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Day Nine: Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.
Prompt: Mistaken identity
Erol was swapped at birth, kadir believes he is his brother right up to Erol being poisoned by his stepfather and falling off the balcony and dying, series: waiting for you.
#whumptober 2023#no 9#Learning everything ain't what it seems that's the thing about these days.#prompt: mistaken identity#whump#hurt#poisoned#shot#injured#recovery
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Whumptober Day 9
Sabo x Reader
You could say it is the sequel to this story but that's up to you.
TW: Survivor's guilt
"Get up lazy bones," Koala orders, shaking Sabo awake.
"Huh?" Sabo stirs but becomes less sleepy when Koala hits him on the head with his pillow. "Ow! I'm up, I'm up."
"It's your turn to watch," Koala states dropping the pillow next to him before going over to her sleeping bag.
"Right... right..." Sabo rubs his eyes, trying to remove the tiredness from his body.
The blond sits up and reaches for his top hat. He glances over at Koala who had already fallen asleep in no time. Sighing to himself, knowing he'll be alone with his thoughts, Sabo stares at his hat now in his grasp, specifically the two photos inside. His hand takes the pictures and brings them out so he could see them clearly in the fire's light.
One is of Luffy and Ace all grown up, surrounded by the elder brother's fire that protects them from the marines. The other is of [Y/n] who is cheerfully reading a book to a few rescued children. Sabo half smiles gazing over the photos, seeing the people he loves with enthusiasm, yet his heart is squeezed at the sight since he knows Ace and [Y/n] are gone. While an excuse could be made for why he wasn't able to save Ace, nothing could be said for the loss of [Y/n].
"Why... why did I let you die, [Y/n]?" Sabo asked as if you could hear his words, yet only silence responds. The blond brushes the rim of his hat as he thought back to the event. "I was there, I could've..." He paused, unsure what he could've done to stop your death. Sighing to himself, figuring he best not ponder on the matter any longer tonight, he placed the pictures back in his hat.
"Sabo..."
"Hm?" Sabo glances over at Koala, thinking the feminine voice was her, but the redhead continued to snooze away. Sabo narrowed his eyes at the girl before placing his top hat on his head. "That's rather strange."
Sabo did his best to ignore his speculating thoughts of where the voice came from. He tried distracting himself by manipulating fire, but he had begun to grow uneasy, feeling eyes on his back. The area seemed to have dropped in temperature as he shiver when chills ran across his arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
"Sabo..."
"Who's there?" Sabo inquired standing up.
"Sabo..."
Cautiously, the fire human glanced around, trying to identify where the voice came from. He couldn't be imagining it if there was a source. Picking up his pipe, he extended his flames to his weapon and waved it around like a torch.
"Sabo..." the voice called once more, this time sounding a little distant away from him.
Sabo headed in the direction of the haunting voice, determined to know the source. He wished to know why it called to him. The voice continued to lead him by whispering his name, luring him to darker and colder areas. Sabo wasn't aware how far he had strayed from camp until he tripped and faceplanted into the soft ground.
"Wait..." Sabo lifted himself up and analyzed the ground. "Snow? When did-"
"Sabo..."
The blond looked up to see you standing in front of him. His eyes widen as a mix of emotions filled him when he laid eyes on the woman he never had the chance to fully love.
"[Y/n], what- what are you doing here? I thought- I thought you- you..." Sabo didn't want to say it.
"Sabo..." Your lifeless eyes bore into his and you place your hands on his shoulders. Arrows begin to stick out of your arms and the poisoned tips leak their substance down your flesh and onto Sabo's. Tears run down your eyes as ice freezes him in place. "Why did you not protect me?"
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"Sabo! Sabo! Snap out of it!" Koala cried, frantically shaking the poor blond awake.
"Koala? When did you- I- [Y/n]-"
"Calm down, Sabo," Koala tells him and makes him lie back down. "You were muttering in your sleep again, crying this time too."
"Oh..." Sabo pressed his fingers to his cheek and felt the damp trail that his tears left.
"Uh... anyway, it's your turn to watch-"
"Actually Koala, could you get Hack to do it instead?" Sabo requested, and pulled his cover back on. "I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to keep watch."
Sabo could hear the girl protest but had already zoned out of his surroundings as he laid eyes on you standing in the distance.
