#whumpcember 2023

[supercriminalbean]

Hidden Injury

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader X Derek Morgan.

Whumpcember day 4 prompt Hidden injury.

@whumpcember

Summary: A bad day leads you to hiding your injuries.

Day 4 hidden injury.

Damn it! Could this day get any worse, first you had spilled your coffee all over your paperwork you had spent all night completing. Next, you had gotten into multiple arguments with the main officer

on the case which caused tension between the police force and the team. Then you, Morgan and Hotch headed up to the a suspect's houses only for everyone to be separated and you had somehow gotten pinned against the wall by him. You fought against him, and at one point you were winning until he took a cheap shot at your ribs. He managed to get away and then on the drive back your vehicle was T-boned by the unsub. Hotch managed to get a few shots off at him, getting him square in the shoulder, you all watch him run away into the trees. So now you, Morgan and Hotch all stand on the side of the road stranded, waiting for backup. Luckily no one was hurt, well badly hurt. 

~~~

You can’t help but lean against the car as Hotch and Morgan discuss the unsub and his next moves. You try to focus on the discussion but you can’t, there's a throbbing sensation coming from your side, sliding your hand down your side gently, you hiss sharply before intaking a deep breath. Glancing up at the boys, glad they didn’t hear you, nor are they watching you. So being careful, you slowly lift the bottom of your shirt up, spotting a dark purple bruise starting to form. You definitely have broken a couple ribs, fuck no wonder this shit hurts. Pulling down your shirt again you lean against the car, closing your eyes as you take some deep breaths. 

“(Y/l), what do you think?” Hotch turns over to you, noticing you are still leaning against the car, having not moved with them. He can’t help frown, his eyebrows narrowing lightly.

“Oh um, yeah I agree with you guys” You stumble over your words just slightly, sending him a reassuring smile when you meet his concerned eyes. 

“Alright” He sighs walking back over to you.

“Did Rossi say how long he will be” Morgan groans, leaning up against the car beside you. 

“No, he said he would drop the others off then come straight back for us” Hotch replies.

“Why don’t you just walk Morgan, get a headstart” You tease him smirking tiredly.

“Oh yeah yeah shorty, you go first” He laughs back, nudging you with his elbow. Your laughter turns to a hiss of pain, your eyes widen before you cough trying to cover it up, but too late. 

~~~

“Did you just hiss?” Morgan straightens up, staring down at you with a confused look in his eyes.

“No, I coughed.” You lie badly trying to move before slamming your eyes shut as pain radiates through your body.

“(Y/n)” Hotch sighs, crossing his arms as he moves to stand in front of you. “Pull your shirt up”

“What, right here boss?” Smirking at him as the next words slip out. “ Look I'm flattered truly but Rossi could turn up anytime I don’t think he needs to see such a good show” You grin at him as you spot Morgan trying hard to muffle his chuckles.

“(Y/n) cut it out, you’re hurt” Hotch huffs louder, his patience running low.

“I don’t think you want to push him sweetheart” Morgan chuckles as you smirk at him just as Hotch grabs the bottom of your shirt pulling it upwards. 

“(Y/n)” Hotch mutters softly as his finger slides over it gently causing you to wince.

“Jesus sweetheart” Derek sighs, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“It's not the bad” You try to argue as Aaron slides his hands over your sides slowly, causing you to whine and glare in response.

“Sorry, I’m just checking it out” Aaron quickly apologies before pulling his hands away. 

“How bad?” You ask groaning as the throbbing returns.

“At least three broken ribs, if not four” Aaron sighs, giving you a pointed look. “Don’t you ever try to hide that from us again” 

“Sorry Hotch, It won’t happen again” You smile weakly in apology as Derek helps you move. 

“You should sit down” Derek shakes his head as he opens the back car door for you, helping you settle down before Aaron passes you some pain killers. 

“Just relax we will get you some help soon” Aaron smiles as you swallow down the pills and nod at him.

“Thank you”

[serickswrites]

Shake It Off

Warnings: captivity, restraints, choking, seizures, forced to watch, torture, poison

Caretaker swallowed as they watched Whumpee convulse in the chair opposite them. Watched as Whumpee's muscles contracted and their limbs jerk against the restraints that kept them in the chair. Watched as the choking sounds echoed in their ears and foam fell from Whumpee's lips.

