of her pale, blue-green eyes. Her usual wide-eyed stare had softened, and now there was a definite smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

"Thank you, for this," Shin said. 

Sabine nodded slowly, and flicked out her tongue to moisten her lips. Cautiously, she lifted her little finger and let it drift gently across Shin's until she could curl it into the space between her third and fourth digit. Shin took her counter-stance: her little finger closed around Sabine's.

"So what happens now?" Sabine asked. 

"I don't know." This time she was telling the truth.

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[firapolemos05]

Whumpuary 2024

"Father, please! It was my fault. Don't hurt him, he didn't do anything wrong!"

"No? You would've never been stung by that scorpion had he not been slacking in his duties. It is his responsibility to protect you when I am not around. His failure nearly cost me my son! I will not tolerate such negligence from servants in my house!"

Prompt 4

Kneeling

Azhaga awaits punishment.

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[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Let me see WT: injuries, blood Words: 868

 Eddie hasn’t checked on Steve’s head injuries in hours, so when he wakes up, after coaxing Steve into eating and drinking something, the metal head grabs the bandages around Steve's head and gently removes them.

“Eddie!” Steve complains but the boy keeps removing the bandages, cursing in his mind when he realizes that they are red.

“Don’t be a baby! Be my good boy and let me see, ok, sweetheart?” he tells Steve, the pet name falling so easily out of his mouth and Steve immediately relaxing like a Pavlovian reflects “So good…” Eddie praises him while checking on his injury. In the warm light of the fire, he can’t see too well, but he doesn’t see bones or other stuff sticking out, which is good, but it would be definitely better if the cut stopped bleeding. The older boy takes some gauze and cleans the wound again, while Steve hisses.

“If you are a good patient I’ll kiss your owie.” he promises and Steve giggles a little while Eddie keeps checking on the injury "You got a nasty bump. What could I do?"

"Protect the cut with some gauze and put some snow on it, please."

"But it's already freezing in here!" Eddie trusts Steve completely, but he can't avoid worrying about making things even worse.

"Wouldn't you put some ice on a bump if we were somewhere else?"

It makes sense, but still, the idea of taking some snow and letting it melt down Steve's neck is not exactly something Eddie is looking forward to.

"Is it bad?" Steve asks, trying to touch the wound on his head, but Eddie stops him.

"No touching with those dirty hands!" he scolds him, while cleaning the cut before putting more gauze on it, then the metalhead gets some clean towels from the kitchen and comes back with some snow "Are we sure?" he asks again, looking at the dirty snow in his hands.

"Try not to make direct contact with the wound and I'll be ok." Steve encourages him and Eddie finally puts the cold towel under Steve's head who whimpers a little "It's cold. And you didn't kiss my owie." he protests, snatching a laugh for his boyfriend.

"You are right, I'll kiss your owie in a few moments, what do you think if I kiss your mouth in the meantime? Would that help you feel any better?" Eddie proposes, lowering himself to kiss his boyfriend upside down.

"I feel like I'm in a Spider-Man movie." Steve chuckles.

"Why don't you use your powers to take us out of here, Peter Parker?" 

"If only I could I would..." Steve sighs and Eddie caresses his cheeks.

"I know you would, baby. If things were reversed you would have probably dug a tunnel from the living room to the village, while I'm here panicking and not knowing what to do. I wish..."

"Don't. Don't say that. Don't sell yourself short Eddie. You are amazing, ok? You were the one who had the idea of using the wooden ski as a lever and as a splinter, you are so clever and I'm so glad that you are ok, it makes everything more bearable."

Eddie nods, holding Steve's cold hands "Can I get you another blanket?"

"I think it's the shock. It's getting to me, I can't regulate my temperature."

"What can I do?"

"Keep me awake?"

Eddie chuckles "You hate when I keep you awake, you become all groggy and cranky." he replies, brushing away some hair from Steve's face thinking about how mad Steve gets when he falls asleep on the couch and Eddie wakes him up to get to bed.

