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Renfield (2023)

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Atomic Blonde (2017)

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Bad Thing Happen Bingo requests open

I will be doing a Bad Things Happen Bingo Card, and you can make your requests from it!

The prompts on the card can be found below the cut. The striked-through ones are already taken and can no longer be requested for.

Choose the prompt you like and choose a character from the list with fandoms / characters I write for (the list can be found here), and submit your request through my Ask Box. Please clearly specify the prompt and the character of your choice. The character you choose will be the whumpee. Only one prompt per request.

Please don't leave me

Bleeding through the bandages

Hiding an injury

Dislocated joint - Henry Loomis (Jurassic World)

Painful wound cleaning

Handcuffed / manacled

Panic attack

Searching for a pulse

Not ready to talk about it

Chloroformed

Stabbing

Doesn't realize they've been injured - Theseus Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Tortured for information - Joe or Nicky (The Old Guard)

Barely conscious

Trying not to cry

Get it over with

"I'm fine."

Headache / migraine - Rafael Barba (Law & Order: SVU)

Worked themselves to exhaustion

Gunshot wound

Fever - Morpheus (The Sandman)

Bloodied knuckles - Evan Buckley (911)

Passing out from pain

No anesthetic

Struggling against the caretaker

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Batman Begins (2005)

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X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)

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Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, s14e3

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Untamed, s1e6

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The Old Guard (2020)

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The Walking Dead, s10e10

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The Sandman, s2e6

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The Accountant (2016)

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Jurassic World: Rebirth (2025)

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Wednesday, s2e4

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The Old Guard 2 (2025)

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Black Adam (2022)

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Aftershock, chapter 4 - a The Old Guard fanfiction

Fandom: The Old Guard Characters: Joe, Nicky, Andy, Booker Word count: 1511 Warnings: Lots of angst and hurt/comfort. Contains descriptions of injury, torture and anxiety / PTSD.

Summary: When Nicky is captured and tortured, Joe is left to pick up the pieces. Both of Nicky, and of himself.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 Read story on AO3

A/N: this is the last chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it! 😇

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After Nicky had passed out, Joe and Booker carried him into the truck’s cargo space. Andy had found some clean looking moving blankets, which she laid out on the truck’s floor. Joe then made sure one folded up blanket served as pillow, and another blanket was draped over Nicky to keep him warm. 

"Will you be alright in here?" Andy frowned at the dimly lit cargo space. Joe nodded. "I’m not leaving Nicky alone no matter what, so…" Joe’s voice trailed off, but Andy understood.  "Booker thinks it’s about a four-hour drive back to the safe house," she said, placing her hand on Joe’s shoulder. "Nicky will be alright, Joe," she added softly. Joe sighed defeatedly. "He has to be." Andy let her hand slide off Joe’s shoulder and jumped out of the truck’s cargo space. She smiled reassuringly at Joe, before closing the doors. 

Joe sat with his back against the compartment wall. The cargo space was lit by a single lamp on the ceiling, but that was sufficient for Joe to see Nicky lying beside him, which was all that mattered to him. His hand rested on Nicky’s side, feeling his now calm breathing. 

Joe leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and finally allowed himself some real rest. He only focused on the comforting feeling of Nicky beside him once more, and finally, for the first time in almost a week, Joe fell into a real sleep. 

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Joe awoke with a startle. His dreams hadn’t been entirely pleasant, but he still felt refreshed from his nap. A quick check of his watch told him that he had slept for just over an hour. Great… only three more hours to drive. 

Joe glanced beside him at Nicky and the worry was instantly back in his chest. A frown was on Nicky’s face, even though he still seemed unconscious. His hands and shoulders twitched constantly, and his breathing was once again laboured and slightly uneven.  "Nicky, caro, easy." Joe ran his hand over Nicky’s side in an attempt to settle him. But before Joe even fully realized what was happening, Nicky came to life.

Jumping to his feet, Nicky let out a heartbreaking, panicked wail. He stumbled to the other end of the truck’s cargo space in a panic, and came to a halt against the wall. "What…?" Joe stood up as well, staring at Nicky in disbelief. Nicky stood unsteady on his feet, every muscle trembling, and he was hyperventilating. He had his shoulder and side pressed to the wall, shrinking in on himself, and keeping as much distance between himself and Joe as possible. 

"Nicolo?" Joe swallowed away the lump in his throat. "Nicolo, talk to me." Joe took a step closer, but Nicky recoiled like he’d been burned. He knew Nicky wasn’t in his right mind, but that movement still felt like a punch in the gut to Joe. Never, in all their centuries together, had Nicky ever backed away from him like this. 

"No, no, no." Nicky muttered anxiously, shaking his head from side to side. "No more. I can’t take any more. Please…" Joe’s heart broke into a million pieces at seeing Nicky like this. The painful realization came to him that Nicky was reliving his horrendous torture of the past days. "Nicky…" Joe stood helplessly in the middle of the truck. Not once had he not known what to say to the love of his life, but right now he was lost for words. 

A rather violent sway from the truck, which made both of them scramble for balance, sent Nicky completely out of control. He wailed, pulling at his own hair like a madman, pressing himself harder against the wall to keep the distance between himself and Joe. "Leave me! I can’t take it anymore…" Nicky whimpered in between panicked breaths. "Please… end it, just end it now!"

