#whumpy plot bunnies

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

I'm thinking about writing a HP fic with Voldie living with the Malfoys and treating them like garbage. Do you have any headcannons or ideas you'd wanna see in something like that?

<3 Best AU

You can't go wrong with turning Draco into a ferret as punishment / torture. I have him with a small gold birdcage in the parlour he lives in as a ferret =D (That would be really stressful to a ferret, don't do it to a real one, animal cruelty PSA)

Voldemort can give people false memories / horrifying visions when he wants to torture them without making them useless to him, so that's fun to play with.

Lucius being really messed up and traumatised from the year spent with the Dementors. Lucius being on the same level as Wormtail. Lucius showing surprise depth and actually trying to protect his family, granted that Voldemort's never actually going to let that work without making it abundantly clear he can do whatever he wants and is just ~allowing~ it...

On that note, cruel choices and Voldemort using them against each other. Things like "I let your failure of a son live, but now you're asking to be allowed a wand as well? Well, I suppose if you want that more..." or "Lord Voldemort is magnanimous; decide between you who will be punished for this". Forcing Lucius to Crucio Draco (because they all know if he doesn't Draco'll be killed). I'd say forcing Draco to Crucio one of his parents but I genuinely don't think he could. Could force him to try and then be punished for it.

Nagini. Just.... Nagini. Completely terrifying. You know she needs to eat a person every month or two.

Snape doing whatever he can to help without blowing his cover.

Bellatrix trying to get Narcissa to come to Voldemort's side and abandon her family, even offering to get rid of the family holding her back, but also Bellatrix being absolutely ready and willing to hurt Narcissa if Voldemort even hints he would like that.

Normally I leave Narcissa relatively unscathed... well, no, she's scathed, but she's less actively tortured. 🤔 Of the twice I've written something adjacent to this AU, once I had her mind controlled and kept by Rabastan, and the other I had her badly injured while trying to help Draco escape (oh, yeah, another trope: Narcissa trying to help Draco escape) and sent to the hospital. Both times I had her get out of the house and join up with the good guys and be on the other side in the final battle. Interesting trend I hadn't recognised in myself. I know you like female whumpees, though, so you have a whole world of "She comes from good Pureblood stock and it's a shame to waste it" at your fingertips, if you want to get that uncomfortable with it.

The absolute terror of knowing Voldemort can read your mind whenever he wants and will know everything you do and everything you say and everything you think.

Voldemort is such a good villain for absolutely terrorising the poor dears.

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

The caretaker hated the whumpee, and had never bothered hiding the fact, but they never would’ve wanted the whumpee to be tortured and broken like they were nothing. The caretaker is reluctant at first, not knowing how to talk to the whumpee, who believes the caretaker still fully hates their guts. The caretaker can only treat the whumpee as best as they can without making anything too awkward- usually this meant no talking, as anything they said just seemed to make things worse.

[benevolenterrancy]

Do any NieYao (or general 3zun) shippers follow me? I've been tossing around the idea of a nieyao fic but I'm getting tripped up by timeline shit because good lord JGY's life is a nightmare... is there anyone who wouldn't mind either:

a) chatting with me about timeline/canon stuff to help me get sorted

b) sending me recs of their favourite nieyao fics 👀 for, uh, strictly research related purposes for sure for sure

[elodiah]

Traffic Lights Tag Game

Thanks @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @distracteddream for the tags aaaaages ago! I wasn’t going to do this one, because my fics are nearly all basic-ass one shots that I almost always conceive of, write, and post all in the space of one day to two weeks. 🫣😆

BUT I’ve finally been bitten by a plot bunny that MIGHT end up being a bit more involved than my usual stuff, and a few chapters as well, hopefully…

rules: talk about something creative you're working on of any kind.🚦 green: what is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? orange: slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. red: what is the roadblock currently? what is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

GREEN

So I’ve got one of the prompts for the upcoming Lokius Week event to thank for this. The prompt ‘memory loss’ immediately captured my interest, purely because for the longest time now I’ve had ‘temporary amnesia’ as a random idea in my fic ideas notes, and thought “oh good, I have a reason to finally knock something out for that one.”

Initially I anticipated my regular flavour of cake, i.e. a typical angsty h/c one shot. But after thinking about it for barely even a few minutes, my mind took me on a joyride well out of my comfort zone.

I don’t want to give too much about it away, just in case it doesn’t turn out the way I planned, and also because there’s not a lot of actual plot-plot to it. And I will shamelessly state that it is tropey and predictable AF, lmao! So, anything I try to describe would likely divulge more than I’d prefer.

