#merrywhumpmas

[cuddlepilefics]

No, I’m not

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompts:

#sickmas: shivers, cups of tea

#merrywhumpmas: fever, chills, denial, whining, laryngitis

No one’s POV.:

Felix woke up freezing and pulled his blanket tighter around his chilled body. Something didn’t feel right but he couldn’t yet pinpoint what. As he grew more lucid, he picked up on the blaring of his alarm and dazedly shut it of. Realizing he’d have to get up, Felix sighed and flinched. The small sound had sent a sharp pain down his throat and he dropped his head back onto the pillow, defeated. He knew he had to get up but at the same time, he just couldn’t find the energy to. Goosebumps spread down his arms when he finally rolled out of bed, the movement throwing him off balance. Weird. Why did his head feel so light?

Dressing in baggy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie to help him warm up, Felix looped a scarf around his neck and left his room. Seungmin and Jeongin were already eating breakfast, while Minho had waited for him, worried the Aussie might oversleep. “Good morning”, the older smiled, “Wasn’t sure you’d get up. Come eat so we can get going.” – “I’m not hungry”, Felix forced out, his voice scratchy and weirdly high-pitched. Talking hurt more than he had expected, so instead of grabbing something to eat, he went to prepare himself a cup of tea. Minho was quick to take over and guided his dongsaeng to the dining table, instructing: “You gotta eat, Lixxie. We have a long day ahead of us, flower, so you will need all your energy.”

The petname made Felix feel weird and he muttered awkwardly: “I’m not little, hyung.” Three pairs of confused eyes scrutinized him. “It’s okay if you are”, Minho assured, figuring the other was denying it because of their work schedule. He had secretly been little at the company building a couple of times though, so he should be fine. Why wasn’t he honest with his caregivers then? Shaking his head, Felix wanted to argue but Seungmin hummed: “Why’s your voice so high then? You sound like you’re small, bubba.” – “Just a sore throat”, the Aussie denied, realizing he wasn’t up to an argument.

He didn’t feel like they believed him but gratefully accepted the cup of tea Minho brought him. The older had almost transferred the drink into his dongsaeng’s sippy cup, had Felix not shot him a very stern look. Since they were running a little late, the Aussie managed to get out of the dorm without being forced to eat breakfast, much to Minho’s dismay. His hyung was determined to keep a very close eye on him though.

Felix kept his eyes cast to the ground as he trudged along the rest of the members, shivering despite the number of layers he had put on. “Yeah, he refused to eat breakfast and I’m pretty sure, he’s little though he denies it”, he heard Minho tell Chan. Rolling his eyes, Felix piped in: “No, I’m not.” His voice was barely loud enough for Chan to catch it and the effort hadn’t really been worth the pain. Holding back tears at the pain in his throat, Felix ducked into his scarf and muffled a weak cough.

As soon as the members had arrived at the studio, Felix settled in next to Hyunjin, hoping his friend’s warmth would ease his chills. “You probably won’t be able to record today, right?”, Chan asked softly, “Minho told me about your sore throat.” – “Don’t think so, sorry”, the younger forced out. Assuring Felix that it was fine to postpone his recording session, Chan took his seat at the mixing desk and got to work. Hyunjin felt his fellow dancer shiver and whispered: “Are you could?” Giving a pathetic nod, Felix huddled tighter, relieved when the older draped his arm around his shoulders.

They were just taking a short break, when Changbin crouched in front of Felix and hummed: “Lix, we have a bunch of coloring books in the desk drawer if you want. I bet it’s stressful to pretend to be big and work like an adult when you’re little.” – “For fucks sake, why do y’all keep treating me as though I was little?!”, Felix whined hoarsely, “No, I’m not.” – “Well, your voice his high-pitched, you’re really cuddly and whining doesn’t necessarily support your case”, Jisung listed but grew soft when he noticed the tears in the other’s eyes. “My voice is high because my throat hurts like hell”, the dancer snapped, “I stay close to Hyunjin because he’s warm while I’m freaking cold and excuse my whining but it sucks when nobody believes you!”

Felix’ voice had started to crack more towards the end and he was full on sobbing now. Whether he was crying from the pain or the frustration, he didn’t know. Gently ruffling his hair, Hyunjin shushed: “It’s okay, I believe you.” The younger looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, hesitantly leaning into his touch. “You’re burning, Lix, so I’m not surprised you’re having chills”, Hyunjin informed quietly, “Already woke up with that fever, huh?”

While 3racha discussed how to proceed, Felix closed his eyes and relaxed into Hyunjin’s affection. “Lix?”, Chan hummed, catching his dongsaeng’s attention, “You won’t be recording today and the rest of our schedule consists of dance practice, which you also have no business attention with a fever, so there’s really only one question. Once I arrange your ride, where do you want to go? Back to your dorm to try and sleep it off or to a doctor to get your throat checked. I’d vote in favor of the latter because your voice really concerns me but ultimately, it’s up to you.” Pulling out his phone, Felix typed for a moment before showing Chan the screen. He’d see a doctor about his sore throat.