#whumptober2022#no. 9#no 9#the very noisy night#sleeping in shifts#one piece#whump fanfiction#whump writing#survivor's guilt#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#sabo the revolutionary#sabo x reader#sabo x you#sabo imagine#one piece sabo#sabo one piece#one piece koala#sabo
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Danganronpa Tarot - No. 9 The Hermit (Hifumi)
#hifumi yamada#yamada#hifumi#yamada hifumi#dangan#ronpa#dangan ronpa#dangan ronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#tarot#fanart#deck#card#hermit#no 9#no 9 hermit
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Raoul is having trouble sleeping.
#transformers#transformers g1#raoul#raoul transformers#tracks#raoul x tracks#swindle#whumptober#whumptober 2022#no 9#tossing and turning#no 9 tossing and turning#fic
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No. 9 CRUTCHES (Alt. 13)
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Fred was in his study, trying his best to make use of the peace and quiet of the boys' lie-in. It meant neither were up to mischief either, which was a godsend. With Fao returning to live with them post Afghan, things had finally started to settle back down. Finn’s seizures had begun to decrease again, now that Fao was home and slightly more on the straight and narrow.
The silence didn't last forever, and as much as he didn't want to leave his work, the clatter from upstairs couldn't be ignored.
Fao rarely slept well, and especially not since his accident. He managed a few fitful hours, and then tossed and turned after that. He’d maybe managed to doze a little more, until the pain woke him properly, and he finally dragged himself out of bed. He reached for his crutches, and managed to knock them over as he did. Fuck’s sake, the stupid things never stayed upright. He wasn’t supposed to bend, but he did anyway, and managed to get them up off of the floor.
With that challenge completed, he then had to get to his feet. He just about managed that too, with a groan, and awkwardly pulled on a hoodie before he made his way downstairs the best he could. It was slow going, and that’s what endlessly frustrated him. Things that used to take a minute took five. He headed straight to the kitchen, hoping Fred was busy, and made himself a coffee, leaning against the counter so he could free up his hands.
With that done, he left one crutch leaning up against the counter, opting just to use one to hold his mug with the other hand. He could just about maintain his restricted weightbearing with one crutch, although he wasn’t supposed to.
He stopped by the back door, withdrew a cigarette from the pack Fred hid there, pocketed the lighter next to it, and held the cigarette between his teeth as he negotiated his way out of the door and down the step. The garden wall wasn’t too low, and he sat there whilst he lit his cigarette.
Fred hadn't heard anyone shouting after the noise, so he figured he could just finish his sentence. The back door shutting made him jump, and he swore. The two minutes to finish the sentence had almost been a half hour.
He headed out, his assumption it was Fao confirmed by the abandoned crutch. He couldn’t count the amount of times he'd been told to not do that, or the amount of times they'd been ignored.
Picking up the crutch, he pushed the door open. "Forgetting something?"
Fao looked up a little guiltily. “Nope. Needed a hand for my coffee.” He said, gesturing to the mug with his cigarette.
"You know you're not supposed to." He said, sitting by him. "I don't want you getting hurt again."
“What am I supposed to do, though? I can’t smoke in the house, and I can’t magically carry a mug without any hands.”
"You can ask for help."
“Yeah, because you’ve got nothing better to do with your time than carry a mug for me.”
"Fao, all the people I'm writing about are dead. They can wait another five minutes."
Fao couldn’t help but snort. “Even so, though. It’s still your work.”
"I'm on leave, it's not like I'm expected to do anything."
“I want to be independent, though.” He said, tapping the ash from his cigarette.
"You don't want to be back in hospital."
“No, I don’t, but I’m careful. All I want to do is enjoy my coffee and cigarette like normal.”
"Unfortunately, things aren't normal. You need to ask for help."
Fao reached for his coffee. “It’s not like I’m asking for much.”
"You're asking for trouble if you keep doing this."
Frustrated, he clenched his jaw. It sent a jolt of pain both across his jaw and into his temple and he groaned. Why did everything have to hurt all the time? “I’m depressed, and so they tell me to do things I enjoy, and yet I can’t even sit and have a smoke and a coffee in peace.”
"And they tell you to be sensible and ask for help, take things one day at a time and build your strength back up. You'll get there, but you need to listen to us, not just pick pieces of the conversation to try and use against us."
He sighed. “At least you’ve not told me off for the fucking cigarette, I suppose.” He grumbled, knowing full well he didn’t have an argument for everything else.
"Yeah, because I'm not an arsehole, Fao." He said softly. "Do you remember what I said to you the first day you came to stay with us?"
He hummed. “Don’t let Sheila catch me?”
Fred laughed. "That as well. But, no. That we're in your corner. We're always gonna be here for you, but the way you're going? There's gonna be nobody left for us to be there for."
