#augusnippets day 26 snuggling

[abubblingcandle]

Augusnippets Day 26 - Snuggling - Ted Lasso

Jan is perfectly happy sat on his own in the nerd seats of the bus but then Jamie comes along and changes everything

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Jan knew he was more mature than his teammates. His parents had always called him an old soul and that coupled with the cultural barrier meant that he often wasn’t on the same wavelength as the other players. There was no time this was more clear than on the trip back home from matches. No matter the result Captain Isaac was determined that they needed a party atmosphere. There were card games going on, thumping drum and bass music and shouting over the thumping drum and bass music. This wasn’t Jan’s cup of tea. So he put on his noise cancelling headphones got out his book and tried to read. It was a well known fact that was what Jan Maas did on the bus and everyone should leave him to it.

Which is why he startled one trip when Jamie slumped down into the seat next to him with a smile. “This seat taken?” Jamie asked, even though it was very clear that no one was sat there and Jamie was making himself at home.

“It never is,” Jan stated, frowning at Jamie. Jamie nodded, smile seeming to get even wider.

“Mint, yeah,” Jamie nodded, pulling out his headphones and slipping them over one ear before glancing back to Jan Maas. “You don’t mind?”

“It doesn’t look like I have much of a choice, will you be quiet?” Jan waved his book slightly in Jamie’s direction.

“Hell yeah, obvs. That’s why …” Jamie shrugged as he paused, “I’ve like got really into audiobooks lately and the lads are a bit loud.”

Jan’s tense posture eased slightly as Jamie made that confession. A quiet seat buddy wouldn’t be too bad. He could always kick Jamie back to the rear of the bus if he was a pain.

It became the new routine. Jan and Jamie would sit next to each other. Jan would read his book, Jamie would listen to his book only occasionally whispering something if there was a word or phrase he didn’t understand but Jan didn’t mind it. It was a calm equilibrium that took a another slight shift after the Brighton game. It was a late finish but not late enough that they needed to stay over. Roy helped a hopping Jamie back onto the bus and dropped him off in the seat next to Jan. Jamie had worked ten times as hard as the rest of them trying to escape the two defenders that clung to him and getting knocked to the floor whenever he had the ball. There were no major injuries but his knee was more bruise than normal coloured skin and he would be sore in the morning. Before Jan could offer to move to give Jamie a double seat to stretch over, Jamie’s head lolled sideways and plopped onto Jan’s shoulder. His eyes flickered closed and he showed no signs of moving. “Jamie?” Jan questioned.

“Sorry, I’ll move,” Jamie muttered, slowly opening his eyes.

“It’s fine.” That wasn’t what Jan was planning on saying when he opened his mouth but he could work with it. It was fine that Jamie was using his shoulder as a pillow, he had smaller siblings meaning he was used to being slept on. He just didn’t think that Jamie would be fine with that. “Do you need your headphones?”

Jamie slowly shook his head, somehow moving closer to Jan in the process, “too tired.”

Jan just nodded as the engine rumbled to life. As they moved, Jamie’s breath started to settled. Jan looked out of the corner of his eye and Jamie surely couldn’t be comfortable with his body tilted painfully over the middle armrest and his leg stretched out. With a sigh more for anyone watching’s benefit than anything else, Jan raised the armrest and caught Jamie as he slumped even further. He pushed the empty seat next to Roy as far forward as it would go, ignoring a knowing look from the coach, and wrangled Jamie closer. The other man slept through it all but was now tucked, leaning against Jan’s chest with one of Jan’s arms wrapped over his chest. The book was in Jan’s other hand as he leant backwards and read. Jamie’s warmth against his chest was soothing and the little purr of Jamie’s steady breathing was a fine enough backdrop to his reading.

Yeah, he didn’t mind this at all.

[autobot2001]

In the Quiet of Comfort

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Things are quiet for a short period until Jamie has a nightmare about the earlier events. Continued from day 25.

Day 26; @augustofwhump heartbeat @augusnippets - path of comfort; nightmare/warm blanket/snuggling

With Jamie asleep, Crosshairs washes his bedding. Drift will start his and Jamie’s before dinner. Drift sits on the couch, trying to distract himself from the earlier incident, but it’s impossible. With Jamie’s mental struggle as it is, Drift is terrified of what Jamie could think when she wakes up. Drift thought Crosshairs would return once everything was in the washing machines. Despite using two washing machines, the laundry will still take time. He hopes Crosshairs isn’t looking for the soldiers.

