#that mostly just involved one of them getting whumped and the other having to rescue him

[azaisya]

@just-another-linguist and @melestasflight both requested Fingon which was v exciting. Fingon is one of the characters that really stuck with me the first time I read the Silm, but I’ve never actually drawn him. In my mind this is like a Valinor-era Fingon!

[lumpofwhump]

Alleyway Rescue

Summary: A bystander intervenes to stop a public figure from abusing her partner on the street.

Content: Rescue, abusive relationship, famous whumper, stranger caretaker, gentle caretaker, broken whumpee, hair whump, begging, abandonment

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Caretaker and their friend could just see the light rail approaching their stop as a startled cry cut through the ambient noise of the busy street around them.

“It hurts… Please, Whumper, I’m sorry, please let go! I’m sorry!”

Passersby automatically, unthinkingly parted around two figures. The one in front was tall and elegantly dressed, with a look of fury mixed with contempt on her face as she dragged the other, much less impressive-looking person - shorter, almost ragged-looking in his worn clothes - along by his shoulder-length hair.

For a moment, everyone seemed at a loss as far as what to do. A buzz of uncomfortable whispers seemed to surround the two at the center of the scene. One person pulled out their phone and started recording. A number of people just straight-up looked away.

Caretaker's friend was one of them. “Looks like someone’s having a bad night,” they said, turning to Caretaker with a grimace as the train slowed to a halt in front of them.

At first, Caretaker had been just as frozen as everyone else. Then, a second yelp from the victim snapped them out of it. They dug into their pocket, reaching for their phone to call 911, but then shook their head. It’d take too long for anyone to get there.

They stepped away from the train car's open door, shaking their head. “Hey, you head back, okay? I’m going to see what’s going on.”

“Caretaker…!” Their friend groaned from the doorway.

“I’ll catch up with you later!” With that, Caretaker took off after the two who’d just turned the corner into an alleyway.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Their friend called after Caretaker's retreating form right before the doors slid closed.

As Caretaker rounded the corner, they heard a whimper and another “Please, I-I didn't mean to, I'm... I’m really sorry —!” followed by a loud smack and a cry of pain.

Caretaker inhaled sharply at the sound, and picked up their pace in approaching the two strangers. “The fuck is wrong with you?! Let him go!”

The small man who this Whumper lady had shoved up against the wall jerked to attention, looking at Caretaker with tears starting to well up in his wide, terrified eyes under glasses knocked askew.

Whumper didn't take her eyes off him. “This doesn't involve you. So stay out of it,” she said coldly to Caretaker. If anything, her hold on the scared little man's shirtfront only tightened further as she pinned his back against the brick building behind him. He let out a whimper.

"Yeah, no, I'd say I'm pretty involved after seeing that," Caretaker said heatedly, grabbing her by wrist to pull her back.

Whumper finally turned to look over her shoulder at them with an expression as icy and contemptuous as her tone. She yanked her hand out of Caretaker's grasp, then let go of her victim, only to shove him roughly against the wall. "Don't move," she ordered him sharply as he stumbled and fell down onto the dirty cement.

"Wait, s-stop!" he called out weakly as Whumper turned to confront Caretaker.

Caretaker's eyes flitted over to him, giving what they hoped was a reassuring smile, but his eyes only went wider and he flinched back as Whumper landed a solid hit to Caretaker's face.

Caretaker only mostly suppressed their own shout of pain as they reeled back with the impact, thinking that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, actually. They were, what, a couple inches taller than the guy on the ground at most, and not exactly the most athletic person in the world.

They didn't need to beat this lady, though. They just needed to get her to leave the poor guy alone.

So just before she turned around to head back toward him, they spat the blood trickling out of their split lip at Whumper. They got some right on her face, and a few spatters on her expensive outfit for good measure.

That got them the reaction they wanted. She stared at Caretaker in disbelief, her eyes wide with fury and disgust.

Caretaker grinned at her with a challenging upward jerk of their head, doing their best to tamp down their nervousness about how this was going to go.

Sure enough, Whumper walked quickly and deliberately toward them, backing them up so they nearly tripped back onto a trash barrel. Before they could fall back, Whumper roughly grabbed their face and pulled them forward until their noses were only a few inches apart. Despite themself, Caretaker let out a surprised cry.

"I'm giving you one more chance to walk away from this," she warned them in a tone that wasn't as calm as she seemed to be going for. "I'd suggest you don't make this harder for yourself."

Caretaker yelled as loud as they could, "What the hell's wrong with you, lady, are you drunk or something?! Let go!" They abruptly kicked the trash can over behind them and struggled out of her grasp. This was gonna suck, they thought, as they let themself stumble and fall back over it. They landed with a grunt on the cement, and crawled back out of the alleyway.

Whumper was more than happy to let them, smirking at their apparent cowardice and humiliation, until one person, and then two more, walked over to offer them a hand up. Another bystander, who Caretaker swore they had seen earlier, not so surreptitiously held up their phone to record this.

"You alright, kid?" A sturdy-looking middle-aged man asked as he helped them to their feet, looking back into the alleyway suspiciously.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks," Caretaker said breathlessly, wincing as they checked a scrape on their elbow, then thumbing at Whumper. "I don't know what's wrong with her, she just attacked me out of nowhere."

"Want us to call the cops for you? Do you need an ambulance?" the man asked.

Whumper fumed. "That… whoever they are was trying to rob us," she snapped, gesturing to the man still cowering on the ground behind her. "He… she… whatever, they scared my partner here half to death."

It was Caretaker's turn to look enraged. "Are you -- ?! Yeah. Let's call the cops, see what they think about this," they shot back.

"Please don't…!" Whumper's partner said feebly from behind her. "You don't need to. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to. To upset everyone. I'm sorry."

The man standing in front of Caretaker ignored him though, pulling out his cell phone with a look that suggested he was more than happy to turn this over to someone else to figure out.

"Hey, hold up," another onlooker, a woman about Caretaker's age said, putting a hand on his arm. "I think I recognize her. Isn't that -- ?!"

"I'm pretty sure you're right," her friend agreed from behind her, then wrinkled her nose. "What's she doing with that guy, though?"

She was beating him up, whoever she is, Caretaker was about to say, before Whumper shook her head. "No need," she said. "Whumpee, let's go home."

The small man made no move to get off the ground, though, looking at the small crowd of people with a stunned expression. He flinched, and began mumbling apologies while rocking back and forth against the wall.

"You don't have to go," Caretaker said gently. This only seemed to upset him more, though, and he pressed his head against his knees with a sound of distress, trying to make himself small.

"WHUM -- !" Whumper started toward him, but then stopped short as he startled and scooted away. She shook her head at this display. "Do you really want to take your chances here on your own, Whumpee, after what just happened?" Caretaker could swear they heard a warning tone in her voice.

Whumpee stopped rocking briefly, and looked in Whumper's direction with a helpless expression. "I'm sorry, I don't… I'm sorry," he repeated in a voice that threatened to break at any moment.

"Fine, you can find your own way home then," she said coolly, and brushed past the crowd of people with a brief glare toward Caretaker.

"Wait...!" Whumpee cried out, futilely, and let out a sound of despair when Whumper didn't so much as look back at him before rounding the corner. “Don’t leave,” he said in a small voice, too late.

With the confrontation over, the small crowd that had formed to watch the confrontation began to disperse.

"I'd watch my back if I were you," the man who had helped Caretaker up said to them, attempting a joking smile. "With all the money and connections that family has… hey, for all I know it could be just rumor, but it doesn't hurt to be careful."

"Wait, who is she?" Caretaker called after him, but he was already walking off, as was the guy recording them. Caretaker briefly thought they should be concerned about where that footage might end up, but there was nothing to do about that now.

Meanwhile, though…

"Hey," Caretaker said, sliding down the wall to sit next to the still-trembling man on the ground. "You're Whumpee, right?"

This only got them a startled squeak in response.

"It's okay! Not gonna hurt you, promise," they said, giving Whumpee their most disarming smile and holding their hands up in a gesture of harmlessness. "I'm Caretaker, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Whumpee eyed them fearfully, finally adjusting his glasses with shaking hands. The look on Caretaker's face seemed to slightly reassure him, enough to force a sad little smile. "Hi," he said, almost inaudibly. Then, after a long pause, he blurted out, "I-I'm sorry you got caught up in this. I'm sorry. She's going to be so --" He squeezed his eyes shut with a high sound of fear and despair, before pulling back in on himself. "I'm sorry," he repeated, now muffled by his knees.

"It's not you who's got anything to apologize for, alright?" Caretaker told him. "This is on her. I just wish I'd shown up before she hit you. Who is she, anyways?"

The only response was another fearful sound, more like a whimper this time.

Caretaker shook their head. "I guess it doesn't matter. She still did it, and nothing says you have to go back. So what, do you need a hotel for the night?"

"You don't have to," Whumpee said quickly, shaking his head.

"Or… there's also my place, if you don't want to be alone," they offered instead.

Whumpee looked over in their direction with a wary, indecisive expression, and they responded with another kind smile. Finally, he looked back down and gave a small nod.

Their friend was going to ream them over this, Caretaker thought. Still worth it.

"Cool," they said instead, pushing themself up. "I'll call us a Lyft, and… can you stand up on your own?"

Whumpee tried to clamber into an upright position on his own shaking legs, but he quickly fell down with a startled squeal and let out a defeated sob.

"Here, I've got you," Caretaker said, extending their hands. "We're gonna get up slowly now, alright?"

With a resigned expression, Whumpee reached for Caretaker and allowed them to help him to his feet. Still shaky, though, he slumped against Caretaker, who did their best to support him as they arranged a ride home. He seemed to calm down a bit during their wait, trembling only slightly after a couple of minutes, but he remained leaned against them. Caretaker couldn't tell if it was for balance or comfort at this point, but either way, this was some improvement over where they'd started.

"Hey, time to go," Caretaker said gently as the car pulled up. "Feeling more steady on your feet?"

"Yes. Sorry," Whumpee said, pulling away quickly and looking down. Caretaker caught a brief glimpse of his flushed face in the lamplight over head.

"You didn't do anything wrong," they clarified. "Here, if you still want to --"

But Whumpee was already scurrying into the back seat of the Lyft, pressing himself against the opposite door. His shoulders were hunched, and he pressed his face against the window, not acknowledging Caretaker’s presence as they climbed in, as if by doing so he thought they wouldn't notice him either.

Caretaker took the hint, and exchanged the usual pleasantries with the driver. He wasn't particularly interested in talking, though, so the conversation faded into awkward silence other than Whumpee's shaking breaths and the sound of him rocking against the leather seat. Leaving him to stew in his own thoughts was apparently not helpful, as a few minutes later Caretaker heard a sniffle, followed by a distinct sob as they pulled up to a stoplight.

"It's alright," Caretaker tried to comfort him, scooting over to the middle seat, but he flinched and shook his head repeatedly. "Okay, maybe it's not alright yet, but, we'll get there. And I'm --"

They broke off. What could they actually, realistically promise here? But Whumpee was looking at them now with uncertainty in his expression, along with maybe the tiniest bit of hope.

"I'm gonna be there to help," they finished, smiling even as they wondered what they were getting into. "Here, do you do hugs?"

Whumpee hesitated for only a beat, looking back and forth as if trying to figure out what the safest response was. Finally, he took a breath and leaned into their open arm, pressing his head against their shoulder. "I-I'm sorry. Thank you, I'm just… I'm sorry I'm like this," he said in a muffled voice.

"There's nothing wrong with you, though," Caretaker tried to reassure him.

He just shook his head mutely, his face still pressed against them. They tried not to react at the discomfort of his glasses digging into their skin, instead pulling him closer as tears started to drip off his frames onto their shirt front.

"We're almost home, okay? I'll keep you safe," they said, ignoring the now quite insistent buzzing of the cell phone in their pocket as they tried to figure out how they would prove worthy of Whumpee's fragile trust.

[glompcat]

You've seen all of Doctor Who, right? Not in this latest season, but in 13's first & second seasons, was the Doctor getting hurt/injured like, every other episode?? I can't tell if 13 is actually written to be in pain more often than previous regenerations or, probably, if I'm just imagining it!

I have seen all of televised Doctor Who (but have not heard *all* the audios nor have I read all of the comics or read all of the books etc), and the Doctor does generally get injured fairly often in Classic Who, which is the model for the show Chibnall has been moving back towards more (with a more ensemble approach to the cast, less emphasis on the Doctor as The Person With All The Answers About Everything, less of the whole ~everyone in the universe knows who the Doctor is~ thing Moffat in particular built up etc)

The First Doctor for example was injured in just about every serial, to the point where in several of them they are fully taken out of the story fairly early on and have to go have a lie down. Hell one story is literally about a bad toothache he has.

The Second Doctor got injured less than One did, but he did still wind up in his fair share of sickbays. With one of his more iconic scenes (the one where the John Smith cover name is used for the first time) taking place in one.

Despite starting his existence laying in a hospital bed as a patient and breaking out of said hospital in a wheelchair, the Third Doctor was generally an action hero star who was fit as a fiddle as he ran about Earth grappling foes, having car chases and doing tons of martial arts. His regeneration of course involved him being in an intensely painful situation for multiple days and holding out so he could get back to the TARDIS and pilot it to Sarah Jane's side so he could regenerate in her arms, but aside from that he mostly was an action hero with all that entailed.

The Fourth Doctor was a klutz and a fool who was constantly falling over and directly into traps. He got knocked out, would wake up about to be sacrificed to some entity or another, find himself tied up in straight jackets and the like in cells following being knocked out, and just generally needed to be rescued by Sarah Jane or Leela or Romana constantly. He also got shot at a whole lot. He wasn't as good at fighting as his previous incarnation, so when he got into physical fights it was pretty memorable. For example he once was in a physical fight scene so violent the producer got fired because of it. It involved someone holding his head underwater while choking him, and since Tom Baker has an actual phobia around water it's really pretty intense to watch as he's legit freaking the fuck out there. Of course that was in the Matrix, so the various scenes in that serial of the Doctor getting hurt and bleeding were all in his head. The scene where the Gallifreyan cops tortured Four however was def. out of the Matrix.

The Fifth Doctor was, as a friend of mine loves to point out, a total whump. He has a story set on Gallifrey where he gets chased by the cops and shot at as soon as he arrives, only to be told moments later that he is to be executed because someone is doing shit to his biodata and the Time Lords don't want to have to deal with any of that. To say nothing of what he watches his companions go through, the whole diseased Dalek story, the drowning (Turlough declaring him dead and drowned as soon as he touches the water will never not be funny), the way he keeps dealing with stuff like the destruction of the TARDIS or the loss of the sonic or Adric's death or Kamelion's death, you name it. His final and most defining story is very much a break the cutie affair where he is in intense physical pain and literally dying for most of it, and yet forcing himself to keep going until he can be sure his companion is safe (and then as soon as she is safe in the TARDIS and has had some poison antidote he promptly dies and regenerates)

Six.... shit Six has a whole serial all about violence on TV where among many many other things a hangman's noose is put around his neck and he is going to be hanged for the enjoyment of people watching live on TV. Plus there is stuff like that redic scene with him tied down and rolling down a hill in Mark of the Rani. To say nothing of the whole Trial and his own journey into the Matrix chasing after the Valeyard, not just stuff like having his brain scrambled in the stories we see on screen but also stuff like getting pulled under sand by what look like Moffat's handmines. His audios of course stand out to me the strongest, as there is lit. one where his limbs get chopped off.

Seven was a crafty little asshole who was real good at manipulating situations so if anyone was getting hurt it was Ace in her efforts to always be the best companion possible/live up to his literally superhuman expectations. That said he did get injured on occasion, to say nothing of that time he got gunned down in San Fransico while stepping out of the TARDIS in an alleyway.

Eight is just a whump. The guy goes through hell and back every other moment.