"I think I might endure your insufferable presence if you keep kissing me."

"Would that help you stay awake?" Eddie asks and Steve nods "Well, then I'll have to make a big sacrifice and keep kissing you." Eddie's lips brush gently against Steve's cheeks, the point of his nose, the shell of his ears while whispering praises and sweet nonsense.

"I already feel so much better." Steve smiles and Eddie takes away the melted snow.

"You still have a bump but it seems smaller. Do I have to ask you some questions like they do in the movies? What's your name? Who is the President? What day is it?" 

Steve knows his name and who is the President, he is a little bit confused about what day is it, but Eddie is not really sure either so they decide that is Wednesday, because Eddie's brain hates the world Wednesday, it has too many consonants and his neurodivergent brain can never write it down properly.

The metalhead keeps checking on Steve's wound until it finally stops bleeding.

"Do you think it will scar?” Steve asks, pouting “If I get a bald spot around the wound it will be e bitch to hide."

Eddie giggles, only Steve Harrington can get anxious about a bald spot on his head while they are still trapped in the middle of nowhere.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think it will but even if it does, we will find a way to hide it.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Eddie replies, offering his fingers to Steve who gladly accepts it.

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Whumpuary Day 4: Lightheaded

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These things were getting faster. It was close to 5 AM, but between the musty smell inside that mask, ducking behind the desk and the general headache that started up when they got too close, Ed's head was starting to spin. He couldn't breath in that thing. He had to rip it off as soon as the mechanical creature's back was turned. But it was too soon. It swung around and screeched, slamming a metal paw into his chest. Ed was sent back into the wall and slumped off his chair. For a good few second he was out cold.

Blinking the black spots from his vision, Ed realized the thing wasn't moving. It just... stared.

He could tell he was about to go under again because it looked like another man was in the room. He couldn't make out the stranger's face, but he stood in the same spot as the fennec fox looming over him. When the robot moved, he moved. Ed couldn't tell which one was in control, or what they were trying to say.

The guard's eyes fluttered closed. Just as he faded he thought he could hear a voice.

"I can't get this mask off."

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The composition looks wonky to me but IDK how to fix it. Anyway, trying to make up some ground on this challenge since I slipped up this week.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hunger Games (Movies), Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Haymitch Abernathy/Haymitch Abernathy's Girl, Haymitch Abernathy & Haymitch Abernathy's Younger Brother, Haymitch Abernathy & Haymitch Abernathy's Mother, Haymitch Abernathy & Maysilee Donner (Mentioned) Characters: Haymitch Abernathy, Haymitch Abernathy's Girl, Haymitch Abernathy's Younger Brother, Haymitch Abernathy's Mother, Coriolanus Snow, Maysilee Donner (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Grief/Mourning, Grieving Haymitch Abernathy, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Coriolanus Snow Being an Asshole, Haymitch Abernathy Needs a Hug, POV Haymitch Abernathy, Young Haymitch Abernathy, 50th Hunger Games, Canon-Typical Violence, District 12 (Hunger Games), No beta we die like Haymitch's family, Whump, Public Execution, Angst, Angst without a happy ending, Sorry guys, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Survivor Guilt, Haymitch Loved his Girlfriend, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, being sixteen sucks but sucks even worse for Haymitch, whumpuary2024, Haymitch Abernathy's Family Series: Part 4 of Whumpuary 2024 Summary:

Haymitch Abernathy is sixteen years old, he has survived the Hunger Games, and all he wants is to go home and kiss his girlfriend. The Capitol has other plans; Defiance will not be tolerated.

