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enigmaticemperor · 2 years

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So, I know I'm a bit late, but here's my version of Hinny's first 'I love you'.

Written for @hinnyfest

#1 First I love You

She couldn’t breathe. All the air was knocked out of her when she saw him lying face down on the floor, glasses askew, as they always were, dark hair in disarray, looking as pale as moonlight, but motionless.

No, he couldn’t be. He was Harry. Her Harry. He would get up now and finish that monster once and for all. He had to.

She was being held up by Ron and she didn’t think she could even stand up without his support as she heard Tom taunting them.

“Harry Potter is dead.

Ginny woke up with a scream, and sat up in her bed, in a cold sweat, tears running down her cheeks. She looked over at the unoccupied cot, grateful that Hermione was in Australia, so she couldn’t hear her wake up from a nightmare, screaming. ‘But it was real,’ she thought, ‘and he is alive and breathing now.’

She needed some fresh air.

She threw the covers off her, cursing as they tangled around her even more, and made her way down the creaking stairs, skipping the third one by habit.

She didn’t have a destination in mind but wasn’t surprised when she found herself in front of the tree where she and Harry spent a lot of their time back in the summer before fifth.

But what surprised her was Harry slumped against the base of the tree, his lips slightly parted, glasses still on his face as he slept. ‘He looks so young and so calm while asleep,’ she thought, her heartbeat now returning to its regular rate.

She made her way to him and laid her head on his shoulder, delicately enough not to wake him up, and instantly fell asleep.

Ginny didn’t know how long it had passed since she fell asleep, but it must not have been long as it was still dark outside.

She blinked blearily and looked up to see emerald green eyes staring at her in adoration.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized when she caught him staring, “You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

She inwardly rolled her eyes fondly. Only Harry would apologize for something like that.

She just snuggled into him more, and he chuckled lightly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing his lips into her hairline.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked.

He laid his head on hers. “I’m good now that you’re here.”

“Why didn’t you wake me instead?”

He smiled at her with a look in his eyes that she could only describe as love. “You looked so peaceful, so content, so tiny - ”

“Excuse me?” Ginny laughed, sitting up to look at him.

“You heard me,” Harry said teasingly.

“Tiny. Wow, Harry. If anyone else said that, they would’ve had bats coming out of their nose,” she smiled, leaning back against him, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

She didn’t realize what she had said until she felt Harry’s lips on hers and she immediately responded.

Harry pulled back and rained kisses all over her face, nipped at her earlobe and trailed down her throat, as she raised her head to give him more access, before he looked into her eyes and said, a bright smile adorning his face, which she was sure was on hers too, “I love you too.”

She wasn’t surprised that this was how it happened. Their first ‘I love you’ was impulsive, unplanned, both under the cover of the night sky to escape nightmares.

But it was them.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny potter #harry james potter #hinnyfest #hinnyfest november 2k22 #ginevra molly weasley #hinny fic #potter #weasley #nightmare mention #after the war #first i love you

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movedto-bunny-lovers · 2 years

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Imagine comforting your f/o after they’ve had a nightmare. Maybe they startled you awake when they woke up, or maybe they woke you up out of fear, or maybe they wanted to be strong and not wake you up but you woke up anyway. Maybe they need a certain food or activity to comfort them, or maybe they just need some hugs. Even if they choose not to tell you about their dream, they feel protected and warm when they’re with you

#f/o imagine #f/o imagines #imagine your fictional other #imagine your f/o #self shipping #selfshipping #self ship community #selfshipping community #selfship community #self shipping community #self ship imagine #nightmare tw #tw nightmare #nightmare mention #food tw #tw food #food

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squishablesunbeam · 22 days

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Hey there! I’ve been lurking in the whump community for a little while (a writer considering making an account and joining in sometime soon). In the meantime I wanted to say I love your writing! I’ve read a fair chunk of it and i know I will work my way through the rest.