Basically, though, it’s a lot more romance-focussed than anything I’ve ever done, and very character-centric as well, so I’m very keen to explore something new and see where it takes me.

ORANGE

I’m on a little bit of a Mobius-whump kick right now, uncharacteristically, and even though this isn’t exactly a whumpy fic, my first thought was “what if Mobius lost his memory?”

That of course immediately led to “what would Mobius say or think if he lost his memory, then saw Loki?”

I almost instantly raced over to my phone and tapped out this (very, very rough!) exchange:

“Were we… involved?”

“What makes you ask?”

“Just a vibe. I’m having this weird, intense feeling of attachment, despite not actually knowing you before now. Well, that… and I’m insanely attracted to you.”

He would have said that Loki’s bright red blush was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen in his life, but of course he had no way of knowing whether that was actually true.

After I wrote that as a placeholder, I tried to get back to my chores… but five minutes later I’d dot-point-plotted the entire fic, lol.

So the above (if I use it), isn’t in fact taking place when he first sees Loki, but a bit later on. I don’t think even ‘single dad!Don’ would be that bold on a first encounter, lol. I actually imagine his initial thoughts being something like this other bunch of lines I got down:

Well hello, aren’t you a bit gorgeous?

Despite his head throbbing, and feeling excessively dizzy and nauseated, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity when it was staring him right in the face… with pretty blue eyes.

“Mobius? Are you okay?”

And apparently he knew this man too, even better.

You can kind-of see where this is going, hehe. However, the fic I’ve planned is actually going to switch POV, so it’s not all going to be a hopelessly oblivious Mobius desperately trying to shoot his shot with Loki, there’s gonna be a bit more to it than that. 🤣

I actually imagine it to be kind of slow and bittersweet in terms of vibes, set in a post-season 2, post-Loki-returning universe.

RED

My biggest red light is that I’m fkn terrified of writing this one, TBH. I’m so excited to try something new, but it’s sooooo far out of my comfort zone, I’m scared I won’t be able to do it the justice I think it deserves. I’m also not very good with character-driven interactions and plot, and that’s exactly what this is.

Also for someone who waffles as much as I do, I’m worried about committing to writing a multi-chapter fic. I’ve done so very few, and none of them were anything like this idea, they were generally still my usual whumpy, h/c, mission-gone-wrong type stuff.

So yeah. Scary, confronting… but exciting, so long as I can pull it off and not write the most boring, unsatisfying fic imaginable. Pfffff.

I’m so far behind with this game, since I didn’t even plan on doing it, so if you’ve read this far and would like to do one of your own, please consider yourself tagged, and make sure you tag me please, so I can check it out!

[diana-fortyseven]

A.K.A. "I wrote this instead of sleeping..."

You can find the prompt bingo right here.

It's still a work in progress, and there's so much more I want to add eventually, but everything that's already there is working.

And what's there is a lot. Like, a metric shit ton.

I've added all

Cinematic Titles

Mission Names

Mission Stories

Challenges

Destinations

of all Hitman World of Assassination Game Modes.

Some challenge prompts might look like typos to you. While I always appreciate when you point those out to me so I can fix them (seriously, please do let me know if I missed something!), please check first if there isn't an in-game challenge with that exact name, because so many of them look like I forgot how to spell. :D

Fun fact, did you know that there are roughly 1,200 challenges in the game? I wasn't joking about the "instead of sleeping" part of the title.

Additionally, there are long lists with smutty, kinky, romantic, angsty and whumpy prompts.

You can opt-out of NSFW, Shipping and Angst by not opting in (I swear this makes sense in my head right now), but if you select the theme "Romance" from the dropdown menu, you will get shippy prompts even if you don't tick the Shipping checkbox, and if you select Hurt/Comfort from the dropdown menu you will get angsty prompts even if you don't tick the Angst checkbox. I recommend ticking the Shipping or Angst checkbox if you select Romance or Hurt/Comfort for a larger pool of prompts.

You will not get NSFW prompts unless you tick the NSFW checkbox.

However, some mission stories and challenges have names that could be mistaken for NSFW prompts. I haven't put them behind the filter, and I don't know if I will do that in the future.

If you don't like a prompt, you can just re-roll that one specific prompt by clicking/tapping the field it's in.

The Themes

The bingo generator has four themed lists so far: General Prompts, Mission Fic, Romance, and Hurt/Comfort.

I will be adding more at appropriate times, such as a summer list for summer (Northern Hemisphere) or a Halloween list for Halloween. Those will be permanent additions. It's just a lot of work, and I have so many more plot bunnies and code bunnies and art bunnies, so I really have to space these updates out. xD

If you'd like to suggest a theme or donate a list of prompts, please feel free to do so!

