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arctrooper69 · 3 months

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Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 3 months

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Febuwhump 2024 Day 1: Helpless

Content warning: young whumpee/caretaker. Not intended to be minors but could easily be read as such.

Five days after Whumpee went missing, Caretaker got a text from their phone number. It was simple, direct. An address, instructions to arrive alone, a threat of what would happen if they didn’t comply.

A picture of Whumpee, head pulled back by their hair, exposing a tearstained, bloodied face.

Caretaker had been out of the door before they could think.

And that’s how Caretaker found themselves sitting in their mom’s car at 2 am, parked in front of the shadiest motel they’d ever seen. It was dimly lit, with only the palest glow and the flickering ‘OPEN’ sign to give any hint it wasn’t abandoned. Even from the outside, the place looked dirty, like their fingers would come back black if they touched anything.

It looked like the sort of place where a mystery bloodstain was simply covered up with a cheap rug, where some bastard could drag in a hogtied captive without causing a scene. And Whumpee was there.

Caretaker’s hands shook as they gripped the steering wheel, their knuckles white. They swallowed thickly, begging the panicked thumping in their chest to slow. It didn’t.

It took Caretaker an eternity to build the courage to leave their car. They felt exposed once they did. They all but ran down the rows of doors, not taking long to find the one they’d been ordered to enter. They found themselves frozen in front of it for a long moment.

Everything in them demanded they turn back. Every sense of logic said they were over their head, that this was dangerous. Their legs were jelly beneath them, anxiety threatening to bring them to their knees. The thought of Whumpee, bound and gagged and terrified, was the only thing allowing Caretaker to stand.

They couldn’t back out now. They had to do something, they were the only one who could.

Caretaker brought a shaking fist to the door and knocked once, twice, three, four times, just like Whumper had ordered. Each knock rang like a gunshot in their ears.

The silence that followed was deafening. Each second felt like an eternity, time moving at a snail’s pace. The darkness around them was suffocating, and they couldn’t help but feel phantom eyes on them. They flitched at every noise, expecting Whumper to jump out at them from the shadows at any moment.

They nearly screamed when they heard a chuckle from behind the door. “I can practically hear your knees shaking out there. Come in, and close the door behind you.”

Caretaker obeyed. For a moment, they felt relieved to be out of the darkness. That feeling left only a moment later, the fear of being exposed replaced with the fear of being cornered. Caretaker tried to swallow the fear, standing stall despite feeling so, so small.

Their eyes locked on the figure lounging on the bed. They looked…unbothered, relaxed, arms comfortably folded over their middle as they leaned against the backboard. There was a lazy confidence that stood in stark contrast to the tension running through every one of Caretaker’s cells. It put Caretaker’s teeth on edge.

Neither of them spoke. Whumper seemed satisfied to sit in silence, a lazy smirk on their face. Caretaker’s tongue felt paralyzed in their mouth.

They forced their eyes to leave Whumper for a moment, quickly taking stock of the room. It wasn’t the torture dungeon they feared. It was an old, cheap motel. Yellowing wallpaper, a carpet the color of a filthy mop, and the smell of mothballs. It looked entirely normal.

Their heart stopped at what they didn’t see.

The room was small. The bathroom and closet door were wide open, giving Caretaker view of every inch of the space. There was nowhere a person could be hiding. There was nobody else there.

Caretaker heart stopped. “What–you said…where’s Whumpee?! You said you’d let them go if I came!”

“They’re not here, and I never said they’d be; I said they’d be safe if you came,” Whumper shrugged, as if their words weren't tearing a hole though Caretaker's chest. “You came, and so they’re safe. For now.”

Their words felt like a slap to the face. Whumpee wasn’t here. They weren’t here, and that fact drained whatever strength that’d allowed Caretaker to confront Whumper in the first place. Suddenly, they didn’t feel like they were coming to save their friend. They didn’t feel like they were brave, that they were doing the right thing. They felt like a defenseless rabbit caught in a trap.

