#augusnippets 2024's masterlist

[whumpkink]

AUGUSNIPPETS 2024

all the fills for this event, please do check the warnings in each piece before proceeding.

Day 01. gaslightning

Day 02. hair care

Day 03. thunderstorm

Day 04. (alt) whipping

Day 05. concussed caretaking

Day 06. car accident

Day 07. numb

Day 08. friends

Day 09. hypothermia

Day 10. begging for mercy

Day 11. escape

Day 12. lost

Day 13. poisoning

Day 14. toys

Day 15. throwing up

Day 16. dehumanization

Day 17. forgiveness

Day 18. infection

Day 19. collared

Day 20. homemade meal

Day 21. hallucinations

Day 22. recapture

Day 23. gentle touch

Day 24. (alt) flashbacks

Day 25. intimate whumper

Day 26. snuggling

Day 27. migraines

Day 28. (alt) forced to watch

Day 29. (alt) protective caretaker

Day 30. self-harm

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 24

Path of Whumperless Whump Prompt; "Animal Attack"

Day 24 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

- Unnamed Fey of various Clans

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 499

TWs; referenced animal attack/s, hunter turned prey

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, examining the tracks before them. Large and wolf-like, they belonged to some massive creature that had been killing lone Fey hunters and stealing livestock.

They were to bring back it's head, the hunting party had been told. There were three Fey hunters and two other warriors all of varying clans, and as the best tracker the Fey had, Lancelot had been tasked to accompany them. None made any effort to talk to him, muttering in Old Fey between themselves; they'd outright insulted him three times in the last hour alone but he'd not deigned to inform them he both understood- and spoke- the language.

Silently he had lead them thus far, yet something was niggling in the back of his mind. Something... off.

The trail had been relatively easy to follow, a good ten miles into the encroaching woodland, but within the last mile or so the prints had become become... cryptic in their movements.

The patten was now strange and weaving, drawing them deeper and deeper into the forest. The pawprints darted nearly methodically to the left, ducked into the undergrowth, then veered right and did the same on the other side, repeating over and over.

At a guess they weren't too far behind it now, perhaps half a mile, given that Lancelot could not hear nor smell the telltale signs they were close. Not yet.

Lancelot crouched down, fingertips brushing into the impression of the pawpad that had caught his eye, drawing his hand back. Blood. This pawpad had a speckle of blood- as if the beast had trodden on a thorn...

He splayed his hand next to the mark, which spread several hand lengths, glancing back at the previous tracks that wove into the bushes this one had come from...

"Shit..." He whispered, doubling back, and sure enough, he confirmed his hunch.

The tracks wove between the undergrowth with such subtle differences between them that he hadn't noticed before, but now that he had it was glaringly obvious. Only one in every four or so of these individual paths carried a speck of blood on the front right paw...

Which meant this was not one beast... It was a pack. One smart enough to hide their numbers...

And these creatures had lead them out here on purpose.

"Draw your swords! We've been ambushed!" Lancelot barked, standing quickly.

At the same moment as steel scraped against scabbard did a low, rumbling growl sound from the undergrowth.

A pair of slitted amber eyes locked onto Lancelot's, it's long, curved teeth bared in a vast maw. It stepped forth into the dappled light above, a paw several times bigger than his face pressing into the dirt, laced with blood.

Flanking their left and right came the rustling of others, more yellow eyes fixed upon the group, snarling, hungry, ready to devour.

Lancelot faced the first, raising his chin in defiance towards the beast.

With a flash of black and brown fur it lept upon him...

I had fun with this one but oh BOY editing it down was difficult. I cut out an entire 400 word section describing all the undergrowth and the trees, and another several hundered words of the group finding an animal carcass... stupidly, I thought I had copied it into my forgot "Fridge Your Darlings" file, but alas I had not. Definitely think I'll rewrite this without that soft word limit for the main fic, and continue it!

Thanks for reading as always, onto the next!