How to Play

Create the card you want, do with it whatever you want.

You can take the prompts literally or interpret them any way you like. If it's the name of a mission story or challenge, you can use the mission story or challenge itself as a prompt, or come up with something just based on the name. If it's a pun, you can use the prompt as-is or remove the pun element from it.

Use as many or as few prompts as you want in a fic, or in a drawing, or in a daydream. You make the rules!

If you think a bingo should require a line of prompts used in one single work, cool. If you think four single works should count, that's cool too. And again, if you don't like a prompt, just re-roll it until you get one you like more.

Just have fun with it! :)

Mobile Version

The mobile version is working, but word breaks for longer words won't be pretty. I still need to add word break opportunities, but that's a lot of work, and I will probably do this in small batches over the next month or so.

If you want a prettier card, you can re-roll prompts with unpretty word breaks by tapping on the prompt you want to change.

Keyboard-Only Users

For accessibility, all prompt fields have added button functionality, which means you can use tab to select them and enter to interact with them. Your browser needs to have JavaScript enabled for that to work, though.

Now go play with it!

Or don't, I'm not your mum, I can't tell you what to do.

Final disclaimer: The platform I'm using to host my generators, Perchance, recently added AI options. My generators were not built using AI, and none of the prompts you'll get are AI generated.

My generators are all 100% handcrafted chaos. :D

If bingos are not to your liking and you'd like more detailed prompts, try my Hitman Prompt Generator!

[hold-him-down]

Plz do give us the bts breakdown of the procedure and what it *means* literally, figuratively, strategically, politically, etc., etc. 👀

Quick breakdowns:

Literally: Leo's spinal fluid + bone marrow was taken against his will because he was a likely match to a rich dude's kid, who due to medical reasons, presumably, needed a donor.

Figuratively (using to be implied): Already established that workers are government property/cogs in a governmental wheel. The DLS is a government department, similar to the department of education or the department of motor vehicles, maybe more aptly. They're leased out to people, but the implication here is that all contracts include clauses that allow for temporary emergency measures to be taken in the event that a medical procedure is deemed clinically necessary. This is seldom invoked. Other implications to this piece include reproductive rights, organ 'donation', etc. How far can/will this go before it's too far? Probably pretty far but who knows.

Strategically: There are, and have been, larger strategic moves at play since the first first chapter in October 2021, I just got a little in the weeds with the whumpy little stories and have kind of fucked off from the greater plot for right now. An additional consideration is I have no idea what I'm doing 80% of the time, with just general plot bunnies in my head that aren't fully fleshed out, some groundwork gets laid here and there and eventually I'll tackle the plot of the thing. But This Evil Doctor was intentionally selected by people for reasons. And Leo was not given anesthetics for reasons. We know that historically, when undergoing really tough medical procedures, workers are generally treated as humans, and pain medicines/anesthetics/etc are generally used, because that much has been established at a few points throughout Leo's history. The bitch of it is that I have not fully fleshed out the details of the strategy, so for now, it sits at, there had to be a reason they wanted him to suffer.

Politically: I think most of these early chapters serve to help Luke understand exactly what is happening and to light a fire under his ass, so to speak. I know fuck all about actual politics so I'm not sure how much individual power senators have but I think it's not that much, but right now they're still in the phase where they're aiming for reform one right at a time and not going HAM on actually upending the thing, however, that's destined to change as soon as I get around to figuring out the smaller details.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, AKA holdy uses a lot of words to say not a lot of things.

[whumperofworlds]

So while trying (and failing) to take a nap. I remembered an old whumpy plot bunny regarding my Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles OCs, Rae and Gulru.

...I'm gonna write it.

"But WoW! You have 2844839292 WIPs!"

...And?

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

caretaker dedicating their life to hunting down the people that hurt whumpee

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

My favourite Harry Potter AU is the one (mostly) in my head where over seventh year instead of being "basically prisoners" Voldemort keeps the Malfoys as literal prisoners and lets the Death Eaters have their way with them.

Lucius is chained up in the cellar. Draco forced into the role of a house elf, scurrying around serving and always available for casual torture. Narcissa mind-controlled and given to Rabastan but she keeps throwing off the spells. Not a wand among them.

Let Mulciber loose with his creative Imperius stylings. Let Bellatrix gleefully show how much more important the Dark Lord is than her blood relations. Let Fenrir Greyback have a taste of tender Pureblood meat. Let the Crabbes and Goyles demonstrate how a refined and elegant "good breeding" stacks up against a common fist. Let Snape be helpless to intervene.