Levi is my favourite of your whumpees so far, and his relationship with Cameron gives me so many feelings! I love seeing the mixture of angst and softness between them as Levi heals and they process this huge thing together. So I have a question that combines the two haha.

Does Levi ever have nightmares about what happened to him? Has he ever woken Cameron up by yelling in his sleep? What would the aftermath of that look like do you think?

Signed ~💛

Oh my god, hi!!!! I love Levi asks!! He just has the softest place in my heart and I love him and Cameron so damn much!

I'm actually trying to finish up the next chapter for them this week I hope! They've just continued to live their little lives in my head and I desperately need to get some of it down on paper.

Under the cut because I rambled as usual and made a long post lol

So, Levi definitely has nightmares. He mostly thrashes a bit in his sleep and wakes up just drenched in sweat and it's a huge part of why, at this point in the story, he is so reluctant to sleep in Cameron's bed. (Well, one of the reasons).

He has slept in the bed a few times, but he's still mostly on the couch. He's just awake so much of the night and he doesn't want to disturb Cameron's rest and he doesn't want him to see how much he is still struggling.

Cameron knows though.

He's woken up quite a few times to the sound of Levi still awake at all hours watching tv because he wont even try to sleep. That's mostly how Levi deals with it. He tries to completely ignore the issue and powers through on the littlest amount of sleep possible.

When he does sleep, it's fitful and marred with bad dreams or just the feeling of his heart beating far to fast for 2am only to finally drift off from sheer exhaustion.

Only once has he woken up full on screaming. It took Cameron a good hour at least getting Levi to calm down and fully focus on him. He slept on the couch that night, with Levi tucked up against his chest with his face all blotchy and swollen from the tears.

Levi has such a hard time admitting it, but he sleeps so much better with Cameron by his side. He desperately needs the touch to sooth him and having Cameron at his back makes him finally feel safe enough to sleep without feeling the presence of those men behind him. He just feels that presence constantly and he still can't seem to shake it.

Levi has crawled into bed with Cameron only a few times so far, beyond exhausted and needing to sleep so badly it hurt. He discovered that he doesn't have the full blown nightmares when he's in the bed and he resents the hell out of that lol

He feels so incredibly vulnerable when he feels he actually needs someone in his life to feel safe, or happy for that matter.

So he still tries to go sleep on the couch the majority of the nights. He tries to train himself to be able to sleep on his own, because, what if it doesn't work out between him and Cameron? What if he's alone again? He'll need to be able to sleep without Cameron always at his side.

To fully answer your question though! Yes, he has nightmares and he wakes up with a jolt and he usually wakes up angry. He gets up immediately and will often either go shower or storm off to go for a walk and cool down, leaving Cameron a worried mess, forcing himself to wait for him to get back and not just run after him.

He'll come back looking so drawn and sad in the early hours of the morning. He'll make breakfast and hope Cameron doesn't mention it.

Sometimes he wakes up from the nightmare and breaks down completely. Cameron has only witnessed that happen twice, other than the night with the screaming. Once, Levi woke up and just started sobbing and shaking and Cameron heard him from the bedroom and Levi actually let him just hold him until he finally drifted off again.

The second time, Cameron didn't hear him but woke up to a teary eyed Levi trying to sneak into the bed without waking him. He pulled him close to his chest and Levi finally fell asleep all curled up with his face tucked up against Cameron's neck.

He wakes up early afterwards though and pulls away from Cameron just horribly embarrassed. Cameron isn't sure how to convince him that it's okay and that he truly wants to be able to be there for him and that there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Levi will eventually get there eventually! I'm sure he will. He will let Cameron in and let himself feel safe and loved with just a little more ease. And hopefully soon, he'll be able to crawl into the bed on a good night, rather than a bad one. But right now, it's still super hard for him to be that vulnerable.

Cameron is so patient now though! He'll be there every step of the way!