“Text us as soon as you get home, okay?”, Hyunjin instructed, brows furrowed with worry as he fixed the boy’s scarf, “And let us know if you need anything.” Felix nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before being pulled into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t believe you”, Minho whispered before releasing his dongsaeng from his embrace, “Try to sleep when you get home.” Stuffing a handful of cough drops into Felix’ pocket, Jisung gave him a crooked smile. He needed no words, the Aussie could see the apology in his eyes.

Felix had known that he had a long wait ahead of him but he couldn’t have predicted just how draining sitting in a waiting room could be. Now, he was finally on his way home though, texting their group chat to let them know that he had laryngitis and would be on vocal rest for the next couple of days to restore his voice. He had deliberately texted them before he got home because he could already feel his consciousness get foggy and doubted he’d be able to resist sleep long enough to text them once he arrived and sure enough, no sooner then he had crawled into bed did his eyes close.

Chan was growing worried when he hadn’t heard anything from Felix for the rest of the day after his initial text but it did make sense when they arrived at the boy’s dorm for dinner after finally completing their schedule. Since everyone was concerned for their friend, they didn’t head to their separate dorms but wanted to spend the evening together. When Chan went to check on Felix, the younger dazedly awoke from his afternoon nap, eyes shiny with fever. He was about to speak but the leader handed him his phone, reminding: “No talking for now. How’re you feeling?”

While Felix typed, Chan felt his forehead and realized that he was still hot to the touch. “Think you could handle some soup for dinner? I think you should take something for that fever but not on an empty stomach”, the leader mused. “Throat’s on fire, would love medicine for the pain and fever, the chills suck, not sure I can eat’, the screen showed when Felix handed the phone back to Chan. Nodding in acknowledgement, the oldest smiled: “Do you want to come to the living room? We can get you settled on the couch with a bunch of blankets. I know you don’t like being alone when you’re feeling poorly.” Felix nodded and allowed his hyung to remove his blanket but mouthed: “Dizzy.”

With Chan’s support, Felix slowly shuffled to the living room and weakly collapsed onto the couch, smiling when Jeongin came over to hug him. “Let me get you some soup”, Seungmin smiled, ruffling his friend’s already disheveled hair in passing. He joined Minho in the kitchen, the older preparing dinner for the rest of them. Glancing over at the vocalist, Minho hummed: “How is he?” – “Looks properly sick now but we didn’t talk, obviously”, Seungmin shrugged, filling a bowl with soup. He grabbed a spoon before making his way back to the living room. Felix sat on the couch, a fluffy blanket draped around his shoulders, with Hyunjin and Jisung sitting on either side of him. Despite the blanket and scarf he was wearing, the Aussie still shivered, so Seungmin handed the bowl to Hyunjin, afraid it’d get spilled.

Hyunjin held the bowl while Felix ate, not wanting any of them to get burned if the younger’s shaky grip slipped. It was a slow process though with Felix wincing after every bite as he fought back tears at the pain in his throat every time he swallowed. Jisung comfortingly rubbed the Aussie’s back through the blanket, heard aching at his twin’s struggle. Soon, Minho served the rest of the group their dinner, while Chan brought Felix’ medicine and a glass of water to rinse it down with. The younger only took a few tiny sips though, his throat too raw to put himself through the pain of drinking anymore.

When they were all done eating, Changbin and Jeongin cleaned up the dishes, while the other members retrieved more pillows and blankets to get ready for a movie. Since Felix had slept all afternoon, he doubted he’d be able to go to bed any time soon and would gladly take any distraction from the pain. He had curled up with his head on Hyunjin’s lap and Minho spread a second blanket over his shivering body to quell the chills, cooing at how small his dongsaeng looked curled up like that. Worried the boy would struggle to stay hydrated with such a painful sore throat, Chan made sure to supply his fellow Aussie with cups of tea and added generous amounts of honey to each of them to soothe the pain a little.

Seungmin dimmed the lights and waited for Felix to choose a movie. Hyunjin stroked Felix’ hair at a slow pace, knowing how much the boy depended on physical affection, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Now, he looked comfy though. Amidst his group, Felix felt safe and no matter how much pain he might be in, he knew this too would pass and the members would all be there for him, making his struggle more bearable.

[flowerpetalprincess]

Merry Whumpmas || Day 24; Snowed In

It was hard to keep each other warm, when one of you was the embodiment of winter. Caretaker mused that perhaps, cuddling up to Whumpee was just going to make the situation worse.