Admittedly once you get to New Who the Doctor becomes more of an untouchable figure, but even then they still have their moments, such as when Nine is tortured by Van Staten. Every Doctor has them, it's literally part of being an adventure hero type. You get into scrapes.

That said, I can see why someone who has only seen New Who might think it is odd for the Doctor to not be infallible and occasionally get injured doing what they do.

Yet even with that said, you have things like Ten getting shot by a Dalek or Twelve going blind due to an injury sustained while adventuring and staying blind until his alien biology bullshit took care of that (that said I personally hate that the Doctor was blind for a few episodes like that, it was fully treated like nothing more than his horrible secret he was keeping/a real danger to those around him, and then once that was done and was more a joke and they moved on it just was fully healed up and never had any lasting consequences at all after that. I feel the same way about the plot around Leela's blindness in the Gallifrey audios. Also the whole bit in The Brain of Morbius where Sarah Jane is temporarily blinded. It is really quite the ableist trope and I hate that storylines around blindness and then regaining sight keep cropping up again and again and again Doctor Who).

As for Thirteen, I don't think she's hurt all that super often????

I mean she has regen sickness in her first ep, sure, but Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ten and Twelve all have stories about the intensely debilitating effects of regen sickness (Some of the Classic Who stories about it are INTENSE. The Doctor keeps forgetting who they are or winds up almost entirely taken out of the story or forgets who their companions are or is easily convinced an enemy in a wig is actually their companion or even on one occasion tries to strangle their companion to death because they are so confused due to regeneration)

Then she gets injured in the The Tsuranga Conundrum protecting her companions with her body but.... errrrr, honestly I am struggling to really think of more times she really seems injured rather than just inconvenienced by what is going on?

I mean obs there is The Timeless Children where she is captured by the Master and has a brief physical altercation with him in the Matrix and is then mentally and emotionally exhausted when she finally gets out of there, but.... I could be remembering wrong but for the most part it to me has felt like normal hero getting in physical scrapes type stuff more than any actual focus on her being in pain (Like say what Four experiences instead of say how Five or Eight's stories trend towards or the way it is at the center of One's stories)?

Can you name other examples of her being really hurt and that being a focus rather than it just being part of adventuring she shrugs off? Because I really am drawing a blank here.

Like I am even struggling to think of times when she's been knocked out to be tied up or assumed dead/seemingly killed etc. Hell I can't even think of times when parts of her outfit get destroyed, like how Four's scarf got all singed in The Arc in Space? All I can really recall with regard to the show really focusing on her being injured is Tsuranga where she shielded her friends and had a large injury as a result and spent a good deal of the rest of that ep dealing with it?

Like, overall it feels like normal adventure hero getting into scrapes stuff to me?

Of course I could be forgetting things, it has been a bit since I rewatched all of S11 and S12, and even if I just had I don't have a photographic memory or anything like that, just a horrible hyperfixation with this dang show rn.

[kitkatopinions]

OZPIN

Ozpin for the RWBY character asks.

My top three ships for the character

Note: For these ships, I’m exclusively talking about gray-haired Professor Ozpin, and I’ve long written Oz to be at least somewhat affected by the age of his hosts, I’ve long written him to be around the same age as Ironwood and Qrow (I mean, he looks the same age and I missed Raven’s lines suggesting he was a teacher or headmaster when Team STRQ was in school,) and I’ve also long headcanoned that when he first hosted in Ozpin, the person he was hosting in chose to merge with him right away. So while he was Ozpin, there was no ‘Ozpin talks sometimes, Oz talks sometimes,’ or sharing a head. I’ve never done much shipping for Oz, but all that kind of lines up to at least make that version of him pretty shippable.

So yeah, Ozpin/Glynda could be a power couple of wholly devoted, tired, stressed caregivers trying to mentor sixty some kids at once. XD Ozpin/Amber has literally no real content, but they could look good together and she’s a non-character like Summer, but I see them as having had a lot of similarities in being kind and soft spoken. I also don’t mind Ozpin/Roman as a ‘once upon a time, Roman used to flirt with him all the time before anything went bad and Ozpin responded with amused tolerance and never really took it seriously, but a lot of their acquaintances thought they were seeing each other... Which would just make it hurt worse and be one more thing Oz blames himself for when Roman falls into a life of crime, 

My three least favorite ships for the character

Oz/Cinder, as previously stated, once someone kills someone, there’s no coming back from it. Also, he doesn’t need to get romantic advancements from any abusive manipulative magic girl who just wants to use and hurt him and abuses children on the side too. Oz/Hazel. Hazel is an abuser! He beat Oz! He blamed Oz for things that weren’t his fault and used him as an excuse for all his vile actions. Gross. And Oz/Salem takes the top spot for very obvious reasons. This one’s even more gross than Oz/Hazel.

My biggest criticism for the character

Honestly, the way he’s treated by the narrative of the show with much less sympathy than he should be. I love flawed characters, leaders that do their best but make lots of mistakes, but the narrative treated him as one hundred percent in the wrong, no discussion, and therefore deserving of Qrow hitting him (out of character moment!) and Team RWBY ripping his secrets from him forcibly, making him relive his trauma in high def, yelling at him and then being glad he was gone, and not wanting him back and then only begrudgingly and seriously accepting his apology (out of character, especially for Blake!) Especially since Ruby also didn’t have a plan and lied about potentially life saving information to an ally and then even when she made her broadcast to the world, she left out tons of information there too! Which, don’t get me wrong, is understandable for her, but the narrative should’ve recognized that she was doing the same things Ozpin did and they should’ve had her gain sympathy and understanding for him. And the narrative also gave credence to Hazel somehow, treating it seriously when he warns Oscar ‘no more Gretchens’ despite Hazel being a super abusive, murderous bastard who was trying to murder kids and making the world a worse place. I’ve had so many people tell me ‘Team RWBY are going to apologize to Ozpin and realize they were wrong to treat him the way they did,’ but it never happened. Because the writers wanted us to think of Oz as a morally gray person who had to be taught a lesson by Team RWBY, rather than an abuse victim who deserved some sympathy and understanding who shouldn’t have been abused again just for making a mistake. I don’t know why the writers thought pretending Team RWBY and Qrow were in the right would be okay, but I hate it.

My favorite thing about the character

I love Oz so much, but my favorite thing about him might be his dynamic with Qrow in seasons 3-5. Of course it all went bad in season 6, but I love a close friends, almost brothers dynamic where one does everything for the other and is wholly devoted to him, would die for him at the drop of a hat. And I love a mentor-father figure always throwing himself into protecting a kid and leaning on his shoulder while the kid is nervous, but excited and happy over it and wanting his affection and approval... And with Oz (and the headcanon that he’s affected by the age of his host,) I get both! There’s a lot more to love, but that’s my favorite thing. God, they flourish in fan fictions...

A headcanon I have about them

I already touched on some of my headcanons for him and his host, but also...‘Ozpin’ was that host’s last name, and his first name was actually Orpheus, but his team in Beacon and his inner circle only ever called him by his last name.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

Okay, so hear me out, I’d still have people get mad at him for all his secret keeping and having no plan to defeat Salem, and I’d probably still have him temporarily retreat. But A. I wouldn’t have the punch, and instead, I’d have Qrow more ‘quietly disappointed’ than anything else and he’d regret it almost immediately and feel guilty about it (even though in that case, his feelings would be valid,) and B. Blake would be on Ozpin’s side. Seriously, Blake knows what abuse feels like, she knows it’s hard to trust after, she knows Oz has been through worse, even more than she can imagine. She should’ve been standing up for him, saying that even though he was wrong to lie, she gets why. And C. I’d have the people who have a harder time understanding and especially Ruby learn and grow and start to realize how much weight was on his shoulders while they make many of the same mistakes. D. I’d have Ozpin start coming back in V7, and apologize to Qrow in private (and have Qrow apologize back,) and then I’d have him mostly silent, ‘coming out to talk’ only really to James or Qrow and communicating through Oscar when the need calls for it, and he’d kind of step down and let James (and kind of, Ruby) make the choices for the group. Ruby at the very least would apologize to him by the end of the seventh season. And I’d totally still have him kidnapped and taken to Salem because I love that sweet sweet whump, but I’d have Hazel die like the unredeemed asshole he was and I think I’d have Qrow involved in the rescue somehow.

What I I think of their character allusion and what (if anything) I would change about it

Oz acts as both the Wizard of Oz and the Princess Ozma character merged into one allusion, and I honestly think some of it is really cleverly done. The Wizard of Oz had arrived in Oz and was treated as a god, and decided to lean into it due to Oz’s lack of current leadership and used his magician tricks to make it seem like he had magic (reflecting Oz agreeing to Salem making them seem like gods by using what was - in their world - perfectly ordinary magic, which Oz did in an attempt to grant leadership to a world he was tasked with improving.) The Wizard is treated as a king in Oz and is presented as a magic infallible solution to all of Dorothy (and her group’s) problems, only for that to be proven to not be the case, as he can only grant temporary pacifying placebos (reflecting Oz’s attempts to keep Salem back and present a false time of peace to the world while fighting a secret war that he has no plan to be able to end.) The wizard temporarily leaves the Land of Oz only to return to it later (like Ozpin dying only to come back,) and when he returns, he acts as a guide to Dorothy and dumps plot exposition about his origins (guiding the kids, the Lost Fable,) and is then permitted to remain in the Land of Oz by a magic girl who is the true leader (reflective of Ruby and the group ‘graciously’ letting him stay in their group.) Then, there’s Princess Ozma, the extremely benevolent and kind ageless fairy princess, descended from a long line of fairy princess’s, who is the rightful ruler of the land of Oz. Princess Ozma was friendly to outsiders and disliked violence, preferring peaceful solutions to conflict, and when she was first introduced in the books, it was while trapped in the body of a young boy named ‘Tip’ with no recollection of the life as Princess Ozma. I think all of that pretty obviously lines up with Ozma/Ozpin the RWBY character really well! I don’t mind this conjoined character allusion. I’m actually pretty dang fond of this one, I think this (along with Sun) is one of the few well done character allusions in RWBY.

[roselightfairy]

On the topic of hurt/comfort fics, do we have any Gimli/Legolas hurt comfort fics where Legolas is the one that needs comforting? Like dealing with his sea-longing and needing snuggles or he's pushing himself too hard and Gimli needs to remind him to sleep/take care of himself because even the tireless have limits, or Legolas crying over anything in general and Gimli coming to the rescue?

All right, so there are a lot more of these out there than the Gimli ones. We as a fandom do love our Legolas whump, and it was tough to cut down this list – but I tried to go for more the emotional side of h/c, which is a favorite of mine for the two of them. (Gimli physically injured; Legolas in emotional distress – that’s where it’s at!) A physical h/c fic or two did slip in, though, so I divided these into three main sections: one that deals with sea-longing, one that deals with war-related trauma, and one “other” category. As a reminder, this is not a catch-all list – again, Legolas might well be the whole fandom’s favorite whumpee – but these are some of the ones that first popped up in my mind at your request.

Sea-longing:

and yet the sea calls (series) by Laura JV (jacquez)

Summaries: [Gimli/Legolas] loves, and yet the sea calls.

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This is a set of lovely vignettes (two stories, one from Legolas’s perspective and one from Gimli’s) about learning to live and love with the sea-longing between them, and to find comfort in one another as best they can. These stories make me feel so very many feelings and are constant rereads when I want to feel the bittersweet (but mostly sweet!) that is their love.

A Beloved Ballast, an Untethered Soul by katajainen

Summary: Gimli has spent long months on the new gates of Minas Tirith, all the while waiting for Legolas to return to him from the North.

But when he does, it's clear the year has not been altogether kind to his husband.

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This is one of my favorites of a lot of things – a wonderful, gentle reunion in Minas Tirith after their separation after the war, Legolas worn from sea-longing and finally finding home in his husband’s arm, warm comfort and some very romantic smut. Please read it; you will not regret it.

Everything That Mattered Is Dust by SerStolas

Summary: A decade ago, the One Ring was destroyed. A decade ago, Gimli and Legolas traveled together first to the Glittering Caves and then to Fangorn. A decade ago, both of them failed to admit their deeper emotions for each other. Now they meet again in Minas Tirith during renovations on the city. But not all is well with Legolas.

Inspired by Through the Ghost by Shinedown.

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This is another lovely story with a similar theme to the previous – but without the established relationship, so we get a very sweet love confession instead. Very gentle and loving and satisfying; this gets me right in the hurt/comfort feelings. <3

Where You Go, I Will Go by UnnamedElement

Summary: Lady Galadriel's message was a riddle too twisted for a Wood-elf and a Dwarf to initially unwind... This is a story of a friendship fraught with mutual ignorance: the concessions a dwarf makes to an elf, and the choices that elf makes for their peculiar friendship. It is how Legolas and Gimli pass through the threat of death to find, together, a better truth. (March 2016 Teitho)

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Look, I don’t know if this is hurt/comfort as such, but it certainly comforts ME to read. This is a lovely little exploration of the sea-longing and how it changes Legolas and Gimli’s friendship – and in fact brings them closer together. It’s gen, nominally, but it’s so tender you won’t miss the romance (and I feel comfortable saying that because of multiple conversations with @unnamedelement on the subject!).

The Language of Power by Thewriternumber19238478356

Summary: It's the night before the march on the Black Gate. But sea-longing won't let Legolas sleep. Gimli offers him a secret dwarven practice that might just be the solution…

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This is an underappreciated and really wonderful story, but contains some non-sexual BDSM, so be warned for that. It’s extremely tender and plays with the notion of power in dominance/submission with respect and love for the practice and the characters. It’s archive-locked, so you’ll need an account to read it, but I really do have such love for this story and I highly recommend it.

War-related:

A Night Beclouded by katajainen

Summary: Night falls after the fighting is done on the Pelennor Fields. For those left alive, it should be an hour for respite, for catching one's breath.

But there is the kind of darkness that seeps under one's skin, the kind not born of mere absence of sunlight, and this is not a time to be alone.

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This is such quiet, atmospheric tenderness – comforting someone after a nightmare is such a wonderful trope, and @katajainen does it with all her usual sensitivity and care. A bit of pre-relationship sweetness and warm comfort – and honestly, it was a struggle to keep it to two fics by katajainen on this list; please go read all her stories!

Shared Spaces by mssileas

Summary: I know you think I'm a little different But I'm still somebody's son.

The night before marching on the Black Gate, neither of them can sleep.

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Okay, so I adore this fic. I have a soft spot for any fics that focus on how Legolas must feel about Sauron and the origin of orcs, and this is a wonderful fic that deals with those ideas, as well as pre-battle anxiety, and Legolas and Gimli taking comfort in one another. Lots of lovely hand-touching and some very sweet kissing, too. <3

A time and times and half a time by Honesty

Summary: AU. Legolas, imprisoned by Saruman, discovers *exactly* how Orcs were made .... While Gimli keeps a vigil he will never forget.

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Similar themes as the last one, though taken WAY over the edge past hurt/comfort and into serious hurt territory. Be careful with this one, because there’s a lot of pain for Legolas – warning for physical and psychological torture - but the love between him and Gimli is so powerful and all-consuming, it carries the story and provides the much-needed comfort at the end, though you’ll probably still be aching.

Comfort after Endurance by spinel

Summary: The battle of Helm's Deep takes its toll on Legolas. A stolen moment between the end of the battle at Helm's Deep and riding to Isengard.

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Pre-relationship sweetness, comfort after battle. This one skirts the lines of physical and emotional hurt/comfort, combining the two with the soothing effect of touch and closeness after great trials. Lots of tender handling of one another – no explicit relationship content, but definitely little hints of more to come here and there. ;)

Other:

inkstains by apricae

Summary: Legolas isn't much good at reading, and an attempt at a learning his letters with Gimli turns into a revelation.

(Or: The one in which Legolas is dyslexic and sad, Gimli is a very good husband, and Dwarves are a lot better than Elves at handling disabilities.)

