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whumptober2021:
whumptober2021:
Dear Whumptober participants and followers,
We would like to once again thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this year’s great event. We saw so much amazing content, thank you all for sharing it with us! We value each and every one of you for putting your all into this event - whether you filled one prompt or 31, or even more, we’re proud of you all. You did a great job, well done!
We’d like to give a special shout out and congratulations to our completionists! We’re very happy to see that our prompts motivated so many of you - 174 people, if our maths are correct! - to finish the whole list. You did some fabulous work, thank you for sharing!
Without further ado, here’s to all of the Whumptober 2021 completionists!
(Please imagine the following list read out in a grand announcer voice for extra drama.)
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Dear Whumptober participants and followers,
We would like to once again thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this year’s great event. We saw so much amazing content, thank you all for sharing it with us! We value each and every one of you for putting your all into this event - whether you filled one prompt or 31, or even more, we’re proud of you all. You did a great job, well done!
We’d like to give a special shout out and congratulations to our completionists! We’re very happy to see that our prompts motivated so many of you - 174 people, if our maths are correct! - to finish the whole list. You did some fabulous work, thank you for sharing!
Without further ado, here’s to all of the Whumptober 2021 completionists!
(Please imagine the following list read out in a grand announcer voice for extra drama.)
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Dear Whumptober participants and followers,
We would like to once again thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this year’s great event. We saw so much amazing content, thank you all for sharing it with us! We value each and every one of you for putting your all into this event - whether you filled one prompt or 31, or even more, we’re proud of you all. You did a great job, well done!
We’d like to give a special shout out and congratulations to our completionists! We’re very happy to see that our prompts motivated so many of you - 174 people, if our maths are correct! - to finish the whole list. You did some fabulous work, thank you for sharing!
Without further ado, here’s to all of the Whumptober 2021 completionists!
(Please imagine the following list read out in a grand announcer voice for extra drama.)
SugaryWaffles123AO3
ValTumblr
coyote-aceAO3
anoddreindeerTumblr
KimTumblr
LambentWargTumblr
IrathgoTumblr
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DocTumblr
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Dear Whumptober participants and followers,
We would like to once again thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this year’s great event. We saw so much amazing content, thank you all for sharing it with us! We value each and every one of you for putting your all into this event - whether you filled one prompt or 31, or even more, we’re proud of you all. You did a great job, well done!
We’d like to give a special shout out and congratulations to our completionists! We’re very happy to see that our prompts motivated so many of you - 174 people, if our maths are correct! - to finish the whole list. You did some fabulous work, thank you for sharing!
Without further ado, here’s to all of the Whumptober 2021 completionists!
(Please imagine the following list read out in a grand announcer voice for extra drama.)
SugaryWaffles123AO3
ValTumblr
coyote-aceAO3
anoddreindeerTumblr
KimTumblr
LambentWargTumblr
IrathgoTumblr
DavejolinaTumblrInstagramTwitter
InsertSomthinAwesomeTumblrDeviantart
EvandShivTumblr
DocTumblr
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VeryRealImaginationTumblr
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Welcome to Whumptober 2021! May the Whump be with you :)
To all of you who participated last year - we have changed a few of the rules, but overall things have stayed the same. To everyone new: WELCOME!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. We wish you all the fun!
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT
Delayed drowning | Chemical pneumonia | Oxygen mask
Panic flared within him.
Why was it that every time he went on a mission that was supposed to be simple it went sideways in the worst possible way? Missions that could be classed as “overly complicated” seemed to go off without a hitch, especially when they went in with the most far-fetched of plans. Did the Force just enjoy toying with the universe, flipping the expectations of all beings it affected just for the fun of it?
Luke was running, legs pumping as fast as they could, and his lungs began to burn. Just breathe, in, out, in, out… no. That didn’t help. It reminded him far too much of another unsettlingly familiar sound that insisted on haunting his dreams – and his waking hours, a sound that emanated from a being who was, in fact, here, as well.
Against all odds, defying all of their intel, Darth Vader was close – on planet, definitely, in the same locale, almost certainly, in the same facility, far too likely. Darth Vader was here, pursuing Luke, relentless to bring him in after claiming to be his father. (Even though Luke very well knew the truth of their relation, he chose to deny it, no matter how strong the Force sung in confirmation.)
