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Maes was never meant to go first, Roy mused as he stood staring at nothing, mind blank as the people from the funeral began to leave, their hushed voices mingling into meaningless noise.

Maes was meant to follow Roy, supporting him throughout his attempts to improve their country.

Death wasn't a part of his plans.

"Please don't go." He breathed, not even able to give the words voice because how did you say goodbye to your best friend? Behind him, he heard soft footsteps, and knew Riza was waiting for him...

But he couldn't go yet, couldn't step away and leave these resting grounds behind, knowing that Maes was remaining here.

For a moment, he supposed he could understand the Elric brothers and their desperation to bring their mother back... but even Roy didn't have the arrogance to think he could achieve the impossible, and Maes would be furious with him for even trying.

He'd always said that as long as those he left behind were cared for, then he'd accept his own death when it came. The remaining members of the Hughes family had left already, though Gracia had extracted from Roy a promise to visit (making him wonder if Maes had told his wife something similar).

Tears welled in his eyes as he lifted his cap to place it on his head.

"It's a terrible day for rain."

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Title: You Can’t Fight Fate (Or Can You?) 9/10 Fandom: Back to the Future Rating: T Summary: Doc pieces together what to do, but things go very wrong.

For @whumpril Day 27, Prompt: "Please don't go"

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Fandom: Back to the Future || Rating: T || Genre: Whump, Angst, Some Humor || Summary: In which Marty finds himself living an outlaw’s life alongside Buford Tannen in the Old West, where danger, death, and disease abound.

whumpril 2024 || day 27 - "please don't go."

Their train was derailed by a tornado in Texas. Fifteen people were trapped in the two twisted cars draped over the edge of the canyon, and even more were scattered around the wreckage. Buford was one of them. The winds preceding the next line of storms roused him. He felt glass and wood embedded in his skin as he ambled toward the train on a twisted ankle. On the other side of the overturned seat that pinned Marty’s shoulders to the ground, Buford did little to mask how gruesome the damage was.  How mortal. Marty weakly gripped Buford’s sleeve. “Stay.”

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Not His Intention

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Crosshairs finds out Jamie overheard him, and he has upset her. Continued from day 19.

@whumpril day 27; "Please don't go."

“… I don’t think it’ll be that easy to go home and visit Earth via the groundbridge.” Jamie stands in the doorway, afraid. “Please don’t go,” she says. The two mechs turn to face Jamie. Hating that she’s afraid. They know this means she didn’t hear everything Crosshairs said. Crosshairs walks towards Jamie, picks up the smaller femme, and enters the house. Drift following him.

Crosshairs hates he has upset Jamie. Her fear of abandonment isn’t helping as he watches tears roll down her face once he sits on his bed with Drift. Scrap, she’s thinking Drift is leaving too. Crosshairs worries. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he says while wiping the tears with his thumb, “I can’t leave my family that’s here.” Now is not a good time to tell her I’m feeling homesick. Crosshairs believes. Even if I tell her that we’ll all visit Cybertron one day. He hugs Jamie close to him, hoping to calm her.

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Rating: T Warnings: Transphobia, bullying, harassment Spoilers: None

Summary:

After Mineta starts teasing him about the notes he's been receiving, Kaminari hits his breaking point. The anger and fear of the last few days are just too much, and his words leave class 1-A stunned.

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Whumpril 2024, Day 27 Prompt- "Please don't go." @whumpril

Willow's arms curl around Hunter. He's shaking and she holds him close as he begs her not to leave him, whispering- pleading- not to leave him. She pulls him closer and rocks him, humming a tune her dads taught her.

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Whumpril 2024 - Alternate 2 - Brain Fog

Just a little short something!! Just a Mariano POV on the smoothie incident from last whumpril! Also I haven't forgotten about day 25 I PROMISE you just know how it is sometimes

TWs: drugging, poisoning, collapse

The starting gunshot sounded miles away. Sweat was already pouring down Mariano's face, his heart already rabbiting in his chest as he kicked off a second too late. The others were already ahead of him by two paces, and his legs burned as he pushed himself to move faster.

Everything smeared around him, his shots of magic only connecting with the targets because of all the training they did. He didn't know why he felt so awful. He'd had enough sleep, seven and a half hours of solid rest. He'd had breakfast, and then Dimitri even made him a smoothie.

