#tw: implied/referenced dubcon

[aftgficrec]

any dan + coach bonding fics?

Fics about Dan & Wymack are hard to come by, but here’s what we found for you. -A

you may also like:

‘All for the family’ here

‘The Greatest Show’ here 

‘Red Fins and the Number Two’ here

‘Yes, Coach’ here

‘ten children, one acquarium,’ ‘sickeningly sweet (like honey),’ ‘Wymack and his kids,’ and ‘For little monsters with fragile hearts’ plus the art in foxes as foster kids

febuwhump 2025 series by jjjosten (Catlady5001) [Rated G/T, Collection, 28 complete works, Updated Mar 2025] 

Part 2: let me see the world through the kindness of my dad's eyes [G, 797 Words] After finding out that Wymack is Kevin's father, Dan grapples with her feelings. DAY 2: HOLDING BACK TEARS

Part 24: an (un)worthy risk [G, 713 Words] David Wymack knows that he needs Dan Wilds and Renee Walker on his ragtag team of Foxes. Palmetto State, on the other hand, isn't willing to take the risk. DAY 24: FORCED TO BEG

tw: sexism

graduation by FeelingTheDisAster [Rated G, 41 Words, Complete, 2024, Locked]

Dan graduates.

found fox family by FaiaSakura [Rated T, 2236 Words, Complete, 2020]

What is family, if not the people you find true connections with? David Wymack never thought he would find a daughter in Dan Wilds. Betsy Dobson's relationship with Andrew Minyard is as undeniable as it is undefinable. Abby Winfield is the mother-figure for Aaron Minyard in all the ways that matter.

Sun In My Sky by KweenDay [Rated M, 8786 Words, Complete, 2021, Locked]

5 times Matt knew Dan was the one + 1 time he said it to the world

tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: dubcon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

The Prince and the Pea by CrazyPenguinWriter2001 [Rated T, 14413 Words, Complete, 2024]

Part 2 of Foxytales

Once upon a time... As the unofficial princess of Palmetto Kingdom, Dan had to deal with a lot of suitors. Men (and some women) trying their hand at gaining hers in marriage, without taking into consideration what she wanted. Fed up, she and Renee came up with a solution to this problem: a test. And the one who'd succeed would be the one that could marry her. The solution seemed flawless, as all suitors had failed the test and therefore lost the right to marry Dan, leaving her single and happy. That is until a certain young man knocks on the door one rainy evening…

tw: drug addiction

Sweet Creature by Mattsmyboydfriend [Rated G, 9686 Words, Incomplete, Updated Mar 2025]

David attempts to navigate life with three rambunctious and unruly children that unfortunately he loves very much.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse

The Foxhole Kits series by AlrightDarlin (WhoopsOK) [Not Rated/G/T, Collection, 10 complete works, Updated 2021, Locked] 

An AU where Wymack winds up taking on the Foxes as his littles and they learn what it means to have a dad (and a family) that loves them. … this series has no explicit material at all; no sex, no violence, not even the canon-typical kind. The worst you will find are periodic allusions throughout to the things the Foxes went through as kids. Wymack is completely platonic as a caregiver and that will never, ever change.

Part 1: The Unloved Kids [Not Rated, 34923 Words, Complete, 2018] Previously recced here “I intend to treat them the same. I need strong athletes, not toddlers,” Wymack starts, but sits back with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “But hypothetically, if I had to look after a bunch of toddlers on the weekends…” Betsy’s eyes crinkle with her smile. “Are you asking advice?” “They’re screwed up enough,” Wymack says, “I’m not trying to make it worse.”

(David Wymack takes his little nightmares and does his best to corral them and love them within an inch of their lives. He can’t change what happened to them, but he can be there for them now.)

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture

Part 5: Now We’re Grown-up Orphans [G, 8679 Words, Incomplete, Updated Dec 2021] The little adventures of The Foxhole Kits as siblings and Wymack’s kiddos. (Drabbles and one-shots about the little Foxes being friends and having their hurts comforted.)

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied referenced homophobia & internalized homophobia

Finders keepers by honeyyghostt [Not Rated, 64872 Words, Complete, 2024]

"Finders keepers" Andrew said slowly, turning his head to glare at Neil's siblings "losers weepers" ................. Neil keeps getting lost and Andrew keeps finding him.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug use, tw: implied/referenced conversion camp

Wymack recruiting Dan from Nora’s extra content shared by @inafieldofstarflowers [Tumblr, 2025]

no wonder Dan cares about Wymack like a father meta by @minyard-05 [Tumblr, 2024]

David Wymack, wish you were my dad spotify playlist by @stick-ball [Tumblr, 2021]

Art

first female captain in NCAA Class I Exy art by @arcadiaak

Danielle Wilds 🧡 art by @mi11ieh

Dan Wilds hospitalized for father figure whiplash art by @doesephs

what if they show up to practice in matching jorts art by @ziegenkind094

His kids. art by @humlase

Team Captain art by @coppakee

Dan Wilds - #1 art by @detrinity

I'd fold too matt. art by @clementinecloudz

[smiley-mcdoggington]

HAPPY WHATEVER HAVE SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TW STANCEST (implied/referenced) TW STAN SELFCEST TW UNRELIABLE NARRATOR TW JOKES ABOUT ORGAN TRAFFICING TW IMPLIED DUBCON KINDA TW MICRO MACRO

Stan woke up about the same way he'd been waking up for the past three weeks - plus thirty years - that he'd had sole custody. To screaming.

He sighed, but he could already hear the other guy awake. It was kinda nice, sleeping next to a guy so paranoid of loud noises he was always up with the baby, but he couldn't have Jules thinking the wrong Stan was hers, so he heaved himself up anyway.

The other guy was holding her a little far from him, bouncing her a little. "Shh sweet pea, you're alright." He was muttering. There was something wrong with his voice, he never spoke more than a whisper and there was something off about the way he did, made him sound like a ghost, like even the mushiest words sound like he's going to drag you to hell with him. He wasn't a smoker, neither, he just sounded like that.

Stan put a hand on his shoulder but the other guy was already looking at him. "Hey, I got her, go back to bed." He said, and the other guy gave him the baby awkwardly and carefully with his cold ass arms.

"She's got strong lungs." The poltergheist of a man whispered.

"Yeah, I don't wanna hear shit like that from you." Stan replied, putting his daughter to his chest and hearing her start to calm down. He really had to teach the other guy how to hold a baby like it isn't gonna explode.

Stan had only recently learned the little crackly noises he made were a chuckle, but it was a relief to know he wasn't a total downer, Sixty already had that covered. "You think she'll get into singing?" He muttered.

"With our voice to inherit? No chance. Maybe she could get hired to voice hurricane warning sirens." More little crackly noises. It was kinda pathetic but the noise always made him smile.

Then the other guy's head snapped up like a startled deer. "Big Sixer's awake." He murmured.

Stan hummed. "C'mere, he probably wants to pet his fucking gerbil, take Jules back." He said, because the other guy was a chicken shit.

The guy held his arms out like they were made of wood. Stan put his baby's weight into them and then moved the guy's arms until it was almost the way he was just holding her. Jules only fussed a little before settling down on the other guy's shoulder, while he was looking slightly horrified. "Don't get too good at holding her, now, she still needs to like me more." Stan quipped, and the guy kind of relaxed.