Crosshairs hasn’t returned after two hours. Drift only hopes that Crosshairs didn’t get himself into trouble. It’s strange to him that Crosshairs is waiting for the bedding to be washed before returning. Jamie’s whimpering breaks the silence of the room. While this has never happened before after soldiers targeted her, Drift is certain Jamie is having a nightmare. He is careful as he picks Jamie up. “Shh, you’re safe,” Drift whispers as he walks toward the couch. Drift sits on the couch and positions Jamie sitting on his lap. Crosshairs is concerned, hearing Jamie cry as he walks into the room. He drops the folded sheets and pillowcases onto the coffee table, goes behind the couch, and puts the warm blanket over Drift. He then joins them under the blanket. The three snuggle while the two mechs get Jamie to calm down. Knowing why she’s upset and had a nightmare is heartbreaking for them. Drift has Jamie lean on him, feeling his heartbeat. He knows this has helped calm her before. Jamie is quick to calm down. Crosshairs turns on the TV. The two mechs hope she’ll relax.

[whumplump]

Day 26 of @augusnippets (1)

Prompts used: warm blanket, snuggling

CW: hurt/comfort

Whumpee wrapped themselves tighter and tighter in the blanket with each new thunder that sounded. It seemed so close, they could swear they felt the shock of the lightning's electricity through their body. With each new booming sound, they flinched as if they had been hit, until they disappeared under the covers, looking like a quivering little ball of fur.

Caretaker entered the room and chuckled to themselves when they saw Whumpee's condition. They approached and knelt on the floor, to be at the height of their friend, who was on the sofa. They lay forward, wrapping their arms around Whumpee. The scared little ball of fur stopped shaking.

Caretaker continued to hug them without saying anything. Over time, Whumpee calmed down and was no longer afraid of the lightning, as they were already sleeping peacefully and would not wake up anytime soon.

[evilwriter37]

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Augusnippets Day 26

Nightmare/Snuggling

Rated: general

Warnings: none

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Snotlout was awake. He was sure he was awake, because the nightmare had faded, but now he was left in the dark.

And It was going to get him. 

He didn’t know what It was, but It was out there, waiting, watching. He could barely breathe. If he moved, he’d be caught and attacked. 

Tuffnut mumbled something in his sleep beside him, and Snotlout nearly jumped out of his skin. He sat up with a scream, looking around in the dark in a panic. He couldn’t see! It was going to get him!

“Dude, what… what is it?” Tuffnut asked sleepily. He rolled onto his side to look at Snotlout, who sat there stiffly, hands balled into fists in the blanket. 

“N-nightmare,” Snotlout choked out. “I…” He didn’t know how to explain. 

Tuffnut put a hand over one of his. He wasn’t always good at comforting people, but that touch was calming Snotlout down. It wouldn’t get him. It wasn’t here.

“Lay back down,” Tuffnut said. “We can cuddle.”

“Are you even really awake?” Snotlout asked him. He did as he said though, laying back down, snuggling up close to him.

“Mm… maybe…”

Snotlout gave a light laugh. His boyfriend was probably still asleep, or at least half asleep, but he still wanted to comfort him. He found that sweet. 

Closing his eyes, leaning into Tuffnut’s warmth, Snotlout gave a tired sigh, and went back to sleep.

[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 26

Nightmare / Warm Blanket / Snuggling

past abuse, mostly fluff

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Caretaker walked into the bedroom, finding Whumpee curled up on the floor sleeping. They knelt down beside the unconscious figure, sighing. "That doesn't look comfy at all, honey... I bought you a bed, Whumpee..." they fretted, stroking Whumpee's head.

"Ohh, I know. I'll give you my blanket, okay?" Caretaker pulled their blanket over Whumpee's body.

They slid the blanket on, taking time to tuck the sleeping form in. Whumpee tensed, then slowly calmed.

A small smile crossed Caretaker's face as the younger boy slept comfortably for the first time.