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I am very big on neurodivergent Legolas in all its forms, and I love this dyslexic-Legolas headcanon a lot. Emotional distress and childhood trauma – but luckily, Legolas has a very kind, loving dwarf husband to talk him down and help him through.

Tainted Meat by lynndyre

Summary: On the road between Helm's Deep and Isengard, mistakes are made with supplies.

For the BloodyValentine prompt: someone feeds orc food to an elf, making them really sick.

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This is one of my favorite underappreciated fics out there – I find that it really gets the way Legolas and Gimli are portrayed once they start meeting up with armies and other men: they are a bubble of two, responsible for one another’s comfort and supporting one another without question. In this fic, Legolas (and half the Rohirrim) are struck with food poisoning, and while the men deal with the aftermath, Legolas is so very much Gimli’s charge, and it’s so tender and lovely and wonderful. Gen, nominally, but it gets the particular something between them in canon that I so love. (It also fits with a line Gimli says in Two Towers about refusing to touch any orc supplies!)

 Teeth Like Knives by Evandar

Summary: Gimli wasn't expecting to have to stitch Legolas back together after their first attempt at lovemaking, but now that the initial shock has worn off, he can't say that he's surprised.

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This is part of a larger series that involves half-orc Legolas, and all of it has some very wonderful emotional hurt/comfort. But this is my favorite of the series because of how good and gentle and wonderful Gimli is with Legolas’s existential crises and hurting himself on accident. Please do mind the tags, since this subject matter may not be for everyone, but I adore the sensitivity with which these topics are handled and reread this for comfort. <3

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As always, if you enjoy any of these fics, please let the author know with a comment if you have capacity! Also, I encourage you to reblog this list so that we can spread the good word. :)

[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Resistance Story: Unlikely Salvation, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Arc 1, Day 1

Rescue, pt4 [ First | Pt1 | Prev | Next ]

"I ---" Alex starts, after they've driven a few miles in silence. And then he doesn't know what he was going to say. So he defaults to the obvious. "I'm s-sorry, Interrogator."

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It's the last thing she expects to hear. 

Her eyes snap open, flicking to him with familiar suspicious scrutiny. But her frown is anxious and exhausted. Her cheeks are still wet and streaked with tears, reddened in blotches over unhealthy pallor. Her breath pauses momentarily while she thinks, then resumes still shallow and uneven. 

Sorry? 

"Why...?" she queries, "Why... r'you sorry?" Sorry for something he's done, or for something he's going to do?

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He has a million reasons to be sorry. 

First of all, for existing. 

But isn't it obvious? "I'm s-sorry she did that to you," he says quickly, "and that I couldn't really fix it, and, and, that I had to keep driving..." His voice trails off, afraid. He reminds himself she's too fucked up right now to hurt him, still. Even if he deserves to be hurt. 

"Want me to help you have m-more... water or c-coffee?" he asks, because that's one thing he can do, driving the hell machine that hurts her, gulping on his tea to try to replenish his healing magic.

---

The frown fades into numb confusion. He doesn't want to be doing this? Her gut says truth, but her brain says that doesn't make any sense. And both of them are scrambled from pain, so what does she know? 

"Where r'we going?" she asks, trying to be focused and insistent rather than distracted by his offer. Well aware that she mostly sounds anxious. "What.. nh... happens next?" 

Fear tells her not to ask questions, not to be a nuisance. But she shoves it down. She doesn't want to be so timid, so beaten.

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"We're gonna..." he says, and fuck, he doesn't really know. "Didn't have much of a plan except running away, but... I guess, okay, we'll stop... we'll stop somewhere out of the way, and I'm gonna try to heal you again, and then.... find a motel, I guess. Somewhere we can hide for a night or so before we keep going." He thinks she'll likely find his plan woefully inadequate. 

And then he figures she'll like it, because it involves both healing and resting. She's like anyone else, isn't she? A human, who when overwhelmed by agony it takes precedence over everything else. 

---

Running away. 

Running away? 

Running away from what? His people? Her people? He makes promises that she wants to believe, but they seem improbable. But he's followed through on a lot of generous offers already. What's the game? Okay, so, he's the 'friend', the 'good warlock' - why him? - and the other Morgen... 

The train of thought dies as the road gets rougher. She can't reason. She can barely keep from crying out. On the worst bump she fails, and makes choked whimpering sounds until she regains her breath and her (minimal) self-control. 

---

He pulls off an exit, wincing in sympathy as they bang over a pothole he didn't see. Onto the next highway. 

"We gotta get... gotta get farther away first," he says. "So they don't f-find us."

---

It's his voice that calls her back to herself. She has to hesitate to recall what he said already. 

"You're... helping me?" she asks dumbly.

---

"Yes, I'm helping you, yes, because, I... I... they would just hurt you there, so badly, and then your people would hurt my people, and then it goes on, and I...." Alex's voice drifts off in a panic as she whimpers over a pothole. I can't. I can't. I can't. "I'm sorry..." he half-whispers, half-gasps. 

"I said I... I said. Don't believe in torture," he says, barely able to get words out. "I'm. I'm not one of them. Anymore." He swerves to avoid another pothole. 

You broke me. I gave them up. I'm yours. He won't admit that to her. He barely admits that to himself.

---

She follows. She doesn't believe, but she follows his explanation. 

He still sounds so scared, so much like the miserable, stubborn prisoner who was slowly, surely cracking for her. 

She wonders if she's imagining that. 

"Okay," she acknowledges, after what is really too long a pause. Then, after more hesitation, she mumbles another "Thank you." 

It feels like a kind of surrender. But he's offering healing, food, coffee, a motel room instead of a cell.... maybe it's a game. She's defeated enough to play along.

---

He nods, and drives. Turns on the stereo --- jazz, as Anders Reyan as the whiskey. A lump rises in Alex's throat as he thinks of Anders, of how Anders will hate him, now that he's left - 

- Anders would hate you anyway. 

Leg destroyed, entire body burned, mind invaded, annihilated until he barely remembered his own name, Anders never gave anything up. 

He switches the radio to classical. Innocuous. But enough to interrupt the workings of his own mind. And he continues for hours, squinting hot tears from his eyes each time he thinks of what he's leaving behind.

[Next]

[arlothia]

Nameless Year Fan Fiction Re-Cap

Tagged by @terribleteej​ (because who else tags me in stuff?😉) and I didn’t know this until after posting this, but @smylealong tagged me, too! (thanks for letting me know, love!)

(Nameless) Fanfiction in Review

Stories written this past year:

heh! I wrote EVERYTHING this year!!! Are you ready for this list? Because it’s 49 fics long!!!

Love, Water, Choice, “Do it”, Storm, Quiet, “Breathe”, Tears, “I’m Fine”, “Please”, Time to Wake Up, Narrow Escape, Just Around the Corner, Trapped, A New Beginning, Not Again..., You Can Do This, It’s Your Turn Now, Watch Out!, Hurry, He’s My Brother, This Isn’t Right..., Another Brush with Danger, Sunlight, Who is in Control?, Not His Day, Inevitable, Looking Over Your Shoulder, Walking Ghost, Hands, It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, Three Days, Sleep? Never Heard of It!, Lost and Found, Two of a Kind, The Blind Leading the Blind, The Last Soldier, Let it Snow, The Cavalry, Watch Your Back, By the Wayside, Like Ice, Kissed by Flame, Cat and Mouse, Rescue, Ash and Snow, Betrayal, Rude Awakenings, That’s What Friends are For

Takeaways from reflecting on your kick-butt writing, or kick-butt lack of writing, during a year more focused on survival than perhaps any other:

I hadn’t written anything in literal YEARS!! I’d been doing a trade-off fanfic with a friend (she writes one chapter, I write the next, back and forth) for a little bit before life got super hectic (especially for her, what with three kids now and other real life responsibilities!), but the last time I actually wrote a chapter for that was back in 2016! It’s been FOUR YEARS since I’ve actually written/posted anything! And these fics were the first ones I had actually posted on AO3 (my friend handled that part of the process). Now, during these 4 years (and even before), I’ve been doing beta reading, which has been a joy and I learn so much from doing that and I love it!! But it’s not the same as creating your own fic.

I have lists of stories (some original stuff, but mostly fanfic - whether it be one-shots or longer stories) I want to write, but those have always stayed just as lists, maybe with a little idea springing to mind every now and then that I write in one of my notebooks.

But THIS year! This year I actually decided to take part in some challenges! Whumpmas in July, Whumptober, and Whump Advent Calendar. So July, October, and December was when I was writing stuff, and boy did I write like mad! So I guess I learned that I work well with deadlines. This really shouldn’t come as much of a surprise seeing as how I was an English Major in college and got my Masters in Library and Information Science which are chalk-a-block full of writing assignments. But the nice thing is, these were self-imposed deadlines. I didn’t really HAVE to get them done on time. There were no grades at stake here, just for fun. Still, didn’t mean there wasn’t a BUNCH of stress involved as I madly finished one fic and wrote an entire other one on the last day of December :P

But I think this was good for me. Really good! It’s gotten me back into the writing scene and I LOVE IT!! I’d forgotten how much fun this was and I think this push with the deadlines has gotten me back into the space where I can just write my own fics for fun on my own time, no deadlines necessary. Though, of course, I saw the FebuWhump challenge happening this year and my brain is already doing stuff with it ;) But they’ll be shorter this time...I hope! haha!

Most surprising fic you wrote this year:

There were three this year, actually:

Trapped - I had NO intention of making this one THAT long!! My fingers just kept on typing! I have no idea what  happened! This one is the reason I got so totally behind in  Whumptober 😂😂

Two of a Kind - Oh my gosh!!! Who knew writing for the Stranger/Secret Forest fandom would be THIS much fun!?!?! I LOVELOVELOVE the characters in the show, but writing them???? Such a blast!! I REALLY enjoy writing Hwang Shi Mok! He’s fabulous!!

Cat and Mouse - THE RESEARCH!!!!!!!!! 😱😱😱 If ever you find yourself lost in Gavle, Sweden, come to me and I can help you out! Did I really need to do this much research for this fic? Nope! Did that stop me? Also nope! I just couldn’t help myself! My brain wouldn’t take “good enough” for an answer and demanded as close to accuracy as possible and I was powerless to stop it! :P This fic isn’t even technically “finished” because I’m planning the second chapter to be a little (not so little) overview on all the research that went into this 😂 SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!

How you’ve grown as a writer this year:

Easy! I’ve actually WRITTEN stuff!! hahaha!

But no, seriously, all of those original fics and longer projects I have going on the waaaaaay back burner are taking bloody forever because I’m the type of person who needs to plan out every little thing. As George R.R. Martin said in an interview once, there are two main types of writers: Architects (who plan out everything and build from there) and Gardiners (they throw some seeds down and see what happens). People can be more one with a little of the other, but for me, I am 100% an Architect! I mean, I strive to be one of those authors who puts little breadcrumbs throughout their story only to have them come back in a big way at the end. So I need to plan things out both for continuity’s sake as well as for the payoff at the end. I totally blame Brandon Sanderson for this because he is a MASTER at that and I’d be lucky to be half the writer he is!!

But this year, I became more of a Gardener and I think that’s helped me a lot. I un-stuck myself from all the planning I had to do (not that I didn’t write general outlines, I mean, even gardens need to have a proper layout :P ) and just wrote!

So I’m hoping that I can become an Architectural Gardiner and be able to actually WRITE more instead of spinning my wheels in the planning stages.

What’s coming in 2021:

MORE!!! :P Like I said before, there’s FebuWhump coming up, so that’ll be fun. I’m VERY happy the prompts are already out because that will definitely help me from getting drastically behind ;)

There were several fics I wrote this year that I plan to expand - beginnings or parts of larger stories I want to tell. I also would LOVE to actually get started on some of my original stuff, but I may just try to focus on fanfic. I mean, as I watch more dramas, more ideas are going to pop up ;) But this time, I’ll be doing them on my own time, so hopefully you’ll see them scattered throughout the year :D

Other:

I would like to dearly, DEARLY thank everyone who commented on my fics this year! Each time I got a notification it was just this thrill that would last with me the entire day! I especially loved those who commented on multiple of my fics and those who left just absolute screaming and flailing reviews! 😂 I gained several new friends because of these reviews and I couldn’t be happier!

And of course, knowing me, I’m not tagging anyone because (say it with me folks!) this is where tag memes go to die! :P

[a-whump-dis-aster]

Masterlist and FAQ

(Masterlist is broken.... bolded links work, and I'm trying to get it back up. Sorry!)

(If you AREN'T a whump blog, and see me spam-liking your post: Apologies. It's my main.)

Hi! I’m Aster! (she/her, they/them, he/him or fae/faer)!  This is a blog where I post all my whumpy fanfics and reblog my favorite tropes and prompts! This is a non-NSFW blog, and used mostly for prompts, writing and blurbs and the occasional gif set.

I'm really trying to get more into original storylines, so if I'm posting a lot of angry emojis or crying on main, that's probably why.

I used to have a different blog under feelingwhumpy, but Tumblr decided to be stupid when I was trying to delete a different side blog and instead got rid of everything... but at the bottom, I'm gonna tag a bunch of the whumpers that I used to follow! I can't remember all the usernames, but you guys do so much awesome work!

My dream order at a hurt/comfort!fic restaurant would be a nice juicy Past Trauma, seasoned with a bit of Disassociation and Conditioning. Perhaps a side of Amnesia?  And a tall glass of Touch Starvation to wash it all down.

I don’t really have many squicks, but there’s a few things I don’t really enjoy writing:

Bodily Fluids (other than blood and saliva) 

NSFW or non-con/rape

Resurrection/came back wrong.  Not really a squick, but I just don’t really find the trope interesting.

Major character death - I literally can’t handle this much angst

PLEASE, NOTHING WITH EYES.  ITS LITERALLY MY IRL PHOBIA.  I CAN'T THINK ABOUT IT WITHOUT PHYSICALLY CRINGING. 

Scarpia Ultimatum

There’s a few things I might write for, depending on circumstance.  You’re welcome to send in asks about these, but please don’t be offended if I turn them down (even if they aren’t on the list):

Amputation (and phantom pains)

Impaling

Body mods (e.g. cybernetic limb replacement, purposely scarring)

If you decide to follow me, and have things you DON'T want to see, please block # (subject) cw . I chose CW over TW and CW because I'm more likely going to remember one tag versus two.

Eg: #knife cw or #shock collar cw

If you notice something that bothers you that isn't specifically tagged, send me an ask and I'll tag it (and any future posts involving it). I read that Tumblr sometimes only tracks the first word or two for tag blocks, but it might be wise to block both because I have scatterbrain and the tags will be hit or miss with 'CW Knife' or "Knife CW'.

As I add more Fics and whatnot, links to them will be below!

Prompts and Ideas

Wow, look! It's my entire blog theme in one GIF!

Whumpy Song Lyrics (This list is ongoing so lemme know if you have any ideas!)

Self-Punishment, Now With Knives!

Post-Rescue Microchip Whump

Freedom's Only Temporary

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Whumpees

Caretaker + Whumpee = Snuggle Buddies

Giddy On Drugs

"Oh, you have to FEED them?"

Flipping The Switch

Giddy on Drugs

"You're... allowed to need things." "Really? Okay, cool. BTW, expect no alone time for the next 3 to 5 business months."

Comforting Items (Also an ongoing list; send in ideas!)

(Too) Quick To Trust

Ready To Attack?

Gone Too Far

Post-Rescue Drugging

Bad Things Happen Bingo

Card

Trust Issues

It's All My Fault

Tranquilizer Dart

Conditioning

Locked in a Cage

Blood from the Mouth

Memory Loss

Neglect or Abandonment

Verbal Abuse

Power Suppression

Pinned to the Wall

Not Used to Freedom

Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

Defeated and Trophied

Captive Push

Forced to Beg ✓

Fevers

Cry Into Chest

Traumatic Touch Aversion

Grabbed by the Chin

Nervous Breakdown

CPR

Gunshot Wound

Blindfolded

Fainting

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List of awesome whumpers! Go follow them right now!