Panic, animalistic and untainted with any sense of duty, flooded Caretaker’s veins so rapidly that it nearly knocked them off their feet. They were alone, miles away from home, standing in a room with a known kidnapper. Nobody was coming for them, nobody even knew where they were.

Caretaker’s stomach dropped. They took a step back—

“Walk out that door, and the police will be ‘finding’ Whumpee scattered around half the city for the next month.”

–and froze in place, too terrified to do anything else.

Whumper didn’t need to move to stop Caretaker in place. Their words felt like a pin holding Whumpee in place. Underneath their lazy posture, underneath the almost amused expression, there was something sharp, something that drained the bravery from Caretaker’s veins.

“Now here's what you're going to do. First, you’re going to get any silly ideas about playing the hero out of your head,” they gestured to Caretaker’s side. Caretaker flinched. “Then you’re going to drop whatever toy you brought with you.”

Instictually, Caretaker’s hands moved to cover their left pocket. They realized too late how stupid that was. “I don’t–I, I didn’t bring anything…” they could only mutter, eyes dropping to the floor.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. “Are we really going to do this? They always bring something. Maybe your dad’s gun, a knife from your old kitchen set, something. Don’t waste my time. Drop it.”

For the briefest of moments, the idea of fighting flashed in their mind. But their hands felt clammy and uncoordinated at their sides. Even if they brought out their weapon, they weren’t sure if they’d be able to do anything with it. They couldn’t stop shaking.

Whumper’s eyes didn’t leave Caretaker for a moment, and the eye contact alone nearly brought Caretaker to tears. They watched, frozen, as Whumper’s hand reached towards their waist, grabbing at something. Caretaker could’ve sworn they saw the glint of metal.

Caretaker’s hands were digging into their pockets before they could think. The contents of their pockets fell to the floor a moment later.

A small, cheap switchblade and greasy wad of bills bound in a rubber band plopped onto the carpet. A weapon and a ransom, all they could get their hands on in the little time they’d been given. It was all Caretaker could think to bring.

Whumper chucked, low and amused, and made a show of returning their hands to their torso. The sigh of relief that forced its way from Caretaker’s throat was a half sob. “Good kid. We both know you’re in way over your head. Just follow my lead, and we’ll all walk away happy. Alright?”

Caretaker’s tongue was led in their mouth.

“Alright?”

Terror forced them to speak. “Y-yes.”

Whumper gestured towards the chair in the corner of the room.

“Good. Now sit,”

Their body moved on command, mind too numb with fear to think of resisting. Everything had fallen apart so quickly. Their mind reeled from the whiplash.

They could only drop boneless in the chair. they didn't know if the tears dripping down their face were from frustration, shame, or pure terror.

From the chair, they could see what Whumper had been reaching for. A large pistol sat at their waist. Whumper followed Caretaker’s gaze and grinned.

“Now, here’s how things are gonna work from now on.”

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dragonknightcal · 3 months

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Day 1: Helpless

Ft: Wind and Twilight

The wind and rain poured down relentlessly, the sky dark and threatening, choking out light and casting all surroundings with an eerie, oppressive gloom. They had been caught by surprise by the portal, falling through and getting separated in the unfamiliar Hyrule. Wind and Twilight had been spit out near a river, and that's where the trouble had started.

“C-Come on Twi, help me out here!" The sailor grunted with effort. Wind struggled to drag the larger hero’s frame along the muddy ground. The young hero slipped again with a yelp and fell, sliding in the dirt and scraping up his hands and knees, his own injuries aggravated and sending pain racing up his spine. With a shaky huff and wiping frustrated tears from his eyes, Wind got to his feet and took hold of his brother’s arms again, dragging him further towards the cave he had found for shelter. He finally pulled Twilight into the cave entrance out of the rain and fell to his knees with a weak sob. He nudged the older hero with a finger, then shook his shoulders, ignoring the little voice in his head that said he shouldn't shake someone with a head injury.

“Twi, wake up.” Wind whispered weakly as he shook his brother’s shoulders. “Wake up, Twilight. Please.”