Thank you so much for reading my little stories anon! You're already a vital and beloved part of the whump community but I hope you make an account and feel so welcome soon!! It's such a lovely world to play in!! ♥️♥️

#awwwwwwwww yay!#thank you for the ask anon!#Levi is still very much a mess of a human #but he'll get here!#Cameron will help!#defiance asks #levi asks #cameron asks #nightmare mention #past noncon mention #💛 anon

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angstyaches · 1 year

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Okay, as several lovely people asked for it, I went ahead and did a little follow-up to this fic.

Word Count: 996

CW: crying, panic, vague mention of otherworldly/supernatural horror, nightmares, trauma (near-death drowning experience) mention, demon possession, emeto.

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“Tell me.”

Charlie’s eyes fluttered open. Shayne’s breath was warm on the back of his head, and his hand had been on Charlie’s belly for so long that it was now warmer than the skin it periodically massaged.

“Tell me how I can... help.”

Charlie sighed shakily into the darkness. He knew his boyfriend wasn’t talking about helping with the nausea that’d been plaguing him for the past hour. He was already doing that.

“Is it that dream again?” Shayne asked. “The – the... the cave, the water...”

“Sometimes,” Charlie admitted. His throat began to solidify with panic as soon as he allowed the darkness of the cave to creep over the edges of his mind. He shut his eyes and held onto the hand that held his stomach, letting out a breath that made his belly collapse slightly inward as it left him.

I’m in the room. I’m in the room.

Shayne spooned him a little harder. “Fuck. I’m sorry. We don’t have to –”

“No, I want to,” Charlie half-sobbed, surprising himself with just how much emotion was bubbling below the surface of his mind, ready to burst out of him. “I should have told you sooner, I just... I didn’t want to spoil the time we have together.”

“I get that,” Shayne admitted.

“I think... I think I’ve been having Charlie Two’s dreams.” Charlie’s heart dropped as he heard himself say it out loud. He’d never even strung it together as a sentence in his head before, and it was only now that it’d been said that he realised how ridiculous it sounded.

He choked out a laugh, blinking tears from his eyes.

Shayne’s hand tensed against Charlie’s stomach. “Hmm?”

“I think I’m having dreams about the... the other side.” Charlie hiccupped. His stomach was beginning to roll, with a sense of purpose it didn’t have before. “Could you – maybe you could ask them about it?”

“Ask them?”

“Charlie Two.”

“Charlie...”

“I need to...” Charlie shuddered. He slowly started to ease himself upright, reaching in the dark for the bowl he knew Shayne had left near the bed for him.

Shayne sat up too. His arm stayed wrapped around Charlie’s waist, pinned lightly by the arm that Charlie was using to support his own weight. Charlie was hunched over, dribbling into the bowl while a string of short, tight belches crept up his throat.

“I need to know!”

“You need to fucking... breathe, okay?” Shayne sighed. “We’ll talk about it later, but last time we tried that, it –”

“I know,” Charlie slurred.

“Well, it all went to shit.”

Charlie belched again. “I... I know.”

“You and CT were both kind of fucked-up for ages.”

The room dissolved into fuzzy, indiscernible shapes. Charlie was seized by a spell of coughing and spitting and burping, anything to get rid of the foul liquid coursing into this throat. His spine curled with the force of the nausea.

“Sorry,” Shayne mumbled. “You know that.”

The entirety of Charlie’s being felt like it wanted out of him as his stomach heaved. He heard it splash into the bowl with impressive force, considering the rest of his body was trembling and probably couldn’t have made it two steps without collapsing.

The dark felt like it was sucking him to the floor, despite the soft bed beneath him, and despite Shayne holding him. He knew it was just dizzy spells and nausea, but it reminded him far too much of the crashing waves that hoisted him underneath, and – and the crushing nothingness that so often gripped him on the other side of sleep...

“Ah,” he whimpered.

“Oh, fuck, what is it?” Shayne demanded, clearly – and reasonably – startled at what sounded like a cry of pain.

Charlie shook his head, wishing he had more breath in his lungs to convey his feelings as he wheezed out the words, “I’m scared.”