But Whumpee was so drained, even he couldn't resist Winters cruel chill.... so Caretaker continued to hold onto them, even as the cold took him too.

-

This was going to be cute, like, snuggling by the fireplace cute! But it sorta just... derailed.

Whoops.

It was also meant to be a gift for my good friend, @lindzem but it came out just super angsty, sorry x-x

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

Prompt List

Jack Frost and Pitch Black both belong to Rise of the Guardians || Dreamworks

Please do not steal, repost, or alter in any way.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Merry Whumpmas Day 5: Poison

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan leaves a poison on the table as he goes to grab something before leaving not knowing anyone was home. Ethari comes out of his workshop and decides he wants a drink.

  Assassins are careful. But sometimes being careful isn't enough. Sometimes you need to make sure your husband isn't home when you leave your poison next to his glass. The color of the liquids were that different.

    Ethari walked out of his workshop to realize he had forgotten his drink on the table. Runaan had almost forgotten his small knife he kept on him just in case.

    As he walked out to the dinning room where he had left his supplies, he paused for a moment. "I didn't know you were home."

    "Oh, I was in my workshop. Are you about to head out love?" Ethari asked as he set down his glass.

    Runaan looked at the glass. He looked at the one next to it and froze. His eyes locked on the two glasses as he realized that his husband had grabbed the wrong glass.

    "Ethari, sit down." He pulled out a chair at the table and pushed him into it.

    "Is everything okay?" the man asked.

    "No. You grabbed the wrong glass."

    Runaan's heart sank as he watched Ethari realize what had happened.

    "It's okay. Go get the antidote. I'll be fine here."

    The elf ran back to his closet. He had moved everything there when Rayla moved in. He tore it apart trying to find it.

    In the other room, Ethari started to feel the effects of the poison. He tried to stand to go help Runaan and to maybe help him calm down. He got a few feet before he collapsed. His breathing speed slightly as he sat against the table.

    A crash came from their room. Runaan pulled away from the object that fell. He looked at his shaking hand to see blood coming out of a large cut. He shook it off and looked back to the closet.

    Rayla hadn't moved in all that long ago and he hadn't had a chance to really organize everything yet. She took up a lot more time then Runaan had realized she would. He didn't mind most of the time but right now he almost resented taking her in.

    But even then he knew it wasn't her fault. As he grabbed for a vile at the top of the shelf, he thought about how he knew better then to leave something as deadly as poison on the table. He knew better then to assume it would be okay.

    The vile came into his grasp and he looked at the label on the bottom. He had found what he needed.

    Ethari couldn't see straight. He had a terrible headache and everything felt off center. Even though he knew he was staying still, everything felt like it was moving. The worst part was feeling tired. He felt so tired.

    When Runaan came into the room, Ethari hadn't noticed at first. He only saw him when he was a few feet in front of him.

    "Love?" He asked.

    "Drink this." Runaan put the small vile against Ethari's lips and tipped it some. The elf tried to take the glass but Runaan didn't let him.

    Slowly he started to recover. While he still couldn't see straight or think very well, Ethari took his husband's injured hand into his own. He looked at his, swaying and tried to get him to take care of it.

    At first Runaan didn't understand but slowly he got the point and grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it against his hand. "Is that better?"

    Ethari smiled. Runaan grabbed him and laid him down on the couch. He grabbed the trash can and put it next to them and held Ethari's hair when he threw up. He pulled the other back into the couch when he almost fell off.

    Another assassin walked into their home. He didn't even knock. He looked at Runaan confused. "Everything okay? You were supposed to meet up like thirty minutes ago."

    "I'm going to be late. If the time comes and you must leave, I will catch up."

    "Okay?" The elf sounded skeptical as he started to walk away.

    "Can you, find Rayla for me? Take her the coins on the counter and tell her to grab some bread from the market."

    "Don't want her home yet?" He asked.

    "Not yet."

    The assassin grabbed the coins and headed for the door. "I'll keep her distracted."

    "Thank you." Runaan looked back at the man in front of him. He sighed. This had never happened before. Normally he was more careful than that. He never should have left such a strong poison on the table.

    It was yours before Ethari came close to recovering. The assassin had done as he said he and had kept Rayla away from the home.

    "I'm so sorry" Runaan began. "I never should have left poison on the table. I was just going to grab something."

    "It's okay." Ethari spoke slowly and softly. "I probably should have looked."

    "No this is my fault. How are you feeling?"

    "Better then before."

    "Good."

    "You need to go right?"

    "I can stay."

    "No, you go ahead. I'll be okay."

    It took awhile before Runaan finally agreed to leave. He left the trash can by his side and bright Ethari a glass of water.

    "I'll be home soon. I love you." He kissed  Ethari's forehead and made his way to the door.