[missr3n3]

Augusnippets Day 26

nightmare/warm blanket/snuggling

fandom: cabin tales (rotten roots au) TW: nightmare, referenced torture, referenced lady whump word count: 522 @augusnippets

Golden handcuffs rattling around her wrists, tethering her helplessly to the floor.

Peter laying limp in the basement, blood pouring from too many lacerated or severed appendages to count.

His own father standing over his son's dying body, boning knife in hand.

Blue-grey eyes meeting Sarah's terrified gaze.

There was no saving Peter. She would be next.

A horrified scream.

Said scream made Sarah bolt upright in her childhood bed as she awoke.

Bed… I'm in my bed. Blinking away tears in her eyes, Sarah's vision adjusted to the darkness. I'm in my room, back at the farm house. And Peter…

Her gaze anxiously drifted to her open door. Peter was in the guest room right next to her own, though his door was locked tight from the outside – a mutually agreed upon measure to keep Sarah's fears at bay.

Said measure had backfired. Not a single sound was heard in the hall, nor through the adjoining wall. No snoring, no shifting blankets, not even breathing. The only sound was a chorus of crickets sheltered by crops Peter had surprisingly managed to revive.

It… It couldn't hurt to check inside. Slowed by exhaustion, Sarah reached into the drawer beneath her nightstand, retrieving the key to the guest room – the only key. Either he's still in there and knows better than to try anything, or…

Each creak of old, weathered floorboards beneath Sarah's bare feet amplified her nerves. She wondered if she'd have a heart attack as she unlocked the door.

At first, there was relief – Peter was, in fact, still in the guest room, alive and no more harmed than what he sustained during the Easter Incident.

Then, disappointment. Peter was also awake, and clearly had his ear pressed against the adjoining wall before Sarah opened the door.

“What are you doing?” Sarah rasped, lump in her throat persisting.

“I-I'm sorry,” Peter stammered, his back pressed against the headboard in an effort to make himself smaller, non-threatening. “I just – I h-heard you screaming, a-and I was worried, so…” As Sarah stared into Peter's shaking, scarlet eye, he quickly picked up her distrust. “I'm being honest,” he tried. “I thought… I thought you were- that they had…” Sarah sighed, risking entering the room.

“Would you believe I thought the same?” She sat on the opposite side of the bed from Peter.

“Yeah…” Silence returned to the guest bedroom, save for the crickets.

“Peter,” Sarah muttered, just as surprised by the words leaving her mouth as him. “Can… Can I stay in here for a little while? Just ‘til I get my head on straight.”

“Of course!” Peter pulled his knees to his chest. “I-it's your house. I'm the guest. S-speaking of that…” Sarah cocked her head as Peter's gaze drifted to the floor. “Um, you can tell me if there's anything more I can do to help. Make some tea, o-or put my eye patch on-”

“I don't mind your… your eye.” It almost felt like a cruel joke, referring to the hole on the right side of Peter's face as his eye. “But… some tea would be nice.”

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets 2024 Masterlist- Completed

(Ao3 Link)

Character Masterlists; (1: Whumpees/Caretakers/Allies) (2: Whumpers/Enemies)

Fandom; Cursed (Netflix)

Pairing; Lancewain - Lancelot x Gawain - The Weeping Monk x The Green Knight

These snippets may contain major spoilers for Horizons to Battlegrounds!!!

Progress:

Total Completion: 31/31 - COMPLETE!

Path of Hurt; COMPLETE

Path of Comfort; COMPLETE

Path of Whumperless Whump; COMPLETE

Total Wordcount: 16,665

Average Daily Wordcount: 537

Links to all completed days of @augusnippets whump writing event 2024 below!