“I know. I know. Charlie.” Shayne buried his face in Charlie’s neck and audibly swallowed a sob. “What can I do?”

Charlie sniffled and brought a hand to his face. He indiscriminately rubbed the tears from his cheeks and the sick from his chin with the back of his hand. “Light.”

“’Kay. I’m going to get the light.” Shayne stated his intention as though Charlie hadn’t been the one to suggest it. Charlie realised he was preparing him for the second he let him go, arms slipping away and leaving Charlie feeling like a flimsy plank of wood, just a gust of wind away from toppling over.

But two seconds later, light spilled gently over the bedsheets, broken up by Shayne’s shadow as he crawled back over. The pulling sensation was gone. He was still battling against his own stomach’s desire to exit his body, and his bones felt like shards of glass, but the pulling sensation was gone and that was good enough for now.

“Better?”

Charlie nodded breathlessly. Shayne tilted his head.

“Well, you don’t look it,” he muttered. One side of his mouth twitched as he reached up to push Charlie’s hair back from his forehead. “You look like shit in this light, love.”

“Shut up.”

“Like death warmed over.”

“I get it,” Charlie half-chuckled, half-sighed. He didn’t doubt that what Shayne was saying was at least partially true. He felt like he was ready to become one with his sick bowl at this point, as much as the sight of it was enough, in itself, to make his belly churn.

He thought he was about to get away with a single, shallow dry-heave, when a spurt of bile and remnants from his dinner rushed out of his mouth.

“Shit,” he heard Shayne whisper. “I didn’t realise you were this bad. Should I have gotten you a bigger bowl?”

A bubble of sickly gas grumbled up Charlie’s throat, making him gag and gulp at the exact same moment. His stomach groaned. “Bigger bowl sounds good.”

“’Kay. I’ll be back.” Shayne pressed a kiss to the side of Charlie’s head. “Again.”

#emeto #sickfic #stomach ache fic #stomach bug fic #hurt comfort #hurt and comfort #emetophilia #nightmare mention #angst #angst fic #angst and comfort #vomit fic

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gedannjackal · 4 months

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Swapdream edit

i spent 3/4+ hours on this

Spent maybe an hour or so in gl2 maneuvering and creating this man as a base for my idea ive had in my head, then another 3 to edit

Definitely less feral in this than from conception since i absolutely suck at complex poses and perspective. (Plus the fact that i shouldnt really share it on tumblr for anyone's sanity,, /hj)

Gives feral dragon phoenix energy. With a touch of dolphin /j definitely acts so. > Mr quadroped over here, you're not an animal sir

Original mans here^ said 'this noot mine bro' and kinda just stole him off the face of the multiverse (i mean who goes to dreamtale anyway?)

So now mare kinda just stuck with this menace, sorry noot guess this is your life now- :')

-——

ANYWAY!! Sorry to ramble about this goofy (/neg) guy he's waiting patiently in a corner of my brain.

#undertale #swapdream #nightmare mention #This guy too goofy to be left alive #(srs)#But good luck fighting feral sun beast that protec noot #He will melt you and feel nothing #Dont fight the guy in charge of the sauna youre in

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sunflowerthiefsunny · 1 year

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The fact that nightmares are something that our brains can just create against our will is honestly one of the worst fucking parts of being alive. I just want to sleep without horrific gory images in my mind.

#this one was bad #worst one in a while #op #i just want to sleep #nightmare mention #nightmares

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painsandconfusion · 2 years

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Growth

Waking Dreamer - Part Twelve

(tw: nightmare mention, implied stalking, not much else sorry loves!!)

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Aaron was sagging already as he stepped into the shop. He slipped off his jacket and froze as he saw a new face behind the counter.

…no. Not completely new.

Half new.

The guy with the kind eyes.

What was his name again?

Harold gave Aaron a bright smile, beckoning him in further. “Morning! Lookit who found me on my way in this morning - said he wanted a job, I gave it to him!”

Aaron blinnked, confused, but following his feet as they pulled him behind the counter with the two of them.