    "I love you too dear." Ethari laid back down on the couch. He grabbed the glass of water and took a sip of it. Then he set it back on the table and grabbed the book that was there. Taking the blanket into his hands, he pulled it over him and opened the book. At least he had a reason to read now.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Merry Whumpmas Day 3: Fever

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Ezren gets sick

  It had been a while since Ezren or Callum had gotten sick. That was good. The Opeli came to talk to Callum. Ezren may be the king but he is still a child. Children are fragile.

    "High mage, your brother has fallen ill. He is in his room." Opeli informed him. Callum closed his book and walked to Ezren's room. He knew he would really only be able to keep him company.

    As he opened the door Bait greeted him. He walked over to Ezren's bed and sat down. The boy shifted from his place and leaned against Callum.

    Ezren was so warm. His skin felt like it was burning. "hey Ez, how are you doing?"

    "I don't feel well." Ezren muttered.

    "You'll be okay Ez. Get some rest."

Soon Ezren had fallen asleep. Callum leaned against his head broad and sighed. He pulled out a book and started to read it.

Opeli quietly came into the room with a glass of water and a small bucket of water that had a rag on the side of it. She placed them beside the bed and nodded to Callum. He smiled softly as she left the room, closing the door almost silently.

Almost an hour later Ezren started to stir. He muttered about something before waking up slightly. "Callum, can you get Dad?" He asked innocently.

Callum tried to figure out what to say. He was delirious. The fever had started to cause painful dreams. "He's busy but I'm here. Try to go back to sleep okay?"

Tears welled in the older brother's eyes as he reached for the rag and rang it out. He pressed the cloth gently against Ezren's head and shortly the boy was back asleep. Callum put the rage back in the bucket and leaned back against the headboard.

Tears fell softly from his eyes as he wondered about what would be different about their lives if Harrow had survived. Maybe Ezren's only family wouldn't be a mage and a general who is hours away. Maybe he wouldn't be the one who has to take care of Ezren.

It wasn't that Callum minded. He would do anything for him. But a father seemed better than a brother. They weren't very old and were already alone.

Of course there were doctors that could take care of Ezren. He was the king of Katolis after all. But for now all they could do is keep him comfortable. It was just a virus that would go away soon enough.

Still Callum worried. He did a lot of that as of lately. He worried about the people he was around. He couldn't help it.

Again Ezren stirred. Before he could wake up, Callum placed the damp rag on his head and started to whisper softly. He whispered words of comfort to him and soon the boy had settled again.

The rag hit the water as Callum closed his eyes. Hopefully Ezren would feel better soon.

[cuddlepilefics]

No where to go (short)

Fandom: Cubs

Sickie: Kim Woojin

Caregivers: Cubs

Setting: shortly after becoming a soloist

No one’s POV.:

Woojin had been working on a Christmas album for the past two weeks, barely getting a chance to enjoy the snowy season at all with how busy he was. The only times he got to spend any time outside were on his way to and from the company building. Still, it seemed like that had been enough to give him the sniffles. Woojin was still adjusting to his soloist lifestyle and while he enjoyed working on his album, he also felt all too alone.

Having nursed a headache for days, Woojin sipped his coffee and leant back in his chair. The screen in front of him made his eyes water but he knew he had deadlines to meet and couldn’t afford to slack off right now. Luckily, he had already recorded most of the tracks because his voice was starting to fail him. He was well aware that coffee wasn’t the best choice for his sore throat but was still hoping it’d soothe the headache a little and help him get through the day.

A livestream was scheduled for later that day and Woojin groaned just thinking about it. He loved his fans and was grateful for their support but he didn’t feel presentable and doubted any amount of makeup could conceal that. The dark circles under his eyes, the reddened water lines, the angry pink tint and chapped skin around his nostrils and the feverish flush high on his cheek bones. Besides, all makeup would be for nothing the second he’d start talking because his voice was more than just a little hoarse and kept cracking in the most inconvenient moments like when he was talking to his manager earlier that day.

Glancing at the clock, Woojin realized that it was almost time to go and shut off his computer. He’d have to put at least some concealer on, so Cubs wouldn’t worry too much about him. Luckily, they had already planned a calm and relaxing activity. Woojin would be coloring holiday-themed coloring pages and decorate them with cute stickers, which he could then giveaway at his next fansign event. They’d have some Christmas music playing in the background but he’d refrain from singing along for the sake of his throat. It were situations like this when he regretted becoming a soloist. With a full group having his back, he could simply blend into the background on the days when he wasn’t feeling well. He’d have people, who had his back. Now, he felt like he had no where to go.