Sixty kept a few nightlights in the basement so it wasn't pitch black, but it wasn't much, just enough to barely see movement out of the corner of his eye. "I ever tell you it's creepy how well you hear?" Stan whispered to the other guy.

"I hear normal, you're the one with the faulty ears."

"Trouble selling faulty equipment, ah?"

"Maybe if I need half a tank of gas."

Stan snorted, but then the hairs on his neck started prickling and he looked up to the space the other guy had already been looking at.

Sixty wasn't sixty for nothing, easily ten times the size of Sixer, and probably sixty years old to match. He was also way too quiet for a giant, it was like turning around and suddenly seeing a mountain looking down at them.

"Julia is quiet, does she need anything?" Ford asked. His voice was booming, once, then he did something with the sound waves or some shit. He missed being able to hear his boots a mile away.

Stan sighed. "Jules is fine, just clingy."

Ford chuckled. "She takes after her father."

"Hey smart guy I'm not the one with keychain-size cuddle buddies on my desk."

Ford chuckled a little more. "I suppose not." He said simply, and he really was good at making Stan feel small. Not arguing, not bickering, no back and forth, he was indulging a mouse because in the grand scheme of things what was the harm? It made Stan wanna hold Jules again, but he didn't. The other guy was doing pretty good at the whole holding thing. "Speaking of which..." There it was.

Ford didn't even have to ask, he just put his hand flat on the desk. Stan knew, vaguely, that he could say no. He had before, bit the hell out of his knobby old fingers and hid with Jules behind a picture frame relying on the honour system that Ford wouldn't just pick up his hiding place. But at the same time he didn't have a choice. He was tiny, he relied on Ford for everything, he owed him, and the other guy always got too spooked when Ford picked him up, so Stan was the one that had to entertain this. It was just a weird ass payment, nothing else.

He walked up to the hand, he knew better than to try walking onto it, skin had too much give to get a good footing, instead he put his knees on Sixty's fingers and crawled onto his palm. Ford's fingers half-curled around him like prison bars and then he felt Ford lift him like a fast elevator. It was dark, and Stan couldn't see the ground. Couldn't see how high up he was. It helped, a little.

Then the palm tilted into a warm chest, and Ford's thumb started rubbing his back. He had a strong heartbeat. The other guy would probably crack a joke about that, but Stan wasn't in a joking mood. His mouth was dry, he couldn't hear anything except Ford's breathing, his heartbeat, couldn't see in the dark, couldn't feel anything but the thumb rubbing idly at his back and the patch of hairless scar tissue Ford always put him against - frostbite. From thirty years of doing this while Stan was sleeping. It creeped him out, made his stomach turn, he'd been this powerless - useless - and Ford had kept him, got scarred from holding onto him and the other guy for no damn reason. It made him wanna lean harder into Sixty.

"You know, we could move your bed to our room." Ford mentioned.

"And listen to old me snoring? No thanks."

Ford hummed. "It would help me get up with Julia, let you sleep."

"Jules is half the size of your fingernail, and she's my kid."

"Technically since identical twins are genetically the same, she could be argued as my daughter as well."

"You're just smug she got your fingers."

"Maybe."

Stan snorted. It really was weird, Ford was fucking massive, it was terrifying, but also it was just Stanford. Older Stanford, the one that didn't leave him and his daughter to die.

And it always came back to Stanford. His Ford could have opened the portal no problem, if not for him then for Jules, Stan knew he fucked up, knew Ford hated him, knew Ford never loved him the way Stan wanted, but Jules didn't do anything, she wasn't even six months old yet, he would have been fine if Ford just went in for Jules, but in 30 years plus however long before Sixty found them he didn't bother. Stan curled in on himself, listening to Sixty's steady heartbeat, and tried not to think about his brother.

This Ford was warm. His heartbeat was a bit faster than before, his petting a bit softer. Stan probably did something wrong, now Sixty's giant nerd brain was thinking something. He couldn't even be someone's hamster right.

"Knucklehead?" Ford asked quietly, he was moving, talking to the other guy, and Stan punched his chest even though Ford probably couldn't even feel it. He was only doing this because the other guy was scared of heights more than him, Ford better not try replacing him.

He couldn't hear what the other guy was saying, or if he was talking at all, whatever sound fuckery Ford had done seemed to only make him louder to Ford.

Then Ford hummed again, Stan felt it like an earthquake, and he was gently pulled away, put back down on the desk. His legs felt weak, everything was freezing cold outside Ford's hand, he didn't know if he wanted back or if he wanted to disappear.

Then the other guy was next to him. Ford was saying something but all he could focus on was the cold arm bumping his. The other guy wasn't looking at him, it was like him sitting there was a coincidence, didn't look at Stan while he tried to get himself to stop fucking shaking.

His sweet baby girl was babbling, now, she hadn't gotten words down yet but she was trying. She put one fat little hand on his nose and he snorted, taking his baby back while the other guy relaxed against his shoulder like he'd done anything but hold the cutest baby in the world for a few minutes.

Stan vaguely saw arms on the desk, off to the side. Ford was probably gonna sleep in his desk chair now, big Stan was definitely gonna give him shit for that. Stan himself would but he didn't feel like it. He felt like sitting there a while.

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"What's your problem with me?" Pemlin 👀

Okay this is another prompt that got out of hand and I've now created a whole AU in my head that I can't stop thinking about. Read it on AO3 Pemlin AU 2.5k words TW below the cut because it's honestly fucking ridiculous all the shit that needs to be tagged 😅

TW Rape/Noncon, Dubcon, Forced prostitution, implied/referenced underage prostitution, non-consensual drug use, addiction, kidnapping

Chapter one: The pickup (1.3k words)

The Satomobile pulled up to the corner the same way the others had that night, and the night before that, and the night before that… Pema couldn’t even remember how long she’d been trapped here under Thaki's thumb. Sometimes it felt like a year or two, sometimes it felt like an eternity. Recently, she had been longing for the house she grew up in, even if it had been nothing but a nightmare. She knew she would gladly trade that nightmare for this one. At least before she was able to read books and dream of a better tomorrow.

These days she wasn’t even allowed personal possessions. She knew exactly what tomorrow would bring; pain. Her life was always painful now. Whether whoever she got sold to for the night got off on hurting her, or no one wanted to buy her, and she would get beaten for being useless. Blissful were the nights someone purchased her time and they were a giving lover. But even then, her consciousness would recede so far into herself to prevent feeling the emotional turmoil of everything she was forced to do. There was always pain. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to live a different life, what it would have been like to be an air acolyte like she had set out to be, but she didn’t let the childish idea get ahead of her. This was what her life had to be now. Thaki was too powerful, too dangerous. She had accepted a while ago that it was better to just do what he said. At least the powders and pills and liquor took the edge off.