Harold gestured between then. “Jeremiah, this is Aaron - Aaron, Jeremiah. I already showed him how to do opening - you want to get him prepped on the ground counts?”

“Um - I…y-yeah, yeah, I can do that.” Aaron tried for a small smile, still shaky from the night of dreams.

Jeremiah smiled warmly back. “Good to officially meet you. I’m excited to work with coffee again.”

Aaron glanced between him and the espresso machine the man was tapping the portafilter from. “...you’ve worked at a shop before?”

Jeremiah hummed. “Sure - a few times, actually. I flit between jobs - always get bored after a while and move on. But I’ve always loved this.” He rinsed the filter out and started it filling with fresh ground espresso.

“...okay, um…let me see how good your pours are, then? Then I can get a feel for where you’re at…?”

Jeremiah laughed softly, tamping and clicking it into place. He poured out the milk and started steaming it as the machine pressed boiling water through the grounds, leaving a rich, thick stream of creamy gold. “I think I mostly need help figuring out how your system works - I got this much covered.” In seconds, he was pouring perfectly timed milk into the espresso. His movements were small and precise, yet flowing and graceful. Aaron binked as a swan framed by two olive branches flourished into being at the top of the cup.

“...um. Yeah. Yeah, you’re….good for…this. Huh. Um…….yeah, I can show you the register-” He turned, pulling open the ipad they used and swiping through it as Jeremiah brought the latte out to the patron.

He returned shortly after, looking over Aaron’s shoulder at the menu. Jeremiah listened patiently, pausing to ask clarifying questions and confirming the routine for closing the register.

Out of all the training Aaron had done, this one was easily the quickest and simplest. Within ten minutes, they were just working side by side, coordinating setting up cups and taking orders. Jeremiah didn’t seem to have any issue finding fresh syrups in the back and offered to make a fresh batch when they started running low on hazelnut. Evidently he knew how to do that, too.

Strange.

Jeremiah was kind, though. He laughed at all Aaron’s jokes - even ones that were barely sarcasm. He made Aaron feel like he was someone bright and lovely. Someone worth listening to.

Within an hour, he was completely at ease with the man, talking and laughing and genuinely enjoying his shift. His exhaustion seemed to melt away at the older man’s support and warmth.

It took a surprising amount of time before Jeremiah finally asked, “So…what’s your Core Use?”

It was usually the first question after asking someone’s name. Like when you hit college and everyone is like ‘Where are you from? What’s your major? What dorm are you staying in?’ The amount of time Jeremiah took before judging Aaron by his Use was…oddly comforting. Like it didn’t really matter to him.

Aaron gave an awkward shrug, stirring caramel into an espresso shot. “...It’s a dumb one.”

“Nah, no such thing,” Jeremiah softly prompted, taking the cup from him to pour out the milk.

“...It just doesn’t really matter. I can only access The Core when I’m sleeping. My dreams are lucid, and I have control over them.”

Jeremiah blinked at him. “...what, like…complete control?”

Aaron nodded along with another shrug. “I can change reality however I need to - but I can’t affect anything in the real world, and it’s not like I can really show anyone. Mostly it just leaves me exhausted. So. Kinda a dumb one.”

Jeremiah looked over him, contemplating. “...Well I think it’s a good Use. It’s a wonderful thing to play god - even if it’s on your own.”

Aaron sputtered a small laugh. “Nah - it isn’t even reliable. I’m no god.”

Jeremiah’s head tilted slightly. He corrected the scrutiny by prepping the next drink. “What do you mean it isn’t reliable? You lose focus in sleep or something?”

Aaron let out a sigh, chewing his cheek.

He didn’t even know why he was telling Jeremiah this. Something about the man just put him at ease. And…he was probably just stressed anyway. Not like The Core had fully abandoned him….right?

“...It……hasn’t really….been working? The last few nights, anyway. I fall asleep and I can’t change anything. It’s…kinda scary. But. Probably just stress or something.”