Caretaker was utterly powerless as they watched Whumpee seize and choke after Whumper had force fed Whumpee the poison. They were utterly powerless as they jerked on their own restraints trying to be free. Utterly powerless as Whumper laughed as they watched Whumpee seize.

"Face it, Caretaker, there's nothing you or anyone can do for Whumpee."

"No!" Caretaker renewed their efforts to try and break free. Whumpee began to still and grow quiet once more. They had to get to Whumpee. Had to get to Whumpee and get out of there.

"Don't worry, Caretaker. I won't kill Whumpee." Whumper walked over to Whumpee, caressing their hair gently. "I'm having too much fun to end it now."

Whumpee's eyes were dazed and confused. They were seeing the room without seeing. Caretaker tried to catch Whumpee's eye, but couldn't. "Whumpee, Whumpee, you're ok. Whumpee!"

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair, jerking their head up roughly. "They're too out of it to hear you, Caretaker." Whumper dropped Whumpee's head violently. "We'll see how long they can be entertaining. I'll grow bored with them eventually. I always grow bored with them. And you've seen what happens to my toys when they get boring."

Caretaker swallowed once more. Caretaker had seen the mutilated corpses. They had seen exactly what Whumper did to their victims. Caretaker couldn't let that happen to Whumpee. There had to be a way to get out of there.

"Just hang in there, Whumpee," Caretaker murmured once Whumper had gone. "I'll find a way to get you out of here."

[99point9percentwhump]

Whumpcember 2023 day 3 - hypothermia

[whumpookies]

Whumpcember 2023 day 16: Head injury

[argylepiratewd]

After taking steps to sabotage the Second Coming, Aziraphale goes on the run. It doesn't go well. He highly doubts that Crowley will save him this time.

Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Hypothermia, Broken Wings, Aziraphale Whump (Good Omens), Crowley to the Rescue (Good Omens), Supreme Archangel Aziraphale (Good Omens), Hurt/Comfort, Post-Season/Series 02, Whumpcember 2023

For @whumpcember Day 3: Hypothermia

Contains spoilers for S2

[zanazirafanfic]

Summary: "He hated his mother, for birthing a bastard child into the middle of a gang of murderers; hated his father, for waiting so long to grow up and be the kind of man his family had always deserved; hated them both, for dragging an innocent boy kicking and screaming into a life that could only ever have ended in exactly the sort of tragedy that it had.

But more than anything, he hated himself for what he'd become, for allowing the darkness and misery to corrupt his soul like a poison until the man glaring back at him from inside the mirror was one even his parents would no longer have recognized. Jack Marston was a monster, a disgrace to the legacy his family had fought and died to leave behind for him, and he would hate himself for that until his dying day."

Edgar Ross is dead. John's murder has finally been avenged. Yet despite this victory, Jack's return home is anything but triumphant.

Whumpcember 2023 Day 12: "Touch-Starved" + Alt "Begging"

Warnings: Major Character Death Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: None Characters: Jack Marston Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2,595

@photo1030 @cassietrn @lea-khena @ttrdfhcvg @dreamingatnights

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day Two- Sickness (Clintasha, G, No Warnings)

@whumpcember

In hindsight Clint should have seen it coming.

They were in Amsterdam, trying to ferret out an arms dealer, and it was his first time in the city. Normally he was able to understand the layout of a place pretty quickly, but for some reason struggled with the numerous bridges and bicycle friendly layout. He'd be minding his own business on the sidewalk and then a bike would appear out of nowhere, nearly clipping him in the process while acting like he was the problem.

Tired and fully in a bad mood, Clint decided to return to the safe house and pulled out the burner to text Natasha that he was on his way.

--

Natasha heard the door to the safe house open and walked into the main room, pausing when she saw Clint. "What happened?" she asked, taking in his sodden appearance.

Clint shivered as water continued to drip down him and puddle on the floor. Drawing his arms across his chest, he chattered out, "Fell into the water."

"I can see that...but why?"

"Because...this goddamn city and it's 'bike only' bridges that aren't clearly marked!" Clint felt his cheeks heat up with the frustration he still felt and tried not to shiver even more but it was hard.