It had been so sweet of him, and now he was going to waste the good-will he'd finally earned by messing up the drill. They'd even gone easy on him. There had been no prank.

The others must've really wanted to impress the people watching.

He didn't remember climbing the wall, only hitting the ground. His wrists smarted as he kicked off again. A harsh, rasping static filled Mariano's ears, filled his mask, snaked in around the metal conductive bit between his teeth and slipped down his throat. He couldn't breathe. His heart skipped every other beat, every three beats. It couldn't make up its mind.

He couldn't breathe.

His chest was tearing itself apart.

They barrelled into the warehouse. They took out the targets. Mariano's knees almost gave out.

He couldn't ruin this.

Down the stairs. The metal pitched under him and it was impossible to keep his footing. He had to keep going. The world kept tilting.

Mariano's eyes rolled back as his legs finally gave out. Chaos roared around him as he finally stopped moving, stopped running, everything drowned out by soothing darkness that rolled over him. Someone touched him. Others were shouting.

Mariano didn't know what was going on. His limbs felt like lead. Someone had their fingers against his wrist. His mask was pulled away from his face. He couldn't get his eyes open. Mariano thought his lungs were going to burst.

He was going to die here.

He hoped the others wouldn't be angry.

He hoped Luis wouldn't be angry.

Everything gently fell away as he was swallowed up by warm silence, like water slipping over his face in a hot bath after a long day.

Mariano couldn't even be afraid.

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Stay With Me - Eliana Caspi/Jackie Sharp

  A/N: Day 27 for @whumpril

“Please stay...”    Jackie’s voice is low and soft and Eliana pauses, wondering if she heard her right, then keeps packing.    “Please... Elia... Please don’t go...”    The request is so soft that Eliana turns to look at Jackie, taking in the way the woman wraps her arms around herself, she looks small, thin and trembling, surprisingly soft. Jackie has always been strong, Eliana knows that, but now she looks scared, scared enough that Eliana pauses again, then steps to brush soft hair from Jackie’s eyes, her voice soft.     “I’m not going anywhere... if you really want me to stay...”    “I do... I... I need you.” 

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Whumpril #26: How Could You?

He hadn’t believed it. Not even when it had been David that told him, not even when he’d been offered proof. 

Instead, he’d believed completely in David’s charade, awaiting betrayal and so not seeing which angle the knife aimed at his back truly came from. He’d allowed himself to reject proof of his senses, assuming it was faked or that his mind was being somehow tampered with, because Lee would never…

Except that he would. He did. 

And except that Darrow is no better. He gave up everything, everyone, just to save the person that mattered to him. Lee hadn’t really done differently, had he? Hell, they’d both been saving the same person. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that his interrogator had been David, that David had done his dissembling, that he’d hurt him badly enough and suddenly enough for his confession to turn to shrieks…For all his softness, for all his refusals to kill, for all his regular insistences that he wouldn’t withstand torture, nor sacrifice another of the crew, David has turned out to be the only one with the steel to see through what Darrow has always espoused. 

“How could you?” he asks Lee, and means the question for himself.

His eyes sweep him as they have done a thousand times, cataloguing cuts and bruises and dirt, calculating how badly hurt his child is, what he needs from Darrow. 

Lee turns dull eyes on him. “Are you going to leave me here?” His voice wavers between bravado and demand and plea.

Darrow is powerfully reminded of his sulky adolescence. When every order was questioned. And yet how, he would still seek shelter and comfort in Darrow’s shadow when the bridge shook under fire or the lights flickered for want of fuel. 

He knows how it happens. He had, after all, done the same.

“Of course not.” 

He guns down a dozen guards, burns through crucial wiring that will, if it’s not repaired quickly, condemn the station and all aboard her to a slow burn. He doesn’t offer Lee a weapon, and he lets him walk unaided. 

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@whumpril Day 27: "Please don't go."

“I-I’m sorry. I was only trying to help back here; instead all I do is make trouble,” Muffet breathed. The strength it took to keep her voice even was admirable. Even Grillby, stoic as he was, balked upon lifting the fallen storeroom shelf to see her leg twisted askew underneath.

“…Healer,” he decided urgently. “I’ll go.”

“Wait, I can manage!” A full-body shudder of pain rocked her when she stretched to catch ahold of him. “Nngh! W-What are all these limbs for if I can’t get along one short?”