Day 1: Hypnosis/Brainwashing (337)

Day 2: Platonic Bathing (499)

Day 3: Thunderstorm (232)

Day 4: Alt. Forced To Watch (736)

Day 5: Feverish Caretaking - Part 1 (551)

Day 6: Alt. Medical Complications (624)

Day 7: Choking (527)

Day 8: Found Family/Friends (570)

Day 9: Overheating + Feverish Caretaking - Part 2 (228)

Day 10: Execution + Whipping (492)

Day 11: Escape + Poison - Part 1 (554)

Day 12: Trapped (500)

Day 13: Escape + Poison - Part 2 (591)

Day 14: Gifts/Celebration (737)

Day 15: Throwing Up - Part 1 (500)

Day 16: Humiliation + Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 1 (831)

Day 17: Alt. Snuggling + Throwing Up - Part 2 (699)

Day 18: Infection + Feverish Caretaking Part 3 (752)

Day 19: Branded + Flashbacks (531)

Day 20: Gentle Touch (607)

Day 21: Alt. Drugging + Delirium (815)

Day 22: Captivity/Recapture (498)

Day 23: Massage (283)

Day 24: Animal Attack (499)

Day 25: Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 2 (498)

Day 26: Snuggling + Flashbacks (599)

Day 27: Chronic Pain (366)

Day 28: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 1 (434)

Day 29: Singing (453)

Day 30: Self-Harm (676)

Day 31: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 2; Breaking the Conditioning + Forgiveness (449)

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Twice The Suffering

Summary: Augusnippets Day 26 2024. Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. After they take a life together, Hiccup wakes up in a cold sweat.

Warnings: Murder Mention, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: No

Words: 484

Prompts: Nightmares, Warm Blanket, Snuggling

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Oooh, this one's been coming for a little while now. Hiccup and Toothless get a moment to themselves for once.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

With a cry followed by hyperventilating does Hiccup shoot upright in bed. Bathed in his own cold sweat, his eyes quickly meets Toothless’ as he stares at him, head and forelegs previously resting on the foot end while the rest lies curled up on the floor.

For a moment he’s confused with his presence. Then he remembers. Oh right, they killed a man and his mother rewarded them for good behavior. She’s no longer keeping them apart.

It was that man Hiccup was having a nightmare about.

Hunching forward and resting his head in his hands, he can feel a migraine pounding at the forefront. It’s always the same spot; there where the implants are.

He can’t cry, he was only given one emotional burst and he just had it. Even so, the guilt eats him alive.

The guilt eats him because it’s eating Toothless, too.

Whining, the dragon tries to make his human brother look at him. However, across their bond, he can feel a strong rejection to the idea. All the other dragons in the Sanctuary are asleep, he’s allowed some rare “me-time.”

So Toothless won’t push him, he won’t make him connect. Instead, he pushes his nose onto his lap and Hiccup lies down on top of him. The migraine would’ve stopped him if this kind of suffering wasn’t a near daily occurence for him. Pain-free days are non-existent and his stump has stopped being the most painful part of him a long time ago.

Toothless purrs, hoping the sound and affection will soothe him.

In the darkness, listening to his purring, Hiccup takes a look at his room. His blank… blank room. At least his room at the Defenders wasn’t empty after five years of living there. It was a blank canvas because it was unoccupied, not because being the Dragon Master required he push his very personality to the deepest corners of his minds.

There’s a picture of him and his mother, one taken in the very beginning. That is his only other possession besides clothes and bed sheets.

Hiccup closes his eyes. Gods, how selfish can he be? No one else can serve a mission as great as he can. And here he is, complaining about his room like a child.

Toothless purrs even louder to drown out those thoughts and wraps his forelegs around him to imitate a hug. A flash of Astrid doing the same a couple of times flashes before both their eyes. There’s a vague lump in Hiccup’s throat and Toothless can feel the tears wet his scales. The two of them share the same sadness.

Toothless pushes his sadness forwards, adding them to his brother’s and suddenly there’s a heartbreaking whine and tears fall.

Pulling his warm blankets around himself, Hiccup curls up to his Bud, his one comfort, and Toothless hopes to purr him to a dreamless sleep.

Once he’s finished crying.

[abubblingcandle]

🌹🌹🌹

Much appreciated to keep me motivated to work on different things during the summer 💕💕💕

This one is from Day 26 of my Augusnippets for the prompt Snuggling (Seat Buddies)

Jan knew he was more mature than his teammates. His parents had always called him an old soul and that coupled with the cultural barrier meant that he often wasn’t on the same wavelength as the other players. There was no time this was more clear than on the trip back home from matches. No matter the result Captain Isaac was determined that they needed a party atmosphere. There were card games going on, thumping drum and bass music and shouting over the thumping drum and bass music. This wasn’t Jan’s cup of tea. So he put on his noise cancelling headphones got out his book and tried to read. It was a well known fact that was what Jan Maas did on the bus and everyone should leave him to it. Which is why he startled one trip when Jamie slumped down into the seat next to him with a smile.