A mature female voice came from the rolled down driver’s window and Pema tried not to perk up too much. Experiences with women were typically less painful than the ones with men. Her heart skipped a beat when Thaki called her over. She made sure to walk the way the other women had showed her in the high heels. One foot directly in front of the other, hips swaying, back straight to push out her breasts. Thaki constantly insulted her for not having enough curves, but then he would be the first one to tell her that she hadn’t made enough money that week to cover her habit and food. Pema didn’t really mind as long as there was something to snort throughout the day. The newer model of the Satomobile excited her. If someone rich had picked her, she could probably afford to slip into oblivion for a day or two after Thaki coughed up some of the money.

“Come here, sugar tits,” the woman said from where she sat in the car.

Pema leaned into the window and tried to accentuate her cleavage while still looking casual. The lighting was terrible so far away from the streetlights and Pema couldn’t really see who she was talking to. The woman moved her hand up to touch her lips as she looked at her reflection in the flip-down mirror, but Pema couldn’t see much in the shadow, even with her pupils blown wide.

Thaki grabbed her exposed ass from where her tiny skirt had shifted up when she leaned over. She tried not to show outward signs of discomfort as he began to slip his fingers through her folds. She was his property, after all.

“Looking for a good time?” Pema asked as his finger slipped inside her.

“Kiss me,” the woman demanded. “I want to know your mouth is useful.”

The stranger’s hand was delicate on her chin as she guided her further into the car for the kiss. Pema tried to use her lips and tongue to show that she was more than capable of providing oral, and the woman returned the kiss with expert movements that excited her. Thaki rubbed the pad of his finger over her clit, and she was reminded to moan into the woman’s mouth. Pema knew it was unlikely that she would receive any pleasure from the encounter if she was purchased for the night, but she was still allowed to dream. Something passed from the woman’s mouth to hers. A small pill. Pema swallowed eagerly. She would be a fool not to. Drugs were expensive and typically made terrible experiences less memorable. Even if this was about to be a bad experience, at least the woman was kind enough to give her something.

The woman pulled back and looked at Thaki. “I’ll take her.” The car started again and she put her hands on the wheel.

Pema smiled, happy to have already gotten a dose of something and to not be left behind on the corner for the night. She gasped as Thaki yanked her back by her hair.

“This one paid a lot for you. Do what she says. Do it right, and do it enthusiastically,” he growled in her ear and Pema nodded rapidly. He released her and Pema went quickly to the passenger door, not wanting to make the woman wait.

The car slowly pulled off and Pema slipped her hand between the woman’s thighs as she drove. “What do you want me to call you?” Pema purred and slinked closer to nibble on her earlobe. In the passing lights on the road she could see two large scars running down the side of the woman’s face.

“Lin.”

Pema palmed her hand against Lin’s crotch and slid her mouth down her neck. “Okay Lin, what do you want to call me?”

“What’s your name?” Lin asked. Nothing in her voice even hinted that someone was touching her the way Pema was right now.

“Niya,” Pema lied gracefully and pulled back to see where they were going. The lights in her vision were doubled and she felt herself sway just from looking at them. “What did you give me?”

“Something to help you relax.”

Pema nodded, not sure if she liked the feeling of dizziness that was creeping into her mind. She turned away from the road, unable to tell where they were with all the starbursts in her vision. Lin hadn’t opened her legs wider, so Pema moved her hand up to her breast and began to massage the tender flesh there through her silk shirt.

“Do you wanna park, or go somewhere?” Pema was confused by how far away her voice sounded and it was getting harder to control her hand. Her eyelids grew heavy. “What was’n that pill?” Pema slurred and her body went slack. She slumped down onto the bench seat and was in and out of consciousness as the car pulled to the side of the road.

A door opened, closed, and then opened again. Pema felt hands on her pulling her from the car. She whimpered, thinking this is how she would die, that this woman was some kind of psycho that just wanted to drug her and dump her off a bridge.

“Please, don’t,” Pema begged weakly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, kid. Just relax.”

Pema felt herself moved to lay down flat on a soft leather surface. Something plush was draped over her from head to toe. She fought to open her eyes and move, but the effort didn’t yield any results. Every passing second made the waking world slip further and further away. The last thing she remembered was feeling the inertia of the car moving before she succumbed to whatever drug she had eagerly taken from the stranger’s mouth.

Chapter two: The wake up (1.2k words)

The pounding headache was the first sign that she wasn’t dead. Pema groaned and opened her eyes to see sunlight beaming in through massive windows. Her head rolled to the side to see who would be in bed next to her, but there was no one there.

That’s fine, she thought as she climbed out of the large, soft bed. This wasn’t the first time she had been drugged, and it certainly wasn’t the first time she had woken up alone. She knew when she took the unknown pill last night that there was a chance something like this could happen. She was mostly just grateful she was alive, and moving around proved that she was no worse for wear. She found her body to not be in any more pain than usual.

The marble floor was cold under her bare feet as she stepped off the plush rug surrounding the bed. She was surprised to find herself fully clothed, or as “fully” clothed as she was allowed to be these days with the cropped shirt that showed off her mid drift and the wrap skirt that barely provided decency. What was unusual was that whoever had her last night bothered to dress her afterwards. A quick look around revealed that she was definitely in the rich part of town. The room was easily bigger than her childhood home. The windows ran from floor to vaulted ceiling, and she was willing to bet the small door off to the side led to an en suite.

Pema shook her head and sighed. It would have been nice to have a memory of partying in a house like this. She found her heels on top of a trunk at the base of the too big bed and picked them up, making for the tall double door. Getting back to Thaki before noontime was going to be difficult if she was on the other side of the city. She turned the knob, but the door didn’t budge. She tried again, thinking she must still be feeling the effects of whatever drug the woman had given her, but the door wouldn’t move no matter how many times she tried. She backtracked to the other small door off to the side, thinking maybe that was the true exit, but that only revealed a comically large bathroom. Pema went back to the door in the main room. She dropped her heels and started pounding her fists on the thick wood.

“Someone help! You left me in here! Let me out!” She waited a moment before trying the doorknob again and rattling the door with all her might. She kicked the wood in frustration and went to go check the windows.

The first window didn’t open, neither did the second, it wasn’t until the third unsuccessful attempt that she finally looked out and saw where she was. Acres upon acres of green grass and lush plant life waited for her behind the glass. There was a tree line far off on the horizon and no matter which direction she looked, she couldn’t see the city skyline. The ground below looked much too far to jump to.

The sun was too high in the sky, she was going to be extremely late meeting Thaki after she figured out where the hell she was, and he was going to be furious. The scars on her back decided to ache in that moment, almost like they knew more would join them soon. He liked to use his water whip on her for every minute she made him wait. A shiver went down her spine and she froze in fear for a moment. If she was too late going back, he would probably find some new cruel way to give her frostbite. She screamed in frustration when the last window wouldn’t open either. She ran back to the door and started pounding on it again. Why couldn’t these damn rich people keep track of their prostitutes?

“Hello!? Can anybody hear me?!”

The door swung inward suddenly, and Pema jumped back in surprise. The woman with facial scars from last night came walking into the room with a stride and air about her that made her seem larger than life. With a movement of her hand, the door closed and locked behind her. Pema backed up as the metalbender kept stalking towards her. She searched her mind to remember the woman’s name as her knees hit the trunk at the foot of the bed and she fell into a sitting position. The woman finally stopped moving. Pema’s wary eyes met cold, pale green ones, and the name finally came back to her. Lin.