“Healer.”

“It isn’t worth the cost! If I can j-just get home—”

“Please don’t go…Don’t push. Stay,” he pleaded, bending to cradle her pale face. “My storeroom, my fault…My cost. My darling…” Please, don’t be stubborn enough to hurt yourself. Let me help you.

Traitorous tears of sentiment (and surrender) bubbled then; Grillby was ready and quick to dry them.

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Whumpril 2024

-26- "How could you?"

"I want to find out how it ends," Harry says, breaking a long silence between them, Adam writing and Harry reading.

"What, that book? They live happily ever after, of course."

Harry lays the book facedown, open on his chest. He feels he is about to throw a stone that will ripple in ways he may later wish not to have caused. "Not the book--spoilers, by the way--I mean this. You and me." Adam's troubled expression is near the one he expected to see; whenever either of them starts looking for clues, trying to work out the rules, the other gets frightened and so they drop it. It comes out like this, in jagged non sequiturs that rumple up placid moments and bring tears to their eyes. "More specifically, me," Harry clarifies.

"What do you mean, end?"

Harry can see the word tastes bitter in Adam's mouth, that its shape and texture are repellant.

"I guess I want to know how I die."

"Well but. Nobody--" Adam stammers; he always does at times like these, his mind racing as he tries to find the quickest route to ending the discussion. His gaze darts around, looking for the source of the danger, counting the nearby exits. "You don't know--how could you?--no one knows how they'll die. I think that's just part of it."

"It?"

"Life. It's part of life, not to know how it ends. Or." He folds his arms, hugs himself. "When."

Harry is not content to let it settle at Who knows? They both know how it ended with Adam's parents. And when.

"It's just I'm starting to think about us, in some future days, but I wonder if we'll get there. What if I don't have long? I might just. . ." He pinches together all ten fingers near his lower lip, gently blows, and his fingertips illustrate a quick crumbling to dust, dissipating, floating away to everywhere, then gone.

This is the point where Adam will end it, Harry knows even before Adam comes closer, takes his hand and kisses it, tries to smooth his edges and bring him back. He does all these things, and rests his hand at the back of Harry's neck, besides.

"It's different with you," Adam says, and Harry knows he believes it--maybe senses it--and kisses his hand again. "It could be a lifetime." He shrugs a little and his mouth curves into an encouraging little grin. "We don't know. So maybe we just assume the best case scenario."

Harry is not satisfied with this; Adam knows no more than Harry does, not really. But just now they are new and everything feels fragile, so he will not press. He nods in a certain way, looking at Adam's mouth, and they find their way back to a safer place, where neither of them is afraid.

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Cw: victim blaming, verbal abuse, survivor's guilt, hallucinations, implied/referenced body gore, mention of bleeding. Overall Hor is not having a good time.

@whumpril prompts 17 and 26 "hallucinations" and "How could you?"

This is set a little later on in the series. But I don't think I'll be writing it in chronological order. The Masterlist will be though!

Hor had grown familiar with the colour red. He never thought a person could bleed so much and still be alive. It was red everywhere he looked. If he closed his eyes would he see red? Would his blood continue to flow when he's gone to sleep? 

He was just so tired. He wanted to close his eyes just for a little bit. 

He shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position so he could rest for a little, but that never seemed to work for him. Hor laid on his side, closed his eyes and waited for his mind to numb the pain. 

"Hor." 

Hor's body jerked a little; he opened his eyes staring into the darkness of the room. 

"Hor." The voice called again. Gods it sounded so familiar. He hadn't heard it in so long he almost forgot what it sounded like. 

His lips quivered, and tears welled up into his exhausted eyes as they found the source of the voice calling out his name. 

"Mama?" He called out desperately. She looked exactly as he remembered. Light brown hair, pale rosy skin and brown eyes. Eyes that seemed to be filled with disappointment, grief and dare he say it…. blame.

"How could you, Hor?" His mother's eyes stared at him with such anguish and anger he couldn't look at her for too long.

But he had missed her so much. He wished his arms weren't bound and his legs weren't weeping with blood and pain so he could wrap his arms around his mother and cry into her chest. 

But he couldn't move even if he wanted to, it was a miracle he was even awake in the first place. 

"How could you be so careless?" She asked him, her hands travelling to his hair. She took a strand between her fingers, her thumb running over it. 