Alarms had been blaring for several minutes now. Somebody, either on their side or the Empire’s, had hit something within the labs, and now it did not matter what side anyone was on, they all just needed to get the kriff out of this place. Poison was flooding into the air, some chemical gas under development in this facility, and it wouldn’t be long before the corridors were saturated with its potency. Many had been close to the exits, the majority of people already outside the building, but Luke had been deep within, extracting data. Artoo needed just a couple more minutes to get what they needed, minutes Luke was certain he could endure and be treated back at base for any damage he sustained, but then that blasted man had to show up.
Of course Vader could stand to take his time pursuing Luke. That respirator of his had to filter out toxins like this. So Luke took a much more circuitous route than he would have normally to escape the building in hopes of eluding his hunter. Naturally, this meant more exposure to the toxin, and he could feel his lungs struggling to keep up with his frantic movements.
Finally, he reached an exit, but it was not an ideal one. Nowhere near the landing pad or anywhere he could slip into the nearby forest, Luke was nearly cornered, his only real escape the river adjacent to the facility. Maybe he could move quickly enough to evade Vader and meet up with anyone else from the Alliance. The growing pain in his chest was suggesting otherwise, though.
And all hope was indeed lost when Vader appeared in the doorway, looming over him and looking out at the limited terrain for Luke to slip away into.
“There is nowhere else for you to run, Luke.” He seemed far more satisfied than he had any right to be. “You would do best to come with me and allow yourself to be looked at aboard my ship. Your exposure to this facility’s work will only cause you complications down the line if left untreated.”
“I won’t join you,” he spat, glaring fiercely into the death mask. “I can’t join you! Even if you – ” His words caught in his throat, and he could not bear to finish that thought. Even if you are my father. Luke couldn’t just give up on everything he believed in, even if he… even if he wanted nothing more than to know the only family he had left.
His desires were strong, his need for family even more so, but he knew loyalty. His aunt and uncle had taught it to him, the Alliance had reinforced it in him, and his friends – especially Leia and Han – kept it true in him. As much as he wanted to know his father, to be close to the man he’d grown up idolizing, Vader had done nothing to earn his loyalty as of yet. Something within Luke whispered of the possibility, somewhere, some ways down the line, but right now…
“I’m sorry.” Right now, he had to do what he knew was right in his heart. “My place is not with the Empire.”
And he threw himself into the water.
Several sensations crashed over him all at once, all of them leaving him breathless. The river was cold, far more frigid than he’d been expecting, and Luke gasped loudly against the icy waves. That same gasp forced water into his lungs – water that had been filling his mouth anyways, due to his lack of swimming prowess. Fear, shock, and additional panic gripped his chest, and Luke began to flail against the current, using any movement he could to try and keep his face above the water and control his swift movement through the water. He’d always considered that he’d choose death over the dark side, and he’d even faced the reality of that decision once before, but this…
Something about this felt different. It was less abrupt than throwing himself into the abyss. There was a process involved, a chill that permeated his bones, a fear that swept through his being. Luke had not realized it until now, but water could pose a true and genuine threat. So much of his life had been spent scrounging for it, savouring what few droplets one could extract from the atmosphere and treating it as a nearly sacred substance, he never once considered there could be such a thing as too much. Facing that now forced a genuine terror to ripple through him, compounded by the repeated bombardment of waves crashing into his face.
As he struggled to take in more oxygen than water, Luke could feel his head growing light and his mind fuzzy. His thrashing had already grown weaker, and he was exhausted enough that he did not even realize how he called out for his father through the Force. before unconsciousness overtook him.
***
Foolish boy. Foolish, reckless, idioticboy.
Vader did not know it for a fact, but he was nearly certain that his son did not possess the ability to swim, least of all to combat the current of the raging river running alongside the laboratory. The sting in his chest felt like Bespin all over again, his son choosing death over him once again. It was clear the boy did not know what he was turning down, nor did he recognize the danger he was getting himself into with his continued defiance.
But no more. While Vader could not dive in after him directly, he could make an effort to stop the boy from facing the most permanent of consequences for his actions. The echoing cry that rippled through the Force only served to further his conviction of this.
With a sweeping gesture, Vader summoned a large piece of driftwood, fairly flat and wide enough to support his weight, and leapt towards the raging waters below. Balancing atop the wood, he propelled himself onwards towards the dim presence of his son, momentum guided by the Force.