When Woojin felt like he looked somewhat decent, he got set up at his desk, a steaming paper cup of tea in front of him. The ring light made his eyes sting but he had little time tom dwell on the discomfort before welcoming Cubs. Watching the viewer numbers rise, Woojin gave a small wave and greeted them quietly. With the cuff of his sleeve resting against his septum, he sniffled: “Oh, yeah. Schedules have been pretty busy with preparations but I thought we could spend a nice and quiet evening together. Nothing more relaxing than coloring and listening to music, right?” He held up the coloring pages before giving his pencil case a little shake.

“My voice?”, Woojin laughed awkwardly, before clearing his throat, “Aah, I’ve caught a bit of a cold recently. The weather’s really gotten to me, so make sure you dress warmly, Cubs, don’t catch something too.” Clumsily fiddling with the zipper of his pencil case, he eventually got it open and picked up a pencil. As he started to color, his tired eyes occasionally scanned over the comment section and he lowered his pencil, promising: “I’m okay, really. Tired and a little stuffy, yeah, but spending time with Cubs is a great way to unwind and we can listen to music together. I just need to resist singing along, which is really hard because I love these songs but I can do it.” Holding up his paper cup, Woojin added: “Look, I’m even drinking tea. Now stop worrying so much, I’m taking good care of myself. Let’s just have a nice evening together.”

The tingling at the back of his sinuses made his eyes water but he just nudged his wrist against his nose and tried to stay composed. Even when his breath started to hitch, Woojin was still determined to fight it. Convinced he could get his breathing back under control, he was taken by surprise and barely able to bring his arm up to his face to catch a throat-scraping sneeze. Ducking out of the frame, Woojin muffled an even rougher sounding sneezes and sniffled thickly as he searched his pockets for a tissue to clean himself up with before downing the last sip of his tea to ease the pain in his throat.

He colored quietly for some time, allowing the music to fill the silence for him. Turning aside, Woojin muffled a dry cough into his sleeve and shakily reached for his tea in hopes of soothing the irritation in his throat, only to find his cup already empty. He pushed back his chair and quickly exited the frame to get himself some water, doubting he’d be able to stop coughing unless he had had a drink. Forcing down a few sips, Woojin rubbed at his watering eyes and returned to his seat. He mumbled a hoarse apology as he set down the water bottle, sniffling while reading the comments.

“I’m not being forced to do a livestream”, Woojin denied, scrubbing at his nose, “True, I’m not feeling the best but it is still my choice to spend time with you. It sucks to be sick so close to Christmas and, you know, it’s easy to feel a little lonely around this time of year. I don’t want Cubs to feel lonely, so if you have no where to go, you can still come here and spend a slow and comfy evening together.” At this point, his voice was slowly starting to give out and he sipped some more water before continuing: “All of this is still new to me too and I often feel lost. When that happens, like it’s happening right now, Cubs give me somewhere to go, so thank you for that.”

[flowerpetalprincess]

Merry Whumpmas || Day 27; Fighting

The Fury of Avernus. The title rang hollow for Whumpee when she was forced into the role. Sure, she loved fighting, but the constant war she was in due to Whumper didn't make her feel any better.

One day, she promised herself. One day she'd escape Whumper and bring the fighting straight to them.

-

I love Karlach, she's honestly my top character! She's just a huge pain in the butt to draw. Hopefully come January I can find some more time to practice her. This is a much more simplified version.

Was really fun though, been wanting to draw her since I found her in Bg3 <3

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

Prompt List

Karlach belongs to Baldurs Gate 3 || Larian Studios

Please do not steal, repost, or alter in any way.

[cuddlepilefics]

Sprained ankle (short)

Fandom: Shinee/SuperM

Sickie: Taemin

Caregivers: Minho & Jongin

No one’s POV.:

How long had they been practicing? Taemin didn’t know, couldn’t possibly remember. Since all their groups had different schedules, him, Baekhyun and Jongin hadn’t been able to practice with the other SuperM members. While Baekhyun was away on solo promotions, Taemin and Jongin tried to catch up to what they had missed. They had recording sessions, squeezed in between their individual schedules and earlier that week, a choreographer had taught them the new dances, well aware that the two could practice by themselves after being shown the choreography. He also gave them a recording, so they could watch and teach themselves whenever they got the opportunity to.

Taemin and Jongin had met up outside their official schedule almost every night to practice the new choreographies. They were the main dancers of their individual groups, so they had a reputation to uphold and if that meant sacrificing their sleep in order to perfect their dancing, so be it. Taemin’s head ached from the lack of sleep and he had seen Jongin down two painkillers earlier too, though the younger didn’t mention what was bothering him. The endless hours of additional dance practice left them both incredibly sore and their groups had already started go worry, though they knew that sometimes this hard work was what it took to achieve their success.