Fao cradled his mug with both hands, staring down into his coffee. His hair fell into his face where it was getting too long, and he didn’t speak. He didn’t trust his voice.
"You know that though, don't you? That we love you?"
He hummed. “I love you too.”
"Good." Fred smiled. "Right. Breakfast. What are you fancying?"
“None of it was ever because I didn’t love you.” Fao said softly, though he still didn’t look up. “Have whatever you want. I’m not hungry.”
"I know it wasn't. I just know how easy it can be to forget it, when everything is on top of you."
He scoffed. “One way of putting it.”
"I don't know what you're going through, and I don't pretend to. But what I do know is that you're going to get through this. It'll get easier, with time, but you're gonna have to try. And that includes listening to us."
“I’m trying. I swear, I am.”
"I know you are. And I'm proud of you."
“You shouldn’t be proud.”
"You're still here. That's more than enough to be proud of."
“Is it?” Fao asked, finally looking at Fred.
"It is."
“I don’t exactly control it.”
"You control your actions."
“And look where that got me. I’m only alive because of Harrison.”
"I don't mean that, Fao."
“And then I tried to undo all of his hard work, like a cunt.”
"And you've been working so hard to keep going, despite everything." He corrected.
“Sure.”
"I'm serious."
“So am I.”
"You need to listen to us."
Fao took a drag of his cigarette. “How did a lecture on using both of my crutches turn into a discussion about my depression?” He asked, his voice lighter than it had been.
"Give me five minutes and I can change it again."
He smiled. “Is Finn still asleep?”
"Finn? Awake before noon?"
“You never know.”
"I haven't heard him."
“That’s good. He needs the rest.”
"What would you say to him if he refused to take all of his meds?"
“I take all of mine.” Fao shot back.
"And then you walk around with one crutch."
“Carefully. It wasn’t far.”
"You still walked."
“I kept the weight off it.”
"It's hard to do that when you're not doing it properly."
“It’s not so bad.”
"I know, but you're still missing the point."
“I’ll be more careful in future.”
"Will you?"
“For the most part.”
Fred laughed. "I guess that's as good as I'll get."
“Can’t promise all the time. I was stupid enough to spend my whole career getting shot at, after all.”
"That's true."
“Could’ve picked a nice, safe hospital. Decided I preferred the idea of Afghanistan.”
"Of course you did."
“Why would I go for the easy option?”
"You never have, no point starting now."
“Hug?” He asked softly.
"Yeah, come here." He murmured, wrapping his arm around Fao.
Fao leaned into him with a sigh. “Sorry I’m such a pain.”
"You're not, far from it."
He hummed. “Thank you, though. For everything.”
#whumptober 2022#no 9#Crutches#alt 13#altprompt#oc#fic#whump writing#whump prompt#whump#faolan blackwood#fred daniels#brothers in more than arms#fao on crutches#fao post afghanistan#tw implied suicidal ideation#tw implied self harm#depression#ptsd#combat ptsd#shiv trying desperately not to be a physio about writing it#definitely dont do this#it will make your physio sad#tbh fao isn't a good role model#fao and fred bonding time#theyre sweet#also the difference between fred and sheila is beautiful#fred will give you the benefit of the doubt and sheila will assume the worst (rightly)
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dungeon yuri
#marcille donato#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#my art#my posts#ALSO IM ONLY ON VOLUME 9 NO FUCKING SPOILERS
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Things that are going to happen in 2024 according to Star Trek:
1) the absolutely giant homeless-population of the USA (or was is just New York? Idk, I‘m from Europe) is going to start a civil-war fighting against the upper class and police.
2) Ireland is going to get united
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Day 9, prompt: Feral whumpee
series: bir derdim var bölüm 4
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tbh the fact that cats purr was an unnecessary bonus we don't always acknowledge. they're already cute and baby and little and soft and make silly noises and do funny shit. but they also like to cuddle and make a soothing pleasant noise to indicate they are happy when they cuddle you? huge. huge for the human race.
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if you opened discord’s april fools day loot boxes how long did it take you to get all the items? it took my friend 18 boxes but me 65 and i want to see how bad my luck is
#not pjo#chitter chatter#sixty five is too many but I wanna know how much a clown I am vs everyone else#polls#discord#for anyone looking at the tags: yes that first one is wrong#you have to open 9 boxes at least#but you cannot edit polls and here we are#100#1000#🧍
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everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever
like this Changed Me
#poetry#i spent like three months completely obsessed with this poem. the dots did not connect for 9 more years
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22 years ago on 9/11, I was ten years old. Here's what I wrote about it in my journal at the time
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