Joe started crying silently as he just stood there, unable to do anything. Nicky’s raw fear and panic ripped Joe to shreds, the whimpers and pleas tearing right through his soul.  "Nicky, please…" Joe sobbed, not even trying to hold back his tears anymore. "No, no, no, no." Nicky frantically shook his head. He covered his eyes with his hands like a little child scared of the monster under his bed. 

Joe saw his chance. He closed the distance between himself and Nicky with two big strides, and gently wrapped his hands around Nicky’s wrists. Nicky gasped in fright at the sudden touch, but didn’t struggle against Joe’s grasp.  "It’s me, you’re safe." Joe gently pulled Nicky’s hands away from his face. "Please, look at me." Nicky trembled. His shaky, panicked breaths quivered on his lips. Those eyes Joe knew so well, were wide with pain and trauma. "J–Joe?" Nicky’s voice was barely audible. "Help me."

And then, Nicky broke down altogether. He fell to his knees, crying uncontrollably. Everything that had happened to him, his capture, his torture, poured out of him now that he was out of that torture room and alone with the one person he loved and trusted unconditionally: Joe. 

Joe fell to his knees, too, hugging Nicky tightly. Nicky leaned into Joe’s embrace, burying his face against Joe’s shoulder and sobbing audibly. "Ssh." Joe shushed through his own tears, running his hand comfortingly over Nicky’s back. He practically felt Nicky shatter into a million pieces in his arms. 

Joe softly rocked the both of them from side to side to try and calm Nicky. "Let it all out," he mumbled, "you’re safe, you’re safe with me." "I can still feel the p–pain." Nicky shuddered at the memory of his torture. "The knives in my flesh, the bullets, the lashes of that knotted rope…" He gasped for breath through a sob. "And they knew, Joe, they knew I was healing, that every time they killed me I would be coming back… And then they did it all over again…" Nicky pressed himself closer to Joe, seeking his comfort and warmth as he cried. 

Joe closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of Nicky’s head. Tears streamed down his face as he listened to what Nicky had had to endure. He had imagined what the torture must have been like, but actually hearing Nicky say and confirm it made it so much worse. 

"If I could," Joe’s voice was thick with emotion, "I would carry all that pain and hurt for you, so you wouldn’t have to any longer." Nicky shifted in Joe’s arms, leaning in even closer. He knew Joe would go to hell and back for him, as he would for Joe, but hearing Joe say it always made his heart flutter with love. Even now, in his traumatized and broken state, Nicky felt the butterflies in his stomach. "You don’t know what you’re saying," Nicky sniffled brokenly. Joe tightened his embrace. "I know exactly what I’m saying."

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It took a long while for Nicky to finally calm down. He sat in Joe’s embrace all that time, not once having the desire to move away from it. But this episode had taken a heavy toll on his already weakened physique. He shivered, cold from the total exhaustion.  "You need sleep," Joe said.  "So do you," Nicky chuckled softly. "There’s no lie in that." Joe smiled and pressed a kiss into Nicky’s hair. "Come on, let’s sleep. It’s still at least a two-hour drive until we reach the safe house."

Nicky pulled out of Joe’s embrace and crawled back over to the blanket which still lay on the floor on the other end of the truck. He basically collapsed onto it as soon as he reached it. Joe quickly followed, lying down behind Nicky, his chest pressed against Nicky’s back. He snaked an arm over Nicky’s side, reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers. 

"Sleep." Joe whispered close to Nicky’s ear. "You’ll feel better eventually, I promise." Nicky’s eyes were already closed. Joe’s warmth and his arm comfortingly around him were what Nicky needed to finally relax completely. "Will you keep the nightmares away?" He asked softly. Joe gave Nicky’s hand a gentle squeeze. "Always." "Thank you." Nicky snuggled even more comfortably against Joe. He felt himself already blissfully glide towards sleep. He trusted that Joe indeed would keep the nightmares away, so Nicky slowly let sleep overtake him.

Joe felt all the tension drain from Nicky’s muscles, and knew he had fallen asleep. They still had a long way to go to full recovery, but he was confident they would get there. Joe nuzzled his face against the back of Nicky’s neck, feeling his skin under his lips once more and inhaling his trusted scent. "You’ll be alright," Joe mumbled against Nicky’s neck. It wasn’t necessarily meant for Nicky to hear, but rather a promise Joe made to the both of them. "I’ll make sure you’ll be alright again."

Joe closed his eyes, and within a matter of seconds he had fallen asleep, too. Once again in each other’s arms, they both slept peacefully.

Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback on my fanfictions is highly appreciated 😇

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Fanfic requests open

So... this is the dumb*ss who managed to erase all the pending requests I still had and is now unable to recover them 🥴🥴 Therefore: MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 😅

For now, I will only take requests from my prompts list, which has been updated with lots of new prompts. The list with what fandoms and characters I write for has been added to as well.

Some handy links for you:

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A complete list of what fandoms and characters I write for

You can make a request from me through the form below. Keep in mind that all my fanfics are whumpy, mainly focusing on the angst and hurt/comfort. Please note: I am not the fastest writer and have a rather busy life outside of writing, so it may take some time for your request to be posted ☺️