The boy was below the surface, skin pale from lack of air, but he was still conscious, if only just.
His prosthetics did not register much sensation, but it was clear how frigid the raging waters were by what little he could feel and the way his son was trembling. With far too little effort, he pulled the boy up onto the piece of driftwood with him, and guided their trajectory towards the bank. Tumbling onto the shore, Vader was quick to remove his cape and wrap it around the frail form in his arms. Through bleary eyes and soaked lashes, the boy looked up at him, pale eyes dull as he fought to stay awake.
“F – Father?” The word was weak, croaked out and nearly lost to the wind, but Vader heard it, crisp and clear as a bell.
“Yes, Luke,” he replied, gathering his son close to his chest. “I am here. You will be alright. Simply allow yourself to rest, now, lest you make your state worse.”
“I – I won’t… I don’t want to…” The protests were weak, his struggles even moreso, and nearly half-hearted. The boy still wished to escape, but he was succumbing to his sorry state, and the feeling of comfort provided by the very man he sought to elude.
Luke would come around to his point of view yet. Of this, Vader was certain. It would only take time.
***
He was stable.
The boy was stable.
Luke would live.
He just had to continue saying this to himself in order to stave off the restlessness that had already taken hold of him. Pacing outside the hyperbaric chamber – not his, but designed to be just as effective – Vader repeated these words over and over and over again in his mind, fearing what may become of his son.
Luke would live. He knew this. Countless med droids and even organic medics had assured him of this fact. What remained to be seen, however, was the state of his lungs following his recovery.
That facility had been developing a particularly potent chemical, a gas that would ravage the respiratory system from the inside out, meant to be deployed as a weapon. Its premature release could very well have had devastating effects on allies and enemies alike, and Luke had been exposed longer than most. With the toxin weakening his lungs and the water that had filled them following his escape…
The Son may reflect the Father even further than had initially been expected.
Should the bacta prove insufficient, Luke may be forced to live out the rest of his days on a respirator. Certainly he would require an oxygen supply when he awoke, for a limited time at the minimum. Vader felt pride at seeing certain reflections of himself and his past in his offspring, but for the boy to suffer in ways reflecting his own anguish was nigh unthinkable.
While Luke’s lungs had not immediately filled completely with river water, preventing him from an acute case of drowning, there was still fluid that persisted within, working in tandem with the chemicals insisting on breaking down his functions.
“Youwill pull through, child,” Vader rumbled outside the tank, staring at the pale, frail form within. “You must be stronger than I, in order to face the Emperor. I will not allow this incident to be your undoing.”
And if it was?
The hell he would bring down upon those who placed his son in this state would be unmatched by anything the galaxy had ever seen in all of its existence.
***
The first thing Luke noticed as his eyes fluttered open was the sterility bombarding every one of his senses. All he saw was a bright white backdrop, all he heard was a steady background buzz, all he could smell and taste was a pure, overly clean flow of air, all he could feel was an overly purified covering draped over him. None of this felt right, especially considering his last memories of plunging into icy currents and flailing about wildly in an attempt at self-preservation. This was far too comfortable for where he should have been.
A gentle pressure set itself against Luke’s face, covering his nose and mouth, reaching down nearly to his chin. Instinctively, he brought his hand to whateverit was and attempted to pull it away, but stopped short when a vise-like grip caught his wrist.
“Leave it be, Luke.” That voice was far too familiar, and if he was more lucid than he was now, he might have begun to thrash or resist. “It is there for a reason. Resistance will only cause you further harm.”
“Harm?” His eyes took a moment to focus, but when they did, they met the dark, angular features that had haunted his nightmares for years. “Vader. What did you – what did you do… to me…” He couldn’t hold back the wheezing and coughing that wracked his frame, causing his lungs to burn and the device on his face to feel even more present than before.
Vader’s fists clenched in the seconds that passed before he answered. “Believe what you will, but it was not my actions that led to your current state.” Was he imagining the subtle rage burbling below the surface of his voice? “Thoughtless science and your own… recklessness have placed your respiratory system in a state of intensive recovery. Speaking will only serve to worsen your condition.”