"Why don't you dry off before you get sick and I'll find a back-up outfit." Natasha said, disappearing for a moment and reappearing with a towel outstretched towards him.

Clint took the towel and started to dry his hair off. As he finished, a sneezed escaped and they both froze. "It's a just a sneeze, doesn't mean anything." he sniffed while wrapping the semi-wet towel over his back.

"Yeah." Natasha nodded as Clint squeaked his way through the apartment towards the bathroom.

--

Clint tried to stifle another sneeze but failed. Reaching for the box of tissues, he grabbed one and blew his nose for what seemed like the thousandth time. Blowing his nose, he threw the tissue away and leaned back against the pillows-hating that he was sick.

Feeling his face burning, Clint grimaced slightly as he swallowed and felt his sore throat protest at the action. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax and rest while Natasha was out but couldn't. Letting out a huff, he slowly got up and shuffled into the bathroom-hoping that another hot shower would loosen some of the congestion.

Natasha let herself into the safe house and heard the sound of running water. Setting the bag on the table, she starting checking the surveillance recordings as the water stopped and after a minute the door opened.

"Feel better?" she asked, partially taking off the headphones and semi-concentrating she scrubbed through the audio feeds.

Clint let out a grunt which was followed by a cough.

"I got some soup."

There was a pause, followed by a sniff.

"Chicken noodle. Actually found a cafe that had pretty decent reviews of it. Luckily we're here on a day when they serve it."

The sound of shuffling drew nearer and Natasha spared a glance to see a slightly haggard looking Clint going for the bag on the table. Pausing the recording and fully taking off the headphones, she stood while saying, "And some ginger ale. The bubbles will help with the congestion. Or at least that's what the internet says. Later I'll make some hot lemonade and honey if you want it."

Clint opened the soup container and closed his eyes as the warm steam wafted towards him. "Thanks." he rumbled out before taking a small sip.

Natasha let a small smile appear and placed a comforting hand on his back. "You're welcome."

[fanfictasia]

Whumpcember Day 18

Chronic Pain

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Never Walk Alone

 “Your… injuries must be treated,” Vader says, opting to change the topic entirely.

“What about yours?” Luke objects, “You’re hurt worse than me.”

“It is of little consequence,” he brushes it off. He’s used to it. It’s fine. “There are matters I must attend to right now.” Like actually trying to find a way to track down Obi-Wan in the first place, when they don’t have any leads on where the rebels are right now. (It would help, if it was something he actually wanted to do. Not that so many of the things he does are. But his wants are immaterial. They always have been.)

“That are more important than recovering?” Luke demands, dubiously.

Vader can’t remember the last time someone asked him something like that. Probably, it was Kix, years and years ago when he was getting tired of Anakin never resting, no matter how injured he was. “Yes.”

“I don’t see what could be,” he says, a little sullenly.

“The galaxy is at war, Luke.” And that chaos is something he does intend to bring to an end.

“Fine,” Luke huffs, still scowling fiercely, “I can go first only if you’re actually going to treat it after that, regardless of whatever important matters you need to deal with.” He doesn’t really know how to feel about someone… acting like this towards him. It’s been so long he no longer remembers what it was like. But he doesn’t want Luke to worry about him needlessly, no matter how used to the constant pain he is. “Very well,” he concedes, finally. He’ll do as Luke asks, if it’s still an option by then.

[drawmanations]

Whumpcember day 5

Just a simple drawing of Prime pulling a silly. Just a little teehee impale moment

[sunshine-zenith]

Simon has a slight fever. He can barely contain his joy

--

@whumpcember 2023 day 1, Fever

Warnings: minor swearing, unaddressed mental health issues

Post-Come Along With Me

1.8k words, Rated T

[captshipper]

@amonthofwhump's winter whumpland 2023: 02. whipping & @whumpcember 2023: 02. illness

Tony's her mission. and Tony's the first person who treated her like a person in a decade or so. her handlers are not happy about it, not at all.

hydra & female peter parker; implied irondad & spiderdaugher; physical violence on a minor; it's more emotional whump, as always

Pylar is good, very good, trained by the Winter Soldier herself. she is a good agent, the experiment with those weird, glowing spiders gave her even more useful skills. she's a valuable asset. (not as valuable as the Soldat, nobody is as valuable as the Soldat).

and she's their youngest non-Black Widow agent available. she's adorable and looks as young as she actually is. wearing baggy clothes both hide her muscular body (her killing machine of a body) and make her look small, young and vulnerable. perfect to find her way into Tony's life and find all the needed information on him.

then to betray him.

look at his gentle, soft, and warm brown eyes and blow out his brain with the gun she alwas carries.