Having completely switched to auto-pilot, Taemin executed the moves from muscle memory, his mind blank. It seemed like he was looking at himself in the large mirror to monitor his dancing but he wasn’t actually aware of what he saw or did. Only an intense pain shooting up his leg and his vision tilting sideways brought Taemin back to focus, though not in time to catch himself. “Shit! Are you okay, hyung?”, Jongin gasped, dropping into a crouch next to his friend. Gritting his teeth as he sat up, Taemin forced out: “Ugh, yeah. Think so.” The younger offered Taemin a hand and pulled him up, only for him to stumble immediately.

“Fuck!”, Taemin hissed, clinging to Jongin’s shoulder for support, “I hurt my ankle. Just realized when I tried to put weight on it.” Suppressing a curse of his own, Jongin helped the older limp over to their bags where he sat down and dropped his aching head back against the wall. While Taemin dried his face and started to unlace his shoe, Jongin offered: “Do you want me to call anyone? Any of your members or your manager?” – “None of the members”, the other groaned, studying the already developing bruise around his ankle, “I hope they’re asleep ‘cause our schedules have been tough. Maybe my manager or one of the company drivers? It’s already starting to swell, so I should probably get it looked at maybe have an x-ray taken.” – “I’ll call your manager”, Jongin nodded sympathetically, “He can take you to the hospital and adjust your schedules depending on the diagnosis.”

While they waited for Taemin’s manager to come and pick him up, Jongin got a bottle of ice cold water from a vending machine and poured it onto his friend’s towel before carefully draping the cold fabric around his ankle, hoping to dull the pain a little. “Thanks”, Taemin panted, “I’ll text you once I know how serious it is. Hope it’s just a sprain.” Jongin hummed in agreement, contemplating whether he should continue practicing on his own or call it a day to avoid injuring himself due to his exhaustion.

When Taemin had left with his manager, Jongin took a bathroom break to make up his mind and assess just how bad his exhaustion was. On his way back to the practice room, he ran into Minho, the older not yet having headed home. Jongin quickly told Minho about the accident and the other advised him not to keep practicing or else he might hurt himself too. Once they parted, Minho called their manager and agreed to meet them at the hospital.

Surprisingly, the waiting area wasn’t as packed as Minho had feared it’d be and he joined their manager, taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. There were no updates yet but they distracted themselves from the wait by discussing the possible changes that could be made to the groups schedule to accommodate Taemin’s recovery. Eventually, Minho looked up to see his dongsaeng hobbling towards them on crutches.

“Just a sprain”, Taemin announced with a tired smile, “What are you doing here, hyung?” – “I ran into Jongin and he told me what happened, so I wanted to see how you’re doing and if you need help”, Minho explained, “If you want, you can stay with me for a couple of days. I can help you out while you’re on crutches.” The younger felt the need to refuse, not wanting to burden his hyung but he was also exhausted to the bone and tired of being alone. It was especially at times of overlapping schedules and physical injuries that his mind questioned why he was doing this to himself and if it was the right path. Maybe he’d go with Minho, if just for the company and comfort he provided.

“’m so glad they gave me something for the pain”, Taemin yawned as they got into the car, “I can still feel it pulsing but my head feels better.” – “What about your head? You didn’t hit it when you fell, did you?”, Minho frowned worriedly. The younger shook his head before resting it on Minho’s shoulder, breathing: “My head was killing me earlier. Probably why I didn’t pay attention and tripped myself in the first place. The headache’s gone now though.” – “You’re unbelievable “, the older sighed, “You should’ve rested before it reached that point, you fool.” A sleepy smile played across Taemin’s face because he could hear the fondness in the other’s voice despite the scolding.

Taemin must have fallen asleep on Minho’s shoulder somewhere along the way because the next thing he knew was his hyung shaking him, encouraging: “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs and I’ll fetch you an icepack for your ankle before you’re going to sleep. Can’t let your exhaustion make you even clumsier and get you into more trouble.”

[jedi-lothwolf]

Merry Whumpmas Day 7: Hyperventilating

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: After Satine dies, Obi-wan lets everything settle when he gets to the temple.

    Mandalore was not kind to Obi-wan. Satine had been his first love. Nothing could ever quite get rid of that feeling. The love you have for your first love, me very completely disappears.

    Now she was gone. Darth Maul had taken her from the world. He had overtaken her planet and replaced her. Her presence was erased so easily.

    Obi-wan was home now. He stood in his room, alone. He looked around. The dim light from his window highlighted a small gold chain on his bedside table. He stared at it for just a moment before realizing what it was.

    It was Satine's. Back in the beginning of the Clone War, she had handed it to him. She complained that she was unable to detangle it and asked him to. Obi-wan, of course had agreed. He had gently placed it in his pocket. Then everyone got distracted.

    When Obi-wan had realized he still had it, he had detangled it. He had put it on the table so that he would remember to take it to her.

    On his way to Mandalore, Obi-wan had realized he had left it sitting in his room. Though he couldn't remember where he had put it. He had sighed, thinking that he would just give it to her then next time he saw her.