Luke’s eyes blew wide, terror threatening to overtake him. He opened his mouth to shout in protest, but an astonishingly warm presence wrapped around his vocal cords and silenced any sound he’d hoped to utter.
Vader’s stance shifted, his helmet dipping downwards and his shoulders hunching somewhat. He appeared almost… mournful. “I cannot speak to the permanence of your condition.” That… held far more regret than he’d ever expected from someone like Vader. “You have received the best treatment possible. However, your future remains unclear. Please, son, for your sake… listen to me, and allow yourself the opportunity to recover.”
A strange sensation was building within Luke. He’d always hoped to feel something like this, but he’d given up on it long ago. Now… the impossible felt somewhat within reach. Nodding slowly, he felt something lock itself into place, sealing his fate. He would remain with his father, no matter the state of his wellbeing. And, somehow, that did not seem the death sentence it once had.
So much of the future remained unclear. Perhaps he would need a respirator to live out the rest of his life. Perhaps his father would cause him nothing but pain, as they moved forwards. Perhaps he had doomed himself for all eternity.
But…perhaps…thingsmight just work out…
Whumptober Days 2 & 3
IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY || MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY
“Pick who dies” | Collars | Kidnapped || Manhandled | Forced to Their Knees | Held at Gunpoint
The butt of the blaster connected with the back of his head once again, and Luke tasted blood. Not for the first time, he found his thoughts struggling against the fog that had settled over his mind, panic forcing his heart into overdrive. He was on the ground, kneeling before his captors, and the impact caused him to keel over and land in the dirt. Bound hands had barely stopped him from falling face first into the ground below, but he could feel the sharp bite of the gravel dig into his palms as he braced himself with weak arms.
“Are you an idiot? Answer the question.”
Question? He wasn’t sure he understood much, right now, the drugs still working their way out of his system. He remembered being captured. He remembered being dragged here. He remembered his friends being dragged along as well, screams and shouts and chaos. But he didn’t remember a question.
“I – I’m sorry, I don’t – what question?”
A different sort of pain shot through him this time, a pain that danced across his skin, radiating from his neck down towards the rest of his body. He was convulsing, now, unable to continue supporting his weight and tumbling forward into the dirt after all. The same gravel that had bit into his hands was now grinding against his cheeks. A ragged cry rung through the air, and Luke found himself sympathizing, dimly, with whoever was screaming like that, not realizing it was his own voice that was echoing so loud.
Rough hands grasped at Luke’s hair, tearing his body upwards and his head backwards so his bleary eyes could take in the scene before him. Kneeling, all in a row, was an assortment of beings, some he recognized, some he didn’t. All appeared filthy and pitiful, a sorry sight much like he imagined he looked himself. There was desperation in the eyes of most, defeat in many, and in some… Some bore a defiance that was far more familiar than it had any right to be. The ones wearing defiance were the people he knew best, he was sure, even through the haze that hung heavy over his awareness.
Seeing them – recognizing them – sent a surge through him, and Luke found his awareness perk up just a touch.
“Deafand an idiot,” another voice scoffed, gruffer and higher pitched than the first. “Really is a good thing we’re here to teach this whelp a lesson before trying to fetch any sort of price for him.”
No… the word price echoed in his head, and he felt a pool of dread gather in his gut. As delirious as he was, there was no doubt who his captors were: slavers. And the people before him were set to be sold off as well.
Gritting his teeth, Luke gathered up as much strength as he could and glared up at his captors, placing as much heat as possible into his expression. All this accomplished was to earn him a condescending smirk and another smack across his cheek.
“Yes, yes, he really is a sorry case,” cooed the first voice. They’d begun circling Luke, clearly not the one still gripping his hair, and he could only catch vague glimpses as they passed in front of him. “I have no idea how someone like this could’ve earned such a significant bounty, but here we are…”
After a few moments of pacing, this particular captor knelt before Luke and offered a toothy grin. They were humanoid, but there was something off about them. Cybernetic enhancements? A different species? He couldn’t quite focus on their specific features, no matter how much of that heat he harnessed, but he knew that, whoever this was, they were not someone he wanted to spend an abundance of time near.
“But perhaps that is not entirely your fault, at the moment.” The gleam in their eyes told Luke that they were fully aware of how dazed and confused he was. “True, you were rather… underwhelming even before we subdued you. But I suppose we should be patient, considering just how addled your mind must be. That particular cocktail we gave you is potent enough to take down a rancor, let alone a wretch like you.”