Jeremiah was quiet a few seconds, movements getting a little slower as he set the cup to catch the espresso. “...Bad dreams?” he guessed.

Aaron hummed. Affirming. “Yeah…I…..I’m probably just getting freaked out by the dream and not focusing properly enough to manipulate a tendril.”

Jeremiah thought for several long seconds. “Can I ask what kind of dreams?”

Aaron sighed, ducking down to grab the bag of matcha from under the counter. “Just…I don’t know - bad dreams. All my dreams are like reality, so it’s just a normal day and then someone or another is hurting me, and….eventually I wake up. And nothing happened. And - I mean - I know it’s a dream because I’m not broken or bleeding or anything when I wake up, but…I don’t know. I think other people have it a little easier with their nightmares. They don’t seem real.” He pinches his lips together, cutting off that thought as he glances over Jeremiah’s eyes - locked onto his. “...I……..I’m sorry, that probably sounds…dismissive?”

Jeremiah frowned. “No no, I..understand what you mean. Sounds terrible.” He takes the matcha and scoops it into a mug with a shot of water, whisking. “...when The Core doesn’t come to you, is it that you can’t pull up a tendril or just that you can’t use it?”

Aaron started steaming the milk, desperate to keep his hands busy. “...um. Just that I can’t use it. Feels like I’m in the waking world or something. Can’t press it past the skin. But it gets close - so close I swear I can see the glow.”

Jeremiah hadn’t stopped whisking. I had to be blended by now, right?

“...Have you ever tried to grow your Use?”

Aaron’s eyebrows pinched, looking over him. “....tried what now?”

Jeremiah chewed his cheek, but let the whisk fall still, turning back to Aaron. “...okay, this….isn’t exactly common knowledge - nor should it be, so stay shut up about it, okay?”

Aaron blinked, looking over him. “I…um……okay?”

So serious all of a sudden - he was acting almost like a different person entirely.

Jeremiah took a deep breath, then let it press back out of him. “...some people - some - can stretch their Core Use a little. Learn to apply it to new things or use it in new ways.”

Aaron’s face screwed up, almost an incredulous smile. “No one’s ever done that.”

Jeremiah didn’t show any signs of smiling - the first time Aaron had ever seen his face completely serious - eyes devoid of smile.

“I used to only be able to create warmth.” He holds out his hand, palm up. A soft heat radiated from it. “From anywhere on my body, I can make heat. But now, with practice…”

Aaron flinched back as a small ball of flame crackled to life in Jeremiah’s palm.

“It’s grown.”

Aaron swallowed, looking over him.

…those….were two different Uses. He’d never met anyone with two??

“....how did you learn a second one??”

Jeremiah shook his head. “No. Not two. It’s the same one. I’m just…bending the rules a bit. Just stretching the definition of ‘heat’ until it does what I want it to do.”

Aaron stared, fixated and almost frightened as Jeremiah’s fingers curled around the flame, snuffing it out.

“......how….how long did it take you to learn that??” Aaron’s eyes snapped back up to Jeremiah’s. Desperately trying to piece together the answer to this puzzle.

Jeremiah shrugged. “My whole life. I’ve never stopped practicing.”

Aaron swallowed, tentatively turning back to the steamed milk and pouring it over the matcha. As if that wasn’t the craziest thing he’s ever seen.

His hands were shaking now.

“...and…uhm……why are you telling me this?”

Jeremiah hesitated, but gave the smallest shrug, moving to keep up with the drinks as well. “...I don’t really know. I….like you, I guess? I don’t…like that you’re helpless in your…dreams. So. I think….if you practice - if you use the same techniques I do to focus - you might be able to blur the line between dream and reality a little? You might be able to reclaim that ground that you lose to…well whatever it is.”

Aaron bit his lip, thinking. “...I would…really appreciate that. Thank you.”

“Mm. Don’t mention it.” And then he was gone - whisked away to take a customer’s order, leaving Aaron alone with his mind spinning.

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