And the sheer power perversion potential. Silencio. Petrificus Totalus. Diffindo. Incarcerus. Flagrante. Transfiguration into a ferret. Healing magic. Legilimency. Shrinking. Creating rooms without doors. Human transfiguration. False memories. Erased memories.

They could be destroyed.

And then Voldemort falls.

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2023 - 17: What Inspires me to Create Whump Content?

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Well, I create whumpy works for one very simple reason

Myself :)

As you well know, I can get VERY picky about the whump I enjoy-- needs to have this, needs to have that, the already obscure whump type needs to have hyper-specific stupidly rare tropes in it...

And, well, at the time of creating Pete and Shifting Phases, I had just never come across anything that satisfies my thirst for whump, I barely even knew or understood that I had a taste for whump, or how I did it until I created my perfect whumpee who was by design extremely angsty, cute, and tragic.

I just knew I wanted a certain flavour of angst, and often in life, my solution to problems has been 'do it myself.' If I ever thought I could get or do the thing by any other means, I usually end up going, 'well, this sucks and is disappointing, I might as well have just done it myself, never mind, I'll forget ever asking again.'

So, when I have specific wants which no piece of media I was able to find satisfied (and I was already stupidly bad at finding media), I had this approach, a very literal, "Fine, I'll do it myself :)"

While technically, I was inspired by the likes of H2O and Aquamarine, probably also a bit of Cyber Girl and the 2010 Astro Boy movie, Vampire Knight, and maybe some other stuff I can't think of, especially anything else that had even a HINT of mer or fun non-human secret were my original inspirations, I was inspired more by the lack of what they did, where they fell short, and what they could have done with their lore.

They never put their characters (who were barely even my taste anyway ^-^') through straight up hell lmao

To summarise, what inspires me to create my whump works is the total lack of media that caters to my stupidly specific tastes, and my strong internal motivation fuelled by whumperflies to get that hyper-specific whump :) I'm addicted and obsessed, what can I say? And then ofc when I ramble on and on and on to all of you lovely people about my various ideas and plot bunnies <3 You listen to me and encourage me and I love u for it <3<3<3

I love the satisfaction and whumperflies for myself, and I love inflicting my blorbo upon anyone foolish (affectionate) enough to let me even speak to them <3 The sharing brings me joy :)

[whumploversanonymous]

Had a seriously detailed whumpy dream about characters in some type of captivity In which there are - shall we say- “physical consequences” for any infraction of captors’ arbitrary rules. Normally when I have this sort of plot bunny drop in from nowhere I like to write it into a fic, but I can’t think of an appropriate fandom/universe for it! 😩

Anyone else ever have this problem?

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

.👀.

looks at post

looks at Draco disowned story starter

looks at post

layers them on top of one another

give me a vain whumpee. make him arrogant. make him conceited. So sure of himself, so proud of his own abilities that he looks down on everybody as lesser. He’s got a pretty face and plenty of wealth, perhaps a nobleman’s title, and he lives in complete luxury and splendor.

Now take away what makes him so proud of his abilities, or make it hard for him to do what he once did with ease, so now he struggles with even the slightest task. Take away his wealth and his reputation and his carefree life. Make him suffer endlessly, tormented without reprieve. Make him work for himself. Throw him in the dirt. Scar his face and body until he’s nearly unrecognizable, steal away his beautiful good looks until he thinks of himself as nothing but a monster.

He’s scarred and dirty and bedraggled. His hair is matted with knots and snarls and he just can’t bring himself to care. He lets all thoughts of his past go because they don’t serve him anymore when all he can do is merely try to survive, scrabbling fruitlessly at a bleak future against the torment that still plagues him.

He was once great. He was once respected. Now he wears the same stained clothes every day because he doesn’t have much else and doesn’t care what happens to him other than hoping what hurts him will hurt just a little less.

And then someone comes into his life. A someone who knows him, or at least who he used to be. Perhaps someone who knew him personally, perhaps not, and only heard rumors of the snooty nobleman with the vile temperament. This someone expects the whumpee to look down on them for being lesser, somehow, for being a commoner, or for being less skilled at whatever the whumpee used to pride themselves in accomplishing.

But he isnt. He doesnt have right to it anymore, not when he’s been reduced to this state. he’s little more than looking like a beggar or a drunkard or a madman with his messy hair and dirty clothes and scarred face and body. He hasn’t thought about his past vanity in years. He’s long since given up caring. He’s just wondering when the person will run from him, too offended by his hideous looks to stand being around him.

And then the someone, a caretaker, doesn’t run. Doesn’t cringe away at the sight of him, or at the sight of his face and body so riddled with scars and wounds that were never given the proper chance to heal.