    Now it was all the Jedi had left of her.  He sat down on his bed and held it with tender hands. It had a simple blue pendant on it. He could never give it back to her.

    Memories of the two had already caused a flood in his mind. But now he was shaking. Satine was gone so fast. He missed her. Even if he barely saw her, knowing she was alive had been enough.

    Maul was hateful. He had taken too much from him. His father and first love had fallen at his hands. But who was next? If Maul only seemed to want Kenobi to suffer, who would be next?

    Air started to flow though Obi-wan's lungs faster than it should. It felt sharp. His chest rose and fell quickly. His shaking increased as a deep sensation of panic fled into his veins. His heart moved it around until his whole body felt paralyzed.

    Breathing became difficult. It felt like his body was attacking itself. Obi-wan brought his hands to his chest. A sickly feeling fell over him.

    Standing up, Kenobi tried to walk around his room. Pacing didn't seem to help. Instead, he sat against the wall. He felt like he was suffocating.

    What would happen if Maul got ahold of his family? He had already taken two of them from him. But what about Anakin? Cody and Ahsoka made him more nervous than anything.

    Anakin could hopefully handle himself. Obi-wan didn't want to doubt Ahsoka but he knew that she was young. She was smaller than him and he had already seen a Jedi he had worked with fall at his hands.

    Then there was Cody. Nothing he could do against Maul would save him. Guns could never compare to a lightsaber or the force. Only Kriff knows what he could do to him.

    As Obi-wan's breathing worsened, his thought became quicker. What would he do if something happened to them? How could he protect them? Would it be enough.

    Time passed slowly. The there was a knock at the door. But Obi-wan didn't hear it. He didn't think he could get up and off of the floor. All Kenobi could hear was his own breathing and his loud and quick heartbeat.

    That was the day Obi-wan learned that breathing too much could knock you out. He didn't remember Cody knocking on the door. He didn't remember him finding a way in and panicking when he found him on the floor, unconscious. He didn't remember being gently picked up and brought to the medical ward.

    But when he woke up, he was confused about where he was. "How did I get here?" he asked Cody almost as soon as he saw him.

    "You were unconscious on your floor. I had come to talk to you, I wanted to make sure you were alright." Cody answered his questions as he asked them.

    "Thank you Cody" he gently smiled. "I think I'm fine. Can you find one of the droids, I want to go back to my room." Obi-wan looked down at his hands. Something was missing.

    Before Cody had a chance to walk away, he realized Obi-wan looked panicked. He watched his breathing quicken and walked to his side. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

    "I should have had a necklace? Do you see-"

    Cody pulled something off of the table by the bed. "It's right here."

    Obi-wan took it and sighed. "Thank you."

    "Do you want me to put it on you?" The commander asked gently.

    The Jedi just nodded. He may not have her but at least he had a memory. He looked at Cody as he walked to find a doctor. At least he had him.

    The reason for his panic fled back in. Cody was too kind to be killed at the hands of Maul. Most everyone was. Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe Maul would never learn about them. Maybe, just maybe, he could sleep at night.

    The walk back to his room was silent. Cody had insisted on walking him back. Obi-wan thought it was sweet. As the door shut and he realized he was alone again. Kenobi didn't want to be alone. He tried to find a way to open that door again, to admit that he needed help.

    Then the door opened. "I'm sorry if this is overstepping sir. I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

    Obi-wan pulled him in the room. "Is it alright if you st- no this is childish. No thank you commander."

    "What do you need? I'm sure it's not-"

    "Can you stay here tonight? I just" Obi-wan sighed. "I don't want to be alone.

    Cody nodded. "Yes sir." The two talked for a while before Obi-wan said he was ready for bed. Staying on separate sides of the bed, the two went to bed. Maybe things could be okay after all.

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 21; Infection

Whumpee wasn't a cleric, that was always her mothers domain. To be so far from her Mother, to be so far from even Whumpers backhanded assistance... she hadn't realised what an issue it might cause.

It started out as an average wound, nothing Whumpee would think much of, she'd suffered worse.

But then the fever set in, it was the first thing she noticed at least. It was only the beginning, unfortunately. It only got worse, soon she was in a constant sweat, even though she felt so cold.

The wound burned with infection soon enough, and when she wasn't coughing up her lungs, she was keeled over sick.

....Perhaps running away from home to suck up to Whumper wasn't the best idea.

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The fun thing about this one was we had a blackout when I was just over halfway. Luckily I'd saved the base colours, but it was still such a huge pain in the butt.

Also filled with errors, but I have work tomorrow so can't really do much about it. A contender for a redraw for sure.

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 14; Sprained Ankle

Whumpee was meant to be the best, the very best. No-one could ever surpass her when it came to fighting. Martial artist was her thing after all.