@aceofwhump @whumpster-dumpster @whumpthencomfort @whumpinbloom @whumphoarder @sorryforpartywhumping @gimmethatsweetwhump @softwhump @allthewhumpygoodness @the-wandering-whumper @justwhumpythings

[vanne-whump]

WIJ Day One: (Re-)Introduce yourself and/or your creations! @whumpmasinjuly

I’m Vanne (she/her) but I also go by Savanne, Anna, Van and ‘Hedgehog Lady’. I’m nineteen and studying Animal Management at college with the intention of going on to study Veterinary Nursing and becoming an RVN. I have been running a hedgehog rescue and rehabilitation centre for almost three years now and am currently caring for a mother, Garcia, and her five hoglets: Spencer, JJ, Morgan, Rossi and Emily. Yes, the naming theme this year is Criminal Minds and no I won’t take criticism. As well as hedgehogs, I have seven rats, five fish and eleven ferrets.

I’ve been writing whump for years but only ventured onto Tumblr in late 2019 when I realised that the Instagram writing community wasn’t for me. I mostly write emotional whump and hurt/comfort. Some of my favourite tropes include non-con body modification, dehumanisation, self-sacrifice, toxic romantic relationships and drugging.

I have a continuous new stream of projects and I’m currently sitting on about forty novel ideas but here are my top five!

BADLANDS:

Achilles, Cairo and Damascus. BADLANDS follows Achilles and Cairo after an abduction by Achilles’ stalker. After tormenting them and instilling fear, Damascus kills Cairo in a fit of rage, leaving Achilles to fend for himself. With his energy tied to Achilles, Cairo has no choice but to stick around and take care of his boyfriend who can’t see, hear or feel his presence.

CUJO:

Cujo and Vincent. Cujo, an ex-underground fighter is bought by Vincent, an unsavoury type. His long-running involvement in the drug trade, along with other low-level criminal activities, began to put him at risk. He brings Cujo into his home as a personal bodyguard, bounty hunter and hitman. Cujo has no choice to fulfil his new duties, only starting to spiral when he realises how deep he is with no way to get out and someone new depending on him.

Lost in London:

Ferris, Halden, Isaac, Kay and London. Lost in London follows Kay, a pharmaceutical industry heir during a money-motivated kidnapping. When the ransom demand goes unpaid and Kay’s disappearance is swept under the rug, he is released with instructions to leave the country. He does just that, only returning to New York upon hearing of a family emergency. After a poorly received reunion, Kay moves away once again. Word gets back to the orchestrator of the ransom and he takes it upon himself to finish the job this time. Kay is abducted from his apartment with London, a close friend, and the both of them endure a week of hell while authorities brush off London’s boyfriend’s concerns.

ORNATE:

Alistair, Elliot and Zahlia. ORNATE follows Elliot who is an art student living in LA. He meets Alistair, a photographer he idolises, at a gallery event and Elliot is awestruck to find out that Alistair is interested in his portfolio. After some back and forths, Elliot moves into Alistair’s penthouse and becomes heavily involved with him. Eventually, Elliot drops out of art school and works with Alistair full-time. Under Alistair’s thumb, Elliot is pushed into taking on modelling contracts and body modifications, becoming Alistair’s pet project.

Unnamed WIP:

Damien, Katarina and Zero. This WIP is still very new and doesn’t have much in the way of plot. Katarina is a veterinary surgeon specialising in exotic animals. She spends a lot of time researching and decides that nothing is quite exotic enough for her until she stumbles across a dealership offering a new type of pet. Humans. Zero is her first, breaking to her will easily and becoming the perfect pet. Seen and not heard. Concerned for Zero’s happiness and his level of coping being alone, Katarina brings in Damien who only makes things worse.

And a couple of honourable mentions:

Mercy is a WIP following an EMT after the fiancé of a patient takes it upon himself to get revenge for his fiancée’s death. He abducts Logan and, when torture doesn’t work, forces Logan to watch and care for other victims who have little chance of survival.

Empty Hearts is inspired by TV shows like Bones and Criminal Minds and is structured in a similar way. It follows Seaver, a taxidermist looking to complete his collection with Evander, his only live victim. It also follows the law enforcement team tracking Seaver and their efforts to apprehend him.

[xxx-cat-xxx]

absolute top favourite tony h/c fic recs?

Thank you for the ask and sorry for taking so long to answer! I have a recommendation section here on my blog, but I extended it a bit and posted it below:

Cat’s Tony hurt/comfort fic recs

Long works

If you’re up for a dark, violent, and incredibly touching and well written novel in which Tony and Peter are broken and put back together countless times, go for How to repair a broken heart by InfluentialPineapple. In my opinion, it’s one of the best pieces of literature ever written anywhere, even outside of the fanfic-realm. It describes a journey on which Tony and Peter slowly grow together, and although it´s terribly sad and extremely whumpy, you can see the love the author has for their characters in every single line. Injury, illness, violence, torture, anxiety, PTSD, this one´s got everything, so please heed the TWs.

Dark Memories by @trammelsb: This story is centered around child (sexual) abuse. But it is so much more than Tony suffering through flashbacks and panic attacks (although there is a great deal of that) and being comforted by his team members, especially Bruce, his partner. It is about Tony going through a great deal of character development, learning that he is not to blame for what has happened. The author doesn´t shy away from all the heavy topics, but she also never ceases to treat the characters with respect, In the end, it seems to be a story about not giving up, and despite all the pain it causes when you read it, the feeling that stays is that it´s worth to keep fighting.

Arc Tremors by @rose-on-the-mountain: 44 epic chapters of Whump and the kind of fluff that is not fluffy at all, rather makes your heart overflow with emotions. It´s Avenger-family centric, including Pepper and Rhodey and wonderful robot characters, themed around an illness that forces Tony to go through a difficult heart procedure. Everyone’s shadows and traumas get their due, and it balances darkness and light admirably well.

One Hell of a Show by MillyVeil: Clint and Tony get kidnapped and tortured. Heavily. This is one of the physically most brutal whump-fics I know - Milly is like the Tarantino of fan-fiction - but god, it´s well done. TWs for detailed descriptions of rape and violence.

Resistance by thegraytigress: Tony and Steve are captured by the Kree and held in a concentration camp-like environment for months. This is a slow-built, well thought-through love story with a lot of pain and a deep exploration of Tony´s and Steve´s characters as well as their emerging relationship. It has one of the best and most realistic aftermaths to traumatic experiences that I´ve ever read. It’s basically a book worth of heavy, heavy, heavy physical and emotional whump. Please mind the TWs.

She’s my Ride Home by OfMonstersAndMe: The most beautiful recount of how Nebula’s and Tony’s friendship develops in the 23 days they spent in space. Lots of great hurt/comfort scenes and spot-on characterisation.

450 Feet Under by Veldeia: Tony is trapped in a cave with no way out. The Avengers are on the way to get him, but when he gets seriously injured, the rescue mission becomes a race against time. 15 chapters of absolutely satisfying whump, snark, and feels. Background Stony. Simply brilliant!

Short(er) Works

Basically all Tony fics by @builder051​. I especially like this Pepperony Christmas fic and this Nat & Tony cave anxiety fic.

Strong Enough by Ranni: Steve, Tony, and Clint are held prisoner, but the real danger begins when their captors abandon the prison to let them die in their cells. Injuries, torture, pneunomia, great dialogues. Platonic relationships between the three men, really touching, but not cheesy. Ranni is one of my favourite writers, and all her other stories are equally intruiging. Monsters and Beloved Companion also have a lot of Tony Whump.

Five Times Bruce is Not That Kind of Doctor™ + One Time He’s Perfect For the Job by @whumphoarder and @awesomesockes. The most amazing mix of humour and whump you’ll ever find. I love all their fics, so some more of my Tony Whump faves are The After Party and Desperate Times.

@taylortut writes beautiful and touching fics in which Tony gets whumped around other Avengers. Mostly h/c with illness or injury (and some adorable daily-life drabbles).The stories are generally light-hearted, but not at all superficial. I still can´t decide which one is my favorite because I love all of them, so I´m putting up the general link to Taylor´s Blog. Find her here on A03.

The Minor Fall, the Major Lift by sahiya: This one is about Bruce coming back to the compound after Civil War, trying to pick up Tony´s broken pieces. It has the best characterization of Tony, Bruce and Rhodes I´ve seen in a while now. Everything about this fic seems fragile, the characters, the conversations, the shaky comfort they manage to build. It´s slow-paced, and it´s not a fix-it-all, and this is what makes it so good. Sahiya is one of the best writers out there and her series “Me through Him to You” is printworthy.

Bruce and Goose´s Truce by @twentyghosts​: After Infinity War, Tony is saved from space. Bruce medically examines him while being heavily flirted at, then they bathe together, and Tony cries, and Bruce holds him tight. Everyone is more than a little broken, but it´s okay, because they have each other back. More Tony Whump in Cold, Comfort and Unmasked.

nimentia by TinyFuryCloud: Tony and Steve have been married for more than 20 years when Tony is diagnosed with Alzheimer´s disease. This story is so terribly well done. The whole process of Tony slowly disintegrating, slowly getting lost, but somehow, somewhere, still being Tony, is recounted in precise detail with just the right mixture of matter-of-fact descriptions and emotions. Also, A+ characterisation of everyone who is and was part of Tony´s life, including Peter and Jarvis.

Hubris by @writingromanoff​: Tony gets kidnapped and tortured by Justin Hammer. Tortured, as in forced to walk for days and days in the desert without a drop of water, and that´s just the beginning. When Steve finally shows up, Tony doesn´t even know whether he´s real anymore. I still can´t decide whether the whump or the whump´s aftermath is better in this one, both are very well described. Heed the TWs (torture and humiliation, obviously, as well as ED behaviour and others). By the same author: somno, the best concussion fic in the universe, and Blue Lips, Blue Veins, which is on some other level of genius alltogether.

Just a rather very intelligent system by @darkestsight​: Seven instances of Jarvis taking control over the suit and saving Tony´s ass without anyone noticing. Not all of them are sickfics. Chapter 3 is my personal favorite and contains a physically and emotionally beaten-down and extremely tired Tony; chapter 5 has him dealing with PTSD and chapters 6 and 7 involve him getting injured. I liked the idea of it and enjoyed the interactions between Tony and Jarvis.

Pressure Point by ratherastory: Another migraine fic, with a very precise description of the pain Tony´s in and a nice amount of Starkasm. Steve as caretaker. Can be read as Stony, but doesn’ t have to. Pain and vomiting.

Home by @saber-wing​: All Tony wanted was a cup of coffee. But then Thor’s Asgardian monster pet decides to try and eat Tony’s leg for breakfast. Excellent whump, Avengers family feels and a lot of humour. The author has many more amazing whump fics!

I Can´t Exactly Hold Your Hair Back by SirSapling: This is based on the comics and not the movies. It features Tony with cancer and Steve taking care of him on one of his bad days. I like this one for its slow whump build-up. Stony. Tags for migraine, vomiting, mentions of cancer.

Bust a gut, Tones by @whimsicalethnographies: Tony has appendicitis and Peter is the only one who realises it. Perfectly balances between humour and seriousness.

Fool’s Luck by @msermesth: Steve arrives on his doorstep exactly three hours and twenty-seven minutes after Tony finishes the last word of his eulogy. LOTS of pain. TW alcohol abuse, angst and suicidal thoughts. This is short, but extremely well done.

don’t let the blue skies fade by @blancheludis: This starts as a mission-gone-wrong fic with a perfect whump setting (of course Tony has to hide his injuries from everyone) and character depth that focuses on team dynamics and the evolving relationship between Tony and Steve.

Side Effects by discipulapauper: Steve and Tony are stuck in the desert, and Tony discovers that the serum causes unexpected complications when Steve doesn´t get food and water for a long time…Nice whump scenes, good characterization and mostly non-cheesy, non-stony dialogue. Featuring heat stroke symptoms and hallucinations.

Presenteeism by Veldeia: Tony thinks it is a good idea to send an empty suit along with the team on a mission while riding out his hangover alone somewhere in the middle of Russian nowhere. Too bad his hangover turns out to be something worse…

Mohini´s prompt fill for Nov(emeto)ber 5 by @mohini-musing​: Tony is sick and Bucky doesn´t really know how to handle it. A short but greatly written fic with emeto and fever, no WinterIron.

My own fics : 40+ stories of physically and/or emotionally hurt or sick Tony

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Mike Warren Fanfic Rec List

Alright everyone!! Here it is! My fanfiction rec list for Mike Warren!! There’s not a lot of fanfiction out there so pickings are kinda slim (we should all change that. Just saying.) But I hope you enjoy what I’ve found!

Warning 1: A lot of these are incomplete. It sucks but they’re good so I’m adding them anyway.

Warning 2: Some are Pike (Paige and Mike) and no I don’t ship them (cause she is a bitch) but I wanted to read Mike whump and if the Pike wasn’t a huge deal in the fic I read it anyway.

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Saving Grace by HopefulShipper, RosieColes95  Summary: Abby finds Mike's FBI badge along with his gun that fateful night in S1 and he comes clean about his job. As their relationship deepens can Mike protect her from getting pulled into his undercover world? Cowritten with RosieColes95.

Moving On by kimmyiewrites (arosetosomeone) Summary: Mike Warren has gone back to D.C. to try and move on from all that had happened in Graceland. With a new case and a new partner he just might be able to do just that or will Graceland's memories come back to haunt him?Post Series Finale!

The Silver Lining is in the Stuffed Animal by cancerthecrabbo Summary: When Bello spots him and attacks him in prison, Mike is a little worse for wear. With his stitches pulled out, Charlie takes him to the hospital before they go back to Graceland. Mike, in all his painkiller-induced loopiness, is adorable. The Graceland family takes advantage of the situation to get some blackmail.

what is a half-blind wolf (but a lamb missing an eye?) by cancerthecrabbo Summary: "Mike expects Bello to get between the two of them, perhaps elect to interrogate him, which might leave him some room to stay undercover. Instead, he takes a step back and gives Eddie a slow nod. He hands Eddie the gun." An alternate ending to the episode Pizza Box in which Bello decides to put his trust in Eddie, which means Eddie can dispose of Mike as he wishes. The tactical team waiting nearby gets to them before Eddie can kill Mike but not before he makes the saying an eye for an eye quite literal.

i dream with my eyes open by sonofahurricane Summary: When Eddie attacks Mike, Mike walks away but doesn't get off easily.AU for 1x04, Pizza Box.

Lightshow by busigt_81 Summary: Mike loves running, it clears his head and helps him think about whats going on in his life and he needs it now more than ever.

Anchor by VampirePam Summary: When Mike crashes hard after his first reversal, Briggs is there to pick up the pieces. Missing scene from the pilot.

And Not Just Play a Part by yattayay Summary: He comes out to them one night on the beach, with his head in Charlie’s lap and the fire warming his toes.

The Ever Building Lie by donutsweeper Summary: Odin Rossi had become a part of Paul Briggs, one that was getting harder and harder to hide.Spoilers for episode 1x08 "Bag Man."

Poison by AnthemInMyTveit (SoWrongItsLottie) Summary: “I’m Poison, Mike!” Briggs shouts, spinning his head round to face the younger Agent.Paul Briggs knows that he’s a mess; he has been ever since the incident down in Mexico with Jangles, he’s not going to deny it. Although he never thought for a single second that he would ever let Agent Mike Warren, Mr Boy Scout himself, in on his most darkest secret. When Mike takes a turn for the worse following Bello’s assault, Briggs makes it his mission to get Agent Warren out of Graceland and to DC, where he belongs. But can he really go through with his plan and say goodbye to the person who has had his back since day one?