The rancher obviously didn't respond, and Wind’s head hurt. It was cold in the cave, and his teeth chattered loudly as he laid down and curled into Twilight’s side for any possible warmth. Their combined body heat wasn't enough to stay warm, but Wind felt like he would be sick if he tried to stand again. He couldn't leave Twi alone, either, so going back for their belongings was a no-go. The sailor remembered that Rulie had said that cold was bad for injuries, or something like that, but his head felt heavy and his arm hurt and the scrapes on his knees were bleeding and he just wanted to sleep.

“M’sorry, Twi.” Wind sniffed weakly, turning his face to bury it in the rancher’s shoulder. “M’sorry, I don't know what to do.” The young boy scrubbed his eyes as he wept, exhausted and alone. “I’m sorry I can’t do more…”

If Twilight had been awake, he would have dried Wind’s tears and assured the kid there was nothing more he could do, and that he was proud of Wind for everything he had managed to do despite his own pain.

But he wasn't. Wind was left to sob out his frustration and hurt as the ordonian slept, curled into his brother's side as he waited for someone, anyone, to find them.

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kabie-whump · 3 months

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♡ Febuwhump Day 1 - Helpless ♡

@febuwhump

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Didn't feel like finishing it but yall get the idea

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triforce-of-mischief · 3 months

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febuwhump day 1: helpless

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somethingblu3 · 3 months

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Never Trust A Vampire | Nikolai

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18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Beyond The Rave (2008)

Summary:

@febuwhump day 1

Nikolai and Reader's first meeting at the rave. Nikolai needs to feed, but Reader fights back. Lightly Edited

TW:

Rave

vampire vs human

Hunting

Predator/Prey

Biting

Vampire Biting

Blood Drinking

Non-Consensual Blood Drinking

Dubious Consent

Mind Manipulation

Compulsion

stalked

Pairing: Nikolai x female afab reader.

Word Count: 1,248

Graphic Credit: @keep-it-light

"And what do we have here?" Nikolai taunted as he pursed his lips, stalking you like prey. A shiver runs down your spine. "I know what you are," you taunt as you reach your hand behind you. Your brother Ed had warned you about them before. Vampires. He had told you about the signs - the clothes were a dead giveaway, not to mention the smell of dirt and an unforgettable metallic scent that was a headache, an indication of blood intake, probably from some poor soul.

"I don't want to hurt you," He tells you. You can hardly see him under the neon emerald lights of the nightclub. This all happened because of a wrong move. When dancing, you tripped over, landing on another couple, and as you tried to pick yourself up, Nikolai grabbed you by the shoulders. He was strong, maybe another sign as well, another sign that he was what you thought. His sapphire eyes looked dead from a lack of sleep. They were haunting as he watched you, flicking back and forth from the smile that curled at the end of his lips. He thought he had you. Here you were, all by yourself and helpless in a nightclub. You were surrounded by other sweaty, drunk, dancing people who wouldn't even notice if you were gone if he had taken you. Would anyone even hear your cries over the blasting speakers? Would your brother Ed even hear your cries? You swallow hard, knowing very well he could listen to the fear of your heartbeat pumping in his ears like the drum of the song that vibrated through the club.

Your hands were sweaty as you grabbed the small stick in the back pocket of your jeans. It was a makeshift stake. Your brother had taught you how to protect yourself from them and what you should do in a situation like this. It wouldn't kill him entirely but render him helpless enough. The only way to indeed kill a vampire was to aim for the head. It would make it impossible for them to come back and be revived.

"I know what you want. You want my blood-" You don't know why you're telling Nikolai this. Maybe it was the alcohol, something you snorted back in the bathroom. Either way, it was all slipping out of your tongue, or perhaps It was Nikolai's compulsion. You found yourself unable to look away from him. It was merely impossible. It was like he was holding you down without even touching you.

"I want you to tell me," He says firmly. The light in his eye flickers. He reaches forward and brushes his hand against your shoulder so that your gaze is focused on him. You lick your dry lips. The smoke machine makes you feel hazy as you cannot step away from him. He was like a cage the way he had you wrapped around your finger. You wished your brother had told you how to escape this. Your feet were glued to the floor of the nightclub. You could not leave his grasp as his eyes kept a sharp gaze on your neck, his finger traced over your vein.