“I have to go now. You only paid for one night.” Pema’s voice was a rehearsed calm even though the panic was setting fully in for how completely fucked she was right now.

“Do you want to go back?” Lin asked.

“Yes.”

Lin frowned at her. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Pema stood. “I have to go back.”

“What’s your name?”

“I told you last night. My name is Niya.”

“Another lie.”

Pema frowned. Of course she’d get paired up with the mean-looking metalbender who was rich beyond belief, a truth seer, and for some reason intent on kidnapping her. “I need to go,” she said urgently as her eyes flicked to the door.

“How old are you?” Lin asked.

“Twenty.” Pema responded as she had been trained to do. She didn’t actually know how old she was anymore. She figured it had been a couple years since she ran away, and when she left home she was fifteen-ish… maybe. That was a guess too.

Lin hummed and her eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t put you a day over eighteen, if that. Are you an addict?”

“No,” Pema said quickly.

Lin tutted in disapproval. “I’ll call my healer. She can be here in a couple days, hopefully your withdrawal symptoms aren’t too bad.”

Pema swallowed hard. “What’s your problem with me? Why are you doing this?”

“When you open your mouth without lying, I’ll start answering questions. For now, there’s clothes in the closet and I’ll bring you something to eat soon.” She turned on her heel and the door opened with another movement of her hand.

“Wait!” Pema ran after her.

Lin turned around and slid into a steady stance as she brought her arms up. A small piece of metal came out of what Pema thought was an abstract structure at the side of the room and wrapped around her ankle, rooting her in place several feet from the exit. Lin stood back up to her full height, her face an expressionless mask. Pema pulled on her leg, trying to make it move.

“Why won’t you let me leave?” she yelled as tears filled her eyes.

“You’ll thank me later.” Lin turned to walk away.

“Wait!”

Lin turned around and stared at her.

“Wait—I’ll—we can make a deal. Call Thaki and tell him where I am, that you need to keep me for longer. I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll do anything you want. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Lin frowned and left without another word. Pema could hear the lock in the door sliding into place as she pulled desperately on her leg until the metal cut her skin.

“No! Stop!” The hold on the metal released, but the piece remained wrapped around her ankle. She lunged for the door and tried the knob and pulled as hard as she could. “Please! Don’t do this!” Her hands began to ache as she slapped and punched the unmoving heavy wood. “Let me out!” she screamed desperately and fell into sobs. It didn’t seem like Lin was coming back no matter how much noise she made. She slid down the door and curled her legs up to her chest, hugging them tightly as she cried. Blood trickled from her new shackle down onto the floor. Thaki was going to kill her… if Lin didn’t do it first.

[serickswrites]

Whump One Shots II

Caretaking drabble request--TW: referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, recover/aftermath

Whumper is a Whumpee request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, idk how to tag this because idk?, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Nail Gun request--TW: captivity, botched escape attempt, torture, blood

Bad Caretaker request--TW: aftermath of torture, hurt/recovery, betrayal

Sadistic Caretaker request--TW: torture, implied torture, kidnapping, implied kidnapping, physical violence, whumper turned whumpee, revenge, caretaker and whumper

Gruff Caretaker request--TW: hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, referenced kidnapping, referenced torture

Whumple Request--TW: touch-starved, noncon/dubious con, implied captivity, sensory deprivation, torture, creepy/intimate whumper

Whumpee can't swallow pills request--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, referenced/implied noncon, medical whump?, pills, referenced suicidal ideation, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath,  hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Yandere friend request--TW: kidnapping, yandere whumper, drugging

Whumpee gets nonconned in front of Caretaker request--TW: captivity, restraint, emotional whump, gags, noncon, sexual assault, two whumpers, creepy/intimate whumpers

Whumpee thinks Caretaker is like Whumper--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, implied noncon, blood

Forced Marriage request--TW: captivity, forced submission, forced marriage? (is that a thing i need to warn about), coercion, restraints

Memory stealing whumper request--TW: captivity, concealed identity?, noncon/dubcon,

Domestic Yandere Request--TW: yandere whumper, implied/future kidnapping

Bridal Carry request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Whumper wants whumpee back request--TW: referenced kidnapping, referenced torture

Intimate Whumpee request--TW: captivity, torture, restraint, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper

Car drabble request--TW: kidnapping, restraints, torture (ish)

Force Fed request--TW: captivity, restraint, force feeding, eating issues, physical violence, blood, defiant whumpee

Whumper whumping to caretake request--TW: captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, wounds, blood

Sensory Deprivation request--TW: sensory deprivation, not quite white torture, captivity, torture, electrocution

Domestic Whump request--TW: burns, physical violence, kidnapping

Trunk--TW: captivity, torture, threat of torture, cruel and sadistic whumper, enclosed space

Sunshine whumpee request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Reverse comfort request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, restraints, wounds, blood, temporary character death, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Voice request--TW: emotional whump, manipulation, threats, self-sacrifice

Jealousy request--TW: captivity, implied noncon, physical violence, restraints

Broken hand request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, failed escape, botched escape, broken bones

Panicked whumper request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced restraint

Self sacrifice request--TW: captivity, torture, blood, knives, restraints, self sacrifice, caretaker and whumpee

Second touch-starved whumpee request--TW: captivity, restraints, touch-starved, creepy/intimate whumper

Rebreak request--TW: rescue, broken bones, breaking bones, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort

Caretaking by creepy/intimate whumper request--TW: captivity, torture, emotional whump, creepy/intimate whumper

Bodyguard!caretaker request--TW: guns, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding, gore, caretaker and whumpee

Isolated whumpee request--TW: captivity, torture, isolation

Self defense whumpee request--TW: captivity, physical violence, torture, restraints, blood, botched escape attempt

Multiple caretakers request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath

Sexual trauma aftermath request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced/implied sexual assault, referenced/implied noncon/dubcon, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Recovering whumpee with yandere second whumper request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced hurt/aftermath, referenced hurt/recovery, referenced hurt/comfort, yandere whumper, restraints

Sometimes I scare myself request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, knife

Most Likely Kill You in the Morning--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, threat of death

Real versus fake caretaker request--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, referenced emotional whump, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Good Night--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, broken bones, healing, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Dire--TW: referenced gunshot, wounds, blood, hospital

Fan Out--TW: kidnapping, blood

Ever loving fuck--TW: captivity, restraints, noncon, defiant whumpee

Second yandere caretaker request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced noncon, referenced torture, rescue, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, two whumpers

Language barrier request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced restraints, referenced dehumanization, referenced noncon, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee becomes caretaker request--TW: captivity, torture, sort of caretaker and whumpee

Harmonica request--TW: captivity, torture, gags, restraints, blood

Gentle giant caretaker request--TW: referenced pet whump, referenced captivity, referenced physical violence, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Something Wrong--TW: hidden injury, collapse, blood

Pirate whump request--TW: restraints, swords, death threats, possible drowning (repeatedly)

What is your secret?--TW: restraints, torture, captivity

We've had a good run--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, drowning, unclear character status

Whumpee endangers themself request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, knife, stabbing, blood, wounds (minor), caretaker and whumpee

Emotionally abusive whumper request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced conditioning, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, not caretaker