What Didn't Happen by altschmerzes Summary: “You really think I was dead?” That’s the question he asks instead of his actual question, ‘just how upset were you and how upset are you still?’ Ultimately, the first question answers the second, if what Mike’s face does is any indication.“Yeah.” The word is clipped, followed by a short clear of his throat. “I really did.”--After Mike finds out Johnny is alive, and after Briggs leaves the evidence room, the two of them get a chance to talk, and Mike gets to process a loss that hadn't actually happened.

Come Together by owenharpersgirl Summary: After Bello attacks Mike in the prison, the entire house comes to together to look after him.

Panic by petersnotkingyet Summary: Bates wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Mike having a panic attack. Bromance ensues.

Three in the Morning by IveGotRedHair Summary: Mike's not feeling well and Paige tries to make it better, he might be the new guy but Graceland is family.

It's Just Sauce After All by: Rosebud5 Summary: Based on the "Pizza Box" episode, Mike is left with the suddenly daunting task of cleaning the dishes after sauce night. Just when he thinks he might reach his breaking point, he's joined by somebody who will help take the pain away and clean away all the red to leave a beautiful, pure white. Sometimes, all it takes is a gentle hand to guide you back to the ground.

Those Blue Eyes by: Rosebud5 Summary: When Mike is stabbed and in critical condition, the Graceland family realizes just how much their dorky Levi means to each of them. Takes place during the "Smoke Alarm" episode, with some Mike/Paige and a few hints of Johnny/Charlie.

Life at Graceland by: Misfits-of-Graceland Summary: A series of one-shots focusing on Mike mostly and some are just kind of random.

Under the Cover of Violence by: GracelandFan Summary: Mike has to go undercover as a victim of domestic violence. Briggs has to play the abuser. All is going well until one nosy cop decides to help Mike out of his situation.

Burning in the Dark by: msjgatsby Summary: Mike fails. He needs Paige's forgiveness.

Reveal Those Baby Blues by: Suitslover14 Summary: At least this time he didn't have to call Charlie and Paige and Jakes, telling them that Mike had been stabbed and he had left him to chase after some nightmare in his past. At least this time Mike had a hell of a better chance of surviving. That is if he could just reveal those baby blues.

The Greatest Novel Ever Written by msjgatsby Summary: Paige takes the first shift after Mike's out of the tub. (PIKE outtake from 3x08)

Not So Happy Birthday by: WhumpageLover Summary: It's Mike's birthday, but the day doesn't turn out so happy.

Matters of the Heart by: purplepanda242 Summary: How do you cope when everything goes wrong?

Desperation by: H.E. Mahk Summary: Post season 3.  Picks up right at the end of "No Old Tigers".  Everyone in the house is trying to figure out where to go from here and Mike, especially, is struggling with the stress and guilt of it all.  Will he seek help or fall back into old habits? Warnings: drug use.

Dark by: Miss DiNozzo Summary: Tags to 1x04, Pizza Box. Mike's not doing well.

Mike Whump by: TaliaFox Summary: Basically, a series of one-shots about hurt!Mike. Involved will be shooting, stabbing, kidnapping, etc. Mainly will be Mike and Paul, but others will be included. NOT SLASH.

Search & Rescue By: S.A.N.e-but-inS.A.N.e Summary: When Paige asks Mike to help her on one of her cases, it quickly goes from a simple takedown to a life-threatening situation. Even injured, Mike will stop at nothing to rescue Paige with or without the help of the other residents of the Graceland house.

Mike's Mystery by: WhumpageLover Summary: Mike comes home, beaten and covered in blood, after being gone for three days. He doesn't want to talk about what happened, so it's up to the gang to find out what happened to their Levi.

Sick Mike Oneshots by: Miss DiNozzo Summary: As a huge sickfic fan, I've really wanted to see more sick!Mike. So naturally I wrote a million stories about it.

Stagger by: somewhereinthedreams Summary: Filling in the gap of why Mike thought he and Paige were okay after Bello attacked him in prison. Consider this a deleted scene set during Season 1: Episode 10, "King's Castle."

Come Together by: OwenHarpersGirl Summary: After Bello attacks Mike in the prison, the entire house comes to together to look after him.

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 so, i haven’t been tagged to do this, but i could help miss out on the fun!

4 favroutite fic (by me) 

i’m poke-ranger!21 on fanffic.net and A03

Thunderbirds/HTTYD au

Alan tracy wants to be a Viking, but he is hidden by his family's successes, but when he shoots down the most dangerous dragon ever, a new friendship forms.

so, this was the first mutli-chapter story that i ever finished and im super proud of it. i’m planning on doing all three movies but having trouble deciding the ending for the thrid (although its a bit early since i only just started on the third) but other than that i enjoyed writing this au so much. 

thunderbirds: endgame

How the tracy's reacted to Thano's snap. 

so, this is another au where the tracy’s existed in the same universe as the avengers, although @godsliltippy    is to blame because she gave me the idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i just had to write it. but it was lots of fun as the two youngest tracy’s were left all alone. :( 

The whole family 

The Tracy's have finally got their father back, but the hood still stands in their way of becoming a whole family once again.

so i acctually wrote this before the trailer for the final episode of thunderbirds came out, i haven’t worked out the whole storyline just yet and i hope to add some whump scene except i have no idea how to write them unfortunately :( 

A drawer full of memories 

Gordon looks through some memories from high school

so, this is basically a longer version of the one i wrote somewhere on my account, i really had lots of fun writing this and used some ‘big nate’ comics as inspiration. 

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4 favrouite fics (by others) 

i had alot of trouble deciding these as i have over 300 of them 

The Heart of Te Fiti 

by Eraman on ff.et 

so this is gonna be a major AU which will mostly follow the plot of Moana/Vaiana with many changes. Gordon hears the sea calling him, but with his three older brothers missing and his father forbidding him from going near the ocean what is Gordon to do? He knows there is something he and Alan has to do, something only they can do but how can they when they are not allowed to leave?

i LOVE this story so far, because who doesn’t want a thunnderbirds/moana au? its so amazing and i highly recomend it!

Being Gordon Tracy by @psychoseal

is avaliable on both A03 & ff.net 

Gordons Life Story. warning - rated for language.

i love this story so much as it has lots of young tracy’s. i mean, who doesn’t love young tracy stories and not to mention its got lots of fluff in it and resolves around gordon (who is my favrourite bro) but also has the others. 

Rescue Me  by @godsliltippy

The fourth emotional installment of the "Something to Believe In" series. The Hood makes his final play against the Tracys in an effort to destroy them from the inside out.

this one is my favrouite story out of the whole series, i mean its got so much drama and everything. 

Even the Strongest Fall—Part 2: Into the Depths  by  tenjounotora 

Even the Strongest Fall: A series of stories exploring PTSD in the family. Part 2: Gordon Tracy — Gordon was involved in a horrible accident, he shouldn't have survived. He did, he healed, and now it is time for International Rescue to start operations, but Gordon still has some demons he's trying to fight and he's not sure if he'll win. 

i love this story becuase it shows how much gordon is suffering from his hydrofoil accident and how he is trying to prove to himself and his family that he can be part of IR.

For @fictivekaleidoscope's fic it on-thuderbirds addition

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Random questions: have you seen/are you going to see the new Aladdin? What do you think awaked whump in your childhood? When did you realize what whump was? Do you have any pets? If you do please tell them that they are very good and give them pets for me. What are your top 5 favorite whump tropes? Do you prefer hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort? Have you ever told anyone that you liked whumpy and they discovered they liked whump? (Sorry if any are too personal) you are the best!!💖💖💖💖

NO, NONNY - YOU’RE THE BEST!!!

Okay, time to answer all of these! :D

Have you seen/are you going to see the new Aladdin?Oh, of course! I won’t be seeing it in the theater though, so it’ll take me awhile to see it. But once it’s available for rent/streaming - I’m definitely gonna see it. I have to see how they handle that super whumpy drowning scene, after all ;) I’ve already seen some GIFs of the genie and him AFTER the drowning... but I gotta see the bondage/gag and the actual drowning. I hope they don’t let me (and, like, a million other whumpers and also all the gay men who love bondage) down! No pressure or anything, Disney, just don’t fuck it up.

What do you think awakened whump in your childhood?Oh, gosh. I honestly don’t know WHAT awakens the love of whump in people, despite all of my wondering about it. It does seem like most of us start loving it in our childhoods, and I’m certainly no different. But it seems like we just... see something and like it. It feels less like it inspired us to like it than that it was inevitable that we’ll like it and it just depends on whatever it is we see first. For me, it was either old daytime reruns of the 1960s Batman series, or a particularly long General Hospital storyline, where one of the characters was held captive in a dog kennel for weeks while her two lovers (one her ex-husband, one her current one, both still in love with her) searched for her. The kidnapper taunted them continually, and even sent photos of her suffering to upset them. It was great. That storyline and the Batman shows are my fondest memories of whump as a kid. It wasn’t until a while later that I saw some of the classic Disney whump a lot of whumpers found in their childhood - for some reason, I never saw Sleeping Beauty until high school, and Aladdin came out around the same time.

When did you realize what whump was?Oh, gosh. Well, whump wasn’t even a thing until I was in high school, I think, in the 90s when Stargate: Atlantis was on. And I wasn’t into that show at the time, and the term kind of fell out of favor and lost popularity after that show. It didn’t really “catch on” in any other fandoms or in fandom in general until the more recent resurgence of the term here on Tumblr :) Before that, we all mostly made do with the “hurt/comfort” tag or with the gay community’s “get” content and various other things that would pop up. The X-Files community was where I first got involved with other people loving what we now call whump. There was a website that collected all the hurt/comfort (and just plain hurt ;)) stories in the fandom, and it was called Mulder Torture Anonymous. It was HEAVEN. And, sadly, I never found anything else remotely like it until all of these wonderful whump blogs started showing up on Tumblr. HEAVEN REBORN :D 

Incidentally, Mulder Torture Anonymous is one of the main inspirations for my blog - both the content (obviously) and the organization.

Do you have any pets?Not anymore. I’ve almost always had pets before now, but our last one was this absolutely adorable little dog (a chihuahua/spaniel mix, like a miniature spaniel) who was ridiculously intelligent and affectionate and... I have never seen a smarter animal with anywhere near as big of a personality. She passed on about 2 years ago, and my entire family has agreed that, quite honestly, any other dog/pet we could possibly get just simply wouldn’t live up to her memory. And none of us want to adopt another dog that we’ll constantly feel isn’t as special as that one was. She basically ruined us all for other pets, haha, but we feel like having her in our lives was the greatest blessing we could ever ask for.

What are your top 5 favorite whump tropes?Captivity!!! I love long term captivity, when the whumpee is kidnapped and held somewhere, long enough for them to start breaking down and losing hope and all that wonderful stuff. Kidnappings in general are great. Bondage, as well. I love mental institution tropes, where the whumpee is being held against their will in an asylum run by nefarious people. And RESCUES! I love rescues. I hate it when whumpees free themselves or get set free by the bad guys. There HAS to be a big rescue at the end of the scenario, or I feel unsatisfied.

Do you prefer hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort?Oh, I have to have the comfort!!! I mean, don’t get me wrong - if there’s no comfort, I’ll still enjoy the hurt. But if there’s no comfort in the content as its presented, I’ll feel unsatisfied and usually have to imagine the comfort for myself. Unfortunately, that happens a lot with TV shows and movies, where they chintz out on the comfort. That’s usually when I end up stealing their hurt scene and re-writing it with my favorite whumpee du jour and adding some damn comfort on the end. Gotta have the comfort. It’s like the whump version of a money shot.

Have you ever told anyone that you liked whumpy and they discovered they liked whump?Honestly, I feel like making this blog was that for me XD When I started it, there was only a handful of active whump blogs, and only a couple of Hook fans being outwardly obvious about loving to “torture” the pirate - and even then, it was usually with angst and emotional suffering ;) When I started, I wasn’t worried about being accepted in the whump community, though I was worried a lot of people wouldn’t be interested in such a narrowly specific whump blog. It was the Once community I was worried about - I expected to either be chased out of town entirely or more or less ignored by most folks XD I honestly never expected so many Hook fans to embrace me and my blog, and not only accept that I like whump, but to admit they like it too! It’s part of the reason why I will die on the hill of Colin/Hook having the best fandom around - because the warmth and acceptance I’ve gotten here, even amongst those who don’t like whump at all, has been nothing short of legendary.

Between the Whump Community and Colin’s Fandom, I really could not ask for a better bunch of folks to blog with and be friends with

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Clear and Present Danger (16/16)

Summary:  Homicide detective Killian Jones has been searching for a way to bring Milah’s murderer to justice. There’s only one small problem: Robert Gold is the captain of the same homicide division. Enter Emma Swan, Internal Affairs investigator, looking into Gold’s shady dealings. Between the two of them, can they unravel the web of deals and lies that have gotten Gold to where he is?

Rated:  T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump (you expected different?)

TW: character death, mention of past self-harm, fatal car accident, school hostage situation

Other ships: mentions past Millian in a good light, Outlaw Queen, Snowing

Art credit/link: The totally awesome @cocohook38 made the cover you can see above and on her blog here. Later in the story, she’s illustrated some key points to the fic and I can’t thank her enough for her work! Chapter Four’s art is HERE.  The amazing art she did for chapter 14 is HERE.  Go show her some love!

Beta reader: @gusenitsaa took on this monster without probably knowing exactly what she was getting into (what do you mean 100,000 words?!) and any mistakes that you find are probably me being stubborn and ignoring her advice!  Thank you!

A/N:  Written as part of the 2018 Captain Swan Big Bang Challenge.  You can catch up with all the other fics that are complete by following @captainswanbigbang and/or subscribing to the Group Collection on AO3 and/or the C2 on FFN. This is complete in 16 parts and will be posted every Sunday from now until its completion.

Take it away, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Word count:  ~ 6,767 (100k Total in 16 chapters)

From the beginning: AO3 / FFN

Current Chapter: ao3 | ffn

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: OUT OF SERVICE

Everything hurt.  It hurt too much for him to be in a hospital and too much for this to be a dream or a hallucination.  He had no idea what had happened or where he was or why everything hurt this much and Liam wasn’t here.  Hadn’t Liam been with him?  It was all a bit fuzzy, but he could have sworn he was at the cabin with Liam and Emma and everything had hurt there, but not like this.  

It felt like he’d been shot.

Had it been a dream?  Maybe he’d never left the warehouse.  Maybe he was still being held captive.  Maybe Emma had never come to his rescue.  Maybe… maybe-

And then it all slammed back into him like a rogue wave of memories.  The cabin and Gold and being shot and Gold was dead and Liam had sounded so broken and where was Emma and hadn’t Gold died and was it over and-

And where was his brother?

Killian’s eyes shot open and nothing looked familiar.  The walls were some terrifying shade of green that looked nothing like Emma’s eyes in any light.  The bed was hard and small and the blankets were scratchy and the linens smelled stale.  His breath caught in his throat and no one was in the room with him so Killian shot up, adrenaline allowing him to sit up in the bed just long enough for the sheets to pool around his waist before tearing pain spiraled out from his shoulder and he fell back against the pillows, panting and sweating and shivering.  He was pretty sure his stomach was going to turn inside out if he didn’t find a bucket.

“For the love of God, Jones, you’d better not have torn my stitches!” a familiar voice shouted from the doorway and Killian’s head lolled off of the pillow to see who was holding him captive.

Victor Whale.

What the hell was going on?

Killian stared, sure now that - despite the pain radiating through him - this was some kind of concussion-induced hallucination.  And not even an enjoyable one.  He needed better pain meds.

Or any pain meds, for that matter.

“Wha-” Killian croaked, only now realizing how dry his mouth was and how long he must have been out.

“Quiet,” Whale ordered, crossing the room and fiddling with something on the IV pole that was clearly not pain medication.  The next thing Killian knew, the brusque doctor had pulled back the tape securing bulky gauze across his chest.