"I want you to tell me that you want this. You want me." He breathes against your neck, and you can feel yourself turning to mush. No man had ever had this effect over you. Under his grasp, you felt utterly helpless, and then you felt something in you. It was like you wanted to help him like he had to feed off you, or something terrible was going to happen. Your body wouldn't listen to you even as your brain screamed, "No, no, no, Stake him." You felt your hands ease on the makeshift steak. You dropped it back into the pocket of your jeans, where it rested as he pulled you closer. At first, you thought that he might kiss you as he cupped your chin, bringing him as close as humanly possible, so now your bodies were linked together. His skin was cold as it brushed against yours. He was dead after all, you reminded yourself as your eyes witnessed the punch marks on his neck from his Master. You couldn't help but wonder what the transformation process was like. It must be a painful one, but was it worth it? What was his life like before he turned, you wondered?.

"I know it's not just my lips that you crave," He whispered against your neck. You could feel his fangs contracting, not even piercing yet. "You want more, don't you?" There was a rush at first as his fangs nipped against your skin. You could feel your blood rush to your head. Immediately, you felt the effects. You felt a surge of tiredness, and for a moment, you wondered if you would collapse on the nightclub floor. Still, then he grabbed you by the waist so that you were grinding against you. "I've got you," He told you. "I've got you," He reminded you as he continued sucking his hands lost in your hair. It was almost comforting as his fingers massaged into you. The feeling was practically familiar as you sunk into him. A few moments passed by, but they felt like hours. The only thing pulling you out of your haze was the sucking sounds from his lips against your neck. You could hear a rumble in his stomach as he fed from you, and it was like the two of you were connected as you listened to your own heart beating inside your eardrum.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He teased with a small smile, his teeth dyed with your blood. As he pulled back, you realized what he had done. He had just fed from you. Something your brother had told you repeatedly not to let happen. But now he had an archive of your blood, and if you tasted detectable, he was more likely to come back again. "And I know you found that just as pleasurable as I did. I can feel it, too, now that we are connected. I can feel the rush in you, not just from your blood," Nikolai teases. You frowned, unsure what he was talking about, but now you were trapped in his arms. You felt one hand of his travel down to your jeans, and he snaked his hand around your ass, taking out the wooden stick. "I don't think you'll need this, do you?" He tuts as if he wants you to actually consider it. A chill runs down your spine. Now, you find yourself unable to back away. There's a soft and warm fuzzy rush. It's a nice, pleasant feeling, strangely.

"You want more, don't you? They always want more....". This time, you don't even notice his hand is practically clawing at the front button of your trousers. "Come on," He murmurs. "Let's go to a more secluded place. Away from any prying eyes." He smirks. And you follow him hand in hand. You feel full as he guides you, content even You watch your step still wobbly on the feet, and while you know not to trust him, you feel drawn to him like you should be with him now at all times. He had control over you, and it was only a matter of time before you would end up six feet underground. Your brother's words run through your head: "Never trust a vampire."

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flowersfromwind · 3 months

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Febuwhump - Day 1

I never did febuwhump before, but a friend encouraged me. So here we go! (I don't know if I'm going to do all prompts...) Day 1: Helpless TW: drowning

Link felt the impact knock the air out of his lungs with a devastating force. His aching body began to sink rapidly in response, while his mind was already immersed in panic. He tried to get oxygen, but the water was quicker, pulling him into an inviting hug. His muscles, feeling heavier than normal, began to struggle in a useless terror until the melody of the wind ended in a muffled and lifeless sound from beneath those divine waters. He found himself immersed, helpless. His thoughts became a tangle of hopelessness and he allowed himself to cry, one last time. His tears began to get lost in the immensity of the blue horizon, just as he would soon do too. But Aryll needed him! He sobbed, letting water to enter his lungs. Grandma needed him! A tightness in his chest started, distressing him. He needed himself, alive! His body stopped fighting, too weak and tired to continue. Not tears! His heartbeat increased, seeming strong enough to burst his ribcage. Not acceptance! His vision, once blurred in a deadly dance of varying shades of blue, began to darken. He wasn't ready for the silence of unconsciousness.