Harnessing that heat once again, Luke worked to meet the eyes of his captor. They were predominantly green, with a yellowish hue. The pupils were not fully slitted, but neither were they perfectly round. Their features were ambiguous, and he found it hard to get a clear picture of who they could possibly be, but all he knew was that he felt pure, unadulterated anger towards them.
“Go to hell,” he croaked. With all the defiance he had within him, he spit in their face. Feeling satisfied and with his resolve bolstered somewhat, he found a few more words. “What do you want?”
A flash of anger passed through those yellow-green eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a self-satisfied smirk. With a casual swipe, his captor removed the saliva from their face with their sleeve and stepped to the side.
“Y’see the pathetic excuses for people laid out in front of ya?” Anger flared in Luke, but he simply gritted his teeth and bit back his response, nodding stiffly against the grip on his hair. “All folk you wanted to save.” His gaze flickered across them all again, concentrating more on their features, and the pool of dread in the pit of his stomach only grew deeper and heavier. “Too bad you can’t save them all. Cause, see, our transport simply does not have the room for you all. We still get paid for proof of capture, dead or alive, but the journey will end sooner for some of you than for others.”
Panic was beginning to etch itself across the more unfamiliar faces before him. Luke could feel the sentiment reflected in his heart.
“Please…” The word spilled forth unbidden from Luke’s lips. “None of them deserve to die. Or to be captured. Just let them all go. It’s me you want, isn’t it? Just let them go, just take me, and I won’t fight, I promise…”
The pain bloomed once again, briefer this time, but more intense. His head was jerked backwards, and Luke found himself looking up at a very human face, silvery-blue eyes cold as durasteel, bearing an intense dislike for the creature they gazed upon. “He still doesn’t get it, does he, boss?” Long, slender fingers reached to trace across Luke’s neck. “This piece of scum is gonna have to make a decision one way or another, and ain’t nobody getting out of here alive.” Though he felt pressure on his neck, he did not register any sensation on his skin as those fingers continued to drag. And that’s when it hit him – the source of his pain, before, was a collar, set to administer electric shocks, should he disobey.
It took a great deal of self-control to keep from emptying the contents of his stomach right then and there.
What did they want with him? With the others? These didn’t seem like typical bounty hunters or even slavers. There was something far more… sadistic to them that set Luke on edge.
The leader, whoever or whateverthey were, met Luke’s gaze again with a sharp-toothed grin. “Ye’ll be comin’ with us regardless, wretch, don’t you worry. And you’re far too valuable to take in dead, so don’t ya go tryin’ to sacrifice yerself. I know that’s how you hero-types operate. But I need yer opinion. See, I just can’t decide who’s gonna be dead weight. One o’ yer Rebellion buddies? Could be a bit more defiant than they’re worth, even if they are skilled. Or maybe one o’ these peasant-type folks. Much more docile, but lacking in skills. So whaddya think… little Jedi?”
His blood turned to ice in his veins, and his eyes flew wide as he gained full awareness of his situation. They knew. Somehow, they knew he had the Force. No wonder they’d called him valuable. (That was stomach churning on its own; comparing his life to others and knowing it was only because he had been born with some talent they lacked made him feel even queasier.) He still didn’t know, fully, how he’d landed himself in this situation, but Luke absolutely didn’t know how he was supposed to get himself out.
Without a miracle – or some very quick thinking he was not capable of summoning at the moment – someone was going to have to suffer because of him.
This realization prominent in his mind, he scanned the faces one last time, eyes finally landing on the familiar features of one of his wingmates, Wedge Antilles. He wore fire in his eyes, a righteous rage against what they were being subjected to, and the heat in that expression was almost enough to make Luke sweat. Wedge’s face slackened when his eyes found Luke, revealing sympathy and care as they exchanged heavy, mournful glances.
In an instant, the fire reignited as Wedge’s gaze flickered from his friend to his captor, and he began to struggle. “Don’t say anything, Luke, they’re just trying to get to you!” He gritted his teeth, a significant look exchanged between them and then – “The bird of prey has already left her nest. You know she always flies true, given the time.”