Whumpuary 2024 Days 7-8 "Help me" | Lightheaded | Kneeling

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Somewhere Bleeding In The Night

Word Count: 3,342 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Stranger Things

Relationship: Henry Creel | One | Vecna/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Vecna

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dreams, Protective Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Henry Creel | One | Vecna Redemption, Possessed Eddie Munson, Mind Control, Hurt Henry Creel | One | Vecna, The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Falling In Love, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Escape, Hiding, Sharing Clothes, Hopeful Ending

Summary: Henry never means to fall in love. It was never part of the plan. But then one night he comes across Eddie Munson singing and everything changes.

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For Whumpuary No.4: “Help me” / Lightheaded / Kneeling.

For @queereldritch for "I Know You're In There Somewhere" Fight for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.

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Whumpuary 2023 (@whumpuary) - Prompt 4

Betryal | broken bones | Field med

Susan, the only trained field medic within the group, assessing the strength in Kyle's grip as part of determining the degree of his head injury.

Scene from The Case of Kindall, K. - Ch. 34

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Take Yourself Apart For Me

Whumpuary2024, Day 07 - Prompt: lightheaded

After Shin suffers a serious injury, Sabine and Ahsoka help her recover

I just can't leave these two alone

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Sabine looked down at Shin's hand, where her finger was still tracing the drawing of the lothcat, the way she had been doing the first time she woke up just after surgery.

"That's Murley," she said. Shin didn't reply, but she hadn't expected her to. When she was awake, she was silent. Sleeping, she mumbled unintelligibly. Bad dreams, Sabine thought. "And that's Chopper," she added, reaching over to tap her own finger against the drawing of the droid. "You're lucky he's not here."

Shin seemed to shrink into the mattress as Sabine leaned across her body, and she pulled away quickly.

"I'm… sorry about the restraints," she said. Shin still hadn't looked at her. "But we both know how dangerous you are."

Sabine looked down again at Shin's wound. Huyang had stripped away her bloodied and rain-soaked robes and replaced it with a close-fitting black compression vest with a wide window in the fabric that exposed Shin's midriff. Two or three hours submerged in a bacta tank would have patched her up neatly and left nothing but a neat scar where the skin rejoined, with maybe a little bruising around the edges. Huyang's surgery had left her looking mauled: staples held stomach together and the skin was raw, discoloured red and purple where the blade had broken through. At least all the blood had been wiped away.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Shin swallowed, and Sabine watched her throat work. "Do you have to be in here?" she croaked.

"I - no, I don't," Sabine said, more surprised that she'd spoken than at what she'd said.

Shin slowly turned her head to fix Sabine with a sharp, wide-eyed glare. It might have been more effective if she didn't look so tired, but it still made Sabine sit back a little.

"Then leave me alone."

Sabine stared at her for a moment. "I saved you," she pointed out once she had found her voice.

Shin turned her head away and went back to ignoring her, and this time she dug her fingernail into the drawing of Murley, like she was trying to chip him off the wall.

"You know what? Fine." Sabine got to her feet and made a show of storming out, but she stopped once the door had closed: as rude and malicious as Shin was, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She put her back up against the door and tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling as she blew out a long breath.

"Uncooperative?"

Sabine brought her head forwards slowly and looked at Ahsoka standing opposite her, leaning in the doorway of her own room with her arms folded casually. She was half-smirking in that irritating way of hers, when she knew something Sabine didn't. It almost never left her face. Now though, she was glad to see it. Ahsoka had been distant for a long time, distracted by Baylan's progress through the mountains ahead of them and almost frustrated that they couldn't leave the Noti undefended to pursue him. At least she was smiling, even if it was a little smug.

"Very," Sabine replied, pushing off the door and swinging her arms to shake out the cramp from sitting by Shin's bedside for so long.

"Give her time," Ahsoka said.

"She tried to kill us," Sabine reminded her.

"Usually you."

Sabine nodded. "So why are we keeping her aboard?"

Ahsoka straightened up and took a few steps towards her. "You're the one that went out to find her." She was curious now, Sabine thought.

"I think I was… meant to," Sabine said. "Like I was guided there."

