Atem had been to the hospital before, most memorably after the warehouse fire where Yugi had stayed behind to reassemble the Puzzle. Back then, he'd been in the Puzzle, hesitant to take over Yugi's body so soon, worried about interrupting the doctors. He'd held Yugi in the hallway of the Puzzle instead, cradling his partner's hands as Yugi leaned against Atem's chest.
He'd missed the chaos of the hospital itself.
"Please," he watched a frantic woman ask at the front desk. "I'm looking for Megumi Fujioka. I got a call."
"This way," Tristan said, leading them to a set of elevators. "Yugi's on the fifth floor."
They rode the elevator with a nervous man, clutching a shopping bag with red eyes. He got off on the third floor, just as people in scrubs ran down the hallway with grim faces.
Atem's stomach twisted. It seemed as if everyone here was worried, Tristan included. He wanted to ask, how bad was Yugi? Bad enough for a hospital stay, but what did that mean? Yugi's previous stays had included time just playing games. Surely that was the case now?
He opened his mouth to ask, but clicked his teeth together when the elevator doors opened. There were no running staff here, but the air smelled sharp and felt heavy.
“Mrs....Mrs. Rogers...he looks…” a small voice sobs quietly, and Sarah was at his level immediately, her arms tight around him. Bucky let out another sob, this time muffled by her shoulder. His small body shaking against her as she can tell he tries to hold it in.
They stay like that for a few minutes and some of the tightness leaves Sarah’s chest just a little, and the trembling in the small boy calms some. Bucky sniffles and murmurs an apology. Sarah gently pulls back from Bucky and sweeps some hair out of his eyes. Stevie might be the frail one, but this poor Barnes boy had such a soft heart.
Prompt 8:
Lyrics:
“I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Prompts:
Overcrowded ER / Outnumbered Shaking / “It’s all for nothing.”
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I am not going to lie, I'm excited about this one and the multi-prompt series it begins.
No. 8 A Christmas Carol
Holiday Haunting | Revenge Whump | Head Injury | Comfort: Unexpected Kindness
@amonthofwhump
M, 850 words, Dracula/Jonathan Harker, referened/implied misgendering, implied dubious consent, undernegotiated kink, no NSFW
“You are fine, right?” Vlad breathes, searching for something desperately, that Jonathan doesn’t want to give him.
“What we did tonight wasn’t any different from what we do normally, was it? I didn’t hurt you in some permanent way?”
At last, Jonathan lightly shakes his head against the pillows.
“No,” he lets out, his voice a mere whisper.
Waking up after five years in the Soul Realm, Stephen has to make contact with the Wong and the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, and gather their forces for battle against a terrifyingly large army. Based on all the futures he'd seen, this might be a timeline that doesn't turn out so badly...
[ID: On an orange background black words write, “Little Ghost, are you okay? Today my phone is much too silent, please tell me you’re still in there, I miss your electric chatter. Do you want little snacks? (What does one eat when they’re just collected chaos and a strange folding of light?) Ghostly, I know you’re more than a bug in my technology, and we’re still getting aquatinted, but it’s okay to tell me what you need. I want to be there for you too.”
This week's installment of longfic All Vows Is out. We're at the point of the story where everyone bottoms out before climbing back out, which was kind of perfect timing for Whumptober. There are six prompts in this chapter which makes this official Whumptober completion!
Erik has a flashback to his time in Persia and how he became an assassin. I want to note something I have some discomfort with in fandom, which is how Persia is depicted in the story. This is mostly because of both how Leroux and, ahem, Susan Kay depicted it, and it is accurate to the lens of a 19th-century European. There are some things I simply have to leave in because they are Leroux accurate, but I try to allude to the fact that if you want a society that loves its indiscriminate violence for entertainment and sport, look no further than 19th century Paris. Erik is very lucky the mob didn't find his wine and never caught him.
Very few wear this quintessential Navy Uniform nowadays #navy #white #uniform #dress #no8 (at Pune, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpUwdl-ooNj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=