Bird of prey? Bird of prey… Luke considered that for a moment that felt like an eternity before finally realizing – The Falcon! Of course they’d sent out a distress signal. Han and Chewie (and, maybe, Leia) would know where to find them. There was hope for the lot of them yet. He just had to keep stalling.
Turning his eyes towards the leader, Luke narrowed his eyes. “How do I know,” he croaked, “that you’re telling the truth? About not having enough room? About someone having to die?” He felt the gears in his mind turning so fast he could scarcely keep up, and his mouth seemed to act before his brain could finish processing. “You get more out of taking people alive, you have to, so why wouldn’t you make it work? What is this about? Why are you – ”
The sound of blasterfire cut his words short, and the eyes that had been filled with flames just moments before now stared at him blankly, shock and defiance blending with the unmistakable emptiness that accompanied death.
Wedge was dead.
And…
And it was Luke’s fault.
Perhaps not directly. He hadn’t given the word. He hadn’t pulled the trigger. But they had both been defiant, and now his friend was dead.
The others were crying out in shock, those who dimly registered as fellow Rebels shrieking in outrage, the innocents wailing in horror. Luke was silent. He was in shock. Through everything, he hadn’t expected… this.
“Foolish little Jedi. You have no idea who we are or what we want. Don’t presume to guess. Just know that your fate holds a particular interest to us, and we will see it through. Now, it is time for you to sleep again, and face your new life on the other side. Rest well, little Jedi.”
He didn’t. A bite in his neck pumped him full of drugs once more, and a fitful, restless unconsciousness overtook him. The lifeless expression of his former friend haunted him, the dull eyes still filled with raw emotion burned into his vision, even through his faded awareness. He had no idea what was in store for him, but Luke was certain that this anguish was only the beginning…
“Please don’t move!” | Haemorrhage
Ignore that it is May 2022. This was in my drafts from last years challenge.
“What happened?”
Kerry wasn’t sure who said it, but she found herself awkwardly positioned on the ground, head in her hands, a knee pulled close to her chest as she finally heard it.
“I…” her heart was beating fast; her voice stuttered. She could feel panic setting into her like a fire burning in her stomach, only she didn’t know why.
She couldn’t think straight at all, so she just kept her head down. It was easier that way. And maybe when she looked up it would make sense when she was ready.
Her eyes were shut tight as she thought back, trying to remember what exactly had happened. She didn’t know why this question had been directed to her.
Could they not tell she didn’t know?
Everything was silent. Not peaceful. But silent. This silence was heavy. She could feel its pressure all over her body. She felt around her head, her hands sequentially going over each recognizable feature as she tried to ground herself. She could feel her glasses. The mundane finding brought a wash of relief throughout her body.
She had her glasses. Something was normal.
But her head still ached. That wasn’t normal. A dull ache contrasted against the stinging feeling on the forehead. She moved her hand up. It was sticky.
“I’m bleeding?”
Her words sounded distant even to herself. Everything was dark and muddled, she wasn’t even sure she had spoken aloud. The only confirmation was when the voice returned.
“Are…are you okay?”
For the first time, Kerry noticed that the voice sounded just as unsteady as she felt. It was strained, forced out with an abnormal amount of effort. Something was wrong.
Kerry turned on the ground towards the voice. It whimpered. But this time it wasn’t as clouded, she recognized the voice.
With growing concern, she started to crawl towards it. It was still dark and the area she was in was cramped. She extended a hand outwards, pressing down into the carpet and pulling herself forward. Only it didn’t feel like carpet.
She felt the pool of blood. The pool of blood she was leaning on. The pool of blood that was holding her upright.
“Oh god, Susan!” She called out, her brain making connections without her. She didn’t know why she had screamed the woman’s name. Nothing made sense.
She slowly pulled herself to sit upright, opening her eyes. And for the first time, it wasn’t dark anymore. It was right there in front of her. The answers to all the questions.
Kerry’s eyes meet the blondes, wide, scared, and wet with tears.
“Is…is that your blood?” Kerry asked. It was a stupid question. She knew the answer.
It was quiet, and then, “It is. My head, my back, everything hurts.”
Susan was clutching at her wound, her other hand over her mouth and eyes closed.
Kerry watched in horror as blood seeped through her fingers as she pressed them against Susan’s neck.
It was then the world rushed back into focus.