“Ow!” he shouted, trying to curl in on himself and pull away from the pain as it increased tenfold.  The tape pulled hairs as it ripped away, but it was nothing compared to the gauze yanking away from his skin.  “Bloody hell, man!”

“Oh, hush.  You’re not dead.”

Killian blinked as Whale blanched, suddenly much more gentle as he prodded at the angry, red skin that Killian could only just glimpse if he closed one eye and ducked his chin as close to his chest as the wound would let him.

“What?” Killian asked.  “What am I missing? And where’s my brother?”

Whale ignored him, tutting in annoyance and turning to walk away.

“Whale!” Killian tried to sit up again, nearly curling up in pain when his shoulder protested.

The doctor turned around, squatting down to root in a bag Killian hadn’t noticed by the door.  “Relax, Rambo.  Just stay put.”

Killian scowled, but relaxed his muscles and tried to stay still.  It didn’t take a detective to realize something was wrong and, despite Gold’s meddling involvement, he’d earned that badge.  He’d been injured before - hell, he’d been shot before - and Liam had practically needed a restraining order filed to go further than the nurses’ desk.  And that was only to complain about his brother’s lack of care.

He’d had to apologize to security and to Elsa before he was allowed back inside.

Liam had muttered something about Elsa being far more terrifying.

Whale came back promptly and, without making eye contact, jabbed something into the port on the IV line.  “Just relax, Detective, before you undo all my hard work and the risk to my job is for nothing.”

Killian blinked.  The pain started to abate while he was still trying to decipher Whale’s words and the bloody wanker still hadn’t told him where Liam was.  The room around him started to blur and Killian fought the pull of sleep.  He had to stay awake.  He had to know if Liam was all right.

Then, something more pressing filtered through the haze of morphine or whatever Whale had dosed him with.

He couldn’t feel his left hand.

“Frank?” Killian asked, his voice catching as he stared at his fingers, willing them to move.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve asked you not to call me that.  I am not Doctor Frankenstein!” Whale growled, reorganizing the things in his bag.  “Go to sleep.”

Killian tried harder, tensing up every muscle he could and hissing as his shoulder protested.

His fingers remained limp and lifeless on top of the bedclothes.  “Doc?” he tried again, blinking rapidly as his breathing stuttered.  His hand.  Something was wrong with his hand.

“What?” Whale snapped, moving back to his bedside.  “Your brother will be here as soon as David fi- oh.”

He had the grace to look abashed when Killian turned tortured eyes on him.  “I… I can’t… what’s going on, Frank?”

“You’re lucky you didn’t lose your arm,” Whale muttered, lifting Killian’s hand carefully and rotating it.  “The bullet must have had some kind of magic spell on it or something because you didn’t bleed out and it was high enough not to damage your lungs.  There was a lot of damage, though, and there’s a lot of swelling.  I don’t know what that’s going to look like in six weeks or three months or a year.  We had to do a lot of work just to stabilize you and then…”

Killian shook his head, trying to clear the fog that was insistent on dragging him under.  He was missing something, something important, but he couldn’t think past six weeks, three months, or a year.  Or ever.  God, he needed his hand.  He needed to be able to…

Whale was still looking at him as if he were a broken toy when the pain meds dragged him under.

***

He didn’t really remember waking over the next few days, drifting in between the haze of meds and sleep that was fraught with memories, with nightmares, with chilling thoughts.  And he woke every time, shivering and frightened and looking around for one of two familiar sets of eyes.  Killian remembered seeing Robin, remembered asking David where his partner was, could recall Mills’ sheepish looks when he realized it wasn’t him being called for.

But not Liam.  Not Emma.

The changing of the bandages was the worst, pulling and cleaning and what felt like Whale attacking him with a scalpel - though that may have been the meds talking.  His shoulder was on fire and his body was freezing and through it all, his hand stayed silent and unmoving. Just a lump of flesh and bone resting on his stomach.

Killian was afraid and Liam wasn’t there to make it better.

The nightmares almost weren’t more frightening than his waking moments.  In his dreams, his hand was gone - replaced by a hook ala Captain Hook sailing the open seas on the Jolly Roger, he couldn’t save Liam, he couldn’t save Emma, Gold always won.  The images flitted past too quickly to dwell on, but jarring enough to keep him from truly resting.  He had no real memory of how he’d gotten here, just images mostly.  Liam and Emma fighting, the slam of the door when Emma left.  Gold.  The fear on Liam’s face.  And the one certainty that he thought he could cling to: Gold was dead. But Emma and Liam weren’t here with him.

It was, perhaps, the one thing he couldn’t get past.  If nothing had happened to them - if he wasn’t blocking out Gold killing them before shooting him - then why weren’t they here?  And where was he?  And why weren’t they with him?

No one would tell him anything.

Emma had left.  She had taken his jacket. He remembered that clearly because he’d hoped it meant she was coming back.  But maybe she hadn’t.  Maybe she’d had enough, maybe… he could almost manage to hope she hadn’t come back.  If she hadn’t come back then she was safe. But Liam?  However hard he tried he couldn’t come up with an explanation for Liam’s absence that didn’t involve Gold smirking over his brother’s- No!

So he slept and he dreamed and when he woke in those brief moments, he begged whoever was sitting with him to wake him up from the nightmare that was being alone in the world.

“It’s all right, Killian.  I’m here now; just rest.”  Emma’s voice.  Emma’s hand at his brow, a cool cloth running over it.  And then a hand around his throat closed off his airway and Emma’s gentle words turned into Hades’ maniacal laugh and Killian shot out of bed again.

He hit the floor hard, the nap of the carpet startling enough to wake him fully.  Fire wrapping around his arm and the echo of Hades’ laughter ringing in his ear were enough impetus to propel Killian to his feet and send him stumbling across the room.  Not even the sharp tug of the IV as it tore from his right hand was enough to stop him.

“Sir?”  That was Mills, and Killian swore one of these days that he was going to get the kid to stop calling him that.  “Sir, are you all right?”

Killian swung his head around to stare at Henry, the blurred image of him looking as worried as he sounded.  “M’ brother?” he asked for what must have been the hundredth time.

“Let’s get you back in bed, sir.  David will have my head if he sees you bleeding all over Whale’s carpet.”

David.  Well, that was progress.

Killian reeled in his thoughts, trying to keep them from slipping away like the tide underneath his feet.  He leaned on the kid anyway, his good arm draped over Henry’s shoulders and his bare feet dragging against the carpet.  “Where are we?” he asked, looking around as he sank back onto the mattress.

Henry looked around as if he’d never seen the place before.  “Umm…” he trailed off, looking helplessly at the door Killian had been trying to escape out of.

“Mills!” he barked.

“Doctor Whale’s Cape house,” he mumbled.

Killian blinked.

And blinked again.  Then he ran a hand over his face, grimacing at the beard that was no longer just stubble.  “We’re… on the bloody Cape?”

Henry looked at the door again.  “You were pretty out of it when you came to in the ambulance.”

Killian didn’t remember that.

“We weren’t near the Cape,” was all he could say, raising an eyebrow and daring Mills to leave before he got answers.

Henry shook his head.  “No.  We, umm… well Robin, really.  He… I mean…”

“We faked your death.  And stay in bed! You’re bleeding all over my guest room.”  Whale stormed into the room, shoving Killian back against the pillows with two fingers on his chest.

“Where’s Liam?”

Whale huffed out an annoyed sigh.  “You are a goddamn broken record, aren’t you?”

“Is my brother dead?” Killian hated how desperate his voice sounded, but if Whale knocked him out again,  if he had to go back to the dreams without knowing-

“David and Robin are trying to find your bloody stubborn arse of a brother.  When they do, they will bring him here.  Okay?”

Killian blinked, the relief tainted with confusion.  “Then why isn’t he here?  Where’s Emma?”

“Off with Liam doing something stupid that I’m going to have to patch up, no doubt.”  Whale reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a new IV kit.

Killian watched as Whale spread out the kit on the bedside table with a bit of trepidation.  He knew all too well how much the doctor loved having to redo his handiwork.  “Keep a well stocked guest room, do you?” he snarked to cover the nerves.

Whale just looked at him balefully.  “When a detective in the BPD backs you against a wall with his hand around your throat and tells you to keep his partner alive no matter what with the kind of look in his eye that Locksley had?  You pack more than enough essentials.”

Locksley?

“Robin’s here?”

“Was I speaking French?  I thought I spoke English.  Hades wants you dead.  We had to get you out of there - at no little risk to my career, faking your death like that - and your bloody brother didn’t get the message.  By the time the meds started to wear off and I could get you out of the morgue, unnoticed, Liam and Emma were already long gone.”  Whale sighed in exasperation, swabbing alcohol over the back of Killian’s hand and jabbing him - unnecessarily hard, in Killian’s opinion - with a bloody dagger masquerading as an IV port.  “Your partner and Nolan are back in Boston trying to find your idiot brother before he gets himself killed.  They left me in charge of babysitting you and the infant over there.”

Henry scoffed as Whale nodded his head at the increasingly annoyed rookie.

Killian could feel the blood draining from his face.  “He… what?”

Henry glared at the doctor, stepping in between the bed and Whale.  It was the most ballsy Killian had ever seen the kid act. “We weren’t supposed to tell him that,” Mills hissed angrily.

Whale shrugged.  “That’s what the morphine is for,” he muttered before jabbing a syringe into Killian’s IV line.

He drifted away to the terrifying image of Hades gunning down his brother in front of Emma.

Liam!

Killian was alive.

The rest of it was all a blur other than those three words, playing on repeat in her head.  Killian Jones, bloody menace to her emotions, was alive and hidden away from whomever wanted to hurt him.  Robin had kept his partner safe, the first and foremost of his responsibilities, and she couldn’t even be angry at him for it.

Although, if Liam didn’t survive the sheer amount of blood that he’d left behind on that warehouse floor, Emma was not going to be the one to tell Killian about it.  Robin could take that responsibility as well.

The EMTs were working quickly, relegating David and her to the sidelines to watch as they packed mountains of gauze into Liam’s shoulder and his side and, God, there was just so much blood.  

He had to be okay.  He had to.  Emma didn’t know if he’d heard her shout in his face about Killian, but he needed to know that, too, because if there was one thing Liam would fight for, it was his little brother.

Killian still needed him.

Killian.  God, how was he alive?  She’d been in the room when he’d flatlined.  She’d watched the doctor try to revive him.  She’d listened to them call his time of death.  She’d seen the defeat in Liam’s shoulders as he worked up the courage to say goodbye in the morgue.

Killian was alive?

Robin wouldn’t lie about that.  She didn’t know him well, but Killian trusted him and Locksley didn’t have anything to gain by misleading them.

And - above all else - Emma needed to believe him.  She needed Killian to be alive, needed to tell him that she wanted him in her life.  That she wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and she wanted to learn how to sail his dumb boat and she wanted him.  Just him.  He was enough for her.

She loved him.

The thought came out of left field - of somewhere far past the Green Monster - but once it was out there, it filled her.  She loved him.  In a way that Emma was sure she hadn’t loved anyone else.

Maybe even like he’d loved Milah.

There was a flurry of activity going around her, movement towards the ambulance and Locksley guiding her to a squad car and she still didn’t really know how they’d gotten there, but she’d never been so glad to see backup in her entire life.

And Liam’s eyes were fluttering, his hands trying to bat at the oxygen mask and Emma needed to tell him-

David beat her to it, grasping Liam’s hand in his and bending over his head so he could whisper in his ear and even from across the parking lot, Emma could see the tension leak out of Liam’s body.  She could hear the relieved sobbing and watched as David gripped Liam’s hand more tightly in his, nodding and reassuring and, God, it was all going to be all right now.

Liam knew his little brother was alive.

There was still a mountain of paperwork to get through as they waited in the ER lobby, an officer named Graham taking her statement and Ingrid coming in from Emma’s department to conduct the IA investigation into this mess and none of it mattered.  Because Emma wasn’t going to have to find Killian wherever Robin had stashed him and tell him that she’d failed to keep Liam alive.

Because Liam was going to be fine, the gunshot wound a deep graze and the stab wound doing soft tissue damage and little else and within 24 hours, he’d been released to Whale’s care.

It had been a long ride to the Cape.

Emma was sure that Mills had never looked so relieved to see someone as he did when David and Robin shouldered Liam through the door.  The elder Jones refused to lie down until he’d seen Killian and Emma was inclined to agree with him.  Henry was already halfway down the hall and Whale was arguing with both of them and no one was really listening to him anyway.

Killian looked awful.

Killian looked wonderful.

His chest rose and fell evenly - breathing on his own - and there was color in his cheeks and his left arm was limp across his chest but his right hand and both feet were twitching sporadically in his sleep and he was alive.  He was alive and he was okay and Emma started to breathe easily for the first time in over a week.

And, suddenly, she realized how exhausted she was.

Liam was crying again, not even bothering to blame it on the painkillers Whale had demanded he take for the ride down.  He sank down in the chair on Killian’s right side, pulling his little brother’s hand into his and nearly collapsing as the tremors overtook him.  David caught him before he could fall, waiting for the adrenaline and the neurotoxin to work together to knock Liam out and, only then, did he dare to move Liam from Killian’s side.

Whale promised that Liam wouldn’t wake up again until they wanted him to - once Killian was awake and they could spend some time together.  Healing.

And so they waited.  Strategic medication schedules kept both the Jones brothers from waking and causing a ruckus - Emma grinned to herself as Henry regaled her with stories of Killian’s escape attempts.  They worked out a schedule so that one of them would be sitting with each brother at all times, and they were all suspended pending the investigation into Hades’ and Gold’s deaths anyway, so they waited.

Of course Killian woke first.

He was out of it when he came to, croaking and flinching away from Emma and she wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but she didn’t know how.

Simple, Emma.  Keep it simple.

It was all going well until Killian realized she was alone in the room with him.  It was clear that he wasn’t really seeing her as he pulled away, trying to flee.  

Dumb, Emma.  What were you thinking?

He was frightened; it was terrifying to see it in his eyes and when he shot out of bed, Emma just reacted.  

It was a tangle of limbs and bedclothes as they hit the ground, an elbow in her ribs and her hand caught under Killian’s near-dead weight.  She could feel the tension in his muscles as Killian bit back a cry and tried to get to his feet.  Emma backed off as much as she was able, her hand still tangled in his, her thumb still soothing back and forth.

Killian stopped then, the fight leaching out of him as he came to stare at his hand.  She watched, hardly daring to breathe, as his eyes flitted back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thumb.

“It’s all right, Jones,” she whispered.  “You’re safe.  Back to bed, all right?”

Killian nodded slowly, sloppily, allowing her to shoulder him back onto the bed and under the covers.  He was out before Whale began muttering under his breath and checking the stitches.

Only when Emma was alone in the room again did she realize - she’d done that.

It was heady to realize that he trusted her, that he needed her.  That she was helping.  All she had to do was calm him down each time and, the more questions he asked, the easier it got to settle him each time until, finally, he slept peacefully.

“I hope you know your boyfriend’s a right pain in the arse,” Whale’s voice filtered through the haze.

Killian’s mouth was stuffed with cotton and his eyes had been covered in sand.  He jumped when a hand slid over his chest, resting - not hurting - atop his heart.  Something was sliding back and forth and Killian tensed, waiting for the pain he was sure would come next.  He hadn’t spent much time as a captive, but he was sure that being gagged with whatever they’d stuffed in his mouth was par for-

“Jones?  Are you awake this time?”

Swan.

Killian opened his eyes blearily, adrenaline reminding him of the last nightmare he remembered walking through, where this was a front and Hades would be popping his head in any minute.  He flinched when Emma’s face appeared in his vision, a little blurry around the edges, but clearly concerned.

“Real?” he stumbled over the word, mouth still stuffed with cotton and… oh.  Oh, she had water.  Water was good.

“Slowly, Killian,” she soothed, lifting his head and tipping the glass to his lips.  “Whale’s kept you out for a few days to give himself a break.”