[ronanziriano]

I did it. I somehow managed to write and post every day for 30 days. After so long writing maybe a couple hundred words per month. This is a big deal. I crave attention for my accomplishment.

Anyway, this is a masterpost for my fills for the @augusnippets event.

Day 1 - Gaslighting

Day 2 - Hair Care

Day 3 - Blizzard

Day 4 - Amputation

Day 5 - Whumpee Wearing Caretaker’s Clothes

Day 6 - Shipwreck

Day 7 - Drowning

Day 8 - Reunion

Day 9 - Dehydration

Day 10 - Execution

Day 11 - Safe and Sound

Day 12 - Avalanche

Day 13 - Drugging

Day 14 - Gifts

Day 15 - Food Poisoning/Throwing Up

Day 16 - Humiliation

Day 17 - Forgiveness

Day 18 - Apocalypse

Day 19 - Collared

Day 20 - Quenched Thirst

Day 21 - Vertigo

Day 22 - Recapture

Day 23 - Massage

Day 24 - Bear Trap

Day 25 - Whipping

Day 26 - Snuggling

Day 27 - Chronic Pain

Day 28 - Body Control

Day 29 - Tending to Non-Human Whumpee’s Non-Human Parts

Day 30 - Overdose

[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

[whumplump]

Augusnippets works Masterlist

Doing this just to be organized.

Path of HURT:

Day 1 - Gaslighting

Day 4 - Vivisection

Day 7 - Drowning

Day 10 - Execution / begging for mercy

Day 13 - Drugging, poisoning

Day 16 - Humiliation, conditioning

Day 19 - Collared, branded

Day 22 - Captivity, recapture

Day 25 - Intimate whumper, stalked

Day 28 - Mind control, body control

Path of COMFORT:

Day 2 - Platonic bathing

Day 5 - Drunk caretaking, feverish caretaking

Day 8 - Reunion / found family / friends

Day 11 - Escape / safe and sound

Day 14 - Toys, gifts, celebration

Day 17 - Forgiveness, resolving a misunderstanding

Day 20 - Homemade meal

Day 23 - Gentle touch, protective caretaker

Day 26 (1) - Warm blanket, snuggling

Day 26 (2) - Tending to non-human Whumpee's non-human parts, phantom pains

Day 29 - First words

Path of WHUMPERLESS WHUMP:

Day 3 - Blizzard

Day 6 - Car accident / plane crash / shipwreck

Day 9 - Hypothermia, dehydration

Day 12 - Lost

Day 15 - Food poisoning / starvation / throwing up

Day 18 - Infection / self administered medicine

Day 21 - Delirium, hallucinations

Day 24 - Medical complications

Day 27 - Chronic pain

Day 30 - Self harm, addiction

Day 31 (bonus day)

[evilwriter37]

Thor’s Wrath

Augusnippets Day 3

Thunderstorms

Rated: general

Warnings: none

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Hiccup hated thunderstorms. It was just a fact of life. Even after his burn scars from the lightning oh so long ago had faded, he couldn’t relax whenever there was a rumble in the sky.

“Hey, babe, you okay?” Astrid asked. She’d come to the front balcony, where Hiccup stood brooding and staring at the sky.

It was a dark sky, black and gray and mottled with green. It was going to be a big one.

Lightning flashed across the sky, momentarily blinding Hiccup. He reeled backwards, but his wife managed to catch him.

“Let’s get you inside,” Astrid said, putting an arm around his waist. “Toothless is worried.”

Hiccup wanted to say that yes, of course Toothless was worried—he’d been the one to save him from drowning after the lightning strike after all—but instead just nodded silently.

So now Hiccup sat in his house with his dragon and his very pregnant wife as the wind rose to a shrieking gale outside. He hated this. Hated it. Hiccup was 26, a Viking chief, a Dragon Rider, and soon to be father, and here he was huddling in his dragon’s legs and wings like a child because of a thunderstorm.

They were more common on New Berk, sadly. Especially big ones. Fishlegs was fascinated by it, of course, but the thought of all that wind and lighting, hail and rain, just made Hiccup’s stomach twist.