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comfort-questing · 3 months

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"helpless"

for a long while now there had been silence around her, the last of the voices and footsteps fading away, and only the wind and the water and the creaking of the empty tree branches to be heard. the quick, ugly, merciless ambush at the riverbank had only been a side-line for the enemy troops, a momentary distraction on their way back from patrol; now if any of her fellow rebels were still alive, they had fled, and she was alone and helpless here in the tangle of bracken and mud in the gathering dark.

she had tried to get up several times, since coming to half-consciousness again; but the deep gash across her left thigh had severed something important, it seemed, and though she'd managed to bind it tight with her scarf she couldn't make that leg bear any weight or obey her as she struggled. and the effort of tugging herself along by her elbows made her dizzy, head spinning with blood loss and exhaustion as well as whatever impact had stunned her on the way down the bank.

the furthest she could get was under some tree roots of a fallen log, where she fancied at least there was some shelter from unfriendly eyes - not that anyone was looking at this point. not that they needed to be. she was stuck here until... until she bled out, maybe, or some wandering refugee from the local villages stumbled across her. the others wouldn't go searching, if anyone had returned to report of the disaster; getting this close to patrol routes was dangerous, no matter how thin the foraging was closer to the base.

she didn't want to die. but she didn't know if that was a choice she was going to get to make, at this rate, her mouth sticky with dryness despite the muddy palmfuls she'd lapped up painfully from the runnels nearby, the shivers overtaking her from cold and weariness.

(their last moments - she remembered those, too, or some of them anyway, Lerren falling to the soldiers' arrows as their first warning that they'd been found, Astra doubled over screaming as the bloodied sword was pulled out of her. she didn't know if she deserved to be luckier than they, or spared when they hadn't been.)

so she waited, because there was really nothing else she could do at that point, and pushed herself upright against the roots so that she could watch the stars coming out above the darkening sky, as it became harder and harder to keep her eyes open. as last moments went, she thought, these weren't bad ones...

but then there was something blocking the stars in front of her, stirring the water and changing the song of the ripples. she startled, thinking of wild beasts, or such, but only served to jostle her leg and set her head ringing with pain again.

through the haze there was a hand reaching out to her, worn leather glove tipping up her chin, and a sudden flare of a match struck. Sef's golden hair and drawn face swam in her vision, as she blinked at the brightness.

"Annis! I - at least we didn't lose all of you. Darr met me on the way back from hunting - said there'd been an ambush - "

"you - came." the words were clumsy in her mouth. "it's not - safe here - "

"of course it isn't safe. the others - I'm sorry. it's - it's bad."

she nodded, weakly. "I know. I - I saw..."

"but you. we'll get you home. I've got one of the ponies, and no catch luck tonight anyway so we can ride together..."

she tried to stand, to help him as he gathered her upwards, but ended up hanging as dead weight from his arms, her feet numb on the stones. he was warm and that in itself was almost enough to make her give in and fall asleep then and there, but the least she could do was keep her eyes open, mumbling back in response to his insistent chatter.

"c'mon, stay with me, don't shut your eyes, we'll be back at base soon, Darr's going to be so happy to see you, everyone will be..."

hooves on the gravel, warm slick horse-hair under her cheek, Sef's hands tugging up under her armpits to steady her in front of him.

"just a little longer. look at me, deep breaths, eyes open..."

that, at least, she could try to do.

#whump #febuwhump day 1 #febuwhump 2024 #lady whump #queuing up a few bc I will be camping

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jedi-lothwolf · 3 months

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Februwhump Day 1: Helpless

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Summary: Kanan opens up about 66.

It was time. Kanan had never told anyone about order 66. He sat down with Hera and sighed. "Hey love, how are you doing?"

Kanan didn't answer. He looked at her.

"I know today is hard on you. Just let me know if you need anything." She stood, assuming like every year, he wanted to be alone.

"I felt helpless." He spoke. "I was helpless."