The caretaker accepts this, and just makes sure to draw a bath for the whumpee. Caretaker helps whumpee with his hair, washing it in warm water and gently working out the knots. Whumpee doesnt know when the last time anybody had done this for them. Whumpee doesn’t remember how long its been since somebody touched them without violence.

Caretaker helps whumpee wash his face and get rid of all the dirt. They brush whumpee’s hair and whumpee is thrown back to images of their past self, when they would spend so long perfecting their appearance. Already, they feel more like themselves and yet less so, like a stranger, at the same time.

Whumpee breaks down. He hasn’t taken care of himself in so long because at first he was solely focused on survival, and later because he felt that he didn’t deserve to, that he didn’t deserve anything nice or anything from his old life, even something as simple as being clean.

Caretaker takes whumpee’s face in their hands, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes.

“You don’t have to suffer anymore.”

[practically-an-x-man]

🎬🚥😎🧜‍♂️🧿 for Terra and Madison?

Thank you so much!!!

A Sort of Whumpy Writer's Block Ask Game

🎬 What was the very first scene or image that popped into your head before you ever wrote a word for your OC?

Terra: Given I first created her for the plot bunny ask game... I didn't really have one, honestly! Usually I get an idea for a moment or scene and flesh out the character from there, but with that ask game I focused more on just creating a new OC that would be reasonably interesting and would fit the tone of Arcane- I didn't even expect to do anything with her until I wound up obsessed with season 2!

Madison: The first image I had was Alex being out on a mission to this old camp with a lake, looking into the reflective surface of the water and seeing Madison's face semi-visible under the surface of the water. That scene never made it into the fic, since her actual entrance involves her leaping out of the water in the middle of a fight scene, but it was what prompted me into her fishlike mutation and "wild" background

🚥 Is there a character choice or plotline that you regret but is now canon and you feel like you can't change it?

Terra: Not with Terra... no, but seriously, I wouldn't say I regret accidentally dooming Pluto to the narrative with that fic I wrote, but it's definitely going to be interesting to try and figure out where to go from here once Act 3 comes out and I see where canon goes.

Madison: No. There are definitely some things I would like to rewrite, particularly in the earlier chapters of her fic, but that's more about writing style (since those early chapters are old) than plot decisions. I'm pretty secure in the arc of her story and what it contains.

😎 Pick one thing about your OC and describe it in detail. (their smile, their eyes, the way they walk, their voice, etc.)

Terra: Terra's eyes are naturally a sort of hazel-green shade, though they have taken on a pinkish tinge due to her prolonged Shimmer use. When her use of Shimmer increases, even in the short-term, this pink color becomes pronounced and visible (with extreme use, the color almost seems to glow); and when her use of Shimmer decreases, her eyes begin to return to their natural color. Because of this, her eyes are most often a sort of undefined, murky color from that mix of green and pink.

Madison: Due to her mutation, her hair and eyes have a reflective quality to them - they mirror the colors of what's around her. Her eyes, being a smaller surface, mainly just reflect colors, though if someone looks closely they could see distinct shapes and figures as well. Her hair, especially when it's loose and brushed, has a very visible mirror effect and clearly reflects what's around her. Like a traditional mirror, these attributes can appear vaguely silver-toned on their own, but more often pick up the colors and features of their surroundings.

🧜‍♂️ If your OC could choose to be a nonhuman character, what do you think they would choose? If they are a nonhuman character, would they choose to be human or another sort of nonhuman character?

Terra: Hm... I think she'd want to be some sort of fairy or brownie - something delicate and gentle, but also something that could fly away from her troubles or slip into the air vents to gather gossip.

Madison: She'd want to be the Loch Ness Monster XD Life in the water? Alone and undisturbed, probably just a myth? That sounds like a dream to her!

🧿 Whether you actually get there or not, what are your hopes for your OC's future?

Terra: At this point, I honestly don't know! It depends partly on what Act 3 gives us, since I need to get the full story before I can determine where Terra fits into it long-term. Plus, like I said before, she was a fairly unexpected OC for me, I created her without a concrete plan or story in mind, so I'm still trying to sort out what she's all about.

Madison: From a storytelling perspective, I have two sequels to Smoke and Mirrors planned out (one set during Alex's deployment in DOFP, then a shorter piece around the time of X-Men: Apocalypse), and of course I'm always open to writing new pieces as they come. From a character perspective, I see her continuing to settle back into domestic life, getting a place with Alex, and eventually starting a small woodworking business.

[rabbitsonthemoon]

no thoughts just

I kicked writer's block's ass today!