(at least they didn't want her to rearrange his face with her wrists.)

but...

but he treats her like a person.

like she's human.

and his friends do to. Pepper and James had accepted her as Tony's basically adopted daughter without hesitation at all. the team also took it well. the Gods of Thunder (really, isn't it a little too much? she mentally calls them thunder-loverbirds.). the assassin that for some reason still calls herself Black Widow. the defrosted Captain Carter. even the glowstick-in-human-shape that looks way too amused that Pylar calls her Mrs. Rambeau.

so.

all of them.

it's a suicide mission, she realizes when she watches Tony surrounded by some of the most poweful being of the universe. any of them could take her out with their hands tied to their back, no issues.

she's good, she's not better than them.

yes, it's only that. Tony is surrounded by Gods and superhumans, he's the most killable but the most protected at the same time. Pylar sits between Tony and Mrs. Rambeau (Captain Marvel? More like Captain Human-Shaped Space Heater. Very comfy,.)

she tells that to her handlers. 

they'll kill me before I can even actually try.

she doens't tell them it's... what they call sickness. it's a parasite, it slides through her veins and suffocates her with the knowledge that Tony has given her much more than a hydra agent deserved,

she's loyal, and she has a heart infected with affection for these people.

all of them either hug or give her shoulder pats before she leaves. she swings back to her apartment, the agent playing her "loving aunt" has that look in her eyes that reminds Pylar of why she feels like a patchwork a lot of the time.

the metal whip unfurls when the agent allows it too. she's a great actress, plays a role so believable that Pylar believes her for a few seconds when she gives brief (fake) affection.

right now, she looks like all the other agents.

cruel, cold, a loyal woman following her orders in a way that Pylar is failing too.

"handler mentioned you've got... attached. orders are to strip the attachement."

she means tear you apart, whip away the skin of your back, violate parts of your flesh, carve obedience into your bones.

she has ben punished like this before. a good agent isn't a perfect agent. Pylar doesn't react, doesn't argue, she accepts. it's almost gentle that all she gets is purely physical punishments, not all female agents are this lucky (she wonders if the agent in front of her is this lucky. if the Soldat is this lucky.)

she quickly strips, only keeping the boyshorts, there's no need to be completely naked. then she kneels and bows, arms crossed against her chest and forehead pressed on floor. 

"count with me."

she does.

from one to one hundred.

each hit across her back is hellfired rained upon her, her scarred skin breaks under the unyelding metal, under the cruel and well-aimed strikes. she wonders if the agent knows the pain, if she ever laid with her back bared like that and taking a calculated whipping in order to become a honed weapon.

(she hopes not.)

the blood makes the pain worse, it drips on the floor. she'll have to clean, she knows. she'll clean the floor from her spilled blood before she has permission to shower and rest.

she'll spend the night awake, her back in shredds until sunrise. 

then with more marks added to her patchwork, she'll rise cleansed from this attachment, from the illness that she feels bleeding out of her with each of the hits.

Tony treated her like a human, a child, and she's not.

she has never really been, she thinks.

she'll never be.

[supercriminalbean]

Being forced to watch.

Luke Alvez x GN!Reader x Penelope Garcia

Day 5 alt 2 Being forced to watch. @whumpcember part two.

Warnings: killing, death, kidnapping, blood, knifes.

Summary: What happened when you awake confused and tied up, and you have the fate of two people you care for in your hands.

A/N: I apologise. Also this won't make sense without part two that will be posted tomorrow sorry it's rushed just finished work wrote this in 20 minutes lmao.

You don't know how you got here, strapped to a chair in a brightly lit room. You can hear people move around you but you can barely

see them. Your mind feels out of place, the last thing you rember is having dinner with the team then you were heading back to the car, then everything went dark. 