Public space request--TW: referenced noncon, referenced kidnapping, caretaker and whumpee

Manipulative whumper request--TW: emotional whump, manipulation, implied noncon/dubcon

Learn--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence

Tea--TW: wounds, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee is a husk request--TW: captivity, restraints, referenced torture, rescue

Whumper destroys something precious to whumpee request--TW: captivity, restraints, referenced torture, emotional whump, cruel whumper

I'd Rather--TW: torture, captivity, restraints, self sacrifice, referenced whipping, suffocation, electrocution, defiant whumpee

Waste--TW: kidnapping (referenced), torture (implied)

Touchy gentle whumper request--TW: captivity, restraint, noncon, creepy/intimate whumper, gag

Whumper stalks whumpee request--TW: stalking, referenced captivity, referenced noncon, yandere whumper

Crazy--TW: guns, gun shot, hostage situation

Like Tea request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Today--TW: captivity, torture, restraints

Alright for Now--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Whumper's perspective request--TW: captivity, torture, blood, whipping, sadistic whumper

Passed out whumpee request--TW: unconsciousness, referenced injury, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Eventually--TW: suffocation, captivity, torture

Leave--TW: captivity, torture, botched escape, restraints

Save You--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, wounds, rescue

Different Caretaker request--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced pet whump, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretakers and whumpees

Sensory impairments request--TW: referenced torture, illness, unconsciousness, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Unhinged whumper request--TW: captivity, restraint, electrocution

Sometimes--TW: captivity, torture (referenced), restraints

Second Unhinged whumper request--TW: captivity, restraint, blood, wounds, cuts, cruel whumper

Drowning and electrocution request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution

Chance--TW: botched escape attempt, captivity, torture, blood, wounds

Carrie request--TW: humiliation, degradation, verbal abuse, "religious abuse" (i say this in quotes because this is a made up religion in this story)

North--TW: referenced kidnapping

Caretaker needs to be prepared--TW: referenced kidnapping, implied torture, rescue attempt

Wrong Thing--TW: kidnapping, self sacrifice, implied future torture

Whumpee's epic failure--TW: captivity, torture, botched escape attempt, sadistic whumper, restraints

Vampire and werewolf request--TW: captivity, torture, magic

Wildflowers--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, wounds, infection, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Get Going--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, implied rescue

I'll Be Your Rescue--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced noncon, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery

Whumper turned whumpee request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Just Breathe--TW: stabbing, blood, wounds

Safe--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

[ao3feed-narlie]

Gentle Touches

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qSt1zO9 by 7ate9 Charlie had been looking forward to this afternoon. It was going to be the first time all week that he and Nick could have sex. Unfortunately, a latex allergy gets in the way. Even more unfortunately, it seems to take a while for Nick to notice. Words: 3132, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Underage Sex, Allergies, Established Relationship, Established Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Consent, Consent Issues, I don't wanna tag this dubcon, But it kinda is, it is an accident, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mildly Dubious Consent, Revoking Consent, read the author's note for description, tws in a/n, Muteness read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qSt1zO9

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Casablanca

Just a very short captivity drabble for Danny/Nate! I haven’t done much Danny stuff lately and I’ve had this kicking around in my Google Docs for a while! I wrote out the third part of the Rescue but it needs some more work, so... captivity drabble it is!

CW: Discussion of forced stitches/violence, blood, referenced/implied noncon, captivity, restrained

Tagging: @bleeding-demon-teeth, @spiffythespook, @finder-of-rings, @whumpywhumper​ @special-spicy-chicken, @pumpkinthefangirl​

“H-hey.”

Too close, the whisper is too close. Still, Danny has learned to let even the softest noise shatter through his sleeping mind - it’s too dangerous not to wake up in time, you can’t make Abraham call you three times or that’s breaking a rule. 

He’s been drifting uneasily in and out of dreams, shifting around to try and take some pressure off his throbbing left shoulder. There are thick black threads sewn in an uneven line from above his collarbone down nearly to his bicep, surrounded by angry red skin. It's a reminder after the last defiance, the last rebellion.

Don’t worry puppy, Bram had murmured, petting into his hair and along his neck as the knife dug deeper and deeper and Danny tried so hard to be good, so Abraham would forgive him for breaking the gift he had brought back from his last supply run. 

It was the worst fucking thing Abraham had brought home to use on him so far. Danny had stared at it and thanked him for it, waited until Abraham was in the bathroom showering, and then taken it outside and smashed the fucking thing to bits with the axe.

 Abraham found him surrounded by chopped-up shreds of wires and plastic and metal and batteries, snarling at the wreckage he had made. 

Abraham hadn’t yelled. His expression had been calm. He moved without any particular speed as he came closer, the air colder with every step, and Danny had only laid the axe down next to the stump, turned, and dropped to his knees to wait for his punishment with his head held high and his eyes burning a bright and defiant blue.

It wasn't like Danny could run - where would he even go?

Abraham had told him that if he didn’t scream, he would only cut for a minute. Just sixty seconds and no longer.

So Danny kept his scream behind his teeth and let the tears blur his vision until he couldn’t see icy eyes so clearly any longer. Eventually the pain turned his world to gray and then to fog and finally to nothing at all. 

He had come back to consciousness to the sight of blood everywhere and the sound of Abraham's pure and purring delight as he got out thick black upholstery thread and a needle, Nate with shaking hands beside him as Abraham held a needle over a flame on the gas stove.

Don’t worry, sweet thing. Nate's going to make sure this scars nice and deep so you never, ever forget. Then Abraham had jammed a thumb into the wound he had made and said, softly, you can scream now, little Red.

The whole thing had been a lesson for Nate, too - he’d protested the punishment (“B-Bram, this is t-t-too much, you didn't w-warn him first, you h-h-had to know he wouldn’t w-w-want that”) and so he’d been forced to do the stitching afterward. He’d been right-handed before Abraham broke the bones so long ago, so he had to sew as best he could with his awkward left hand... after Abraham blindfolded him.

All Danny had been given for the pain was shot after shot after shot of the good whiskey Abraham kept in the cabinet and the cold of the fingers that gently petted through his hair, pressed into his jaw to force his mouth open for more. 

The whiskey wasn’t enough, but it left the world spinning around him, and eventually he’d passed out cold from that or the shock on the kitchen floor, his back stuck to the plastic of the tarp Abraham had laid him on to catch all the blood. Nate must have bargained something, because he’d been given the rest of the day on the mat to recover (and throw up, and be hungover) before he had to get up the next morning and do chores one-handed and with agony radiating out from his shoulder.

Whatever Nate had done… Abraham had given him a whole week where he barely touched him. Seven days, six nights. 

Danny chooses not to think about what Nate had to give away to earn that kind of break for him - it’s not worth it, because it’s probably the same things he gives away to earn a few days of peace for Nate.

There’s always a choice. There’s always a test, or a game. And Abraham always wins.

“Red? Wake up.”

Can’t let him call three times. Danny lets the dream - something soothing and largely formless except for the sense that he was climbing trees with his brother and he was a kid, just a kid, safe and easy - break like glass. 

He gives Ryan away again. 

He is always giving Ryan away, here, and praying that the next time won’t be the last, when Ryan is finally gone from his thoughts forever.