Can't believe I'm flipping anxiety the middle finger and writing the whumpy sex pollen trope but-subverted eraserdust-ish fic that I wish I could read. is this withdrawals from MHA ending? probably. and then I'm going to post it online where people can see it? oh my goodness. im sure i was going to write the second installment of our lights in the sky before this plot bunny snuck up behind me and bit my ankle.

the fic title is called 'more human than human' and it'll be ready when it's cooked.

tysm for encouraging my shenanigans. im having a great time over here. shigaraki is not.

can't decide if I should name the cat himi or tuna. I think toga would give a cat her name actually. himi it is.

[stupidcanofpeaches]

just a master post of all the whumpy five-centric plot bunnies and unfinished projects i have floating around my folders and ao3 drafts atm also bonus parts of those fics in case yall are into that stuff lol

1. sleepwalking five. sleepwalking is frequently caused by immense amount of stress and sleep deprivation, among other things, and is more frequent in children than adults. with the life five has it would be more surprising if something like sleeptalking/sleepwalking didn’t show up at one point, considering the amounts of caffeine he consumes on top of everything else and how anxious and overstimulated he has to be with everything going on.

Even when Luther is right in front of him - after climbing up the stairs thudding - Five doesn't say anything. "Five," Luther says again. Five blinks slowly, blearily, and then - moves. He raises his hand and clumsily rubs at his eyes for a long few seconds. "Shouldn't you... Be in bed?" Luther carefully suggests. "You, uh. Look tired."

Five doesn't answer, his eyes looking somewhere through Luther's mid-chest. He's so quiet through it all, it's startling when he suddenly turns sharply around, faltering as he does so.

Luther, completely and perfectly bewildered by the quiet yet bizarre encounter, is left staring after him as the boy shuffles away slowly, soft woolen socks masking his footsteps until there are no sounds anymore, like Five was never there at all.

2. the post s2 hotel fic. you know the one. the one where they escape the sparrows and regroup in some cheap motel where allison rumours them an uncomfortable tiny room and then they proceed to family bond and argue and try to figure out what to do next. at one point he gets punched bc whump is my lifeblood and i just want to hurt my boy.

Diego takes a swing at him.

He expects Five to jump away because that's what he always does when things get remotely physical - always did, unless Dad explicitly forbade him from jumps during sparring, and even then he'd try and sneak behind them instead of facing them head-on. He expects for his fist to fly through thin air, blank space where Five's head is. 

But his fist connects. Hard. He feels the resistance of flesh and bone connecting with his knuckles before he sees what happens, and hears Klaus's gasp before Five's muffled oomph.

It takes him one slow, thick, horrible second to comprehend the situation. No fucking way, he thinks, eyes wide, and then he blinks, and then the momentum sends Five full-on flying.

Diego's a grown man. He's a trained fighter, with a decent amount of muscle on him and a lot of practice punching the daylights out of other grown men, who are usually actively resisting.

Five's a trained fighter as well but he is also a kid - physically, at least. Skinny, five-foot-something kid who already had the everloving shit beaten out of him by the swede no more than a few days before. A kid who stood still and glared when Diego got in his face, and didn't move an inch when he swung, and so his hit landed painfully perfectly.

3. the one where five is incredibly stressed out but manages to keep everything bottled down right up until he trips and skins his knees and that tiny thing somehow pushes him over the edge into a sobbing breakdown that he hates but cannot stop because he is just so. tired. he is so tired and everything is wrong, nothing is going the way it was supposed to go and he’s managing but also he really can’t do this anymore. he is also very desperately touchstarved so when confused and also frankly a little terrified luther tries to comfort him with a pat on the shoulder the gesture just sends him spiraling all over again.

He stumbles, and he falls, and that's how it all unravels.

He only just manages to throw his hands out to catch himself, too distracted to do it correctly and in time, and his knees and palms scrub over the rough pavement as he tumbles down.

Luther is somewhere behind him, and he doesn't really feel the pain at first - he's more bewildered that he could be so out of it, so deep into his head, to fall over so stupidly. Then, the stinging comes, and he winces even though the pain is barely anything compared to a shrapnel wound or a bullet graze.

Suddenly, he's bitterly, unfathomably upset. It's completely disproportionate to the situation and the realization of that does nothing to make him feel better or calmer. No. It just makes him feel worse. Stupider. This is nothing - why would he be so - so -

His hands shake when he raises them up. The skin is half-scratched off his dirty, wet palms.