Yet somehow, all it took was a minor injury to completely cripple her. Not even something like a broken leg, or a fracture! No, this was just a mere sprain! Yet it practically crippled her. She couldn't run or walk without pain.

The thought of kicking, or fighting seemed impossible.

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Marie was actually the spin for yesterday, but 'Denial' was so hard to draw, I had to choose someone it'd be easier with.

I am not looking forward to some future prompts, but I'm eager to face the challenge! Though I'm also super eager to work on some personal projects.

I really want to get back into animation, and desperately want to work on my book, but right now I want to get back into the habit of drawing frequently, and this challenge is helping me do that.

Even if this isn't very popular, I'm having fun challenging myself :)

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 13; Denial

"What would you give to protect them?" Whumper asked, hand lightly holding up Whumpee's chin.

Whumpee never cared so much about a group of people, these people were her second family, her loved ones. She already knew the answer to Whumper's question, before it even left their lips."

"Anything."

But anything wasn't enough, anything and everything and all that was in the world wasn't enough to save them. No matter how much she pretended and denied and closed her eyes and prayed...

The smell of blood would never leave her nose, and the sight of those that had fallen was painted behind her eyelids.

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Thank you so much to @ksclaw for helping me with this prompt, I was honestly completely stuck and had no idea what to do with it. They are meant to be writing prompts, and it's really hard to create art of a concept like 'Denial.'

Even so, this turned out perfectly and I'm so glad with how it turned out~

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 6; Nowhere To Go

Whumpee wasn't sure what they expected. They thought Whumper would see them and snap back to reality, to kindness, to soft smiles and gentle touches.

They didn't expect to be hunted, to be cornered, to be left with nowhere to go as Whumper pinned them down.

They thought if Whumpee just spoke to them, Whumper would hear them. But instead, Whumper just took their voice instead.

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Felt like I did Antares dirty by skipping his spin on the board with 'Poison', so I gave him this. While I was looking up refs however, I thought redrawing this piece would be absolutely perfect!

Elaxi, being corrupted, has no mind for words or platitudes. He only has the urge to destroy, chaos incarnate. But that doesn't mean Antares will give up on saving his brother.

Anyway Antares totally has Elaxi's old scarf.

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 4; Chills

Whumpee wasn't afraid of the dark, she was a thief, the darkness was her friend. It helped hide her, keep her safe. The notion that there were monsters in the dark was pathetic to her.

But then it wasn't.

The dark was no longer safe, Whumper made sure she knew that. The shadows were his domain, and he was always there in her shadow, waiting, watching.

Sure to be the chill down her spine.

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I had an idea of what to do when I saw the prompt, and really wanted to use Wolve or Jade for it. I figured I'd spin the wheel just to be fair, and ironically enough, Wolve popped up immediately!

I'm glad, because my rule is if I used one character the day before, I can't use them for the next day, and tomorrows prompt is Poison.

I always use Wolve for Poison.

So I'm sorta really excited to try something new!

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 1; Hospital

Whumpee didn't remember what happened. There was a great heat, an overwhelming heat. Everything was burning and... and... there was pain, gods, so much pain!

Then, she was here. The beeping of a hospital monitor, the stiffness of bandages around her entire body, the wheezing thrum of the oxygen machine.

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Really excited to have another prompt list! This year I'm spinning a wheel to see what character to use, and unfortunately, the first spin was Marie.

Not that Marie is bad, but she is so hard to draw with all her burn scars.

This took me two whole days, and completely ate up my head start, but I'm really happy with the result!

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 31; Free Day (Transformation)

It was Whumpee's own fault. He disobeyed. The rules were simple, they always had been, listen to Whumper, and do as she asked. It wasn't even like she gave him difficult tasks!

It was just that this time, something Whumper said was just too hard for Whumpee to obey.

Being dragged through several layers of hell was incredibly painful. The agony would be something he'd definitely remember for the rest of his life.

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I'll be honest, I was so done with this before I even finished. In the future I'll definitely do a better job, but a mix of being done with Whumpmas, and also being super sick really made this super hard.

Glad to be done tbh.

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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Merry Whumpmas || Day 30; Sweating

He wakes with a sweat, a heavy sweat. He was feverish before he fell asleep, but now he feels so overheated. Whumpee is certain he is soaking the bedroll, that he's going to be set alight by his own body heat.

Whumpee struggles to open his eyes, to fight the exhaustion, the fever, the delirium. There's someone nearby... whumper? Caregiver? They're uncertain.

They don't know, and they can't move. It's that uncertainty that terrifies them.

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Was tempted to draw Dark Urge for this, but after the last two days of forgetting my meds, and being super dizzy and unwell today, I decided to keep it simple with a little Astarion love.

Nearly done with Whumpmas, a week late, but getting there!

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

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