Hera turned around and sat back down in the pilot's chair. She watched Kanan as he shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable.

"When they killed my master, I had been walking with a few clones. The group was called the bad batch. They had some genetic mutations. That's probably what saved me." Tears already threatened to spill from his eyes.

"I heard shots. I turned around and the men were trying to kill her. I- I ran. She told me to. It was the last thing she ever said. The bad batch had ignored the order, other than one. They let me go."

The Jedi looked up at Hera for the first time since he started talking. "I was helpless. From then until I met you, I felt so helpless. It was like I couldn't get control of my own life. Rather it was the alcohol or the memories, I just couldn't."

The pilot grabbed Kanan's hand gently. "It's okay."

"I've only felt that helpless a few times. I watched her die Hera. I couldn't save her. I felt that way when Ezra fell back when the Grand Inquisitor died. I thought-" his voice broke. "I can't do that again."

Tears fell down his face. Hera pulled him into a hug. They stayed there for a minute before Kanan pulled back. "I feel helpless to fate."

"It's going to be okay."

"Okay."

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scullysexual · 1 year

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Febuwhump Day 1: "I need you." Post Sein und Zeit. Hurt/Comfort Prompts. AO3. @today-in-fic

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Her fingers at the base of your neck keep up their soothing rhythm, brushing through your hair every so often as they move in a circular motion. You close your eyes but fight the pull of sleep, you are hesitant to let go of this almost peaceful and bliss feeling. Exhausted, tears all spent, you’re scared you’ll wake up later on and be greeted by the full onslaught of emotions, reality slapping you in the face once more.

Here is nice. Barely existing, just floating. Scully’s scent beneath your nose, hands against your skin. You snuggle in closer despite the impossibility- you’re already as close as you can get after all.

“I need you.”

You let her bear the weight of your emotions for a while, just a little bit, until you’re stable again, until you have the courage to exist fully once more.

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heroictoonz · 3 months

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Maybe It Will Be Fine [ @febuwhump ]

Ships: Stenny

Warnings: (Assumed) Suicidal Ideation/Attempt, Referenced Child Abuse

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Stan was out later than he should have been. He knew the last bus was gonna leave in an hour. He’d have to call his mom to come pick him up if he missed it. Another conversation where he had to choose to tell the truth or lie. Lie and tell her he was fine. He just lost track of time. Or tell the truth about how he felt. Felt about the farm. Felt about his dad, who somehow always found ways to make his life worse. Felt about his sister, who he struggled more and more to connect with as they aged. Felt about his mom who never had the guts to leave and take him with her when she had the opportunity.

His hands buried themselves in his pockets as he walked. He hadn’t even realized where his feet were taking him till he had looked up to a familiar head of blonde hair.

He realized he had taken himself to the end of the street just at the edge where the train tracks cut the town in half. Well, half was putting it nicely. In reality, the tracks separated the McCormick family from the rest community.

On those very tracks laid the body attached to that familiar head of hair. Directly on the tracks.

Stan broke into a run. Grabbing the teen’s arm and yanking her so hard that both of them tumbled to the ground. The very blonde hair cascading around Stan’s face.

Kenny opened her eyes and looked down at Stan. Bright sky blue, widened with surprise, met dark ocean blue, widened with horror.

“Stan!” she hissed out. “What are you-”

Stan interrupted her by grabbing her arms. Tighter than he meant to. “Don’t do it, man!” he cried out, giving her arms a little shake.

Kenny blinked down at him for a moment. Finally, she let out a huff. Putting a hand on one of his. Letting it rest there for a moment before gently removing it from her arm.

Stan let her take his hand down, even matching the movement with his other hand of his own accord. He watched, eyes still wide, as Kenny sat up (now straddling his legs but he was electing to ignore that for the time being.)

She pulled her hair to hang over her left shoulder and looked down at Stan with a frown. “Dude, calm the fuck down.”

He wanted to bite back at her. Tell her he had no reason to be calm when he just stumbled on one of his best friends trying to kill herself. But any words died in his throat. The light of the moon and the flickering street lamp illuminated her face enough for him to see it.