Thunder boomed so loudly it shook the house, and Hiccup was not proud of what he did. He whimpered and snuggled closer to his dragon. Toothless didn’t mind, and pulled him in tighter under his wing.

“Th-thanks, Toothless,” Hiccup rasped out. His mouth and throat were dry from his heavy breathing. “I know I can always count on you.”

Toothless cooed and rumbled, a rumble that was very much comforting, unlike the thunder assaulting his ears. He nuzzled Hiccup’s face with his nose, and it made him smile a bit.

Maybe thunderstorms weren’t all bad since he got to spend this time with Toothless.

That didn’t change the fact that Hiccup flinched when lightning illuminated the windows and thunder followed suit.

He would just have to hunker down and wait out Thor’s wrath.

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Morning

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

A peaceful morning.

A bit of early series fluff for the people c: For @augusnippets Day 26: Snuggling

Contains: Domestic Fluff

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A gentle beam of dawnlight caused Elze’ith to stir.

It was still early, early enough that the single developing sliver of light hadn’t fully illuminated their little cottage. Elze’ith blinked slowly, taking in the space. It was just as it should be, small and simple and marked with all the signs of their presence there. The cottage air was cold, but he was warm under layers of blankets and tangled together with Altair. This close, he could feel Altair’s heartbeat, slow with sleep but strong as it ever was. He listened to it for several moments, a familiar and comforting cadence, a lullaby calling him back to sleep.

With a flick of his wrist, he created a small puff of wind to close the curtain. The room dimmed, a gentle balm. Smiling, Elze’ith closed his eyes and wrapped his arm back around Altair, laying his head against his partner’s chest.

There was no rush to wake up. They could sleep a while longer. They had all the time in the world.

[astaldis]

Augusnippets Masterpost

Thank you so much @augusnippets for creating this whumptastic event with all those inspiring prompts!!! Here are my little creations, they're all for:

The Witcher (show & books)

Day 3: Blizzard - The Malheur Pass: On their way to rescue Yennefer, Geralt and his company cross the Malheur Pass - not a good idea in the middle of winter. (300 words)

Day 6: Ship Wreck - Heart of the Ocean: Sailing from Bremervoord to Thanedd on their mission to abduct Princess Cirilla and destroy the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, Cahir and the Scoia'tael hit a storm - and something else. Is it the end? (400 words)

Day 8: Friends - That Bloody Knee Again Chapter 3: In which Angoulême finds it unfair that only Geralt gets a massage (439 words)

Day 12: Lost: On their way to find Princess Cirilla, Geralt and his company get lost. (444 words)

Day 13: Poisoning - Masked In Mead: Fringilla's murder spree from S2 E7 told from Cahir's point of view. (1,257 words)

Day 15: Throwing up, Food poisoning - Don't Despair, Friends: On their journey to rescue Ciri, the members of Geralt's Hansa have to eat all kinds of grub. One day it has rather unpleasant consequences. Luckily, they have Regis. (400 words)

Day 21: Hallucinations: Cahir is plagued by disturbing hallucinations of Princess Cirilla. Regis helps. (525 words)

Day 23: Massage - That Bloody Knee Again Chapter 2: In which Geralt gets a massage (419 words)

Day 26: Nightmare, Snuggling - That Bloody Knee Again Chapter 4: In which there are rats (654 words)

Day 27: Chronic Pain - That Bloody Knee Again Chapter 1: While travelling through the Sudduth valley on their journey to Stygga, Geralt's knee is making problems. Regis helps. (225 words)

[angelic-writer]

The Mandela Effect - Deja Vu

Day 26 of @augusnippets

Prompts: Nightmare/warm blanket/snuggling

Features characters from FOTD BY @moonlightsmasquerade

CW: Nightmare, drowning, foreshadowed lady whump

Llywelyn had no idea where he was for a moment. All he knew was that it was dark, cold and his eyes stung. He couldn't feel the ground beneath him. When he tried to speak, salt invaded his mouth.

He was in the water.

How did he get in there? Did he fall in somehow? Was he lured in by them?