"We got you know (Y/n)" A dark voice chuckles at you as he walks into the view. You can't make out his face, the lights to bright for your stinging eyes, you blame the drugs they used in you. 

"Fuck you" Spitting directly at him as you pull at the restraints. He laughs at you weak attempts before smirking pulling out his knife. 

"Don't be like that baby, we are just starting to have fun"

"My team will find us" You his at him, watching the knife with fear.

"Oh you mean this team" His smirk grows as another light flashes on and you see behind him is another room, separated by a one way mirror. Your heart drops as you spot Luke tied to a chair, blood dripping down his face as another unsub stands behind him, a knife trailing down his arm. 

"NO, let him go" Snapping at him. No he can't have Luke, anyone but your Luke. 

"Oh I could, but what fun would that be" His chuckles sends shivers down your spine as he brings the knife to your cheek. "Tell me the information, and I'll let him live!" He demands furiously as he slices your cheek slightly. 

"What information?" You take a sharp breath as you watch the other guy slice into Lukes cheek aswell. 

"You know what I want!" He screams at you, fear and anxiety building inside you as you try an figure out who this guy is. 

"I  I I don't" You stumble over yours words as the other unsub shoves the knife into Lukes shoulder causing him to scream in pain. "No no stop it!" You yell at him, your arms shaking as you watch the blood drop down Lukes chest. 

"Tell me, or I'll kill him" He slaps you hard across the face before trailing the knife down your chest. 

"I can't, I don't know" You can't help but sob as he brings the knife up to Lukes neck. "No no no please stop it" Tears spill from your eyes as you watch him slice Luke neck a scream slips from you as the man laughs psychotically at you. 

~~~

The tears won't stop as you stare at his body, your own shaking uncontrollable from watching your boyfriend being murder Infront of you. The unsub grabs your face, gripping it tightly as he demands an answer over and over again. Soon you hear another scream, your eyes shoot to the other side of the room. Where the other unsub is dragging in Penelope, tears sliding down her own face as she looks at you in disgust. 

"You killed Luke, you should of told them" Her screams cut deep into you as you beg your heart to slow down. 

"N no no Pen I didn't..I don't know anything" you beg for her to understand, the room starts to spin. 

"Yes yes you do" Her heart wrenching sobs make your own fresh tears start to roll.

"I don't please... please"

"Liar, it should be you dead not Luke" 

"Now it will br you" The unsub laughs as he holds the gun tightly against Penelope's head. 

"No no no please please don't" Your sobbing uncontrollably again, unable to get any air in. "I don't know, I don't know" 

"I hate you" Penelope cries as she stares at you, her eyes fill of anger and disbelief.

"Liar!" The unsub screams before pulling the trigger an unearthly scream escaping you before it all goes dark.

~~~

Part two.

[serickswrites]

Little Thing

Warnings: captivity, chemical restraints, drugging, implied noncon, creepy/intimate whumper

"Oh you sweet, precious, little thing," Whumper cooed as they cupped Whumpee's cheek. "I am going to enjoy taking my time with you." They kissed Whumpee on the lips.

Whumpee couldn't move. They could barely breathe. It took everything in them to keep their eyes open, and even then, they could feel their grip on the consciousness slipping. They weren't sure what Whumper had injected them with. All they knew was that they could barely move and the moment their world began to grow hazy, Whumper began to touch them.

"You are such a lovely, little thing," Whumper kissed down Whumpee's neck. "I just had to make you mine. So lovely, so perfect."

Whumpee blinked back tears as Whumper kissed down their exposed chest. This was unspeakably evil. This was something they did not want to be awake for. This was the worst thing Whumpee had experienced.

"Don't worry, little thing," Whumper looked up at Whumpee across their body, "I'll be gentle with you. I want you to last longer than some of the others."

Whumpee closed their eyes, allowing themself to drift closer to unconsciousness. They didn't want to be awake for the next part. Mercifully, the waiting dark consumed them.

[99point9percentwhump]

Whumpcember 2023 Day 1 - Fever

[written-by-jayy]

Whumpcember, day 1: Fever

From this prompt list

CW: Fever, Vague references to past trauma, fluff

Word count: 1,594

Characters: Rowan= caretaker, Adam= whumpee, Grayson= coworker/friend, Darren= Boss/mentor

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Rowan noticed something was wrong, the moment Adam walked through the door of their shared dorm room.