A large bruise, just forming from how fresh it looked, made a perfect frame around her eye. The eye itself was a little swollen. In fact, taking a better look, he realized just what state she was in. Besides the bruise, she looked more unkempt than normal. He could have sworn that he could see the smallest bit of blood in her hair alongside her ears.

He was, however, surprised that her eyes were dry. Not a tear in sight. It made him feel worse.

Stan sat up and took her face in his hand. She didn’t flinch or say anything. Her expression was still just a tired frown.

“What was it this time?”

Kenny broke eye contact and once again, gently pulled his hands away from her.

“Dad’s mad his only sober son’s a fag.”

The words struck Stan like lightning. He shouldn’t be surprised. He knows just from the sound of her voice and her expression that Kenny sure as fuck wasn’t. “Isn’t he always mad about stupid stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded. Her face then split into a devious grin. Showing off the opening where a tooth definitely sat last Stan had seen her. “But I don’t always pour out the vodka down the toilet.”

“Dude,” Stan whispered out. Equal parts in disbelief and holding back laughter. “I’m surprised he didn’t kill you.”

“Eh,” Kenny shrugged. As if the idea of dying didn’t bother her.

It then rammed back into Stan the earlier sight he had stumbled onto. His frown came back tenfold. “Dude, seriously, why were you laying on the tracks?”

Kenny bit her lips the same way she did when she had a secret. “I’m fine man, seriously. I got the train schedules memorized. I wasn’t gonna do nothin’. Honest.”

Stan’s frown didn’t move. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that. He didn’t voice this, though, as the next second, she sat down fully on his legs with a little huff. “Where’s the blood from?” He asked instead.

“He tried to rip out my gauges and some of my hair.”

She said it so nonchalantly that Stan almost didn’t register her words. “Jesus…” he muttered.

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

She raised a brow at him. “Dude, the last bus left like ten minutes ago.”

“Oh,” was the only response Stan could give. It was his turn to look away and give a nonchalant shrug. “Lost track of time.”

“Bullshit man,” Kenny chuckled sadly. “You runnin’ away finally, or what?”

“Yeah right,” Stan scoffed. “That’d be nice, though, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kenny nodded with another toothy grin. The sight of her missing tooth made Stan’s gut twist. “Gotta wait till at least one of us has a license, though.”

He knew she was trying to at least get a pathetic chuckle out of him. Unfortunately, all he could muster was a sigh. He pulled his legs out from under her and brought his knees to his chest.

“If your face gets any longer, man, I’ll think you were Animorph-ing into a horse.” She moved so that she was sitting next to him. Their shoulders close enough that he could almost feel her hair tickling his neck. She bumped their arms. “What’s got you all depressed?”

“I just,” he gave another long sigh. Pressing his face into his knees. “Doesn’t it just all feel so hopeless sometimes?” He turned his head just enough to look up at her.

She tilted her own back at him, almost in question. “I mean yeah,” she almost laughed. As if it were so obvious that it was funny.

“And yet here you are, still…” Stan sighed out, waving a hand at her grinning back at him. He didn’t look away from her now. He was enjoying the sight of her lit up by the moon. She always had an almost dark beauty to her. Which, probably sounded stupid as fuck now that Stan was thinking about it. Especially with how much she glowed like the sun. Both her hair and smile. Gap and missing tooth, only adding to her charm. Well… the missing tooth sucked, but it kinda fit her. He could get used to it.

“I mean, why not,” she shrugged. “If I don’t smile and laugh when things suck, what can I do? Not like dying fixes any of my problems.”

“Says the guy I found trying to make out with a train,” Stan huffed.

Kenny only laughed. She fucking laughed. Stan had caught her trying to kill herself cause her dad beat the shit out of her and now she was laughing.

Stan always knew he’d never understand Kenny. But, honestly, he couldn’t even bring himself to be upset. Her laugh made something in him feel warm. It… actually made him feel kinda sick. Thank god he’d grown out of the whole crush-puking thing.