"The two of you are connected, that much is obvious," Ahsoka said.

Before Sabine could think of a reply to that, she noticed her beskar had been moved from where she left it in the corner. She couldn't keep it in her room, not with Shin in there, but the whole cuirass would need at least repainting after the beating it had taken from the bandits.

"Where's my armour?" she asked.

Ahsoka paused before she spoke, as if she hadn't finished talking about Shin yet. She could see from Sabine's face that she had though, and answered the question.

"Huyang moved it into the workshop, so you could repair it."

Sabine blinked, and then frowned. That was unusually considerate of the grouch old droid. She nodded to Ahsoka, and crossed the room to Huyang's workshop.

*

Shin woke up with two things on her mind: pain, and hunger. The first she could repress, but the hunger ached insistently, sitting in her lower stomach and probing at the walls of her wound until she couldn't stand it. The lights in the room were dim and had shifted into the cold blue of ship-board night, and thankfully the Mandalorian was nowhere to be seen. If everyone else was asleep, this might be her only chance.

The straps were thick and made of long strips of dark leather, buckled around one limb and then trailed under the mattress until it came up on the other side to be buckled around the other. One for her legs, one for her arms. A pair of simpler bands held her down at her chest and her waist, and the buckles for them were out of sight under the mattress. If she were under guard, using the force to remove them would be noticed and stopped long before she could free more than one wrist, but alone she had all the time she needed. Even so, it took a disturbingly long time - focusing on the Force meant tensing her muscles, which sent fresh bursts of pain shooting through her nerves. By the time she had freed herself, her head was pounding, her skin was slick with sweat, and exhaustion nearly overwhelmed her limbs. But the ache was still there, and so she forced herself out of the bed.

Sabine's vision swam and she stumbled for something to lean on, closing her eyes against a sudden rush of pressure at the base of her skull. She blinked a couple of times to clear it, and then experimentally straightened up. She didn't fall over straight away, but she didn't feel like she was standing on solid ground yet. To steady herself, she looked around the tiny room.

The Mandalorian's quarters were surprisingly spartan, given her obvious taste for art. The only trace of her personality was on her desk in the corner, where Shin found half-used containers of nail polish with the lids stuck in place by dried over-spill, a few canisters of hastily labeled hair dye, and mixing equipment stained with pigment and explosives residue. That fit her better than the sterility of the rest of the Jedi ship, Shin thought as she risked a step towards the door and found her legs steady enough to carry her. If she wasn't so painfully hungry, she might have smiled grimly at that.

Compared to the restraints, unlocking the door with the Force was easy - but still more of a strain than it should have been. The main common area was darker than the bunk room, and she could feel the subtle vibration of the ship's engine keeping them hovering above the Noti camp below as she crept across the polished floor. The layout of the ship was eerily familiar - Baylan's shuttle had also been a Jedi transport, if an older, less roomy model and she knew the kitchen cupboards would be over the counter in the corner. All she needed was a ration bar or a protein stick.

Before she even moved she knew something was wrong. She hadn't fully recovered from standing up too quickly, and now her head was getting uncomfortably hot. She lifted her hand to eye level and saw it shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Blood seeped through the staples holding her skin together.

"Oh no," she whispered, stumbling back until she found the comforting solidity of the wall behind her and leaned against it, pressing her eyes shut against the roaring, pounding, echoing pressure of blood rushing through her head. She had to lie down again, before she collapsed, and possibly call for help - the last thing she wanted. She was turning to make her way back to Wren's bedroom when she saw it out of the corner of her eye.

Her lightsaber.

It was sitting on the counter, right under the cabinets she was going to search for food, just… sitting there, like it was nothing. Shin let out an involuntary choked half-laugh at the sight of it, and without thinking managed to take three stumbling steps towards it before collapsing.