Killian’s brow furrowed.  “When’d you get here?” he asked, unable to bite back the whine when she pulled the glass away too soon.

“Two days ago,” she mumbled, letting him sip from the glass again.

Killian blinked.  That… seemed like a long time.  “Whale that mad at me?”

Emma smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.  “Something like that,” she admitted, looking anywhere but at him.

Alarm bells started ringing.  Something was wrong, still.  It took an unimpressive amount of time before he realized what was niggling at his brain.

“Liam?”

Emma grimaced.

The breath caught in his chest, stuttering out in shivering gasps that set every nerve ending on edge.

“Where’s my br-  Swan, where’s Liam?”  He was frantic now, trying to push through the fog that the morphine wanted to keep him in.  Not even the searing pain in his chest could keep him from sitting up, reaching spasmodically for anything and anyone to hold onto to ground him in the reality where his brother was alive.  Was okay.

Emma slid in behind him on the bed, wrapping her arms around him to support him.  “Liam’s in the next room, Killian. Just stay put, all right?  Easy now.”

Killian’s hand flopped uselessly into his lap, stinging more than the unknown injuries his brother was suffering from.  Emma reached around to interlock their fingers and he wanted to do nothing more than squeeze back, let her know he heard her, let her know that he lo-

Bloody hell.  He loved her.

It wasn’t the time nor the place for realizations like that, but - God - he’d nearly died and Gold was finally gone and Milah could finally rest and Liam might be hurt and-

“Hades?”

Killian felt Emma’s head shake against his back.  “He’s gone, Killian.  Robin killed him.  He won’t hurt anyone else.”

He sagged, letting Emma take his weight as the adrenaline fled, leaving him shaky and hurting again.  He still needed to see Liam, but Killian didn’t think he could make it out of bed at the moment, never mind across a room and who knew how far beyond.

“Is he going to be all right?”

“He’s going to be okay, Killian.  You can rest.”

Liam was here.  He was safe.  They could figure the rest of it out later.

“You want to lie down?” Emma asked, her thumb transfixing him as he watched it swipe back and forth over his hand.  

If he concentrated hard enough, Killian could almost believe that he felt the movement rather than just saw it.  He shook his head ‘no’, shifting carefully in deference to his shoulder, but unwilling to let her escape now that she was here.  With him.

Safe.

They were both safe - Emma and Liam - and that, more than the drip of medicine slowly plunking away to his right, lulled him back to sleep.  Emma’s breath whispered in his ear and her heart beat steadily beneath his back and he was with her and they were all safe.

Killian was nearly asleep again when David stormed into the room.  “Liam’s waking up,” was all he said before throwing the covers back from his bare legs and unhooking the IV from the sconce.

Emma didn’t even try to protest, one hand on Killian’s back and the other reaching for the sling he hadn’t needed yet.  It took a moment, but they had him standing more or less unaided by the time Robin tumbled into the room.

“How are ya, mate?”

“Liam.” It was an order as much as it was an answer.

Robin laughed under his breath but nodded, taking David’s place under Killian’s shoulder - at his partner’s side, where he belonged.

It was slow going, the few steps across the hallway seeming like a marathon for the way he was gasping and sweating by the time they got there.  Whale waited for them in what was clearly his master bedroom with a scowl on his face.

Liam was pale in the bed, an IV of his own that Emma muttered may not have been necessary if they thought he would rest instead of sitting vigil for Killian.  Killian couldn’t blame him - he’d have done the same.  Liam’s eyes were fluttering and his head was tossing and there was a full syringe lying on the bedside table.

Killian knew they wouldn’t need it.  Not once Liam woke and saw him here.

Emma and Robin gently helped him sit at Liam’s hip, then Robin surprised them both - backing off so that Emma could stand at Killian’s shoulder, just in case.  A soft smile was the only answer to her unspoken question.

David sat by Liam’s other hip as Killian struggled to stay upright on his own.  He felt as though he’d climbed Mount Washington with Roland on his back in the middle of August.  But Liam needed to see him as badly as he needed to see his brother awake and that was really all that mattered.  He wasn’t really sure of how much time had passed since the cabin, too many different doctors and too much medicine, and a vague memory of darkness and the morgue coupled with far too much adrenaline, but it had been too long.

Liam’s eyes blinked open slowly and Killian’s breath caught in his throat.  He looked to David for help, not able to say anything.

“Hey there, partner,” David called softly, taking pity on Killian.  “You want to wake up and yell at your brother?”

So much for pity.

Liam’s eyes shot open, his own breath coming in soft gasps as he looked wildly around the room, settling on Killian after a scant moment.  “Killian?” he whispered, the disbelief and the unadulterated grief like a shot to the heart.

“Aye, brother.  I’m here.”

It was too much and not enough when Liam struggled to sit up and, with David’s help, managed to reach out and grasp Killian’s shoulder.  Killian ducked his head and smiled when their foreheads fell together with a soft clunk that made him chuckle.

Everything else fell away as the world settled back onto the right axis.  The brothers Jones against the world once more.

“Are you all right?” Liam asked, pulling away far enough to look Killian in the eye.

That was a complicated question.  Gold was gone; Milah could rest finally.  He could move on.  He’d thought… he’d figured that if he survived taking Gold down, it would feel different somehow.  And that was when he realized - he’d already moved on from Milah’s death.

Emma had helped him do that.

But there was still so much unknown to deal with.  There was his hand and Emma and his job and Liam and Emma and-

Emma squeezed his shoulder and things slowed down in his head.  One thing at a time.

“Aye, brother.  I’m going to be all right.”  In the long and the short of it, it was true.  He had his brother and Emma at his side and he’d figure out the rest as it came along.

Liam sagged, his fingers clenching around Killian’s biceps and it was the first time he realized he was sitting at his brother’s bedside in naught but a pair of shorts that didn’t look familiar.  His cheeks colored a bit, but Emma’s soft laughter and Liam’s smirk were almost worth the embarrassment.

Almost.

When Liam started laughing along with Emma, Killian snatched the blanket from over his brother’s hips to toss across his own lap.  Of course, Liam was wearing sweatpants.  Killian’s cheeks colored further.

“Come on, Jones,” Emma urged.  “Let’s get you into bed.”

David whistled and Robin laughed and Liam’s eyes flashed.

They were all going to be fine.

“Bloody hell, woman,” he chided good naturedly, “at least buy a man dinner first.”

It was Emma’s turn to blush, her cheeks glowing pink as she wrinkled her nose and glared.  “You wish, Jones,” was her only retort.

He did.  He really, really did.

Killian tried not to make a sound as Emma and Robin helped him to his feet.  He was thankful that the sling supported his hand as well as his shoulder, but he couldn’t quite mask the worry from Liam’s watchful stare.

“Killian, what’s wrong?” his brother asked, eyes zeroing in on the white gauze wrapped around his shoulder and the sling that cinched tightly to his torso.

“Later, Liam,” David ordered.  “You both need rest.”

Liam sat up straighter.  “What aren’t you telling- I swear to God, Whale, if you so much as think about picking up that needle, I’ll yank this IV.”

Whale backed away from the table with his hands raised and a look of concerned annoyance on his face.

“It’ll keep, Brother, I promise,” Killian vowed.  “I’m all right.”

Liam stared at him for what seemed an eternity.  Killian let him, remembering how every little twitch and tremor of Liam’s had once made him do the same.

“You’d… you wouldn’t lie to me?”

It hurt, after everything that had been going on with Hades under Killian’s nose, that Liam would worry about that.  “No, brother.  I wouldn’t lie to you about this.  I’ve got to heal, and so do you. But we’re going to be fine”

Liam nodded, sinking back into the pillows with a barely masked groan.

“Come on, Killian,” Emma whispered from his side, her hand on the middle of his back to brace him.  “You need to lie down.”

He was starting to agree with her, the edges of the room starting to go fuzzy, and he could only imagine that it would be less than helpful if he passed out within Liam’s line of sight.  

With a nod, Killian let Emma and Robin guide him back to the uncomfortable bed.  He sank down onto the mattress with a wince and a scowl, but didn’t lie back when she pushed insistently on his chest.

“I’ve been on my back for far too long, luv.  Just let me sit up a moment.”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Robin snarked with a wry grin, backing out of the room with his hands over his eyes.

Emma rolled hers.  “Fine, Jones, but there won’t be any pillaging and plundering going on for awhile.”

“Agreed,” he muttered tiredly, shifting with her help to lean back against the headboard.  “Stay?”

Emma smiled gently, sitting by his hip with one hand on his thigh.  Sparks shot through his bare skin, traveling up his leg and settling in the middle of his chest.  They sat in silence for a long time, watching the shadows lengthen along the floorboards.

“I thought you were dead,” Emma interrupted the silence some time later.  “I didn’t… I should have…”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

Emma shook her head.  “You didn’t know what Locksley was going to do.  I just… I watched your heart stop beating and I couldn’t…”

Killian reached out to cover her hand with his own.  He ducked his head until she looked at him, nodding his head and smiling encouragingly.  “I’m all-

“I love you.”

Killian blinked, the smile stretching across his face even before the words registered.

“-have said it before.  And you don’t have to say anything, but I just wanted you to know.  You deserve to know that… that I love you.”

Bloody hell, she was still talking.  Why was she still talking when she should be kissing him.  She loved him; they loved each other. There should be more-

Oh.

“I love you, Swan,” Killian finally managed, squeezing her fingers and tugging lightly.

She stopped talking.

“I love you,” he repeated, reaching up to finger the ends of her hair.  “I don’t know when it happened, or how, but we live in a world with no certainties and no roadmaps to explain all of this.  All I know is that I want to figure it out with you.”

Killian wasn’t entirely sure if he could name the emotion that crossed Emma’s face as he finished speaking.  There was a little bit of awe mixed with disbelief mixed with… with love.  He watched as Emma processed the words and took them to heart.  She smiled back at him before leaning in.

Carefully, oh so carefully, Emma laid her hand over his chest, fingers curled just slightly into the gauze wrapped around him.  She loomed over him for an instant before brushing her lips over his. The kiss was feather light, not even enough pressure to poke at the split in his lip Hades had dealt him.  It was everything and not enough all at the same time.

It was a promise of more to come.

Six Months Later…

Killian looked around the bullpen with a little bit of trepidation and bittersweet closure.  He’d worked his way up the ranks here, Gold’s interference notwithstanding, and he’d thought - once upon a time - that he’d retire here with a gold watch and a handshake of thanks and a pint (or ten) down at Finnegan’s Tavern.  Things had looked so different before Emma Swan had swooped into his life.

Now, Robin and Mills were occupying one set of desks, their heads bent together over a new case.  David looked out over the lot of them, a shiny Captain’s bar on his uniform shirt.

And Killian had a box full of knick knacks and the Captain Hook pen he’d refused to leave behind and Emma’s left hand entwined with his.

His own left hand squeezed the Nerf ball that his physical therapist swore was an actual tool and not a torture device.  The feeling was coming back - albeit too slowly for Killian’s liking - and he was almost able to get through the day without it cramping up or giving out on him.  One last laugh for Robert Gold before he was on the road to being forgotten entirely.

It didn’t matter.  What did was that it was almost time to take the Jolly Roger out for the long weekend and Killian had better things to do with his time than worry about what that old crocodile had almost cost him.  His arm would get better or it wouldn’t. Either way, he’d closed the book on this part of his life and was looking forward to opening the next adventure.

With Emma and Liam by his side.

“You ready to go?” Emma asked, squeezing her fingers around his and reaching for the box at his feet.

“Aye, luv,” he agreed.  “We’ve got to meet Liam in the North End in an hour and I don’t think I have the patience for traffic if we wait much longer.”

Emma laughed quietly, hefting the box onto one hip and tugging on his hand until he kissed her briefly on the cheek.

“Jones!” David bellowed from his office, the glint of a smile on his face as he waved him over.

“You’re not going to change my mind about this,” Killian warned him as he leaned against the door jamb with his thumbs in his belt loops.

David rolled his eyes.  “I know.  Your brother would have my head if I even tried.  I just… if you do change your mind, all you need to do is requalify once you’re cleared and…”

“And the job is mine.  I know, Captain.”  He smirked at the promotion and the desk job it promised David.  Safety.  With Mary Margaret nearly five months pregnant, it was exactly what the Nolan clan needed now.  “I appreciate it.  But this… it’s just something I’ve gotta do.”

David nodded.  “I know.  It’ll be good for both of you.  I just… this department needs more men like you.”

“Aww, Dave,” Killian drawled sardonically, “I didn’t know you cared.”

“Get out of here before I change my mind about keeping your job for you,” David tossed back, but the smile never left his face.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to get to the address Liam had texted him in the North End.  Killian parked the Chevelle on the street and opened the door, the smell of salt air hitting him as soon as he set feet on the pavement.  They were close enough to the water that even the smells of the city couldn’t permeate here.

“What are we doing here?” Emma asked, shutting her own door and shading her eyes against the afternoon sun.

Killian shook his head, looking around for his brother.  “Don’t know, luv.  Liam just said he’d meet us here.”

“Are you sure you got the address right?”

“Emma,” he chastised.  “We aren’t going to become one of those couples who can’t agree on directions, are we?”

“She’s got you whipped already, little brother,” Liam’s voice called from across the street.

Killian smiled.  The days after his return from the dead had brought out a new level of cosseting and mother henning from Liam.  He hadn’t heard that particular moniker since beforehand.

Still, it wouldn’t do for Liam to think he could get away with it.

“Perhaps you mean younger brother, Liam,” he reminded without any real heat.  “And the lady has a point.  What did you bring us all the way across town for?”

Liam smiled enigmatically before gesturing for them to cross the street and follow him.  “If we’re going to work together from here on out, we need a little bit more space than I had in that closet office on Boylston.  And since we needed more room, I thought we should make it official, your transfer to the private sector as it were.”

Killian raised an eyebrow, looking over to Emma in question.  She had no better idea than he did what was going through Liam’s head.

And then he saw it; the sign swinging in the wind over a nondescript door at the corner of the office buildings.  Everything fell into place as he realized what Liam had done for them.  It was perfect.  Nothing too flashy or unnecessary, just straight and to the point.

Jones Brothers Investigations had a pretty good ring to it, after all.

It’s finished!  Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, liked, reblogged, and yelled.  God, the yelling.  You guys are great.

For the last time in this fic, tagging: @killian-whump @gilliangrissom @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable @courtorderedcake

[veliseraptor]

Do you have any recs for good h/c tortured Loki fics? I feel like you would have recs of this sort of thing. In fact, you may have already made a rec list for this, but if not, I'd love to hear your favorites! Anything that involves Loki getting tortured and then some form of rescue/comfort/etc from anyone. Thank you!

I definitely have a general recs list for hurt Loki (I think a couple of them) but…hey, I guess I might as well go specific here. And once again I wonder if it is tacky to include my own fanfiction in recs lists. I’m going to go with “trying to be a better self-promoter” and say no.

Also restricted myself to things with an actual rescue, and I’m actually surprised by the relatively low number of these! I thought I’d turn up more. I’m probably forgetting some that I’ll remember in three hours or so.

A Moment of Peace by Loxxlay

An Infinity War AU where Loki, Thor, and the Asgardians were all captured rather than killed - this fic has less Loki torture per se but it definitely has a lot of Loki getting hella beat up and it’s also just a very good fic - as yet unfinished, but the author assures that no one’s gonna die, so you don’t have to worry about that. (Also comes with some very nice Thor whump and angst.)

atonement by foolondahill17 (WIP)

Another Infinity War AU in progress where Loki takes off to divert Thanos from the Statesman. This one is much larger in scope, pulls in a whole bunch of other characters and gets a lot plottier than others on this list - and fair warning, it’s pretty rough. A lot of people die. Though it looks like at least some of them will un-die - unfortunately, it hasn’t updated for a bit and it leaves off at a pretty intense cliffhanger, so be aware of that.

let me see you stripped down to the bone by 100indecisions

When Loki falls from Asgard, he ends up in HYDRA’s hands. Meanwhile, Steve Rogers fell instead of Bucky Barnes, meaning there’s a different Winter Soldier. The torture in this one is pretty hardcore but it’s also definitely quality Loki whump if that’s what you’re into (it’s what I’m into), and there’s a sequel that goes a little more into the aftermath.

speed the collapse (scatter what remains) by 100indecisions

After what he’s been through in the Void, it turns out that Loki can’t quite keep it together on Earth - or, the one that’s basically the aftermath of torture but with more whump. 