It wasn't unusual for Adam to be exhausted after a long shift, but this seemed different. Rowan observed how his eyes seemed to be looking into space, his breathing came in short, shallow breaths, and his movements were slow. Even his "Oh, hey," seemed slow and slurred.

But Rowan kept his concerns to himself for now. No need to make Adam stress more about being a 'burden'. He'd just have to keep a close eye on his roommate for the time being.

"What do you mean 'oh, hey'? I told you this morning that I'd be back early..." Rowan tested.

Adam stared blankly at him for a few moments, "You did?"

"Yeah. Whatever, how was work?"

Adam set his bag down and took his shoes off. Finally snapping out of his trance, "I'm so sorry Rowan, I must've forgotten. You're not mad, right?"

"Of course I'm not. You're alright. Anything interesting with work?" He repeated.

"Oh, right," Adam shuffled his way to the chair across from Rowan and sat, "work was alright I guess. Pretty slow, which was nice. Grayson was in a good mood. Wouldn't say why though..."

"Interesting. Glad work was okay. You want dinner?"

"Sorry, but I'm not very hungry... I just wanna sleep right now."

"What have you eaten today?"

A pause

"Milk...?"

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Adam smiled shyly and looked down at his feet.

“Sooo. What do you want?”

“Oh, um… idunno,” he shrugged.

“If you don’t pick something, I’m just gonna make some soup,” Rowan’s tone had become unintentionally harsh and blunt. He hadn’t noticed until he saw the wetness of Adam’s eyes when they made eye contact again. He had been trying to keep the worry out of his voice but ended up over compensating.

“Th- sure, uh that sounds good. I’m sorry,” great, Rowan thought as Adam stumbled over his words. Now he’s sick and upset.

“Adam you really don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry for talking to you like that. I didn’t mean to sound so rude,” he explained

Adam cleared his throat, “No, I was being frustrating to you… soup is good. I just don’t want you to go through the effort of making me food if I’m only going to eat half of it.”

“We can save any leftovers for tomorrow.”

Adam nodded. Rowan got up and went to the kitchen to start the soup.

While Rowan was out of the room, Adam sighed and slouched in the chair. His head was throbbing and his hands were almost as shaky as they were sweaty. He thanked what ever god or deity might be watching that Rowan hadn’t noticed. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the back of the chair.

Several minutes went by like that. Eventually he must’ve fallen asleep, because he was jolted awake by a gentle hand on his sweaty forehead. Tears welled in his eyes and he struggled to calm his breathing as he realized who it was. And he was safe. He was home. No one could hurt him. He was safe.

“I’m so sorry, Adam,” Rowan sat on the floor next to Adam and held his trembling hand, “it’s just me. You’re okay. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

Adam began nodding slowly as he caught his breath, watching Rowan rub small, soothing circles around the back of his hand with his thumb.

“Just wanted to let you know food is ready. You feeling alright?” Rowan cocked his head slightly.

Adam’s eyes widened, “Uhh, I …yeah. I’m fine. Wh-why?” His eyes darted around.

Rowan recognized these signs of unease and anxiety. He really didn’t want cause Adam discomfort but ignoring his illness so far had only proved to let it get worse.

“Adam, I’m gonna check you for a fever. I’m sure it’s nothing but I just want to be safe, okay?”

Adam felt his breathing pick up again, “No, uh that’s f-fine Rowan. I, ngh I’m fine, I sw-swear!” He was suppressing coughs and tears alike.

Poor thing.

Rowan grabbed the thermometer from the drawer of the couches side table, “Addy. Hey, I’m just checking, okay? I don’t want you to suffer if there’s something I can do to help,” he grabbed Adam’s sweaty, shaking hand and tried making eye contact

Adam on the other hand, kept his eyes down, looking at his feet.

“Hey. I want your permission Adam. You have a choice, okay? Can I check your temperature? It’s the new one so I won’t have to touch your forehead with it. That okay? It’s alright if you don’t want to though.”

Adam took a deep breath. In and out. He nodded.