(you shouldn’t even dream about anyone but me)

“Please,” Danny whispers, not quite begging, without opening his eyes. “Please, please let me sleep a little more. I’m good, I’m good, let me sleep, please…” Danny curls up tighter, digging his fingernails into his own head to try and block the blow that he’s sure will follow the words. Puppies don’t get to decide, they wake up when their owners say. His scalp still aches from Abraham pulling on his hair last night when he moved too slowly, and that’s nothing compared to the bruises littering his hips and thighs. The plastic mat crinkles and shifts under him as he moves, trying to bury himself in the thin blankets, so that only a bit of wavy red even shows.

That makes his shoulder hurt again, and he hisses softly, wishing fewer parts of him ached all the time. He can’t remember the last time he moved without pain.

If I don’t open my eyes, it won’t keep happening, it won’t be real

A hand touches his shoulder, hesitantly, and he holds himself very, very still for it. He’s good, he doesn’t flinch or pull away. He’s so, so good. But then he thinks… Abraham never hesitates. His hand starts to relax away from his scalp, pulling back, and he cracks open eyes that feel nearly glued together to stare up between his fingers. 

“Hey, Red,” Nate says softly. The older man is still rumpled from sleep, too - he’s thrown on a sweater but it’s inside out and Danny can see the seams running down along the outside of his shoulders and arms. He’s wearing the thick warm flannel pants he’s allowed to wear, and Danny breathes out, jealous of how warm he must be.

His own fingertips, toes, the end of his nose - it all feels like ice.

“Wh… why’d you wake me up?” Danny asks, pulling his hand the rest of the way away, carefully rolling to push himself up using his right arm, holding his left close to his chest so his shoulder won’t move any more than it has to. “It’s…” His eyes go to the window, the pure and perfect darkness outside. It was cloudy all day, there isn’t even any starlight or moonlight to see by now. They might as well live in a tiny little pinpoint of light in a void. “Looks like the middle of the night.”

“I think it is, ah-... actually. You w-were making sounds in your sl, sleep. I didn’t want you to w-w-wake Bram up.” Nate glances back over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. Danny’s eyes follow his and he shudders.

It’s freezing cold out here, like always, but he hadn’t tried to barter for the bed tonight. He… he couldn’t. Not tonight, not after earlier.

He’d rather be cold tonight.

“Thanks, thank you for that,” Danny says softly, with real feeling. He’s woken Abraham up before - and his reactions tended to range from irritated to furious depending on how much sleep he’d gotten beforehand. He sits up the rest of the way, getting his bare feet under him, feeling the chain attached to his ankle shift a little. 

It doesn’t quite make enough noise to matter. Danny’s an expert at maneuvering without the chain scraping by now. When Nate stands and offers him a hand, he takes it, pulling himself to his feet. Nate’s hand is warm, and dry - he’s never cold, not even in the middle of the night in winter.

“Your hair l-l-looks ridiculous,” Nate says, voice and flash of smile both soft as feathers in Danny’s mind. Nate reaches out, casual as anything, to ruffle Danny’s hair, smashed down on one side and sticking straight up on the other. He smooths it down, and Danny shivers a little at the way it feels so much different when Nate touches him.

He lets him do it for just a few seconds longer than absolutely necessary, and then Danny swats him away as best he can, rolling his eyes. They both pretend Danny’s face isn’t flushed a little red, burying some of the freckles and scars under the rush of blood. “Like yours looks any better, you jerk.”

Perfectly normal conversation between two perfectly normal men - as though one of them weren’t chained to the wall and the other hadn’t just spent the past several hours sleeping with and then next to the person who locked them up here in the first place. 

“No,” Nate says thinking, his eyes drifting back to the mop of wavy red - long, since it was towards the end of winter, and Abraham liked his hair longer when it was cold, so he could twist it around his fingers and pull on it. It fell past his ears, curling at the ends, and Nate reached back up to twist one wave into a curl. “Y-yours definitely looks beh… better.”

Danny became suddenly deeply and entirely aware of every inch of his own skin, and of the slight pull of his hair when Nate stretched the curl out straight. And very aware of Nate’s deep green eyes, the focus and consideration in them, the way they looked over Danny’s face without even batting an eye at how thoroughly the muzzle had ruined it.

If we weren’t here, if I wasn’t this… I think I would want you, anyway.

Danny never says the words, but he thinks them more and more, and he worries endlessly that Abraham knows he is thinking the words, knows but for some reason lets them rest in Danny, doesn’t beat or cut or burn them out of him.

Abraham knowing something like that and not hurting him over it more terrifying than any pain he could cause because of it… because it means either he’ll wait to use it against him in some new way he can’t predict, or… or it means feeling like this is something Abraham wants. That even Danny’s smallest, most private defiance is just part of Abraham’s plan.

“Did you want to watch a movie?” Danny asks, ignoring the pulsing ache in his shoulder, simply pushing it to the side of his brain where he puts all the pain when Abraham isn’t actively causing it. 

Nate smiles at him, pulling at the little scar on the corner of his mouth, and Danny fights the urge to lean down and kiss it, just there at the corner where it makes his smiles seem a little one-sided. “Y-Yeah. D’you w-w-want to have m, movie night? I want to l-look at your, um, your cut and put something it, so it d-d-doesn’t get infected. C-Casablanca?”

“You always want to watch Casablanca.”

“Of c-c-course I do.” Nate almost laughs, and just catches himself, looking nervously back at the closed bedroom door. “You s-say all the words.”

“So?”

“So...” Nate looks back at him, and for a second Danny doesn’t feel the chain on his ankle at all. “I like when you s-s-say all the w-words.”

[whumpqin]

💦 for the OC of your choosing - Lonesome 💜

you got it!

CW: panic attack, nonsexual nudity, baths, caretaker unintentionally whumping whumpee, nightmare mention, past torture mention, exhaustion, fever, sickfic, injury mention, infection mention, dubcon kisses (not on the lips), (if there's anything I missed please let me know!)

“It-It’s oh-okay, okay, I’ve… I’m here. I’m here.”

The hands that drew across Quinn’s back were soft and comforting. Despite the way he cringed initially, they remained, warm and present, a physical touch that he didn’t think possible.

Quinn drew in another gasp, and was unable to stop the heaving sobs that jutted from his mouth in horrible echoes. Pain fluttered up his side, across bruised ribs from the center of an infected wound. He let out a deep whine, and it was met with a gentle hush as long arms cradled him.

“Shh… yo-you’re, you’re ss-safe. Wi-with, with mm-mme, rem-remember?” The low rumble of a voice whispered in his ear. Quinn dug his fingers into skin, grasping as anything to hold him while he nodded with a whimper. “I’m, I’m here. Just b-breathe, l-li-listen.”

He heard him as Caleb took in a deep breath for show, and let it out. In, then out. In, and out. Soon Quinn began to mirror it, wrapping his arms around the larger form that held him. Soon his heavy sobs fell into hitched, layered breaths, chased by whines of pain.