So he sits there, on the wet, cold pavement, with his scraped knees and skinned palms, staring at them - at the pink and red road rash, the burn of it across his skin, the dirt and the blood, and it hits him just how abysmally stupid all of this is - this, this whole thing, and it was just a touch, just a hug -

Just a hug. Was that it? A hug. A hug.

All he wanted.

The pressure in his chest grows unbearable. He doesn't recognize it, but it's a painful strain that's deeper than any muscle strain he experienced before. His lungs feel - squeezed. He inhales the wet, fresh air, and looks up from his scraped knees to the summery overcast sky, warm pink and timid dusty blue barely visible over the puffy dark clouds of that recent rain.

It's beautiful.

And he bursts into tears.  

4. milk carton kid or the one where five’s disappearance and then reappearance did not go unnoticed. five is unpleasantly surprised when he finds out that eventually all of his siblings stopped looking for him. he knows it’s stupid, unreasonable, and they couldn’t have found him even if they kept going - but the thought is upsetting. five being five, he doesn’t voice or even admit this until it snowballs into something a lot bigger than simply being upset and crosses over into a disappointment so bitter he cannot hide it anymore. 

Diego throws his arms up. “Just - Would you just fucking admit that you’re angry!”

And Five bares his teeth. The coffee steams on the table, forgotten. “You want it?” he hisses, “Fine! I’m angry! Because none of you, you stupid bastards, even thought I’d come back!” 

Diego immediately opens his mouth to fire back - something, something to protest, but nothing comes. “We - “ he starts anyway, but Five’s voice drowns him out. He takes a step closer, jabbing one finger into Diego’s chest viciously like he’s wielding a knife.

“Because you thought I left you on purpose!” he bites out, “Like I’d – Like I’d ever leave you all alone with him, and waltz off into the sunset! I almost killed myself so many times trying to get back to you – and all you could do was hang up a few sad posters and then shrug and say, well, that’s all I can do, guess he’s gone. Who the fuck does that?” 

Five’s voice cracks. It cracks and wobbles, like that of young child, and all they can is stare because there’s no safe way to say to alert Five to the fact that he’s openly crying now without completely unraveling the situation further. Five doesn’t notice the wet trails on his cheeks - doesn’t even notice that there’s anyone else in the room besides him and Diego who’s just standing there now, expression soft and a little lost.

“I know it’s unfair, I know, I know, I know you would’ve never found me, you couldn’t have if you tried. But you just - You just gave up. Sooner or later, but all of you, just - just, giving up, like I was never there, and - And a bunch of absolute strangers held vigils for me. They put up candles on their windowsills, you know that? They put up posters, after you guys stopped. Turns out, they searched the databases of unidentified, unclaimed bodies to see if any of them was me. That’s more than what you did. Because you gave up. You gave up.”

Five hides his face in the crook of his elbow as if that could hide his trembling shoulders or muffle the angry, choked whimper.

And then, it’s silent.

5. classic whump kidnapping and mild torture plot where klaus’s old acquaintance desperate for drug money realizes that klaus got a sizeable inheritance after a very widely publicized death of his millionaire father. his initial target is klaus; however, when he realizes that the hargreeves family also includes a harmless-looking, tiny kid, he switches over to him.

He pushes the backdoor open. They end up in a small, dark kitchen, the room unkempt and dusty; a couple of unsteady steps in, he heaves the boy up on a rickety old chair that’s a bit too big for him. His feet dangle in the air as the boy curls in with the force of Jay’s shove but quickly regains his rigid posture and glares at him. His head lolls a bit before he forces it back up. Jay would’ve very much liked to retie his hands behind his back, had planned to do it just to play it safe, but that was before he woke up. Now, he definitely wasn’t going to risk it, not after that complete failure of a kidnapping and how much grief the boy gave him.

The first thing the boy says after he pulls the tape off his mouth harshly is:

"This is a fucking disgrace," with a voice raspy and dry and full of such disdain Jay shrinks back a little. He stares at Jay darkly, with half-lidded eyes, in a way that makes him thankful for using more than one pair of zip-ties on him; the feeling of those clever little hands on his throat and punching the lights out of him is still fresh in his mind. It’s almost embarrassing, how quickly the boy puts the fear of god in him with one look, despite being so much smaller and also sporting a head wound.

After a second of bewildered silence from Jay, the boy jerks his chin up harshly. “Well?” he spits out, sounding impatient, like Jay is wasting his time.

It’s pretty fucking eerie, even, how composed he is, despite waking up in a car miles away from his home, hurt and probably disorientated. He does not sound like a terrified kid that Jay had waited for, only a bit dazed; granted, this whole thing went any direction but the one he’d expected. Is this not his first time being kidnapped or something?