And it all came back to her with violence.
The seminar. The terror. The screams.
Susan.
“Please don’t move!” Kerry sputtered out, swapping out Susan’s weak hands for her own and pushing down on the entry wounds. “I’m here. I’m here.”
This snippet takes place in the same universe as Recovery, the hurt/comfort series I’ve had the pleasure of co-writing with LuvEwan, Firondoiel, and sanerontheinside.
Based on @dontfeeltoohot ‘s sickfic whumptober prompt list
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Fuzzy pain tugged at the corners of Obi-Wan’s consciousness. He barely registered it. An awkward lump of pillows supported his back, dipping slightly in the middle–ugh, he had allen asleep on the couch again.
Someone was moving around in the kitchen. [Qui-Gon?] he probed their Force-bond carefully, and only a pleasant hum replied. Qui-Gon was not too far, likely somewhere in the Temple.
The old sofa creaked as he reached for the light, and he heard footsteps in the common area scurrying in response.
“Hi!” Anakin said.
“Where’s Qui-Gon?” Obi-Wan mumbled groggily.
“He had to go talk to Master Yoda about Ragoon 6. He said it might take a while. Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine,” Obi-Wan affirmed.
“Do you want to get in your chair? I’m not as strong as Master Qui-Gon but I bet if we worked together we could manage it!”
Obi-Wan wished that he were ten years old and had that kind of energy. Anakin was already moving back towards the door to fetch the hoverchair. Obi-Wan suppressed a sharp whine as he shifted his spine to sit up halfway. Nope, that wouldn’t do. This morning’s painkillers were ancient history.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan called out to stop him. “Maybe after…um, maybe in a couple minutes. Can you bring me the pill organizer from the counter?”
“Oh, right. Master Qui-Gon said that, too. I’m supposed to make sure you take two of the blue ones, and one of the pink ones cut in half. And you can take the white one if your tummy’s upset, but you don’t have to.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan huffed. “Just bring it to me, please.”
Obi-Wan tried to pay attention as Anakin babbled, but found himself dozing in and out. Qui-Gon would worry about him sleeping on the couch too often, and whether it was good for his back. Obi-Wan daydreamed about just melting into the soft cushions, letting the old couch claim him. Two hours later, he was just awake enough to register the noise of the front door, then Anakin’s feet scurrying across the room to warn Qui-Gon to be quiet.
“He’s still not up?”
“No, he was,” Anakin whispered back. “He took his pills, and had like, one bite of toast.”
“Hmm,” Qui-Gon sighed. Obi-Wan kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep. The middle cushion dipped as he sat down beside them.
“I know you said it could take a really long time. But I think he’s getting a little better,” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan almost snorted and gave the game away. He felt Qui-Gon’s calloused hand stroking the hair on his forehead. “Of course he is,” Qui-Gon agreed. “But it’s hard work, Anakin. He’s very tired most of the time.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but stir a little bit.
“Good morning, Obi,” Qui-Gon whispered as he placed a kiss on his padawan’s forehead.
Inktober day 7 + whumptober prompt from @thewitcherbog: Stabbed
Sometimes you just need to injure musician’s hands.
Whumptober Prompt : Gagged
Whumptober Prompt: Presumed Dead (?)
↝ whumptober day 01: shackled
Akechi wakes up aching. He doesn’t remember how he got here but he’s shackled to something hard and flat—he cranes his neck up and ignores the powerful stab of pain in his head and neck. It looks like stone. It looks like his legs are shackled too.
He lets his head drop back down and tries to think. They were chasing a serial killer in the Metaverse—this is his palace.
But if Akechi is here, where are the rest of them? Not better off than him, for sure.
He makes a decision and grits his teeth. This is one of those tricks he hoped would never have to come in (ha) handy. But he doesn’t want to wait around for a crazy serial killer to get to him, so needs must.
Doesn’t make it easier to dislocate his thumb on purpose. He yanks and twists with brutal force, ignoring the pain as best as he can and swallowing the shrieks down to soft hisses when he can’t. But he whimpers when he finally gets his right hand free, and sits up to stare at his mangled hand through blurry eyes.
It’s just the pain getting to you, he tells himself, and doesn’t think about how bodily injuries incurred here stay in the real world too.
Then he yanks out his other hand.