It would've been so soft if he could take care of it. 

"I spent my entire life trying to prevent this from happening, and you just threw it all away in a single day." His mother frowned. "Why would you do that, Hor?" 

Hor's throat had gone dry. He didn't mean to disrespect his mother's efforts. It had been an honest mistake. A slip-up. An unintentional action that ended up with him bound to a man's will. 

"I'm sorry." He shuddered, his voice quivering. "I didn't- didn't…. Mama I don't know what to do."

Tuya stood up, walked away from him, her brown hair swaying in behind her back.

"Maybe you deserve this, Hor." She turned back to him. "It was all your fault you know? That day. If it weren't for this-" she gestured to his head in disgust. "Maybe your father and I would've been alive." 

"No, no you said-"

"For Iset's sake, Hor. Did you really think any mother would tell her child that he killed his own father? Even if her child is a monster, no mother would ever do that." She crouched down to meet his tear filled eyes, irritated from lack of sleep.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his shoulders to his ears, trying to block out his mother's words.

 "Come on, Hor. Who's the monster here, between you and me?" She taunted, whispering in his ear, her hand caressing his hair gently. 

Hor shook his head, refusing to look at his mother's eyes. 

"You took my life away." She continued. "You made it so difficult, so damn hard. You honestly think I cared about you? If people had known, don't you think they would have thought we sold your soul to Set. What do you think would've happened to us?" She pushed his head away from her. 

"Not that it matters. We're dead anyway because of you. Osir never welcomed someone so warmly as he welcomed us! All. Because. Of. You." She gripped his face tightly, her nails digging into his head. 

Hor's eyes closed tightly as he apologised. "I'm s-sorry."

"What? Say it again."

"I'm sorry!"

"Again!"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Louder!"

"I'm SORRY. I'M SO SORRY." He screamed, over and over again, until it was all incoherent gibberish, but he kept apologising, even when his throat started to feel like it's getting torn, even when he couldn't breathe, even when the tears fell out of his eyes so much, they started to burn.

"Hey! Keep it down!" The door was slammed open, Ka appearing with fury etched on his face. His blonde hair uncovered, with dark bags under his eyes.

Hor didn't seem to be able to hear him, since he just continued sobbing. 

"Did you not hear me? I said-" He slapped him across his face. "Keep it down."

Hor looked at him in shock, his mom was supposed to be standing in his place. 

He sniffled, then pulled his knees to his chest. "I-I'm sorry." He croaked, his voice sounding rough.

"Yes, we've established that." Ka muttered, then sat down beside Hor. "So, have you finally gone insane?" Ka asked nonchalantly. 

Hor stayed silent, staring blankly at the wall. 

"Of course. Well, since I'm already awake, what do you think I should do? Don't you think you deserve a little punishment for waking me up in the middle of the night?"

Ka patted his head condescendingly.

"Do whatever you want." Hor sniffled, sounding defeated and run-through, he hid his face behind his knees, bracing himself for more blood and pain.

Ka's face split into a huge smile. "That's what I like to hear."

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Whump community, I did it! I wrote something for whumpril... very late I admit, but I did it!

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The Truth Comes Out - Claire Underwood, Jackie Sharp/Eliana Caspi/Heather Dunbar

A/N: Day 26 for @whumpril

“How could you Frank? People will find out... what the hell.”    Claire’s voice rings out across the hallway even as Jackie waits with both Eliana and Heather, knowing what comes next can only be bad. She had been lucky to be rescued by Heather in time to avoid Remy’s attack on her, the man admitting it had been Frank’s idea to ‘correct’ her manners with the attack, force her to be straight and not bisexual.     “Get out.”    Frank slinks away, Claire calling for Cathy to arrange people to gather Frank’s belongings and get rid of it all. Once the packing is done Jackie is asked to join her and bring Heather and Eliana. The four face a recording video camera, the statement will be copied and sent away to the multiple news agencies. Claire is quick to condemn what happened, passing control to Heather before leaving the three together.  

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Rating: T Warnings: Violence Spoilers: None

Summary:

Forget everything he’d said before. This was absolutely, without a doubt, the worst day of Tamaki Amajiki’s life.

After he's seriously injured during a confrontation with a villain, he's left to suffer through the after effects of the villain's poisonous Quirk.

But Mirio is there, as always.