Hail of Shadows by Lizardbeth

Part of the Understanding the Storm series, so I’m not sure how much sense it would make on its own? But I think you could probably read it without too much context. In which Loki ends up captured by Dark Elves and things don’t go too well for him. (Also with a lot of Frigga here!)

Just Let Me Go by JaggedCliffs

The one where Odin dies while Loki’s on the throne, and his glamour keeping him looking Aesir disappears. The sudden appearance of a Jotun in Asgard, and the sudden seeming disappearance of Loki, means that things get rough fast. There’s also a sequel in progress.

I know no I by MostFacinorous (WIP)

This is another one where the torture is in the past but very much evident - Loki crash lands on Earth seriously fucked up. Things develop from there in more plot-like directions and going other places, but the fic itself is great and I’m recommending it anyway, slightly off-topic or not.

If it Takes a Thousand Years by victoriousscarf (WIP)

The one where a Loki who’s clearly being tortured starts showing up in Clint’s dreams, and okay I’m kind of cheating by including this one because, like, the torture is very offscreen, but I love this fic even in its unfinished state and I want to share.

the kindness of strangers by 100indecisions

The first part of this fic takes place on Sanctuary and is about Gamora and Loki and the breaking of the latter; the second part takes place on Earth during the events of The Avengers. Some a+ whump that comes with bonus art.

and then some of mine:

farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear by Lise

Post-Ragnarok, non-Infinity War compliant AU where Loki tries to fake out Thanos, and suffers, a lot. 

Tempered by Lise

The true definition of plotless whump - basically just Loki getting heat tortured for no particular reason that’s ever explained.

the valley of the shadow of death by Lise

The one where Thor goes looking for Loki in the Void, and finds him. This is more “aftermath of torture” than torture itself, but might still be interesting to you - there’s definitely Loki suffering.

The Breaking Light by Lise

Loki’s locked away in Asgard’s cells, but something goes wrong with him, and Odin steps in to investigate.

Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains by Lise

The torture part of this one is mostly implied/in flashbacks spread out over the story, but I’m including it anyway because it might be relevant to your interests. AKA the one where Steve and Sam find Loki while looking for Bucky, and things just kind of get more complicated from there.

There’s also a fair amount of it in the Remember This Cold verse, specifically in the Doomnapping arc and in one hand on my throat, and one on your heart, but those require a lot of background reading so are probably less relevant.

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - October 2018

Header by @pantydean and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis(and more!) on our Discord Server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirety during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR OCTOBER 2018!

Masterpost below the cut.

Darmys - @darmysasagiri​ - Darmys

Not in Kansas Anymore

Summary: Sareno Dean Winchester answers to no one. Born to a powerful House on the storm wracked mining planet Kansas, he and his brother Sam have grown up strong and independent. The only person that holds their respect is the enigmatic Bobby Smith, Master of the martial arts academy where they train.

When alien bounty hunters kidnap Bobby, Dean throws away the life he knew and sets out—with Sam and Baby—to rescue his mentor, no matter how far they have to travel through known space.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - The Highroad Trilogy, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Past Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Dean Winchester/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon-Typical Deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not Involving Our Main Characters), Period-Typical Racism, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018

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JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie​ - JessJesstheBest

Fucking Hollywood

Summary: 

“Okay…” he started, aware that the only way out of this conversation was through. “So I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about,” he gestured vaguely at Sam. “That. But me, personally, I have a hard time telling the difference between romantic and platonic love.” 

“So like aromanticism.” “No, what?” Dean glanced at Sam who was looking at him weirdly. “I don’t know. But one of the only ways I know how to confirm the difference is with sex.” Or the boys have a discussion about media theory and Dean learns a new word.

Tags: Fluff are!Dean, Bi!Dean (I mean obviously Dean is bi but he's actually explicitly aro in this so, Human AU, Sam's at Stanford, John is dead, Aromantic Dean Winchester, 

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waywarded - waywarded

Discoveries

Summary: Dean and Cas are in a relationship and Dean is being too considerate for Cas's liking with making sure they don't take things too fast in the bedroom. Experimentation on what turns Castiel on ensues.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Romance, Fluff, Sexual Content, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Cute, Kissing, Making Out

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth 

Destiel Art Round Up Oct 2018

Summary: A round up of my Destiel based creations, mostly for inktober. Tags: Destiel, Inktober 2018, 

Link to art piece #1, Link to art piece #2

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth - LeafZelindor

Dean’s Weakness

Summary: Profound Bot prompt Challenge

Dean just saw Cas getting out of the shower. Cas is Dean's win. Sam is likely a leviathan.

In which Creature Sam figures out some important information about Dean Winchester.

SFW

amandacanzo - amandacanzo

Sweet Surprise

Summary:  Dean is a great baker, but perhaps not the best communicator. When Dean had an embarrassing accident in his bakery (Sam’s fault), he left a lasting impression on Dr Castiel Novak, who had the pleasure of stitching up Dean’s asscheek.

When Cas comes to Dean’s bakery with Anna to order a wedding cake, Dean figures that Cas is getting married.

While Dean’s happy to have a new friend, it’s instantly clear to him he can’t keep his feelings in check. Especially when Cas is super affectionate and seems to be treating each hang out as a date.

On top of everything, Dean still has to make what he thinks is Cas’ wedding cake.

DCBB 2018

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, AU 

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Accompanying art by @abaddon-all-hope​

alessariel - alessariel

A Promise At Sunrise

Summary: “Dude, don’t look now, but there’s another guy wearing the same costume as you!” Charlie daintily sipped her drink while Dean nearly spat out his beer. What starts with a similar costume rapidly turns into the most amazing one-night stand Dean's ever had. Cas is funny, gorgeous, mysterious and really knows how to use his... wings. Among other things. Dean made Cas promise to stay the night and watch the sunrise with him, but he finds himself hoping that Cas will stay a lot longer than that.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Halloween, Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Costumes, Smut, Fluff, A little bit of angst, just a tiny bit, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester

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blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie​

Destiel Gifset 

Summary: A gifset of key early-Cas moments that establish his loyalty/connection to Dean, set to the lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's Kathy's Song.

Tags: dean winchester, castiel, gifsets, destiel, kathy's song, season 4, season 5

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pingnova - @pingnova​ - pingnova

Don’t Kill The Messenger

Summary: Father Castiel Novak investigates miracles for the Vatican. While it’s disheartening when they all end up fakes, he continues his relentless pursuit in the name of faith and science. After a particularly convincing case in Brazil is taken from him, he’s reassigned to a believer in New York City who’s blessed with the wounds of Christ. Except, Dean Winchester turns out to be no believer, and he and Castiel have very different ideas of what constitutes a divine gift.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Hurt Dean Winchester, Priest!Castiel, Possession, Angst, Gore, Temporary Major Character Death

SFW

Accompanying art by SketchyDean

gouinette parle trop - @artbloggouinetteparletrop​ 

Collection of Fan Art Made Through SUPTOBERART 

Summary: MASTERPOST for the art I created during suptoberart 2018

Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, wayward sisters, suptoberart 2018, spn fanart

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MalMuses - @malmuses​ - MalMuses

Something in the Fog

Summary: Finally settling into some semblance of normalcy after Cas comes back from the Empty, Sam finds a case up in New England. In one historic town, people are losing their minds and drowning themselves in a nearby river. Sam and Dean set off alone, only to quickly call Cas to their aid when they realize that the unnerving town of Dunwich is hiding far more than your average witch or ghoul. Drawn into investigating a cult that worships a being far beyond their comprehension, Team Free Will doesn’t understand quite how much danger they are in... Fic posted for SPN Eldritch Bang.

Tags: Dub Con (Possession), Further Clairification of Dub Con Tag in the Appropriate Chapter, Cults, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, Miscommunication, Eldritch Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​ - MalMuses

Without A Trace

Summary: When Sam disappears during a hunt gone horribly wrong, Dean and his angel Castiel follow a trail of clues that lead them back through Sam’s past. Will Dean be able to save Sam from his history – and will Cas be able to save Dean from himself? Nothing is a simple as it seems for Dean and Cas. Luckily, they have some great friends (and unexpected allies) willing to help them through it. (WIP fic that finished posting this month.)

Tags: Canon Verse, MCD (temporary), Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Plot Twists, Torture, First Dates, Drowning, Kidnapping, BAMF!Cas, Gabriel is a badass, Redemption Arcs, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Wing Kink, Grace Sharing, Angel True Forms, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​​ - MalMuses

Soup and Whiskey

Summary: “Jack, you know Dean and I, well, we’re not…” Cas spoke quietly, making an awkward, vague hand gesture. The raised eyebrow that Jack gave him came directly from Sam. Cas could see the developing bitch face and it was equal parts entertaining and alarming. “Really,” Cas confirmed. “We aren’t.” Jack put his spoon down slowly to pick up his juice. “Then you should be,” he responded easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. A little 14x03 coda.

Tags: 14x03 Coda, Jack ex machina, First Kiss, Fluff, Love Confessions

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saltnhalo - saltnhalo

What The Rain Brings

Summary: In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Meet-Cute, True Mates, Scenting, Misunderstandings, Explicit Sexual Content, Topping from the Bottom, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings

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The Sketching Fox - @sketching-fox​ 

My Little Destiel Collection

Summary: A Collection of 10 digital artworks, created during the SupToberArt /Inktober 2018, showing all posts about Destiel!  

Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, SPNFanart, Spnart, suptober2018, suptoberart2018

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Jdragon122 - @jdragon122​ - Jdragon122

Outlast

Summary: It seemed like a normal case. It always does... Dean has never seen Castiel, the real Castiel. But he’s never really thought about it until the truth of it is thrown in his face, abruptly, and violently. A case out in the deserts of Arizona and old Native American lands uncover a long dormant evil that reemerges when the brothers and the angel stumble upon it. The evil is hungry for power and what powerful being is more tempting than an angel. With Cas suddenly ripped from the brothers, stranded in the middle of the desolate wilderness, they must find a way to save their friend. With the clock ticking and their resources dwindling, Sam and Dean must find a way to defeat the evil and save Cas — before Cas becomes twisted beyond recognition, and before the hunters become the hunted.

Tags: Canon Divergent, Canon Conpliant, Canon-Typical Violence, season/series 11, Dark, Angst, Dean Whump, Cas Whump, Sam is okay though... mostly, Male OC, female OC, Angel True Forms, Castiel (Supernatural)’s True Form, Blood and Violence, very brief scene that might be considered noncon, graphic description of corpses, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Sam, BAMF Dean, switch Castiel, switch Dean, panic attacks, Case Fic, Hurt Dean, Hurt, angst with a happy ending, temporary character death, wings, topping from the bottom,

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BinJLG - @honeyedsam - BinJLG

Holloween

Summary: Dean spirals into a deep depression after casting Michael out and ends up isolating himself. But Castiel WILL NOT let him spend his favorite holiday alone.

Tags: Destiel, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester mentioned, Jack Kline mentioned, Mary Winchester mentioned, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Depressed Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Halloween, First Kiss, Depression, Mental Illness, Unreliable Narrator

SFW

Nera_Solani - @nera-solani​ - Nera_Solani

Show me your secrets and I’ll show you madness

Summary: Are you afraid of the dark? No?If you ever find a door that leads nowhere, don't go in. Four teenagers make the mistake of doing so anyway and don’t come back out. Which is how Dean, Sam and Castiel find themselves investigating a case that leads them right into an ancient Greek myth about a labyrinth housing a monster. But the monster isn't the only thing lurking in this dark place; the walls are breathing, watching, waiting… Being separated in a giant maze that isn’t attached to our reality isn’t how any of them had envisioned this case would go.

What is real? What is an illusion? Is that blood? What was that shadow? In every corner awaits a new nightmare, each one worse than the other. The three men need to save the missing teenagers and find a way out — if they can find each other, and live through the terrors the maze shows them. But none of that is easy when you’re being confronted with your worst memories and fears. Especially when you have to lose the love of your life over and over again… Well? Are you afraid of the dark? Maybe you should be.

Tags: Graphic depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Injury, Post-Season/Series 13, Case Fic, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Illusions, Hallucinations, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Fluff and Angst, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Nearly Human Castiel, Grace Sex, DCBB 2018

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grumpyphoenix - @paintmeahero - grumpyphoenix

Glutton For Punishment

Summary: Castiel is trying out everything now that he's human. When he finds Dean's porn-stash, he wants to try some of it out, but Dean won't let him. So he has to goad Dean into it.

Tags: Kinktober 2018, Not Beta Read, Edgeplay, Dacryphilia, Spanking, Sadism, Masochism, Biting, Praise Kin,k Angry Sex, Bondage, Hair-pulling, Asphyxiation, Crossdressing, Costumes, Creampie, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Jealousy, Human Castiel, Possessive Behaviour

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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

We Eat in Here!

Summary: Sam is really sick of walking in on Dean and Cas boning. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Sam is scarred for life.

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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Doctor Doctor, Please

Summary: Dean has a special request of Cas Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Playing doctor.

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supernatural99117 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Roommate Wanted

Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…

Written for the DeanCas Big Bang 2018 with art by @busysquirrel

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jscribbles - jscribbles

Taker of Souls

Summary: The angels have fallen. Castiel is human, Sam is recovering from the trials, and Dean doesn’t want to expose them to the world as it’s crumbling outside the bunker doors. To pass time in their solitude, Dean discovers a hidden room in the bunker full of dangerous magical artifacts and accidentally exposes his friends and family to an ancient horror. If Castiel thought adjusting to humanity was already a terror in itself, he experiences a world of pain when the ancient spirit Dean released chooses him as a vessel to fulfill its evil prophecy. Castiel begins to change as voices call out to him in the night and take the form of the one righteous man he desires, temptation drawing him to complete a ritual that will allow one of Hell’s most feared ancient entities to occupy his vessel. Before Sam, Dean, Kevin and Crowley know what is happening, they are thrown into a lockdown, unable to escape the bunker as the cruel, twisted monster inside of Castiel prowls the hallways, hunting them, thirsty for their blood, hungry for their souls.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Castiel/Dean, temporary major character death, Minor Character Death, Pining, Slow Burn, non-con, dub-con, Blood, Gore, Body mutilation, Self Harm, zombie-type characters, Hallucinations, Nightmares, horror-imagery, offensive language/insults, spoilers for The Witch, the boys cry, Sickness, Possession, canon-calibre discussions of religion, the evil dead 2013, Crossover, Inspired By, Smut, minor prescription drug use, Vomiting

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idjitsaviors - @idjitsaviors - Glitchedwings & Akobel - @akobel

Baby, Baby

Summary: Trench was used to sitting on lots of objects, sitting in lots of cars. Baby was used to accommodating articles of clothing (mostly of the flannel variety), and many different items. Of course, Trench was not yet used to being dragged along on celestial plots, and Baby was not yet used to that happening in her backseat. Still, weirdness was the one constant in their daily lives, so the day the trench coat and car met was like any other. By now they’ve met several times over the years, caught in the crossfires of their two owners' friendship and pining. But when Trench is forced to spend months in Baby's trunk, will they finally watch their owners find love? And can they make something of their own? A mostly canon-adjacent fic following Dean and Cas through the eyes of Baby— and the eyes of Trench, her partner in crime.

Tags: Crack treated seriously, canon compliant, mutual pining SFW