“Hu-hurts,” Quinn gasped. His eyes watered still, dripping hot tears onto Caleb’s cool skin. “My, my back, hon, it burns, I-I-I can’t, I can’t, it-”

“I kn-knn-know,” Caleb murmured, pressing soft lips to the side of Quinn’s cheek to soothe him. “Some, something cool? You wa-want s-s-so-some cool wa-water?”

Caleb’s entire body shifted, and Quinn was dimly aware of water shifting all around them. He could barely feel it, even stark naked as he was. But as Caleb moved, Quinn caught sight of the tub they sat in and the waves of water as they encompassed the space that they had occupied before. Caleb’s legs half stuck out of the bath entirely, and a bit of moving more and Quinn felt a hard surface underneath his own toes that he hadn’t been able to before.

He let out a hum after far too much time in confirmation, adding a nod of his head to supply the answer. Caleb’s arm shifted, grabbing a plastic cup from the side and scooping up some of the water in the tub, gently pouring it down Quinn’s back.

What he hadn’t expected was the frightening cold, as what felt like shards of ice traveled down his back, making Quinn gasp and arch his entire spine instinctively.

“Cay, Caleb-” He stuttered out before trying to reach a hand backwards to stop him. But the water had already run its race across his back, and Quinn shivered at the sudden chill against him. His words were teary as he forced them through chattering teeth. “Hon, hon, it’s cold, it’s so cold…”

“Mhmm,” Caleb hummed. The plastic cup was abandoned in favor of Caleb pressing his hand to Quinn’s forehead, feeling how hot he was. “Your, your fever needs to, um, g-go down. I kn-know it’s cold,” he added when Quinn let out a pitiful whine, “bu-but yo-you’ll, you’ll feel be-better, I-I p-p-pro-promise.”

A hand rubbed at Quinn’s back again, up against his shoulders to press the freezing water there, too. Quinn’s shoulders lurched as a few more sobs left his mouth, quieter by far but sad sounding all the same. Caleb scooped some water up and wet his hair slightly, and Quinn cringed away from his touch as his fingers combed through the black strands.

“I’m, I’m so-sorry. It’s… you… you’re go-g-gonna b-be ok-okay,” Caleb finally said.

His body curled around Quinn, holding him in the bathtub. Caleb was warm… much warmer than the water against his back that's growing colder the more it dried on his skin. He could barely move from the aches now, and shivering to top it all off. He swallowed dryly, pulling Caleb closer to his body as he frowned, rubbing his head on his shoulder in pure misery.

“I’m so tired,” he whined further, before drawing in a deep gasp and whispering, “I’m so cold.”

“I knn-know. I know. We, we’re al-almmost done. Then sl-sleep. G-g-good sleep. No mm-mo-more night, nightmm-mares.” His voice seemed assured, yet weary. An echo of Quinn’s own tiredness.

He let another whine as he nodded. “No… no more. It hurts.” Quinn allowed his weight to rest against Caleb, his limbs half floating in the water as fingers rubbed their coolness in his hair. He closed his eyes as he felt another apologetic kiss pepper his cheek, and silently prayed for the bath to be over.

[semblanche]

🖊 Neeks

neeks wasn’t supposed to be as fleshed out as he is now, but to no ones surprise... i got attached

neeks is loosely italian coded, but culture really means nothing in terras town so. shrugs.

his full name is nico! four leaf as a baby called him neeks though, and neeks flipped to it full time after leaving their parents

neeks’s mom was consumed by her powers, losing control and no longer able to tell apart her thoughts from the thoughts of others she’d twisted. neeks, who has a similar vein of ability, has sworn to never end up like that - to be better than her, to be better than everyone at what he does

due to his bad knee, neeks struggled to hold down a job that’d sustain both him and four leaf, finally deciding to lean in to his powers instead - of course, swearing he’ll never be like his mom. he now puts himself out to garner clients, and then twists their memories to make them think a night that didn’t happen did

(sometimes, neeks can’t obtain their indirect permission to do this, though. sometimes, maybe the memories aren’t altogether fake.)

not going to lie, it’s all a bit fucked up - not the scamming or the lies, but neeks’s having to sift through the other persons desires to weave together a plausible scenario. he has to see how they’d want to hurt him or use him or whatever, and well! that fucks him up a bit! especially on the days that his twisting falters, and he can’t tell apart their wishes from his own. not that he’d ever admit it

twister minds work different than normal ones - like, if a person’s mind is like a filing cabinet, easy to sort through, a twister’s may be more like a labyrinth. as a result, four leaf can’t really find neeks in his dreams :’>

neeks would literally both die and kill for four leaf

neeks loves baths! just sinking into the warm water, eyes shut. it never really comes up in tt but it is so important to me that everyone knows this

he’s also very good at checkers

[painsandconfusion]

Febuwhump Masterpost

Shea makes bad time-management decisions 3.0

Since people are sharing this, click here for an updated version of this post (I’ll be adding to it daily until the event is done and rbs freeze it)

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Febuwhump First:

[Prompt: Headwound]

(tw: unhinged/unpredictable whumper, creepy whumper, yandere?, broken glass cuts, head wound, blood loss, barefoot on glass, punishment, concussion, forced comfort)

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Febuwhump Second:

[Prompt: Failed Rescue]

(tw: knife, death threats, kidnapping, stress position, traumatized whumpee, failed rescue, some kinda strong vampire vibes)

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Febuwhump Third:

[Prompt: Blood Loss]

(forced/dubcon comfort, hypothermia, creepy whumper, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping)

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Febuwhump Fourth:

[Prompt: Nightmares]

(tw: nightmare (hands grabbing - sinking), kidnapping, restrained (tied to a bed), manhandling)

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Febuwhump Fifth:

[Prompt: Let Mee See]

(tw: yander whumper, caught, manhandling, implied threat to break bones)

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Febuwhump Sixth:

[Prompt: Hypothermia]

(tw: mild gore, heavily implied future character death, unhinged whumper (this dude has almost completely lost touch with reality), hypothermia, severe frostbite, flesh and skin ripping off - vague gore in that way, restraints, manhandling, whumpee won't survive this)

Same whumper as in this scene.

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Febuwhump Seventh:

[Prompt: Used as an Experiment]

(tw: almost kinda attempted murder, hostage, restraints, blood/knife mention /threat, fear of death and impalement)

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Febuwhump Eighth:

[Prompt: No Anesthesia]

(tw: fear of death, gangrene (flesh rotting), amputation, crush injuries, broken bones (hammer 1, foot 0), long term captivity, dungeon cell, shackle restraints, tons of pain or whatever)

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Febuwhump Ninth:

[Prompt: Kidnapped]

(tw: recapture, falling back to conditioning, the permeating sadness of a good day being ruined, kidnapping, locked in a trunk (claustrophobia trigger))

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Febuwhump Tenth:

[Prompt: "How Long Has It Been?"]