As Rowan held the thermometer up to Adam’s forehead waiting for the beep, he wondered what happened to his friend before they met that could make him so nervous about being sick. He knew it wasn’t the thermometer he was scared of. And based on his past actions and mannerisms, it didn't seem to be sickness itself... So it must be either the acknowledgement or other people knowing that scared him. But why-?

The beep pulled him out of his thoughts. He held it close to his eyes, realizing he had left his glasses upstairs.

102.3

Or was it 102.8?

Hard to tell. But either way it was just as he thought.

He looked at Adam, finally meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry. Is it bad?” Adam’s hand was still shaking in Rowan’s as his other rubbed his topaz eye and sniffed. His hazel eye held Rowan’s gaze.

“Not too bad. But... you do have a fever…” Rowan was trying to be careful with his wording. When Adam looked away and shrunk back, he stood up, “tell ya what; I’ll dish up the soup — should just be warm by now — and I’ll call Darren and tell him that you’re sick and ask for a few days off for you. And once I’m done with that, I’ll grab us some pillows and blankets and you’ll pick the movie tonight. How does that sound? And you can say no.”

Adam was silent for a few moments, lost in thought. Eventually, he looked back up at Rowan, his freckled cheeks flushed a peachy color and his mismatched eyes still slightly teary.

“You promise it won’t be an issue. I just don’t want-“ he was cut off by a coughing fit.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and continued, “I really don’t want to be a burden and I don’t want to cause more work for you, Darren, or anyone else.”

“I promise, Adam,” Rowan was ecstatic when Adam hadn’t argued, “I’ll go dish us up and call Darren!”

As he headed for the kitchen, Rowan realized the lack of arguing from his roommate might actually not be very good…

Is it that bad? He wondered

He hoped not. He’d just have to keep a close eye on him for now. Because right now, all he could do is try to wait it out. No point in stressing out over a fever and minor cold.

Adam stayed in that position for a few moments after Rowan left. Thinking. Hoping. Wishing.

Thinking about how grateful he was to Rowan for taking care of him, hoping Rowan had meant his promise and would keep it, and wishing he could express his gratitude and happiness.

After a short while, he peeled himself off the soft chair and went to his room. He'd be fast. Rowan wouldn't even notice he was gone. He was just changing his shirt.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he came back out and heard Rowan still in the kitchen, on the phone.

He clumsily and slowly made his way to the sofa. Grabbed the remote and sat down as he scrolled through the 'recommended' tab. He was very bad at making decisions. The whole concept still seemed sort of alien to him.

Eventually, when he heard Rowan say "Thank you! I'll let him know!", followed by the clanking of bowls, Adam hurriedly picked the first thing that caught his eye. After selecting it, he realized it was a cheesy romcom.

So his eyes had chosen violence when they were attracted to the bright colors. He'd suffer then. Unless Rowan didn't like this.

"Oooh, that's a good one! A nice comfort movie. Oh and Darren gave you two days off," Assuming you don't get worse. He left that last part out.

"Really? You like it? I've never seen it..."

"Phew, you're in for a mess. It's an oldie. So basically it's so bad that it's good. I hope you like it," Rowan set the bowls on the center table and went to the linen closet, grabbing a few of the fluffiest blankets that they had.

He sat down next to Adam and handed him a blanket.

"Thanks," Adam hit play, wrapped himself in the blanket, and grabbed a bowl of soup

After some time, Rowan felt something on his shoulder. When he looked down, he smiled.

Adam had fallen asleep, leaning his head on Rowan. It was the first time Rowan felt that Adam trusted him fully. It was the best feeling in the world. It made him feel warmer than the soup had.

He grabbed the mostly full soup bowl from Adam's lap and set it on the table. He turned the tv volume down slightly, and eventually, he too fell asleep...

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Chapter 1 pt.2

Author's note: Please, if you have any suggestions for how I could improve this piece, series, or my writing style as a whole, please don't hesitate to give tips. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading!

[argylepiratewd]

Test-driving different sets of genitalia during sex? Of course Crowley would come out of that preggers. That's exactly how his luck has always been.

Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Pregnant Crowley (Good Omens), Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Nausea, Vomiting, Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Whumpcember 2023, Post-Series

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