*

Sabine's family armour was all but destroyed. The beskar had lost its integrity after all that blaster fire and now she doubted if it would even stop a ballistic weapon, let alone a lightsaber. The vambraces gifted to her by Fenn Rau had fared better, but all that was left of the clan Wren beskar now was her helmet. All crying had done was give her headache and left her feeling drained, and even though it was late and she was exhausted she was still awake, doing her best to reinforce the damaged plating so she could at least wear it again. Creating a new design would distract her from having to mourn her family again, something she never thought she'd have to suffer again, but it was hardly a comfort. Maybe a Howler, or the moon they howled too.

A crash from the common room startled her back to herself and she jumped up from the seat Huyang had set up for her. She paused for a second, listening for any more sound, and when none came she hurried to the door.

Shin was face down on the floor, unmoving.

"Karabast," Sabine cursed as she hurried over to her.

Ahsoka came out of her own room a moment later and helped her gently roll Shin onto her side as Huyang left the cockpit. She'd smacked her head against the floor when she fell and already a deep purple bruise was forming on her forehead. Sabine was more worried about the blood pooling on the floor under her stomach as she moved to support Shin's head in her lap.

"Huyang!" Sabine shouted at the cockpit.

Ahsoka touched two fingers to Shin's forehead and closed her eyes, focusing.

"Well?" Sabine demanded. The bruise was the only colour left in Shin's face, but she could see the movement of her eyes under their lids, so she at least knew was still alive.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Ahsoka reassured her, pulling back her hand. "Help me lift - " Shin's eyes snapped open and Ahsoka nearly dropped her legs in surprise.

"Give it back," she hissed. "I want it back!"

Sabine followed her gaze and saw the familiar lightsaber hilt, sitting next to her own where Ahsoka had left them. She had been surprised that Ahsoka had bothered to bring it back in the first place. Ahoska got up.

"You're not going to give it to her, right?" she asked, watching as her Master picked up the hilt and felt its heft. She didn't say anything. "Ahsoka?"

"Please…"

Sabine barely heard her say it, but Ahsoka nodded. Shin's head fell back against's Sabine's chest but she managed to open one of her hands and raise it off the ground.

"Ahsoka, don't," Sabine said, but Ahsoka ignored her and pressed the hilt into Shin's hand. Her fist closed tightly over it and she pulled it to her chest like a child with a treasured stuffed toy. Her eyelids fluttered again and her breathing settled.

"Ah, Lady Hati has torn her stitches," Huyang said, finally appearing from the cockpit. Ahsoka stepped out of the way to let him approach, but Sabine stayed where she was, cradling Shin's head and staring at the way she clutched her lightsaber.

"Lady Wren, please allow me to remove her to your room," Huyang said, his voice soft and encouraging, but firm enough to get Sabine to listen. She nodded distantly, and allowed Huyang to lift the injured woman away from her. Not for the first time, she wondered when Shin had got so small and weak as Huyang carried her away.

"How did you know?" she asked Ahsoka, once the door had shut.

Her Master looked at her sideways. "It's not like she was much of a threat, Sabine."

Sabine shrugged her head. "I know, but…"

"You're right," Ahsoka admitted. "There's more to it."

"So?" Sabine prompted, when she didn't elaborate.

"Shin isn't like us," Ahsoka said. "We have the ship, each other, the Noti… the only thing she has is that lightsaber." Ahsoka took in a long breath. "I've been there."

She paused for a long moment, and the two of them looked at the closed door. Sabine imagined she could hear the snipping, slicing noises of Huyang's instruments as he put Shin back together again.

"That lightsaber might be the only thing she's ever had," Ahsoka finished.

Sabine remembered how Shin had fought the day Ezra and Thrawn returned home. The way she had stood and stared at her while Ahsoka offered her help, and the way she had run for her Howler like she'd been promised a painful death. A scared young woman with nothing in the world but a sword.

"Goodnight, Sabine," Ahsoka said.

"Goodnight," she mumbled back, and Ahsoka left her to her thoughts.

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