(tw: very very very very very very very bad caretaking, language, domestic violence referenced, strangulation, manhandling, kidnapping, caretaker turned whumper, maybe masochistic whumpee (its not but same triggers apply), degradation, gaslighting)

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Febuwhump Eleventh:

[Prompt: "Chronic Pain"]

(tw: recapture, conditioned whumpee (falling back into conditioning), constant pain)

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Febuwhump Twelfth:

[Spiked Drink]

(tw: spiked drink (obv...), drugging, kidnapping, implied danger of noncon/rape (nothing active), degradation, loss of autonomy)

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Febuwhump Thirteenth:

[Won't Regain Conciousness]

(tw: death (not just the killing, we have a corpse and it gets massacred), helplessness, failed resuscitation, broken ribs/other bones, god complex, desperation/panic, snuff film, and again - I cannot stress this enough - mutilating a corpse)

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Febuwhump Fourteenth:

[Can't Go Home]

(tw: kidnapping threat, recovering/recovered whumpee, stalking, threats, blatant disregard for traffic laws)

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Febuwhump Fifteenth:

[Hidden Scars]

(tw: kidnapping, general depressive and anxious headspace, mention of abuse, torture, injury, trauma etc, electrocution, sadism, blood, murder)

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Febuwhump Sixteenth:

[Does That Hurt?]

(tw: cutting/kinfe, teasing, sadistic whumper, condescension, implied kidnapping, restraints, blood)

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Febuwhump Seventeenth:

[Buried Alive]

(tw: vampiresssss, vampire hunters, murder, forced to kill, heavily implied kidnapping, lots of unbidden unintentional sexual undertones (idk, its vampires, man), noncon touch, manhandling, strangulation, cemetery, lets say domestic violence?)

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Febuwhump Eighteenth:

[Forced to Watch]

(tw: phobia whumper - so this means panic attacks (just the start of one) and phobias, eisoptrophobia/extreme fear of mirrors, long term captivity, restraints(handcuffs), recorded whump, punishment, intimate whumper)

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Febuwhump Ninteenth:

[Delirium]

(tw: phobia (fear of sleep), hallucinations, murder, major character death, panic attack, bludgeoning, creepy hands that maybe drag you to the afterlife)

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Febuwhump Twentieth:

[Caged]

(tw: pet whump, cage, belting/beating, condescension)

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Febuwhump Tweny-first:

[Help Them]

(tw: long term captivity, helpless/useless caretaker, fever/delirium, unconsciousness, threat of death, infection, no nsfw themes but could be read as such)

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Febuwhump Twenty-second:

[Restrained]

(tw: merinthophobia (fear of restraint - reminiscent of claustrophobia), panic attack, hyperventilation, intimate whumper, forced comfort, forced to beg, phobia, cellophane mummy? is that a thing? it is now.)

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Febuwhump Twenty-third:

[Don't Leave]

(tw: blood loss, forced comfort, conditioned whumpee, intimate whumper, torture mention)

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Febuwhump Twenty-fourth:

[Too Weak To Move]

(sparring, bruised ribs, just a really bad hit I guess, language)

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Febuwhump Twenty-fifth:

[Muffled Screams]

(tw: intimate/creepy whumper, implied kidnapping and/or torture, manhandling, gaged with a hand (? eh, sure.), recapture, condescension, a sprinkling of PTSD, and complete and utter disregard for whumpee's sleep schedule)

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Febuwhump Twenty-sixth:

[Please Don't Do This]

(tw: kidnapping, restraints, murder mention, lots of needless flirting, intimate/creepy whumper, stress position, implied torture, knife)

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Febuwhump Twenty-seventh:

[Shower Breakdown]

(tw: implied domestic abuse, male whumper, dubcon kiss/touch, nudity (unsexy - vague shower), lots of depression, sad deforestation thoughts)

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Febuwhump Twenty-eighth:

[Presumed Dead]

(tw: nightmare, strangulation, death mention, ptsd, implied kidnapping/recapture, depression, denial/delusion/repression, a light sprinkling of existential dread)

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[Febuwhump Masterlist]

Thanks @febuwhump for putting together this event!!!

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @jadeocean46910 @villainsvictim @thecitythatdoesntsleep @heathenwhump @cryptidhongo @rainbows-and-whumperflies @bookish-anon @whumpy-catfish @whumpworld @bandages-andobsessions @deltaxxk)

I never know who to tag at the beginning of challenges like this, so lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

[aftgficrec]

Hi omg you’re open again!!!

So someone wrote a Jean/Neil fic for the summer exchange and I actually really liked the pairing! (I cannot for the life of me remember what it’s called)

Do you have more?

You have discovered one of my favorite ships! We have quite a few excellent fics we’ve recced before, and some more below. -F

Definitely check out our Jean/Neil tag!

lowkey/highkey Jean/Neil here

tumblr Neil/Kevin & Neil/Jean here

‘Qui n’avance pas, recule’ here

‘give your tears (to the tide)’ and ‘birds of prey’ here

‘Fly low carrion crow’ here

‘we’ll survive, you and i’, ‘Heart on Your Sleeve, Eyes on the Street (the Heart-Eyes Remix)’, and ‘Doves & Ravens’  here

‘Born to Beg’ and ‘Apart from Your World (A Part of Mine)’ here

‘Gucci Gang’ here

Where Dead Birds Lie by Leloqier [Rated T, 1023 words, Complete 2021, AFTG Summer Exchange]

Neil went through a lot in his life. Running from his father/serial killer, stitching up his own wounds, getting shot at in high speed car chases, having to bury his own mother- and then the whole thing at the nest... But what's worse than all that? Sharing a bed with what should be a stranger and wishing you could be closer... He's just cold though... And Jean looks so warm.

Aka The fic in which there's only one bed

(tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture)

A Shrike To Your Sharp and Glorious Thorn by Kevingayimeanday [Rated T, 4471 words, Complete 2021, AFTG Summer Exchange]

8 moments in Nathaniel Wesninski’s life that he falls just a little bit more in love with Jean Moreau and the 1 moment he has to do something about it

(tw: violence, tw: abuse, tw: blood)

kiss the boy by jeanjosten [Rated T, 12670 words, Incomplete, Updated March 2019]

Eighteen year-old Jean moves in Neil's neighborhood one summery evening of July 2008. Troubled, perturbed, anger-fueled Neil. He doesn't know how to deal with the fact that his next door neighbor is as infuriating as he is charming and, to tell the truth, things are requited. Neil's killing time: getting into fights, eyeing the waiter in the café down the street, playing lacrosse in his backyard, but when his father comes back from one of his business trips, he shuts down again—and then enters Jean.

(tw: depression, tw: child abuse, tw: alcohol, tw: drug use, tw: overdose, tw: violence)

ten of swords by morexu [Rated E, 22257 words, Complete 2018, AFTG Big Bang]

Riko sank into the throne, as the people threw blossom petals and maple leaves onto the ground where they stood, screaming for the new era of peace of harmony and of prosper- as if Riko, the new King of the Moriyama Empire, would be the one to bring about the prophesised Golden Age.

Riko silenced them with a single gesture, hand raised, fingers splayed. Jean was afraid to breathe. Kevin looked like he couldn’t breathe at all.

(tw: violence, tw: abuse, tw: noncon/dubcon)

NB: art for this fic by @uzea-ke can be found here

domesticity by cldwrites [Rated T, 1517 words, Complete 2021]

Jean has a cafe, Neil is a clingy sook and they are just soft and domestic.

also pls I just wanna talk about how much I love Jean Moreau ty

Art

Jean and Neil can swim in peace art by @aminiyard

Neil and Jean by @eggpy

Raven AU by @yolkylemon