6. as a result of some sort of paradox/superpowers hijinks, the siblings accidentally switch powers. it wouldn’t be so bad if five, of all people, didn’t end up with klaus’s powers. the resulting crowd of dead people following him around ends up being so completely overwhelming he shuts down in the corner of his room with a bottle of vodka and his hands pressed tightly against his ears in a futile attempt to block out the endless shouting. luckily, it’s temporary, and klaus is there to help him ride it out.

this one doesn’t have anything written for it yet lol cause i only got the idea like. maybe a few hours ago??

+ sequels i currently have in the works for the things that are already published

7. third chapter for cages where five is finally sober and distinctly unhappy about everything he unwillingly admitted to under the influence but avoiding the conversation simply isn’t an option anymore.

"Small sips," Grace says.

Diego pushes open the door.

Inside, the curtains are open and warm morning sunrays illuminate the room - highlight the paleness of Five's face as he half-sits in his bed, leaning against the pillows, muted tones of sickly eggshell-white of his skin and the watercolor dark blue of his bruised-exhausted eyebags. For a moment, Diego is apprehensive, reluctantly looking away from their mother's welcoming smile - afraid to see Five's expression from yesterday's night; the way his eyelids drooped, the blown out pupils only leaving a thin circle of green visible in a way that made his eyes look downright unnatural, plastic, doll-like; the drunken shift and shuffle of his limbs and features, uncoordinated dance of muscles moving of their own accord. He's afraid to see Five - absent, all but gone under the influence, wiped clean.

But Five's eyes are clear and hard when their gazes finally meet - his steely resolve fully back despite his limp, obviously tired body still openly showing the consequences of what he went through during that week in captivity. The way his body sags somehow makes Diego think of an empty tomato skin, all the pulp and juices squeezed out. He looks spent, a spool of wool unwound and messy, a little all over the place - hair sticking up, pajamas twisted, elbows and knees poking out sharply - but also present in a way he wasn't before.

8. sequel for in every dream home a heartache with the siblings’ reaction, recovery and some more pain on both diego’s and five’s part. this one is mostly completed but somehow i keep finding more things to edit and add so im not sure when i will actually finish this. the ending is already written, however, and considering the subject and overall tone of the fic it’s pretty hopeful. so yeah.

He can't take their pitying glances anymore - sticky, lingering, following him around, cautious and caring and absolutely unbearable. They reach out to touch him and then they don’t. They start asking questions and then they stop. Their hands are cotton wool soft; they lean back and away just as easily whenever he moves too quickly, afraid to touch. And they’re everywhere, all the time, night and day, sitting at his bedside all somber and sad, keeping vigil - he remembers their concrete still silhouettes even through the haze of painkillers - what, did they think Five was done for? That he was broken irreparably this time around? 

No. He survived worse.

Thankfully, he's an adult, and if he wants some peace and quiet, he can go wherever he wants whenever he pleases to do so. And he does want it. Some peace and quiet. So he does.

Five gets up slowly, finding his way in the dark carefully. His bedside is empty. Finally. He feels rusty, grimy, like a toy soldier left forgotten in the attic for years and years, joints disused and creaky after such a long time spent just lying around and sleeping and not doing much of anything else. His brain feels rusty. His mouth is full of cotton and tastes like vomit despite rinsing it out ten times over.

He's been standing up and moving around a bit, more so lately, now that mom was weaning him off of painkillers, but every step still stings - dulled though it is, the pain is there, stitches pulling tightly at his skin like glue. The bite of old bruises. The memory stings, too. His own weakness. The guilt in Diego's crumbling face. 

He should’ve known better. He should’ve stopped it. He had to protect them, and here, he failed completely.

And the worst thing is, somehow, is that Five feels - dirty. Dirty inside and out. Like something had gone off in him that night, and been rotting quietly ever since - mold growing through his ribs and softly eating through his internal organs, until all his blood is infected and curdled, like there was still something inside of him, something vaguely wrong, something filthy, slimy, spoiled, and he can't breathe quite right; the mold, he can almost feel it, feel its wet earthy smell, the wet smell of mud, of dusty concrete, and it hurts -

He heads to a shower. 

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so uhhh. stay tuned folks, i guess?

ill be honest i was just dying to post something but nothing is finished so have this mish-mash of things instead.

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Draco: :( Wizarding World: Death Eater scum! Draco: :((

The whumpee had been a horrible person before, so they should have expected the fact that nobody was giving them an ounce of sympathy. The whumpee has to treat their own wounds after they escaped on their own, and can’t turn to anyone after they’re haunted by nightmare after nightmare that won’t let them sleep.