He tried to swim up, but something grabbed him by the ankle. He looked to see a creature resembling his likeness. Panicking now, he tried to get out of its grasp, but it only smirked, showing its toothy grin as its grip tightened. He screamed, bubbles coming out of his mouth as he thrashed around. The fight lasted for about a minute before he heard something - someone - jump in.

Ada had jumped in after him, pulling out her gun and shooting the fish creature multiple times before it finally let go. Ada grabbed Llywelyn's hand and started to swim up. She was just about to reach the surface when something pulled her back, ripping Llywelyn from her grasp. His eyes widened when he saw that the creature had taken her, covering her mouth as she squirmed for freedom.

You can't save her, Llywelyn. She is meant to die. You already averted death once. You can't do it again.

Llywelyn reached out his hand and once more tried to scream. This time, a name came out of him.

"ADA!!!"

Llywelyn shot up in bed, gasping for air. His lungs burned as though he hadn't breathed for a while. His skin was covered in a thick sheet of sweat and his hands were trembling. He buried his face in his hands. "Dammit.... Not again..."

Why? Why did he have that nightmare again? Ever since the rescue team saved Sean from his impossible death, he had been having recurring nightmares about Ada dying, being pulled into the dark depths by the creatures from the legends. But that's impossible. She's still here with him. She's still alive so what do those nightmares mean?

"Lyn? Are you okay?"

Llywelyn jumped at Ada's sudden voice. "O-Oh! Yeah, I-I'm fine. It's just..."

"Another nightmare?"

He slowly nodded.

"Oh honey..." She pulled him close. "It's okay. I'm here."

Llywelyn snuggled his head in her chest, hearing her steady heartbeat. For some reason, the sound of her heart gave him a sense of comfort. It was a sign that she was still here, still alive on this earth. She ran her fingers through his hair, earning him a contented sigh.

"Are... these nightmares the same?" Ada asked.

"Yeah. For some reason, they all featured you being pulled under the water. I was... helpless to do anything. I couldn't even..."

"Shh..." She stroked his hair. "It's okay. I'm here. Nothing's gonna happen to me, alright?"

"But what if something does happen and I won't be able to help you? Y-You're a valued member of our team and we've known each other since we were kids. I don't want to lose what we have because of some Lovecraftian monstrosities."

"Lyn, I promise you that nothing's gonna happen to me. I'm a tough gal. You know I can handle anything."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. Now, can I get you anything? Tea?"

"...Tea does sound nice."

"Alright, I'll be back in a jiffy."

After she left the room, Llywelyn was left with his thoughts. He knew she said she could take care of herself, but the truth was... He was scared for her. He had let a nightmare about her death overtake him, causing him to overanalyze what she did. Jack started asking him what was wrong with Llywelyn reassuring him that he's fine. But how long could he keep lying to him? How long until the nightmares of death finally stop?

Sometimes, he had the feeling that it wasn't nightmares. That maybe, just maybe that he had experienced it in another lifetime. A lifetime full of tragedy.

"Lyn, your tea is ready." Ada set his teacup down on the nightstand. "I also got a fluffy blanket in the dryer. I figure you really need it."

"Oh... Thanks, but you don't have to do that."

"You're my co-worker, silly. I have to make sure you're in tip top shape for the job." She winked.

Llywelyn chuckled as he took the teacup. He took a small sip and smiled. Honey tea, just the way Ada made it.

People sometimes asked him if he had a crush on Ada based on their history together. He always answered honestly. 'No. I do not.' Those feelings have not changed. He had never dated anyone nor did he plan to. Even if Ada did, by some chance, have some sort of feelings for Llywelyn, it would be completely one sided. It was the largest if since Ada never looked at Llywelyn any differently. She only saw him as a co-worker, a friend. And that alone was perfectly fine with him.

Soon after Llywelyn was done with his tea, Ada had wrapped the freshly warm blanket around him. Already, he was beginning to feel sleepy. He buried his face in the soft fabric as his head hit the pillow.

"Hehehe. Do you want me to stay with you? At least until I know you won't be having anymore of these bad dreams?" Ada asked, smirking.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine."

"Alright, I'll be next door if you need anything."

As soon as she was out the door, he was beginning to nod off. Suddenly, the worries he had for her didn't matter. She was here to stay. And in that moment, he was happy.

Three weeks later, Ada drowned.