Maybe his Tamaki-sense isn't fake after all.

(Chapter two is Mirio's point of view!)

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Whumpril 2024, Day 26 Prompt- "How could you?" @whumpril

There's pain and hurt and accusation when the words exit Annabeth's lips but she won't take them back, can't take them back. Both of them know what she's referring to, how could he betray the camp? Betray her? How could he poison Thalia's tree? How could he try and murder Percy? How could he do any of it?

The tears sting at her eyes and she just lets them fall as she looks at him, really looks at Luke. One of the people who had saved her, someone who had cared for her and promised family and forever.

And when Luke looks at her there is something akin to remorse but not regret. Both of them know he does not regret what he has done, both of them know that things will never go back to they were when they were younger. But still, they look at each.

A thought crosses through Annabeth's mind as she looks at him, a saying she'd heard for years; "Blood is thicker than water" and she can't help but think of the full quote, the one people often forget. "Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb." She thinks of how Luka and Thalia had been her 'blood' and how that 'covenant' had slowly extended to the rest of the camp.

How the first person that comes to mind now is Percy, and part of her is terrified by that. Because she's looking at Luke and can't help but picture various people taking his place. Would any of her other 'blood' betray her?

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@whumpril Day 26: "How could you?"

“How could you?”

Michael’s stomach somersaulted viciously at Father’s tone. He’d expected Father to scream until his ears rang but this low hiss was venomous as a snake. Worse, Michael had no defense. No excuse, no worthy explanation.

It was just a prank. Evan was supposed to run away, cry it off. Now he was a mess of gauze, tubes and wires in the other room while Michael stood on shaking legs in William’s long shadow.

Correction: while Michael reeled sideways, stars bursting through his vision from the force of Father’s blow. No sooner had he caught himself on the wall did Father snag a stinging fistful of his hair, wrenching him in nose-to-nose.

“If your brother dies,” he snarled, “I will never forgive you. Never.”

Bile surged to close Michael’s throat; all he could do was nod. For once they were in agreement. He would never forgive himself either.

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 6

Dizziness

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Tw: unconsciousness

Every step felt more exhausting and threatened to get impossible. He kept stumpling forward, but his legs felt heavy, like being made of concrete. His feet wouldn't lift properly anymore. Unfortunate on the uneven forest ground. He was cold. His vision was blurry and honestly he didn't see where they were going anymore. He just followed the bunch of moving bloobs. The distant between him and them was getting bigger though.

He had long tuned out of the conversation, but now he couldn't hear anything but static noise rushing through his ears anymore.

His chest felt tight, his lungs kind of constricted, his head was in a thick unpenetratable stupor. The additional weight of his backpack was trying to pull him to the ground. The last two times he stumbled over a branch, he hardly managed to find his footing again.

But now he just couldn't take a step anymore. The bloobs were too far away, fading out of his field of vision. Everything was fading out slowly as his world turned grey from the edges.

He wanted to make himself known. But the attempted shout kept stuck in his throat. A pathetic hardly audible squeak was the only thing he could produce.

He had fought to lift his arm and find some hold on the tree to his left. His sweaty palm brushed over the bark for a moment.

It wasn't a conscious movement to lean in, his vision just turned black and his legs gave out. The arm went slack and the contact between hand and bark was gone.

His limp body brushed alongside the trunk. If he had been conscious, his whole body weight stopped by his knees hitting on the ground, would have been utterly painful. But he was out long before.

The pack on his back was pushing his upper body forward and he landed face first in the next bush.

Not even a chance to get his arms up, he looked like a ragdoll, someone just threw away, arms by his sides and the soles of his shoes looking upwards.

Voices shouting and heavy steps on the soft forestfloor. The bloobs came running back, which were no bloobs, but actual people.

"Ey buddy, what's wrong?" A futile attempt, before he even realised, that the man on the ground was out like a lamp.

3 pairs of hands pulled him out of the bush, got rid of his backpack and carefully rolled him on his back. "Damn, he's burning up. Ey buddy, can you open your eyes for us?"

The backpack went under his lower legs to elevate them slightly.

Light slaps to the ghostly pale cheek covered in a sheen of sweat. Eyes started to move under closed lids and a shudder went through the body. He stired and very slowly opened his eyes. A little movement, that looked so exhausting, threatening to pull him under at any moment.

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