He wasn’t expecting her to fall onto him. Her body leaning against him and her head falling to his shoulder. It was a little awkward with how much taller she was than him. Maybe he would be sick, actually. The way her warmth seeped into him and her hair draped against his back made him feel gross. But gross in a way he liked.

“What if we never make it out?”

She hummed almost as if she were thinking about his question. “I dunno,” she mumbled back. “Maybe the world will get swallowed by a space frog or some shit.”

“Huh?” He looked down at her, more confused at her words than anything else. “What’s that mean?”

She gave a shrug. The feeling of her arm against his pressed to the forefront of his mind again. “Anything could happen, man,” was her only response. “Wanna go break into the school and sleep under the bleachers?”

Stan let her grab his hand and followed her in the light of night. Though he was pretty sure he’d follow her anywhere she asked. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe things weren’t that hopeless. Not when Kenny’s warmth pressed against him under the gym bleachers, using their jackets as blankets. Not when Kenny was here with him, and he could see her smile and hear her laugh.

#south park #stenny #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #fan fic #fan fiction #writing #toonz writing #maybe it will be fine (fic)#febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 1 #MAKING THIS TUMBLR POST I REALIZED CAUSE I DRAFTTED IT ON AO3 IT FUCING SAYS IT WAS POSTED ON THE 10TH OF LAST MONTH #UGHG #I HAD TO GO IN AND FIX IT #WHY IS AO3 LIKE THIS

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theonlymoongirl · 3 months

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The Second Wave

The Boys Febuwhump 2024 Day One: Helpless

“Hughie?” Butcher approached with an almost cautious air. “What ‘appened, son? Where’s your dad?” The question hung in the air. Hughie stared at Butcher’s boots and remembered the sight of his dad’s blood diluting in the shower’s water, pooling at his feet. His dad was in the drain. His dad was splattered across the living room. His dad was- His dad. His dad. His dad.

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hurt/comfort, angst, character death, PTSD, canon typical violence, team as family, found family dynamics

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ohwrite · 3 months

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Febuwhump 2024 Day 1: helpless

CW: implied pet whump, victim blaming, hopelessness and helplessness, slight dehumanisation

Alexis kneels on the cold wooden floor, looking up through tear filled eyes at their master.

“Don’t look at me like that, you ruined your own chances of ever getting out. Your helplessness was your own doom.”

The words skewer their heart, after all, it is true.

“I-.. I know, master…”

Their master glares.

“That’s exactly it, you gave up so quickly. You’ll be my toy forever at this rate!”

Cold tears spill down their cheeks, and don’t stop coming. Sobs wrack their body as they come to terms with their own fate being their fault.

#whump #conditioned whumpee #helpless whumpee #pet whump #<- implied #alexis oc #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 1

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whumpncomfort · 1 year

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Febuwhump: Day 1: Alternate prompt: Immortality

Nathan Young Deaths | Misfits (source)

#misfits #nathan young #whump #character death #stabbed #impaled #buried alive #waking up #febuwhump #febuwhump day 1 #immortal

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fanfictasia · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wrecker (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), They both sorta get hugs, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024, Prompt: Helpless, Family, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, POV Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), POV Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Soft Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Summary:

Hunter promised her she'd never have to go back to Kamino, and she believes him, but the memories take much longer to fade.

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https://www.wattpad.com/1419083269-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-febuwhump-day

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14323297/1/Febuwhump-Day-One-Helpless

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popcorn-plots · 3 months

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Febuwhump day 1: helpless

Title: Sick

Words: 100

Summary: Wong reflects on being sick.

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Wong hated everything about being sick. He hated how much his throat hurt and how stiff and sore he was. He hated being forced to stay in bed the entire day, and he loathed how helpless he felt.

He couldn’t do anything and it drove him crazy. He tried not to think about the last time he was sick, tried not to think about the last time he was truly and utterly helpless: the night his unknown mother broke into the compound and killed his father. Wong was sick and helpless and vowed never to watch from the sidelines again.

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#im not completely sure what i'm doing #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 1 #sickfic #whump #wong #wong angst #i'm so excited for this actually #someone tell me how to format this

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